#skz fan fic

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Movie Night

Han Jisung x thick female reader

Word count: 9.6k (yowza)

A/N: 18+ only! So, I wanted to write this story after the Chan's room comment on his last vlive. I was already working on a Jisung fic and when this idea hit me I HAD to rework the plot because I needed to write this. I hope people that relate to this story know that their worth is not based on their appearance or weight. Everyone has insecurities, fat, skinny, whatever. The content of your heart is what matters and how you treat others. I hope everyone always remembers that. I hope you enjoy reading and if you do, please leave a comment, like, reblog, shoot me an ask, I love the feedback! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/cursing, Weight and body image issues are a big part of the plot in this fic, if that can be triggering for you, you might skip this one! Dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected piv sex (please don't do this, use protection), cream pie, overstimulation, cum eating, hella praise and pet names (baby, jagi etc), squirting, Jisung get a little possessive but not in a toxic way, mentioning of coming on breasts, mentioning of oral sex (m receiving) and coming in mouth. I think that's everything but if I ever miss a warning, please let me know and I'll add it immediately.

You and Jisung loved having movie nights together. The other guys enjoyed watching movies too but not the way you and Jisung did. You would over load on snacks and sugar and throw popcorn at each other or the screen when the main character of whatever film you were watching did something predictably stupid. It was forty percent watching the movie, sixty percent critiquing, and one hundred percent fun. You were a two-person episode of MST3K minus the robots. Movie nights with Jisung were the highlight of your week.  

It was probably pretty obvious to anyone with eyes that you had a crush on Jisung. Regardless of how obvious it was you would never admit that. Not to him, not to anyone. You weren’t his type and you knew that. You were heavier, perhaps a bit more than beauty standards would consider ‘aesthetically pleasing’, at least that was the view you had of yourself. You knew that didn’t mean you weren’t pretty but you were bigger and you also had eyes. You saw the kind of girls Jisung went after on the rare occasions you had gone to clubs together and they most definitely did not look like you. You also could see what HE looked like. He was not only beautiful and fit but funny and kind. Guys like him didn’t go for girls like you and it was fine. That was fine.  

You cherished the friendship you had with Jisung and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that no matter how strong the feelings you had for him were. What you didn’t realize was that Jisung was trying to deal with the fact that he had feelings for you too. At first, he didn’t see you as any more than a good friend that also happened to be a girl. You weren’t the type of girl he would typically go for. After being friends with you a couple of years now he had become endeared by you and after your last movie night Jisung had come to realize he was completely bewitched and he had absolutely no idea what to do or say now. He was sure you felt the same but he still was holding onto some reservations about perusing something with you and he wasn’t sure why he felt that way when you both were so clearly perfectly matched.  

You and Jisung loved movie nights together. So, it wasn’t unusual for you to be snuggled up on the couch under a blanket at the dorm with Jisung on a Friday night with three or four movies on standby. What was unusual this particular Friday was the awkward air hanging between the two of you. Everything seemed fine the week before and nothing seemed out of the ordinary that night so far. You had agreed on horror movies and you were well into your second one. The first had actually been pretty scary, making you jump a few times gripping Jisung’s arm and hiding your face, cuddling in closer to him under the shared blanket. The movie you were watching now hadn’t been as bad until it was. One of the main girls was slinking through a dark decrepit house and was suddenly snatched from behind by the crazed killer, practically sending you sailing out of your skin. Jisung tensed up when you buried your face in his shoulder for the umpteenth time that night.  

You hadn’t realized it but every time you pressed your plush body closer to Jisung his posture had stiffened as well as other parts of his body. He was very happy for the blanket or hiding his hard on might not have been so simple. There had been something out of the ordinary that night, for Jisung at least, and that was your choice in attire for movie night. You both always opted for pajamas because comfort duh, but you had come out of the bathroom that night after changing into pajamas Jisung had never seen you in before. A crop top with matching fuzzy shorts. His throat went dry the moment he saw you. It was the most of your skin he’d ever seen. He knew you were self-conscious about your body so you usually kept pretty covered up, even now the crop top wasn’t particularly revealing and the shorts weren’t that short but seeing your silky thighs and the fact that he could tell you weren’t wearing a bra under the crop top had Jisung ready to burst.  

When you noticed his tense body language you realized you were practically laying on top of him. Even though you loved being close to Jisung you backed off of him a little, worried you might be making him uncomfortable with your weight on him like that.  

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to... I mean... I’m sorry if I’m crushing you.” Jisung hated hearing you say that. So you were bigger, it didn’t matter, not to him. Even if he had thought you weren’t his type before because of that. He was an idiot. He knew now no matter what size you were you were he thought you were fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t want you to move further away. He looked at you, his gaze soft and shook his head. He wrapped his arm around your waist under the blanket and pulled you close again. 

“No, you’re not. It’s fine. You’re fine.” Your face felt like it was on fire and your cheeks turned pink. You bit your lip, an unconscious nervous tick and Jisung’s eyes darted towards them. You looked away unable to keep eye contact. Not when he was pulling you close, not when he was holding you, not when his fingertips were grazing the soft flesh of your waist where your shirt had ridden up a bit, not when he was looking at you like... THAT. 

“y/n?” Jisung’s voice was just above a whisper and even though you heard him call your name clearly you still couldn’t meet his gaze and you pretended to focus on the movie. He hooked his finger under your chin and tilted your head up towards him. Was this really happening?! Jisung slowly started to lean in closer. 

“Ji... I...” He only shook his head and focused on your lips as he closed in. You closed your eyes and you could feel Jisung’s warm breath fan across your face, the warmth of his lips hovering so closely to yours. You held your breath waiting to feel just how soft his lips really were. Finally. 

“Han-ah! Do you know whe-” Changbin came around the corner and stopped short when he saw you and Jisung jumping, catching you just about to kiss. 

“Oh! Shit! Sorry I didn’t mean-” Jisung backed up practically pushing you away when he realized Changbin was also in the room and he started stuttering. 

“You didn’t! I mean there was nothing... we’re watching movies.” You swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in your throat and scooted further away from Jisung which did not go unnoticed by either of the men. Changbin cleared his throat. 

“Yea, okay, well do you know where the protein shaker is? I wanted to hit the gym tonight.” Jisung popped up from the couch quickly. 

“Yea. It’s in the kitchen. I can show you; I need a drink anyway. Y/n? Do you need a drink or anything?” You had started focusing on the movie again trying to ignore the feeling in your chest. You glanced quickly at him and then back at the screen slightly shaking your head no. He bit his lip knowing your feelings were hurt by how he’d reacted when Changbin walked in, when you had just been so close to kissing, and he felt guilty. He didn’t want you to think it was because of you, it really wasn’t. When he came back, he’d explain.  

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You could feel your eyes sting, the familiar burn of tears wanting to surface but you kept your eyes trained on the tv and nodded. Jisung and Changbin went off into the kitchen leaving you in the living room alone, where you took some deep breaths and composed yourself. Maybe it was best Changbin had interrupted. He’d just kept you from making an absolute fool of yourself and ruining your friendship. You went to take a drink of your soda only to find it empty. You kicked yourself for not just telling Jisung yes when he asked if you needed a drink, you pushed yourself up off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. Once Changbin and Jisung had gotten to the kitchen Changbin turned to him with an eyebrow quirked and his nose scrunched. 

“OOoookay what was THAT?!” Jisung played stupid like he had no idea what Changbin was talking about. He just wasn’t comfortable with the topic of him and you just yet, not when he wasn’t sure what to do about his feelings. It was awkward for him to admit to Changbin how he felt about you when he hadn’t even told you yet. It would be with any of the guys, he wasn’t completely sure why. 

“What?! What was what?!” You had made it just outside the of the kitchen when you heard Changbin scoff. 

“Y/n!? Come on... I didn’t think you were into girls like... her...” Jisung’s brows furrowed, he didn’t know what to think about what Changbin seemed to be insinuating. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” Changbin rolled his eyes. 

“You know... bigger.” It was just a word and it was trued but the way Changbin said bigger made you feel absolutely disgusting and the tears you had managed to fend off in the living room were fighting back with a vengeance. It had already been awkward and now Jisung felt embarrassed so he lied when Changbin insinuated again that Jisung was into you. 

“No, I mean what do you mean into? I’m not into y/n?” Changbin scoffed again. 

“Oh yea? What was all that I just walked in on then?” Jisung rubbed the back of his neck thinking of an excuse; but why? Why couldn’t he just say that he did like you? Why couldn’t he just say he WAS about to kiss you? What was so terrible about that? Why did he feel so awkward about it? Why did he feel like Changbin would laugh at him or make fun of if he told him? He just wanted to make a quick excuse, whatever would end the conversation. 

“Dude, she’s got a crush on me. She was all over me but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She isn’t really MY type...”Jisung was still and idiot. You thought the inflection Changbin had put on bigger made you feel like garbage, that was until you heard the way Jisung say you weren’t ‘his type’. You knew that but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. You hadn’t even realized the tears were trailing down your cheeks at that point. You didn’t need or want to hear anymore. You quietly grabbed your overnight bag, put on your slides and left. 

Jisung had heard the front door click closed. All the other guys were still out so it could have been any one of them coming in but when a couple of minutes had passed and no one had walked through the dorm Jisung walked back out into the living room to check on you and found it empty, the movie paused and the blanket you had been sharing in a heap on the floor in front of the couch. 

“y/n?” Jisung walked towards the bathroom to check and see if maybe you had gone in there. He knocked but the door creaked open and the bathroom was unoccupied. 

“y/n?” He decided to go back and check his room although it wasn’t likely you were there and Jisung could feel anxiety creeping up on him. He thought back about the look on your face when he’d left you in the living room. He opened the door to his room and as he had suspected, you weren’t in there. He made his way back through the living room on a mission and Changbin tried to stop him. 

“What’s up? What’s going on?” Jisung moved Changbin out of his way and walked towards the foyer, seeing your bag and shoes were gone. 

“FUCK.” Changbin walked up behind Jisung. 

“What? Fuck what?” Jisung spun around and Changbin could see the worry on his face. 

“You... you don’t think she heard us, do you?” Changbin’s face softened when he realized you were what Jisung was worried about. He gave him a sympathetic look and shrugged his shoulders. 

“FUCK!” Jisung slipped on his shoes and jacket and ran out the door hoping you weren’t too far ahead of him. It was the time of year that it was starting to get a bit chilly when the sun was down and tonight was the coldest it had been yet. It wasn’t freezing but definitely too cold for you to be walking off in what you were wearing, not to mention not safe. When Jisung got out to the street he looked up the sidewalk one way and then the other but didn’t see you. He ran in the direction of the closest bus stop and when he rounded the street corner, he saw you under the florescent lights of the bus stop enclosure. You had your big bag by your feet and had your arms wrapped around yourself, hugging your body, clearly trying to keep warm as you waited for the next bus on the line. Jisung ran up towards you. 

“y/n!? Hey! Why’d you take off? It’s fucking freezing out here, take my jacket. Let’s go back inside and finish the movies...” Jisung took his coat off and went to put it around you but you pulled away and tightened your grip on your arms. 

“No, I’m going home. Sorry I was all over you. I know I’m too... heavy... for that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just... I’m just gonna to go home.” You did your best not to choke on your words and Jisung winced at them knowing you weren’t only upset about how he’d reacted to Changbin but you had heard everything they had said in the kitchen as well. 

“y/n... I... please come back inside you shouldn’t be outside dressed like this.” Of course, he meant he didn’t want you catching cold only wearing shorts and a crop top. You looked away not wanting Jisung to see the fresh tears that were pricking your eyes. 

“I knew I shouldn’t wear stuff like this. I’m only going to bed when I get home so I’ll just deal with the stares on the bus.” He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood and shook his head. 

“I... I didn’t mean it like that y/n... it’s cold out you’re gonna get sick. Please, come back to the dorm.” You finally looked at Jisung and he could see just how hurt you were, your tear rimmed eyes that were already getting puffy and red. That was the final straw, he was a complete asshole. 

“Just... go finish the movies without me Jisung. I’ll... I’ll see you the next movie night.” He sighed in defeat knowing you were definitely not going back to the dorm with him tonight. 

“Look at least take my coat so you don’t catch your death out here and let me wait with you until the bus shows up.” You let Jisung put his coat over your shoulders this time and huddled into the left-over body heat from Jisung having it on. 

“I’d really rather be alone right now Jisung.” You knew you weren‘t going to be able to get a hold of yourself and stop crying if he stayed. He shook his head, sliding a bit closer to you on the bench wanting to be close to you again and hoping some of his body heat might warm you. 

“It’s not safe for you to be out here at night alone.” You slid away putting distance between you again and looked at your feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world and Jisung’s chest felt tight. 

“I’ll text you when I’m home Ji. Just... please...” Your voice started to faulter and Jisung didn’t push any further. 

“Okay. Alright. Please let me know when you’re home safe?” You bit your lip and nodded still looking down as tears welled up in your eyes again. 

“Good night y/n.” Jisung wanted to lean over and hug you, give you a kiss on your forehead, SOMETHING to comfort you. Instead, he just gave a little nod and headed back to the dorm to give you the space you asked for. When Jisung walked back inside Changbin was on his way out to the gym. 

“Hey, everything cool?” Jisung looked distracted but then it registered that Changbin had spoken to him. 

“Oh, uh. I talked to her... she’s going home.” Changbin nodded and headed towards the door but stopped and turned back. 

“Look, Han-ah, there really isn’t anything between you and y/n?” Jisung really didn’t want to talk about it and didn’t want to deal with Changbin messing with him about it anymore but after you hearing him and Changbin in the kitchen and the way you looked at him down on that bus stop he was certain you’d never want anything to do with him, he’d be lucky if you still wanted to be his friend, so he shook his head. 

“No Bin, we’re just friends.” Changbin nodded and cleared his throat. 

“So, it would be okay if say, I wanted to ask her out on a date?” Jisung’s eyes flashed in Changbin’s direction instantly. 

“What?!” Changbin rubbed at the back of his neck and looked a little sheepish. 

“Well yea, I mean she’s really cute man and she’s nice and like I was saying in the kitchen before I know she’s not really YOUR type but you guys are super close so I just wanted to be sure you weren’t interested in her and see if... you know... if you were cool with me asking her out.” Jisung was at a complete loss for words as Changbin waited for a reply. He wondered how many times in one night he could think to himself that he was an idiot. He’d thought Changbin was being judgmental with his line of questioning in the kitchen but he was interested in you. Even if he had been being judgmental why, WHY did it matter?! It fucking didn’t. Because it didn’t change the way you made Jisung’s heart race just thinking about you. Changbin saw the look on Jisung’s face and knew the answer before he even spoke. 

“I... you’re right Changbin she isn’t like the type of girls I’ve dated in the past but...” Changbin wasn’t dumb and wasn’t one to pussy foot around so he just came out with it. 

“Look Jisungie just say you’re into her, it’s alright. I already caught you almost kissing; what's the big deal? She’s into you too. What are you holding back for?” He didn’t know what to say. 

“Sung, is it that maybe you’re a little worried about what people might be thinking if you date a thicker girl?” Jisung looked at Changbin and his eyes said it all. Changbin had hit the nail on the head. Jisung did think you were gorgeous and what other people thought shouldn’t even matter for that reason alone. He didn’t care what some stranger on the street thought of him and you being together but the guys, like Changbin, for some reason, he thought maybe some of the guys would give him a hard time. Of course, none of the guys had given him any reason to think they would tease him about such a thing because none of them would. Jisung had been in his own head too much. Realizing his feelings for you were deeper than friendship had really sent him through a loop. He was worried about the wrong things; he didn’t know how to act around anyone when it came to you and because of that he was epically fucking up. 

“Jisungie...” He focused on Changbin again. 

“Sort your shit out. If you care about her man it doesn’t matter. She deserves better than that Sung, and you know it.” Changbin slapped him on the shoulder, grabbed his gym bag and left to go work out. About twenty minutes after Changbin had left Jisung got a text notification. He sat up quickly in bed and grabbed his phone. 

You laid back in your bed trying to process the whirl of emotions you’d been put through that night. Hope, excitement, disappointment, pain, confusion. It was all too much to process in one night and there was no way you were going to be able to talk about it with Jisung right then, so you cut him off when he tried. Wasn’t he going to kiss you? Had you read that wrong? If he was going to; why would he if he didn’t like you like that? Pity? You hated all the thoughts racing through your head. You just wanted to forget and fall asleep, after a while your mind slowed down and you were finally able to get some rest.  

Jisung had gone all week not hearing from you. He sent a good morning text every day and then a meme or two with an accompanying caption that would say something like ‘laughed and thought of you’ or ‘remember that one time...’ All of his texts went unanswered and he understood why. He’d hurt you in the worst possible way. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to make it right still. Friday morning, he finally got up the nerve to actually call you. He honestly thought you would ignore the call just like you had his texts but after three rings you answered. 

“Hey Jisung; what’s up?” You sounded drained. All the more reason for you to come over, relax and watch movies with him just like you usually would. 

 “Hey! Uh... I hadn’t heard from you at all this week so I just wanted to make sure we were still on for movie night.” You closed your eyes and chewed at your lip as the memories of the last week’s movie night came flooding back. You had been totally swamped at work, you really hadn’t had time to process a thing, which is why you had been ignoring Jisung’s texts. You had just pushed it down and carried on during the work week because you had to. Now here you were and the feelings were racing head on at you again and you didn’t know if you were ready still. 

“Ji... I... I don’t-” Before you could give any excuse as to why it wasn’t a good idea Jisung interjected. 

“I got comedies like you asked for and all the snacks already. You just have to come over. Will you... come over y/n?” You took a deep breath. Maybe if you just went and kept up with your old routine things would just go back to normal. You didn’t have to talk, just watch movies. 

“Yea, I’ll be over Ji. Is seven okay?” His smile was beaming on the other end of the line, hopeful about the fact that you agreed to come, that maybe, he might be able to fix his fuck up still, even if that meant in the end only being your friend. He would be fine with that. It would be more than he felt he deserved from you. 

“Seven is perfect y/n. I’ll see you then. Bye.” You gave a small hum. 

“Bye Ji, see you.” For you the day seemed to fly by and before you knew it, it was time for you to head to the dorm and you didn’t know if you were really ready to face Jisung again yet. For Jisung the day had seemed to drag on forever. He had finally been honest with himself and the guys and told them all how he felt about you. He asked if he could have the dorm for the night while he tried to smooth things over with you. The guys, of course, were all supportive and agreed to be gone for the night. Jisung frantically cleaned the dorm and staged the living room carefully for your movie night. Snacks spread out, blankets to snuggle up in, all typical staples of your movie nights. Not typical was the dim lighting from candles he’d put out around the room and the lavender oil defusing that Felix had set up for him before he left.  

Just a bit after seven Jisung heard your knock at the door. He opened it and greeted you with his wide toothy smile, the one that reached his eyes and made them scrunch up. If you were exhausted from the work week he couldn’t tell, you looked amazing. He couldn’t help but notice your attire this week was back to the usual pair of sweat pants, t-shirt and a big hoodie over that. Jisung’s smile faltered a bit but he caught himself and moved out of the way to invite you in. 

“Hey! Come on in!” You gave Jisung a small smile and walked in towards the living room. Jisung closed the door and followed closely behind.  

“Do you want me to take your bag or hoodie?” You shook your head. 

“Didn’t bring an overnight bag, I can’t stay this week, and I think I’ll keep my hoodie on for now, I’m kind of chilly. Thanks though.” You looked around the living room as you walked in and noticed the few candles Jisung had lit and could smell the fresh scent of lavender. He walked past you and sat down on the couch grabbing the remote and patting the cushions for you to join him. You swallowed the anxiety and tension you were feeling down and walked over to the couch. Jisung had lifted the blanket he’d thrown over himself so you could sit by him and share, like you usually did, but you opted to sit on the far end of the couch with your feet tucked up underneath you and your knees pulled into your hoodie. You missed the disappointed expression on Jisung’s face because you were trying to look anywhere but at him. Just from the time he had opened the door, your heart had wretched every time you did look at him. He set the blanket back down, making like he’d just been adjusting it a bit and started the first movie of the night, unsure if he was going to be able to focus on the screen at all with the elephant in the room with the two of you. 

You both had managed to get through the first movie. You had chuckled a time or two and even though it wasn’t your usual boisterous laugh Jisung was glad to see, somewhat, of a smile on your face. You were still curled up into yourself on the far end of the couch though and you hadn’t eaten anything. Jisung went to put in the next movie. 

“Don’t let me eat all the snacks y/n. Make sure you get some before I inhale it all and really look like a quokka.” Jisung smiled and puffed his already chubby cheeks out further trying to make you laugh but you just smiled at him weakly. 

“I’m okay Jisung I already had dinner and it probably wouldn’t hurt for me to lay off the snacks a bit.” Like an arrow straight through his heart. His idiocy made you feel this way. That there was something wrong with you that needed changed. He had let his own insecurities about your relationship bleed onto you instead of dealing with his own shit. He fucked up he knew it. He should have been trying to talk things out with you instead of ignoring it. He was just joking around acting like nothing had happened, like he didn’t hurt you. He was trying to make you laugh, but it wasn’t time for his antics, this conversation couldn’t be put off any longer when you were saying things like that about yourself. He couldn’t let it continue. 

“Don’t say that! There’s nothing wrong with the way you look!” You looked up at him a bit surprised by his sudden outburst but your eyes faltered and were cast down again just as quickly. 

“You can say that all you want but it doesn’t change the fact that I need to lose weight. No one wants to date the funny fat girl...” Your voice started to quiver a bit and trailed off, the last thing you said was almost inaudible. 

“... least of all you.” It was so quiet Jisung almost didn’t hear it. 

“What?!” You looked up at him like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. You hadn’t even meant for it to come out at all let alone for him to hear it. Oh well, what did it matter now. Your feelings had already ruined everything anyway. Might as well lay it all out on the table. 

“Well, it’s true...” You whispered. Jisung sat closer to you on the couch and you shrunk down into your hoodie as you tried to make yourself smaller. 

“y/n. No, it’s not.” Who was he to say that to you when he knew you had heard him. Your voice came out with a bit more venom than before. 

“Jisung, I HEARD you and Changbin. The way you both talked about me...” Jisung went to interrupt you but you put your hand up, stopping him. 

“Let me finish!” He nodded and shut his mouth. 

“When I heard the way you two talked about me, the way he described me, how you said you felt about me, I was disgusted with myself.” You choked back tears and Jisung hated himself at that very moment. If he were any other guy and you had told him about this situation happening, he’d find him and kick his own ass. 

“That night I had finally worked up the courage to wear those pajamas. I’d had looked at them for 3 months before getting the nerve up to wear them in front of you. I hoped that maybe you might see me in them and think, ‘wow y/n is actually kind of pretty’ maybe even sexy. Then we were on the couch and I don’t know I guess I was delusional and thought you were going to kiss me, I read it wrong, obviously. I’ve seen the girls you take home from the club Ji, I’m two of them easily so I wasn’t shocked you weren’t into me but then I heard you in the kitchen. When I looked down at what I was wearing... if I hadn’t been crying Ji, I would have laughed for actually letting myself think for even one second that someone like YOU would ever want to be with someone like me. That YOU would ever think I was pretty or sexy for that matter.” You pulled your knees from your hoodie and stood up as the tears started to fall from your eyes.  

“I... I can’t Ji... I... I have to go. This was a mistake.” You went to go for the door but Jisung grabbed your wrist and stopped you.  

“Wait PLEASE!” You paused in place but didn’t turn to face him. You couldn’t. 

“I’m so sorry. Please, I’m sorry I said any of that stupid stuff, especially since I didn’t mean a single word of it! I... I WAS going to kiss you and then Changbin walked in and I got nervous it had nothing to do with you or how you look I swear. Then when Changbin asked about you in the kitchen I thought he was giving me a hard time about how you weren’t my ‘type’ and then I was embarrassed but it turned out he was asking about me and you because HE wanted to ask you out and he wanted to make sure you and I didn’t' have a ‘thing’ going on. He told me when I came back in that night and I told him... I told him that I did have feelings for you, that I cared about you... more than just a friend.” Now you turned and faced Jisung, your eyes were narrowed but still filled with tears and your voice was weak when you spoke. 

“You AND Changbin have feelings for me? Well, you both have a very shitty way of showing you care about me. Be sure to let Changbin know too.” You pulled your wrist from Jisung’s grip and turned to go walk towards the door again. Jisung ran to stand in front of you, blocking the way, panicked that if you walked out, he may never see you again. 

“Wait! Wait, wait! Don’t go! I... I think I'm in love with you y/n...” You stopped, turned and suddenly slapped Jisung in the face. You didn’t want to hurt him but you just snapped. 

“How dare you! How dare you talk about me behind my back the way you did, make me feel like I was desperate and crazy, like I was undesirable, now you tell me you only said those things because you were embarrassed by me! Embarrassed for one of your friends to think you were interested in a fat girl! Then you have the AUDACITY to say you’re in love with me! Fuck you Jisung!” You started beating against his chest with your fists as you sobbed and cussed at him. 

“Fuck you! FUCK YOU!” He grabbed your arms trying to calm you down. When you realized he was stronger and easily holding you back from hitting him further you did the only thing you could do and fell into his chest, hysterically crying. Jisung wrapped his arms around you and you both sank to the floor. He held you and rocked you, softly humming until you were letting out little gasps and hiccups trying to get control of yourself. 

“No one has ever hurt me like you did Jisung.” He flinched at your words. Knowing that hit him harder than the slap in the face. 

“I won’t ever be able to say how sorry I am and sorry’s will never be enough but if you’ll give me a chance, I promise I’ll never hurt you like that again. If you give me a chance y/n I’ll love you like no one ever has before.” Jisung’s hands cupped your face and he looked into your eyes with so much conviction it was impossible not to believe him. 

“Jisung... I...” More tears gathered and fell and Jisung swept them away with his thumbs. 

“Please.” He pleaded with you and you gave him a small nod, then he leaned in and softly kissed your lips. It was so warm, inviting, pulling you in for more but instead you pushed against Jisung’s chest and he pulled back and looked at you. Your eyes flicked between his as you searched for any uncertainty but you only saw love. You gripped his shirt where your hand had been resting on his chest and crashed your lips back into his. The kiss was so heated this time, so needy, you had wanted Jisung for so long and now, now you had him. You straddled his lap but didn’t sit your weight on him as your hands cupped his soft cheeks and you continued to make out. Jisung’s arms wrapped around your midsection pulling you close, your chests pressed together. He wanted you as close to him as possible. He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed tightly, out of breath from kissing you. 

“Jagi, I want feel every bit of you, want to make you to feel as beautiful as you are...” Jisung toyed with the hem of your hoodie and t-shirt silently asking permission to remove them. You lifted your arms and allowed him to, although you were extremely nervous to be in only your bra in front of him, even in the dim lighting. Jisung lifted the shirt and hoodie over your head and tossed it aside taking in the expanse of skin in front of him. He wanted to touch you everywhere but instead his hands gripped your hips and eased you down so that your full weight was on his lap and your clothed heat was pressing into his hard on. When you opened your mouth to protest putting your weight on him Jisung silenced you with his lips. He gripped your soft hips tighter, fingers digging in to your plush skin as he helped move you back and forth over his erection, finding a rhythm. You pulled away from the kiss panting as Jisung started to meet your grinding with his own. 

“J-Ji... Ji... I don’t want to hurt you...” He stopped, removing his hands from your hips and holding your face so that you couldn’t help but look him in the eyes. 

“Does it look like you’re hurting me?” You bit your lip and softly shook your head no in his hands. Jisung grabbed one of your wrists guiding your hand to grab his hard on underneath you. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open, letting out a breath when you gently squeezed. 

“Does it feel like you’re hurting me?” You were breathless still as you shook your head again. 

“No Jisungie... it feels... good.” You finally breathed out the word. 

