#stray kids dream

[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── my muse..

pairing ||  hyunjin reader summary || if hyunjin could capture love in a photograph or painting, it would just be of you. genre/s || love trope. fluff. romance. angst. trope || hopeless romantic masterlist || stray kids as love tropes mina’s notes ||  just soft for this man, it's fine really. please enjoy ♡ 

The low beats of a song could be faintly heard by Hyunjin as his turn for hair and makeup was wrapping. Already he could tell that this was going to be different than the previous photoshoots they had. No one was ushering them around from station to station, shoving clothes in their face, and telling them to change quickly. No. This was a new atmosphere. While he knew there wasn’t anything else on their schedule, he still couldn’t believe how laid back the set felt.

It was only made clearer when a normally anxious Han was fluttering around like he would if they were in the comfort of their own studio. Laughter could be heard from the members who were waiting their turn. Hyunjin really didn’t understand why everything about this held a different type of energy, one he hadn’t seen from his members in a long time. The constant schedules had brought their energy levels so low for things like this. A usual hush that fell over them while they waited was replaced with light conversations and loud laughter.

Curiosity seemed to get the better of him once he was in his outfit for the shoot, causing him to wander off to see how Felix’s photos were going. Hearing Felix’s laugh as he turned the corner, he stopped as he found his younger brother laughing, eyes squinting shut with his small hand covering his mouth. The sound of shutters clicking immediately followed. Hyunjin watched as you stood from the crouch you were in, moving to show Felix the screen of your camera. He couldn’t tear his focus away as he watched his member’s face light up before saying something only you could hear.

For a brief second, he could see the blush that dusted your cheeks as you turned to move back to your previous area, a small smile tugging at your lips while your eyes watched the floor. Part of Hyunjin thought maybe it was just Felix feeling comfortable with his clothing and freckles on display, yet another part of him thought that maybe it was the atmosphere that you and your team created. Either way, he couldn’t help but smile watching the scene in front of him. Instead of going back to wait where their stuff was littered about, Hyunjin found himself inching closer to where you were busy working.

When it became Han’s turn to go, Hyunjin moved even closer to where you stood, wanting to hear the conversations, or lack thereof, that were bound to happen. It wasn’t you that he doubted, but he knew Han didn’t care to make small talk with strangers. Yet, he was shocked when Han skipped up to you, quickly explaining that he was excited to see what you would come up with, and he didn’t have anything in particular he was wanting to see. It was enough to make Hyunjin’s head tilt and attention drift to you, while you nodded your head, asking if he was more comfortable with standing or sitting shots. In a few short heartbeats, you had produced multiple options for Han to review. With your camera showing him the images, Hyunjin’s eyes were stuck on the monitor that showed the larger image of what you were showing Han.

A small gasp left his lips as he saw what you were capturing. Photos of Han in his most comfortable state, of him just being him. The him that the members got to see every day. The him that Han wanted to show people if he didn’t freeze up in a few moments. There was no added pressure to look a certain way, to pose a certain way. Only showcased the confidence that is brought out when he was on stage.  You were somehow capturing the members and bringing out their personalities in the photos, something no one they had worked with had been able to do. It impressed and inspired him.

As you returned to where he was standing, the same blush could be seen spread across your cheeks as before. You smile at him before focusing back on your work at hand. Hyunjin couldn’t help but watch the way you worked. Completed in awe at the way you were able to bring different things out in the photos without them having to change outfits, hair, or makeup. You were someone he wanted to learn from. Not even just in the form of photography but in the ways, you were able to see a version and execute it. You clearly had mastered some part of your craft that you were confident even no matter how many times the members made you blush through the day.

When the shoot finally wrapped after the group shoots, Hyunjin felt anxious to continue to be connected to you. He knew he wanted to keep in touch because of his desire to learn more from you. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. While he likely wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he felt his heart tugging him to make this decision. It scared him that there was a chance that you didn’t want to be friends with people you work with, but a small part of him hoped that you’d maybe say yes since he had lingered near most of the day. Hi Y/n! he greeted you as he approached. When your attention turned to him, he watched the smile light up your features. Hi! You simply greeted back, standing to face him. I was hoping, that maybe, I could get your number, he started before scrambling to say, to discuss photography. Also, art if you are into that. Or even just ask for tips on things, he was rambling and didn’t know how to stop so he ended it with, and, and, I don’t know, become friends? Why was he so nervous about this? A small giggle escaped you before handing him your phone.

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Time passed quickly whenever the two of you were together. It didn’t take long for the friendship to bloom. Moments together were usually spent at museums, exhibits, or a small coffee shop that offered privacy. They were few and far between, but it allowed him to ask you questions on your craft. It wasn’t long before he used the tips you gave him to not only improve his art but also apply it to his career. While he showed you pieces, he created, he couldn’t bring himself to show you the ones he created without anyone knowing.

The pieces that he felt didn’t quite capture your full beauty but were starting to get closer. With each passing day spent together, he learned how you adjusted your view on things. The way you tried to find beauty in everything and art in simplicity. In truth, it was how you were able to start to capture different idols in a more comfortable state without the extra things here and there that drew Hyunjin in even more. Yes, there were times when it was needed and called for, but many times you prefer to capture them in ways that allowed their fans to see the true version of themselves.  

It was why he started to paint you. You, who was able to capture him in a way that no one ever had. You, who was always behind the camera. His thoughts were left to wonder if you were ever captured the way you did others. So, slowly he tried to find a way to paint you in a way that showed you the way that he viewed you. If the soft smile that usually played on your lips when you reviewed a photo you took was ever shown to you. Or the blush that would creep across your cheeks when someone complimented you. Mostly, he wanted to showcase the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke of your passions and dreams.

Over time, you became the first person he called with news or when something happened in his day, both good and bad. When he got the news, he would be the ambassador for Versace, all he could think of was that he wanted to tell you. Maybe that’s why he called you so early, knowing that you had a shoot late into the night before. He filled the message in your voicemail, telling you everything down to the event he was to attend. You were the only person he wanted to celebrate with even though he knew that your schedules didn’t align for weeks to come.

When your schedules did finally work out, he walked into the coffee shop, a small bag in his hand, filled with a painting he felt was finally good enough for you. It was a present to congratulate you on landing one of the gigs you had been working so hard for. One that took you away from him for a few weeks, yet one that he was so proud of you for achieving. You slide across from him, a smile already gracing your face. Maybe it was how he was such a hopeless romantic, but he couldn’t help falling for you a little bit more with your messy hair. I ordered your regular, Hyunjin broke the silence as he realized that he even knew what your coffee order was. He knew he was in deep with you.

The time seemed to move slowly for once being with you. Hyunjin knew it was the nerves. The thought of giving you something so personal to him but likely to you too. Really, he didn’t want this day to end. His cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing with you as you got caught up on everything that happened since the last time you were together. It was something about your friendship, while you chatted when you could over the phone, nothing seemed to beat these stolen moments together. Only when Chan called did he know that he had to give you up to go work on the new choreography for the comeback.

Before you go, I got you something, you said reaching down to the black bag at your feet that Hyunjin didn’t even notice when you walked in. I wanted to gift it to you as a congratulations for everything you’ve been doing, the same blush he adored dancing across your cheeks. I hope you like it, you whispered before passing it over to him.

