hyunles

[hyunles]

lazily riding han jisung

💕 but you both still desperately need each other NSFW drabble, MDNI. hyunjin / seungmin / chan / changbin wc: 485

Everyone else is asleep. He should be quiet. He should stop moaning. However, he’s buried deep inside his pretty girl, and he wouldn’t notice if the world ended right now. You’re on his lap, kissing down his neck, driving him insane. He angles his head to give you more space, and moans even louder as you take advantage of it. 

You shift your weight, pushing him deeper inside you. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder. Everything about him - his scent, his touch, him - invades your senses. He’s brushing the perfect spot, and you’re not even moving yet. Like he’s reading your mind, he slightly squeezes your hips, his fingers digging into where they rest. 

His eyes are big behind his glasses. His chest rises and falls with how heavily he’s breathing. 

You rotate your hips, enjoying the view of his eyes rolling back into his skull. You moan in tandem - the sensation is too delicious for you to stop now. You repeat your motions. His high-pitched whine only spurs you forward, chasing the sensation of his cock hitting deep inside you again and again. His nails dig deeper into your skin. Already, the pain mixed with pleasure is almost too much. 

He’s not doing much better. Each time you moan his name brings him closer to the edge. He needs you to finish before him. He moves his hand to grip your inner thigh, thumb barely brushing your clit. He looks up at you, tears shining in his eyes. “Can I, please?” he breathes out. 

You nod so fast your vision slightly blurs. 

“thankyouthankyouthankyou” 

Then he’s pressing slightly harder, rubbing lazy circles while staring intently at where he’s connected to you. His glasses fall slightly down his nose. He doesn’t care. 

Fuck. Your movements get sloppier as the pleasure builds. His bedframe scrapes against the wall when you speed up. He’s incapable of forming words, just babbling half-sentences of praise. “Fuck, baby - so good for me - please - fucking please,” spills out. 

He can feel how close you are with how you clench around him. He just needs to hold on for a bit longer. He keeps rubbing your clit, and lifts himself up to kiss you. His lips work against yours, hoping he can convey his passion through it. 

Your orgasm hits you like a train. Your moans grow in volume as you try to ride it out. He never stops rubbing your clit. His own follows closely behind yours, spilling deep inside you. He breaks the kiss to repeat your name like a prayer.

You fall against his chest, both of you panting as you come down. His arms engulf you and squeeze you tighter against him. “Thank you,” he whispers against your cheek. Reluctantly, he moves you off his lap and ensures you’re comfortable laying against him. You two stay like that, holding each other, until you both drift off to sleep.

skz taglist: @emilyywhyy @velvetmoonlght @babybellsvr @opiumfidgetspinner @bahngarang @itzzzzzzyyyyydaaaaa @pixie-felix 

[hyunles]

Ceremony… of Felix’s Shirt

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Pairing: Idol!Felix x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Felix’s ABS, HIS SEXY ABS (sorry), no weird kinks in here don’t worry

Summary: There’s just something about this shirt that gets Y/N all riled up.

A/N: Guys, did I already mention this shirt??? I don’t think I did!

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He was so hot like this… god, that shirt. It clung to him in all the right places, and she couldn’t even think straight anymore. Felix knew it too—of course he did. He felt her shifting restlessly on his lap, unable to sit still, her fingers toying with the zipper of his shirt.

“Baby, sit still,” Felix murmured low enough so only she could hear.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes wide, lips parted. “Please, Felix… can we go?” she whispered, her voice almost breaking with need.

His hand slid firmly onto her thigh, grounding her. He prayed the others couldn’t hear a thing. “Just wait until Chan makes the announcement, then I’ll take you home. Okay?”

She nodded quickly, trying to behave, but he could see the impatience burning in her eyes. Felix smiled—half proud, half tortured. He couldn’t deny how hard he was getting just from how needy she was for him. His baby. Always so sweet, always so good to him. And god, she deserved it… especially when he knew how much that stupid shirt was driving her crazy.

While Chan spoke, Y/N didn’t hear a single word. Her attention was only on Felix. Her hands wandered over the tight fabric stretched across his chest, fingertips tracing the outline of his abs, the dip of his muscles. She brushed against his necklace, felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat—faster now, just like hers. She could feel him growing harder beneath her, and it made her cheeks burn as she admired her breathtaking boyfriend.

When the announcement finally ended, she lifted her gaze back to him. “Lixie,” she said softly, almost a plea.

Felix’s lips curved into a smirk, eyes darkening. “Yeah, baby. Let’s go.”

She practically lit up, beaming, as she hopped off his lap. A quick, polite wave to the other members—and then she was tugging him toward the door, heart racing with anticipation.

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But oh, she couldn’t wait. The second Felix shut the dressing room door, she spun to face him, her back pressing against the vanity.

He only smiled, shaking his head softly, strands of pink hair falling over his eyes. “Be a bit more patient…” he teased.

Patience was the last thing on her mind. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, yanking him closer until his hips pressed against hers. “You look so sexy in this shirt,” she whispered, breathless, tilting her head up at him. “I’m so horny, Felix. I need you—right now.”

His lips parted, a low curse caught in his throat. He bit down on his bottom lip as her hands went for his zipper, tugging it down just enough to slip her fingers inside, over the heat of his chest. The fabric gave way beneath her touch as she pushed the shirt aside, palms roaming greedily over the planes of his muscles. She slid higher, circling her thumbs over his nipples, and smiled when his breath hitched. She knew exactly how sensitive he was there.

“Fuck…” Felix groaned, his hand clamping down on her waist, grinding his hard length against the thin fabric of her dress. The friction made her gasp, her nails pressing deeper into his skin as if she could hold him there forever.

Her hand trailed lower, tugging the zipper further open. God, the ridges of his stomach, every flex of his abs beneath her fingertips—it made her dizzy with want. Her beautiful, unfairly sexy boyfriend, standing there trembling because of her touch.

Felix’s hands gripped her thighs suddenly, lifting her with ease and setting her on the vanity. The cold surface under her thighs made her shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his eyes.

“I said we should go home…” he muttered darkly, standing between her spread legs, “…but you wanted it here, huh?”

Her chest rose and fell quickly, the half-open shirt framing his muscles like a goddamn tease. She could barely think, only nodding, drunk on the thought of him fucking her right against the mirror.

His pant zipper came undone in one swift motion. “Show me your tits, come on, baby.”

She didn’t hesitate for even a second, tugging the neckline of her dress down and letting her breasts spill free for him. The way his gaze dropped made her thighs clench around his waist.

Felix shoved his boxers down just far enough to free himself, stroking his cock slow, deliberate, right in front of her. She whimpered at the sight, voice breaking. “Don’t take the shirt off… leave it just like that, please.”

“Yeah, baby,” he rasped, a smirk tugging at his lips, “you get what you ask for.”

The second she spread her legs wider, he chuckled, shaking his head. Of course she wasn’t wearing panties. His little vixen—always doing this when she wanted him so badly she couldn’t wait until they got home.

He dragged his cock through her folds, groaning low when he felt just how soaked she was. “Baby… you’re dripping just from this shirt? Fuck, you’re so gone for me.” His eyes locked onto hers as he rubbed the tip teasingly at her entrance, not giving in just yet.

She leaned forward, desperate, her hands roaming his chest again, fingers clutching at the open fabric. Her lips brushed his ear, voice shaking with need. “Put it in… please fuck me. Fill me up so I can walk out with your cum on my thighs.”

Felix’s jaw flexed. He gave one last stroke over his cock, then pushed inside her with a groan, stretching her open. “Just how I like it,” he growled against her neck.

Her only answer was a broken moan, her back arching against his chest, completely undone already.

She couldn’t stop touching him—couldn’t let go. That half-open shirt, the necklace swinging against his skin, the way every muscle flexed under her palms as he thrust into her—it was all too much.

“Felix—god, you’re so fucking hot—” she gasped, fingers clutching the shirt as if she could tear it open. “Your chest—fuck—your abs, look at you—”

Felix gritted his teeth, grinding in deeper, his grip bruising her thighs where he held her spread on the vanity. Her babbling made his cock twitch inside her, made him pound harder, rougher, until the vanity rattled against the wall.

“Baby,” he groaned, breath ragged, “you’re not even listening to yourself.”

But she wasn’t. She couldn’t. Her hands slid greedily over his chest again and again, tracing his muscles, pinching at the open fabric. Her words tumbled out between moans, desperate and broken. “So fucking sexy—this shirt, oh my god—can’t stop touching you—fuck, I love your body—”

He let out a breathless laugh, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth while still slamming into her. “Yeah? You love it that much, baby? Can’t keep your hands off me?”

Her nails raked down his chest, leaving faint red lines. She was nearly sobbing with need, clinging to him like she’d fall apart otherwise. “Yes—yes, you’re so perfect, Felix—so hot—please, don’t stop—”

“Not stopping,” he growled, driving into her so hard she cried out, head thudding back against the glass. “Not when you’re this fucking wet for me. Not when you’re shaking just from touching me.”

Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, dragging him impossibly closer, and still her hands wouldn’t let go of him. Clutching, roaming, worshipping every inch of him in that damn half-open shirt.

“Mine,” she babbled into his chest, kissing over his skin. “My sexy boy, my Felix—fuck, fuck—”

Felix’s smirk curved against her throat. He loved it—loved every messy, shameless word spilling from her lips. And he was going to fuck her until she was too wrecked to even speak.

Her words broke apart as he slammed into her harder, the vanity creaking beneath them. She opened her mouth, but all that came out were shattered moans, her voice too wrecked to form anything coherent.

“Y-You—ahh—” she tried. Her lips dragged across his skin, kissing, sucking, worshipping whatever part of him she could reach, but she couldn’t speak anymore. Just little cries and whimpers every time his cock hit deep.

Felix’s grip tightened on her thighs, holding her open, fucking her rough and fast. Sweat glistened along his chest, the chain around his neck swinging with every thrust, and she clung to him desperately, palms flat against his abs like she couldn’t survive without touching him.

“Baby…” he panted, voice wrecked, “you’re gone, huh? Can’t even talk—just drooling over my body while I fuck you.”

Her answer was a choked sob of pleasure, head falling forward against his collarbone. She couldn’t let go. Her hands traced every ridge of muscle, every line, trembling as her orgasm built like fire in her stomach.

Felix groaned low, feeling her tighten around him. “That’s it—fuck—squeeze me just like that, baby. Come for me. Make a mess all over my cock.”

Her cry was muffled against his chest. She was shaking, nails leaving faint scratches across his skin as wave after wave of release tore through her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, just clung to him like she was drunk on him, gasping against his skin.

Felix kept thrusting through her orgasm, a feral smile curving his lips as he watched her unravel. “So beautiful like this… all mine.” He buried himself deep one last time, groaning as he spilled inside her, holding her there, pressed tight against his chest.

