P3ndeja6 - Cara

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summary: Benny gets jealous that boys like to flirt with y/n and y/n makes sure that he doesn’t feel that way

Content tags: sarcasm, jealousy,a bit of yelling/arguing, make out sesh, fluff at the end

- benny w. x reader

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"Ethan! I just can’t stand it anymore!" Benny hated how boys would make heart eyes at you, to even snicker comments about your body. He hated how all these boys were savoring his girl.

“ oh cmon Benny, just tell her how you feel, communicate!”

“Ethan … it’s not that simple”, he paced around Ethan’s room thinking about ways to come up with courage to talk about how he feels and wishes you could comfort him to let him know that he’s the only boy in your world

He plops down on the bed and grabs a pillow to scream into it. Giving him some sense of relief. looks up at the ceiling trying to put his thoughts and feelings into words.

“Look Benny don’t sweat it, y/n loves you a lot to do anything to jeopardize your guy’s relationship, you need to trust her and talk to her about it"

“When did you become the love expert? you can’t even talk to Sarah without mixing your words up”

“ I can talk to her !….. just not to ask her out”

“Yeah that’s what I thought”

“Look I’m gonna go home and hopefully sleep it off, I’ll see you tomorrow” Benny walks out, saying his goodbyes to Mr and Mrs Morgan. As Benny is walking home he simply can’t get rid of this itching insecurity that he has.

What if y/n eventually finds someone better than him and she leaves him, or she realizes she can have someone much better. These thoughts ran like crazy in benny’s head.

As he got home, he decided he needed a cold shower to fully relax his body and mind. He did his night routine of playing video games and watching tv. He finally settled in and drifted of to sleep.

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The next morning Benny woke up and dressed up in his dorky clothing and got ready for school, he met up with Ethan

“Hey dude did you sleep well last night?”

“Sorta, I just feel this insecurity that’s she’ll leave me”

as he was saying that, you started to go up to your boyfriend and his friend. While doing so, boys would wolf whistle at you, you enjoyed the attention but all you cared about was the attention of your man. all you did was smile, laugh, and throw in a small hair flip as you walked down the hall. Benny saw this and was already agitated.

“Hey pretty boy, how are you this lovely morning” you asked

“oh it’s been so lovely indeed y/n!” he gestured his hands like a magical princess

“oh? what’s wrong, why are you being like that?” “Being like what? I’m being myself y/n, can’t I not?”

Ethan at this point started to back away slowly, trying to avoid whatever is about to explode at any moment

“woahhh benny, why are you acting like a douche right now? Did I do something wrong? do you wanna talk about it?” You tried not losing your cool

he sighed obnoxiously, “no y/n, I don’t want to talk about it, look I’m going to be late, I’ll see you later” he walked away leaving you annoyed, upset, and confused

“What the fuck?”

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school ended and you wanted to look for Benny in hopes to fix things with him, whatever you think you did, try to fix. you wandered the halls until you bumped into Ethan and Sarah

“Hey guys have you seen Benny, I can’t find him and I just want to talk to him about this morning”

“yeah we just saw him, he just left, he said he was going home.” Ethan said while giving a sympathetic smile

“oh.. well I’m going to catch up to him, thanks guys”

“Of course y/n”

-; ✧˖*°࿐

you got to Benny’s and knocked on his door

knock knock knock

the door opened and it was his grandma

“ hey mrs. weir!, is Benny home?”

“yes he just got home, he seemed a bit upset, hopefully you can help!”

“I wish I can too”

you walked up the stairs to his room and softly knocked on his door, slightly leaning your head towards the door in hopes to hear some noise

“grandma go away, I dont want to talk”

you opened the door slowly, “uh no, it’s me.. I came here to talk”

“I dont”

You were at this point were done, you sat next to him “look I do, I want to know what’s wrong and why you are taking it out on me?” “look y/n-”

“ no Benny, what’s the matter, why can’t you talk to me? I’m trying here and I want to help you because I’m your girlfriend and I’m sorry if I did something, if I’m too bus-“ “THATS IT!”

you stopped talking, shocked at his response

“Because you’re my girlfriend” “what’s that have to do with anything?”

