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how they fuck you against a mirror/window

bangchan & minho

bangchan:

- the idea would pop into his head when he sent you a nude mirror selfie in a hotel bathroom while on tour

- as soon as he got home, he picked you up and carried you to your shared bathroom while perfectly cupping your ass

- 100% would sit you down on the sink so he can glance at his reflection behind your back as he kissed down your neck

- once his cock is in you, he would love it if you hung your head back and watched your pupils dilate with pleasure upside down

- would place his hands on the mirror as he fucks you in missionary, loving the way his reflection towered over you

- purposely cums on your face at the end so some would spurt out onto the mirror so you could lick if clean

- would repeat the process after showering together so you two can leave handprints on the condensation

minho:

- such an exhibitionist!!

- nearly cums when he finally finds a two way mirror in the hotel room you two are staying in

- would immediately walk you backwards with a rough kiss into the bathroom

- he would make you face the mirror, your ass sticking out for him to grab and jiggle, then spank

- he would kneel down between your legs and eat your pussy (and ass if you’re lucky) from behind as your breath fogged up the mirror

- would put on a show for that someone who may be watching you two through the mirror, jamming his bulbous tip in and out of your dripping pussy until you are begging for more

- pulls your head back by your hair, one hand wrapped around your throat as he mercilessly fucks you from behind, staring intensely at your reflection with that wild look in his eyes

- cums so fucking hard thinking about someone watching you fall apart on his cock but not being able to touch you!! would start cumming inside you, then he would pull out, letting his cum get on your back, in your hair and onto you two’s reflection.

- wouldn’t clean the cum off of the mirror straight away on purpose, letting his sperm drip down the mirror as a marking

baby fever; bang chan

PAIRING | bang chan x fem!reader

CAST | bang chan

WC | 1.5k

GENRE I smut, established relationship

WARNINGS | explicit sexual content, explicit language, mentions of pregnancy + wanting children, no dom/sub dynamics, breeding, grinding, making out, groping, neck kisses, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, degradation, (slight) humiliation, nipple play, one mention of the title "mommy"

SYNOPSIS | you never doubted that your husband would be a great father… but he plans to prove it to you anyways. (kinktober day eleven: bang chan + breeding)

A/N | repost from my deactivated nstw, @/elysianjinnie.

MASTERLIST I KINKTOBER

Chan had never explicitly told you that he wanted kids. But every time you would go home to see your relatives and bring Chan with you, he would coo over the little kids, the toddlers, try to crack jokes with the angsty preteens and talk about homework with the older kids. It was weird, seeing him be so... paternal, almost. Sure, he was the fun relative, he wasn’t really acting like anyone’s dad, but the look in his eyes when he bounced a baby up and down on his knee, when he read a book to your younger cousin, you could just tell that man wanted kids.

But he was careful. He was respectful. He always used a condom, always asked if you were okay with everything before he even attempted to do it. You appreciated it, so damn much. But you also really wanted him to fuck you silly, fuck you raw and cum inside of you with no barrier.

You were almost one hundred percent positive he wanted that too.

He kissed up your neck, biting gently as you rocked back and forth in his lap, moaning breathily as his large hands grabbed at your ass. You opened your eyes as his lips left your skin, watching him reach for the nightstand drawer that held all of the condoms and lube, and without really thinking you grabbed his wrist, looking at him determinedly. “Don’t use a condom.”

He blinked. Once, twice, before he registered what the fuck you said. “Huh?” he asked dumbly.

“I want you to fuck me raw,” you said, voice shaking. “I want you to... to cum inside of me.” A vaguely uncomfortable silence filled the room. Chan slowly lowered his hand, shutting the drawer that he had half-opened, before gripping your hips and looking up at you, eyes starry and beautiful in the dim yellow light of the one lamp in the room.

“You know that’ll—you’re not—you’ll get—“

“I know.” You cup his pretty, blushy face in your hands and press a long kiss to his swollen lips, only pulling away when you feel like you have to. You rest your forehead against his and look him in the eye, completely serious. “I know what could happen. And I’m okay with it.”

He licks his lips. “Are you completely sure?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Because I’m not holding back then.”

He manhandles you, lifting you up as if you weigh nothing, and sets you down on the bed, much rougher than usual. A squeak escapes your throat as you collide with the mattress. He grabs your wrists and pins your hands above your head before leaning back down to kiss you messily, grinding his hard cock against your soaking sex. You can feel his length through his pants, it makes you whine and buck your hips up for more friction, but he uses a knee to pin down your thigh and use you like he intends. He groans into the kiss, teeth clashing against yours, before letting you go and stripping off his shirt, muscles flexing in the warm light of your bedroom. You can’t help but stare at your husband as he tosses the t-shirt aside and unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down his thick thighs and kicking them aside.

He looks at you, in your clothed state, and tuts. “Now this isn’t fair, is it?” he asks, grabbing your thin shirt and brushing against your nipples through the almost see-through fabric. You keen, leaning into his touch, and he shushes you as he pulls off your shirt, leaving you in your soaked, ruined panties. “Oh darling,” he coos, running a finger along your wet slit, “if you wanted me to breed you that bad, you should have said so earlier.”

You’re not restrained, but his words make you squirm like you are anyways. He pulls down your panties achingly slow, watching your slick stick to the fabric for a moment before parting, and he chuckles as he spreads your legs apart to admire the state you’re in. “You know, if you come first, there’s a higher chance of you getting pregnant.”

“I’m not gonna say no to that,” you teased breathily, running a hand through his dark curls, tugging on them gently and making him groan.

“You’re so perfect,” he mumbled against your pussy, lips curling around your clit as he sucked gently. You can feel his thick fingers prodding at your hole as he changes his tactic, pointing his tongue and flicking hard against your nub, making your legs involuntarily jolt. “So good for me. Always are.” He removes his wet fingers now, sucks them clean, and dives back in, sticking his tongue where his fingers had been and thrusting it in and out, just slightly too short to reach the spot you want him to hit the most.

“Chan,” you whine, “please, fingers again!”

He knows you’re close, and smirks against your cunt, before switching back and fingering you roughly, the slight burn of the stretch making you groan. The harsh suckling on your clit tips you over the edge and you can’t help but lift your hips off the bed, whining in a high-pitched tone you don’t even recognize. You can’t feel anything other than pleasure and Chan’s soft hair in your hands as you try to bring his face even closer to your pussy, and when you finally come down from your high, he’s still lapping at your folds obediently, looking up at you with shiny eyes, admiring you in your fucked out state.

“You okay to keep going my love?” he asked, abandoning his lust-filled actions for ones of slight concern, as he stroked your inner thigh with a gentle, damp hand, pressing a kiss to your shaking knee.

“Please,” you whispered, bringing him up for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his pretty lips. “Breed me like you said you would.”

His eyes flashed with lust, with want, with need. He briefly looks down at your tits before parting your legs again, settling in between them. You can feel the weeping head of his dick brushing against your folds, and it already feels different without the layer separating you both—or maybe it’s just because you know. Either way, you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips as he plays with your nipples as he kisses your neck again, this time being rougher and nibbling at certain areas to make you squirm in his hold.

He takes a deep breath as he begins to push his cock into you, groaning aloud at the feeling of your hot, wet cunt enveloping him. “You feel so good,” he grunts, sinking in slowly until you feel his pubic bone brush against your clit. You stay there like that for a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes, and then he pulls out quickly, making you gasp, before slamming back in so hard you see stars.

“Chan!” you cry out, not wholly aware of just how loud you’re being. He doesn’t say anything in response, he only throws your legs over his shoulders and repositions himself so he can fuck you even deeper.

The squelching of your cunt lets you both know how embarrassingly turned on you are by this, and he can’t help but whisper humiliating things in your ear as he fucks you harder and deeper than ever. “You like the idea of having my kids, huh?” he grunts, using a free hand to reach down and rub your swollen clit, “want me to cum inside you? Want me to breed you like the little whore you are?”

“You’d be such a cute little mother,” he whispers, “can just imagine you in a little dress… holding our baby. Tits all engorged with milk.” He moans aloud at this, picturing your pregnant body.

You whimper as he rubs your clit harder, your cunt clenching around his cock as you come again, gripping the sheets beneath you tightly as you start to feel just a little overstimulated. Chan takes note of this, slowing down just a little, before looking you in the eye. “I’m gonna cum,” he pants, “you’re—you’re sure about this, right?”

“Make me a mommy, Channie,” you growl, wrapping your legs around his hips, forcing his last thrust deep inside of you. He groans as he unloads inside of you, and the feeling of his hot seed inside your pussy is unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. You press gentle kisses to his sweaty face as his cock twitches with aftershocks, and though you can feel it already starting to leak out of you, you want to stay there for a bit, just basking in the afterglow of it all.

But after a few minutes he pulls out, uses two fingers to push his cum back inside of your hole as he chuckles, “don’t put any of that to waste.” He taps your sticky slit with the same fingers.

“Love you,” you mumble quietly, feeling very tired and full.

“Love you more,” he says lovingly, looking for a towel to clean you up as you drift off to sleep, mind full of thoughts of a happy family.

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Voyerism- Changbin feat. Chan

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Collaboration with @valkyriexo

Word Count: 2700k

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY,Explicit sexual content, Nudity, Sexual acts and descriptions, Strong language

No summary just smut under the cut

You reclined on the plush leather couch, its cool surface a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from the dimly lit recording studio. The air was thick with anticipation, punctuated by the soft, pulsating rhythm of a sensual beat. Your eyes were drawn to Chan, hunched over the mixing board, his fingers dancing across the controls as he engaged in a hushed discussion with Changbin.

Changbin stood in the booth, a vision of casual perfection. His oversized sweats hung low on his hips, accentuating his lean frame. His dark hair was artfully tousled, giving him an effortlessly cool appearance. His signature black glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, threatening to slip off at any moment. As if sensing your gaze, he looked up, catching you staring. A mischievous smirk played on his lips, causing your heart to skip a beat.

Chan's exasperated voice cut through the moment. "Yah, guys... gross," he muttered, his finger pressing a button with more force than necessary. "Come on, let's get this part done so I can go home." The hint of annoyance in his tone was impossible to miss.

Changbin's response was a playful roll of his eyes, acknowledging Chan's comment while simultaneously dismissing it. He nodded, his expression shifting as he refocused on the task at hand. You watched, transfixed, as he closed his eyes, taking a deep, centering breath. When his lids fluttered open, his gaze immediately sought yours. In that brief moment of eye contact, a silent promise passed between you - a tantalizing hint of what was to come later. With a slight, almost imperceptible nod to Chan, Changbin began to rap.

The transformation was instantaneous and mesmerizing. Changbin's deep voice filled the studio, raw emotion and intensity pouring from every syllable. His words painted vivid pictures in your mind, each line flowing seamlessly into the next. The way his voice dipped and soared with the beat sent shivers cascading down your spine. You found yourself completely lost in the moment, your surroundings fading away until there was nothing but Changbin's voice and the hypnotic rhythm of the music.

As you watched him perform, you were struck anew by his talent and charisma. The passion in his delivery was palpable, his body moving subtly with the rhythm of his words. His hands gesticulated expressively, emphasizing key phrases and adding another layer of depth to his performance. The studio lights cast a soft glow on his features, accentuating the sharp angles of his face and the intensity in his eyes. You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and desire as you witnessed this display of his artistry.

The recording session ended all too soon. Chan nodded vigorously, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "That's a wrap, we've got it," he announced, his voice tinged with excitement. He gestured for Changbin to exit the booth, pressing a button to slide open the glass door.

As Changbin stepped out, the air in the room seemed to shift. His eyes, dark and intense, immediately sought yours out. The connection was electric, sending a jolt through your body. Your breath caught in your throat as his gaze held yours, conveying a myriad of unspoken emotions.

With deliberate slowness, Changbin raised his hand to run it through his messy hair. The simple gesture was hypnotic. His fingers combed through the dark strands, tousling them further. The way his bicep flexed with the movement, visible even through his loose shirt, made your mouth go dry. It was a gesture you'd seen countless times before, but it never failed to affect you. Your knees felt weak, and you were grateful to be sitting down. The corners of Changbin's mouth quirked up in a knowing smirk, fully aware of the effect he was having on you.

Your eyes remained fixed on your muscular boyfriend, drinking in every detail. You bit your bottom lip absentmindedly as your gaze roamed over his chiseled physique. His tight black T-shirt clung to his well-defined chest, leaving little to the imagination. The fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders and biceps, hinting at the strength beneath. Your eyes traveled lower, following the V-shape of his torso down to where his loose-hanging sweatpants rode low on his hips. The slight bulge visible through the fabric made your breath catch in your throat.

Your intimate appraisal was interrupted as Chan stood up, gathering his things. "Alright, I've got to go home. I'll see you later, guys." He smiled, a knowing glint in his eye as he patted your shoulder, then Changbin's. The heavy soundproof door closed behind him with a soft thud, leaving you and Changbin alone in the studio.

A heavy silence, charged with anticipation, fell over the room. Changbin's dark eyes, intense and smoldering, never left yours as he slowly approached. His movements were deliberate and purposeful, like a predator stalking its prey. Your breath caught in your throat, the air between you crackling with electricity, making your skin tingle and your heart race.

Changbin's strong hands caught yours, his touch sending sparks through your body. He pulled you up and close, pressing your body tightly to his. The heat of his skin seeped through your clothes, igniting a fire within you. "You're naughty," he murmured, his deep voice sending vibrations through your body as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck. The contrast of his soft lips and the slight scratch of his stubble made you shiver.

"Me? I was just enjoying the recording session," you replied, aiming for innocence but your breathless tone betraying your arousal. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, followed by a giggle, when his teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below your ear. The combination of the slight pain and pleasure sent jolts of electricity down your spine.

"Mhmm, I bet," he responded skeptically, his warm breath fanning across your ear. His hands roamed your back, pulling you impossibly closer. You could feel every hard plane of his body pressed against yours, the evidence of his desire becoming increasingly apparent.

His hands roamed your body with an intensity that left you breathless. Every touch ignited a fire beneath your skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. You couldn't help but moan softly as his fingers deftly slipped under the hem of your shirt, caressing the sensitive skin of your lower back. The contrast between his calloused fingertips and your smooth skin was electrifying.

"We can't do this here," you protested weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. "What if someone walks in?" Despite your words, your body betrayed you, arching into his touch, craving more. Your hands found purchase on his broad shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt.

Changbin's lips curled into a mischievous smirk, his eyes dark with renewed desire. "Mmm, only Chan, Jisung, and I have a key to this studio," he reassured you, his deep voice sending vibrations through your body. His eyes, still smoldering with want, locked onto yours. "We're all alone." Before you could respond, his lips claimed yours in a passionate kiss that effectively silenced any further protests you might have had. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting you thoroughly as his hands roamed your body, reigniting the fire that had barely begun to cool.

As the kiss deepened, you felt your resolve crumbling like sand castles against the tide. Changbin's strong hands gripped your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. The heat between your bodies intensified once more, and you found yourself melting into his embrace, all thoughts of caution thrown to the wind. His tongue, hot and insistent, tangled with yours in a sensual dance that left you breathless and wanting more.

Your body responded eagerly to his touch, a familiar warmth pooling in your lower abdomen. The wetness between your thighs grew anew, your arousal mounting with each passing second. Unable to resist, your hand slid down his torso, fingers tracing the defined muscles of his abs before coming to rest on the growing bulge in his boxers. His cock was already thick and hard beneath your palm, straining against the thin fabric, ready for another round.

You squeezed gently, eliciting a sharp hiss from Changbin. His lips left yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline before he growled into your ear, "Fuck, baby... you're driving me crazy." The raw need in his voice sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, your body responding instantly to his desire. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your core aching to be filled once more.

With a sudden urgency, Changbin spun you both around, pressing you against the edge of the desk. His hands gripped the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards with a desperation you had yet to see from him. You raised your arms without hesitation, allowing him to pull it off in one swift motion. Not to be outdone, you reached for his boxers, pushing them down his legs and freeing his erection. He stepped out of them eagerly, kicking them aside without a second thought.

The feeling of his bare skin against yours was intoxicating. His chest, smooth and toned, pressed against your breasts, the heat of his body seeping into yours. His hardness pressed insistently against your stomach, a reminder of his insatiable desire for you. His lips found yours once more, the kiss deeper and more passionate than before. You couldn't help but whimper against his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

The need to feel him, all of him, consumed you entirely. "Please... Binnie... please," you breathed against his lips, your voice thick with desire. Your plea seemed to ignite something within him. With renewed urgency, his hands moved to the waistband of your jeans. He made quick work of the button and zipper, pushing the denim down your legs along with your underwear in one fluid motion.

Now both completely bare, Changbin's eyes raked over your exposed form, drinking in every curve and contour of your body. The hunger in his gaze left you trembling, a delicious combination of vulnerability and desire coursing through you. You stood there, exposed and aching for his touch, your chest heaving with each breath. The air around you crackled with sexual tension, the promise of another round of passion hanging between you.

At the sight of you, Changbin's eyes darkened with unbridled desire. His hands, calloused from years of producing music, reached around you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as his lips crashed against yours in a searing kiss. With a display of raw strength that never failed to excite you, he effortlessly lifted you, setting you down on the edge of the desk. Your backside pressed down on Chan's keyboard, inadvertently triggering the beat that had been playing earlier. The sudden burst of rhythm through the speakers only intensified the electric atmosphere, the pulsating bass seeming to sync with your racing heartbeats.

