Places You've Given Them Head: His Couch | Han Ver [MDNI]
Pairing: Han x Fem!Reader
WC: ~550
Warnings: Oral (obviously), subby han, lmk if there is anything i missed
Stray Kids Masterlist
You and Jisung were laying on the couch, watching some anime you’d both see a thousand times. You were laying on his chest while he idly ran his fingers over your back. You’d long stopped paying attention in leu of watching Jisung, giggling when he silently mouthed a quote from the show or bit his lip in concentration. Slowly adjusting on his chest, you start to trail kisses along his collarbones and up his jawline.
He tears his eyes away from the screen, “Baby, what are you—?
You hush him, “Shhh, watch the movie.”
He stares at you for a moment longer before resigning to turn his head back towards the tv screen. You slowly slide down his body, pushing up his baggy t-shirt to trace your fingers over his stomach. He shivers, his muscles twitching under your touch as you run the tip of your middle finger over his tattoo.
“B-baby—” He giggles.
You hush him again, “Don’t worry about me, Sungie. Just watch your show.”
You kiss along his tattoo, slowly sliding your hand into his sweats to palm him over his boxers. Jisung groans, throwing his head back on the couch and bucking into your hand.
“Always so sensitive…” You mumble against his skin, kissing along the waistband of his sweats. “Lift your hips.”
He was quick to obey, holding himself up long enough for you to slide his sweatpants and boxers off. Your lips trailed down to his inner thigh, fingers gripping his hips to keep him still.
Jisung was staring down at you in disbelief, his tv show long forgotten. The real show was nesseled between his legs, tongue flicking out to tease the head of his cock. He groaned, once again falling back against the armrest of the couch. His hand flew to his mouth when you took him into yours, warm and wet.
Jisung moaned into his hand, eyes rolling back as your tongue trailed along the underside of his cock. You pulled off for a moment, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“Move your hand,” you said, pulling at his wrist and keeping it held in your hand. “I wanna hear you.” Jisung groaned at that, unable to get a word out before you took him back into your mouth. Moans fell from his lips as you set a quick pace, keeping one hand pinning his to the couch, the other holding his thigh.
You hollowed out your cheeks, letting him fill your mouth as his pretty cries filled your years. Jisung was a whiny person, in everyday life, and twice as much in your sex life. You lived for the sound, pathetic and adorable—he was far too irresistible for his own good.
He was getting close, his cock twitching in your mouth, moans much louder than before. You almost felt bad for his neighbors, but not really—they were getting a free show.
“Shit… shit, baby—ugh!” His eyes roll back, cum spilling into your mouth. You swallowed all of it, only pulling off him when Jisung sagged into the couch . He hissed when the cold air hit his wet cock.
You kiss back up his body, paying special attention to his neck before hovering over him, “Feel good, my love?”
He blinks his eyes open, looking up at you with that sleepy post-orgasm expression he always had after you sucked him off.
“‘m so good.” He mumbles, a dopey smile spreading across his lips. You laughed softly, pecking his lips.
You really had to watch anime with him more often.
synopsis: y/n basically drooling (AGAIN) after seeing chans latest performance at the gda's. MDNI but y'all knew that already.
a/n: y'know what....christopher you got it. that's it that's all.
this is for @yinminatozaki who commented for a chan ver.
☆ once a munch, always a munch (chan ver.)
pairing: bangchan x f!reader
genre: smut, drabble (minors dni)
word count: 242
warnings: pussydrunk! bangchan, oral (f. receiving), bangchan being a munch, bangchan finishing in his sweats, slight overstimulation, slight daddy kink if you look through a the highest prescription glasses in history
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there you were, spread open on the couch for chan to feast on. his tongue swirling on your needy bud as you dug your nails onto his broad shoulders to ground yourself. your whiny moans echoed throughout the space, leaving very little to the imagination of your fellow neighbors. “c-chan… ‘m gonna… fuck!” you whimpered as he continued his attack on your delicious cunt, the sounds of messy slurping mixing in with your beautiful melodies.
his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer if even possible. he growls as he alternates between sucking and flicking your clit. his hard cock straining against his sweats, being pushed more towards the edge as he continues to eat you out like his favorite meal. “cum, princess. cum for daddy, right on his tongue.” he managed to mutter against you, as if on cue your orgasm hits you rather harshly. you squeal as he works you through your orgasm, your body trembling beneath him, thighs closing in around his head. with that he cums as well, hard, a wet patch forming on his sweats.
but chan isn’t done, oh no, he continues. your hands travel up to his hair, gripping it softly as you try to pull him away. whines falling from your gorgeous lips and going straight to his now hardening cock. “o-one more, gorgeous. please…” he begs lowly and you let him continue because why would you deny him when he begs so beautifully.