“Y/n you are so perfect and beautiful and smart, all the boys are DYING to have you and be with you, and it makes me feel so bad that these guys can take you away from me, I’m such a loser.. you deserve a guy who meets to your standards.. not like a guy like me,..”

you sighed, caressing his cheek in regards of him looking at you, “benny.. that’s why?” He nodded his head, “benny, you are the only guy for me, I want you.. not those other guys, you are so much better than those jerkoffs, you are smart, funny, and so much more better looking, that’s why I call you my pretty boy”

You slowly get closer to him and continue caressing him, “ I wouldn’t want it any other way bens” he finally looked up at you with watery eyes..

“I love you benny, don’t forget that”

he got even closer, “I love you too”

You two were so close to each other you can feel each others breaths, the tension was there.

You decided to close the gap

you passionately kissed each other while bennys hands started exploring your back, you move your hands to his hair and lightly tug on it receiving little whimpers from him, you lick onto his bottom lip asking for dominance, a bit a of a hassle since he wasn’t giving in but eventually did

This continued on until his grandma opened the door

“I brought some sandwiches in case you guys are- OH MY-“

“GRANDMA!”

you laughed at him and hugged him, enjoying these moment with him

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bangchan x fem! reader

fluff

summary: you had a long day at work, dealing with cases and clients that it wore you down to the very last bit of energy you had left. you just wanted to go home and enjoy the company of your lovely boyfriend who usually stays home and works from his at home studio. just wanting to be in the comfort and love of bangchan

content: just cute fluff, comfort, hopeless romantic type shit. implied job (office worker, lawyer, social worker) shoutout lowkey to those who are or want to be that. but it can be literally anything you want it to be :3

a relatively short one, not proof-read (once again)

a/n:n ilovehimsomuch, mi mandilon (in a good way), been trying to keep writing and publishing but im just lazy. ill try to keep posting. maybe ill do a lil hispanic one for hispanic heritage month, viva la raza. ill probs go back to hiatus after this LMFAO

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the hours were going by slow at work. today you had a ton of caseloads to work on before the following week. clients you had to meet throughout the day. barely had any time to check your phone or even let alone have lunch. it was like this most times but for some reason today felt heavier and draining.

it was almost time to clock out, and all you wanted to do is go home, relax and be in the embrace of your boyfriend. his arms and warm hugs could really bring you to life.

you packed all your things, your computer and the cases you didnt finish, and your purse. turning off the office light and shutting the door. saying goodbyes to everyone and giving weak smiles.

you were grateful that the warm evening had a nice breeze as you walked back to your shared apartment, really needing that walk and serenity.

walking back to the apartment, you get to the 15th floor and head towards your door, looking down at the slightly dirty 'welcome' sign that you found on sale at TJ Maxx.

grabbing your keys and starting to jingle the door knob. you finally unlocked the door and opening the door you see the slightly dim lit living room and connected kitchen. smelling like fabuloso. you smile to yourself knowing that chan cleaned around the house.

you put your bags down on the couch, and take off your flats that you had on. looking around, instinctively going over to his studio room, softly knocking on it and waiting a minute before opening it and smiling as you see that chan was facing towards his laptop, headphones on

you quietly and softly tap his shoulder, not trying to scare him. he jumps a little and turns around his chair, smiling instantly at the sight of you

he takes his headphones, and grabs your hands, looking up at you

"hi beautiful" he says. you smile at the compliment knowing you dont feel or look after the day you just had.

"hi handsome" you gently caressed his rough hands. he softly pulls you in his lap, holding you as you sat sideways from him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. holding your hips and legs closer to him.

"how was work?" he asked, while touching and soothing your legs.

you let out a sign and pinch the bridge of your nose, getting a headache just by thinking of work. "work was okay"

he quirks an eyebrow, sensing by your reaction to his question, that work was indeed not okay. rubbing you smoothly

"it doesn't look like it was just okay, cmon tell me, what happened at work that is making my beautiful upset" you couldnt help but smile at his words, naturally giving in (even though you were going to tell him) and telling him how work really was.

"work was... a lot tougher today. i just- i dont know, the caseload today was heavier and my clients today were too much. it was draining me really fast today" you let out

he looks at you with caring eyes, letting you continue ranting. not looking at him but still talking to him about work as he admires how beautiful and natural you looked on his lap complaining about work.