All she could do was whimper, dazed and trembling, her hands still glued to his abs like she couldn’t let him go even now.

She breathed him in, chest rising and falling with his, her ear pressed against his heartbeat.

“Lixie,” she whispered softly.

“Yes, baby,” he murmured back, kissing the top of her hair.

“Can you… wear more shirts like this?”

He chuckled, still catching his breath. “Of course.”

She let out a strange little noise, half-grin, half-whimper, and buried her face against his chest. “I can’t walk, Lixie…”

“I know, baby,” he said gently, holding her tighter, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

[hyunles]

𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚

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~ pairing: bf!hyunjin x reader

~ genre: fluff

~ warnings: kissing, fluff, a bit emotional? long distance relationship, i didn't really proof read yet so sorry for any mistakes :( i tried my best!! lemme know if i should add anything else!

~ A/N: hii! this was a request ! i hope this was up to your expectations <3 i appreciate any feedback for improvement! this was honestly such a good request! thank you!!

~ w.c: 1.1k

~ song rec: paper mache world by matilda mann 🫶🏻

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Having the love of your life so far away from you is really hard, but the yearning to be together is what makes it even more meaningful. Thinking about that moment when you both will finally be able to see each other - not just through a screen. That moment where you'll be able to hug each other and feel the warmth that video calls never really gave. That moment where kisses won't be just to the pixels, but actual lips.

It was hard, yes - but that's what makes it even better when you know you'll be meeting him in a couple of hours. After being apart for years, the wait was worth it - because it meant being with the boy who you love so much.

Hyunjin has been such a good boyfriend, he has been with you through all your highs and lows - and you have with him. You want to make him the happiest, therefore you had been planning this since last month.

It gave you so much serotonin to know that soon you'll have him in your arms. Getting Chan to line up schedules and plan it all with you was very helpful and the reason why you could carry it out smoothly.

On arrival, you quickly went inside - after Chan handed you a spare key - and put up small little things around his apartment. It was just to confuse him before he would see you.

You kept some fresh flowers on the kitchen counter that you bought during the ride here. You also got some gifts for him that you set up in places that he'll surely see. After all of that, you went to his room and hid behind the door.

Chan left after telling you that Hyunjin will be coming any minute now. He was gone for a few hours with Seungmin. Your heart was beating so fast, you felt your cheeks heating up as well. You couldn't wait to just attack him with kisses.

After some time, you heard the door open and knew it was him. Your stomach did a flip and you were almost shaking. It took everything in you to not just immediately rush out and hug him.

Hyunjin was definitely confused while coming home. He first saw the random flowers but didn't think much of it since he knows Felix changes them a lot. Then he saw the gifts - one on the couch and one near his bedroom entrance.

He first examined the gift on the couch - which was small. He opened it to find some matching jewellery and a polaroid of him and you - it was edited to have you two next to eachother since you of course couldn't take pictures together due to the distance. Although the signs were there, his cute little dumb mind still didn't realise what this could mean.

He then went to the gift near his bedroom entrance. He opened it and saw the paint set he had his eye on for sometime. Along with that - a note saying 'surprise!'.

He couldn't believe the sight he saw while looking up, you standing there shyly - hands behind your back. That smile he has seen so many times on screen - the one he so desperately wanted to kiss.

"Surprise?" You said in a soft voice. The paint set fell with a thud on the floor and he practically jumped on you to hug you. You felt his arms wrap around you for the first time ever - his scent engulfing you and instantly comforting you. You returned the hug in a matter of seconds, wrapping arms around his neck.

You heard little sniffles from him and started crying too from the sheer amount of happiness you felt.

"Baby how the heck? When?" He mumbled, refusing to look up since he was definitely crying. He just buried his face more into your neck, holding you impossibly close as if this was a dream and he was afraid if he let go, he'll be alone again.

You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair which had grown a little now. You were surprised when he shaved it and showed it to you on call for the first time. He was thinking you might not like it but all you could think about was how handsome he looked.

"I've been planning this for a while now.." You said between your own sniffles. You then cupped his face, making him lift his head up. His eyes were glossy, his lips quivering a little but the smile on his face was so content that it made you immediately lean in and kiss it. He kissed you back desperately - he always imagined it during all those nights he couldn't sleep. It wasn't surprising that the real thing felt even better.

You don't know how long you both kissed for, but when he pulled away to caress your cheek, you noticed his lips were swollen and so were yours.

You both stayed on the floor, chatting about anything and everything - all while he held you close as you cuddled up in his lap sideways. He couldn't stop looking at you as you talked - his eyes holding so much love. He showed you all his art work. You had already seen them but it was nothing compared to real life.

You stayed close the whole day - hugging, kissing, talking, cuddling. You even made him some food and he practically melted while tasting your cooking. He still couldn't process you, the person he loved the most, standing in front of him smiling. You both did all the things, that you could only dream about a few months back.

At night when you both were laying together on his bed, you cuddled up to him with his finger circling on your arm, he kissed your forehead and whispered, "Y/n, I am utterly completely madly in love with you."

His voice had cracked a little, you could see his eyes getting glossy again - reflected by the dim lights outside the dark room. He was staring at you feeling so satisfied. You kissed his lips softly, feeling him melt every time you did so was something you loved.

"I love you too, Jinnie, every second more than before." You replied, smiling up at him. He only pulled you closer as you both drifted to sleep to the sound of each other's heartbeats and soft breathing.

For you both, the distance and waiting only made each moment even more sacred.

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[hyunles]

A² + B² = C² !

nerd!jisung who can’t handle it when you sit on his lap during “study sessions,” pretending you just need a better view of the textbook. His glasses are slipping down his nose as he tries to explain some equation, but the words fall apart when you grind down on the bulge in his sweats. He stammers something like “f-focus” even while his cock twitches pathetically beneath you, already wetting the front of his pants. He swears you do it on purpose, flipping your hair like you don’t notice how hard he is, giggling when you finally brush your hand over him and feel how much he’s suffering just from being close to you. He hates how easy you make him—how his body jumps with excitement every time you tease him—but he’ll still beg for more.

nerd!jisung who’s so painfully insecure about how much he wants you that he won’t ask directly—he’ll just fuck his own fist while scrolling through the secret folder of pictures he’s saved of you, or bury his face in the panties you left behind after staying over. He hates himself for being so desperate, so awkward, but he can’t stop thinking about the way your pussy would feel squeezing him, how good it’d feel to finally push into you and lose himself. All he can do is rut into his hand, muffling broken gasps of your name into his pillow while imagining you clawing at his back and begging him to go deeper. He tells himself one day he’ll work up the nerve to do something about it, but until then, all his filthy thoughts stay trapped inside his room.

nerd!jisung who’s charmingly awkward even when he does get his hands on you, saying the dumbest things when he’s between your legs because he can’t stop thinking out loud. He can’t meet your eyes while he’s fucking you, his face buried in your neck, glasses skewed and fogged up while he mumbles about how “y-you feel so good, so so good.” He doesn’t know where to put his hands when you kiss him, fumbling between your waist, your hair, your tits—wanting to touch everywhere at once but not knowing how. He’ll finger you under your skirt in the library, trying to sound smart while whispering about how good you’re dripping for him, only to give himself away with the way his voice cracks every time you whimper his name.

nerd!jisung who looks like the shyest, most harmless boy in class, but the second the door’s shut behind you he’s a mess of hunger and filth. He’ll shove his face between your thighs like he’s starving, glasses digging into your skin as he moans louder than you do, rutting against the mattress while he eats you out. He loves the taste of you so much he’ll whine when you try to pull him up, pawing at your hips like a desperate puppy. And when you finally let him fuck you, he’s so overwhelmed he can’t stop running his mouth—half praise, half whiny porn-level filth spilling out while he begs you to pleasepleaseplease let him cum inside.

[hyunles]

HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THE COMEBACK, WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE SONG

im dead, I've been listening to it for 12 hours now lmao

[hyunles]

So what about virgin Han and a hot slow makeout session that leads to some dry humping?? Imagine him whimpering and begging all dumbly cause he just needs to cum

ooh my god.

it had started as gentle touches to his thighs, his arm around your waist as you watched a movie together in your living room - and before you even knew it he was pulling you into his lap for a quick makeout sesh.

now, yeah, he's a virgin - but that doesn't mean he isn't well versed in the art of kissing and bumping and grinding. but he usually keeps that stuff to himself. he likes getting off on his own because he's too shy to make a move towards you, even if you've been dating a while now.

his hands explore the warmth of your waist, thumbs pushing up beneath the hem of your top as he holds onto you. he's all breathless and flushed just from the way you kiss him, sucking on his tongue and making him feel so desired. he gasps into your mouth each time you adjust in his lap, and eventually he gives in and rolls his hips up against your own to try and chase the friction.

you seem to catch onto what he wants, not pushing any further but indulging in his needs. your hips roll down and meet him halfway each time, his cock painfully hard and leaking against the inside of his sweats as he ruts up against you. his body aches for it like you're a craving he can't get enough of.

the kisses fall weak on his end the closer he gets to his high, his mouth just open against your own. you're kissing him while he just moans, whimpering out against your tongue as spit coats his lips. his tongue slides out to make everything easier for you and he seems to know he's not doing much, letting you do all the work while he gets off beneath you. he can't even open his eyes because he knows he'll lose it if he sees you gazing back at him in the heat of the moment.

and it's embarrassing, the way he spills in his sweats and the way it's so fucking much. he chokes and his brows crinkle, eyes squeezing shut as his thighs quiver beneath your weight. his fingertips dig into your sides to try and keep you close to him, holding your hips down against his own while he rolls them back up and rides it out.

he'll make sure you get off, too, somehow - but he might ask you to do that again in the future because that was by far the best thing he's ever done in his life.

[hyunles]

Late Night Rules

paring: bangchan x femreader

gender: smut

word count: 892

warnings: public sex, fingering (fem recibing), sex witout protection (dont), dirty talk, dom!bangchan

KARMA Serie

The practice room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of your labored breathing. The mirrors reflected every drop of sweat on your skin, every twitch of your body as you struggled to keep up with the demanding routine. You were supposed to be focusing—but his presence made it impossible.

Bangchan’s hands gripped your hips, his thumbs pressing just hard enough to leave a memory on your skin. “You’re stiff,” he whispered against your ear, his accent rough, voice husky from exhaustion and something else entirely. “I told you—don’t fight the rhythm. Feel it.”

Your chest heaved. “I–I’m trying,” you stammered, though it sounded more like a plea than a defense.

The corner of his mouth tugged upward, that dangerous smirk that always left you breathless. His fingers trailed up your spine, deliberately slow, making your knees weak. “Trying isn’t enough. I know you can give me more.” His words dripped with double meaning, and you hated how much your body responded.

