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[newhope8]

hi, sweet!

so Hannie is on my mind 24/7, could you do something soft and smutty where the reader wants to have sex with Han but is insecure about her body in regards to stretch marks, cellulite, her sex part and stuff like this, (and the reader has a habit of leaving the room completely dark when they have sex so he can't see her body) but Jisung shows her that she is perfect the way she is, and that she has no need to hide. I really wanted something dirty but sweet at the same time.

Anyways, do it if you can and want 🥹

LIGHTS OFF? — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader (afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: slight dom!jisung, insecured reader, mentions of stretch marks and cellulite, slight nipple play, thigh slapping, protected sex, dirty talk, body worship a/n: i hope someone recognizes the "i love you" speech

the footsteps across the room were rapid. you were both in a hurry - craving to get on the bed. his greedy kisses were making your skin tingle as he was mumbling something about how hot you were, spreading saliva over your lips. you were on fire, ready to give that man the best sex of his life. he pulled away and began to leave wet kisses on your neck, pushing you closer and closer to the bed. his hands were not leaving your waist, and the control that he had over your body was making you weak in your legs. you took a couple of steps back, obeying, and plopped down on the sheets, not realizing that the bed was already close. jisung fell after you, more like - on you, by inertia and squeaked plaintively when your foreheads bumped. 

”please, let's turn on the light?” he whispered next to your ear, still moaning in pain.

“no.” you huffed, pushing him off you.

“baby-” he started, but you interrupted him, raising your voice a little.

“ji, i already explained! i don’t want to.”

“why?” he laid on his back, rubbing his bruised forehead. 

it was clear from his tone that he was irritated, and horny mood was long gone.

you sat up on the bed, mumbling in response: “i don’t feel comfortable being naked in front of you with lights on.”

the tension started to build up and you didn’t want to go on with this conversation. 

jisung, also known as your boyfriend, had been trying to have “normal” sex with you for months. that’s how he called it - “normal”. you had been saying that it just turns you on more if you don’t see him. but in reality you just hadn’t had the courage to explain the real reason. 

stretch marks, cellulite, the look of your vagina - you name it. there wasn't a time when you weren't insecure about your body. and it didn't matter how many love poems jisung wrote about you - you couldn't change your mind about yourself.

“w-what?!” jisung almost yelled in disbelief, trying to catch your hand in complete darkness. he went silent for a second, trying to choose the words, but then continued with the most husky voice you’ve ever heard. “i love you… i love you so much. i love you immensely. i love you endlessly. i love you completely. i love you so much. i really love you. i love you the most. i love you the most in the world. i completely, madly love you.”

he sounded like he was reading a poem to you, but it was just his way of expressing love.

“baby, you are the prettiest woman i know. i love you. i love every inch of you body and i genuinely would love to see it. you are perfect.”

even after he finished talking you didn’t say anything, making him more worried; until your quiet sobbing reached his ears.

“w-why are you crying?” he sat impossibly closer to you, finally finding your hand and interlocking your fingers. 

“cause you just said that i’m “perfect” and i’m “pretty”… but i’m none of those things.” your tears kept running down your cheeks.

“but you are perfect for me.” jisung objected. “fuck, i wish i could see your face now. i wanna kiss you so bad.”

“not when i’m swollen and ugly.” you sniffled loudly.

“you’re cute.” your boyfriend giggled, and you felt him inching closer to your face. “come here.”

and there you were kissing again. a mixture of saliva and your salty tears was spreading between your mouths. but even that didn't stop jisung. the kiss just got more steamy with him getting on top of you and pressing your whole body into the mattress. you just moaned softly under him, already feeling his cock throbbing in his pants. 

“did you just get hard because of me crying?” you teased, making your way to his crotch with your hand.

“maybe i did.” jisung replied, smiling into the kiss. what a pervert.

as you were about to get into his pants, he suddenly got off you, taking all the heat with him. a second later you heard him from across the room, unzipping the pocket of his bag. 

"so, can i turn on the light?" he asked carefully, not wanting to put any more pressure on you. 

"okay..." you agreed. “but don’t laugh at me…”

the light came on as soon as you finished the second sentence, so the first thing you saw was the astonished expression on jisung’s face. you giggled unintentionally.

“babe, why would i ever laugh at you?” he approached immediately, cupping your cheeks. “don’t be ridiculous.”

you sighed at him, feeling your face burn. the anxiety was still craving inside you, not allowing you to let go completely. it was a fact that jisung was the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. you trusted him in everything and it wasn't a coincidence that you trusted him to help you overcome your greatest insecurity.

“let me take care of you, baby.” he left a quick kiss on your forehead before moving you on his lap. 

now you could see yourself in the big wardrobe mirror. 

“just trust me.” he added, seeing your bewildered expression. "be a good girl and let me do my thing, ‘kay?"

the smirk on his face was saying it all. he was trying to keep his cool and tone down his excitement so as not to make you uncomfortable, but his slippery moves were giving it away. you giggled when he struggled to take off your shirt and unbutton your bra. he was so cute when nervous. 

the reveal of your breasts made him swallow as if he was seeing them for the first time. he stared at you in the mirror, and then shamelessly grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples, just to tease you a little. 

but instead of getting wet, you were avoiding the mirror.

“look at yourself. you are stunning.” jisung played with the ends of your hair and inhaled the scent of your shampoo as his hand caressed your hips, kneading your inner thighs. “i know you feel how hard i am already. it’s all due to you…”

he didn’t lie. his hard-on had been poking your lower back this whole time. his lips left a trail of wet kisses on your shoulder, while his hands slowly took off your panties. 

his hands started gripping hard on your flesh. you could feel the coldness of his rings, a great contrast to your flaming skin. 

“i said - look at yourself.” his hand took your chin and turned sharply towards the mirror.

the way he did that made you weak in your legs. you loved the dominating side of him, when he took everything in his hands just to get what he wanted from you. and you let him do it every time.

sometimes he would act this way just to tease you or make you wet in seconds. that’s what he was doing now, you guessed. he hoped this way you would overcome shyness faster. 

to emphasize the command, he shifted you body closer to his chest to hold you more effectively. you held your breath as he did, relishing the way he took control over your body.

it was weird to see yourself completely naked in front of the mirror. you saw your body on a daily basis, but never for so long. now in order to see him, you had to look at yourself too. 

jisung ran his fingers over your stretch marks, while still holding your chin with the other hand. “are you feeling okay?”

you nodded.

“can i continue?” he smiled softly at you, bringing his fingers closer to your core, and you nodded again.

the feeling of his bare chest from behind was comforting. it was still your jisung, the same jisung you were in love with. 

“will you watch yourself with me?” the hand on your thigh skimmed higher, avoiding the place you needed him the most. 

“mhm-” you whimpered, having to hold back from bucking up to meet his fingers. you knew he would punish you for independence.

“can’t hear you, darling.” jisung smiled cheekily. 

“i will watch myself with you…” you gazed up at him through your lashes. 

the eye contact you had in the mirror was forming sparkles. jisung was shamelessly staring at your body, while you could only see a part of his face and arms.

satisfied, he smirked down at you and placed his hands closer to you wet folds. you whined as you felt the smooth pads of his fingers circle your clit a few times. but then he went back to massaging your inner thigh, making you let out a sigh of disappointment. even if it looked like jisung was enjoying teasing you, denying you of his touches, deep inside he was extremely proud of the progress you made so far. you could feel his smirk against your shoulder and his breath tickling your neck. he kept looking at you in the mirror, making sure you were still watching.

“can’t believe i can finally see your pretty face when you moan.” he whispered in your ear as your cheeks burned even brighter than before – whether from arousal or embarrassment.

“stop…” you closed your eyes, not being able to handle the tension. 

the slap on your thigh was so sudden it made you jump. 

“don’t look away.” jisung grinned, enjoying your every emotion. 

the weak gasp that escaped you was almost humiliating. and the deepened blush on your cheeks only confirmed how horny you got. 

that made him want to slap you again. now on the other thigh. 

“babe!” you yelled and moaned at the same time, feeling the slap echo in your throbbing pussy. 

“i know you enjoy it.” he bit your shoulder, earning yet another moan from you. “can’t hide that when looking all hot and bothered, baby.”

the grin on his face was annoying, but he was right - you couldn’t deny the waves of arousal you were feeling. 

another series of slaps went uncommented by you. you let him devour that moment, while he let you close your eyes as you were starting to get overwhelmed. 

“you are so cute.” jisung said as if he just did not make a complete mess on your thighs. your skin was burning, and every time his hands were caressing it, you couldn't help but hiss. but even like that, you enjoyed the pain. 

your lips parted in a gasp as you felt jisung slide his underwear behind you in one motion. his hard-on was now even more prominent, poking your lower back and leaving a wet circle on the skin. you swallowed audibly, feeling the heat between your legs turn into unbearable.

without warning, he lifted you and placed face first on the bed. your wet pussy was on full display now, and you could hear jisung puff proudly. but you didn’t have any will or courage to move, so you just stayed in that position, feeling the cold air on your folds.

you heard the rustle of the package from behind and slightly twirled your ass, making it clear that you were already impatient. 

“just a second, baby.”

jisung stepped closer and ran his finger along your slit. 

“you're already all wet…” he did not hide his amazement. 

then you felt the thick head of his cock running over your pussy, collecting your arousal with the tip.

to his delight, a muffled whine slipped out of you. your breath hitched, and you arched harder with more vigor.

“want some of it, baby?” the cockiness in his voice was apparent.

“please?”

you felt a new wave of arousal wash over you as he bottomed out. the amount of wetness your pussy produced was indeed enough for him to not use a lube. the filthy slapping sounds of his balls against your ass began to echo against the walls.

with each rock of his hips, your cute, tiny moans grew louder and louder, urging him to keep going. you gasped loudly when the tip of his cock hit at a different angle as he moved one of your legs up. and the added burst of his fingers stimulating your clit made your eyes roll.

jisung adjusted the grip on your waist, before turning you around once again. now you were facing him, and honestly, you liked this position much better. he took his time sliding his dick in again, feeling every inch of your heat, slow enough for you to let out an expressive moan.

“i love seeing your face.” he commented breathlessly. “you can’t even imagine how pretty you are.”

this time you didn’t avoid his gaze and just smiled, replying with a shy: “i love you.”

jisung couldn’t handle the intimacy of the moment, despite being quite literally inside of you, so he kissed you instead, running his tongue along your bottom lip. he moaned as your tongue entered his mouth, and bucked harder into you. 

“fuck- you are the most beautiful woman i know.” he muffled breathlessly against your lips, a layer of sweat already forming on his forehead. 

your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you couldn't focus on his words for long, because his dick kept devouring you. 

jisung’s thrusts became almost frantic, a small groan got muffled in the crook of your neck. 

“i’m so close-” you panted, feeling his body tense up above you. his broad chest was rising and falling heavily, eyes focused on giving you the pleasure that he forgot to look at you while he could.

it took all of your force to flip him over. he didn’t realize what you were trying to do at first, until you said quiet: “let me ride you, so you can see me.”

the look that you received from him was worth it. he was pleased, touched, even almost crying out of sincerity. 

you smiled fondly at him and took a firm grip of his dick. 

jisung breathed out loudly. “you gotta be quick with that, babe, or else i’m gonna cum.”

“really?” you giggled.

“baby, seeing your bare tits is enough to get me hard. what do you think?” he replied in the most unhinged way.

the climax was starting to build up just from his words. you couldn’t play with him anymore, no matter how much you wanted to. 

his cock slid inside you with ease, and you both grunted. you core clenched involuntarily around his length and he hissed, trying his best to postpone the orgasm. you were more delighted than anything to see his body too. 

jisung was gorgeous, lying beneath you, eyes latching on every inch of your body. his broad chest was heaving repeatedly with the birthmark above his right nipple, honey skin glistening with sweat and messy bangs smeared all over his forehead. he blinked several times to clear his clouded gaze, his face slowly filling with frustration.

“baby? ride me?”

your satisfaction increased as he pouted. 

“sorry, got distracted by your beauty.” you winked, and jisung cursed under his breath, turning away. you giggled. 

that was your relationship described in one scene – he was saying compliments to you, making you blush; and then you were returning the same energy, enjoying his flushed cheeks.

even with the way your words made his skin burn, you couldn’t keep waiting any longer. your pussy was craving for his dick.

before jisung had the chance to scold you again, you began riding him. the sound of slapping skin returned, but jisung got distracted by something more appealing – your boobs. they were bouncing like crazy, making him almost hypnotized by the movements. your bare body was the best reward he could get. 

his cock was twitching inside you as he watched you with big eyes. pleased with his reaction, you began increasing the speed of your bounces. jisung tensed in anticipation, gripping hard on your body. a shy cry escaped him.

all that edging and teasing finally brought you to your high. you let out a shaky moan as you kept the steady pace, and orgasm washed over you. 

“s-so good-” jisung gasped, not taking his eyes off your bouncing tits. he was cumming too.

his hips bucked upwards to meet your pussy as he let out a choked sob. you felt your core clench around his twitching length for the last time, after that you fell on the sheets next to him. 

jisung was still panting but tucked you closer to him with his hands wrapped around your body.

“i love you.” he hummed.

“i love you too.” you looked up at him, seeing him already dozing off.

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HARD THOUGHTS #3 — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: dom!jisung, possesive jisung, shower sex

these photos of ji in a bathrobe got me thinking things…

imagine you are trying to take a shower in the morning before work, but he insolently opens the curtain and stands next to you, immediately pressing you against the cold wall. tongue in your mouth, hands on your boobs, squishing them roughly. and all you can do is mumble a soft: “ji… slow down…” against his lips. but he smirks in response, does everything contrary to your request, keeps touching you, pinching you rougher and rougher against the cold surface. he flips you around and his dick slides in perfectly - even if you are still sore from the last night, you are ready to take him any time. the pace is steady, and the contrast of hot water and cold tiles forms shivers on your skin. your neighbors are probably tired of your loud moans. but you can’t do anything about it. his dick just feels too good inside you. jisung teases you, whispers a seductive: “yeah, let them know how i make you feel. that’s right, babe.” his hands are all over your body, making sure every sensitive part of it receives attention. and you mewl under his touch. you want to keep going, even though you are already late for work. it was supposed to be a five minute shower…

after absolutely destroying your body he puts on his blue robe and brews a cup of coffee, acting like nothing had happened in the bathroom. “babe, why are you still here? you were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago.”