“It does feel good jagi. YOU feel good. God keep riding me please!” His hands grazed a soft trail down your full breasts back to your hips urging you to continue your movements. You wrapped your arms around Jisung’s neck and rocked your hips over him again, this time with more vigor and the broken moan that fell from his mouth made you soak your panties. You gripped his broad shoulders and rotated your hips grinding against him with more confidence the more he moaned and panted. 

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum in my pants if you don’t stop jagiya...” You stopped your movements but cupped Jisung’s soft cheeks and continued your assault on his lips. You sat there lazily making out, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths, teeth tugging at lips, hands exploring, caressing, until Jisung was forced to pull away to take a breath. His hands ran up your arms and he dragged his fingertips gently back down causing goose bumps to rise in their wake. You looked into his eyes and him into yours, both of you breathless, trying to read the other’s mind. 

“Jisung?” He pressed his lips together giving you a nod and a small smile as his hands found their way to your hips again. 

“Will you... can we...” You knew you wanted Jisung and even though you were on his lap, in your bra and had been kissing and touching each other for quite a bit at that point, you were still self-conscious and scared to ask him what you wanted. You let out a frustrated huff of air, closing your eyes and Jisung cupped your jaw and ran his thumb along your cheek and you looked at him again. 

“Take a deep breath. Whatever you want, whatever you want to ask, it’s okay.” You closed your eyes and took a deep calming breath like Jisung had told you to. 

“Please take me to bed? I want you Jisung, I need you.” You looked down at where you gripped his shirt tightly as you told him exactly what you had been so scared of saying. Jisung dipped his head down catching your eyes in his again. 

“Jagi...” Jisung’s gaze darkened suddenly and before you could think he had his arms wrapped around you and shifted you both so that he was now slotted between your legs laying over you kissing down your neck reaching for the waist band of your pants.  

“Wish you’d worn those shorts again...” He peppered more kisses across your throat and took the fleshy part of your ear lightly between his teeth. 

“You were so fucking SEXY in them I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” You pushed against Jisung’s chest stopping him then slowly slid out from under him and stood up. He was confused at first, worried maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned the week before but before he could stress out you pushed your sweats down and stood there in your bra and panties. Jisung stood up quickly and took in every inch of skin you were offering up to him. All of it soft, plush, curvy and so inviting. You beckoned him over to you. 

“Come here, touch me Ji.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He invaded your proximity immediately, his hands running along your smooth skin pulling you closer. 

“Fuck you’re gorgeous, don’t know what to touch and kiss first.” Your skin flushed at Jisung’s words and you felt your core throb for him. Jisung’s lips ghosted over your neck before raking his teeth across your collar bone and pulling the prettiest moan he’d ever heard from you. He grabbed your hips and pulled them forward into his. With only his clothes creating a barrier between you, aside from the thin, lacey, boy shorts you were wearing, you could perfectly feel his hard cock pressed against you. Jisung’s eyes closed and his head tilted back a little, he bit his lip and hummed enjoying the warmth of your soft body against his and then he looked at you with a mischievous smile.  

“Come to bed jagi...” He kissed your neck again before pulling you, leading you towards his room, towards his bed. You could feel your nerves starting to come back once you walked into his bedroom. It was still dimly lit but it was brighter than the living room and you felt a bit more exposed and self-conscious. You pulled your hand away from Jisung and went to cover yourself. Jisung grabbed your hand back and pulled you close wrapping his arms around you and pressing his forehead against yours.  

“No. Please? Don’t? You’re perfect,” He peppered soft kisses over your shoulder trying to comfort you and you let out a soft sigh. Jisung pulled away and pulled his shirt off exposing his broad chest and soft tan skin. You would think him evening the playing field by removing some of his clothes would make you feel less nervous but it only made it worse and you went to cover up again. Your hands were slightly shaking when Jisung pulled you close again, his warm skin pressed against yours and you could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered in your ear. 

“You’re so fucking sexy. Please don’t hide.” He pressed soft kisses down the side of your neck again. You could feel tears pricking your eyes and you were so mad at yourself that you were about to ruin this moment. You wanted to believe what he said but you just didn’t feel sexy. Jisung could feel that you were still tense, he pulled back and saw your tears. 

“y/n... what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?” You shook your head no. You scoffed at yourself and wiped your tears away. 

“No Ji, it’s okay really, I just need a second. I’m feeling...” You looked down at yourself and Jisung knew. 

“Hey, take a second, take ten, it’s alright jagyia.” He rubbed soft circles on your hips with his thumbs and it started to help your heart rate slow down a bit. When you looked at Jisung again his face was so soft and laced with concern. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, your fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. It was soft at first but as you felt his skin under your fingertips it became more frenzied. Both of you gripping, squeezing, roaming, moaning into the other’s kiss. You felt a sudden rush of bravery and reached into Jisung’s sweat pants grabbing his dick firmly and stroking it like you had done it to him a hundred times before. It was gentle but not too gentle and the way your thumb brushed that sweet spot under the head of his cock was sinful as you stroked him just fast enough to make him want more.  

“FUCK y/n! Yes, JUST like that.” Jisung lead you towards the bed as you continued to stroke him. When the back of your knees hit the bed you removed your hand from his pants and fell back on it. Your hair spread around your head like an angel and your chest was rising up and down rapidly as you laid there breathless from your desire. Jisung slid his sweats and briefs down at once, his cock springing free and standing firm. It was long and not too thick and curved up. He was gorgeous so it wasn’t surprising that he had a pretty cock too. Feeling it in your hand had been one thing but seeing it now, your mouth watered for him. 

“Jisungie...” You whined for him and he came to kneel between your legs on the bed. His hands traveled up your sides their destination being your breasts which he cupped firmly before grabbing the center of your bra with both hands and ripping it open, your big breasts bouncing free as you gasped in shock. 

“HAN JISUNG, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH A BRA LIKE THAT COSTS!?” Jisung leaned down sucking a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth until it was perked and hard effectively stopping your complaint. He let go and smirked at you. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’ll buy you a new one jagi.” His lips wrapped around your other nipple and he sucked on it gently as you melted underneath him. Jisung kissed his way down your body until his face hovered right over your clothed core. He gripped your panties and looked up at you. 

“These expensive too?” He said quirking his eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes at him playfully. 

“YES. And my favorite pair so DON’T rip them.” Jisung pouted and then gently slid your panties over your ass and down your legs.  When his face was lined up with your naked, dripping, cunt you started to feel your heartbeat pick up. Before you had a chance to let your nerves get the best of you again, Jisung spread your lower lips open and licked a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves between his pouty lips and drinking in every bit of you. Your hands gripped Jisung’s hair as he licked, kissed, and sucked on your clit. He was messy but with finesse and between your arousal and his spit and drool you were certain there had to be a puddle forming underneath you. 

“Ji... oh my god! I’m... I’m...” He hummed in satisfaction that he had you unable to form words and the vibrations from his mouth against your pussy sent you reeling into a mind-blowing orgasm. Your thick thighs clamped around Jisung’s head as you thrust your hips up grinding against his tongue and face. Only when your body relaxed back onto the bed and you were a shuddering mess did Jisung stop kitten licking your sensitive clit. He climbed on top of you and started kissing you, first all over your face, then by your ear, down your neck and shoulder. His lips left your skin and he looked at you for a second thinking about how he’d almost fucked everything with you up, about how he could have lost you but now here you were underneath him panting and glowing still trying to recover from your orgasm. When you opened your eyes and looked at Jisung he leaned down and softly kissed your lips as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside you. 

“Fuck! So wet, so soft!” The further Jisung sunk into the faster your soft puffs of breath came out and when he bottomed out inside you, you gasped. He looked at you quickly. 

“Are you okay jagi?” You nodded biting your bottom lip overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside you after just coming down from your first orgasm. Jisung rolled his hips testing to see your reaction. Your eyes went wide and you gasped again.  

“Jisungie! Oh, my fucking god! You feel so good inside me! Please don’t stop!” Jisung started giving you steady hip rolls fucking you slow and deep. He thrust his cock deeper into you, his pelvic bone adding pressure to your clit as well. Your body was buzzing with excitement and your fingers and toes felt like they were going numb from the pleasure. The sound of your drenched cunt and Jisung’s hips slapping against your soft thighs egged him on and he started to fuck you faster, pulling out further and pushing back into you harder each time. 

“FUCK jagiya you take my cock so well beautiful. Look at how well we fit together jagi FUCK!” You looked down where Jisung’s dick, coated in your juices, disappeared inside you and clenched at the sight. 

“Fucking perfect just like I said baby, your pussy was made for me, this is mine now.” Jisung spit on two of his fingers and started rubbing your clit quickly pushing you towards your next orgasm that much faster. 

“God YES Ji please... please... please...” Jisung smiled down at you, sweat dripping down his face. 

“Please what gorgeous, what do you want?” You gripped Jisung’s hips, his soft skin warm under your touch. 

“PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME CUM JI! FILL ME UP JAGIYA!” Jisung lost his mind hearing you say that, call him that. He gripped your hips and started railing you as hard and fast as his body would let him. The sweat from his face and hair dripping down his chest and back now his teeth clamped onto his bottom lip. 

“You’re gonna let me cum in this tight pussy right jagi? You’re gonna take my load and let me mark what’s mine yea?” You moaned out your approval. 

“FUCK yes! Ji fuck fuck! Give me your cum fucking make me yours Jisung... I’m yours!” You came hard around his cock as he continued to drive into you chasing his own climax and prolonging yours. Your body rolled and your hips chased his as you rode out the best orgasm you’d had in your life. 

“FUCKING beautiful! God you’re gorgeous when you cum y/n... FUCK I can feel your pussy quivering on my fucking cock, you feel so good jagi!” You started coming down from the high of your orgasm, body still buzzing like a million bees lived under your skin and you started begging Jisung. 

“Fuck Ji you’re gonna give it to me right? Fuck I want it so bad! Please cum inside me please! It's gonna be a big load yea? Fuck I hope it’s a big load jagiya, need you to fill me up good, need to feel you dripping from my cunt.” Jisung’s head tilted back as his hips stuttered and he unloaded inside you. 

“FUUUUUuuuuuck jagiya FUCK! Fucking take it! You wanted a big load baby there you go! FUCK! Take my cum like a good girl yea?” Jisung stayed buried inside you until his cock started getting soft. When he pulled out a huge trail of cum came dripping out after. Jisung took two fingers and scooped up the mixture of yours and his cum and sucked them clean. 

“Fuck beautiful...” He ran his fingers through the trail of cum still leaking from your hole collecting more of your mingled juices and he brought his fingers to your lips this time. 

“Taste.” You opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits and humming in delight. 

“Good yea jagi? We taste perfect together.” Jisung scooped the remaining cum dripping from you up and pushed it back inside you pumping his fingers slowly in and out. 

“J-Jisung... I... I ca-” 

“One more jagiya, just one more, you can give me one more yea?” Jisung’s fingers picked up speed and he fucked them into you harder, curling them and easily finding your g-spot. 

“FUCK JI! I... I... FUCK JI!” That was exactly what he was looking for, he plunged his fingers deep into you only bringing them out a millimeter or so and pushing them deeper, then leaned down and sucked your cum glazed clit into his mouth, slurping on you as he fucked your hole hard with his fingers, the cum he filled you with coating them and dripping down your asshole, causing you to clench around his fingers that seemed to find that delicious spot inside you with precision. 

“Squirt for me jagiya, fucking cum on me baby.” He whispered against your pussy before diving back in and devouring your cunt like a ravenous animal. Between Jisung’s fingers and mouth the taut string inside you snapped. 

“MMmm FUCK FUCK JI OH FUCK I’M COMING I'M COMING!” You had never squirted before in your life but suddenly you were soaking Jisung and his sheets. His fingers, still deep inside you, gently massaging your g-spot, giving your clit tiny little licks with the tip of his tongue as you finished coming on his face and started twitching and shuddering from the overstimulation. When Jisung removed his fingers and sat up you saw your cum dripping from his chin and glistening on his chest. 

“Oh my god, did I?!” Jisung smirked and leaned over kissing your lips softly before giggling against them. 

“Cum all over me? Yea baby you did and it was sexy as fuck!” You blushed and tried to push him off as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and tickled you with his kisses and love bites. You pushed harder and he finally sat up, he got very quiet and looked down at you softly smiling. The longer Jisung’s eyes roamed your naked body the more uncomfortable you got. Now that you weren’t caught up in the heat of the moment and lost in the pleasure Jisung had been giving you, the little negative voices in your head came back to put you back in your place. You grabbed a throw blanket he had at the foot of his bed and went to cover up feeling far to exposed in the moment. Jisung thought you looked so beautiful; you didn’t need to cover up. He wished he had never said the things he did, that he’d never made an insecurity you already had worse. He had looked at you laying there your full breasts, the soft tummy rolls, the plush love handles just over your hips, your thick ass and thighs, FUCK you were perfect but when you saw him staring at you like that you only felt overwhelmed by your doubts about your body. 

“Why don’t we go take a shower yea? Get cleaned up and go to bed?” Jisung’s suggestion sounded so tempting, a nice hot shower after getting fucked senseless but it also meant standing under florescent bathroom lights where he’d be able to see ever stretch mark, every dimple of cellulite, every flaw. He could see you having an internal battle with yourself over it. 

“Hey...” You looked up at him like you’d been startled from your thoughts. 

“I know whatever is going on in that gorgeous noggin of yours is my fault right now...” You pressed your lips together. 

“Jisung no...” He shook his head and put up his hand stopping you. 

“y/n yes, it is. It might have been something you were self-conscious about already but I only threw fuel on the fire. I PROMISE I will do whatever I can to prove to you that you are a beautiful human being, just the way you are. I PROMISE I’ll always make sure to tell you how absolutely stunning you are and how you are leaps and bounds out of my league and yet for some reason you slum it for me.” He winked at you and you laughed. 

“So... shower?” He suggested again. You smiled and nodded. Jisung stood up and offered his hand to help you off the bed. You headed to the bathroom with Jisung fused to your back kissing whatever his lips could find. 

“You know if we fuck in the shower I could cum all over these and clean you right up.” His hand squeezed your breasts tightly before roaming over your tummy, your hips and ass. You were barely up the hall and Jisung was already trying to slide his fingers through your folds again. When you got to the bathroom door you turned and pecked his lips. 

“That’s true jagiya, or you could cum down my throat and I could just swallow it and have no mess at all.” You licked up his lips to the tip of his nose and went into the bathroom as he stood there speechless for a moment before chasing after you.

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[farfromsugafanfic]

Skz forgetting their s/o bday!

+ I enjoy your writing and felt like letting you know that you’re appreciated! Thank you!!

SKZ Reaction To Forgetting Their S/O's Birthday

Genre: light angst, fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks for the request!

Chan:

To be honest, I think it's unlikely that Chan forgets your birthday at all. He's good about those sorts of things and would set a calendar reminder just to make sure. If he did forget your birthday, it would likely be due to his schedule or overwork. Instead of making a huge gesture to beg your forgiveness, he'll simply show up with flowers, an apology, and your gift. It's so sincere that it's enough.

Minho:

He would think Felix was joking at first when he mentioned it was your birthday. When he realized that it wasn't a joke, he would immediately drop whatever he was doing to go get a last minute gift and come to your side. I think he would pretend like he remembered at first, but if you call him out on it, he'll admit it and apologize profusely. Ultimately, you'd get an extra cuddly and affectionate Minho which was rare, so it made up for it.

Changbin:

This poor man would absolutely hate himself. At first, he would isolate to collect himself and his thoughts. Early the next morning you'd wake up to dozens of flowers, a copious amount of your favorite snacks, and an apologetic Changbin. You'd spend the rest of the day watching movies and eating snacks. From then on, he'd set a reminder in his phone to ensure this never happened again.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin would rely on you to remind him because he is hopeless at remembering birthdays other than his own and Kkami's. If he did end up forgetting it, depending on how much importance his partner puts on their birthday, he would sacrifice sleep to take them to dinner. If his partner didn't care too much for birthdays, he would give them their gift a few days late and apologize for missing it on the day.

Jisung:

Similar to Changbin, this man will beat himself up. He'll probably shyly apologize and practically beg with his eyes for you not to be mad. He would spend the next two to three days making it up to you. This may include bringing you your favorite boba, letting you pick takeout every night, and taking you for walks along the Han River. After letting him stew for a bit, you'd tell him that it really wasn't a big deal.

Felix:

Honestly, Felix would be surprised if he forgets his birthday. It would likely only happen if they were preparing for comeback or if he thought it was on a different day. Luckily, he ordered your gifts well in advance and so he is able to give them to you with an apologetic look that makes it impossible to be mad at him. Expect a soft Felix for a few days with lots of forehead kisses, playing with your fingers, and the sharing of a playlist of songs he wrote for you.

Seungmin:

He may not see it as a big deal at first because if you forgot his, he wouldn't care too much. However, if his nonchalance causes a fight, he would realize just how much your birthday meant to you. He'd take you out to a nice restaurant and take you shopping after to pick out anything you wanted. Back hugs, soft and shy compliments, and later he'd send a large text about how he's sorry and how much he loves you.

Jeongin:

Similar to Minho, he may try to joke about it, but for him, this is an awkward deflection tactic as he figures out what exactly he's going to do. When he realizes you're mad mad he'd leave to pick up some of your favorite things as well as the present he had actually gotten you months ago in preparation for your birthday. Still, he knew gifts couldn't totally make up for it, so he'd make sure to be extra gentle and eventually talk about it.

[minsungjinho]

Late Night Snack (hyung line)

genre: work friends to playmates word count: 8.1K warnings below the cut

warnings: explicit sexual content, protected sex, teasing, 4some, oral (m&f), doggy, missionary, alcohol use, cucking ig?, swallowing, slight body worship, aftercare, rough, also gentle, lmk if I missed any!

lazily proofread - fixed spelling errors.

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“Please don’t go, I can’t live without you by my side.” You said, bright lights and cameras in your face. 

“I can’t bare to go back to the apartment that will be empty of your presence, or go to the cafe where you won’t be there to wave at me from our table in the corner. I can’t even think about eating a meal that isn’t cooked by you, or sleeping in a bed that's missing the smell of your aftershave. I can’t survive without you anymore, please don’t leave.” You were on your knees at this point, sobbing at the man whose hand you held tight. 

He looked down at you, a blank expression just as the script states. While tears rolled down your cheeks he gently grabbed at your wrist and removed your hand from his. He let your arm drop and turned around without so much as a breath in response. He walked off of the scene, leaving you to break down as the camera zoomed in, your eyes puffy, your nose covered with snot.

“Cut!” The director yelled as assistants and managers ran over to you with face cloths and water, ready to aid you with anything you might need. “Great job today everybody, get some rest for tomorrow.” The producer added, all of the stage crew and cameramen scattered to their positions getting ready for the end-of-day clean-up.

A hand reaches down to you, offering to help you up off of your knees. You blindly accept, not realizing how numb your legs were until you were on your feet. You stumble a bit, the person in front of you helping you stabilize your movement. 

“Thanks,” You said with a smile, looking up at the person who anchored you. It was your costar, Chan, the supposed love of your life coming to your rescue.

“I’ve never seen anyone cry so prettily.” He fluffs some of the wrinkles out of your clothing that formed as you sat on the floor shooting the scene. 

You blush at what you assume is a compliment, bowing to him as you tell him how great he did during today's shoot. Your other costars walk up to the two of you, exchanging praise about your day at work. The four of you often got together after shoots and get food while talking shop. 

“I’ve got a date tonight, so I’ll have to skip dinner,” Changbin said, looking down at his phone.

Changbin played the character that acted as your optional lover, one that you a had very long history line with but posed as a potentially great love story, best friends to lovers you could say. K-dramas often follow a love triangle, or something similar at the very least, leaving the viewer to imagine all of the possibilities.

“Wow, ditching us for another random chick.” Minho slapped Changbins back, wrapping his arm around to stare down at what Bin was looking at.

Minho was (you guessed it) the third love option that leaves the viewers anxious for more. He was the tall, angsty one, practically emotionless on and off the screen. He appeared at mysterious times, always when you needed him most. He served as the stranger that waltzed his way into your heart. 

You watched as the three boys conversed with each other over Changbins date, their personalities seeming to closely match that of their characters. It’s only been about two months since the shooting for the TV show began, but the four of you acted as if you had known each other for decades, never feeling awkward or tense outside of work. 

All of you had gotten dressed in your own clothing, also similar to the characters you were playing, and gathered in a group to head to your usual restaurant. Changbin split from the group once everyone was getting into Minhos car, telling Chan he might catch up with you all later in the evening. You, Chan, and Minho had played music on your ride to the fried chicken place, all singing along like on a summer road trip. The nights like these were your favorite, being with your friends and being able to act normally unlike your other actor pals.

Pulling up to the front of the restaurant, Minho turned the volume of the music down and stared out the car windows. A sign was taped to the front door of the joint, stating that their establishment had run into plumbing issues and was closed for the next two days. The three of you had all seemed to groan at the same time, disappointed that you weren’t able to eat greasy chicken and drown in soju. 

“We could go to my place, it’s close enough and I just bought groceries the other day.” You had been to Minho’s place once before, dropping him off after an unusually long night of drinking. “And yes, I’ve got booze.” He added before Chan could ask.

You all agreed and were on the road again, talking about the scenes that were filmed today rather than listening to music. You arrived in less than ten minutes, gathering your bag and zipping up your jacket before exiting the car. It was a chilly November day, the wind causing goosebumps to raise all over. Autumn was your favorite season, though your body hadn’t acclimated to how quickly it had gotten cold. The car door was opened for you, Minho waiting for you to exit as the breeze messed up his ashy brown hair. You stepped out, feeling the cool air for yourself and shuddering at the fact that you chose to wear a dress that day. Minho shut the door behind you before wrapping part of his long trench-style coat around you in an attempt to block the wind from hitting your body. You closed the distance between you two, getting close in order for the coat to cover more of your body. You stayed like this until you reached the front doors of his apartment building, just as fancy as you remember. He types in a code to open the large doors, letting you go in ahead of him while he waited for Chan to catch up.

Once you had reached his apartment Minho immediately headed toward the kitchen to start preparing dinner. You had heard of his skill in the kitchen but had yet to witness it yourself. You slipped off your jacket and placed it on the back of a chair sitting in the middle of the room between the open-concept living area and kitchen. Chan had made himself comfortable on the couch, whipping out his phone and scrolling through whatever social media he was obsessed with these days. You rummaged through your bag, grabbing a pair of comfy leggings and an oversized teeshirt you usually wore to bed. You let Minho know you were going to change, and that you would be right back to help him prepare dinner, to which he responded with only a nod before resuming his preparations. 

You slipped into your clothes once you had locked the bathroom door behind you, contemplating whether or not it would be awkward to take your bra off to maximize the comfiness of your outfit. You decided to leave it on, unaware of how rude or awkward it might seem to the boys. Returning to the kitchen your nose was met with the lovely smell of rice cooking and aromatic vegetables frying. 

“Wow, it already smells great in here.” You exclaimed to Minho, walking behind him and offering to help. 

He gave you the spatula in his hand, letting you fry up the veggies as he prepared the chicken for the oven. Every so often he would have to maneuver around you, placing his hand on the small of your back or slightly moving you over by grabbing your waist. He was confident in his actions, not making the situation awkward as you both prepared dinner. 

“A bit touchy today, huh Min?” Chan commented. 

You looked back and found him leaning back against the fridge with his arms crossed, watching as you two naturally conversed and cooked. 

“You aren’t allowed to complain when you aren’t helping.” Minho shot back with a shit-eating grin, causing you to chuckle quietly. “You could at least get the silverware ready,” You added, causing Minho to smile down at you proudly. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, you two go back to being lovebirds.” Chan sighed while opening the utensil drawer.

Both you and Minho ignored his comment, though a blush crept up onto your face without you realizing. You knew where you and all of the boys stood in terms of relationships- knowing how messy it would be for your careers. You did indulge in fantasizing about them sometimes, wondering if Minho is a secret romantic, or how Chan would be in bed. You pretty much knew how Changbin was due to all of his dating stories. 

You had finished cooking dinner, helping Min by serving the food at the table while Chan grabbed beers from the fridge. “I should probably just have water, if I drink tonight it’ll be hell trying to wake up for the shoot tomorrow.” You sighed, sitting down at the modern glass dining table. “You didn’t see the text? Shooting tomorrow is canceled because of a storm rolling through. We were supposed to be shooting at the Han River.” Chan set a beer in front of you, opening yours before his own. 

“Oh thank god, I really needed a break.” You relaxed into your chair, taking a deep breath as you felt some weight being lifted off of your shoulders. 

The boys dug right into the food, barely savoring it as they ate. The finished product was chicken fried rice, with a couple of side dishes including kimchi and salad. It didn’t take long for the three of you to finish your meals, happily stuffed and slightly buzzed from the beers. The one thing everyone knew about you was how touchy you got when you were drunk. This was evident, having smooshed yourself up against Chan who had sat next to you during dinner. Your head was rested on his shoulder, eyes closed as you listened to the boys talk. He had his arm wrapped around you, lightly caressing your arm, a small but enjoyable show of affection. 

Half asleep, you hear hushed whispers that sound almost like an argument. “How come you get to be all touchy with her now?” Minho questioned quietly. “You had your turn earlier.” Chan rebutted. 

This went on for some time, breaking your peaceful attempt at sleep. Fed up, you stood up from your chair and chugged the leftover contents of your beer before telling the boys to follow you. Minho had a large living room with only a sectional couch and a TV hung up on the wall. You grabbed a couple of pillows and blankets from the couch, laying them on the floor in a comfy makeshift bed. You lay down in the center, waving them over. 

“Can’t you guys just share?” You said sleepily, curled up on the fuzzy blanket. 

They walk over to you without a second thought. Minho lays behind you, wrapping an arm around your stomach loosely while Chan got comfortable in front of you, wiping stray hairs from your face. This might have seemed out of the ordinary or awkward if not for the numerous scenes at work of you being romantic with either of them. It was a casual cuddle sesh between three friends, all a bit intoxicated, however.

It wasn’t until Changbin walked through the front door that you realized how the situation must have looked. His jacket was hung over his shoulder, fingers barely gripping at it. His other hand held his phone at his side, while his face looked just as puzzled as you expected it to be.

“Not what it looks like.” You stated, sitting up on your elbows to explain the situation to Binnie.

“Could be.” Chan declared confidently as if he had been thinking about it this whole time.

“I’m down,” Changbin added while hanging his jacket on the hook and tossing his phone on the counter. 

Your eyes widened at his response, and your stomach starting to feel uneasy at the direction the conversation was headed. “Haha funny” You scoffed, standing up between Minho and Chan. “The kitchen isn’t going to clean itself.” You tried using this as an excuse, about to step in that direction before a hand grabbed at you holding you back.

“You too?!” You exclaimed, looking down at Minho’s golden honey-colored eyes.

He shrugged in response, unknowing of how you thought about the circumstances. Your mind was frazzled with potential situations and fantasies arizing, unsure of how to act or what to say.

“I need way more alcohol in me to even consider what’s going on right now.” You claimed.

In less than five minutes the four of you were sitting at the now cleaned-off dining room table, drinks in hand though no words had yet been exchanged. You’d already downed a couple of shots of soju, you could feel it in your cheeks. Chan and Changbin sat across from you, Minho to your right as you started to talk. 

“Are you guys… serious?” You asked briefly, not wanting to go too deep into detail for fear of embarrassment. You had refused to make eye contact, swirling your glass instead. 

“The most.” “Very.” “Mm.” They all said at once. You chuckled, frustrated at the tension. 

“How would this even work?” You were grasping at straws, knowing exactly how it could work but feeling too anxious to say anything else. The room was quiet for what felt like an eternity. 

