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COVET: CHAPTER TWO

Felix x reader x Bangchan. (s,a)

Synopsis: When a friend of your dad set you up with his son, you hope to see the man you used to love— but it was his stepbrother who showed up instead, Felix. He is your student. Too bold. Too young. But also impossible to resist. Then Chris returns—gentle, steady, still the same man you once dreamed of. Now you're stuck between the past that once had your heart… and the boy who’s learning how to break it.

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Felix kicks open the rooftop door with the back of his heel, the hinges creaking like they’ve been begging for some oil since the dawn of time. He steps into the quiet, wide open space like it’s the only place on campus that won’t suffocate him. Because today, he has zero intention of sitting through lectures, including yours.

His bag drops with a thud onto the cracked concrete, and he slumps beside it. For the next hour or two, he exists in distraction—munching on a bag of chips, flipping through a dog-eared manga volume, thumbing idly at the buttons of a game on his phone. But when the snacks are gone, and the comics feel dull, and he’s died on the same boss level three times in a row, his mind starts to spiral.

His thought eventually drifts to that day at the parking lot. Just the image of you—turning around at the sound of his name, smiling like you were ten again with a damn crush on the golden boy—it lights a slow, boiling rage in Felix’s chest.

He digs through the bottom of his bag and pulls out the barely-used cigarette pack. He’s not even a smoker. But something about this moment—about the stillness, the frustration clawing inside him, the bitter taste of being second—makes him want to feel something harsh on his tongue.

He fishes a lighter out with his other hand, flicks it on. Or tries to. It sparks—flames—and then he fumbles, the lighter falling with a metallic clink on the rooftop floor.

“Seriously?” he groans, voice sharp with annoyance. “Ugh!”

He squats down, reaching for the lighter, muttering curses under his breath when—

The door slams open and then heavy footsteps. Approaching him. Fast. He glances up, expecting one of his friends he texted earlier. Maybe Seungmin, or Jeongin —But it’s you, storming straight toward him, jaw locked, eyes blazing like you’re about to drag him to hell by the collar of his stupid leather jacket.

Felix barely has time to react before your hand shoots out and snatches the unlit cigarette from his lips. You toss it to the floor and crush it beneath your heel, like it’s insulted your entire bloodline.

“Dramatic,” he says, straightening up slowly.

“Why are you here?” you demand, voice low and heated.

He shrugs, nonchalantly. “Wanted to be.”

You cross your arms across your chest. “So you’re just not going to attend any class today?”

He shrugs again, this time slower—just to piss you off.

You stare at him like you’re daring him to push you further. Then, without a word, you reach down, grab his bag, and shove it into his chest with force. “Go to class.”

He lets the bag fall right back to the ground with a thud. “Why do you care?” he says, voice sharp now. “If I come to class or not?”

You take a step closer. “Because I’m your professor, Felix. And you’ve been skipping my class all week. You’re going to fail.”

He mutters under his breath. “Whatever.”

“Felix—” you start, your voice trying for calm, measured—but he cuts you off.

“What?” he spits. “You gonna tell Chris?”

That name hits the air like a thrown dagger. You sigh, like you're trying not to lose it completely. “This isn’t about Chris,” you say carefully. “This is about you.”

Felix lets out a dry laugh, eyes narrowing. “Of course it’s about him. It’s always about him. He’s the smart one. The diligent one. The one you were hoping would walk into that cafe.”

You hesitate—but not long enough.

Felix sees it, feels it and it’s enough to make him keep going. “That’s why you like him,” he says, bitterly. “Because he’s everything I’m not.”

You laugh—sarcastic, biting, like you’re trying to hurt him back. “Yeah, well, there’s nothing not to like about Chris.”

Then you gesture at him like he’s the punchline of a bad joke. “And you? You don’t even take your classes seriously. So give me one reason why I should like you.”

That stings more than it should. Felix clenches his jaw, grabs his bag from the ground with more force than necessary, and storms past you without another word. His shoulder hits yours as he walks by—sharp, intentional, but he doesn’t look back.

Felix pushes the rooftop door open and bolts for the emergency stairs. The metal clatters under his feet as he bounds down flight after flight, each step fueled by the burning in his chest.

Your words keep playing on loop inside his head, cruel in how casually you said them—

“There’s nothing not to like about Chris.”

“So give me one reason why I should like you.”

His breath comes in short, ragged bursts as he hits the landing, gripping the stair rail tight. He swears under his breath and keeps going. Down, down, down. Away from you. Away from everything. But he can’t outrun those words.

By the time he reaches the bottom, his heart is pounding—not from the stairs, but from you, from the fury clawing up his throat like he’s about to explode.

He stops. His hands curl into fists. His vision blurs for a second, red-hot at the edges. He stops to throw a punch at the wall. His knuckles sting instantly, the pain sharp, but not enough to satisfy the ache in his chest.

You don’t even know me. That’s what he wants to shout. You don’t know a damn thing about me.

But you think you do. You think you’ve got him all figured out—immature, lazy, not serious, just some dumb kid crushing on his brother’s girl. He presses his forehead to the cool concrete, breathing hard, trying to collect himself.

But inside? He’s unraveling and all he can think about is how badly he wants to prove you wrong.

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How he fucks after a long day | Bang Chan Edition

Bang Chan x Reader | post-schedule, possession-heavy, overstimmed, voice-ruined, filled to the brim, worshipped after

🔞synopsis: Bang Chan comes home at 12:47AM—jaw tight, eyes dark, body stretched thin from hours of forced smiles and endless demands. He doesn’t speak much. Doesn’t have to. You open your arms. He falls into them. And then he takes you—slow at first, then all at once. He fucks like he’s trying to empty himself inside you. Like you’re the only thing keeping him from shattering. Like he’s owed this. You let him use you, fill you, break you. And afterward? He holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the entire world, which you are. Because when Chan’s had a long day, he doesn’t need rest—he needs you.

💌a/n: WOW OKAY HI UM. I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS POSTED LATE WTFFFF 😭😭😭 This was originally gonna be like... an OT8 blurby mini thing??? But then I sat down to write Chan’s part and my brain was like “haha what if he broke your back and your brain and then bathed you tenderly after” and I blacked out. So yeah. This is now a per-boy thing. Because apparently I want to be spiritually rearranged 8 different ways. If you made it to the end... I love you. And I hope you’re hydrated. And sitting down. Or not. Maybe you need to pace the hallway like a Victorian widow. Same tbh. p.s. Reblogs > love & forehead kisses, always. Pls feed the beast. p.p.s. I will be posting more of this series every week, my new filthy friday shit p.p.p.s. If you’re hoarse and can’t say his name anymore… good. That’s canon.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ | MINORS DNI | Dom!Chan | Sub!Reader | PIV sex (unprotected, wrap it up whores) | overstimulation | multiple orgasms + squirting | creampie | manhandling | spanking | hair pulling | choking (light) | dirty talk | possession kink | cock-drunkenness | drool | tears | aftercare | bath scene | Chan is feral then soft

📌 Please read responsibly. Hydrate. Stretch. Let Chan carry you to the bath when you're done sobbing.

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

🎧 » I Need a Girl — Taeyang ft. G-Dragon « 0:58 ─〇───── 3:40 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

The door clicks open at 12:47AM.

No keys jangling. No voice calling out your name. Just the low creak of the door and the soft thud of sneakers being toed off in the dark.

You don’t move from the couch, blanket pulled tight around your legs, phone abandoned on the side table. You heard the schedule ran long. Knew the photoshoot got pushed back, the meeting extended, the practice ran into overtime. Knew it from the unread texts he didn’t send. Knew it from the heaviness in the air before he even walked through the door.

Chan appears in the hallway light like something out of a warzone. Hoodie half-zipped, beanie pulled low, jaw tight, and eyes so dark you almost flinch.

He doesn’t look at you right away. He leans forward, hands braced on the entryway wall, head bowed like he's holding himself together through sheer will. A few seconds pass. He breathes in deep—slow, through his nose—and finally lifts his head.

“Hey,” he says, low and raw. “You’re still up.”

You nod. “Was waiting for you.”

And that’s when it breaks.

Not loudly—not with shouting or slammed fists or messy tears. No, Bang Chan unravels quietly, with purpose. He kicks off his shoes, shrugs off his hoodie, and moves toward you without hesitation.

The blanket slips from your legs as he sinks to his knees between them, dragging your body forward by the hips until you’re teetering on the edge of the couch, his face pressed into your stomach, breathing you in.

His voice is muffled. “I needed you tonight.”

Your hands find his hair, carding through the sweat-damp roots at the nape of his neck. “You have me,” you whisper. “I’m right here.”

He exhales, shaky and long, and it ghosts against your skin like he’s been holding his breath all day. One arm wraps fully around your waist, anchoring himself. The other slides up your back beneath your shirt, palm searing hot and slightly trembling from exhaustion.

You feel it in the way his body leans into yours, not just wanting contact—needing it, like he’ll collapse if he doesn’t touch every inch of you.

“I was so close to losing it today,” he murmurs, voice gravel-low. “Everyone pulling at me, asking for more, expecting me to smile, to lead, to fix everything like I’m not already falling apart.”

He tilts his head up slowly, eyes locking with yours. And that’s when you see it. Not anger. Not frustration. But that quiet, dangerous edge that only surfaces when he’s past the point of tired—when he’s empty, spent, and still expected to give.

“I didn’t even text,” he says. “Didn’t have the energy. Just kept thinking about you. About this. About your mouth. Your skin. The sound you make when I get deep and slow, when I don’t let you cum until I’ve had my fill.”

Your breath catches. Heat coils low in your stomach. But you don’t speak. You just nod.

And that’s all he needs.

Chan rises without a word, scoops you into his arms effortlessly, and carries you to the bedroom like you weigh nothing at all. He sets you down on the mattress gently, but there’s nothing soft in the way he pulls his shirt off—like he’s peeling off the day. The tension in his shoulders, the bite in his jaw—it’s all still there, carved deep.