Your fingers fumbled with the waistband of Changbin's sweatpants, your urgency evident in your breathless plea, "Off... now..." Without hesitation, Changbin obliged, pushing down both his sweatpants and boxers in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free, hard and glistening with precum. You couldn't resist wrapping your hand around his impressive length, relishing in its warmth and the way it twitched at your touch. As you began to stroke him slowly, deliberately, Changbin's head fell back, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of your touch. When his eyes met yours again, they were dark pools of desire, silently conveying his desperate need for you.

The anticipation was palpable as Changbin positioned himself between your spread legs. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tip of his cock brushing teasingly against your wet entrance. The moment was charged with an almost unbearable tension, both of you trembling with need.

Just as Changbin was about to push into you, the sudden creak of the door opening shattered the moment. "Hey guys, I think I left my—" Chan's voice trailed off as he took in the scene before him, his eyes widening in shock. You gasped, a flush of embarrassment coloring your cheeks as you realized the compromising position Chan had found you in. But Changbin, consumed by his desire, seemed unfazed by the interruption. His focus remained entirely on you, his need too great to be deterred.

With a powerful thrust, Changbin buried himself inside you to the hilt. The sudden fullness drew a sharp gasp from your lips, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your body adjusted to his size. The initial discomfort quickly gave way to waves of pleasure as Changbin began to move. His hips rolled against yours in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending jolts of ecstasy through your body. Your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations as soft moans escaped your lips with each movement.

Despite your initial awareness of Chan's presence, the intensity of your connection with Changbin soon consumed all your attention. The world outside of your joined bodies seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the pleasure you were sharing. The sensual beat still playing in the background only added to the erotic atmosphere, your bodies moving in perfect sync with the rhythm. As Changbin picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent, you couldn't help but moan louder. Your nails raked down his back, leaving angry red trails in their wake, spurring him on to even greater passion.

You heard Chan take in a deep breath as he stood still, watching the scene unfold before him. His face flushed a deep crimson, a mix of embarrassment and unmistakable arousal evident in his widened eyes and parted lips. Chan's presence added an unexpected layer of excitement to the already intense moment, the air thick with tension and desire. You couldn't help but feel a thrill run through you, knowing that you were being watched in such an intimate act. Your skin tingled with heightened sensitivity, every touch from Changbin feeling more electric than before.

Changbin, sensing the change in atmosphere, growled low in your ear, his possessiveness evident as he thrust even deeper, claiming you completely. "Don't look at him," he commanded, his voice husky and strained with effort. His grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. The slight pain only added to your pleasure, making you gasp and arch your back.

You moved your eyes from Chan to your boyfriend. The sensation of Chan’s eyes on you both only added to Changbin's arousal, causing him to groan and thrust even harder. To show Chan who you belonged to. His muscles rippled under your touch, slick with a sheen of sweat that made his skin glisten in the dim light of the studio. Even though Changbin warned you not to look at Chan, you couldn't help but steal a glance at the man still standing feet away. His eyes were glued to you both, dark with desire. Instead of just watching, his hand was absentmindedly stroking over his jeans, palm pressing against the very large, very visible imprint of his hard cock beneath the fabric.

The sight of Chan's arousal only heightened your own pleasure, a forbidden thrill coursing through your veins like liquid fire. Your heart raced, pounding so hard you could hear the rush of blood in your ears. Changbin, sensing your wandering attention, gripped your hips tighter and angled his thrusts to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. The change in angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making you cry out in ecstasy. Your body trembled on the edge of release, every nerve ending alight with sensation as the intensity of the situation overwhelmed your senses.

The room filled with a symphony of sounds - Chan's soft pants as he palmed himself, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin, and Changbin's deep moans and growls. "Y/N, you feel so damn good," Changbin groaned, his voice rough with desire. "So tight, so wet for me." His words sent shivers down your spine, stoking the fire building within you. The combination of Changbin's intense thrusts, Chan's voyeuristic presence, and your own mounting pleasure was driving you to the brink of ecstasy. You could feel your climax building, a coiling tension in your lower abdomen threatening to snap at any moment. Changbin seemed to sense your impending release, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own pleasure.

You let your head fall back as Changbin's lips attacked your neck, sucking and kissing at your collarbone. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of marks that would surely be visible tomorrow. "Cum for me, babe," he growled against your throat. "I want to feel you squeeze that tight pussy around me." Changbin's words sent another shiver down your spine, pushing you closer to the edge. Your body tensed, every muscle taut as a bowstring. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing over you in overwhelming waves. You cried out, your walls clenching rhythmically around Changbin's cock as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Stars exploded behind your closed eyelids, your body shuddering with the intensity of your release.

The force of your orgasm triggered Changbin's own climax. His hips stuttered, losing their rhythm as he buried himself deep inside you with a guttural moan. You could feel him pulsing within you, filling you with his release. Just as Changbin began to cum, you heard Chan mumble, "Oh shit..." His voice was broken and strained, heavy with arousal. You opened your eyes just in time to see Chan's face contort in pleasure, his hand stilling over the prominent bulge in his jeans as he obviously reached his own climax, untouched save for his own palm.

As the aftershocks of your shared climax rippled through your bodies, a heavy silence fell over the room. The realization of what had just transpired slowly dawned on all three of you. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the tension palpable. Chan, still flushed and breathing heavily, awkwardly cleared his throat. He mumbled something unintelligible about coming back later, his eyes unable to meet yours as he hastily exited the studio. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you and Changbin alone once more.

You and Changbin exchanged a look, a mix of satisfaction, embarrassment, and a hint of excitement dancing in your eyes. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your body still tingling from the intensity of your orgasm. "Did we just... let your best friend watch us?" you asked in disbelief, your voice slightly hoarse from your earlier cries of pleasure.

Changbin grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in to kiss your lips. He slowly let you go, sliding out of you with a soft groan. "We did and..." he hesitated as he pulled on his boxers, his movements languid and satisfied. "I would allow it again. Just no touching." He watched as you put the rest of your clothes on, his gaze hungry despite your recent activities. Once you were dressed, he grabbed you up possessively into his strong arms, pulling you flush against his still-bare chest. "They can all look at you," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, "but you're mine. All mine."

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Kinktober Day 6: Corruption Kink

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Bang Chan x reader

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“This one’s Ursa Major, Chan says, pressing a gentle kiss to the birthmark on your arm. “And this little one is Hercules.” He rotates your arm is his grasp, grazing his lips over the birthmark on your inner wrist and placing another tender kiss.

“What about this one?” You question, flashing him a smaller one just below your elbow.

“That’s all the constellation names I know,” Chan replies with a breathy chuckle. “So this one can just be mine.”

He pulls your arm up to his lips, earning a laugh from you, as he awkwardly angles your arm and seals his words with a chaste kiss to your elbow.

You smile at him from where you’re laying, across from him in his bed, one hand tucked under the pillow, while the other mindlessly traces patterns onto his skin.

This sight makes your heart flutter- your boyfriend alongside you in his bed, looking particularly handsome in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his brown hair tousled casually around his chiseled face. He makes your heart skip several beats, but he also intimidates you, being one of your first very serious boyfriends. Sure, you’ve kissed guys and dated around. And you’ve also slept with a fair few men up to this point. But Chan is different. He treats you far better than those other men- he buys you nice things, he satisfies you physically and he respects you more than anyone has before. That’s not to mention he gets you insanely horny at the smallest touches, even his voice serving as erotica sometimes, making you press your legs together for some sense of relief as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear and grazes his fingers along your skin.

“Got any other birthmarks I should know about?” Chan questions, reaching a hand out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“A few,” you reply, shooting him a small smile. “They’re just not visible in these pajamas.”

“Yeah?” He says, propping himself up to hover over you again. “Do those ones want constellation names, too?”

You hum in response, pulse already racing at the implication of undressing in front of him. It’s an exciting combination of arousal and anticipation, and you briefly wonder if you’ve ever known somebody who keeps you on your toes like this before.

“Maybe,” you reply, massaging a hand through his curly tresses. “But you have to find them.”

“I can do that,” Chan whispers in reply, already working kisses down your neck, the ache between your legs already wet for him at the sounds of his plump lips attaching to your flesh and working you in a frenzy.

His calloused fingers move to the straps of your tank top, where he slides them both off and begins working little kisses along your shoulders and collar bones. You whimper at the contact, wanting so badly for him to relieve the growing ache between your legs, but you’re simultaneously too shy to ask for it, and fear that you’re inadequate to lead him on the way he wants.

It’s no secret to you that Chan has another side to him- he’s dated plenty of girls, engaged in a myriad of lascivious acts with them and he knows exactly what he wants at all times. You, on the other hand, know next to nothing about what you like, aside from the few times a boyfriend has casually fingered you or given you subpar head. It’s your innocence you fear will drive Chan away when he realizes; he likely wants someone who’ll do the tricks he already knows drive him crazy.

As his hands find their way to your breasts, you stop him suddenly, pulling away and flickering over his gaze nervously.

“You okay?” Chan asks, looking down at you breathlessly as he attempts to read your expression.

“Yeah,” you reply, reluctant to say the rest of your sentence. “I just…”

“You just what?” Chan says, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. In fact, I can just put on a movie for us and we can cuddle, yeah? What movie you feeling?”

“No,” you say, pulling him back toward you when he faces the television.

“I want to,” you emphasize. “I’m just not as… experienced as you. And I want you to do it the way you want.”

Chan smiles down at you, chuckling lightly when he takes notice of the way your eyes practically sparkle as you look up at him, pleading for him to use you however he wants.

“You want me to be in charge?” Chan clarifies, toying with the hem of your pajama shorts.

“Yes,” you reply assuredly. “I just want you to… use me.”

Chan groans a little at your words, his mind already running rampant with thoughts of you under him, all fucked-out in pleasure.

“I don’t want to overstep your boundaries-”

“You’re not,” you assure him, giving his forearm a little squeeze. “I’m asking you to. I’m already wet for you, baby. Please, just use me.”

With one hand, you guide his hand down your shorts, running the pads of his fingers over your panties and letting him feel your preemptive arousal for him. He smiles a little at the sensation, his cock hardening at the sight of you all needy and begging for him.

“It’s hard to say no when you’re begging like this,” Chan states, grazing his lips over yours.

“Then don’t say no,” you reply, finally closing the gap between you two and kissing him.

Chan gives into you fully now, his plump lips pulling yours between his teeth and nibbling hungrily, moaning against you as he pushes you further down against the bed and works kisses down your neck again. He pulls your flesh mercilessly between his teeth, sucking loudly and pulling away, trailing dark purple bruises down your skin and groaning at the sight. His hands tangle themselves in your hair, pulling your locks into a makeshift ponytail away from your neck as he exposes more of you to kiss, more of you to bruise.

“This what you want?” Chan asks in a low voice, grunting against your skin as you whimper weakly in his grasp. Your skin is tender to the touch now, the bruises burning delightfully as he practically bites you, trailing down until his lips graze your breasts.

Chan wastes no time pulling off your tank top, latching his lips on one of your hardened nipples as he tweaks the other one between his fingers, gradually toying until he’s pinching you in his grip. You groan at the sensation, shivering a little as his gentle sucking quickly transitions to nibbling, his teeth grazing your nipple before biting gently and earning a startled gasp from you.

Chan looks down at you through hooded eyes, his expression unlike one you’ve ever seen on him before. His eye bags are somehow more prominent like this, not a hint of a smile on his face as he gauges your reactions to the stimulation, breathing heavily when a moan or a muffled breath escapes your lips. He looks almost animalistic like this, eager to please you the way he wants to, your innocence and purity set aside as he uses you like you requested.

As his tongue swirls around your nipples, your back arching into him in pleasure, his hands snake down to your pajama shorts, practically ripping them off of you and dipping inside your panties, where his fingers attach themselves to your clit.

He starts in circular motions, his mouth reattaching to your breasts as you grind up against his hand to chase the delicious friction. And then without warning, his fingers are inside of you, pumping in and out of you as he steadies your hips against the bed with his palm flat on your stomach.

“Stay still, baby,” he orders. “You asked for this. Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to.”

You nod breathlessly against him, trying your best to steady your movements as he works his fingers in and out of you. But you’re eager to feel him all over you, already dripping at the sensation of his fingers caressing your walls with every thrust, your sopping cunt emitting lewd sloshing noises as he picks up the pace and fucks you even faster. You can feel your first orgasm approaching quickly, your walls clenching around him as he nibbles on your breast particularly hard, earning a fervent moan from you. And then without any time to warn him, you’re cumming around his fingers almost instantly, coating his fingers in a generous trickle of your arousal as you writhe below him. It’s a new record for you to have cum this fast with someone, especially considering it’s your first time having somebody take the reins like this. But Chan continues pumping in and out of your swollen cunt, angling your face toward his and forcing your gaze on him.

“You ever tasted yourself before, baby?” He asks curiously, continuing to smear your arousal around you.

“N-no,” you breathe out, already turned on at the thought of it.

Chan smiles down at you, bringing the two fingers from your pussy up to his lips, swirling his tongue around his own fingers before shoving them in his mouth and licking his digits clean. You whine a little as he does, desperate for him to fulfill his ask like he mentioned.

“You want to taste?” Chan asks, his voice muffled as he talks with a mouthful of his own fingers. “Beg for it,” he then says, his voice coming off as cockier than usual as he looks down at your helpless state.

“Please,” you beg, your mouth salivating at the way his lips glisten with your arousal. How badly you want it to be you tasting your juices like that, desperate to relish in the same pleasure he is. “Please let me taste myself,” you ask again, whining in his grasp.

“So needy,” Chan says in an amused tone. “All for me, yeah? Never tasted yourself before?”

You shake your head no, your eyes flickering desperately between his plump lips and his slender, wet fingers. “Guess this’ll be your first time,” he says, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. “Open your mouth for me.”

And you do, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue for him, but he doesn’t follow with his fingers; instead; he grips your throat, forcing your gaze on his, leaning over you and parting his lips over yours, too.

He gathers a generous wad of spit in his mouth, pursing his lips together as he lets it trickle from his mouth into yours, a string of saliva connecting still present as you feel your salty arousal hit your tongue and slide down the back of your throat.

“Swallow,” Chan orders, gripping your throat a little harder as he watches you bring your lips together and force the saliva-cum mixture down your throat. Your heart races with excitement as a smile grows on his face, watching intently as you stick your tongue back out at him, your mouth void of any remnants of your arousal.

“Good girl,” Chan says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Your heartbeat quickens again as Chan sits up now, pulling down his sweatpants and freeing his hardened cock from his pants and then his boxers. He looks painfully hard for you, a string of precum dripping from the tip of his cock as he finally stands up off the bed, nearing the edge and motioning to you.

“Bend over,” he orders, guiding you by your waist. “On the bed.”

You reluctantly assume your position, your feet hitting the ground as your chest falls over the duvet, glancing back at Chan as his hand meets the base of his cock.

“Like this?” You question, hair falling into your face as you watch him pump himself a few times.

“Yes,” he replies, reaching out to take your hands in his and pinning them behind your back. “I want your face down,” he says, guiding you so that you’re pressed against the mattress, your back arched up to give him better access to your cunt as he holds your hands behind your back.

“Have you ever been fucked like this, baby?” Chan asks in a gentle tone, taking a step forward to that his cock is resting at your entrance.

“No,” you admit shyly, your walls fluttering in anticipation.

“Just relax for me, okay?” He tells you, continuing to pump himself over you, your breathing growing ragged in anticipation.

“This is your first time, so we’re gonna use the light system. Say red if you want me to stop, yeah?” He explains, groaning a little as he smears his precum down his shaft. “You look so good for me, all ready for me to use you. Fuck, I could watch you like this all day.”

You whimper at his praise, nodding back at him as he taps the tip of his cock gently against your entrance. And then he finally slips inside of you, bottoming out with ease as you take him wholly.

“Fuck, you’re soaking,” Chan says, adjusting his grip on your wrists and holding them in front of himself as he begins to move. He starts with gentle thrusts, the lewd sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy teeming all around the room and making your head spin with pleasure. His cock kisses your cervix as he pumps inside of you, groans escaping his lips as he fucks you a little harder and tightens his grip on your wrists.

“That feel good, baby?” Chan asks breathlessly. “Talk to me.”

“Y-yes,” you reply in a shaky tone, a stream of drool escaping your lips and trickling onto the mattress below you. You can barely get a word out, feeling entirely too fucked-out in pleasure by your boyfriend, the feeling of him using you making your walls clench with every movement.

He slows his pace a little bit, reaching down to caress your spine with his hand and gauge how you’re feeling.

“Color,” he says plainly, his thrusts much shallower now.

“Green,” you breathe, another pool of drool escaping your lips onto the duvet below you. “Harder,” you manage to breathe out, your entrance already missing the fullness of his cock when he’s railing you like this. You know this is going to be a regular occurrence from now on, dripping in anticipation as you wait for him to move faster again.

“What was that, baby?” Chan asks.

“Harder,” you say again, whining into the mattress. “Fuck me harder, please. Feels so good.”

Chan chuckles lightly at the sight, your drool pooling alongside the trickling mascara around your eyes, your breasts bouncing with every thrust as he pulls you closer to him and picks up the pace again. He’s never seen you like this before, completely submitted to him, reduced to a whiny, drooling mess, all for his aching cock. But he loves the way he’s driven you to this, knowing very well it won’t be the last time he makes you beg for him to corrupt you.

“Fuck, baby,” Chan breathes. “I’m gonna cum.”