“We could make it into a game.” Changbin offered, resting his head on the knuckles of his intertwined fingers, his elbows propped on the table. 

Minho sat up straight at the suggestion placed on the table- metaphorically of course. 

“Let's.” Chan sealed the deal, your alcohol v.s good decision ratio falling on the lesser end as time continued on. “That is if Y/N is okay with it.” All three boys looked over at you simultaneously. 

“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything like this before.” You pleaded.

“We’ll be gentle,” Minho added with a devious grin, completely contradicting his words.

“Mhm.” Binnie was focused on your body language as the three of you talked through everything. 

Safe words, things that are off limits, and anything that needed to be addressed had been covered all within a short time frame. You internally chuckled at how businesslike the four of you had talked over the situation. You can’t deny the fact that you’ve thought of this exact scenario before, between shoots or on long car rides to outdoor scenes. If it weren’t for the liquid courage you would have never considered letting this happen.

“So, I’m not on birth control or anything.” You mentioned as you all occupied Minho’s bedroom, much more spacious than you had originally expected. Chan relaxed in a chair at the corner of the room, manspreading like it was nobody's business. He was sunken into the chair, an elbow propped on the wooden arm. Minho walked out of the master bathroom, a whole string of condoms unfolding.

“That’s fine.” He said emotionless, as if the whole thing could end right now and he wouldn’t be disappointed. 

You nodded, walking to Changbin as he motioned for you to sit with him. Your steps were a bit uneven, the alcohol making your vision and balance just a bit hazy. He sat on the edge of Minho’s bed, scooting back some to make room for you to sit between his legs. Once you sat down, your body feeling like a bag of bricks, he pulled you into his chest with his arms wrapped around your stomach. He nestled his chin into the crook of your neck, you noticed then how much warmer his body was than yours. 

“How are we starting this?” Chan looked at the men around the room, licking his lips as if he couldn’t wait any longer to begin.

Changbin released you from his grasp, his arms pulling back behind you and fumbling with his tie. “With this.” He claimed, pulling it from the collar of his dress shirt and holding it for everyone to see. 

Your visibly confused face must have hinted that you had no idea what he was talking about. Changbin instructed you to put your hair in a ponytail, making it easier for everyone if your hair was kept out of the way. Once it was situated and held in place by the cheap elastic, he gently covered your eyes with the width of the tie, securing a knot in the back to act as a blindfold. 

You were no longer able to see, not even light from the ceiling crept through. You felt concerned yet intrigued, depending on your other senses to gauge what was happening around the room as the three boys shuffled around. You sat there, hands clasped together on your lap while waiting for something to happen. 

“And the so-called ‘game’? What are we doing.” Minho had dropped his carefree facade, eager to know what was happening next. “Guess the guy, simple as that.” Binnie had a giddy tone to his voice as if he had dreamed of this exact situation. “And we do what, exactly?” Chan asked, his voice was much louder than earlier, you assumed he moved from his position on the chair to standing with the other boys. 

“Anything you want, within the limits of course.” You could hear the eagerness in his tone, unlike Chan and Minho he let his excitement be apparent, which you found cute yet also slightly scary. 

The three men whispered quietly away from you, calmly deciding who should go first in this game of arousal. It hadn’t been until a pair of hands took yours in their grasp that you realized how real this was. You jumped at the skin-to-skin contact, feeling embarrassed at your position in this game. You were waiting for affirming words, forgetting that the point of this was for you to guess who was who. 

The first mystery man let go of your hands, guiding their own to your hips as he pushed you further into the middle of the bed, resting your head down onto a pillow as you lay normally. Based on touch alone you weren’t able to figure out which guy this was. A hand was placed on your jawline, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip as he situated himself between your legs, towering over your body. Warm, plump lips were placed onto yours, softly kissing you as if you would break. 

You had hoped to be able to tell apart the person by their lips, forgetting how each of them was well stacked in that department. You kissed him like this for a bit, not sure if you were allowed to take the lead, or at least attempt to at that. Whilst getting stuck in your own head about it, the mystery boy's tongue swiped at your bottom lip asking for entrance. He tasted minty, which threw you off your thought process. Could it have been Minho? Perhaps he brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom with the condoms? You let his tongue dance around yours, raising your hands to feel his hair in hopes that you could differentiate who this was.

Before feeling even one strand of hair your arms were pinned atop your head, and you could feel a grin press against your lips as if the man was saying “Nice try”. Frustrated, you wiggled underneath him, hoping perhaps you would be able to feel the shape of his body or even an article of clothing that the other two boys didn’t have. Whoever was on top of you didn’t like this action either, firmly pressing their hips against yours, earning a gasp of air in your lungs once you felt the warm bulge against you. 

A light moan escaped from mystery man #1’s lips due to the friction, though it wasn’t loud enough to hear a distinguished tone. You raised your hips again in hopes of hearing it again, though failed as whoever it was had used your lips as a distraction. Your bottom lip was sucked, and pulled between the teeth of your partner, a small yet painful sting that caused you to whine. 

“What happened to be gentle?” You scoffed, wiggling around in your blind position. 

The unkept hand of this man had pushed your face to the side, his lips placing soft kisses down your jaw onto your neck. “No marks.” You stated bluntly, one of the conditions you had placed when talking at the table. You trusted your makeup team’s talent but didn’t want to risk being scolded at work or causing a scandal just for a one-night stand with three of your costars. You could feel him pressing his bulge softly against your core, just barely feeling it from the distraction of his lips. You raised one of your legs that had laid flat on the bed next to him, using it to wrap around his waist and pull his lower half into yours.  

You could feel his lips shudder against the skin of your collarbone, his hand roughly gripping yours above your head. You could hide the smile that crept onto your lips, satisfied and slightly more confident in your position. You feel his body rise away from yours, the heat from his chest no longer radiating against yours while his hand lets yours go. Before you could use your hands, his fingers were brimming the hem of your shirt, gripping it and lifting it over your head, carefully to not undo the tie that blocked your vision. Before your shirt could even hit the floor your bra was pulled down, exposing your chest fully. 

You could hear a deep breath taken in on your right, one of the boys anxiously waiting for his turn. A wet, hot sensation flick across your nipple one you could only assume was a tongue. This caused your body to tense, and the wet feeling on your breast got hotter with his mouth wrapped fully around your nipple, teeth grazing it lightly. Shivers traveled down your spine, noticing this the mystery man deepened his movement, grinding into you as his teeth nibble at your nub. He bit and sucked relentlessly, not giving your body a break from the overstimulation as he simultaneously bucked his hips into yours.  

“Binnie.” You released a soft whisper from your lips, causing all movement to stop abruptly. “How did you know?” He asked from above you, his breath uneven and heavy. “You taste minty.” You started, gulping down a big breath before continuing. “You always carry gum on you, plus you didn’t eat dinner with us earlier. I also know how much of a tit’s guy you are.” You felt satisfied at your answer, sighing with a smile

His body raised from yours, the bed bouncing slightly as he stepped off of it. You felt cold from his absence, the way his body was emitting heat could save you so much money on home heating costs. Changbin asked which one of the boys was going next, to which you heard nothing but silence as the game would be ruined if either of them actually answered.

You had assumed Chan would be the next mystery man, based on how eager he looked like he wanted to start before you were blindfolded. You pictured him as a dominant type and felt excited about what was to come next. The bed dipped down again, the next boy coming to do who knows what to your body. You couldn’t feel a body towering over you, curious as to what this next person's plan was. You felt cold hands on your waist, causing you to tense up a bit as your leggings were rolled down past your hips, and eventually, each leg freed as well. 

Hands grabbed at yours, pulling you into a sitting position. He carefully wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. His cold fingers reached past your shoulders, pulling apart the clasp of your bra and letting it fall between you. You removed your arms, tossing the bra behind you before you were pulled down, fully straddling atop mystery man #2. He guides your hands to either side of where you assumed his head lay, giving them a squeeze as if he was telling you not to move them from that spot. 

Your breasts dangled over his chest, your ass pressed firmly into his groin with the help of his hands pressing you down. You could feel his body strain, his face meeting yours with a kiss that could have melted you if you weren’t straddling him. He kissed you softly like this for only a short amount of time before dragging the upper half of your body into his with his teeth pulling your lip. His hands refused to leave your ass, gripping at the bare skin and his nails leaving crescent marks. 

He guided your hips back and forth, making you grind against his clothed body while you felt the front of your panties getting more and more wet. Once you slowly continued the friction against him on your own, his hands traveled up your back and waist, caressing the skin before strongly gripping at your tits, squeezing them as if they were stress balls. This caused you to rut your hips forward, earning a deep groan from within the mystery man’s chest. 

He pulled your lips to his once more, his hand cupping your cheek as your tongues danced. He removes his hand from your chest, sliding it down the front of your body until he reached your core, feeling the damp cloth between his fingers. He pushes it aside, sliding a finger up your folds collecting your wetness before toying with your clit. Your fingers grasp at the blanket beneath you, a moan escaping from your lips into the mouth you were kissing. You had known how turned on you felt, but not how eager you wanted to be touched. 

He brought your attention back to him, slowly kissing you as he plays with your now throbbing clit. Small winces and gasps of pleasure erupt from you, making it difficult to pay attention to whichever man was beneath you. He kept up this pleasant torture for a minute longer before removing his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to taste you. You breathed heavily, between the kissing and stimulation it left you feeling tired yet hopeful for more. Once he sucked his fingers clean, you knew who it was. He brought your lips to him, forcing you to taste yourself when his tongue pushed past into your mouth.  

“Are you enjoying yourself, Minho?” You questioned after breaking from the kiss.

“Mhmm” He answered, his hands returning to your ass and rutting his bulge into your now-soaked core.

He was unwavering with his movements, refusing to share with his friend even though you had already outed him. He let out a moan you could tell he was holding in for a while, unbothered by the other men in the room as he enjoyed himself. “Move it.” Could be heard from the foot of the bed, a voice you knew very well. “Now,” Chan added, his impatience growing as he watched Minho use you. 

Minho sighed, halting his movements from beneath you before rolling you off of him so he could stand. “C’mere.” You heard Chan demand, carefully crawling toward the end of the bed on your knees. He grabbed a hold of your hands once you got close enough, bringing your arms around his neck and pulling you close to his naked chest. You were unaware of when he took his shirt off but didn’t care much once he kissed you. Surprisingly he was the softest of the boys, his lips much larger than the other two, yet gentle and passionate rather than hungry. He was soft and sweet as his hands roamed your body, taking his time to enjoy your features rather than abuse them.

“Beautiful,” He whispered just barely loud enough for you to hear, and only for you to hear. This urged you to wrap yourself around him completely, your legs around his waist and your ankles joined together in an effort to close the gap between you. He gripped at your ass, pulling both sides and squeezing just hard enough for you both to enjoy. You internally questioned if the blindfold was still necessary, knowing he was the last one, but you kept the thought to yourself, loving the effect it had on the rest of your senses. 

Without so much as a hint or warning, Chan removed your limbs from around his body and pushed your chest so your back hit the mattress, no longer gentle. You made an audible ‘ugh’ as you fell against the plush blankets, your underwear being pulled off before you were able to notice his fingers gripping at the fabric. Chan spread your legs and called the other boys over, leaving you feeling very vulnerable and small. 

“Look at that pretty pussy,” He commented, once the other boys were able to stand next to him. “Does she taste good?” Changbin questioned Minho, who you assume nodded due to his silence. “Hyung, let me get a taste before you ravage her. Please?” Binnie practically begged, you could hear the sincere plead in his voice. 

Chan took a step away from you, keeping a hand on your leg as if making sure the others knew you were his at that moment. You knew how heated you were inside, however, starting the foreplay process three separate times must have made you soaked, hell you could have been dripping at this point. Binnie got close to your mound, feeling his hot breath against you made you shiver with anticipation. He placed a small peck on your core. “So pretty.” He muttered before licking you from bottom to top. You grabbed whatever you could find, probably a blanket and pillow from the way they felt, and clenched them hard, your knuckles white.

Changbin marveled at your reaction, regretting the fact that he got a taste and teased himself. You could hear Minho and Changbin shuffle back to the chair, Chan rubbing your legs and kneeling to the height of your bed. He pulls you by your ankles, your ass just barely hanging off the edge of the bed. He wastes no time bringing his mouth to your core, copying Changbin’s motion with his tongue before doing figure eights, trying to figure out which motion edges you on more. 

He doesn’t stop lapping at your cunt, pressing deeper every few moments to gauge which amount of pressure feels best. Once he reaches the perfect combo he grins, your legs trying to close around his head but failing due to his hands gripping your thighs. He groaned at the taste, and your reaction, the humming sensation bringing shivers down your spine and goosebumps all over your body. 

Chan removes a hand from your leg, bringing it down and separating your folds before inserting his middle finger into your sopping-wet entrance. Finally, someone had given you a bit of release from the tension building inside of you, causing your body to relax. He methodically pumps his digits into you, using the pulling motion that hits one of your sweet spots every time. Your back arches, giving him the push he needed that made him crave you more. He needed to feel you for himself, let your walls pulsate around him.

“Use me, baby,” He growled from between your legs. “Give it to me, let me taste how sweet you are when you cum.” He continued his actions at full speed, completely devouring you while adding fingers into your soaked hole. 

His words motivated you, reaching a hand down to his head and gripping his curly black hair. He groans softly, the heat from his breath adding fuel to the fire. His teeth scrape and nip at your clit while his tongue licks you clean. Chan eggs you on from below, digging into your leg with his nails. You feel the bubbling in your stomach, pressure rising and almost reaching max capacity. His fist almost forced itself into you along with the consistent lapping across your clit pushed you off of the edge, your walls convulsing around his fingers, the sweet essence soaking his fingers and dripping onto his tongue. 

He kept toying with you aggressively, making your high exponentially longer and deeper. You were barely able to catch your breath, seeing stars with your eyes clasped shut tightly. You felt like you were floating, the adrenaline and calming of your body embracing each other as Chan slowed his movements. He rubbed your legs soothingly, standing up as he overlooked your limp body with a satisfied grin on his face. He wiped his lips and chin with his forearm before unbuckling his belt.

“Look at me.” He demanded, his belt dropping to the floor. You used what strength you could muster up to remove Changbin’s tie from your eyes, blinking as the sensitive light made its way through. Once you had finally adjusted to the radiance of the bedroom your eyes met with Chan, his boxers still on to your surprise. His chest was heaving with deep breaths, his arms at his sides while he watched you regain your sight. He grinned, greeting you before grabbing your ankles and twisting you over onto your stomach. 

You looked back at him, his boxers dropping onto the floor along with the rest of his clothes. He hikes your hips up, forcing you onto your knees with your ass high in the air. The bed dips down as he kneels behind you, lazily rolling the condom down his dick with his eyes directed at your soaked core. You pull your arms from in front of you, using your elbows to prop your abdomen more level with the rest of your body. You feel his length against your ass, his arm reaching over you and pushing your head forcefully into the blankets. 

“Stay just like that for me, princess.” His new pet name for you relinquishes any defiance from within you, doing exactly as you are told.

He taps his throbbing tip against your clit, causing you to jump forward a bit, to which he pulls your hips back with force. He smothers his cock with your essence, natural lubrification at its finest. He presses himself against your entrance, audibly sighing as your walls engulf him. He pushes in slowly, deepening himself within you while stretching you out. 

“That’s my good girl, taking it so well.” The pain mixes with pleasure as he bottoms out, your chest finally bringing in the air you didn’t know you were holding in. 

He doesn’t waste any time, picking up speed as he thrust into you gently. You ball your hands into fists, pressure building back into your body. Chan grips your ass, pulling it and squeezing it as he forcefully pushes into you. Your body tenses, involuntarily pushing your hips into him with every thrust. He groans as you fuck yourself with his length, his head dropping back with pleasure. 

“Hyung,” You hear from the corner of the room, looking over to find a very flustered Changbin, his hand palming his dick through his pants. “Take her front,” Chan replies, not even looking over at the other boys. 

Minho is sitting in the chair, elbows on his knees as he watches you get pummeled from behind, analyzing you. “Be nice to him, Princess, he’s been waiting for this day for quite some time.” You groan as Chan demands this of you, his movement slowing in order for Binnie to situate himself in front of you. You respond with a simple ‘Yes, sir.’. He wastes no time, not even removing his clothing before sitting on the bed in front of you. He lowers his pants and boxers down just below his mid-thigh, his back and head resting against the headboard. 

You lift your head to make direct eye contact with him, seeing his throbbing length in your peripheral. He grabs at it, stroking it for just a moment before guiding it into your mouth. You parted your lips, opening your mouth just wide enough to take him. Whereas the other boys had length, Binnie had the girth too- you knew this would be a wild ride. 

Chan pounds into your cunt from behind, causing you to jolt forward with your mouth open to a full ‘O’. Changbin takes advantage of this, pulling your head down onto his cock and breathing in sharply once you’ve made contact. You’ve just barely got the first two inches in your mouth before you feel his width press against your throat. Chan thrusts into you relentlessly from the back, you feel him getting sloppier but greedier for more as he starts nearing his high. You stabilize your hips as much as possible for him while Bin pushes deeper into your throat, stretching you as you gag making him shiver with pleasure. Chan pulls back an arm, slapping your ass harshly as he delivers the last of his blows. He moans deeply from his chest, your hole milking him of all he’s worth. He thrusts slowly and lazily, riding out his high with his hands still gripped on your hips. He pulls out slowly as Bin lightly ruts his hips up into you, his seed hanging from the condom. You feel an immediate absence, the heat and pressure subsiding.  

“Think you can take it all, pretty girl?” Changbin questions you, pulling his dick out of your mouth to allow you to answer. You swallow lightly once he’s pulled away, wincing at the soreness that he caused by stretching you.

“I can try,” You answer him, your voice raspy. He pushes you forward by your shoulders gently, breaking free from his spot in front of you.

He lays you flat against the bed, your face dangling off of the edge of the bed. You make eye contact with Chan who is now the occupant of the chair, only in his unbuttoned pants with a fucked out, post-nut clarity look on his face. Changbin clears your view of Chan, stepping in front of you and letting his pants fall to the ground. He pulls his shirt from his arms, revealing his incredibly toned chest and arms. The bed is at the perfect height for him, his dick perfectly aligned with your upside-down head.

He slaps his length across your face without warning, a gasp leaving your chest before he shoves himself into your throat once more. You almost choke on him, unprepared to take so much of his cock all at once. He pulls out, leaving the tip still in your mouth, letting his spit fall onto his length as you used your tongue to swirl him, running it across his split. He pushes back into your mouth and watches as your neck bulges with him inside. 

You hear shuffling around the room, drawers being opened and closed, and footsteps eagerly walking around until the bed dips down under your legs. You aren’t able to lift your head to see what was happening, Binnie picking up his speed with your throat, making you gag every once in a while. Your legs were shoved open wide, a buzzing object shoved into your still dripping cunt. You would have screamed if not for Changbin’s dick in your mouth, so you only let out a muffled moan that caused him to shudder in pleasure from the vibration. Your toes curled at the object being pushed in and pulled inside of you, whining as the sensation of pressure returned to your body. 

“What do you think, Min?” Changbin starts speaking breathlessly, pausing just for a moment before continuing. “Think she’ll be able to swallow?” You could hear the grin as he spoke, using your face as his own personal fuck doll. 

“If she’s not too overstimulated.” Minho replies, to which you realize he is the one behind the vibrator teasing you. He pulls it from inside of you, placing it on your clit with makes your whole body squirm. 

You whine and groan with Binnie lodged deep in your throat, causing his dick to twitch with pleasure. He grunts, his high approaching fast as you send vibrations up his length. You try your hand at forcing your throat to swallow, attempting to contract and close up around his dick. He lets out a small groan while you’re still being teased, tears occupying your tearline from the intense face fuck and complete overstimulation. He shoots cum down your throat, so deep into you that you have no choice but to swallow. 

You pucker your lips, sucking him as he starts pulling out of your mouth, claiming any last drop of his seed. He sucks in a breath, his teeth biting at his lip once he’s fully pulled out. You’re still squirming at this point, Minho toying with you sadistically while you catch your breath. You push your heels into the bed, trying your hardest to get away from how high the vibrations are set. Though to no avail, he pulls you even closer to him by your ankles, knees dangling off the bed as he’s propped over you with his face closing the distance with yours.

“You made her cry,” He whispers, looking up at Changbin with only his eyes before wiping away the few tears pooled above your cheekbones. “What do you want from me?” Minho asks you softly, his eyes darting all over your upperbody viewing the miscellaneous marks and red areas where the other boys weren’t quite gentle. Your lips were so swollen from all the kisses and facefucking- along with your throat, that it hurt to talk. 

“Just let me cum one more time, please you muttered oh so quietly, your body completely fucked out but still edged on for more. Minho nods, his thin straight hair bouncing. “Only once?” He teases, grabbing the vibrating toy once more and pressing it firmly against your clit. You tense underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his breath brings goosebumps to the skin across your chest. He nips at your nipple, pulling away slowly to watch you squirm beneath him. He moves the toy in a circular motion, hitting all of the right spots that bring you that little bit closer to release. He uses his propped arm to bring your face close to him, kissing your forehead gently and letting you pull yourself into him. 

He leads you on, bringing you so fucking close to your high that you feel your fingers go numb before he rips the toy away from your cunt and turns it off, a sadistic grin on his face. You pull away from him, a death glare on your face, mentally telling him to eat shit and die as you’re edged. 

“I’m not done with you yet, just hold out a little longer.” He whispers into your ear, tossing the toy across the bed and unbuttoning his jeans. You grab the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it over his head, which he eventually lets you do once his pants are dropped to the ground. You catch a glimpse of his bulge, practically suffocating within his boxer briefs. 

He slides a finger underneath the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down and kicking them off while simultaneously pushing you further into the middle of the bed. You analyze his movements while he prepares, he moves slow and calculated with bright flames of lust creeping from his eyes. He keeps you on your back, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist with his hands. He knows you are exhausted, fucked out, and completely used but he still needs his release. He doesn’t waste much time, ripping the corner tab off of a condom and pulling it from the package. You take it from his hands, surprising him as you gently roll it down his length. 

He closes his eyes and breathes just a bit heavier at the contact, eventually opening them once you’ve rolled it to his base. He brings an arm from above, lowering his digits onto your lips, pushing his way through to gather spit. He rubs it on his now-protected dick before pushing himself into you with no hesitation. Your legs squeeze around him tight, fingers digging into his shoulder blades at the unexpected impact. Minho lets out a growling moan, stilling his motions while he feels all of you. Chan and Changbin have left the room at this point, one of them running the faucet in the bathroom and the other somewhere else in the house. 

The intimacy of just the two of you feels nice, rather than feeling like you were putting on a show you feel able to relax your mind and just enjoy everything. Minho starts pumping into you, subtle but impacted blows that have you both groaning. He pulls you into a kiss, gripping at your throat while rutting his hips into you until reaching your hilt. His groans turn into whines, his powerful demeanor starting to fade as he feels the pleasure of your walls pulling him in. 

He kisses you softly, though his thrusts get heavier, jolting your body and causing your tits to bounce underneath him. He takes his hand from your throat, palming at your breast and squeezing moderately hard, squelching noises from your wet and used core filling the room. You remove an arm from his shoulders, reaching over for the toy he threw somewhere behind you. Once locating it, you place it firmly on your clit, making sure it was low enough for him to feel the vibrations as well. 

He moans into your mouth, breathing heavily as he pumps into you. The vibrations make you shiver beneath him, the pressure and friction inside of you harmoniously joined with the stimulation of your clit bringing the pressure back into your stomach. Your rugged, beaten walls flit and contract against Minho’s cock, helping you feel every vein and curvature as he fucks you. You start whispering his name, pleading for more as your toes curl and heels dig into his lower back. 

“Now,” Minho grunts, having trouble pounding into you with your walls squeezing his length so tight. “Now, my love.” He whispers into your neck, trying as hard as he can to wait for you to reach your climax. And you succeed, happily as he moans atop of you loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. “Fuck, Y/N.” He mutters, getting in his last few thrusts in before blowing his load. You’re mumbling incoherent words at this point, blinded by the blurry vision of your high, your body melted into the bed, muscles so weak you’re no longer able to wrap your limbs around him. Once he’s completely finished, he holds his position on top of you, resting his head on your chest to try and catch his breath and his dick softens and twitches inside of you. 

You hear Bin and Chan come back into the room, Minho looking up at them and speaking words you couldn’t even hear due to the 4th or 5th orgasm you had in the last two hours. Your body is so tired and fucked out, you barely notice him pull out of you and put his underwear back on. Your chest is still rising with heavy breaths, starting to find its natural rhythm after a few more moments. You felt like you were floating, being carried almost. Who knows, you very well could have been but your eyes and body had succumbed to the exhaustion, no longer functioning regularly. 

The three boys tended to you carefully, cleaning you up as best they could from top to bottom before dressing you in some of Minho’s clean clothes. You awoke that night in bed, the bright clock on the nightstand reading 3:05 AM. Chan was behind you, his arms wrapped around your body while Minho was in front of you, your faces so close together you were breathing each other's air. You hear shuffling, leaning over to look toward the doorway carefully in order to not wake the sleeping men beside you. Binnie walks into the room with a bowl of cereal, jolting back once he notices your eyes on him. 

“Oh, you’re awake.” He whispers with a smile you can just barely see from the light of the clock. “Want a late-night snack?”

[dollystuartwrites]

Stray Gods - Chapter 23

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount: 5365

Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] -  [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you  were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually  handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something  different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, daddy kink, poly relationship, semi-public sex. I've probably forgotten some so let me know if I did and I will  add more as the story progresses.

Special thanks to my beta and cheerleader Lewis.     Couldn’t do this without you <3

‘I still don’t get why you insisted on going to school so soon already,’ you said, shaking your head at Adam, who was sitting down clumsily, putting his crutches aside.

‘You try being stuck in a hospital bed for almost two weeks. I’m telling you, I’m feeling better than ever now that I’m moving around,’ Adam replied with a stretch. You clicked your tongue but sat down opposite of him.

‘Did you bring lunch?’ he asked as you rummaged through your bag. You nodded and pulled out a large lunchbox. ‘Looks like you brought some for everyone,’ Adam noted, chuckling at the size of the lunchbox.

‘My housemate made it,’ you explained. ‘When I told him you had just gotten out of the hospital and would come to school today, he insisted on making you some as well.’

‘How kind,’ Adam said surprised as you opened the lid and revealed the little sushi rolls. ‘Speaking of housemates, how did it go? Did you talk to him?’ Adam inquired.

You nodded, having just popped a sushi roll into your mouth, before quickly chewing and swallowing it so you could answer. ‘Yeah, it’s all good now.’ You smiled.

‘So…’ Adam began, hesitating for a second.

‘Oh, right! Yeah, no, I didn’t have sex yet,’ you said pressing your lips together.

‘You know, I was thinking if I was going to ask you that, but then I decided, you know what, I don’t think I wanna know,’ Adam said, pulling a face. You laughed.

‘Sorry,’ you giggled.

‘But I would have thought that the moment it would be all good you would, like,’ Adam made a silly head movement before continuing, ‘but I guess not,’

‘Do I really seem that desperate?’ You huffed.

‘You’re talking to a guy who you’ve known for a few weeks and who used to like you up until last week and the conversation is about sex. So yes,’ Adam said, nodding his head with a chuckle.

You pulled a face at him.

‘I wanna ask why not, but then again…’ Adam said, scrunching up his face.

‘I guess…’ you began, pressing your lips together for a moment. ‘I guess I’m not sure how to initiate it?’ you admitted.

Adam laughed and his reaction caught you by surprise.

‘Sorry, but you’re a girl. If he’s anything like me you just have to bat your eyelashes, flip your hair and tell him you’re horny.’ Adam chuckled. ‘It’s that easy.’

You clicked your tongue at him.

‘What? If you don’t like that, just ask him on a date,’ Adam suggested.