"i love my job, i really do but today just wasn't my day i guess"

he holds your face and makes you look at him, gently caressing your cheek. "it happens.. i know you love your job, and i also know that not everyday is going to be a good day... but that also means that you can just make the next day even better" he smiles, looking deeply into your eyes

you couldnt help but feel a rush of emotions and love for him, holding his face and admiring all of his features. you say to him an a quiet tone. "you always know what to say to me, dont you"

he cheeses and shyly looks away for a second before looking back at you. "im just telling you the truth" he runs his hands now down to your neck, holding you, almost in a possessive away, a caring possessive way.

you cant help but slowly lean into him, just wanting to feel his lips on your own. he knows what you are doing and just closes the gap between you both, melting into his lips, holding him. you stay there kissing until you finally had to pull away, making a popping smack sound from your lips as you pulled away, he looks at you with doe eyes.

"i dont know what i would do without you Christopher"

he smiles, holding your hands

"no need to think of that sweetheart, because you have me now, and im not going anywhere"

you stay there for a second and smile, finally speaking up again

"well enough about me.. what did you do today?" you smile getting off his lap, heading towards the kitchen

he follows you to the kitchen, close behind.

"well i dont know if you noticed but i had time and cleaned the house" he says so proudly. you turn to look at him, mid opening the fridge. looking around the room

"oh wow baby, you really did clean" you laugh a little and sniff the air "and you used the supplies i told you to use?" you say in almost shocked amused tone.

"yeah i did, just like you said, i cleaned the kitchen, the bathroom, and our room. i did that in less then 2 hours actually"

still in awe at his hard work and dedication to making the home nice and clean. you close the fridge and go up to him and hug him

he's surprised by the hug but nonetheless hugs you tighter back.

hugging him harder, not realizing that this is what you needed. melting like butter in his big strong arms. he realizes the severity of the hug and caresses and soothes your backside.

"i love you so much"

he smiles and pulls you back to look at you.

"you have no idea how much i love you, being with you brings me so much peace, i am utterly in love with you" he smiles

you almost felt like crying. you never had a real, loving relationship like the one you have with Chris. being with him makes every little wrong thing, alright.

he notices the glossy look in your eyes.

he leans slightly down, and kisses you, once again melting into your lips, moving your lips in sync with his. cupping his face, your fingers going in between his ears; holding him in place. not wanting to leave this exact moment with him.

you guys eventually pull away and just take in the view of each other

"cmon let me make you something to eat" he says, going towards the cabinets

you smile and appreciate his willingness to do such a sweet but meaningful act of service.

tiredly smiles and go over towards the counter and sit on the stool. waiting to see what he prepares you.

just watching him, cook for you, propping yourself on your elbows, holding your face with your hands.

after what felt like hours, he finally turned to you and placed the bowl of hot chicken noodle soup in front of you. havent realized he actually did cook you something

"oh baby i thought you'd just make me a sandwich with chips" you slightly laughed

he chuckled and shook his head, "honey, dont you get tired of eating that?"

you slightly frowned, "no"

he couldnt help but smile at your childish frown.

"well today have something different, i made it from scratch" he smileed

you couldnt help but smile warmly, you were hungry and could eat almost anything.

"okay then" you said as you grabbed the spoon and immediately starting digging in.

he smiles at your hungry attitude. you look up at him.

"arent you going to eat?" you say,

he goes to sit next you, just watching you eat. "i'll eat in a bit, gotta make sure you eat first" he smiles

you couldnt help it, this had to be the perfect evening. even though its a normal tuesday night at 7:37 pm.

you spent the entire evening talking and making plans for the weekend, eventually chan got up to serve himself a bowl of soup.

you had to get up for seconds to join him. enjoying the nice evening together.

you were just so glad to be living in this exact moment with him....

type shit 🤤

LOVELY HUSBAND : CHAN

⸻ synopsis: husband bang chan x f!reader ; genre: fluff, smut (nsfw under cut), headcanons, breeding kink. wc : 0.6k