You can’t say anything in response, pornographic moans escaping your lips in harmony with his grunts, so close to your release now as he pounds into you, the room filled with sounds of slapping skin and breathless lovers.

Chan’s hands pull your makeshift ponytail against him, giving one particularly hard thrust as he lets out a fervent moan at the friction. And then as he holds you still, his cock twitches inside of you, emptying a generous load of his cum inside of you and coating your walls entirely in his milky white arousal. He holds you still, thrusts slowing down to let you breathe, and massaging little circles into your back as he finally feels you tremble and find your release around his still-hard cock, dribbling arousal on him and the carpeted flooring.

You shiver in a mix of pain and pleasure when he finally pulls out, caressing your waist with his hands and guiding you up again.

“You okay, baby?” Chan asks, giving you a little kiss on your exposed back and trailing his fingers over your spine. “Sit down for me, yeah? Gonna get you some water and a towel.”

You do as you’re told, legs still trembling as you sit on the edge of your bed and catch your breath, the ache between your legs quickly replaced by a languorous sensation to be close to Chan once again.

*

Chan’s calloused hands work little massages into your shoulder blades as he holds you against him, grazing his lips over your skin and smiling against you.

“You did so well,” he says, pulling the blanket up higher so that your torso is warmly covered by the knit.

“Felt so good,” you hum in response. “We’re definitely doing that again. I want to keep trying new things with you.”

“I can do that,” Chan says, grazing your hand with his fingertips. “We’re not in any rush.”

You nod at his words, laying back against him and shutting your eyes in a state of blissful weariness.

“For now,” he continues, running a finger across your neck. “We have a few new marks to assign constellation names to.”

You chuckle softly against him, your eyes remaining shut as he speaks in hushed tones.

“I thought you ran out of constellation names.”

“I did,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to a purple bruise painted on your flesh. “They can just all be mine.”

He moves to kiss another one, careful not to apply pressure to your bruised flesh.

“This one is mine,” he presses a little kiss, moving to the next. “This one is Channie’s. And this one belongs to me…”

*

when he comes home early

genre: smut, a mix of texting screenshots and written word

word count: 2 screen shots, ~1.1k just a short little drabble

warnings: cnc adjacent? (reader is scared at first), unprotected sex, pet names, chan is called a god (because facts)

channie if you’re reading this (ik you lurk let’s bfr) ik that your birthday is over where you are, but it’s still october 3rd here. it’s like we get to celebrate twice. (like i haven’t been celebrating all week hehe) i can’t believe you were live for four hours. you’re the sweetest human and i hope you had the most amazing birthday. also, don’t read any more of this post or anything else on my blog. pls don’t perceive me. love you byeee 🩷

authors note: this was so out of my comfort zone. i wanted to push myself to write something that i wouldn’t normally. i originally wanted this to be an actual experience for the reader, with a stalker version of chan, but i can’t write that. i just can’t. so i turned my idea into this instead. :) i had to have some form of prior consent, hence the texts lol. that was the only way it was going to work for me. anywhoooo. happy birthday to our channie! 💗💗 thank you for coming along this journey of channie’s birthday celebration with me. <3 i hope it was enjoyable. :) sorry im rambling, here’s the post:

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he did come home that night and help you. but not with that particular fantasy. no, he filed that piece of information away in his mind to save it for later. you wouldn’t really be surprised if he came home that night and did it, now would you? so he waited. and waited. and waited some more until he was sure you had forgotten about it.

and that’s what led to this night. he and the kids had been away on tour for a couple months now, leaving you lonely. but chan managed to sneak away a little early. when everyone else was flying home the next morning, he flew out that night. putting him home sooner than you had expected.

he was at the door of your shared apartment, trying to be extra quiet punching in the code. but he couldn’t control the volume of the beeps, the mechanical whirring of the door unlocking and clicking open.

you stirred in your sleep. was that the door opening? you reached for your phone on the bedside table, the light momentarily blinding you. it was the middle of the night. and chan wasn’t supposed to be home for another 12 hours. you listened intently. and after a few moments of not hearing anything, you had decided you imagined it, dreamt it perhaps, too tired to pull yourself out of bed to go check.

and chan waited. in the shadows of the kitchen, he held his breath, waiting for you to stumble groggily into the kitchen and flip on the light. but you didn’t. he heard you turn over in bed, the frame making a loud creaking noise as you did so. he smiled. he carefully toed off his shoes, and placed his backpack gently on the ground, trying his hardest not to make a single sound. he tiptoed down the hall toward your shared bedroom, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. luckily the bedroom door was already open and he could see you, laying in bed. you were on your tummy, blanket kicked to the side, your arms under your head. you had on a small tank top, and a pair of underwear, the material clinging to your skin in the warm summer night air. his cock twitched in his pants. he had really missed you these last couple of months, and seeing the swell of your ass, close enough for him to reach out and touch, he was already hard.

you moved in your sleep then, grabbing the pillow closest to you and pulling it snug against your chest, burying your face in the softness. his heart gave a squeeze as he realized you had put one of his tshirts on the pillow, and were cuddling it, breathing in his leftover scent.

he loved you so much. and he couldnt wait any longer.

he carefully took of his clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. he wrapped his hand around his leaking cock and slowly pumped himself as he watched you. it’s almost like you could sense him in the room. your body moved more, stretching out your muscles, slowly waking up.

you opened your eyes, and blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing things correctly. there was someone in the room with you. you could see his dark outline at the foot of the bed. your eyes widened in fear and before you could react, he was on you.

he climbed on the bed and straddled your bottom half, his cock resting against your ass. panicking, you tried to flip over, to knock him off, but you weren’t quick enough. he placed one large hand in between your shoulder blades and held you down, pressing your body into the mattress. his other hand came to your face, covering your mouth, preventing you from screaming.

and that’s when you smelled him. chan? was that him you were smelling? or the tshirt covered pillow laying next to you? a bracelet on his wrist tickled the skin of your chin as he covered your mouth. the metal was cold against your skin. his chrome hearts bracelet?

he leaned down, his lips close to your skin and he confirmed your suspicions. “god i fucking missed you.” he growled into your ear.

goosebumps erupted over your body as he bit your neck, sure to leave a bruise. his hand released your mouth and came down to pull your underwear off. they made it halfway down your thighs before he gave up, deciding that was good enough. his long fingers went straight for your pussy and he groaned. “so fucking wet baby. did you miss me too?”

your core pulsed with need. “chan..” you breathed.

he spit into his hand, coating his length, before shoving it into you. he gave you very little time to adjust to him before he started rocking his hips, quickly increasing his speed until he was fucking into you, hard. your hands clawed at the sheets as his hand on your back pressed you down harder. his show of strength had your arousal dripping down onto the sheets.

“fucking take it.” he grunted, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room.

you could feel that familiar feeling in your tummy. “fuck- oh god.” you moaned. “ oh my god.”

“not god baby.” he said. “just- fuck.. just me.”

his hand landed a hard smack against your ass, leaving a red print behind. “you— you are a god t-to me.” you stuttered out.

his hand squeezed the flesh of your ass before spanking you again. “i’m a god to you, baby?” he asked. you nodded against the sheets, though you were positive he wouldn’t be able to notice it.

you were so close, your walls fluttering around his cock. “if i’m god, then you’re my angel.” he panted. “are you gonna cum for me angel?”

“yes! fuck yes!” your body shook as your orgasm washed over you, your eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck you through it.

“there you go, baby.” he cooed. “just a little more. fuck- i’m cumming” he groaned before you felt him release inside of you.

he collapsed next to you, his chest heaving and covered in sweat. his head turned to look at you. your eyes were closed, exhausted. “are you okay?” he asked. “that wasn’t too much, was it?”

you smiled. “no, channie. i loved it.” you lifted yourself up on your elbows and kissed him softly. “welcome home by the way.” you giggled.

he stroked your cheek, brushed your hair out of you eyes, and kissed you again before saying “i missed you so much.”

ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 ꕤ

Bang Chan x fem!reader: daddy kink

summary: You wouldn't have known that your boyfriend had a certain thing for a certain word...

warnings: smut, the d word usage, jeongin being a little shit...

word count: 1.2k

kinktober masterlist // masterlist // ko-fi

You were on your hands and knees, on Chris’ bed. He was moving inside of you, in and out, from behind you. His hands laid on your ass cheeks, gripping tightly. 

Chris’ hand came onto your ass to swat your cheek, making you mewl, muffled by the pillow under you. 

“You like that?” Chris asked you, his voice toned down due to Jeongin’s asleep form next door. 

You nodded your head and Chris angled his hips, hitting your spot harder, making you arch your back and moan brokenly. 

“I asked you a question, babe” he whispered to you.

“Y-yes, daddy” you moaned, your brain too much of a mush to actually think about what you were saying.

His hips came to a halt all of a sudden. 

Your eyes widened at the word that slipped past your lips.

Fuck. 

You fucked up. It only slipped up, you didn’t mean to actually call him that. 

Why did I call him that? Now he’s probably weirded out, he’s gonna break up with me, he’s gonna kick me out of his apartment, probably block me-

“What did you just say?” he asked you.

You bit your lip and clenched your eyes, wishing with all your might that the ground would just swallow you up whole. 

“I…”

“Say that again” Chris demanded you.

Oh… oh?

He liked it?

“I…

Chris surprised you by grabbing you by the hair, making your back hit his warm chest. The action made you yelp and grab his arm that was holding your hair, and the other one came to clutch his back. 

His free arm came to wrap your waist, holding you tightly.

“I told you… to say that again” he said slowly and dangerously. 

You gulped and looked back at him. “Chris… I…” you stammered, unsure of what to do.

“Come on… what did you just call me?” he smirked at you, making you squirm in your place. 

You blinked a couple of times, feeling dumb that your brain couldn’t seem to work properly. “D-daddy?”

You saw him clench his eyes and exhale through his nose. “Fuck, again” he moaned. 

“Daddy” you called him again, with more certainty this time. 

He started thrusting once again, with more force this time, punishing your spot with his tip. You almost fell back on your arms but Chris kept you in place, while his mouth was nibbling at your ear. 

“Keep calling me daddy, baby, come on” he urged you, and then grabbed your neck, applying slight pressure. 

He continued hitting that spot that made you see stars and slight white spots clouded your vision. “Da-daddy” you blabbered, the coherence in your brain inexistent as your nails dug into the back of his hand that was holding you in place. “Daddy, harder, please” 

Chris growled and pushed you down on the bed by the back of your back, his hands grabbed your hips and set a furious, punishing pace that had you screaming onto the pillows, not caring anymore about waking up the whole floor. 

He planted one of his feet on the bed and thrusted even deeper inside you, if it was even possible. 

“Daddy, daddy, I’m close” you whimpered, your fingers close to ripping the sheets to threads from how hard you were gripping them. 

“Fuuuck, babe, me too” he whined, his thrusts getting sloppier and slightly uneven, but still hard and fast nonetheless. 

You clenched around him as you felt the familiar burn on your lower stomach. 

“Daddy!” you whimpered loudly when you felt his fingers start to rub tight circles around your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

Your toes curled and legs shook as you felt the orgasm crash all over you, feeling like your body was about to pass out. 

You didn’t even notice Chris’ hard thrusts as the shallow noise of skin slapping on skin stopped when he stilled to let his cum fill you up completely to the brim. He panted loudly as he fell next to you on his back. 

His head turned to look at you while a hand brushed over your arm. “You okay, sweetie?” he asked you, worry lacing up with his tone as he saw how erratic your breath had become.

“I can’t feel anything… am I dead?” you asked him, making him chuckle out loud. 

He smiled widely and your heart flipped. “No, you’re alive, baby” he said, and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. “What was that earlier?” 

You blushed crimson red and hid your face on the pillow. “Nothing” you said, your voice muffled by the sheets. 

He giggled like a little kid and poked your side, making you squeal. “Yeah, what was that that you called me? Daddy?”

You looked at him in the eyes and bit your lip. “You sure seemed to like that shit?”

“Like it?” he asked and pulled you on top of him, making you wince due to the soreness in between your legs. The mixed juices from both of you were oozing out of you, hitting his leg but Chris didn’t seem to care at all. “I loved it, baby” he replied to you and you bit your lip. 

“I should call you that more often then” you said, raising your eyebrows teasingly.

“Oh, yeah, please” he said, kissing your lips. “Do it any time you want”

── .✦

Chris and you woke up the next day, and took a shower to start the day refreshed and clean from everything you did last night.

You dressed up in some loose jeans and a fit top, and put on some cute boots. 

“Do you wanna go out for lunch later? I have to hit the studio at three and I’m afraid I won't have much free time for us” he pouted.

“Of course, baby” you smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He arched his eyebrows after you pulled away.

“I’m not calling you daddy now, Chris, save that for later”

“Aww” he pouted and you laughed at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him along with you. 

You both got out of the room and found Jeongin washing the dishes from the breakfast he had. 

You sat down with Chris next to you and the youngest turned around and smiled at you. “Hey, guys” he chirply greeted you.

“Hey, Innie” you said with a smile.

“How did you guys sleep last night?” he asked curiously.

You choked on your own breath when you recognized his knowing smirk.

“Knock it off” Chris warningly said to him.

“Why should I… daddy?” Jeongin said slowly. 

Your eyes widened and your face blushed deep red.

“Jeongin!” Chris yelped, standing up abruptly “Shut up, and certainly don’t tell the others”

“Oh, no, I definitely won't’” he shook his head, feigning innocence. 

Chris looked at Jeongin smiling to himself as he shut himself inside his room. 

“Do you think he said something?” you asked him, watching him plop down on his seat once again.

Chris sighed and didn’t say anything, grabbing his phone. His eyes visibly widened when he clicked on the group chat he had with his eight children. He dropped the phone on the table and stood up again, walking towards Jeongin’s room. 

“I’m killing that son of a bitch”

── .✦

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'I need more'?!

NSFW Bang Chan x Reader

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI!, Unprotected sex, Private Voyeurism, and cursing. Please let me know if I left any out!

Short drabble because Christopher's solo stages have me slowly going insane so enjoy! LOL

You shouldn’t feel like this… You shouldn’t be so angry? Jealous? Honestly in this moment staring into the mirror of your hotel room, you were sharing with your boyfriend, you really had no idea what you were feeling. Your boyfriend, who was currently on his way home from the arena after another sold out show, he didn’t do anything wrong? Its not like he sat on stage half naked making the same faces he does with you alone, the same eyes rolling in the back of his skull while throwing his head back the same way you’ve seen him do 100 times. But 100 times for you, 100 times in the privacy of 4 walls, no one around. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy watching his little stage, because god quite the opposite. The second he strolled on the stage slowly dragging that chair… Your mind went blank, excitement starting to pool between your thighs. You loved every second of it. Every fake nail mark…. Every hand print… And now ‘I need more’? You know it’s just a stage. It’s his job. You’ve never felt this feeling before. So why this feeling, why now?

The sound of the hotel room door opening snapping you out of your mind spiral. 

“Y/N”

“Im in here, just washing my face.”

Just as you splash cold water on your face you feel arms wrap around your waist. His face resting against your back.

“You okay baby? You just about sprinted out of the arena after the show.”

You don’t answer, looking up meeting his gaze. You study his for a moment. His half zipped chrome hoodie exposing a bit of the left on stage make up from that damn stage. He watches your eyes burn into his chest.

“Baby? Come on now what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Nothing babe, just tired. Had a little too much fun today thats all.”

“Okay if you say so, hurry and wash up so we can cuddle a bit before bed.”

He slowly unwraps his arms and leaves a lingering kiss to the inside of your neck. 

“Love you”

You hear him start to rustle around the room. You know he can tell something is wrong, not just from him asking but the look in his eyes. He can read you like a book. 

You notice the lights from outside in the room start to dim. You walk out of the bathroom to investigate.

“Chris what are you doing?”

Sitting in one of the chairs, jacket fully unzipped, basketball shorts still on but legs spread apart showing off his thick thighs. He has his head leaned back until he hears you start to walk over to him. Placing one of his hands on his lap lightly tapping himself, inviting you to come take a seat. 

“Come on baby girl, come take a seat and tell me why you seem so upset.”

Crossing your arms in protest, an attempt that wouldn’t last very long. You never lasted long when Chris looked like this. Hair disheveled, skin still sticky from sweat, half dressed because after a long show he just cant be bothered. 

“I don’t want to.”

“Oh you don’t? I just dont think I believe you.”

Reaching out to you still in your outfit from the concert. Tiny little skirt with nothing on underneath within grabbing distance of him. He takes the hem of your skirt pulling you a little closer to him. Running his index finger between your folds and bringing the wetness up to his mouth to suck it off. Taking everything in you to not whimper. 

“Sure doesn’t feel like you dont want to my sweet, deliciously sweet girl.”

He grabs your arm pulling you forward until you turn around, falling into his lap. You land so perfectly, your head falling back onto his shoulder, legs draped over his. His hands immediately start moving. One down under your skirt feeling around kneading your thighs. The other up your shirt finding your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. All while starting to give little bites to your ear lobe. 

“This is what I am thinking about you know.” he whispers into your ear as he starts circling around the bundle of nerves currently in desperate need of being touched.

“Think about when?”

“When im on stage, I picture this exactly. You in my lap letting me take you as I wish.”

“You mean when you are infront of thousands of people getting to think about you like that. Getting to fantasize about you.”

“Awww I know what’s wrong now. Did my baby get a little jealous?”

“Nooo” You start to whimper as he inserts 2 fingers and begins curving them up so perfectly.