‘Yeah, but what kind of date?’ you asked with a groan. ‘See, I’m not good at this type of stuff.’

‘You’ll get the hang of it eventually, everyone starts somewhere,’ Adam comforted you. ‘But what kind of date shouldn’t be too hard. A trip to the cinema is always nice. It’s dark and no one will see,’ he said thoughtfully.

You clicked your tongue at him again disapprovingly but the memory of Chan sitting beside you as you stroked his abs crossed your mind at his words.

‘Fine then, erm… Not dinner. Never dinner. I don’t know how well you know the guy but he might eat something stinky and you don’t want stinky sex,’ Adam said very seriously. You almost choked on your sushi. ‘What? I’m being practical!’ Adam said defensively but he chuckled as well.

‘Alright, no food date,’ you agreed, grinning.

‘Activities are always good, like funfairs, skating or going to the zoo,’ Adam suggested thoughtfully, ‘I don’t recommend museums, though, unless the guy is really into it. But overall, museums are not really sexy, just dusty.’

‘Ohw,’ you said, feeling slightly disappointed.

‘But as I said, some guys might be into that, I don’t know.’ He shrugged. ‘Oh!’ he said suddenly, snapping his fingers, ‘and anything that has to do with dancing. Dancing is hot,’ he added, nodding like he was sure of himself. ‘Can you dance?’ he asked.

The flashback of you with Hyunjin in the club where Jeongin worked made you feel slightly flustered.

‘Erm… A little?’ You replied, unsure. Adam clapped his hands together.

‘That’s enough, just grind your ass into him and-’ He snapped his fingers as a way of finishing his sentence. Then he looked at you very flatly. ‘Ugh, this is weird,’ he said, looking like he had just eaten something nasty. You laughed.

‘You started it!’ you said defensively.

‘Did I? I don’t remember,’ Adam said, pulling a face and then shrugging. ‘Anyway, club, dancing, that’s it,’ he said with a nod and a wink.

You weren’t too sure of his suggestion, but you promised yourself to take it into consideration at least.

‘Jeongin?’ you asked during dinner. He looked at you still chewing, showing that he heard you. ‘Can I come with you tonight? To work, I mean?’ you asked sweetly. You prayed he would say yes.

You had thought it over and, lacking any better ideas, you decided to go with Adam’s recommendation. It was also because he had seemed so incredibly sure of himself on the matter that you wanted to test his theory. But before you would, you needed a rehearsal round. Somewhere safe where you would have backup if needed.

‘Bwy?’ he asked with a full mouth.

‘Just… I liked it last time. I want to go again,’ you said, batting your eyelashes.

‘You’re 19, you’re not legally allowed to yet,’ Chan noted, having been listening in on your conversation.

‘Sure,’ Jeongin said, completely ignoring Chan and earning himself an angry look. ‘But I won’t have much time for you tonight to entertain you. I’m behind the bar all night and my boss told me if I step away from it one more time, I’m fired,’ he said sulkily.

‘Why did you step away last time?’ you asked curiously.

‘Tried to break up a fight,’ he said, annoyed.

‘What? Why would he fire you for that?’ you said, confused.

‘Cause he said it looks bad if personnel gets into a fight. And he said we have bouncers for that. Not that they ever do anything,’ Jeongin scowled.

‘Dickhead,’ you swore.

‘Yeah, kinda, but still, you’re welcome to join if you wanna,’ he said, taking another bite again. ‘I dwo swugwest ywo dwess up,’ he said with a full mouth, pointing at your plain white shirt and simple blue jeans.

‘Ah, right,’ you said with a nod.

‘Innie, I had no idea what to wear so I picked this. Do you think it’s okay?’ you asked as you ran down the stairs. Jeongin was waiting for you at the bottom of them, already wearing his black-fitted bartender outfit. When he saw you his eyes grew big.

‘Uh, yeah!?’ he said with a laugh as he scanned you from head to toe.

You had thrown on your favourite skirt, combining it with a black fitted top, a leather summer jacket and some of your favourite jewellery.

‘Holy shit,’ Changbin said. He had been sitting on the couch with the others, watching the news.

Minho wolf-whistled at you.

‘You’re going out like that?’ Chan asked, standing up. It wasn’t derogatory, but more worried.

‘It’s fine dude, let her live a little,’ Hyunjin said, pulling Chan’s arm to make him sit back down.

Chan and Jeongin exchanged a look and you looked just in time to catch the end of Jeongin’s curt nod.

‘Okay, let’s go!’ Jeongin said cheerfully, sticking his arm out for you so you could link yours with his.

When you arrived at the club it was still quite early and there weren’t a lot of people. But as time passed and you talked with Jeongin, more and more people started coming in, leaving Jeongin with less and less time for you. Around midnight, he was zooming around behind the bar, pouring drink after drink for the guests, now and then refilling your soda with a wink before he was called over by the next customer.

You eyed the dancefloor, wanting to go on but also not daring to. It had been easier with Hyunjin there. You had had someone you knew with whom you could dance with. Right now you were on your own. Which had kind of been the point though, as this was meant to be a practice round.

You realised you hadn’t thought it through too well.

Gathering all your confidence, you got up and pressed your way through the people to the edge of the busy dancefloor, taking your drink with you. You watched the people dance as you swayed your body in tiny with the rhythm of the music.

A pretty girl spotted you and beckoned her hand to you to come dance with her. You blushed but shook your head, feeling flattered but still not yet ready to step onto the dancefloor.

‘Hey, you wanna dance?’ a crude voice asked you much too loudly in your ear. You turned to see a guy, clearly drunk, grinning at you. You shook your head quickly.

‘Ahw, come one, just one dance?’ the guy said with a grin. You shook your head again. ‘Come on, don’t turn me down, it’ll make me look like a fool. One dance. Just one. I’m nice,’ he pressed on. The alarm bells in your head started to ring and you tried to find a way out but he grabbed your wrist before you could.

‘Come on, dance with me,’ he said forcibly, as he pulled on your wrist.

‘Let go!’ you said, trying to get your voice over the loud music and pull your wrist free at the same time.

‘Don’t be like that,’ he said as his fingers slipped from your wrist and he tried to put his arm around your shoulder instead.

You were just about to throw your drink in his face when out of nowhere a dark figure appeared, a fist slamming down on the drunken guy’s jawline, knocking him to the ground. You jumped back as the guy crashed on the floor.

The dark figure jumped onto the guy and was raising his fist once more to knock him out when suddenly, you spotted it.

The dark curls. Then the sharp jawline, the pretty nose and the buff arms.

‘Chan, no!’ you said, just in time to grab his arm before he smashed into the shocked drunken guy again. Chan jerked his head around and as soon as he saw it was you holding his arm he got up.

‘We’re leaving,’ he growled, grabbing your hand and pulling you away, your drink splashing over the edge of the glass. You tried to talk to him but he couldn’t hear you over the loud music. Before you knew it he pulled you into the storage room behind the bar, where you had been with Jeongin when he saved you from the falling bottles.

‘Chan, what the-’ you began but he stopped abruptly, turning around and suddenly flinging his arms around you. A loud whooshing sound filled your ears and you closed your eyes instinctively. When you opened them again you were standing in Chan’s dimly lit room.

You stepped back, shocked for a moment to be teleported like that to another place before you regained your voice and your anger.

‘What the hell, Chan?! What was that for?! I had it under control!’ you hissed at him angrily.

‘Under control? You called that under control? I should’ve never let you go. I should’ve-’ he spat back furiously.

‘Let me go?! Who are you?! My dad?! No!’ you snapped back. ‘I don’t have a dad and I do not need you to fulfil that role, thank you very much! I was about to throw my drink in his face when you jumped in like some fucking maniac!’

‘Bullshit, you’d never do that,’ Chan retorted.

‘YES, I WOULD!’ You shouted back, really pissed now. ‘UGH!’ You threw your arms into the air, exasperated. ‘You’re just like Changbin! I don’t need a fucking bodyguard! I am not made of glass! I can handle my own fucking shit!’

‘What does Changbin have to do with this?’ Chan huffed angrily, confused.

‘Ugh! You’re the same! Bunch of idiots!’ you spat, putting the drink you had still been holding on his desk with force and looking at him, fuming. ‘Just because I love you and you love me doesn’t mean you need to suddenly treat me differently! I’m an adult! I can take care of myself! Don’t suddenly act like you own me when you don’t even have the balls to fucking kiss me!’

Chan opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out and he just looked at you angrily.

‘I’m sorry, what?’ you said mockingly, pretending to listen to his silence, but Chan quickly regained his posture.

‘You could’ve gotten hurt! I was worried sick! If Jeongin hadn’t-’ Chan growled angrily.  

‘If Jeongin hadn't summoned you, I would’ve still been fine, you idiot! As I said, I’m not made of glass!’ you hissed back.

‘You don’t know that, y/n! You don’t know what he could’ve done! For all you know he could’ve-’ Chan interjected but you cut him off again.

‘Could’ve done what? Done all the things that I’ve been dreaming about that you’d do to me?’ you blurted out.

Chan blinked slightly surprised but you didn’t care. You were on this train now and you weren’t going to get off until the end station.

‘Do you even know why I was there in the first place?’ you bulldozed on, not waiting for an answer, ‘Because I was practising, yeah? Because I wanted to ask you on a fucking date so you would finally fucking touch me the way I want you to, maybe even kiss me, and hopefully, if I’m very fucking lucky, get you to fuck me!’

Chan didn’t say anything but blinked again.

‘That’s right! I want you to fuck me. I want you to be the first guy to fuck me, but I knew you wouldn’t have the balls to do it. Not Changbin, not Hyujin, not Minho, you.’

You kicked off your shoes in anger and looked at him with tears in your eyes.

‘Have you gone mad?’ Chan asked with a deep frown, his face slightly angry again.

‘Yeah! Guess maybe I have!’ you screamed. ‘Watcha gonna do about it this time, dear leader?’

‘Going to the club to try to seduce me? Are you utterly insane? Practice? What the fuck do you mean practice? Practice with whom? Practice how? You could’ve gotten hurt, y/n!’ he brought the conversation back full circle.

‘Well, I wouldn’t have to risk my fucking life, if you weren’t such a fucking pussy!’ you clapped back sarcastically.

‘That’s why you did it? That’s really why you did it? Because you think I’m a wuss?’ Chan snarled angrily.

‘Yes! You are! You are a stupid, idiotic, cra-,’ but you didn’t get to finish your sentence.

Chan had grabbed you, one arm around your waist as the other was at the back of your head.

And he kissed you.

All thoughts disappeared from your mind instantly as you melted into him. You opened your mouth as his lips consumed yours hungrily. His tongue intertwined with yours and his sweet taste filled your mouth. It was like electricity in your veins and your core seemed to be instantly active, heating up and clawing at you the way you were clawing at Chan’s back.

Chan’s lips let go of yours and he panted.

‘Still think I’m a wuss?’ he growled. You could barely even think but you felt him letting go of you and you immediately grabbed his shirt, not letting him get far away.

‘You got what you wanted. Now, don’t do anything stupid anymore, okay?’ he grumbled.

‘Excuse me?’ you said with a huff, barely believing your ears. ‘I got what I wanted? Do not tell me you kissed me just to keep me out of trouble,’ you said, shaking your head with determination. Chan’s jaw clenched and you knew you were right about him wanting you as well. You pressed your body against his and he looked away from you, but he couldn’t hide the hard length in his pants.

‘I did not at all get what I wanted. Nor did you,’ you said, your voice turning into a whisper.

‘Chan,’ you said his name softly and his dark eyes turned to yours, the stars in it shining brightly. ‘I want you. Completely. I want you to be my first, please. I want you so bad, I’m desperate for you,’ you whispered, kissing the bottom of his tensed-up jaw. You needed him. You needed his touch. Needed him to love you, want you, like the way you did him. ‘Please, Channie, I want you so much, I’m begging you. Please, it’s driving me insane. Won’t you help me?’ you begged him. You pressed your hips into his, trapping his length between the two of you.

Finally, something seemed to snap inside of him. The stars in his eyes seemed to light up like fireworks as he looked at you.

‘Fuck, baby, you’re driving me insane,’ Chan growled, finally giving in to his own desires. He grabbed your face again and started kissing you once more, desperate and needy, just as you had longed he would.

You kissed him back with all the passion that was burning in you, walking slowly backwards towards his bed as you tugged on his shirt for him to follow you. When the back of your knees hit the bed you let yourself fall back on it, looking up at him with lidded eyes and pink cheeks as you made grabby hands for him to join you. Chan carefully climbed onto the bed, looming over you as he kissed you again, softer this time, sweeter.

You couldn’t help but sigh into his mouth, clenching your thighs together wantingly.

‘You sure you want this baby?’ he asked, his sparkling eyes on yours.

‘Please, I want you so bad Chan,’ you mewled desperately. Chan groaned at the sound of your desperation before he kissed you again, trailing kisses all over your jaw, and going down to your neck. He kissed you on the soft spot underneath your ear, using his nose to stroke down your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. His hands wandered over your body, grabbing your thighs, your hips, your waist, your neck, and sliding down to your top before cupping your breast, kneading them softly for a moment.

His hand slid down and edged under your top and you mewled as if to spur him on. He pulled on your top and you moved so he could take it off, leaving you just in your light blue satin bra.

He sat up slightly to take off his own shirt, then threw it in the corner of the room together with yours.

Chan looked so good. You had seen him without his top several times before, but you had never gotten used to it. His toned body looked strong and you could see his muscles tense under his tan skin. You wanted to touch him, stare at him forever, caress his chest, but before you could he was already on you again, kissing the exposed skin of your breasts softly, one of his hands on your hip, the other moving to wrap itself around your wrist, pinning you down. His hand slid up from your hip and snaked behind your back, undoing the bra with a simple snap of his fingers. Carefully he removed the straps from your shoulders as he pulled the bra down slowly. His lidded eyes watched as your naked top half was revealed to him. He sighed with a grin.

‘So fucking perfect,’ he growled before bending down and planting a kiss on your hard nipple. The foreign feeling of it made you throw your head back. Cupping your tits with both hands now, he softly sucked on your nipple and you felt like you were drifting off into heaven. His actions somehow seemed to have a straight line to your core, and you could feel the wetness pooling out of you.

You moaned and clawed at his back, trying to pull him closer, wanting him everywhere all at once.

Chan got the message and, with a grin on his face, one of his hands started to drift down, between your legs. He hiked up your skirt, exposing your matching light blue panties and started teasing your inner thighs as he continued sucking and kissing your nipples.

Just when you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, Chan’s hand started to move up, sliding over the soft wet fabric between your legs and making you moan. He looked up at you with parted lips and lidded eyes.

‘You’re drenched, baby girl,’ he whispered. You mewled as he let go of your chest and looked down at your hiked-up skirt.

Slowly, he started rubbing circles slightly above where you wanted him, teasing you, just like Felix had done. He bent over and kissed you again, softly and slowly.

When he finally brushed his finger over your clit you gasped into his mouth. He grinned softly, continuing to circle your clit, now and then stimulating it by brushing over it.

Chan’s fingers drifted away from your clit and you mewled for him, but instead of leaving you, his hand dipped underneath your underwear, his finger slipping through your wet folds and making you gasp.

‘Fuck, you’re so wet,’ Chan muttered with a groan into your mouth as he continued to slide his finger up and down through your slick, brushing over your clit every time he went up.

‘Chan,’ you whined, desperate for him, ‘more.’ It was all you could utter as your brain seemed to have stopped functioning.

‘God, you really are needy,’ he said lowly, almost in awe. Softly, his finger pressed on your opening, slipping inside.

Chan groaned deeply with you as you felt him going inside you. ‘Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight. Baby, I don’t think I’ll fit like this, fuck,’ he grunted, his tone truly slightly worried. He arched his finger right into your soft spot and you yelped with pleasure, goosebumps covering your body instantly. His thumb started drawing lazy circles on your clit as he started sliding his finger in and out of you, pressing into your soft spot every time he did so.

‘You think you can take one more, baby girl? Need to stretch you a little if you want me, baby,’ he whispered as he kissed your cheek. You nodded quickly, eager for anything he’d offer you and turning your head to taste his breath.

Chan slipped a second finger into you and you let out a deep moan. Feeling the slight stretch was incredible. It didn’t hurt at all and only made you feel so much better.

‘That’s it, baby, you’re doing well,’ he said, kissing your lips softly.

After giving you a moment to adjust, he started to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you again while his thumb was still playing with your clit.

Soft moans and pants left your lips as you could feel the knot in your abdomen starting to build.

‘You sound so pretty baby, look so beautiful,’ Chan praised in your ear.

Just as you were starting to think you were getting close Chan withdrew his fingers from you. You moaned in protest but Chan kissed you to silence you.

‘I know love, but I can’t make you come just yet. It’ll make your muscles contract and I might not fit anymore,’ he said.

‘Want you,’ you mewled, grabbing the waistband of his pants and tugging on them. Chan sat up between your legs, undoing his belt. You weren’t sure if he was putting on a show or if he was just that hot, but as you watched him undo his pants you could feel yourself clench around nothing.

Finally, he pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his already rock-hard length. It was different from Han’s, that was for sure. Thicker and longer, with a large head on it. You gulped as you eyed his size.

‘You still sure, baby?’ he asked when he saw you looking at him with big eyes. You giggled and nodded.

‘Then you won’t be needing these anymore,’ Chan teased with a grin, bending down to carefully take the blue satin between his teeth, dragging it from your soaking core, down your legs. You giggled as he did so, him looking like a wolf staring down its prey. He quickly removed your hiked-up skirt as well, pulling it down with his hands until you lay naked before him.

‘Fuck,’ he whispered, shaking his head ever so slightly as if he couldn’t believe his own eyes and biting his lip.

‘Chan,’ you breathed his name once more, reaching your hand out for him. You were ready. More than ready. You needed him. Needed him inside of you. Right now.

Chan positioned himself between your legs, bending over to kiss you once more. You could feel him wetting himself by rubbing himself between your wet folds.

‘You ready, baby?’ he asked softly. Your mouth suddenly felt very dry and your heart was beating loudly in your chest but you were definitely more than ready.

‘Fuck me, Chan,’ you whispered as your eyes locked with his. Chan’s lip curled slightly at your words and you could finally feel him pressing into you.

He went slow, incredibly slow, scanning every inch of your face as he entered you. The feeling of it was better than you could have ever imagined. Since he stretched you further than you had ever gone before it didn’t hurt too much at all. Your walls seemed to adjust to him bit by bit and the slight discomfort that you felt at first was overshadowed by the feeling of pleasure within no time.

An unconscious stream of swears and moans spilt from your lips as you could feel yourself getting stretched, filled up, inch by inch. When he finally bottomed out you gasped.

Chan let out a pretty moan and you instantly accidentally clenched around him at the sound of him, earning another swear.

‘Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight around me, are you alright?’ he asked you. Even through your lashes, you could see the tension in his jaw, the focus on his face. He was definitely holding back.

You nodded in answer, and he instantly kissed you, making you clench once more. Chan growled into your mouth and withdrew his lips from yours.

‘Fuck me,’ you repeated the words softly at him, almost begging him. Luckily, you didn’t have to ask twice. Chan withdrew himself slightly from you, still moving slowly before he pushed back in. Even this slow pace was enough to make your eyes roll back into your skull.

Spurred on by your satisfied mewls he gradually picked up the pace.

You were in heaven. You had to be. It was better than anything you had ever felt before. You felt like you were going to burst with happiness.

Steadily Chan fucked himself into you. The moans, groans and growls that came from him were possibly the most beautiful and sexiest sounds you had ever heard. He kissed your neck, jaw, cheeks and lips whenever he was not praising you.

‘Taking me so well, baby girl. Feel so good around my dick. Fuck, you’re so nice and tight. So sweet and wet for me, baby. So pretty, gonna make you feel so good,’ he whispered endlessly in your ear.

You had completely lost yourself in everything you were feeling. You could feel the knot building in your stomach but you didn’t want it to snap just yet. You didn’t want it to end. But at the same time, you needed more. Needed him closer, faster.

‘More,’ you moaned quietly, putting your hands on his broad back to pull him even closer to you.

Instantly Chan started picking up his pace, thrusting into you faster and faster and making your whimpers turn into loud moans.

‘You like that, baby girl? You like it when I fuck you hard like this?’ he growled. You could see small beads of sweat forming at his temples as he started to pound into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and the knot in your stomach was close to its breaking point. You could feel your walls already tightening up in anticipation.

‘Fuck, baby, you’re milking me. I won’t be able to last like this,’ Chan huffed, but kept thrusting fast and deep into you. His thick long cock was hitting you in all the right places and you were absolutely losing it.

‘Gon’ cum soon,’ you mewled in his ear, biting your lip and digging your nails into his back.

Through lidded eyes you looked up at him, noticing how different he looked from usual. He was still the same, yes, but not at all the composed and collected Chan as usual. No, this was him completely giving in, his brain turned to zero and lost in his feelings. You could see him chasing your release as much as his own, his glittering eyes on you, his clenched teeth visible between his parted lips.

‘Oh, yeah? You gonna cum, baby? Wanna cum for me? Cum for daddy, babygirl?’ Chan muttered, completely lost in you.

‘Yes, daddy,’ you moaned loudly, your brain functions long gone and eager to give him what he wanted. ‘You’ll cum too?’ you asked sweetly, not wanting to reach your high alone.

‘Soon, baby, yeah, you first,’ Chan encouraged with a grin.

‘Inside, please?’ you begged and Chan almost lost it. He let out a loud groan and his eyes closed as he bit his tongue hard for a moment.

‘You want that, baby? Wanna cum together? Want daddy to fill you up?’ he hummed through gritted teeth, his pupils blown wide as one of his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned it down.

‘Please, daddy!’ you almost screamed. You were so close now. The knot between your legs almost becoming unbearable.

‘Cum with me, baby. Cum for me!’ Chan panted and his pace suddenly went completely wild as he started pounding into you like crazy. Sloppy, hard, deep and fast strokes that pressed into your g-spot hard and made you finally come undone. Your walls tensed up, milking him for all he was worth and Chan lost it too. He let out a loud deep growl as he thrust into you as deep as he could, spilling himself into you. You could feel him twitching inside you as electricity and waves of pleasure overtook your body.

The orgasm was so much better than any you had had before. Chan moaned and jerked a few times before he pantingly settled down and started to kiss your neck. Your entire body felt so incredibly sensitive now and everywhere he touched you your body twitched again with after waves. He let go of your wrist and snaked his arms under your body so he could hold you.

‘Fuck, baby, I love you. I love you so much. Fuck,’ he whispered the words over and over as he kissed and hugged you tightly. It took several minutes for you to completely recover from your high and you were finally able to open your eyes properly.

Chan was looking at you with a face of utter bliss. You could still see the sweat running down the sides of his face as he smiled at you.

‘I love you too,’ you whispered back at him with a smile.

WRITERS NOTE

Thank you all so much for reading this story so far! Your comments and votes mean the world to me!

I'm sorry to say that I will be taking a short break from writing, as real life is keeping me far too busy at the moment (work and my studies). I'm hoping to start posting again, early in the new year. My apologies for the hiatus :'(

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Thinking about Chan taking you on the backseat on your weekly night drive after you confess some dirty thoughts you have about him

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The parking lot is empty - Chan stops the car and turns the engine off. 

“We’re here, baby.”

It’s your favorite time of the week, when you can finally spend some time together and be yourselves - catching up with what’s going on in your life, updating each other about work and other boring, mundane stuff, and also gossiping. You don’t need fancy dinners or eye-catching acts or ridiculously expensive gifts - having milkshakes and donuts in his car, with some music softly playing in the background and his hand on your thigh is more than enough. 

“You didn’t have to pay for all this, you know?” You tell him, pointing at the paper bag in your hands with a nod. 

He chuckles, tonguing his cheek. “It’s just milkshakes and a couple of donuts. Besides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t spoil my girl?”

You roll your eyes at him. “As if you don’t spoil me enough already,” you shake your head. “But really, you don’t have to. You know I feel bad when you pay for my stuff.”

Chan works a part-time job and is also a college grad, which means his finances are a bit… tight, at the moment, and you do feel guilty when he buys you stuff - even if it’s just donuts and a milkshake. It’s not like you don’t try to pay for your things, because you do - he’s just incredibly fast at pulling out his credit card. 

“I love spoiling you, though. Honestly, I’d pay for more of your stuff if I had the money,” he chuckles. “Now let’s drink the milkshakes before the cream melts.”

The moon shines bright up in the sky, lighting up your surroundings delicately. Chan drives you always to the same place and parks the car in the same spot - it’s quiet and intimate, and no one’s ever around. Most of the nights, you’d just chill in his car and just talk about everything and nothing at the same time - other nights, he’d lower your seat and make sweet love to you in his old car, way too small to fit the both of you but hey, at least it’s an excuse to be even closer. Like that time he was all over you, inside of you, with his body pressed tightly on yours - only a soft blanket covering both of your naked bodies as whimpers and moans filled the cramped up space of the small vehicle. 

“Earth to y/n?” Chan giggles, waving his hand in front of your face. You rapidly blink a couple of times and shake your head, finally turning to look at him. “Whatcha thinking of, baby?” 

“Oh…” you blush a little, “nothing in particular.”

“Oh, really?” He teases you, placing his hand on your thigh, stroking it with his thumb. “Because I know you, I know there’s something on your mind.” He comes closer, brushing your nose with his, and you feel his hot breath on your skin. You shiver. 

“There’s nothing on my mind,” you place your hand on top of his, intertwining your fingers and smiling at him. “‘M just happy to be here, with you.”

“Hm, is that why your face is so red?” He looks into your eyes as he speaks - he always does this when he wants to tease you, and it’s working. “Is it because you’re happy to be here with me?”

His fingers on your thigh, his hot breath on your skin - and he’s so, so close. Just an inch or two away from your lips. You bet he tastes of his strawberry milkshake - you can’t wait to find out if you’re right. 

“I… I was thinking about…” your mouth falls open and your eyes flutter when his lips find your jaw - he starts leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your skin, sometimes running his hot, wet tongue all over it. He chuckles when a tiny yelp leaves your mouth after he sucks on a precise spot on your neck. 

“You were saying?” He breathes against your neck, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb. “‘M sorry, I distracted you, baby,” he teases you, but won’t stop kissing you, “you were thinking about…?”

“About what… what happened the last time we were here,” you breathe out at the feeling of Chan’s hand moving up your thigh, closer and closer to the spot between your thighs he knows very well. 

His heart skips a beat, and he feels himself growing harder inside his boxers. “Oh, yeah? And what are you thinking of, exactly? I’m curious now.”

You entangle your fingers in his curly, dark hair, pulling him closer as you finally feel his thumb brush the center of your thigh, right on your clothed clit, just teasing you with the tip of his finger. He brushes your hair from your shoulder, guaranteeing himself more access to your now exposed neck, moaning against your skin. A Chase Atlantic’s song is still playing in the background, and the car windows are slowly fogging up due to yours and Chan’s heavy breathing. 

“I was thinking of your fingers. Of when… of when you touched me,” you mumble, relaxing completely under his touch, “I was thinking that maybe it’d be nice if you…” you tug at his hair, and he grunts against your skin, sucking on your clavicle. 

“If I?” He presses a little bit harder on your clit. 

“If you did it again?” It comes out as a question, and Chan can’t help but smirk at that. 

“Yeah? You want me to touch you here?” Chan mumbles, his fingers moving up to toy with the button of your jeans. You nod, and he undoes it. “What else were you thinking about?” He unzips your fly, revealing a small portion of the fabric of your panties. 

And then, his fingers slip under the waistband of your lace panties, and you gasp. 

“Just-just that…” you try to sound convincing, but your red cheeks and your stuttering are exactly what give you away. 