Would it be bad timing if I gave you my gift now too? Hyunjin laughed before handing over the bag he kept tight to his leg. If you were going to be shy, then he was going to be with you. This was a moment he hoped he could remember forever. Without even trying to open what you gave him, he watched your face as you pulled out the small canvas that Hyunjin deemed a good representation of how you looked in his eyes. He saw the way water lined your tear line as you stared at his art. When your eyes shifted up to him, he couldn’t help but smile at you before saying, I wanted to show you how I see you. The version that I don’t think you get to see too much. It was then that Hyunjin really wanted to capture you, tears in your eyes, a small pout on your lips, attention back on the piece he’d given you.

You should really open my gift, you half laughed trying to keep the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Finally breaking his attention off you, he opened the bag pulling out a small book. The cover was simple with a daisy embroidered on it. Flipping it open, he couldn’t help the gasp that came out of his mouth as he saw the first photo. A photo of him at an exhibit he had asked you to attend with him. The next was at the museum he tried to visit every time they rotated what they had. As he continued to look at the pages, he realized that each was from a moment you had spent together, but never once did they show him looking at the camera. Instead, it was moments of him looking more closely at something or wandering around in a space.

When his eyes drifted back to you, he watched you bite your lip, likely nervous about his reaction just as he was of yours. I love it, Hyunjin finally spoke, it’s, I don’t even have the words to describe it. Just as your smile began pulling at your lips, he couldn’t stop himself from rambling on, I really do like it. About as much as I do you, his eyes darting back down to his favorite photo. It was three heartbeats of silence before his head snapped back up to realize what he had just said. Only you were looking at him like you had stars in your eyes.

I like you too Hyunjin, you whispered as his phone buzzed on the table. Our next get-together will have to be a date then, he said as he moved to put the book in his backpack for safekeeping. It was routine for how these hangouts always ended, with one of you having to rush you. But he really wanted to make sure you knew that he was serious about that comment. I mean it. The next time we can, it’s a date.

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[channieandhisgoonsquad]

Oh hello…

I had another dream last night. Nothing spicy, but it did have Hannie in it. When I woke up I immediately sent it to @moonlightndaydreams because I always do to remember them. But, I fell back asleep after it and forgot about it until I reread it. Exactly why I send it to her right away 😂

I don’t know if anyone actually enjoys my dumb dreams so I’m posting this here to see if people even want to read about them? 😅

I know they’re dumb hahaha

Give me your honest opinions: @linlinaert @lyramundana @moonlightndaydreams @queen-in-the-shadows @queenmea604 @diorrxluvskz @caitlyn98s @stolasisyourparent @sweetracha @2chopsticks2eyes @noellllslut

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[what-if-nct]

I had a dream I ordered groceries on Door dash and while I was waiting for it I received a complete refund for it but it was still in the process of being delivered. I just ignored it but then there was a knock on the door and Hyunjin was at the door with my order and he handed them to me and I noticed he had his eyes on the cherries and I asked if he wanted some and he said yeah. He took some of the bags and followed me inside. And he sat at the table while I put the groceries away and just watched. He kind of just stayed and followed me around while eating random foods I bought. And he would just sit and watch me if I stayed in one place. We had dinner together in my room and the entire time he didn't say much just nod and smile.

[pigunnylove]

Black Skirt - Stray Kids Han Jisung ft. Y/N (NSFW)🆕

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Ugh, hi loves. I wrote this while I was training a new employee at work so yeah lol I don't have any lust for my trainee, he was just doing his own thing and I was in la la la land thinking about how nice it would be for Ji to fuck me silly. So enjoy? I wanted to thank everyone for the past couple of months for supporting this account! everyone has a special part to play in my writing and heart. so thank you my babies! Mwah! -Admin

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Black Skirt - Stray Kids Han Jisung ft. Y/N (NSFW)🆕

PLOT: Your best friend Jisung recently had been caught up in a rumor and involved you by saying you were his girl friend. His way of repaying you back for using your name was to take you to dinner. But things took a turn when he couldn't keep his hands off your thighs while wearing your favorite black skirt.

Genre: SMUT - NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI!!)

Warnings: Spitting, hair grabbing, vaginal sex, teasing, ejaculating without consent

Series: Completed 🆕

It was finally the warmest day in May since there wasn’t anymore rain or snow anymore. And all you want to do was wear something nice to work for once. So, you had decided to wear a little black skirt along with a white shirt that you had been hiding in the back of your closet recently.

Your best friend had promised you dinner tonight after work as a thank you for making you his fake girl friend in recent rumors.

"Come on y\n, I didn’t mean to do make you my girl friend, I just couldn’t think of anyone’s name but yours since your my best friend." Jisung whined as he began to drive.

You silently hummed staring out the window furiously trying not to think about it. But in all honestly, you had a thing for Jisung. The way he would always softly cup your cheeks when they were full from eating a snack like his. Or better yet, the day you caught his eyes raking your body from head to toe when you had changed into a bikini at the beach. His left hand tightly gripping the steering wheel of the car and other hand roughly rake his hair that was tossed.

"y\n…" He softly added looking at you for a few seconds. Your eyes instantly met with his as he had a stare in his hands that ignited something from the pit of your stomach to your core. "yes?" You asked in a small voice. You bite your lips a little as you try to not stare at his beautiful gummy smile when making eye contact.

"You look beautiful today." He added taking his right hand off the steering wheel to brush them against your exposed thighs. Instantly feeling his hot hands onto your cold skin, it made your womanhood ache. He usually didn’t do this to you but when he did oh god, he made you question whether he wanted to fuck you silly or cuddle you.

"I-ugh, thank you." You stuttered pressing both of your lips together and praying that the wetness between your legs wasn’t growing by the second. Jisung's hands still resting on your thighs, you grab the hem of the skirt and began to try to pull it lower to cover up your curves.

A small chuckle escapes his lips as he felt your nervousness. For some reason today you couldn’t deny that it was making you feel exciting.

"Maybe I’ve been just overlooking your beauty…you have to softest thighs y\n." He added taking a deep breath and releasing his hands on your thighs.

"My thighs is my weakest feature …you know how much I hate showing them Ji." You frowned instantly thinking about the last time that someone made fun of your stretch marks on your thighs.

"Please, any guy would be lucky to have those gorgeous things wrapped around his head while he’s tongue fuckin’ that little hole" His voice rang throughout the car as you felt your self grind against the car seat a little trying readjust your positioning.

Your breath almost being knocked out of you as you thought about Jisung laying you onto your back as he uses his hands to push back your legs onto your chest. "Fuck…" Your eyes shut tightly unknowingly as you squeeze you legs together.

"What’s the matter princess…is someone getting a little excited over me?" A soft hum escapes your lips in agreement but you shook your head in denial.

"Come on kitten, don't lie to me. I know that pussy is staining my leather seats right now. Don’t you wish that my hands were between your wet folds?” He teased reaching back over to my inner thighs and drawing small circles delicately with his thumbs.

"Ji- please …" You cried as you bawled your hands into a fist, trying to battle the need of his hands on you.

" I did nothing." He scoffed exiting to an unknown side road. "Skirt off and legs spread wide for me, baby" He demanded as he shut off the engine as the car face an abandoned building. His dark lustful voice made the hairs on the back of your arms raised as you felt another side of him that you haven’t before. Jisung had told you about stories upon stories of how he would make his little date beg for his cock as he placed two fingers in her and edge her.

Was that going to be you now? Who were you to complain? Your hands quickly hiked your skirt over your hips revealing see through panties that cladded over your wet cunt. "Oh ho, look what we have here." Jisung unbuckled his seat belt and reached over to you and pushed you seat backwards allowing you to instantly lay back.