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ANTI-STRESS — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: slight dom!jisung, mention of body liquids (sweat), messy and greasy sex, a lot of breast and nipple play, riding, a bit of begging, teasing, cumming inside

“can you come here for a second?”

your boyfriend's voice brought you out of the nap. you reluctantly got out from under the warm blanket and came up to his desk. as usual, jisung was working late in the night in nothing but his old pajama t-shirt. his eyes were sleepy, but still focused on the work. long hair was tied in a bun, and the loose strands were tucked messily behind his ears. he looked like home.

“here.” he patted on his lap without even looking at you, a sign that he was headlong into work.

you didn’t think much of it and did as he said. he was warm. not as warm as your blanket, but still enough to keep you in a sleepy mood.

the sudden grab of your boob made you jolt. 

“ji?”

“mhm?” he mumbled with a lip stuck between his teeth, while he crossed something out on the paper as if nothing was happening.

“is that your new way to get me aroused or what?” you sighed, feeling the knot starting to tie in your stomach.

he wasn’t doing anything in particular just mushing your flesh from time to time, rolling it in his palm and occasionally brushing over your already hard nipple. 

“no… you just told me i need to overcome my habits when i’m anxious. so i need a new anti-stress ball.” he answered in the most casual way.

you gasped and slapped his hand jokingly. “anti-stress ball?!”

“please?” he finally turned his head and gave you a look full of pleading. like a bamby, he was staring into your soul with his big boba eyes, how could you resist?

“fine.” you sighed.

his hand went back on your flesh and you jolted at the coldness of his rings. he was switching between soft touches and hard grips as if it was planned. but by the way he was focused, you knew he wasn’t paying attention to his hand movements.

the waves of arousal started to get you and you couldn't sit quietly in place anymore. feeling like a guilty child, you started to circle your hips in search of his cock, hoping he won’t realize what you were doing.

“hey, if that actually turns you on so much i can stop-” jisung turned again, inspecting you with his eyes.

“no.” you interrupted. “keep going. as long as it helps you focus.”

jisung smirked but didn’t say anything else. the grip on your boob only tightened, making you bite your lip in quiet moan. at this point your panties were soiled, drenched by your own arousal. 

the room went silent as he continued working on the lyrics. you’ve always been amazed at his assiduity. if he got inspired, it was a challenge to even talk to him. he could go hours without food or water, running his body on pure enthusiasm.

you didn’t realize how you started studying his features and admiring how his glossy lips were moving while he was talking under his nose, how his fingers were gripping his pencil... moreover, you didn’t realize how your hand slipped into his hair, slowly massaging his scalp. jisung ignored you, but you noticed how hard his jaw clenched. 

the low cut of his white t-shirt gave you a great view of his broad chest, the moles, honey skin… that was it. you couldn’t compose yourself anymore. 

leaning in, you left the messiest kiss under his ear and quickly made a trail to his birthmark, attempting to go even further if he hadn’t stopped you. 

“baby.” his voice was judging as if he was not the one who started this. 

“what “baby”!? how can i sit still when you squeeze my boobs like that? and how can you sit still when i’m literally drenched on your lap!” you shouted. you always got irritated easily when he was toning down your horny mood. 

jisung giggled and this sound annoyed you even more.

“fine. i’ll go fuck myself then!”

but he didn’t let you off his lap, wrapping his hands firmly around you. 

“if you want me that bad, then earn it.” he grinned, pulling down his boxers. “hop on and ride me.”

“ji- wha-” you were left speechless. where did he get that attitude from?

“c’mon.” 

while you were picking up your jaw from the floor, his hands already stripped your panties and were guiding you to his hardening cock. you gulped. 

it was unusual for him to act this way, but maybe that’s what you deserved for distracting him from work. but this behavior didn’t make him look any less hot.

your pussy started to throb and pulsate as your eyes locked on his veiny cock. you could see a bit of precum glistening on the tip, so you immediately spread it with you hand over the red skin. jisung twitched, and so did his dick.

“i don’t think i’m the only one who wants this.” you teased and leaned closer to jisung’s face, leaving another wet kiss on his jaw. 

“here is the lube.” he ignored your commentary completely and opened the drawer. a bright pink tube appeared in his hand. 

now you were convinced he was faking his indifference. with a wide grin on your face you squeezed out the lube. the smell of raspberries filled the room.

the liquid was cold, and jisung hissed as he felt it spread across his length. when his cock touched your walls, both of your moans escaped and synchronized in a satisfying melody. yours came out way more fake and pornographic, just to tease him. but his was almost silent. now it was his turn to stay unaffected and furrow his eyebrows, trying to keep his face straight. 

the wet sounds of balls slapping against your skin were nasty. but you couldn’t be more pleased riding him, feeling like the dirtiest version of yourself. he would probably deny if you said it out loud, but he was bucking his hips up to meet your hole. and his cock was sliding in perfectly, too perfectly inside you. the only thing you could wish for right now was to earn a sound from him. 

jisung was… absent. sitting with his eyes closed, he looked like he was sleeping. his hands were purposely hidden behind the chair, so he wouldn’t reward you with additional touches. 

“ji… please…” you whined. “i need you…”

he opened an eye for a second, but closed it immediately as he saw your appetizingly-looking boobs just in front of his face. “you already have me. isn’t that enough?”

“no…” you continued to plead while riding him. “i need your hands on me, your lips on me, i need you to touch me, please…” 

you would have come ages ago if he just gave your body attention. even his hand on your waist could have been enough at this point. 

“AH!” you moaned, as you felt his teeth on your nipple. “ji, please…”

the next thing you remember you were pinched against the bed, with his hands exploring your body. you were both needy – so down bad for each other you could hardly think. he bottomed out immediately as he caressed your thighs, waist, and then your breasts. neither of you could process a single thought except that you were eager for each other more than ever. jisung groaned into your ear, mumbling incoherently, “i love you.” his chest was pressed against yours, your boobs squished under his weight and you softly whined while tugging the back of his hair. the bun got ruined a long time ago. 

he trailed sloppy and wet kisses down your neck as his hips kept rocking into you. the mixture of saliva and teeth on your skin, that would turn into hickeys later. 

the bites didn’t stop on your breasts either. jisung was seriously addicted to your nipples. he kept sucking and biting, earning loud moans from you. you were arching involuntarily, but that was only giving him better access to your breasts. 

you thought it couldn’t get any dirtier until you felt what a mess your thigh had become. lube, his precum, and your arousal. it was wet and sticky but only made you more sensitive. the circular motions of his fingers against your clit made you tightly shut your eyes and gasp.

“ji… i’m so close.”

“me too, baby.” he was fucking hard into you, groaning loudly into your ear. you could feel every inch of his dick sliding in and out.

his honey skin was covered in sweat, so were the ends of his hair. you tucked on it even more, spreading the grease all over, enjoying how messy it got. then you licked his skin, tasting him again and again, knowing you’d never get tired of it. jisung grinned and left another series of kisses down your neck.

“you are so hot.”

“so are you.” you chuckled at his mumbled words, pulling on his greasy hair to connect your lips once again. 

jisung tried not to lose his mind while continuing fucking you, kissing you, and holding back his orgasm. the moves became frantic as he held your legs up, allowing himself to thrust deeper each time. 

you couldn’t keep up with the surroundings anymore, too focused on the way his cock was hitting your walls. and jisung was focused on your face, enjoying your dirtiest whines and furrowed eyebrows. another hard thrust of his hips made you cry out his name and clench impossibly harder around him.

the long-awaited orgasms washed over you both in waves, leaving you panting loudly, his head nuzzled in your neck and his cock still inside you. but even with him inside, you could feel the cum spilling out of your hole on the sheets. 

jisung felt it too and lifted his head in exhaustion. you stared at each other for a few seconds before his hoarse voice came out.

“let’s take a shower and go to sleep.”

you smiled, your eyes focusing solely on his lips for a moment. 

“what about the song?” you leaned in and left a quick kiss.

“there was no song. i was messing with you.” he chuckled. “it’s so easy to trick you when you are horny.”

the fuming look on your face made him back away rapidly, but still with a wide grin on his face.

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Good evening (for me here), I hope you’re doing well. Are my cats doing well??

A lot has happened while i’ve stayed with Felix, such as meeting his pack. The boys are such a sight to behold, and they all click so well with each other. One of the things they like to do the most is team together to over power me.

So i’ve decided, the next time they try to team up against me, i think i’ll switch things up on them. Show them the person who’s been doing taekwondo since childhood and runs a dojo. Doesn’t that sound fun?

The repeated offenders would be their pack leader Chan and their youngest Jeongin. I can’t wait to see their faces when I turn the scene around and make them listen to me.

Anyways, I hope to spar with Felix sometime soon. I wanna see if he’s still got it in him.

Love you, girl, talk to you later!

(P.S. this is switch reader)

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pairing: wolf!Chan x fox!Jeongin x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: switch!reader, power play, public-ish sex, breast play, dry humping, orgasm control, slight degredation and voyeurism

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Seems like maybe you've been playing good a little too long... I think Felix also deserves a reminder... In due time.

Best of luck <3

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The playroom smelled like sweat and wood polish, thick with the scent of energy and challenge. It had been meant for training, padded mats, sparring dummies, reinforced walls. But right now, it was a trap.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Chan's voice came from behind you, low and teasing. His shirt was already peeled off, chest gleaming faintly with a sheen of exertion. “You look kinda… small tonight.”

“To be fair,” Jeongin added with a sly curl of his lip, circling to your left like a fox with an agenda, “you’re always small next to us.”

You rolled your eyes, tilting your head to crack your neck. “Yeah, but you’re always underestimating me.”

It started fast, Jeongin darted first, a flash of movement from the left, aiming to hook your arm. You let him. Chan’s arms came next, trying to lock around your waist from behind, pulling you back into his chest.

You could feel both of them grinning, like they were just playing with a toy.

“Gotcha,” Chan murmured, lips brushing your ear.

You exhaled once, calm and measured, and you moved.

You ducked low, swinging your hips and twisting in Chan’s grip. In one smooth pivot, you grabbed his wrist, dropped your weight, and pulled, flipping him over your shoulder like he weighed nothing. His back hit the mat with a deep thud, breath whooshing out of him as you straddled his hips and pinned his wrist over his head.

Jeongin halted in his tracks, wide-eyed.

You didn’t even look at him. Just raised one hand, palm out.

“Step back,” you said calmly. “Now.”

Jeongin froze, caught mid-lunge, his fluffy tail stiff with surprise. His ears twitched. He blinked.

“…Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, voice suddenly soft.

He knelt on the edge of the mat, sitting back on his heels, thighs spread. The obedient posture looked strange on him, but gorgeous, too.

Chan grunted under you, jaw tight. “What the hell?”

“Quiet,” you said, pushing his wrist deeper into the mat. “You’ve had your fun.”

Your hips shifted, slowly grinding down against the bulge straining in his sweatpants. He sucked in a breath, muscles twitching beneath your thighs.

“I didn’t think you’d actually…” he trailed off, voice already unsteady.

“Didn’t think I’d fight back?” You leaned down, brushing your chest against his bare torso, dragging your nails up the planes of his stomach. “You’ve been asking for it. Practically begging…”

Jeongin whimpered softly from the side, thighs twitching. You looked at him.

“Eyes here,” you ordered, snapping your fingers once. “Don’t move.”

He nodded quickly. Good boy. You tugged your shirt up over your head and let it drop to the side. The moment your breasts were bare, Jeongin’s mouth opened in a silent moan, pupils dilated, fixated like he’d seen heaven.

“Do you want them, Innie?” you purred, grinding a little harder against Chan. “You’ve been eye-fucking them for days.”

“Yes- fuck, yes,” he whispered, voice cracked with desperation.

Chan’s hips jerked beneath you as you rolled your hips again, your weight pinning him in place, and your free hand slid up to your own chest, cupping one breast as you looked straight at Jeongin.

“Come,” you said, “but hands behind your back. You don’t get to touch unless I let you.”

Jeongin scrambled forward on all fours, kneeling just in front of you. His mouth opened, tongue flicking out, eyes begging. You cupped your other breast and brought it toward his mouth, watching him tremble.

“Please…” he murmured, and you finally let him latch on.

His tongue was hot, mouth greedy, suckling and licking at your nipple like he could never get enough. You stroked his hair, fingers sliding through soft strands.

“Good boy,” you whispered, tugging just enough to make him moan.

Beneath you, Chan growled low, but when he tried to shift, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at you.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said. “You stay.”

His chest rose and fell hard, nostrils flaring. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“You’re such a bad listener,” you shot back, rolling your hips down against him with a purpose now, grinding in slow, firm circles, watching his face twist. “How’s that alpha pride feeling?”

He didn’t answer, just gasped through his teeth, neck flexing. Meanwhile, Jeongin was humping your thigh. Quiet at first, then desperately, rutting against your skin while he whined against your chest.

“Innie,” you cooed, “are you cumming in your shorts already?”

“C-Can I?” His voice was high and wrecked. “Please… I need- fuck, I need it.”

“Go ahead,” you murmured. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess.”

He cried out against your skin and thrust hard against your thigh, once, twice, then came with a whimper, clutching your waist, his hot breath panting over your skin as he trembled, sticky warmth spreading across your leg.

You pet him gently as he slumped forward, soft kisses dropped to the top of his head. “That’s it, sweetheart. You did so well.”

Chan, still pinned, was barely breathing.

You looked down at him.

“Do you want to cum too?” you asked sweetly. “Or are you going to keep pretending you’re in charge?”

He swallowed hard. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Damn right you will.”

You reached down, dragged the waistband of his pants just low enough to expose the aching heat of him, then rocked your hips again, pressing tight against him, letting his cock slide between your soaked folds. You weren’t giving him the satisfaction of being inside you, not yet but the friction alone had him shaking.

His head dropped back against the mat. “Fuck, fuck, please-”

“Say it louder.”

“Please, let me cum. Please, I need it, I need you-”

You leaned down, lips brushing his cheek. “Good boys get rewards. You’ve been very good.”

You lifted yourself, giving one slow, deliberate grind, and Chan came with a groan, muscles locking beneath you, body shuddering under your touch.

