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Huntr/x and Saja Boys Headcannons!!!

This was requested (Here's a summary) : I was wondering if you could do an open world fanfic? Where the saja boys are able to return to the human world since they wouldnt be demons no longer (the defeat of gwi nam). The fansign scene left me STARVING. LIKEEE mystery x zoey and baby being the wingman (nonchalantly ofc) romance x mira x abby (YOU CAN DECIDE WHO GETS WITH MIRA BTW NO WORRIES ❤️) and ofc our NUMBER ONE JINU X RUMI

No idea how long this was but here's my first head cannon thingy :D

The Aftermath

Jinu, the sweet little self-sacrificing boy just shows up one day in the label lobby like hi ☺️☺️ and everyone freezes in place.

Rumi blinks and leaves the room.

Baby, the maknae (youngest member), is like “I’m not crying you’re crying shut up bro.”

The boys don’t question it too hard because they’re just happy he’s back. And now they get to keep playing the hot idol boy group.

Not that they cared about their fans or anything…

(Spoiler: they love the idol life. They just pretend to be tired.)

Both Huntrix and Saja Boys are definitely under the same entertainment company now. Same building, Same dorm hall, Shared lounges and practice rooms.

This also means people keep taking other peoples stuff.

Mira wanted to eat the ramen she left on the counter only 3 minutes ago? Too bad, Romance took the cup and left a sticky note: “sorry pinkie. u snooze u starve - R”

The girls didn’t even know when the boys were signed.

“Wait, are you saying the weird tall guy who always takes my food is one of the Saja Boys??” Mira glances over at Bobby in confusion.

“We’ve been working above them this whole time!!??”

Rumi definitely avoided the whole label for WEEKS once she found out Jinu was alive again.

Abby saw her in the stairwell once when heading to dance practice and she legit LEAPT over the railing to avoid him seeing her.

There will be prank wars.

Rumi suggests it by accident one day, wanting to ensure that Gwi-Ma is sealed forever. “We should just move back into the dorms so we can spy on them.”

Zoey, seeing this as a way to have more fun, gets so hyped, "or we move in so we can BOTHER them!!"

Next thing you know, Huntrix is back in their old dorm and they’re not even subtle about their pranks.

Within the first week?

Baby’s toothbrush gets replaced with a glitter-coated pacifier.

Mystery wakes up to “Zoey was here ;P” written in red lipstick on his mirror. (He stares at it for a good five minutes before wiping it off.)

Jinu goes to work out one day in the company gym only to find that all the motivational posters have been replaced with an image of his head photoshopped onto a barbie doll....

The boys retaliate.

Romance reroutes the girls’ shower water to freezing cold.

Abby writes them a sweet apology note then leaves stink bombs under their couch cushions. (Mira is fuming, cause how DARE he mess with her couch???)

Baby? He would bake them cookies that taste amazing but are actually mild laxatives. He says “oopsie” but is smiling too hard.

Daily Interactions That Would Definitely Happen

Dance Practice:

Somehow both groups would be scheduled to use the practice room at the same time.

Zoey and Mystery would argue over who gets to use the bluetooth speaker first.

Rumi walking in, seeing Jinu sweaty from practice, walking OUT.

Abby quietly waits to stretch but then gets dragged into a Mira vs Romance (she's getting him back for stealing her ramen).

Company Lounge:

Baby would be snacking mid-meeting, sharing with some Zoey (his fellow rapper) and not offering Mystery anything just to start some trouble.

Rumi chooses to sit on the farthest end of the couch from Jinu but he moves closer anyway.

“Mind if I sit here?”

"Um- no! I don't know. Yo-you can do whateeeeeever you want... Heh"

Recording Studio:

Zoey overhears Mystery’s guide vocal and straight up complains. “Ugh. Why is he good at everything.”

He just smirks in the booth (he heard her). She’s blushing. He knows.

Abby helps Mira rehearse her lines in the hallway. Romance pops in with a “need help, pinkie?” and gets hit with her script binder.

Little Scenes

Baby constantly catching Zoey and Mystery coming up with lyrics together in one of the solo-practice rooms. He'd shake his head and walk by, “Not my business.”

(It becomes his business. He’s taking mental notes as to how to set them up.)

Late-night rooftop talks between Rumi and Jinu.

Both of them still haven’t completely come to terms with their demon (and half-demon) heritage.

She’s still so unsure about everything but he's incredibly devoted to her.

“Even when I disappeared I still remember how I felt about you. I mean, I literally gave you my soul” he lets out a small laugh

“Shut up before I cry, you idiot.” (she's already crying into his hoodie)

Romance tries to convince Abby to dye his hair a different colour so that only he matches with Mira.

The Fans

The fans believe the whole “Huntrix vs Saja Boys” rivalry was just a clever concept planned out since the Saja Boys debut.

“Whoa, two groups with an epic fantasy backstory??”

No one knows what actually happened.

They think Jinu’s re-appearance is just him coming back from a long hiatus after health complications.

Little do they know he literally reincarnated.

Fansign Events

Mystery x Zoey Moments (Constant Sarcasm)

A fan is literally spewing so many questions at them “Your concept is sooo realistic. How did you learn to hold swords like that?”

Zoey -> “Extensive training.”

Mystery -> “Yeah. In the mountains. With wolves.”

Zoey -> “That’s why you’re always barking at people huh?"

“I don’t bark at the fans-”

“There’s an hour long youtube compilation of you just-”

Anyways…

A fan brings Mystery a vampire plushie and he just stares at it.

“Do I… give off vampire?”

Zoey shrugs, “I mean, you got the pale skin, hidden eyes, sharp teeth for biting your fans. It’s a fair assumption.”

The fan squeals

Rumi x Jinu (Secret Soulmates)

A fan asks the two “Rumi, you’ve worked with Jinu before right?”

“You could say that.” she smiles while signing their album.

She really means “We literally fought a huge magical demon fire thing side-by-side and he sacrificed himself for me.”

Jinu signs an album with “I’ll protect you forever 😉” and winks at a fan.

Rumi gives him a NASTY side eye and playfully whispers at the fan “He’s not even that charming.”

She is beet red.

The fan is dying of laughter.

Most fans have a theory that they were cast as rivals in a music video storyline that never ended up being released.

Mira x Romance x Abby Triangle (Pink Trio)

I feel like fans would call them Pink Crayons or something like that cause they all have pink hair.

Fan: “What’s your favorite memory between both groups?”

Abby -> “When we survived our first tour.”

Romance -> “When we survived our first battle-”

Mira, while grinning at the fan, KICKS HIS SHIN UNDER THE TABLE

Romance -> “I MEANT fan battle. On Twitter. With hashtags. Obviously.”

Abby smiles so kindly at fans that they start calling him a “gentle giant.”

Baby Being a single wingman & Secret Keeper

Fans: “What’s it like sharing a company with Huntrix?”

“Loud. Dangerous. Very cursed. I mean—cozy.”

He’s so calm, seeing as he’s the only one who wasn’t being shipped.

He didn’t mind watching his other group members flirting all the time (maybe just a little bit…)

“You know Mystery sleeps like he’s guarding a portal to hell. Kidding. Unless…?”

The fans know he’s the comedic relief between both groups.

Zombie Apocalypse?

Fan: “What would you do in a zombie apocalypse?”

Zoey -> “Take Mira and Rumi and run.”

Mystery -> “I’d already have a plan.”

Abby -> “I’d distract the zombies with my gorgeous muscles.” Proceeds to flex.

Jinu -> “Obviously I’m saving my pets first,”

Rumi -> “Your pets? You still haven’t named them??”

Jinu -> “It takes timeeeeee”

Mira -> “Grabbing my couch, grabbing zoey and running.”

Rumi -> “What about me 🥺”

Mira -> “Jinu won’t let you die so i’m not that worried”

Baby -> “I am the apocalypse.”

Romance -> “What does that even mean–”

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sarahfirecrystals-blog · 14 hours ago

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Mistaking your gay bestie for a guy you’re cheating with

Angst/fluff

Black Reader

Part 1 - Bangchan and Lee Know

Bangchan

Lee Know

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sarahfirecrystals-blog · 1 day ago

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— jisung loves dry humping

— like he reeaally loves it

— I just know he would love this as well

— poor baby will send you vids like this when he's away on tour

— when minnie said he would eat u up, he meant it

— just this, tbh

— humping with minnie is just 🥴

— puppy would love to breed u a little too

— THIS with chan, omg

— don't get me started when he sees u in one of his favourite skirts of yours

— hyunjin sucking on your tits

— this gives ji vibes, but tbh I could see felix as well

— mating press with chan, just, yes

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sarahfirecrystals-blog · 1 day ago

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Hihi, is it possible to ask for a oneshot extension of that one text fic of poly!ot8 with fox!reader??