Giving: Tongue flat, deep licks, moans into you. He lives to please. Will spend 30 minutes between your legs with no complaints. Loves it sloppy. Holds your thighs open and says “come on, give it to me.” Doesn’t stop until you’re shaking. He’s a perfectionist and a giver. Tongue game strong, stamina unmatched, and he’s obsessed with reactions. He eats you out like he’s starving, fingers you at the same time, and keeps going after you cum, multiple times. Eye contact? Check. Praise? Constant. “How many times can you cum just from this?”
Receiving: Leans back, one hand on your head, other gripping the edge of the seat. Constant praise. “Just like that, baby,” and “You’re doing so well.” Loves watching you work for it. Moans low and steady, hips roll, not thrust. But if you look up at him with spit all over your mouth? He’s cumming in 10 seconds. Then tells you how proud he is.
Lee Know
Giving: He starts slow just to tease. Light licks, smirks, no pressure. But when he decides it’s time? He locks in, pins your hips, and makes a mess. Licks everywhere but where you need until you're begging. He gets off on making you desperate. Loves edging with his mouth, smirking when your hips twitch. Will pin you down just to make you take it. Clean, slow, devastatingly good. Smug and skilled. “You thought I was done?”
Receiving: Sits back with a smirk, spreads his legs, says “Go on then.” Will hold eye contact while you choke and not even blink. Into face fucking. Hands in your hair, hips moving, loves watching drool drip. Might say “Look at the mess you’re making” and make you keep going after he finishes.
Changbin
Giving: Loud, sloppy, loves hearing how wrecked he makes you. He’ll eat like a man starved, gripping your thighs, moaning into it. Goes in like it’s a workout. Big hands spreading you wide, face buried like he belongs there. You cum once? He says “again.” You cum twice? “Keep going.” Lives to make you cum. Obsessed with taste, obsessed with reactions. Uses tongue and fingers together like a pro, doesn’t stop till your legs close around his head.
Receiving: Can’t stay still. Grips your shoulders, moans openly, hips jerk forward. Gives you constant encouragement, begs a little “F-fuck, don’t stop,” while twitching in your mouth. Comes hard, probably with a deep groan and a broken whimper at the end.
Hyunjin
Giving: It’s not just oral, it’s performance. Eye contact, slow licks, long teasing, whispering praise. He’ll take his time, build you up, drag it out. Will absolutely finish you with just his tongue if he feels like it. Looks up at you with those big eyes, licks like he’s tasting wine. Loves sucking on your clit slowly, playing with his fingers inside. Might be a little too focused on the build up, but when you snap? Heaven. “Shhh... I’m not done with you yet.”
Receiving: Tries to stay composed, head tilted back, breathing heavy until you go deep. Then it’s over. Runs fingers through your hair gently... until he grabs a fistful. Moans high, face flushed, thighs trembling. Might whisper “fuck, you’re too good at this” in that breathy voice.
Han
Giving: Messy, sloppy, noisy. Tongue everywhere, spit everywhere. Gives head like he needs it. Moans loud, slurps loud, doesn’t care if it’s pretty. Face dripping, tongue deep, will fuck you with it until your legs cramp. Then keep going for the aftershocks. He’s nasty with it. Loves spitting, tongue fucking, sucking your clit until you scream. Gets off on making you lose control. Probably jerks off while eating you out. Smiles when you beg him to stop then goes harder. “Cum on my tongue. Now.”
Receiving: Whining, bucking into your mouth, saying your name over and over. Tugs your hair, talks nonstop “Shit, yes, fuck yes, keep going,” moaning like a pornstar. Definitely cums hard and messy, maybe even holds your head down at the end by accident.
Felix
Giving: Sweet tone, nasty mind. Starts soft, builds heat, and then completely surprises you. Deep licks, breathy moans, tongue flat and slow. Loves making you feel safe then breaking you open with intensity you didn’t see coming. Tongue is silky, kisses like a lover, and eats you out like you’re sacred. Loves making eye contact, holding your thighs gently. Will ask, “Do you like this?” then hum against your clit. Killer bass moans = free vibrations. “Can I keep going? You’re shaking so much…”
Receiving: Blushes while asking for it, but once your mouth is on him? Instant switch. Hand over his mouth, eyes wide, breath hitching. Groans deep in his chest, thighs clench, begs for more. Finishes with a whimper and then hugs you like you just saved his life.