Silence fell for a breath.

Just your breathing. Just the sound of Jeongin clinging to your waist, still dazed, still warm and soft against your chest.

Just as you're about to move for more. A deep lazy voice from the hallway. 

“Oh?” Felix stood at the doorway, shirt off, a bottle of water in hand. He sipped it slowly, one brow raised. “You finally fought back. Took you long enough, sugar.”

You blinked at him, flushed and breathless, hands still tangled in Jeongin’s hair.

He winked. “They had it coming.”

Then he walked off—tail flicking, humming under his breath like nothing had happened at all.

You looked down at your boys and smiled, "I guess he needs a reminder of who's boss, too"

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BE MY VALENTINE — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warning: established relationship, vibrator in public, edging, overstimulation, begging, slight dirty talk, slapping rule implied, no clear dom/sub dynamic a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab!

the perfect boyfriend equaled your boyfriend. you could stand by that statement for life. honestly, your morning of february 14th started like your birthday. you didn’t think jisung was capable of something so romantic.

“good morning, jagi!” his soft voice, followed by neck kisses, woke you up.

you opened your eyes and gasped in awe. the entire room was filled with heart-shaped balloons, and the bed was strewn with roses. good thing you were a heavy sleeper, so jisung could easily do such surprises for you.

of course, he cooked your favorite breakfast in bed, and while you were eating and looking at him with the most fond look, he told you about the plans for the day.

“but…” he said with a cocky grin.

“but?”

oh that didn’t seem any good. the cheeky smile on his face was making you rub your thighs in impatience.

“i have a present for you.” jisung said, handing you a box wrapped in ribbon. “it’s not the only one for today, but you need to open this one right now.”

you quickly set the plate aside and began to untie the ribbon. did he gift you something from your wish list? the box was small, so it could have contained anything. a new phone? concert tickets? jewelry? an engagement ring?

“vibrator?” you looked at jisung in surprise.

“with a remote.” he added proudly.

not to say that you were upset about the gift, it was rather just very unexpected. why did he say that you should open it right now?

meanwhile, jisung was looking at you with a smirk, analyzing the emotions on your face.

"did you figure it out?"

"what do you mean?" no. you didn't figure it out at all. what did a vibrator have to do with anything? was this some kind of allegory for another gift?

"i want you to put it inside yourself." okay. it was already a good start. "and walk with it inside all day. for every orgasm you have, there will be one slap at the end of the day."

“what? are you serious?" you were taken aback. jisung has never been a fan of sex toys. especially in public.

“as you can see, jagi.” jisung grinned. “do you like my gift?”

“i don’t know.” honesty was the key. you really didn’t know how to feel about it. the idea sounded intriguing, but you’ve never tried anything like it. what if people see your dumb expression when you cum?

“jagi, i wont let you get embarrassed in front of anyone. trust me, please. i will make you feel good.” jisung knew you were very sensitive and would get worked up very easily, but he was confident he would be able keep you away from losing your control infront of anyone.

“okay…” you agreed.

“do you need help putting it inside?” jisung’s eyes were glossy, already undressing you under his gaze. you were still in pajamas, but to him you looked sexy in any clothing. he bit his lips in anticipation; such a pervert. you were wondering, if you said no right now, how crazy he would go.

you threw off the sheets, letting him climb on top of you and pull you into a kiss. he was impatient, biting your lips as if pushing you to action. his tongue slid against your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. and that alone made your pussy dripping. his hands finally reached your thighs, gently stroking your skin. his fingers then put your panties aside, toying with the clit just for a second. you moaned into his mouth softly.

the vibrator slid in with ease. you were already soaking wet just from kissing him.

“i’ll turn it on once we’re out, ‘kay?” he pulled away from you, string of saliva still connecting your mouths.

you nodded in agreement. whatever makes your boyfriend happy.

getting dressed with a vibrator inside was an unusual feeling. it was turned off, and you barely felt it inside, but at some angles it pressed against the walls, causing your legs to tremble. how could such a small thing bring so many sensations?

once you were dressed and ready two of you headed out to the small market in the city center. there were many attractions, a ferris wheel, food courts and other entertainment for couples. there were so many people already. the small market felt like a shopping mall, it was so easy to get lost in the crowd. it seemed like every couple in your city decided to spend the day here.

you kept giving nervous glances at jisung’s hand inside of his pocket as the two of you walked together. you had no idea when he’d activate the toy. probably the moment when you least expect it.

“relax, jagi. you’re making it too obvious.” he spoke to you nonchalantly, holding your hand in reassurance.

“relax? how am I supposed to relax when-”

the sudden trigger of the vibrator caused you to stop mid sentence; a surprised moan left your lips. the vibrations were much more intense than you imagined it’d be. was this supposed to be the lowest setting?

“...when I’ve got this thing down there…” you continued your sentence, sending jisung a fierce look.

“just try to enjoy it.” he said, his cocky grin still present. “no one is looking at you.”

he was right. the crowd was so big that no one was paying attention to you.

you hand was still holding his in a matter of safety, you felt so exposed all of a sudden. each time someone passed by the two of you, you carefully avoided any looks or stares you could’ve gotten.

you felt anxious, your cheeks were flushed, and yet — why did you feel so good? jisung wasn’t letting you get used to a particular setting — changing it to a higher one each time someone walked by, making your walls clench around the vibrator. jisung was enjoying the show; the way your body reacted was making him grow big in his pants.

you were so wet; you were worried that your slick would leak out and dribble down your inner thighs.

with another change of settings you let out a particularly loud sound, immediately trying to hide your face in the crook of jisung’s neck.

“hey,” he laughed. “don’t be embarrassed. let them know how good you’re feeling right now.”

you were holding onto him, trying to form a proper sentence. “ji.… ahh…”

he pulled you closer by the waist, pressing your lips together. with the other hand, he subtly set the vibrator to a faster mode. you moaned in the kiss from new sensation and clenched your walls uncontrollably.

“ahh… ngh- stop ji- jisung.” your cheeks were fully red by now, and you were holding his hand like a lifebuoy.

in fact, he didn’t stop, but kept on enjoying the way your eyes shut and palm went over your mouth to cover up moans. if you were to be honest, you were already close to giving in. you were about to forget about that stupid slapping rule, you could live through it, even thought you probably wouldn't be able to sit down afterwards.

and then he suddenly put an end to it before you could feel any satisfaction, leaving you feeling disappointed and empty.

“ji?” you cried out, bringing your face closer to him, trying to capture your lips together.

“you’ve asked me to stop several times, jagi. isn’t this what you wanted?” jisung observed each of your facial expressions. the one full of complaint, the one that showed how flustered you were, and the one he was most excited to see — the one filled with plea. what you didn’t know was that he was barely holding back from ending his own game. his cock twitched with anticipation when he saw you begging him to fuck you.

“please?” your face was hidden in the curve of his neck.

“please what, jagi?” jisung chucked.

“turn this thing on again… i want to cum-“ you whispered in his ear, not daring to speak any louder than that.

jisung decided to play nice today. it was valentine’s day after all. he merely raised the intensity on the vibrator again, his own breathing quickened at the sound of you moaning in his ear. you inhaled sharply and pressed against him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

from afar, the two of you looked like an overly affectionate couple, with the way your body was pressed against him and his arm supporting you, while his eyes never left your face for a second.

you have noticed how positioning yourself in a certain position angled it up in a better way. jisung was still edging you, turning it off as soon as your eyes closed. he knew your cumming face too well. you could have came ages ago if he hadn’t kept ruining it.

“ji, please... ‘m so close…” you plead with a hushed voice as you were on the verge of letting out a loud moan.

he gently stroked your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with his fingers.

“are you now?” he asked smugly, leaning his face impossibly closer to yours.

“just please let me cum… stop edging me.” you were basically begging him at this point. the crowd was long forgotten — the only thing you could think of was your approaching orgasm.

jisung felt a familiar throb in his dick as he listened to your plea. he smiled fondly and captured your lips with his own, his hand sliding down to lightly massage your breast. you were rapidly inching towards your climax again. his hands and lips combined with the toy were doing good job at getting your panties all drenched. jisung smirked against your lips, swirling his tongue around yours as you tightened your grip on his jacket. breaking the dizzying kiss, you gasped, and your body jolted as you were nearly there.

“please, please! ‘m cumming!” you panted as you felt the orgasm rush through your body.

jisung’s hands tightened around you, holding you in place. your legs trembled as you went through your orgasm. it was so intense, the toy kept stimulating your walls, prolonging the sensations.

once you finished, jisung kissed you gently on the temple, letting you know that you did well for him. however, he did not turn the vibrator off completely, just put the setting to lowest, giving you with a bit of overstimulation. you jolted uncomfortably in place, adjusting to the new sensations.

but then you were pulled out of your euphoria when his palm touched your butt with a loud smack.

“ah!” you exclaimed, looking at him in disbelief. he did not just slap you in front of all these people. “you said slapping would happen at the end of the day!”

“well… i lied.” jisung put on his cheekiest smile, squeezing your ass tighter with his hand.

how were you going to survive whole day like this?

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[newhope8]

BE MY VALENTINE — MINHO.

pairing: minho x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: established relationship, very soft sex, morning sex, creampie a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab!

the series of small kisses all over your face woke you up. you pouted at first, feeling the fingers delicately touching your cheeks. who would disturb you so early in the morning?

of course, today was february 14th. you totally forgot about it, being half asleep. you face immediately lit up with happiness, because who else besides your boyfriend could decide to wake you up in such a cute way.

when minho saw that you had your eyes open, he smiled at you tenderly.

“good morning, my love.”

“morning…” you hummed, closing your eyes again and trying to hide your face in the curve of your boyfriend’s neck.

minho wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer. you felt so secure and so warm right now. the smell of his shampoo was so familiar that you nuzzled his neck harder. he smelled like home.

minho chuckled. “don’t wanna get up?”

“mhm.” you shook your head.

“okay… let’s cuddle for a bit.” minho agreed to your lazy mood.

although he had planned a lot for the day, it could wait. he didn’t mind if you wanted to spend some lazy time together. he left one hand wrapped around your waist, while the other started caressing your thigh, drawing circles on it.

you actually managed to fall asleep again for a while. but the sudden ache between your legs woke you up. you opened your eyes, only to find minho looking at you with tenderness. his hand was still on your thigh, but not with the intention to turn you on.

giving him a caring smile, you pulled him by the neck, now making it into a real kiss.

what was meant to be a loving gesture, just to show how much you adore your boyfriend, escalated into a heavy make out quickly. minho didn’t get why you were all over him so suddenly, but he didn’t mind it at all. he just played along, sliding his hand closer to your panties.

“minho-” was all you said against his lips.

but it was enough for him to understand.

“fuck- you’re so wet, baby. i could slip right in.” he gasped, gathering some of your arousal with the pads of his fingers. it actually amazed him how wet you were already. pleased with the mess that he found between your legs, he circled his finders around your clit for a bit — just to tease you.

you couldn’t even come up with a proper sentence, only moans were a signal of how good you felt. minho chuckled. he wanted to play with you so badly, to hear you plea for his touch, but he couldn’t do it on a day like this.

“c’mon then.” he gestured you to climb on top of him.

“noooo,” you whined. “i don’t have the evergy to ride your dick.”

minho shot you a dirty glare, but complied. in a matter of seconds, he flipped you around, so your back was pressing against his toned chest. you could only hear him pull out his dick and start stroking it. it was nothing but slick sound and his heavy breathing behind you.

you wiggled your ass in anticipation. “babyyyy- i need you.”

“you know i can’t just put it in.” minho gave your ass a light smack in response. “wait a bit.”

as he promised, soon enough you felt the mattress sagging next to you. minho scooted closer, lifting your leg up and gliding his dick between your folds. oh, you were dripping wet. he didn’t even need to do anything more.

slowly, minho pushed his cock in and bottomed out, earning a pleased sigh from you.

“i’ve missed you so bad, baby.” he hummed into your neck as his cock started to slide in and out of your pussy.

minho wasn’t rough with it. quite the opposite. the pace was so slow and steady, it almost made you want to beg him for more. but it was satisfying even like that. his heavy breathing was ticking your neck, you could feel his chest rising up and down and his hand was holding you firmly in place.

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to be too embarrassingly loud. “you missed me? we just had sex yesterday.”

“and so what? i miss your pretty pussy everyday.” he said, making you laugh.

“you are unbearable, you know it?”

“that’s why you love me.” you could feel him smiling behind you. the moment that you were sharing right now felt so intimate, far from the usual rough sex you two liked.

minho’s thrusts became a bit faster. your eyes were rolling back in satisfaction. it felt so good, so safe and secure. you wanted to stay in that moment forever. your eyes shut as you were taking him all in. his hand then went to play with your clit, getting you to the edge even faster.

his cock was thick enough to make you cum, but minho just couldn’t keep his hands away from your pussy. his fingers were fully covered with your arousal. unable to resist the urge, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them with loud noises. and that alone made your pussy clench harder around him.

as he finished licking off your juices, the thrusts continued with a much faster pace. you could feel he was getting close — the dick was twitching so much inside you.

“minho–” you moaned, not really paying attention to the words that left your lips anymore. “s-so good-“

minho was making you feel so good on his cock, hitting every right spot. your brain became cloudy, thoughts weren’t forming properly anymore. you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“are you close, baby?” minho whispered right into your ear. you nodded eagerly. “then cum with me.”

the combination of his soft voice, quiet whimpers, his body pressing against you, and, of course, his dick destroying you from the inside, did their job. your legs started trembling as you moaned loudly before reaching your orgasm.

minho was chasing his release just right after you. your pussy felt so warm and familiar around him… he didn’t want to cum, he didn’t want to end this feeling. he just wanted to stay buried inside you for the rest of the day. but that didn’t stop the fact that was so so close to cumming.

he muttered a few words about how much he loves you, before you felt the warmth in your cunt. his cum filled you up so nicely, making you squirm.

both of you tried to catch your breaths as minho’s hand ran up and down your back. he remained buried inside of you. he wouldn’t take it out unless you asked him to. 

for a bit you just laid down, letting the moment settle in. you listened to each other’s breaths. the feeling of secureness and love grew inside you and it almost made you tear up.

but your stomach made you aware of it’s presence, growling loudly.

