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"You were a mistake."

"A mistake that you made." She smiled up at the sneering face of her mother.

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MINNIE ♡ ANNE-MARIE x MINNIE | EXPECTATIONS | 2023 ♡

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soojin through the eras ♡ latata

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YUQI | SUPER ELLE CHINA | APRIL ’23 ♡

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the title of the last song you listened to is the epitaph on your tombstone

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skz reacting to you flashing them?

you don’t know how excited this ask made me - i’ve always wanted one like this and this is my first one! thank you for this request :’)

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: mentions of food, public flashing, dirty talk, exhibitionism, use of the word “slut”, brat tendencies, mentions of gagging

i went hard (who’s surprised) so pls enjoy <3

you know that embarrassed look chan gets after he flashes his abs on stage? the way he giggles as redness creeps up his neck? when you flash him in the studio, his reaction is the exact same - except he’s flushing with arousal instead of embarrassment. it came out of nowhere. first you were cuddling in his lap, fingers lazily drawing circles on his side as he worked, then suddenly your tits were in his face, a tent immediately pitching in his pants. how else is he supposed to react? it was so sudden, so unexpected. “come on baby, don’t tease me.” he says, reaching towards your bunched up shirt when he freezes. like they have a mind of their own, his hands move towards your breasts, cupping them gently. they’re so warm and soft, perfectly fitting in his hand. “fuck, keep an eye out, would ya?” is the last thing he says before his lips latch onto your nipple.

minho is expressionless, the only thing he’s giving you is a few rapid blinks before turning around and continuing down the walking trail. “hurry up or i’m leaving you behind.” he calls over his shoulder, breaking you out of your stunned state. you pull your tank top before jogging to catch up with your boyfriend, frustrated at yet another failed attempt to catch your boyfriend off guard. this was the ideal place - flashing him in the middle of a public, often busy walking trail should have worked out perfectly in your favor. instead, you’re walking beside him with a pout, more upset than embarrassed. it didn’t work. your grand scheme really ended in yet another failure. when were you going to get him? when was it your turn to win? your pity party was cut short by minho grabbing your forearm, pulling you off the walking trail and behind a cluster of trees. pressing you up against a tree, he clasps a hand over your mouth to silence any noise you might release. “that was a cute little stunt you pulled.” his foot is kicking your feet, spreading your legs out. “almost got me this time.”

weddings are either a blast or a drag, and unfortunately for you, this one was the latter. sitting at a table in the back of a crowded reception hall, you spun the mixing straw in your drink to give you something to do. it felt like you’ve been here for years rather than hours, cursed to spend an eternity making small talk with people you don’t know. changbin plopped in the seat next to you, leaning over to peck your cheek. he had been the social one this evening, whisked away by any and everyone here, charming smile and jokes making everyone swoon. it was fun to watch, for a bit. but now you were bored, and the suit he had on did nothing but make you needy. the idea that crossed your mind was so inappropriate, so wicked that it might just succeed in getting you out of here early. a hand on your lover’s thigh, nails digging in to grab his attention. when changbin whips his head towards you, mouth opening to speak, drool comes out instead at the sight of your dress pulled down just enough to showcase your tits. it’s brief - you don’t want anyone but him to see - but it’s enough to have him standing up quickly, subtly adjusting his pants before holding a hand out. when you take it, his hand squeezes yours a bit too firm, causing it to tingle. “when we get to the car, your panties better be off. i’m not in the mood to waste time.”

it wouldn’t surprise you if hyunjin’s jaw unhinged, it dropped so far and fast. in his defense the last place he expected you to flash him was in the middle of a movie theater. granted, it was a good place to do so - it’s dark, you two are sat in the back corner, there’s hardly anyone in the theater with you two. he just wasn’t expecting it - as a self proclaimed exhibitionist, he would’ve seen expected this in a more “public” setting, like a grocery store or the farmer’s market. this seemed a little tame for you … or is that what you want him to think? “can you put your shirt down? i can’t focus with your tits out.” he tries to seem uninterested, like he isn’t trying to get another glance at them out of the corner of his eye. you pull your shirt down, and he really thinks you fell for it - but he’s always been a bit naive. you’re inching closer to him, legs spread out across his lap. cold hands grab his warm ones (sweaty with both nerves of getting caught and from how fucking horny he is), bringing one up to your mouth and the placing the other on your upper thigh. as your mouth latches around three of his fingers, move the hand on your thigh closer and closer to the cuff of your shorts. that. that’s his breaking point. with a roll of his eyes, he pulls his hands away from you to grab the loops on your shorts, bringing you as close to him as possible without being suspicious. “you’re fucking insatiable.”