The one from your 1.5k event, i get if you wouldn’t though!

oneshot | mine, mine, mine

pairing: sub!Jilix x f!reader | part 1

genre: smut

warnings: technically!poly!OT8 (but only felix and jisung are getting it), fox hybrid!reader, smut, possessive behavior, overstimulation, oral (m!receiving), riding, mating kink, praise, light begging, creampie

word count: 960

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

Felix is already whining the second you shift under the blankets.

“Where are you going?” he mumbles, voice gravelly with sleep. His tail wraps around your thigh, and you feel the gentle thump of it swishing against the sheets.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Jisung mumbles from your other side, arms clumsily tightening around your waist. His nose nuzzles your shoulder as his voice melts into a tiny, sleepy whimper. “She wouldn’t leave her babies.”

Your ears twitch at the sound of it, her babies. And your tail flicks behind you, just once, before curling softly across Jisung’s hip.

“‘Course I wouldn’t.” You hum, voice smooth, drowsy. You roll onto your side to face them, and both of them shift in immediately, Felix tucking into your chest, Jisung sliding a thigh between yours, practically purring when he settles.

They’re warm and pliant and so very clingy. Maybe it’s the heat still simmering in their marks, purple and pink, healing over on their necks, glowing faintly under your scent. You’d claimed them both last night, fully, thoroughly. Teeth sunk in, fingers gripping hard, both of them moaning through it with the filthiest sobs you’ve ever heard.

Despite all the boys going on about their day after last night, these two were quick to come back to bed. The memories of the previous night keep them so needy. Now they won’t let go of you. Not that you mind.

“Mmm, sunshine,” you murmur, brushing Felix’s hair back from his eyes, “you’re burning up.”

He lets out a soft sigh and nudges closer. “Feel floaty…”

Jisung nods, eyes fluttering open sleepily. “Like we’re still in heat. It’s ‘cause of you.”

You grin, teeth flashing just a little too sharp. “Because I fucked you so good?”

They both squirm.

“…yes,” Felix whispers.

You kiss his forehead, then tilt your head to nose at Jisung’s temple. “You poor things. All needy again already?”

Jisung’s ears flatten shyly. He nods.

You hum thoughtfully and lean back against the pillows. “Guess I better take care of my good boys.”

Their ears perk immediately, Felix practically lights up.

“Lay back,” you instruct gently, patting Felix’s chest. “Let me see my sunshine.”

He obeys like it’s instinct, rolling onto his back, legs slightly parted, the most pathetic little whine leaving his throat as your tail brushes between them. His cock’s already hard, twitching against his stomach.

“Look at you,” you purr, crawling between his thighs, “not even five minutes and you’re already begging.”

Felix blushes deep, lips parted, hands gripping the sheets. “Not begging-”

“You will be.”

You drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, slow and warm, and Felix whimpers so sweetly that Jisung’s hips rock against your thigh. You don’t even have to look at him to know he’s hard too, pressing up against you for attention.

You don’t ignore him, of course. One hand strokes Felix, lazy and teasing, while the other reaches back to grip Jisung’s hip and keep him pressed against you.

“Patience, Hannie,” you coo. “You’ll get your turn.”

Jisung lets out a breathy moan and hides his face in your shoulder. “You’re mean.”

You grin. “You like it.”

Felix arches under your mouth, hands flying to your hair, and you hum low in your throat as you take him in fully, nose brushing his pelvis. His hips jerk, helplessly. You hold him down.

“Good boy,” you whisper against his skin. “You always taste so sweet.”

Felix moans, breath catching. “You’re gonna- m-make me-”

You pull off just enough to tease him. “Already?”

He nods frantically, eyes glossy.

You let him. You make him, really, tight suction, strokes that don’t pause for a second, until he gasps out your name and spills with a choked cry, back arching completely off the bed. You stroke him through it gently, cooing praise as he shudders in your grasp.

And then you let Jisung roll you onto your back. “My turn,” he whispers, face flushed, eyes glazed over like he’s high on your scent. “Need you so bad, noona…”

You let your thighs fall open.

He doesn’t waste time, slides between them, grinding against you like a desperate pup, cock hot and wet and rutting where he knows you want him. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in.

“Beg.”

Jisung whines against your mouth. “Please. Please let me make you feel good, wanna be inside, wanna feel you, mommy…”

You moan low and grip his ass, guiding him in with one smooth thrust.

“Fuck Hannie- yes,” you pant, nails sinking into his hips. “Such a good boy for me.”

He whimpers into your neck, already trembling, moving with fast, messy thrusts. He’s so loud, soft whines and stuttered gasps, his voice a constant stream of praise and need:

“You’re so warm- feels so good- don’t wanna stop-”

You wrap your arms around him and fuck up into him hard enough to make him sob.

You’re close, and so is he, so you tilt your hips just right and grind until he’s gasping your name into your ear and spilling inside you, thick and hot, filling you up just the way he knows you like.

You clench around him and finish with a soft, breathless moan, your tail curling over his spine protectively.

You hold him like that for a long time.

Felix eventually crawls back over, still a little dazed, and nuzzles into your chest while Jisung lies boneless between your thighs, cock still twitching inside you.

You hum, running your claws gently down their backs.

“You two are so cute when you’re fucked out.”

They groan in perfect sync. And then Felix mutters into your chest:

“…Wanna go again later.”

You laugh, low and sharp.

“Of course you do, sunshine.”

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sarahfirecrystals-blog · 2 days ago

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Outside, he was human. That’s just how he appeared to everyone else. A human with a bunny hybrid girlfriend. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for hybrids to date humans if they weren’t with people with similar breeds and them.

Y/n would laugh at her boyfriend's attitude every day. He was particularly clingy, always had been. That was just him; he loved having his girlfriend near him when he was home, always checking on her throughout the day, even when she was at work. Chan loved his little bunny.

Y/n just thought it was funny a big ‘ole alpha wolf dotted on a little bunny like her. Predator and prey were never particularly friendly. But after years of humans, monsters, and hybrids all living side by side, everyone took more to their human side. Only rarely acting on their animalistic instincts in certain cases.

But Y/n loved her wolfie all the same. Chan took care of her in so many ways, never crossing boundaries. Even when his instincts took over.

Chan was naturally possessive as an alpha. What’s his is his, especially his girlfriend. Some humans still didn’t fully accept hybrids and Monsters living among them. And it’d show. It usually got worse during the time his rut was approaching.

There’d been a few people he’d scared the ever-loving shit out of when they commented on his girlfriend— or got too close for comfort. Some people needed to learn to keep their fantasies to themselves.

Y/n being a bunny came with its issues. Due to the bunny gene, she’s constantly in ‘heat’. He didn’t mind though, he loved coming home late just for Y/n to jump on him and greet him with kisses. Making sure to ask about his day as if she hadn’t been craving his dick in her since they finished this morning.

Another thing that came with her bunny genes was hyper-fertility. Chan never had an issue with the amount of sex they had. At first, he was cautious about coming in her due to how easily she could be pregnant. She’d told him after he mentioned going away for his ruts that she was on high-dose birth control and had been for years.

It’d lead to some fun experiments with toys and such, but nothing compared to Chan. The growls he admitted when he fucked her could make her come.

Chan was well aware of his rut schedule before dating Y/n. And he was pretty damn good at keeping track of it too. Both of them knew it would be starting very soon and already made plans with their work to be off for the next week.

Y/n’s ears twitched from where she sat on their couch when she heard the keys jingle. She hopped off the couch to meet him at the door. Giving him just enough time to lock their door and turn around before she jumped on him

Chan smiled as he caught her, dropping his bag on the floor and wrapping both his arms around her. Her legs held her up, wrapping them around his waist as she held his shoulders. “Hi handsome,” Y/n smiled at him

“Hi bunny,” Chan replied as he walked them over to the couch

“How was work?” Y/n asked him

“Okay. Same old shit,” Chan sighed as he laid her back on the couch. Resting his head on her tummy, “How was your day?”