Your eyes lock again with Jisung’s dark hooded eyes as he presses a hot kiss suddenly onto you, hands grabbing your neck and begging you to enter his mouth. God how you wished for this for so long. His hands crept into the opening of your blouse and cupped your perky buds. Thumbs flickering and squeezing them. "Jisung…I- I need you" You groaned slipping your hands to your clothed pussy, gently stroking your self.

"Need me for what? " He grinned leaning in to suck on your exposed skin, leaving soft reddish markings.

" I want to cum on your fingers…" You shyly added avoiding eye contact with him.

"See, was that so hard?" Jisung removed his fingers from your perky breasts as he added a bit of wetness from his tongue. Using his broad tongue to coat his fingers he greeted your clothed slick that’s been dying to be touched.

You instantly hissed at the feeling of his cold wet fingers push down at your womanhood. "Jisung, please don’t tease me" You cried grabbing his hands and pushing them near your slit. He chuckles deeply watching you beg under him. He never thought that his best friend would beg for him so easily. Even though he did now and then used his hands thinking they were your tight pussy taking him.

He leaned in carefully placing a kiss on the outer of your ear as he whispered to you, “Say the magic words and I’ll.” He continued to place soft nibbles on the nape of your neck until you let go of your ego and finally said it.

Jisung’s hands moving away from you as he placed them onto your nipples, squeezing them. “Ji, please fuck me so hard that I can’t think” You begged pulling him onto you harshly for a kiss. Crashing both of your lips together he skipped the part you wanted and began to unbuckle his pants. He swiftly unzipped his pants and bringing it down to his knees to rest. Jisung couldn’t take it anymore, he was going to fuck you and if he was going to, it will be his cock.

Jisung’s cock was nothing you’ve seen before. He pulls away from you to pull down his boxers and set free his enormous cock that spring free. His swollen leaking cock was begging to be touched by the way it curved upward and hit his lower abdomen from being trapped by his clothes. “Spit on daddy’s cock baby.” He whined grabbing your hair and dragging your face close to his swollen prick. You quickly complied with his request and spit onto the tip of the cock. The sight was so beautiful from his eyes. The way you innocently spat onto him, dripping from your thick lips onto the slit of his cock.

“Fuck” He groaned feeling the wetness touching him. You watched as the spit rolled from the head of his cock and down to his shaft making you smack your lips, wishing you could shove it in your mouth.

“Not today princess.” Jisung growled now using his other hand to pump his cock a few times before shoving you back onto the seat.

Jisung quickly runs the tip of his cock onto your clothed pussy that was drenched at this point. He knew if he kept this up you would be screaming the moment it enters you. “Please, please fuck me” You cried clawing at his thighs. Without a second thought, Jisung moves aside your panties shoving his cock in one full thrust into you. “Mother fucker! Your pussy is tighter than I thought y/n” He groaned sinfully as he tossed his head backwards trying not to pass out at the feeling of entering your velvet walls. You on the other hand yelped at the first moment he entered as you tried your best to settle with his thick cock in your small pussy. You have to admit that Jisung was the biggest you’ve ever fucked and it was going to be worth it.

Jisung began to roll his hips as he felt your pussy began to suck him in more and more. He spread your legs wide enough where he swore, he could feel his balls hit you but that was not enough. He wanted to fit every inch in that pussy and give you what you wanted. Jisung carefully placed one of your legs over his shoulders as you held one of his hands. Naturally, you stared into Jisung’s eyes searching for his emotions. Jisung’s eyes was dark and hooded just as yours. He was fucking hot; the way his hair fell into his eyes every time he pounded your little cunt. His dress shirt unbuttoned all the way showing his large chest and silver necklace that you had bought him for his birthday began to dangle over you. You smirked as you saw the symbol of your relationship between the two of you on his neck as he speeds up his pace.

“Daddy, you look so hot fucking me with the present I gave you” you teased biting your lips. He giggles as he spreads your folds with his fingers and wiggles him self into you the deepest, he has gone so far tonight. You swear to God, that he was hitting your cervix at this point and it felt like bliss. “JISUNG!” You screamed his name as he bites his lips staring down at you with sweat dripping. “Shh doll. Daddy is going to cum now” He added as he held your waist tightly pushing down as you felt him spill his hot seeds into your cunt. Jisung rides his high off as you began to clench around his cock, feeling your self cream mixed around his.

Jisung slowly closes his eyes and releases his grip onto you as he gently pulls him self out of you. “y/n…I-I. What just happened?” He smiled brightly as he closed his eyes. He sat up onto the seat trying to breath. “Jisung… I love you” You suddenly confessed sitting up and kissing his chest. “Y/n, I always loved you as a best friend and the love of my life.” He answered stroking your hair softly.

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[v4ntaekook97]

I had a pretty traumatic dream the other night and it ended with Stray Kids casually walking down a street near my irl house and me running into Seungmin's arms seeking comfort... which he happily if slightly awkwardly provided...

I don't know why I sought comfort in him, he's not my bias or anything. What is my subconscious trying to tell me?

I've got mixed emotions.

[kpopformylife]

This is my winter song

[jooheonspinky]

Kpop Dream Log 54: Bang Chan

 September 9, 2023, Saturday 

Bang Chan wanted to return to school to further his education. He’d been taking classes online, but for whatever reason, for this one course, he had to actually come to campus. I don’t remember what the course was, but he ended up being in my class. We were a small group, maybe 10-15 students, but no one seemed to recognize him. The course had both a lecture and a part where we were paired off and had to work together. Kinda like a lab. 

Bang Chan and I get paired together and I’m both excited and nervous. We end up hitting it off as partners and he becomes very comfortable around me. He’s always joking around and making me laugh. That’s what I remember most. He was smiling and laughing for most of the dream.

One day before class, I see his management team talking to him and I hold off approaching the building. For once his face is serious and he’s not pleased by what they are saying. Though I’m too far away to hear anything, dream logistics has me knowing that they are telling him he needs to tone things down with me because STAYS may think we are dating and it would bring scandal to the group and also they could lose fans because they would not be happy with rumors of him dating.

In class, he’s a little quiet and I try to give him space, but near the end, he invites me to go to a haunted house that night. Some of our classmates would be there, too. I agreed to go even though he had been a bit different that day. 

We are in line for the haunted house and he’s back to his old silly self again. He keeps grabbing my hands when he doubles over laughing or putting his hand on my shoulders.

Finally, I remark, “Won’t your team be upset with all this?” I point a finger back and forth from him to me. “Won’t your fans leave you if they see you like this?”

“Like what?” he counters. His face is a bit serious now, though he still has a little smile. “I like you and I like being around you. If my fans love me like they say they do, then they would cheer and support this part of my life, too, don’t you think?”

I shrug and he steps in closer to me so that his arms are around my shoulders and I’m forced to have to look up to see his eyes.

“I just…I don’t want to be the reason that your career and reputation get ruined.”

He hugs me to him and kisses the top of my head.

“It’s gonna be ok,” he murmurs into my hair. “We’ll be ok.”

I swallow thickly, shifting to his side when the line moves forward. We are now stepping into the house, but are still part of the waiting line. It’s dim in there, the “candle” sconces on the wall emitting a soft orange glow that barely illuminated anything.

Bang Chan tugs at my hand and starts to duck under the velvet partition rope and I look up at him confused, “What are you doing?!” I whisper.