who knew a plastic cup hitting the ground could be so loud? not you - not until jisung short circuited, brain checking out for the day at the sight of your bare chest in the middle of the company’s hallway. it takes him a moment to process what’s happening, then a moment to admire the sight (after all, he’s nothing if not the biggest titty enthusiast to ever walk the earth), and a moment to remember his surroundings. by the time all the bases are covered and he’s grabbing at your shirt, you’re giggling at the cute look on his face. shirt back in place, you reach up and squish his cheeks, cooing about how precious he looked. any other day, he’d let you gush over him, the praise boosting his ego and going straight to his cock. but today, showing off what’s his where anyone could walk by? just to see him freeze? he all but throws you over his shoulder, dragging you into the nearest practice room. when the door is locked, you’re pressed against it, bottoms already nearing your ankles. “you’re so funny, pulling this shit and thinking you’ll get away with it.” jisung doesn’t even fully removed your shirt, pushing it up enough to expose your chest to him. he spits directly on your nipples, humming happily as he watches them harden as goosebumps surround them. it’s always a delight, seeing your body react to his touch. “if you want to act like such a slut, i’ll treat you like one.”

“yah, baby!” felix cries out softly. he was so taken aback to turn around, coming face to face with your boobs with no warning. not that he was necessarily complaining - it’s one of his favorite sights in the world - he just didn’t expect it. you completely threw him off his rhythm, making him almost forget about the pan of brownie batter in his hand. he looks back and forth between you and the oven, brain making the wise decision to put the dessert away before focusing on you. you stood on the other side of the kitchen island, his hoodie hiked up to reveal your boobs, perky and plush and fuck, is his mouth watering? the whines you release, begging for his attention makes his knees weak, sweatpants a lot tighter than they were just moments ago. when he calls you over, you practically run, pulling the hoodie over your head before you crash into his arms. lips connected, he spins you around, pining you between his body and counter. you’re moaning into his mouth, the tugs at his dark hair making felix moan as one hand cups one of your breasts, the other reaching behind you. when he finds what he’s look for, felix breaks the kiss, stepping a half step back. you’re whimpering, about to beg him to come back to you when you feel a thick, room temperature liquid drop on your chest. you look down to see the excess brownie batter being dripped on you from felix’s mixing spoon. once he deems it enough, felix bends down, tongue rolling out and onto your body as he laps the sweet batter up. he’s moaning, tongue move rapidly as he licks all around your nipple to clean you up. “taste even better on you.”

he’s not going to lie - seungmin is a bit annoyed. just because you’re bored doesn’t mean you have to make it seungmin’s problem. he told you to bring a book, or your switch, or something to do while he worked. it’s not his fault you were stubborn, insisting your phone was enough of a distraction for the unspecified amount of time the two of you would be here. he knew you would grow bored of tiktok eventually, refreshing the feed on all of your accounts, praying for new content to occupy your time. seungmin saw this coming - which is why he told you to bring a back up plan. little did he know your back up plan was trying to seduce him. your bra slid across his laptop keyboard, his eyes rolling as you giggled at him. he shook his head, picking up bra up and shoving as much of it as he could in his pocket without looking back at you. ignoring you to the best of his ability, he tried to focus until your string of “minnnnniiieeee”s was too obnoxious to ignore. spinning around, he finds you topless, playing with the frill of your skirt. “really?” he asked with a sigh, making you pout and ask him if he didn’t think you looked pretty. of course he did, you know that as well as him, the hard on he’s now sporting only backing the evidence. but he doesn’t give into you that easily, turning back to his work without another word. he listens to you whine, debating putting headphones on to drown you out. that is, until- “fine. i’ll just play with myself since you don’t want to.” and if you thought he was annoyed before, he’s even more so now. he’s over to your seat in a flash, knee pushing up in between your thighs as he grabs your throat - not squeezing, just to grab your attention. “stop being such a brat before you make me do something i’ll regret.”