“Oh yeah thats it, they may get to see what I look like when I think about you but they’ll never get to hear these sweet sounds that come from you.”

You feel his body shift as he pulls his shorts and boxers down enough to free himself. He take his hand and uses himself to start to tease you. Slowly causing you to buck, silently begging him to enter. 

“Nope baby I want to hear you tell me why you ran out of that arena so quickly when all I wanted after the show was to bend you over and take you before coming back here.”

“It’s silly Channie, fuuuckkk…. I don’t want to.” His fingers pumping in and out with his thumb circling your clit it was hard to think.

“Never silly baby tell me.”

“I was jealous…But not because you were on stage like that.”

“Oh?” You can feel his shit eating grin against your neck as he bites, sucks, and licks while you try to speak.

“I was jealous because I wasn’t up there with you. And Fuck Christopher you just looked so incredible. ”

“Good girl using your words.” He slips himself inside you pulling your waist down on him deeper. “Why don’t you show me what you would do if you were on stage with me.”

You sit up a bit, legs still draped over his, and begin moving yourself up and down.

“Chris, want them to know youre mine.” Your words slurring out.

“Yeah? Fuck yeah, show them. Show them what a good girl you are.”

“Im your good girl”

“Thats right baby, mine just mine. and I am all yours.”

He begins matching your bouncing with his own thrusts. Using one hand on your waist to guide you and the other to add extra stimulation.

He can feel you getting close and based off his unsteady grunts you could tell he was as well. 

“want me to show you how much I am yours y/n?”

“Yes, please show me!” You grasp at his thighs, as you feel the knot in your stomach about to burst.

“Fuck, Im going to cum in this pretty pussy and show the world you are mine. Cum for me sweet girl, cum for me and scream my name. No one can scream my name as perfect as can.”

“Chris uhhh fuck CHRIS”

“God, fuck you are such a good girl.”

Both of you reaching your high together, he starts to slow his movements helping you down from such a high, high. You can feel your combined arousal soaking Chris’ lap. You slouch down into his chest listening to his steading heartbeat.

“Imagine we did that on stage baby.”

“I think you be out of a job.” 

Both of you laughing against each other. You loved this feeling, right after where you felt so close to him.

“I love you Chris”

“And I love you more. I want to say there’s no need for you to get jealous but I’m not going to lie it’s pretty sexy on you.”

“Shut up! It’s not my fault you felt the need to look so fuckable on stage! You know what that manspreading does to me!” You turn slightly to playful swat at his arm but you are met with his hand palming your cheek and pulling you into the deepest kiss.

“Never forget I am yours, and I always will be.” You can hear his honey dripping smile through his words.

Suddenly all the unexplainable rage from an hour ago had melted away as you cuddled deep into Chris  and left little kisses on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. 

“And I am yours Channie, now and forever.”

Hyunjin is the type of dom to go out and buy you specific things to wear. It ranges from cute oversized sweaters you’re only allowed to wear in the dorm, around him, with nothing underneath. Then there are dresses -specifically flowing sundresses he can easily hike up above your waist to have unrestricted access to your cunt whenever he pleases.

He’ll take you out on dates, nice, expensive, and intimate outings. You’ll ask him what to wear and he’ll already know just what you should put on. “This’ll look nice, love..” he smiles as he lays it out on his bed, already growing hard at how clueless and willing you are to accept his decision -unaware of what he plans to do to in it.

Hyunjin doesn’t stop there, going out of his way to purchase expensive jewelry that he swears “is just a nice gift” for you but in reality it’s his way of possession. You’re not allowed to remove the necklace until he says so. You can’t leave his sight without that dainty ankle bracelet on. Not only does it make you as his but the view he has of it when you’re coming undone around his cock is to die for.

He’s got an astounding amount of pictures of you saved in his phone. Some are innocent enough, capturing your sweet smile while you’re out with him, and encompassing how gentle you look in his eyes. The other half are a little more twisted, scandalous photos of you whoring yourself out to him, and ones that he’ll randomly show you just to remind you how depraved you can be behind closed doors.

“You’re so photogenic, baby. Smiling while I fuck you senseless, so cute..” he’d mumble in your ear, hand inching up your thigh as you squirm and curl closer to his body. Anybody could walk past and see him admiring the obscene pictures and that scared you to an extent but Hyunjin could sense the excitement radiating off you the longer he scrolled through the hidden album on his phone.

A smirk inched its way onto his charming features as he admired each snapshot he had of you. All the while you remained blushing, head tucked into the crook of his neck as his hand finally delved between your warm thighs to cup your clothes cunt. He pressed his palm down onto your mound, stimulating your clit, and causing your panties to grow damper every second. You soon soaked through through the fabric and to his pleasure let him push aside the ruined fabric to push two ring clad fingers into your eager cunt.

His jewelry felt elicited a coolness on your clit and folds, contrasting how warm your walls felt as he pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly. Hyunjin didn’t look at you once as he toyed with you, sighing in content as he found another hidden folder full of your pornographic behavior. “This was fun wasn’t it, baby girl?” He smirked as you responded with a shaky moan of his name, desperate for him to give you his full undivided attention, but only curled his fingers forward to hit your gspot repeatedly.

“Hyunie…need your help…” you plead into his ear quietly, hips bucking gently to follow the pace of his hand, but Hyunjin spares you one smug glance before retreating his hand from your slippery cunt -much to your dismay.

“I will when we’re alone. You can wait a little longer, sweetheart…”

“Love To Hate You” H.H.

[ MDNI ]

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You were so oblivious. Never paying much attention to anything but your job and most people would commend you for it. The burden of working under a company like JYPE wasn’t for the weak and as a current staff member you were well aware of that. Being assigned to assist the company’s most influential boy group didn’t make your life any easier either but you enjoyed the challenge and always showed up to work with a smile and an enthusiastic personality.

Everyone thought you were too sweet and quiet to be doing such a taxing job. Many of the other staff would have to remind you to take breaks or at least stop and eat something since you tended to forget about things like that. Even the members noticed how dedicated you were to them, always bringing them delicious homemade meals on special occasions, or taking extra time and effort to situate their styling correctly. These small gestures were essentially a substitute for your lack of confident social skills.

You’d never let a detail get past you, made sure they were comfortable with everything you pick out, and are the first to assist them if something goes wrong.

Because of your docile and attentive manner they all took a liking to you very quickly. Chan even joked that you were essentially their honorary “baby” which at the time made you blush every time any of the members addressed you that way. You became a close friend with them and often found yourself spending time with the group when their schedules allowed it.

Most of the members became attached to you in their own ways -but not all.

As close as you were to the majority of Stray Kids, Hyunjin always seemed to keep his distance from you. He wasn’t cruel or intentional about avoiding you but it was obvious he was doing it. You didn’t say anything about it, never mentioned it to the other members either, and though you felt guilty for possibly making him uneasy you still were friendly in his presence. The nagging urge to confront him waded underneath your shroud of shyness and it didn’t help that Hyunjin could be intimidating sometimes.

That didn’t hinder the others from wanting you around though. It became normal for you to be around them beyond work obligations.

When you started coming around the dorm more often Hyunjin seldomly interacted with you. Although, more than a few times you’d caught him staring you down or eyeing any member who was close to you. He’d never say anything, nor would he directly focus on you if he didn’t have to, and this caused your nerves to be on edge when he entered the room.

The times he did give you the slightest attention ranged from randomly pushing a strand of hair behind your ear when you’d fix his outfits or a simple gesture like waiting to hold the door open for you when you’d drop by the dorms. To anyone else it just seemed like he being kind to you but it was obvious he didn’t do these things for any other staff…it was just you in particular.

This confused you further and one particular night after drinking through a few glasses of alcohol with Felix and Seungmin you wandered into Hyunjin’s room to finally confront him.

You felt nervous but the alcohol in your system overpowered your usual timid nature. Curiosity played a part in your sudden boldness as well but it was mostly the inevitable feeling of unease Hyunjin might harbor around you.

So, when you shuffled into his room and slid down the door as you closed it shut with a dazed look in your eyes Hyunjin wondered if you’d gotten lost trying to find Felix’s room instead.

That would be the only logical reason, he thought to himself.

If that wasn’t the case he prayed you wouldn’t stay long enough to notice the rising tent in his pants. He tried his best to hide it by leaning forward in his chair until his elbows rested on his knees which only left his face in your direct line of view. “Why are you here,” he asks with a slight smile, gaze slowly taking in your appearance, and you shifted slightly as he did. He was attempting to sound friendly but the question just came out rushed instead since his head was spinning at the sight of you.

You’d totally forgotten that it wasn’t at all proper to sit so leisurely with a skirt that short on. He could see everything you had to offer, your untouched mound so tenderly hidden behind lace underwear, and your sheer thigh high stockings elevating the bare skin of your thighs. Hyunjin took one glance at it all and had to remind himself it wasn’t right to take advantage of a sweet girl like you…even if you were practically asking for it.

The moral part of you knew readjusting your posture would be the respectful thing to do, but the other half wanted him to keep looking…at least now you’d have his full attention for once.

He couldn’t look away from you even if he tried…and he’d been trying since the first time the two of you met. Now, it just felt like pure torture to see you in a state like this. So vulnerable, powerless, and obnoxiously aware of the tension between you two.

“Why are you here,” he asks you again, forcing his gaze to remain on your face as you huff and lazily try pull your skirt down. You fail miserably though and the fabric just rides up your thighs higher. “Why do hate me…” you blurt the question out in a soft tone, as if you’ll cry if he doesn’t tell you the truth, and Hyunjin can’t help but to lick his lips at the sound. Hate you? Is that what you thought he felt towards you, hatred?

Hyunjin stifled a groan as the thought flooded his mind. All this time he’d been waiting for the right time to get closer to you and you show up in his room, drunk, almost in tears, and acting unintentionally seductive all because you think he hates you???

The irony made his cock jump with agitation and he forced himself to exhale steadily before saying anything else to you.

“I don’t hate you,” he responds honestly but you don’t believe him. “Yes, you do..” you mumble solemnly, hot tears begging to slip down your cheeks, and you tilt your head back against the wall to blink them away. An exasperated sigh leaves Hyunjin’s chest and he stands up from his bed to walk over to you. If his words couldn’t convince then he’d have to go to the extreme at this point.

“I don’t hate you,” he repeats himself, closing the distance between you two until he’s towering over your slumped form. This was the closest he’d ever gotten to you -that didn’t require you to be doing your job- and your heart beats rapidly realizing it. “Yes…yes you do Hyunjin,” you whisper and stare up at him defeatedly. “It’s okay if you don’t like me..” you assure him with a small smile and he rolls his eyes in annoyance. He knew you could naive and a little slow to realize when someone’s being genuine with you but it was only working him up more. He reached for one of your hands, placing it right over his evident bulge, “fuck,” he moans quietly at the forced contact and you watch as he rolls his neck to regain some of his composure before staring down at you again.

That was incredibly attractive for no reason, you think to yourself.

Your eyes go wide at the feeling his length, fingertips flush against his clothed cock as it twitches under your gentle touch. Hyunjin lets out a shakey breath, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as you gingerly palmed him as if you couldn’t believe he let you touch him, and you really couldn’t. “Does it feel like I hate you?,” his breath hitches as the question tumbles from his mouth and you shake your head slowly before whispering, “No..”

He twitches again, swallowing a sudden moan when you place a kiss on his covered hard on. You couldn’t help it, mind fuzzy from alcohol, and the newfound information of Hyunjin pinning over you rather than despising your presence sparking a need you didn’t know existed.

Hyunjin pried your hand away from his crotch, pulling you up to stand as he did so, and you stumbled forward into him from a lack of sobriety. His lips pressed onto yours without hesitation, tongue kissing you until your heavy breaths turned into soft moans. “I hate what you do to me,” he confesses his frustrations in the midst of your lips finding his and your core throbs hearing it. His hands wanders to the curve of your ass, hiking your skirt up high as he squeezes the warm flesh, and trails tender kisses across your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair, pulling the strands gently as he makes one mark after the next on your flushed skin. With his hands on your hips you’re eager to grind against him and he lets you until he’s brought you over to his bed. The back of your knees hit the edge and he gently shoves you down. “I hate that I can’t have you…can’t touch you whenever I want…can’t fuck you whenever I want..” Hyunjin groans as he comes to hover above you, grazing a hand down your leg to place it around his waist, effectively bringing your core right to the imprint of his cock. You stifle a yelp at the jolting contact, hips automatically lifting to feel more of him, and he allows it with a satisfied smile on his face. “Tell me you’ve wanted this to…that I’m not the only one..” his voice sounds so distant but it fills your head to the brim with lust. “You’re not the only one,” you reply breathily, head lulling back as he slips a hand between your thighs and rubs his thumb in circles over you covered clit. You clench around nothing as his touch stirs a familiar warmth in your core.

A blush paints your cheeks as his touch reveals how wet you are. You’ve practically ruined your underwear now and he makes it a point to admire his effect on you. “Is this just for me?” Hyunjin delves a finger past your folds without warning, adding another to stretch your tight cunt when he feels how easily you take the first. You tremble at the sudden invasion and moan out a broken, “Y-yes…” He hums in approval, curling his fingers forward until he finds the sweetest spot in your walls that makes you jolt underneath him as he abuses it. All while continuing to massage your clit in slow circles of his thumb.

“Ah…mmm Hyun-Hyunjin….” You can’t help yourself from moaning his name, lips forming a small ‘I’ shape as he focused on your pleasure.

You were sure that you’re high wasn’t far off and one look at Hyunjin concentrating on your every reaction didn’t help your stamina. Your hands reached for him and he immediately came close to you, sharing open mouthed kisses as he pumped his fingers lazily into you, every noise you made he quieted with a tender kiss, and soon your cunt contracted around his fingers before spilling your cum all over them.

“I’ve been waiting forever to do that,” he mutters into your ear, kissing it as a smile tugs at his lips. “Your pussy feels better than I imagined..”

You moan weakly in response and he occupies himself with marking up your neck again while his fingers slowly leave your weeping cunt. It felt like pure heaven when he takes a moment to play with your clit, edging you towards another high as he discreetly pulled his cock out of its confinement. You feel his length brush your inner thigh and you smiled at the promise of having it.

Hyunjin brushed a hand through your hair, the rings on them making it easier for him to fist a handful, and using the hold to force your head to the side. You whined at his rough gesture but couldn’t complain as he lovingly whispered in your ear, “I don’t hate you…but I’m going to fuck you like I do…” his word are met with a pathetic groan of anticipation from you, hips lifting to feel his cock slide up and down your slit. He lets out a sharp breathe, the hand in your hair tightening as you stimulate yourself with just his girth, and for a moment all hes capable of doing is enjoy it.

You’re so desperate to get off that when Hyunjin does push past your folds you instantly cry out loudly and have to steady yourself by clinging to him. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his size at all, keeping his promise about fucking you like he does actually hate you, and your body is on fire from the sensation. His hips create fluid and intense strokes, allowing his cock to reach places in your core you didn’t know could be touched.

His entire body envelopes your own, leaving no space between you two, and only amping up the amount of heated tension. “When we’re done you’ll never think I hate you again…” Hyunjin stays true to his word and by the next morning you don’t even question why you’re in his bed, curled up in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat steadily resounding in your ear.

He’s never hated you. That much you’re sure of now.

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Casual sadism fits Changbin so well, don’t you think? He’s not mean to you at all but oh do you love it when he’s a little rough without even trying.

You could be talking, babbling away about a topic for ten minutes straight, but then Changbin gently slaps your cheek before getting a hold of your jaw to make you look at him. “Hush for a minute, honey…” he quietly instructs you, watching the way your cheeks flush a light shade of pink, and how your lips immediately press shut.

It’s hard to think straight when he grabs you by the arm and pulls you into his chest, not letting go until your eyes are fixed on his, and a timid whimper leaves your chest. “Pay attention to me when I’m talking to you..” he mutters against your mouth, hands now firmly gripping your waist, and leaving no space between your body and his.

Your mind goes fuzzy with need when Changbin discreetly pulls on your hair, just a light tug to get your undivided focus, but it’s enough to make your core pulse with heat. “Binnie that hurt,” you fake a pout just for him to do it again with a smirk on his face, “Then why are you smiling?…” he teases you shamelessly, ducking his head to place a chaste kiss on your lips that leaves you chasing his for more. He’d just pull away from you, the hand in your hair lowering to slap your ass as you grimace and swat at his chest.

“Pervert…” you hiss and Changbin instantly reclaims his position behind you, pressing his growing erection to your back, and you have to inhale sharply to stop yourself from bending over right there and then for him. “You’d let me fuck you right here, right now. Don’t act so innocent, little slut…”

Changbin is the type of boyfriend to use you like a fleshlight during sex. Sure he can be sweet and hold you close in a hug, pick you up gently so he hits that spot that has you circling your hips for more, and of course he gently presses your knees to your chest to fully envelope himself in your pretty pussy. …but when he’s utterly lost in the embrace of your fluttering cunt and your little squeals and whimpers turn into desperate moans he forgets about being gentle and just USES you. to the point where you can’t feel your legs anymore, letting them dangle around his hips as he guides you up and down his cock. Changbin watches your cum coat his length repeatedly, eyes trained on how well your fleshy entrance sucks him back in so easily.