“Good. Just cleaned up around the apartment,” Y/n shrugged as she ran her fingers through his dark hair.

The couple always found this comforting, sitting in silence and cuddling up together. Y/n learned quickly in their relationship that Chan loved having his hair played with. Any time was a good time. The first time she did it was after the first time they had sex and he got very comfortable and let out a low little rumble that scared her a bit.

After that, she learned it was a happy noise, not an “I’m about to eat you” noise. She loved hearing it now. Especially when he was laying on her stomach.

“You smell good,” Chan started as he turned and kissed her stomach. Realizing she was wearing one of his shirts.

“Your rut coming soon?”

“Think so.” Chan kissed down her stomach more before pushing her shirt up just a bit to see her skin.

Chan kissed every bit of skin that was exposed to him. He loved taking his time with her when he was going through his rut because he knew he’d be fucking her in every position as rough as he could when it came to his rut. She never complained about but he still felt a little for fucking her for almost a week straight.

Chan kept kissing down her tummy till he got to her panty line. He looked up in a silent ask for permission to keep going. Y/n nodded before he kissed her clothed clit while moving her thighs over his shoulder. Kissing her inner thighs before moving back to kissing her cunt again. Smiling to himself when he saw the wet spot forming. “Horny little bunny,” Chan chuckled before sitting up and throwing off his shirt from his body and her panties from hers before laying back down and wrapping his lips around her clit.

Y/n moaned as she dug her fingers into his hair again. Lips and tongue working her already wet cunt. His nose nudged her clit as his tongue slipped inside of her. Thrusting in and out before replacing the muscle with two of his fingers.

“Chan,” Y/n moaned as she held onto his hair tighter, thighs clenching around his head.

Chan hummed as his lips wrapped around her clit again. His fingers pumped in and out of her as quickly as he could. Y/n pulled at his hair as her thighs shook around his head and closed in tighter.

Chan pulled his fingers out and pushed her thighs closer to her chest as he finished her off and licked up her essence. Drinking her up like a thirsty dog on a hot summer day.

“Chan, in… please,” Y/n whined as she caught her breath from her high.

“Poor little bunny is fucked out already,” Chan chuckled as he dropped her thighs on the couch before picking her up from the cushions and walking into their bedroom.

Chan placed her down on the bed and kissed her neck. Y/n let out a squeak as he grabbed onto the back of his neck. His hips rolled into her before he pulled away and took off her shirt and tossed it to the bedroom floor.

He leaned back down as his hands grabbed her boobs and massaged them before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on the little bud. Rolling his tongue and biting it a few times before moving to the other one and giving it the same attention.

His hard-on strained against his pants while the fabric got wetter from grinding against her.

“Please. Fuck me Channie,” Y/n moaned

“Little bunny just needs a cock in her, huh?” Chan teased as he pulled away from her boobs and stood up straight

“Yes, please. Need you in me Channie,” Y/n begged as she watched him discard his pants and boxers. Cock springing free and slapping his lower stomach.

“Don't worry bun,” Chan smiled as he moved her onto their pillows and kneeled in between her legs.

He pulled her legs over his right as he pumped his cock. Running the tip through her wet folds and jacking off again before finally lining the tip up with her entrance and pushing in.

Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist as he filled her up. His hands grabbed onto her hips, pulling her onto him as he sunk further into her.

Y/n slightly rolled her hips against him before he pulled back and thrust hard into her. Chan repeated his hard thrusts and occasionally pulled her body to meet his thrusts as well.

Y/n threw her head back into the pillows. The tips of her ears hit the headboard a bit as it knocked against the wall in time with his pace. Chan moved one of his hands up to squeeze her boobs while he leaned forward, aiming deeper into her.

“‘M close,” Y/n whined as his thrusting switched to grinding then back to thrusting into her.

“Gonna cum all over my cock again bun?” Chan moved one hand from her tits to thumb her clit, fingers pushing in on her lower stomach just a bit

“Yes!” Y/n yelled/moaned as her walls clenched around him.

“Fuck,” Chan growled as he found it a bit difficult to move with her clamping down on him.

He pushed through though. Thumbing rubbing small quick circles into her clit till she came on his cock. Her hips bucked up as her legs shook. Chan leaned back over her, hands laying next to her head as he rutted into her.

Cock twitched and pounded inside her till he came, shooting hot ropes of cum into her. He pulled his softening cock out of her once he was sure he was done. Both of them panting as post-orgasm clarity came.

That clarity was short-lived as Chan caught a glance of his cum dripping out of her. The only thoughts in his head were to fuck it back into her and add more.

“Chan,” Y/n called out to him as she noticed him staring a bit longer than usual.

She attempted to close her thighs as she sat up on her elbows, only to be met by him spreading her legs apart and sinking into her again without a word. Chan leaned over and left an assault of kisses and marks along her neck. Pushing her down onto the mattress again, one hand coming and grabbing under her chin and moving her head to allow him to have access to the span of her neck.

“Pretty bunny, letting the big bad wolf fuck her dumb.” He mumbled against her neck.

Y/n whined as she wrapped her legs around his waist as he hammered into her. His free hand grabbed one of hers and pinned it onto the pillows as he sucked hickeys on her neck, minding his teeth.

Y/n grabbed onto his shoulder with her free hand. Nails dug into his skin as her sensitive walls clenched around him again. She never protested Chan’s round after round when he was in his rut. If anything it helped her too with the constant ache between her legs.

Chan growled against her neck as he felt himself getting close already. Y/n could feel the base of his cock starting to form his knot as he pumped into her. It was getting harder for him to do so until he buried himself in her. Just in time for her own orgasm to hit while her walls contracted around him. Coming on his cock again.

“Fuck,” Chan whined as his cum shot into her.

He buried his head into her neck and kissed the bruises he had made, just trying to distract himself from the pain of his knot. His hands moved to hold her hips, rubbing circles into the skin with his thumbs

Y/n tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed his temple, “horny wolf,” she chuckled

“Says you,” Chan chuckled, lifting his head to look at her, “I’d fuck you again right now of not for the knot.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time babe,” Y/n giggled

Chan chuckled with her and leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers. Whining into her mouth as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Y/n happily accepted as she rolled her hips against him. His knot went down after a few minutes.

“Tired yet mama?” Chan asked as his kisses moved down to her neck again

“No,” Y/n shook her head

Chan rolled them over so she was situated on top of him.

“Hop to it bunny,” Chan smacked her ass playfully before laying back and holding onto her hips.

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sarahfirecrystals-blog · 3 days ago

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It's 3am and you randomly confess

Hyung Line

You've suffered from depression and other things. So, getting a random confession at 3 am scares the boys!

genre: Angst, fluff

black reader

TW: Implied self deletion, Depression

Bangchan

Bangchan arrived at your place as fast as he could. His heart was gripped with fear. It was dark and not a sound was made. He rushed towards your bedroom swinging the door open. The noise startling you out of the sleep you've cried yourself into. Your eyes met bangchan's blown out and worried ones. "Fuck, I was scared. I-" He didn't even want to finish that thought as he pulled you tight against his chest. He wasn't going to leave you alone tonight or ever. He would make sure you were getting the help that you needed.

Minho

Minho wanted to be calm, but his shaky hands gave him away. He quickly unlocked your apartment door. Thank god you gave him keys because he's your best friend. As soon as he wanted in, he heard a thud. Rushing to your bathroom, he burst through the door. You were wrapped in a towel getting out of the shower and had knocked over your hair oil. You and Minho stared at each other for a moment. "Well I'm glad you're ok, but we might have a different problem." He chuckled.

Changbin

Binnie knew of your depression, but he didn't think you were struggling with it right now. He believed that you were nervous about the confession and put your phone down. So when he got there, he was greeted by some sad trumacore music. He quickly turned it off and made his way to a crying you sitting at the table. He quietly but protectively wrapped his arms around you and just let you cry until you fell asleep.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was reading your messages in realtime as he made his way to your apartment. He wasn't going to waste time replying. Time was precious, so he ran. He made it to your play when you said you loved him. Your head whipped towards the door and locked eyes with an out of breath Hyunjin. "Yah, (y/n) what's going on in your head?" He asked worriedly as he made his way to the couch. "I know you weren't going to confess then leave me right?" He asked. You two had a long talk ahead of you.