Seungmin
Giving: Acts composed, but eats with intent. Only gives when he wants to but when he does, you’re crying. Uses his tongue just right, fingers perfectly synced, and edge control so good it’s frustrating. Smirks at your begging. Controlled, precise, and fucking ruthless. Quietly obsessed with reactions. Watches you squirm and targets what works. Once he locks in? You’re done. Might hold you still and say “Don’t run” while tonguing you through the edge. “Is that all it takes to ruin you?”
Receiving: Sits back, watches you like prey, barely reacts... at first. “Deeper.” That’s all he says. Forces your head down slowly. Smirks when you gag. Might finish on your tongue and tell you to swallow without blinking. Zero praise. Just dominance.
I.N
Giving: Curious and committed. Might start unsure but once he learns what makes you scream, he’s addicted. Uses everything. Fingers, tongue, lips, even teeth lightly. Gets turned on by how much you fall apart under him. Tongue everywhere, fingers deep, and desperate to hear you scream. Might get sloppy but means every second of it. Might overstimulate you on accident but loves watching you fall apart because of him. “Tell me what you like… so I can do it better.”
Receiving: Face red, hand over his mouth, thighs twitching. Tries to be quiet. Fails. Gasps, whimpers, probably covers his face while moaning. You go deeper, he cries out. Might cum fast and apologize, but secretly wants you to keep going.
Pairing: Bangchan, Lee Know, Jisung, Jeongjin (separate) x afab!reader
warnings: spoilers!!!!!!! pwp, unprotected sex in bangchan's jisung's n jeongjin's (wrap it up irl) p in v, oral (f receving) in Minho's, whimpering men (hihi), unholy usage of a hot tub in han's, slight choking and degrading in Jeongjin's, FREAKED OUT MAKNAE, whipped skz, bottom!han (its canon), petnames (baby, jagi, doll pretty boy)
⭑은서: So img this as a tits or ass convo getting out of hand and discussing full on bodyparts, also pt with remaining members coming soon as i can finish theirs<3 not proof read
Bangchan
Tits and tummy
Being on tour with your boyfriend was kinda hard, especially when you had a reservation and he got feral over your outfit.
He loved when you wore clothes with a deep cleavage even though you couldn’t wear it outside, not because he didn’t let you, but rather because he couldn’t take his eyes or hands off them. He became paralysed every time he saw a little bit of skin on your chest, his thoughts foggy, mouth stopped working, stopping whatever he was talking about as he almost started foaming at the mouth.
The restaurant reservation be damned he was taking this to the bedroom.
Your sweet moans travelled through the hotel room as Bangchan meanly pistoned his hips into you, your legs around his waist. But there was one thing he couldn’t take his eyes off, he was actually helpless.
The way your tits jiggled with every thrust of his hips was dizzying to him. Every little movement made them move, making his cock painfully harder, and twitch as more blood pumped to it, and with your walls tightening around him, he was a dead man.
One of his hands came up to caress your tits - more like squeeze the life out of them. He couldn’t help it - they were so soft and perky. The flesh of it almost melted in his hands, taking him closer and closer to his release - even though there was no way to reach that reservation you fought tooth and nail for.
His cock was reaching a spot in you you didn’t know existed so you forgave him really fast.
His hands slid down to the delicate skin of your stomach, his eyebrows pulling together at the silky skin, thrust falling out of rhythm.
“Ba- baby please let me come on your stomach” he whined desperately sounding unintelligible pleas leaving his mouth, begging for you, his climax way too close to actually wait for your answer.
You nodded just as he left you, hole clenching around nothing as he shot his load on the soft skin of your stomach and some even reached your boobs. Little whiny moans came from his mouth as he came down from his high.
As he opened his eyes and looked at your body proudly, covered in his release, hair messy on the pillow behind you and your eyes boring into his with daring glint, he knew this was going to be a longer night.
Lee know
Ass and thighs
His mind was somewhere else, but his body was still at the summer get-together the guys hosted saying there will be lovely weather, they should do a korean barbecue.
Little did he know it was the beginning of his downfall of you and that damned skin tight shorts of yours.
It showed every curve of your ass to him every time you came out the door, placing yet another tray of food on the table just to go inside again, the muscles in your thighs tensing with every step, slightly bouncing the flesh of it.
He couldn’t wait to get you home and get that thing off you - but place it on the dresser rather than tossing it on the floor, it was a delicate piece of fabric he would love to see it on you more, and until then, he needed to survive with just teasing slaps on your ass and on the back of your thighs.
As soon as the front door of your home closed he was on you, hands wrapping around the back of your thighs grabbing the flesh of it, holding you up to wrap your legs around his middle. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, he was feral. Mouth kissing you all over, until he drops you on the bed.
