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hanjisung-enjoyer · 19 days ago

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MOANNNNNNNNNN

Miss Possessive

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 when someone else eyes your man at the Fendi afterparty

featuring: Christopher Bahng x AFAB reader

warnings: suggestive

notes: kinda late but idc lol. inspired by Miss Possessive by Tate McCrae.

The Fendi afterparty was in full swing—golden lights reflecting off champagne glasses, designer-clad elites laughing too loud, music thrumming beneath the conversations of Hollywood’s most coveted faces. It was the kind of place where power hummed in the air, where influence was measured in glances and whispers.

Chris had his arm around your waist, his fingers tracing mindless patterns against the silk of your dress. He was effortlessly charming, flashing that dimpled smile at executives and fellow artists alike, his Australian lilt melting smoothly into conversation. You loved him like this—glowing, confident, in his element.

His eyes light up when he spots somebody in the distance, his grip loosening on your hip.

“Gonna go say hi to someone real quick,” Chris murmured close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “Come with me?”

You glanced up at him, catching the excitement in his expression. He lived for moments like this—connecting, networking, floating effortlessly through rooms filled with people who mattered. And you loved seeing him like this, loved knowing how easily he fit into this world.

But right now? You weren’t in the mood to entertain small talk.

“You go ahead,” you said, offering a small smile. “I’ll wait here.”

Chris hesitated for a fraction of a second, his fingers grazing your side like he was debating whether to push. But he didn’t. Instead, he gave your waist one last squeeze before slipping away, weaving through the crowd with an ease that came naturally to him.

You swirled the champagne in your glass, watching from a distance as Chris greeted the man with an easy smile, his shoulders relaxed, his charm effortless. He was always like this at events—engaging, magnetic, impossible to ignore.

And neither was she.

Standing just a little too close to the man Chris was talking to, her arm looped loosely through his, yet her gaze was fixed elsewhere. Fixed on Chris.

You noticed it immediately—the way her lashes fluttered as she watched him, the way her lips curved, not in polite acknowledgment but something softer, something indulgent. She was interested. Not in the man beside her, the one she was presumably here with, but in yours.

The realization settled over you like ice water, sharp and immediate. You’d seen this before—too many times, in too many rooms just like this. Women who thought their status or their beauty somehow made them untouchable, that their interest was a gift, not an intrusion.

She wasn’t even trying to be discreet about it.

You stayed quiet, simply watching, your expression unreadable as Chris continued his conversation, seemingly oblivious. He laughed at something the man said, dimples flashing, and you didn’t miss the way her lips parted slightly, like she was already imagining what it would be like to taste that smile.

Bold.

Your fingers curled around the stem of your glass, the cool surface grounding you. You weren’t the type to make a scene, weren’t the type to claw at Chris’s arm like a warning. Your confidence ran deeper than that.

Chris, as if sensing your gaze, glanced over his shoulder then, his expression softening when he saw you. His eyes lingered, and for a moment, the entire party seemed to fade into background noise.

Then, just as quickly, he was saying his goodbyes, excusing himself from the conversation. You didn’t miss the way she watched him go, her lips pressing together like she was debating something.

Too late.

Chris was already making his way back to you, his attention exactly where it should be. Where it had always been.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low as he slipped an arm around your waist again, reclaiming the space that had never been hers to take.

You let out a quiet hum, lifting your glass to your lips, your gaze flickering past him for only a second—long enough to see her still watching, her expression carefully composed but not nearly careful enough.

Chris followed your gaze, and something in his expression shifted. Understanding dawned, slow and steady, before amusement danced in his eyes. He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head as he turned back to you.

“You know,” he murmured, leaning in so only you could hear, “you don’t have to pretend you’re not annoyed.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Who said I was annoyed?”

Chris grinned, giving your waist a squeeze. “You’ve got that look,” he teased, voice full of knowing. “The one where you’re pretending not to care, but you’re already making up ways to subtly ruin her night.”

You exhaled a soft laugh, finally turning your full attention back to him. “She was looking at you like she wanted to take a bite.”

Chris let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he pulled back just enough to look at you properly. “You do realize that was his wife, right?”

You barely blinked, lifting your glass to your lips. “And?”

Chris grinned. “And maybe she was just being friendly.”

You arched a brow, unimpressed. “Chris. She was practically undressing you with her eyes.”

His dimples flashed as he grinned wider, but before he could say anything, you tilted your head, considering. “Or,” you mused, voice dripping with amusement, “maybe they’re into that sort of thing.”

Chris choked.

You watched with no small amount of satisfaction as a flush crept up his neck, his usual effortless confidence flickering for just a second. “What—” He cleared his throat, shifting slightly. “You think—”

You shrugged, all faux nonchalance. “Wouldn’t be the first time a couple tried to recruit you.”

Chris groaned, tipping his head back dramatically. “Jesus. Don’t remind me.”

You smirked behind your champagne glass, watching as he rubbed a hand down his face like he was trying to physically erase the memory.

“What was it that one guy said to you? Something about how he and his girl would ‘love to explore your energy’?”

Chris visibly shuddered. “I am begging you to never repeat that sentence again.”

You laughed, letting your fingers trail along the nape of his neck. His skin was warm, the heat creeping up from his collar, and you couldn’t resist the way he reacted to you, how easy it was to pull him in when you wanted to.

You glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of her again. She was still watching—her gaze dipping once more, as if mapping out his body, as if picturing all the ways she might get closer. Bold, but ultimately useless.

Chris was already here, with you.

You decided to prove the point.

With deliberate slowness, you let your hand slide lower, fingers pressing into the small of his back as you leaned into him, your lips grazing just beneath his ear.

“You know,” you murmured, voice soft enough that only he could hear, “if I was annoyed, I’d have a much better way of handling it than ruining her night.”

Chris inhaled sharply, and you felt the way his body tensed under your touch. His grip flexed on your waist before settling firm, almost possessive. “Yeah?” he muttered, voice lower now, rougher.

You let your lips brush the edge of his jaw, just for a second, just enough. “Mmhmm.”

Chris exhaled slowly, his hand shifting—sliding down, fingers pressing into your hip in a way that felt like both a warning and a plea

His fingers dug into your hip, just enough to make his point. “Careful,” he murmured, voice rough at the edges. “You keep this up, and we’re leaving this party early.”

You smirked, entirely unbothered by the threat. “What a shame that would be,” you mused, dragging your fingers just barely under the hem of his blazer. “Missing out on all this networking.”

Chris exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip flexing again—like he was reminding himself where you were, who was watching. But his eyes darkened, and you knew he wasn’t entirely in control of himself anymore.

You had him.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and his fingers slid just a little lower, his palm pressing flush against the curve of your hip. His body shifted, subtly angling you away from the rest of the room, from prying eyes, but you caught it—the way she was still watching, her expression unreadable, her lips pressed into a careful line.

You smiled. Slow. Sweet. Possessive in a way that didn’t require theatrics.

And then, just to seal it, you leaned up, brushing your lips against the shell of Chris’s ear, making damn sure she saw the way he shivered.

“Baby,” he muttered, like a warning, like a plea.

You pressed your smile against his jaw. “Mmhmm?”

Chris exhaled through his nose again, steadying himself, and when he finally pulled back to look at you, his eyes burned. His amusement was still there, but now it was tinged with something else, something hotter.

“I’m getting you another drink,” he said, his voice low, steady. But his fingers lingered on your waist, like he didn’t actually want to step away.

You tilted your head, gaze steady. “I don’t need another drink.”

Chris huffed out something that was almost a laugh, but his fingers flexed against your waist like he was hanging onto his last shred of composure. His jaw tightened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and then he shook his head, exhaling sharply through his nose.

“No,” he said, voice rough. “You definitely do.”

You arched a brow, lips twitching. “Oh? And why’s that?”

Chris ran a hand through his hair, exhaling through his nose as he took another step away. “Because,” he said, voice rougher than before, “if I stand here for one more second, I’m gonna forget we’re at a party.”

You smirked, watching the tension in his shoulders, the way he practically forced himself to step back. He needed the space—needed to pull himself together, to break the spell you’d so effortlessly cast over him.

Chris was disciplined, always the one in control, always the level-headed leader who could charm his way through any situation. But right now? Right now, his composure was cracking at the edges, and you loved knowing you were the reason why.

He cleared his throat, dragging a hand down his face before glancing toward the bar like it was some kind of lifeline. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered, already turning.

You didn’t stop him. You didn’t need to. Because the second he put even a step of distance between you, he hesitated—just for a fraction of a second—before shaking his head, like he was trying to clear you from his system.

You didn’t look away.

Not at first.

No, you let her stare, let her sit with it, let her marinate in the realization that whatever fleeting fantasy she’d entertained—whatever sliver of hope she’d foolishly clung to—had never stood a chance. Because this? This wasn’t a maybe. This wasn’t an opening.

Chris had already made his choice.

So you lifted your glass that Chris had just handed you, slow and deliberate, meeting her gaze with something just a touch too sweet, just a shade too knowing. And then—because you could—you raised it in a silent toast.

A petty, razor-sharp little acknowledgment.

I see you.

Her expression barely flickered, but you caught it—the subtle shift, the way her fingers curled slightly at her side, the way her lips pressed together in something that wasn’t quite a smile. She didn’t like being caught. Didn’t like that you knew exactly what she had been thinking.

Didn’t like that she had lost before she’d even started.

You took a slow sip of your champagne, savoring the moment, before finally, lazily, turning your attention away. Because that was the thing, wasn’t it? She didn’t matter enough to keep looking at.

Chris did.

And Chris? He was watching the entire thing unfold, his gaze flicking between the two of you, amusement flickering beneath something darker.

"You’re insufferable," he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear.

You tilted your head, all innocence. "What ever do you mean?"

Chris let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, but you saw the way his fingers flexed around the glass in his hand, saw the way his jaw tightened as he leaned in, voice just for you.

"That was mean."

You shrugged, unfazed. "That was mercy."

Chris huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head, but the way his fingers curled around your waist said he wasn’t entirely unaffected. His grip was firm—just shy of possessive, like he needed to ground himself in your presence, like he needed to remind himself that no amount of fleeting attention from anyone else could touch what was his.

"You’re a piece of work, you know that?" he murmured, eyes still dancing with amusement.

You smiled, slow and sweet. "And yet, here you are."

Chris exhaled sharply through his nose, his dimples flashing as he tipped his glass to his lips. "Yeah," he admitted, voice low, warm. "Here I am."

And that was it, wasn’t it?

You didn’t need to stake your claim, didn’t need to sink your claws into him in some desperate display of ownership. Because Chris wasn’t looking at anyone else. He wasn’t thinking about anyone else.

And the way his hand slid lower, fingers pressing into the small of your back like he couldn’t help himself? The way his eyes softened, darkened, like you were the only thing keeping him tethered in a room full of noise and flashing lights?

That said everything.

So you let the moment settle between you, let the warmth of the champagne hum through your veins as Chris traced absentminded circles against your hip, his fingers slow, lazy.

His hand slid lower, a warning, a promise, before he took a slow step back, eyes still locked onto yours. "We should go," he murmured, voice rough. "Before I forget how to behave."

You hummed, pretending to consider it, even as your body leaned into his touch like it already knew the answer. “That bad, huh?”

Chris let out a low chuckle, his fingers tightening against your waist, his breath fanning warm against your cheek as he dipped closer—just close enough to make your pulse stutter. “You have no idea.”

You knew exactly what was running through his head, how tightly he was holding the last threads of his composure, how close he was to losing the game he always played so well.

So you tipped your chin up, gaze steady, letting your lips just barely graze his jaw as you murmured, “Then what are we still doing here?”

Chris exhaled sharply, like he was physically restraining himself, before shaking his head with a breathy laugh. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, already slipping his hand into yours, already leading you through the crowd with a singular purpose.

You let him. You followed, matching his pace, feeling the heat of his palm against yours, feeling the weight of his gaze every time he glanced down at you like he was already thinking ten steps ahead.

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hanjisung-enjoyer · 23 days ago

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oh great… guess who’s gonna be thinking about this instead of sleeping😒😒😒😒😒

thinking about chan and pussy worship. he could spend hours between your legs it it meant coaxing more of those cute little whimpers and gasps out of you when he’s playing with your pussy. he’s a little pathetic though, completely pussy whipped the second he spreads your thighs open with trembling hands, thumbing your folds apart to get a good view of your sticky centre and he swears he could’ve came right then and there.

sometimes he gets a little too impatient and can’t even be bothered to get you out of your underwear first, immediately smothering and nuzzling his nose against the drenched fabric of your panties so shamelessly that it has you whining out in embarrassment, pussy contracting around nothing the more he groans and slobbers into your clothed cunt. “i know, i’m sorry baby, jus’ smell so good. can’t imagine how you’re gonna taste,” before he’s cutting off your small begs by slipping your panties to the side, tongue immediately finding home between your folds. and he’s so greedy with it too, messily making out with your pussy and groaning and whimpering and slobbering until it’s just a sloppy mess of spit and cum. sometimes you swear he enjoys it more than you.

can’t seem to keep his mouth shut the whole time, so drunk on sweet taste of your cum, just making it harder for him to keep any type of composure - every stuttered gasp he lets out or deep groan he breaths against your clit making your tummy tighten with a familiar heat that has you bucking down against his face, nearly sobbing everytime he reluctantly pulls away for air - only to curse the most vile shit underneath his breath, fingers working their way into your pussy to replace the emptiness his lips left behind. “god, fuck. pussy so tight, don’t know how i’m gonna fit my cock in there.” while stretching you around his digits, curling them so deep inside of you it has you seeing stars, back arching off the bed just to force him even closer, begging for something thicker to fill you up.

and chan is so ready to give it to you too, but he can’t seem to tear himself away from you until you’re literally gripping him by the hair and forcing him off. and even then he’s just letting out a pathetic whimper and sinking right back in, the long tip of his nose bumping against your sensitive bud with every long press of his tongue, hot and wet against your sticky centre. can and will get off from eating you out alone. likes to get you so fucked out that you don’t even know what’s happening anymore, dragging his lips against your dripping nub until your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull and your pussy is throbbing, unable to take what he’s giving you, not noticing the small rut of his hips against the bed where he lay between your legs, hard cock pressing painfully into the mattress, swollen and red and just begging to finally be buried deep into your plush cunt.

talks you through it, watching the way your eyes gloss over and jaw goes slack from his torment on your clit, all words being ripped from your throat as he stimulates your tortured cunt again and again. “that’s it baby, tell me who owns this pussy.” and he really does get off on the fact that you can never seem to respond, body gone limp beneath him and seeking nothing more than to finally paint his pretty lips in more of your arousal. “aw, my pretty baby, you’ve done so well. let me have a little more fun with you then i’ll leave you alone.”

#stray kids smut #bang chan smut #beautiful.#magnificent.#who else wet

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hanjisung-enjoyer · 26 days ago

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yes. yes. that’s all i gotta say.

a show for the closest

band leader!chan x drummer!reader

warnings: everything that a band lifestyle implies aka partying, drinking, depiction of drug use (we don’t approve of it, it’s for the sake of a fictional story ok, don’t do it irl, also idk how they work so if it’s not accurate you gotta forgive me). reckless unhealthy behaviors, unprotected piv while high. also, beware there’s a lot of exhibitionism and public stuff. it’s a pwp

the adrenaline of the stage is something you’re sure is a far worse addiction than that line of coke you’re snorting up with chris after the show. he sharply inhales it in and almost coughs, you assume from the intense burning and itching on the inside of his nose and throat. you follow your own white line and wince. it’s never a pleasant process but the instant kick washes over you in a second, so you’re well distracted.

you’re in the dressing room with all the band members, chilling out after your gig, unwinding and just having a fun time. jeongin and seungmin prefer alcohol, so they stick to gin or whatever it is on the rocks in their glasses. felix, your bass guitarist, rolls up a thick blunt of weed and lights it up, sitting right next to you — you catch his reflection in the mirror.

when the buzzing warmth fills up your entire body and settles somewhere deep in the fabric of your organs, your entire being feels at peace. chris smiles at you with the same knowing smirk because he’s feeling the exact same thing, he also knows very well that this particular dosage has the lovey dovey side effect, which is mostly why the two of you prefer it over everything else. it just feels nicer to kiss and touch. everything's softer, warmer, more welcoming and friendly, loving almost.

you reach for chris’s lips on instinct and a mere moment later he’s kissing you back with that chemical-y taste on his tongue. or the taste's in your own mouth, you can’t really tell anymore.

it’s stuffy and hot in the confined space of a small dressing room packed with five people but you can’t bring yourself to care. to make the heat less suffocating, you take off the first layer of your clothes, now only covered up with a cropped top that truly doesn’t hide much. you’re still hot, and it’s probably because you’re burning from the inside but the freedom of movement is nice, the clothes finally less annoying on your overly sensitive body.

the kiss lasts a while and time itself feels slower, thicker and less meaningful. the way your lips are moving against each other — it’s filthy and deep, all saliva and wet sounds that only make it more lewd. chris’s mouth is warm, welcoming and familiar. grounding after the deafening performance and the overwhelming vibrations of the drums.

“ew, guys, you might as well fuck right here or somethin',” seungmin interrupts with a grimace of utter disgust while sipping on his gin next to an already noticeably tipsy jeongin on a tiny sofa in the corner of the room.

it’s not unusual you’re intimate with chris in front of your members. if anything, they should be used to it by now because shameless kissing and butt slapping (that goes both ways) are just as regular in your routine as having breakfast. multiple times lix and seungmin gave you very telling glances after the two of you indulged in your sex life right on the tour bus, basically next to them since the only thing separating your bunk bed and theirs was a useless, definitely not soundproof curtain.

seungmin’s comment was meant to shame you and make you stop or at least slow the fuck down a little but, judging by chris’s daring grin, it had a polar opposite effect. you don’t think much of it, assuming boys being boys, winding each other up as they do, but chris’s implying gaze lingers, and you raise your eyebrows.

“what? no,” you shake your head in complete rejection of the idea, even though your body reacts to the thought immediately.

“why not, baby? they’ve already heard it, why not give them a show? maybe they can learn a thing or two,” chris laughs quietly and glances at seungmin, hinting that someone isn’t getting laid for a reason.

“oh, please, i’d rather watch flies fuck on my dinner plate than you two.” he huffs and rolls his eyes to hide the slight embarrassment, clearly regretting he’d said anything at all.

“that’s exactly your problem,” chris notes as he makes his way down to your collarbones and starts kissing and sucking on the exposed skin. you notice you’re barely breathing.

“i wouldn’t mind a show,” felix says quietly as he’s taking another hit, obviously less shy and more loosened up by now which makes you blink a few times with a little huh? to make sure you heard it right. your innocent, pure felix casually disclosing his voyeurism like that?

there’s too much going on, and you can’t concentrate on shit. especially not when chris is touching you the way he knows you like.

“are you for real? do you wanna-... ?” you address him looking down as he’s already nose deep in your tits, hands grabbing at your waist.

chris graces you with a confident nonchalant m-hm and looks up for a split second, pupils blown to the size of a coin, cheeks and lips flushed red from the high and the thrill, and it gives you all the reassurance you needed as you’re no longer forced to ignore the tingles in your lower stomach for the sake of decency or courtesy you and chris are clearly lacking.

“guys, no, i made a joke,” seungmin protests watching things unfold and almost jumps from his seat only to be met with a calm “then laugh, seungmo” out of chris’s mouth.

dirty.

he unbuckles his belt with no hesitation and manhandles you easily into the most reasonable position: bent over the table and almost pressed against a mirror, forced to not only watch yourself get railed but also observe everyone else’s reaction to the show.

you really don’t mind. everything kinda swims, your vision is overly saturated but blurrier than normal, you’re all feelings and needs. will probably be embarrassed about it tomorrow but tomorrow is yet to come, and what matters to you is now, and now only.

the ability to focus isn’t lost but certainly changed by your high. everything feels different yet the same. same arousal, same familiar hands on you, same wetness in your underwear but everything is heightened, narrowed into tunnel vision leaving every other distraction unnoticed and meaningless. you barely register that the members are looking at you, or rather, you do but it doesn’t make you shy or ashamed. it just makes you smug.

“hey, i’m not actually a baby, i’m of age, ‘kay?” jeongin objects as seungmin is trying to cover his eyes with his hand like a parent during a spicy scene in a movie the entire family is watching.

felix seems unbothered and pleased, staring with unmasked curiosity as chris is sliding your shorts down and undoes his own pants.

“you’re sick,” seungmin utters in defeat, falling back onto the couch and sighing. still watching, though.

chris caresses you and plays with your folds a little, takes his time with the foreplay, the performance; his other hand is pressing down onto your back to keep you pinned to the table. he looks good doing it. maneuvering you the way he likes, keeping you where he needs you, taking what’s his any time and place he pleases. felix shifts in his chair puffing out the smoke from his blunt, mesmerized by how easily control and leadership comes to his hyung. you feel the air of the room touching your bare skin, even your clit pulsates at the subtle sensation, already swollen and aching to be touched. chris lines himself up with your entrance and teases with his tip, barely moving and sliding in just an inch and back only to make you jerk your hips and ask him for more. through a mirror reflection he catches his members silent and frozen, eyes locked on him, on the two of you.

you lazily try to put yourself up on your elbows and look over your shoulder, hissing at chris:

“fucking move.”

he hums in response and gets a better grip on your ass to then force himself all the way in and kiss your cervix with the head of his leaky cock. it’s heavy and hot inside you, slippery, dripping precum. the sigh of relief leaves your mouth, and you lay back on your chest, relaxing into the table and giving the green light to pound into you as hard as he wants.

chris groans at your compliance and gives your asscheek a loud slap, thrusting deep and fast like he does when you’re having a quickie. the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, and the air feels electrified, completely reeking with the smell of sex in a matter of seconds.

jeongin watches in awe and doesn’t seem to notice that his mouth fell open, while seungmin nervously hides his face in his glass, even though his eyes are boring into the scene of chris’s dick taking ownership over your cunt. felix looks reserved and almost indifferent, the only thing giving him away is the hardening boner that is now beyond visible through the fabric of his jeans. he doesn’t seem to want to do anything about it, just enjoying the moment and relaxing after a long tiring gig. feels almost casual. as if it’s not the most outrageous and perverted thing ever to watch your leader fuck your bandmate close up.

although you're totally content with mindless pounding, besides, apparently, being an exhibitionist, chris is also a forever gentleman, so, seeing how fucked out and barely there you are, he decided to treat you to an orgasm and do all the work himself.