You reach for him and he’s on you in seconds, slotting his body over yours, mouth finding your collarbone, your neck, your pulse point—sucking, not kissing. Leaving evidence.

“You’re gonna let me fuck the stress out, right?” he murmurs. “No teasing. No bratting. Just you, taking everything I give you.”

You nod, gasping when his hand slips under your shirt and cups your breast. He hums, pleased, and rolls your nipple between his fingers until your back arches.

“Say it,” he growls into your skin. “Say it’s mine tonight.”

“It’s yours,” you whisper, voice already breathy.

“No,” he says, pushing your shirt up and tugging your shorts and panties down in one fluid motion. “I want to hear it begged.”

His palm slides between your legs, fingers barely brushing your folds—and even that light touch has you twitching. You’re already wet. He smiles against your stomach.

“Oh baby,” he whispers, kissing down the inside of your thigh. “You missed me that much?”

You nod, but it’s not enough. He drags a single finger up your slit, slow and precise, watching the way your thighs jerk.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” you pant. “I’m yours, Chan—please, please just touch me—”

“Oh, I’ll touch you,” he murmurs, licking a stripe up your inner thigh, so close it hurts. “I’m gonna ruin you first.”

His mouth replaces his hand without warning, tongue sliding over your clit with practiced pressure. He holds your thighs down with iron grip, not letting you move, not letting you close your legs. It’s brutal. Precise. Ruthless.

And you’re already shaking.

Chan doesn’t moan when he eats you out. He growls. Low, animalistic sounds that rumble against your soaked cunt, the kind that make your head fall back and your fingers claw into the sheets.

He drags the flat of his tongue up and down your folds, slow and fucking thorough, before circling your clit and sucking it into his mouth. His lips seal around it, pressure perfect, tongue flicking rapid-fire. It’s overwhelming.

“C-Chan—fuck—” You arch off the bed and he slams your hips back down, forearm pressing you into the mattress.

“No running,” he mutters against you, lips wet, beard-stubbled chin glistening. “You said you were mine—prove it. Take it.”

He flattens his tongue and licks you open, slow and wide, groaning like he’s addicted to the taste. Then—without warning—his fingers replace his mouth.

Two.

Thick.

They sink in easily, your walls fluttering around the sudden stretch, and he doesn’t ease you into it. He fucks them in deep and curls them instantly, grinding them right against your front wall with unholy precision.

“God—Chan, wait, I’m—!”

“I know you’re close,” he snaps, thrusting his fingers harder. “You think I can’t feel you squeezing me like that? Go ahead, cum. Right on my fingers.”

And you do. With a sharp cry, your back bows off the bed, legs shaking violently as you cum around his hand, his name torn from your throat like a confession.

But he doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t even slow.

Your vision’s still going white when he dives back in, mouth and fingers working in tandem now—tongue flicking your overstimulated clit while his fingers piston into your cunt with vicious rhythm, fucking you through the high and straight into another.

You sob, eyes fluttering, chest heaving. “Too much—wait—Chan, I can’t—!”

“Yes, you can,” he says darkly, gaze burning as he lifts his head just enough to speak. “You will. Gonna make this whole bed smell like you. Gonna make sure your body doesn’t forget me tomorrow when you can’t sit right.”

He spits on your cunt, spreads it with his thumb, and licks it all back up again. You're wrecked. Legs trembling, thighs twitching, jaw slack.

Then—a third finger.

You gasp, back arching off the bed as he eases it in with a filthy moan.

“Ohh, baby,” he breathes, curling all three. “Look how good you take me. So fucking tight still. This pussy was made for me.”

His tongue returns to your clit, relentless. His hand thrusts harder now, fingers scissoring, finding every nerve-ending inside you and setting it on fire.

Your second orgasm crashes into you with no warning—louder, messier. You cry out, legs jerking, and this time you try to pull away—

But Chan’s not done.

“Don’t you dare run,” he snarls, gripping your thighs and forcing you open again. “You’re gonna give me one more. Be good and give me one more, and then I’ll fuck you full, yeah? That’s what you want, right?”

You sob, nodding frantically. “Yes—yes, Daddy, please—”

He grins, fucking his fingers in deeper, curling right into that spot that makes your vision split.

“There she is,” he whispers. “There’s my good girl. Ruin for me, baby. Just once more.”

And you do. You break for him. Again. Completely.

Your thighs squeeze around his shoulders, your voice shatters, and your cunt gushes around his hand as he fucks you through your third orgasm, slower now, working you through the comedown.

And only then—only then—does he finally pull back.

He drags his soaked fingers from your body, glancing down at the mess with unfiltered hunger, and then sucks them clean, tongue slow, eyes locked on yours.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You taste like you missed me.”

You try to answer—try to speak—but it’s just a moan. Your hips roll, desperate and aching for him, and he smiles. That slow, smug curl of his lips that only appears when he knows he’s got you undone.

He stands.

Fists the waistband of his sweats. And pulls them down.

His cock springs free—thick, flushed, already leaking. Heavy and hard, it slaps up against his lower stomach, veined and angry with need. He fists it immediately, pumping once, twice, with a groan that sounds like he’s been holding back for hours.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls. “All open and messy for me. You want it?”

You nod frantically. “Want it, want you, need you inside—”

“You’re gonna take it,” he says through clenched teeth, lining himself up. “And you’re gonna keep still while I fuck you like I’ve been dying to.”

He doesn’t tease.

Doesn’t drag it out.

He presses the blunt, swollen head to your soaked entrance and sinks in slow, forcing your walls to stretch wide around the thick, burning push of him. Inch by inch, and every second of it feels like you’re being split open in the best possible way.

You moan, legs trembling, eyes fluttering. “So big—fuck, Chan—”

He grits his teeth. “Yeah? Feel me now, baby?”

He bottoms out in one final thrust, hips flush to yours, the base of his cock grinding against your sensitive folds. You gasp at the fullness, at the pressure, at how deep he is—like he’s in your fucking stomach.

And then he starts moving.

It’s not gentle. It’s not slow.

He pulls out halfway and slams back in with a sharp growl, setting a rhythm that’s punishing, relentless, animalistic. His hands lock around your hips, dragging you into every thrust as his cock splits you open again and again.

“S’fucking tight,” he hisses. “Even after all that—you’re still choking me.”

You cry out, your hands scrabbling for purchase, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as he pounds into you.

“Chan, I’m gonna—can’t—too much—”

“No,” he snarls, eyes wild. “You can take it. You will take it. You’re mine, remember?”

His hand wraps around your throat—not tight, just enough to ground you, to own you—and he leans down, fucking you even deeper.

“You think I don’t dream about this?” he growls against your mouth. “You think I don’t fucking ache to come home and bury myself in you? To hear you moan my name while this pussy milks me dry?”

You sob his name. Broken. Desperate.

And he loses it.

Chan switches, pulls out of you and flips you over in one motion, dragging your hips up and plunging back into you from behind. One hand fists in your hair, the other comes down hard on your ass.

“Arch that back. Just like that. Fucking perfect—”

You’re a mess. Drool on the sheets. Tears streaking your cheeks. Your body trembling, slick gushing with every thrust as he ruins you from behind, his cock hitting deeper, harder, brutal in its precision. Chan grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back into his chest, forcing your spine into a perfect arch. The shift in angle punches a moan from your lungs so loud it startles even him.

“There it is,” he growls, voice vibrating against your neck. “That’s the spot, yeah? Right fucking there—where I split you open just right?”

You sob. There are no words left. Just sounds—guttural, broken, high-pitched gasps every time his cock slams into your sweet spot. You try to speak. Try to say “yes,” try to say “more,” but it comes out slurred, useless. Just wet, incoherent babbling as spit leaks from the corner of your mouth and stains the sheets.

“Can’t even talk,” he chuckles darkly. “Already cock drunk? But I’m not done yet, baby.”

He slams in once, hard, deep—and then smacks your ass again, harder this time, the sound ricocheting off the walls. You jerk forward, whimpering, and he doesn’t let you run.

Another slap. And another. Your ass stings, heat blooming where his palm leaves its mark. Your legs quake.

“This what you wanted?” he snarls, yanking your head back by your hair. “Waiting for me, dripping and desperate, just begging to be fucked stupid?”

You moan something—nonsense, vowels, his name maybe—and he grins against your shoulder.

“That’s right. All you can do is moan and take it. My perfect little fucktoy.”

He shoves your head back into the mattress and folds over your back, hips still pistoning in relentless rhythm. You’re choking on the air now, gasping, broken, tears wetting the sheets below you.

“Feel that?” he hisses. “That’s me, right here.” He presses a hand to your stomach, feeling the outline of his cock pushing up through your guts.

You moan so loud and that only spurs him on more. Those pretty sobby moans of yours. He slides his hand back down between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit in cruel, fast circles as he pounds into you harder—so hard you feel the bedframe shake.

“Cum again,” he pants. “Soak my cock, baby. Let go for me.”

You sob, body convulsing, legs giving out as another orgasm crashes into you full-force—violent, pure nerves. You squirt, slick gushing out around his cock, and he groans, hand tightening on your hip.

“Fucking hell—yes, just like that. You’re so messy for me—so good—fuck—”

You collapse face-first into the mattress, body twitching from overstimulation, and Chan finally slows.

But doesn’t stop.

He grinds now, deep and slow, still buried inside your fluttering cunt, letting you feel every thick inch drag against hypersensitive walls.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Cock-drunk little mess. Can’t even lift your head.”

He pulls out slowly, and you whimper at the loss—but then he spreads you with both hands, watches your hole pulse and clench on nothing, leaking everywhere.

“Oh, baby,” he groans. “You can take more. I’ll make it so good—fill you up till you’re leaking for hours, promise.”

Your throat works around a whimper, drool still pooling on the sheets, legs useless, mind white-noise and static. You try to lift your head, try to respond—you can't.

And Chan fucking loves that.