“You wore these on purpose didn’t you?” he scoffed, shaking his head, piecing together what you had planned out. “Just to drive me crazy” a chuckle left his mouth in disbelief
He comes in between your legs, hands coming to your waist, drooping into the waistband of your shorts, taking them off you with surgical precision - after all he wants to see this on you again. His lips leaving kisses in his hands wake, his eyes locked in yours as he went lower.
His eyes darkened as he reached your panties - which were drenched by now. He left an open mouthed kiss there and took it off you.
His head was dizzy with your figure burned into his mind, hands couldn’t get enough of you, grabbing and caressing every part he could.
His hands travelled under your thighs grabbing your ass and he leaned in, his breath hot on your pussy, he wasn’t even doing anything but you were putty in his hands.
He licked a stripe from your clit to your hole slightly dipping in as your hands found his hair and scalp leaving crescent moon shapes on it.
His tongue flicked your bundle of nerves, your head thrown back from pleasure, as he switched between dipping his tongue in your hole and sucking on your clit.
One of his hands stayed grabbing the flesh of your ass, humming in appreciation every other moment. The sound and feel of his humming makes your eyes roll back into your skull. His other hand teases your slit, first dipping just knuckle deep into you, before he plunges two fingers into you, the pleasure dizzying.
The orgasm comes blinding, loud moans travel through your shared space as his fingers fuck you through it.
After he let you come down from your high he speaks up “If you wanted me to put you in your place you could’ve just said so Jagiya”
Jisung
Tits but backs also
It's the hottest day of the summer, when Jisung realized he hadn't gone in the outside pool yet, so no better time to invite the guys over for a pool party. All of them came with their girlfriends so you were chatting with them in the living room, the guys having the time of their lives in the pool when an idea struck Lee know’s girlfriend's mind.
“Wait, don't you guys also have a hot tub?” she asked with a naughty glint in her eye, smirk slowly growing on her face, when the others made apprehensive noises in the background.
“Yeah we do” you replied your smirk mirroring hers as all of you, took off the swimsuit covers you had on and slowly waltzed out to the hot tub.
The guy's noise immediately died down, all eyes on their own girlfriends, following the group of girls, sinking into the warm, yet cooling water of the tub, jets and bubbles wrapping around your bodies, cocktails sitting on the edge, with some appreciative moans left some of your mouths.
Han was lost, the small top of your bikini was like an invitation he had to remove with his mouth, and the way it left all of your back open, he didn’t know which part of you to appreciate with his eyes.
Your eyes locked with his and he visibly gulped, but a ball came at his head aggressively pulling him out of his daydream.
A chuckle left your mouth as everyone went back to chattering, and the guys went back to playing.
The day had died down, the last guests were Jeongjin and his girlfriend, and as you escorted them out, and went back to the backyard, Han was sitting in the hot tub, eyes quick on yours, with so much to say.
That's how you found yourself riding him in the jacuzzi, the water jets still going, and your movements splashing water everywhere.
His head was thrown back to the edge of the tub, his hands playing with your nipples as whimpers and cries left his mouth.
The warmth of the water surrounded you both, droplets sizzling on your evening-chilled skin, making the whole thing feel far more intoxicating than it ever could in a bed.
His hands wandered to your back keeping you close to himself, as he felt your rhythm falter, thrusting his hips up in the same mean way you did, bullying moans and unintelligible words out of your mouth - reverbing through the whole neighbourhood.
“Do you like this bikini Ji?” you asked breathlessly, completely leaning on him, body spent “i picked it out just for you” you admitted to him in a teasing manner, your hole unconsciously tightening around him at certain words, increasing the volume of his moans, and taking him closer and closer to the edge.
“Y-yeah, jagi… you’re s-so pretty,” he slurred, eyes opening to take you in from where his head was tipped back. He couldn’t stop thinking about the smooth skin of your back, the way it was out of the tub when the others were still here, the muscles tensing when you laughed too hard at something the girls said, it was burned into his mind.
One look at you was all he needed to come, the way your boobs bounced with every movement, your hair messy framing your face perfectly, and your kissed out look as your eyes rolled back, it was picture perfect.
Jeongjin
Neck and ass
Jeongin was out with the guys at a bar somewhere in town, celebrating the end of their tour. The chatter was low but constant around him - glasses clinking, laughter echoing here and there.
He was in a deep conversation with Hyunjin about something - or rather, bickering - when Chan shoved his phone in his face, the screen lighting up with your Instagram story.