“Ah, just that… Are you sure?” you hiss when his fingers brush your clit with a delicacy he’s always had towards you - then, he touches your wet entrance, and licks his lips. If the space weren’t so little, he’d already be on his knees eating you out like a starved man until you’re creaming on his tongue. “You’re so wet, oh baby…” you whine when he pushes his middle finger inside. 

“I… there’s other things I think of, sometimes,” you confess, and Chan finally pulls away from your neck to look you in the eye. His lips are swollen, and his pupils are blown. You run your hand up and down his arm, feeling him up and squeezing his muscles. 

“Yeah?” His lips finally brush yours, but he doesn’t kiss you yet, “will you tell me about these things?” Chan asks, and you nod.

When he finally kisses you, you inevitably smile against his lips because yes, his lips truly taste like his strawberry milkshake. He kisses you and kisses you, running his tongue along your lower lip, whimpering when you do the same. Chan adds another finger inside of you, and slowly begins to pump them in and out of you. He nearly jumps in his seatwhen, all of a sudden, he feels your hand on his crotch, palming his erection. 

“I… I think about giving you head. About… wrapping my lips around you,” you mumble on his lips, and Chan’s eyes flutter shut as he rests his forehead on yours - his heart is beating fast inside his chest. 

“Oh, God,” Chan kicks his head slightly back as you start kissing his neck. “What… what else?”

“You…” you slip your hand under the waistband of his dark grey sweats, squeezing him though his boxers, “you fucking me in the backseats. I’m talking - hot, desperate, needy sex. Right here, where e-everyone could see.” 

“Fuck, you want me dead,” he hisses, fucking you a bit faster with his fingers, curling them inside of you and toying with your clit at the same time. “When… when do you think about these things?” 

“When- when I’m getting off,” you admit, and Chan lets out a guttural moan. 

“Yeah?” He squeezes his eyes when your fingers brush the tip of his clothed cock. “You think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Always,” you whimper on his lips. “I always think of you.”

“Me too,” he blurts out in a huff, completely lost in what you two are doing now, “I a-always think of you when ‘m gettin’ off. Always cum so hard, too.” 

Chan is losing his mind, he literally can’t think straight - mostly because there’s no blood left in his brain, but also because you’re so hot and you’re telling him all these filthy things and he’s weak. He wants nothing more than to lift your hoodie and free your pretty tits and take them in his mouth. It’s when you finally touch him properly, freeing him from his boxers and wrapping your fingers around his thickness, that he pulls away abruptly after you’ve stroked him a couple of times. 

“‘M not- ‘m gonna cum if you do that, I swear,” he mumbles, blushing out of embarrassment as he pulls your hand out of his sweats, “I wanna- wanna make love. D’you want to?” 

He’s always so romantic, your Chan. Even if he’s rearranging your guts, he always calls it making love. 

“Yeah. Yeah, of course I want to,” you kiss him once again, pecking his lips a couple of times. You wrap your hand around his wrist and pull his hand out of your panties. Then, you begin to pull your jeans down your thighs and undress yourself. 

It doesn’t take long before the both of you find yourselves in the backseats - Chan on top of you still fully dressed while you only have your hoodie and your soaked panties on, and he’s palming himself over his boxers.

“Lemme see your tits, please,” he’s almost begging, and he bites his lip when you slowly lift your hoodie and top, revealing your boobs to his eyes. “Oh. Oh, baby. You’re so damn perfect, oh.”

You pull him in for a kiss, but you still feel him fidgeting with his sweats. He slides down the curve of his ass rather quickly, pulling them down enough to free his cock and balls. The car windows are completely fogged up by now, “Moonlight” by Chase Atlantic starts playing. 

“Do you have a condom?” You mumble on his lips, wrapping your fingers around the tip of his cock and stroking him gently, slowly. He shivers under your touch, but still nods at you. 

“Yeah, of course,” he pecks your lips, then stretches his arm to grab his jeans jacket, pulling out a small foil wrapper from one of the pockets. “Don’t wanna put any risk on you,” he kisses the tip of your nose. 

He tears the wrapper open and carefully positions the rubber on his cock, rolling it onto his length in a matter of seconds. Is it weird that you’re turned on by watching him performing such a mundane action? You don’t know, but you can’t tear your eyes off of his hands and, consequently, his hard cock, licking and then biting your lip. He’s between your legs in a matter of seconds, pulling your lace panties to the side and positioning himself at your entrance. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice these,” he mumbles, toying with the hem of your underwear - his favorite. “You’re so hot, baby. Makin’ yourself pretty for me all the time, ‘m so lucky. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whisper, and then he’s pushing himself inside of you. 

A choked moan leaves your lips as you feel him filling you up with his length slowly. He grips your hip as he does, intertwining his fingers with yours as he bottoms out inside of you, letting out a desperate whine because God, he missed this. Not just the sex, he missed feeling you so close. He lifts his own t-shirt too, and then he presses his now bare chest on yours, feeling your skin on his in a way that has his head spinning. When you latch your lips on his neck and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him even closer, he shudders as he starts to move inside of you. 

“Chan…” you mumble on his skin, running your fingers up and down his back. 

“Baby,” he moans as well, thrusting at an excruciatingly slow pace, just to feel you around him - your hole gripping him tight as he fucks into you, hips rocking back and forth ever so gently, but it doesn’t stop the car from rocking as well. 

If anyone were to pass by right now, they’d surely figure out what’s going on - neither of you care. You only care about Chan, and he only cares about you. 

“You feel so- so amazing, baby,” he pulls a couple of strands of hair from your face, looking into your eyes as he continues to fuck you - his eyes are sparkling, there’s a light in them you only see whenever he’s looking at you. “’m so… so lucky you’re mine. My baby.”

“And you’re mine,” you whimper on his mouth, rocking your hips as well to meet his movements. You love him, you love him so much. 

The pace of Chan’s thrusts becomes quicker and quicker - he places the palm of his hand on the fogged up car window, leaving his print there as he angles his hips so that he’s hitting your g-spot with every thrust. “Yeah, yeah, I’m… ‘m yours, baby. Yours. No one else’s, promise you. Yours. ” 

His mouth falls open, choked grunts and desperate whimpers are the only thing that fall from it as he feels himself getting closer and closer. He hides his face in your neck, squeezing his eyes and leaving a series of wet kisses on your collarbone. 

“O-open up, baby,” Chan whimpers, bringing two of his hands to your lips. You accept them into your mouth, coating them in your own spit, and after Chan makes sure they’re moisturized enough, he pulls them out and slides his hand between your legs, touching your clit. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you think of when you pleasure yourself. I wanna know everything.”

“I think of- of you fucking me raw,” you blush like crazy, and Chan gulps as his eyes widen. “I think about… about letting you cum inside. About you filling me up, Channie.”

“Oh, fuck, you- you… you drive me crazy, you know that? Love you so fuckin’ much.”

His thrusts turn sloppy as he rubs your clit the way you like it - his touch is delicate and intense at the same time, not too light and not too rough. Your legs begin to shake in mere seconds, and you can feel the familiar feeling burning in your stomach - you whine and take deep breaths as he keeps rubbing you in circular motions, faster and faster. 

“Chan- Channie, I’m- oh, Channie,” you squeeze your eyes shut, scratching his back with your fingernails. 

“Yeah, like that, baby,” Chan sucks on your neck, “cum for me. Prove me you’re really mine.”

When you finally find your release - it’s with an obscene moan of his name and your teeth in his shoulder. You clench so tight around him that Chan feels suddenly on the verge of his own orgasm. 

“‘M close, baby, ‘m so close,” Chan breathes heavily, his thrusts turning frantic and erratic. He needs to let go. “Tell me- fuck, baby, tell me you’re mine. N-need to hear it,” he begs.

“‘M yours. ‘M yours, Chan. Love you so much, baby,” you whine and he eventually teaches his own orgasm, that washes all over his body and has him shaking on top of you as he fills up the condom with his hot release.

“My- my baby. ‘M so fucking in love with you,” he mumbles on your skin, pecking your neck, and then your jaw, and then your lips. 

“I’m in love with you, too, baby.” You run your hand through his hair, kissing his temple as you both catch your breaths. “Let’s eat the donuts now, yeah? ‘M kinda hungry,” you giggle, and he does, too.

-> 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢���� 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

-> 𝐦𝐲 ☕️

[minki-moo]

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

a/n ♡ this one was kinda difficult but i hope it's still fairly relatable

tags ♡ fluff, bf!hyunjin, friends to lovers, smut, mentioned dom!hyunjin, mentions of facials rating ♡ e for explicit

best friend!hyunjin who doesn't mind when you spam him random texts

best friend!hyunjin who loves listening to you talk

best friend!hyunjin who feels like he can be himself around you all the time

best friend!hyunjin who will help you pick an outfit for a night out

best friend!hyunjin who will jokingly judge you whenever you say/do something stupid but in reality he finds it endearing

best friend!hyunjin who has a sketchbook dedicated to you and only you

"best friend!hyunjin" who will shyly confess to you after an art exhibit date

boyfriend!hyunjin who melts a little bit inside when you remember his favourite drink order

boyfriend!hyunjin who is obsessed with your smile and will do anything to keep it on your face 24/7

boyfriend!hyunjin who sleeps the best when he's beside you

boyfriend!hyunjin who loves spending time with you, even if it's just the both of you in the same room sitting together in silence

boyfriend!hyunjin who will take every opportunity to paint you, clothing being optional

boyfriend!hyunjin who picks out lingerie sets for you, and makes you model them for him

boyfriend!hyunjin who could dom you, but loves to see you take control sometimes

boyfriend!hyunjin who thinks you look the prettiest with his cum on your face

boyfriend!hyunjin who makes the best expressions when he's inside you

boyfriend!hyunjin who's extremely vocal when he's about to cum, letting you know he's going to fuck you full of his cum

boyfriend!hyunjin who loves to leave hickeys all over your skin, marking you as his

[baby-yongbok]

Fan Fiction

Skz/ Dom!Bang Chan x Sub!afab reader - Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI!

✨Masterlist ✨

Word Count: 5,257

Tags: Dom/Sub dynamics, penatrative sex, degradation, unprotected sex, teasing, overstimulation, breath play (mild), oral sex ( f & m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (reader), breeding??, creampie, established relationship, after care.

(Sorry if I missed any tags)

Notes: This is my first ever Skz AU, and I'm nervous but excited to share. Please be nice! Also, i posted this from my phone, so I'm sorry if the formatting is odd or anything. I'm kinda new to posting on here.

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect or portray any of the members in real life!

I do not own the picture attached, credit to the owner. (Found on pinterest)

You woke up in a panic as your eyes searched for the glowing numbers on your alarm clock. As your vision became less blurry, you realized that it was still Sunday and you didn't sleep in and nearly miss work. Thank goodness. You've been trying to get rest whenever you could as of late. Your job was draining you beyond belief, and you had very little things that could help you relax, especially since Chan was always busy with work. You laid still for a while, staring up at the ceiling and pondering the possibilities… What could you do? How could you relax?

Without coming to a full thought you decide to pull yourself out of bed. Your naked feet felt cold against the hardwood and Goosebumps covered your naked legs. Chan always kept the air conditioner at 63 degrees and if you ever changed it he'd lose his mind. You pulled your feet lazily across the floor and let out a big yawn and stretch, stumbling a bit as you became lightheaded. Once you were steady you continued on your mindless journey to Chan's studio. The door was closed as always and you could hear a beat blaring from the speakers. Chan didn't like to be interrupted while he was mixing and told you to only knock if it were an emergency. You stood at the door mulling over your thoughts trying to think of the exact reason that you were going to knock on the door but nothing came to mind.

Fuck it.

You lifted your hand to knock but swiftly stopped once you heard the music on the other side stop. You took a step back with furrowed brows as you figured he was probably editing a section of the track. To your surprise the door swung open and your fiance towered over you as he took in the sight before him. You stood there clad in one of his t- shirts and pink lace panties as you stared up at him.

"I had a feeling you were out here. What're you doing? Eavesdropping? " a grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he took a step forward to lace his strong arm around your waist and pull you into him.

"I wanted to see you but I heard you mixing so I just kinda… stood here. " Your sleepy brain spilled the truth immediately since you didn't feel the need to hide from him.

"You're always welcome into the studio, love." Your arms snaked around his waist as you hugged him sinking into his toned torso. " Well, I know I told you I don't like being interrupted but still, I always want to see my baby."

"I just woke up and I just… I don't know what to do with myself. It's only six o'clock and I'm just bored." With a sigh you loosen your grip around his waist.

"Hm, how about this, I'll finish mixing this song and then we can do something. Maybe order some take out? Play a board game? Whatever you'd like." Your big eyes glance up to him looking down at you with a sweet smile.

"How long until you're done?"

"Uh, give me thirty minutes, okay?" With another long sigh you let go of your fiancé completely.

"Okay." With a mumbled 'thank you' leaving his lips he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before letting you go and watching you as you slowly stalked back into your shared bedroom. You figure that you'll just spend the next thirty minutes scrolling through your phone looking at TikTok or something while you wait for Chan to finish up. That was until you accidentally pressed the Tumblr app on your phone and your old Stay account lit up your screen.

Oh

You had forgotten about your account, ever since the world blessed you with actually meeting, dating and now being engaged to your bias you didn't see any use for it. Of course you were still a fan but you see the boys as your ordinary friends now instead of world famous idols. Even with this logic fresh in your mind your finger began to scroll and you ended up getting lost in what used to be your world.

It's been two hours and Chan is still mixing. Usually this would bother you but you were too immersed in your virtual world to care. You were going back into your likes and reading all of the disgustingly sexy fan fictions that you liked three years ago. Some about Felix and Hyunjin but most of them about your fiancé.

You sat straight up when you came across the one. That one fan fiction that you used to go back to every time you needed that sweet release. Everytime you wanted to pretend that your fingers were Chan's, long before you knew what it actually felt like. Your excited fingers quickly pressed 'Keep Reading' as your eyes scanned the screen and arousal pools at your core. You read for what felt like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes. God did you love this fic. It was your dream till this day to get fucked like that by Chan. Rough and unrelenting. Forceful and Primal. You knew he was capable of doing it but only if you asked and God knows that you were way too shy to do that. In your day dreamy haze you decided to send the fan fiction to yourself so that you could have easy access to it instead of scrolling all the way down your likes every time you wanted to read it. You hit share and then sent it to yourself on messenger. It took a matter of seconds to pass and for you to come out of your daydream to realize that you were thinking of Chan so much that you sent it to him. Your heart dropped into your ass and you swear that your brown skin turned bright red with embarrassment. What do you do? How do you come back from this?

You weren't thinking straight, I mean how could you? You just sent your fiance a smutty fanfiction about him. You weren't thinking, you couldn't, you felt dizzy with the pressure that was building up in your head. You thought that maybe you could stop him from seeing it. You opened messenger and tried to unsend it but it only gave you the option to unsend for yourself. It was then when your worst nightmare came true. Chan's small profile picture on the side dropped down to the message indicating that he had seen it. Your heart stopped or at least you think it did. What were you supposed to tell him? Yes, he knew you were a fan when he got with you but you felt like exposing him to your fangirl world would make him look at you like just that, a fan.

You decided to wait. You weren't even worried about being bored anymore because your imagination had been keeping you very very entertained not to mention on edge. You kept wondering if Chan read the fanfiction or if he just looked at it and laughed before starting to work again. Did he love you any less for sending him fan made work? Or maybe he loves you less for even looking at it. Either way you were pretty sure that you were doomed.

"Alright, I know that, that was way more than thirty minutes and I'm so fucking sorry about that. I just wanted the track to be perfect." You jump at the sound of Chan's voice as he makes his way over to you on the bed and sits down pulling your legs into his lap. "We could still order take out, you must be starving."

He smiles over at you and you know that you must look like a deer caught in headlights with how big your eyes are, yet he says nothing. His smile is unwavering and you can't fathom why. Didn't he see what you sent him? Isn't he disgusted?

"So…? Thai or maybe Italian? We haven't had that in awhile." Chan pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through uber eats mindlessly. "Chicken?"

You decide to take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. If he doesn't say anything about it than fuck it neither will you. Forcing a smile onto your face you try to scoot closer to him and get comfortable. He swiftly welcomes you into his arms and pulls you into his lap so that you can browse together.

"Chicken sounds good but now you got me wanting Italian." You add with a playful forced smile.

"Italian it is, mama." You freeze for a second staring over at your fiancé as he picks an Italian restaurant to order from. He never calls you that, why would he call you that? Are you overreacting? Maybe he just wanted to try something new.

"Do you want your usual?" He asks looking up at you and catching your confused gaze. "Are you alright? "

"Yeah… I'm, uh, fine." No. You were not fine. That was a big fat lie. You were confused but mostly turned on by the new term of endearment. You slowly pressed your thighs together as you heard it echo through your head. The fan fics you read earlier weren't helping either, you were already hot and bothered as it is then he goes and calls you that?

"So, your usual?" You nod your head yes and continue to let your mind race.

"Alright, it'll be here in 25 minutes. Do you wanna watch a movie or something while we wait?" You shrug mindlessly, staring past Chan's face. "Hey, are you alright? You seem off, baby."

Straightening up and looking down at him you smile and try your best to get out of your head, and that nearly works before Chan puts his hand on the back of your neck rubbing his finger along the soft sensitive skin on the side of your neck. "I'm okay" you choke out as the feeling of his big hand on your neck sends chills down your spine.

"Alright, well I'm here if you want to talk, mama." There he goes again. You press your thighs together quickly before getting up off of his lap.

"Let's watch TV, yeah?" Chan smiles over at you as he quickly and nonchalantly scans your entire body taking in your bare legs and lace covered core.

"Sounds good, baby."

The food came and went quickly since the two of you were hungrier than you realized. You watched various random television shows and finished the end of a movie that Chan swears used to be his favorite. The two of you decided to pack it in maybe fifteen minutes ago. You've already showered and changed into a more comfortable cotton pair of red panties and another one of your fiance's shirts. You slid into bed and stared up at the ceiling as you waited on Chan to finish up his shower. You had pretty much forgotten about today's fuck up since he hadn't brought it up to you. It also helped to distract yourself with TV and food but there was still a lingering feeling deep in your chest. Something was off, you just didn't know what. You had noticed that he was extra attentive while the two of you spent time together. He made continuous eye contact that you couldn't seem to keep up with and his hand kept finding its way to the back of your neck. Not to mention that damned name he kept calling you.

The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat up to ask Chan how his shower was but instantly went dry at the mouth when you took in the sight in front of you. His dark hair was wet, some strands sticking to his forehead. He was shirtless with nothing but Grey sweatpants on and bare feet.

Holy fuck

You couldn't help but to stare, how could you do anything else with a man like that in front of you. The three years that you've spent together should have prepared you to see him like this. Hell, you've seen all of this man and probably know him better than he knows himself but there was something about the way that he looked right now that just threw you off. It almost felt familiar to you, you just couldn't put a finger on it.

"Do you work tomorrow, baby?" He asked as he looked over at you from under the towel he was using to dry his hair.

"Uh, yeah I do." You could barely get that sentence out as your eyes locked with his. There was a particular gleam in his eye that you didn't quite recognize but you knew he was up to something.

"Hm, I better make this quick then. It would be irresponsible of me to keep you up all night." He throws the towel he was using over to the hamper and starts to slowly stalk over to the bed. "Don't you think so, mama?"

Your brain went to mush instantly as you took in his dark tone and even darker eyes. It was at this moment that you were sure he read it. Everything clicked for you now. The name, the touches, even his outfit, it all came from that one fanfiction.

He crawled onto the bed and over to you slowly like a lion hunting its prey. In an instant he was on top of you. Looking down at you with his burning brown eyes. You couldn't help but to look away and over to the side but that was no use. You felt as his hand slowly snaked up your body and his thumb and pointer finger rested on your chin turning your head to face him.

"What is it? Is my little kitty shy?" You pushed your thighs together involuntarily. "It's just me baby, don't worry, I'm going to take such good care of you. "

"Chan I-" He lifted his finger to stop you from talking.

"What's my name baby?" His tone was dark and demanding as he stared down at you. Dropping down to his forearm next to your head he moved in to whisper into your ear. "I want you to call me by my name when I ruin you."

You were breathless and paralyzed. You racked your brain for the right answer even though you knew exactly what it was. You've called him by his name before so why should this be any different? Why was this so different?

"Chris - Christopher." A dark chuckle left his lips as he lifted himself up to look into your eyes again.

"That's my girl." Turning your head to the side with one finger he wasted no time littering kisses and love bites all over the exposed skin milking small moans from your lips as you desperately pressed your thighs together. "So you want me to break you, huh? "

You freeze as you realize that he's reciting lines from the very fanfiction that you accidentally sent him.

"You want me to fuck you senseless, mama?" He lightly bites at your collarbone before licking up your neck and planting a kiss behind your ear.

"I can do that." His right hand snakes down your body, his nails digging in lightly as he makes his way to your clothed heat. "Oh, baby"

He harshly but slowly rubs on your clothed core taking in the wetness seeping through your panties.

"You're fucking soaked." His eyes burn into yours as he rubs you over your underwear. You try your best to maintain eye contact but you can't help but to let your eyelids flutter shut every time he caresses your clit. "Eyes on me, mama"

You force your eyes open and look up at Chris as he rubs tight circles around your clit using your arousal as lube against your panties. "Let me hear you."

It wasn't until then that you realized that you had been holding your breath. With a shaky sigh you let out a moan and then you just can't stop. The moans just kept falling from your lips and the sound only encouraged Chris to do more. Before you know it he's moved your panties to the side and is tracing lines up and down your slick cunt. He barely touches your clit as he tries to build you up as high as he can. The higher he can get you the harder the crash will be.

"You want to see what you do to me, Jagi?" You frantically nod in response earning a smile from Chris. He pulls his hand away from your core painfully slowly and sits up on his knees straddling you. In one swift motion he dips his sweatpants down and lets his thick cock free from its restraint. You've seen it a million times but right now it feels new. "Look at how hard you've got Daddy's dick."

A moan fell from your lips at the sound of his filthy words. He was always good at dirty talk but this was different. He was playing out a written fantasy right now and your pussy just couldn't take it.

"Chris, please." He looked down at you with furrowed brows as you begged.

"Please what, mama?" He asked as he began pumping his length slowly, teasingly.

"Fuck" you moaned at the sound and the sight in front of you. "Fuck me, please." A chuckle fell from his lips as he watched you squirm under him.

"You're so needy, baby." You groaned at him in frustration. Was he really going to tease you? He was already basically acting out a fanfiction right in front of you. Did he have to add the teasing? You rolled your eyes at him instinctively. You found yourself doing that a lot and usually he thought it was cute but today was different. You watched as his free hand dipped down and grabbed your face and he stared down at you silently for what felt like hours but were merely seconds.

"Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?" He got off of you while keeping a firm grip on your face. "Someone needs to be put in their place.

Without another word he roughly guided you over to his exposed length and tapped the head of his cock on your red lips. "Open your mouth and suck this dick."

You were taken aback to say the least. Chan was the type of guy who was more of a soft dom and didn't demand you to do much, especially not in such a dark domineering tone. You couldn't stop yourself even if you tried. It's like a button was pressed and your mouth was open, your tongue out and ready to taste your fiancé. He smiled down at you and slowly slid his cock into your mouth filling you up to the hilt. His head fell back in euphoria and he hissed a curse into the air.

You bobbed your head slowly at first trying to get him used to the sensation of your mouth around him but clearly he had other plans.

"Come on, you can do better than that." Both of his hands found their way into your curly hair and gripped the root making sure to not pull too hard. He began guiding you and moving your head faster and faster each time you came up from the hilt. It wasn't long before you began to gag around him with every stroke, your eyes watering from the choking.

"Fuck, Mamas, that mouth is filthy." You looked up at him with your big watering eyes as he looked down at you with his dark ones. You wanted to make him feel good but right now his rough nature was making you weak for him. Could it be possible that you feel better than he does right now? Having your mouth be used for his pleasure could be the very thing that drives you over the edge.

He continued to guide your head up and down his shaft until he suddenly stopped. Pushing your head down to swallow him completely. He forced you to stay in place temporarily, cutting off your air supply and making you gag and choke around him.

"Be good, slut, take it." Your eyes began to water, tears flowing down your cheeks. He pulled you up off of him, completely freeing his cock from your mouth. You gasped as he watched you intently paying attention to your body language.

"What's your color?" You had almost forgotten about the Stoplight system that Chris put in place as safe words for you. You were too focused on your pleasure and his to remember much else.

"Green" He smiles down at you before taking one hand out of your hair and grabbing the back of your neck.

"Good" He sinks his cock back into your throat as he holds you down once again cutting off your air supply " You're such a good hole"

His moans and growls are what keep you going as you gag around him. He pulls you off once again before pushing you back onto the bed. You gasp at the sudden change as he grabs your ankles and pulls your ass to the edge of the bed. Wrapping your legs around him he leans down to finally kiss your wet lips. The kiss was passionate and rough like it was meant to mark you. This was the kiss of a man who wanted you to know who you belong to. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip asking for access that you gladly granted. His tongue explored your mouth. He tasted of sweet spearmint and the smell of his pheromones filled your nostrils. You hadn't even realized that you began grinding your clothed core on his exposed cock until he bit your lip with a hiss warning you to stop, but you couldn't. You needed him, you were desperate to feel him. If anything his warning only made you grind harder and faster against him. The feeling of his cockhead grinding against your clit was euphoric and you only wanted more as time went on.

"Naughty little toy." Chris growled as he broke the kiss. "If it's my dick that you want then that's what you're gonna get."

Grabbing the back of your thighs Chris swiftly picked you up and turned you both around so that you were against the wall. Your legs tightened around him as you squealed. You've done this position once or twice but it's been so long.

"I'm going to make you fall apart on my cock, mama." He buried himself into the crook of your neck being much rougher this time. He bites at the skin leaving marks that you're sure you'll have to cover up in the morning. He growled into your ear making you moan as you tried your best to grind against him. The both of you were growing impatient but you knew you couldn't move until Chris did.

Finally, he moves your panties to the side and teases your entrance with his cock. "Please, Chris, I need you so badly baby. Ruin me, please." A groan leaves his lips as he looks into your pleading eyes.

"You sound so pathetic, baby. You want to be fucked?" He slips his cock into you faster than he usually does but slow enough to allow you to adjust. "Here you go, kitty."

You cry out instantly moaning his name like your life depended on it. He bounced you on his cock picking up the pace with every stroke. He growled curse words in your ear every time you took him all the way, your walls tightening at the sensation.

"Shit, baby, you're so tight around me." Your head fell back against the wall in pure bliss. "Tell me you like it, let me hear you."

"You feel so fucking good Chris. You fuck me so good." Your praise only made him pick up the pace, turning your moans into gaspy screams.

"Fuck, oh my god, Chris… yes, please, yes. " Words mindlessly fell from your mouth as he pounded into you. Sweat dripping from his forehead as he fucked you senseless just as he promised.

"That's it, take it baby." His cock was hitting just the right spot and he stretched you out perfectly. The fact that this position felt so new to you didn't help to contain the arousal brimming over and spilling from your pussy. You felt a knot in your stomach and your toes started to burn as you got closer and closer to your release. That's when he said the magic words.

"Don't you dare fucking cum." The words came out as a breathy growl. It wasn't a demand this time, it was a threat. You whined as you tried your best to contain your growing orgasm but it just kept creeping up on you.

"Please, let me cum, Please Daddy I'm so close." He groaned at you calling him daddy, something he loved but would never admit to anyone else.

"Don't you dare." He growled again, making you whine. You tried, you really did but you just couldn't contain it. Your pussy clenched around him sucking him in like a vacuum and that's when he knew. " Y/N, don't you fucking cum"

That's all he had to say to throw you over the edge. The way he said your name with that darkness lingering on his tongue sent a shock straight to your clit. You couldn't stop it, you tried so hard but you couldn't stop. Your legs shook around him as your orgasm came crashing down. He didn't stop fucking you he only picked up the pace once he realized that you had cum. His thrusts were shorter and harder, he was punishing you.