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sarahfirecrystals-blog · 3 days ago

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~𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜~ 𐙚 - bf! Skz / skz fake text

Warning: teasing, pet names, playful banter, cursing

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stray Kids (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know Characters: Lee Minho | Lee Know, Han Jisung | Han Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Omega Lee Minho | Lee Know, presenting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Heat Sex, Lots of slick, slick eating, Crying During Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Coming Inside, Mean Dom Jisung, HumanXWerewolf, Jisung is a bit of a conspiracy theorist here, referring to male parts as female parts, implied breeding kink, unbeta’d and unedited so please ignore any mistakes Summary:

“Okay, so … you know how I love watching all those documentaries and conspiracy videos on YouTube?” Minho has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes. “Well I saw one the other day about omegas—”

Minho can’t help but cut the younger man off.

“Come on, Jisung, you know that stuff is just a myth,” he says. “You can’t believe everything you see on the internet.”

(Or: Minho wakes up with a fever, and Jisung watches too many conspiracy videos)

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sarahfirecrystals-blog · 9 days ago

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Changing Perspectives

paring: han!roommate x fem!roommate!reader

gender: smut

word count: 1.4 k (1446)

warnigs: masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), praise, reader first orgasm, dominant han, sex without proteccion (dont be stupid), possession and control, creampie, dirty talk, multiple orgasms,

Han is in his room, moonlight filtering through the window. He hears snatches of your conversation with your best friend, filtering through the half-open door. Your voice sounds clear and distinct, and your words leave him intrigued and aroused.

"I think sex is overrated," you say, and you can hear the smile in your voice. "I mean, is it really that special?"

Han smiles to himself, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He unbuttons his pants and touches himself, imagining your body, your voice, your words, your pussy sucking him, showing you what a real orgasm feels like. He masturbates slowly, his mind filled with images of you, wishing it were your hand touching him, your lips kissing him. His breathing becomes faster, more shallow, and with one last thought of you, he finds his release, a low moan escaping his lips.

A few days later, he faces you with a dangerous, seductive smile.

You're in your room, the dim nightlight filtering through the curtains, creating an intimate and peaceful atmosphere. Suddenly, the door opens and Han enters, his presence filling the room with a commanding and confident energy. He closes the door behind him and approaches you, his steps firm and purposeful.

"Hanji, what are you doing here?" you ask, feeling slightly embarrassed as you recall the conversation you had with your best friend, thinking about the possibility that he might have overheard it.

Han stops in front of you, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that makes you shiver. "I heard you talking to your friend," he admits, his voice deep and calm. "And I want to change what you think."

You blush, but the initial embarrassment gives way to a growing curiosity. "Change what?" you ask, even though you already know the answer.

Han takes a step closer, his presence imposing yet comforting. "I want to show you that sex isn't overrated," he says, his voice filled with determination and desire. "I want to show you what true pleasure is."

He gently corners you against the wall, his hands strong and secure on your waist. You can feel the warmth of his body, the firmness of his muscles, and you realize how protected and desired you feel in his arms. "Trust me," he murmurs, his voice a soft, persuasive purr. "I'll change your perspective forever."

You lean into him, letting him wrap you in his arms, and you realize you're willing to let him show you the truth.

He kisses you, a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you breathless. His tongue explores your mouth, claiming you, possessing you, and you melt into his arms, your hands moving up to tangle in his hair, tugging gently as you lose yourself in the moment. His taste is addictive, and every stroke of his tongue turns you on more, making your body yearn for his touch.

"Han," you whisper against his lips, your voice already trembling with desire and need.

"Shh," he whispers back, his lips moving to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites that make you shudder. "Let me take care of you. I'm going to make you forget everything but me."

He carries you to the bed, his movements sure and purposeful, as if he knows exactly what you need. He lays you down gently, but firmly, and positions himself over you, his hips between your legs. You can feel his arousal, hard and ready, pressing against you, and you bite your lip, anticipating what's to come.

"You've never had an orgasm, have you?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous purr, with a hint of amusement and defiance. You nod, unable to speak, your breathing already rapid and shallow. Anticipation has you on edge, and every nerve in your body is on high alert.

"I'm going to change that," he promises, his lips curling into a wicked, promising smile. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name and know exactly who you belong to."

His hands explore your body, slowly undressing you, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on your skin. He removes your blouse, then your bra, exposing your breasts, and takes a moment to admire you, his eyes darkened with desire and lust. You feel beautiful and desired under his gaze, and your body responds, your nipples hardening and your breathing becoming faster.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, before lowering his head and taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucks and bites gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core, making you arch and offer yourself more to him. His tongue and teeth work in sync, creating a storm of sensations that leaves you breathless.

"That's it," he says, his voice vibrating against your skin, sending more shockwaves through your body. "Let me hear those beautiful sounds. I want to hear you scream my name."

His hands continue their exploration, moving down your stomach, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, along with your panties. He leaves you completely naked, exposed to him, and he takes a moment to admire you, his eyes roaming every curve and fold of your body.

"Perfect," he murmurs, before moving lower, kissing and nibbling at your stomach, your hip, the inside of your thigh. He opens you wider, his shoulders between your legs, and looks down at you, his eyes dark and full of the promise of pleasure.

"I'm going to make you cum on my tongue first," he says, his voice confident and commanding, making it clear he's in charge. "And then, when you're ready, I'll fuck you so hard you'll see stars and forget everything but me."

Before you can respond, his mouth is on you, his tongue licking at your center, finding that sweet spot that makes you scream and arch. He sucks you, licks you, fucks you with his tongue, his movements quick and expert, taking you higher and higher. You clutch the sheets, your body tense, every muscle in your body clenched as you inch closer to the edge.

"Hanji," you cry out, your voice desperate and needy. "Please don't stop. Don't stop, please."

"I won't, baby," he murmurs against you, his words vibrating through your body, sending more shockwaves of pleasure. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name. It'll only be you and me in this moment."

And he does. His tongue works its magic, taking you higher and higher, until finally, with a desperate cry, you collapse, your body convulsing, waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve, every cell. It's intense, overwhelming, and perfect, and you know you've never felt anything like it.

Han moves over you, his lips glistening with your juices, a satisfied, proud smile on his face. "That was just the beginning," he says, aligning his erection at your entrance, preparing to give you more than you've ever dreamed of. "Now, let's see how many more times I can make you cum."

And with that, he pushes inside you, filling you completely, his hard, hot member sliding deep, setting every nerve in your body alight. You feel complete, filled in a way only he can provide. He begins a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust calculated to bring you to the edge. His lips are at your ear, whispering dirty words and promising more pleasure than you ever imagined.

"You feel so fucking good," he moans, his movements becoming faster, more desperate, as he takes you to new heights of ecstasy. "I'm going to fill you, mark you as mine. You're mine, and I want you to know it."

His hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, fondling your breasts, his fingers brushing over your hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you. Each thrust is more intense than the last, his breath ragged and hot against your neck, his guttural moans echoing in your ear. He stimulates your clit with his fingers, circling and pressing just the right spot, bringing you to the edge.

"Cum on my cock," he whispers in your ear, his voice husky and demanding. "I want to feel you suck me, your pussy squeeze me as you come."

His words turn you on even more, and with one last touch to your clit, you cum again, your inner muscles squeezing his member, milking him as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. "That's it, baby," he moans. "Give me everything, I want every drop of you."

And he does. With one last thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his body tense as he finds his release, your name on his lips, a cry of possession and pleasure as his hot seed fills you, marking you as his.

You collapse into his arms, your body sated, your mind blank, except for the feel of his body against yours, his breathing slowing, his heart beating strong and steady, a rhythm that gently rocks you as you drift off. His member still pulses inside you, reminding you of the intensity of what you just experienced.

"I told you," he murmurs, kissing your forehead, a promise of more to come. "Sex isn't overrated."

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sarahfirecrystals-blog · 9 days ago

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I'm Not Glass

{ Pairing } - non-idol!Hyunjin x afab!reader

{ Genre } - forced proximity?, smut, pwp, acquaintance to lovers, developing situationship

{ Synopsis } - A vacation with your group of close knit friends? What could be better! Well, you were close with all but one person. He's an acquaintance, even after five years. A lot of things can change on vacation though... All you need is a tiny room, a bean bag, an olive branch.