“Come on,” he grins and helps me get under the rope. He opens a door and it’s a very small supply closet. “No one will notice we’re here.”

My heart is in my throat and I’m trembling a little with nervousness and excitement. “And what are we in here for?”

I can’t see in the darkness of the closet but I am pretty sure he’s smirking down at me.

“To do what I've been wanting to do for a while now…”

I don’t even get to question what he means. His hands are palming my face and his lips are on mine before I can say anything. We make out in the closet for a little bit and my brain is turning to mush, my legs into jelly at his sweet kisses. I wake up just as we are stepping out of the closet giggling like mischievous teenagers.

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Dream Log Masterlist

[atinystaywerewolf]

So I had a dream last night and in the dream Chan and his military group came to America and his group was put in my town, we fell in love and he saved me from zombies after he saved me he asked me to marry him and I did.

It got steamy in the dream and rather emotional.

It ended with Chan taking me home with him.

[yourblueuniversemysky]

So last night I had a dream that I went shopping for groceries with Stray Kids and there was this huge shop, more like a labyrinth and I remember them debating about how many soda bottles to buy. Then me and Hyunjin got away from the rest and started walking around like we were in a park or something and we started talking and getting all personal. It was soo cute 🥺

[imkyuni]

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summary: dry humping on your boyf turns into sex.. warnings: pet name “baby”, p in v (with protection, ofc), a little fingering, overstimulation, nipple licking / sucking (fem. receiving), as usual he's a tease. sex is kinda rough. word count: 1.5k

“i need you to ride my cock, baby.” he said as you continued grinding your wet pussy against his still clothed crotch. your lips, that were kissing and sucking on his neck, formed a smile as he said those words. your ego rising a bit as you felt him getting harder underneath you. his hands held your hips tight as he groaned against your ear, making shivers go down your spine.

“don't make me repeat myself.” he said in a more serious tone than before, as he started to get more and more impatient. you just nodded,

not making him wait another second, you moved away from his lap for a bit, giving enough space for him to take his boxers off of the way. his hard cock falling on his tummy as it was released from the annoying fabric that covered it.

you licked your lips unconsciously as you stared at his dick; his veins marking along his shaft, precum leaking from his thick tip. but as much as he enjoyed the attention he was getting, he couldn't help but want to feel your tightness around him already.

palming his thigh, he invited you to straddle him once again. your legs resting at both his sides and your hands holding onto his shoulders. your wet pussy slightly rubbing with his dick, making you let out a small moan from the friction, your cheeks heating up.

“always ready for me, aren't you?” he teased as he grabbed your hips, your juices making it easier for him to slide his dick in between your folds. as his tip hit softly with your clit, you felt yourself getting wetter and at the same time, eager to feel him inside of you already. “does it feel good, love?” he asked, his voice becoming a bit soft now. you hummed as you closed your eyes and began to move a bit faster. “fuck, baby.” he cursed before biting his lip; “needy, are we?” he teased once again, as he moved his hands from your hips to your boobs, squeezing them in his hands as he kissed your neck. leaving warm and sloppy kisses against your delicate skin at the same time he pinched your nipples in his fingers, causing your back to arch and stopping your moves for a second for the sudden action.

“you liked that?” he asked as soon as you two made eye contact.

“maybe.” you said timidly as you felt your pussy clenching, your juices almost soaking his dick underneath you.

“i see.” he said, “take off your shirt.” he commanded, giving you enough space to do as he said before grabbing your breasts in his hands once again, massaging them and circling his fingers around your nipples, feeling them hardening up as he did so. “is this okay?” he asked as he stared up at you. you nodded, moving your hands from his shoulders to the nape of his neck as you started playing with his hair. at the same time you started moving your hips back and forth again on his cock, causing the both of you to moan in unison. he then brought his mouth closer to your boobs, carefully licking one of them with his tongue, wetting your nipple as he did so. the warmness of his mouth making you curse under your breath as you arched your back to get closer to him with the intention to feel him even more. a new wave of pleasure running through your veins as he moaned against the delicate skin of your chest, his lips sucking and slightly biting making you close your eyes at the overstimulation. your hips moving as fast as they could as you craved for more.

“please make me cum.” you whined as you made him look up at you, “please.” you repeated, as you felt more and more eager as the seconds passed by. “fuck me.”

“just because you asked so nicely.” he said before holding your waist to help you rest your back on the bed. he spread your legs and caressed your thighs as got himself in between them. leaning towards his nightstand to grab a condom and sliding it down his shaft quickly before he teased your pussy with his tip, using your juices to lube himself. he rested his hands on your knees as he shoved his dick deep inside you, letting out a loud groan as he felt how tight you were. he waited a couple of seconds before starting to thrust back and forth into you, as usual going slowly at first.

“harder.” you whined, “you don't have to be gente, i can take it.” he nodded, lifting your legs up and resting them on your stomach, allowing himself to go even deeper. he held onto your legs and let himself get lost in you, pounding his hips roughly into you. the sound of his skin hitting against yours filling the room, along with the moans that left your lips, his head going fuzzy as he fucked you harder. groans leaving from him as well as every time he reached that sweet spot inside you, you clenched tightly around his dick.

“feels so fucking good.” he moaned as he tried not to close his eyes and look at you instead. he smiled to himself as he saw your face; your eyes closed as your head fell back against the pillows, your brows slightly furrowed from the amount of pleasure. biting your lower lip in an attempt to keep your moans back a little yet, some managed to escape from your throat as you couldn't help yourself from enjoying the way your boyfriend fucked you.

he parted your legs open again as he wanted to stimulate you a bit more, guiding his thumb to your already swollen clit, he started circling it around it as he continued thrusting his hips roughly into you. the overstimulation started to build up in your body and caused your legs to shake. but he kept you in place with his free hand, holding your waist tightly.

“wrap your legs around me, baby.” he suggested and you did, now holding him even closer to you. “good girl.” he said as he lowered his body onto yours and captured one of your boobs in his mouth again, licking and sucking on your nipple slowly, softly moaning against it.

“fuck.” you said to yourself as you felt a tickling building up in your body, your back arching as he continued to give you pleasure. “mmm, i'm close.”

“cum for me then.” he groaned against your skin, his lips brushing against your nipple and causing you to shiver underneath him. he then moved his mouth from your chest and up to your neck, sucking into it softly as he reached your chin, kissing it too.

you cupped his face in your hands as you wanted to feel his lips against your own already. you stared at them, the way they looked just so.. tentative. so soft yet so sexy and a little wet, a little swollen. not waiting another second, you connected your lips with his; taking the lead in a slow and erotic kiss, moaning in between as your tongue played along with his. at the same time, he could feel his cock throbbing inside of you as your walls clenched hard around his length; cursing against his lips as you both reached the edge.

his hips moved slower and slower until they completely stopped. he broke the kiss to let the both of you catch your breath again. he held your legs in his arms before resting them carefully on the bed, pulling out of you right after.

“how you feeling?” he asked as he recovered completely from his climax. you showed him a thumb up with your eyes closed, making him chuckle. he got up just to trash the condom he was wearing before going back to bed next to you. “you know we should probably clean up…”

“i can't move.” you said.

“are you sore?” he asked, as he got up a bit, reaching your legs and parting them open as he got between them. his breath hitting with your skin.

“what are you doing?” you asked, opening your eyes to look at him as you felt like your body couldn't take another stimulus.