“God, you’re so far gone,” he breathes. “You don’t even know your own name right now, do you?”

You manage a broken, garbled sound—it might be “no,” might be “Chan,” might be nothing at all.

He fists his cock at your entrance, rubbing the head through the slick dripping down your thighs. You jolt. Twitch. Cry out. He shushes you with a gentleness that doesn’t match the way he ruts forward again, cock forcing its way back into your swollen cunt with a slick, filthy sound.

“Shhh, I know,” he coos. “You’re sore, baby, I know. Just let me in. I’ll take care of it.”

You’re shaking. You feel everything. Every vein, every pulse, every drag of his thick length through oversensitive, spasming walls.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groans. “Still so tight. So good. Gonna make me fucking cum—fuck, you feel too good—”

He folds over you again, chest to your back, lips right at your ear. One arm wraps under your body, hand sliding up to cup your throat, the other pulling your hips back into him like he’s anchoring himself inside you.

“You’re mine, yeah?” he whispers, voice cracking. “Say it.”

“I’m—yours,” you sob, voice barely there. “Always—always yours—”

That’s all it takes.

His rhythm breaks. Hips stutter. A strangled noise rips from his chest as his cock jerks deep inside you—and then he’s cumming, hard, deep, spilling hot inside your pulsing cunt as his breath shudders against your neck.

“F-fuck—yes—yes, take it, baby, take all of it—mine—”

You feel it fill you.

Hot. Heavy. Endless.

And he doesn’t pull out.

He stays buried deep, hands trembling now, forehead pressed to your shoulder as he rides the aftershocks in low, shallow thrusts, grinding his release deeper, forcing it to stay, until he stills. Stills for a second to catch his breath and then finally, slowly—slowly—coming back to himself.

His trembling exhales even out. His lips brush your shoulder once, then twice, softer every time. He presses a kiss to your spine. Then one behind your ear. Then to the crown of your head, murmuring into your hair:

“Breathe with me, baby. Just like that. That’s it.”

You’re limp beneath him. Boneless. A little teary. You feel sticky and sore and full—but also safe. Because Chan never lets go.

He finally pulls out, and you both whimper at the same time—you from the emptiness, him from the sensitivity. He cups between your thighs, tries to catch the cum that’s already starting to drip out.

“Fuck,” he whispers, in awe. “I really stuffed you, didn’t I? It’s still warm inside.”

You make a small, broken noise that could be a laugh—or just the air leaving your lungs. He leans down and kisses your temple again.

“Don’t move, angel. I’ve got you.”

He disappears for only a second, then returns with a clean towel and warm water from the ensuite. You blink blearily as he lifts one of your thighs, murmuring apologies as he wipes between your legs with the gentlest touch, catching every drop of the mess he made with soft, rhythmic circles.

“So good for me,” he says, more to himself than to you. “So, so good.”

He helps you sit up slowly, presses a bottle of water to your lips, and watches as you drink—holding the back of your head like you might fall apart again. When you're done, he slips his hoodie over your head, and it swallows you whole.

You feel tiny inside it. But so warm.

He kisses your nose. “Gonna run a bath, alright? I want you warm and floating. You’ll feel better in the water.”

The lights in the bathroom are dimmed. Steam rises off the tub. He sinks in first, and then pulls you in with him—your back to his chest, thighs folded over his, your head tucked beneath his chin.

There are no words for a long while.

Just his fingertips gliding over your arms, your legs, tracing circles over your hips beneath the water. His lips press to the back of your shoulder, then to your cheek.

Then softly—brokenly—he whispers: “I didn’t mean to go that hard.”

You turn your head slightly, looking up at him. His eyes are filled with something too deep to name—something that looks like guilt and devotion tangled together.

“You needed it,” you rasp. “I wanted it.”

“I was rough,” he says, kissing your wet lashes. “You cried.”

You smile—barely. “You always make me cry.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, nose brushing your hair. “But not like that.”

You twist slightly in his arms, enough to face him now. Your hand cups his cheek. “I felt loved. Even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.”

His eyes flutter shut, and he nods once—like it cracks something open in him. “You’re my safe place,” he murmurs. “The only thing I want to come home to.”

You nuzzle into his chest. “You can fuck me into the mattress whenever you need to. Just don’t forget to kiss me after.”

He lets out a shaky breath—half laugh, half relief—and kisses you now, long and slow and soft.

“I’ll never forget to kiss you.”

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Awakened by lust.

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Synopsis: Struggling with tons of work, Minho refuses to help needy Jisung but later, gives more than he asked for.

TW: somnophilia (consensual), unprotected.

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Sounds of moans filled his ears, the sound of skin slapping, minho's grunts and his own slutty moans were vibrating jisung's ears. The boy was going through an old video collection of their date in France during vacation, it was the best day for both of them, filled with memories they swore never to forget. Cute little surprises, dates and the amount of money they spent for their shopping spree, candle light dinners never fails to make jisung blush. But of course, what is date when there is no make out later? Especially that day, when minho lost it after seeing jisung in backless shirt and tight jeans.

They never meant to take a video of themselves making out, but minho being himself, recorded them after getting consent from jisung.

Jisung squirmed on the bed, removing the earphones off and shutting the laptop, wiping away the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He mentally cursed at himself for watching the video, which left him with a painfully hard and leaking boner.

He glanced up at his boyfriend, watching him type, his eyes fixated on the screen in front of him with piles of paper work settled beside him. Jisung sighed and made his way towards minho, slightly tugging at his shirt for attention.

Minho who had been working for past 2 hours looked up at jisung with a tried face, "what is it, baby...?"

Jisung whine slowly, fingers grazing against minho's neck, "help..me, please...I'm needy.."

Minho sighed, as much as he want to just leave the work and help his baby, he can't. The deadline is tomorrow. "I'm sorry, kitten. I can't..am busy right now."

Jisung pouted, walking around the chair to stand in front of minho, "please..it hurts..i can't hold it.."

Minho sighed and shook his head, he felt bad but he couldn't do anything about it. Jisung continued to whine, tugging at his shirt and tried to kiss minho, the constant whines started to take a toll on minho and he let out a sharp sigh.

"I said no kitten, now go back before i lose my patience." Minho warned, going back to his work, all his attention now on the screen in front of him.

Jisung stood there, he felt upset and mostly needy, but he couldn't do anything, he can't touch himself without minho's permission and asking him now will only lead to worst consequences. He sighed and made his way to the bed, slipping under the sheets and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would help in forgetting his burning desire. Soon enough he fell asleep.

By the time minho finished his work, jisung was in deep sleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his breath soft and unhurried. The room was quiet save for the faint hum of the air conditioner, and the dim light from the streetlamp outside filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on his soft skin.

He was sprawled lazily on the bed, one arm tucked under his pillow, the other resting on his stomach just above the waistband of his boxers, a habit of him sleeping in just boxers. His lips were slightly parted, and his hair was messy, falling over his forehead like he’d been tossing around before finally succumbing to exhaustion.

Minho stood by the bed, his mind racing with thoughts, watching him with a predatory gaze. He’d been busy all evening, brushing off Jisung’s needy pleas earlier, but now—now he was here. And Jisung was completely unaware of what was about to happen, his mind reeling with the fact jisung agreed for this when they were chatting about kinks and stuff back then. Perfect.

Minho’s fingers itched to touch him, and he didn’t hold back. Slowly, he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, his weight barely disturbing the mattress. His eyes roamed over Jisung’s body, lingering on the curve of his waist, the soft dip of his collarbones, the way his boxers clung to his hips. He reached out, fingertips brushing lightly over Jisung’s exposed skin, tracing the faint outline of his ribs.

Jisung stirred slightly but didn’t wake, his breathing remaining steady. Minho smirked, leaning closer. His lips hovered just above Jisung’s ear, his breath warm against his skin as he whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby.”

His fingers trailed lower, ghosting over Jisung’s nipple, and he circled the sensitive bud with deliberate slowness. He could feel it hardening under his touch, and he bit his lip to stifle a groan. “God, you’re so responsive even when you’re asleep,” he murmured, pinching the nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger.

Jisung’s breath hitched, his brow furrowing slightly, but he didn’t wake. Minho’s smirk widened. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Jisung’s chest, his tongue flicking out to lick at the hardened nipple. He could feel Jisung’s body reacting, his hips shifting slightly, his cock stirring in his boxers and Minho pulled back for a moment letting jisung breaths to get steady again and started his teasing again.

Minho’s hand slid lower, brushing over Jisung’s stomach, feeling the slight tremble of his muscles. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jisung’s boxers and tugged them down just enough to expose his cock. It was already half-hard, flushed and leaking at the tip. Minho’s breath caught in his throat, and he wrapped his hand around the shaft, giving it a slow, purposeful stroke.

“Fuck, kitten,” he breathed, his voice low and rough. “You’re so fucking hard already. You were dreaming about this, weren’t you? Dreaming about me?” His thumb swiped over the head, spreading the precum down the length of Jisung’s cock. He stroked him again, watching as Jisung’s hips jerked slightly, a muffled moan slipping past his lips.

Minho leaned down, pressing another kiss to Jisung’s chest before moving lower. His lips brushed over Jisung’s cock, and he took the tip into his mouth, sucking gently. Jisung’s breath hitched again, his hips bucking slightly, and Minho pulled away with a soft chuckle. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered, his voice dripping with want. “I’m not done playing with you.”

He shifted, kneeling between Jisung’s legs. His fingers trailed down the inside of Jisung’s thigh, and he spread him open gently before sliding one finger over his entrance. Jisung was still loose from their encounter the day before, and Minho pushed a finger inside without hesitation, feeling the way Jisung’s body welcomed him easily.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” Minho groaned, curling his finger slightly, searching for that spot inside Jisung that made him see stars. When he found it, he pressed down firmly, feeling Jisung’s body jerk in response. A low moan escaped Jisung’s lips, and Minho grinned, adding a second finger.