"see, seungmo? it's not enough to just put it in to get a girl cummin'. you gotta make some effort too," chris explains as if he's teaching a class and giving out a lecture, demonstrating and putting his theory to practice as he speaks. seungmin probably does know, he's watched porn and had hookups, he's a grown guy, but chris just can't help his desire to tease him further.

as soon as chris's skillful fingers find your clit and draw a wide circle you almost wake up, getting taken out of the hazy foggy high back into some sense of reality.

"there you go, baby," he whispers and nods, setting a nice pace harmonized with his own thrusts. he's done that numerous times, he knows how to work you just as well as he knows his own guitar. knows what string to pull and what chord to press to make that sweet sweet music.

"ngh-aah, fuck, 'm close," you mewl under your breath as your body is starting to tense up in anticipation. that's the music he enjoys.

the euphoric release hits in a matter of minutes, and chris follows right behind you, too worked up by the view and by the fact that his bandmates are still in the room to hold it off any longer. his hot sticky cum spills all over your ass, and it feels good. soothing almost. familiar.

as chris cleans you both with wet wipes and helps you up, making the two of you look decent again, if that's possible at all after what just happened, lix speaks up and utters a raspy "i need some air" before rushing out of the dressing room.

"you guys are fucking shameless," seungmin concludes and lightly taps on jeongin's jaw, signaling that it's about time to close his mouth now.

chris simply shrugs his shoulders and takes a seat on the other sofa, pulling you onto his lap and soothingly, calmingly rubbing the small of your back which pushes you further into a satisfied nap on his chest.

#bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader

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hanjisung-enjoyer · 1 month ago

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No offense but it really gets to me that mediocre writers like you get so much interaction on your fics just because you put porn in while writers who write better but prefer sfw get scraps. 1000s of notes on your fics and theres no plot except fucking.

Hi anon. I'm not entirely sure if this message was meant as rage bait or just poorly worded frustration, but I’ll respond in good faith.

I absolutely understand the challenge that SFW-only writers face in a fandom space that often leans heavily toward NSFW content. You're right that some of the most incredible, moving, and well-crafted stories are entirely SWF or lack smut/spice etc. And they absolutely deserve more visibility and recognition than they often receive. Total alignment there with you.

That said, you're being needlessly hostile and dismissive, both toward me and a large portion of this fandom. If your goal was to advocate for SFW creators, that point gets lost when it's wrapped in personal attacks and inaccurate assumptions (and opinions, tbh). Not that my work here in this fandom means anything in the grand scheme of things, but a majority of my own works are plot-driven, and I'd argue that world building is one of my strengths and is usually what I'm known for.

And you know what? That actually doesn't matter in this argument, because there is nothing inherently lesser about NSFW or PWP. They are valid, valuable, and meaningful forms of fandom content. Just because a story doesn’t align with your preferences doesn’t mean it lacks merit or shouldn’t be celebrated. So what I do in my writing actually doesn't even matter because whatever I decide to put out is creative and I had the balls and desire to do so, thus making it a valid piece of art.

Everyone is entitled to their taste, but belittling other creators (or me) is not only nasty work, it's pretty ugly of you to do.

I’d suggest taking a step back and thinking on if sending this ask was necessary. If the answer is yes, Hali is the specific source of my frustration and problem with this fandom, then block me. And then fuck yourself because I'm actually really nice.

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hanjisung-enjoyer · 2 months ago

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Silent Desire

Chris x fem!reader x Hyunjin

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI

Genre: friends to lovers(?)

Summary: You and Chris are very close. A friendship at the edge of something else. But then there's Hyunjin and his soft silent longing.

a/n: Craving Hyunchan...

You were curled up on the couch, legs tangled with Chris’s under a shared throw blanket. The warmth of Chris’s body pressed against yours and the steady rhythm of his breathing, were the only thing in your mind just then.

You’d been friends with Chris for years, the kind of friendship where the line had blurred long ago. Late-night studio sessions turned into sleepovers, and sleepovers turned into something more - something neither of you labeled but both of you craved. His apartment, shared with Hyunjin, was your second home at this point.

This morning, you were cuddled together, home after a late night out. You knew that Hyunjin was home, but the apartment was eerily quiet. Your voice was soft as you spoke, your heart flipping a little as Chris's hand rubbed circles on your hip where your shirt had ridden up. His eyes never left your face, drinking in every word you said.

Your hand, though, had a mind of its own. It started innocently as your fingers brushed over the hard planes of his abs, feeling the warmth of his skin under his black tank top. Chris was used to it, and it honestly didn't take his attention off your story.

Your touch drifted lower, teasing the waistband of his gray sweatpants, and then lower still, palming him lazily over the fabric. He was already half-hard, the outline of him pressing against your hand as you rubbed slow, firm circles.

A low hum rumbled in his throat, as you gripped him a little tighter.

“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and something else, his lips curving into a smirk.

“Good way to go, though, right?” You grinned, leaning closer until your nose brushed his.

He chuckled, and before he could respond, a soft gasp cut through the air.

You froze. So did Chris, before he turned to the source of the sound. The living room was still dark, so the only light came from the faint glow of the TV you’d left on mute.

Hyunjin stood in the hallway, his silhouette barely visible in the shadows. His oversized hoodie hung loosely on his frame, his eyes, wide and unblinking, were fixed on the two of you. He looked like he wanted to speak or move but couldn’t find the words.

“I…I didn’t mean to -” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. His gaze flickered down to where your hand still rested on Chris, and his cheeks flushed a deep pink, visible even in the dim light.

Chris shifted slightly, sitting up a bit but not pulling away from you.

“Hyunjin, it’s fine,” he said, voice calm. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Hyunjin shook his head, still rooted to the spot. His eyes darted to you, and there it was. That familiar spark you’d noticed before. Hyunjin had a crush on you, and he wasn’t very subtle about it. The way he blushed when you teased him, the way he lingered a little too long when you hugged him goodbye, and the way his voice softened when he said your name? Yeah, these things said it all.

He was adorable, with his shy smiles and sharp features, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it endearing.

But Chris was… Chris. Your anchor, your heat, your everything.

“Wanna join us?” you teased, your voice playful but with an edge that made Hyunjin’s breath catch. You didn’t move your hand from Chris, but you tilted your head, inviting him with a lazy smile.

Chris raised an eyebrow, glancing at you like he was trying to understand what's on your mind. But he didn’t object. He never did when you pushed boundaries. He just watched, waited - letting you lead.

Hyunjin hesitated, his fingers twisting the hem of his hoodie.

“I… I don’t know if I should…”

“Come on,” Chris said, his tone softer now, almost coaxing. He patted the cushion next to him, and something in his voice, how low and reassuring it sounded seemed to tip Hyunjin over the edge.

He shuffled forward, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, his posture stiff. You noticed the way his eyes kept flicking to you, to Chris, to the way your bodies were still pressed together. Hyunjin’s gaze lingered on you both, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“You okay, Jinnie?” you asked, your voice a little huskier now. You shifted slightly, turning to face him, your hand was now rubbing slow circles over Chris. And he let out a soft groan, his head tipping back against the couch, and you felt the way he hardened fully under your touch.

Hyunjin nodded, but his eyes betrayed him - dark, dilated, fixed on the scene in front of him.

“Y-yeah,” he whispered, but his voice cracked, and he shifted in his seat, clearly trying to hide how much you affected him.

Chris chuckled as he said, “He’s not as innocent as he looks. Bet he’s been thinking about this for a while.”

“Chris!” Hyunjin’s voice was a mix of embarrassment and protest, but he didn’t deny it. His cheeks were burning now, and he looked away, biting his lip.

“Is that true, Jinnie? You've been thinking about me?” You laughed softly, the sound low and teasing.

Hyunjin’s flustered silence was answer enough. His eyes met yours for a moment, and the raw need in them sent a shiver down your spine. You’d always thought he was cute, but this? His quiet intensity and the way he was trembling with nervous energy, had you craving him.

“C’mere,” you said again, softly, patting the spot right next to you. Chris’s hand was on your thigh, giving you a little squeeze, like a silent encouragement.

Hyunjin was by your side in a blink, close enough that you could feel his body heat. His knee brushed yours, and he froze, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you.

You reached out, cupping his cheek gently, your thumb brushing over his jaw.

“You’re so sweet,” you murmured, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, leaning into your touch like he was starving for it.

Chris shifted beside you, his lips brushing your ear.

“You’re gonna break him,” he whispered, but there was no jealousy in his voice. Just a dark, hungry edge that made your pulse race.

“Maybe I want to,” you whispered back, turning just enough to let Chris kiss you, slow and deep, your tongue sliding against his. He groaned into your mouth, his hand sliding under your shirt to grip your waist, pulling you closer.

Your hand didn't leave Hyunjin. Instead, your fingers trailed down his neck, feeling the way his pulse hammered under your touch.

When you pulled back from Chris, Hyunjin was watching, his lips parted, his breathing heavy. You leaned toward him, close enough that your lips were inches from his.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked, voice soft, almost a whisper.

He nodded so fast it was comical, and you closed the distance, kissing him gently at first. His lips were soft and hesitant, but when you deepened the kiss, he absolutely melted. A small whimper escaped him as he kissed you back desperately.

Your hand slid down his chest, feeling the lean muscle under his hoodie, and then lower, brushing over the front of his pajama pants.

He was so hard. Painfully so. And he gasped into your mouth, his hips bucking up into your touch. You stroked him gently, and Hyunjin’s head fell back, a soft moan spilling from his lips.

“Fuck,” Chris muttered, his voice rough as he watched you.

His hand slid between your thighs, finding you already wet through your thin sleep shorts, and his fingers moved over the fabric, making your breath hitch.

Hyunjin’s hands finally moved, one slipping under your shirt to caress your ribs, the other gripping your thigh tightly. Chris’s lips were on your neck, sucking lazily, his fingers slipping under your waistband and straight into your wetness, and you moaned, the sound muffled against Hyunjin’s lips.

“You’re so sensitive, Jinnie,” you murmured against his mouth, stroking him over his pants, feeling the way he trembled under your touch. “You like this?”

“Y-yes,” he gasped, his voice high and needy. “Please… don’t stop.”

Chris chuckled, his fingers curling inside you, making you arch against him.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” he said to Hyunjin, his voice teasing. “Drives me fucking crazy.”

Hyunjin could only nod, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched the way you moved between them. Your hands slipped under his hoodie, feeling his toned stomach under your fingers. Your eyes met, and he gulped, wetting his lips nervously.

You literally couldn't resist this man, and leaned down to kiss the skin just above his waistband, making him shudder. You tugged Hyunjin’s pants and boxers down just enough to free him.

He was gorgeous - flushed, leaking, and so, so eager. You stroked him slowly, your lips brushing the tip, and he cried out, his hands fisting the cushions.

The soft, desperate whimpers spilling from his lips were enough to melt you. You glanced up at him through your lashes, taking in the way his sharp features were softened by pleasure - eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed a deep pink. He was unravelling, and you hadn’t even started.

“Relax, Jinnie,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing as you stroked him slowly, your thumb circling the head. “Let me take care of you.”

He nodded, or tried to, but the moment your lips closed around him, warm and wet, his entire body jerked. A strangled moan tore from his throat, loud enough to echo in the quiet apartment, and his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. You hummed, the vibration making him shudder, and you took him slowly, savouring the way he felt. So hot, heavy, and so responsive.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin gasped, one hand flying to your hair, not pulling but just resting there, like he needed to anchor himself. “You’re - oh god-”

Behind you, Chris’s low chuckle sent a shiver down your spine. You felt him shift as he moved to kneel behind you. His hands, warm and strong, slid over your hips, tugging your shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion and it made you gasp around Hyunjin. He whimpered, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“Look at you,” Chris murmured, his voice rough with want as his hands squeezed your ass. “So fucking perfect, taking care of him like that.”

His fingers brushed between your legs, finding you soaked, and he groaned, low and primal.

“And so ready for me.”

You moaned, the sound muffled as you bobbed your head, taking Hyunjin deeper. The stretch of your lips around him, the way he pulsed against your tongue felt intoxicating. He was falling apart, his breaths coming faster, his moans turning into needy little cries.

“Please,” he begged, voice cracking. “I’m…fuck, I’m so close.”

“Not yet, Jinnie,” you said, pulling off just enough to speak, your hand still stroking him lazily. You flicked your tongue over the tip, and he whined, his whole body trembling.

Chris’s hand landed on your lower back, pushing you down slightly as he said, “You’re such a tease,”

And then you felt the pressure of him against you, hot and hard, making you gasp. He didn’t rush, though. He just teased you, sliding himself along your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal.

“Chris,” you breathed, your voice shaky as you braced one hand on Hyunjin’s thigh, the other still working him slowly. “Please.”

He didn’t make you wait. With one slow thrust, he filled you. You moaned at the gentle sting, as your body adjusted to the fullness. Hyunjin’s eyes snapped open, watching the way you arched, the way Chris’s hands gripped your hips, and his own hips twitched, chasing your mouth again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chris growled, his voice low and rough as he pulled back and thrust again, making your toes curl. His fingers dug into your skin, and he set a lazy rhythm, like he was savoring every second of being inside you.

You leaned forward, taking Hyunjin back into your mouth, and the combined sensation of Chris fucking you from behind, Hyunjin trembling under your tongue, pushed you to the edge real soon.

You sucked Hyunjin harder, your tongue swirling around him as you moved faster, matching the rhythm of Chris’s thrusts. Hyunjin was a mess now, his moans turning into broken sobs, his hips stuttering as he tried not to thrust too hard into your mouth.

“You’re gonna make him cry,” Chris said, his voice laced with dark amusement as he leaned over you, one hand sliding up your spine to grip your shoulder, pulling you back onto him harder. “Look at him, baby. He’s wrecked.”

You pulled off just enough to glance up at Hyunjin, and the sight nearly undid you. His face and neck were glistening with sweat, and his eyes were glassy. He looked like he was one breath away from falling apart completely,

“Want you to cum for me, baby,” you whispered, your voice hoarse as you stroked him, your lips brushing the tip. “Can you do that for me?”

He nodded frantically, his breath hitching, and you took him deep again, sucking hard as your hand worked what your mouth couldn’t reach. Chris’s thrusts grew sharper, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that made you clench around him. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tight coil building in your core, and you moaned around Hyunjin, the vibration pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck, I…I’m -” Hyunjin’s words cut off in a choked cry as he came, hot and sudden, spilling into your mouth. You swallowed what you could, letting the rest drip down your chin as you kept moving, taking it all from him. His body shook, his hands clutching your hair like a lifeline as he gasped for air.

Chris groaned, raw and possessive, as he watched you.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

His fingers pressed harder against you, and his thrusts grew rougher, as he chased his own release along with yours.

“So fucking good for us.”

You were close, your body trembling as Chris’s fingers and cock worked you in perfect sync. Hyunjin’s hands softened in your hair, his touch turning gentle, almost reverent, as he watched you, his eyes wide with awe. The contrast - the tenderness from Hyunjin, the raw intensity from Chris, sent you spiraling.

“Chris,” you gasped, your voice breaking as the coil snapped. Your orgasm hit hard, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you clenched around him. Chris cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering as he followed you, thrusting deep one last time as he came, filling you with a warmth that made you shudder.

For a moment, everything was quiet again. Just the sound of heavy breathing. Chris pulled out slowly, his hands gentle as he helped you sit up, tugging your panties and shorts back into place. Hyunjin was still slumped against the couch, his chest heaving as he stared at you with something like adoration.

“You okay, baby?” you asked him, and he leaned towards you to wipe your chin with his hand.

He nodded, as he whispered, “Yeah… yeah, I’m… wow.”

Chris laughed, as he pulled you against his chest, kissing the side of your head.

“Told you she’d break you,” he said to Hyunjin, but his eyes were on you, soft and loving.

You nestled into Chris’s warmth, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Hyunjin’s face.

“You’re so cute,” you teased, and he blushed, ducking his head.

The three of you stayed there, huddled together on the couch as the sunlight started to creep through the windows. No one said anything about what came next. Because for now, this was enough - the closeness and the quiet promise of more.

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hanjisung-enjoyer · 2 months ago

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♤—♤ Mini Dress Dilema ♤—♤

Genre: smut

Pairings: Bangchan x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader uses her boyfriends non-controlling preference over her clothing choices as an advantage to rile him up.

Warnings: teasing, cursing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink (used once), jeongin finds out.

Cosmos note: this idea was from my pookie @vampzity 🙂‍↕️

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Your reflection smiled back at you as you smoothed your hands over the fabric of your dress—tight-fitting, barely-there, and off-shoulder in a way you knew would push boundaries. The skirt flared ever so slightly when you twirled, bouncing against your thighs with each subtle movement. You looked good, and you knew it. But more importantly—you looked dangerous.

The soft click of the door behind you signaled Chan’s arrival.

He walked in, towel draped around his neck, damp hair falling into his eyes after a quick shower. “You almost ready, baby?” he asked casually, barely glancing up—until he did.

His eyes froze on you.

It was just a beat. Just one second. But that was enough. You caught it—his gaze flickering over your legs, the exposed skin, the tightness around your waist. He swallowed, and his jaw clenched for half a second before he looked back up with a faint smile. “You’re really wearing that tonight?”

You turned around slowly, lifting your hair off your neck like it was the most innocent act in the world. “Mhm. Is it too much?”

Chan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as his eyes narrowed in amusement. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said sweetly, grabbing your lip gloss and applying it slowly, dragging it across your bottom lip just to see if his gaze would drop. It did.

“I’m not gonna say a word,” he muttered, backing away toward the door. “But just so you know… if you’re trying to get a reaction out of me—” he smirked, “—you might end up getting more than you bargained for.”

You giggled as he left to his closet across the room, feeling victorious already.

You stayed in front of the mirror a little longer, adjusting your neckline, tugging the hem of your minidress down a fraction—though it didn’t help much. The dress was made to tease, and now that Chan had seen it, you couldn’t stop thinking about that tiny clench in his jaw. That subtle shift in his stance.

“Is it actually too much?” you finally asked, your voice softer as you turned to look at him through the mirror.

Chan, now at the closet, was half-dressed—black slacks hanging low on his hips, belt unbuckled, a plain white shirt hanging from his fingertips. He paused mid-buttoning and met your eyes through the mirror.

“You want the honest answer?” he asked, voice low, almost unreadable.

You blinked, nodding once.

He walked toward you, slow and deliberate, letting the silence linger until he was standing just behind you. One hand reached up to brush your hair gently to the side, baring your neck. His lips grazed the shell of your ear, voice just above a whisper.

“You look hot, baby. Like, so hot it’s gonna be hard for me not to lose it.”

His hand slid down your bare arm slowly. “But you already knew that when you put it on, didn’t you?”

You smirked, head tilting as a thrill ran down your spine. “Maybe.”

He chuckled, dark and low in his throat. “You know I love seeing you like this. Confident. Sexy.” His hands moved to rest on your waist, thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles into the fabric. “Wear it. Own it. But just know—if you keep pushing me tonight…”

He pressed a soft kiss behind your ear.

“I won’t be held responsible.”

Your breath hitched slightly, heart skipping as you tried to keep cool. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and maybe… between your legs too.

“…That a promise or a threat?” you whispered, half teasing.

Chan grinned, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Why not both?”

He pulled back with a wink, finally slipping his shirt on and beginning to button it casually, like he hadn’t just whispered threats against your composure. Like he wasn’t about to watch you drive him wild all night.

You watched him for a second longer—soft brown curls, that annoyingly unreadable calm on his face. You could play this game all night.

Let’s see who breaks first.

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The ride to the party was quiet—too quiet. Chan’s hand rested on your thigh the entire time, thumb brushing absentmindedly over your skin, but his eyes were trained on the road. Calm. Collected. Still so composed despite how your dress hiked up each time you shifted, despite how you didn’t bother to fix it.

When you arrived at the venue—a rented out loft with warm lights spilling through the windows and music thumping low—you knew it was time to start playing. Chan opened the car door for you like a gentleman, offering his hand as you stepped out, and you could practically feel his gaze skimming your thighs. Still, not a single word from him. Just that same maddening calm.

You greeted a few familiar faces at the door before the two of you stepped inside, where the rest of Stray Kids were already scattered around—some by the drinks, others lounging on the couches.

“Finally!” Jisung waved you over with a big grin. “Thought you two were gonna skip and do gross couple stuff.”

“We can still do that,” you teased lightly, and though it was meant to be playful, Chan’s hand briefly tightened on your waist before letting go.

You made your way into the room, letting Chan get pulled into a quick conversation with Felix and Changbin as you floated toward Minho and Seungmin.

“Y/N, that dress is illegal,” Minho said flatly, eyes dragging over the fabric before flicking back to yours.

You laughed, placing a light hand on his shoulder. “You think so? I was worried it wasn’t doing enough.”

Seungmin choked on his drink. “No, it’s doing plenty.”

You caught Chan’s eyes from across the room. He was watching. Of course he was. Expression unreadable, drink in hand, that damn calmness still plastered across his face.