You were holding the necklace he’d gotten you, the one that rested perfectly in the dip between your collarbones. Some song lyrics played next to your figure, but he barely noticed them - too captivated by the way your neck looked, so delicate, with the faint mark of his hand still there if you knew where to look.
“You got her that necklace in Europe, didn’t you?” Chan asked curiously, snapping him out of his trance. Jeongin could only nod, still caught by the sight of you glowing through the screen.
He was home soon after, giving some scrappy excuse about not feeling well. The sound of his keys and shoes clattering disturbed the calm of the apartment, startling you in the process.
His hands were fast on you, the pace quite dizzying compared to the stillness before. Hands were on your neck kissing up your neck, when you snapped out of the arousal caused trance, mind still fuzzy, but there enough to question his actions.
“Innie what are you doing?” you asked, trying to slow his hands, slightly pushing him away but there was no stopping him, he was still enamoured by your glowing skin, teeth grazing, and sucking here and there.
“I love your neck baby have I ever told you that?” he asked to come up for a second but then resumed his work “but I think I did” he stopped then fully fake confusion on his face, eyebrows etched together “That’s why you decided to post that baby, didn’t you?” a playful smirk played on his lips paired with a knowing look in his eyes. “While I was out with the boys” he said tsk-ing with his mouth, disapproval clear on his features.
Then he didn’t stop until you both were naked in the bedroom. His hand came around your neck, the other holding your hip, grasping your body to his to see yourself in the mirror. His mouth next to your ear bit it a little then came next to you holding eye contact with you in the mirror.
“You see how you look like” the veins flexed on his hand as he held onto your neck, making your breathing harder, this slightly dizzying feeling adding up to all the sensations was too much. “So spent, so mine baby” he husked, eyes going over your body in the mirror, taking in the marks he left all over your neck, and from this perspective he couldn’t see the red hand prints on your ass but you felt them.
His mouth went into the nape of your neck not appreciating the amount of marks on you, teeth grazing over you as a slight chuckle left his lips, eyes coming back up to the mirror to see your drained expression “you like to be marked by me baby don’t you?” he murmured to your skin, hips never faltering in their rhythm.
“That’s why you never take off that necklace doll, isn’t it?” you could only muster nodding and a bundle of intelligible words to him, pleading for him not to stop, which his smirk only widened at.
“Don’t worry baby I like it too” he teased, tone laced with the obsessiveness he felt towards you, his night could not get better after this.
Warnings: suggestive (this's more crack than anything else lol)
Alexa, play Manchild by Sabrina Carpenter
Things you would do to Han’s muscles (and he would pretend to get offended when in fact he is melting)
Squeezing his pecs while cuddling:
You’re both sitting on the couch watching anime when he suddenly pulls you against his chest, the warmth of his body spreading to yours in seconds. It’s comfortable, cozy, all lovey dovey, until… you casually grab his pecs. Not hard— just enough to feel them, to feel how solid they are.
But to Han, it’s a huge offense, “YO!”, he yelps, pulling back just far enough to look you in the face, “Did you just do what I think you did??!”
He looks at you like a child who just found out the tooth fairy isn’t real. Without breaking eye contact, you do it again, trying to hide your smirk and failing completely.
Han immediately covers his chest with both hands, gasping dramatically, “YN! This is abuse. I’m reporting you to the ‘society of boyfriends with big chests’ ”, he declares, trying to stay serious but already almost laughing during the process.
Y ou roll your eyes and slide your hands down to his waist, snaking your arms around him and burying your face in his chest, “Fine! Sorry, I won’t do it again”
Instantly, he pouts, looking at you with pitty eyes, “What?! Why?! Come on, honey, do it again”
You giggle, already squeezing his pecs again because how could you say no to your ridiculously hot and dramatic boyfriend?
Tracing your fingers over his tattoos in the shower:
Amid the steam, you and Han are sharing a hot shower, the water cascading down your bodies pressed close together. He’s humming a song while washing your hair, absentmindedly shaping the foam in silly forms.
You take advantage of how distracted he is and let your fingers trail down his side, following the line of the tattoo that reads “resplendent life” while the fingers of your other hand trace the compass on his chest.
Han freezes mid foam sculpting, eyes widening, a shiver running down his spine, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Quickly, you explain yourself, “I’m just appreciating the art”
He brings his hand to your chin, making you face him “Honey, if you want to touch my muscles, just ask. Don’t lie to me while I’m here, naked and vulnerable. I would appreciate a bit of honesty”
You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “Alright. Go back to playing with my hair. I promise I’ll behave”
He puffs his chest, nodding proudly, “Thank you!”