He worked him open slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake him just yet. His pace was deliberate, his fingers sliding in and out of Jisung’s body with ease. He could feel the heat around his fingers, the way Jisung’s body clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper.

“Fuck, kitten,” Minho whispered, his voice thick with arousal. “You feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you again.”

Finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he withdrew his fingers and grabbed his own cock, stroking himself a few times before lining up with Jisung’s entrance. He pressed the tip against him, hissing at the tight heat even as he pushed in slowly.

Jisung’s eyes fluttered open, his breath catching as he felt Minho inside him. “Minho?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and confusion.

“Shh,” Minho whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Jisung’s lips. “I’ve got you, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

He pushed in deeper, his cock stretching Jisung open, and he gasped, his hands clutching at Minho’s shoulders. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “Minho, you—”

Minho cut him off with another kiss, swallowing his moans as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, letting Jisung adjust to him, but soon he picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward with increasing force.

“You feel so fucking good,” Minho groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. “So fucking tight around me. Fuck, Jisung, I can’t get enough of you.”

Jisung’s nails dug into Minho’s back, his legs wrapping around his waist as he clung to him. “Minho, please,” he begged, his voice trembling. “More, fuck me harder.”

Minho growled, grabbing Jisung’s hips and flipping him onto his stomach. He pulled him up onto his knees, gripping his hips tightly as he thrust into him again. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and heavy breathing.

“Minho!” Jisung cried out, his voice breaking as Minho hit that spot inside him again and again.

“That’s it, baby,” Minho growled, his thrusts becoming wilder, more desperate. “Take it. Take everything I give you.”

Jisung shuddered, his body trembling as he came undone beneath Minho’s touch. “Minho, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” Minho demanded, his voice rough and commanding. “Come for me, kitten.”

Jisung obeyed, his body convulsing as he spilled onto the sheets beneath him. Minho wasn’t far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic before he buried himself deep inside Jisung, his release washing over him in overwhelming waves.

He collapsed onto the bed beside Jisung, pulling him into his arms as they both struggled to catch their breath. His fingers brushed through Jisung’s hair softly, his lips pressing kisses to his forehead. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness and affection.

Jisung nuzzled against him, his eyes drifting shut as he murmured, “Always yours, Minho.”

Minho smiled pulling him even closer and kissed all over his face, "sorry baby..sorry for ignoring you earlier."

Jisung shook his head with a smile, "i understand, you had work..it's okay..but..damn, why try it today? it's not like am complaining..but still."

Minho chuckled, understanding what he was hinting at, "because you looked so perfect while sleeping, baby.." He smirked, pulling jisung in for a kiss.

[bbyyuuu]

Too cuteee <33

© stray kids

[bbyyuuu]

Gonna wreck you, kitten.

MDNI

pairing: Bang chan X lee minho.

genre: smut, fluff. (should write angst soon, huh?)

synopsis: what happens when chan comes home to find something that turns him on deeply?

TW: smut, dom Bang chan, sub minho- cat hybrid, oral, blow job, pet names, rough (?), mentions of 'sir', praising, brief mention of breeding, i can't find anything more, ughh. lmk if you find it out.

A/n: Okayy..first time writing a fic based on hybrid, how is it?? is it good? please correct me if you find any typo mistakes, i was in hurry while writing. just correct me for mistakes so i can do better in other fics. anyways, hope you enjoy it and take caree <33

also, please give me a feedback and reblog if you like it, it makes me crazily happy and help me build my account and write more :D

It was a normal evening, birds chipping, sounds of the people walking and chatting, kid playing in the nearby park..everything was peaceful. Minho, a cat hybrid with fluffy brown-white ears and tail watched from the window, eye searching for something...or maybe someone?

With a heavy sigh, the cat hybrid plopped on to the couch, his mind restless, breath heavy waiting for someone who can help him, who could that be? Bang chan, his dear boyfriend.

Their relationship is so adorable, like that one everyone are envious of. Chan is always soft and caring towards his baby, pampering him with gifts and showering him with attention. Apart from all the soft side, there is this side minho loved. The wild side of him.

Chan barely shows it, whenever they had sex, chan would always be gentle..sometimes a little rough but not more than that, kissing him all way through, praising him and after care, everything is perfect. But that side of him, the primal and dominant one always left minho in daze, craving more and more (stan twice y'all).

Today is that day, minho is dripping wet, waiting for chan to come home and fuck him until he see stars. It all started when chan left to work and minho happily made his way to their bedroom and used chan's laptop to watch some movies, until his eyes landed on a specific folder.

curiosity got the best of the cat hybrid, his fingers tapping on the laptop and the file opened, showing a few video collection, all filled with chan working out in either a tank top or worse, nothing covering his upper body. Minho's jaw hit the floor, it's not like he is seeing skin for the first time but chan looked so hot working out, his biceps flexing, his hair sticking to his forehead, chest glistening with sweat...Minho started to get needy..too much that he can't control himself from rutting into the sheets for a split second.

Back to now, minho whined glancing at the clock, when will he get home??. The cat hybrid looked at himself, he was a mess, pants soaked wet, tail twitching, ears folding..it was too much.

Just then, footsteps echoed in the room, inching closer and closer and stopped, chan walked in.

The moment Chan stepped in, the scent hit him like a brick wall. Fuck. It was unmistakable—sweet, musky, and dripping with need. His eyes landed on Minho, sprawled on the couch, his lithe body trembling. The cat hybrid’s thighs were slick with arousal, his cock standing painfully hard against his stomach. Minho’s ears twitched nervously, his tail flicking against the cushions as he whimpered softly. “chan…” His voice was a broken plea, shaky and desperate.

Chan dropped his bag by the door, his own body responding instantly. The sight of Minho like this—vulnerable, begging, his—sent a surge of heat straight to his groin. He crossed the room in quick strides, his gaze darkening as he took in every detail. Minho’s pupils were blown wide, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. “Baby,” Chan murmured, his voice low and rough. He kneeled beside the couch, his fingers brushing over Minho’s flushed cheeks. “What did you do to yourself, kitten?”

Minho shivered under his touch, his voice trembling. “I-I couldn’t stop thinking about you… about your gym clips…I…your..body..it's.…”

Chan’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “You’ve been a naughty kitten, haven’t you?” His fingers trailed down Minho’s neck, tracing the pulse point before sliding lower. Minho gasped, his hips arching off the couch. “hyung, please…”

Chan leaned in, his lips brushing against Minho’s ear. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“You…I need you…” Minho’s voice was barely a whisper, but the raw need in it made Chan’s cock twitch. He chuckled darkly, his fingers tangling in Minho’s hair. “Good boy.”

Chan started slow, his lips pressing against Minho’s jaw, working their way down to his neck. He sucked a mark into the sensitive skin, earning a sharp gasp from Minho. His fingers found the base of Minho’s ears, stroking the soft fur gently. Minho’s purr vibrated against his chest, soft and needy. “That’s it, kitten,” Chan murmured, his lips grazing Minho’s collarbone. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

His hand trailed lower, skimming over Minho’s chest, down his abdomen, and finally wrapping around his cock. Minho moaned, his hips bucking into Chan’s grip. “Chan, fuck…”

Chan stroked him slowly, his thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the precum. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Minho’s ear again. “You taste so good, baby, you should be happy am not teasing you now,” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. “I could fucking eat you up.”

Minho whimpered, his hands clawing at the cushions. “Please…more…”

Chan’s grip tightened slightly, his strokes quickening. He watched Minho’s face contort with pleasure, his chest heaving, his lips parted in silent moans. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” Chan growled, his own cock straining against his pants. “I can’t wait to ruin you.”

Minho got onto his knees undoing vhan's pants and pulling them down with boxers, looking up at him with sparkly eyes for permission earning a nod from the older. he leaned down, his tongue flicking over the head of chan’s cock. chan's hips jerked forward, a groan escaping his lips, he smirked, his hands tangling in minho’s hair as minho sucked him deeper.

“baby, fuck…I’m gonna—” chan’s warning was cut off by Minho’s name being ripped from his throat as he came, his release spilling into the cat hybrid's mouth, making chan smile and caress his cheek.

Chan pulled back, licking his lips. “You did so fucking good, kitten,” he murmured, his voice rough. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Minho panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “sir…please…”

Chan’s eyes widened, a primal surge took over him, hands gripped Minho’s hips, flipping him onto his stomach. His fingers trailed over Minho’s ass, squeezing the soft flesh. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his fingers sliding between Minho’s ass cheeks. “I’m going to wreck you.”

Minho moaned, his body trembling with anticipation. Chan leaned down, his tongue teasing Minho’s entrance. Minho’s cry was muffled by the cushions, his hips pushing back against Chan’s mouth. Chan’s tongue delved deeper, his hands gripping Minho’s hips to hold him in place.

“sir…fuck…please…” Minho’s voice was broken, his body shaking with need.

Chan pulled back, his fingers replacing his tongue. He slid two fingers inside, feeling Minho clench around him. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he groaned, his fingers thrusting in and out. “You’re driving me fucking wild.”

Minho’s cries grew louder, his hips pushing back against Chan’s hand. “More…please…”

Chan added a third finger, stretching Minho open. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Minho’s ear. “You’re going to take me so fucking good, kitten,” he murmured, his voice dark and possessive. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Minho whimpered, his body trembling with anticipation. Chan withdrew his fingers, quickly tearing a condom and rolled it on his cock, lining himself up, his tip pressing against Minho’s entrance. “Ready, baby?”

Minho nodded frantically, his voice trembling. “Yes…please, Chan…”

Chan pushed inside, his cock stretching Minho open. Minho cried out, his body trembling as he took every inch. Chan groaned, his hands gripping Minho’s hips. “Fuck…you’re so fucking tight…”

He started slow, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Minho moaned, his hands clutching the cushions as Chan fucked him. “Chan…fuck…more…”

Chan’s thrusts grew faster, his hips slamming against Minho’s. Minho’s cries grew louder, his body trembling under Chan’s grip. “You’re so fucking perfect,” Chan growled, his cock pistoning in and out. “I’m going to fucking wreck you, baby.”