Perfect.

You tilted your head at Minho, then leaned in just slightly. “Chan helped me pick it out,” you said sweetly, letting your fingers gently brush his arm before pulling away.

As you made your way toward the snack table, Jeongin popped up beside you, eyes wide as he took in the outfit. “Noona, you’re gonna make hyung go crazy.”

“Who, Chan?” you blinked innocently. “He doesn’t mind. Said I could wear whatever I wanted.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Chan start walking toward you. Slow, steady. And though he didn’t say anything, the way his eyes narrowed just slightly when you leaned over the table to grab a drink spoke volumes. You made sure to arch your back just enough. Nothing obscene—just suggestive.

Just enough.

He stopped beside you, leaning down to murmur into your ear, voice low. “Having fun, baby?”

You turned to him with a wide, innocent smile. “So much.”

“Mm.” He brought his drink to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. “Glad to hear it.”

Then he stepped away again.

Your chest tightened with heat. God, he was good. Too good.

You mingled a little more, this time striking up a conversation with Hyunjin. He complimented your look—of course he did—and you responded with a bright smile and a flirty, “You always know how to make a girl feel good.”

Across the room, Chan was now leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tense.

You kept your focus on Hyunjin, laughing softly at something he said, reaching out to brush invisible lint off his jacket sleeve. Nothing bold. Nothing too obvious. But you could feel the weight of Chan’s stare searing into your back.

And then—

“Y/N.” His voice cut through the music, deep and commanding.

You turned slowly, eyebrows raised. “Hm?”

He was already at your side, hand resting firmly on the small of your back. “Come with me.”

You blinked. “Where?”

He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and whispered,

“To the car… now.”

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The door shut with a deep thunk behind you, and before you could even fully sit back in your seat, Chan was already reaching across to click the lock. Silence settled in the car like a heavy fog—only the sound of your shallow breaths and the distant thump of bass from the party filling the space.

You glanced over at him cautiously.

His hands were still on the wheel. Eyes staring straight ahead.

Too calm.

Too quiet.

“Chan…?”

He finally turned his head, and his gaze was sharp. No smile. No teasing lilt in his voice.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” he asked lowly.

“I didn’t do anything—”

“Minho. Jeongin. Hyunjin.” He listed their names one by one, ticking them off on his fingers slowly. “All of them got a show. Bending over the table, touching their arms, giggling like they’re the ones making you blush.”

You swallowed hard.

“I just wanted to get your attention,” you murmured.

He scoffed quietly. “Princess, you had my attention the second you walked out in that dress.” He finally turned to you fully, leaning in until his nose brushed yours. “But now? You’re gonna have all of mine.”

You whimpered as his lips grazed your jaw, then your throat, then lower, his hand sliding up your thigh to push your dress higher and higher until the soft lace of your panties was fully exposed under the faint glow of the dashboard lights.

“I warned you about teasing me, didn’t I?” he said, fingers curling around the waistband.

“Y-Yeah.”

“And what did you do?”

“…Teased you.”

“Exactly.”

He didn’t hesitate. Two fingers pushed the fabric aside and pressed against your slit—already wet, already aching. He chuckled darkly.

“You were like this the whole party?” he taunted, lips brushing your ear. “Soaking wet while you flirted with my members?”

“Chan—” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers slipped in, knuckles deep, the stretch hitting all at once.

“No,” he said firmly, other hand gripping your chin to face him. “You’re gonna keep your eyes on me this time. You wanted my attention? You got it.”

He pumped his fingers slow at first, curling them just right—dragging across your sweet spot, pulling out halfway just to plunge back in harder. And faster. Each thrust came with a scolding kiss to your neck or a filthy whisper in your ear.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm? To get fucked in the car like a needy little brat?”

“Yes—yes, please, Chan—”

He smirked against your skin. “You sound so sweet when you’re desperate.”

Your legs were shaking, thighs quivering as you neared your high—but before you could say another word, your phone buzzed in the cupholder between you.

Chan’s fingers stilled.

You blinked, breath caught in your throat as he leaned over and read the caller ID.

“Jeongin.”

“Oh god,” you whimpered.

He grinned darkly, lifted his fingers away from you (with your slick glistening under the lights), and casually picked up the call with his clean hand.

“Yeah?”

There was a short pause. Jeongin’s voice filtered through the speaker—cheerful and oblivious. “Hyung! We were just wondering where you guys went. Everything okay?”

Chan’s tone was smooth. Way too smooth. “Yeah, we just had to grab something from the car.”

You covered your mouth with both hands, thighs pressing together, trying not to make a sound as your arousal dripped down your thighs.

“Oh, okay! We’re about to order some doordash, just text me if you want anything.”

“Will do. Thanks, Jeongin.”

Click.

The second the call ended, Chan dropped the phone back in the cupholder and turned to you slowly.

“You were gonna come without my permission,” he murmured. “Weren’t you?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Only a soft nod.

“That’s cute.” He leaned in, nudging his nose along your jaw. “Let’s fix that.”

Then he unbuckled his pants...

Chan’s hands were already back on you—ripping your panties fully aside this time, dragging his soaked fingers down your folds as he pulled his cock free with the other. Thick, flushed, twitching at the tip as he wrapped a hand around the base and hissed softly.

“You made me this hard from just watching you act like a little slut at a party,” he muttered. “You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over that damn counter.”

You whimpered, hips already lifting in search of friction. “Chan, please—”

“No. Say it right.”

“Please, daddy…”

That broke him.

He pushed your thighs wide open, lined himself up, and sank in slow. All the way until his hips pressed flush against you, letting you feel every inch stretching you open, filling you to the brim. You cried out softly, hands fisting his hoodie, head thrown back against the seat.

“Fuck,” he growled, burying his face into your neck. “You feel so good around me. Like you were made for this.”

His pace started hard—deep, rolling thrusts that made the entire car creak. The windows fogged fast, the leather seat squeaking underneath you both. The sound of skin slapping, your quiet moans, his sharp grunts—it was all too much.

“You like this?” he breathed, pounding into you even harder now. “This what you wanted, baby? To have all my fucking attention on you?”

Your answer was nothing but a wrecked gasp and nod, your legs tightening around his waist as your second high started building—white-hot and dizzying.

He knew. He felt it.

Chan kissed you hard—sloppy and deep—and whispered, “Cum for me. Let go.”

Your whole body shook as the orgasm hit, and he didn’t stop—just kept chasing his own, gripping your hips bruisingly tight until a long, broken groan left him and he came deep inside, hips jerking, spilling every drop into you.

He collapsed against you, both of you panting in the humid air of the car.

And then…

BZZZZZ.

Your phone buzzed again.

Chan reached over lazily, pressed answer on speaker, just as you were still catching your breath, his softening cock still inside you.

Jeongin’s voice chirped through again.

“Hyung? You think we can’t see your guys’ car rocking from the window?”

You choked on a gasp and hid your face in Chan’s shoulder.

Chan just grinned lazily, pulled out slow, and said, “Guess we’ll be in soon.”

Click.

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Matchmaking | [SKZ]

Where one of the boys sets up his friend with someone he's sure will be a perfect match with him. Except, he isn't basing that off your personality or looks...

Genre: Suggestive (18+) Pairing: OT8 x Afab!Reader Kinks Explored; Breeding (Chan), Thigh fucking (Minho), Muscle (Changbin), Hands (Hyunjin), Sub!Men (Jisung), Degradation (Felix), Pet Play (Seungmin), Spit (Jeongin)

General Premise: One of ___'s friends sets him up with someone he's sure he'll get along with well - purely based off the knowledge that they share similar kinks. He tells them to meet at a night club around 10 PM, and so ___ sits and waits for his blind date to show up.

Chan:

He's a little nervous just to be sitting in a nightclub by himself, but the moment you show up he feels as though his entire body relaxes.

You're polite, pretty, kind - You already have a drink which makes him feel a little better about having one of his own; Even if he's got that Asian Flush going on.

After a little discussion and conversation about why the two of you were set up - Chan ends up finding out that his friend set the two of you up because you also had a breeding kink.

Which is.. how he finds himself pushing up against you in the club bathroom, his hips grinding into yours from behind as he bends you down over the counter and flips up your dress.

He's groaning and sucking on his lip when he fucks into you, his pace not quite quick but harder than anything you've had before, his cock prodding at your walls and kissing your cervix every time he sinks all the way in.

"Mmn - 'm gonna fill that pretty pussy up, yeah? Gonna fill it up 'til you're all swollen and leaking.."

Minho:

He's not nervous but he's also not too highly interested in meeting up with some stranger because 'their kinks match up.'

Until he sees you, that is.

His eyes are instantly dropping to the hem of your little black dress, mouth falling open at the sight of your soft curves and the conversation short lived.

He's going to be honest with you about what he likes, what he wants.

That's how you two end up just kind of... doing shit in the middle of the club. You end up finding a room that's meant for private dances and making out on the leather couch together.

He lets you grind on his thigh first, encouraging you with soft words and resting his hands on your hips to guide you when you get tired of doing it on your own,

And then in return you let him fuck his cock up between your thighs; Your back to his chest, his arms laced tight around your waist to keep you flush to him while he fucked up against you.

"Oh my God," He whines, head dropping back against the couch as his jaw drops wide. "Oh fuck, you feel so good --"

Changbin:

He's.. a little shy. He's rubbing his hands together and smiling when he first meets you, a little hesitant with answering any questions because he's just - shy! He's also a little confused.

Turns out it's a kink you have and something he owns.

He figures it out when you crawl into his lap in the booth you sit at, your mouth attaching to his before falling down towards his throat and then finally - to his arms. He can feel you sucking hickies against his skin and that's when it clicks that you have a thing for muscle.

Changbin sits for a while and allows you to dote on him - kiss him, mark him, grind on him; And when the time comes that he grows impatient, he leads you out to the car and brings you into the backseat so the two of you can have some proper fun.

He ends up locking his arm around your neck, your cheeks squishing against his forearm and bicep as he pounds into you from behind and tucks his head down so he's breathing and moaning right into your ear. Your hands grab for stability on the door just in front of you but you know he won't let you topple in a hold like this.

"You're the perfect size for something like this. Might have to - mmn - come back for more sometime."

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin wastes no time in getting to the point when he meets you. He thinks you're attractive, knows you have something in common, and so he gets you into one of the private rooms as quick as he possibly can because he's tryna hit.

He knows you like his hands just from the way you've been ogling them since you showed up. When he tapped on the table, when he drank from his wine glass, when he pushed back his hair.

So he's quick to tease you with that. Gently guiding you closer by cupping your jaw, trailing his free hand over your waist, cradling the back of your head while you kiss.

He honestly loves having his hands on you because he loves seeing how much you react to his every touch.

Especially when he's dragging two fingers between your folds, pushing them in and curling them carefully to rub against that warm, gummy spot that makes you see stars. He has to bite his lip to keep himself grounding at the way you squirm and grind your hips down against his hand - He's going to come in his pants if he doesn't focus.

"Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?"

Jisung:

Jisung is so giggly because he's so nervous when he meets you. You are - drop dead gorgeous and he's so shy that he's tucking his hands down between his thighs, doing his best to hide the fact that he's already almost fully hard just at the way you talk to him.

Your tone is so smooth and demanding without being loud; Confident yet graceful and - you know you're hot shit. That's what turns him on the most.

He thinks you'll take him somewhere; Maybe make him strip for you, make him eat you out, make him get on his knees and beg for you to let him fuck you somehow. But you don't even leave the table before you're tormenting him.

He feels the toe of your heel press against his cock through his pants and he nearly jumps out of his skin, his mouth dropping right open when you roll your foot forward and your head tips to watch his reactions.

You're a little more bold than he expected you to be, but honestly... he isn't complaining; Especially not when you gesture for him to get under the table. Then, he's on a mission. And you best bet he's scrambling to get under the table and between your thighs.

Felix:

He's not nervous at all. In fact, he's pretty cocky considering he knows exactly what kink you share the second he sees you and the outfit you picked out. (He's scary good at reading people, apparently.)

He scoots close to sit next to you in the booth when you sit down, buys you a drink and gets one for himself, talks soooo smooth to you the entire time he's with you and even throws his arm over the back of the booth behind you.

"So you like being treated like a slut, I assume?" He quips, watching your eyes widen and a red dust over your cheeks. He leans closer, "Or.. are you actually just a slut who likes to be used?"

He doesn't do anything too sexual but he's still getting a feel for what you want from him right away, but he does tease you relentlessly the rest of the night.

Lays his hand on your thigh while you sit together, kneads the softness between ringed fingers, watches the way you get shy when he talks down to you and loves every second of it. And he's absolutely going to be getting your number so he can make you his personal whore the next time you two meet up. <3

Seungmin:

He doesn't want to assume anything too fast, but...

The way you wore a dog collar styled to match your outfit gives it all away.

What he doesn't expect is for you to take it off and put it on him when you two end up in a private room together at the back of the club. He sits on the bed as you fasten it around his neck before he looks up, eyes a little wide and puppy-like. You tug on his shirt to get him off the bed, telling him "Puppies don't belong on furniture, baby." as you make him kneel in front of you while you sit all content.

He's pretty much gone from there on out. He does everything you want him to; He doesn't hold back when he eats you out, his hands tucked down under his thighs because "puppies don't have hands, silly" and practically drooling all over your pussy because he just can't keep himself clean for the life of him.

Though when you do finally allow him to fuck you, he's just what you thought he'd be; Rutting into you quick and hard, barely even pulling out before he's pushing his cock back into your warm, wet walls and whimpering into your shoulder. He might also accidentally push your face down into the mattress, but.. it's an accident, he swears!

He's a good pup. <3

Jeongin:

He hasn't a clue what it is you're also into so after a bit of conversation he just asks you straight up for a list of your top kinks. He's a little surprised by some of what you say, though it does intrigue him -

And then you mention spit. You like people spitting on you, at you, in your mouth, on your pussy, on your ass and your face and all over your tits.

And Jeongin....

Oh, he can roll with that.

He's more than happy to get you into a corner deep into the club, his body all but shielding yours as his head tips down so he can kiss you and mark your neck as much as he possibly can before he dips lower. He keeps you shielded, broad shoulders hiding your form away from any wandering eyes as he tugs your top down and lets your tits spill out so he can spit on them and mark those up, too.

He pulls back up, demands you open your mouth, before he spits onto your tongue and tells you to swallow. He watches the way your face flushes heavy with blush at his demands, your eyes darting over his expression in a shy manner as he smirks.

"That's my good little whore."

Oops. Little bit of possession slipped in there, too.

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cw ; cnc, dd/lg elements but no actual age regression, daddy dom!chan, forced breeding, pet names: baby/girl, sweetheart ( 1.2k w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

there are few things in life chan loves more than coming home to you after a long day of work. you’re lying flat on your stomach on the carpet, a flurry of pens and paper around you. with a pleasant smile chan notices you’re wearing the clothes he picked out for you this morning: a soft blue knitted sweater, his favorite pleated skirt and white knee socks. one of your feet taps restlessly against your other ankle. if you’ve heard him enter the house, you don’t show it.

“hey, baby,” he kneels and rests a hand on your warm thigh, “daddy’s home.”

only a soft hum acknowledges his presence. on a regular day you’d have your arms wrapped around his neck by now. but today’s no regular day, and your lack of response has heat coiling in the pit of his stomach.

“whatcha reading, baby?”

you shift so he can see your book. the stuffed animal it was propped up against topples over, and chan picks him up. 'wolf chan', you'd called it. the toy had been a joke gift from changbin for his birthday, but you loved the gray plush so much he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it.

"my smart girl."

“thank you, daddy.”

the room falls quiet again bar the sound of rustling paper. chan slides his hand higher up your thigh, skims past the hem of your skirt to gently pry your legs apart.

“let daddy get a better look, sweetheart.”

he hovers behind you, leaning over your back to steal a glance over your shoulder. the front of his slacks presses against your ass, growing more strained at the contact.

the carpet surrounding you is covered in your notes and sketches.

“daddy’s little girl is so talented,” chan smiles, “i’m proud of you, baby.”

strong fingers splay out over your hip. your breath hitches when he grinds his bulge against your ass.

“w-what are you doing, daddy?”

“daddy just wants to be close to his little girl. don’t worry about it. go on, don’t let daddy stop you.”

one arm keeps you caged in, his body weight pressing you into the carpet. you smell so good: sweet and soft with hints of vanilla, and chan can’t wait to ruin you.

“that’s my good girl.”

he shifts and straddles the back of your thighs, flipping your skirt and making quick work of his belt and fly. he doesn’t even bother taking off his slacks, letting his hard cock slap against your ass.

you jolt, nearly tearing a page.

“daddy —”

“shht, daddy just wants to play with his little girl, okay?”

there’s no time to respond; chan pulls your panties to the side, pushing the fat head of his cock between your glistening folds. you’re already dripping for him — you've been wet ever since you discussed this scenario before he left for work this morning — but without prep he knows it’s going to be a big stretch.

“stop, no, daddy —” you attempt to push yourself up on your elbows, but he presses you down with a hand between your shoulder blades.

“we haven’t even started, baby. don’t you want to be good for daddy?”

you gasp when his tip catches on your fluttering hole. then he pushes through.

“h-hurts, ‘stoo big, daddy —”

you’re so fucking tight, and with every inch he forces inside he can feel another gush of wetness around his cock.

“i know baby, i know. you're so pretty, daddy couldn't control himself…"

you're whimpering, clenching around his cock, making it even harder for him to fit his full length in. slowly but surely he sinks in, ignoring your cries of protest.

"stop whining, baby. you can take it. aren't you my big girl?"

you moan when he finally bottoms out. he’s got you flush against the carpet — still straddling the back of your thighs, cock snug inside your warm cunt — and it makes it impossible to move. he knows how much it turns you on, this whole act, but it always surprises him how hard it makes him.

“say it. i want to hear it from you. say you’re daddy’s big girl.”

there's a beat of silence and he moves his hand to the back of your neck, applying a light but demanding pressure. he still hasn't moved his hips, feeling your walls flutter around him.

“i-i’m daddy’s big girl."

“that’s right, sweetheart. and you know what happens to big girls?”

you shake your head as best as you can with one side of your face against the carpet, and chan bends over so his mouth is right next to your ear.

“this.”

he pulls out and thrusts back in again in one smooth motion, forcing his cock deep enough to kiss your cervix. your eyes widen in shock and he clasps a hand over your mouth before you can protest, muffling your moans and gasps as he starts to grind into you.

chan knows it's got to hurt at least a little, fucking you rough and deep like this, but you're clenching so hard he couldn't pull out even if he wanted. he gets up on his feet so he's crouching over you. you're clawing at the carpet but he's stronger, dragging your hips up and holding them an iron grip. the way you let him manhandle you makes his head hazy and his cock throb.

"'s too much daddy, i can't…" your hands find wolf chan, pressing your face into the plush. tears and drool darken the gray fur.

"you can and you will," chan grits out between clenched teeth, trying not to lose composure, "and you better get used to this, baby. daddy's going to fuck this pussy every day."

your body goes slack as you let him use you, drifting away in that cloudy headspace as you feel your orgasm approaching fast. chan fucks you through it without his usual care, too focused on reaching his own peak.

you're writhing underneath him, overstimulated, the drag of his cock on the edge of becoming too painful — pleading for him to stop, to cum, anything.

"you're doing so well for daddy, sweetheart. it'll all be over soon," chan groans as the tell-tale signs of another orgasm wreck through your body — "daddy's going to fill up this pretty cunt. make you a mommy. don't you want to be a mommy, baby?"

"daddy no," you gasp, but it's too late. chan's spilling inside of you, forcing his cock impossibly deeper.

"oh sweetheart," he mocks, "you're supposed to say 'thank you'."

his jerking hips still, and he lets himself fall on his side, rolling you over with him. he kisses your shoulder and wraps his arms around you. it's difficult after such an intense scene, but he wills his breathing to slow down so you can match yours to the steady rise and fall of his chest.

"'s everything okay, baby? need me to get you something? water? a towel?"

"just hold me like this, for now." you snuggle deeper into his arms and sigh. "you were perfect."

"so were you." chan reaches around you and grabs wolf chan, giving you the fluffy wolf to hold. "my perfect little family," he smiles.

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🗂️ SKZOTEL: Guest Relations Masterlist Filed by: Concierge Aeryn Classification: Public Access – For Approved Guests & Voyeurs

Welcome to the official SKZotel Guest Relations Masterlist. Below you’ll find formal investigations, incident reports, and internal service memos pertaining to staff interactions with select guests. All documentation is archived for transparency, accountability, and... entertainment purposes.

Please remember: ✦ All guests involved have provided enthusiastic consent. ✦ All staff members remain under close supervision ✦ Any further concerns may be submitted directly to Concierge Aeryn.

📁 Case Files

➤ Case #001 – Room 706 / Front Desk Incident ✦ Involved Staff: Seungmin ✦ Requested: Formal Investigation + Internal Service Memo ✦ Filed by: Anonymous guest at Room 706

➤ Case #002 – GM Office/ Unauthorized Use of Executive Amenities ✦ Involved Staff: Bang Chan ✦ Requested: Custom Drabble + Internal Service Memo ✦ Filed by: Guest at Suite 801

➤ Case #003 – TBD ✦ Involved Staff: ✦ Requested: ✦ Filed by:

New entries added as investigations proceed. Thank you for choosing SKZotel.

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hanjisung-enjoyer · 2 months ago

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Chan is either getting the best pussy of his life.. or is the most chronically sex starved virgin to ever exist. There is absolutely no in-between.