(Or; the one where Hyunjin is too awkward to make any kind of move, and when you finally realize he may reciprocate your horny, lustful feelings... you make the move for both of you, or at least a comment to get things going...)

{ WC } - 5.2k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, forced proximity, smut, pwp (plot? what plot? Porn without plot!), shy Hyune, making out, dry humping, oral (f. receiving), slight nipple play, hair pulling, fingers in mouth, seriously he's fucking your mouth with his fingers, drool, spit as lube, praise kink, manhandling (as best he can in a tiny room on top of a giant bean bag), Hyune is sensitive, he is also worshipping you, unprotected sex (piv; do as I say, not as I write & pee after sex!), overstimulation, teasing, cream pie, sweating, slight aftercare, overuse of religious puns, a forgotten about game of super smash bros, everyone was basically waiting for you two to fuck but neither of you knew that, smug comments from Seungmin, not so sly comments from Jisung

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - Hello, I come with crumbs after... 9 months of inactivity from me... I sincerely apologize. I've made enough sad, emotional and apologetic posts though, so onto the story!

I almost renamed this fic to (I'll be honest, I'm tempted to rename it after the fact still): 'Bean Bag Shennanigans' or 'Bean Bag Mishaps' OR 'Bean Bag Escapades'. Then when I came up with the puns, it was going to be 'Blessed Bean Bag' or 'The Sanctified Bean Bag'. Can you count how many times I said "bean bag" in this fic? I think I've typed and read it so much, it doesn't feel like an actual word or piece of furniture anymore lmao.

I hope you enjoy 🩷

"Did you wanna play something? We could go check out the game room. Felix said there was a switch down there." You drawl in Hyunjins direction.

You’re laying flat on your back on a couch, staring at the ceiling. It was relaxing at first, but now you're quickly getting bored.

"Sure, it seems like everyone else is already preoccupied." He shrugs, and pops a halved strawberry in his mouth from the bowl he’d been eating. He gets up from the table where he was sketching, abandoning his work temporarily.

You’re on holiday with your friends for the week, and currently inside the ‘bnb’ you've rented together. The place was huge, with almost too many amenities.

There’s an indoor pool, a hot tub, karaoke, and a pool table. There’s lots of activities scheduled, places to visit, and sightseeing for everyone to do. But it was still nice to be able to have things to wind down with when you were inside. So everyone had dispersed not long after arriving, choosing to explore the surroundings and settle in.

Out of all your friends in this group, Hyunjin is the one you have the most... distance with. It has to be some sort of weird cosmic joke that you’ve been left alone with him right now. In the 5 years your little friend group existed, someone always usually stuck around to act as some sort of buffer between you two. Intentionally or unintentionally, you didn’t know. It’s not that you two hate each other, you just have never clicked with each other, not like you did with the others. You simply existed within the friend group together.

It seems now is an opportunity to get to know each other more in depth.

You both go down stairs, walking across the finished basement, passing Chan and Changbin. They’re at the pool table, both too consumed by the game to truly acknowledge you two. You keep walking through the room, ignoring the thuds above you. It’s the stomping footsteps and tumbling of your friends, play fighting and shouting. Hearing them brings a smile to your face.

Yes, you were all still stuck in childish ways in your mid to late twenties, but adulting is hard. Everyone deserves some fun, and a break once in a while.

They would even pull you into their shenanigans, often pretending to wrestle with you. Tumbling around on the ground, until one of them conceded from you tickling them nonstop.

Finishing your trek across the bottom floor of the rented house, you both stood in front of a door with a multicolored LED sign on it. It reads 'arcade'. You're unsure of what to expect, but Hyunjin opens the door, and you’re both met with... a tiny room?

If it weren't for the mounted tv, the shelf next to it that holds a switch, controllers, a box of tissues, and a few games. You'd think it was a large closet... Actually, taking another look around, that's probably exactly what it is... with a giant bean bag taking up the whole floor.

Seriously, you've never seen a bean bag that big. On top of it are a few throw pillows and a blanket.

"Well. This is certainly cozy." He says.

And you don’t know his tone well enough to know if he’s being sarcastic or snarky. So you huff out a laugh in response.

Grabbing the controllers, you sit on one side of the bean bag, leaving enough room for him to sit next to you. When he sits though, you both immediately slide into the middle of it, pressed up against each other. The two of you start chuckling awkwardly, and try to maneuver yourselves on to your own respective sides, but nothing works. You both just end up falling back into the middle every time.

Eventually you give up, no longer wanting to struggle and adjust, and instead just relax.

"I mean I can play like this." You shrug.

It truly didn't bother you.

"Mmkay." He hums, sinking into the bean bag further with his side flush to yours.

You scroll through the games on the switch, deciding on Super Smash Bros, but it needs to be updated. So you click on 'update', and sit up to dock it. Now you just need to wait for it to be finished.

You lay on your back again, submerging further into the bean bag, and Hyunjin, and pull your phone out.

Nothing else is planned for today, except cooking dinner when it’s time. Like you said, everyone wanted the chance to settle in before the real vacation started. So you’re in no rush to do anything, or go anywhere, but still. You’re getting more and more bored by the second, and Hyunjin is never much of a talker around you.

After scrolling in silence, you glance up at the screen. The game was only 24% done downloading, and you sighed.

“NO FAIR!” You hear Changbin yelling, with loud footsteps up the stairs.

You also hear Chans giggles as he follows after him with much softer steps.

Well. Now you’re really alone down here with him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you look and see Hyunjin scrolling on his own phone. Surprisingly it's a comfortable silence, and you feel the awkward fog disperse while being alone in this tiny space. In your perspective anyways.

That is, until you notice that he starts fidgeting. His hips and shoulders are wiggling, trying to get comfortable. And his fingers have a death grip on his phone, and he’s double tapping a bit too harshly as he likes video after video, seemingly without even watching the whole thing. He goes to adjust himself again, lifting his thigh a bit before bringing it back down, accidentally squeezing the soft skin of your outer thigh under his own.

"Ah, sorry!" He says as a blush forms on his cheeks, and he instinctively goes to rub your pinched skin.

But then he seems to realize what he did by trying to comfort you, and retracts his hand like he’s been burned.

"It's fine." You laugh.

His shy demeanor is astonishing, especially when you’ve seen him act quite the opposite in the past with your other friends.

You're both adjusting again, trying to fit comfortably on the damned bean bag. It results in you both laying down on your sides, your back to his chest. He's unsure what to do with his arms. One is holding his phone above your head and resting on the bean bag, the other is twitching and hovering above you. He seems to want to rest it on your waist, but is unsure.

“You can hold me, you know, I don’t mind. We all cuddle anyways, it’s nothing new. It will probably be more comfortable anyways.” You mutter.

Which is true. You all are a cuddly and touchy friend group. Snuggle piles happen quite frequently, much to certain people’s dismay, especially on movie nights. Yet somehow, every time they happen, you and Hyunjin always end up the farthest apart from each other.

That doesn’t matter now though, you’re trying to reassure him and extend an olive branch. There’s no reason the two of you can’t be just as close as you are to everyone else.

“Oh, uh, okay. Thanks.” He manages to stutter out.

It’s cute, he’s always been a bit timid in his interactions with you. Not that there were ever too many. Regardless, he lets his arm fall over you, let’s his fingers dangle in that area below your navel, but above your pant line. Then he’s back to scrolling on his phone, still above your head.

You scoot back a bit, just trying to get more comfortable, but he stiffens. He’s immediately trying to back up, and ends up dropping his phone with a quiet thud, as it slips to the floor between the bean bag and the wall. His hand comes to your hip, squeezing surprisingly tight so he can hold you in place.

He seemingly wants to avoid his pelvis pressing into you.

“S-sorry! I’m sorry.” He spits out, his grip relaxing on your hip, but not moving so he could keep you still, “I didn’t mean to– well I didn’t want you to– just, I’m sorry.”

It's amusing really, ending up in this situation and position, with someone who is essentially an acquaintance. The two of you never hung out one on one, and only ever saw each other in group settings. Even taking all of that into consideration, this doesn't feel unnatural to you. And you won’t lie, your mind has wandered to impure thoughts about him before.

And there’s no way you’re connecting the puzzle pieces wrong. The way he’s always acted around you, the distance you both kept from each other, it’s got to be mutual.