But as he starts rinsing your hair, his voice goes soft, “You know… you still have two more tattoos to touch”, you raise an eyebrow, suspicious.
In response, he lifts his forearms as if trying to look innocent, “I’m just saying! In case you forgot I have four. Not just two, but four tattoos”, of course you know, he absolutely loves every time you have your hands on him
Giving him a ‘massage’ when you actually just wanna feel his back muscles:
He’s lying face down on your yoga mat, and you’re straddling his lower back as you supposedly massage his tired muscles.
You press near his shoulder blades and he lets out a satisfied sound, “Yeah, honey… right there. Now a little lower”
But you’re not interested in going lower.
You want to feel the muscles between his shoulder blades— the way his scapula feels under your thumbs, the warm stretch of his traps, the…
Han's sudden, loud “auch!” snaps you back to reality, “I knew you were being way too nice”. He lifts his head just enough to look at you from the corner of his eye, “You just wanted to touch my back muscles, didn’t you?”
You try to deny it, but your face is screaming ‘busted’. He chuckles softly, shaking his head in disappointment, “At least explore other muscles too, you little perv”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. In a blink of an eye, you return to “massaging” him. Again, Han groans when you find a tense spot, “Come on, Yn… just a little to the side…”
You press harder, “Only if you flex for me”, you tease
“Oh, great!”, he grumbles, “I’ve become a prostitute now. Selling my body for a mediocre massage”. But he still flexes, exactly the way you want.
“That’s it… just like that”, you murmur, massaging down along his back as long as he flexes a little for you. And he does— way more than necessary.
Asking him to fuck you in weird places just to watch his arms flex while holding you:
Han couldn’t be more confused every time you suggested a new place, “So… you are telling me, you wanna have sex on top of the dishwasher?”
You nod, proud of your creativity, “But why??!!”
You shrug, completely nonchalant, “Because it’s convenient. We’re already here”
He narrows his eyes, trying to read the real reason, “Convenient?! The bed would be convenient! It was literally made for this!”
You look at him deadpan, blinking slowly, “Han Jisung… beds are for sleeping. Not for fucking your beautiful girlfriend”
He rolls his eyes, too horny to argue, and lifts you up, placing you on top of the dishwasher. Obviously his arms flex in the process, veins popping right in front of your eyes. And obviously you can’t look away.
“HA! Got yah!”, he shouts out of nowhere, “I knew you just wanted to eat me alive with your eyes, you freak”
You bite your lower lip, “Well… yeah. But not just wih my eyes”
He blushes violently, hiding his face in your neck, “Ah, Yn… that's not fair! I am supposed to be the one making you blush here”
You giggle, sliding your hands up his biceps, voice practically a whimper at this point, “You are doing great, Hanji…”
And of course— he blushes even more, getting twice as dramatic as before.
🎀
Things Han would do with his muscles (just because you called him ‘a real babygirl’ and now he has a point to prove)
Rolling a condom slowly (like reeeeeaaaally slow) so you watch his veiny hands:
He does it while keeping eye contact the entire time. In his eyes, you can clearly read how deeply wounded he still is about you calling him ‘babygirl’ earlier that day.
Slowly, he lifts the condom packet to his mouth level and tears it open like it represents your words— like he’s ripping the insult apart with his teeth.
And then, even slower, he brings the condom to his tip, rolling it down his length at a torturous pace. His cock twitches, needy for you, but he tries to stay firm, determined to get revenge for the damage you did to his male pride.
But what gets you the most is the way the veins in his hands and forearms pop as he works— standing out with every motion, flexing with the slow rhythm he’s forcing himself.
Once he’s done, he places both hands on your thighs, squeezing hard, “Babygirls don’t have hands like these”, he says, voice deeper than usual.
“Hanji… show me what they can do…” you breathe, tracing the thick, pulsing veins along his arms with your fingertips.
He smirks, satisfied, “That’s it, honey. I’m gonna show you exactly how much of a man I am”
Minutes later, he’s underneath you, whimpering and begging for more.
Wearing a crop top in front of the mirror while considering getting a belly button piercing:
You leave Han in the living room wearing a sweater— long enough to cover his whole torso— before going to the supermarket. But when you come back, the house is quiet until you hear a noise from the bathroom.
You lean on the doorway and there he is— standing in front of the mirror in a cropped, hands on his waist, inspecting his abs as if it were a piece of art worthy of being in the Louvre.
You cross your arms, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing important”, he doesn’t look away from his reflection, “Just pondering”
You roll your eyes, his dramatic tone tells you exactly where this is going, “Pondering what exactly?”