"Oh, you've done it now." He fucked into you like he hadn't had sex in years. He'd gone feral for you and all you could do was cry out as your sensitive cunt got abused by his cock. To add fuel to the fire he snaked one of his hands in between the two of you to rub your sensitive clit as he pounded into you throwing you into an overstimulation spiral.

"Chris I- I can't take it." Tears welled up in your eyes as he made you feel so painfully good. It was so much but somehow you found yourself wanting more.

"Find a way to." Was all he said as he continued to abuse your aching cunt. "You should've listened."

His strokes were getting sloppier and his moans were getting louder as he felt you clench around him desperately. The knot in your core building up again.

"I'm going to fill you up so good." He moaned into your ear as his orgasm creeped up his spine. "Fuck, yes, I'm cumming baby. "

Just like that you felt Chan's warm sticky cum coat your walls. The same walls that were now sore and desperate for release again.

"Yes, thank you, daddy. Thank you." He fucked his cum into with a few more pumps before turning and laying you back onto the bed. You both panted, trying your best to catch your breath. You were in a daze, a happy cum drunk daze. You couldn't believe that he actually did what was in that fanfiction but God you were grateful.

"So, you want to be a disobedient whore, huh?" Your eyes shoot open as your fiancé's dark tone catches your attention. "You needed to cum, right?"

You slowly shake your head yes and a knowing smile is painted on Chan's face. "Then here." His hand pops against your pussy spanking it as his cum drips from your wet hole.

"Cum again." Chris drops to his knees teasingly slow and pulls you closer to him by your thighs.

"Chris I- .. Fuck." Before you can finish your sentence his tongue runs a hot stripe up your cunt. He groans as he tastes both you and himself in the mixture of arousal. "Oh my gosh"

He continues to lick and taste you wrapping his lips around your swollen and sensitive clit. His tongue flicks at the nub with slow and firm pressure keeping up his rhythm as he circles your clit. You turn into a hip bucking mess at the amount of pleasure you are feeling right now. It's so much but you want more. Your hands find a home in Chris' wet hair as you start to grind into his mouth. He hums his approval in response as he moves his head back and forth to give you more friction, the perfect formula. You feel your orgasm creep up your legs and it's moving faster and stronger than any one you've ever had before. Your vision goes dark and the grip you have on Chris' hair tightens as you scream for him.

"Fuck, Chris, I'm cumming." Your high washes over you like a storm. Your body shaking against his mouth as he continues to fuck you with his tongue helping you ride out your orgasm. High pitched moans leave your lips and you struggle against his tongue as it continues to taste you. Your vision starts to go white when he finally lets go of his hold over you.

"Such a greedy slut." Chris chuckles as you try your best to catch your breath.

"Are you alright? " He asks as he pulls up his sweatpants and plops down next to you pulling you into his arms. "Take it slow, in and out, baby. "

"I- I'm fine" you finally get out in a breathy reply.

"Good, you were amazing, Jagi" He pulls you into a tight hug and you turn to put your leg over his body as you finally find a comfortable breathing rhythm.

"You were better." Chris smiles down at you with knowing eyes.

"Well, you have your little fan fiction to thank for that. I would've never been that rough with you otherwise. I didn't realize that you like being bossed around so much. " A blush creeps up on your cheeks as you hide your face at the mention of the fanfiction. You had almost forgotten about it.

"I'm so embarrassed. I never meant to send you that."

"Hey, don't be embarrassed." He lifts your chin so that your eyes meet his. "I'm glad you accidentally sent it to me. I want to please you in every way that I can and if you want it a little rougher in the bedroom that's fine. I can do that for you. I'm happy to please you, Y/N"

"Did you enjoy it too?" Chris laughs with a wide smile and nods his head.

"Hell yeah I did. You felt amazing and I really liked topping you like that."

"Good" You say with a blush.

"Okay, well, it's one in the morning so we need to get some sleep but first I know you've gotta be thirsty."

"Yeah, my throat is pretty dry."

"Great, I'll get us some water before round two." With a smile Chris jumps up out of bed and jogs out of the room and down to the kitchen leaving you yelling behind him.

"What do you mean round two?!" You plop your head down on the bed and sigh with a smile. "This fan fiction has created a monster

[tinyarsonist]

Volume: Up PREVIEW

"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Summary: In which heart throb K-Pop Idol, Bangchan, just shows you how 'Christopher' he can really be.

MDNI

TW: idol!Chan, idol trainee Y/N, drinking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, swearing, let me know if I missed anything!

Italics are in Korean. Bold in Spanish. Rest in English.

PREVIEW under cut

Released Work: here

The amount of guilt he felt once he stroked his cock to the thought of you was soon discarded as his mind wandered even more.

What were you like? Did you relinquish control or demand it? Were your lips as soft as he can imagine? Your mouth--oh God. How would it feel to have it wrapped around him? Were you a moaner? A screamer? Could he actually scramble your brain so much that you do scream for him in Korean?

He sped up his pace even faster. Water cascaded down his back as he faced the tile bathroom wall. One hand on the structure to ground him as he lost himself at the thought of you. He leaned his head back as he felt himself building and building. The warm water was a comforting feeling on his scalp.

The way he would take you as soon as you entered the dorm. No words, just a clash of flesh as he stripped you of your clothes and bent you over the couch. He wouldn't waste any time and would just thrust into your--oh God. How would you feel around his dick? How tight--

He muffled a moan as he came on his hand. The shower washing away any evidence of his inappropriate thoughts of you. He panted heavily and stood under the water for a couple of moments, pleasure rippling through him soon to be replaced with an abundant amount of guilt for getting off to someone he barely knew.

Author Note: Hai hai! This is my first time writing smut. Please let me know if I missed anything in the TW tag. Also, if anyone wants to be tagged when the full work is released, please let me know or interact with my taglet linked here 🤭

[violetsiren90]

Nothing But You | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x f!human!Reader

Genre: hybrid AU; non-idol AU, strangers to lovers; love in adversity; cozy one-shot; fluff and angst

Word Count: 1434

Summary: The world's not ready for your love, but that doesn't matter. None of it matters - nothing but him.

Part 2: Evergreen (though both can be read as stand-alone works)

Content Warnings: I'd give this a PG-13 for content, but ALL of my work is 18+ (minors, dni); cuddling; co-sleeping; bad weather (but safe indoors); shirtless Chris (Chan is called Christopher); descriptions of hybrid physical features (including some minimal body hair); depictions of prejudice towards, discrimination, and marginalization of hybrids; a character gets lost and is momentarily frightened; allusions to sexual intimacy; implied domestic violence (by an authority figure, not Chris); running away; mention of reproduction (pups); for some reason even though it is explicitly stated I feel the need to mention that Reader and Chris are both adults throughout

Author's Note: I'll tell you what I didn't have planned for this Sunday afternoon and that was a Bang Chan hybrid AU one-shot. But the image of cuddling up with Chan in the middle of a snowstorm took me hostage and now here we are. I've never written a hybrid AU before, so this was very fun! If you read this, I hope this Christopher brings you the comfort you deserve today. 💕

P.S In case no one has told you today, you're so loved and so, so worthy of love. 🧜💜

The icy wind howls, whipping swirling flurries of snow past the windows of the little cabin. You stir, not opening your eyes, heavy with slumber as your other senses remind you of the homey trappings of your shelter. A fire crackles and pops, its warmth licking over your nose and cheeks. A soft, heavy blanket fashioned of rabbit pelts lays over your body, rustling quietly as you nuzzle into the man beneath you.

    His chest rises and falls with the even breath of a deep sleep. Your cheek rests against his bare skin and the silky patch of thick, dark hair between his firm pectorals. It isn't really hair - not like yours. It's fur. Soft, dark tufts of it decorate his body everywhere hair would grow on a man; a patch on his chest, under his arms, at the dip of his Adonis belt. It smells like him. Like musk and pine and lavender. Manly and primal, floral and gentle. Christopher.

    Hybrids were still treated like dirt in so many ways. They didn't require licenses to live without owners anymore, but still, they were pushed to the margins of the community by the intolerance of common practice. You yourself had been taught to fear them. Monsters, your grandfather had told you, who would turn on their own young in a moment of morbid instinct. Even so, you always found more pity in your heart than terror.

    And then, one day, you met him.

You had been loading groceries into the bed of your grandparents' jalopy at the general store and dropped a bag of oats as you struggled to hoist it onto the tailgate. You hadn't even noticed he was beside you when he easily hefted the bag and the remaining two boxes of eggs onto the vehicle without a word. He shot you a little smile, but before you could thank him your eyes were arrested by a pair of sharp brown ears rising from his curly hair. He pulled on a cap and turned to go before you could collect your wits enough to speak.

    You had thought of nothing save his warm brown eyes and sweet smiling lips in the weeks that followed, taking any chance you could to steal away to the general store in hopes of seeing him again.

But your paths never crossed. Not until the following summer.

You had packed in to the camping grounds by the lake with a few other girls from your graduating class for a weekend getaway from the menfolk - not that you had any - and you'd joined them rather reluctantly and at the persistence of your grandmother, who insisted a little socialization would do you good.

    That first afternoon you quickly grew tired of the chatter. If the weekend was meant to be a reprieve from the men, you grumbled to yourself, then why were they the constant and sole topic of conversation? You gathered up your sketching supplies and walked down the trail a ways, finding that the more distance you put between yourself and the shrieks of laughter and gossip behind you, the better you felt. Soon, you couldn't hear them at all. You settled onto a rock at the edge of a small glen and took your pencil in hand.

    Suddenly, some hours later, it dawned on you that your eyes were straining somewhat on the page, and you looked about, startled at the waning light reflecting the late hour. Gathering your things, you hurried back to down the path, only to realize with a sickness in your gut that you were well and truly lost, and that the daylight was nearly spent.

    He had found you then, sniffling rather pathetically beside a tree. You'd been alarmed by the sudden sound of his voice, having not heard his furtive approaching steps, but when you raised your frightened eyes to his face the fear had quickly given way to wonder. You'd given up hope of seeing him again, and now here he was, once more in your hour of need.

It was too dark now to find the trail back to the campsite, so you helped divide the load of bracken he had tucked under his arm between you as he led the way back to his cabin, not far into the thick. As you walked you noticed his tail, gray and brown and full behind him. Had he hidden it, that day at the store, you wondered? Did he always when he was around people like you? You remembered how surprised you had been at the site of his pretty ears upon your first meeting and you felt ashamed. You tried to find every possible way to assure him, as you walked and talked, that he didn't frighten you. You hoped he understood.

    Before long, you arrived at a little clearing with a log cabin at its heart. Smoke rose invitingly from the chimney, and you found it was as small and homey and warm within as it seemed from the cold darkness of the wood. The stranger gave you bread and stew and hot milk, and you ate with him and told him of yourself and he shared with you in return.

He was a wolf hybrid. The sole survivor of his pack, he had traveled hundreds of miles to settle into the mountains of your home. He made a living hunting, trapping, and gathering the wares of the wild to sell in town, as did a handful of other hybrids living in the mountains - a group of traders known collectively as The Strays. He told you that his name was Christopher, but that most simply called him The Wolf. When you repeated his given name softly and asked if you could call him by it he smiled that smile again, but broader and brighter and with his eyes pressed into little moons and crow's feet in their corners. His canines glinted in the light of the fire and one beautiful dimple pressed into his left cheek.

    You were in love.

    You asked him, a little shyly before parting the following day, if you could be friends. He smiled sadly and brushed rough fingers over your cheek before telling you that you were already his friend, but that you should keep yourself safe by staying away. People were suspicious of hybrids, and if he were seen with a human woman, it could be dangerous for you both.

     At the edge of the campsite, when he turned to go, you grabbed his arm. You told him that every Saturday morning you helped wait tables at Maple's Diner, and that if he came, breakfast would be on the house. You wanted to thank him, you insisted. In truth, you just wanted to give him a chance to find you, should he wish to. Oh, you desperately hoped that he wished to.

    And he did. He showed up a few weeks later, ears tucked under a hat and shoulders looking broad in a worn flannel shirt. You gave him coffee and bacon and a pile of pancakes and sat with him when your shift was through. It became a ritual, Saturday mornings at the diner. And then you started meeting for lunch. Then dinner. Then for long walks and trips to the movies. Then he started to take you out for drives in his truck - for picnics in the mountains, to watch the stars from the bed, to never leave the cab or each other's arms as the windows fogged with your labored breaths and mingled heat.

    One night your grandparents were waiting up when you returned. Your grandfather was in a rage, your grandmother was all worry and woes. It was a sin, what you were doing, they said. In the eyes of what god, you demanded in return? Your grandmother clung to your arm, begging you to come to your senses - it was dangerous, and worse, you would be ruined for life. You told her that none of that meant anything to you. Only him, he was all that mattered. Only Christopher. To hell with everyone and everything else in that goddamned town that treated him with suspicion and shame - that could never begin to see how perfectly beautiful he was.

Your grandfather forbade you to see him.

You told him you were grown and he couldn't stop you.

He raised his hand, and your grandmother screamed.

    When Christopher pulled up in his pickup you were in front of Maple's Diner. He gasped as he crouched to cradle you in his arms and gently brush his fingers over your broken lip and the green bruise on your cheek. He gathered you up, gathered your little bags, and took you home.

Home to the woods.

To the little warm cabin.

To his arms and his heart.

    It's the third winter since you left it all behind - everything that tried to keep you from him.

Things are so different now, so simple, slow, steady and intimate in the life you share. You've started talking about pups. Maybe someday. Maybe soon. 

    You look up at his lovely, peaceful face, washed golden in the firelight, and smile, settling back down against his chest. As the wind howls your eyes slip shut, and you sleep again in the strong, gentle arms of a wolf.

-Fin-

[yangbbokari]

Long For You

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x gn!reader AU/Trope/Genre: Lovers to still lovers, Angst, fluff(?), hurt/comfort Warnings: regret, crying(?), lovesick, miscommunication, nothing really WC:1K Song rec: Long for you - Hyunjin A.N.:No bc after dropping that how’d he expect us to react(RAGHHHHHHHHHHH PLS IM SORRY ILL TREAT YOU BETTER)

~~~ You stare at the white tulip. A singular white tulip sent to you this morning from Hyunjin. Another apology letter to accompany it. Something about not being able to come home tonight even when he promised you he would.

That singular white tulip going to wilt and rot away like the rest. Forgotten just like his empty promises.

The feeling of your relationship slowly collapsing hurts your heart to the core. You wish it didn’t but there’s not much you can do. Everyone around you thinks you’re a match made in heaven. But it’s not the way you think this is.

You’re beginning to think that this love is all you and nothing left of him.

~~~ Hyunjin doesn’t return home until the end of the week. He notices your distance from him. He wants to take your hand in his and ask you what could possibly be wrong. But he refrains from it.

Maybe it was better for you to fall out of love with him.

As much as he loves you he knows what your parents think. “He’s no good for you y/n. It’ll only be so long before he leaves you for someone else. Take one look at him and you can tell that he’s a skank. Leave him. He’ll just break your heart.”

He can only think that your parents are right. Not the fact that he'd leave you for somebody else. But that he's no good for you and he'll never be.

It can only be so long before you get sick of his long schedule. No one wants to be stood up on every date and left to wait for the others arrival.

How many nights were you up waiting for him to come home? How many dinners were eaten with your only company being the silence that hung in the air? How many tears have you cried in his absence?

Those are the questions that float around his mind as he watches you peacefully sleep on your side of the bed. He can't help but reach his hand out to caress your face. A soft smile slowly trickled to his lips as he does.

These are the kind of moments he can only have as you sleep. But when you grab his arm he thinks he's almost been caught until you nuzzle your face into his arm. His heart warms at the sight but he knows he can't let his hopes get too high.

He notices the tears stains that line along your face. He doesn't fail to notice that his heart breaks instead.

"Don't go..." He can faintly hear you say. Oh how he wishes that he could stay with you until the next morning but work calls. What can he do. ~~~ When you awaken Hyunjin's side of the bed was empty. You could've sworn he came home last night and that you held on to him. Maybe it was all a dream again. Just as it always had been.

You want to cry but there are no tears left. Your mouth feels dry and your head hurts from the breakdown you had last night. Back before Hyunjin became famous he'd hold you in his arms and automatically made it better. But there were no one left to wrap you in their embrace.

Forcing yourself out of bed you make yourself a quick breakfast. But it only includes a peeled orange and a cup of tea. The same oranges you used to peel for Hyunjin because it was an act of love you wanted to show him. But who were you supposed to do it for now?

You quickly shake those thoughts from your mind. Opting to turn on the tv instead to hopefully drown out the voices in your head. But to no avail. You can barely make out the words the characters are saying as the voices come rushing back in.

He’s tired of you.

He doesn’t love you.

You’re pathetic.

Nothing but a toy.

Too naive for your own good.

He’ll never need you.

Just a nuisance in his life.

Suddenly everything becomes so loud. The voices coming from all over. The buzz of the refrigerator. The dripping of the water from the kitchen faucet. The sound of the vents blowing air. The lights become too bright and your eyes burn. It’s all too much.

You rush around the house. Shutting off the tv. Unplugging the fridge. Turning the faucet all the way down so no more water would drip. Disabling the air ventilation from continuously flowing. Drawing the curtains and switching off all the lights until you finally felt at peace.

After finishing you sat down in the middle of the floor. Knees pulled up to your chest and arms wrapped around them. You dropped your head down and you felt your tears run. It never got this bad. Hyunjin would be able to calm you down in these circumstances. But where was he now. The questions swirled around and made your mind dizzy.

Your sobbing hadn’t ceased until you fell asleep. There on the floor. The cold tiles being your only comfort in the silenced room. ~~~ Being faced with the darkness and silence when returning home wasn’t anything new to Hyunjin. Except that it was the evening on Friday only about 5 p.m.

The curtains were never drawn this early. When the two of you first moved in you made a rule to always open up the curtains to let the sunlight stream in and put the day to a joyful start.

He also noticed how cold it was. He was sure the heater was on to at least 64. Why was it nearly freezing? Winters in Korea are no joke.

Hyunjin stumbled around until he found the light switch and he turned the heat back up. That was when he finally saw you lying on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.

“Y/n!!” He nearly screamed.

You instantly jolted from your slumber trying to force your eyes open but the lights were too bright.

“T-turn off the lights. Please.” Your voice felt hoarse. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and your lungs were rejecting the oxygen.

Hyunjin was quick to do what you requested before stumbling his way back to you. “Are you okay baby? What happened?”

“Water.” You said dryly.

“What was that baby?”

“I need water.”

“O-okay baby. Wait just a minute.” He fumbled around trying to grab a glass and fill it up with water.

You grew worried. His movements were too faint. You bagel to panic. “Hyunnie..?”

“I’m here baby. Right here.” He found his way back to you and knelt down by your side. He reached for your hand and gently wrapped it around the cup. It was cold to the touch contrasting the warmth radiating off of Hyunjin.

After you drank the entire cup, he took it from you and placed it in the sink. He carefully placed his hands on either sides of your body and slowly lifted you up. And you let him.

He carried you all the way to the bedroom and settled you into the sheets. He knew how you got so he went to fix everything else. But before he could leave you grabbed his hand.

“Please stay. Don’t go.” How could he reject that? He slipped under the covers right with you and took you into his arms.

Oh how you missed this feeling. You couldn’t help but cry. Clenching onto his shirt you let your tears flow freely.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked the question but he knew the answer. You were in pain because of him. He couldn’t believe he let it get to this point where you had to break down in his hold.

You pulled him in tighter and buried your face into the crook of his neck. “It’s nothing. I just.. I just miss you so much. I missed this so much. I missed us so much.” Everything felt so much better now that he was with you. But you still doubted whether he love you.

“Tell me, Hwang Hyunjin. Do you still love me?” His heart broke. He didn’t believe there would ever be a day you would doubt his love for you. “What? Why would you ever think that? I love you y/nnie. With everything in me. All I’ve ever done is all for you. All I’ve ever accomplished was because of you.”

He pulled you away from your hiding place and cupped your face in his hands. “Don’t ever think for even a second that I don’t love you. You’re my everything. I couldn’t live without you. You mean absolutely the most to me. There’s not a moment that I don’t think of you. Long for you. I know how much you have to wait for me. But I promise it’s all the same for me. I love you so much.”

His forehead was pressed against yours as he leaned in for a kiss. When you didn’t reject it he finally pressed his lips against yours. Finally being able to take in the moment and relish in each other’s company. ~~~ Both of you ended up falling asleep and not wanting to awaken until the sun rose and peeked through the curtains. You woke up first and slowly but surely opened your eyes. You heard Hyunjin’s soft breaths coming from beside you.

A soft smile came to your lips naturally. It’d been forever since you got to wake up with him. You took your pointer finger and softly traced his facial features. It wasn’t until you got to his lips that you realized he was awake when he opened it to bite your finger.

“Ah—”

“What are you doing, hmm?” He nuzzled his nose into your neck causing you to giggle. “You just looked so peaceful and so handsome I couldn’t resist.”

You could feel him smiling against your skin. His cheeks warming at your comment. “Mmm.” He sighed relieved that you were finally okay again.

“I think I should go and plug in the refrigerator before the milk spoils.” Your boyfriend looks up at you with confusion is his eyes. “I unplugged it last night.” You said with a guilty chuckle. ~~~ The two of you spent the rest of the day doing activities you used to do with each other. As you were messing on the bookshelf a photo album dropped from the top shelf. On the front was written, “My love<3”

You chuckled at the sight of your foolish high school writing and called Hyunjin from the kitchen.

“Look what I found. It’s our photos from high school.” Hyunjin groaned at the sight. “Don’t remind me how horrible I looked then.” When he saw you frown he mentally face-palmed himself.

“What do you mean Hwang Hyunjin. You were my little cutie.” You pouted and jutted your bottom lip out. “Never mind. I’ll just put this back.”

“Wait baby. Let’s look at it. It’s been a minute since we’ve looked through them anyway.”

Hyunjin settled on the couch and pulled you into his lap, eliciting a squeal from you. “I’ll just look over your shoulder.” He said after you expressed your concern of him not being able to see it.

Hours passed as you flipped through the pages and remembered the stories behind each one. That was until you got to the one with you standing in the snow and reading a book. You looked at him surprised.

“When did you take this picture?”

“I took it during senior year and you were so worried about your studies and nearly walked out to the road. I took it because you looked so pretty with the snow falling around you and your furrowed brows, so concentrated on the book. You were so beautiful. It was before we began dating and that was the time I longed for your attention the most.”

“Am I not beautiful now?” You asked with a frown.

”You’re the most beautiful no matter what.” He reassured you.

“Do you not long for me anymore? Or is that just for your first love?”

He rested his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. White tulip. Your favorite flowers. Then he spoke.

“I’ll always long for you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading!! I think this will be one of my last fics before I go. Hope you enjoyed it!!

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Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 4.6K

A/N: 18+ only! This is just 100% because I am Christopher Bang trash and he has ruined me with that God damn nose ring! This is nothing but absolute filth, soft filth but filth nonetheless. If you enjoy reading it give it a like, reblog, leave a comment an ask whatever. I enjoy reading peoples thoughts and reactions! Tagging @cb97percent for the Channie smut and the baby girls and tagging @ughbehavior cause she's my whole permanent tag list and I love her for it! 😘 As usual warnings and smut below the cut!

*Part 2 here*

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Strong language/cursing, Mentions of casual sex, dry humping, oral (m receiving) cum eating, fingering, protected piv sex, use of sex toys, squirting. Hella praise and pet names (beautiful, baby girl etc) a little impact play, Chris has a little bit of a corruption kink if you squint. I think that's everything but if I ever miss something that should be in the warning please let me know and I will add it!

You were backed through the door of an apartment you had never been in with hands that had never touched you exploring your body and you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d gotten there. Attached to the lips of a man you barely knew, that was completely out of your league. Christopher Bang. Even his name was cooler than you. After he kicked the door closed behind him your hands came up, pushing at his firm chest, stopping him. He pulled away and looked at you, examining your face for any discomfort with what he had been doing. You looked at him too but you were rendered speechless by his beauty that was outlined by the moonlight coming through his windows. His dark hair was swept away from his face, his brown eyes held a depth that made you wander and lose yourself in them, he had a wide, strong nose with a dainty silver hoop in one nostril, and the softest, plumpest lips you had ever seen let alone touched.

The silver hoops in his ears matched the nose ring he was sporting and with a leather jacket, ripped up band t-shirt, shredded jeans, and shit kicker boots to round out the ensemble, it drove home the fact that this man was exponentially hotter and cooler than you and you had no idea why he wanted his hands and lips on you. You were so plain. You wore clothes that, while they weren’t unfashionable, were not as revealing as the clothing most girls your age were wearing to bars and clubs. You had dyed your hair the same boring color since you were sixteen and you did your makeup one-way. In five minutes with natural neutral shades. You blended into a crowd 100% of the time and you could not be more opposite of the man that was currently holding you in his arms. You must have been standing there in your head staring at him for a long time because Chris finally broke the silence that was lingering between you.

“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” You blinked quickly and shook your head as you gathered your thoughts back up, trying to figure out how answer him so that he didn’t think he had done something wrong. It wasn’t him, it was just, to describe your sex life as vanilla would still probably be too spicy.

“No, um... I... I just have never done anything like this before. Go home with a stranger I mean. Not that you’re strange I just mean someone strange to me... I MEAN... oh god I’m gonna shut up now.” You buried your face in your hands as it turned multiple shades of pink. Chris laughed and pulled your hands away.

“I know what you’re trying to say. I don’t usually do stuff like this either but you’re just so... so gorgeous and smart and funny.” He placed kisses down your jaw and neck after each compliment. Your eyes fluttered closed and you started to melt under his lips again. He held your face and pressed a kiss softly against your lips, then stopped and looked at you again.

“But if this is too much too fast, we can stop. I don’t want you to think just because were here and have been making out that you have to do anything you don’t want. I’m okay if you're not comfortable going any further. We can just go to bed and go to sleep.” Your heart beat faster at his sweet words and you smiled at him.

“No, I want to... you. I want you, I just... well I don’t... ugh...” You gripped his jacket tightly unsure of your words. Chris pushed some stray hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Whatever you want to say, it’s okay. You can say it. What is it?” After his assurance the words just kind of spilled from your mouth.

“Why me?” Chris’ brows furrowed and he looked surprised by your question.

“What do you mean why you?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose suddenly wishing you had just shut up instead of asking such a stupid question. Chris pulled your hand away again making you look at him.

“What do you mean why you Y/N?” You bit at your lips nervous to voice a big insecurity to a literal stranger but then word vomit took over again.

“I mean look at you and look at me. You're beautiful and I’m so boring and there were girls there that were more... your type...” Chris cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.

“My type?” You shrugged your shoulders looking down at the ground, your shoes, anywhere but Chris’ face.

“Well, girls that would seem more your type and... they were... prettier than me. I’m just... I’m plain in comparison. Why would you want me over some girl that looks like she belongs in a music video?” Chris tilted your chin up making you look at him.

“Like I said Y/N, you’re smart and funny and I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. You are the kind of beautiful that outshines every woman around you in a place like that, it’s why I noticed you as soon as I walked in.” He leaned back and pulled you further into his apartment, walking towards the couch in his living room, leading you along the way, taking off his leather jacket and tossing it aside.

“The way you dress too, it’s so sexy; I can see your curves and edges but I still have a whole present to unwrap and discover and you had this nonchalant confidence when you were sitting there. Not cocky or stuck up. You were comfortable just sipping your drink there alone, like you didn’t need anyone to come on to you or ask for your number to feel good about yourself. It was so fucking sexy I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” Chris sat down on the couch and pulled you down to straddle his lap and you sat on top of him. His hands ghosted over your shoulders and down your arms sending a shiver through your body. In all honesty you looked like that cause you hoped no one would. You weren’t really out to hook up, you were out because you’d had a terrible day and you wanted to drink and forget. Chris just happened to be the man that walked up to you and how could you resist him.