So you figure, now’s as good a time as any to make a move…

A smirk spreads across your lips and despite his hand desperately trying to hold you still, you move backwards, snuggling closer to him. "Wanna know a secret?"

You can feel him filling out in his pants, he’s half hard already from barely anything. That gives you all the conviction you need to hopefully initiate something fun.

"Ah, sure?" His voice is shaky, adorable.

"I'm not made of glass, you can touch me. I won't break, promise. Plus," You say in a soft and low voice, "Maybe I like it a little rough."

He looks at you for a second, registering your words, and then slowly nods. Hopefully it clicked for him too.

You're sure it did, because his lips bloomed into a smile, and his eyes lidded. Then with all the sudden confidence in the world, he tugs at you rolling you over. Both of you face to face, as you dipped further into each other. He's staring into your eyes, and then he places a hand on your arm, tracing it up to your shoulder.

"So... you're okay with being touched? Anywhere?" His voice is silky smooth now, and alluring. Not to mention his eyes are sharp with a lustful resolve.

Whatever game you started playing, he clearly just took over.

You go to speak, but he brings his hand to caress your jaw, and holds eye contact with you. Gently, he grips your chin, slowly pulling you towards his face, his eyes darting to your lips. You close your eyes in anticipation, and instead feel his breath fanning your lips. His lips are ghosting over yours. He's waiting for you to make a move.

As confident as this man just was, he's still having you make the first move.

You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain, so what the hell.

Your lips brush against his, and he's kissing you back fervently. He's tender, but desperate. Deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue between your lips. The taste of him is immediately intoxicating. Mint and... strawberries?

You never thought an odder pairing tasted better.

Where he was once too nervous to even accidentally touch you, he had all the intent to make you feel on fire now.

Your bodies pressed together felt so warm. One hand clutching a fistful of his shirt, and the other wrapped around him. His hand slides down your back, resting on your butt and kneading it. Both of your legs are a tangled mess, intertwined in a way that he was able to perch his thigh between yours. He presses his thigh up, and you catch his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a groan.

Something kept changing in him, or maybe it just kept revealing the true version of him, and you weren't prepared when he slipped his other arm underneath you, grabbed you and twisted, hauling your body on top of his. You were straddling him. His hands resting on your thighs, rubbing his thumbs in little circles. Looking down on him, you see the desire in his eyes, and you can only hope he sees the same in yours.

He no longer seems to be shy as he sits up a bit. It seems like he's admiring you, looking your body up and down. You watch as his eyes trail down to your lips, to your neck, to your heaving chest, and then lower... Where your body sat atop his, heat meeting heat. Then he's holding eye contact again as he grabs your hips, rolling you into his hardened length. Your head was clouded with lust and nothing else. He was letting you know exactly what he wanted. So when you started to move your hips of your own volition, his jaw dropped, his eyes fluttered closed, as his breath hitched.

This man is gratifyingly sensitive.

He wasn't gentle this time when he kissed you again. He sat up fully, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. His tongue explored yours, kissing him felt like experiencing the hunger of a starved man. You were more than happy to feed him. He devoured you, and you savored each flick of his tongue. He cards his hand up into your hair from the base of your neck, and a shiver goes down your spine. His touch feels magnified. When he gripped a fistful of hair tightly, you moaned into his mouth.

He tugged you away from his lips by your hair, craning your head back and exposing your throat to him. And you're stuck, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily. You want to pout in protest, but when he starts peppering kisses on your neck, you sigh and close your eyes. His lips were so plush and warm as he pressed them against your skin.

He's loosening his grip on your hair, and dragging his hand down your neck. You jolted a bit at him groping your chest. His palm is warm against you, and he gives a little squeeze before massaging your tit. When his teeth nip your collar bone, you're whining and biting your lip. He soothes it with his tongue, and goosebumps bloom across your body. His kisses trail down further until they can't, and he's lifting your hoodie off roughly. Irritated at the boundary between you and him. You feel so overwhelmed with want, that it aches.

You started moving your hips, trying to relieve the throbbing between your thighs. He stops to look at you reverently, his eyes lost in your expression as you attempt to pleasure yourself. You take the opportunity of him being distracted to push him down onto his back, and he grunts as he lands. It gives you a better position to roll your hips against his bulge again, sending tingles throughout your body. His hands find your hips again, and he starts rocking you faster, and rougher against his cock. His own hips meeting yours in sync.

You hear the switch remotes fall off the bean bag, lodging themselves against the door, but you choose to ignore it.

Even through layers of clothing, the sensation feels completely electric, and you sit straight up to catch your breath. But he never stops moving your hips, and you have to bite your lip to silence a moan. He had found a better angle to rub himself on your clit, and you felt the pleasure building slowly. How in the hell does this man get you close without even undressing you?

Sure you've done this before, particularly in the early days of your sexual exploration. Usually in a rushed and fumbled manner, young adults trying to figure out what feels good for them and whatnot. But this man makes dry humping feel like a whole new experience.

He looks completely disheveled underneath you, as he starts to rub and flick your exposed nipples. His eyes boring into yours again is overwhelming, almost unbearable. But you never want him to look away. You were so overheated with anticipation, that his fingers felt so cold against you now. But his lips were still so hot, as you bent down to kiss him again. It was all tongue, and spit, and incredibly messy. That's when he snapped, fully and finally, letting go completely.

He lets out the smallest growl as he flips you yet again, pinning you on your back, both your wrists being held by only one of his hands.

"You said maybe you like playing rough?" He smirks down at you, fingers tracing up your ribs.

"Love it, actually." You answer breathlessly.

He nuzzles into your neck and turns to whisper in your ear, "Good girl."

You're melting at his words, head clouding up with compliance as soon as you hear his praise. Up until now the entire ordeal was nearly silent aside from panting, moaning and groaning. If he keeps talking to you like that, your head is going to be floating away from you.

He's too busy slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of your shorts to notice. He sits up on his knees, and has your shorts and panties down to your ankles in one smooth motion. You, however, were kicking them off desperately.

He proceeds to spread your thighs, gazing at your center through those foxy eyes, "Look at this pretty, wet cunt." He mumbles.

You try not to clench your thighs, as he's holding them open still. But he feels your muscles tense. He leans closer, eyes still glued to wear you can feel slick leaking out, and licks his lips. His eyes shoot back up to you, and he tilts his head with a smile.

"Is it for me, angel?"

You whimper at the puff of warm air against you, before letting out a pathetically strangled, "hnng..." in an attempt to say yes.

He's massaging and kneading your thighs up and down. His hand draws closer to where you're craving his touch.

"We’re moving awfully fast, love. I need your consent if you want me to make you feel good. Yes or no?"

"Yes, please, I can't tak-" You're pleading without hesitation.

Before you could even finish your sentence, his tongue is licking a long strip from your opening to your clit. And you let out a pornographic moan.

He peeks up, wetness shining on his chin already, "Now, now. We wouldn't want anyone to find us in this compromising position, would we?"

"No..." You whine, bucking your hips towards his face, uncaring of how desperate you might look.

He just chuckles darkly, "Good, then keep quiet or I'll make you quiet. You'd look so adorable with your panties stuffed in your mouth."

Fuck, you had no idea he was like this. You thought he was the adorable one, all timid and cute and shy. Clearly he’d been hiding this other side of himself from you. All this time, you could have been experiencing this with Hyunjin. You curse yourself for not trying to break whatever resolve he was clearly holding back from you, earlier.

You clamp a hand over your mouth as he goes back to pleasuring you. His tongue is focused on your clit, teasing you with kitten licks. You need more, and try to roll your hips against his mouth. But he grunted softly while holding one of your hips down.

He’s swirling circles over your clit now, and brings two fingers to your entrance. He slips them in harshly, giving you no time to adjust, and you’re thankful for how wet he had gotten you first. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

"You're doing so well," He whispers against your cunt.

It feels so good, even better when he curls them and starts pumping into you quickly. Reaching that gummy spot inside you repeatedly.

It was nearly impossible to stay quiet, but you managed by panting through it.

Saliva starts collecting in your mouth from it, drool slipping out of your mouth.

You’re so close, you can’t help it when a quiet and whiny "Fuck..." Flies out of your mouth. You knew quickly though, that was the wrong move.