You shouldn’t be here alone with him. Everyone else had already left. Your brother trusted him to “help” you practice, yet the way Chan’s eyes devoured you in the reflection of the mirror was nothing a brother’s friend should ever allow.

“Let’s take a different approach,” he murmured, spinning you around until your back pressed against the cold glass. His gaze locked with yours, dark and commanding.

“Wh–what kind of approach?” you asked, breath hitching.

“The kind that makes you forget every rule.” His lips crashed against yours before you could protest.

It was nothing like the careful way he acted around the others. This was hungry, reckless. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming it, while his hands roamed with zero hesitation. His palm slid beneath your shirt, tracing the outline of your bra, his fingers squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

“Chan—” you breathed, but the name left your mouth like a secret you weren’t supposed to say.

“Shh,” he growled, pressing you harder against the mirror. “If anyone knew… if your brother ever found out—” His lips brushed your jaw, your throat, scorching every inch. “But that only makes me want you more.”

The forbidden weight of his words curled low in your stomach. You knew this was dangerous, yet when his hand slid beneath your skirt, parting your thighs, you couldn’t pull away.

“Hold on,” he ordered, guiding your hands to the barre. Your grip tightened until your knuckles turned white as he lifted your skirt higher.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he groaned, sliding two fingers over your panties. The friction made your knees buckle. “Dripping for me when we shouldn’t even be touching… god, you’re dirty, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, heat burning through your cheeks. “I—no, I—”

“Yes, you are.” He tore the flimsy fabric aside, sinking his fingers inside you with no warning. The sudden stretch made your cry echo through the room. “That’s it. Moan for me. Let everyone outside hear how desperate you are.”

“Chan—please—”

“Please what? Use your words,” he demanded, curling his fingers until your body convulsed around him. His thumb rubbed ruthless circles on your clit, making your legs shake violently. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

Your pride shattered under the pressure. “I—I want you to fuck me,” you confessed, broken and needy.

“Good girl,” he growled, pulling his fingers out and shoving them between your lips. “Taste yourself.”

The sinful act made your thighs clench. His pupils dilated watching your tongue obey. He cursed under his breath, unzipping his pants in a rush. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip. He dragged it along your folds, coating himself, making you whimper with every tease.

“Beg me,” he ordered, voice rough.

“Please, Chan… I need it. I need you inside me—”

That was all he needed. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Your scream bounced off the mirrors, your hands gripping the barre so hard your knuckles whitened.

“Shit—you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, snapping his hips hard against you. “Like you were made just for me. Your brother would kill me if he knew I was balls-deep in you right now.”

His words sent a shock of heat straight to your core. Every thrust was deep, punishing, his cock hitting spots that made your vision blur. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the practice room, obscene and loud.

“You feel me here?” he grunted, pressing a hand to your lower stomach as he pounded into you. The pressure made you cry out, clenching harder around him. “Fuck—you’re squeezing me so good I won’t last.”

“I can’t—Chan, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he snarled, thrusts becoming reckless. “Cum all over my cock like the filthy little slut you are.”

Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and overwhelming, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you screamed his name. He groaned low, thrusting deeper until he spilled inside you, filling you so much you could feel it leaking down your thighs.

He didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, still buried deep inside you, both of you trembling.

“This is so wrong,” you whispered, breathless.

He smirked, licking the corner of your mouth. “That’s what makes it perfect.”

[hyunles]

𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 | 𝗸.𝘁𝗵

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synopsis 𝜗𝜚 spiderman .ᐟ taehyun ៹ fem.ᐟ reader ᧁ;smut ˒ spiderman au

warnings ⋆˚꩜ smut (minors dni!) , kissing, oral (fem receiving), cum swallowing. + more I will add.

synopsis୨୧ taehyun was supposed to help you study for an upcoming language exam, but he stood you up to save the city. He blew his cover trying to explain himself, but he proved himself trying to make it up to you

.ᐟ authors note ⋆ ͘ . FINALLY! I've finished the first imagine in this marathon. I haven't written smut in a while, so i'm a bit rusty lol, but I'm so sorry for the long wait. Thank you all for being patient with me I appreciate it sm! want to get notified for each chapter? comment for a tag!

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Wrong!

Wrong again!

My goodness, why couldn’t you get this question right? You stared at your laptop with furrowed brows and strained eyes. Rereading the question that was presented to you again. You were trying to prepare for your Language exam that you had coming up, but it’d be a lie if you said you weren’t struggling. You groaned to yourself as you read the question yet again. It was simple, sure, but your brain was fried from the previous questions and constant cramming you were trying to fit in throughout the day. Despite your persistence, you still continued to get the question wrong over and over again.

“I can’t fucking do this.” You groaned as you shut your laptop in frustration, finally giving up. You got up from your desk and made your way to your bed and flopped down with a big huff as the plush comforter made contact with your skin. Grabbing your phone from your bedside table you checked the notifications you had gotten during the time you spent studying.

You tried. You really did. Putting your phone away to decrease your distractions and setting a timer to keep track of your studying. You tried your hardest to study effectively. You just felt it all go to waste when you had to study languages. There was just something about the questions you couldn’t grasp.

You scrolled through Instagram, mindlessly double tapping as you saw a post that peaked your interest. Checking and replying to DM’s that you had gotten. Then it hit you.

Kang Taehyun.

You were moderately close to the pristine dork. He was good in academics and athletics, and it almost brought a twinge of jealousy to your veins. You could ask him to help you with your language studies, you were sure he’d be able to do it with ease. With a small moment of contemplating you searched for his profile on Instagram and began to type out your DM. With a few tweaks and rereading, you sent the message, heart beating as you anxiously bit the fraying skin on your lip.

You didn’t expect him to answer so soon, you figured he had better stuff to do. Like studying himself or trying to come up with the cure for cancer. Not texting his struggling classmate back in a matter of minutes, but there you sat on your bed with his DM lighting up your phone.

‘Yeah! I can totally help you! What day is good for you?’

You pumped your fist in the air in congratulations before typing out your next message. Relief and gratitude flooding your senses.

‘Is Wednesday good for you? Maybe your house?’

Was suggesting his house too forward? Fuck. You just blew your one chance. You thought as you stared at your screen watching his text bubble appear and disappear for what felt like forever.

I'm sorry. that probably sounded pretty forward. I just have little siblings so my house is pretty loud. We can totally study at the library or something!’

‘lol my house is fine. I’ll see you later.’

An invisible weight left your shoulders as you saw the message of his agreement. You felt a certain pride swell in your chest as you smiled to yourself. ‘the’ Kang Taehyun was going to tutor you and just that sentiment alone would make anyone at your school believe you would pass an exam with flying colors.

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You walked through the halls of your school, passing students who were also on their way to class. The noise of the clamoring student body barely heard over your headphones. You were making your way to calculus with a little trudge in your step as you did not want to go to the class. You watched in boredom as some students were at their lockers grabbing books or putting up items from previous classes. That was until your eyes focused on a certain tall and lean man who was changing out his books and chatting with his friend.

“Hello, Taehyun. Hello, Kai.” You greet them as you walk up to them. You saw Taehyun freeze for a slight moment then trying to cover up his brief pause. “You’re still up for this evening, correct?” You asked with a warm smile.

You did not have anyone to tell this to, but you thought Taehyun was cute. The way you described his charm was that of a clumsy puppy. Someone who was just too sweet and bashful for their own good. Two of the many qualities you admired about Taehyun. “Ye-yeah! Unless you’re not up for it. I mean we can reschedule. I-I mean we don't have to reschedule…if you don’t want to.” Your smile grew wider as you listened to the man ramble. It was cute.

“Yes, I am still up for it.” You chuckled. “Thank you again for your help, I really do appreciate it.” Taehyun closed his locker. “I’ll see you then.” He smiled. Y/n smiled back and gave a quick goodbye before leaving for your next class.

Taehyun let out a small sigh as he turned to Huening Kai. “When were you going to tell me that you had a study date today?” “It’s not a date, it's a tutor session.” Kai rolled his eyes and gave a small scoff. “We were supposed to watch Star Wars and build Legos tonight.” He said with a disappointed undertone in his voice. Taehyun’s eyes slightly widened for a split second as he remembered his plans with his friends. “I’m sorry I got nervous when she texted me and just said yes. We can do it tomorrow night. I promise,” He reasoned. “I’ll even buy the snacks.”

Kai smiled and nodded. “Okay fine. I’ll make sure to buy extra as collateral.” “Whatever. Let’s go to class now.”

As the boys made their way to class, you entered yours. Making your way to your seat you begrudgingly sit down and take out your supplies. As you sat in class waiting for your teacher to start his lesson for the day your mind began to wonder. You began to think about your upcoming study session and how it would play out. You two at his kitchen table, open books sprawled out around the two of you, you stealing glances at him as he explained a question to you.

Every time you go to answer something your hand would brush past his causing a red flush to engulf the apples of his cheeks. You dreamt how each sly touch made your chairs scoot closer. So close you could feel each other's breath fanning one another's face.

It sounded like heaven to you. You glanced up to the closest clock in the room and internally groaned at the sight of the clock hands telling you there was a whole hour and 30 minutes before you had your study session with Taehyun. That’s too long.

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20 minutes…

40 minutes…

1 hour…

1 hour and 30 minutes…

You continued to check your phone as you sat awkwardly in Taehyun’s room. His aunt had let you in because you had shown up a bit earlier than the agreed time due to being close by. The drink you had bought him dripped in condensation from sitting on his beside table for so long. You unlocked your phone once more and checked you messages, hoping he had sent a message, or had even seen the past messages you had sent him.

You sighed. You felt embarrassed for thinking Taehyun would have actually shown up to the study session you asked for.

You glanced at your phone clock one more time before sighing and getting up from his desk chair. You began to pack your stuff up, solemnly slipping your notebooks in your bookbag, gathering your pens and pencils and shoving them into your pencil pouch. You continued to gather your things, feeling like a dog with its tail tucked between its leg. This was humiliating.

That was until you heard a noise.

You froze in place, slowly turning around to see the source. Taehyun quietly slipped into his room through the window that was beside his bed. He shot something white and stringy at it to close it silently. He was dressed in a skin tight red and blue spandex suit. He pushed a button on his chest making the suit loosen. He turned around and his eyes met yours.

Shit.

His eyes widened with fear as his suit fell to the ground. You let out a gasp and covered your eyes. “Don’t mind me. I’m leaving.” You scrambled to grab your backpack with tightly squeezed shut eyes. Taehyun quickly grabbed a shirt from his bed and frantically put it on. “Y/n wait!” You reached for his door and he grabbed your arm. You flinched in surprise, trying to wriggle yourself out of his grasp, but he held on firm. “We can just do the study session some other time. I see you’re busy…Spiderman.” You nervously said, adding on the title as an afterthought, still trying to make your way out his room.