“we should eat something for breakfast.” you spoke.

“no.” minho replied, tugging you impossibly closer to him. “let’s wait for another five minutes.” 

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[newhope8]

If only these pages could talk, from these books — oh, the literal tales they could tell of their own, not just from their pages within. (No pun intended...) 😍✨️

[newhope8]

★Boyfriend Drabble - Changbin

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

★when your boyfriend is overworked, you know exactly how to let him get out all his stress (unedited ver. available on ko-fi)

★warnings: smut, established relationship, free use, pet names, creampies, overindulgence

Changbin was surprised but pleased with your neediness and desperation; this was exactly how he liked his pretty girls. He hungrily groped and pulled at your clothes. He could feel the arousal kicking in, he could always recognize the feeling. That familiar rush of serotonin and dopamine pumping through his veins. He needed to touch you. He ran his fingers through your hair and revealed a soft bare side of your neck and without warning kissed it hard and fast, teeth grazing and scraping against flesh.

He positioned his hips behind you, his growing bulge finding a home right between your cheeks while his hand continued to grind and rub against your front, soaking your yoga pants completely through the fabric. Changbin rubbed his erection into you impatiently, using your soft body to make himself feel as good as possible while you gave him this chance. He swiftly and easily pulled your top off and covered your breasts with his hands, kneading and pinching at the sensitive skin until your hips began to move faster into his hand.

He felt your struggling movements against his body and helped pull the rest of your clothing off into the floor. "Fuck, you're so perfect for me, bunny." Changbin groaned, his hands grabbing and groping at your newly exposed skin. "And you taste so sweet like strawberry ice cream." He whispered into your neck, licking and biting there, leaving marks wherever his lips touched you. A little treasure map leading to all of his favorite parts of you. You rolled your hips into him once more but said nothing. No response, no breathy moan, nothing. You knew that this was one of your boyfriend's hottest turn on's; when you acted like nothing was even happening.

"Bad girl, you're asking for it now, huh?" Changbin spoke between heavy breaths, pumping his hips up into you. He growled, positioning your entrance with the swollen leaking tip that was eager to stretch you out.

A low primal noise ripped from his throat. The feeling of your cunt was already sending him over the edge and he was fully seeing colors now. The most incredible he had ever felt was happening right now. "Fuck…!” His voice vibrated low against the back of your neck. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to stay quiet and unimpressed with his movements. His hips bucked and moved to emphasize each word he spoke. He loved how eager and needy you were, just like him.

Changbin gripped your hips harder, clinging onto the euphoric sensation of your perfect cunt. He pulled your face gently back towards him and held it with one hand and made you look at him so he could see those pretty dilated pupils and wet mouth falling open. He needed to see the moment you went cock dumb for him. He knew if he told you to slow down or speed up that you would do exactly what he said. "How does it feel bunny? How does this cock inside you feel?" Changbin teased while he continued to mindlessly move in and out of you in perfect sync with your body.

Changbin's eyes widened when he saw the moment happen. Like clouds colliding in a perfect storm he could feel his climax reaching its zenith the moment your eyes went blank with pleasure. "I'm gonna fucking cum, bunny. You're pulling me in like crazy…”

He wanted to fill you up so full that everything poured back out again. So full that your stomach bulged full of his seed. His muscular forearm wrapped around your throat as his cock throbbed and pumped inside of you. You felt each and every pump and immediately unleashed all of your quiet, unheard thoughts, holding nothing back.

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[newhope8]

♡Kiss Me There - Chan

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

summary: after five dates you finally invite Chan inside your apartment and in your bedroom but he's not the shy, innocent guy you expected... (extended version on ko-fi)

warnings: smut, comfort, shy reader, Dom/Sub dynamic, oral (f.rec)

Bad boys kiss first; good girls kiss harder. Chan had learned this on your second date. By the third date he had shown you what a gentleman he could be. By the fifth date, all of your expectations flew out the window.

Just lay back, spread your legs and let me pound your pretty pussy, take it all like the good girl you are.

"Have you ever been with a Dom?" Chan whispered, tracing small circles around your collarbone. You laughed softly, almost awkwardly, at his question. You weren't sure if he was serious. The only experience you had with any Dom/sub dynamics was the fanfic you read. But Chan was so gentle and you felt comfortable around him. He wasn't aggressive and he wasn't bossy.

“Uh…no? I mean, I don't think so…” You murmured, unable to hold eye contact with him. He leaned into your neck and kissed the sensitive skin there. He gently dragged his lips along your neck to your ear and whispered again, “if you had been with one before, you'd remember.”

You reflexively curled and arched your back like a cat stretching out in the sunlight. A soft moan ached from your core and out of your mouth.

Chan clenched his jaw causing the veins in his neck to appear and disappear in a pulsing motion. You turned him on like no other. "Don't play dumb, babygirl. You're better than that." He smirked and grabbed your jaw at the end of his sentence to really drive home his point that he wasn't one to screw around with.

You blinked slowly, your eyes wet and your bottom lip trembling. “I..I do know what a Dom is.” You cooed softly, sliding and squeezing your legs together unconsciously needing the friction, unconsciously needed his fingers, his tongue, his cock inside of you.

Chan smiled softly, using his thumb to softly rub your cheeks as he continued to hold your jaw. He was controlling but he was always good about praise. It was the best thing about being a Dom, praising the sub for doing what he asked of them. And you were doing a wonderful job and he hadn't even controlled you like he wanted to.

“Thank you for being honest with me. You did well." His voice was low and warm like it was laced with honey. His words poured over you and coated your skin from head to toe. He let go of your jaw and said goodnight, giving you a wink before walking out of the kitchen.

Your knees wobbled and you had to hold onto the sink to keep from falling over. “Wait!” You shouted after him. The neediness in your voice even surprising you. “You're leaving? Are you mad at me?”

He stopped mid-step in the doorway of the kitchen. He slowly turned around to face you. He smiled at you and rubbed the back of his neck, resting his body against the doorframe.

"No, I'm not mad at you. Believe me, you will know when I'm mad at you. And it will be a lesson you will not soon forget." He paused for a minute before continuing, letting his threat hang in the air between the two of you for a moment. "By the way, that video you sent me was... incredible. Too incredible to be sharing that with just anyone. Share it with someone that actually knows what they're doing.”

You stepped closer towards him, silently begging him to stay, to throw you against the wall and make you forget about every bad date, every bad kiss, every bad fuck you had ever had. But your shyness was getting the better of you. It coiled around your throat and strangled all the words out of your vocal cords until all that remained was wasted air.

Tell him what you want. You screamed inside your head. “Come upstairs.” You said finally. Not a question but a statement. Chan smirked proudly and nodded.

He silently followed you up the stairs to your room. He stayed just inches behind you, enjoying the way your hips swayed as you walked and the way your skin smelled. You almost seemed like a beautiful doe in the woods late at night, too trusting of the toothy wolf you just invited into your humble den. He stopped in front of your bedroom door and watched you walk inside. "Can I ask you something?”

You sat down on the edge of your bed. You grabbed a bottle of your favorite lotion and began applying it to your arms, a nervous habit you had always had. The smell of lavender and honey always seemed to calm you down and now this gorgeous man staying in your room staring at you like you were a goddamn supermodel. “Sure.”

Chan's eyes grazed along your skin following the motion of your soft hand applying lotion to your arms and legs. The sheen and shine of the lotion like a glaring light beckoning him to kiss every inch of you. He smiled wickedly and let out a soft groan* "Are you a virgin?”

Your hands froze midway up your thigh. Your eyes flicked to his and to Chan's surprise, you had the same wicked smile on your face too. “No, I'm not. Why? Do I act that innocently?”

Chan took another step into your bedroom. He loved how honest you were being about everything. He was so proud of you that he almost wanted to reward you. Almost. He ran his fingers through his hair and spoke bluntly. "I ask because from that video you looked so tight and untouched I would've thought you were a virgin.”

He spoke so casually. He said exactly what he was thinking the moment he thought it. When he picked you up for your first date he was so sweet and almost shy. He was respectful and patient. This side of him was so different. You envied him. Your cunt pulsated and throbbed with your heartbeat and you knew you couldn't wait anymore. You slowly slid your legs open and yanked your panties to the side so you were on full display for Chan. “Please.” You whispered.

When you positioned herself on the bed, Chan looked between your legs and licked his lips. In almost perfect sync he buried his face into your tight cunt. His tongue worked hungrily, flicking against your clit and along the length of your soft lips. His mouth pressed against your soaking folds after every lap of his tongue. You thrusted your hips into his mouth, never before feeling the sensation of a tongue that could do tricks and licks like this. You ran your fingers through his hair before grabbing a generous handful with both hands, effectively riding his tongue imagining riding his cock the exact same way.

Chan continued to lick, coaxing the orgasm out of you. He hooked his arm around your thigh to angle himself better and then followed by grabbing your other thigh, effectively spreading your legs wider and exposing your sensitive clit to him even more than before. Your orgasm washed over you like it was the first time. Like your body had never experienced anything like this moment, right now. He watched you come undone and he stood up from between your legs, already pulling himself out of his boxers. He lined himself up with your entrance and looked down at you and smiled. "You look so fucking pretty right now babygirl. Look at you, so pliable and ready for me."

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[newhope8]

♡Happy Little Accident - Chan

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

★summary: You've got some exciting and unexpected news for your boyfriend...

★genre: fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort, mentions of fertility issues, pregnancy announcement, pregnancy test

Chan waited at the small cafe table towards the back. It was your spot. The spot where he first asked you out. The spot where he first kissed you and the spot where you first accidentally spilled a burning hot extra foam latte into his lap.

The two of you had been together for three years. Three years of ups and downs, fights and sex, yearning and despising. He was the one person you could completely be yourself around. That's why you felt comfortable telling him about your fertility. More specifically, your issues and your struggles with fertility. Family and children had always been in your mind. In that big picture in your mind, there was a house, a man that loves you, and the children the two of you would raise together. That was until your 31st birthday when the doctors would tell you that conceiving naturally would be near impossible for you. Near impossible. Suddenly that painting in your mind was getting scrubbed away with toxic paint thinner and old sponges. And all that was left was a blur of the life you thought you wanted.

Then you met Chan. And suddenly rain clouds turned to blue skies and the thought of life being just the two of you didn't seem so bad. He made you feel like all those broken parts of you were being glued back together with every kiss, every hug, and every brush of his hand the pieces were falling back into place. So you put away the plans for the nursery, the good schools, the summer camps. You tucked them away in the part of your mind that you planned to never visit again. Until the 25th of the month. The 25th of the month was officially five days late for your period. A few days late, sure. That was nothing to panic about. But five days? Five days and your hand started to hover over the panic button.

Your hand stayed hovered over that metaphorical panic button all the way to the pharmacy where you stood staring at every pregnancy test available.

Your mind was racing. Every test did the same thing, right? But were some tests better than others? Were some stronger? Smarter? You checked your watch and saw that you had exactly two hours before you had to meet Chan for lunch. He just had a few good minutes for his lunch break and he always wanted to spend it seeing you. He always said you were his “pick-me-up”, that he didn't really need the coffee if he could see your face. You held the bright pink box in your hand and waited. You waited for a sign, or for your period to start, or for your legs to not feel like concrete. You took a deep breath and willed yourself to move to the checkout counter. You bought a king-sized Snickers bar as well, as a treat for whatever the results may be…

Two hours later, Chan arrived at the cafe. He found your table and sat down. He would never admit it but he liked being the first one to arrive, so he could always see you walk through the door. It was his favorite sight. He pulled his phone out to check some emails when he heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, handsome.” You cooed softly, sliding into a chair next to him and hugging him tightly.

“Hey! It's good to see you baby, I missed you!” He whispered into your ear as he held you. He loved when the conversations, the special, intimate ones, were just between the two of you. He loved when he held you and the world disappeared for a moment. “How are you?” His eyes sparkled for you like the first day you met.

You smiled back, tears already filling your eyes. You gripped the strap of your purse tightly as if it weighed a thousand pounds. But what was inside was even heavier than that, heavier than anything the two of you had ever faced before.

“Channie, baby, I have something to tell you…” Your voice trailed off as you reached inside your purse. Chan felt a bit of panic in his chest. You sounded so serious and he was worried. You took a deep breath and pulled out a pregnancy test. On the display screen were two visible, solid pink lines.

“Is…is that what I think it is?” Chan slowly grabbed the tiny plastic stick and stared at the vertical pink and off white. The color that would change your lives forever.

“It's positive. I'm pregnant. You knocked me up, mister.” You smiled. A nervous smile that wasn't sure how he was going to react. You hoped that the joking tone would lighten the mood a little. Chan let out a stifled laugh, caught in between his throat and his heart somewhere. His eyes filled with tears and spilled over onto his cheeks. His smile grew and grew while his hands shook, still holding the pregnancy test. He turned to look at you, tears fully streaming down his face now.

“We're going to have a baby?” His voice broke into gentle sobs. You held him close and whispered into his ear. “Yes. We're going to have a baby. It's a miracle. You…you gave me a miracle.”

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[newhope8]

My Kpop Journey So Far 💝

Kpop found me in the summer of 2022 (mid-June, July). Here's what has happened to me since then.

I originally published this on AO3 on January 9, 2024. Was informed by the site (via email) to delete it from my AO3 account, as it was not a fan work (it fell under the personal message category). So, I'm re-posting it here to Tumblr.

I have done brief edits (in small purple bold font) to make it read a bit smoother, yet the overall vibe of my essay remains the same. 😊

🌸 Original word count on AO3 — 4,388

🌸 Chapters — 1 (one)

🌸 Audience rating — Teen & up (tho some parts are General audiences too, you'll see)

🌸 Current edits (in small purple bold letters) written in February 2025

🌸 Disclaimer: I'm NOT the creator of the SKZOO divider banner I've used a few times throughout this post. ⬇️ All credit for this goes to the original creator (I don't know who they are).

Hello. 🥰💕 I hope this finds you doing well. 🦋🙏🏻

I was recently inspired by another Tumblr user's New Years Eve 2024 post to tell my journey into Kpop. I re-blogged their original post & began writing the following. ⬇️

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Briefly about myself —

I am Jordan, 33 years old (I'm now 34.)