Minho’s back arched, his cries growing more desperate. “hyung…please…harder…”

Chan obliged, his thrusts becoming rougher, his hips slamming against Minho’s with every stroke. “You’re mine, kitten,” he growled, his hands gripping Minho’s hips tighter. “Say it.”

“Yours…I’m yours…” Minho’s voice was broken, his body trembling with pleasure.

Chan’s hips snapped forward, his cock hitting Minho’s prostate with every thrust. Minho screamed, his body convulsing as he came untouched. Chan followed soon after, his release spilling inside the condom. He leaned over Minho, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Minho’s ear. “You’re perfect.”

Minho whimpered, his body trembling under Chan’s weight. “Channie…”

Chan pulled out, flipping Minho onto his back. He kissed him deeply, his tongue tangling with Minho’s. “You’re mine,” he murmured against Minho’s lips. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Chan smiled, grabbing few wet tissues and cleaned minho's inner thighs and tossed them away along with the sheets, he pulled the boy closer, kissing his cheeks and praised him saying how good he was and stroked his ear earning soft purrs from minho. "my cute baby..next time, am gonna breed you. fucking make you mine completely. now shall we go for a bubble bath?."

Minho, face heating up at the words whined and nodded letting chan take care of him.

[bbyyuuu]

⋆ sweet temptation ⋆

pairing: best friend!han jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors dni.

summary: you and your best friend accidentally devour an entire box of sex chocolates while watching a pirated version of the movie ponyo. now you're left to deal with the consequences.

a/n: this came about after i submitted a similar thirst for @daydreams-after-dark 's birthday month event . . . so if you're seeing this, hi :) thanks for the indirect motivation to start a skz blog and post this. i hope you all enjoy ♡

warnings: dom!hanji, sub fem!reader, accidental use of sex chocolates/aphrodisiacs, dry humping, unprotected sex, very messy and wet, creampie, pet names(baby), possessive language, multiple orgasms, technically there's no verbal consent but they're both enthusiastic

"This is bullshit. I swear it is."

“What do you mean?" Jisung says, staring at you accusingly from across the couch. His wispy black hair falls in front of his round glasses, and his fingers reach up to brush it away so he can give you a halfhearted glare. "I put Ponyo in B-tier. That means it's good."

Your nose crinkles in pure disgust, absolute horror at the dingy laptop placed on your best friend’s ottoman. The screen glitches every once in a while, but you see the brightly colored tierlist clear as day. There’s Ponyo—one of your favorite Studio Ghibli movies of all time, a masterpiece of visual art and fairytale storytelling—in B-tier. Middle of the road. Average.

“It deserves better than just good!” You insist, convinced that he has the worst taste on planet Earth. “C’mon. At least put it up a tier.”

“Next to My Neighbor Totoro? Fuck no.”

“Fuck you!”

“Woah woah woah, language,” Jisung replies cheekily, and you grumble, tipping back to sink your head into the cushions of your best friend’s couch. If he even is your best friend after this anyways.

You and Jisung have been hanging out at his apartment for hours, chatting about basically anything and everything. It’s an especially exciting night; his roommate is out visiting family for the weekend, meaning the two of you have the whole place to yourselves.

“Don’t make a mess,” Minho had said through the phone. “I don’t want to clean up once I get back home.”

So far, you’ve had halfhearted success in baking cinnamon rolls, little-to-no success cooking dinner, and full success in ordering barbeque chicken. The kitchen had barely survived through it all, but aside from an occasional utensil on the floor it’s pretty clean.

Aside from your cooking ventures, you two have taken it upon yourselves to rank all the Studio Ghibli movies on a tierlist. Some of his takes surprise you, maybe frustrate you— but none of them fill you with such rage as seeing Ponyo in B-Tier.

“When was the last time you watched this movie?” You ask, almost demand. Jisung pretends to think for a moment; his soft lips pursing together in contemplation.

“Uhh… when I was twelve.”

“Oh for fuck's sake,” You reach over to his laptop and grab it, typing furiously to find a pirated URL for the movie. “We’re watching Ponyo tonight. No buts.”

“Fine,” Jisung says, extending the ‘e’. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him picking up the empty plastic containers of your dinner. He pouts, lips jutting out exaggeratedly when he finds the tins utterly empty. “Aww man, no more food. I’ll go see if there’s any leftovers in the kitchen.”

“Okay,” You idly reply, too busy trying to bypass the stupid ad pop-ups on his computer. You mash a couple of buttons, open and close a few tabs, and boom, you’re in.

Meanwhile, Jisung has gone and returned from the kitchen. In his hands he holds a random box of chocolates that he tosses into your waiting hands. “Found these in the back of the pantry. Probably Minho’s.”

You open the cardboard flap and dig your hand inside, pulling out a rectangle-shaped chocolate wrapped in pretty red tinfoil. You don’t care to read the name—the room is too dimly lit to see anyway—and rip open the package, finding two square chocolates waiting for you.

“Huh,” You comment, holding up the two chocolate pieces. “I’ve never seen chocolates that come in twos before.”

A hand snatches one of the chocolates away and you turn to see Jisung chewing. His adams apple bobs as he swallows. “Mmm, cherry. You should try it.”

You glance at the singular square held between your fingertips, and shrug before popping it in your mouth.

An hour later, you and Jisung are curled up together watching Ponyo. From glances and little remarks here and there, he seems to be enjoying it, and thank god he does. You couldn’t stand seeing Ponyo be misplaced any longer.

During a particularly captivating underwater scene, you reach for the box of chocolates—only to find the insides empty. You blink for a moment, tearing your eyes away from the screen, and realize you and Jisung have eaten them all.

“Aww,” Your eyebrows furrow in annoyance, but you remove yourself from the pile of blankets to toss the box in the trash. Your best friend remains engrossed in the movie, only shifting to adjust his glasses.

You think to check the brand on the box before you throw it away. It would be nice to get again, after all. The chocolates tasted pretty good—

“Jisung.”

The serious tone of your voice jerks your best friend back into reality, and he hurries to pause the movie. His gaze flickers up to yours with a slight level of concern. “What’s up?”

“These chocolates…” You audibly gulp, and your mind swims from reading the label on the box. “I don’t think these are regular ones.”

“Then what are they?” Jisung crawls over from his side of the couch and leans over your shoulder. His breath tickles your neck as he speaks. “Weed?”

You point to the packaging. It’s sensually decorated, with elegant lettering and a good number of red hearts littering the front. Right in the center are two words: aphrodisiac chocolate.

Jisung’s eyes bulge wide open and he blinks several times. “Sex chocolate?!”

“Yeah,” You let out a breathless, winded chuckle. Your eyes are equally as wide as his. “How many did we eat?”

Over the next minute, you and Jisung rummage around the couch and collect as many wrappers as you can. With each find, you’re more and more flabbergasted—assuming you two had an equal amount, you can say that you probably had ten to twelve chocolates…each.

“Holy shit,” is the only thing he can say for the next minute. You check the back of the box and discover more lovely news: the recommended amount is one to three squares per person.

There’s silence for the next couple of minutes after that.

The two of you must look so stupid, crouching over copious candy wrappers, dumbfounded by your dual idiocy. What the fuck were you going to do?

Jisung attempts to answer that question in breaking the silence. “So essentially…we’re gonna get super horny.”

“Yeah,” You respond, wincing. “I’m kind of trying not to think about that right now.”

“Well- I mean- You- I- ugh,” Jisung rubs his temples sorely. For once he’s completely serious, no giggles, no jokes. It concerns you as much as it frightens you. “How long until it kicks in?”

“A few hours, it says.”

“Any way to reverse the effects?”

“We already ate the chocolates, Sungie. I don’t think we can get them out.”

“Fuck,” He stares at the empty container. “What are we gonna do then?”

You open your mouth to respond and find it dry. Suddenly you’re hyperaware that in an undisclosed amount of time, both you and your best friend will be incredibly horny. In an apartment together, with no distractions. Just you and him.

You’re tempted to run for the hills. Grab your bag and race home to deal with it all on your own, rather than face this volatile situation and the can of worms that is your undeniable attraction to a man you swore never to date. It feels like the better situation for a split second; enough for you to place one foot on the ground in an effort to stand up from the couch.

Jisung’s head whips up immediately, and the panicked, almost desperate flash in his eyes freezes you in place. It’s almost a plea, a look that stirs something deep in your gut: Please. Don’t go.

You sit back down.

“So…wanna watch the rest of Ponyo?”

By the end of the movie, Jisung moves Ponyo up to A-tier. Normally you’d gloat in his face and criticize his judgmental movie taste—but you can’t seem to get the thought of the chocolates out of your head. It doesn’t help that he's uncomfortably close, his hoodie brushing up against your shoulder with every breath.

He doesn’t say anything as he shuts the laptop, doesn’t look at you as he leans back on the couch. His eyes are distant. Unfocused, dazed like you’ve only seen when he’s dead drunk.

You only need to wonder why for a moment before you notice just how burning hot you are.

Your shirt tightly sticks to you like a vice, and your head fogs like smoke filling the air. The thick pulse in your chest can’t seem to subside, and you feel your skin heat up more with every second that passes.

One sensation rushes in even stronger, an ache from your lower half. Your thighs squeeze together involuntarily, feeling for some sort of relief, any sort of relief. God, you’ve never wanted a dick more in your entire life.

And your best friend happens to be sitting right across from you with one.

Shit. No. You can’t think that way about him; you shouldn’t look. He’s your best friend—but your gaze moves on its own and hones in on the very obvious bulge in his sweatpants.

You glance upwards. Jisung’s cheeks are flushed. A bead of sweat trails down his forehead. He can’t seem to stop swallowing. His pretty dark eyes are not trained on yours but on the way your thighs press against each other for friction. He stares as if he’s devouring you whole.