“I was actually nervous to approach you at first but you were way to enticing to pass up meeting.” He leaned in and started pressing wet kisses down your neck again. Everything he said rendered you speechless. He thought you were sexy, thought you were enticing, confident? You tilted your head back giving him better access to your neck and shoulder as you balanced yourself on his lap, your hands on his strong broad shoulders. You pushed your hips down and felt Chris erection pressing against you. He hissed and bit down on your shoulder when you applied more friction against him. His hands slid down your sides coming to rest on your hips and he started to guide your movements as he continued to explain 'why you '.

“Then when I talked to you. God you were so shy it was so cute. You were not at all what I had expected. You were so sweet it kind of made me want to corrupt you, do nasty things to your body.” His teeth grazed your throat and you moaned and clenched at his words. He kept talking and his breathing started to come out labored the more worked up he got. You could feel his dick getting harder pressing against your aching core as he worked you faster against him.

“Fuck baby girl! Feels so good!” Hearing his declaration of how good you were making him feel lit something inside you. You wrapped your arms around Chris’ neck as he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer to him, your chests pressed together. He attacked your mouth, dipping his tongue into yours in between nibbles of your lips as you continued dry humping him like you were horny teenagers.

“Ch-Chris... I’m...” You were struggling to form words but Chris nodded understanding.

“It’s okay baby girl, let go, cum, ruin those panties for me.” You moaned out his name as you came hard. You clutched on to Chris, finger nails digging in as he thrusted his hips up into yours helping you ride out your wave of ecstasy. After, you laid there straddling his lap, your head resting on one of his broad shoulders, trying to catch your breath as he traced shapes on your back, soothing you, bringing you back down. When the fog in your brain cleared you sat back up looking at him. You weren’t sure who was blushing more now, you or him. You traced your fingers over his face admiring the smallest details, his freckles, the slit shaved into one of his eyebrows, that damn nose ring that looked so fucking good on him. You ran your fingers down the bridge of his nose and he closed his eyes. You drug them down his lips pulling his plump bottom lip down a bit before cupping his strong jaw and kissing him. Now it was your turn to start peppering kisses down his jaw and neck, sucking and biting at his ear, listening to the little breaths he let out when you kissed a sweet spot on him. You slid off of Chris’ lap and knelt down on the floor in front of him. When you got off of him Chris opened his eyes and when he saw you on your knees in front of him, he got a little light headed. You ran your hands up his thighs, over his clothed erection, and towards his belt buckle. As you started to loosen it Chris grabbed your hands and stopped you.

“You don’t have to do that...” You smiled up at him all doe eyed, it made him twitch in his pants.

"I mean I'm already really hard so... you don't have to..." You licked your lips.

“I know I don’t have to but if it’s okay with you, I want to. I want to taste you Chris.” He groaned and rolled his eyes back in his head.

“It's okay baby girl, you can taste it. Only if you want it though.” You bit your bottom lip and started undoing his belt and the button of his pants. He kicked his boots and socks off as you drug the zipper of his jeans down and then he lifted his hips helping as you pulled his pants and briefs down and off. When you saw his hard cock you were not the least bit surprised to see how pretty it was, just like the rest of him. It was above average size wise but not scary big. He was already so hard and leaking precum and you hadn’t really even touched him. Did he like making out with you that much? You gently grabbed the base of his cock and a with a wide, wet, flat tongue you licked a stripe up his shaft before taking him into your warm soft mouth.

“Oh, fuck Y/N! Oh my god that feels... GOD yes baby girl suck me just like that.” You hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing on his dick in earnest, taking him further each time. When the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat you relaxed and opened your mouth wider. Chris got the hint. His fingers weaved through your hair holding your head still as he started thrusting his hips up, fucking your throat. The squelching and gagging sounds coming from you as you coated his dick in drool was making him crazy.

“FUCK you’re so fucking good at that baby so fucking good at taking my cock in your throat FUCK you’re gonna make cum beautiful! I’m gonna cum!” He let go of your hair and you pulled off of him and started stroking the head of his cock hard and fast.

“In my mouth Chris, cum in my mouth.” You opened up your mouth and stuck out your tongue as you continued stroking him. It only took seeing you on your knees eagerly jerking him off with your mouth open and ready for him before he was filling your mouth with his big load, he didn’t think he was ever going to stop coming. You held Chris’ cum in your mouth and sucked on the tip of his cock making him shudder, getting every morsel of him before showing him all the cum in your mouth and then swallowing.

“You’re so fucking sexy! Come here gorgeous.” He cupped your face and crashed his lips against yours tasting himself when his tongue invaded your mouth. He stood up suddenly, gently pulling you up with him. He pulled his shirt off and stood in front of you looking like he was carved from marble and you admired the lines of his hard, defined, body.

“Fuck me.” You breathed out in amazement and Chris laughed at your unfiltered reaction.

“If that’s what you want...” He smirked and then lifted you and put you over his shoulder smacking and grabbing a handful of your ass as he carried you to his bedroom. You struggled and laughed the whole way there. Trying and failing to get him to put you down.

“Put me down Christopher!” At your request you were tossed on his big soft bed. You only stopped laughing when Chris’ hands slid up your body and started removing your clothes. Once he had you down to your panties your nerves had come back tenfold. You were about to be completely bare in front of this walking God that had his head between your legs, a breath away from your soaking core, his face closer to your pussy than anyone's had ever been. When Chris went to grab your panties your breathing hitched in your throat and he stopped, realizing you weren’t comfortable.

“Hey, are you okay? We can stop if you...” You shook your head before he could finish the sentence.

“No don’t stop just... nervous.” He ran his hands up and down your thighs gently, comforting you.

“Nervous about what baby girl?” You worried at your lips avoiding Chris’ eyes. You had never had a guy go down on you. Be so intimate with your sex.

“What if you don’t... like... what you see... down there?” Chris’ eyes softened at your words.

“Oh, beautiful...” Chris gently kissed the insides of your thighs. You closed your eyes and let out a shudder of a breath trying to get your nerves in control. He climbed up next to you and kissed you as he ran his hand down your body and you shivered at his touch.

“Is there something I can do to make you less nervous?” You shrugged and Chris nuzzled his nose against your cheek before placing another kiss on your lips.

“Maybe if you could... keep saying nice things to me...” Chris nodded and smiled, looking down at you.

“Oh, does my pretty girl like being praised?” You blushed but you guessed that was what you were saying and shook your head up and down. Chris went to crawl back down between your legs but you stopped him.

“Just... I want you to stay up here with me. I want to be close to you, see your face.” He tilted his head and a had a little puzzled expression on his face.

“You don’t want me to go down on you?” You shook your head no.

“Maybe the next time?” As soon as you said it you realized you just insinuated to a casual hook up that you expected a next time. Chris smiled at you.

“You want there to be a next time?” You had dug yourself a hole and you weren’t sure what the right answer was in this situation.

“I mean if you want there to be... I know this is just... I don’t mean to-” Chris kissed you stopping your tangent before you could even take off on it.

“I would love for there to be a next time Y/N.” You let out a sigh of relief and Chris started kissing your neck and shoulder as he slid his hand down your body. You started to relax a bit as he kissed and touched you. Chris pulled your panties to the side and started to gently run his fingers through your wet folds before softly playing with your clit. You let out a light breath at the contact.

“Is this okay baby girl?” You quickly shook your head not wanting him to stop.

“Yes Chris, faster.” Your words came out softly. Chris took your direction, he ran his fingers down your slit, collected more of your juices on his fingers, and then started rubbing your clit faster adding a little more pressure.

“You’re so wet for me beautiful, I bet my cock would slide right in you’re so soaked. Does it feel good gorgeous? Do you like my fingers?” He had his lips pressed to the shell of your ear like he was whispering dirty secrets to you. You were panting and nodding when his fingers dipped back towards your entrance and slid inside you.

“Fuck! Christopher!” He pushed in until his palm pressed against your clit and then curled his fingers and started pumping them into you deeper and deeper, the heel of his palm adding stimulation to your clit while he finger fucked you open.

“So pretty, you look so pretty falling apart on my fingers like that baby girl. Be a good girl and cum on them for me yea?” When you breathed out your yes Chris started fingering you faster and you went teetering over the edge of your second orgasm, convulsing on his bed like you were being shocked with live wires. Chris ran his other hand softly through your hair, placing gentle kisses against your face as he slowly worked you through the last of your climax. He took his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth cleaning your cum from them before climbing on top of you and continuing his sweet assault of kisses all over your face.

“My pretty girl, such a pretty pretty girl. So good coming for me like that and you taste so good. Are you gonna be a good girl and take my cock now too? Hmm?” You could feel his dick pressing against you fully hard again and ready. You pulled him down to kiss him again unable to stop yourself from savoring his full luscious lips. You whispered against them.

“Fuck me Chris.” That was all he needed to hear from your lips. You slid your panties off as Chris reached over to his night stand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He ripped it open and rolled it down his cock. He sat back on his knees and lifted your hips placing a pillow under you to make you more comfortable. Then he spread your legs around him and lined his throbbing dick up with your entrance. He looked at you wanting one more confirmation that you wanted this as much as he did. The foreplay, the touching, condom on, none of that mattered. Chris would pull the plug on all of it if you didn’t want this. But you did. You ran your hands down his forearms and held on to his slender wrists, you smiled up at him and took your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I want you Chris, please.” He closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“God, I want you too baby girl.” Chris eased the tip of his cock inside you. Even through the condom you could feel how hard and warm he was, could feel him twitch as he pushed himself deeper inside you. When Chris bottomed out the tip of his dick nudged your g spot just right and you let out an unexpectedly loud moan. Without pulling out Chris thrusted into you harder hitting the same spot again and you couldn’t help the squeal of a moan that came from you that time.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun. Hold on beautiful.” That was the last thing Chris said before he gripped your hips tightly and started fucking you deep and hard. You held onto his wrists tightly; it was all you could do as he tried to split you in half with his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck yes yes Chris yes fuck me hard just like that baby fuck!” Chris was losing his mind watching you underneath him taking his cock so well begging for more. He wanted to make you lose yourself, he wanted to make you forget everything else, wanted you to only be able to scream his name. He slowed his pace down but started rolling his hips as he thrusted into you reaching divine places inside of you that made your toes numb.

“Baby girl, I wanna do something... to you, with you. Would you let me show you?” You looked at Chris a bit wide eyed unsure of what he meant by that but you said yes. Even though you had only just met Chris, you trusted him because you knew if you didn’t like or want what he showed you he wouldn’t do it and would be okay with stopping. Chris leaned over his cock still buried deep in your dripping cunt. He reached into his night stand again and pulled out a wand vibrator. As soon as you saw it you clenched around his dick. You had never used a toy with a partner before but you liked the idea of trying it with Chris.

“I think you might be trying to kill me.” Chris laughed.

“Are you okay with it?” You smiled and nodded.

“Absolutely.” Chris grinned ear to ear and set the vibrator down on the bed next to you. He grabbed your hips and started slowly sliding in and out of you again, teasing you, fucking you with enough force to make it feel really good but not enough to make you cum. Once you were lost in the rhythm of Chris’ thrusts, your eager hips meeting his every time he pushed into you, he picked up the vibrator, held it gently against your pussy, clicked it on the lowest setting, and started fucking you harder. If you had to bet money on the over under of the time it took you to cum once Chris turned on that vibrator, you’d have to guess about 5 seconds. It was like the finger of God came down and touched you. You had never cum so hard in your life. Chris clicked the vibrator back off and fucked you hard through your orgasm.

“Chris fuck, fuck, Ch-Christopher, FUCK!!” Chris slowed down and then stopped to feel your walls flutter around his cock as you shook uncontrollably under him.

“F-f-ffuck Chris! FUCK!” Your body contorted in pleasure as he gently ran his fingertips over your buzzing skin.

“You with me? You okay baby girl?” You shook your head up and down gnawing at your lips, coming down from the mind-blowing orgasm Chris had just given you.

“Talk to me beautiful I want to hear that pretty voice. Are you okay?” You finally opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“MMMYes, Chris I’mmm okay baby.” He smiled at the use of the pet name.

“Good girl, so good for me.” He leaned over and pressed kisses against your warm body.

“I’m gonna lay down here baby girl and I want you to climb on top of me and ride my dick like it’s yours beautiful.” He climbed off of you and laid down on his back. You got on top of him and sunk down on his thick cock. Before you could start moving Chris pulled you down on top of him. He gripped your hair gently, kissed you and then pressed his lips to your ear.

“I want you to ride my cock like it’s yours baby girl, because it fucking is. Now take it.” His words came out as a growl and it made your pussy gush around him. You pushed yourself up on his chest, braced yourself, palms down against his pectoral muscles and started riding him like a god damn porn star, grinding and gyrating your hips against his, taking his cock whole again and again. All Chris could do was hold on to your hips as you bounced on his dick.

“FUCK Y/N! FUCK! God damn baby ride it! Ride that fucking cock! Take it baby girl!” Chris gave your ass a smack as you continued to fuck his brains out. You sat all the way down on him, taking him to the hilt and started rocking back and forth, your clit, already sensitive from the multiple orgasms he had given you, rubbing against his firm pelvic muscles.

“Oh my God Chris you feel so fucking good inside me, so fucking DEEP!” You clenched hard around him and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Fuuuuuuck baby girl, you’re being so good for me, you’re my good girl aren’t you. So- fuck! So fucking good, gonna make me cum!” You closed your eyes, tilted your head back and ran your hands through your hair enjoying the feeling of Chris being so deep inside you, you moved your hips hard against Chris’, your cunt swallowing his cock whole. Chris picked up the vibrator again and pressed it against your clit and the spot just over his cock you were riding. He clicked it on and all the way up. You left your body, you were certain of it. You could feel yourself floating. It was instantaneous. As soon as Chris clicked on you were coming, contracting and squeezing his cock with your walls, the vibrations from the wand rumbling through his body as well. It was like his cock was buzzing inside you.

“CHRIS, CHRIS, FUCKING FUCK, CHRIS YES FUUUUCK CHRISTOPHER!!” You started squirting and Chris tossed the vibrator aside as he came hard into the condom while you drenched him. You twitched and shook as your rode his cock through the high. Chris sat up with you in his lap holding you close as he started to soften inside you.

“Fuck baby so fucking sexy! You did so good for me, made me cum so fucking hard baby girl.” He leaned you back and laid you down on the bed softly, his hands behind your head. He took off the condom and tossed it before laying down next to you, pulling you close and spooning you, running his hands across your sensitive skin again. You loved the way Chris’ hands felt on you, they felt strong and he made you feel safe. After he cuddled you for a bit Chris went to get cleaned up and grab clean sheets. When he came back he had a clean warm rag for you as well. You stood up on wobbly legs and wiped yourself off while he put the dry sheets on the bed. Once you were done he took the rag and the old sheets and tossed them in the hamper in his closet. You stood there like a new born baby deer unsure on your legs and not really sure what was supposed to happen next. Do you lay back down? Do you get dressed and leave? Chris interrupted your thoughts when he took you in his arms again and kissed your temple.

“Come here baby girl.” He easily lifted you up like a bride and set you back down on the bed before climbing in and pulling the covers over you both. He pulled you close again nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Is it okay if I hold you? I get kinda cuddly after I cum.” He let out a little laugh and you melted back into his hold.

“Yes it’s okay, feels nice.” As the two of you laid there falling asleep you remembered Chris mentioning when he first saw you, how you were nothing like what he expected and you realized, from when you first laid eyes on him at that bar, that he had been nothing like you had expected either.

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[weareapackofstrays]

A New Kind of Love: Chapter I

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 1,958

Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

A/N: This is my first fic ever to be posted and will likely not be great, but gotta start somewhere, right? I would love any feedback or thoughts (but please be nice or I might cry).

Song that was on repeat while I wrote this and thus became the title

Chapter I: Introduction Next

“Fuck, right there!” you shout as your nails dig into the hand gripping your waist.

“Like that?” Kyle, your usual drunken mistake, confirms.

“Yes! Ahhh,” you can feel your high fast-approaching. 

“God, you look so filthy like this, sweetheart! Gonna fill you up.” Your dress is pushed up to your waist while your breasts spill over the top exposing them to the cool air. Kyle admires your bare ass jiggling with each of his thrusts. 

You roll your eyes at your partner’s words and do your best to focus on your orgasm. It’s not that you hate the guy, you just couldn’t really stand him either. He was a frat boy and far from your type, but you were both drunk, horny, and he always happened to be conveniently around when you needed some attention. So fast forward to now, where you are currently shoved against the door of the upstairs bathroom of whoever’s house this was getting your guts rearranged. 

“I’m gonna come!” you announce.

“Yeah, come for me, baby! Come all over my big fat cock,” he preens as he slams into you.

“Kyle, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” He laughs while his tip kisses your sweet spot perfectly. You moan at the blissful sensation. His free hand grabs hold of your hair and yanks your head back suddenly. The unexpected force causes a groan to escape from your throat. Kyle begins to pick up the pace and gives your right ass cheek a loud smack. Just as the searing pain registers, you finally come with a gasp. He shoves your face further into the door as he works towards his own high. After a few more ruts, he empties himself into the condom and finally pulls out. 

“We gotta stop meeting like this, sweetheart.” Kyle smirks as he buttons his jeans and adjusts his belt. 

You pull up your panties and face him, “This is the last time, Kyle.”

“Sure it is, babe.” He gives you a wink and an air kiss as he turns to the sink to wash his hands. Even you could hear the lack of confidence in your voice. Ignoring his comment, you fix your makeup and hair, tug at the base of your dress one last time, and exit the bathroom. The two of you descend the stairs back into the chaos of the party. The music is thumping in your skull and the five hunch punches you threw back earlier are starting to get to you. You want to leave.

Kyle leans, more like stumbles, into your side and shouts, “Hey, I’m gonna get another drink. You want one?” You instinctually cringe away from his close proximity and loud voice.  

“Sure,” you say with a nod. After Kyle disappears into the crowd, you push your way through the partygoers and find the front door. 

Finally outside, your ears take a moment to adjust to the silence. It was dead quiet outside with scarcely anyone around, save for a few people huddled together enjoying a smoke. You take a deep breath and let the cold air sting your lungs. A breeze cuts through you and you immediately regret your choice in outfit tonight. Luckily, your house was a short walk away. You step onto the paved sidewalk and can feel your legs wobble slightly. Your heels were also not the best choice for a walk. Okay, Y/n, focus, you think to yourself. Taking a few more tentative steps, you find your stride and head home.

You moved into the basement apartment of an old brick house from the 30’s at the start of the semester. The main floors above belonged to some guys who you rarely ever saw and, honestly, probably couldn’t pick them out of a crowd if your life depended on it. You had only had a few conversations with one of the guys, Jisung was his name…you think. He introduced himself a few days after you moved in while you were checking the mail on the front porch. 

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“You must be our new neighbor,” you jump, taken aback by the sudden announcement. Turning to face the source of the voice, you see a brunette boy with round cheeks looking at you with doe eyes. He reaches his hand out to greet you. 

“Yeah…hi,” you say shyly as you take hold of his hand.

“I’m Jisung.” He flashes you a gummy smile.

“Y/n.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/n,” he says as he releases your hand.

“You too.”

“If you ever need a cup of sugar or a good weed guy-” Jisung waggles his eyebrows mischievously. “We’re just a few steps and a knock away.” He gives you a salute before going back inside the house. Well, he was adorable, you thought. You only ever saw his roommates in passing and had only exchanged a few words with Jisung since, but he was always kind to you. 

-

As you finally approach the house, you reach inside your pocketbook to grab a cigarette and lighter. Hands shaking, you repeatedly click the lighter, but it refuses to work.

“Shit,” you quietly say to yourself. You were about to give up when a figure steps out from the shadows and alights a bright flame before your eyes. After a moment of adjusting to the darkness you see a man standing beside you, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. You look at him bewildered, before you dip your head down. He holds his hand in front of you to protect the flame from the breeze. You take a drag of the cigarette and slowly exhale the smoke from the side of your mouth to avoid blowing in his face.

“Thanks.” He simply nods in response. You take a moment to look him over while he tries to light his own cigarette. He was broad, but lean with dark brown hair. He was also handsome, like super handsome. What the hell? Have you seen him around before? Surely you wouldn’t forget a face like his, right? He furrows his brows as he leans in closer to his flame. His sleeves are pushed up his forearms revealing a few large tattoos. You take note of his protruding veins and involuntarily gulp at the sight. He finally lights the cigarette and takes a puff before facing you. You peel your eyes from his toned arms to meet his. The man quietly smirks as he catches your roaming eyes. 

“I’m Lee Minho, by the way. I don’t think we ever officially met.” He gives you a lazy wave rather than a handshake. 

“Y/n,” you wave back and internally cringe at yourself. “You’re a roommate of Jisung’s?”

“Yeah, I live,” he turns around and points to the top window on the right. “Right there.”

“Nice,” was all you could think to say. You look away and take another puff of your cigarette while rubbing your temple. The consequences of tonight’s actions were swiftly starting to catch up. 

Minho stirs you from your thoughts. “I didn’t know you smoked.” You’re taken aback by his assumption. He notices your confusion and clears his throat. “I just mean I never see you out here,” he says awkwardly. “And I assume you wouldn’t in that tiny basement.”

You consider momentarily whether or not he was insulting your apartment before speaking. “I..I don’t usually. Honestly, just socially or when I’m drunk.”

He slowly raises his eyebrows as he exhales some smoke. “Are you drunk right now?” His face furrows again. You wonder if that is his natural state.

“Maybe just a smidge,” you make a pinching gesture with your fingers and lightly giggle.

His face turns serious. “You shouldn’t be walking around this late at night by yourself, especially if you’re intoxicated. Something could happen to you.” You’re amused by his interest in your safety. 

“Yes, daddy,” you say back a little too sarcastically. 

Something shifts in his eyes though you can’t quite make out his expression. You feel his eyes bore into you despite part of his face being hidden by shadow. You, on the other hand, are at a disadvantage as the beams from the street lamp illuminate your face. Minho can see the pink rapidly forming on your cheeks. Trying not to cower at his intense stare, you hold his gaze for a minute before he finally breaks the tension.

“Do you normally dress like this in the middle of November?” He gestures to your tight, short black dress.

“I was coming from a party.”

“I gathered.” You scoff at his attitude. “Still, seems a bit reckless walking around without a coat.”

“What are you? The weather police?” You stand up a bit straighter and cross your arms.

“No-” You cut him off before he can continue.

“Does the way I dress bother you?” Officially annoyed, you can feel yourself getting worked up. Maybe you are more drunk than you originally realized.

“No.” Minho’s expression remains emotionless as he can see the anger rise in you. Taking a few wobbly steps towards him, you point your finger into his chest and ignore how solid he feels beneath to continue your beration.

“I can dress however I want regardless of the weather. I can also casually smoke a cigarette or drink a few drinks whenever I want and I don’t need anyone judging my actions, let alone a man I just met 5 minutes ago.” You slightly sway as you retreat from him. Minho gently places a hand on your right shoulder to steady you. The warmth from his touch sends a shiver down your spine through to your core.

“Okay, princess. Whatever you say.” You wrinkle your nose at the pet name and he notices your disapproval. 

“Okay, princess,” you say back in a mimicking tone.

“Do I need to help you get to your apartment?”

“I’m fine,” you brush his hand off your shoulder with your own and feel your stomach flutter at the touch. You curse yourself internally for being so affected by this annoying handsome man.

“There are stairs and you’re in,” he looks down at your 4 inch heels and points. “Those.”

The audacity of this man right now. “Now he judges my choice in shoes!” You tsk and throw your hands in the air. “I can see myself all of 10 feet to my front door just fine without you. Thank you very much.” You take one last drag of your cigarette before throwing it to the ground. Your front heel presses firmly into the bud to snuff out the embers. Once out, you bend down to pick up the extinguished bud. Minho takes a moment to admire your bent figure in front of him before you stand up again. 

“Wow, a feminist and she doesn’t litter.” You walk past him ignoring his comment. “Good night, Y/n. It was nice meeting you,” he says with sarcastic cheer.

Still walking away, you lift your hand up and flip him off as you head to your door. He shakes his head laughing as he watches you arrive safely. He takes one more drag from his cigarette before turning in for the night.

Holding the knob you pause before entering. You listen for his steps as he walks up the porch to his door. You try to clandestinely peek around the corner to get one last look at him. Minho is about to twist the handle when he feels your gaze. He looks over and catches your eye. Before you can see his reaction, you quickly look away and open your door. Slamming it shut you lean against the cold metal and exhale. Your heart starts fluttering in your chest.

Fuck.

MASTERLIST

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I will try to post Chapter II tomorrow.

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[minsungjinho]

Sorry my minds in the gutters but can you do like Felix or hyunjin is eating the reader out and the others walk in and he asks them if they want to join ?😂😭so sorry

yes. that’s all I have to say🤭

I wish I could have made it longer but college is kicking my ass!¡

word count 4.5K (skimmed proof read)

ft. hyunjin, lee know and jeongin

warnings below the cut - MDNI

warnings: female reader, oral, fingering, overstim, gangbang? protected & unprotected sex, handjob, biting, face fucking, pet names, slight degrading? lmk if I missed any

The road to becoming an idol wasn't an easy one, but at least you had your dorm mates to help you acclimate to the busy schedules and constant criticism.

Amongst other things.

Currently, your fingers were clutching at the blonde boy's hair, back arched and slightly damp with sweat. His tongue was working wonders on your clit, exploring every ridge and crease you had to offer.

Small, deep moans left his lips along with yours. It made you even more hot and bothered how much he enjoyed this also. His tongue lapped you up over and over, eventually teasing at your entrance once he could feel you dripping.

“F-f-f” Was all you could stutter, his name not daring to leave your lips.

He hummed in question, his textured tongue dipping into your core as he did so. Your body tensed lightly, then relaxed as he started to push it deeper inside of you. Each of his hands were on your knees, keeping you pried open with his arms wrapped around your thighs.

The tip of his petite nose was grazing your clit as he bobbed his tongue in and out, swallowing your essence dutifully, as if were his sole purpose to do so.

Your orgasm was dangerously close, too close for comfort while his face was so close to your cunt. You tried wiggling away, digging your heels into the mattress in an attempt to escape.

“Felix..” You whimpered, trying your best, but failing miserably, to escape from his grasp.

You’d never had an actual orgasm from someone eating you out before, it was too much. He hummed again, the vibrations of his low voice making your body shudder in delight.

“Please..” You were whispering, begging over and over again though you weren’t sure what exactly it was you wanted from him.

You lifted your head slightly to watch as he ate you out so deeply, hungrily- his hair bunched up and messy from your fingers intertwined in it. His hips slowly rolled into the mattress below him, you could imagine how his small little whimpers would sound as his dick hardened from the friction, if it weren't for his lips suckling around your clit that is.

Your body jolted immensely as your high started to run through you, Felix’s fingers making their way to your sopping wet hole to help you ride it out for as long as you could. Your fingers were numb, toes curled up tight, and breathing at a standstill as he messily toyed with your clit with his teeth.

“Yongbok-ah!” You thought you heard, though your ears were still ringing as your orgasm continued. Footsteps were walking towards his bedroom door.

Your body was still tensed around his fingers, your walls clamping against his fingers, bringing moans from his chest into your heat. Could he not hear whoever it was walking down the hallway? Were you losing it?

A second wave started rolling through you, his fingers gliding against the gummy part of your soaked cunt. Nothing could even remotely disturb you from how blissful you felt underneath this man, shaking with pleasure while he licks you clean.