He slowly turns toward you,a true drama queen, “Whether I should get a belly button piercing or not”. And then he fully faces you, shamelessly flexing his abs, “I think I’d look hotter, right? More… manly. Don’t you think?”, he tilts his head to the side, eyes full of fake innocence
You reach out to touch his exposed muscles, but he takes a step back immediately, “No, no, no. You can look, but you can’t touch”
“Jisung! This is because I called you babygirl, isn’t it?”, you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way! You were just really cute pouting at me to get you a strawberry milk”
“But it hurt my feelings, okay?!”, he shouts, crossing his arms and doing the exact same pout.
You step closer and place your hands on his chest, “Baby… you’d look beautiful with a belly button piercing”
He looks straight into your eyes, eyes shining with your approval, “You really think so?”
You smile, sliding your hands down slowly, feeling his abs tense under your touch, “Yup! The prettiest babygirl ever”
He breaks instantly— the pout disappears, his arms drop, and he practically melts into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Ugh… I can’t stay mad at you”
You hug him back, feeling his warm body against yours,“But you brought my strawberry milk, right?”
You cackle, he is so unserious.
Showing you his body under the pretext of needing help picking a spot for a new tattoo:
The first thing you see when you wake up is Han shirtless in the kitchen— muscles in full display, glinting under the morning sunlight— making coffee like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“Good morning, honey! Glad you’re already up”, he says, way too much excited for the early hour.
You rub your eyes, convinced you’re hallucinating a scene from a bad sitcom, “I… don’t remember you going to sleep shirtless last night”,you mumble, sliding on the kitchen counter.
“Oh!”, he says brightly, “Yeah, that’s because I took it off this morning. I need your opinion, since you always have very strong opinions about me”, the sarcasm in his voice is thick
“What? What did I do?”
“Nothing important”, he shrugs, “I just want my lovely girlfriend to help me choose a spot for my new tattoo”
Your eyes widen, “You’re thinking about getting a new one?!”
“Always”, then he steps back and starts flexing his back, his arms, his abs, his shoulders— everything. Every single muscle group one by one like he’s auditioning for a Magic Mike remake.
You go absolutely still, staring.
“So”, he says innocently, “what’s the best spot?”
He waits one second, then two and smirks when he notices your brain has left the chat.
He claps his hands sharply in front of your face, “Hey, honey! Earth to Yn”!
“You bastard”, you whisper, heat flooding your cheeks… and other places.
He grins wickedly, proud as hell, “Who’s the babygirl now, huh?”. Then he sticks his tongue out at you and walks away, muscles flexing on purpose the entire time
“Very manly of you”, you mutter to yourself, sipping th coffee, embarrassingly turned on before 8 a.m.
Picking the sexiest dances on Just Dance so he can grind on you:
It’s supposed to be just another lazy afternoon of video games— just you and your boyfriend trying not to die in the first round. But Han decides to ruin the atmosphere and switch to Just Dance.
The problem isn’t the game— it's the songs he chooses.
He could have picked “Say My Name” by ATEEZ, “Cure For Me” by Aurora, or even “Kill Bill” by SZA. But no, he has to choose “Don’t Cha” by The Pussycat Dolls, “Seven” by Jungkook, and “Despechá” by Rosalía.
He pretends it’s just “for the vibe” but the way he rolls his body and grinds on you for absolutely no good reason, makes it painfully obvious he has very different motivations.
“ou know”, you say, breathless and already wet, “if you wanted to rub yourself all over me, you could’ve just said so”
He smirks, sweat dripping down his jaw, eyes dark, “But where’s the fun in that…?”, he leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice dropping to a teasing, punishing tone, “...babygirl”
And suddenly everything makes sense. So that's what this was about. You’re not complaining, of course, not when his hips crash against yours so perfectly, not when his whole body moves like that, lighting you up from the inside out and making your whole body burn for him.
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Includes — Fem!reader, mentions of contraceptives, unprotected vaginal sex. Dubcon elements (but it is all explained in detail), mentions/fantasies of creampies, use of petnames (baby).
Author's note — Just a little something! I've had this thought for a while now, and I wanted to put it out there. Despite the dubcon elements of it, I really picture both parties being super into it with full consent —for this, the male character just puts up a fight because he considers things risky, but deep down he wants it just as bad. With that in mind, read this if you have no problem whatsoever with some dubcon. If it's not your cup of tea, just scroll!
Just thinking about a forced creampie with Chan.
He had been pretty vocal about how badly he wants to fuck you raw and come inside you, but the overly-reasonable, almost persecutory part of him doesn't let him get loose. Whenever he thinks about coming inside of you, he can't help but also overthink everything that could go wrong.