Born female

Identifying with she/her/hers

M/F with relationships irl (tho Minsung has a soft spot in my heart)

Jordan is not my real name, it’s simply one I like to use on social media, I just like the sound of it 🙂

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The first group I found was Stray Kids & it was with the God's Menu music video that I felt a spark of something flicker in my heart. I was on YouTube late one night, watching another channel and trying to get my brain to go into survival mode to cope.

In March 2022, my parents & I relocated from our hometown to a different city in another state due to my dad’s work changing (he is the primary income provider for our family atm). I had a full-time job of my own, with a good salary & company benefits. Sadly, I did not earn enough to stay behind on my own so I had to move with my parents. I was heartbroken, for I'd had to say goodbye to co-worker friends, lost my steady income (some of the best I’ve ever earned in my entire working life as an adult) & the remaining ½ a semblance of a normal life. Joy & hope stuttered out for me & some days, I felt so desolate it was as if my heart was being squeezed internally by an invisible, evil hand & the liquid weeping from my soul was a thick, black & foul-smelling poison — grief. No one in my family nor other loved ones had passed away, yet I think you can see where I’m coming from. I recall going to bed one night in our new apartment in this new city we'd moved to & feeling my chest being tight — yet it wasn’t actual chest pains. It was hopelessness at our current family situation. 💔😔 (Things are much the same currently.)

It was the middle of June 2022. I was watching a few videos on a channel I’d recently found, Jin & Hattie. Go check them out. They’re adorable. He’s Korean 🇰🇷 & she’s British 🇬🇧. They’re also recently married (sometime in 2022 or early 2023, I don’t recall which). No, not the Jin from BTS, haha. 😄💜

I glanced at the sidebar of video recommendations & my eyes strayed to a Stray Kids music video that appeared there. I may have even clicked on Maniac first, I don’t remember. The point is, God’s Menu caught my eye. I was captivated by the sound & rhythm of Changbin’s opening rapid-fire rap lines.

The next thing that caused me to wake up was Felix’s deep baritone. Everyone (& I mean anyone who’s even remotely heard of Stray Kids) knows what part of the video I am talking about. 😮‍💨🔥

Does Michelin 5 star ring any bells? 😎

Or the phrase "the Felix effect"? 😏

The rest, as the saying goes, is history.

I reached for my phone, which was resting on my bedside table. I tapped on Apple Music as fast as I could & IMMEDIATELY began building a Kpop playlist. Before the night was over, I had 20+ songs on that list. (Flash-forward ⏭️ to January 2024 & there were 141 songs = 7 hrs & 59 min. February 2025 — I've edited the playlist a bit, moved some songs to other lists ... it's currently at 113 songs, 6 hrs 18 min.)

The next step in my journey was on Facebook, a platform I’ve been on for the past 13 years. I’d clicked around and began “following/ liking👍🏻” any Stray Kids-themed page I could find, both official & unofficial accounts.

A post caught my eye & I read it. It was talking about how the members enjoyed communicating with the Stay fandom on the bubble 🫧 app. I remember thinking, what in the world is BUBBLE, so I downloaded it to my phone.

Moments later, I had an account created & discovered the public chat room feature. (This has been discontinued for some time now due to harassment & bullying allegations between toxic & non-toxic fans — or so I've heard.) Had I not randomly got on 🫧 when I did, I would not have begun my online friendship journey with several different Stays.

I felt a connection to 3 people in particular.

One was a School Girl, in her early teens

Another was a Single Mother in her early 20s

The third person was another young lady in her Late Teens, about to graduate from high school

School Girl was from the United States. 🇺🇸

Single Mom was from Chile 🇨🇱, a country in South America.

Late Teen was from Hungary 🇭🇺.

It wasn’t long before my new friends & I moved our conversations over to other social media platforms, where we could talk more easily.

School Girl, Single Mom & I began talking on WhatsApp. Late Teen & I began chatting via DM on Instagram.

It was only several weeks later that JYP Entertainment disabled the public chat room feature entirely on 🫧. I recall saying to School Girl that I’m glad I found the app when I did; otherwise, I would not have “met” them at all.

As I talked with Single Mom, I was first introduced to the world of fan fiction (“fanfic” for short). She was writing a multi-chapter story that she was posting to her Wattpad account. Her native language was Spanish (yet she spoke excellent English).

Every 2-3 weeks or so, she would text me & School Girl two (2) chapters to read/ get feedback on. These would always be in English; she used Google Translate. Her fanfic was Stray Kids-themed & it was lovely. 🥰

I would read the chapters as she'd text them to me & School Girl. I would then write back what I thought was happening in each one. Yes, I was loosely paraphrasing, NOT plagiarizing (copying) her work, I hasten to add. ☝🏻

She was thrilled at these summaries, as I came to call them. She told me many times that it was a joy to read her own story from another’s point of view. I assured her I was not re-writing her ideas into something else, merely paraphrasing and putting into English grammar/ punctuation what she’d already written … i.e. using her original “manuscripts” as a guide. This went on for the rest of 2022 & part-way into 2023. School Girl would text back when she could about these fanfic chapters, having begun her freshman year of high school.

Late Teen was close to finishing her high school years. My interactions with her lasted only a few more months. I remember she was saving up for a new laptop computer & did indeed end up buying one. I know this because she proudly sent me photos of her new computer on our private Instagram chat. 📸💻🥰 (I began interacting with Late Teen only several weeks before School Girl & Single Mom.)

It was around the time of Stray Kids' Maxident comeback (October 2022) that my conversations with Late Teen began to trickle to a stop. This was a natural progression — neither of us ended communication, it just stopped on its own. And that’s the way life is: some people are in your life for only a short time & then they go away for whatever reason. I wished her well in one of my last messages & haven’t been in contact with her since. We’re still friends on Instagram, but we don't talk anymore. I am ok with that. 🙂 I hope she’s doing well and has enjoyed all the comeback albums since then.

My conversations with School Girl and Single Mom lasted longer than that & were more frequent in nature. At the time of me writing these edits, my WhatsApp chat with Single Mom is still active, though we now only occasionally text each other on Instagram Messenger. School Girl left our group WhatsApp chat in August 2024. She had secured part-time employment & was juggling schoolwork + extracurricular school things.

My next “online Kpop friendship” was made on a Stray Kids fandom chat room on Discord. If it wasn’t for some random scrolling on Facebook & commenting on a random post, the admin of that SKZ fan Facebook page would never have known to add me to the Discord chat room. This new friend I will name Flight Attendant, for that was her job. To protect her privacy, I'm not saying what airline she works for. We began talking in mid-December 2022. After texting on Discord for a short time, she & I moved our conversation over to Instagram Messenger. I soon learned that Flight Attendant was the same age as me, in her early 30s.

I don't know if she still works for the same airline, has switched companies entirely or is even in the aviation industry anymore. The last we talked was around mid-August 2023, as she was planning to attend KCON 2023 in L.A. with her 2 sisters. ATEEZ and Stray Kids were both slated to appear in concert there. For the 6 months or so that we talked, she confided some very personal things to me — things I will always keep her confidence on. I was humbled she felt safe enough talking to me, to share what she did.

Her job was a difficult one, the hardships of which often went un-noticed by the majority of people — maintaining a semblance of a normal life in between working back-to-back 16+ hour shifts with little to no sleep, depending on flight schedules.

Everyone, the next time you take a flight somewhere, anywhere ... doesn't matter how long your flight is … please PLEASE PLEASE be kind to the cabin crew, particularly the flight attendants {both male & female}. They work very hard to make your travel as easy as they can. They deal with some very nasty passengers & to give your hard-working & under-appreciated flight crew a little amount of kindness in return goes a very long way & isn't too much to ask. They may not remember your name or your face after you leave their aircraft, yet they will always recall the kindness of your soul in reaching out to them with a smile.

I messaged Flight Attendant back a few more times on Instagram (fall/ winter 2023), yet never received a response. After thinking for some weeks, I deleted our Instagram chat thread entirely (from my end). Ma'am, if you ever read this (she knows who she is), it was not intentional. I never heard back from you & only wished to say hello one last time. I hope you’re doing well & a new semblance of peace has re-entered your life after all the hard things you went through. Please reach out to me any time, I am still here. You know where to find me on Instagram, you know my TikTok & you have my personal cell phone number. If you send a regular text though, please identify yourself, just in case (I don’t wish to text a weird person or a scammer back…); my phone number has not changed. God bless you & from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being my friend and for the gift of your friendship and all it gave me. 💕🙏🏻

I will forever be grateful to Flight Attendant ✈️ for the following reasons.

Found 2 different RH series, both written by J. S. Lee (H3RO & its sequel series, Onyx)

Discovered the even more lovely world of 🔞+ Kpop fanfic on the Archive of Our Own (AO3) website 🔥🔥🔥😏😏😏😈😈😈💦💦💦🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

Found new skincare products & cosmetics… Crème Shop-brand, specifically the BT21 line of products

The next step in my journey was signing up for Felix’s chat ticket on 🫧. I couldn’t do all 8 members' tickets each month (that would be around $30.00 USD), yet $3.99 for one ticket … more than doable. 🙂

I’d only been chatting with Flight Attendant for a month when I got Bbokari's ticket. ☀️🐥 For anyone who has his ticket (& even if you don’t), you will know that he occasionally sends photos in large batches. He calls them gifts, often cutely spamming the Stay fandom with several hundred messages at a time. 🥰📱🫧

I've seen 350+ new "messages" from Felix before. Others have had over 700+!! Most of the texts are 1-2 word replies, while other times he sends several short sentences in one note. It varies.

59 second or shorter audio messages from him also are shared. If he speaks one in Korean, he’ll usually send 2-3 more in English.

The more days you have a ticket, the longer a reply you can type back. At first, you will be limited to typing only 2-3 words. If you’re patient, you’ll be able to type more the longer you have a ticket. 💕🔖

Shortly after this, I began reading some of my first fanfic stories on Archive of Our Own (AO3). A few things to know about AO3:

You don’t have to have an account to read anything (I recommend using the Google Chrome web browser)

If you want to comment, leave kudos for an author or post a work of your own, you have to have an active account in good standing (you can request to join the "waitlist" to be sent steps to create log-in credentials)

I only had to wait about a week or so before the website sent me the official “account creation invite” link.

About fanfic stories on AO3 (no matter the amount of smut), they made me feel less lonely. It was liberating for me to put myself in the Y/N (your name) character’s position & transport myself to another world. Even a quick re-read of a favorite one-shot story works wonders, believe me. I still feel this way about all the stories today. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not so devoid of friendships & human interaction irl to survive only on fanfic smut.

My next friendship was with a very successful AO3 fic author. (I still keep in touch with this fanfic author to this day.) Flight Attendant sent me a link to a story called Tangled; it’s written by ThisPeachIsDirty. The author’s name is all one word together, each word is capitalized.

Part 1 of Tangled is 60 chapters long & has been marked complete.

Part 2 has 6-7 chapters so far, with possibly more to come.

I'll refer to this author as Peach. After reading my way through 60 chapters of pure bliss (part 1 of the aforementioned story), I began chatting with her on Instagram Messenger. After a few messages were exchanged, she encouraged me to begin writing a fanfic of my own (which soon contained my first-ever written sex scene).

I wrote for a span of 5-6 hours one afternoon & sent Peach screenshots of my first attempts at smut. Complimenting my unique writing style, she told me it was unlike most of what she’s read & that I had a natural gift for writing.

Please look up ThisPeachIsDirty on AO3 if you haven’t already. Subscribe to & follow her content on there and leave a comment. You will not be disappointed, I promise. 😏🔥🔥🔥🙌🏻

One month prior (July 2023), I joined TikTok. I’d been collecting albums & Kpop merch for a year and slowly started making show & tell videos of items in my collection.

As a friendly FYI & disclaimer: I would share my TikTok (TT) page on my Tumblr, yet I want to keep the more adult side 🔥😏 of fanfic separate from TT.

I know for a fact that some of my TikTok followers are minors. One told me in a DM that she was 14; another began her 6th grade year/ was even younger. I don’t want to have to worry about any “oopsey’s” crossover 🫣🫢😬 and a youngster reading something they shouldn’t.

I was 4 chapters in on my first attempt at a full-length story on AO3 when I began receiving kudos & comments from other fanfic users on the site. One was Peach. Another individual who left me a comment is an equally talented fic author too. Her name is Minnieprincess. Go check out her one-shot stories on there, if you haven’t already. Like with Peach’s stories, you will NOT be disappointed. 😏🙏🏻🔥😈🔞

My acquaintance with Minnie, as I’ll refer to her, brings me to the next step in my journey. Since August 2023 (when she left her first comment on my story), we’ve become very close friends. She is someone I know I'll always stay in regular contact with.

Chatting in the comment section on my AO3 story is how we "met". We exchanged short messages on Wattpad before connecting again on Instagram Messenger. What followed in the next few months was one of the most meaningful instant-connection friendships I’ve ever had with anyone.

I located a missing piece of myself in our friendship. It didn't take the 2 of us long before we called each other soul sisters. We came to trust one another enough to share things about ourselves that are very personal. To put this into a slightly different perspective, I am only child irl. Having Minnie as a new sibling is a gift I’m thankful for x10, every day. 🥹❤️🩹

We moved our conversation over to WhatsApp after a few more months; we talk on a semi-daily basis on this app to this day. Longer messages being exchanged, we told things to each other that we weren't able to before.

In December 2023, I mailed Minnie a Kpop care box. It took 22 days to arrive to her doorstep. I’d bought her 4 different albums & handfuls of merch items, all of which she heartily adored. 💕🥰 Having the memory of video chatting with her on WhatsApp as we opened up the Rock version of Stray Kids' Rock-Star album together (we each have a copy) is something I will cherish forever. 🥹

What could happen next with my Kpop journey & myself as a person? I’m not sure yet. Here's a few random ideas: ☺️⬇️

Getting my first-ever tattoo (or two or three), Kpop-themed

Traveling overseas for the first time to visit Minnie (or meeting up with her in the U.S.)

Attending my first Kpop concert (preferably Stray Kids)

Shopping at a Kpop-only stand alone store and buying more albums/ other merch (I've been doing this since the end of March 2024, lol 🥰 ... I may briefly describe this in a part 2 to this essay ... at some point, I'm not sure yet)

Healing can come in many forms. This essay has been fun & thoughtful to write, to remember how Kpop & the gift of human connection has, in a healthy way, filled a void in my life.