His grip on you will surely leave bruises, fingerprints that’ll remind you how full he makes you feel, and the knots of pleasure he causes. “Fuck, m’gonna c-cum a-again..” you warn him between disoriented breathing and he groans hearing your soft voice say such filthy things. He’s close too and lets you know by easing your hips higher and inflicting sharp punctuated thrusts on you. You cry out and throw your head back as he chases his high through any means necessary. You don’t even care that he’s basically bruising your cervix or that your body has no other use to him besides accepting his cum.

Changbin bites his lip hard as your cunt squeezes his cock with urgency. It takes one last shallow thrust for him to spill his warm release inside your aching core. Your lips hang open at the feeling, your own high washing over you just from the sensation of Changbin filling you up. He doesn’t pull out immediately, massaging your tummy gently to help you calm down and ensure you’ll keep his cum secure. You reach down to feel it too but he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it with a smile on his face. His hips start to move again and you whine feeling him fuck his cum deeper. “I want you full of me…need you to remember how good I fuck you when im away…”

clingy dom chan is so needy. he’s not subtle about it either. he’ll pout and sulk if you don’t sit on his lap or let him feel you up whenever he pleases. his hands kneading your tender breasts while you cook or clean, head nuzzling the side of yours as he presses his chest firmly to your back.

you can’t focus with him all over you and he knows it so he won’t listen to a word you say in protest. if anything you’ll feel him dive a hand into your shorts, humming in approval when he finds you’re wearing nothing else, and you huff in embarrassment as his cold touch tickles your warm skin. “don’ touch me,” you scold him, pressing your thighs together to prevent Chan from teasing your cunt any further but he completely ignores you.

“Why? You look adorable when you’re busy, little one..” he attempts to diverge your focus with a charming compliment and you nudge his torso with your elbow in response.

His free hand reaches under your Sanrio tank top to pinch your nipple, rolling the hardening bud in slow circles with his thumb, and earning a quiet yelp from you. He seizes the window of distraction to nudge your legs open again.“stop….channie..m’ busy” you struggle a bit but go completely weak when he plays with your clit, prodding your folds apart with slow dips of his hand, and it’s almost laughable to him how easily you get worked up. A broken moan tumbles from your chest the more Chan toys with you, tuning out every refusal you make as he pumps a couple of fingers in your precious little pussy that he undoubtedly owns. You whine and wriggle even more, trying to run away from his hand before you come on it and inevitably ruin your shorts, but he’s way too strong for you…a thousand times more forceful when he’s feeling extra clingy.

clingy dom Chan makes you feel helpless when he’s like this, using you as an outlet for his affection, and the singular warm body he wants to explore. The more you fight Chan the harder he gets, groaning and grunting indecipherable curses into your skin as he restrains himself from spreading your shaking legs wide open to drive his cock into you until tears run down your gorgeous face.

clingy dom Chan holds out for as long as possible, wanting to make you cum as many times as you can standing up while only riding his hand. you’ve forgotten all about your chore/task, going numb with pleasure as his skilled fingers brush against your tight walls, hitting every familiar sweet spot you have, and his palm consistently slapping on your clit with every re-entry he makes. he listens to each quivering moan you let out, every silent sob you choke on, and the logic in his brain gradually shuts off hearing them.

“Don’t wanna cum…h-have to focus…” you stutter out another plea, eyes sliding shut as he slows the pace of his hand to dive deeper into your cunt. you’re not far from cumming, head going fuzzy already, and your body slumping foraaard on the nearest surface. Chan shakes his head at your defeated state, smiling as you ramble on between your moans that you’re busy and he shouldn’t be doing this to you.

clingy dom Chan pulls you upright with a firm hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to steal your breath away as your head falls back onto his bare shoulder. “need to use you…it won’t take long I promise, sweetheart..” he breathes into your ear lowly, placing a kiss behind it when you shudder at the sound of his voice, and your hands gripping at his veiny arms in an attempt to pry him off your body.. it’s no use though…Chan automatically has the upper hand. you can feel every fluctuating muscle he has, the gentle force he imposes on your smaller body to take whatever he wants, and you whimper pathetically at the feeling.

clingy dom Chan drags you to the living room, pushing you to lay down underneath him in one fluid motion, and you yelp from subtle roughness, but welcome his presence on top of you. his eyes study your features, cherishing the adoration in your eyes even when he’s uncontrollably attached to you.

clingy dom Chan is partial to messy open mouthed kisses. You’re willing to fight him then, trying to win dominance over his tongue, but failing miserably as he sucks on yours and groans at the taste of you. he’s careful to remove your shorts, tossing them to the floor without breaking away from the kiss once, all the while lowering the band of his grey sweats and boxers to free his aching cock.

clingy dom Chan doesn’t warn you when he slips inside you in one defined thrust, consequently thrashing his tip into your cervix head on, and earning a muffled cry from you. it hurts being stretched to fit him despite being prepped seconds before, but tears still gather at the corner of your eyes as he pulls out just far enough for the head of his cock to settle in your dripping entrance. “fuck, you feel amazing…” Chan moans when you clench around his leaking slit, slamming back into your eager cunt with the same force from earlier, and you let the tears fall as the sharp pain morphs into an electrifying jab of satisfaction.

clingy dom Chan loses himself in your cunt, snapping his hips at a precise pace, and drinking in all the reactions you give every time his cock spilts you open. you’re drooling as the knot in your tummy winds tighter with each thrust, head rolling from one side to the next as tears blur your vision, and Chan bites out a string of apologies as he fucks you harder. he doesn’t mean to overwhelm you, has no intention to make you cry like this, but he can’t help it…”m’ sorry princess…daddy’s almost there…just a bit more and I’ll make you nice and full with my cum..” he praises you, kissing your parted lips as a mirage of cries leave them, and the tension in your body is begs to unfold for him.

clingy dom Chan is incredibly vocal, almost whining in your ear as his thrusts get sloppier, and your fingers intertwine with his on either side of where your head lays. you squeeze his hand tightly, a blush flooding your damp cheeks as your creamy cunt invites his twitching length in one last time before coating it with a healthy sheen of cum. you’re unable to voice a warning to him, manicured nails digging into the back of his hand as your climax comes crashing down on you at the speed of light, and Chan gives you a deliberately aggressive stroke as a punishment.

“fuck I’m sorry daddy!…” you cry out, a soft sob following your apology as he abuses your sensitive core. He drags your interlocked hands above your head, forcing them to stay there as he coaxes another orgasm out of you, “sorry or not…you’re gonna cum again as many times as I want now..” he groans from deep within his chest.

clingy dom Chan does just that, even after he’s fucked one load of his cum into you after the next. you’re left to take it -at his complete mercy. no amount of your crying, running, and begging makes him stop. He forgets his promise to let you go, purely invested in making you regret coming without his explicit permission for hours on end.

This was a quick thought so I’m sorry for the lack of plot… 🖤

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Credits to the owner also IM SORRY NOT SORRY FOR THE AUDIO LMAO 🖤

Protective

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Word count: 1,660

Content warnings: Fluff, suggestive 

Summary: You show up in a pretty bikini for the boys pool day. What happens when Seungmin notices how his friends are looking at you?

Mudangbeolle: ladybug, Naekkeo: My Sweetheart/Mine

He’s breathless as he stares at you with wide shocked eyes, you had just slipped out of your brightly colored cover up to reveal your soft lavender ruffled bikini clad body, he had always knew you were beautiful you were his best friend of course he found you absolutely stunning inside and out. But seeing your body as undressed as you were currently in only your bikini was making his brain malfunction, he couldn’t form any thoughts as his eyes raced up and down your body his eyes catching on the soft lavender ruffles on your bikini top and the tiny bow in the middle of your bikini bottoms. And when you turned around his eyes nearly crossed at the sight of the pretty lavender ruffles on the back of your bikini bottoms.

But when he saw Changbin shift on his feet not far from you something dark rose up in Seungmin, he could see Changbin staring at your ass as you continued to bend over your bag digging through it for something. He suddenly stepped forward and glowered heatedly at Changbin who jerked back at Seungmin’s sudden movement before his eyes darted towards the side guiltily. Seungmin felt his nostrils flare angrily as he saw the others all begin to avert their eyes from you and he glared at each one of them before coming to Lee Know who held a smirk on his face as his eyes didn’t dart away from your body.

“Mudangbeolle, you look so pretty in your bikini.” Lee Know coos at you as you stand up straight after grabbing your sunglasses from your bag. Seungmin watches with silent curiosity as he watches your cheeks flush prettily at Lee Know’s compliment before you smile at the older man.

“Thanks Lee Know.” you say almost shyly and Seungmin feels that darkness rise up again inside him. He can’t place what it is that he’s feeling at the moment but he knows he needs to keep you away from the others to protect you from their gazes.

“She always looks pretty.” Seungmin grumbles at tensely and your eyes dart over to him surprised as your cheeks flush prettily once again at his words before you duck your head slightly. Seungmin’s hit with pride as his chest puffs up due to your reaction to his words.

“Thanks Seung.” you say softly to him and he preens at the nickname, he swings his challenging eyes to Lee Know who smirks once more at him before bowing his head slightly in surrender. Seungmin suddenly grabs your hand and guides you over to the pool steps before leading you into the cool water. Your soft gasp from behind him has him turning his head to watch you slowly walk into the pool and he’s stunned by how gorgeous you look as you sensually submerge yourself into the water. You grin up at him as you dip under the water until the water covers your shoulders and he smiles down at you while he stands tall, his eyes darting over the water and he’s glad that the water makes it slightly harder to see your bikini and body. He thinks it’ll make it harder for his friends to stare at you and hopefully they’ll stop all together.

Just as the thought filters into his brain though his friends are all jumping into the pool splashing the two of you with enough water to soak you both. Seungmin scowls softly at his friends who all grin at him knowingly as you laugh at their silly antics. But as Seungmin is distracted from you by his friends he hears you squeal softly and he’s whirling back to see Han dragging you through the water as his arms wrap around your waist keeping you caged against the front of his body. YOu reach out for Seungmin with a laugh on your smiling lips but just as Seungmin reaches back for you Han spins you away and begins to swim further away from Seungmin with you firmly in his hold.

“Hey!” shouts Seungmin with a furrowed brow as he begins to move after the two of you. Your laughter is loud bouncing off the water as the chase is on, Han manages to keep you away from Seungmin but soon the younger man is closing in on the two of you. Just as Seungmin reaches out for you Han swings you away and into the arms of Felix who laughs maniacally and moves quickly away from a scowling Seungmin while keeping you close to his body.

Seungmin huffs frustratedly as Han stands in front of him blocking his path while he smirks at him and wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin is about to give up on the chase as he spots Felix moving further and further away with you but then Felix leans forward and snuzzles into your neck making you cry out before reaching out to Seungmin. And suddenly he’s moving through the water around Han before his hand grabs onto yours. He pulls you gently from Felix’s arms and closer to him where you cuddle closer.

He stares down at you for a moment making sure that the boys didn’t rough you up too much but just as he’s dipping his head down to ask if you are okay Chan and Changbin start splashing the water around in the pool. You flinch away from the water and Seungmin easily steps in front of you to protect you. He glares at the older men as he feels you press yourself flush against his back and your arms wrap around his lower stomach, when he realizes that he can feel the ruffle of your bikini top pressed against his back he shivers in place. The weight of your breasts pushed against his back as his neck flushing brightly before the color traveled up to his face and ears.

“What’s the matter Seungminnie?” coos Chan as his eyes dart down to your arms wrapped around Seungmin’s stomach. Seungmin tenses slightly before his glare turns fully to his oldest friend trying to warn him to keep his mouth shut. “Feeling okay?” Chan asks as Changbin laughs loudly. “You look a little flushed. Maybe you should go relax in the shade.” Chan says sounding like a concerned friend but Seungmin knows exactly what he’s doing and just wants him to shut up before you figure out what he’s saying.

He’s not lucky enough though as your arms unwind from his stomach and you move to stand in front of him. Seungmin looks down at you and can see the concern lining your face as your eyes dart around him trying to see if he’s in pain at all. Seungmin shoots one last glare at Chan for a moment before he lazily wraps his arms around your lower back.

“Are you okay?” you ask him softly as one of your hands comes up to cup his face and tilts it side to side checking to make sure he’s okay. He nods as his eyes come back to connect with yours as he smiles softly while his fingers idly play with the ruffles on your bikini bottom, you shiver in his arms and his smile widens slightly before he’s pulling you closer to his body. “Then what is Chan talking about? Why are you so flush?” you ask still concerned for him. When his fingers dip just slightly under the edge of your bikini bottoms your whole body shivers and a gasp falls past your lips that drop open. Seungmin feels a warmth burst inside his chest and he drags you even closer to his body, nearly groaning with pleasure as you mindlessly cuddle close to him.

“He’s teasing me.” Seungmin answers you in a low tone that only you can hear, your head tilts to the side in confusion and Seungmin smiles at how adorable you look. “I’m a little embarrassed.” he said softly to you as his fingers dipped under your bikini bottom once more, pulling the same reaction from your body as you shivered and gasped again.

“About what?” you ask dazed as your head tilts up to his and he smiles proudly at being able to make you this way.

“Your bikini.” he answers softly and you frown slightly at his words.

“You don’t like it?” you ask worriedly and he smirks softly before ducking his head to your neck and nuzzles there like Felix had before. He feels your throat contract against his smirking mouth before he nips at your skin and you whimper quietly for him.

“I like it too much.” he answers roughly as his hands suddenly cup your ass and drags your hips flush to his. Your answering gasp makes his pride skyrocket inside him and trails his lips up your neck to your ear where he nips and sucks at your earlobe. You shift against him and he nearly groans out loud as your pelvis ghosts against his hard cock in his swim trunks. “And I don’t like it when the others stare at you. Naekkeo.”

“Oh.” you say softly and he pulls away slightly to get a look at your crinkled eyes as you smile widely. “I had hoped you’d like it. I know it’s your favorite color and I wore it for you.” you confess and Seungmin groans low in his throat causing you to chuckle softly at him. He growls softly then as his hands snake up your neck to cup your jaw and tilt your head up towards him before he presses his mouth messily to yours.

“Ah! My eyes!” calls out Chan suddenly and you chuckle against Seungmin’s lips as your arms wrap around his neck and drag him closer to you as you nip at his mouth. Seungmin grunts softly before slipping his tongue into your mouth and flipping off his friends with one hand while the other cups your ass and drags you against his body.

hello! i absolutely love your writing ☺️

lately ive just been nonstop thinking about needy bf hyunjin… like he comes home from practice with a sly grin on his face and you know exactly where he’s going. he keeps trying to tease you and get you worked up, but you hold off, trying to see if his facade will dissolve - and eventually it does, he admits how much he needs you and you just have the wettest, neediest, sloppiest soft sex ever, calling him baby and hyune as he calls you my love and angel while you cum together, chest to chest and arms wrapped around each other, emitting all the pent up love from the day. i would loveee if you could write something on this, a drabble or if possible a full piece 🫶

FEEL IT - H. HYUNJIN

-> pairing : soft dom!hyunjin x sub!reader

-> words count : 1.6 k words

-> genre : smut, established relation

-> warnings : teasing, praising, dry humping, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

+ the way i'm depicting hyunjin does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> author's note : this screams hyunjin, i loved writing this so much, these kind of intimate, steamy sex scenes are my favourites to write ! i hope you'll like it <3

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You were always eager to go back home early when you knew Hyunjin would come by after practice. Firstly, because you were just glad to leave work, and secondly - and mostly - because your boyfriend was always needy when he just danced for hours, desperate to release the pressure, especially if he hadn’t seen you in a few days. So when he walked into your apartment with that smirk on his lips and that look in his eyes, you immediately knew what he wanted. And he would get it, obviously, but for once you wanted to tease him a little, wanted to see if you could get him to crack before you. 

As usual, Hyunjin came to where you were standing in front of the kitchen counter, cutting up vegetables for the dish you were planning on making for dinner, and his hands immediately wrapped around your waist. Soon enough, you felt his lips ghosting over the nape of your neck, his long hair brushing against your skin and making you shiver. 

“- How was your day Hyune ?

- Good, we worked well on the new choreo, but I struggled to get some moves at first.”

You hummed as you tried to stay focused on not chopping your fingers off while Hyunjin let his hands slide underneath the hem of the shirt you were wearing. He asked about your own day, but it was hard for you to concentrate when he had pressed his whole body against your back, letting you feel his already hard cock. 

“- You smell so good, my love. I missed you.

- I missed you too Hyune.”

You turned around to kiss his cheek and then walked past him to grab the spices you needed to season your vegetables. You could feel Hyunjin gaze on you, and you almost laughed at seeing the obvious frown on his face. Normally, you would let him do whatever he wanted, no questions asked. So why were you ignoring him like that today ? 

“- I’m making some fried rice for dinner, sounds good ?

- You know damn well that it’s not what I wanna eat tonight.”

Hyunjin was now pouting as he got closer to you again, not letting you get away from him as he held your waist tightly, his other hand grabbing your face. You looked up at him with the best confused expression you had in stock.

“- What do you mean ? Do you want to order instead ? Or I can make something different if you want.”

Your boyfriend groaned, slowly realizing what game you were playing. He was always the one to make you break first, to make you admit that you wanted him. If all it took was for him to tell you that he needed you, he would. 

“- I’m not hungry for food my love, I’m hungry for you. Can’t you feel it ?”

Hyunjin pulled you closer to him, your thigh now pressed against his boner, his eyes glazed by lust as you dived into them. This time, it was on your face that a smirk appeared. You finally wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his face inches apart from yours, your lips brushing against his when you talked. 

“- I know. But can’t I tease my boyfriend a little ?