“Y/n, wait. “ He pleaded. He closed the door and pulled you closer to him, turning you around in the process. “Please, I know I messed up. But let me fix it.” Your eyes scanned his face for a crack of any other emotion but his face was drenched in sincerity.

“Let me make it up to you.” His voice strained and gravely. “Please.”

You let out a sigh. You dropped your bookbag and nodded. His grip slowly softened, his hands slowly caressing their way down to your hands, gently pulling you closer. “Maybe instead of an English lesson, we could do a more hands on lesson…like anatomy." His hands trailed to your waist, finding their way underneath your top.

You breathed hitched as his cold fingertips ghosted against your skin, goosebumps following close behind. You looked him in the eye. His pupils were dilated with hunger as they took in each of the features on your face. You were so engulfed in his face and how it was perfectly lit by the yellow hue from his desk lamp you did not even notice his hand moving away from your waist and slowly cupping your jaw. His touch so tender and warm you melted in his hand, warmth continuing to steadily pool in your abdomen.

He slowly closed the space between you and him, taking his time as your lips melted together. Your nose brushed against his cheeks, almost digging into his skin from the hunger that grew between you as you both continued to push yourselves closer together deepening the kiss. Your fingers began to tangle in his hair giving a small tug every few seconds that earned a groan from him. As the two of you continued your heated make out session, Taehyun guided you to the end of his bed where the back of your knees hit, making you fall back pulling him down with you in the process.

He pulled away, panting heavily as he admired the view in front of him. He climbed on the bed and positioned himself between your legs, pushing them apart with his muscular arms. Your eyes watched his every move, nerves beginning to settle in, but your overgrowing need for the boy in front of you overpowered any anxiety you had. He looked up at you, a small glint in his eyes. “Up.”

You did not hesitate to lift you hips up, and he followed suit, not even pausing before removing your bottoms and soaked panties in one swift move. As he uncovered your glistening cunt, Taehyun could've sworn he felt his mouth water. Feeling vulnerable under his gaze, your legs slightly closed, hiding the view of your swollen pussy from Taehyun, but he did not like that and was quick to force them open again.

After a few moments of admiration, Taheyun knew he had to make his next move. Watching you squirm under his gaze as he watched your tight hole clench around nothing made his eyes narrow in hunger, like a hunter seeing a deer in the woods. He dove down, hands gripping on the plush skin of your thighs to ground himself.

Licking a long stripe against your folds, making you shiver and bite your lip. It did not happen right away, but as Taehyun continued his kitten licks against your wet folds he watched your reaction, your hips involuntarily jolting up, your cunt begging for more.

Taheyun took his time tasting you. Each lick going deeper than the last, each stride slowly ending at your clit, finishing it off by softly prodding his tongue on the sensitive bud. You fingers tangled in his hair tugging with each jolt of pleasure he ensued.

Your soft moans turned into whines as he darted his tongue inside. You felt your core tighten and beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead and stomach. His hand slid away from your thigh and teased the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He slipped in a finger as he began to suck on your clit. He continued his ministrations, evoking a loud whine from your mouth and causing you to buck your hips. You chased his tongue and long digits like a marathon runner, trying so hard to make your way to the finish line. You bucked your hips so hard you were almost riding his face.

“Baby.” He cooed as he added another finger, using his free hand to hold you down by the hip. “I’m doing the work here.” He continued to pump his fingers in your hole, enjoying the feeling of your pussy clench around his fingers. You tried so hard to hold out, wanting this feeling to never end. You felt your vision go black as your high crashed down upon you.

Taehyun pulled his fingers away from your greedy cunt, watching your juices trickle down. You looked at him with hazy eyes, watching as he sucked the residual juices from his fingers. Chin glistening from a job well done.

“Not a lot of people can say they’ve been eaten out by Spiderman.” He boasted crawling between your legs to meet your face. “I’m sure not a lot of people could say they’ve been stood up by Kang Taehyun either.” You replied absentmindedly. He let out a scoff and pulled your face towards his in a kiss, tasting your juices with each exchange.

You broke the kiss as a thought entered your head. Angling your head back slightly you watched as Taehyun frowned faintly and cocked his head to the side in confusion. “You haven’t taught me any anatomy yet.” You stated matter-of-factly. He rolled his eyes lightly before pulling you back in “We’ll get there.”

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩｡･:*˚:✧｡

@chbq2 @tttubatttu @pupupukyoong

[hyunles]

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐎.

syn. it’s about time chan falls in love with something that will love him back, and while the script says music, you are hard to ignore.

wc. 6.6k

cw. heavy music infodump. lame attempts at humour. references to cunk on earth just because i can. i am a simp!chan believer so expect a lot of that. roommate!jeongin as a plot device. smut! oral (f rec). unprotected piv (wrap it before u tap it folks). chan has a thigh kink because I recently reread all of @therhythmafterthesummer's wereroomies installments (thoroughly recommended, honestly), and I think that's all, folks!

req! by anon right here. ohhhh i see you i hear you pookie this was very very fun, thanks<3

prompt: “So you’re jealous.”

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Music is the arrangement of sound to create some combination of form, harmony, melody, rhythm, or otherwise expressive content, and it is generally agreed to be a cultural universal that is present in all human societies, which he finds truly fascinating.

But what has Chan fascinated in this very moment, is that there seems to be something inherently romantic about music.

Now, not all types of music or songs express a romantic vibe, such as unrelated Belgian techno anthem, Pump Up The Jam. Chan thinks it’s not about the music per se, but rather that one, unanimous concept that englobes music as a whole.

It’s an art form consisting of sound and silence. It makes us feel things, even. Understand some kind of narrative that the composer put out in its melody, there it be how Vivaldi’s Four Seasons had four separate scenes for each movement, each depicting intricate pictures of how the composer viewed said season, or how Justin Bieber apologized to everyone and their mother —attention, Sorry was mentioned— for something this author hasn’t investigated. Or rather, well. Clocked, he’d say.

Nevertheless, feelings. Happy, sad, angry. It can calm us down and make us feel anxious. Chan knows this because he sat on the TV remote while watching a particular scene in Jaws, accidentally muting it, and the movie stopped being scary for a good three to five seconds, until his roommate Jeongin found the remote again.

Music speaks in the language of emotion. It bypasses logic, slips past defences, and nestles directly into the heart. It understands what plain words so often fail to express. It knows how to ache, how to tremble, how to yearn. It makes us able to feel just about anything, when in some cases, we wouldn’t even know where to begin. Even silence between notes can be electric, if it’s well played. It’s the only art form that exists purely in time, unfolding second by second.

Isn’t that romantic? How different sounds all mean and change something within each person that gets to hear? How the rhythm travels down from the tips of one’s toes up to one’s head and shoulders and makes us —at least the ones brave enough to go out and do it— want to dance our hearts out, even if most of us have no idea how?

He blinks, still half lost in thought, when you start giggling in cheeky excitement, having just remembered something Chan’s waiting to find out what it is. Or rather, what it’ll sound like.

“You haven’t taken out your laptop yet, so you know what time it is,” you say with a kind of chuckle that means fun, and Chris knows, feeling his cheeks grow hot with it. “It’s Britney, bitch,” you smirk.

You stand from the couch and leave his side, kneeling in front of the table that remains to the right of where he’s still sitting, and start fidgeting with the vinyl player, trying to turn it on.

A part of him doesn’t miss how the side of his thigh that wasn’t covered by the fabric of his shorts brushes against your thigh. A vague thought crosses his mind, something about how the short skirt you’re wearing looks good on you —even if good wasn’t the first word that came to mind, but thinking of it as something that tops ‘good’ or ‘pretty’ makes him feel a certain type of way, one that he keeps discarding into the back of his mind, so he settles—, but he makes it a point to barely acknowledge it, and instead fixes his position to take up more space from the couch, almost lying down, comfortable.

“What are you doing,” he doesn’t ask, but giggle. It’s summer, and he usually runs hot, but he misses the warmth you brought to the side of his leg, and notices the way your skirt rides barely an inch up your thigh because of how you kneel in front of the record player. He also tries not to acknowledge those thoughts either.

“Trust me on this one!” You smile, taking out a small vinyl from the plastic bag you had brought with you, grinning as you take it out of the plastic cover and softly settle it in his turntable. “You need to listen to this, it’s really good.”

Hell, some people even play music during sex. But Chan isn’t thinking about that when you smile and turn on the vinyl player in his studio apartment. Because thinking about sex while you’re in his home would be… weird… right? Too much for him. Friends. Friendly friends, you two are. No other… funny business. So he shakes his head, unconsciously hoping the thought flows out of it through one of his ears.

“Who’s this?” Chris smiles, leaning his head on his hand, his arm resting on the armrest of the couch.

“Lisa Ono. My wife, basically,” you let out in a mumble, and softly watch as the needle touches and starts scratching the spinning vinyl.

And as the music starts to play and the vinyl’s recording fills the apartment, a part of Chan agrees that there’s a reason he could be biased as to why he thinks music is inherently romantic. And that reason is linked to the fact that lately, he’s been listening to bossa nova a lot.

Bossa nova music, with its soft, sophisticated vocal rhythms and improvisations, and overall collection of lyrics, has to be one of the most romantic-inducing styles Chris has listened to. Ever, he might add.

No one yearns quite like they do in bossa nova.

‘It’s a fact,’ Chan reckons you’d say, followed by ‘and facts don’t care about your feelings,’ paired with a giggle. And he believes it as well. Lyrics that Chan has had to pass through a translator, lyrics he has found in many different songs —mostly ones that he has found through you and that have still stuck with him.

Examples almost fall from his mouth like a raging waterfall, but he picks one from the flood to spare the reader from wasting their time. When the singer Isadora sang ‘but it’s only the rain when it falls the one who kisses my lips,” what —if anything— could ever possibly compare to that?

There’s also something to be said about the way bossa nova gets hold of him, somewhat different from the way other music styles get to make him dance. It’s as if bossa nova softly asks for his hand, pulls him up gently from his sofa, and, accompanied by the sound of jazzy-like chords played by an acoustic guitar, teaches him how to sway his body to the rhythm.

What could be said is different, and as an answer, he finds nothing, because Chan’s brain seems to turn off the moment it isn’t the music asking him to dance, but you.

“C’mon, Chrissy,” you tease with that nickname you loved to use, only because of his mocked annoyance at it.

“Nah, nah,” Shaking his head, he chuckles, “floor’s all yours,” he says, shrugging you off by taking a sip from the canned beer you brought.

You side-eye him, letting out a playful ‘boo’ as you grin, and start butchering the Portuguese lyrics as one of the songs plays from the recording.

“Where did you even get this from?” Chris asks with a big smile, dimples at full display.

“I thrifted it,” you say with a proud tone as you sway your body to the music. “Lisa Ono Greatest Hits,” you let out with a smile, “an awesome find, honestly.”