jeongin saw it coming a mile away. the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, the way you triple checked your surroundings, teeth pulling your bottom lip in. he caught your wrists the moment they were at your shoulders, pulling your shirt back down and your body into his. you try to gasp, but are quickly cut short by jeongin’s lips on yours. “nice try.” he mumbles against your lips, pecking them twice before moving away from you. this wasn’t the first time you’ve done something like this, and he knows it won’t be your last. it was almost like a game at this point - how far could you get with exposing yourself before he stopped you? he only slipped up once, so frustrated with himself that he pulled you into a closed exhibit at the art museum you were visiting and railed you against a fairly expensive painting. you had gotten bolder since then, trying it out in places that were more crowded with more witnesses, the witnesses changing from strangers to jeongin’s peers, superiors, coworkers. friends. it’s much more fun when there’s more of a risk. today you had picked the riskiest place of all - the hallway the leads to his family’s living room. every member of his family frequented that area often, making it extra risky for both you and him. the moment he invited you to visit home with him, he knew you’d try something like this. and he’s nothing if not always prepared. letting go of your wrists, he takes a step back, hand cupping your face as he rubbed the smeared lipstick off the side of your lip. “i hope you enjoy dinner, my dear. it’s the last time you won’t be gagged for a while.”

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skz reacting to you flashing them?

you don’t know how excited this ask made me - i’ve always wanted one like this and this is my first one! thank you for this request :’)

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: mentions of food, public flashing, dirty talk, exhibitionism, use of the word “slut”, brat tendencies, mentions of gagging

i went hard (who’s surprised) so pls enjoy <3

you know that embarrassed look chan gets after he flashes his abs on stage? the way he giggles as redness creeps up his neck? when you flash him in the studio, his reaction is the exact same - except he’s flushing with arousal instead of embarrassment. it came out of nowhere. first you were cuddling in his lap, fingers lazily drawing circles on his side as he worked, then suddenly your tits were in his face, a tent immediately pitching in his pants. how else is he supposed to react? it was so sudden, so unexpected. “come on baby, don’t tease me.” he says, reaching towards your bunched up shirt when he freezes. like they have a mind of their own, his hands move towards your breasts, cupping them gently. they’re so warm and soft, perfectly fitting in his hand. “fuck, keep an eye out, would ya?” is the last thing he says before his lips latch onto your nipple.

minho is expressionless, the only thing he’s giving you is a few rapid blinks before turning around and continuing down the walking trail. “hurry up or i’m leaving you behind.” he calls over his shoulder, breaking you out of your stunned state. you pull your tank top before jogging to catch up with your boyfriend, frustrated at yet another failed attempt to catch your boyfriend off guard. this was the ideal place - flashing him in the middle of a public, often busy walking trail should have worked out perfectly in your favor. instead, you’re walking beside him with a pout, more upset than embarrassed. it didn’t work. your grand scheme really ended in yet another failure. when were you going to get him? when was it your turn to win? your pity party was cut short by minho grabbing your forearm, pulling you off the walking trail and behind a cluster of trees. pressing you up against a tree, he clasps a hand over your mouth to silence any noise you might release. “that was a cute little stunt you pulled.” his foot is kicking your feet, spreading your legs out. “almost got me this time.”

weddings are either a blast or a drag, and unfortunately for you, this one was the latter. sitting at a table in the back of a crowded reception hall, you spun the mixing straw in your drink to give you something to do. it felt like you’ve been here for years rather than hours, cursed to spend an eternity making small talk with people you don’t know. changbin plopped in the seat next to you, leaning over to peck your cheek. he had been the social one this evening, whisked away by any and everyone here, charming smile and jokes making everyone swoon. it was fun to watch, for a bit. but now you were bored, and the suit he had on did nothing but make you needy. the idea that crossed your mind was so inappropriate, so wicked that it might just succeed in getting you out of here early. a hand on your lover’s thigh, nails digging in to grab his attention. when changbin whips his head towards you, mouth opening to speak, drool comes out instead at the sight of your dress pulled down just enough to showcase your tits. it’s brief - you don’t want anyone but him to see - but it’s enough to have him standing up quickly, subtly adjusting his pants before holding a hand out. when you take it, his hand squeezes yours a bit too firm, causing it to tingle. “when we get to the car, your panties better be off. i’m not in the mood to waste time.”