“Jisung?” You say softly, your voice almost hoarse in your throat. There is no need to whisper. It’s just you and him, in his apartment together, alone.

“…Yeah?”

“Are you feeling it too?”

Jisung still can’t seem to look you in the eyes. He nods, slowly.

You crawl closer.

“Fuck,” He sputters out breathlessly. His hand reaches up to shakily adjust his glasses. Sweat seems to drip down the side of his face and off his chin. He wipes it away.

You inch closer, and with every shuffle you hear Jisung’s breath grow more ragged. His hands move all over himself— adjusting the gray sweatpants you want to ruin so badly, make a mess all over and cum on, brushing away the same strand of hair over and over. He still can’t seem to look at you.

Finally, you arrive right in front of him. You sit with your legs spread wide, your shorts doing little to cover up the arousal starting to drip down your thigh. Your knees, planted on the couch cushion, brush against his legs. His breath stops.

You reach up and gently grab ahold of his chin. Slowly, you turn his head so he comes face to face with your equally flushed face.

“Oh my god.”

In an instant, Jisung’s lips press against yours; he practically climbs on top of you, pinning you down into the furniture. His arms reach and wrap around whatever he can as he drinks from the taste of your lips in a dizzying rhythm. It’s insistent, messy, desperate. Your mouths move in a tangled dance, hoping each to swallow the other whole.

His fingers find the bottom hem of your shirt and hook underneath it to tug it up. You oblige and revel in each and every touch you can get.

Your shirt is shoved above your breasts, and Jisung doesn't bother to unclasp your bra—opting to move the fabric aside instead. He breaks the kiss to ogle at your bare chest. His eyes are lidded and you swear that his pupils are heart-shaped, and he sighs, almost dreamily. Like he's seen a piece of heaven.

“God, you're fucking beautiful,” He mutters from above you. “I'm sorry, I just can't....”

His words send a rush of heat straight to your core, and you whine. Next thing you know, he has his hands on your knees and spreads your legs apart so he can slot himself between them.

The friction of his pants against your clothed clit makes you keen—usually you aren't so sensitive, if not for those chocolates. Every sensation seems to be heightened.

"Sungie~" You whimper as Jisung rocks his hips against yours, your legs wrapping around his waist. He leans down to capture your lips in his once more, hungry for the hints of chocolate he tastes.

Everything is sloppy and coordinated; he grinds into you like a bunny in heat, groaning at every bit of friction between his gray sweatpants and your cotton shorts. It's hot and stuffy, but you've never felt so good in your life.

"Feel so good, shit-" Jisung mumbles between messy kisses. His glasses are fogged and hanging half off his nose, but he couldn't care less. "Wanna fuck you so badly- you want that? Want me to fuck you- ah, god~ like you deserve?"

Jisung shoves his head down into your chest, burying himself between your two mounds as he presses up on you from below. He kisses your skin and moves slightly to suckle on your right nipple, making you keen. His soft boba eyes peek out to look up at you, dazed and sick with sticky desire.

Your cunt clenches around nothing, throbs under the way Jisung's clothed cock hits your clit repeatedly. You want him to fuck you so bad, need your best friend's dick to split you open.

"Fuck me please," You beg, your voice trembling and thoughts hazy with lust. You've never begged for a man before, but Jisung is simply different in every way. "Please, Jisung, Sungie, please-"

He audibly groans, as if the sound of your voice gets him any closer to heaven. He wrenches himself away from your cunt to slip down his pants just enough for his thick, veiny cock to slip out. Meanwhile, you can't resist slipping your hand under the waistband of your shorts, to your needy wet cunt. You rub your clit with two of your fingers, whining softly at the stimulation of your swollen bud.

Suddenly, Jisung's hands wrap around the hem of your shorts and panties—he tugs them down all at once, exposing your sobbing pussy to his greedy view. You look up and his eyes are hungry, lidded and clouded with want, zeroed in on your cunt. You think he might be drooling.

Jisung hurries to press his cock against your wetness. He's shaky, almost trembling as he guides his mushroom tip through your folds, his breath coming out in stutters.

Even with just the tip, it's big. You feel like you're split open, and every inch of his cock entering your pussy sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. It doesn't even hurt with how wet it is, and he slides in like warm butter. He practically collapses onto you as soon as he bottoms out, his head buried in your neck.

His cock twitches inside you, and you realize through the haze that Jisung isn't moving. He's whining softly, breathlessly, but his hips do little more than tremble.

"Jisung-"

"Don't," He shushes you. His voice is raspy and desperate, and he mouths at your neck between words. "I-I'm trying not to cum."

You whine, wanting any sort of friction—but Jisung doesn't budge. Then you squirm a little, just to feel it a little more, and both of you let out audible moans. He grabs your hips roughly to hold you in place.

"F-fuck-" He swears, and there's a growl in the back of his throat. "Are you trying to get me to cum inside?"

The idea of his cum filling you up sends a rush through your bones. You inadvertently clench around him, and the grip on your hips becomes so strong it might bruise.

"Y-you want it that bad? Fine then. Fucking take it."

Jisung starts a relentless pace; he groans into your neck and holds your hips down so you take every inch of him with every thrust. His tip brushes up against your cervix sweetly, and you keen, your hands tangling into his black hair.

"You're so wet baby-" He mutters, stamping in a word between rough thrusts. "So. Fucking. Tight. God, bet no one has made you feel this good, huh? Say it."

You can barely find the words, letting punched-out moans every time his cock kisses your cervix. "Y-you're the only one, Ji!"

"That's it," He says, his pace speeding up impossibly faster. He's hardly going in a pattern, just bunny fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. "This pussy belongs to me, doesn't it? All mine~"

Jisung changes his grasp; he gets a hold of your thighs and spreads them so he can fuck you deeper. It's a welcome change—and you remove one hand from his hair to clamp over your mouth, your moans becoming unabashedly noisy. Your eyes squeeze shut and roll back behind your eyelids. "O-oh Jisung, that feels good-"

"Baby, baby please, I gotta cum- gonna cum inside, want that? You want that?" He says, and his hand shakily moves to rub his palm against your clit.

You cry out, about to tip over the edge. You want it more than you've ever wanted anything in your life. "P-please!"

Jisung groans loudly, not bothering to muffle the noise as he cums inside. You cum at the same time, whimpering into his tangled-up hair. His hips stutter but they don't halt; he fucks his cum into you lazily. You whimper at the sensation of his warm cream filling your insides. It's messy and deliciously wet.

"Jisung," You mumble out, still feeling a burning ache. You're addicted to the pull of his cock inside your walls. "I- I want-"

He interrupts you with a groan; then his hips begin to pound into you once more, moaning into the skin of your neck. He simply can't stop, even when you let out a high-pitched cry.

"I'm sorry baby- just had to. Your pussy is sucking me in-" Jisung grunts. His voice is nearly drowned out by the wet squelch of every thrust into your creamy cunt. "Just one more, one more, that's it~"

You feel like you're being folded in half from the way he presses you down, your thighs moving to rest on his shoulders. He ruts into you with reckless abandon, and his hands find themselves digging into the couch on either side of your head.

Jisung lifts his head up so it's right above yours, and you see him for the first time in what feels like ages. His glasses are long gone, and his lips are slightly ajar as he groans senselessly with every thrust. The pinkness of his round cheeks and the lidded pleasure in his eyes matches yours; he leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss.

You moan into his mouth sweetly, and he hums in delight. There's no rhythm to the way he kisses you and fucks you—just pleasure-driven madness, desperation to feel you in every way.

"Mine," He mumbles, almost to himself as he pounds into you desperately. "Gonna cum in you again, fill you up~ my baby, all mine-"

You clench despite the tired ache in your thighs. You want him to cum in you over and over, spill his semen and let him fuck it into you again. You want him completely, irrevocably.

It's this thought that sends you over the edge for a second time; you wail, unable to make out any words as a wave of pleasure washes over you. Jisung messily kisses you throughout, muffling the sounds that escape your lips with his own.

He thrusts a few more times, groaning senselessly into your mouth before finally cumming again. Another warm sensation floods your insides and you sigh in satisfaction.

Jisung crumples onto your body and simply lays limp on top of you. Neither of you can bring yourselves to move.

"Best sex ever." He croaks out with a hoarse voice, and you laugh tiredly.

The next morning, you wake up on the couch. Jisung is laying next to you, his body tangled with yours. He stirs as you shuffle and pull yourself up from the cushions.

"Morning," You whisper, and he responds with a soft hum. His hair is adorably chaotic and worsens as he runs a hand through it. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," He says, and sits up with a groan of pain. "God, my joints. I feel like I blew out my back."

You notice a similar soreness in your thighs, but you tease him regardless. "You old man."

"Shut up," Jisung replies with no real malice. He looks down at you with surprising affection, his boba eyes twinkling with joy. You can't help but smile at the sight.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You say, an amused breath leaving your lips.

"Nothing," He grins cheekily. "Just that I got to have sex with my best friend who I've liked for an entire year."

You blink in shock, and Jisung giggles. "What? You're surprised?"

"No, I mean- yeah," You find yourself stumbling over your words, a pink blush appearing on your cheeks. "I mean, we did fuck yesterday, I just didn't expect you to say it so...bluntly."

"Well I did," Jisung lowers his voice to a soft whisper. He leans in close so his lips nearly brush against yours. "I like you."

"I like you too," You reply bashfully, and you can't resist kissing him. It's slow and saccharine sweet, nothing like the desperate messes you were yesterday. He sighs like a love-struck teenager as you pull away.

"Minho's gonna kill us," He mumbles dreamily. You burst out laughing.

[bbyyuuu]

Caught in the act.

MDNI

pairing: lee minho X han jisung.

genre: smut , fluff.

synopsis: when jisung was told to behave by minho, did he?

TW: smut, dom minho, sub jisung, anal fingering & sex, unprotected, rough handling, degradation (slut etc), pet names, praising, slight edging(?), orgasm denial, begging, masturbation, lmk if i missed anything.