“just wanted to give you a massage, that's all.” he said innocently before pressing a kiss on your leg. “i’m sure you'll like it.” he added as he started leaving a track of kisses all along your inner thigh, slowly reaching your pussy. “you can always tell me to stop, though.” he teased as he looked at you, waiting for a response.

your pussy already getting wet as he spoke, his tongue barely brushing with your pussy lips as he continued tempting you. your hips moving unconsciously towards him as you tried to get more of him.

“you’re such a…” you started but gave up mid sentence as he slid his fingers through your folds.

“sorry, what were you saying?”

“nothing, just…” you cursed, “don’t stop.”

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[andysorbit]

sometimes I'll start reading the most toe curling Jisung smut then suddenly something doesn't feel right and I go to the tags and it's han not park and I just laugh because then it feels like I came home and all the lights were off so I climbed into bed and had sex with someone that I thought was my husband but it was actually the guy who lives next door.

right neighborhood, wrong man.

[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── love beyond a door..

pairing ||  changbin x reader summary || being neighbors with you was easy for changbin, just like it was falling for you. genre/s || love trope. fluff. romance. angst. trope || boy next door masterlist || stray kids as love tropes mina’s notes ||  dedicated to Lu, my binnie lover. please enjoy ♡ 

At first, Changbin didn’t think anything of the fact that you would often arrive at your door while he was leaving his. It led to exchanged pleasantries, and usually a compliment thrown in from you about his latest performance or song. In the beginning, he was nervous once you recognized him, not knowing whether you’d share with the world where he was currently living. When a month or two passed by and nothing was leaked, he grew to trust you and slowly started to participate when you’d ask questions about his day or comment on something they did. Before he knew it, leaving his apartment was the favorite part of his day.

Maybe it was the way your eyes lit up when they looked at him or how you played with your fingers when you asked him about Stray Kids, but it didn’t take long for his feelings to start to develop. The more he learned about you, the easier it was for his feelings to grow. However, your relationship, if anyone would call it that, only consisted of these little moments in the hall before you both went back to your own lives. Changbin didn’t know why he couldn’t bring himself to see you outside of the hallway walls. Every time he saw you coming home from a night out, he would mentally note that you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. After almost a year of being neighbors, he thought he could work up the courage to ask you out to coffee, yet every time he saw you, the words died on his tongue.

The frequency in which he’d run into you changed over time, but your smile never changed. There were days when he noticed the light didn’t meet your eyes, and then there were days when you seemed to vibrate with energy. However, he hated the days you wouldn’t look at him in greeting, instead choosing to focus on the ground with a soft greeting as you quickly would slip into your apartment. Those were the days he wanted more than anything to have more than his trivial relationship with you. Changbin wanted to be able to make sure you were taken care of in your time of need.

When a day passed that he didn’t see you, he didn’t think too much of it. Perhaps your schedules didn’t align today, or you went out of town. It was the second day when he noticed that your door was slightly ajar causing his heart rate to spike in concern. Did someone break into your place? Were you hurt? Questions quickly entered his brain before leaving. What should he do? Since he didn’t have your number, he figured he’d check on the place just to make sure nothing was wrong then close your door and wait to run into you again. That seemed like a good plan, right?

Slowly peeking in, Changbin took note of the things that gave him a further look into your life. Photos and art on the walls. Things were stacked on various surfaces, the most notable was the small stack of take-out boxes on your counter. Taking a few more steps into your place, he saw you wrapped in a blanket on your couch, lips slightly parted as you slept. His heart couldn’t take the sight. You looked so precious curled up with your hair covering part of your face. Tearing his eyes away from you, he finally saw the empty medicine bottles and tissue box. This was the reason he hadn’t seen you. Before he knew what he was doing, he was moving around your place tidying up the different messes.

In an instant he was closing your door, almost all the way before heading to the store around the corner to replace all the empty things he took note of. It felt weird for him, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing this for you. From the glimpse into your life, he hated the way that you didn’t have anyone to take care of you when you got sick.  Before he knew it, was back in your living room, placing the new items on the now clean table. His lips tugged up to the side, seeing that you hadn’t moved out from the blanket that he draped over your shoulders. You were precious to him at this moment. Really, he wanted to be the person you called when you started to feel sick or needed anything at all.

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By the time you woke, the sun was no longer streaming through your windows, yet your room was still glowing from the lamp that was turned on in the corner. Maybe in your drugged state, you woke and turned on the lights before falling back asleep. Slowly, you got yourself to a sitting position pulling the blanket tighter around your frame. You hadn’t remembered falling asleep in but from the paused drama on the screen, you realized you didn’t make it very long after you’d the last of the medicine you had. A groan escaped your lips as you remembered you’d now need to go out to buy more.

The bright sticky note on your table caught your attention after you mentally hyped yourself up to get off the couch. Written in nice handwriting, you picked it up noticing the replaced medicine littering your table. Your door wasn’t closed so I panicked and came in… I noticed the empty medicine, so I ran to get you some more. I also tried to tidy up so you didn’t have to waste energy on it… I apologize if this is overstepping my boundary… or if this was creepy… your neighbor Changbin. Blinking a few times, you reread the note four more times to make sure you were actually reading it correctly. The adorable boy next door was worried about you enough to check on you and buy you more medicine? There was no way, was there? The sudden knock on your door spooked you back to reality as you got off the couch wondering if he’d come back.

Instead, you found a small bag outside your door and an empty hallway. Picking up the bag, you noticed another sticky note the same color as before. Setting everything down, you pulled the note off the bag reading over the same handwriting as before. I ordered you soup and a few other things. Try to eat before taking more medicine and going to bed. Message my number if you need anything else… your neighbor Changbin. At this point, you couldn’t stop the butterflies floating around in your chest. Unwrapping everything you sat back on the couch, eating the soup, before taking more medicine and sending a thank you to the number that was left.

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Changbin read the message from you every time he had a free moment in the studio. He worried that you would have found it creepy that he had gone into your apartment, touched your stuff, left, and come back. Yet, you thanked him instead. In truth, he didn’t really expect you to message him at all, but he was now over the moon that he had a different way to talk with you. When he didn’t see the light under your door when he got home, he hoped that you were able to sleep soundly through the night.

When morning came, Chanbin’s alarm went off earlier than he liked but rolled over nonetheless to grab his phone. He knew when he or the guys were sick, having food that you didn’t have to make always helped them speed along the process of healing. Knowing exactly what Minho would get the boys, he ordered something similar to be delivered to his house. Really, he should have had them leave it at your door, but he couldn’t help using this as an excuse to get closer to you. After a little bit, he was showered and knocking on your door with food in hand. Every rehearsed hello flew out the window when you opened the door hugging a blanket around your shivering body.

Carefully he shoved the food container in your hands before disappearing back into his place, grabbing the first sweatshirt he could find. In seconds he was back at your door, where you still stood, a small smile on your face as you stared at what you were holding. You didn’t have to get more soup, your voice scratchy from both the sickness and just waking up. Food helps you heal, Changbin replied as a matter of fact before handing you his sweatshirt, wear this today. It should help when you get cold. The fever must not have broken yet since he could feel the heat radiating from inside your place. Thank you, you whispered pulling everything closer to your frame. I’ll order you lunch since I have schedules all day. Once those are over, I’ll swing by with dinner, he spoke quickly, not leaving any room for you to say no. A small nod of your head was all you gave before backing into your apartment and letting the door click shut.