If either one of you is aware that Chan’s eyes are locked onto your figure as you sway your body to the music, while seemingly attempting to summon demons with the way you’re singing the foreign lyrics to the song that’s currently playing, neither you nor he makes a comment about it. He takes a large swig of his beer, finishing it. Yours is still half full on the coffee table, watching you have fun, but not as intently as Chan.

Chris really enjoys when you invade his studio apartment like this. Ever since his roommate Jeongin found a part-time job that was able to deal with a couple of changes here and there so it’d fit with his classes’ timetable, the apartment had started to feel a bit empty in the evenings. As a producer, although Chan didn’t dislike working in the booth, which he could very well do at home, he probably would do so out of comfort. So, before, his roommate’s company had been totally welcomed, and even favoured over being alone most of the time.

He doubts you do it consciously. Matter of fact, it’s something Chan finds very endearing about you, because you manage to bring comfort and overall fun just by randomly popping up in his apartment anytime.

“You’re here?” He had asked in a gingerly surprised tone when he opened the door just this afternoon and found you at the other side of the threshold.

You only smiled, shrugging, which made it so that the cans of beer clanked against each other in the plastic bag you had brought with you.

“You said you were bored, right?” You had chuckled. “You’d do the same if I asked.”

It was so simple when you put it like that, and honestly, it disarmed him, weakening his little heart. It was the way you carried yourself from his door to his big couch, “best couch,” you’d mumble in comfort every time you let yourself fall limp to it, which always made Chan chuckle. The way you handed him the can of beer you had bought in a convenience store on the way here, opening it for him. The way you sometimes bought fruit because, as you put it, you ‘remembered he had mentioned craving it’. The way that when he was with his head deep into the computer, headphones so thick he could mostly only listen to his thoughts, aside from the loud music he was working on, and you’d suddenly hand him an apple slice, feeding him. The way you kept him company when he’d rest his headphones on his neck, and intently listened to whatever story he had about work, or talked about anything, really.

It was all so simple that maybe someone else would’ve brushed it off, but not Chris. When he says ‘hi,’ you hear ‘come over,’ and he truly believes there won’t ever be a moment where he doesn’t feel his heart kick its imaginary little legs whenever you’re the one behind the door.

He wasn’t one to ask for that sort of comfort, but Chan had to admit it felt… good. The first word he thought to describe it was otherworldly, but he feels too shy to even think of it that way. It was like you said, “you’d do it too if I asked.” You never did, but you both knew you weren’t wrong about it.

“What’s this song called?” Chan asks softly, grabbing his phone.

“Mhh?” You hum, distracted.

“I wanna have a look at the lyrics,” he sighs, sinking into the couch in a deep kind of comfort, lulled into it by the warmth summer reeks into his apartment, even with some of the windows open.

You stopped dancing, letting out a short “oh” pass your lips with a small grin. “Hold on, there’s a booklet inside the cover. Pretty sure they’re translated there.”

The moment when your fingers brush, when the plastic feeling of the paper moves from your hands to his, something inside him buzzes, but interrupting it and saving him from paying it any attention, your phone rings.

He’s about to tease you for it. Maybe let out a comment about how surprising it is that you don’t have your phone on silent for once. But, for some reason, it all dissolves in his tongue like a piece of candy.

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you look so giddy before, when you pick up the phone. Maybe it's because your voice turns soft when you reply, a simple ‘hi’ that a part of him wishes was meant to him. Which is ridiculous, because he has you quite literally in front of him. But when you smile and head into the less noisy kitchen, where the music coming from the turntable doesn’t reverberate in every corner, he hears your soft voice let out a sheepish, tender, ‘What’s up, baby?’

His heart stills, and if it were something more human-like, something within him tells him it’d frown. If it were dog-like —or rather wolf-like, you’d surely tease— its ears would have perked up.

“Baby?”

It’s like a piece of candy because your tone is just… sweet. Too sweet. He isn’t sure he’s ever heard you talk like that before. Maybe to Berry, when you’d FaceTime him and say nonsense through the phone, or when you’d tag along on a trip to the beach and stay at his parents’ place for the day.

But on the other side of the line isn’t a dog. You’re speaking like that to someone. Someone else.

He’s surprised when he realises he’s unconsciously trying to listen to the conversation you’re having. The music doesn’t allow him to, and neither does he move to find out more, because he’s… stunned.

You’ve been friends for years now. He knows you, maybe not as much as you know him, honestly, but he knows you. He knows he does. Even friends he has that you haven’t met know about you, not entirely on purpose, but because Chris can’t help but mention your name whenever something reminds him of you. Casually, offhandedly, but the fact remains —a part of him always has you in his mind.

He’s still stunned when you come out of the kitchen, all smiles, your eyes creased because of it, barely there. Even in his stupor, Chris can’t help but think you look so pretty when you smile like that.

“Chan, sorry, I have to leave,” you let out, excitement rolling off your tongue. Chan, you said. Not baby.

He clears his throat. What’s gotten over him suddenly?

“Did something happen?” He blinks, moving to sit on the couch with his feet planted on the floor. Ready to leave with you if you just uttered the word.

You don’t. Instead, you shake your head sideways. “No, no, it’s all good. I’ll call you, though.”

It happens before his very own eyes. Fast, in what feels like blinks, sort of like the vignettes of an old censored movie with scenes badly cut out. Like there are blank spaces in the way. One second you’re dancing, the next you’re all suns and giggles in the kitchen, then you’re in front of his door, putting your shoes back on.

“What about the vinyl?”

Chris almost curses out loud at the most stupid question he could’ve asked, from the myriad of choices he had, going from where? to why?, and even though not even his heart would dare to let it out, can I come with? also crosses his head.

You shrug his question off just as it deserves, because, Chan thinks again, it’s stupid. You don’t even look at him when you swat it off with a flick of your hand.

“I’ll just come back for it. Keep it safe!”

And after a loud bang of the door shutting close behind you, the only thing that keeps him from being completely alone is the suave voice of Lisa Ono, still echoing inside the room.

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Jeongin is used to finding Chris sitting on the couch when he arrives home.

Working in a dry cleaner has never been his first thought —not even his second, actually—, but for a part-time job, washing and ironing clothes for a couple of hours —in between other things—, isn’t that bad when all that he wants is to have something to bring back home at the end of the month.

The owner offered flexible hours for students like him who wanted to start saving up. As she told Jeongin, her grandson was about to move to start college, and she figured that she could still use some young hands and arms around. Jeongin liked her very much.

And so, it has become a routine, coming back home sore, smelling of ironed clothes and cleaning chemicals after being kindly bossed around by a woman in her late 60s, and finding Chris slouched with his laptop on his legs and thick headphones on, no matter the time.

Sometimes you’re there, too. Either watching something on the TV or scrolling on your phone while Chan’s head rested on your thigh as he stared into his laptop, or preparing dinner for the both of them. You usually didn’t stay long after Jeongin arrived, but he didn’t mind having you around.

Nevertheless, today —or, well, tonight—, Jeongin can tell something’s different the moment he steps out of the elevator and stands in front of the door. Tonight, there’s music coming out from the thin space between the door and its hinges. Music he knows sounds nothing like the style Chris usually works with.

When he opens the door and leaves his shoes on the rack in the small entrance, it stops being a wandering feeling to a full-on fact. There has to be something different, because, for the first time in months, Jeongin doesn’t find Chan working on his computer.

He’s sitting on the couch like he doesn’t know where he is, elbows resting over his knees like in a beat he’ll stand up and dash somewhere. He looks down at the floor with a puzzled, lost expression while he fidgets with a can of beer.

Jeongin pushes his glasses in a sort of tic.

“Yo, DJ,” he says in the low, comfortable tone he always teases Chris with. “I’m gonna make pack ramen. Want one?” He asks, leaning on the kitchen’s doorframe as he looks at him, waiting for an answer. When Chan replies with an absentminded nod of his head, Jeongin can’t help but feel a bit worried while he heats up the water and prepares the plates.

As soon as they’re ready, Jeongin lets out a groan when he takes a seat on the couch next to his roommate. He leaves the plate of ramen in front of the older man, settling the chopsticks on the table next to it.

Only when he sits down, he notices that next to the empty can of beer Chan had been fidgeting with lies another can of beer that his roommate hasn’t touched.

“Was noona here?” He asks, even though he knows. There’s lipstick on the side of the can, and Chris would have texted him if he had invited over someone he didn’t know. He’s nice like that.

With that comment, Chan blinks, and finally reacts. 

“Oh, uh, yeah.” He mumbles, licking his lips, grabbing the chopsticks and the plate of ramen and starting to eat, slowly. “Thanks,” he lets out lowly, appreciating the gesture.

Jeongin shrugs, crossing his legs as he sits comfortably on the couch. “Why d’you sound off though,” he mumbles with his mouth full of hot pack ramen noodles.

It’s not properly formed as a question, so maybe, just maybe, Chris can ignore it and go on with this weird night he’s having. But, maybe because he had made him dinner, he turns to face Jeongin and attempts to make sense of what had happened barely half an hour before the younger one arrived.

At this retelling of events, Jeongin just blinks. He takes his glasses off and hangs them on the neck of his shirt while he slurps the last bits of his plate and shrugs.

“Just… left, huh?” He mumbles, chewing on the ramen still in his mouth.

Chan nods.

Jeongin mulls it slowly in his brain, and he stands up to leave the plate inside the dishwasher. He comes back to the living room and turns to the vinyl player, not recognising the record in it. 

And then, with the same tranquil tone as one who asks what his plans are going to be for tomorrow, Jeongin drops a sentence that hits Chan as hard as if he were the floor and his roommate a young Korean version of Kurt Cobain, slapping him with a guitar. 

“Didn’t she mention someone a few days ago?” The younger one lets out in a casual tone, fidgeting with the turntable.

There’s some sort of pause in the air that Chan doesn’t recognise, and it is possibly because he hasn’t felt like this before. 

“Someone?” 

Jeongin nods, grabbing his glasses from where he had hung them on the neck of his shirt and mindlessly starting to clean them with it. 

“Mhh,” he hums. “Maybe that’s who called her.” 

His stare is blank and somewhat dull as the words Jeongin mumbles sink deep into his brain. He blinks. Once, maybe twice. He doesn’t feel Jeongin’s gaze studying him with a sleepy, silent concentration. 

“Oh,” he mumbles, and softly moves the needle of the vinyl player back. “So you’re jealous.” 

Jeongin presses a small lever, and the needle lowers and scratches the recording once more.  Lisa Ono Greatest Hits fills the apartment again, only quieter this time, because with a soft sigh and a ‘night, hyung,’ Jeongin heads off to bed. If he had said something else, Chris hadn’t heard it.

There’s an indefinite amount of time in which he remains sitting on the couch in the same still position. It’s like there’s a bit of ramen stuck to the back of his throat, but he doesn’t even attempt to clear it. 