A/n: Uhm..what do you guys think of it? i hope it's not rushed, ignore any typo mistakes and all...anyways enjoy and take care <33

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Rules. it's always important to create rules and respect each others boundaries. no matter what, you should obey the rules or there would be severe consequences and that's what jisung is dealing with now.

Minho has set couple of rules for his boyfriend jisung to follow, do not touch yourself without my permission was one of the rules, it was okay for jisung at first, as long a minho takes care of it, but it was different today. Earlier in the evening, minho left to some high school reunion party, dressed in fine navy blue dress shirt which highlighted his toned body and jeans hugging his thick thighs. It was enough to get jisung wet and needy.

the memory of minho's words were still ringing in his mind, a sweet warning for him.

"Don't do anything naught after i leave, kitten. i will reward you if you stay good."

But who wants a reward when the punishment feels better than it?

And that's how jisung found himself in their shared bedroom, waves of excitement and nervousness shooting through his body. he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, breaking the rule.

Jisung’s breath came in shallow bursts, his fingers trembling as they slid down the waistband of his sweatpants. The room was quiet—too quiet—but the thrumming in his veins drowned out the silence. He couldn’t help it. Minho had told him not to do this, had ordered him to wait, but the memory of Minho’s voice alone was enough to make him desperate. He’d tried to distract himself, had flipped through his phone, paced the room, even turned on the TV, but nothing worked.

His body had other plans, and those plans were anything but patient.

He bit his lip as his hand wrapped around his cock, already hard and leaking against his stomach. The sensation was electric, and he let out a soft moan, his hips bucking up into his own touch.

Minho would be furious if he knew, but that only made him harder. The idea of Minho’s stern gaze, the way his voice would drop into that low, commanding tone—it was intoxicating. Minho never showed that side, not until his patience snaps. Jisung’s fingers moved faster, his grip tightening as he imagined it was Minho’s hand instead of his own.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Jisung froze, his heart pounding in his chest. Slowly, he turned his head toward the sound, his hand still gripping his cock. There, in the doorway, stood Minho. His eyes were dark, his lips pressed into a thin line as he took in the scene. Jisung’s stomach dropped. when did he even come home? and how long he had been standing there watching?

“Minho,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I—I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

Minho stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even make a sound as he crossed the room. Jisung’s hand fell away from his cock, his body trembling as he watched Minho approach. He felt like a rabbit caught in a trap, paralyzed by the predator circling him.

“Did I not tell you to wait for me?” Minho’s voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it that made Jisung shiver.

“Y-Yes,” Jisung stammered. “But I couldn’t—I couldn’t help it.”

Minho’s lips curved into a faint smile, but there was no warmth in it. He crouched down beside the bed, his hands resting on Jisung’s thighs. “Do you remember what happens when you break the rules, Jisung?”

Jisung nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He could feel the heat of Minho’s hands through the fabric of his sweatpants, and it only made his cock twitch harder. He hated how much he loved this—the fear, the anticipation, the way Minho’s presence alone made his body betray him.

He liked it when minho would whisper sweet things into his ear, slowly rocking his hips into him but this side...Oh god!! it was a whole new level. This is what Jisung needs, he will never admit that he love it rough.

“Good,” Minho murmured. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Jisung’s ear. “Let’s make sure you don’t forget again.” He glanced at jisung, a silent way to ask for his permission, earning a desperate nod from him.

Jisung gasped as Minho’s hands slid up his thighs, pushing his sweatpants down to his knees. His cock sprang free, already slick with precum, and Minho’s gaze darkened as he took it in. Without warning, Minho wrapped his hand around Jisung’s length, squeezing just enough to make Jisung whimper.

“Please,” Jisung begged, his hips jerking up into Minho’s grip. “Please, Minho—”

“You don’t get to beg,” Minho said, his voice cold. “You lost that right when you disobeyed me.”

Jisung’s breath hitched as Minho’s hand moved, stroking him slowly but firmly. The pleasure was unbearable, but Minho’s grip was tight, too tight, and Jisung knew he wouldn’t be allowed to come. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he squirmed, his body caught between pleasure and pain.

“You’re so weak,” Minho whispered, his lips trailing down Jisung’s neck. “You can’t even control yourself for a few hours. Pathetic.”

Jisung moaned, his hands clutching at the sheets. The words tore through him, but they only made him harder. He hated how much he craved this—the degradation, the roughness, the way Minho’s voice cut through him like a knife.

Minho’s hand left his cock, and Jisung whimpered at the loss. But before he could protest, Minho’s fingers were pressing against his hole, teasing him without mercy. Jisung’s back arched, his hips pushing back against Minho’s touch.

“You want this, don’t you?” Minho asked, his voice low and mocking. “You’re such a slut for me,kitten. Always begging for it.”

“Yes,” Jisung gasped, his voice breaking. “Yes, please—”

Minho’s fingers pushed inside, and Jisung cried out, his body tensing around the intrusion. The stretch was deliciously painful, and Minho didn’t hold back, curling his fingers just right to make Jisung’s vision blur. Tears streamed down his cheeks as Minho worked him open, each thrust of his fingers driving Jisung closer to the edge.

“Look at you,” Minho murmured, his breath hot against Jisung’s ear. “You’re falling apart already. You’re so fucking weak.”

Jisung’s entire body trembled, his cock twitching helplessly as Minho fucked him with his fingers. The pleasure was overwhelming, but Minho didn’t let up, didn’t give him a moment to catch his breath. Jisung’s moans turned to whimpers, his legs shaking as Minho added a third finger, stretching him even further.

“Please,” Jisung begged, his voice filled with desperation. “Please, Minho, I need—”

“You don’t get to tell me what you need,” Minho interrupted, his voice sharp.

Jisung nodded wildly, his body writhing under Minho’s touch. The pleasure was getting too much, too intense, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge. But before he could come, Minho pulled his fingers out, leaving Jisung gasping and empty.

“No,” Jisung whimpered, his hips bucking pathetically. “Please, Minho, I need—”

“Silence,” Minho snapped, his tone brooking no argument. He stood, pulling his shirt off and kicking his pants to the side in one fluid motion. His cock was hard, already slick with precum, and Jisung’s mouth watered at the sight.

Minho climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Jisung’s legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Jisung’s ear. “You’re going to take everything I give you, Jisung. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

Jisung nodded, his hands gripping the sheets as Minho lined himself up. The first thrust was brutal, Minho pushing inside without hesitation, and Jisung screamed, his back arching off the bed. The stretch was unbearable, but the pleasure was even more intense, and Jisung’s cock throbbed against his stomach.

“You’re so fucking tight, even after fucking you so many times.” Minho growled, his hands gripping Jisung’s hips as he pulled back and thrust in again. “You feel fucking amazing.”

Jisung’s legs wrapped around Minho’s waist, pulling him closer as Minho fucked him roughly. The bed creaked with each thrust, and Jisung’s cries filled the room, mingling with Minho’s low grunts. The pleasure was overwhelming, but Minho didn’t let up, his pace relentless as he drove Jisung closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re mine,” Minho growled, his hands tightening on Jisung’s hips. “Say it, kitten. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Jisung gasped, his voice breaking. “I’m yours, Minho, please—”

Minho’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, and Jisung felt himself unraveling under the onslaught. His cock twitched, precum dripping onto his stomach, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. But just as he felt himself about to come, Minho’s hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing tightly.

“Not yet,” Minho said, his voice harsh. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Jisung sobbed, his body trembling with desperation. The pleasure was too much, too intense, but Minho didn’t let up, his thrusts growing more brutal as he pushed Jisung closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” Jisung begged, his voice filled with desperation. “Please, Minho, I can’t—”

“You can,” Minho growled, his voice filled with authority. “And you will.”

Jisung’s body tensed, his cock throbbing in Minho’s grip as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He felt himself teetering on the edge, his entire body trembling with need. And then, finally, Minho’s hand moved, stroking him roughly as he fucked him harder.

“Come for me, baby,” Minho commanded, his voice filled with authority.

Jisung came with a cry, his body arching off the bed as the pleasure consumed him. His cock pulsed in Minho’s hand, his release spilling onto his stomach, and Minho’s thrusts grew even more erratic. Moments later, Minho groaned, his hips slamming into Jisung’s as he came deep inside him.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed. Then, slowly, Minho pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside Jisung. He reached out, intertwining their fingers as he pulled Jisung close.

“You did so well,” Minho murmured, his voice soft now, filled with warmth. “You’re perfect, my baby. Always perfect, did i go too rough?"

Jisung shook his head, trembling in his arms, "no..i..liked it.."

Minho smiled pulling him close and pressed a soft kiss to his head "never test me again, baby."

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Finding you.

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can we try it, hyung?

MDNI

pairing: lee minho X han jisung.

genre: smut, light fluff.

synopsis: minho always see jisung as innocent goof ball unlike him but, is it really true?

TW: smut, dom minho, sub jisung, face fucking, gagging, slightly rough, dirty talk, degradation-praise, pet names (baby, kitten)mention of sex toys. missing something? lmk if you find it out.

A/n: what did i even write? i'm sorry i was in a rush and i hope it isn't that bad and also as i sad, English isn't my first language, bear with me..anyways enjoy <33 and lmk if there are any silly spelling mistakes, i don't want to embarrass myself even more T_T

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Life with minho is always good to jisung, getting spoiled, showered with attention, and most importantly, sex. Jisung always get shy the moment he sees minho naked, don't blame the poor boy, he is just shy by nature, and lord!! minho's body is perfection, his arms, honey skin, toned abs and chest, and those damn thighs jisung liked to ride until his mind goes blank, anyone would gown down on their knees for him.

Unaware to minho, jisung isn't just a ball of innocence who lets minho take control every time they do it, he himself have few erotic thoughts in his mind dreaming to try them with him, one of them includes face fucking. Yeah, never in their life jisung gave a blow job to minho. why? because minho always stopped him explaining that he couldn't take it and the fact he doesn't want to hurt him. Pfft, that only made jisung more desperate to try it and he ends up practicing it for weeks while watching videos and buying sex toys without minho knowing.