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to never let you do anything on your own even if it’s something as simple as opening jar. he just sees it as a gesture to show that he loves and cares about you.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to cancel all his plans, take a day off work, and even spend his entire day taking care of you after finding out you got sick. trust me he wouldn’t be leaving side for even a second except if its for water or food.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to need i mean absolutely need! to spoil you. he doesn’t a fat load of cash for no reason, you will be getting anything you’ve ever dreamed of. he hates whenever you decide to spend your own money. he thinks its like your throwing him away.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to accidentally get mad or yell at you and then immediately start apologizing. you know you’re not the reason, sometimes after a stressful day his patience is at a all time low. you forgave him of course but he can’t forgive himself.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to notice you gain interest in a new restaurant but they aren’t any near you guys so he takes time out of his day to look for recipes and ingredients to cook it for you at home. he loves to see your reaction to his cooking, makes him wanna do it more.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to notice whenever you were social battery decrease in public, holding you close to him and limiting your conversation with others.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to always compliment you no matter what. just woke up? beautiful. sweaty after a hot day? gorgeous. you never go a day without 10 different compliments.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to go all out for movie night. rather than sitting in theaters with a ton of loud random people, you both rather just be alone with each other. he grabs a bunch of pillows and comforters and gets the popcorn ready to watch as much movies as you want or he can possibly take.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to always be soft with you during sex unless specified. if you want him to go hard he won’t be easy in you.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to want to cockwarm whenever he’s busy but you’re needy. it would always 9 times out of 10 end up with you guys fucking

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to love the thrill of creampies. he knows you won’t get pregnant because you’re on birth control, but him seeing his cum oozing out of you makes him go crazy

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to make sure you come every time you guys have sex. he could come last or even never, sex for him is never done until you come.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to explore kinks with you. if you ever wanted to try being dominant he’d be down. it’ll first be mentioned by him as a joke but you had other ideas in mind.

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of husband to take his time while going down on you. you’re 5 orgasms in and hes showing no signs of slowing down. you’d have physical push him off or else he’s not ending soon.

The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

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band au! Stan marsh x y/n

AGED UP! AGED UP! AGED UP!

summary: you were part of Stan’s band, crimson dawn as one of the lead singers, you and Stan had an established relationship but ended things badly due to lack of communication (on his part) everything he did or you did annoyed each other, but how can you guys continue playing together if you guys hate each other

warnings: swearing, arguing, marijuana usage, alcohol consumption, implied sex, angsty, jealous Stan!, maybe smut (probably)

2.6K words

not proof read (my bad)

(idk how many words this got so.. my bad pt 2)

you were currently on Wendy’s bed groaning and whining. you were so fed up and annoyed you could literally punch the next person that breathes next to you.

“Cmon y/n, it can’t be that bad anymore!” Wendy said. Wendy has been trying to cheer you up for over an hour making you forget about what happened at the crimson dawn meeting.

“no Wendy you don’t understand, Stan tries to always take control on everything the band does, we literally can’t fucking breathe anymore, all he does is nag and nag and nag, I can’t fucking stand him” you got up in anger clutching your hair in distress trying not to pull your hair apart, you might be getting grey hairs over this whole thing

“you’re only saying that because you guys broke up on bad terms and you still have to play alongside him y/n”

you and Stan dated for almost over a year before calling it quits. You truly did love that boy but he never tried to put any effort in the relationship anymore after the fourth month of dating. It’s like he lost complete feelings. That wasn’t the case though, he just had a hard time trying to distinguish if your feelings were as true as his but because of all the trying to decipher he lost complete focus on your relationship, resulting in never ending arguments and constant degradation

you loved him so much it hurt you physically after the break up, it took you a while to get yourself together.. for the band. Crimson dawn was getting recognition around South Park county and neighboring counties as well. You guys were getting paid for each gig. You had to continue even if it meant you had to play alongside your ex boyfriend, who you secretly still are in love with but won’t admit to anyone.

You didn’t notice but Wendy brought a box of tissues to you, you hadn’t realized but you were crying. You didn’t know how it happened. But you willing accepted the tissue, wiping your eyes and covering the pure white tissues with black eyeliner and black mascara

“I know it’s not easy, but the band is something you love, don’t let Stan ruin it for you this much.”

She was right, you loved the band, jimmy, butters and Kenny made being in the band fun and bearable

“yeah I guess you’re right-” as soon as you finished your sentence you got a phone call, you looked at the caller ID and it was Stan. You waited a few seconds before answering. “what’s up?” You spoke

“uh hey we just got a gig at some guys party, so come meet at my house in 20 minutes, don’t be late” he replied

“yeah sure whatever, I’ll be on my way” you hanged up in annoyance

“We just got a gig, Wendy by any chance did I leave any extra clothes here?”

You turned around in hopes she did have something you can wear. “Do you mean this?” She held your favorite outfit you forgot about months ago, when you slept over. it was your favorite dress, the flowy ,lacy black dress that made you feel and look so good on your body. God bless, you were already wearing your doc martens. All you had to do was add some finishing touches to your hair and face.