- Not when I’m horny. And not when I haven’t touched your gorgeous body in days.”

Sensing that his cheesy comment would probably earn him a side eye from your part, Hyunjin decided to simply lean down and press a kiss on your lips - something he had been dying to do ever since he spotted you in the kitchen when he got home. And you let him take control, melting against his mouth as his tongue started to dance sensually with yours. Hyunjin always kissed you in a way that left you dizzy and wanting more, in a way that had you melting in his embrace. And as one of his hands came up to settle at the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair, you whined against his mouth, definitely wet by now. 

“- I need you Hyune.”

Your words were enough for Hyunjin to lift you up bridal style and carry you to the bedroom. He was far too impatient to care about closing the curtains, simply dropping you on top of the sheets and immediately laying on top of you, his lips finding yours again in an even messier, sloppier kiss. Hyunjin pushed your legs apart, settling between your thighs with his hard on pressing against your clothed core and he didn’t wait a second before he started to grind against you, drowning your little whimpers and his moans by passionately making out with you. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to bring him closer to you if that was even possible, bringing his lips back to yours every time he tried to step away to breathe. And Hyunjin moaned every time you tugged on his black strand, only speeding up his moves against you, the friction against your clit feeling so good after days without him. His and your lips were red and puffy by now, but it only made him prettier. 

“- Wanna fuck you so bad my love, but I can’t stop… Feels so good.

- Don’t stop, please…”

So Hyunjin didn’t, resuming his kisses with even more intensity than before. You could feel drool pooling at the corner of your lips and dripping down to the pillows underneath your head, but you couldn’t care less when Hyunjin was rutting his hips against your own, a noticeable wet spot on his sweatpants being the proof of how turned on he was. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, aching for your boyfriend’s cock, but at the same time, you were so close to the edge that you were ready to wait a little bit. 

“- Hyune, I’m close…

- Me too… Shit, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants.”

Hyunjin’s hands left your cheeks that he was holding to grip at your waist, grinding into you harder and bringing the both of you to your orgasm. You threw your head back when pleasure overtook you, mewling his name as Hyunjin moaned yours, unable to stop himself from driving you and him to overstimulation. When you looked at him again, his face was flushed, his hair was a mess and a layer of sweat was covering his forehead, making him even hotter if that was even possible. 

“- Are you going to let me fuck you now my love ?

- Please baby”

He smiled at you while he helped you remove your shorts and underwear, already licking his lips at the sight of your glistening folds, the thought of finally burying his head in between your thighs plaguing his mind. But he could do that later, for now he wanted to feel you clench around him, and to hear you moan his name again and again. As Hyunjin got rid of his clothes too, you threw your shirt away, grabbing his hands to pull him closer to you as soon as he was naked too and his lips found yours once again. As he devoured your mouth, Hyunjin pushed his cock inside of you, drowning out your moans and his by kissing you harder. 

“- You feel so good, so wet and tight around me angel

- Feels so good too Hyune, love your cock !

- Fuck… You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Hyunjin buried his head in the crook of your neck as he snapped his hips forward, eliciting another whimper out of you. The lewd sounds he made with every sloppy thrust inside of your cunt were echoing in the room, mixing with your high-pitched whines and his pretty, airy moans. You were feeling so good, desire overtaking every one of your senses and the only thought in your mind being Hyunjin and the way he was fucking you into oblivion. 

No words were needed anymore as you wrapped your legs around his waist, Hyunjin adjusting the angle of his hips so that he could hit your sweet spot with every one of his thrusts. He was staring up directly at your face, admiring how gorgeous you looked when you were losing yourself in the pleasure he gave you. Your hands found his, intertwining your fingers to seek even more contact with his hot skin. You were both sweaty, but you didn’t care - you needed to feel as close as possible to him. And his chest pressed against yours, his forehead resting against yours - that wasn’t enough. You needed him to know how much you desired him, how much you loved him. 

“- I love you.”

Hyunjin answered with a loud moan, his eyes closing shut as his orgasm washed over him. His thrusts became even sloppier, even messier, but all you needed to cum was to see his ecstatic face, hearing his beautiful voice whining out your name like a prayer. Your nails dug into the back of his hands that you were still holding as you came, squeezing his fingers so tight it sent a tingle of pain through your body. You came down from your high to Hyunjin pushing away some strands of your hair that had stuck to your forehead. You were still trying to breathe normally again when your boyfriend kissed you lazily.

“- I love you too angel, so much.

- I know baby.”

He smiled at you, and your heartbeat that just got steady again was going crazy suddenly. Sometimes, you wondered how it was possible for someone to be this handsome. Sometimes you wondered how you ever got that lucky to get to be with him every day. 

“- Can you still make fried rice, though ? I’m really hungry, for food this time.”

The smirk playing on his lips made you giggle as you ruffled his hair even more. 

“- Only if you help me. 

- Of course my love.”

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( drabble ) slut for me ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 양정인 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ jeongin being a tease while he's fucking you ヾ

boyfriend!jeongin・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ choking, unprotected sex, hand kink wc ・ ‎0.4k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. requesting a jeongin smut fic (whatever scenario you’re feeling) with the following prompts: “you look so good with my hands around your neck.” “open your mouth for me, baby.” “you can take it, you’ve done it before.” “oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.”

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope you like it <3

“oh baby.” he cooed; his hand coming up to your neck; squeezing, you let out a whine that made him smile like the cheshire cat , knowing what his hands were doing to you. “you look so good with my hands around your throat.”

his hips slowly dragging along your wall teasingly as he fucked into. “i-innie.” you moaned in pleasure; his cock was big, intimidatingly big, and when you first had sex you it was hard for you to take his cock , he spent an expensive hour before actually fucking you , eating you out and stretching you out on his pretty fingers , making you cum before finally sticking his fat cock into you — years later that didn't change at all , your eyes rolling to the nack of your head as he filled you past your limits. “so-so big innie.”

“too much!” you moaned out in ecstasy ; he smiled , pushing himself deeper inside you. “is it if?” he groaned , feeling the tightness of your sweet cunt sucking him in. “you can take it though?” he hit a specific spot inside you that made you moan out in pleasure. “of course you can, baby , you've taken it before.”

he began to speed up; pounding into your cunt , your boobs bouncing from his abuse. “fuck , jeongin , fuck!” you screamed , his hand gripping your face , running his thumb along your bottom lip , you clenched around him. “you like that? my fingers that much?” pushing his thumb into your mouth , pushing down on your tongue , cursing as you began to suck. “such a nasty girl , sucking on my thumb like that.” he removed his hand from your cheeks. “open up your mouth for me baby.”

soon he was stuffing his fingers inside your mouth , cursing as he fucked you , gagging you with his fingers , laughing at your current state , spit covering his fingers; dripping down your chin into the crevis of your breast as you gagged around his long fingers. “you're drooling baby.” teasing you like he wasn't the reason you were like this. “you're like a slut for me baby aren't you.”

continuing the assault on both your cunt and throat. “so tight and warm baby , your pussy is sucking me baby , you gonna cum?” you nodded. “ye-yeah.” you moaned , tightening around him once more , before cumming. “fuck!” he cursed, thrusting a few more times before burying himself inside you, cumming deep inside you. “sh-shit.”

pulling his fingers out of your mouth just to wrap his hand around your neck , pulling you into a heated kiss , resting his forehead on yours , both of you still breathless. “you're so hot baby.”

“such a slut for me.”

©LUVYENI

Bangchan: He loves eating you out. It's his second favorite thing apart from fucking you. The noises you make, the faces, the way your body squirms from his mouth encourage him and he will eat your pussy until you are sensitive.

When you ride his face his nose is the main point. You grind against it and ride it as if you never will again and his tongue hangs out so he can catch every drop of you that drips out of you. Right before you're about to cum he grabs your ass and buries his face into your cunt, sucking on your lips, your clit. He runs his tongue through your lips and teases your hole. You tug on his hair and moan his name and his cock is hard inside his boxers. He gently squeezes your ass and tells you to cum and that's all you need. You drench his face and he licks up every fucking drop.

When he lays between your legs he makes sure he can't breathe. His face is buried so tight against you that that nothing else in the world matters to him. The taste of you, the smell hypnotizes him and all he can focus on is making you fall apart on his tongue. He knows when you're about to cum by the way your thighs shake as he keeps your hips down so you can't grind because he wants to feel your thighs shaking and hear you whine as your orgasm hits.

This man adores you and spoils you in everyway but it's when he can bury his face between his thighs that he really doesn't waste a single second. He drenches you in his spit which mixes with your arousal and by the time you cum, your pussy already feels extremely wet. He only makes it wetter by watching you cum before flattening his tongue against you until your clit is throbbing from sensitivity. He'll lick you a few more times before pulling back to lick his lips.

In short, this man thinks eating your pussy is the greatest treat he will ever have.

Changbin: He gives you no mercy. This man lives to eat your pussy. He eats you out on the couch after your friends leave often, but it's when he times himself to make you cum before they show up that really makes him hard and you desperate. His tongue always moves at a vigorous pace when he sets a goal for himself and you always enjoy the results.

He pushes your legs far apart on the couch as he kneels between them. Your ass hangs off the cushions as he buries his face between your thighs. His hands squeeze and spank your ass as he works his mouth on your cunt. You whine and tug at his hair which makes him cuss against you. Every sound you make always gets him going. He sucks your clit for a few moments just to make your legs shake before moving his tongue between your wet lips to tease your hole. He stares up at you and spits right on your hole as he watches you throw your head back. You can only moan his name and let out a sob of pleasure.

You could tug and tug at his hair but there is no moving him. Not that you'd ever want to move him. He's just that fucking desperate to make you cum and have you make a mess everywhere. A mess that he's always so happy and eager to clean up. He focuses on your clit a lot but his tongue loves nothing more than to slide between your wet lips where he can taste your arousal better. He always tells you he wishes your taste was a drink so he could taste it all the time. You tell him he's filthy, but he always ends up between your legs again.

You whine and tell him how much time he has before they arrive and he only groans against you. He never fails to make you cum before they arrive. He's just as desperate to make you cum as you are to actually cum. His nails dig into the soft flesh of your ass as he looks up at you. He flattens his tongue against you and licks up between your folds and over your clit a few times before sucking it into his mouth. Hard. You cry out and arch off the couch. You're close and he knows it.

When you're close to cumming he always adds his fingers and presses them against your gspot. When you squirt it's his favorite thing and he often makes you do it just for his own pleasure. He begs you to cum for him, to drench his face and you can only moan and do as he says, squirting all over him. He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his tongue so he can lick up every drop. Your legs shake at the intensity but you don't stop him. Nothing in this world would ever make you stop him.

Minho: He loves eating you from behind because he loves being able to play with your ass as you grind on his face. He loves knowing you're face down biting on your pillow to try and stay quiet because you never do. His mouth is magical and he always makes you moan his name or let out sobs of pleasure that go straight to his cock.

His nails dig into your ass as he buries his face against your cunt. He licks up the wet folds and presses the tip of his tongue against your hole to make you squirm and whine. He grins and pushes your legs apart so he can move his tongue down to your clit. You cry out and push back against his face causing him to dig his nails harder into your ass. You moan at the sensation. You can feel your arousal dripping out of you but he makes sure to lick up every drop.

He spanks your ass and tells you that you taste delicious and presses his tongue hard between your folds. He slides the tip of his tongue inside you causing you to clench, grabbing at the sheets desperately. He grins against you and spits on your hole using his tongue to spread it all around you. Not that you needed it with how wet you already were. He just has an obsession with making your pussy drenched before he fucks it.

He tells you that he wants you to cum on his face and continues working his mouth on you. You know as soon as you cum he's going to fuck you in this same position because he loved feeling his cum leaking out of you this way, loved how it mixed with your own release. He focuses on your clit as his fingers slide into your hole causing you to clench and moan his name. You push back on them trying to ride his fingers and it makes his cock throb with how desperate you are. He wants to fuck you so bad but not before you cum.

When you do cum it's with his mouth pressed against your cunt. Your body is shaking in pleasure as he licks you repeatedly to get every drop. Not that your taste would ever leave his tongue, but he was always eager for a fresh taste of you to add. He licks his lips and grabs your asscheeks hard. He spanks them and tells you you're a good girl before pressing the head of his cock against your pussy. You bite your lip and prepare for another intense orgasm, ready to cum all over his cock.

Han: This man loves eating pussy. He loves making you feel good, loves the noises you make and how your eyes always cross or roll back in your head. He loves feeling your thighs tremble around his head as he buries himself between your thighs. If eating pussy was a drug he'd absolutely call himself an addict.

His favorite way to eat you out is having you ride his tongue. He puts it out and lets you grind against it at your own pace for a little bit just loving the taste of you and the way your body moves. His hands rest on your thighs preparing himself for when he really dives in. With each drop of your arousal on his tongue he feels his cock throb. He knows he won't last the moment he gets his cock in your pussy but for now he focuses on making you cum.

He grabs your hips and stills you before diving in causing you to cry out and grab at the headboard. You whimper and whine his name as you grind against his face. His tongue moves between your wet lips before flicking over your clit over and over. Your legs are shaking around his head and he's obsessed with it. He groans against you and digs his nails into your thighs. You're pressed so tight against his face he can't breathe. He fucking loves it.

He licks up every drop, inhales your scent and finds himself lightheaded with how incredible you taste. He's also obsessed with how soft your pussy is, how fat it is. He always told you you had a fat pussy and it made you blush but he meant it as a compliment. Absolutely unhinged when he gets his tongue on your fat lips and he's able to bury his tongue between them. The way they clench around his tongue, fingers and cock was the best feeling in the world to him.

When your orgasm hits you're sitting on his face but his tongue is still working against you. Your toes are curling, skin sweaty as your orgasm races through you. You try to move but he holds you down until he's satisfied. When you're finally able to look down at his face his nose, mouth and chin are all drenched. You go to apologize but he just grins and spanks your ass telling you to ride his cock. You always do because no matter how sensitive you are afterwards you always want his cock in you.

Jeongin: He loves eating you out more than anything but also loves teasing you. He loves hearing how much you want his mouth on your pussy and will often speak dirty words to make you blush and beg. When you finally beg enough for his pleasure his mouth is on your pussy before you can cuss him.

He groans at the taste of you and wastes no time in sliding his tongue inside of you. He loves touching your thighs as he eats you out because your skin shivers under his hands. He loves the way you tug at his hair and it makes him groan against you. He tells you how delicious you taste and flicks his tongue over your clit just to hear you whine and to feel your fingers tighten in his hair. He sucks your wet lips into his mouth and lets them out of his mouth with a popping noise making you groan. He was so filthy.

He asks you if you want to cum from his mouth or cock with a grin on his face. He knows that you always want his tongue before he fucks you he just fucking loves teasing you. He laughs when you pull his hair before sucking your clit into his mouth making you cry out. He hums against you as he runs a finger down your went cunt. The pressure of his finger against your hole has you arching off the bed. You're already desperate to be filled and he knows it.

He pulls back and watches his finger slide inside your cunt. Your arousal clings to his finger and glistens in the light of your bedroom and it makes his cock ache. There was nothing prettier (besides your face) than your wet pussy. He'd put it on display for everyone to admire if he wasn't such a jealous, possessive person. He licks his lips and pulls his finger out before placing his tongue back on you. If you were going to cum he wanted it to be in his mouth.

When you do cum he can't help but let out a pleased moan. He grips your thighs hard and buries his face against you harder so he can lick up every drop. You whine at how sensitive you are but with the way he's cleaning you up there's no way you can tell him to stop. When he does finally stop he moves so you can see his leaking cock. You can only spread your legs further and grin at him. He doesn't need to hear a word before he presses his cock against your pussy.

Seungmin: He loves it when your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your pussy is so close against his face that the only thing he can smell is you, the only thing he can see is you. Your thighs work to block out the rest of the world and that's the way he loves it.

He mainly focuses on your clit because you're unusually sensitive there and he loves using it to his advantage. He loves the way you whine his name and squirm against the bed as he pleasures you. It only helps that your cunt is the tastiest thing he has ever had his mouth on. He wished he could spend his entire life between your thighs, his tongue between your wet lips.

You are a moaner and his name falls off your lips like a song. It encourages him to make your orgasm more blissful so he adds his fingers making sure to fuck them right against your gspot to hear you gasp and the creak of the bed as your back arches. He can't get enough of those noises you make. His cock is throbbing as he continues fingering you. He slowly pulls them out and sucks on them before placing his mouth back on your pussy.

His tongue works through your wet lips before moving back to your clit where he spells his name out on it with his tongue. Your thighs shake around him and you struggle to even moan. This man knows how to leave you breathless with everything he does. He spits on your cunt and watches it disappear between your lips groaning at the way your hole clenches. His cock aches to be inside you just as soon as you cum.

When he makes you cum it's intense. You end up squirting as he works his fingers inside you again as he sucks on your clit. He makes sure to leave his mouth open so you can squirt directly in his mouth. Your eyes widen at the sight and you're breathing heavily but you can't care when he's acting so desperate to taste you. By the time you come down from your high you're finally able to see him slowly jerking his cock. You pull your legs up and hold them up silently telling him what you want. He gives it to you without hesitating.

Felix: Eating your cunt is his addiction. Pleasuring you is his favorite thing. He listens to every sound you make and knows he'll remember them all. The way you taste and smell are engraved into his brain. Having your pussy on his face is a blessing and he's thankful to whatever was out there in the universe for allowing him to be the one to bury his tongue inside of you.