In the following days, the habit formed for Changbin to order you food early in the morning and bring it to you along with a new sweatshirt before leaving for the day. In between practices, he would find Minho to figure out which food would be best before ordering it to your place. After his day was over, he would knock on your door with food, medicine, and anything else that you may have needed. There were days when he didn’t have to ask you what you needed, instead you gave him that information willingly. He felt like it was a big step in your previous relationship boundaries of only talking in the halls.

Changbin wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do once you got over your cold, but for now, he was enjoying the time he got to spend with you. It became easy for him to fall into this routine of seeing you in the morning, calling you in the middle of the day, and then seeing you at night to eat dinner with you. He loved it, nearly as much as he was in love with you. Maybe he used this as an excuse to spend time with you, however, he watched the way your face would light up when he would show up at night food and drink in hand.

Weeks had passed since you had gotten over the cold that originally plagued you, and yet the constant routine that was developed during that time continued to happen. Even on nights when the members were with him, instead of going into their shared place, he would knock on your door, entering to spend the remaining hours of the day with you. Honestly, it had become so normal for him that he didn’t even realize he had confessed to you until he was curled up with you on the couch, a movie playing while your sleeping head was resting on his shoulder. Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow, on his off day, he would confess to you and make things official. Make this feeling in his chest permanent, because he just really loved you.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ tag list || @orchid-mantis-petals; @i-dontevenknowman; @deadcrow-donteat; @turtledove824; @hhwangsmoon; @kidrauhlschik

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

Dream Journal

Pairing: me x Han (it’s my dream 😂)

Warnings: none. It’s FLUFF.

Word Count: 616

Comments: my brain makes me dream random things. So here it is 🖤

So, I was playing this game during my break at work. But the game glitched really weird. I got mad and got off it. I worked at a school, and I realized I had left my cup for drinking in the break room.

While heading there, I was explaining to my coworker how the game had messed up. It was a solo game but for some reason when I went into a different building in the game there were these kid-sized NPCs (non-playable characters) that just started walking up to me and blowing up. Han was walking towards me so I stopped in front of him to show what the people in the game would do. And I just looked at him when I stopped a foot away and said “explosion!” And he laughed even though he had no idea what I was doing.

He asked about what he'd missed, and I told him I’d explain it if he walked with me to grab my cup. He agreed and turned around to follow me but he put his arm around my shoulders and so I grabbed his waist. I was freaking out internally because I don’t think we’d ever done this before.

Anyways, we walked in tandem linked together while I repeated it. He was so sweet. He knew the game and was also really confused about what had happened. The hallways were getting filled with kids going to their next classes, but we kept walking like that. When we got to the employee lounge area though, there was a weird set of tables outside that only had a narrow way through.

So, Hannie grabbed my hand while he waited for the kids to stop walking in front of us so we could dive through. He pulled me along and then we were in a long hallway going to the break room.

As he held my hand still, I was talking about how cute the valentine decorations were. He just smiled at me and told jokes while we walked. He was still holding my hand the whole time. We grabbed my cup in the room I'd left it in, and I saw someone had gotten boba tea. I realized that Han had been walking around with me instead of getting food for his lunch.

“Did you eat yet?”

He shrugged “I had a snack. I was going to actually get boba after work.” We sat down at a table filled with other employees talking about stuff.

“Boba sounds so good!” I said back to him.

“I can get you some if you want. Since I get done before you.”

I was visibly excited. He was sitting right next to me, and I had his full attention still even though we were just talking about tea. I told him I would pay him back if he does get me some. He put his hand on my knee and said, “No I want to get it for you.” And I started blushing.

He grabbed my hand and held it under the table while we talked to our colleagues, and I was talking to a lady next to me. I said something about Jisung and she said, “wait who’s Jisung?” And I leaned back into Han and put my hand on his cheek and tapped it a couple of times. He was so confused but I still said, “This funny guy right here.” He just laughed and put his head on my shoulder and the lady I was talked to just shook her head at us weirdos.

It ended with me saying that I would just leave early and go with him to get the tea. And Han got me blushing when he said.

“Sweet. So, it’s an official date, then?”

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[what-if-nct]

I had a dream I was at this field day\outside party, and I was sitting on the ground near the speakers and I was just vibing to the music as I was sitting with my head against a tent with my hair in my face then when I snapped out of it and looked up Hyunjin was on the opposite side sitting on the ground and he was just looking at me and in the middle of licking his lips. I panicked and just looked at my phone and every time I looked up he'd look away from me. Then my friend (@karetahana you were the friend!!) Sat beside me and we talked and tried not to talk about Hyunjin cause he was still playing look away. Then I was able to get the dj to play Doja Cat after my friend left. Midway through the song I started dancing, and my eyes were closed while dancing and when I opened them Hyunjin was just straight forward looking and smiling at me. I freaked out and ran away but somehow ended up in a room involved in a threesome with a goth couple and the door was wide open for some reason. I was just standing off the side in a dress I wasn't wearing before cause I was wearing a skirt and tank top. But the dress was black and kinda sheer with tie straps. Then the guy was calling me over and there were like a few people in there too I had no idea what was going on. When I walked over the party had just ended. But the door was wide open as people walked to the front door. So I ran to the door, closed it so I could be the only person seen because everyone but me was naked in the room. And I waved bye to everyone then Hyunjin walked through everyone to get closer to me and he waved bye to me and was so cute and awkward trying to make sure I saw him. Then I waved to him and watched as he left. And I left the whole threesome thing and called Kendall Rae, a YouTuber and I told her everything that happened with Hyunjin like we were in highschool.

[planetdream]

AN EVENING IN THE WOODS !

CHARACTERS ! werewolf!bang chan, human!reader

GENRE ! horror/thriller but barely, smut [minors dni]

WORDS ! 3.3k

SYNOPSIS ! on a drunken game night, you're dared to take a little stroll through the woods after rumors of a werewolf lurking through the town.

THIS FIC CONTAINS ! more thriller than horror i think. mentions of alcohol. being chased/stalked; mentions of being 'kept'. reader desc. wearing long skirt + called 'good girl'. smut [dubcon(?)—reader is basically being used. d/s dynamics—predator versus prey. possessiveness. [rough] sex in the woods. monsterfucking ig. large cock channie <3. pussy eating. facefucking. cumplay + creampie. belly bulge oops. dumbification(?) growling..] used the word 'beast' a lot oops. it gets weird idk

💌 ngl...i think i forgot how to write smut u guys... this is partially inspired by a brief part in house of leaves by mark z. danielewski, but like, not really at all iykyk. anyway, as u kno, i always appreciate feedback <3

There’s a big difference between vampire hunters and werewolf hunters. The creatures are different from each other in both ferocity and nature; thus, the study and hunt of them will differ based on several factors. Hunters of said creatures are expected to know what to do in situations in which they are faced with such foul beasts. You, quite frankly, are neither a vampire nor a werewolf hunter. Inexperienced to the point where you couldn’t begin to imagine what you would do if faced with anything that is such a monstrous terror, let alone a werewolf. Yet, here you are, prancing around the cold forest like a delicious piece of meat, praying that you don’t cross paths with anything—man or beast.

About a month ago, men and women alike began disappearing from town in the late hours of the night, not to be seen or heard from again. In the following weeks, numbers of missing people have only risen, leading many to believe that there might be a serial killer on the loose. That, however, was only until word got around that a town drunkard had seen what he could only describe as a ‘terrifyingly large rabid dog’. ‘It had to be about six feet tall just standing there’, he said, swearing solemnly, even vowing to quit drinking in an effort to portray his seriousness. The man wept, “It was one of them werewolves. I swear by it.” 