Maybe it’s because a part of him knows that the awkward feeling there has nothing to do with food. 

…Jealous?

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“Hey,” you greet him with a cheerful smile. 

He smiles at you softly when you see him and get closer. No matter how hard he tries, his heart skips a beat when you link your hands behind his head and pull him slightly downwards for a hug. 

It’s been a week since Jeongin said that what was happening to him was that he was jealous. It’s been a week since he saw you before you dashed out of his apartment like someone had promised you an exorbitant amount of money. And, ultimately, it’s been a week since Chan hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you in a different way than usual.

You’d called less than five minutes ago and, filled with the boredom of not having anything planned for a lovely summer afternoon, you’d asked Chris to wait for you. 

And so, there he was, heading into a supermarket to do groceries. With you. An action so incredibly mundane that it's definitely not making his heart giddy. Not one bit. 

As you take one of the carts and step with him into the supermarket, Chris doesn’t know what to do with himself. The barrier that had existed for so long between his brain and the back of his head —to which he sent all of those thoughts he hadn’t previously acknowledged— seems to have disappeared, because as he looks at you, he has to force his hands into the pockets of his grey jeans. He cracks his knuckles inside them, because he can’t, by any means, follow what his heart is screaming at him to do. 

Friends don’t hold hands like that, he repeats over and over in his head. But, sadly for him, his heart doesn’t give a fuck. 

Your eyes look soft as they stare at him, but not softer than your lips. He barely remembers what you just asked. Oh, God, he’s ruined. He has known for a while now, hasn’t he? It's always been you, and will only ever be you. And he has tried so hard for it not to be you, but also didn't try at all, because the first time you touched him you left your handprint on his heart and a part of him always knew it was permanent. 

But now, he’s not blind. And the sheer weight of it gnaws at his chest, because a heart is a heavy burden, although maybe not as heavy as how his feet feel when, after he sends you a text with the grocery list, he forces himself to look for different items than you. 

“C’mon, Chris,” he whispers to himself. “Get your shit together.”

As he’s trying to find that one brand of cream cheese that his buddy Changbin at the gym recommended, his phone buzzes. 

innie★彡: hyung i’m staying over at a friends to finish a project

innie★彡: don’t overwork urself -_- 

He can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, and after he replies and looks up from his phone, he finds what he has been looking for. 

When he turns his head and looks at the end of the hall and finds you, he finds what his heart has been screaming at him to look at. 

And now he can’t even stop himself from looking. Not when, even if he hasn’t left your sight for maybe two or three minutes, you smile at him like he has placed the stars on the night sky just for you. 

It suddenly dawns on him, how beautiful you are. He wonders who or what you are thinking of, and feels his heartbeat skip when he imagines you’re smiling for him, because of him. Every part of your being seems to him like a song he has listened to a million times, because he knows you, and yet he can’t stop playing the song, enticed by its sound. Chris thinks it’s crazy that he has never let himself reel in the thought of you before, or how your laughter truly sounds like music to his ears. 

The walk back to his apartment is both exhilarating and dreadful. He dies and comes back to life every time your knuckles brush his. He’s so entranced by how full his heart is that Chris can’t help but let out a sigh as you keep going on about something that happened with one of your friends that he is trying his best to pay attention to. 

But the one thing he wants to do most is hold your hand, and he doesn’t. And his heart holds so much feeling, and he just wastes it, this feeling of his. Because he can’t hold your hand as you walk by his side. Because he can’t kiss you when you’re doing groceries together. Because you’re his friend, and nothing else. 

So Chris dreads it, the walk back home. Because the moment he steps inside, you follow, and with a chuckle, you fall limp onto his couch. “Best couch,” he mouths as he puts away the groceries, just at the same time you say it. 

He might not know you the same way you know him, but he loves everything he knows. And it’s eating him from the inside, that simple word. His heart is pushing it into his throat every time you speak, giggle, or look at him. 

“Oh, the vinyl!” You let out suddenly, and stand up, as if looking for it. “Where’d you put it?” 

In my room, he doesn’t say. I like to read the booklet at night. My favourite song is the fourth one, even if I can’t pronounce the title in its original language. When I read the translated lyrics, and when I hear the song, as the artist sings ‘kiss me, kiss me a lot, as if tonight were the last time,’ I can’t help but wonder if you’d let me.

And he’s… done. He’s done pretending or not acknowledging any of this any more. 

So when he steps into his room to give you back the vinyl, and then turns and finds you on the doorstep, waiting, something inside him breaks. 

You must see it in his face, because before he can even let out a word, your hands brush his when you take back the music record. 

“Chris?” 

His heart is very little and he doesn’t want it to break. Now, wearing it on his sleeve, Chan sighs again. Maybe he thinks music is romantic because he always listens to music with you. 

But then, as he looks into your eyes, suddenly, Chan can’t take it anymore. He wants more, more than just looks and brushes of hands and legs. He wants to taste your lips, and your neck, and everything. He wants to cradle your face with one hand and hold you close by slithering his other hand to your waist, and feel the electricity of love rush through him as he has heard and sometimes even written in the myriad of songs he has heard in his life. He wants to pull you in and never let go.

There are too many thoughts inside his head. Maybe that’s why he leans down and, in a swift move driven by the sight of you alone, he presses his lips to yours. 

Just then, the voices dim, and eventually, they disappear —or so he’s led to believe, because he can’t hear them anymore. Chris is now able to understand just why some people say silence is also music. 

And he’s home. He’s home. And he can’t explain it, but it makes so much sense. His name doesn’t start with a Y, but he wants you to call him yours. He’s drowning in it and he kisses you even deeper, softer, knowing he’ll have to apologize anyways, because now he has kissed you, and yet you’ve ruined him even more, because there hasn’t been a moment in this past week, and even longer, in which he hasn’t thought about kissing you just like this. And he’s kissing you now, knowing there won’t be another chance for him. 

He pulls away because you haven’t moved. Because now he has to say he’s sorry for doing that, although he knows he’ll go to bed and dream about it, keeping it to himself forever. 

But before he even thinks of the words he has to say, you let the vinyl fall to the floor and you pull him back in by the neck of his shirt. 

Oh. Oh. 

This is your first kiss.

He’s known you for years and this is the first time he’s known your mouth, and Chris can’t help but think it’s outrageous. You should've been kissing the very first moment you met. You should've been kissing for days, for months, for years. 

You let him pin you against the casing of the door, and his knees almost go weak. 

“We should…” You pant in between kisses. “Should talk about this.”

Although he hears your voice, his brain, dizzy with how your lips taste, barely acknowledges that you’re speaking. Not when he’s kissing you again. Kissing you properly, kissing you how you deserve to be kissed, how he has been yearning to kiss you. Not when his hands can finally roam from your waist to your hips, and then below your shirt. 

You’re letting out sounds that make him ravenous. 

“We should,” he agrees against your skin, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. 

Chris feels like a snowball rolling down the top of a mountain. His greed takes control of him, and he doesn’t care if it’ll kill him, not if it’s your mouth that takes his life. Hell, he’ll give it to you willingly, knowing he’d die in your arms. His lust powers him. 

“Stop me,” he lets out breathlessly. 

Before he realises, he’s on his knees. He doesn’t acknowledge if one goes before the other, but if it were the case, he’d marry you in a heartbeat. Matter of fact, he can hear said heartbeat ringing in his ears, the unstable beat marking the path his hands make underneath your shirt, now able to go through every part of your body he didn’t know before. 

His hands move to your thighs, and there’s this moment in which he, as an atheist, realises this is how heaven must feel like.

Manicured nails travel from his hair, scratching his scalp in a way that threatens his sanity, to his jaw, stroking his cheek with the soft touch of a thumb. He leaves a soft kiss on your hip, and looks up at you. 

“I… don’t want to,” he can see the way your throat bobs up and down when you swallow dry. “Don’t want to stop, I mean,” you blush. 

For the first time in his life, as he looks from below and into your eyes, Chris feels like he’s about to beg. 

Never in his life has he needed to breathe in as slowly as he does now, which does nothing to his racing heart, and only makes it so that the scent of your perfume travels deep into his lungs. He wants to drown in it. 

“Gonna talk about it later, mhh?” He lets out over your middle, his lips brushing against your skin. 

Give me five minutes. Or five hours, he thinks, reeling in the fact that he can now touch you like this, his hands greedily almost kneading as they trail paths on your thighs. Maybe then we can talk.

You nod, swallowing dry, letting out something between a hum and a whine that has Chris’ mind reeling, and he feels his cock twitch at the thought of just how much louder he can make you sing.

“Up we go,” he groans with a smirk when you let out a tiny yelp, his hand grabbing your thighs and holding you tightly against him, feeling your hands settle around his neck. Both of you giggle when he lets you fall onto his bed, him following right behind.

Never do his hands stop from roaming, touching and grabbing every square inch of skin they can access. The moment he settles on top of you, he sits down on his heels, admiring something he has only ever dreamed of before.

“Gonna take this off now.” His tone dims as his hands move and unzip that sin of a denim miniskirt —more like denim belt, taking in its short length— that you’re wearing. He tongues his cheek at the sight, his hands reaching for his own clothes, everything in him urging him to just tear them off.

“Let me,” you move quickly, settling your hands above his, grabbing the hem of his black tank top. He can feel the ghost of your nails on the skin that peeks from below the garment the moment you move your hands up, and he has to use all of his willpower not to moan.

You successfully take it off of him, and the way your eyes trail him up and down like he’s your next meal has his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows dry. 

Down travels his blood, and he does feel dizzy with need as your hands now find the buckle of his belt, and you undo it with ease. 

The belt slips loose, and in one impatient motion he shoves it aside, his mouth already crashing back onto yours. There’s nothing careful about him now, only heat and hunger as his hands grip your thighs, spreading you open beneath him.

His eyes are dark as he, without any other thought in his mind, dives right in. Your back arches just as quickly as how your hands tangle in his hair, and Chris makes out with your  cunt just like he had denied himself from wanting before. 

It doesn’t take long before you move him away, your eyes as dark as his, cheeks red and chest heaving. 

“C-chris, I need you,” you whine. 

At this, he licks his lips, coated with your essence. You’re the sweetest lip gloss he has ever worn before. 

He’s made you sing. Now, as his lips take yours again, making you able to taste yourself on his tongue, Chan is going to make sure you’ll scream. 

He slides inside with little difficulty, letting out a moan against your neck. “F-fuck, pretty,” he mumbles, kissing you there. “So good to me. Such a sweet pussy, mhh?” His teeth scratch your skin, and he reels in the whimper you let out, how you clench around him. “Gonna make you feel s’good, mhh?”

“C-chris,” you whine, failing to roll your hips in an angle that suffices your hunger for him. 

Biting the shell of your ear, he lets out a low chuckle. 

“Needy, huh?” 