His fingers slow down to a lazy rhythm, still working into you but not enough to push you over the edge. He lifts his head to look at you. A smug smile plastered to his face, "Angeeeeel" He sings quietly, and it's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard.

You hope he never stops calling you angel.

"Didn't I say to be quiet?" He asks as he removes his fingers from your pussy.

"I-I'm sorry, it just... you're so... God, it was so good." You're struggling to find your words, chest heaving, and walls clenching, searching to be filled again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." He vocalizes and climbs up to face you, "I know a way to keep you quiet."

His fingers are prodding against your lips, and you open them automatically. He's shoving them deep, sliding against your tongue. Your lips close around them, and your tongue starts laving at them. You can taste yourself, and feel his fingers caressing your tongue. It’s like he’s teasing you, showing you what you could be feeling a little lower, if only you could be a little quieter. All it's doing is winding you up even more.

He's watching you in awe, his lips parted, eyes glued to your mouth engulfing his fingers. He pulls them out slightly and pushes them back in repeatedly, and you start drooling even more. Spit is gathering at the corner of your mouth and sliding out, his eyes tracking the glistening path it's leaving.

"When we're not in this cramped closet, I'm going to fuck your face like this."

You gurgled a bit at that, and that was enough to push him even further. You didn’t think he was holding anything more back, but you were wrong.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, and kneels, pulling his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. It springs up, bouncing off his stomach. He spreads the mixture of your wetness and saliva from his fingers onto his cock, and lets out a soft moan. Giving himself a few pumps, he lines himself up with your entrance, still on his knees.

He was looking down at you, seemingly admiring how fucked out you looked before his cock even entered you. You’re looking up at him expectantly.

Without warning he thrusts into you, this time pausing for a second. You moan again and that's when he lays on top of you, kissing you. You taste yourself once more, just on his tongue this time. Nearly all your senses are overwhelmed, and you feel your mind slipping into the abyss.

He whispers against your lips, "You need something in your mouth constantly, don't you, love?"

You whimper softly, and that triggers him to start moving, barely any build up to him snapping his hips against yours. His fingers slip back into your mouth, and his head drops to your shoulder, nosing against it and humming. He was whispering sweet praises into the crook of your neck, you were barely registering it.

“You feel so good, love.”

“I’ve imagined a lot, but I never imagined you’d get this wet for me.”

“You sound so pretty trying to hold back for me.”

”Taste divine, too.”

”Such a good angel.”

You weren't going to last long, you felt about three seconds away from cumming.

What you did register very clearly, was him letting out the softest whimper directly in your ear, and nipping your earlobe afterwards. Then you were falling apart. Pleasure crashing over you, and body jerking against his. He was kissing your neck now, but his pace never faltered. Instead of helping you ride it out by slowing down, he kept pushing you higher. Your thighs were shaking, it felt like this orgasm would never end.

It was hard to find the words you wanted to say in your hazy mind, but you found one,"S-sensitive." You whispered.

At that he did slow down a bit, and faced you again. Pressing more soft kisses to your jaw, cheeks, and lips. And you could breathe again.

"But angeeel," He sing-songed again, "Hyunie made you feel so good, don't you want me to cum too?"

You blinked up at him through teary eyes, trying to see him clearly as he was still slowly fucking you. It was still sensitive, and sore in the best way.

"Answer me love."

Your response was on instinct at this point.

"Yes sir."

And his eyes darkened, his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed your knees further into your chest.

"Good girl." He praised you again, and you whimpered.

He gave no mercy though, skin slapping against skin as his hips jerked roughly into you. This time it was him clamping a hand against your mouth, he knew immediately you wouldn’t be able to stay quiet.

Your walls clenched around him, and you were in shock at the fact it felt like you were about to cum again so quickly. He grunted softly, eyes squeezing shut, and hips faltering.

"My angel feels so. fucking. perfect." He whispered, and punctuated it with one last pump into you.

His jaw dropped, and he was holding back strangled noises as he emptied his load inside you.

You were squirming, you’re so close, just a little more and you could–

But your thoughts were blown away when he brought his fingers to your clit, and started rubbing in quick circles. Your breath stuttered, and he still held his palm over your mouth. You were grateful, because you were cumming again in seconds, a long and muffled whine breaking through.

He didn’t keep going this time, he tapered his motions off, and as soon as he retracted his hand you were gulping for air.

“Fuck.” You panted.

He chuckled lowly, wiping the sweat from his brow with his inner wrist, and pushing his hair back off his face. Those piercing eyes were watching you still, as you heaved for oxygen.

“Holy fuck.” You murmured again.

“I wouldn’t say I’m all that Holy honestly, you’re the angel.” He smirked.

“No, but that was still a spiritual experience.” You laughed breathlessly, trying not to let the pet name fluster you further.

“Mmm… transcendent even.” He hummed.

Then he pulled out of you, and you hissed at the loss and the sting.

“Stay still, I’ll clean you up.”

You listened, letting the bean bag engulf you further as he moved towards the shelves. It’s a good thing this blanket was here. You weren’t sure how you’d be able to clean a bean bag.

He wiped you down as best as he could with the conveniently placed tissues, and then wiped himself before tucking himself back into his pants, and then the used tissues in his pocket.

He slid your bottoms and shorts back on, and tugged your hoodie over your head, before collapsing next to you with a huff. No hesitation in pulling you close to him this time.

You both lay there, eyes closed, listening to nothing but each other's breathing for a few moments. Then he breaks the blissful silence.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tried to keep going without talking to you about it first.” He muttered, giving you a squeeze.

“Overstimulation is 100% my thing, I’m not mad about it.” You mumble and peek an eye open to look at him.

He’s gorgeous, face still glistening in sweat, down to his neck, and hair stuck to his forehead. You sit up to reach for the tissues, wiping his face and neck down and attempting to pat his hair dry. You push it out of his face again, and look into his eyes.

“If I’m mad about anything, it’s the fact we could’ve been doing that for years.” You smirked.

He’s grinning now, and putting a hand around the back of your neck while you play with his hair.

“Well, we-”

But he’s cut off, because you both hear somebody outside of the door. You both scramble to sit up straight and apart from each other. You stuff the tissues you were holding into your hoodie pocket. Just in time for the door to swing open.

There stands a curious looking Seungmin, eyeing you both and then the surroundings of the tiny room.

"What were YOU guys doing?" He says with a sly smirk.

Jisung’s head pops into view and he's squinting at the two of you suspiciously.

You didn’t even hear anyone come down the stairs, then again that wasn’t a priority when you were too busy getting your guts rearranged sporadically. Just how much did these two hear?

"Oh, we were just playing a video game." You wave your hand at the tv, hoping to come off nonchalant.

"You were playing a game. Really?" Seungmin asks dryly.

“Must have been some game.” You hear Jisung chime in.

"Yeah," Hyunjin chuckles, "why, what's up?”

"Oh nothing, it's just funny how you can play a game with the controllers wedged underneath this bean bag here.” He says pulling them out and tossing them towards you and Hyunjin. “And the game is still on the start screen." Seungmin shrugged.

Hyunjin just smirked, and combed his hair back with his hand. You, however, feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you stare at the screen.

"Anyways." Jisung says, "We've decided we're going to play a drinking game! Come with us!" He says bouncing up and down on his heels and dashing towards the stairs.

Seungmin looks you both up and down, before he hums and walks away. As they ascend the stairs, you hear Jisung not so quietly whispering.

“You think one of them finally made a move?”

Then you hear a smack, and Jisung shouting about violence not being his love language.

You let yourself exhale finally with a shaky breath, and look over to Hyunjin. He’s smiling entirely too brightly for just having almost been caught in a compromising position.

So you smack him halfheartedly in the shoulder.

“Now what was that for?” He says, his smile seemingly not going anywhere.

“Next time, we need a locked door, and preferably not a bean bag.”

“Oh, next time?” He raises an eyebrow, and you want nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face.

But if you do that, you know it will escalate. And you two still need a proper conversation about whatever just happened, because you definitely want it to happen again. Plus you don’t think you can handle anymore beanbag shenanigans.

“Shut up.” You say instead, with a smile to match his own, “I need a shower before I play, good luck enduring the masses about what just happened.”

“Masses? More religious puns?” He jokes.

And it feels a little strange now, having a complete 180 and being able to converse lightly and joke with him. When not even two hours ago, you struggled with awkward silences. Then again, he was inside of you not even ten minutes ago.