Only from there did word travel through the town. Though, no one believed the drunk old man, laughing at his testimony—‘A werewolf? In this town? That’s impossible’—some treating it as some fable, or a game, even. Which is what leads to you, alone, in the woods tonight. A fun game of truth or dare with your friends—being a chronic truth picker, tonight (with a little liquid courage) you decide that you want nothing but to humor your associates, you chose dare—turns into you blindly making your way into the dark forest with nothing but a lamp, pocket knife, and a few neon stickers to help you make your way back; and that’s only if you’re not murdered. 

By the looks of it, the surrounding forest is empty. The only sounds come from the rustling of tree leaves mingling together due to the wind, the sounds of birds squawking in the far distance, and the snapping and crunching of twigs and leaves beneath your shoes. You trek your way through the trees and dirt extremely unnerved. Nothing has happened at all, and although you’re thankfully still alive and breathing, making your way through the clutter of trees and dead wood, you cannot help but be a bit frightened about the dreariness and uncertainty of the situation. 

It’s a cold night, predicted to snow a bit; temperature dropping lower and lower with each hour that falls. The sun had set a while ago and the purple-orange hue leftover has now faded from blue into black. And while the stars are beginning to show themselves—pristine and beautiful—the dark sky only adds to the dreariness of your walk through the forest. The sudden additional silence is eerie, nature has stilled completely. Although the echo of stillness is inexplicable, unusual; it comforts you—knowing that you would hear your assailant coming, should you come close to being attacked. 

When looking at your watch, you find that you’ve only been in the forest for fifteen of the required thirty minutes—it’s very possible that you can go the distance, turning on your heels and deciding to make your fifteen minute walk back to the edge of the dark forest; and most importantly, to safety. After all, your friends must be worried about you by now; maybe even surprised that you’ve really stuck to the dare. In a matter of minutes, this will be all over and you will be resting at home.

You had to have been walking in one straight direction, right? Maybe because it’s dark, and you, admittedly, have drunk quite a bit, but the placemarkers you remember sticking to the trees along your path are nowhere to be found. The light of your lamp shines against tree after tree, but they remain in their natural state, unchanged. Your eyes widen, heartbeat increasing as you look at the leftover placemarkers you hold in your hand, only six remaining of your original twenty—so you know you’ve used them. 

You stop in your tracks, not willing to venture any further than you already have. Mind racing, scanning and assessing all the possible things you can do, slowly slipping into a panic. You could scream as loud as you can, vocally expressing your need for rescue; but how likely is it that you’ll be heard, especially given how deep into this unchanging landscape you are. Perhaps you can continue walking ahead, only praying that you make your way out unharmed—after all, safety should have been just a fifteen minute walk ahead.

As you lift your foot a few centimeters off of the ground to make your first step, through the darkness of the forest and out of your peripherals, you swear you see a large shadow for just a split second—lurched over and next to a thick tree to your right. A chill runs down your spine and you shudder as you realize the presence of this creature; intimidating and dominant. Taking no chances, feet hitting the ground hard as you sprint through the woods, doing your best to escape this nightmare; real or otherwise. 

The action of running when you feel like you’re being chased, versus running because you are being chased, are quite similar. It’s all instinct, a gut feeling that you jump on, increased heart rate; it’s choosing to flee rather than to fight. The difference, in this moment, you realize, is the definite risk of getting caught. The consequences could prove to be unsatisfactory, at the very least, if you were to be caught by whatever it is that may be following after you. Although, looking behind, there’s nothing in sight—no sign of disaster nor danger. You continue along, albeit a lot slower than before, attempting to catch your breath a bit. Walking off trail just a bit to slow down and assess your next course of action. 

The snapping of a twig within your vicinity has you darting from the temporary hiding place. However, the predator is right on your trail, persisting in its hunt for flesh. You weave your way through the woods, brain firing off about escaping quickly without harm. The chase does not last long, though. One misstep taking you down, tumbling. Briefly, in your panic, you appear to meet eyes with the foul beast. Fear lodged in your throat, dry and brittle—crumbling into tiny little pieces that pester your insides like a million tiny beetles finding a dark, cavernous home. Stomach clenching, seizing as you cower in submission to your terror. Hands buried into the freshly fallen snow—previous footsteps already blanketed over and long gone. Never have you thought you would give up so easily; unsure if you’ve got it within you to fight back in the absolute worst case. 

Body stuck in place, paralyzed with fear once you hear the snow behind you crunch, a sign that the creature is inching closer to you. It’s like your life flashes before your eyes once you feel the snout of the creature pressed against the back of your neck, heat blowing against the back of your neck, followed by a short, deep snarl emitting from within the beast. The large presence behind you is undeniable. The way the creature towers over you is horrifying—a domineering and overbearing sense of power, exuding pride and strength in the form of body heat. It circles you, though you are too terrified to look towards it, despite the daring growl it emits. Heart racing, nearly about to jump out of your chest and run away itself. The creature begins to circle around you, and out of the corner of your eye you can see its feet—huge black paws. Oh great! You’ll be eaten alive. 

But then the feet of the beast turns into man, and slowly you raise your face to get a good look at its true face. He starts off as a blur initially, but the longer you look at him, the more recognizable he becomes. A face you’ve always seen lurking around town. Though despite the area being rather small, you’ve never formally interacted—only stared at each other from a distance then kept it moving. Tonight, however, you finally decided to walk up to him at the local bar whilst with friends, only for him to walk away without a word. ‘Oh, him? Yeah, Chan is just like that.’

“Mmm. What’s that smell?” Chan asks while humming. Arms caging you in against the tree as he presses his nose against your neck, right near a particularly sweet spot. “Smells heavenly. So sweet and delicious.” 

He continues to sniff you out, planting a small kiss to your neck before traveling lower, nose now pressed to the fabric of your clothing. Face pressed in between the valley of your breast, Chan takes a long, deep inhale. His eyes are closed as he pulls back, slightly smirking with clear contentment. Chan takes the material of your shirt pinched between his fingertips before tearing the shirt down the middle, groaning at your now exposed chest. His hands cup your tits, thumbs teasing at your nipples, as he runs his nose down the valley, before swiping back up with his tongue. 

Chan isn’t done, nose still pressed against your skin as he sinks down to his knees. Rough hands cupping your ass, squeezing, as he stops—nose pressed against your mound, breathing you in while trying to pull you closer, finally finding the source of that sweet, heavenly scent. He’s breathing heavily to the point that you can feel his hot breath against your skin through the thin material of your skirt; snarling as he takes in your scent. And he’s mumbling something down there—pussy hungry words about how fucking delectable you smell. Perfect to devour. 

Contrary to the petrifying circumstance, the rush of adrenaline you get in the moment is euphoric and exhilarating. Chan’s touch is hot against you, almost scorching, and leaves you wanting—no, needing more of him. 

He hikes up the long length of your skirt with ease, throwing your leg over his shoulder to force your hips towards his face, diving face first into your cunt. Tongue lapping up hungrily at your wetness, moaning and groaning without a care in the world as he gets the first taste of his meal. Plump lips sucking your clit, vibrating when he moans, causing you to shake and squirm, but Chan has a strong grip against you. He’s messy as he eats you—occasionally breaking free, not for air, but to spit against your cunt—as the lower half of his face is covered in your nectar; which he hopes never washes off, absolutely frenzied by your scent, cock hard and leaking cum, jumping at the thought of finally getting to fuck his cock into this sweet little cunt. 