He sets a slow pace that quickly succumbs to just how good you feel, growing faster, sharper. The room is filled with moans and pants and sex, and some part of him still can’t believe he isn’t dreaming. 

“Hear that, pretty?” He gasps, speeding up as he gets closer. “Those sticky sweet sounds, mhh? That’s all you. This pretty pussy sings for me, doesn’t it?” 

Your moans grow louder, his fingers gripping your hips in an almost bruising hold, and you love it. 

“Y-yes!” You whine, eyes closed out in bliss. “For y-you!” 

That sends Chris into oblivion. Using the very last of his energy, he moans, and you join not so far behind. He keeps going, helping you ride out your orgasm until he feels too overstimulated to continue. 

When he sighs into your neck, falling limp next to you, he’s floating. 

You smooth a hand over his damp hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp, and he hums at the touch like it’s the only thing tethering him back to earth. His chest still heaves, pressed tight to yours, and for a while, neither of you moves.

Only when the stickiness of your sweat and other fluids catches up to both of you does he stand up —not before pressing a kiss to your temple— and come back with a damp cloth to clean you up. 

Eventually, he lies back down next to you, pressing a lazy kiss to your collarbone before reaching for the blanket at the edge of the bed. He drapes it over you both, pulling you against his chest. His thumb rubs circles into your hip, slow and absent, until his breathing evens out.

It’s not until late into the next morning, when your phone buzzes and you pick up, that it happens again. 

“Baby!” You squeal in glee. “Yeah, no, he’s here.” Something in Chris dings, and he frowns softly at you in confusion, mouthing, ‘who is it?’

“Hold on, baby,” you smile, and turn to him. “It’s your sister. I’m helping her out with a song, doing some adlibs.” You turn back and look at the floor, while he now hears his sister’s distinctive accent as she very loudly argues about something. 

“What? You haven’t shown it to him? Oh, no, baby, that’s okay. I haven’t played the demo out loud…” 

He blinks as you stand up. The conversation you’re having turns to white noise at the slow realisation that he had been jealous of the nickname you had very affectionately bestowed upon his sister. 

It’s hard to believe Chris expected something like this could’ve happened. Because he didn’t. He had completely forgotten about the situation, actually, when he saw just how good the hickeys he left last night now look on your neck. But now, he’s just as surprised as this author, who doesn’t really know how to cope with this discovery. Well. So…. What has Chan learned after all? Music may or may not be inherently romantic. 

“She says hi, by the way,” you snicker as you come back to his side, cuddling next to him on his couch. 

But as Lisa Ono Greatest Hits plays in the background, slowly, Chris thinks that maybe everything is rather much more like jazz. 

It’s the best when you improvise. 

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~kats, who has actually just rickrolled each and every one of you while y'all read this fluffy filth, mwhahahaha

catiuskaa, august 2025 ©

permanent taglist! @cheeksung @lyramundana @velvetmoonlght @4kwards1lence @staytinyluva @svckrpvnch @thatonedarkskinnedsiren

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WDYM IVE BEEN ON TUMBLR FOR THREE YEARS LMAO

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riding minho's thigh

NSFW drabble, MDNI. wc: 447 lei's library masterlist

He is the picture of relaxation, leaning back in his chair, watching you through half-lidded eyes. Meanwhile, you’re anything but relaxed — straddling his thigh, grinding your hips with your hands braced against his chest, too blissed to form proper words. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, almost to himself. He doesn’t miss how you slightly speed up at his words. He flexes his thigh, just to hear you gasp. 

His muscles underneath you feel so good. You keep grinding, chasing your high as best you can on your own. Soft, shaky breaths escape you in rhythm with your movements. Every so often, your clit brushes against his thigh at just the right angle, and you moan his name like a prayer. It’s music to his ears. 

He’s painfully hard, but there’s time to take care of that later. Right now, he’s entirely focused on helping his girl. 

Pleasure builds in your body with every motion. He finally leans forward, leg muscles straining to keep you in the same spot as he does. You bite back a gasp at the sensation. Now, you are almost completely overtaken by him — his cologne’s faint scent enveloping you, his shirt’s soft material against your hands, his solid muscles supporting you as you weaken against him. 

“Hey, hey hey,” he whispers against your ear, “look at me, baby.” His head dips lower to catch your eyes as his hand presses lightly on your chin, tilting your face up towards him. His eyes stay locked on yours as he starts leisurely bouncing his thigh. 

God, you look wrecked for him, when he hasn’t even really touched you yet. He closes the distance between your lips, kissing you slowly and deeply, like you’re not about to fall apart on top of him. Your movements become sloppy as your pleasure builds, unable to keep moving with the overwhelming sensations. He feels your hips falter as you let out a frustrated groan, breaking the kiss to let your head fall forward onto his shoulder. 

His hands grip your waist, and he takes over setting the pace himself. He loves how you immediately let him; immediately trust him to take care of you. You curse quietly, lost in him. He keeps bouncing his leg for you, keeps rolling your hips, keeps staring at your pretty face.  A few more delicious motions, and your orgasm washes over you. His name falls from your lips like a prayer and he rides it out for you. You slump forward onto him, smiling as he engulfs you in his arms. “Fuck,” his voice comes out ragged, like he’s the one who just came, “I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

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ok hear me out... changbin appreciating his girlfriends tits since hes a member of the big titty community..

changbin would thats all im saying🫠

You’re already breathless, head tipped back against the pillows, Changbin driving into you with that mix of control and desperation that has your thighs trembling. His chest is flushed, sweat beading at his temple, his gaze fixed lower—watching the way your tits move with every sharp snap of his hips.

“Fuck—” he groans, the sound guttural, “—my perfect girl.” One big hand cups you, squeezing, lifting you just so he can press his mouth to your skin. His thrusts slow only so he can suck a nipple between his lips, teeth grazing lightly before he pulls off with a wet sound. “Could stare at these all fucking day.”

You’re still catching your breath when he suddenly pulls out, the loss making you whine—until you see the way his fist wraps around his cock, his eyes glued to your chest.

“Bin—”

“Shhh,” he pants, stroking himself faster, the tip leaking. “Wanna see ‘em messy. Wanna—” His voice breaks into a whine as he leans over you, cock twitching before thick ropes of cum stripe across your tits, splattering up your collarbone. His breathing’s uneven, jaw slack, but his eyes are wide, soaking in the sight like it’s the most important thing he’s ever seen.

And then he’s moving, scrambling one-handed for his phone, still trying to catch his breath. “Baby, baby don’t move—please—please just stay like that.” He’s already thumbing the camera open. “Just one picture. Just for me. No one will ever see it, I swear.”

You raise a brow, but he’s relentless—kneeling over you, phone hovering, his free hand brushing hair from your face. “Pleeeease, baby. I’m begging. I need this. I’ll never delete it. I’ll think about it every time I’m away from you. Please, baby, you don’t understand how fucking perfect you look right now.”

There’s something about the raw need in his voice—the way his pupils are blown wide, the way his chest is still heaving—that makes you finally nod. “One,” you say, and his grin is instant, boyish and filthy all at once.

He takes it slow, angling you, making sure the light catches the slick sheen on your skin, the drip sliding lower. You hear the faint click of the shutter, and then another, and another—because of course one wasn’t enough.

By the time he’s set the phone down, you’re still glaring at him through the afterglow. “You’re disgusting,” you mutter, swiping at a streak of cum before it can slide too far. “You couldn’t even wait? You just had to have a trophy?”

Changbin just laughs—deep, shameless, still a little breathless. “Damn right.” He leans down, catching your wrist before you can wipe more away, pushing your hand back to the bed. “Don’t clean it up yet. I like looking at it.”

“Bin—”

“What?” He grins, smug and unrepentant, dropping a kiss to your sternum right above the mess he made. “You’re telling me you don’t like knowing your boyfriend is gonna be jerking off to you when he’s halfway across the world? That I’ll be in some hotel bed with this picture open, wishing I was here instead?”

You open your mouth to scold him again, but he’s already nosing between your breasts, tongue swiping at a drop like he’s trying to taste the memory. “Mm… yeah,” he mumbles, more to himself than to you. “That’s gonna keep me sane when I’m gone.”

“Or insane,” you shoot back, but he just hums, smiling into your skin.

“Same difference.”

He leans back over you, thumb swiping a bead of cum off your skin, bringing it to his mouth without breaking eye contact. “Might even call you while I’m looking at them. Let you hear what you do to me.”

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💭… perv!nerd!jisung headcanons

pairing. han jisung x f!reader. genre. smut, minors dni, college!au. warnings. unprotected sex, public sex, oral (female receiving)

perv!nerd!jisung who’s grades start to slip cause he just can’t seem to focus in lectures - not when you’re sat pretty beside him, cute little skirt splayed across plush thighs that he wants to bury his head between 

perv!nerd!jisung who can’t seem to meet your eyes most days, not when just the night before he was rutting his cock against his pillow, muffling whimpers of your name with his palm as he imagined it was your tight cunt he was fucking instead. and you just look so sweet staring up at him from beneath your lashes, not a single clue about the effect you have on him and he almost feels guilty for thinking about you like that

perv!nerd!jisung who follows you around like a lost puppy. hoping, praying, that one day you’ll finally give in and let him have a taste

perv!nerd!jisung who sits under the bleachers after his lectures, conveniently the same time you have practice, peaking over the book he was ‘reading’ just in time to catch the way your tank top stuck to your tits with sweat, the way he can tell you’re not wearing a bra, the way your shorts keep riding up your ass everytime you move. and he likes to delude himself into thinking you’re doing it all for him to see

perv!nerd!jisung who catches himself staring at you more than he’d be willing to admit. zoning out in conversations when you walk by, eyes following the hem of your short skirt and wondering what you’re wearing underneath, glancing at you from the corner of his eye during class just to catch you chewing on the end of your pen in thought, thinking about how pretty those glossy lips of yours would look wrapped around his dick

perv!nerd!jisung who’s so loud when you finally let him fuck you. all messy whimpers and groans and strangled whines the second he sinks into your cunt, hands trembling from where they sat on your hips, nails digging into the soft skin as he struggles to not cum from the mere heat of your pussy alone. “f-fuck baby, so tight. so much better than i imagined.” he won’t stfu. the sweet, gentle boy who can’t even string a sentence together when he’s in your presence was now making a mess of your cunt, cursing under his breath like it’ll keep him from losing his mind, so fucking pussy drunk he can focus on nothing but the sight of his cock stretching you out

perv!nerd!jisung who a little inexperienced. you’ll have to teach him how to kiss, where to touch, how to fuck - he’s a bit clumsy at first, but he makes up for it with his eagerness