You always tug his hair as you grind against his face. Your hips are raised off the bed as you do it, moaning loudly. He stares up at you as he lets his tongue hang out so you can ride it. It slides between your wet lips and over your clit and you can't stop moving your hips. His hands are holding your thighs helping you move. He feels like he's about to cum just by how desperate you are.

You let out a loud whine of his name and that's all he needs. He stops your movements and slides his tongue inside of you. You sob and your legs fall open. You tug at his hair and arch off the bed as he fucks you with his tongue. You know you're wet as hell but he never cares. Every drop of you is on his tongue and he's swallowing it all down with a moan. He tells you that you're his good girl and your cunt is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. You blush and squirm causing him to grin.

He's not a dirty talker often. He really only gets filthy with his words when he's eating you out because he's able to feel what it does to you. He licks your wet lips a few times before sucking on your clit hard. Your hips jerk causing your clit to escape his mouth and grind against his nose. You sob and arch off the bed again as you dig your feet into the mattress. You knew you were close to an orgasm and so did he. He knew exactly how your body worked and was always obsessed with you cumming.

You drench his face but he has no complaints. Hls tongue is working all over you, even down near your ass where your cum and arousal has leaked down. You whine and clench around nothing and he cusses under his breath. He leans up and jerks his cock slowly before running it through your wet folds. You beg him to fuck you and he kisses you hard as he begins pushing inside you.

Hyunjin: He loves kneeling in front of you and eating your pussy. The way you struggle to stand and grab at the wall makes his cock leak. He loves having one of your legs thrown over his shoulder so he can reach your pussy better, moving his tongue all over you.

You moan his name and tug at his hair as he works his mouth against you. He loves sucking your clit and humming as he does it because it makes your hips jerk, your one grounded leg shaking. He looks up at you with such an intense look in his eyes it almost makes you cum. You can only see his eyes and part of his nose because of the rest of him is now buried so close against you there's no way he can breathe.

Your scent is his air. It's what he needs. Your taste hydrates him. His tongue licking in you as if you're a faucet and he's dehydrated. You can only moan and gasp as his tongue moves inside of you. You can't think straight. Not when a sex god is on his knees in front of you eating your pussy as if it's his last meal. You sob out his name and scratch at the walls, the sounds going straight to his cock. He knew when he got his cock inside of you that he wouldn't last long, but he never cared if it meant cumming inside of you and feeling you drench his cock.

You throw your head back against the wall and grip his hair tighter as his tongue movers over your cunt. Your clit is throbbing, hole clenching as he spits on you. He spreads you open and groans as he watches his spit slide against your hole. He flattens his tongue against your hole and licks repeatedly until you're shaking and struggling to stand. You're about to cum and he's eager to lick up every drop.

He presses two fingers against your asshole as he continues working on your cunt. Your ass was sensitive and you both loved it. He took advantage of it often which led to some incredible orgasms. Right when you're at the edge he slides his fingers in your ass causing you to cry out loud. Your body spasms, cunt clenching around his fingers as you squirt all over his face. He drinks it all down as he slowly fingers your ass. You breathe heavily as he pulls away from you and looks up at you with a grin. You grin back and tell him he better fuck you before you go and get a toy. You don't even have a toy. You don't need it. Not when he picks you up like you're nothing and throws you on to the couch.

Silence | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Boyfriend Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Angst , Smut

ᑉ³warnings; SMUT MDNI ,dirty talk, swearing, Fingering, oral f reciving, begging

ᑉ³Authors Note; 1k event Commisson giveaway winner @chrizzztopherbang (sorry it took so long :((( )

The restaurant was bustling, filled with the chatter of people enjoying their Friday night.

But at your table, a tense silence hung in the air.

Your parents sat across from you, glancing at the door every few minutes, waiting for the man they’d heard so much about. But as the minutes ticked by, Chan’s absence became glaring

Your stomach churned with anxiety, but you kept a smile on your face, holding onto the thin hope that maybe he was just running late. He had to be coming—this was the night you were finally introducing him to your parents, the people who mattered most to you.

Your phone sat face-up on the table, dark and motionless. No missed calls. No texts.

Not even a simple message to say he wasn’t coming.

You checked your phone again, the light of the screen glaringly bright in the dim restaurant. Nothing. He hadn’t reached out. No explanation. No apology. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, trying to keep the disappointment from showing on your face.

Your mom glanced at her watch, then back at you with a sympathetic smile. “Honey, maybe he got caught up in traffic or something. We can wait a bit longer.”

Your dad, on the other hand, wasn’t as forgiving. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his face a mask of thinly veiled frustration. “It’s been nearly an hour. If he can’t even make it to dinner with your parents, what does that say about him?”

You opened your mouth to defend him but stopped. You couldn’t deny that this wasn’t just an isolated event. Over the past few weeks, Chan had been slipping—forgetting dates, canceling plans last minute, or worse, just not showing up. But tonight, of all nights, was different. He knew how important this was to you. To both of you.

And he still wasn’t here.

It felt like a punch to the gut. You’d been nervous about tonight for weeks, planning every detail in your head. Your parents had flown in just for this. And Chan, the man you’d been dating for months, wasn’t even here

“Maybe something came up…” you offered weakly, though the words felt hollow, even to you.

Your dad sighed, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, a man who cares about you doesn’t let ‘something’ come up on a night like this. He makes time.”

The words stung because deep down, you knew he was right. You’d been making excuses for Chan for weeks, convincing yourself that his work, his schedule, was just overwhelming, and that it wasn’t personal. But this? This felt personal.

Your mom reached across the table, squeezing your hand gently. “We don’t have to stay, you know. We can reschedule, or…”

The thought of leaving without even hearing from him made your stomach drop. You wanted to brush it off, pretend like it didn’t matter, but it did. You wanted your parents to see the man you loved, to understand why you were so devoted to him. But right now, even you were struggling to remember that reason.

The waiter approached, a polite smile on his face. “Are we ready to order, or should I give you a few more minutes?”

You hesitated, glancing at the empty seat beside you, before shaking your head. “No, I think we’re ready.”

The rest of dinner was strained, your parents trying to keep up light conversation, but the tension in the air was undeniable. Every few minutes, your eyes drifted to your phone, but it remained painfully silent.

No word from Chan. No explanation.

By the time you made it back home, the weight of the evening settled heavily on your shoulders. Your parents had been kind—understanding, even—but their disappointment lingered. You could feel it in the hug your mom gave you before she left, the look your dad gave you as he told you to "think about what you deserve."

And he was right. You deserved better than this.

When you finally walked into your apartment, the quiet was suffocating. You dropped your bag on the couch, sitting down with a heavy sigh, staring at the blank screen of your phone once more. A million thoughts raced through your head—maybe something had happened, maybe there was a reason he couldn’t make it, maybe—

Your phone lit up, and your heart leapt for a split second. But it wasn’t Chan. It was a notification from some random app, and the disappointment hit you like a wave.

You leaned back against the couch, the realization sinking in. He hadn’t forgotten tonight. He’d just… not shown up. And the worst part was, he hadn’t even bothered to tell you.

There was no last-minute excuse, no frantic apology, no explanation. He had simply left you waiting.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, staring at nothing, feeling the weight of it all. But eventually, the front door opened, and Chan walked in, looking exhausted but casual, as if it were any other night. He saw you on the couch and smiled, dropping his keys onto the table.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. Long day at the studio,” he said, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t even look guilty.

You blinked, staring at him in disbelief. “Late? You didn’t even come.”

Chan frowned, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m here now.”

“You didn’t come to dinner,” you said, your voice shaking with a mixture of anger and sadness. “I waited for you. My parents waited for you.”

It was as if the weight of what you were saying finally hit him. His eyes widened, realization dawning. “Shit, wait—dinner. That was tonight?”

You stood up, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yeah, it was tonight. The dinner where you were supposed to meet my parents for the first time. The dinner we planned weeks ago. And you didn’t show up.”

His face paled, guilt creeping in, but it wasn’t enough. Not this time. You had waited, excused, and forgiven too many times before.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to—” Chan started, but you cut him off.

“No, Chan. You didn’t even tell me you weren’t coming. You didn’t call, you didn’t text. You left me sitting there, waiting, with no idea where you were.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep being the one who waits.”

Chan’s expression crumbled as he stepped forward, but you took a step back. “Please, I’ll make it right. I swear—”

But you’d heard it all before. And this time, it wasn’t enough.

The silence that followed your words was thick, suffocating. Chan stared at you, his face twisted in guilt, but it wasn’t enough this time. Nothing he could say would make up for the way you felt tonight—alone, forgotten, like an afterthought.

"I said I’m sorry, okay?" His voice was low, almost pleading. But the apology felt like it was more for his own peace of mind than for you.

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. "Sorry? That’s all you have to say? You didn’t even care enough to send me a text, Chan! You didn’t care enough to let me know you weren’t coming to meet my parents!"

“I do care—” he started, but you cut him off, voice trembling with the frustration and hurt you’d been bottling up for weeks.

“Do you? Do you really? Because it feels like I’m the only one putting any effort into this relationship!” The words spilled out before you could stop them, years of unsaid feelings finally surfacing. “I’ve been bending over backwards for you, making excuses for you, and for what? For you to just forget about me over and over again?”

Chan’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering with anger, but he kept his voice calm. “It’s not like I’m doing this on purpose. I’m trying to juggle everything—the studio, the group, the deadlines—it’s not easy.”

“Don’t you dare try to make me feel guilty for that.” Your voice cracked, and you took a step toward him, fists clenched. “I’ve been patient. I’ve understood every time you’ve had to cancel plans, every time you’ve been late because of work. But this was important, Chan! You were supposed to meet my parents! You were supposed to be there for me for once!”

He flinched, as if your words physically hurt him, but he still tried to defend himself. “I know it was important, but I can’t always be everywhere at once. I’m doing my best, and sometimes things slip through the cracks.”

You stared at him, feeling a bitter mix of anger and heartbreak. “I shouldn’t have to feel like I’m slipping through the cracks in your life.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Chan’s face softened as he realized how deeply he had hurt you. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. You could see the guilt in his eyes, but it was too late. The damage was done.

You turned away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself, trying to hold in the tears that threatened to spill. “I need space, Chan. I need to think.”

“Wait,” he said, stepping forward, his voice desperate now. “Don’t shut me out. Please, we can talk about this.”

You shook your head, your voice cold and distant. “There’s nothing to talk about right now. I just… I need time.”

Without another word, you walked past him, retreating into your bedroom, leaving him standing alone in the living room, guilt and frustration etched across his face.

The next few days were a blur of silence. You avoided Chan’s calls, ignored his texts, and when you saw him, you barely acknowledged his presence. The silent treatment weighed heavily on both of you, but you weren’t ready to face him. Not yet. The sting of being let down, again and again, was too fresh.

At first, Chan tried to give you space, respecting your need for time to process. But as the days went on, he began to grow more desperate. The messages started coming more frequently—apologies, explanations, everything he could think of to get through to you. But you remained silent.

One night, you were sitting in your living room, laying on the couch and scrolling through your phone aimlessly, when you heard a knock at your door. You didn’t respond, hoping he’d go away, but then the door opened slowly, and Chan stepped inside.

He looked exhausted, his usual confidence replaced by an unmistakable vulnerability. He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say, before finally sitting down at the edge of your bed.

“I know you’re mad,” he started, his voice low and hesitant. “And you have every right to be.”

You didn’t say anything, keeping your eyes glued to your phone. But the tension in the room was thick, and you could feel him watching you, waiting for some kind of response.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I messed up. I know I did. And I can’t stand that I hurt you like this. I’ve been trying to fix it, but I don’t even know where to start anymore.”

Still, you said nothing, but your heart ached at the sadness in his voice. You wanted to forgive him, to let it go, but a part of you needed him to understand just how deeply his actions had hurt you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like you don’t matter. Because you do. You’re the most important person in my life, and I hate that I’ve made you feel otherwise.”

You glanced up at him, and the sight of him—his eyes red, his face etched with regret—made something inside you soften. But you weren’t ready to give in just yet.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” you said quietly, finally breaking your silence. “I can’t keep waiting for you to show up, wondering if I’m ever going to be enough to make you prioritize me.”

Chan’s eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly. “You are enough. You’re more than enough. I’ve just been so caught up in everything that I lost sight of what’s really important.”

He reached out, taking your hand gently, and for the first time in days, you didn’t pull away.

“I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know I’ve been an idiot. I know I’ve let you down more times than I can count, but I’m begging you… please don’t give up on us.”

Tears stung your eyes as you looked at him, the vulnerability in his expression breaking down the last of your defenses. You could see how much he meant every word, how deeply he regretted the pain he’d caused you.

“I don’t want to give up on us either,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But something has to change, Chan. I need to know that I can rely on you, that I matter.”

“You do,” he said quickly, his grip on your hand tightening. “I swear, things will be different. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll be better. For you. For us.”

Before you could respond, Chan sank to his knees in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. The raw vulnerability in his expression made your heart ache. “Please,” he said, his voice breaking. “I know I’ve let you down. I know I’ve been a mess. But I’m begging you, please don’t give up on us. I need you. I’ll do anything to make this right. Just give me a chance.”

You stared at him, shocked by his sudden desperation. The image of him on his knees, pleading with you, was almost too much to bear. The hurt was still fresh, and though his words and actions were sincere, you struggled with the weight of what he’d done.

You looked down at Chan, kneeling before you, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and desperation. His plea hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises and fear. You could see how much he wanted to make things right, but the pain and disappointment you felt were still raw and unsettling.

“I don’t know, Chan,” you said finally, your voice wavering. “I want to believe that things will be different, but I’m not sure if I can just forgive and forget. You’ve let me down so many times. How can I be sure this time will be any different?”

Chan’s face fell, and he lowered his gaze, his shoulders slumping. “I understand if you’re not ready to forgive me. I really do. But please, just give me a chance to prove it to you. I know I’ve been a fool, and I’m sorry. I’ll work every day to show you that I’m worth your trust.”

Your heart ached at the sight of him, so vulnerable and earnest. You wanted to believe him, wanted to reach out and pull him up from his knees, but the scars of past disappointments were still fresh. You needed to see more than words. You needed to know that the change he promised was real and lasting.

Before you could voice your doubts, Chan moved closer, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze was disarming, and you felt your resolve waver as he closed the distance between you. He reached out gently, cupping your face with his hands, his touch warm and tender.

As he leaned in, his breath mingling with yours, you felt a surge of emotion that you couldn’t ignore. You wanted to push him away, to maintain your boundaries, but the vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes made it hard to resist. When his lips brushed against yours, it was soft and hesitant, a plea for forgiveness more profound than words could convey.

You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts, but then you found yourself responding, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was both passionate and desperate. The connection was electric, and for a brief, fleeting moment, it felt like the world outside ceased to exist.

Chan’s kiss deepened, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he seemed to pour all his remorse and longing into that single, heartfelt kiss. It was as if he was trying to erase the distance that had grown between you, to bridge the gap left by all the unfulfilled promises.

You leaned back, pulling him with you, your body arching into his touch as his hands trailed over your skin. The sensation was intoxicating, and you found yourself lost in the moment, all rational thought fading away. You needed this, needed him.

His hands continued to trail, and one made its way to your clothed heat.

Your breath hitched as you felt him rub you through the fabric, a delicious friction building.

"Channie..." you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper.

"I need you, Y/N," he mumbled, his lips grazing your neck.

The battle raged on around you. Your body ached for him, for his touch, his kisses. As his fingers slipped underneath your panties, the warmth of his skin against yours, you felt your resolve crumble.

You wanted him, needed him, despite all the hurt and disappointment he had caused. In that moment, none of it mattered. All you could focus on was the way he made you feel.

Chan's eyes were dark with lust as his fingers slipped between your wet folds, the pressure of his thumb on your clit making your breath catch in your throat.

"God, Y/N, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice low and husky. " I missed this.."

As he continued his teasing, you could feel yourself giving in, the pleasure clouding your judgment. Your hips rocked against his hand, seeking more, and a moan escaped your lips as he slid a finger inside of you.

"You like that?" he whispered, his lips ghosting over your ear.

"Yes," you breathed out, your voice shaky.

The feeling of his fingers inside you, curling up just the way you liked, was almost too much to bear. His palm pressed against your clit, the heat and pressure driving you wild, his other hand beginning to slip your clothes off.

Your mind raced, conflicting thoughts tugging at you. Part of you wanted to stop this, to keep your walls up and protect yourself. But another part of you needed this, needed him, more than anything.

"I want to taste you.... To apologize with my tounge in places my words couldnt reach," he whispered against your ear

Chan's voice was thick with desire, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked at you. Your mind was spinning, but all you could focus on was how good it felt.

As he sank to his deeper into his knees in front of you, his face inches from your heat, you knew there was no going back. His breath was hot against your skin as he leaned in, and the feeling of his tongue against your folds was enough to make you moan.

Chan was relentless, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. The feeling of his lips and tongue on your most intimate parts was intoxicating, and you could feel the pleasure building inside of you, a delicious heat spreading through your body.

"Fuck, Y/N," he murmured, his voice muffled against you. "You taste so good."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a moan as he teased your entrance with his tongue.

"Channie..." you breathed out, your voice shaky.

You could feel the pressure building inside of you, your muscles tensing as his tongue lapped at your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself losing control. Your hips bucked against his mouth, and you dug your fingers into his hair, holding him against you.

"Don't stop," you gasped, the words spilling from your lips without a thought.

You were teetering on the edge, your body aching for release but he wasnt gonna let it end there.