it wouldn’t surprise you if hyunjin’s jaw unhinged, it dropped so far and fast. in his defense the last place he expected you to flash him was in the middle of a movie theater. granted, it was a good place to do so - it’s dark, you two are sat in the back corner, there’s hardly anyone in the theater with you two. he just wasn’t expecting it - as a self proclaimed exhibitionist, he would’ve seen expected this in a more “public” setting, like a grocery store or the farmer’s market. this seemed a little tame for you … or is that what you want him to think? “can you put your shirt down? i can’t focus with your tits out.” he tries to seem uninterested, like he isn’t trying to get another glance at them out of the corner of his eye. you pull your shirt down, and he really thinks you fell for it - but he’s always been a bit naive. you’re inching closer to him, legs spread out across his lap. cold hands grab his warm ones (sweaty with both nerves of getting caught and from how fucking horny he is), bringing one up to your mouth and the placing the other on your upper thigh. as your mouth latches around three of his fingers, move the hand on your thigh closer and closer to the cuff of your shorts. that. that’s his breaking point. with a roll of his eyes, he pulls his hands away from you to grab the loops on your shorts, bringing you as close to him as possible without being suspicious. “you’re fucking insatiable.”

who knew a plastic cup hitting the ground could be so loud? not you - not until jisung short circuited, brain checking out for the day at the sight of your bare chest in the middle of the company’s hallway. it takes him a moment to process what’s happening, then a moment to admire the sight (after all, he’s nothing if not the biggest titty enthusiast to ever walk the earth), and a moment to remember his surroundings. by the time all the bases are covered and he’s grabbing at your shirt, you’re giggling at the cute look on his face. shirt back in place, you reach up and squish his cheeks, cooing about how precious he looked. any other day, he’d let you gush over him, the praise boosting his ego and going straight to his cock. but today, showing off what’s his where anyone could walk by? just to see him freeze? he all but throws you over his shoulder, dragging you into the nearest practice room. when the door is locked, you’re pressed against it, bottoms already nearing your ankles. “you’re so funny, pulling this shit and thinking you’ll get away with it.” jisung doesn’t even fully removed your shirt, pushing it up enough to expose your chest to him. he spits directly on your nipples, humming happily as he watches them harden as goosebumps surround them. it’s always a delight, seeing your body react to his touch. “if you want to act like such a slut, i’ll treat you like one.”

“yah, baby!” felix cries out softly. he was so taken aback to turn around, coming face to face with your boobs with no warning. not that he was necessarily complaining - it’s one of his favorite sights in the world - he just didn’t expect it. you completely threw him off his rhythm, making him almost forget about the pan of brownie batter in his hand. he looks back and forth between you and the oven, brain making the wise decision to put the dessert away before focusing on you. you stood on the other side of the kitchen island, his hoodie hiked up to reveal your boobs, perky and plush and fuck, is his mouth watering? the whines you release, begging for his attention makes his knees weak, sweatpants a lot tighter than they were just moments ago. when he calls you over, you practically run, pulling the hoodie over your head before you crash into his arms. lips connected, he spins you around, pining you between his body and counter. you’re moaning into his mouth, the tugs at his dark hair making felix moan as one hand cups one of your breasts, the other reaching behind you. when he finds what he’s look for, felix breaks the kiss, stepping a half step back. you’re whimpering, about to beg him to come back to you when you feel a thick, room temperature liquid drop on your chest. you look down to see the excess brownie batter being dripped on you from felix’s mixing spoon. once he deems it enough, felix bends down, tongue rolling out and onto your body as he laps the sweet batter up. he’s moaning, tongue move rapidly as he licks all around your nipple to clean you up. “taste even better on you.”

he’s not going to lie - seungmin is a bit annoyed. just because you’re bored doesn’t mean you have to make it seungmin’s problem. he told you to bring a book, or your switch, or something to do while he worked. it’s not his fault you were stubborn, insisting your phone was enough of a distraction for the unspecified amount of time the two of you would be here. he knew you would grow bored of tiktok eventually, refreshing the feed on all of your accounts, praying for new content to occupy your time. seungmin saw this coming - which is why he told you to bring a back up plan. little did he know your back up plan was trying to seduce him. your bra slid across his laptop keyboard, his eyes rolling as you giggled at him. he shook his head, picking up bra up and shoving as much of it as he could in his pocket without looking back at you. ignoring you to the best of his ability, he tried to focus until your string of “minnnnniiieeee”s was too obnoxious to ignore. spinning around, he finds you topless, playing with the frill of your skirt. “really?” he asked with a sigh, making you pout and ask him if he didn’t think you looked pretty. of course he did, you know that as well as him, the hard on he’s now sporting only backing the evidence. but he doesn’t give into you that easily, turning back to his work without another word. he listens to you whine, debating putting headphones on to drown you out. that is, until- “fine. i’ll just play with myself since you don’t want to.” and if you thought he was annoyed before, he’s even more so now. he’s over to your seat in a flash, knee pushing up in between your thighs as he grabs your throat - not squeezing, just to grab your attention. “stop being such a brat before you make me do something i’ll regret.”