“Yongbok-ah.” The voice starts again, from behind the bedroom door. “I’m craving some of your brownies.” The doorknob was turning, your body still utterly exposed and shaking from pleasure. “Can you make me so-” The voice trailed off, the door open about 45 degrees into the dimly lit room.

Your face was bright red with the heat from your high, but also from light embarrassment as you could feel their lingering on your body. Hickeys and bite marks were littered all over the skin of your breasts, not to mention the boy between your legs.

“Hyung,” Felix said with surprise, a raspy twinge in his voice while he wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. His other hand still held your leg open wide.

You didn’t dare open your eyes, the exhaustion from two simultaneous orgasms weighing you down. Despite being intimate with almost all of the boys you still felt embarrassed when they saw you so vulnerable.

“Having fun, Y/N?” The voice at the door questioned, breaking into a chuckle. You now realize it was Hyunjin who stumbled into this rather messy situation.

“Hyung,” Felix said again, but with a hint of frustration in his tone.

“Not even going to offer to share? Naughty Lixie.” Hyunjin teased as more footsteps were gathering at the door frame.

At this point your arms were wrapped lazily over your face, trying to hide how utterly fucked out you were. Felix sighed, running a (wet) hand through his hair.

“What are you idiots doing- oh.” A third boy was now huddled around the doorframe, peeking in at your rather inappropriate activity.

Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Lee Know were all taking in the sight, looking at your blazing hot skin and Felix’s face smothered with your juices.

“What do you want me to say?” Felix started. “Come on in? Join the fun?” His voice was now aggravated and full of sarcasm as he sat up on his knees, the bulge in his pants far from concealed.

“Yes, actually.” Lee Know had rebutted, crossing his arms.

“Wait, why does Felix get to… you know.” Jeongin muttered questioningly, looking at his older members in slight shock. His face was bright red, just like yours.

“You haven’t?” Hyunjin scoffed, turning to the youngest.

“You have?” Both Lee Know and I.N. asked back with surprise.

Hyunjin didn’t answer but looked over to Felix who was now pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Well?” Jinnie asked the brownie boy, arms crossed but an imprint of his dick against his sweatpants.

Neither you nor Felix had known that any of the members were home. All of the lights were off, and it was silent for once.

Felix lowered his hand from his face, looking into your eyes that peeked out from between your arms. Your thoughts were more collected now, and the enjoyment of your orgasm faded completely. You shrugged, feeling too small to speak.

“What she says, goes,” Felix grumbled, lifting the hem of his shirt and bringing it over his head. “And don’t get in my way.”

You felt the arousal build between your legs again, the thought of four boys having their way with you clouding your mind. You’d never have imagined fooling around with Jeongin, feeling as if he were your little brother or something like that. That thought disappeared when you looked over and saw his dick pressed against his pants.

Felix had already taken off his pants and boxers by the time your eyes had returned to him, his hands gliding up your legs. He stopped at your hips, pulling you further down the bed. Fingers that weren’t his were now trailing across your jaw.

“Eyes over here, angel.” Hyunjin was squatted next to the bed, hand pulling your face towards him as he spoke. “We’ll be gentle, yeah?” The grin on his face said otherwise.

“If you feel uncomfortable, we can stop.” Lee Know chimed in from behind Jinnie.

“Yeah, you’re running the show tonight, pretty girl,” Felix added, slipping the condom over his dick and tossing the wrapper.

Your eyes gravitate toward I.N. who was still at the doorway. Hyunjin followed your gaze and chuckled. “This will be a first for him.” He whispered, winking at you before standing and releasing his hold on your jaw.

Lee Know’s sweatshirt was now on the ground, and Hyunjin's hand were untying the knot from the strings of his sweats while Felix lined himself up with you.

You turned your gaze back to Felix as his tip prodded your entrance.

“Fuck,” He muttered. “Still so wet.” He pushed his cock further into you, your eyes rolling back into your head as he stretched you gently. “And so fucking tight.” He groaned as he reached your hilt.

You moaned quietly as he pulled back out, just to slowly and deeply enter you again.

“Let’s see if the same can be said about her throat,” Hyunjin said with an audible grin. You looked back over at him, watching as he lazily tugged at his dick. “Open wide.” He said as his knees pressed into the mattress, sinking into place close to your face.

A sharp and fast thrust from Felix causes you to arch your back and let out a silent scream, mouth open wide with your head pressed against the bed.

“Yeah, that's it,” Hyunjin mumbled while bringing the throbbing tip of his dick onto your lips.

His free hand gripped at your scalp, turning you toward him fully in order to bury himself into your throat. Tears started to form at the corner of your eyes from how long he was, making you gag a bit while sinking his length past your lips.

Felix eagerly thrusted into you over and over, his breathing erratic with deep yet quiet moans escaping from his chest. His nails were digging into your hipbones, sure to leave bruises as he used them for leverage.

“Mm, Yongbok was right.” It was Hyunjin’s turn to moan in pleasure, his hips rolling back and forth with his length gliding in and out of your throat.

The eldest of the boys sat at Felix’s desk, simply watching the encounter happen. He looked over at the youngest who was too busy trying to hide his hard-on.

“Just going to sit there and watch?” Lee Know teased, a wicked grin on his lips.

“I-I mean- H-” I.N. stuttered and his face grew as red as a tomato.

“Just go touch her, don’t make it complicated.” The eldest nodded over to you, where one man was having his way with your mouth and the other was grinding his dick as deep as it could go.

Jeongin made his way over to the opposite side of the bed as Hyunjin, standing over you with his body stiff and awkward. You felt bad for the poor boy, who has probably never had his dick even looked at by another woman before.

Despite the fact that you couldn’t quite see him, you reached out for him, hand grazing over his upper thigh. Hyunjin’s cock made you cough and gag, moans still escaping from your lips despite that. Your fingers made their way to the youngest’s crotch, palming him through the fabric of his pants.

A small whimper came from him, leaving you feeling empowered despite your position. Felix’s thrusts became more erratic, his moans and sighs of pleasure getting louder and more frequent as he buried his cock into you. You felt yourself getting warm, too. The knot in your stomach starting to build pressure having two dicks use you like a toy.

Your fingers reached the waistband of I.N.’s pants, tugging on them to signify that he should remove them. As he did so, Felix brought his body over you, his forehead resting against your chest as he brought your nipple into his mouth.

“So fucking good, Y/N” He mumbles around your breast, relentlessly pounding into you.

Your moans are catching in your throat, making Hyunjin twitch in your mouth with his bottom lip between his teeth. The eldest was still spectating from a distance.

A hand grabs at your own, Jeongin’s you figure out after feeling the warm and slightly sticky length under your fingertips. Once you start slowly pumping his dick more precum starts to leak out of him. Felix is starting to become undone above you, his cock twitching and hardening even more so inside of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, his teeth roughly nipping at your tit in response.

“Such a pretty slut.” Hyunjin moans from above you, eyes never leaving the sight of your lips wrapping around his cock.

The stimulation is too much for you, but instead of letting it bother you- you let it bring you where you want to be the most. With three men groaning and grunting around you, your core starts to tighten and grip against Yongbok’s dick, making it harder for him to thrust deeply into you. Hyunjin is close too, or at least he’s enjoying himself because he’s now situated over you completely, his hands and knees on all fours as he fucks your throat.

Jeongin’s groaning brings you to your third orgasm of the night, moans and screams unable to leave your mouth due to how hard it's being stuffed. Your walls tighten around Felix’s dick so well that it causes him to blow his load in an instant, barely able to move himself inside of you at all. Your grip tightens around the youngest’s length, his breath hitching while he throbs against your fingers.

Your legs shake so badly that you are no longer able to hold them around Felix’s waist, letting them fall against the blankets beneath you. Felix’s hands rub at your waist, his forehead pressed against the center of your chest as he catches his breath, cock softening inside of you.

You’re lightheaded, unable to breathe fully due to the oversized length of Hyunjin pummeling your throat repeatedly. This adds to your high, leaving it lingering as Felix pulls himself out of you and I.N. starts to fuck himself into your hand.

The eldest walks over, a sly grin on his face as he replaces Yongbok’s position between your legs. He’s still fully clothed, but unable to hide his boner beneath his clothes.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks rhetorically.

His fingers dance around your thighs, pinching them gently and rubbing the sore spot afterward. Jeongin picks up speed, and Hyunjin stills in the back of your throat with a loud, growling moan, your nose pressed against his stomach as he gags you completely. His seed is running down your throat, warm and plentiful enough to be able to tell. You gasp for air, unable to breathe while he’s reveling in the feeling of your throat closing in around his cock.

He slowly removes himself from your mouth, Jeongin still oozing copious amounts of precum into your palm. Felix appears back into your sight, a damp washcloth held out for Hyunjin to wipe your face clean.

“You did so well, angel.” His cheeks were flushed and his forehead had many beads of sweat threatening to fall down his skin. The warm cloth is brought to your face, gently wiping at your lips and jaw.

Once you’re cleaned up, and Hyunjin leaves your side you bring your attention back to the maknae. He’s a panting mess, his head tilted back with one hand gripping at your wrist tightly. You add more pressure, causing him to let out a whimper that makes you shudder.

Despite what your body has been through, you feel the need for just a little bit more. Lee Know is still toying with you, his fingers collecting your slick and bringing them to his lips for a taste.

“Jeongin,” You whisper, barely able to be heard by the raspy and raw tone of your voice. “Hey.” You pull your hand away, a disappointed look arising from his face.

“Will you fuck me?” You ask quietly, the eldest’s eyebrow lifting in surprise.

I.N.’s face becomes surprised, breathing still erratic from how close he was to cumming all over your hand.

“You heard her,” Lee Know interrupted, eyeing the youngest down. He rolls his eyes at the lack of Jeongin’s movement, turning around and grabbing a condom from the box Felix had left on the dresser.

I.N. unwrapped it, carefully rolling it down his length as Lee Know situated you like a doll. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling himself under you and bringing each of your knees to either side of his waist.

He was still fully clothed, but you were intrigued to see where this would lead. His legs dangled off of the edge of the bed, your arms shaky as they held your body above his chest.

“I wanted an up-front seat, VIP treatment.” He whispered into your ear, the youngest boy walking behind you. You felt your pussy tighten at his words, still sore but eager for what was to come next.

“Hyung, what are yo-” Jeongin tried questioning.

“Go ahead, I.N-ah. Give Y/N what she wants.” Lee Knows demands to the maknae brought a chill down your spine, your bottom lip finding itself between your teeth.

As Jeongin steps close and starts to situate himself, Lee Know collects stray hairs from around your face and soothes them down. He rubs at your cheek affectionately, smiling genuinely before he speaks.

“I’ve been waiting for a night light this.”

Before you can respond or even react, Jeongin has pushed his length against your core and starts pushing his way into you.

Your fingers clench at the blankets below you, head dropping and almost hitting Lee Know’s face in the process. The eldest pulls your chest onto his, your ass high up in the air for the youngest to get the full view as your cunt wraps tightly around his dick.

He lets out airy moans as he reaches your hilt, hands trembling on your hips while he pulls out briefly before shoving his way back in. If Lee Know hadn’t pulled you into his chest, you would have collapsed there.

Minho brings your face into his hands, watching you for a moment as you take his friend's dick from behind. He pulls you into him, his plush lips pressed against yours that leak small whimpers and moans. Jeongin picks up speed, gripping at your ass as it jiggles and bounces with each thrust.

Minho’s tongue grazes your bottom lip before shoving past it, dancing with yours as your breathing picks up. One hand leaves your face, traveling up to your hair and gripping gently at it. You moan into his mouth at the slightly painful pleasure, mixed in with Jeongin finding your sweet spot.

He hits it over and over, the gummy tissue inside of your walls starting to throb along with your clit. You grab for Lee Know’s hand, bringing it up to your cunt and hoping he will be nice for once.

“Feeling touch starved, kitten?” He grinned against your lips before collecting a bit of slick and rubbing at your clit.

Your body jolts, the mixture of penetration and clit stimulation causing the warmth in your stomach to come back harder than before. The eldest removes his lips from yours, your moans now being heard throughout the whole dormitory and probably even on other levels of the apartment complex.

His lips wrap around your neck, sucking and biting roughly while Jeongin starts thrusting into you hard and deep, no longer fast and messy.

“F-fuck” Is all you can seem to mutter out, your body so close to being spent and collapsing completely.

Lee Know’s other hand meets yours, bringing it to the button and zipper of his pants. You try your best to undo them, the warmth in your core threatening to explode at any moment.

Jeongin’s thrusting ends and only small little movements into your cunt remain as he cums hard. The youngest slowly slips away from you, pulling out as he slumps into a chair in the corner of a room with his dick softening.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Lee Know speaks in just barely a whisper. “Can you handle one more?” His cock was free from his pants, no thanks to the help of you attempting to undo his buttons.

You gulp, slowly nodding as your eyes meet his. Hyunjin and Felix are clothed again, leaning against the desk side by side as they watched the two of you- their dicks hard as rocks again.

“Be a good girl and take this off for me, yeah?” He pinches at his shirt, a small smile on his face as he kicks off his pants and underwear.

You do your best to lift it over his head, your limbs feeling like jelly. He is fully naked underneath you now, something you’ve been eager for since he made his way over to join the party earlier.

“Hmm,” He hums, looking you in the eyes. “Let me take you raw?” He half asked, half stated. His eyes held both the intensity of a wildfire, but also the calmness of a still lake on a summer evening.

You hear I.N. stand up from his seat in the corner, fully clothed again as he joins the other two boys at the desk. However, your eyes don’t leave Minhos, and without thinking too much about it you nod before bringing your lips to his.

So far you’ve had two dicks fuck you tonight, Felix was perfectly curved with the perfect amount of length to satisfy, Jeongin was a bit longer and poked your cervix gently.

Lee Know’s cock pushed into your walls and brought your mouth wide open, thicker than the other boys, this wasn’t to say he didn’t have the length to go along with it- he was very well endowed.

He wasted no time with you, pushing down on your hips as he stretched your walls wide. Your face falls into the crook of his neck, biting down as he slides himself raw through you. An almost growly groan leaves his lips once he reaches your hilt, your cunt sucking him in and trapping him there.

Whimpers of pain and pleasure could be heard from you, lips quivering as he pulled himself out just so slam back in much more forcefully. The other boys had been relatively gentle with you, only getting a bit hectic when they were close to the finish line.

Minho had other plans.

He didn’t even bother to get you to ride his dick, power-bottoming you like there was to be no tomorrow. You got wetter and wetter, juicy squelching noises filling up the room for the others to hear.

“Jagiya,” Minho started, his breathing quick as he fucks you from below. “Still horny after all this time? Such a cock slut.” He whispered that last part to you, a loud and whiny moan ripping through your chest.

Lee Knows arms wrapped around your back, pulling you closer into him as he thrusts wildly with no regard to how loud the clapping noises were.

Your ass jiggled every time he pounded into you, your tits would have too if he weren't holding you so tightly. His thrusts weren’t calculated or meaningful by any means, but fast and deep as he was chasing his own high.

He keeps fucking you like this, sweat starting to collect on his hairline, and both of your juices creating a small puddle on the blankets.

Needing more, Minho flips the both of you over, your body now under his as he towers over you.

“On your stomach, kitten.” He demands softly, one of his hands groping your chest with his dick still throbbing inside of you.

You follow his orders, slowly and shakily rolling over face-first into the bed. He slides his dick back in no more than half a second of it falling out, no warning as he drives himself into you.

He hit you the deepest he had that night, the pain of your cervix bruising bringing a whole new sensation of pleasure to your groin as the heat started to warm your insides. Your hands tried clenching at something, anything, only blankets and pillows within reach.

Minho notices, bringing a hand over yours and interlocking his fingers with a tight squeeze. His thrusts were more melodic now, the new position allowing him to wreck you even harder than he had been. He left little bite marks all over your back, sucking on the skin just a bit until a light pink mark formed.

His moans were angelic, like the feeling of finding a unicorn, or the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Lee Know was not in a sassy, wicked mood. To see him enjoying himself, enjoying you made you practically cum right then and there.

Your walls sucked him in more, his grunts of pleasure and hard work bringing him close to the finish line. You did your best to push yourself into him as he thrust, but your legs still felt like jelly and you were also far too close to finishing.

“Are you gonna cum for me, darling?” Minho all but whispered into your ear. “Or are you just going to sit there looking all dumb and fucked out?” His grin could be heard through his words, cut short by your cunt clenching around him.

“Fucking Christ, how can you still be so tight?” He resumed biting into the skin of your back, right between your shoulder blades as his pace quickened.

You were toppling over the edge, the ridges of his cock brushing against your most gummy, sensitive areas inside while leaving small little painful nips all over your body. It was painful, your last orgasm of the night, but you wouldn’t have traded it for anything after feeling his hot, sticky cum painting your pussy white.

“Ffuck-” He grunted, his thrusting becoming slow, deep little jabs as he unloaded himself into you.

Your vision was blurry, fading as you felt him use your cunt to milk himself dry. Your throat was raw, with no moisture whatsoever as you cried out in ecstasy. That was the last moment you had vividly remembered before waking up.

You had a soft, large teeshirt on and a pair of boxers. You were laid down in a different bed, neither yours nor Felix’s. Your body was sore and stiff when you tried to sit up, giving up after a few tries and only turning your head to see a sleeping Jeongin to your right, and a half-asleep Lee Know to your left. Felix was weighing you down, his chest resting on your hips with his head using your stomach as a pillow. Hyunjin was nowhere to be found.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” A soft voice spoke next to you. Lee Know looked over, a gentle smile on his face.

He was in clothes again, different ones this time- wet hair too.

“We tried waking you up to shower, but you didn’t budge.” Hyunjin walked into the room with a few glasses of water, handing one to you as you just barely sat up, trying not to disturb Yongbok.

“And these two?” You nodded over to the younger boys, both sleeping hard while cuddling against your body.

“Looks like you tired them out.” Lee Know scoffed and sighed. “Now they’re sleeping in my bed.” His grumpy expression returned, causing you to giggle ever so lightly.

“Fancy a bath?” Hyunjin asked, a towel draped over his shoulder.

“I would love that.” You exclaimed, multiple areas of your body feeling sticky or sweaty. “If I can get up..”

The three of you laughed loudly, waking the two boys from their peaceful sleep. You had all agreed to order Chinese and spend the rest of the night watching old movies until it was time to sleep.

[sannirio]

trust me i’ll be good

WC: 1409

dom jeongin x amab sub reader (he/him/boy)

18+ MINORS DNI 「i’m serious」　

cw - non!idol au, dom jeongin, fingering, dumbification, temperature play, sub space, degradation, praise, severe overstimulation, boot kink?

A/N: hey! i’m back! sorry for such a long hiatus but i’m finally here. i don’t have anything interesting to say, i wasn’t kidnapped by san or got into a car accident. but i’m here! i hope you enjoy:)

{p.s} i've discovered im transfem and im now starting the process of transitioning, i might write a few afab fics here and there but ill still focus on amab fics. i love you all <3

“what’s wrong baby? you keep staring at my hands… does my needy little slut want me to use them?” jeongin looked amused, as he usually did when you got this needy. he was sat at his desk per usual, in a classic black waistcoat with matching slacks and a white button up underneath. a silver rolex adorned his left wrist. his sleeves were rolled up as if to say “c’mon you little whore let me show you who owns you.” it wasn’t fair how he teased you you were like this. how else were you supposed to react when this is how he looked. all you wanted to do in this moment was to feel his fingers inside of you.

he moved his foot slightly, giving you the subliminal permission to fall apart on his brand new oxfords. you crawled forward, pushing your aching cock against his shoe. the abrasive leather sent chills down the length of your cock. riding his shoe like a dumb little whore always made jeongin’s mind reel. it took him an army’s worth of strength not to push you up against his desk and use you right there, but the sight of his pretty little pet becoming a brain dead mess over the smallest things was all he needed to keep himself in check. jeongin lifted his foot up slightly, pressing the bridge of his shoe harder against you, forcing a yelp to escape your lips and a flinch to propagate your body. he chuckled at the result of his work “you’re so pathetic.” he was right too, your husband wasn’t doing anything but sitting there in his vintage leather chair watching a slut get all messy for him and here you were acting like a total slut at his foot. you wanted more though and he could tell. with how intently he was watching you cover his shoe in precum there was no way he wouldn’t notice your glazed eyes darting to his hand every few seconds. from the very start he wanted to push his index and ring fingers deep inside you but doing that right away wasn’t fun for him, no, he wanted actually needed to see his poor pathetic slut make a mess all over the floor before he gave you what you really wanted.

in one swift motion jeongin stole his foot out from underneath you mid thrust, purposely denying your sensitive cock the ache relief it craved. in half a second his hand held your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with the man who made you like this. he clicked his tongue and nodded his head towards his lap, signaling you to lay down ass up. you did so, shaking ever so slightly from how pent up you were already. jeongin’s hands ran down your frame making you shiver. “so gorgeous” he muttered under his breath, grasping your hips tightly. a wash of cold air hit your side as he took his hand off your hip. placing his middle and ring finger in his mouth he made his fingers all wet, so he could slide them inside his pretty boy.

laying across his lap you could feel jeongins cock throbbing through his pants, your stomach was right on top of it so every time it flexed, you felt it push into you. he wasn’t going to let you touch it however. he wanted to loosen you up first, after all how were you going to fit that monster in you to begin with. a build up of pressure at your ass brought you back to reality, being cock dumb really does make your mind go blank. “open up hun” jeongin whispered. you whimpered as he slowly pushed his middle finger into you, feeling his knuckles graze your ass before he pulled it out. sliding it in again, you could feel just how much he enjoyed doing this to you. even if his entire hand was cramping he wouldn’t stop until you were begging and crying for him to stop. you felt a second finger slide inside of you (his ring finger.) the feeling making you gasp slightly as he bent his two fingers into a curve. his pace quickened when he heard the pretty sounds he loved so much leave your lips.

three fingers were inside you now, stretching you out. the rhythm jeongin had set was perfect… for him, it kept you right at the edge of an orgasm. every half a second the jolt of pleasure from jeongin hitting your prostate made ripples throughout your poor body. at this point you were crying, tears streaming down your face. why was he being so rough, denying you the sweet release you needed right now. your cock ached so much it hurt, twitching constantly making you flinch every time it even brushed jeongins thigh. he could feel the mess you were making as it had seeped through his slacks. precum ran down his leg making him flex his fingers, a tingly sensation forming in his brain in the process. a simple “fuck”escaped his lips as the beed of precum made its way down his calf.

flexing too much made the ache in your cock ten times worse but you couldn’t help it. with how precise jeongin was, hitting your spot every single thrust, it basically made a pool of pleasure in your stomach, waiting… hoping to flood your body when the time came. “p-p-please c-cum n-n-n-now.” those three words were the only thing you could remember in the entire english language. somehow even a slut like you knew what you wanted, with how clouded your mind was, the average person would surely think you’d simply lost your mind. of course this amused jeongin. though he was aching as well, he wanted to see how his pretty little boy came

over him. “what do we say when we want something dear?” he spoke softly, in a way that was sure to provoke your dumb mind. like you were programmed to say it “please” limped out of your lips, almost like a soft breeze. “what was that baby? i didn’t hear you?” “p-p-please” you whined. the strength it took just to focus on that one word was immense. the pain and pleasure that was in control of your body was almost too much at this point. cock dumb wasn’t even adequate anymore; it was more like just plain slut brain. the “good boy” from jeongin licked your ears forcing you back into that purely blank state. all you could feel now was the relentless build up from his fingers hitting your g spot and jeongins knee pushing itself against your dick. moving back and forth slightly gave way to your build up. his long fingers kept their pace, moving in and out of you at just the right speed. the sound of his hand hitting your ass filled the room along with your moans and whines. his free hand took hold of your hair forcing your head up so he could look you in your beautiful clouded eyes. “be a good boy and cum for me.” he cooed, forcing one last thrust deep inside against your spot. that single push was enough to break down the dam that held back every ounce of build up that was being stored. for how long you’d been at his mercy, your sensitivity was overwhelming. it hurt to cum, but you needed to. it hurt so much but it felt so good. your body contracted as you came, tears streaming down your face like rivers of the word pleasure.

once you’d finished cumming, and your high settled down, jeongin slid your legs down and hoisted your body up, turning you in the process so he could face you. “are you ok my sweet boy?” he spoke so softly, it was angelic. you nodded, your brain was still a little hazy but your senses were coming back one by one. a big kiss was planted on your forehead as he caressed your face. “did i hurt you at all baby?” “no…” you shook your head once again “but i do feel sore.” “ok hun, we’ll have a bath together ok? i’ll be gentle while im cleaning you i know you’re still very sensitive.” giving him a peck on the cheek you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him the go ahead to sweep you off your feet.

(not edited if there’s a mistake lmk)

sannirio©

inspired by the lyrics of~

[newhope8]

Jisung Stories🐿

Some of these are where the happy Quokka is a virgin, some where both the y/n & he are first-timers & some where it's neither of their first time. I will do my best to specify in a (...note...) after the title of the fic in this list. If it's a story about him I've read on AO3, I'll designate that in the note too. Happy reading!! 🥰

This post has been happily curated by me & is dedicated to @moonlightndaydreams, upon request.

Lose Yourself in Me - by moonlightndaydreams (AO3, first time for both the y/n & Jisungie)

Gen Eds - by old_enough_to_know_better (AO3, virgin Jisungie & more experienced y/n)

Best Morning - by minnieprincess (AO3, experienced Jisungie & y/n)

Everything from this point onwards can be found here on Tumblr. 🥰💕⬇️

Come My Way (inexperienced character[s]...)

Fuckery with a Custom Dildo (experienced character[s] ...)

Sweet & Tender Sleepy Sex (experienced...)

Sweet First Time (inexperienced ... college-type environment, Jisungie & his gf have their first pussy & dick moment ...)

Cozy Pink Socks (experienced ... Jisungie wears socks during babying session with the y/n ...)

Just the Tip (experienced...)

Best Friends (experienced...)

My Dear (experienced ... friends to lovers)

Pillow Princess (slightly inexperienced Jisungie, more experienced y/n)

Wet & So Pussy Drunk (experienced...)

Top Riding (experienced...)

Tender Loving Care (experienced...)

Aftercare (experienced...)

I Need To Finish My Work (experienced...)

@queenmea604 @itshannjisung @frenchkisstheabyss @channieandhisgoonsquad @minnieprincess85 @hyunsvngs

[straykeedz]

𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟!𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: ???

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: ???

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝒘𝒊𝒑, 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 10𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 (40%)

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔2𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 / 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔2𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ;

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

🏷️ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 18 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒐.

☽ 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓

Chris wakes up feeling strange. Stranger than usual. 

His body is, like, impossibly hot and he’s sweating like crazy. Weird. It’s not like the weather’s particularly hot outside, and he hasn’t gone to the gym or anything, so why- oh. Oh, no. His rut, it’s coming. It must be his rut. He stumbles off the bed, bursting inside his bathroom to look at his reflection in the mirror - the mark is barely there. It’s so faint it’s almost imperceptible. All of a sudden, he feels the urge to call you and beg for your help once more, one last time - but he can’t. 

He promised Minho he wouldn't, and he’s not a traitor. 

That’s not how it was supposed to go. Chris blames himself - he’s such a coward. He should’ve handled this whole thing differently from the beginning. He should have told you everything from the start, because now he can’t stop thinking about you and - 

Breeding. Breeding. Breeding. 

He’s panting heavily, his strong hands gripping the sink as he breathes through his nostrils to stay calm and composed while he’s leaking saliva from his mouth like a rabid animal. It’s worse than he thought. It’s as if his whole body is on fire, and his cock is just so hard inside of his boxers, leaking copiously. 

Breeding. Y/N. Breeding Y/N. Marking. Breeding. Y/N. Breeding Y/N.

☽

-> 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

-> 𝐦𝐲 ☕️