“how do I look?” You asked in worry

“fucking hot, honestly, like I literally could bang right now”

“oh my god! Wendy!!” You laughed at the explicit comment she made

you arrived at Stan’s house in a hurry hoping no one will noticed you were slightly late, you were dreading this but you just couldn’t wait to perform beside Stan

“You’re late y/n” Stan spat

“yeah by a fucking minute, what’s the big deal” you nonchalantly responded, finding your seat next to Kenny.

“the big deal is I told you to not be fucking late and that’s the first thing you do, gosh can’t you understand simply directions?”

“here we go again” Kenny said in humor while taking a sip of his beer

you angrily got up to his face, “You know what jack-ass fuck you, who gives a shit, it was just one fucking minute, why are you bitching about 60 seconds?”

“no fuck you-”

Butters went in between you and Stan who were standing so close to each another

“okay guys! we’re all here Stan cmon tell us what we’re doing” butters shakily said

he took one long second to stare down at you, clearly still pissed off

“okay fine.. I was going to say, that we got a call from one of Clyde’s cousins who’s having a party up in Jefferson county. Just 25 minutes from here. So let’s get ready to head up there”

you all agreed and started gathering your equipment and putting it in the van (that said tegridy farms). It was quiet but not an uncomfortable quiet. You were trying to put all the equipment in the van , fixing the boxes, and the instruments, when stan came up to you.

"y/n... look im sorry i yelled at you..... but seriously dont be late"

" stan i wasnt even that late... i dont know why you are making a big deal out of this... but i accept your apology" "lets just go.. okay?"

"yeah... okay"

As you went inside the van, you sat in between kenny and butters, while stan drove and jimmy sat in the passenger seat. As you were heading towards Jefferson, kenny lit up a joint, taking one huge puff. exhaling and coughing, kenny passing it to you. You received it by taking it in between you thumb and index finger. taking a big puff, you exhaled and then quickly inhaled it all back. Kenny laughed, "oh wow, didn't know you knew how to do that" you giggled and give him a small slap on his shoulder. "please kenny, you were the one who taught me"

The van started to fog up and the herby, skunk smell started to flow around the van, almost disgusting you in a way, creating a bit of a headache due to the "skunk" smell. As you were laughing it up with kenny and butters you had a feeling you were being stared down. You were, Stan was looking at you guys through the rear-view mirror, clenching his jaw and hands, created white marks on his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel.

Once you guys arrived at clyde's cousins place, you could see all the people outside on the porch laughing, drinking, and smoking. Speaker music faintly coming out through the doors and windows. Colorful lights spinning all around, like a rave almost.

"alright guys, we're here.. we are going to do our best and make everyone know our name... couple ground rules before we go inside... Kenny dont try hooking up with anyone, please we seriously dont have time for that.. actually that goes for everyone. thats it lets go"

"please dude, i'm not gonna have sex... i didn't bring any condoms, plus cartman thought it would be funny how hard he can kick me in my fucking nuts. wasn't fucking funny"

You chuckled giving him a reassuring pat on his back and walked inside with him cursing out cartman and how hes a fat fuck who gets no bitches whatsoever.

You walked in and saw how everyone was dancing and singing and having a great time. you then saw a couple that kind of reminded you of you and stan, they looked so in love and so happy to be in each other's arms. you missed stan and you missed being with him, you didnt realize you were staring until jimmy kicked you with his crutch. "cmon on y-y-y/n" you snapped out of it and proceeded to help the rest of the guys set up. making final adjustments and being ready to perform.

"alright guys, you guys ready?"

"ready!"

"alright.. 1 .. 2 .. 3.."

the jimmy started to bang his drumsticks, and then kenny started with his bass.

you were their lead singer, as you were ready to begin singing you tried to get into the mindset, you know what song was first and it was a song you composed for stan. nobody really knows what the real reason was for the song, you just lied to them saying its based on a scene from a movie you saw.

you took one last deep breath, looking to your left you saw stan, smiling at you and nodding to you, signifying you'll do great. stan knew whenever you were scared or nervous... and knew what to do to calm you down.

you started singing, keeping in the rhythm by tapping your foot, you started to gain confidence as the chorus began to start. you took the microphone off the stand

send you my love on a wire

lift you up everytime

everyone, ooh

pulls away, ooh

from you

you were dancing and whipping your hair to the beat, staining the microphone with your red lipstick, moving your body to the beat and feeling the confidence rise up, when you saw everyone in a big pile, you did the unthinkable, you dived into them, crowd surfing the decent sized group of people, you were laughing and thanked the people who brought you back onto stage.