jeongin saw it coming a mile away. the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, the way you triple checked your surroundings, teeth pulling your bottom lip in. he caught your wrists the moment they were at your shoulders, pulling your shirt back down and your body into his. you try to gasp, but are quickly cut short by jeongin’s lips on yours. “nice try.” he mumbles against your lips, pecking them twice before moving away from you. this wasn’t the first time you’ve done something like this, and he knows it won’t be your last. it was almost like a game at this point - how far could you get with exposing yourself before he stopped you? he only slipped up once, so frustrated with himself that he pulled you into a closed exhibit at the art museum you were visiting and railed you against a fairly expensive painting. you had gotten bolder since then, trying it out in places that were more crowded with more witnesses, the witnesses changing from strangers to jeongin’s peers, superiors, coworkers. friends. it’s much more fun when there’s more of a risk. today you had picked the riskiest place of all - the hallway the leads to his family’s living room. every member of his family frequented that area often, making it extra risky for both you and him. the moment he invited you to visit home with him, he knew you’d try something like this. and he’s nothing if not always prepared. letting go of your wrists, he takes a step back, hand cupping your face as he rubbed the smeared lipstick off the side of your lip. “i hope you enjoy dinner, my dear. it’s the last time you won’t be gagged for a while.”

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. . # the morning after. hj. ˚ ₊ ✧ !

[mdni, this post contains, smut – f rec, dirty talk, teasing, touching, just a vv soft morning after sex so,,] // based on an ask sent by @chvnnie ,, finally getting to this bc,, i haven't written something good in a while. did i write this at 2am? yes. ivy, bestie, ily and i hope you like this ‹3 // NOT proofread, so don't come at me. WORDS ! 1.3k

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"baby, you're breathing in my ear," a soft murmur leaves your lips. your fingertips stroke your boyfriend's arm, in hopes of waking him up — enough to at least move, just a little bit.

"i can breathe elsewhere if you want," comes a reply, followed by a small snort, which makes you sigh and reach to tug on his hair.

you shift so that jisung's face is now on your collarbone — yes, he wanted to be the small spoon this time, with his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck right after he gave you the best orgasm last night, with his dick deep inside you, his fingers caressing your body, while his lips were pressed to your ear, whispering the smallest and most intimate 'i love you's. his hands came to a stop at your breasts, massaging them while he thrusted from behind, and the thought of him being inside, at 6 in the morning, got you hot and bothered.

you realised that on the days jisung was fast, and passionate with you, the next morning was when he took care of you in ways you wished would happen for the rest of your life, even if your boyfriend made the silliest and goofiest jokes — be it dirty or not.

this morning was like no other.

deciding to sleep in, with it being a saturday and neither of you had anything to do, you wake up to jisung's lips in your ear, the softest snores leaving his body. there is drool on his chin, and you attempt to wipe it off, again, in hopes that you touching him would wake him up. but his eyes remain close, a mumble escaping his pouty lips — five more minutes and then you can cuddle. only, you are already squished next to him, his cheeks pressed to your collarbone, hand wrapped around your waist.

"how about you lay back, and i'll do all the work?" you whisper back, fingers not leaving his hair, pressing a small kiss to his head. "fuck no, it's still my turn," jisung's eyes open, staring into your own, before you feel him move away from you, and you whine from the lack of warmth. you making grabby hands, making him chuckle when he slides down, his face now in front of your stomach, where he blows into your navel, making you giggle.

your fingers are back in his hair, just like last night. threading through the silky strands of his now growing hair, you tug on it, and look down at him. a whine leaves you, when he presses a kiss right after to your skin, his fingers firm at the side of your waist determined to hold you down. "told you a million times not to move, or you won't get anything. and what do you do?" he questions, his lips still attached to your waist.

"move?"