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hanjisung-enjoyer · 2 months ago

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meow

( skz reaction ) condom or no condom .ᐟ

📂🖇️ who in skz likes to fuck with or without a condom

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, slight breeding kink with chan cause grrrr, humiliation kink, overstimulation, small size kink with seungmin (his dick is too big for you cause i said so) creampies 🗣️🗣️🗣️ note: got super carried away and this is kinda dog but let’s gooooo

방찬. BANG CHAN

condom. he already has seven other kids he doesn’t need one more. mainly uses them cause he can’t be trusted when he swears he’ll pull out and cum on your stomach or tits instead. the faster his orgasm is to approaching the less he’s able to think about what he’s actually doing, every single coherent voice inside of him screaming for him to pull out is ignored as his cock fucks into you deep and sloppy - the promise of finally filling you up until his cum is spilling out past your little hole just makes it far too appealing to stay buried inside of your tight pussy, determined to leave you a sticky used mess once he’s done. hates himself for it but his breeding kink is dangerous, this man has to battle himself everyday to not fuck you until you’re full and pregnant, so convincing him to ditch the condoms will take some work. beg cutely enough and he’ll give in. swears he’s only doing it to shut you up but the second he sinks his bare cock into you he’s losing every lousy ounce of self-control he might’ve had, mouth drying up and eyes trained on the way your cunt struggles to take him. and he can feel every single nook and cranny of your plush cunt in ways the condom just doesn’t allow and he just can’t find it in himself to rid himself of the pleasure of finally filling you up the way you so desperately crave. he can normally hold his orgasm out for a few good rounds, ensuring you’re completely fucked out when he finally does cum - but the first time you go without protection he’s busting inside of you within minutes. always buys you the morning after pill though and apologises for cumming inside of you, trying to ignore how good it felt to fuck your pretty pussy with no barrier.

리노. LEE MINHO

no condom. when he cums, he cums hard. so wearing a condom just makes no sense to him and he’ll just end up ripping it off mid fuck, filling you up over and over until it’s leaking out of you, cussing under his breath that he should’ve fucked that stupid thought out of you for even suggesting to wear one in the first place. prefers having you on some type of brith control instead cause with the amount of cum this guys feeds into your pussy a condom isn’t gonna do shit. he’ll wear them when you first start dating just cause he wants to make sure you feel safe and comfortable with him but the second he catches wind you like it RAW?? he’s taking a lighter to every single condom he’s ever owned, in the trash, never to be seen again. and anytime you try to suggest using them again he’ll act so fucking offended, knowing fine rightly how much you love receiving the loads of cum he gives your greedy little pussy to even humour the idea. far too addicted to the feeling of filling you up over and over until your pussy is left all creamy and sticky and you’re crying that you can’t take anymore to ever think about going back, especially not when he’s felt the addicting press of your cunt smothering his dick and milking him for all he’s got, he couldn’t even fathom the thought of wearing them again.

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

both. he’ll always try to remember one but gets such a bad case of pussy tunnel vision that most of the time he’ll forget about the stash he keeps in his bedside drawer. tries to keep one on him cause the amount of times you’ve found yourself getting fucked in some random empty supply cupboard or bent over his studio desk have been too many to count cause this man can’t keep his dick in his pants for the life of him, only realising he doesn’t have one when it’s far too late and he’s already painted your pretty pussy sticky with his cum. he’s far too impatient and just can’t ignore the feeling of needing to get his dick wet no matter how hard he tries, somehow always manages to convince you to let him fuck you raw when he doesn’t have a condom, swearing he’ll pull out but he wasn’t prepared for how much he’d love filling your little cunt up again and again until you just can’t take anymore of him. hates the part of him that gets off on seeing you stained and dripping in cum, and might even start telling you he ‘forgot’ to buy more while he was at the store - just to have the sight of your cute cunt all used and spilling over marked into his brain.

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

no condom. nothing gets him off like fucking you with no condom. he loves the risk of it all and the fact that he can turn you into a pretty mess with just a few pumps of his dick. loves fucking you raw so much that he’ll have videos saved on his phone of his cock stretching you out - soft praises of, ‘taking me so well angel,’ hardly audible over the sloppy sounds of his cock pumping into your pussy. needs to be as close to you as humanly possible so wrapping a piece of rubber around his dick to devoid himself of the heavenly feeling of your cunt suffocating around him just makes no sense. completely loses himself in the heat of your pussy, locks his jaw and rests his forehead on your shoulder when he’s fucking into you - just so he doesn’t lose all sense of sanity just from the mere feeling of your cunt milking him for all he’s got, and he’s prepared to give you it all. in the early stages of your relationship he’ll try to at least pull out for your sake, but the more he did the more he noticed your thighs locking around his hips to keep his dick firmly planted inside of you, forcing him to empty his loads into your greedy cunt and he just has to thank whatever god there is out there for blessing him with a girl that’s as eager for his cum much as you are.

한. HAN JISUNG

condom but he forgets half the time. jisung gets so pussy drunk so quickly that protection will be the last thing on his mind, especially when he gets the chance to finally bury himself deep into his favourite place - your pussy. he likes the idea of being safe and protected but his hunger for your pretty little cunt to be wrapped around his cock any chance he can get just stands in the way of actually doing so. it’ll get to the point where you’ll have to carry them instead cause this man is prepared to fuck you nearly everywhere you go, doesn’t matter if you’re in public or not, he’s gonna beg to have your sweet walls wrapping around him near daily. if you actually do make him wear them it won’t last for long, he’ll whine and beg and near damn cry cause it’s just not the same :( and you have him so pussy spoiled that he might actually get blue balled all thanks to the rubber separating you both, might even pull out and take it off just when he’s fucked you dumb enough that you won’t notice, slipping back in and near sobbing the second your pussy swallows him up again, every raw twitch and spasm making his dick swell up even more. likes making a mess of you far too much to commit to condoms so they’ll become an increasingly rare occurrence in your relationship.

필릭스. LEE FELIX

condom. as much as he wants to he’s just far too paranoid about accidentally knocking you up to actually fuck you raw. also likes knowing you feel comfortable during sex and as appealing as thought of making your pussy all creamy with his cum is, he’d be a worried mess afterwards. makes sure he always has one in his wallet, cause with the amount you beg this man for his dick he’d rather be safe than sorry. even when you’re being all needy and he’s teased you to a state of being completely fucked out, whining about how much you need him to fuck you when the heavy weight of his cock bumping against your clit just isn’t enough - he’ll still find the will to ignore the painful swell of his dick to pull away and go grab a condom, chuckling and kissing away the cute pout of disappointment that sits on your lips when your hope of having him fuck you raw was once again shattered. tells you to stop being so goddamn ungrateful and take what he gives you :( with or without a condom this man KNOWS how to work his dick so he’ll fuck you stupid no matter what. the further you get into your relationship the more willing he’d be to finally ditch the condoms, but the second he slips into you with no rubber for the first time is the second he loses every ounce of control - fucking into you like an animal and suddenly your sweet, doting felix is gone and is now fucking you deeper and harder than he ever has before, wondering how he’s went all this time without the feeling of fucking you raw.

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN

no condom. this man will laugh straight in your face if you ever try to make him wear one. he knows fine rightly how greedy you are for his cum so he won’t take you seriously at all, fully arguing that a pussy as cute as yours shouldn’t be left all empty and sad without a cock in it and would look much, much prettier if it was dripping in cum. and he’s more than happy to be the one covering your little cunt in it. anytime you try to suggest using a condom he’ll make sure you regret it, forcing you to sit on his dick and fuck yourself over and over until that stupid thought was completely rid out of your pretty little head - pumping load after load into your pussy until it’s left all messy and sticky and begging for a break. loves reminding you how much you’d miss the feeling of his cock filling you up if he actually used one and deep down you hate that he’s right. sometimes he gets a little carried away cause the sight of you covered in his cum just goes straight to his dick, likes fucking you in public and making you walk around after with his cum dribbling down your thighs, knowing if you bent over just a little everyone around would get an eyeful of your cute ass painted in it peaking out from under your tiny skirt. and he’ll just have to fuck another load into you later that night from the thought alone. his cock is too big for you, and he gets such a nasty kick out of this fact, watching the way his cum from earlier that day trickles out of your pussy when he’s fucking you - only for him to push it back in with his cock and force you to take even more of it. loves seeing his cum drip to of your used cunt when he’s done and no amount of condoms is gonna take that away from him.

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

condom, but he’s easily persuaded to ditch it. jeongin is just there for a good time and as long as he gets his dick wet he doesn’t really care. he’ll always have one in his wallet just in case but the second he gets a taste of your pretty pussy he’s only able to think with his cock and completely forgets the concept of protection. this man needs you almost every hour of the day and most of the of the time wrapping a condom on his dick is the last thing on his mind, he’d much rather it be your pussy instead. can’t think straight when he’s turned on and the only fix is you. you’ll literally have to pry him off you when he’s this eager, lips chasing after you with a small whine of protest when you pull away from him in the backseat of the company car he’s somehow managed to squeeze you into after the rest of the boys and managers were busy setting up for rehearsal, trying to get him to focus long enough to grab a condom but he’s just too busy rubbing the fat head of his cock into your cunt. he’ll be so pouty when you stop him again, ‘forgetting something jeongin?’ and he’s just like, ‘uhhh, no? i remembered to turn my computer off this time,’ and just gets right back into trying to stick his dick into you finally. only realises he forgot a condom when he’s already fucked a load into you, letting out a small sigh of relief once he pulls his softening cock from your used pussy, watching the way his cum follows and dribbles out past your folds. but he can’t find it in himself to care cause you’ve never looked prettier. always helps you clean up after though :(

#LORDDDDDDDDD HAVE MERCY

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hanjisung-enjoyer · 3 months ago

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There's Always a Cat at a House Party

Lee Minho x Reader

summary: You've got a goal tonight - find a stranger to make out with to get over this stupid little crush you have on your roommate. You'll fail. Hard. /// word count: 6k /// genre: smut, fluff, roommates to lovers /// warnings: sloppy makeouts, cunnilingus, spanking /// a/n: grad school has been kicking my ass so I've been a lot more MIA than I've wanted to be. enjoy this little (6k) smut I wrote to experience a single drop of dopamine in all the chaos. I don't normally write Minho, so I hope I did him justice! Maybe I'll even make a part 2 to this.

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

18+ content beyond the cut MDNI!

You

“Minho, have you seen my black platform heels? The velvet ones with the little ankle strap?” you shout from the bathroom.

“No,” your roommate replies. “Aren’t they in your closet?”

“Could you check for me?”

The hairdryer you’re using is on full blast as you set your curls, so you don’t hear his lazy groan as he gets up from where he’s sitting. You’re getting ready to go out to a house party with Minho, and you’re on a mission this evening.

Step One: Look as alluring as possible, so you want your hair to be perfect.

Minho’s head peeks around the door frame, holding your favorite pair of fuck-me-heels in his hand.

“Are these the ones you’re looking for?” he asks.

He looks like he’s already ready to go - he’s wearing a casual but clean-cut outfit, all black with some silver jewelry. His skin always looks dewy and perfect, and tonight is no exception. Your eyes linger just a second longer than you’d like to admit to yourself.

Quickly turning back to your task at hand, you shake yourself out the small moment of awe he seems to slap you in the face with all the time. You can’t look at your friend like that, it wouldn’t be fair to him. In fact, that’s the exact reason you’re going out tonight.

Step Two: Don’t get distracted by your hot roommate you've had an unrequited crush on for a few months.

Minho and you have been living together for over a year now. It’s been wonderful, you both seem to work so well together. Ever since you’ve met, it’s been so easy to exist around each other. You both have the same social battery, he loves to annoy you and you love to annoy him right back. It’s pretty equal between the two of you since you both enjoy taking care of one another.

That’s why you feel so guilty about this little attraction that gnaws on your heart. You’re supposed to be friends - platonic, cohabitating friends. Nothing more. If you said anything or made the wrong move, it could fuck up your entire living situation, and one of the best friendships you’ve developed in your adult life.

Step Three: Get over this stupid little crush and move on.

You shut off the hairdryer, taking one last look in the mirror to make sure your curls are set before you get the rest of your outfit together.

“Yep, those are the ones!” you say, taking them from his hand. His hand connects with yours for a brief moment, sending a little flash of heat through your body. You’ve really got to get over this crush, especially if a silly little brush of his hand is driving you mad. You mentally smack yourself, and pull yourself together.

“Come hang out with me while I finish up.”

“We’ll never make it in time,” Minho says, rolling his eyes. But there’s a smirk on his face. “What will the boys say?”

“It’s a Han House Party, who cares when we show up!” you say, grabbing his wrist and dragging him towards your bedroom.

Rummaging through your closet, you pick out a few pieces that you think will work. Everything you choose is revealing but not outside of your comfort zone. You hold up a leather mini skirt and a pair of shorts that leave little to the imagination. Turning to Minho, you hold them up.

“Which one?”

His eyebrows shoot up, a look of surprise quickly morphing into one of concentration. He stares at you from where he’s laying on your bed.

“So we’re just really putting it out there this evening, huh?”

“Oh, don’t be so judgy,” you say. “I have a goal tonight and dressing like a nun won’t help.”

“I don’t know, I bet dressing like a nun will definitely get you some attention,” he chuckles.

“Be serious! Which one?”

He looks back and forth between the skirt and the shorts.

“The leather one. I like it better.”

You look down at it and nod, envisioning the outfit you’re putting together. It’ll be the perfect amount of slutty for the evening. Minho interrupts your train of thought as you start grabbing fishnets, a lace top, and a strappy chest harness.

“Why are you pulling out the big guns for tonight?”

“Minho… it’s been AGES since I’ve gotten any action,” you whine, pouting in his direction. “My dating life has been drier than the Sahara for almost a year now.”

“So, what? Your plan is to go to some party with other random strangers and use the ‘do you want to come see my cat’ pick up line?”

“The what?” you giggle.

”It’s a pick up line they’re using these days. Like ‘come back to my place, I’ve got a cat’ to get someone into bed. You know, how a year ago they were saying eating ramen was a way to ask someone to fuck.” He says with a yawn as he stretches out on your bed.

“As if,” you scoff. “I would never use Soonie, Doongie, and Dori like that! Besides, it’s not necessarily a hookup I’m looking for tonight.”

“What are you looking for?” his tone shifts, as if he’s putting an intense spotlight on you. You sigh, turning away from him towards the mirror to hold up the clothes you picked out.

“It’s been so long since I’ve kissed anyone. Like really kissed someone. Slow, passionate, a little messy. The kind where you can lose hours in that moment with another person. I miss it. The last few flings I had seemed like they weren’t as interested in that, always trying to rush into sex before I’m warmed up,” you murmur, your gaze dropping to your feet, feeling your face heat up. “It makes me feel like no one wants to spend time making out anymore.”

The room is silent for a moment and it makes you feel so exposed. You’re about to try to laugh it off when your eyes meet Minho’s in the mirror. The look he gives you is heavy, as if his eyes are holding you in place. You watch as his jaw clenches, the muscle twitching slightly with the strain. And just as quickly as you notice it, his features relax, going back to that lazy expression.

“I’m sure there are many people who would jump at the opportunity to kiss you like that,” he says slowly, eyes glued to his phone now.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Name a single person who wants that.”

The room is filled with that same heavy silence again.

“Exactly. So, that’s what I’m on the hunt for tonight,” you say, pulling out your makeup bag. “Just a random makeout with some stranger who I never have to see again.”

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Minho

He had almost fucked up, blown his cover, let the cat out of the bag - whatever you want to call it, he had almost ruined everything in that moment. You are driving him insane. This was the closest he’s gotten to telling you how he feels. The way you’re talking about kissing someone else, finding some stranger to share a moment like that with, filled him with the sick, possessive feeling he’s had about you since you met.

Minho knows you don’t feel that way about him. The two of you have lived together for over a year, sharing a living space, bedroom walls separated by only the bathroom. He hates the part of himself that feels entitled to you, it’s not right. But he can’t stop. Minho would do anything to make sure he could hear you humming in the mornings while you shower, even if that means keeping his attraction to you a secret that burns him up inside.

He’s got a good poker face, he knows it. You haven’t noticed that for the past year he seems to stare daggers at any person that comes within 20 feet of you with that look on their face, silently making them run off. But he felt it slip for a moment tonight while he thought of you in that leather skirt with someone else's hands on your thigh.

By the time you’re ready to go, he has his mask of indifference fully in place again. He says goodbye to the cats and you both head over to Jisung’s place.

Minho has to keep his eyes on the road. He has to avoid looking at you since you walked out of your room in the outfit you meticulously put together. He’s never seen you dress like this before. In fact, he’d probably drive the car off the road if he gets distracted by your fishnets again. You’re wearing some kind of bralette that puts your breasts on display under a sheer black lace top, your legs in fishnets and the tight skirt that he picked out barely covering your ass, and those heels. Those fucking heels. All he could think about is grabbing onto them as he fucked you into his mattress.

After hearing you talk about the way you wanted to be kissed, the images barraged him like cannonfire. He wants to make you whimper into his mouth. He wants to grab onto your ass while you rut against him until you are panting his name.He wants to taste you. He wants to be the one to make a mess of you. He wants to claim you and never hear you talk about another person ever again.

But he can’t. He knows he’s too intense.

It would be unfair to you. You’ve never given him any indication that you return his feelings, so he keeps them simmering away but hidden from you.

So he couldn’t look at you on the drive. He could barely look at you when he opened the door for you when you arrived. He could tell his nonchalant act was coming off a little strong by the way you detached from his side the minute you entered the house. Winding his way through the crowd of bodies, he made his way to the cooler to grab himself a drink.

He watched as you found Felix, one of your mutual friends. He was safe from Minho’s glare since he knew Felix was not available. But Minho kept his eyes on you from afar, watching the people you would chat with, seeing the ones you’d get a little too flirty with. It made his blood boil.

“Careful now,” a voice came from his left suddenly. “She’ll think you’re mad at her.”

Jisung appeared next to him, distracting him from the raw hunger that was bubbling away in his chest.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Minho sniffed, trying to avoid the topic.

“Please,” Jisung gave him an exasperated look. “Don’t act like I wouldn’t know that face.”

“What face?”

“That face you make when you’re about to rip the throat out of whoever gets within 10 ft of Y/n.”

“I don’t make a face.”

“Liar!” Jisung laughed. “Have you told her?”

“Told her what?” He narrows his eyes at his friend. Jisung knows him better than anyone in the world, so it’s especially annoying to be dissected like this while sitting on a couch nursing a shitty beer.

“Have you told her that you’re desperately in love with her?”

Minho chokes on his drink, coughing hard.

“See?” Jisung says, sticking his chin out as he chides Minho. “If you weren’t into Y/n, why’d you spit out half your drink onto my carpet?”

Minho stands up suddenly.

“Where’s the cat?”

“What?” Jisung asks, a confused frown on his face.

“The cat, there’s always a cat at parties like this,” Minho says. “In some room, hiding under some bed, there’s always a cat.”

“Weird that you know that, but yeah, my roommate has a cat,” Jisung says cautiously. “She’s in the guest bedroom.”

“Great. See you,” Minho says as he turns and walks down the hallway to find the guest bedroom.

“Minho, where are you going?” Jisung calls after him.