stan couldn't believe you just did that, he knew you were extroverted but didnt know it to this extent. he fell in love with you all over again. it almost pained him that you were no longer his, because of him, because of how stupid he was with words, how he lost the most important person in his life, the person that made life bearable. he wish he would fix it, could fix your guy's relationship.

the song was ending and you made sure to dance to the every end. as you guys were wrapping up, you had a 30 minute intermission before the last song. You got out to find yourself a drink, heading into the kitchen, it was a really big kitchen, marble countertops and porcelain walls. you found yourself the jungle juice they had, a bit strong for your liking so you only pour yourself a little bit. stan saw you and as he was about to go over and hopefully have a genuine conversation, some prep looking guy came up to you instead. he stood there observing, almost like a creep, but he means well

"hey! im clyde's cousin derek!' he semi shouted

"oh hey!, great party you have here"

"thank you, hey you were really great up there, you have such a great voice, and your performance skills is amazing, that crowd surf has everyone talking about it!"

you were a bit embarrassed that you actually did that. "yeahh sorry about that, i dont know what got into me. i dont usually do that, i just sing and dance really" you chuckled shamelessly

"nah nah you're good!" he looked at you with lustful eyes, he was getting close to you... like really close. you didnt really want to but he were craving the lips of somebody's. Stan was watching this all unravel and he started clenching his jaws. He immediately swooped in and grabbed you by your arm.

"hey whats your problem?!" he ignored your shouts, until he took you in a coat closet. he was intensely looking at you. unfortunatley he was a couple inches taller then you so you had to look up at him. there was this energy that made the temperature in the closet hotter.

"y/n"

"'y-yeah stan"

"im sorry..."

"for what?"

"im sorry for being a horrible boyfriend, i should've never shut you out, nor ignore you when you needed me the most. im so so sorry y/n.. and- and i cant stand you being with other guys, i cnat stand the fact they get to kiss you instead of me- i want to be the only guy holding you, kissing you, caressing you, everything, i want you to me mine... and only mine.. no one else's."

you were in a sort of shock, you didn't know what to say. the thing that you could say was, "stan i-"

you kissed him so passionately, he reacted a second late until he started to kiss you back.

"jump"

he said. you oblied to what he said and jumped. you wrapped you legs around his torso gripping him tight into your embrace, he started to kiss you down to your neck, making you lean your head back into the wall, moaning at the sensatiuon he gave once he found your sweet spot

"oh god, how i missed those noises that come out that pretty mouth of yours"

this made you even more wet then you were before. in a swift motion he took off your dress to reveal your through lace bra, your harden nipples poking out. He pinched them through the fabric, making you moan out in pleasure. You were loud since there was music playing, so no one could hear you scream in pleasure.

you were left in your underwear and bra, stan removed your underwear and started to rub circles in between your lips, using your wetness to lube up his fingers to slowly glide them in. making quenching noises as he pumped in and out of you at very slow pace. His thick fingers making it hurt to fully consume him. He moaned to the feeling of your warm spongy walls trying so hard to take him fully, and this was just his fingers.

"fuck stan, please go faster please.. please" you were begging for more, this drives stan crazy but he wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to make you feel good, make you only scream his name.

"yeah? you want me to go faster? cmon.. y/n enjoy this moment with me"

he started to pump even faster, catching you off guard. you gripped on his shoulders, trying to calm your breathing.

"yeah like that, yes!"

"i just remembered you were gonna kiss that douche out there"

he stopped his movements, and quickly pulled out his fingers

"fuck stan!" you exclaimed

he unbuckled his pants and pulled both his pants and boxers down, revealing his long, red, needy, tip. You smiled at his leaky tip, shakily rubbing all the precum all over his sensitive tip.

he moaned and bit his lip, "you like that?"

you kissed him one last time, "fuck stan, please- please just-just shove it in me"

he wasted no time, and roughly pounded in you. you held a tight grip around his waist and shoulders. he held onto your waist, watching himself disappear into you wet cunt. you had moved your head to the side moaning and winning at the pleasure you were enduring.

you were so close and so was he. he grunting became whinning and whimpers. you held onto his face looking at his beautiful eyes

he breifly looked down and back up you

"y/n im gonna-im gonna cum"

"me-me too"

"i love you"

he pounded one last time into you and let his seed fill you up to the brim. your cum and his began to drip down to the floor, he stood there a moment. both of you trying to regain energy and steading your breath.

you got off of him and leaned back onto the wall. Trying to process everything that went down.