"so bratty, first thing in the morning, aren't you?"

you smile innocently, nodding your head at his words. a hand moves to spread your legs a little, and he settles between your thighs. now if he could, jisung would spend the rest of his days between your legs, eating you out, because that's his favourite thing to do — it's what he claims.

tracing his way along your thigh, the small touch making you shiver, and your toes curl. "baby, i haven't even started," jisung's hair tickles your stomach when he moves an inch lower so he is face-to-face with your clit, his hands hooking themselves under your butt, letting them stay there.

"and you're already teasing. what have i done to deserve this?" you roll your eyes at his actions, earning a small bite to your thigh which makes you squeal. "you? oh what could you possibly do? definitely don't turn me, or make me hard 'cause of this pretty little pussy, right? nothing at all," jisung teases, a small flick to your clit makes you whine. "those pretty noises you make? definitely don't do anything to me, hm?"

"this," he presses a kiss just above your clit and you feel your toes curl, "definitely doesn't give me a hard on, every time you're close to trapping me here, right?"

"r-right," you stutter, feeling his kisses trail down to your clit, his lips sucking on it before moving away, just to look at the dazed look on your face. his eyes shift to the clock next to you, a smirk forming on his lips. "if i can make you come twice, in say, twenty minutes, you're making breakfast."

"twice? babe—," a moan replaces words when his hand slips between your legs, a finger stroking your slick pussy, and he groans into your clit making your hips buck in response. the thought of you already being so wet, so ready for him — and he wanted to be inside you more than anything.

"shit, do that again, hm?"

jisung's finger slips inside you, immediately surrounded by your clenched walls, while his lips remain at your clit, his tongue darting out to lick it. your free hand, that remained on the side of the bed, now covers your left breast, squeezing it, massaging it — your mind and thoughts only focusing on how good jisung was making you feel.

"god, just like that ji — do that again, please..." a plea leaves your lips, your teeth biting your bottom lip from moaning out loud. it was too early to be making any noise after all.

"love it when you beg me to do something to you, darling," a whisper of those dirty words from jisung makes you clench around his fingers yet again, earning a groan from him. "and i also love it when you do that," he pulls his finger out, just to pump it back in slowly — a form of loving torture, he calls it — his words have so much affect on you that it makes you blush. "that little clenching? like you can't take it anymore? you need me to stretch you out good, huh? want me to fuck you with my tongue? lick you dry?"

nodding, you mewl when he drags his finger out again, his tongue replacing his finger. small, slow kitten licks from him makes you pull harder on his hair, and your back arches. the hand on your breast tightens, nails digging into your own skin, when jisung licks a single stripe of your wetness, his eyes looking up at your face.

a wave of pleasure leaves your body when you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, just as jisung's tongue moves faster on your clit, occasionally licking your pussy, just to have you ride his face once in a while. he likes it when you get needy and drive your hips into his face, like you want to trap him there, keep him between your legs forever.

"close?" a mumble to your pussy makes you lose your train of thoughts about jisung, and you nod, a string of incoherent words leaving your lips as you come on his tongue.

you move your hips against his face, riding out your high, while jisung lays between your legs, his fingers caressing your thigh, mumbling to your skin how good you did for him, over and over, kisses being pressed to the skin just above your clit, making you shudder.

"you look so pretty when you're fucked out for me," jisung smiles, shifting back up to hover over you, his nose nuzzling your own as he waits for you to catch your breath.

"shut up. i look a mess right now," you pull him closer by his neck, brushing your lips against his own, before he presses up against you, his erection resting on your stomach. you reach down to stroke him, earning a sigh from him. "yeah, but you're my mess."

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nice arms you got there buddy

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At this point the only way to stop myself from self-sabotaging is thinking 'bangchan will be sad if i do this :(('

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break mine i'll break yours

pairing: chan x reader (afab) word count: 677 rating: 18+ warnings: mutual mind breaking. breeding. impregnation kink? tummy bulge. chan gets quite animalistic and im ok with it a/n: this blog is turning into a chan blog ..........

chan thinks he’ll fucking die if he doesn’t get closer to you. because having his face buried in your neck and his cock entirely sheathed inside your cunt is still impossibly far away. he grunts, forcing himself deeper, if it were even possible, certain he’ll be unsatisfied until you’re both basically sharing a body. he presses his nose against your neck and inhales sharply, obsessed with the way your sweat laden scent sends all the right signals to his crotch. his tongue runs against your skin, lapping up any moisture that’s available to him. 

he’s already fucked the life out of you — rather literally. but he holds onto his orgasm, opting to make you cum and cum and cum until you were nothing but a lifeless cock sleeve, laying back and letting him mercilessly pound you whilst your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“how you holding up there, pup?” chan breathes against your skin, rutting himself into you slowly now. 

your words come out mostly in mindless babbles. “cock,” you say, because you couldn’t say anything else. “cock!” you cry out, too far gone to be embarrassed by the state you’re in. 