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD, YOU MAKE STRAY KIDS STAY ... Chan 🐺, Changbin 🐷, Han 🐿, Hyunjin 🦦, Felix 🐥, Lee Know 🐰, Seungmin 🐶 & I.N 🦊

8 MAKES 1 TEAM ... Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San, Wooyoung, Yeosang, Mingi, Yunho & Jongho (I'm still learning all the ANITEEZ characters & which member they belong to.) 🥰

I PURPLE YOU! ... RM, Jin, Jimin, Suga, j-hope, Taehyung & Jungkook 🫰🏻

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hard bangchan thoughts || dark romance

disclaimer: every single time I come across this photo of bangchan, I am absolutely wrecked with the most vile, dirty, inhumane thoughts, so please enjoy this as it's been on my mind for LITERAL WEEKS now and I can't stop.

Warnings: hard thoughts. swearing. established relationship. smut. unprotected sex. voyeurism & exhibitionism. mentions the titles and contexts of several intense dark romance books that are not suitable for younger audiences. (i.e gun/knife play, somno, stalking, kidnapping, bondage. etc etc) (if you choose to research these books, please do so at your risk as they include some pretty heavy and intense topics.) roleplaying (??). I think that's it. let me know if I missed any!

Enjoy! [lower case intended. not proof read]

everytime i see this photo of chan i'm brought back to the same scenario in my head that i've been having for months? years?

like, you and chan decide to go on a little bookstore date where you purchase some starbucks and walk around a popular bookstore chain, both of you browsing and exploring and just enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. at some point, the two of you get separated, chan going off to look through the graphic novel section while you bee-line right to the romance section. or more so, the dark romance section.

you've always been a lover of dark romance novels. you've read your fair share of nasty, vile, intense books, like haunting adeline, the ritual & the sacrifice, and so much more. you use the trigger warnings at the beginning of each book as a checklist that covers all your favorite topics to read about, no matter how crazy or intense they are.

so, hours later, when chan has finally decided on the books he wants to purchase and take home, he comes looking for you. as per usual, he finds you curled up in a chair on the second floor of the building, in the corner near the dark romance section. he greets you with a kiss on the head, but you barely register his actions, too engrossed in the newest instalment from your favorite dark romance author. chan just chuckles, shaking his head as he sits down across from you, sipping on the remains of his drink while he watches you with dark eyes. and he watches you so intensely its amazing how you don't look up to meet his fiery gaze.

he never understood your obsession with the genre. it was too intense for him, too out of bounds for his liking. he's read over your shoulder one too many times to understand what kind of shit you're into, and although he loves you dearly, he could never bring himself to subject his brain to that type of rot. but there's something about the way you're reading so intently now, the nail of your thumb between your front teeth, eyes scrunched forward in concentration. something about the way your legs subtly shift together, as if you're trying to adjust yourself into a more comfortable position, but chan knows better. you only fidget like this when you're really nervous or really turned on, and based on the way you're hiding a cheeky, embarrassed smile behind the cuff of your sleeve, he can only assume its the latter. and that's where his obsession then starts.

he's not obsessed with reading the books, but obsessed with finding out which part in these books is giving you such a physical reaction. he's determined to find out just what is making you squirmy and horny every time you have a relaxing reading night together. so chan does his research. he takes note of all the books he's seen give you that reaction and he researches them. he downloads previews of the chapters, blushing with embarrassment when he reads some of the stuff these books have in them. like being fucked with the barrel of a gun, or being stalked in the safety of your own home. chan is so intrigued and so confused and disturbed at the same time. of course, he would NEVER do anything of this to you, that would be too far, but he wants to plan something to get that type of reaction out of you, to make you moan his name and not zade fucking matthews'.

so that's how you ended up here months later, spread out on the bed with chan slowly and roughly dragging his long, thick cock against your tight walls, the ridges and veins driving you insane with each passing minute. he's got his eyes locked on you, and yours on him, the eye contact making you preen and break under the pressure. little ah-ah-ahs sit at the tip of your mouth, but you can't let them out, not unless you want your mother to hear what's going on on your end of the phone line. she's yapping in your ear about the family barbeque she's been planning for weeks in advanced, and you're really trying to listen and be encouraging, but it's getting really hard to focus when chan is fucking you so slowly, so deliciously, his large, muscular body hovering over you and caging you in.

he rocks his hips upwards experimentally, causing a hiccup to leave your mouth. chan's eyebrow raises in amusement as the horror takes over your face at the noise you had just made, embarrassment flushing your cheeks when your mom pauses her tyrant and asks if you're alright. 'honey, is everything okay?' she asks, concern lacing her tone. your eyes stay glued to chans, his hands squeezing your hips as he bucks his hips forward once more, almost eliciting a scream from your throat. 'i'm fine mom,' you struggle with getting the words out 'i'm just struggling with.... something at the moment.' chan reaches his hand down and inserts his finger into you alongside his cock, alternating his thrusts to match the opposite of his fingers movements. 'do you need me to let you go?' she asks, completely oblivious to the way your sweet, usually innocent boyfriend is completely rearranging your guts in the most glorious way possible. a 'yes' begs to fall from your lips, but you stop it when you see chan shake his head slowly. confusion passes over your features, his finger and his cock bringing you to feel a new level of pleasure. 'no?' you reply back. chan takes a moment to pull his finger out and wrap his large hands around your pretty throat, growling in your opposite ear 'you hang up and i stop moving'. at that, your orgasm crashes over you and you have no choice but to cry out loudly as the waves hit you like a tsunami. never have you cum so hard before. but omg you just came all over chans cock, crying out loudly with your mother on the phone. horror passes over your features once more and you can feel yourself beginning to panic when chan lifts the phone up, showing you the toggled mute button on screen. he then pulls all the way out and unmutes the phone, putting a finger to his mouth to shut you up before he slams back in, the vibrations from your orgasm only adding to the oversensitivity of it all. 'hello mama,' chan then puts the phone to his ear, his hips picking up pace as he begins to slam into your pussy recklessly. you can feel yourself getting brought over the edge again when he smiles down at you. 'what do you want us to bring for the barbeque?'

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♡Tunnel Vision - Minho

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: bad boy! Minho x student! reader

summary: You can't stand the boy that sits behind you in class. He's rude, arrogant and a huge Playboy. and now you're paired with him for your newest poetry assignment.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, Playboy Minho, heavy kissing, groping.

It's not that you hated your new poetry course. Just one specific person in your new poetry class. Minho would show up late or sometimes not at all. And when he did bother to show up, he would sit at the desk behind yours. He would lean into your ear and ask you what he missed.

His breath would be warm against your neck and the first time he whispered, you actually felt butterflies. You were nice and smiled. You would turn your head and tell him in hushed tones what he had missed. He'd notice the slight flush in your cheeks and it would make him smirk because he knew. He knew that your head was pounding because of him.

But then one day after the class had ended a girl had pushed her way through a crowd of students to get to him. She yelled and cried because he never called her again. She told him he was an asshole and his response was “what's your name again?”

So now when Minho strolls into class late and takes his seat behind you, you keep your head forward. You suffocate the butterflies in your stomach and square your shoulders. You refuse to be another notch on that man's belt. You refuse to let him make you feel so warm and wet and so-

“I think I'll partner you with Minho this week.”

Your eyes flash to the front of the class where the teacher is looking directly at you. “No, no I can't. I…” you plead but the teacher just shakes his head and hands you the newest template for the poetry course this week.

Minho's dorm room was exactly as you expected. Messy, unkempt, a real boy's place. As the two of you stepped inside he off the cuff mentioned he had a roommate but the two of you should be undisturbed for the night.

“Who's your roommate?” You ask as you pull a few textbooks out of your bag. Your voice was flat and ultimately uninterested but you needed to make some kind of small talk to cut through this tension of being in Minho's living room. Minho rummaged through his fridge and pulled out a few beers before making his way back to you on the couch. “You don't know him.” He said quickly. He slid the second beer across his coffee table to you. You rolled your eyes and pushed it to the edge of the table and pulled out the template from class. “Let's get started, okay? The sooner we get this going, the sooner we can be done and never speak to each other again.”

Minho smirked, his slender fingers tapping against the neck of his beer bottle. “Aw, what's the matter? You don't like me?” He leaned in closer. “Nope.” You snapped back. This response made Minho laugh. A loud, full laugh that promised that he didn't believe you. He was cocky and he was sure that every girl wanted him. His eyes lingered on you as you continued to read over the template. “So, what bullshit do we have to write about now?” Minho asked while taking another swig of his beer. You sighed heavily in response. “Love. The subject is just love. It says to write about any kind of love, however it speaks to you.”

Minho let out a huff. “Between a beautiful woman's legs, that's the only love I need.” He remarks. “You're disgusting.” You retort. You slide a template over to where he sits, “just write something, pervert.” Minho's face scrunches up for a moment, “aren't we supposed to be working on this together, partner?”

“You're a big boy, you can handle it.” You scold, your hand gripping tightly to your pencil. “Just write.” Minho sighs loudly as his body slumps deeper into the couch. An hour goes by without either of you saying a word to one another. Just the sounds of pencils scraping and pages turning fills the air around you. “This is stupid.” Minho complains, finally breaking the silence. The sound of a pencil hitting the coffee table breaks you out of your writing trance and you shoot a glaring look at him. “If you hate this so much, why did you sign up for this class?” You quip back.

Minho's eyes flash an intensity that matches yours. An angry, exacerbated look that contracts with his normal cool and calm demeanor. Has he never had someone challenge him before? Has he never had a girl stand up to him instead of immediately falling to her knees? You hold your stance and the two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Then Minho grabs your half-written poem in an instant before you can even process what he is doing. He stands up from the couch and holds it ceremoniously. “Let's see what Miss Goody-Goody wrote about love, eh?” You fumble up from the couch and take a confident dive at Minho to try to get the paper back but miss as he pulls the paper away at the last minute. “Give that back!” You demand. But Minho holds the paper just out of reach, laughing proudly as he does. You look back at the coffee table to find his paper sitting there unprotected and take your chance, snatching it quickly into your hands. Minho's eyes widen as he realizes where this little chess game has led the two of you and his cheeks begin to burn a bright, hot red. His voice drops to a low, intimidating octane, “give it here. I'm serious.” His hand splayed out in front of you.

You let out a triumphant laugh and stick up your nose at him. “No way!” Minho smirk turns to a serious expression and he takes a few steps towards you, causing you to take a few steps back. Soon you are frantically trying to figure out your next move. You quickly fake left before turning to the right and easing your way around Minho and down the hall to an open door welcoming you inside. You hastily run into the room and shut the door behind you, hearing the pounding sound of Minho's palms flat against the other side of the door. “This isn't funny anymore! Come out of there!” He shouts from the hallway.

You clear your throat ready to read the poem out loud. Minho groans loudly before giving the door one last defeated thud. Your eyes scan the page and you find yourself frozen by something you did not expect.

A carnation bright

Unfold for me

This is everything and nothing

I put a ribbon and signed the envelope

Postage stamp

In the garden you wait

Surrounded by a soil that drains

Who waters you?

Where is the watering can that fills your petals, sweet Carnation?

I pluck you so carefully

Lie you down on the softest pillow

You've ever felt

You clutch the page in your hands, a slight tremble causing the paper to crinkle under your fingertips. Your eyes pour over every line again and again. The words are erased and written again, scribbled over and corrected. But the words he chose, the words he decided were the right ones to express himself, they stayed etched in pencil led with a secretive beauty. You slowly make your way to the bedroom door and turn the door knob. You find Minho sitting in the hallway across from the door. He glares up at you, his face painted red in embarrassment. “Don't say anything. I know it's bad.” He whispers, his voice shaking slightly.

You step out into the hallway and kneel in front of where Minho sits. “It's not bad, Minho. It's actually…good.” You confess. You watch Minho's head lift up as he searches your face for any hint of a lie. Then he lifts up your paper, “you didn't write anything.” He smirks.

Then it was your face that burned red. You had written a few pathetic lines of poetry before erasing everything in frustration. “I hate what I wrote. I hate everything I write.” you murmur. This causes Minho's smile to grow and spread across his face. But this smile was different, not a mocking, cocky smile but a smile that seemed to understand exactly what you meant. “That just means you're good at what you do. Come here, I'll show you.” He said and then stood up taking your hand in his and pulling you back into the bedroom. The bedroom that was, in fact, his bedroom. In the far corner of the room stood a tall, broad bookshelf so full that it almost looked like it would bend and break if just one more book was added. Minho searched the shelf for just a moment before pulling out three books. He then turned on his heels to face you. “These authors didn't even get published until their late 40s. Can you believe that? Now everyone reads them!” His eyes lit up with the kind of fascination designated for a child on Christmas morning. He placed the books in your hands and begged you to read them. You looked down at the books in your hands and furrowed your brow. This was not the boy you were expecting. Why did he have to act like such an asshole all the time? Why did he have to act so uninterested and bored all of the time?

You look up from the books and stare at Minho for a moment. “Why are you so afraid of people seeing this side of you?”

Minho jolts from your blunt question. His eyes lock with yours and for a moment his mouth hangs open in silence. Then he steps closer to you. “Because this side is too real, too raw. If they are the real me then they can hurt the real me. And I can't risk that.”

Something snaps in you at his response. You didn't know if it was his honesty or the fact that you had been feeling the exact same way but something outside of yourself brought your lips to his. His lips were surprisingly tender. His hands made their way up to your jawline and nestled there as the two of you worked in tandem. Your nose brushed against one another as his mouth opened in invitation. Your tongue scraped softly against his teeth, giving way to his teeth biting and holding onto your bottom lip. A soft and vulnerable noise escaped you at that moment. And a flash of all the women who have ever been in this room entered your mind, causing you to break the kiss. You stumble back and press your hand over your mouth. “I can't. I'm sorry.” You turn towards the bedroom door and make your way down the hallway to leave. You frantically and admittedly quite clumsily grab your book bag and jacket before making a b-line to the front door.

Minho never tried to stop you, never called your name out and begged you to stay. You walked back to your dorm room and threw yourself onto the bed. You bury your face in your pillow until all light leaves and only darkness remains. He wasn't just a fuckboy, player, or asshole. He was actually someone who you could fall in love with. And that thought was scarier than anything else.