“To hang out with the cat in the quiet!”

~~~

You

Has everyone always been this boring?

Your mission this evening was starting to fall apart before your eyes. Every single time you tried to find someone you thought you could spend a few hours with, there was always something that turned you off.

One guy in the kitchen was fun to flirt with at first, telling you about his job at some school, working in one of the biology labs. But he started drinking way too heavily, like he was racing head first into a blackout.

Yuck.

One girl you were chatting with on the couch was going back and forth with you about a tv show you had recently finished. There was genuine banter for a while, until you noticed that every time you made a clever joke, she’d say “wow, that’s actually funny!” in a very condescending tone.

Next!

There was one person you thought you were really starting to connect with, swapping stories about your views on the local music scene. But then they started talking about aliens, as if the aliens were hiding amongst the crowd around you.

Nope.

You sigh, tossing the rest of the drink you had barely touched into the sink. It’s been a couple of hours since you got here and you’re nowhere closer to your goal than you were when you arrived. If you couldn’t have a fun time chatting with someone, you know you’d have an even worse time kissing them. Deep down, you know you were just trying to find a band aid solution while you waited for this stupid crush on Minho to go away. He’s the only one you actually wanted to tangle yourself up with until the sun rose.

While your mind drifts to thoughts of your roommate, you realize you haven’t seen him all night. Where is he? You scan the living room, catching Jisung’s eye.

“He’s with the cat!” he shouts across the room.

“What?”

“He’s hanging with the cat. Guest bedroom! Down the hall all the way and to the left!”

You give him a thumbs up and decide to go find your favorite little introvert. When you get to the door, it’s closed with a sticky note that says “Keep the door closed! Cat inside!” Not wanting to spook either the cat or Minho, you knock softly.

You hear someone quietly curse, followed by, “Come in.”

You gently open the door. Minho is sitting on the floor in front of a couch. The cat is nowhere to be seen.

“Close the door behind you!” He whisper-shouts at you. “I don’t know if she’ll bolt or not.”

You shut the door behind you gently, locking it for good measure. “Where is the little fur baby?”

“When you knocked on the door, she ran behind the TV again. You can see her if you lean down.”

You bend over, seeing a pair of glowing eyes in the back right corner of the shelf that the TV sits on. The breeze you feel on the backs of your thighs makes you aware of how short your leather skirt is and you hastily stand back up. You smooth your skirt down before you sit on the couch next to Minho.

“Why are you hiding in here with the cat?”

Minho looks down at his hands. “I don’t know, it was just a little too much out there for me.”

“Poor baby kitty, so overstimulated you have to find the only other cat at the party,” you say, patting him on the head. He huffs out a laugh, swatting your hand away. He stands and slumps into the couch next to you, his knee lightly brushing your thigh.

“So,” he starts, leaning back against the cushions. “How’s it going out there? Anyone want to go home to see your cat?”

You playfully shove his shoulder with a laugh. But you sit there, letting silence fall again.

“No,” you murmur, looking down at your hands. “I’ve discovered that everyone kinda sucks.”

“I could’ve told you that,” he says, looking over at you, a small smile playing at the side of his mouth. “No one has caught your eye?”

“Well… no. I guess not.”

Minho frowns. The tone of your voice is tinged with sadness and he shifts closer to you.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…” you start, wringing your hands together slightly. “I never expected to be this picky. Like if I can’t have a conversation with someone, I definitely can’t get physical with them. I need to know I vibe with a person so I can trust them with something more.”

You can’t look directly at him, he’s too observant. Minho can read you in an instant. He seems to know what you need before you do. When you come home from a rough day at work, he can tell by the sound of your footsteps, and often greets you with a snack. You’re afraid that if you looked at him now with his dark eyes, he’d know about the feelings for him you’re trying to bury deep down inside yourself.

“I understand that,” he says. “You want someone who knows how to make you feel safe.”

“Right, and it seems that everyone I talked to tonight had something wrong with them,” you say. You feel Minho shift even closer to you, you can feel the warmth of his body next to you. “It shouldn’t be this hard to find someone to kiss.”

There’s that strange heavy silence again sitting between the two of you. Minho opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but then snaps it shut. He takes a deep breath. He gently grabs your fingers, fiddling with them in his hands.

“I’ll kiss you,” he nearly whispers. “I mean, if you want…”

You look over at him with a frown.

“Don’t make fun of me right now.”

“I’m not! I’ll kiss you.”

“I don’t want a pity kiss!”

“It’s not that! I... I think it would be nice. To… y’know… kiss you.”

You search his eyes for any hint of a joke. All you find is a dark pair of eyes looking back at you deeply, glittering in the low light. There’s a little edge of anxiety on his face. When did this couch get so small? You can feel your heart hammering in your throat.

“Won’t it make things weird?”

“It’ll only be weird if we make it weird,” he says, moving closer to you, eyes flicking down to your lips mere inches away. “So let’s promise it won’t get weird.”

“Okay,” you breathe. “I promise.”

“Me too,” he says, his eyes staring at your mouth as he delicately wets his bottom lip with his tongue.

He leans into you slowly, like he’s giving you every chance to change your mind.

Then his lips meet yours.

It’s so soft you could cry. The kiss is gentle and sweet with a small hint of apprehension, like you’re waiting for him to reveal the grand prank he’s pulling on you. But instead, his lips glide against yours tenderly. He presses small, slow kisses on your mouth, like he’s testing the waters by taking small sips, even if he’s dying of thirst. Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, running your hand across his sharp cheekbone. His head tilts, leaning into your touch, as he pulls back slightly with a sigh.

“Is this okay?” he whispers against your lips.

Biting your lip, you nod with your eyes still closed. You’re worried that if you say something, the little bubble of magic in this moment will pop, and he’ll come to his senses and reject you, realizing his mistake. The worry starts to churn in your belly. His hand finds your chin, coaxing you slowly to lift your eyes and meet his gaze.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks, searching your eyes. There is only warmth in the way he looks at you. It almost makes you feel silly being so anxious. Even if he doesn’t return your feelings, you know for certain that you’re safe with him. All of your anxiety melts away, leaving only the ache of desire in your chest.

“Yes,” you breathe against him, and pull him towards you again. “Please.”

This time, when your lips meet, you feel that spark of heat between the two of you. Your fingers find the collar of his shirt, pulling him in closer. This time, there’s more push and pull, flowing back and forth gently between you. One of his hands rests on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing over the spot just below your ear.

Your lips part as you whimper. Minho’s tongue softly runs along your bottom lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss. He wants to move at your pace, letting you control the speed. You surge forward, leaning over as his fingers curl in your hair. He tastes sweet on your tongue as you tangle up in one another.

Heat envelops you, the sound of your breath filling the air. You feel electrified, like there’s a live wire in your chest strong enough to power an entire city. The way your tongues move against one another, exploring each other's mouths, discovering the way the other person likes being touched.

“I need-” you start, pulling away to catch your breath. Minho’s dark eyes find yours.

“What do you need?” he murmurs as his thumb caresses your jawline.

“I need to be closer,” you say, kneeling on the couch, kicking a leg over his lap to straddle him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, gritting his teeth. “I want to touch you. Can I touch you?”

His words wash over you, a warm affection swirling together with the heady lust that’s consuming you.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Touch me. Everywhere.”

The last word tumbles from your lips with a moan as his hands splay on your lower back, dragging your body close to his as you descend onto him again.

~~~

Minho

Minho can’t believe how soft and pliant you are. In all his fantasies, he had never imagined the breathy little noises you’d make as he held your face, or how easily you’d respond to the silent suggestion from his hands on your hips. He would push and you’d move, he’d pull and you’d follow, like he was leading you in a ballroom dance.

He certainly didn’t expect how his heart would clench as you moan into his mouth when his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. The tremor that shakes through you makes all the blood rush from his head straight to his cock. Sure, he has touched you platonically before, you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder once or twice during a movie night. He denied himself anything further, holding all of his feelings for you behind a brick wall in his chest. But tonight, you broke through all of those barriers. Minho is learning a new side of you as he runs his hands over the outline of your body, trying to memorize it.

Time seems to stop as he gets lost in you, pouring all his unspoken feelings and arousal into you slowly. If this is his only chance to have his hands on you, then he will savor every second of it. The room around the two of you fades into nothingness as he pulls you closer, wanting no space between your bodies.

Minho would never rush you, regardless of how turned on he is. You said you just wanted a night of kissing and he could give that to you. He just has to ignore the pulsing of his cock in his jeans.

He does indulge a little though. When you straddled his lap, your leather skirt bunched up around your hips. He runs his hands over your fishnet covered thighs, sliding his fingers under the hem of your skirt to push it a little higher.

His hands snake around to grab onto your ass, trying hard not to dig into the soft skin. Your head drops forward onto his shoulder with a moan as you arch your back, pressing yourself further into his grasp. He’s always loved your ass, admiring it from afar for so long. Sure, he’s never had his hands on you like this, but his eyes? His eyes have been devouring you since he first saw you.

Your hips begin to rock against Minho and he feels his mind go blank. A breath is caught in his throat as he feels the heat of you through a few layers of fabric. Fingers gripping his jaw, you wrench his head to the side, attacking his neck with your tongue. Through the haze of your lips and tongue against the column of his neck, he can feel the way your mouth curves into a sly smile.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers when you come up for air briefly.

“Do you want to stop?” you say, pulling back slightly.

“Never,” he replies, tugging you back into him.

He can’t help it any more, his fingers grip into your ass, kneading into your plush flesh. He starts to push you down with every rock of your hips, dragging your clothed cunt across the bulge in his pants until you’re whining against his throat. The way your nails scrape against the skin of the back of his neck has his mind spinning. You wrench your head away from his neck, crashing down on him again, your plump lips landing on his.

When you bite down on his lip, he groans into your mouth. Your hands roam his body, pulling up the hem of his shirt, smoothing your palm across his stomach. Minho’s holding onto his sanity by a thread.

He’s delirious over the heat between your thighs as you grind down on him, your hips wiggling from the friction. Fingers roaming over your lace top, his fingers find the edge of the chest harness you’re wearing. It’s made from some kind of elastic material, so it stretches easily as he pulls it away from your body. He snaps it back against your chest and you squeak into his mouth. You pull away again, looking down at him with swollen lips.

“Minho!”

“What? Why else would you wear this?” he smirks at you.

You splutter for a moment, so he does it again. Pulling the elastic back further this time, holding it taut for a moment. He searches your eyes as you look back and forth between his eyes and his hand. After a heartbeat of thinking, you nod your head.

The snap on your skin makes you whine, trying to hold it back by biting your lip. Minho grabs the strap once more, but this time he uses it to maneuver your body, pulling you suddenly back down onto him. You lean down to kiss him again, but his hand firmly holds you an inch away.

“Don’t you dare hold back any noises,” he says, leaning in like he’s going to capture your lips. Just as you start to surge forward, he pulls away once more. “They’re mine.”

You whine in frustration, one hand grasping the hair at the nape of his neck and drag his head back. He moans, loving this side of you, something he had only ever dreamed of before. Your lips messily clash once again, the air in the room feels like it heats up between the two of you. He frantically finds the little clasp of your harness and quickly unhooks it, bunching up the fabric of your shirt in the process.

You lean back, wrenching the lace over your head, pulling away your bralette at the same time. Your breasts spill out and Minho looks at you in awe. Before he realizes it, his mouth wraps around one of your nipples while his hands go to knead into the soft skin of your breasts. His eyes never leave your face as he watches you press your chest further into him, throwing your head back with a gasp. His tongue traces a path back up to your neck, grazing his teeth over the sensitive spot below your ear. He can feel your pulse as he lays his tongue flat on your throat.

“Can I taste you?” he asks, voice muffled by his lips never leaving your neck.

“What?”

“I need to taste you. Here.” he says, slipping it between your thighs. He gently places a hand on your pussy. His heart starts racing with anticipation as he feels how wet you already are between your legs. “Will you let me?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.

Minho pinches your nipple lightly, just enough to make you hiss.

“Words. I need the words.”

“Fuck, yes, I want your mouth on me,” you whine, rocking your hips slightly on his hand. He grins, tugging you down to kiss him again. This one is less crazed, he feels like he’s trying to communicate all his unsaid feelings with just his actions.

You start to move off of him and motion to lay down on the couch on your back.

“Wait,” his voice has a tinge of command in it.

You pause, body obeying immediately. With a smile, Minho clenches his jaw again and takes a deep breath. “On your knees.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he says, grabbing your waist, “I want you on your knees. Face down, ass up.”

He flips you so you’re facing away, pushing your head down on one of the couch cushions. Your hips wiggle again, rocking back and forth in the air, seeking out any sort of touch. Minho has to collect himself before he does anything. Having you presented to him like this, with your deep red panties and fishnets, he’s about to shred your clothes with his teeth.

Minho grabs onto your ass, kneading the flesh harshly in his hands. Taking his fingers, he hooks them on your fishnets right near your panties. Jerking his hands quickly, he tears them open. The ripping sound makes you quiver.

He gets gentler now, caressing your thighs and cunt, dragging his lips and tongue along your ass cheeks. He can see the wet spot you’ve formed on your panties. Leaning forward he presses his tongue flat against it, chuckling as your whole body jolts.

“That good, huh?”

“Shut uppp,” you whine, burying your face into the cushion.

Minho pulls your panties to the side and spreads your cheeks, admiring the view. He feels his cock twitch in his pants. With you moaning into the pillow, pussy wet and on display, he fights the urge to fuck you right then and there. This is about you and he knows it’ll be a thousand times more gratifying to push himself to the limits of his own desire to get a small taste of yours.

The first touch of his tongue has your thighs shaking already. He takes you by your hips and holds you firm, pressing his face further into your cunt. You cry out when he slowly laps at your clit. Minho grunts, his lips and tongue making the lewd, wet sounds between your legs.

One of his palms finds your ass again, coming down on the flesh a little too firm. You yelp, clenching around his tongue. He’s too drunk off the taste of you, he doesn’t realize he practically spanked you. He pulls back to apologize but you cut him off.

“Harder…” you cry out.

“Harder?”

“Minho, don’t fuck with me!” You’d almost sound angry if you didn’t moan half of your sentence. He loves hearing his name spill out of your mouth like that. He’d do anything to hear it again.

“Like this?” He asks, before pulling back and landing his hand on the exact spot that was already starting to bloom with heat. You moan again, pulling your lip between your teeth to try and stifle the volume.

“Now, what did I say earlier about holding back on those noises?” Minho jeers at you. He leans back, smacking the other cheek, watching the way it rebounds against his hand. Each new hit has you whining and jerking your hips away then immediately pressing back into his hand. He lands a few more swats, feeling the heat from your skin, massaging gently as you catch your breath.

When he dives back into you tongue first, his eyes roll back from how you’re dripping with arousal. The slick sound of his mouth on you that fills the room is only interrupted by the occasional slap of his hand and your whining. As his tongue bombards your clit, he feels the tremors that roll through you as you rut back against his face.

You’re babbling, the words barely being strung together are a litany of please, fuck, and Minho. Your nails claw at the fabric of the couch as he holds you firm, rolling your hips fervently into him.

”Minho! I’m -!” You say, gasping.

Your body tenses, no sound coming from your open mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut and he feels the fluttering muscles of your orgasm as it rocks through you. He doesn’t stop, even once you start shaking, your voice rasps out of you through your moans. He only lets up once you’re writhing in his arms, laughing to get away from the stimulation.

Minho sits back, your body gently collapsing against the couch. He watches as you twitch every few seconds from the aftershocks of your climax, trying to regulate your breathing. He coos at you, massaging your limbs, caressing your skin.

“Come here,” he says, half picking you up, hauling your body towards him. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your face into his chest as he leans back on the couch. “You’re okay, I’m here.”

You start to come down off the frenzy and your breathing regulates. Minho idly presses a few kisses into your hair, pressing his cheek against your head. His cock is straining against the material of his pants, especially now with your body weight on top of him. But that doesn’t matter. Being turned on is nothing compared to the way his heart is soaring just sitting here and holding you like this in his arms.

The possessive feeling he’s had over you feels contented. You’re his. The two of you can talk about it later, but he knows you’re his.

He’s been yours since he first laid eyes on you, so it’s only fair.

“Minho that was…” your voice rasps out of you from where you’re buried in his chest. “That was exactly what I needed.”

He smiles against your hair, pressing another little kiss on your head.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he murmurs against your scalp.

You shift to look up at him. “For how long?”

”Longer than I want to admit right now,” he says. Minho takes in your appearance- lips swollen from kissing, hair mussed up, makeup smeared from pressing into a pillow. His chest fills with pride. He did that to you. You’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now, all fucked out and looking up at him with sparkling eyes. “We can chat about that later though.”

You nod and lay your head back against his heart. It’s nice just sitting here in the quiet. Who knows how much time passes, Minho just likes feeling you in his arms, drawing lazy little circles on your bare back. The two of you must have been quiet for long enough that the house cat pokes her head out briefly from her hiding spot.

You giggle, startling the little thing back into the safety of being behind the TV.

“Minho.”

“Hmm?”

“So there are these cats I live with…” you say, a sly little lilt to your words. Minho can hear the smile in your voice. “Do you want to come back to my place and see them?”

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hanjisung-enjoyer · 3 months ago

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𑣲 — mornings like this.

pairing : needy!felix x sleepy!reader ((afab))

synopsis : your boyfriend wakes up with a case of morning wood.

content : smut 🔞, not really medically accurate but im not a doctor so idrc, breeding kink, unprotected sex (don’t do it!!), dacryphilia, pet names for reader (sweetheart, angel, pretty girl), overstimulation

a/n : written at 2am running on 3 hours of sleep so it is possibly not as good as i would like it to be 😓. also, it may not be much to some of you, but tysm for the love on our dangerous secret!! it means a lot, especially since it was my first piece ♡ so here’s a small surprise from yours truly :D please let me know if i forgot content warnings! NOT PROOFREAD 🤕

( taglist + anon emojis )

your boyfriend’s phone softly buzzed in the bed next to him, his eyes blinking lazily as he awoke. he had to run errands for the day, and didn’t feel like getting shit from chris or minho for being a few minutes late like the last time — well, the last 4 times.

he sat up, hissing immediately at the stinging sensation flooding his body. he looked down, only to be met with the sight of his imprinted hard-on in his sweats.

"how convenient." he sighed, rubbing his eyes and trying his best not to move as to not agitate the problem.

minutes passed, his erection only growing worse. felix felt himself tremble, debating whether or not he wanted to do something about the situation. he could just go into the bathroom, fuck his fist, and go on with his day. but, another voice inside him told him he was craving you.

he looked over his shoulder, watching your limp, sleeping body softly breathe, your slumber looking as peaceful as ever. he didn’t want to interrupt your beauty sleep, but god, how bad he wanted you. how bad he needed you.

he gulped, worried about irritating you. waking you, and asking for sex the second you woke up? you’d think he was a creep, probably. but he couldn’t stop thinking about how bad he could show you his affection right now. he’d make you feel good, love you all over just the way you like in the bedroom. sure, you two loved having rough and sweaty sex every now and then, but you were mostly into sensually making love.

he shifted his body to face you, reaching his hand out, drawing semi-circles on your forearm with his thumb. he watched your body slightly jump from the action. he chuckled to himself, finally deciding to give into his thoughts.

he shook you lightly, watching your pretty eyes flicker open, smiling as soon as your gaze met him. you were going to attempt to say hi to your lover, but instead were met with something far more shocking.

"baby— baby, i know it might be a little much to ask at this hour, but could i please fuck you? i woke up and had a little morning surprise."

"felix—"

"please! please— oh my god, please. i would go into the bathroom or try to keep quiet next to you, but i couldn’t handle it. my cock aches just for you, always for you."

your eyes, now widened with shock, blink repeatedly as you try to understand his words. "i would, but isn’t is a little ear—"

felix interrupted your speaking, grabbing your hand and placing it on his erection. "please, i need you. 'm all yours. i’ll be so fast, i’ll do just the tip, anything you want."

you lay there, dumbfounded yet honestly turned on tremendously. was it everyday you got to see your boyfriend all needy and whiny for you? absolutely not. were you going to take advantage of this vulnerability? absolutely!

you smiled, basically signaling your boyfriend with your face that you would allow it. fuck you wish you had your camera open on your phone, because his reaction to this information was priceless. he was cheering and giggling to himself, very loudly of course.

your boyfriend got up from the bed, immediately pulling his sweatpants down and sliding them off his body, doing the same with his boxers. with his full hard-on on display, you couldn’t help but feel a bolt of excitement rush to your pussy.

"are you okay with no prep today? i can’t wait any longer, need it so bad." he whined, frowning.

"alright. just this once though, m’kay? it really hurts when you don’t help me."

he nodded, climbing onto the bed, removing his shirt on the way. he sat on his knees in front of your laying body, positioning your tank top over your tits, practically drooling at the scene. snapping out of his elusive state, he grabbed your shorts, along with your panties, and slid them down your body fully, excluding them across the room.

"so pretty." he groaned, mumbling a few words to himself before positioning you comfortably below him. "need you so bad. i hope you love me like i love you, want you forever."

he positioned his middle and ring finger atop your folds, rubbing up and down slowly as he used his other hand to stroke himself. "always ready for me, hm?"

your face was hot with embarrassment, yet you spoke not a word during the moment, not wanting to spoil your boyfriend’s fun.

he stopped abruptly, scooting closer and aligning his tip with your entrance. "so ready for me, i can already sense it." he spoke, looking down as he watched his insertion, your pussy basically engulfing his cock.

felix groaned loudly, cursing under his breath from the way you clenched around him.

"ohh, fuck! so amazing, ‘m not gonna last long in this pretty pussy."

you looked up at him, your face scrunched up from pleasure. he made eye contact with you as he began to move inside of you, slowly and gently.

he leaned down, his face buried in the crook of your neck, beginning to thrust at a slow stride. "sweetheart, dunno if i can make it with you, too gorgeous, so fucking beautiful."

you closed your legs around his back, making sure he was feeling the same sensation you were feeling inside. "fuck me, lix!— love you so much, so, so happy to have you."

felix obliged, beginning to quicken his pace. he lifted his head a bit to plant sweet kisses all around your jawline and collarbone. while his head was busy kissing up a storm on your face, his free hand was caressing your left tit, watching as your face had raw emotion painted all over.

"too-" he planted a final kiss on your neck, "gorgeous."

he slammed his cock into you even more, roughly changing his hand position from your chest to your clit, circling it with his small fingers.

your eyes tightly shut, trying your best to not overstimulate with sensations. "mm, love it when you touch me, baby." you lazily let out, your body slowly becoming more and more fucked-out.

"oh, yeah? love the way i can split you open with my huge cock. so fat and generous to my lovely girl, isn’t it?" he whispered in your ear, practically pounding your cunt at this point.

you turned into mush under his touch, not being able to verbally respond, reaching around his torso, squeezing him closer, grabbing a fist full of his long blonde locks.

he moaned into your ear, along with small inaudible praises.

"so much better than my hand," he hissed, "wanna use you everyday of my life. need you making a pretty mess all over your needy boyfriend’s cock." he hummed, biting his lip, feeling his abdomen begin to tighten. "fuck, angel. do you mind if i cum inside? need to watch it spill out of your breathtaking cunt. please."

"yes! anything for you— shit!" your head leaned back into the pillow forcefully, attempting to give your skull some comfort.

"hell yes. oh hell yes, baby," he bit his lip, lifting his head a final time to watch your face and body reactions to his techniques. "want my baby inside you? fucking— shit!" he exclaimed, watching your tits bounce in the rhythm of his cock thrusting into you.

"gonna fuck the lee bloodline into my angel, gonna give you a beautiful baby, only for my girl." he spoke between grunts, going as fast as he possibly could to try and please your aching pussy. "wanna get you big and pregnant to show my friends how much of a cum slut my princess is."

that line. the way he pronounced every word. the way he rambled on about getting you pregnant with his baby. it was too much for you, your cunt clearly trying to tell you something. you squeezed his back tighter than ever, feeling your pussy begin to squirt all over your boyfriend’s dick.

felix noticed immediately, looking down then back up at you, smiling through his physical exhaustion. "so fucking stunning."

you moaned out his name countless times, beginning to sob your eyes out in front of him. felix lifted his head to wipe your tears, only to see your fucked out crying face terribly attractive.