“cock, yeah? what about my cock?” chan asks, using his hand to rock your hips against him. he pushes his ear to your mouth, “use your words, pup.” 

and, oh, you want to use your words, but there’s nothing there in your empty head. nothing but thoughts of cock and cock and more cock. you open your mouth and whimper, “i— i… cock,” is all you manage to croak out. you wonder if chan has broken your mind so bad that you’ll never come back. and you’d be happy to live as his little cum dumpster for the rest of your life. chan audibly moans as you try to speak, obsessed with the way he can break you. 

“god. fucking. shit.” he snarls, eyeing the trail of drool that spills from the corner of your mouth. “look at you, completely fucked out. like a good little puppy.” he glances down to where your bodies meet and almost blows his load straight into you when he notices the bulge in your stomach. he brings a hand to it, pushing lightly. “feel that, baby? look how full you are. fucking stuffed with my cock.”

you muster all your strength to crane your neck downwards, to see the object of chan’s sordid words. fuck, he wasn’t lying. you nod furiously at chan’s question. how could you not feel it when you were so fucking full of cock? “so— so full.” you choke out, eyeing the bulge that moves along with chan’s controlled thrusting. 

“so full already and i haven’t even filled you up with pups yet.” chan practically growls, majorly turned on at his own words. he throws two fast, hard thrusts into you, moaning loudly into your ear while you whine below him. “god. i wanna make you a mummy so bad.” chan continues, “wan’ fill up that fertile little cunt.” he pushes into you deeply, slowly, accenting his words with perfectly timed rolls. “would baby like that?” 

you nod your head, letting the hot tears spill from your eyes. “yes. yes. yes please.” you suddenly hook your legs around chan’s waist, locking him in place inside you. “please. cum in me. make me yours. give me your pups.” 

your words tip chan completely over the edge and you’re immediately reacquainted with the warm, full feeling of cum seeping into your cunt. chan rides out his orgasm, throwing his head back and moaning, probably louder than you’ve ever heard him moan before. his voice shakes under the weight of his release, and pitiful attempts at words are made. “fuck. shit fucking shit. fuck.” or something to that effect. 

chan’s face drops back down against your neck as he savours the aftershocks, he feebly attempts to suck in the saliva that pools out of his mouth and lands messily on your neck. 

so it seems like you weren’t the only one with your mind broken.

[kpopstan-wasteland]

okay though, if i write some really really soft smut with lix, which is slightly more than 1k words, would y'all read it?

[kpopstan-wasteland]

desire ➳ p.sh

wc: 1.2k, genre: smut, warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, overstimulation, dirty talk, bulge kink, breeding kink, sunghoon is a fucking sadist.

you shivered feeling the needle of the pen digging into your body and a movement followed as sunghoon wrote some words on your body. he started with your neck, then the valley of your breasts. you looked at sunghoon whose eyes were glued to your core tilting his head as a smile found its way to his sculpted face writing something on your lower stomach causing you to close your eyes, feeling yourself get wetter by his movements.

“open your eyes, look in the mirror and read what’s written on your body.” sunghoon ordered whispering into your ear, his voice cold but the authority visible in his tone.

you opened your eyes, sitting on your knees looking at the mirror in front of the bed and saw sunghoon staring at you through the mirror a manic look on his face a calm smile still on his lips. he traced your neck and motioned to the word you start with.

“d-daddy’s little slut.” you choked in embarrassment saying this aloud face to face to him. sunghoon smirked a little, his eyes going down your breasts waiting for you to read what’s written next.

“fuckable whore.” you whispered as sunghoon bit down your shoulder and you moaned at the feeling of having his teeth piercing through your flesh. sunghoon pulled you to his lap opening your legs spreading them apart so you can read what was written on your lower abdomen.

sunghoon watched how you trembled in his arms as he caressed your inner thighs, a smirk on his face proud of how much he corrupted you. he licked your neck sucking lovebites eyes boring into yours through the mirror, he watched you suck in a deep breath saying sweetly.