perv!nerd!jisung who offers to tutor you when you mention you’re failing - only to have his fingers stuffed deep inside your pussy with every answer you get right, hardly able to concentrate when he’s curling them just right, when his thumb is pressing down on your clit and when he’s looking at you oh so innocently through his glasses, coaxing more of those cute gasps from your lips. stops moving them as soon as you stutter out the wrong answer, tutting under his breath when you squirm on his digits, resisting the urge to fuck yourself on them. “c’mon my smart girl, i know you know the answer.” he loves the power it gives him

perv!nerd!jisung who rewards you by eating your pussy raw when you get full marks in your next test

perv!nerd!jisung who you make keep his glasses on when you ride him, loving how nerdy and downright pathetic he looks underneath you - head thrown back and eyes rolling into the back of his skull everytime you sink down onto his cock - skin flushed a lovely pink and hair a mess when he begs you to let him cum, toes curling when you deny him once again, cooing something about how he’s such a good boy for you but he can’t really pay attention when all he can focus on is the intense need to fuck his cum into you until your cunt is a creamy mess

perv!nerd!jisung who loves when you degrade him. manhandle him, slap him around, call him a loser, make him beg, cry, until his throat is raw. he turns into such a freak the second he gets a taste of your cunt. he’s just thankful you’re even paying the slightest bit of attention to his pathetic cock

perv!nerd!jisung who cums way too fast and way too much. he’s so apologetic about it though :( fills your cunt up so much that he’ll have to pull out and finish on your thighs too, choked little apologies falling from his lips but he just can’t stop, screwing his eyes shut in embarrassment as hot tears sting his eyes, feeling the last drop fall from his cock and he’s afraid to open them again to see the disappointed look on your face. will even offer to eat you out after when you don’t cum, not even caring his own was dripping out of you, he’ll just pull his limp cock out of your neglected pussy and get straight into making out with it, groaning and working his jaw taut the second your mixed juices coat his tongue. could probably get hard again just from eating you out tbh

perv!nerd!jisung who constantly looks up at you from between your legs for approval when he’s eating you out, fingers pumping into you while his tongue sucks on your clit, pulling away every few minutes just to ask, “is this okay? am i doing it right?” urgh he’s just so 🥺

perv!nerd!jisung who thanks you for letting him fuck you 

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LOVE OFF THE FIELD ! pt. 2

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ athlete!seungmin x f!reader ˒˓ strangers to lovers 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. smau, college au, fluff, angst (but not much ?), cursing, y/n is a biology major, identity theft (?), seungmin is an idiot but he’s a cute idiot lol

part 1 𓂅

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — last part finally out 🤩 srry for the late upload i was busy but hopefully u guys liked this one !! i had some extra screenshots that didn’t make the cut so maybe i’ll post that as a bonus idk haha

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[hyunles]

Puppy Café

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Pairing: Seungmin x afab!reader  Genre:  Fluff Summary: Seungmin works at a puppy café in Seoul. He figured he would love the job since he adores dogs more than the average person. Recently, you got a new puppy and thought a good way to introduce her to other dogs would be to visit this new trendy café everyone is raving about online. Wc: 1.5k Enjoy reading <33 If you want any specific ideas tell me and I will see what I can do!  A/N: Ofc our puppy would own a puppy café, it sounded too cute not to write, I really enjoyed writing fluffy, nervous Seungmin but now I wanna write horny & mean min (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

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The smell of coffee and shampoo hit your nose as you walk through the inviting café doors. It was a quiet afternoon, as some of the puppies were lounging whilst others were playing or being stroked by other customers. There seemed to be only one employee, who was currently washing a little, hyper golden retriever.

You walk in more looking around with your puppy as she sniffed around curiously. The quiet guy turns around to look at you but getting distracted, he accidentally lets his hand slip as the showerhead drenches him. You slightly giggle as he tries to get composure of himself, fumbling everywhere and blushing intensely.

"Oh uh hello" you laugh out smiling down at him.

Seungmin is still flustered, looking down at his drenched hoodie. He looks up again and lets out a sheepish laugh.

"u-uh hi i-" he nervously smiles grabbing a towel as he dries his hoodie and hair, still very drenched.

"Do you need help?" you say kneeling down helping him with the towel as your dog sniffs him cautiously.

Seungmin looks at you, a bit surprised trying to hold back his smile.

"Oh uh- yeah I could use some help" He replies chuckling drying the small puppy as he runs out of the tub into the play area.

"Did I startle you?" you ask drying his hoodie gently.

Seungmin shakes his head, "n-no I was just surprised, I wasn't expecting you to offer to help me, it's very nice of you." He replies smiling.

Seungmin runs his fingers through his hair, a still little damp.

"Thanks for your help by the way.." he chuckles, looking at his now dryer jumper, then he looks up into your eyes. It shocked him how pretty you are. He never thought that such a pretty girl would be talking to him right now.

"I saw this puppy café online." You say nodding smiling back at him.

Seungmin ears perked up, his love for dogs shined in his eyes as he smiled looking down at your puppy. He kneeled down gently stroking your dog. She was a cheery, curious, big eyed puppy and her fur was almost identical to your hair. He always loved when dogs looked like their owners as he was convinced that theory was true for every person.

"Are you just visiting or did you come to adopt? he says letting your dog lick his hand.

"I already have 3 dogs, I just came to see this place and see how she is around other dogs." You respond laughing.

"Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise, as his smile got even bigger,

"Three dogs? wow you must be always busy with them."

You nod before laughing again, "Kinda, they can be a difficult bunch when they want to be."

He chuckles nodding his head, "yeah, dogs can be troublemakers sometimes, but they are so adorable so it makes it all worth it."

"Definitely" you respond back feeling yourself surrounded by the happy aura Seungmin gave off.

"Even when they make a mess, i just can't get mad at them, they're too cute." He looks over at them at the play area running around.

He glances back at you, his cheeks are flushed. You couldn't even tell how nervous you were making him.

"So umm... what's your name?" he says leaning a little closer as he plays with his hoodie strings.

"Oh my names y/n!" you say happily

"y/n.." he whispers under his breath replaying it on his tongue, "It's a pretty name it suits you..."

"thank you" you reply back slightly flustered, "How about you?"

"I'm Seungmin, it's nice to meet you y/n"

You both share a content smile. There was no denying that he was completely your type, visually and personality wise. He was so sweet and caring and the nervous flustered side added even more cuteness to him.

"Soo.. you have 3 dogs? I can't help but ask what breed are they?" He asks curiously, feeling himself being drawn to you more and more.

"Right.. don't laugh but a chihuahua and a Siberian husky." you respond shaking your head laughing.

Seungmin chuckled, surprised at the stark difference of the two breeds you owned. "How do they get along? let me guess, the little one bosses around the husky."

"Yup basically her slave, it's hilarious. I've had this dog only a week and she hasn't met my other two dogs yet, I'm sure they will all get on just fine though" You say glancing down at your puppy who's leaning her head on you.

"Do you have any dogs?"

He nods smiling, "Yeah I do, I have a german shepherd and a golden retriever!" It was so cute how he beamed when talking about his dogs. " I can show you a picture of them if you like..?"

"Yes please!" you reply excited, edging closer to him. He was already visibly blushing as he moved close to you.

"Yeah one sec..."

He pulls out his phone and shows you his lock screen. The two dogs are with him cuddling in the park. The picture is way too adorable. You pout and make an 'aw' sound as he shows you another picture.

"They're really clingy and follow me everywhere, I love coming from a whole day of dogs to more dogs, I'm basically living my dream" He says smiling looking down at his phone proud.

"Have you worked here for a while?"

He nods, "Around 6 months I think now..?" He looks around the café, "I basically take care of all the puppies, and help customers, I'm grateful to have my other co-workers since I suck at making coffee" He says laughing stroking his neck nervously.

"Sounds like the dream job." You reply smiling

"It basically is my dream job, I get paid to cuddle with puppies all day, what's better than that?" He says laughing softly, eyelashes fluttering.

His gaze never leaves you. Every time you spoke he smiled happily, looking at you everywhere, nervously admiring how beautiful you were.

"What about you? what do you do?" he asks curiously.

I work at the building across the street, I'm a fashion designer." you say motioning to the sky scraper building leading to the rest of the busy city.

His face was stunned as he nodded taking in the information.

"Th-that's so cool! I'm not surprised though, you kinda gave off that vibe when you walked in, very stylish." he continues as he nods smiling sheepishly.

He was avoiding your gaze, nervously fidgeting still smiling. You couldn't help but find him so cute, he reminded you so much of the puppies in this café. It gave you so much cuteness aggression.

"Could I have your number?" you ask bluntly but smiling. You couldn't lie but you felt incredibly nervous being this direct but if you didn't ask you would of regretted it. This guy was basically your perfect boyfriend. The type of guy you always looked for but always ended up getting the worst kind.

He physically freezes as his mouth opens in shock and confusion. Why would she want my number? He pushed back any of the aspect of her flirting with him and just assumed you needed it for puppy café reasons. He breathes out nervously.

"a-are you sure you want my number?" he looks at you nervously, trying to read your face. "Is it for café reasons? or do you want our dogs to have playdates? or do you want it-" You cut off his rambling.

"Huh? what are you on about? No-no I want your number because I think your cute as was hoping to get to know you better" You say laughing.

Seungmin's brain short circuits. He literally stands there staring at you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, trying to see if he's dreaming. He is blushing so hard that he keeps fumbling on his words.

"a-really?? I'm not just some random guy to you?" He loves how forward you were, it made him like you even more.

"No you really are my type, you're genuinely adorable and nice."

"s-seriously?.."

You nod smirking. He looked back down at the floor. He was so shy as this was the first time in a position like this but he liked this new feeling. He let out a nervous laugh before looking back at you.

"Well in t-that case then.." He pulls out his phone and looks at you, "Can I get your number?"

You smile pulling out your phone. He was so cute urghhh.

He smiles back saving your contact.

"It was nice meeting you Seungmin" You say happily.

"Yeah it was nice meeting you too.. I had a lot of fun talking to you."

"Me too, have a good day." you respond giggling looking down at your puppy as she looks happy too.

You give each other a little wave as you walk out the café, Seungmin watches you letting out a deep breath he didn't realise he was holding. He still couldn't believe his luck for today.

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a couple hours later..

[hyunles]

CAN I GET YOUR TIP COLOR ON MY NAILS?

ot8 bf! texts

reblogs are appreciated (≧∀≦) !!

a/n ☆彡: hi again 😅 im literally so sorry for always depriving y’all of smaus. i’m always so fucking busy its crazy. i decided to start skz smaus so i hope u enjoy this little freaky smau! i also appreciate the amount of support you guys have given my last smaus, u guys r amazing!!!

warning(s): suggestive, cursing, nsfw!!

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ೀ⋆ RAGE BAITING YOUR BOYFRIEND ! — ( texts 💬 )

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[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — we back w another silly smau lolll. i feel like i haven’t made an ot8 one in a while and i thought this trend was kinda funny so :p

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