"here’s your baby, oh fuck! baby’s on the way, my love. can’t wait to watch my cum spill out of you." he spoke hastily, his high approaching rapidly.

he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you closer and kissing your lips harshly as his seed spilled into your walls. you groaned into the kiss, the warm notion of his cum making you want to pass out.

felix thrusted his last few lazy shots before pulling out, kissing your sweaty forehead, removing the greased down strands to the sides of your face. "so good, love. you did so good."

he quickly remembered his words and rushed to position himself for a view of your pussy, watching his release ooze out of you, slowly spilling onto the bedding. he bit his lip, wiping some of the excess up with his fingers and reaching them up to your mouth.

"wanna taste me, baby?"

you immediately nodded, sucking the cum off his fingers sloppily, like a dog lapping up a large bowl of water on a hot day.

"that’s my girl." he smiled brightly. "now let’s go take a nice bath, yeah? that sound nice? we can soak and get ready to start our day."

you smiled back, watching your boyfriend disappear into the bathroom, the faint sound of the faucet running filling the empty atmosphere.

what a great start to a day, right?

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After Party

Bang Chan x Afab!Reader

⤷ The Fendi after party gets much more interesting after a few margaritas and sneaking away with a stranger. ⤷ Content warning - protected sex ⤷ WC - 1.1k ⤷ A/N - In honor of Chris looking so fine for Milan Fashion week that he broke my writers block. ✧ Masterlist ✧

You met him five minutes ago, not that something like that matters when he looks like a Greek god but it explains why his name doesn't fall from your lips as easily as you want it to.

The Fendi after party was boring. Your manager asked - actually, begged - you to be on your best behavior and you agreed.

Then you saw him.

“Fuck… Chan.” Right, that was his name, yeah. The very hot stranger who you drank too many margaritas with.

“I haven't even gotten started yet and you're already moaning my name? Cute.” His voice caused a sugar rush, a high of heat and a flood between your legs. “Turn around”

His hands grip your waist, turning you to the wall and hiking your dress up. Surely the designer won't be too upset if it rips, right?

Chan's hands smooth over your ass, landing a smack that's drowned out by the music of the after party coming from the left… or the right. It doesn’t matter.

“You're gonna fuck a stranger? Are you always this risky?” The smile on your face makes him forge one of his own as he works to free himself.

“I'm not.” He leans into you, putting one hand on the wall and trapping you beneath him so that your back is to his chest. His dick presses firm into your ass and the feeling makes you want to turn around and take a look. “I figured I should try something new.”

He kisses over your jaw and takes hold of his drooling cock, rubbing it over your equally needy cunt. “Got a condom?”

“My bag.” He reaches over and opens your bag, holding it out to you instead of going through it himself. You chuckle. “Such a gentleman.”

He blushes, turning a pretty red as you hand him the packaged rubber. “Is that your type?” He rips it open, rolls it on and positions himself.

“You're my type.” He pushes in just barely.

“You're mine too.” He hooks his arm around your midsection, pulling your back flush to his chest and pushing inside on one smooth motion.

Your jaw hangs slack, eyes roll back and you stifle a moan. Chan's hand comes up to cover your mouth and your own hand goes out in front of you in an attempt to brace yourself against the wall.

“You’re fucking tight.” He whispers and you notice that his voice is somehow sweeter when he talks dirty.

“And you're fucking big.” His hips shift and you whimper. He plays it off, saying that he's average but there's not an ounce of you that believes him.

The first thrust feels like you're being split in two. Maybe it's the position. Maybe it's the way he has his hand pressed over the plush of your stomach to make sure you really, really feel him. Or maybe he's just fucking huge.

But the second thrust? Heaven on earth and so was every one of them that followed.

“God, you take me so well.” Chan groans and you clench around him. “You like when I talk dirty, huh? You like when I tell you how well your cunt takes my cock?

“Chan…” He presses his hand tighter over your mouth. The drowned out sound of skin on skin is enough to get you two caught, your moans would definitely tip everyone off.

“You can't keep quiet, can you, pretty?”

He presses you up against the wall and moves his hand from your mouth to your neck. He doesn't press, he only holds you. He tilts your head back and meets your lips in a kiss while his hips press hard against your ass.

You swear that you can feel him in your stomach. It makes you gasp and he shuts you up with his tongue. He slides it over yours, tasting the lingering flavor of the margaritas and humming into you.

“Please move again.” You mumble against his lips and he groans, letting his own head fall back for a second.

“I'm gonna cum.” Chan's voice is strained as he whispers. “You're gonna make me cum already.”

You reach back, grabbing his hip and trying to get him to move at least a little. You need more. It's only been a minute and you're dizzy with need.

“Then cum for me, please I just want something. Wanna feel you, Chan.”

He buries his face in your neck for a second, moaning and nipping at the skin a bit before pulling his hips back.

“You're hot when you beg. Such a pretty girl falling apart on my cock.”

His hand is back over your mouth the second you whimper. His other hand grips your hip while you reach back and is balled into his shirt.

“Rub your clit, cum with me.” Your hand moves from his shirt to between your thighs. The extra stimulation makes you jolt and clench and Chan hisses.

“C'mon, You're gonna make me fucking bust.” The thought alone makes you moan. Your orgasm is close, so damn close and you know that his is closer.

“Gonna…” Your fingers rub faster, sloppy circles into your clit but that's not what does it. It's when Chan slides his hand down from your hip and over yours between your thighs. He presses down and bottoms out and you're done for.

“Holy shit…” You gasp, breath stuck in your chest and your body tenses and writhes from the burning pleasure.

All of that is enough to get Chan falling apart right after you. His thrusts get sloppy until he pulls out, jerking his cock with a groan and splitting into the condom.

The two of you try to catch your breath, panting as the sound of the music from the after party catches your attention. You look back at Chan who has his back to the wall next to you and his eyes closed.

You sneak a peak of his cock… How the hell is that average? Average for who?

While you're gawking he reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you gently into his chest. The gesture surprises you but you go along with it.

“You… have made this an unforgettable night.” He laughs, his ears turning even redder if that's even possible. “Thank you.”

“Did you just thank me after fucking me?” It's your turn to laugh and he joins you.

“I told you that I don't do things like this, okay. I don't know how It goes.”

You lean up a bit and kiss him, soft but still hot enough to make him hum with renewed want. Your kisses trail from his lips, over his jaw and to his ear where you whisper.

“Come back to my hotel and I'll show you just how this goes, yeah?” He smiles, his dimples showing through the blush and he nods.

“I'd like that.”

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this is the hottestthing i’ve ever read i know ive said this so many times but this awakened something in me holy shittttt

changed the trajectory of my life. adding to the list of series i will check daily for updates on and then drop everything im doing to read the next part

THE CURE 0.2 • Bang Chan

sex therapist!chan x client!reader after years of unhappy endings, your friend suggests a trip to sydney's most up and coming sex therapist. you hadn't expected much, least of all to discover the cure you'd been looking for all this time was your therapist himself.

word count: 13k << back to dash // next episode >>

CONTENT WARNINGS

𐙚 - female masturbation, mutual masturbation, vibrator use, guided masturbation, dirty talk, use of "slut" and similar terms, chan is called sir, light degradation, light spanking, slapping, more orgasm denial, fingering, oral both female and male receiving, sub!reader, soft dom!chan but some hard dom too, slightly possessive chan, praise, very tiny breeding kink in the form of chan pushing his cum inside her.

! - inappropriate relationship dynamic (chan is her sex therapist), reader is written to be neurodivergent though it isn't explicitly stated, therapy talk/setting, descriptions of self help and healing, brief mention of toxic positivity and dissociation, very brief description of reader having a difficult childhood, talk about hopelessness and feelings of defeat. like last time, everything is intentionally vague but approach with caution all the same.

episode two - a cure for self-dissatisfaction

You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that you were actually here, again. Making another appointment had sounded so promising in the after-glow of your first ever orgasm–or, at least, the first that felt like that–but now that you were actually here you questioned your sanity. How could you possibly face him after that phone call? Sure, it had been an entire month since then, plenty of time to get over it or just cancel the one-hour slot. You never did, though, and you still couldn’t quite decide why. Was it him that you wanted to see again? So entirely unable to close this chapter of your life now that he’d suddenly made its contents more interesting; turning the pages of your life from dull shades of black and white into hues of technicolour.

Or, maybe it was just that. He made things interesting and you needed interesting.

You weren’t sure when it had happened, the manner with which your fairytale life had twisted and morphed into something so mundane. You had the fancy beachside apartment, the dream job with the fun co-workers. You had the nice clothes and the sparkling jewels to go with them; large wardrobe full to the brim with rare pieces and garaments alike. Even your dating life had been exciting, meeting famous faces and well-off suitors in the upscale establishments you frequented with your friends. But it wasn’t enough. You feared nothing would ever be enough. Nothing exciting enough, glamorous enough, expensive enough to fill the growing feeling of indifference that threatened to paint your entire world grey.

A part of you liked familiarity, needed it, even. Clung to it in the same way you gripped the straps of your favourite tote bag. It was comforting to ease the unknowns of life with something habitual and constant. But when you did settle, when the anxiety did dissipate, it was like you almost missed it in its absence. It was the adrenaline you craved rather than the anxious wracking of your brain; the adrenaline that followed every redundant fear your mind conjured up; the push of chemicals through your veins as you murmurred ‘oh fuck, am i going to miss my train?’, ‘shit did i leave the stove on?’, ‘did i have a meeting today or was that tomorrow?.’ The bubbling of nervous adrenaline, it was like a shot of espresso, or the abrupt sound of your morning alarm clock. It forced you back to reality, tore you from the prison your restless thoughts built around your consciousness.

Chan had been that too in a lot of ways, a rude awakening of sorts. He had astounded you in more ways than one, tearing you from normalcy and forcing you from your comfort zone in the process. No longer just floating through life while your mind hummed with restless noise. Perhaps that was why, despite every anxious part of you that wanted to run away from him, a deeper, unheard part refused. You’d regret it, wouldn’t you? Walking away from him, vowing to never see him again. You’d regret it almost instantly no doubt, the tick of your apartment’s clock taunting you as it reminded you where you should’ve been on the day of your cancelled appointment. Your mind would trap you again, filling your head with thoughts of what could’ve been, should’ve been, if you’d just pulled yourself together.

That was of course without mentioning that you indeed remained uncured. You were still very much afflicted with the same inability to get yourself off no matter how hard you tried. You’d done it once, you so foolishly believed from that moment onwards it would be easy. It was not. Even with the vivid memory of that night playing over and over in your mind like a song caught in a loop, you were back to square one. You needed the dark to find the light. How true that had turned out to be, how unfortunate that your infatuation for your therapist was turning out to be more practical than whimsical. You really did need him.

The timing of your appointment meant that within moments of your arrival, the doe-eyed receptionist was already hurrying off for her lunch break, insisting that you wait for Dr Bang in his office instead. Dr Bang, hearing her say it almost pulled a laugh from your parted lips; what a suitable name for someone in his profession. She didn’t join in with your amused half-chuckle as she gathered her purse and coat. You didn’t blame her, you were sure she’d heard the stifled laughter a million times before. Thanking her one last time as she motioned you toward his office, you pushed open the door expectantly.

Immediately your eyes fixed on the black oak desk situated in the foreground of the furthest wall. The room was empty, no muscular figure tucked behind the neat workstation, nor situated in the same leather chair he had been a month prior. You breathed out a sigh, your throat finally releasing a breath you hadn’t even realised you’d been holding until you accounted for his absence. You made your way inside, letting the door close behind you with a clack. It felt eerie being in the infinite silence of his abandoned office. Not even the sound of the AC lulled in the background as you wandered throughout the space, taking in the details as if it were your first time being here, and in a way, it was.

During your last visit you’d been so distracted by Chan you’d been unable to focus on much else, let alone the intricacies of his office. The much too large windows were the first thing you’d noticed, both today and the last. Unlike a month ago they were covered by enormous blinds, the afternoon heat so unbearable today that having the sun exposed would be as sweltering as standing on a shadeless street corner. The lack of AC left the office tepid, and the vacancy of natural light shadowed the once bright room. You felt as if you had stepped into the embrace of a warm hug; one that sucked all the sound from the atmosphere until all that remained was the thumping of your heart.

You could hear it now; your heart. It beat with uncertainty as your eyes trailed across the shelves upon shelves of awards and personal photos behind his desk. You felt like you’d snuck into a secret place you weren’t supposed to be, taking in every detail of someone’s life without an inkling of what any of it meant. One frame held a picture of a smiling boy, a younger girl tucked under his arm in a near chokehold. Judging by the look of disdain on her features, and the mischievous expression on his own, you figured they were siblings. Another picture captured an older version of that boy, one that now more closely resembled Chan. He knelt on the grass, a dog, who’s white fur was blotched with copper-tones, smiled up at him, pink tongue spilling from its mouth. You knew Chan’s life hadn’t started when he met you, but it still felt strange to see it all play out in front of you now.

The office door opened with a clatter, your body spinning round at the intrusion; trusty tote bag slipping from your arm in the process. You caught hold of the strap before it could fall from your rigid limb completely, eyes settling on Dr Bang himself. He seemed frozen in place, palm clutching the door handle with bleached knuckles. His nervous disposition suggested he’d been preparing himself for this moment, to no avail, and if that were true, you were thankful. At least then you’d be in the same boat. In a second, a mere tick of a clock’s hand, he was back to his usual self, pushing a large smile atop his pillowy lips.

“Hello, y/n. How have you been?” His voice was soft as he closed the door behind him, the hand that wasn’t clutching a stack of papers flicking on a second set of lights. In an instant the room was engulfed in pale yellow hues, your eyes blinking to adjust. He walked the distance from the door to his desk, letting the pile of papers fall down with a dull thud.

“Could be better, could be worse.” You murmured, still feeling like a deer in headlights. He nodded at this, almost as if he silently understood, agreed even. You didn’t know whether you should stay rooted beside his desk or take a seat, body itching for another of his commands. You hated how badly you wanted him to tell you what to do and how to do it, no matter if it were a simple seating arrangement or one of his filthy, guided masturbations.

“That’s a start, hopefully by the end of the session we can turn it around?” He spoke, tone as level as it had always been, though you noticed how quickly his eyes seemed to wander. It had been impossible last time to look anywhere but him, that intentional and scrutinising stare holding yours for what felt like eternities. His gaze was scattered now, moving from your face to his desk and back again, fingers re-arranging his already neat desk as if attempting to regain control.

But, regain control of what? His thoughts, his racing heart, his body? You wanted to know. You wanted to crack him open, let the secrets spill from him like yolk. You wanted to study his mind the way he studied you. It was intoxicating, the mystery that still surrounded him. So intoxicating that you were starting to find you didn’t need to get lost in the shadows of his stare, only needed to be close enough to feel the palpable energy, the magnetic charge, that radiated from him like the sun’s unbearable warmth.

“Should we get started?” He asked, brown eyes leaving the surface of his immaculate desk to search your expression. You nodded, pushing a smile atop your lips as you moved toward the leather chairs, slouching into yours right away.

You noticed he wasn’t wearing that same dark suit this time, instead he wore a crisp white dress shirt with a few too many buttons undone at the top. The bottom part of it was tucked half-hazardly into a pair of tight ebony trousers. It didn’t remain that way for long. With a raise of his hand–fingers combing through dark curls–one side fell from its confines, a slither of pale skin meeting your hungry gaze. You swallowed, drawing your eyes from his figure as it drew nearer to you, stopping only when he reached the chair opposite you.

“Shall we start with an update?” He questioned, taking a seat while his hand tightened around that same large ipad. “How have you been doing, did you manage to climax again?”

“No.” You admitted right away, head shaking in disappointment. It was hard to hide how frustrating it was, even more now than before. At least prior to your first happy ending you were none the wiser to how much greener the grass truly was on the other side. Now you’d grazed in it, tasted it, felt it between your fingers and toes. How could you ever return to astro turf after you’d experienced the real thing?

“No?” Chan looked surprised at this, chin tilting to the side as he drank in your expression. You were sure you looked anything but pleased, brows furrowed as you shook your head no once more. “Okay, did you follow the routine?”

“I did, yeah.” You mumbled, digits playing with the pleats in your skirt.

“What do you think was different?” He asked, looking genuinely curious by your dilemma.

“Do I even have to say it?” You released a huff of air, heart jumping nervously behind its skeletal confines.

“It would help if you did. Guessing games can lead to miscommunications.” HIs smile was back, dimples pressed prettily against his plush cheeks. How badly you wanted to cup them, how badly you wanted to let the pads of your thumbs brush against the indents that dotted them. How badly you wanted him.

“I just… I feel like I need your help, you helped so much that time… ever since I haven’t managed it, I mean, what does that tell you?” You asked, heart racing a little faster now, hands growing clammy; thoughts scrambling as you felt your frustration grow. Your situation felt so hopeless, so entirely unfixable. It shouldn’t hurt, but it did. It always would.

So many past relationships flashed across your mind, so many times when you’d watched the partners in your life walk away. Their promises that you’d never be too much, that there was no storm you couldn’t weather together, ground to dust beneath their retreating steps. There had been other issues that ended the relationship of course, not this one, never this one. Yet it still seemed so unbelievably ironic how, try as they might, they never could fix this little problem. How laughable it was that Chan had managed within hours of meeting him.

“You- you need my help with climaxing?” He seemed taken aback, his innocence almost sending your eyes rolling. How could he be so surprised? Had he not been on that phone call with you after all, had that all been a vivid dream?

“I think so, yeah.” You opted to speak instead, fingers still playing lazily with your clothing in search of some relief from the awkwardness of the conversation.

“I’m sure you just need a little direction and practice.” He shook his head, ever the dismissive party out of the two of you. But you knew better now. You’d heard the way he fell apart, heard the things he’d said when all resolve had vanished. He was just as depraved, just as desperate and needy but he hid it well. He cowered behind fabricated boundaries, crossing one and then inventing another. He pushed, and he pushed, but he always found a new way to hold back. You wanted to test that, wanted to make him snap. Was that bad?

“I’m twenty-five Chan, I think if practice was going to do it I’d have done it by now.” You shook your head, tone uncharacteristically sarcastic as you let your frustrations slip. He winced at this, taken aback by the change in your tone. Easily your annoyance dampened, sigh falling from your lips as quickly as your apology “I’m sorry, that was– I’m just– I feel defeated.”

“It’s understandable, you don’t need to apologise.” Chan offered you a comforting smile, eyes glimmering with a patient understanding that had you thawing instantly.

“Can’t you just, I don’t know, tell me what to do. Like give me some direction or something.” You asked, trying to pry more solutions from his all-knowing brain.

“Like on the phone?” He questioned, palm gliding across his thick thigh as he spoke. You couldn’t help the way your gaze followed its movement, long fingers instantly taking you back to that night. You pictured them wrapped around his length, the wet sound of his desperate, thrusting grip, too much to think about right now. You squirmed in your seat, thighs pushing together in momentary distress.

“Yeah like then, is there more I can do?” You asked, trying to hide your growing weariness behind another frustrated huff.

“Perhaps you need to focus on finding ways to relax, maybe you have a problem switching off, moving from one task to the other. If you’re still tense when you’re masturbating then it can be hard to let yourself go.” He was so composed, seemingly so unaware of the way you were breaking down internally. How did he do it? How did he look at you with such easy indifference after that night. Maybe he was just that; indifferent. Maybe you’d been looking at this all wrong.

“Okay.” You shrugged, barely listening by now.

“You don’t look happy with that.” Chan pushed for an answer, clasping his apple pen a little tighter in anticipation of your response.

“I’m not patient enough. I guess I just hoped that it was fixed. But, now I have to get used to the idea of this being some long healing journey as if I haven’t had enough of those. As if I haven’t–fucking–read enough–fucking–self-help books or listened to enough ‘all you need is recharged rose quartz and you’ll be fine’--fucking–influencers.” You felt your hands grip at your forehead in defeat, palms attempting to erase the tension that settled there through half-hazard motions. You wanted to laugh at the way you got so easily wound up, but the idea of starting yet another ‘healing era’, felt suffocating, impossible even.

How much more growing was there to do? Some people say it never stops, but you’ve had a lifetime of it. A lifetime of people pointing out your flaws, telling you what was wrong or what needed fixing. You’ve had a lifetime of changing everything about you until something felt right, like a puzzle piece clicking into place. A lifetime of trying to do everything right just to be told you were doing it wrong, anyway. You weren’t emotional enough, then you were too emotional. You were loud, then too quiet. You were rude, then you were compliant. It took reaching your twenties to realise you didn’t really care who you were, or how you acted, as long as you were happy with yourself.

It felt freeing, so entirely exhilarating to feel as if you were done changing, morphing and growing into someone else’s idea of a normal human woman. It matched you well, but it was also tiring. You’d grown to be independent far younger than you probably should’ve, your therapist said it built character, you thought that was stupid even at ten years old. Having a childhood built character, having healthy relationships and good role models; that was what you needed. People’s incessant criticisms had felt like the only freedom from your independence for so long; the only time you weren’t thinking for yourself. Bittersweet was the lingering feeling that remained for a few years after your new found self-assurance.

It was stupid, to crave something that had been so toxic, but that was just so unequivocally you. Hate something with every fibre of your being when you had it just to miss it when it was gone. Didn’t matter how much it hurt you, didn’t matter that it damn nearly killed you, only the good parts of it remained in its absence. The ghosts of memories even your unrelenting, self-sabotaging brain forgot. Were those the causes of your dissociation? The fragmented memories of times gone by, the missing pieces still stashed away in some untravelled corner of your mind?

“These things do take time, yeah.” Chan pulled you from your thoughts, tugging a sigh from your lips as you shook your head in defeat.

“Fuck that, there’s gotta just be something in me that doesn’t work, right? Like there’s just a part of me that can’t do it and I’m gonna have to just live with that.” Your arms raised in exasperation, frustrated rambles not phasing him in the slightest. You figured that shouldn’t surprise you, despite everything that had transpired between you, despite how unlikely it sometimes seemed, he was a therapist. A person you were paying to listen to you speak. A person you had essentially paid to make you cum. Jesus.