“territory of park sunghoon.”

sunghoon threw you back on the bed sliding inside you without any warnings or preparations causing you to scream at the sudden stretch of your walls by his cock. he didn’t care about your pathetic cries asking him to slow down, he just continued drilling himself inside of you hard and fast treating you like his personal fucktoy.

throwing your legs over his shoulder he pulled out and slammed himself inside you again, he looked at you but you had your eyes closed and only moans of his name fell from your lips. he was annoyed by you closing your eyes, so he pinched your clit and your eyes snapped open looking at him.

“look at me, you little slut.” sunghoon growled holding your hips tightly letting him use your body and pussy for his own pleasure, “oh, are you going to cum? too bad, i’m going to continue fucking you.” he laughed when he felt your walls clenching around his member.

you moaned loudly letting go of the knot in your tummy as your orgasm coated sunghoon’s cock. he smirked now sliding in and out of you easily trailing his right hand to your clit rubbing it fast adding to your pleasure and sensitivity. you moaned grabbing the sheets tightly as you continued to moan and cry out as he fucked you mercilessly.

“ah! fuck! too much! please, please!” you yelled but your pleas fell deaf on sunghoon’s ears as he grabbed your neck in a firm chokehold as he looked at you lustfully. once again, you came all over him as he continued to fuck you not caring at all.

“you can take it, you and i both know that very well, slut. your pussy is mine and i’ll fuck it as much as i want to.” he stated his voice hoarse as he looked at your lower stomach cursing loudly. “fuck.”

sunghoon watched the outline of his cock in your lower abdomen, his eyes widened as he pressed down on your lower stomach sliding in and out of you feeling himself through your flesh. he laughed maniacally staring into your eyes.

“look at my little slut, you’re so tiny that i can see my cock, feel it, this proves that you’re mine and only mine.” he hissed grabbing your hand putting it on your lower stomach pressing slightly.

you pushed yourself up with the help of your arms and elbows looking at where your hand was placed and saw the bulge sliding in and out of you. it was so strange and you felt yourself moaning loudly tightening around sunghoon.

“you dirty whore,” sunghoon moaned, “this turns you on, doesn’t it? you like the idea of me fucking you so hard that you’re able to see me,” he trailed letting go of your neck and smirked, “what if i fucked a baby into you? would you like that?” he asked.

sunghoon’s dirty words and the idea of him breeding you had you moaning loudly and you found yourself nodding as your third orgasm crashed over you making you cry. although you were so sensitive and felt like you were going to pass out, you didn’t want to stop.

sunghoon watched tears fall from your eyes as you held onto him for dear life, he smiled pleased that you were accepting everything he was giving you. but you didn’t answer his question. he slapped your tits causing you to open your eyes.

“i asked you a question.”

“yes! yes! please fuck me hard and rough till i’m carrying your children, please, sunghoon, give me your babies. fuck your cum deep inside me, i promise to keep it all in and won’t let a single drop go to waste.” you moaned gripping onto his shoulders.

“was planning on it anyway, slut. i’m fucking you till you’re pregnant, gonna fuck a baby into you and watch it grows in your womb. and then, everyone will know how much of a whore you truly are, letting me get you fucking pregnant. this will prove to everyone that you’re my mine.” sunghoon said growling as he felt his high approaching and you moaned agreeing to his words.

“yours, only yours.”

finding a little energy to grab him by the neck slamming your lips against his, your legs falling off his shoulders wrapping them on his waist instead.

your tongues tangled together in a french kiss, he pulled away spitting in your mouth kissing you again. you tightened your walls around his cock as he fucked you sloppily chasing his high.

sunghoon tensed moaning loudly shooting all his cum inside you feeling you cum around him for the fourth time this night as he continued riding out both your orgasms.

he almost fell on top of you but held himself up putting all his weight on his arms next to your head as he watched you pant your chest rising and falling quickly watching the sweaty state you were in because of him because he was fucking you good. you looked so sexy that he wanted to fuck you again.

not holding himself back, he lazily thrusts his hips forward surprising you, you looked at him wide-eyed as he gave you a sadistic smirk flipping you on your stomach spanking your ass harshly and leaning down whispering in your ear.

“i’m sticking to my words, i’m going to fuck you until you’re pregnant.”

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a/n: this filth has been in my drafts for so long and decided to finally bring it to the light