He was apologizing right?

You could feel it coming, the sweet relief just out of reach. You needed more, needed him deeper.

"Please," you moaned, the sound desperate and needy.

Chan responded immediately, his fingers pumping faster, his tongue swirling around your clit. He was relentless, his pace increasing, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your muscles tightened, and the pressure inside you was almost too much to bear.

Then, suddenly, everything went white. You cried out, your body shuddering as the orgasm crashed through you. Your vision blurred, and all you could feel was the intense, pulsing pleasure coursing through your veins.

As you came down from the high, your breath ragged and your heart racing, you could feel the tension in the room.

But that wasnt the end for Chan

He continued to eat you out, wanting to give you another one.

You were exhausted, physically and emotionally, but Chan's hands held you in place, his tongue tracing patterns across your clit. The sensations were too much, and you could feel yourself quickly building toward another release.

"C-Chan," you whimpered, your voice shaky.

"Let go, baby," he whispered, his words sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Come for me again."

As his fingers curled inside you, and as he found that perfect spot, you knew you were done for. Your muscles tensed, and the pressure inside you threatened to burst.

"P-Please" You say without thinking, the pleasure taking over any rational thoughts.

"Oh no, no... this is my apology to you, baby. Im going to make you cum until i'm forgiven"

And then, with one final, torturous swipe of his tongue, you were gone.

Over and Over and Over again, until you could no longer remember why you were even mad at him in the first place.

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Tittle: Away | Hard Thought | Bangchan

Just thinking about how much this man moans and groans. Especially those days he’s just come back from tour and hasn’t touched you for almost 4 months. He’s coming undone so fast, pushing so sloppily into you as the sounds of you both mix.

“God you feel so good princess”

“I’ve missed this- missed you”

“Ah ah- fuck your taking me so well”

“This pussy is gonna milk me dry, it’s missed me so much”

“Fuck I’m already so close, please cum with me- fuck cum with me y/n!”

He’d babble on and on, his hands holding onto you like you’d float away if he didn’t. He’s so deep inside of you, you can almost see his bulge in your tummy. When he leans his body down on top of you kissing you sloppy you know he’s close.

He’s cursing that he can’t last long but “it’s been to long and god do you feel so fucking good”

Don’t get me started if he takes you doggy like this. He’d be gone so fast, so lost in you in the pleasure. The noises that leave him are almost pornagraphic. He looks like feral animal as he pounds into you hitting your g-spot over and over.

When he finally cums his hands are gripping you so hard. He’s practically screaming your name as he shoots his load inside of you. Feeling you cum around him as he does almost makes him cum again. The way you clench around him so tightly, he’s seeing stars. Peppers kisses all over you telling you how much he loves you and missed you.

Just a few moments later though you can feel him growing hard again but you aren’t complaining you need him just as much as he needs you. Both of you to fucked out to even have a clue that it’s already morning and you probably woke the whole neighborhood.

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hiii can I request an "out of control jeongin and fem!reader" smut cause we love out of control dom jeongin and sub fem!reader yeahhh thank you and love you unniee~ <333

considering i'm not one to write full fics - i'll give you a lengthy list of headcanons/scenarios i think would go down w/ dom!jeongin

warnings : this contains some um. rough? material? like. bdsm-ish related content. (choking, slapping, spanking)

This also looooowkey trails into the dub-con category. Not fully, but Jeongin does shut you up if you whine about how rough he gets. Completely consensual of course!

Headcanons : Dom!OutOfControl!Jeongin

I have some things to say about this.

First off - as soon as you realize he's a little primal when it comes to his sexual urges, you have a talk with him about what is and isn't okay to do with you. Then it's smooth sailing from there.

Dom!Jeongin likes to keep a hold on you during sex because it makes it all the more intimate for him. He doesn't like skinship all that much on the daily, so when he gets to caress your body and hold you close to him during intimate moments - it makes it all the more special, don't you think? he knows so.

But we all know - Dom!Jeongin hasn't just been working out for the fans, or to impress his hyungs - he's also been working out to be able to keep you from squirming away and hold you down as he pistons his hips into yours each night.

Definitely the type to rip your clothing if it comes to you being bratty/him being impatient. He'll snake those long fingers down to your thighs and grip tight to the tights you wear, ripping a hole wide open so it's easy access for him right away - or slip a hand in between the layers of your button up and pull hard so the buttons rip right off the fabric.

Also uses his hands to gag you, shoving his fingers down your throat so you're not mouthing back or whining out about how he's being too rough.

Also the type to take it wherever he wants if you're okay with that type of thing.

Practice room? Pressed up against the mirror until it's fogging over from your breath on it and covered in his handprints from hitting it from behind.

Dressing room? On the poor couch Seungmin had been sleeping on five minutes ago. He's on in 2 minutes but he can make it work - leave you wanting more than just his fingers.

The dorm? On the kitchen counter whether Chan is home or not. He doesn't really give a shit because he does not have the brain capacity in that moment to care or think rationally about what he's doing or who will see.

Going off of that ^ He will absolutely have sex with you in his room whenever the fuck he wants and as loud as he wants because he, again, in the moment can't worry about if Chan will hear or see anything he shouldn't. Honestly? Not that Jeongin would care if Chan saw him fucking you.

But going back to fucking you anywhere - this includes the company cars. Which has led to a few instances of him getting scolded because Minho or Changbin found a small stain on the leather seats and knew exactly where it came from. They don't blame you though - not your fault Jeongin tends to fucking ravage you.

And because he's a little um - over the top? out of control? he tends to have some serious jealousy issues when he's in that mood. If you haven't had sex in two days, he's going to practically seethe in the corner the SECOND Felix touches your arm to pull you into a side hug.

And if it's been longer?? He's not going to let anyone touch you. You'll be in his lap constantly, his arm will be around you - you'll never leave his sight. Overprotective Horny Boyfriend Mode: Activated.

If you're seriously being bratty though, which you should know by now than to be better than that, he's going to result to light impact. Which includes but is not limited to: holding you down to the bed by choking you (not completely, obv. don't die bitch), slapping you across the face/tits when you're squirming too much to get you to sit still, and if it comes to it; slapping your pussy as punishment for talking back/wiggling around/etc.

But his favorite thing to do overall when he's in a mood is to spank you.

Whether it be when you're alone, in front of the guys, it don't matter; walk past him and your ass will get slapped, sit next to him and he'll land one before you hit the couch - and when he boils over and takes you in the nearest location he can, he'll absolutely be slapping your ass in harsh hits each time until your skin is pink and stinging for hours after.

Ass man, I said it.

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chan knew he could count on you to relieve his stress after a long day of performances.

as soon as he sank himself down on to the couch, you were there, oh-so-obediently on your knees in between his toned thighs. he caressed your cheek, and he pulled down his grey sweatpants just enough for the head of his velvety cock to peek out. you hummed as you eagerly took his soft cock in your mouth. chan could feel every intricate swirl of your tongue on his hardening cock. he threw his head back with a groan, fingers naturally finding their way into your hair, as you took him deeper into your mouth. “you are so good to me sweetheart..now let daddy use your mouth, yeah?”

Marking with felix

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18+, MDNI!! smut below

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sixth part of my 8 part masterlist of the extension of this & this headcanon of the members!!;3

kinks & pleasures masterlist here main masterlist here

->SMUT WARNINGS: marking(hickies & scratches) so much kissing, PIV, oral sex (f rec), fingering, slight hair pulling, teasing, edging, pet names, soft sex, praise, a tinyyyy bit of dirty talk, creampie, literally 99% smut

Ever since you first became friends with benefits with Felix, eventually even turning into lovers, he's never hid the fact how much he loves suckling on your skin, giving you little purple blotches all over your skin, & he loves nothing more than you also giving them to him back.

He is obviously an idol however, so to both of your dismay, you can't give him hickies in the same place he gives them to you, so you've both found some ways around it.

You're both laying on the L shaped couch in his dorm room, seungmin not being in the building, choosing to go out with Chan to give you both time to see each other, which you both use to your advantage, especially since it's almost impossible to get alone, especially with his schedule.

You're laying on his chiselled abs, your fingers aimlessly fiddling with the drawstrings of his joggers as his play with your hair as you both watch the anime Felix has been telling you about for weeks that you've been waiting to watch with him, but it's getting harder & harder to concentrate as your eyes land on his half hard cock, the grey sweatpants not doing much to hide it.

"How are you hard when we haven't even done anything?" you ask, giggling as you pat his hard on in a joking manner. "I can't help it! I've got you laying on me & you expect me to not get hot n bothered?" he replies, his freckled cheeks getting a pink tinge to them as he covers your eyes with his hand when you look up & laugh even more at his speck of embarrassment.

"Well I mean, Seungmin isn't home for at least another couple of hours, so we have time." you purr as you shake his hand from your face as you cup his half mast cock & you feel it twitch beneath his clothes & he lets out a small groan.

Felix doesn't verbally reply but he is quick to reposition you both so you're laying in Felix's old position & you spread your legs enough to make space for him to lay between them & lay between them he does as he nestles himself there & he is fast to lock his plush, pretty lips with yours.

You grow too desperate far too quickly, it only intensifying as he starts caressing your inner thigh as you work your tongue into his mouth & he can feel you smile against his lips & his tongue works that extra tiny bit more than yours to control the pace.

Felix shuffles your shorts down your legs, your underwear coming off with them as he stops tasting your lips & starts kissing down your jawline, not before giving your cheek multiple kisses before doing so, before he makes his way to your sweet spot at your neck & he flattens his tongue against it, sending a shiver up your entire body.

"babe, touch me, don't tease" you murmur, your eyes shut as you bask in the feeling of his touches as his small fingers drag through your folds but completely avoiding your clit, painfully slowly & you try jerk your hips just so his fingertips can rub against the area you want him most, but he is quick to bite down on your neck more harsh as a non verbal way to tell you to stop.

Felix unlatches himself from your neck, his lips coated in spit & a slightly darkened colour & he smirks & lets out a small hum to himself as he sees the two brand new hickies on your neck, almost overlapping the almost completely healed ones from almost two weeks ago.

"You look even prettier somehow when you have those all over you" he says, more so to himself than to you before he helps move your hair.

"Wanna give them to you too Lixie" you whimper, pouting as you look down at him as he shuffles your loose shirt just above your tits as he sloppily splatters some kisses on your skin there too, before letting his teeth lightly clench around your nipple, just the way you like & your legs shut around his frame & he completely moves the hand that is teasing your cunt away from it & you huff.

“me n you both, not fair you can’t” he mumbles in his deep voice as he wriggles himself down into probably his favourite position of all time, between your legs.

he’s sitting on his legs & he grabs a cushion from beside you both & you raise your hips on instinct & he lays it beneath you so your hips are raised & he settles himself between your legs, a slightly uncomfortable position for him with the way he is sitting but he wouldn’t even dream of ever letting it bother him.

Felix kisses your lower tummy, not scared to let his teeth scrape on your skin too before sucking some even more pretty purple-reddish marks into you, him making sure to not let them overlap your old ones for the best possible effect & view.

Felix admires your pussy, already wet from just him sucking on your skin & a couple of kisses & he is never not surprised at how well you react to him & his touches, always getting butterflies in his tummy at how well your body responds.

Felix blows some cold air onto your pretty clit as he spreads your folds with his fingers & giggles to himself as he watches you clench around air & he just can't even bother to try tease himself or you anymore, & he flattens his tongue on your cunt before slowly licking from the top to bottom, groaning to himself.

"Shit Lixie, feel so good, touch my clit, pretty please" you plead in a soft voice as you hold your legs open for him to get better access, which you know he appreciates, & he decides to give you what you're asking for & after getting a deeper taste of you by licking & prodding at your hole, he latches his plump lips onto your clit, suckling in a pulse pattern & he can't stop himself from slowly humping into his own legs that he's sitting on, dying for any friction he can get, but he sets it aside to enjoy the taste.

You think you can hear Felix mumble about how good you taste, humming to himself as his tongue swirl around your bud & you can't help but rock against his face.

You feel Felix bring a finger to your entrance, teasing it with his fingertip as he drags it up & down your folds, his tongue & lips refusing to give your clit a break.

"Fefe, want them in" you whimper to him as you try wriggle your hips to catch his fingers on your hole & he just hums against you as he yet again listens to you.

"you're so wet, didn't even try push me out" he groans to you as he lets go of your throbbing clit as he crawls back up your frame, his face just above yours as he slides a second finger in almost as soon as he puts the first one in & he scissors them in & out at a good pace, your favourite place & he knows it makes you melt into mush & he can feel it too.

"You're so pretty, you know that? missed you." he says in such a sweet voice, flashing you his cheeky but adorable smirk as he is smashing his fingers against your gummy spot, the palm of his hand hitting against your clit, small squelches & quiet sounding slaps of your wet pussy & his now damp hand connecting with it.

"Missed you, g-gonna cum Lix" you whimper, lifting your head to close the small gap to kiss him but he quick to move his head away just enough so you can't reach & he pulls his fingers out before putting them in your mouth, chuckling to himself.

"I don't want to wear you out too quickly, wanna feel you." he basically giggles, his eyes locked on yours, yours filled with slight anger at him snatching your orgasm away with no care in the world.

Felix pulls his fingers out of your mouth after he feels you swallow around them, before licking your own spit off his fingers, making eye contact with you as he sits back & shuffles his joggers down just enough to let his cock spring free, hitting his skin, already shiny from the insane amount of precum his poor cock has been leaking.

Felix drags his cock up & down your folds, pressing the tiniest bit extra against your clit, making your hips jerk as he returns to the position he was just in & this time, actually lets you kiss him.

The kiss is a mixture of desperate but also soft, your lips & tongues moving at a perfect rhythm & just as you both stop for a second to catch your breath, the breath you didn't think or know you had left is knocked out of you as he finally pushes inside, slowly until he is balls deep & settles himself there, trying his hardest to not start fucking into you like a bunny with how good you feel, feeling even better when you're constantly clenching around him.

"You're always so tight f'me, too good." he huffs, his forehead shiny with sweat as his eyes struggle to stay open & he leans in to kiss you again, a bit more sloppy this time & you start rocking your hips against him as you wrap your legs around his small waist & he takes the hint.

Felix starts rocking his hips into you, honestly overstimulated from the amazing feeling of your warm walls around him & he is so thankful he is back inside you after so long he could cry.

"Can feel you throbbing in me" you giggle, basically swapping breath as you look into each others eyes, your hands resting on his shoulders as he starts picking up the pace & you try but automatically fail to try swallow your moans.

"I've not felt you in so long, can't help it, don-don't swallow your moans, nob-nobody's home" he whimpers as his head drops from above your face into your neck, his cute, raspy pants & deep groans filling your senses.

Felix dancer hips come in useful as he switches his speed & rhythm & the new position helps his leaky tip is now kissing & rubbing against your G-spot & your cervix, the tune of your whines completely changing.

"Fel-felix wanna cum, so-fuck, so deep" you cry as your nails dig into the skin at the top of his back accidentally, but his whines just get even deeper, so you don't pay much mind.

"Cum f'me n I'll fill you up mkay? w-want that?" he asks as he uses all the strength he has left to pick up his head to look at your face, your cheeks completely flushed as you're bottom lip is a different shade to your top one from how much you were biting down on it not long ago.

You nod your head at his words rapidly, both of you sharing moans as you can feel your orgasm creeping up on you for the second time tonight & he can feel it too, which is just fuelling his own release, quicker than he had hoped, but how can he control himself when he is feeling you fully for the first time in basically a million years in his mind!

You clench around his cock uncontrollably & you tense up beneath him as your eyes scrunch shut & your toes & fingers curl as you shake under him, your orgasm hitting you before you could even tell him.

Your nails drag down Felix's back as you are fully wrapped in ecstasy & small squeaks leave your lips & you think you hear Felix hiss but also chuckles at you, his hips not slowing. "Cumming for me n not e-even waiting f'me n not t-telling me? So im-impatient" he purrs, his voice shaky & you don't have the energy to respond, so instead, you use the strength & energy you do have to wrap your fingers in his fluffy but now slightly damp hair & you tug on it, just the way he likes & he squeals.

"Cumming, cumming, cumming y/nnie!" he chants almost like a prayer & not even a second later, you feel his warm cum spurting into you, which sends a shiver down your spine as you watch his face contort as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his body mostly staying up because of your grip on his waist, back & hair.

You're both panting as he pulls out & you both quickly realise he's not even soft, being the complete opposite. You chuckle to yourself as you realise this & you're suddenly full of energy again & you help Felix settle on the couch & you zoom onto the floor, settling yourself on the floor between his milky legs & you don't waste any time in grabbing his still hard cock & you let a glob of spit drip onto his oversensitive tip, making his hips jolt, but you get interrupted before you can fully get into it.

"Don't do it on the fucking couch! I thought you had stopped & I've been dying for a drink but I wanted to wait for you to both finish! I don't wanna be rude but Felix you have no idea how to shut up you're so loud, you've sucked y/ns skin completely off & she's clawed your skin off!" Seungmin cries, pouting at the two of you as he has a glass of water in his hand, his eyes covered as he then scurries back to his room, slamming the door behind him.

You & Felix look at him as he runs off before looking at one another, before laughing. "Let's go to my room, I'll try stay quiet." Felix says as he is already standing up & taking your hand for you to both run off to his room, giggling, none of you bothering to pick up the few bits of clothes that were left on the floor.

->A:N: I don't think I like this AT ALL but I've been so busy lately this is the best I can do for now</3

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