“But you did.” He countered.

“No, you did.” You reminded him, his brows rising at the implication.

“That was all you, I just helped.” He shook his head, dismissive once more.

“Can’t you help me again, then? Just tell me what to do, show me. Make that part of me wake the fuck up and realise it has a job to do. Fix me again.” You murmured helplessly, searching his mind for something, anything that could ease your anguish.

“You want that? You want me to teach you? You want me to fix you?” He spoke after a beat of silence, plump mouth emphasising your latter sentiment. A switch had seemingly been flipped in him, reminding you of his faltering resolve from a month ago. You were sure it was your imagination–after all he was so quick to collect himself–but that was expected, you didn’t know him well enough. You didn’t know how badly he yearned to ‘fix you’.

There was a saying that went along the lines of this; therapists need therapy the most The first part of their adult lives were dedicated to learning the secrets of the mind, just to spend the rest of it fixing other people’s. The perfect distraction; fix others so you don’t have to fix yourself. Yeah, that was him. Finding distraction after distraction to avoid the complicated mess in his own brain. But that wasn’t just it. No, Chan was a people pleaser, a man so desperate to be needed that he put his heart in danger every single fucking time.

He’d lost count by now, the amount of times he’d run in blindly; falling for a pretty girl with pretty problems. A pretty girl with a pretty smile and a pretty big hole in her pretty heart. He did it every single time. He’d never mixed work with self-sabotage though, this was unchartered territory. But that was then, one slip up, one mistake made in the heat of the moment. How could he not? You were so pretty, sounded so pretty pleading for him to help you. Not even he had the patience for that.

“Yes.” You breathed out, eyes turning wide and expectant beneath his weighted retort. There you were again, looking hopeful, as if he really did have the power to cure you. But he didn’t, Chan had learned that again and again; he couldn’t change the last girl, or the girl before, or the girl before that and he couldn’t change you. Not like this anyway, not through lust or–heaven forbid–love. Growing attached, letting them be dependent, it was bad in the end; always bad, never good like he’d intended.

“I can’t, you’re not broken.” He assured you, not a drop of insincerity mixing with the honey sweet tone of his soft voice.

“Then pretend I am and fix me anyway– break me just to put me back together again– I don’t care, just please do something to make it stop.” You felt a little frantic now: he wasn’t giving you the answers, wasn’t providing solutions. Was it really that hopeless? Were you really this cursed? Knowing that the cure was right in front of you, within arms reach, but too far to hold. Too distant and closed off, too unwilling to give you what you know you needed.

Were you crazy for thinking he wanted it to, were you delusional for thinking you could see the fire in his eyes every time you reached for him with words? The air around you didn’t lie though, did it? Or were you the only one feeling that constant chemical reaction that surrounded you both. That fizzle and burn, that electric fever that drove you crazy; depriving you of clean, pure air with every breath. It was filling your lungs with hot embers, you could feel it, could feel the way it choked you of all sense and left only desire in its place. Could he really not feel it too?

“Make what stop, love?” The nickname wasn’t lost on you, its presence sent a ripple of hope across your skin, igniting goosebumps in its path.

“I don’t know, everything I guess. The boredom, the anxiety, the noise, the frustration, the emptiness; all of it went away that night and I’ve been trying to get back there ever since.” You admitted, teeth gnawing at your lip, brows scrunched together in frustration. Chan thought you looked utterly pitiful in the hottest way. Was that possible? To look pathetic and undeniably attractive all at once. Yeah, it was; you were.

“I can’t cure you, you know that right? You have to do that on your own.” He insisted. It was true, wasn’t it? Historically speaking, practically speaking. People can’t change other people, that was how it worked right? They had to change on their own, grow alone, love themselves before they could learn to love someone else. If they didn’t, they’d be forever codependent, clinging to the sun that helped them grow into a fully flourished person. But the sun went down, it didn’t stick around forever; he couldn’t stick around forever.

“But what if…”

“I can’t.” He was quick to cut you off, not wanting to fill your head with pointless sentiments of hope. Whether he wanted to or not, whether you wanted to or not, you had to stand on your own two feet. He knew this to be true more than ever when it came to your own pleasure. You couldn’t depend on him for that; he couldn’t fill the void. He’d fall in love too easily, catch feelings in an instant. How could he ever make it out of that alive? It wasn’t right, you deserved better. Deserved to know your own body, how it felt, what made you feel good.

“Try?” You spoke, voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide and pleading.

“I can’t.” He huffed through gritted teeth, jaw stiff with useless restraint.

“Please?” You looked at him as if he held the world and all its mysteries in his grasp, ready to hand them over if only you could wear him down enough. It wasn’t not working, he hated to admit.

“Don’t… don’t do that.” He shook his head, eyes dipping to the ipad in his grip as he drew mindless patterns across its slick screen. It was enough to distract him for a moment, but not long enough.

“So, I just, I just go home and try the same shit again then is that it? Another month of nothing? Or can I call again, would you pick up if I did?” Your words had his cock twitching, palms growing clammy. That night haunted him. It felt so wrong, so completely fucked up. He lay awake for nights after that wondering if he should resign, turning his dream of owning a successful therapeutic clinic into a distant memory with the same stroke. But more than that, he wondered if you’d call again. Would you need him some more? Would you lean on him a little longer? Was it really true that he was the missing piece? That only he could make you cum.

“You know I would.” He responded in an instant, too quick in fact. “I’m surprised you didn’t call, to be honest.” He chuckled, attempting to seem unaffected. As if he hadn’t been waiting by the phone every evening, as if he hadn’t checked and re-checked for missed calls when sleep didn’t come to him easily.

“I wanted to try on my own; I’m really trying.” You half-whined and that sound alone was enough to have every noise from a month ago flooding his mind at once. His hips shifted, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“I know, baby, you’re so good.” He sighed, resolve slipping; gaze darkening along with it. You saw it happen right in front of you, pupils dilating, mask slipping from his handsome face. “How about this… You show me how you do it at home and I’ll see if there are areas for improvement?” Chan suggested, against what he knew to be his better judgement. Fuck it, though, right? He could cross another line, just one more, find a new one to draw between you to keep you at arms length. You’d seen right through him in that regard, knew exactly how he justified each gradual crawl toward your eagerly awaiting form.

“You want me to… now?” You blinked, fireworks erupting in the pit of your stomach signaling an internal celebration of what you were almost sure was a triumphant victory.

“Isn’t that what you want? To make a mess of my chair? To cum again?” His words sent a jolt of something electric and sweet straight to your core. Your teeth felt like blades, threatening to draw blood from the plump flesh of your bottom lip as you nodded wordlessly, too turned on at the prospect of getting to climax again to formulate a coherent sentence.

“Why don’t you lift that little skirt of yours and show me how you pleasure yourself.” His voice was low, impossibly dark gaze studying you with an almost predatory stare. Your nerves stood alert like the hairs of your arm, hands moving at their own accord. You moved the hem of your skirt up the meat of your bare thighs, his eyes following your motions closely before fixing on the sheer fabric of your damp panties.

You felt like an imposter in your own skin as you spread your legs, circling the pads of your fingers across your clothed clit in compliance. You tried to stop the heat from rising in your cheeks, from pulsing through your blood like lava, the molton toxicity wetting your panties even more. You were helpless to it; the growing intensity of your lust. It was strange, the combination of embarrassment mixed with desire. It felt like a dangerous cocktail, one destined to leave you with a hangover unlike any other you’d felt; a banging headache, a sick feeling, a desperation for a wellness you could never reach without it.

Was that what this was? A growing addiction? An inability to feel better without him, or an unwillingness to find an alternative cure? You pushed the thoughts from your mind, easily too with the help of his sultry voice, though all the same the bubbling of nervousness remained.

“This is how you do it? What’s rule number one? What did we do last time?” He asked, too put together considering the pornographic movie that was playing out in front of him. His eyes told a different story though, hungry and feverish as you moved your fingers clumsily.

“Umm, take my clothes off?” You managed between huffs of impatient air, wanting nothing more than to skip to the part where your toes were curling, head tipped back in reticent ecstacy. You moved your hands away from your clothed cunt, starting to remove the tight fitting crop top a strap at a time. You watched his jaw grow slack at this, your confidence growing in place of the initial uncertainty.

You put on a show for him, suddenly abandoning the idea of being taught the ways of your pussy in favour of winding him up. Both straps fell past your shoulders, the rough material of your tiny top grazing your perky nipples as you dragged it down your chest, letting your plump breasts spill out from beyond its fabric confines. His brow twitched, lips faltering along with it as he watched the bounce of your tits.

“Mhm and start with your nipples, make them feel good, work yourself up.” Pulling your top off completely, you followed his demands, fingers tugging at your hardening buds. You remembered his advice from the last time, making sure to wet your digits with your tongue in a slow sinful motion. This earned a half moan from the man, his body shifting as he hid his faltering confidence behind a closed fist. With his chin resting against it, he gazed at you through his lashes, watching every pinch and tug with a hawk-like intensity.

“I’m already so worked up.” You groaned, unable to hold his heated glare any longer. You lulled your eyes toward the wet patch growing in your panties, pussy clenching around nothing at the sight of it.

“I make you worked up?” He mused, leaning forward in interest. Leveled as his voice remained, his restless form gave him away; dilated pupils darting between your hard nipples and your soaked underwear. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, moan designed behind a cough at your response.

“Yeah, so bad.” You mewled, one hand traversing the expanse of your smooth skin until your fingers met with the pool of sticky wetness between your thighs. You pulled at the band of your panties, sighing at the feeling of the tight fabric squeezing against your sensitive clit. You watched his expression as you drank in every movement, the obvious stiffness mounting in his crotch area not going unnoticed by you.

You wondered what it would take to have him desperate for his own release again, enough to disregard every one of his frivolous boundaries until his head was too clouded with intoxicating lust to draw a new line between you.

“Don’t focus on me, focus on yourself and your body.” It was almost like he knew, as if he could read your mind; could sense the way it reeled with thoughts of him and him alone. You tugged at your panties again, focusing on the movement of your fingers as they swirled around your excited nipple. “That’s good, don’t be shy now, you weren’t shy last time.”

“You couldn’t see me last time.” You murmured, the tips of your ears and apples of your cheeks the same shade of crimson.

“You’re beautiful, don’t be embarrassed.“ Chan shook his head, shifting in his seat once again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get comfortable, not when the growing ache in his pants became harder and harder to ignore. “Now do what we did last time, feel what works best for you, take your time.”

“This?” You questioned, fingers pulling your panties aside as strings of sticky cum followed suit. You touched your bare clit with care, jolting and wincing with each caress. You were so sensitive, so turned on by the intent stare he fixed on your soaked cunt. You traced a finger down the seam of your pussy, rubbing the thick, juicy substance across your bundle of nerves in a clockwork motion.

“Yeah, that’s right, feel yourself.” He drew a breath, tongue darting across his lips, hands not sure what to do with one another as he watched the sight play out in front of him. “That’s good, does that feel good?” Chan questioned, slouching back in his chair as if the increased distance would afford him some alleviation from your mesmerising performance.

“Yeah, I think so.” You retorted, repeating the back and forth between your clit and dampening folds. You teased your entrance with the gentle prod of your fingers, tight clenching accompanying each experimental push.

“Do what makes you feel good, learn what you like.” It was unbearable how calm he was, a whine leaving your lips as his professional tone.

“How.” You murmured, the strumming of your clit increasing in speed as you felt a pleasurable sensation begin to wash over you.

“Try new things, keep touching yourself–why don’t you take those panties off and give your pussy a slap.” You nodded, eagerly complying with his wishes as you pulled your panties down your legs letting the sheer fabric pool at the base of your chair. You placed your skirt there too, completely bare save the pair of kitten heels snug around your feet.

“What?” The second part of his statement had you puzzled though, or perhaps it was just the intense feeling of being exposed in front of a person who was not only fully clothed but seemingly unbothered. Yeah, maybe that was it; that would be enough to have anyone confused and uncertain.

“You like it rough don’t you? Smack your pussy, give your clit a spanking for me.” His words had your hips shifting, a moan tumbling from your lips. Everything sounded better coming from his full mouth, the gravel tone interlaced with his thick accent–it was unbearable.

“Like this?” You questioned, landing a smack against your sensitive clit. Both of you moved in sync, hips shifting at the shrill noise your palm made abusing your sensitive nub. Your face screwed up at the feeling, the delightful sting accompanied by another wave of self-satisfaction.

“Harder.” He growled, moan mingling with his next words. “Yeah, you like that? I can see how wet you are, keep spanking your pretty little cunt.” You complied, strings of whines and groans following each harsh slap.

“You’re making me this wet.” You mewled, expression still contorted in pleasure. Chan wasn’t sure how he’d expected to make it through this entire ordeal, that had been foolish thinking on his part. He hadn’t expected you to be so brazen though, both nervous in your disposition but shameless in your filthy words and actions. His cock was impossibly hard in his pants now, hand itching to relieve the tension.

“Fuck don’t say that, gonna have to learn how to make yourself cum when I’m not around.” He insisted, though in truth you were saying all the right things to morph him into malleable putty, substance perfect for the palms of your hands; mass supple enough to wrap around your finger. “That’s good, yeah that’s good fuck you’re clenching around nothing.”

“Wanna be full.” You whined, pinching and rubbing at your clit with a rise and fall of your hips. You could tell the chair beneath you was drenched by now, the surface becoming slippery beneath your clammy thighs.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers, start with one and keep adding as many as your greedy little cunt needs to feel full.” His resolve was slipping, you could tell, could connect the dots from that night a month ago. It filled you with confidence, had your heart racing and limbs squirming as you rubbed your clit more furiously.

“Not gonna be enough.” You shook your head, hoping, so intensely, that he would just give up and finish you himself. You could practically sense it, the way his fingers would make you feel, the sharp rush of intense white light that bubbled up with every thrust of his skilled digits. How perfectly they’d fill your tight hole, stretching you open as if preparing you for his fat cock. You slid a finger inside, feeling empty despite the new intrusion.

“You just need to learn how to make yourself feel good baby, curl your fingers, do a scissor motion, whatever makes you feel the best.” He was still instructional in his method, but he looked anything but the calm teacher he’d been previously. Chan was leant forward now, tongue poking out his mouth, elbows propped on his knees as he watched you intensely.

“How?” You questioned, brows scrunched.

“How, what baby? Use your words.” He asked, his palms rubbing together in a useless attempt to distract his mind from the ache in his pants.

“How do I make it feel good, sir.” You elaborated, pushing another finger inside your convulsing pussy.

“Fuck, god, gonna make me crazy if you keep that up.” He run a hand through his hair, hips rising from the chair. His dark hair looked a mess by the time his fingers were done combing and tugging with restraint. You didn’t think it was possible for him to look any sexier, but his disheveled appearance proved otherwise.

“Please.” You implored, the steady back and forth of your fingers slowing to a standstill at his next words.

“You want me to show you, yeah?” He licked his lips shamelessly at you, hungry eyes awaiting your response with uninhabited lust.

“Yes, please, so bad.” You mused, squirming in your chair at the prospect of his fingers tucked snugly inside your needy pussy. You hoped this wasn’t a dream, that you weren’t about to jolt awake to the shrill sound of your alarm clock.

“Beg, show sir how badly you want his fingers inside you.” He murmured, jaw clenching at the sight of your pussy as it squeezed around nothing. “Keep circling your clit, yeah, keep going.” He commanded you, and without hesitation you followed.

“Please, please, want you to fill me so bad, please sir- please.” You keened, fingers toying frantically with your bundle of nerves.

“That’s it baby, keep getting yourself off, you're doing such a good job on your own.” He licked his lips again, chest heaving with every circular motion. You pushed your fingers back between the snug walls of your cunt, moving your hips to accompany the thrust of your digits.

“I need more, please.” You wailed, the edge you’d wanted to revisit so badly gradually inching into view.

“You really want my help, baby?” He asked, almost as if he were undecided. That couldn’t be it, though. There was no conceivable way Chan could doubt your desire to have him, in whichever way he was willing to give. He wanted to hear you beg some more, didn’t he? Wanted to hear just how badly you needed him, as if seeing it wasn’t enough.

“Please.” You gave him what he wanted, putting on your best forlorn expression to better your chances. It worked, a little too well judging by the haphazard way he fell to his knees in front of you. Whatever glimmer of self-discipline he’d been clinging to, it was gone now, and in its place: a man starved.

“You’ll tell me if you wanna stop, can you do that for me?” He looked up at you with hopeful eyes, his final attempt at giving you an out. An insincere part of him hoped you would, that you’d be the one to grasp ahold of your better sensibilities and put an end to your affair. But you didn’t, of course not, you never would, would you? He doubted it, not when your gaze exuded a level of desperation he was sure he’d only seen in wild animals. Instead, you nodded, teeth claiming your bottom lip as you did so. “Good girl.”

Chan wasted no time sliding a finger inside your warm walls, a drawn out groan falling from his lips at the spongy grip that took a hold of his digit. His hips shifted compulsively as you tightened around him, a second finger inching its way in as he studied every rise and fall of your expression. Another moan from your lips–another half-grunt, half-groan from his own. He pushed his digits deeper, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace, letting his knuckles brush against your velvety clit.

“Ugh, that’s good.” You practically screamed out, head tipping back with a wide open-mouthed grimace; face contorted in unimaginable pleasure. How was it possible to feel this good? You thought you’d reached the maximum capacity for bliss that night, but Chan was showing you an entirely new palette of gratifying hues.

“Barely touching you, darling. So desperate, hmm? Not been able to get off without me? Need me that badly?” He mewled, lips pressing wet, desultory kisses to your shoulder and collarbone. Your body twitched and seized beneath him, eyes rolling back at the sensation of his plump mouth against your hypersensitive skin. Every nerve felt as if it were going haywire, every brush of his bony flesh against your clit feeling like a rush of adrenaline. It was then that he did something truly toe-curling, the sudden feeling of something prodding at just the right angle inside of your tight walls; it had your spasming wildly beneath him.

“Yeah I need you, need you to make me cum–need your cock in me, want you to stretch me out.” You sang in between moans, hands clinging to his clothed shoulders, nails latching onto him harshly.

“Fuck, baby, slow down. Gonna take my time; you gotta take your time.” He panted, dark eyes finding yours in among the thick haze of lust that consumed you both. It had you moaning even louder, the combination of his intoxicating stare and that unidentifiable sensation threatening to push you over the edge prematurely.

“Oh god, so much better.” You whined, tears filling your eyes, forehead shifting to press against his own as you clung to him for dear life. The warmth that radiated from his body was like a balmy embrace, the rousing scent of his cologne only adding to the numbing of your senses. He smelled incredible; expensive and masculine but with an undertone of something musky and thrilling. You wanted more of it, more of him. Wanted to taste him, to feel his cock pushed so far past your walls you could feel him rearranging your guts; the head of his member visibly prodding at the pit of your stomach. You wanted his mouth on yours, tongue exploring the inside of your mouth until he’d discerned every inch of you, top to bottom.

You felt safe beneath his strong body, the hand that wasn’t busy splitting your open prying at your thigh until he managed to hook a leg over his shoulder. You felt your head fall back again, eyes squeezing shut as he sped up his pace, the room filling with the sound of your drenched pussy. The squelching was so lewd, so loud that you were sure you’d cum from that alone. Could feel it in the way your cunt clenched again and again, sucking his digits in and refusing to let them free.

“That’s ‘cause I’m curling them. Feel the difference?” He murmured, tone the only thing calm about him now. Looking down at him, you saw the frazzled expression painted across his handsome face, the frantic look in his eyes underpinning that same predatory stare. “Mmm fuck– gonna find your g-spot; gonna make you scream.”

“Chan, fuck, please.” You wailed, hips bucking upwards in motion with his thrusts. He pushed you down with his free hand, cheek pressing against the meat of your leg as he watched you intently. His attentive stare didn’t last long, though, not when your pussy was putting on such a pretty show for him. His arm was soaked, the chair beneath you was drenched, juices pooling on the floor by your clothes.

“So hot–stay still for me baby, did I hit the spot?” You could only nod now, moans coming out in pitchy screams as you bucked against his firm palm, desperately trying to fuck yourself with his fingers. You couldn’t describe it, the pleasure that was building inside of you, the edge that was careening so close to your helpless, frantic body that you could taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue.

“Yeah, think so, oh god, oh my god.” You found your words at last, whining disapprovingly when his fingers left your needy pussy empty in favour of pushing past his plump mouth. Your gaze drank him in as he did so, watching with narrowed eyes as he sucked on them. It was slow and erotic and downright torturous, a string of desperate moans tumbling from his glistening pink lips.

“Fuck you taste so good, let me taste you properly, please can I?” Apparently it was his turn to beg, his nose nuzzling against the inside of your thigh as he adjusted the leg propped atop his shoulder.

“Please, please, do whatever you want, own me.” You nodded frantically, wanting nothing more than to return to that blissed out state you’d been so caught up in.

“You want me to make this pussy mine, for real? Want me to fuck you rough like the slut you are?” You wanted him to mean what he was saying, but something told you he wasn’t. That was as a line you were certain he wouldn’t cross, not for now anyway, but you could live with that. A sentiment that rang even truer when you felt the rough texture of his tongue against your puffy, sopping cunt.

The reverberation of his moans only added to the intense wave of pleasure that overcame you, his frenzied ministrations causing your hips to buck, thighs closing around his head. He took it all, licking up and down your pussy as if lapping up your juices. Whatever lesson this was supposed to teach you about masturbation, you didn’t know, and you weren’t about to question him about it, not when you switched to burying his face in your leaking pussy, tongue fucking you with purpose as his nose prodded your swollen clit.