Yeah, a shower, the drinking game, a proper conversation, and hopefully more fucking.

“What can I say, I feel blessed.”

“I feel sinful, in the best way though.” He continues.

“I will deliver your penance later, first, I shower.” You joke and finally get off the bean bag and out of the tiny room.

He follows behind you, as you both walk towards the stairs. But before you can get up the first step, he bends down to whisper in your ear.

“I'll be waiting for you, I am but a devoted worshipper.”

Holy fuck, this man is going to ruin you.

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sarahfirecrystals-blog · 10 days ago

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Might i ask for dom reader with chan and minho please?? Written if that’s okay, or text msgs?

oneshot | the good boy and the brat

pairing: poly!minchan x dom!fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: orgasm control, dom!reader, brat!minho, praise & degradation, mommy kink, dialogue heavy

word count: 1379

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

The apartment was quiet, too quiet, when you stepped inside. No music. No talking. Just a strange hush, punctuated by the sound of something soft: a breath? A whimper?

You kicked off your boots and slid your bag to the floor, eyebrows lifting. “Boys?” you called, voice even. “I’m home.”

No answer, just barely audible came a moan from the living room.

Your brows rose higher. You padded silently toward the door, stopping just before the corner. You didn’t announce yourself.

“…Minho w-we’re not supposed to- she said we can’t-” Chan’s voice, breathless, nervous.

“Oh, come on,” Minho drawled. “What she doesn’t know won’t kill her. Or us. Unless you want her to catch us.”

A whine. “That’s not- Minho, fuck”

You peeked around the corner.

Chan was flushed and naked from the waist down, legs spread on the couch, back arched and thighs trembling. His hands were in his lap, desperately trying to cover himself, but you could still see the flush in his chest, the shame and arousal all over his face.

Minho was curled beside him, fully clothed, smirking like the devil himself. His fingers were ghosting along Chan’s inner thigh.

“Let me guess,” you said coolly, stepping fully into the room. “I tell you to behave for a few hours and come home to find you corrupting my good boy?”

Chan jumped, practically scrambling off the couch, while Minho just smiled and stretched like a cat. “Oh. Welcome home, sweetheart.”

You raised a brow. “Minho.”

“Yours truly.”

“Hands off Chan.”

He lifted his hands mockingly. “You’re no fun.”

“Sit,” you ordered.

He tilted his head, but obeyed, plopping into the armchair like he hadn’t just been caught red-handed. Chan was standing now, blushing hard, trying not to meet your gaze, hand ghosting over his erection trying to hide it.

You turned to him, voice softer. “Come here.”

He crossed the room quickly, eyes wide, still panting.

“Chan,” you murmured, reaching to brush your fingers over his cheek. “Did you forget the rules?”

He shook his head immediately. “No- I didn’t- I told him, I swear, I tried to say no, but he-he”

Your fingers curled under his chin. “Breathe.”

Helmet out a shaky breath.

“You didn’t touch yourself?”

His voice was small. “No! But- he's so pretty- I-.”

You looked into his eyes for a beat, interrupting him. “You still want to be good for me?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”

“Then strip the rest of the way and kneel on the couch. Hands behind your back. Legs spread.”

He shivered at the command, but obeyed without hesitation, shedding his shirt and climbing onto the couch. Kneeling upright, hands locked behind him, thighs apart just enough for you to see how hard he was already.

You turned to Minho.

“You, on the other hand,” you said, voice icy, “are going to tell me exactly what you were doing teasing him when you knew damn well he’s not allowed to come without permission.”

Minho shrugged. “He looked bored. I was doing him a favor.”

“Is that what you call trying to fingerfuck my good boy into disobedience?”

“I didn’t touch him-” he grinned. “Well. Not really.”

You crossed the room in two slow steps and gripped his jaw.

“Do you want to be punished?” you asked quietly.

His eyes glittered. “Maybe. If you’re offering.”

You smiled and turned back to Chan.

“Look at him,” you said, gesturing at Minho. “Smirking, fully clothed, like he didn’t do anything wrong.”

Chan whimpered. “He said we’d stop before you got home-”

You brushed your thumb across his lower lip. “You think he ever listens?”

Chan shook his head, eyes big and eager. “No.”

You moved behind him and ran your hands slowly down his sides, then slid a hand between his legs. He was already dripping.

“Poor thing,” you cooed. “He got you so worked up, didn’t he? But you didn’t come.”

“No,” he breathed.

You bent down to whisper against his ear. “You want to come now?”

“Yes please- please”

Minho scoffed from the chair. “Pathetic.”

You turned sharply. “Say that again.”

He opened his mouth, but paused.

“You think you’re so smug,” you continued. “You get off on pushing him over the edge, but you can’t stand that he’ll always be my good boy. Why can't you behave?”

You nodded to the floor. “Strip and crawl.”

Minho’s expression flickered, challenge, excitement, obedience tangled in one, but he stood. He stripped slower than he needed to, clearly putting on a show, and then dropped to his knees and crawled toward the couch.

You stopped him with a foot to his chest. “Back. Hands behind you. Watch only.”

He obeyed, breath catching.

You turned to Chan. “Touch yourself,” you said. “But don’t you dare come until I say.”

Chan moaned already, fingers wrapping around his cock, hips twitching at the first stroke.

You kissed his shoulder, lips soft. “That’s it. Good boy. Just like that.”

He whimpered. “Feels so good”

“You look so pretty like this.”

Behind you, Minho let out a low groan. You turned toward him.

“Hard already?” you mocked. “All I did was praise him.”

He glared, but his flushed cock betrayed him.

“Maybe I should keep praising him,” you purred. “Let him come all over my hand while you watch.”

Minho made a sound, such a desperate sound.

You grinned. “Oh, you don’t like that idea, do you? What’s wrong, brat? Want me to touch you instead?”

He nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“I don't think you deserve it.”

Minho gritted his teeth.

“You wanted to play games,” you said sweetly, “but I make the rules here.”

He clenched his fists behind his back. “Please.”

You tilted your head.

“Please what?”

“…Please touch me.”

“Why?” You pretended to think. “You were such a little shit earlier, though. And now you’re whining like you don’t love being denied.”

Chan gasped again, faster now, hand stroking quick.

“M-mommy~ please- I-”

“Don’t come yet,” you warned him, placing a hand around his wrist to still him. “Just a little more, baby.”

He nodded frantically, tears in his lashes.

You turned back to Minho, cocking a brow. “Look what you did to him.”

Minho licked his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not. But I’ll make sure you are.”

You moved to Minho, finally giving him a single slow stroke of your hand, and he arched, eyes fluttering shut, hips chasing you.

“One touch,” you whispered. “That’s all you get right now.”

He growled. “That’s not fair!”

You grinned, leaning in. “I don’t play fair with brats.”

You returned to Chan. “Sweetheart,” you said softly, tugging his hand away. “You’ve been so good for me. Ready to come?”

“Yes- yes, please~”

You wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him firmly, just once, then again, fast and tight, he cried out, body jerking as he spilled into your hand, moaning your name like a prayer.

You kissed his jaw as he trembled. “Good. Such a good boy.”

Then you turned to Minho.

“Now you,” you said, voice dark. “On your back. Legs open.”

His eyes went wide.

You leaned in close. “If you’re going to act like a needy little slut, I’ll treat you like one.”

He obeyed without a word this time, lying flat, legs parted just enough.

You sat between them and ran a teasing fingertip over his cock. “No touching. No squirming. You’ll come when I say. Understood?”

“…Yes.”

"Yes, who?"

"Yes… Mommy,"

You smirked. “You want to be my toy, brat? You’re going to learn what happens to toys that misbehave.”

He bit back a moan when you start slow, steady strokes, your palm firm, your lips murmuring filth into his ear. “You want to be a good boy now, don’t you? Too late.”

Minho whimpered.

“Chan’s such a good boy… why can't you behave and just be good” you taunted.

“I- fuck please-”

“Beg better.”

“Please, mommy! I need to come- need you- anything-”

You finally relented. "Fine," you feign disinterest.

He screamed, whole body arching as he came hard over your hand, into his stomach, legs trembling, eyes wild. You watched him fall apart with a smug grin.

Minho groaned from the floor. “Fuck.”

You chuckled. “Next time, I won't be this nice… Let go clean up”

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