Today is an another day of hell for jisung, he sat on the couch with the screen in front of him playing a Rom-com drama but his attention was on anything other than that, and why? he was aroused. wet for minho. The problem started that morning when minho wrapped his arms around jisung and sucked on his neck leaving a mark before leaving to work. It was just a casual moment for minho expressing his love for his boyfriend, but boy jisung got aroused it.

he squirmed in his seat, trying to find friction to soothe the dirty thoughts running in his mind, the idea of minho finding him like this, wet and dripping just for him, and then face fucking him roughly-

The soft click of the door closing interrupted his filthy thoughts and jisung rose to he feet rushing to the living room to find minho removing his shoes, the dress shirt hugging his body in all the right places and the jeans, Oh my god.

Minho looked up, a sweet smile spreading across his face when his eyes met his boyfriend's. "hello "

"hi.." jisung replied, his tone shy and shaky, the boy took a few steps towards minho and giggled the moment he hugged him.

Jisung soon found himself tucked in minho's arms, a baby blue blanket covering them both, it felt like heaven in minho's arms as if shielding him away from all the problems, but no..not when the problem is minho.

Jisung occasionally squirmed in his seat, rubbing his thighs together, trying hard not to let out the whimpers he was holding in, and of course that didn't went unnoticed my minho. How could he? when his cute boyfriend is suffering in silence?

Minho’s fingers trailed lazily down Jisung’s spine, tracing the curve of his back as he laid on his arms. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across their bodies. Jisung shivered under Minho’s touch, his breath catching softly as those fingers dipped lower, brushing over the swell of his ass.

And minho smirked secretly knowing the effect he have on him. such a devil.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Minho murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the nape of Jisung’s neck, his lips hot against his skin, testing the waters. “Every inch of you drives me crazy.”

Jisung exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. He was still getting used to this—Minho’s relentless attention, the way he worshipped his body like it was something sacred. It made him feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way possible. His heart pounded in his chest, anticipation curling low in his stomach and he couldn't hold himself back.

“Minho…” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Minho chuckled softly, already hearing the desperate need in his voice, his breath warm against Jisung’s ear. “What is it, baby?”

Jisung hesitated, biting his lip. He had been thinking about this for weeks, fantasizing about it when Minho wasn’t around. The idea of Minho taking control, of him thrusting into his mouth until he couldn’t breathe—it made his cheeks burn with both embarrassment and desire.

“I…” he started, his voice barely audible. “I wanna try…something.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and charged. Minho smiled, his fingers stilling against Jisung’s skin.

"what is it, baby? tell me.." Minho buried his face in his hair inhaling the soft scent of his boyfriend.

Jisung whined feeling waves of embarrassment flooding to his cheeks, and slowly looked up at him minho, eyes sparkling. "can..you..fuck my mouth?"

Minho froze, he did not expect that, not even in his dreams he thought jisung would speak dirty words all while looking so innocent. Then, slowly, he leaned back, his gaze darkening as he looked down at Jisung, a smirk replacing his shocked face.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung nodded, his face flushing even deeper. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice shaky. “I wanna feel you…in my mouth. I wanna choke on you.”

Minho’s eyes widened, a flicker of something primal passing through them. He reached down, cupping Jisung’s face in his hands, his thumb brushing over his cheek.

“Fuck, Jisung,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Before Jisung could respond, Minho leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It was hungry, demanding, and Jisung melted into it instantly. His hands moved to grip Minho’s shoulders, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled together.

Minho broke the kiss reluctantly, his breathing ragged as he looked down at Jisung. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice serious but filled softness. “I don’t wanna push you too far.”

Jisung nodded again, his eyes wide and pleading. “I’m sure,” he whispered. “I want you to fuck my face, hyung. I wanna feel you deep in my throat.”

Minho groaned, his cock twitching at Jisung’s words. “Fuck, where did you even learn those, baby?” he muttered, leaning down to press another kiss to Jisung’s lips. “You’re gonna kill me, Jisung.”

He shifted, pulling Jisung up into a kneeling position and sat in front of him. Jisung’s heart raced as Minho leaned back, his cock already hard and straining against his sweats. Minho hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down along with the boxers slowly, and Jisung’s breath hitched as his cock sprang free, thick and flushed with need.

“Open your mouth, baby,” Minho instructed, his voice low and commanding, his usual soft and caring demeanor disappearing.

Jisung obeyed instantly, his lips parting as Minho guided his cock to his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze locking with Jisung’s, before slowly pushing forward. The head of his cock bumped against Jisung’s lips, and Jisung moaned softly, his tongue darting out to lick at the tip.

“That’s it,” Minho groaned, his hands tangling in Jisung’s hair. “Just like that, kitten.”

Jisung opened his mouth wider at the pet name, taking more of Minho’s cock into his mouth. It was thick and heavy on his tongue, the taste of him overwhelming his senses. He moaned again, his hands gripping Minho’s thighs as he started to bob his head slowly.

“Fuck, kitten,” Minho hissed, his fingers tightening in Jisung’s hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Jisung’s cheeks burned at the praise, but it only made him more eager. He took Minho deeper, his throat relaxing as he swallowed around him. Minho groaned, his hips rocking forward slightly, and Jisung’s eyes watered as his cock pushed further into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” Minho whispered, his voice rough. “Take it. Take all of me.”

Jisung moaned around him, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure up Minho’s spine. He started to move faster, his hips thrusting roughly as he fucked Jisung’s mouth. Jisung’s lips stretched around him, saliva dripping down his chin as he took every inch.

“You’re such a filthy cocksucker,” Minho groaned, the degradation making jisung whimper, he loved every second of it. “Look at you, swallowing my cock like you were born for it.”

Jisung whimpered again, his cock throbbing in his boxers at the words. He loved this—the way Minho degraded him, made him feel so damn dirty and used. It made him feel alive.

Minho’s thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on Jisung’s hair tightening. “Fuck, Jisung,” he gasped, his hips stuttering. “I’m close, baby. I’m gonna come.”

Jisung’s eyes fluttered closed, his mouth opening wider as Minho thrust deep, his cock hitting the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he swallowed around him, his tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.

Minho groaned loudly, his hips snapping forward as he came, his cock pulsing in Jisung’s mouth. Jisung swallowed every drop, his throat working around him as Minho emptied himself down his throat.

When Minho finally pulled back, Jisung was panting, his lips swollen and glistening with spit. Minho looked down at him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck, Jisung,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re incredible.”

Jisung blushed, his hands trembling as he wiped his mouth. “Did I…did I do okay?” he asked shyly.

Minho smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You did more than okay, baby,” he said softly. “You were perfect.”

Jisung’s heart swelled at the words, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. He leaned into Minho’s touch, his body humming with satisfaction.

Minho pulled him into his arms, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to his hair. “I’m sorry if I got too rough,” he whispered, his voice laced with guilt. “I didn’t mean to—”

Jisung cut him off with a shake of his head. “It was perfect,” he said softly. “I loved it.”

Minho’s lips curved into a smile as he kissed Jisung’s forehead again. “Good,” he murmured. “Because we’re definitely doing that again.”

Jisung’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He snuggled closer to Minho, his body still tingling with pleasure.

"but baby, where did you even learn that from? i never knew you.." Minho trailed off, gently rubbing his back and kissed his cheek.

"I..i knew it..am not that innocent as you think.." Jisung mumbled, heat creeping up to his cheek making him hide his face. Minho chuckled ruffling the boy's hair.

"shh, it's okay. i was just surprised. i always though you were innocent about these things." Jisung bit his lip and looked up at him, eyes turning doe and sparkly. "i..watched..and practiced..on dildo.."

Minho gasped, chocking on his own saliva, eyes widening and he pulled back from jisung to look at his face. "are you serious, baby? i never knew you were this naughty? dildo? when did you buy that thing?"

Jisung hid his face whining at the sudden questions, regretting his decisions. "weeks ago, i want to be good for you.." and minho's face softened even more, he gently lifted his chin to face him and smiled. "my little baby, doing something so dirty behind my back..you were perfect and all mine"

jisung blushed, cheeks painting a deep shade of red and minho had to hold himself back from biting those cheeks. "you still have them?" he questioned earning a nod from jisung and a smirk spread across his face. "Good, next time we are using them.."

jisung nodded blushing like a tomato, “I love you, hyung” , he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Minho’s arms tightened around him, his lips pressing another kiss to his hair. “I love you too, baby,” he said softly. “More than anything.”

[bbyyuuu]

About mee!!

>Who am i?

hello, this is yuna.

She/her | infp-t | Skz enthusiast | 05 liner|

see that 'I' in infp-t?? yupp, a certified introvert.

disappear from time to time hehe, don't toy with my food or i would become a witch, dw! i'm a softie. i swear am not professional in writing, English is not my first language, bear with me <3

>what content i post?

Uhm..i didn't sort it out yet.. (i swear i will) have plans on resuming writing fics after my break in wattpad, or posting stuff about skz, other groups too..since am new, please suggest me content ideas to post, in private messages, thank you in advance <33

>About my wattpad break

I used to be a wattpadder, writing fics for skz and other groups but due to a technical issues some users have difficult accessing wattpad, including me :(

>Groups i stan?

SKZ

Ot8....yeah everyone.

ENHYPEN

Jake is my bias but i get wrecked by others regularly.

TXT

my little goof ball, beomgyu.

SEVETEEN

DK (mwoya ottoke~)

TWICE

iconic Jiyho

BABYMONSTER

princess chiquita (click-clack, heels tap ~)

>Others groups i enjoy

ITZY

BLACKPINK

ATEEEZ

G-IDLE

AESPA

EVERGLOW

NMIXX

gonna add others later if i remember :D

That's it!!

Did i miss anything more??

take care everyone <3

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