“I love you too”

you both smiled, and cleaned yourselves up. Until both of you heard a loud knock.

“Cmon you fucking weirdos, we have to do our last song!” Kenny shouted from the other side.. "also stan your a hypocrite, you said no hoo-"

"yeah yeah i know what i said"

you both laughed and continued cleaning the closet of any unwanted substance

“y/n I do really love you”

“I know stan… I love you too”

type shit

≡;-꒰ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑴𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒆

╰┈➤ ❝ kim seungmin x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 4

tags : pwp (without plot), guided masturbation (joi), masturbation (f), clit play, fingering, praise, dirty talk, use of pet names “baby”/”babe”

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

With an upcoming tour, Seungmin decides to teach you how to pleasure yourself in his absence.

“Come on, baby, I know you can do it…”

There was a soft laugh in his voice as he spoke, half-mocking you, half-encouraging. It brought out a whine from your throat—your fingers slacked, and you tilted your head back to look at him, offering him a pleading stare.

But he shook his head.

“Seungmin—!”

A finger to your lips.

“No, baby. You know I'll be leaving for the tour next week, so you’ve got to learn, you know? What'll I do if you end up suffering the whole time I'm gone again?”

The look in his eyes wasn't… mean. It was kind, in fact; and warm. Though the teasing lilt in his voice was ever present—still very much amused at how much you needed him—he gave the top of your head a little nudge of encouragement before tilting to peek at you again.

He smiled, and it was almost as if the only thing you could do was melt. 

“C'mon. Move your finger, ‘kay? In and out, that's it, slooowly…”

His voice was like honey in your ear as you did your best to follow through, gliding your finger to his instructions and nearly whining at the lack of stimulation.

Truly, you had been spoiled.

Seungmin had always been one to give you the kind of pleasure you felt was incomparable to anything else—he’d ruined you. Even now, as he left slow strokes upon the soft plush of your thigh, you felt as if the only thing you could focus on was him. The way he spread your legs open wider for him, the way he leaned over to rest on your shoulder, breath tickling your skin… All of these sensations, all of what he would do to you, felt good.

Better than what you could manage.

It wasn’t as if you couldn’t do this at all; the sensation of your fingers reaching as deep as you could push them felt as heavenly as it had always felt. But when you compared it—when you compared it—it always fell short.

Seungmin’s hands were bigger than yours. His fingers were longer than yours.

He was more precise, able to push you past that limit whereas you were more prone to freezing in the moment and that rush of pleasure was never simply the same.

And he was right there.

You could hear him chuckle as he watched, the soft rumble enough to make you shiver.

It was almost pathetic, even.

“Aw, c’mon, babe…” You felt him shake his head, and then his hand was over yours, stroking your soft skin in a delicate motion. “You’re barely moving your finger… You can do better than that, right? You can be a good girl for me?”

You wanted to.

So badly, you wanted to.

But you could only whine, tilting back again to look at him, almost as if waiting for instructions— spoiled.

He’d ruined you.

“Just, ah…” 

He let out a sigh, but it came out almost as a soft laugh. Despite his insistence on teaching you how to pleasure yourself—because, clearly, you’d already forgotten how to—he was quite enjoying your predicament.

“Here. Take it out again, drag it up to your clit… There we go. Hear that noise, baby? Focus on it, yeah? Feel how wet you are.” 

The more he spoke, the more you could hear the smile in his voice, even though your eyes drifted back down to what you were doing.

“ Mmm… look at that. Always such a pretty pussy for me… That’s it, circle your clit a little, I know you like it when I tease, baby. You can do that too, you know?”

Another whimper of his name, and you closed your eyes.

It did feel good.

With every word that came out of his mouth, his soft voice a soothing melody that only heightened your pleasure… You could focus on him, imagine him doing it. When you did that, the sparks of pleasure shooting through your body could leave goosebumps in its wake. All you had to do was think of him.

But you still felt stubborn.

“Nnngh… Hn… Minnie… Want your fingers…”

Again he shook his head, and his hand slid back down your thighs to caress your skin, further away from your heat as if to make a point.