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Railway

⚠️ Disclaimer: No depiction of the actual members of Stray Kids is intentional. It is coincidental & for fanfic entertainment purposes only. ⚠️

Banners & dividers by the talented @cafekitsune :)

Start notes: “Yeah, this train never sleeps / Brace yourself, take a seat.” 😜 You and your special guy treat each other very, very well. 😈🫠

🚂 Rating: explicit

🚂 Fandoms: Stray Kids

🚂 Categories: F/M

🚂 Characters: female y/n; Bang Chan of Stray Kids

🚂 Additional tags & CWs: fingering (male & female receiving); vaginal fingering; anal fingering; hand & finger kink; oral sex (male & female receiving); cunnilingus; cum swallowing; cum eating; masturbation (male & female); nipple play; clit play; slight breeding kink if you squint I guess; body worship (male & female receiving); mentions of squirting (female pov)

I've also posted this one-shot to my AO3, you can read it here too.

You look back at him & point to his belt buckle and trousers. Off, you command. Now, if you please. He looks down at himself and despite the dark color of his dress pants, there is a large wet spot that’s begun to blossom right between his legs. You watch as he undoes his belt and pants, with shaking hands. He kicks them impatiently off and then just stands there, staring back at you. All of it, off & now … I’m getting thirsty and I know just how I want to quench my parched throat, you say to him, with a very pointed look at his dick. You add—But you cannot touch yourself, do you understand me?! He nods his head with eyes that are ½-blown out. Peeling off his ruined boxers, he gently eases them over his dick and kicks them off across the room.

He is visibily leaking for you. Even standing a few paces away from him as you are, you can see that the head of his dick is covered in mouth-watering pre-cum.

You manage to get the dress you’re wearing about ½-way down your hips but then the dratted garment’s zipper gets stuck for some reason. Ah, fucking damnit, off now and I can’t work it off me—you laugh to yourself. Yet you’re equally frustrated, because you’re as wet for him as he is for you. You cannot shed the rest of your clothing fast enough for your liking. Baby, baby, stop fretting. Let me help you,—you hear his voice delightfully rumble from where he’s standing ½-rooted to the spot. Come here—he quietly instructs you. You readily follow his directions & walk the 3 steps over to him. Turn around for me, my angel—he says. You turn around & feel his hands settle on your hips. Arousal starts to steadily leak out of your wailing pussy, trickling through your folds and down your legs. You can feel it seep from your body in slow yet steady drips. To say that your panties are soaked is the understatement of the year. If you didn’t know it was your own pre-cum, you’d have thought you’d peed yourself. YES indeed.

In one effortless motion, he gently yet firmly shoves your dress the rest of the way down your body and you step out of the garment at last. He spins you around and places a hand on each naked tit. (As you may have guessed already, you were braless underneath your dress.) He doesn’t stroke, rub, pinch, suckle or lick them. He simply cradles them in his warm hands. You look into his eyes and see tears beginning to glisten on his eyelashes. You are instantly on alert and ask him if he’s ok. Yes, I’m fine, it’s just … just … ah naur, I can’t—he stutters out, letting his head droop down. Now he begins to cry for real, shaking his head from side to side. You place your hands under his chin, gently pulling his face back up so you can look him in the eye. As his tears fall freely down his face, you gently wipe them away with your thumb and pointer fingers.

After a moment of cradling his face, you put your arms around him and pull him to you for a chaste hug, despite the fact that you’re partially naked & he’s 100% nude. You feel his arms snake around your shoulders, in essence pulling you completely flush with his body. His dick knows exactly where to go, getting as close to your wet folds as it can. You hug him tighter in response, trying to momentarily forget that you’re so turned on & fucking horny you can barely see straight. You whisper into his ear that everything is ok. In the next breath, you ask why he’s crying. Are you upset in any way?—you gently query.

He tells you he’s not upset, not in the slightest. Just grateful that 1) you’d want to be with him in the first place, 2) you loved the elaborate dinner date he’d planned out for you & 3) he loves you and is thankful to be a significant part of your life. You pull back from his hug just enough to look into his eyes. “My dear,” you choke out, tears making your voice thick. “I can only hope you’ll still love me even when my hair is gray, my boobs aren’t perky & my pussy can’t get wet anymore.”

It’s your turn for your head to tilt forward in emotion. You still can’t believe, at times, you are always so welcomed by his love. It has turned into something bigger than yourself, something that isn’t always easy to put into words.

His hands rest on your boobs the entire time you’re speaking from your heart. He cradles your twin peaches softly in his hands, as if he’s holding some of the world’s most prized treasures. And to him, yes … your boobs are 2 of the world’s most prized things, in his mind anyhow. Pulling your face up, he brings you eye level with his own smokey gaze. “I can’t ever not love you. You are my angel & I will always love you, no matter what.”

You suddenly pitch forward towards him again, pressing your nose into his neck. After inhaling his scent for a moment, you raise your head to look him in the eyes before pressing your lips firmly against his. He moans into your mouth and one of his hands leaves your tits to dip rather quickly below the waistband of your panties. His fingers find the top of your clit easily and gently push down on the swollen bud. He whimpers as he feels how your slick has begun to collect and pool in the top part of your folds. He quickly withdraws his hand and you begin to cry at the loss of his touch. It is only so he can divest you of your panties. He pushes them past your hips & down your legs. You hastily dance-kick them off your feet.

He shuffles you backward towards the bed. You fall onto it with a slight wheeze of breath, for he’s on top of you in an instant, just hovering. He resumes his kissing, and his fingers dive back into your squelching pussy. He continues to strum and massage your flower petals, alternating his fingers on either side while occasionally dipping his middle finger into your pussy to collect more of your slick. There’s plenty of it to quench his thirst. He gives your lips one last kiss before removing his hand from your pussy to hold himself above you. I know you said you were thirsty, baby girl, yet so am I & I cannot wait any longer. May I, please?!—he croaks out.

I was hoping you would—you answer him. Yet you have to let me return the favor, I want to taste you too, so fucking bad … you have no idea. You swear you see his pupils dilate even further until there’s no colored bits of the iris left in his eyes. He bites his bottom lip between perfect white teeth & shuffles his body down so his head is resting on your knees. (Your legs are pressed tightly together at this point still, not splayed open yet.) He places a very wet, open-mouthed kiss on each kneecap, and puts a hand on each leg, giving a gentle yet firm squeeze. You know what this means—a favorite non-verbal cue of his for you to open your legs for him. Which you do. He scoots away from you just enough so you can comply. You move your left leg slowly, keeping your eyes locked on him even as you feel his hand slowly settle at the juncture of your left ass cheek/ just beyond your pussy, where you’re wanting him to desperately be. His fingers start to trail towards your sopping folds as you move your right leg & splay it out to the side as well.

For a moment, he just looks at you, then at your glistening center, then back to you again. You whisper in an urgent tone that you want to taste him too, that you hope he’ll let you. Don’t worry, my baby—he says. I want to make you feel good first. After all, this date is about you. I promise, you can suckle me all you want after you cum at least once for me. I promise you, you’ll more than be able to quench your thirst on my cream. Yet, since I’m just so grateful to be with you, ah naur—he moans, more tears of joy and lust falling from his eyes—I’ll let you have a sample. Here—he says, reaching down & giving himself 2 of the most delicious pumps you’ve ever seen him do for you. He places his hand near the base of his dick and gently pistons his fingers down, stopping just shy of the base of his cockhead. He is literally milking himself for you, you can see the dewy drops seeping from the tip as he squeezes himself. He collects some on his fingertips and slowly brings his cream-soaked fingers up to your lips. Taste me while I drink from you—he croaks out.

You grasp his wrist in both hands and start to suckle his pre-cum off his fingers. Thoroughly relishing in this preview of his taste and smell, you feel something even more wet make contact with your folds. He’s used this moment of you being distracted with his fingers to lower his head to your cunt. Running his tongue through your lady bits and up-down each side of your clit, you rapidly pull his fingers out of your mouth & fist the bed sheets. You bow up and your back arches so suddenly at the new stimulation that you hope you haven’t popped a vertebrae or other spinal ligament out of place. Your mouth is open in a silent O, yet you haven’t cum yet. There is no doubt whatsoever in your mind that you will soon be squirting through your orgasm with just a few more licks of his very talented tongue.

Seeing you arch up so suddenly, he stops his ministrations on your cunt and looks up at you properly. Are you ok, baby?—he asks quickly. Did I hurt you, do you want me to keep going or do something different? You wrench your head back into a straight position to return his blazing stare. You tell him he’d better keep going, that you want him to drink from you directly. And by drink, you sure as hell don’t mean your tits (since you are not currently pregnant or nursing). To prompt him to keep going, you place the hand of his you’d been licking clean on your left nipple and open your legs even wider. You wiggle your butt a little too, just so he can hear how wet you are. This slight movement from you has your pussy making a squelching sound and you’re not doing anything that ‘extra’ to cause this—honest!!

He takes the hint and places said-hand on your left breast. Gently squeezing it, he lowers his head back to your pussy and oh fuck … this time he starts sucking on your clit directly. You’re already so wet there, he doesn’t need to dip his tongue back into you, between your folds, to collect more of your slick. It’s already spread that quickly to the rest of your lady bits. You moan out louder as you feel him work your swollen bud back and forth with his tongue, first side-to-side then in an up-down motion. Your moans turn into a loud wailing of his name as he rapidly inserts 2 fingers into your vagina. It takes him only 2 seconds to find that spot & he curls his fingers up in that ‘oh so familiar’ way. Your head is now thrashing from side-to-side, and you’re getting so fucking close. You feel that invisible coil get pulled as taut as it can possibly go.

It’s with 2 more sucks on your clit & 1 finger thrust into your vagina that you’re arching completely off the bed. Your pussy walls clamp down as hard as they possibly can on his middle & pointer fingers, which is very tight. Through the haze of one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had in your life, you manage to hear him emit a truly guttural Alpha-like groan from deep within his throat. You’re still in the throes of orgasm when you suddenly feel like you’re about to pee yourself. Even with him suckling on your clit and continuing to lazily finger fuck you into the next week, you hear & feel your pussy make a different wet sound than before. You think you’ve actually squirted for him! For he can’t lap up this new release fast enough, his tongue moving even faster than before.

He manages to lift his head up at one point, to take a breath. You ask him if it’s your turn now, you want to taste him so badly you could cry. He lifts his head a bit more and what you see has happy tears forming too quickly in your eyes. His face is glistening with your squirt release, tongue partially hanging out of his mouth & his eyes are totally blown out. Your head flops back onto the pillow as you begin to descend from your orgasm, the last of the butterfly tremors fading away into a mellow, boneless, floaty feeling. Removing his fingers from your slick-soaked vagina, you sense rather than see him crawl up next to you. He starts to kiss you all over your neck and collarbone. You revel in this for a moment before gently pulling away from him & pushing him back down onto the bed. You keep a hand on each of his shoulders and say that it is your turn now and to be ready.

Oh naur, oh fuck yes please and thank you—he croaks out. You waste no time, only stopping to kiss each of his nipples just once before wriggling downwards until you’re settled between his legs. His dick is hard and thick. It is unique & beautiful. You are a little intimidated, so you decide to take a moment and let yourself breathe. You rest your head on one of his thighs, using it as a pillow. He feels you do this & looks down. Are you ok? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable—he whispers. Even though his eyes are still 100% blown out, he has the decency & courtesy to check in on you and make sure you’re ok. Go as slow as you want. Try licking just the tip first—he continues. You apologize to him for being so nervous. He assures you, you have no need to be. He is simply happy to be with you, is all. Though … he does ask once, in a hoarse voice, for you to hurry, since in his words—Baby, I am going to cum soon without you even suckling me, I’m that turned on for you.

You kiss his thigh and thank him for being sweet. You ask him to lay back on the pillows and close his eyes. Which he does. For a split second, you take one quick moment to just appreciate the sight of his chest rising and falling in short, rapid breaths. The center line of his stomach is like a valley you want to get lost in & never climb your way out of. Branching off to each side are well-defined sets of tight-coiled 6 pack abdominal muscles. Further south on either side of his waist, is that V-line that makes you want to drool & flop on the floor at the same time. Further down from that is a bushy tuft of hair (similar in color to the hair on his head) from which is sticking out a dick that’s average length, yet with a girth that looks so yummy you get wet all over again just thinking about it.

Yet, here you are … face-to-face with it, and it’s leaking the most beautiful dewy drops from its tip. You put your nose right in front of it, barely touching it. You want to smell him for a second. His scent is delicious. You feel another orgasm start to flutter to life in your lower half. It is now time to start tasting him properly.

You look up to make sure that his eyes are still closed. They are. You touch his tip with your right hand and get your middle and pointer fingers coated with his pre-cum. He moans and starts to shudder a bit. Ahhhhhh … fuck, Y/N—he cries out. You make sure your hand is good and wet, then reach down between your own legs to collect some of your own slick, for your pussy is still leaking profusely, despite you already having had an orgasm. You moan yourself and your breath touches his cockhead. He twitches, his dick starting to swell a bit more and a few more drops of milk oozes from the tip. You can feel both of your & his slick dribbling down your hand and wrist as you move this arm of yours up towards his face. Taste us, please—you croak out to him. Mirroring your movements from earlier, he gently grasps your soaked hand and begins to suckle on your fingers.

You feel yourself leak arousal onto the sheets even more. You’re getting close again (& rather fast) just from watching him suckle on your fingers, so you decide to go for it. His eyes are fluttering open, then closed as he licks your & his combined milk off your fingers. You wait until his eyes are closed for a moment, then carefully lick his tip. Mimicking you once more, his mouth leaves your fingers and his head slams back into the pillows. AHHHHHH, FUCKING HELL AND DAMNIT,—he hollers out. He keeps hold of your right wrist and places your hand on his chest. Encouraged, you lick his dick a few more times, then cautiously take the entire head into your mouth.

AHHHHHHHH, FUCK Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!—he wheezes out. Out of nowhere, you suddenly realize that you have no nervousness at all anymore. Your body instinctively knows what to do next. You lower your head, urged on by something greater than yourself, something unseen & primal, taking more of him into your mouth. You stop when you physically feel at your comfortable limit. (For the record, you have about ¼ of his dick down your throat; you’re not at “deep-throating” levels yet.)