While Chan is usually a patient man, having no problem in waiting—stalking his prey and then teasing them for hours upon hours on end—he finds himself struck with need. A particular need to feast. To fuck and destroy his prey. Days and days of stalking you, taunting you from afar, and you played right into his palm—obviously fated to be found afraid and lost, deep in his territory. It is at this point he thinks to keep you. Perhaps hide you away somewhere cold and dark where only he’d be able to find you. Keeping you bound to him until he gets sick of you—or until you cease to exist. Aching to fuck you over and over and over again until it becomes too difficult for you to even think about moving a muscle, succumbing fully to his torturous pleasure. He stops himself from thinking too far ahead all too soon, clearly entranced by the sweetness of your cunt. 

Chan springs to his feet; cock heavy, hard and curving to the right, tip swelling red with need and dripping with precum. Your eyes are glued to his cock as you watch him massage his right hand over it; even in his big palms his cock is huge. The excitement to take him spreads from the pit of your stomach and up your chest, visualizing into the form of goosebumps all over your arms. He just laughs at the look on your face; how equally intrigued and dismayed you appear. A perfect little lamb stalked and caught by the big bad wolf, unable to flee due to their own fascination despite their fright. 

Chan leans in, his lips against yours briefly. A hand curling into your hair to bring you down to your knees, you follow suit. His hand stays tangled in your hair, pulling harshly against your scalp. With his other hand, Chan strokes his cock, running his thumb over the tip; then pulling your head towards his tip. Eagerly, your tongue slips from your mouth, ready to taste everything he’s giving you. You swirl your tongue around him, but Chan has other plans, slowly sliding his cock into your mouth; helping you savor the slightly salty taste of his seed. Fixing your mouth open as wide as it can go, with both hands now tangled into your hair, he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, slowly increasing the speed of his thrust. 

“You just take it like a good girl, huh?” You don’t say anything, but that dazed look in your eye and the moan that escapes from deep in your throat tells Chan all he needs to know. 

“Perfect little mouth, but I bet that pussy is even better.” Chan frees his cock from your mouth with a trail of spit. His hand around his cock once again, the slick sound like music to your ears. Though, it’s at this point that the cold air is starting to get to you—the snow is light but still continuous—yet you power through it for just another taste of Chan. 

“Want you so bad,” You bite your lip, looking into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed together. You stand and stretch to turn your back to him, looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your backside towards him like a bitch in heat. Chan smirks at you, a small laugh erupting from him at the sight of your shamelessness.   

In the heat of the moment, Chan licks the palm of his hand before bringing it down to rub at your cunt from behind. He doesn’t say anything, but you can hear a long, deep snarl come from within his chest. The closer he gets to you, the louder the growl echoes, and the more he warms you with his body heat—caging you in against the tree. You grind into his hand, greedily taking anything he gives you. While Chan is steadily becoming just as impatient as you, he always spares time to play with his food; teasing the tip of his cock against your slit. Chan slowly slides into your cunt—a rough hand clenching onto your hip, nails digging into your skin; not nearly enough to keep him from losing his cool as your wetness encases his cock, wet and tight. 

You’re barely taking half of his dick before the stretch of it nearly becomes too much—but he’s one step ahead of you; arm snakes across your belly and down to your cunt, two wet fingers ready to play with your clit. Chan works his fingers against your clit slowly winding you up, all while planting a quick kiss against your shoulder; tongue drooling out to lick a long wet stripe against your neck. It’s only once he receives a moan from you in response that he starts thrusting into you slowly; the thrusts of his hips syncing with the movement of his fingers. 

It isn’t long before you’re taking more and more of his cock, being stuffed and stretched deliciously. Cunt leaking and begging for more of him. Chan lets out these harsh growls and grunts that contrast with the pitch of your moans. His nails dig into your hips, using a minimal amount of strength to pull your hips back against him, making you meet his thrusts. His hips smack against your ass roughly, cock stretching you further, but your cunt swallows every inch perfectly. That’s only until he slides out of you, wordless, yet, still letting out a snarl. He pushes you onto the ground, hands and knees crashing into the new layers of snow. You yelp out in response, but Chan can only laugh at you. 

“Just letting me push you around like this? I think I should keep you,” He follows you, kneeling onto the ground, cock in hand. Laying  a quick smack at your ass, he hums. “How would you feel about being my little plaything, huh?”

His free hand kneads against your ass while he plays with his cock. “Keep you locked up with me ‘n only let you out in these woods at night, hmm? All cute ‘n naked for me to hunt down and fuck again.”

“And you can’t even hide cause I’ll always find you, pretty.” He finally slides into your cunt, still not letting you have all of him, yet. “How does that sound? Do you like it?”

His words are filthy and so are his touches but somehow he’s got you entranced. You let out a loud, cracked sob of a yes in response to his inquiries as if he bullied it out of you. “Good girl.” 

Chan finally allows himself to break—hips snapping harshly into yours. Not caring if you go limp from the way he’s fucking into you, instead his hands are once again clenching your hips, grinding his hips against your ass whenever he thrusts his cock back into you. Your fists clutching onto the snow as you take his cock, unable to do much but drool and mewl for him. 

He presses his chest across your back, caging you onto the cold ground. His tongue once again flat against your skin, licking every inch of what exposed skin he has access to. Still pounding into you as he chases his impending orgasm. Then he sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, letting out a whine rather than the usual growl as he fucks his cum into you. It’s hot, sticky, and heavy—and it seems like it’s unending; seemingly producing more and more as he pumps his cock into you. Slowly Chan reaches a hand down to press against your lower abdomen; feeling how your belly swells with all the cum his cock is feeding your cunt. 

You moan at the feeling when Chan pulls out of you with a sigh of exhaust. Cum coating his cock and spilling out of your cunt, staining your thighs. So much of his seed has spilled out and he’s no longer stuffing you with his cock, but yet you feel so full. Chan continues to incite, two thick fingers dip into your cunt to scoop up and play with the excess cum that’s dripping from your hole. 

Chan pulls you back to him by your arms, caging you against his chest. He whispers to you. “What if we played a fun little game, hm?”

He grips your chin and those same two digits that were once inside of you, force into your mouth, offering you another taste of Chan’s cum. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, “Let’s say, I give you a ten second head start to run.”

Chan kisses the back of your neck and a chill runs down your spine. “The ten seconds start now.” 

He frees you from his hold, and springs to his feet leaving you dumbfounded. But by the time you stand and face the direction of Chan, legs weak and cold, he’s no longer there.

It seems his fun little game has officially started. 

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men who treat you like a cocksleeve <3

warning: dark content I guess?

"It's kinda cute watching you cry angel," he'd taunt, licking a tear off your face as you meekly tried to push him off of you.

"P-please it's not gonna fit," you'd whimper out, your legs shaking as your core stretched you to its limit.

"A big girl wouldn't cry, she'd lay there and take every. single. inch" He'd coo, pushing in his entirety into you until he was bottomed out in your lower belly.

"See? Cryin' for no reason, pussy took my inches like it was nothing." He'd remark with a cunning grin, pinning your hips against hips so you couldn't run away even if you wanted to.

You could feel his tip push against your gummy walls, his heavy balls pressing against your entrance with every movement. You let out a shaky moan as you felt his abdomen bump against your bundle of nerves, causing the male to let out a chuckle and grip you tighter.

"There ya go angel, just sit there and take it."

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