“No, baby. Be a good girl and make yourself cum first. C’mon… see? You’re soaking wet for me, you just have to try a little harder…”

He leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. He was so close to you. You could hear each shaky breath, each rumble of his chest as you leaned against him. Though you had shifted in a way where you couldn’t feel his erection directly, you were sure it was there; you knew that he was just as turned on as you were, just from watching you pleasure yourself.

“You ready, baby? Wanna slip that finger back in, hm?”

A kiss over the shell of your ear.

The feeling made you shudder, your lips parting—

“Minnie…”

The way his name sounded out was so quiet, so breathy. You could feel his hold on your thigh tighten, clearly affected. He drew in a sharp breath, his hand edging back closer to your wetness.

“Fuuckkk… So, so wet for me…”

He groaned into your ear, and one glance at him was enough to tell you that he was absolutely glued to the way your finger would disappear into your deliciously wet cunt.

“Mmm… Just like that, baby… Does it feel good?” He turned his head a little to place soft kisses onto your cheek, lips gliding over the side of your face.

Another whimper, another whine—it was all that you could truly muster.

“Want me to set a pace for you?” he murmured.

You felt him nuzzle into your neck this time, smiling against your skin as you nodded.

“Okay, then follow my voice. In, and out… in, and out… Attagirl, look at that pretty pretty pussy …” This time, he sighed against you, and you felt his hand slide slowly over your knee before gliding back up, matching the slow pace he used his voice to guide you with. Gradually he picked it up, urging you to go faster, encouraging more moans to fall from your lips.

“Hnn—ah—! M-Minnie… Mi— nngh—”

“ Juuuust like that. What a good, good girl for me, there you go… You found your pace, baby? Wanna curl your fingers a bit? Brush against that spot of yours?”

Fully immersed in the pleasure, you felt your stubborn streak fade away. Perhaps, you realized a second later, he’d picked up on the same thing—his hand settled next to yours, circling the edge of your hole, gathering all the slick that had been leaking out. The sight of it made your breath hitch.

“Mm—M-minnie? Min— S-Seungmi—ngh?!”

You choked out a moan as he pushed inside, sliding in right next to your own finger.

Just a simple motion, but your eyes rolled back, a certain haziness filling the depths of your thoughts. It made you pause. Your finger stopped its movements, more than keen on letting him continue on his own.

“Babe…”

He chuckled into your ear again, a warning.

He didn’t necessarily stop, however—you felt him start to move, moving his finger up against your gummy walls with precision. Every move was calculated. This was the Seungmin that knew, far better than you did, what to do and how to do it.

Because Seungmin had memorized your body like his own.

He knew that.

Truly… he’d ruined you.

Ruined you even for your own self-pleasure, so much so that you were in firm belief that you could never, ever, ever cum as much with anyone or anything else other than him.

“Ngh— ah—! Th-there!” you cried.

He pressed harder, faster—the rhythm was hard for you to follow, already beyond saving in this ocean of pleasure you found yourself in, and you fell against his chest limply, spreading your legs wider as if to coax him for more.

Your hips bucked, mouth open in a string of moans that neither made sense to you nor to him.

“You’re a little helpless…” came his laugh again, but you no longer minded.

Not when he would bury in so deep, not when you could feel that coil build up inside you so readily… Every fuck of his finger deep into your pretty weeping cunt tore a cry from your lips, ready to cum—

Seungmin had always focused on your pleasure.

Sometimes, he was a tease; sometimes, he was insufferable with you… Other times, he was sweet, kind enough to give you exactly what you wanted.

Perhaps, he knew that there was really no getting you out of your predicament—perhaps, he knew that all of this had really amounted to not a single thing learned but the fact that you needed him. Inexplicably so.

He urged you to curl your finger up with him with a little kiss, as he whispered: “Cum.”

Rough pads pressed against the spongy nub on your walls, and your hips jerked upwards.

“Minnie!!!!”

With a loud cry, you felt wave upon wave of pleasure crash through your body, hips bucking wildly into his hand as you felt yourself pull away from your heat to grip helplessly at the sheets below you.

Your eyes were bleary and unfocused, breathing heavy.

“Min… Minnie…”

Moans fell to whimpers.

His finger slipped out in favor of gently massaging your thighs, and he let out a loud sigh—

“Guess I really have no choice… Maybe it’s my fault that you’re always so desperate for me…”

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