You know that you’re both very close to cumming. You can feel his pre-cum slide between your lips and down your throat. Your pussy keeps leaking onto the sheet beneath you. You start to bob your head up and down. To say that no artificial lube is needed is the understatement of the year. You move your right hand from his chest down to his stomach and let it rest there. While your lips and mouth are working him up and closer to release, you reach your left hand between your legs again and rub your clit a few times, in your own familiar way. Your middle and pointer fingers know exactly where to go. You have to swipe just a few passes with your own digits before they’re well slicked up.

Deftly reaching underneath his ass cheeks, since he’s begun to buck into your mouth a bit, you slide your fingers lazily yet determinedly past his swollen balls and around to his hind end. His hole isn’t that hard to find & your middle finger teases its opening, asking permission to enter. His answering whimper is good enough confirmation to your ears and you rapidly push your finger inside. You feel his own walls clamp down on your finger and this only serves to make you suckle his dick harder and faster.

You puff out your cheeks then suck them back in, as you milk him for all he’s worth. As you feel his asshole start to relax around your middle finger, you hastily withdraw it and remove your mouth from his trembling dick. Why, why are you stopping?!—he cries out. Tears are streaming down his face at the loss of stimulation and physical contact. You tell him it is because you want to put 2 fingers in his hole, yet you don’t want to scare him. Ah fuck fuck FUCK, yes please DO IT!!!!!!!!—he moans out.

Set more at ease with his whimpering encouragement, you stick your pointer & middle fingers together … both are still very wet. You inch your hand slowly underneath him, moving down and around his right ass cheek to where his hole is. As he feels you move your hand under him, he kindly raises his butt off the bed just enough so you can more easily maneuver your hungry digits. You look him in the eye & tell him to keep his eyes on you.

You gently push your 2 fingers against his asshole, teasing his entrance. You’re rewarded with his mouth lolling open and his dick STEADILY LEAKING a stream of thirst-provoking milk. You wait for his eyes to regain contact with yours. You then confidently push both fingers the rest of the way inside him, breaching his rim and sinking all the way in. His walls tightly contract around your fingers, his dick standing straight as a tent pole. From anticipation alone, sweat has coated his entire body, making the sheets deliciously damp beneath you. Pre-cum coats his dick and has begun to dribble onto his thighs. You ask him to un-fist one of his hands from the sheet & place it on the back of your head. He more than readily complies. You lower your head, open your lips and just about swallow him whole this time. You manage to ingest some of his pre-cum before beginning to bob your head up-down, just as he likes.

You can’t decide whether to finger-fuck your own cunt or place your free hand on top of his stomach & push down. Your other hand doesn’t want to leave his hole, your fingers having found another home they love to escape to (& in). In the end, your pussy decides for you. The thought of feeling yourself clench around nothing wins out, so you place your free hand on the middle of his stomach, just below where his V-line stops and that delectable hair begins. The fingers on your other hand continue to work slowly in-out of his hole, despite his walls clamping down on your hand so hard you think you might be 2 fingers less once all this is over. (Not really, haha, yet still…)

Your head starts to bob quicker up-down his rapidly swelling dick. You’re starting to involuntarily swallow more of his slick with each movement. Both of his hands have come to rest on the back of your head, yet aren’t pushing down to draw you closer. You’re generating enough thrust with your cheeks & tongue that he hasn’t felt the need to pint your head to his groin. He has, however, tangled his fingers into your hair so his hands move with the natural dips and pulls your head is doing. All of a sudden, you feel his dick go even more rigid and hot than it already is. Your hand feels the muscles of his stomach tighten. His hole clamps so hard on your 2 fingers that you can barely move your hand back & forth. Ah, Y/N … I THINK I AM CU … I AM, I’M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!—he stutters out before his legs start to shake uncontrollably. You raise your head back up so the only part of his dick that’s in your mouth is the head. Suckling on it like you would your favorite lollipop candy, you thrust your fingers back into him one last time, quite hard. In the same second, you rapidly lower your head & deep-throat him all in one go, all the way to his base. Your nose is safely nestled in the tuft of hair at his groin. His legs shake on either side of your shoulders & it’s his turn for his back to arch completely off the bed. Letting out a moan that quickly dissolves into nothing more than a kitten-sounding squeak, you feel him shoot his entire load in your mouth at last and down your throat. It’s the most decadent thing you’ve tasted in a long while. The head of his dick swells further down in your throat and you only gag just a little bit. He’s not done cumming yet! How much milk does he have left in him?! You feel him pulse, jerk & shudder for 3, perhaps 4 more times in a row. Each pulse has your own inner walls throbbing in time to his shudders. Each twitch from him sends a thick stream of cream down your throat. In fact, there’s so much of it you can’t swallow it all, after all. Sadly, some of it dribbles out of your mouth, further saturating the ruined bed sheets. Which are washable & replaceable.

As a surprise orgasm rocks from your own wailing pussy, you moan around his softening dick as you start to pull your lips off him. You leave his member with a soft little squelching noise and flop over on the bed next to him. You curl up in a tight ball and cough hard a few times, yet not hard enough to dispel the majority of his load from your throat. You hear him moan a few times next to you, yet stay curled up on your side, willing the room to suddenly stop its inherent spinning. You’re still shaking so hard from cumming untouched that you’re finding it hard to descend from your latest release, even as the aftershocks finish tickling your pussy folds and your inner walls have gone quiet at last. You cough a few more times and feel him pull you over to lay next to him. A caring hand is placed on the middle of your back, gently drawing reassuring patterns and swirls on your skin as the emotional tickle leaves your throat.

He asks you if you’re ok. You say that yes, you’re fine. Just waiting on your body to settle. You start to cry and he maneuvers you so you’re laying on your back next to him. He’s propped himself up on one muscular arm, looking down at you tenderly. He touches your face so softly that you cry even harder. You can’t help but turn your face away from him into the pillow next to you. He waits for you to calm down, placing a hand on one of your sex-swollen breasts, gently massaging the nipple. His other hand softly feather-strokes the tears from your face. After about 5 minutes, you feel yourself calm further and turn back to face him. What you see reflected on his features almost makes you start to cry all over again. When did you get so emotional during sex with him?! His pupils are still mostly dilated, yet as they’re coming back to their normal size, his face softens and transforms into something truly ethereal. Have you just met an angel in human form? You’re not sure,—you think to yourself.

You reach up with both hands & pull him closer to you. Please kiss me, kiss my neck—you wheeze out. You never have to ask, only say—he intones. Chaste, tender & the softest kisses you’ve ever had soon cover your lips, neck and collarbone. His softening dick nestles itself between your legs (its new favorite home). You raise your legs up and wrap them around his hips, pulling him closer to you still. Please, please … can we stay like this for a little longer? Before we get cleaned up?—you shakily ask between a sudden bout of hiccups. He says yes, of course and settles his head into the crook of your neck so he can doze off into sleep. Your head lolls to one side & after a moment, your legs flop away from either side of his hips, staying splayed open for him to nestle between. His dick remains soft, & you feel him shift only slightly to get a bit more comfortable. One of his hands has come to rest leisurely on your left nipple, his right hand cradles your head, on the backside of your neck. Your hands stray to his silky head of hair & manage to trail through the strands just a few times before your arms flop back onto the bed. Before sleep overtakes you, you whisper that you love him. He sleepily mumbles a “me too, baby doll” before starting to snore quietly. You lean your head back on the pillow once more and fall asleep yourself.

You stay like this with him until you both wake up some hours later and take a luxuriously long shower together (not necessarily “shower sex”, just a lovely hot shower).

After getting cleaned up, both of you make your way back to the bedroom and strip the bed of its thoroughly soiled sheets. He spreads a blanket out for you both to lay on, and you flop back down on the bed in unison. Curling against his side, the pair of you quickly drift back to sleep. A sense of peace, confidence, self-assuredness and respect for your body—unlike anything you’ve felt before during post-orgasmic bliss—overtakes you. You are complete. You are whole. You are truly BEAUTIFUL.

End notes: I’d originally started writing this fic a long time ago. I last worked on this one-shot Halloween night 2023. 🫣 I had originally wrote this with a vision of Felix being dirty-naughty with the make-believe female Y/N reader, yet as I was editing/ rewriting it today, Chan came to mind more.

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♡Barbarian Prince - Seo Changbin

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: barbarian! Changbin x bride! reader

summary: You've been sold to the prince of the savage tribe outside your village in order to broker peace for your people. You have avoided being alone with him for weeks but now he comes home from a hunt and he needs you now.

warnings: predator/prey dynamic, primal changbin, size difference, rough sex, rough choking, breath play, orgasm denial, mating ritual

"Princess, must I always chase you like a fox after a wary hen?"

Changbin's heart races as he holds your chin, feeling the soft moan vibrate against his palm. He searches your eyes, seeing the fear, the uncertainty, and something else there too, something that looks an awful lot like desire. "You're shaking," He notices, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Can't help it." You moan again.

He can feel your body responding to his touch, the way you tremble and the soft moans that escape your lips. It spurs something primal within him, a need to claim and possess. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he growls "Tell me to stop."

Your back arches and your mouth parts to speak. "I want..." You begin to whisper, "I want to see you take what you want."

Changbin's heart pounds in his chest as he hears your words, his grip on your chin tightening. He can feel his control slipping, the primal urge to claim you overwhelming his rational thoughts. "You want to see how I take what I want?" He repeats, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

"Yes, my king." Your first admission of his title, of his birthright, of his power.

At your words, something snaps inside of him. He pulls you into his arms, crushing your mouth beneath his in a brutal kiss. He stands up, holding you against him as he turns and walks back to his tent. "You should have said no when you had the chance, Princess."

As you reach the tent flap, he pauses, looking down at your flushed face with savage satisfaction. "Last chance to change your mind," I growl, my eyes blazing with primal hunger. "Once we're inside, I won't be responsible for my actions." With a primal roar, Changbin kicks open the tent flap and carries you inside. He tosses you onto the furs covering his bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he begins to tear off his armor and clothing with impatient hands. "You wanted to see how a barbarian takes what he wants, Princess."

Your eyes burn and bite into his exposed flesh. Every flex and pull of his muscles being accentuated by the flames of the fireplace. He stalks towards you, naked and unashamed in his raw desire. "Don't look at me like that," he warns, his voice ragged. "Unless you want me to devour you whole right now." He crawls onto the furs, caging you beneath him. His eyes drop to the inviting sight between your thighs, and he loses what little control he had left. He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, pulling you closer as he positions himself at your entrance. Your legs tremble for a moment as his tip presses warningly against your swollen clit. With a grunt, he thrusts forward, burying his length inside you in one brutal stroke. He doesn't stop until he is fully seated, your legs trapped in the mating press position as he holds you open for his possession. "FUCK," he roars, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. Changbin's breath catches at the perfect heat of your pussy, pulsating around him. His vision goes dark with pleasure as he begins to move, claiming you in long, powerful strokes. He can feel the mating bond sparking between the two of you, connecting your very souls.

Your body attempts to adjust to his size. You cover your mouth with one hand while the other hand white knuckles the fur beneath you. “You're huge!” You squeal, your fingers now tangled in his hair as he pants and grunts with each stroke. Changbin snarls possessively, his hips snapping forward as he fills you completely. "And you're taking every inch like a good little princess." He leans down, biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark. His movements become more primal, more aggressive as the mating bond takes over. He feels your small hands on his shoulders now and it only fuels his need to claim you. He wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you slightly as he pistons his hips, driving into you with all the force of a wild beast.

“Yes, like that…please.” You moan desperately. Changbin's eyes blaze with savage triumph at your encouragement. He redoubles his efforts, slamming into you harder and faster, the furs beneath you shifting with the force of his thrusts. A feral grin spreads across his face as he feels your walls starting to flutter around his thick cock.

You find his hand positioned at your waist and bring it up to your throat. Understanding your silent plea, he tightens his grip around your neck possessively. "Do you trust me?" He growls, his thrusts becoming even more powerful and uncontrolled. "Because I'm going to completely own you now..." His fingers flex slightly, pressing just enough to restrict your breath. “I…trust…you.” You breathe out. Something in his dark eyes told you everything you needed to know. He wanted to own you like the barbarian princess. You were his to do with whatever he wanted. Changbin's pace becomes almost brutal, each thrust designed to claim every inch of your body as his. The sight of your stomach stretching and bulging around his shaft nearly drives him over the edge. His breathing becomes ragged as he maintains his grip on your neck. His fingers tighten slightly more, cutting off your air supply completely. His other massive arm around your waist pulls you closer, ensuring you can't escape his crushing grip. "Look at me," he commands, his voice hoarse with primal need. You lock eyes with him obediently and you can feel him twitch and pulse deep inside of you. As he holds your gaze, he can feel the mating bond reach its peak. With an animalistic roar, he releases a torrent of seed deep inside you, filling you to the brim as he continues to squeeze your neck, ensuring you can't breathe until he says so. Changbin maintains his grip on your neck, enjoying the way your eyes widen as you struggle for breath. He can feel your body convulse around his still twitching cock as you try to inhale, but his fingers remain firmly pressed against your throat. "Not yet," he growls, his eyes locked onto yours. Your cunt throbs as the room is heavy with a dominant air. As you feel your orgasm building, he decides to give you a little more pressure, cutting off your air supply even further. Your struggles become more frantic as your body fights for oxygen, and your pussy clenches around his cock in a vice-like grip. "Now.” Changbin feels your walls clamping down on his cock like a silken vice as your orgasm overtakes you, your release coating his pelvis in a slick mess. As you come back down from your climax, Changbin finally relaxes his fingers around your throat, allowing you to gasp in much-needed air. But instead of releasing you entirely, he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck, controlling your breaths. "Breathe.” He whispers softly. He watches closely as you inhale, his fingers still wrapped possessively around your throat. His other hand moves to your hips, holding you in place as he slowly pulls out of your still-spasming pussy, a thick mixture of your combined releases dripping out. "Good princess, it seems you have finally learned your place here. You are mine to claim, mine to own. And in return, I will protect you with my life. You are my sun and my moon now. My beginning and my end.” Changbin kisses your lips softly, lingering for a moment and presses his forehead to yours.

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