“Yes, please, sir–ruin me.” You grabbed ahold of his hair, earning another moan from the man as he continued devouring your drenched cunt. Every time he lapped at your sweet juices, more poured from your clenching hole, his tongue drinking up every last drop as he shifted between your entrance and your sensitive nub.

“Fuck this isn’t good.” He groaned, breathing out words in the short amount of time he spent away from your pussy; allowing him mere moments to suck in oxygen before he dove back in. “We shouldn’t be doing this, baby, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Ugh, that feels so fucking good.” This time he focused his mouth on your clit, lips wrapping around your bud as he pushed his fingers inside of you, thrusting in knuckles deep with a pace that bordered on animalistic. Your fingers gripped his hair just as aggressively, hips moving at their own accord as you felt the edge of your orgasm hurtle towards you.

“Good keep going, use my fingers fuck yes.” He moaned, breaths coming out in desperate pants against your sensitive clit. The gentle push of air paired with his relentless thrust of his fingers against your g-spot was enough to have you screaming, head falling backward, cunt convulsing as you felt that white light begin to encase you.“Shit you’re cumming so soon? Oh fuck, yeah, fuck, so messy.”

“Fuck, please, keep going– no why did you stop?” That feeling you’d been so frantic to chase, the bright, welcoming light that you’d been so ready to rush toward was ripped from you the moment his fingers exited your clamping walls. You looked at him in disbelief, body spent, skin aglow with sweat.

“It's your turn, do what I did.” He rejoindered.

“No, no please” You shook your head, tears welling over as you pleaded with him to give you release. This was bordering on mean, knowing how frustrated and desperate you were to feel that warm white release only to pry it from your begging hands.

“Come on pretty girl, you got this. Let me help you.” His palms ran comforting patterns across your skin, face still level with your pussy as his breath fanned across your sensitive core. You twitched beneath him, stare holding his own in hopes your beseeching eyes could reason with him.

“Not the same.” You murmured, shaking your head once more.

“Don’t be greedy now, come on.” He spoke, landing a slap against your clit in warning. Your hips jumped, sensitive pussy clenching around air as you greedily accepted your punishment. Despite your momentary disobedience, you followed his request, pathetic fingers moving down between you both to begin thrusting in and out of your weeping hole. “Good girl, keep going.”

“Need yours.” You sobbed, the feeling of your digits nowhere close to the pleasurable strokes of his thick, veiny hand.

“Hmm, why don’t we try a new toy? See if you can make yourself cum like that?” He suggested, and how he’d managed to maintain any semblance of his role as your sex therapist after annihilating your pussy with his pretty lips, you had no idea. Truly the man was a saint, he hadn’t even touched his hard cock once, too busy pleasuring you to even notice the impossibly tight feeling in his pants.

“Okay…” You agreed, body beginning to ache with fatigue.

“Keep playing with yourself, slap that pretty little clit around while I find a toy for baby girl to play with.” Chan commanded, and you obeyed.

You watched him walk the short distance to his desk, opening one of the cupboards to look over a collection of unboxed sex toys. The consistent branding told you it was probably a sponsorship deal, a collaboration of sorts. But you didn’t pay the toys enough attention to confirm this, no, instead you watched the way his back flexed, vein hands tugging at a box before returning it to its home. It was utterly unfair how even the back of him could drive you crazy; everything about him was thick, masculine and oozing sex appeal. Yet despite the plumpness of his arms, thighs and ass, his waist remained tiny beneath the crisp fabric of his shirt. You wanted to see what lay beneath his tight-fitting clothing so badly, the thought enough to have your fingers speeding up in a newfound wave of ecstasy.

“What about this? Long like my fingers, that’s what you like right?” He returned with a different vibrator. Unlike the other one, this had some sort of vibrating node for your clit; making sure to stimulate every inch of you it could touch.

“Lemme show you how this works, okay? Gonna use it just like the vibrator, push it up as far as your little cunt can bear.” Chan grumbled, tongue licking his lips as he lowered himself to his knees again. Removing it from its packaging with ease, he pressed the velvety device against your desperate cunt, quizzical gaze searching for any signs of hesitation.

“I can take it all, please make me take it.” You were quick to retort, squirming in anticipation of what was to come. You hoped, no you prayed, that this time he’d make you cum, not stopping till your body was limp and spent, eyes rolled back in your head and screams so pitchy not a sound came out. You wanted that, you wanted that so bad.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re all wound up baby, you sure you want that?” His voice was low, free hand coaxing your leg back over his shoulder as he peppered kisses to your inner thigh.

“Please, pretend it's your cock. How would you fuck me?” You whined, hands shifting to pinch at your nipples desperate for any form of release.

“No, no you can’t think like that baby.” He shook his head dismissively, using the toy to push up and down your gushing pussy, chuckling wickedly every time your body twitched.

“You want it too, don’t you? Wanna know what it’s like to fuck me? So do–” You couldn’t even finish getting the words out before he was shoving the toy into your needy hole with force, a dark expression atop his faltering features. “Yeah fuck, like that.” You screamed out, your pussy barely able to sheath the toy with how puffy and swollen your walls were.

“That feel good, baby?” He growled, teeth gritted as he pushed the device in and out of you with fever.

“So good.” You whimpered, bucking your hips in time with his thrusts.

“Gonna have to take over, you need to learn for yourself.” He reminded you, your head shaking in an instant.

“Not yet, keep going please.” You sobbed tearlessly, moans coming out in broken, melodic strings of half-cries and curse words.

“Haven’t even turned the vibrate on and you’re already clenching like a whore.” He tutted, tongue spilling from his lips as he got lost in your pleasure. It looked like he enjoyed this almost as much as you did, his brows furrowed in concentration as he took in every change in your expression.

“Can I touch you?” You whined out, hips bouncing in time with his expertly timed thrusts. Your hands reached out, starting to undo the buttons of his dress shirt with a growing desire to see him naked and exposed like you were. He didn’t show any resistance, even shuddering beneath the graze of your nails against his bare chest as you opened the unbuttoned top. He looked delectable; toned muscles flexing with every thrust of his arm.

“No, then I really will wanna fuck you.” He murmured, setting another boundary you had every intention of crossing; his forehead leaning down to press against yours, bodies as close as they could possibly be given the current position. His lust-filled gaze sparkled in the shadowed confines of your close faces, the soft whimpers and laboured breaths that left his parted lips sending your body into overdrive. You leaned forward to connect your lips, mouth ghosting over his for a nanosecond before he moved his face away from yours. You whined, aching to chase after him but opting to pry a little more instead.

“Will you touch yourself when it’s my turn then?” You questioned, hungry eyes searching his for any signs of defiance.

“You want that?” He whimpered, free palm pushing you down against the soaked leather chair once more, trying to keep your quivering body still beneath him.

“Yeah wanna hear you moan again.” You yelped, clenching again and again around the silicon toy, wanting more than anything to replace it with his meaty cock.

“Does that turn you on?” Chan asked, proud grin on his lips.

“So bad.” You murmured, head rolling back as you felt him graze against your g-spot with the tip of your new device. “Wanna watch your cock make a mess– oh my god I’m so close Channie~” He didn’t let you finish, turning the vibrator on mid sentence. The sudden change in sensation caused you to shake and convulse beneath him, creaming the toy with every pointed thrust he offered your greedy cunt.

“Yeah? Take over for me baby, fuck yourself like the depraved slut you are.” You could barely think straight, eyes glazed over with unadulterated, carnal desire.

“Fuck you’d break me open so good, want your cock so bad.” You mumbled, taking the toy from his grip to try and match his relentless pace. You weren’t even close, too tired, too rigid to compare.

“God, bet you do, never enough for your greedy little pussy is it? Just want more and more.” Chan mused, the sound of his belt clattering drawing your attention to his lower half. You watched eagerly, excitement growing with every push of his hands. He pulled his cock out hurriedly, leg still propped over his shoulder as he fisted the base of his cock.

You whined at the sight, free hand clawing at his half-clothed chest before gripping the meat of his upper arm. You hoped, pointlessly so, that the feeling of his toned muscle beneath your hold would ground you, keeping you steady as you worked yourself with the toy. The sight of him jerking desperately at his leaking cock, though, was far too compelling. Moans fell from his mouth, curse words interjecting every sinful noise.

You’d thought his pointed gaze was enough to hypnotise you, but the image of his stiff member as it oozed pre cum transfixed you in an entirely new way. You couldn’t look away, couldn’t tear your eyes from his thrusting hips and eager fist as it worked its way up and down his length. You were sure you’d not seen a cock quite as pretty as his, either. It wasn’t overly large but it was thick and veiny with an angry red tip that you knew would prod your cunt in all the right ways. You wanted it, you wanted him so bad. You were salivating at the thought, mouth gaping wide open at the prospect of it.

“Bet you’d fuck me dry, so desperate you’d milk my cock of every drop.” He groaned loudly, hips bucking into his first with an air of impatience.

“Yeah, want that so bad sir.” You could feel your high approaching once more, the edge coming into view in new and improved shades of technicolour bliss.

“That’s it, good girl, you’re doing so well.” He praised you, head lulling back as he hissed, teeth clenching, face scrunching; the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. His adams apple bobbed, thick neck glistening with sweat as he squirmed, face falling to rest against your leg.

“Cum on me, in my mouth.” You pleaded, trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts, imagination fixing on the idea of it being him fucking you like this.

“Fuck that’s so hot, you’re so fucking hot.” He instantly complied with your wishes, hand abandoning his cock momentarily in favour of getting to his feet. He gently lowered the leg once propped atop his shoulder as he did so, discarding his trousers and underwear properly when he was stood. He was frantic in his motions, wanting nothing more than to dump his load on your pretty face.

Hovering over you, he watched as you eagerly opened your mouth, head angled to allow him to aim the tip of his length toward your lips. He hummed at the sight, face scrunching again as he began to fist at his cock. The wet sound of his cum streaking the length of his member had you keening, tongue darting out to lick at his tip desperately. He bucked his hips at the new sensation, shoving his cock closer to your mouth in the process. You kept lapping at his head, enjoying the salty taste of his cum as it hit your tongue–the bitter flavour pulling pornographic moans from your throat.

“Oh god that feels amazing. Yeah, keep doing that baby.” He too moaned, pumping his cock relentlessly while you leaned closer to him, sucking the head of his twitching member feverishly. “Such a good girl, yeah, your lips look so pretty around my cock baby.”

“More.” You begged, the initial taste of his salty cum enough to have you craving more. You wanted all of it, wanted to feel his mushroom tip abuse the back of your throat, wanted to choke on his fat cock until breath became a necessity. You were positive you’d see the white, orgasmic light then, when you were deprived of all air, forced to take in every inch of him until he was done using you for his own pleasure.

“No, don’t be greedy. Take what I give you and say thank you like a good slut.” He landed a slap against your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to sting and fuck it felt incredible.

“Mmm, thank you sir.” You whined, complying instantly, pussy clenching around the toy still thrusting in and out of your numb cunt. Your arms were in a similar position, movements growing sloppy and slow as you tried to chase your high through till the end.

“Good, now you gonna cum for me?” He asked, fucking his fist with the same fierce pace he’d gifted you. “Yeah, fuck you’re so hot.” He moaned, watching you struggle to pleasure yourself, movements ragged and desperate as you became unable to control your limbs.

“So close, so so so– please.” You cried out, riding the toy with one final push of determined energy.

“That’s it, keep fucking yourself. You’re so close, baby don’t give up now.” He moaned out, his own high building with every snap of your hips, the noises your mouth and pussy were making so sinful it had his eyes rolling back. He resisted though, keeping his well-trained eyes on your abused cunt. You were struggling, he could tell, something in you not quite snapping the way you clearly wanted it to. It wasn’t your fault, he’d tired you out by now; he blamed himself for that.

“Come on, you can do better than that. Like this baby.” He abandoned his own pleasure again, hand leaving his cock to replace yours. His pace was exactly what you needed, your body convulsing the moment he replaced your sloppy grip.

“Oh god, yes, please keep going.” You cried, almost scared he’d deny you again.

“Yeah? You gonna cum? Look at the mess you’re making pretty girl, fuck, I bet it tastes delicious.” He growled, pushing the toy as deep as your puffy cunt would allow, angle directed toward the extra-sensitive spot you seemed to love so much. “You’re taking it so well, such a good little slut.”

“I’m gonna cum.” You wailed, hand gripping his, half-reacting to the sudden feeling of overstimulation that washed over you, the part of the vibrator pressed against your clit sending you into spasms with every hard thrust.

“That’s right, come on baby, good girls cum– you’re my good girl aren’t you? Gonna cum like sir told you to?” He growled, the possessive tone that had overtaken him sending shockwaves across your limbs.

“Yeah, yeah fuck! I’m-” You didn’t have time to respond to his pleas before you were thrown from the edge, same white light blinding you in the process. You lost all feeling, all consciousness as you came, the explosions errupting throughout your spent body going unnoticed by your fucked out mind. Your chest heaved as you started to come to, hand still clamped around his now motionless wrist as his voice broke through your heavy breathing.

“Shit, you squirted everywhere baby. Fuck that’s so hot.” You whimpered, scrambling to sit up in embarrassment. You looked at the chair first, the leather slick with your release, but it wasn’t until you gazed at Chan that you saw the extent of it. His white shirt was dotted with wet spots, looking almost like the splatter of something colourless. His hand and arm were soaked, chest glistening too.

“Sorry.” You frowned, suddenly embarrassed by the mess you’d made.

“Shh, don’t be sorry, you did so well baby; look at you, so messy, so pretty.” He was quick to assure you, abandoning the vibrator in favour of cupping both your cheeks. You took each other in for a moment, no words spoken between you as your eyes lowered to his lips. One of his hands moved toward your chin, tugging our gaze upward again; not letting you linger with the thought of kissing him.

“Lemme make you cum.” You spoke after a beat in time.

“No, no lovely girl, you need to rest a second.” He smiled, pad of thumb caressing your plump bottom lip before he shifted, seemingly ready to clean you up and send you on your way. You weren’t ready for the moment to end, though. Couldn’t bear the thought of not getting to see him like this again for another month, or, god forbid, longer.

“Then use me to finish.” You reached for him, grabbing ahold of his wrist before his back could straighten, reaching his full height.

“Baby, fuck.” He moaned, clearly battling with the idea of you crossing yet another of his lines. He couldn’t blame you, not wholly anyway, he let you do it easily every time. Deep down he knew they were nothing but silly justifications; a safety net to fall back on when he broke every rule in the book.

“I want you to.” You assured him.

“This is supposed to be about you.” He shook his head.

“Then do it for me, use my mouth.” Your persistence seemed to be enough for him, still-hard cock twitching excitedly at the prospect.

“Get on your knees.” His eyes darkened, turning to face you properly as he watched you position yourself on the floor, obedient as ever. “That’s it, good girl.” He swallowed thickly, guiding you toward his painfully hard length. He tapped your outstretched tongue with the tip, wordlessly ordering you to open wide.

“Tastes so good sir.” You mewled as he slid the base of his cock along your tongue, moaning at the texture of your muscle against his veiny member. His patience, or whatever was left of it, was slipping away with every messy lick of your tongue, his hand shifting to grip your hair.

“Squeeze my thigh if it's too much, okay?” Your nod was enough to have him pushing his length past your parted lips, cock giving you no time to adjust as he pushed his hips forward. “Such an obedient little slut, aren’t you? Touch your clit for me, want you cumming with my cock shoved down your throat.” He growled, pushing his length as far down your throat as your tight mouth would allow.

“Oh fuck yeah, yeah, yeah that’s so– ohmygod you feel amazing.” You moaned the moment he afforded you a few seconds to breathe. Your fingers toyed with your clit just as he’d requested, but you were far too focused on swallowing his member to focus on the tingling feeling between your thighs.

“Bet your pussy feels better though, doesn’t it baby? Filled all the way up with my fat cock.” He grunted, grip in your hair tightening as he thrust his length past your lips harshly. You squealed at this, sound muffled by the back and forth of his cock as he used your throat to chase his own release. It was hard to focus his gaze as he pushed his cock all the way to the base, your nose pressing against his toned flesh as you gagged, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Are you crying? Yeah? Sir giving it to you too rough? This is what greedy girls get–a throat full of cock.” He growled, any hints of his prior softness dissipated with the tightening of your throat around his sensitive length. He started setting a pace, no longer mindlessly pushing you down his cock. Rather he pulled out of your swollen mouth, giving you a few seconds to breathe before he thrust in, repeating that motion again and again with a frenzied persistence. If he had any doubts about your feelings on the matter, your soaked cunt gave it all away.

“God your pussy is drenched, sounds so good. Does it feel good, baby? Getting mouth fucked while you play with your little cunt for me?” He moaned, fucking your face with a new found fever, his approaching high numbing his senses until all that remained was the sound of your wet pussy clenching around nothing and the feeling of your tight throat seathing his desperate cock. In all of the blissful chaos though, the man couldn’t help but take pity on you; the tears streaming down your cheeks, drool coating your chin, was enough to have him pulling out. You instantly gasped for air, forehead falling against his thigh as you caught your breath.

“Sit up baby, spread your legs. Gonna paint your pussy with my cum–gonna make it mine.” He instructed, helping you back atop the chair when you looked at him with pleading eyes. Your chest still rose and fell, gaze glossy with fresh tears as you whimpered, barely able to register the possessive way he wanted to claim you beneath your heavy fatigue.

“You gonna cum for me too, yeah? gonna fuck my cum inside you with my fingers while you play with your clit.” He was back to those sinful rambles, an apparent sign of his impending orgasm as he worked his cock, hovering above your spread legs while he watched you circle your clit violently. “Good girl, good girl, fuck.”

“Yeah fuck, mine, my good girl, looking so pretty for me.” His pace picked up, abs tensing with every twitch of his cock. His tip leaked with presumptive release, small bouts of thick cum running down the head, aided in its journey by the drying slick of your spit. “So useless without me aren’t you baby? Can’t do anything without me, need me so badly.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh god.” His words had you quickly barreling toward the edge again, consciousness slipping as you fell in and out of subspace.

“Say you’re mine.” He growled, face contorted in the hottest expression you’d ever seen. He looked determined, the first that fucked his cock thrusting at such a frenzied pace you wondered if it was painful. “Mmm” Was all you could manage, before a harsh slap to your cunt was enough to jolt you away from the fucked-out state you found yourself in.

‘Say it, slut.” He insisted.

“I’m yours, all yours; only yours. No one else can make me feel like this, not even me, this pussy belongs to you.” Your words were all it took, his entire body shifting, twitching and shaking at the sudden onset of his climax. His knees almost buckled, the half-awkward position causing his muscles to burn and tense as he milked his cock of its stringy cum. Moan after moan fell from his lips as he watched it splatter against your lower half, your hungry cunt clenching as the warm liquid painted your clit and abdomen.

Lowering to his knees again, he kept his promise, pulling your hand away from your puffy clit in favour of collecting up all the cum that settled on your skin, sticky substance coating two of his digits as he shoved it inside your overworked pussy. “Cum for me, come on. Don’t make me spank you again.”

You moaned out, shrill noise almost awakening his cock once again as he drilled your cunt with his fingers, pushing his cum as far into you as your swollen walls would allow. “Good girl, that’s a good girl; such a good little cum slut.” He cooed as you lost all control, body seizing beneath the weight of another orgasm; the wave of ecstasy so sudden and unexpected it stole the air from your lungs, the noise from your voice.

Chan rode you through your high, pressing kisses to every inch of your inner thigh, fingers slowing to a halt inside you. Sweet praises filled the air as he pulled his digits from your defeated cunt, palms rubbing soothing patterns against your skin. He kept this up until the ability to move seemed to finally return to your aching limbs, your body shifting to sit upright. Your breathing was laboured as his eyes leveled with yours, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort.

“Are you okay?” He asked, fingers back to tracing your skin affectionately; an action that felt just a little too sweet considering the events that had just transpired. You nodded, still not quite able to form words as you moved forward, pulling him into your embrace, desperate to lean on him for support. He let you, of course he did, arms wrapping around your fatigued body as he pulled you against him. Your head fell to the crook of his neck when you lowered from the chair, awkwardly positioned atop his kneeling form until he shifted to accommodate you.

For a moment you stayed like this, the sounds of your breathing the only thing breaking through the heavy silence. It gave you both time to think, to come down from your post-orgasm bliss and retrace the events of your appointment.

“Fuck, what are we doing.” Chan was the first one to speak, a heavy sigh pulled from his downturned lips.

“I don’t know but I don’t want it to stop.” You whispered, neither of you making any attempt to put distance between you.

“We have to.” His response was instant but insincere, there was no denying that now. Not even your anxiety could trick you into believing that Chan didn't want this.

“But do you want to?” You asked, making the first move as you pulled back to look him in the eyes. Maybe his mouth lied, but his gaze never could.

“...No. do you?” He said after a beat in time, large gaze studying you just as you did him. His palms moved to grip at your bare waist, a single hand shifting to run up and down your right side, tracing the curve of your hips as he waited expectantly.

You smiled, the fireworks that erupted behind every one of his caresses giving you the answer you'd been looking for: “Never.”

“Never?” Chan stared at you dubiously, hand stilling at this.

“Never.” You didn’t hesitate, head shaking. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, eyes flicking from feature to feature in search of any insincerity. He found none, only a flourishing of adoration that threatened to grow tucked behind your gaze.

He decided to believe you. You decided to believe it too–hoped so badly for it to be true–wanted so badly to have finally found the cure. Needed so badly for him to be the cure.

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A/N: jfc i nearly didn't finish this in time oopsies! semi-unedited again so apologies for any sloppy writing in places. thank you all for 200 followers!! next chapter is due for release at the 350 milestone <3

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