“Maybe I just need a little push, you know?” He told you right after you asked him what was stopping him from fulfilling his fantasies. “I tend to get too into my head, maybe I should just- I don't know, go for it in the heat of the moment”.
But even in the heat of the moment, Chan holds back. The amount of self-control he has is crazy, so as much as he wishes to get loose, he never manages to do so on his own.
You come up with a plan, but you first make sure that he is on the same page as you —that he wants this just as much as you. So you ask him just that, and the response you get is enough for you to proceed.
“I think about it at least twice a day,” Chan confessed. “I mean, not a day goes by without me thinking about how pretty your pussy would look leaking with my cum”.
So you start off slow —first, you convince him to fuck you without a condom, fully raw. He pulls out every fucking time, much against his lust's will, but you don't mind. At least not when you can now feel every inch of him, every thickness of his veins and the warmth of his bulge. And now, he gets to feel you too —like fully feel you. From your soft walls squeezing his dick, to the sticky arousal that drips out of you.
It doesn't take long for him to get addicted to that feeling, though —despite him “wanting to take things slow”, he soon becomes obsessed and the idea of using a condom ever again is discarded by Chan himself.
So it all starts off with fucking you raw, and it eventually ends up one night with you offering that much needed push to finally allow himself go.
You're on top of him, straddling his lap while his cock reaches the deepest spots inside your pussy. You can feel him twitching inside of you, and if that isn't enough confirmation that he is seconds away from coming, the grimaces of pain and pleasure along with the veins popping on his temple and neck definitely are.
His hands are bruising your hips pretty bad while he guides your movements on top of him —roughly grinding yourself against him, squeezing your walls to provide him with the stimulation he needs to come.
“Just like that,” he groans biting down his lower lip with furrowed eyebrows and eyes closed shut, “come on, fuck yourself on my cock just like that. Make me come”.
Coincidentally, you're trying to do just that. So when he bents his legs against the mattress, and his hands try to push your body away from his, you don't stop.
“Baby,” he groans out your name, whincing in pain the longer he tries to hold his orgasm back, “'m gonna- fuck, I'm close”.
You lean down over his body, placing chaste kisses along his jaw and neck, “give it to me, Chan”.
He squeezes his eyes shut, just as his body stiffens underneath yours, “move, baby”.
“Inside,” you whimper, shaking your head into the crook of his neck. “Come inside”.
Chan's back arches a little, just as he struggles to maneuver your body, but it's all useless —he doesn't have the strength to push you away, and he doesn't want to.
“No, baby,” Chan hisses, gripping your hips as rough as he can. “I can't- please, let me pull out”.
“Come on, Chan,” you plead into his ear, biting his earlobe while your walls clench around his girth, “I know you want to”.
He lets out a painful, exasperated groan in an attempt to hold back the pent up tension between his legs —you can see he is really trying his best not to come.
“Please,” you leave one last wet kiss on his neck before straightening up your body, going from grinding against his cock to fully bouncing on it, “please, come inside me. I need it”.
Chan swears he is going to lose his mind. Between the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, the sight of your pretty body bouncing on top of his, and the lewd words and moans that are leaving your lips, Chan is sure he isn't going to last any longer.
“Let me pull out,” he tells you once again, with no intention of ever wanting you to stop. At this point, Chan still puts up a fight because he doesn't want to give in too easily. But honestly, he is not interested in winning that fight whatsoever, “'m gonna come, baby”.
You press your hands against his chest and increase the pace of your movements, forcing his body underneath yours while caging it with your legs on each side of his body.
His face is flushed, and the painful grimaces and groans he lets out can only warn you that he might not resist any longer.
“Come for me,” you insist, digging your nails on the flesh of his chest, “please, fill me up”.
At one point, he just gives in to his dirtiest fantasies and carnal pleasures. Who is he to deny himself? You're begging for something that only he can give you, and he fucking will.
So the painful moans turn into primal ones, instictual and animalistic. He opens his eyes and stare at you, his hands going from your hips to your neck, choking you ever so slightly as you ride him to his high.
Not only that, but his hips start fucking into yours from underneath —if he is going to come inside you, he is going to have it his way. Meaning he is going to be the one in control, not you.
Your whole body trembles at the unexpected thrusts, and it doesn't take you long to feel a warm, almost hot sensation filling you up.
“You wanted me to come inside you?” He asks through gritted teeth, snapping his hips against yours while your whole body goes limp. Chan hugs you tightly in place, preventing his dick from sliding out of you, “you better not fucking waste it, then”.
He milks himself inside you with each thrust, letting out deep grunts of pleasure in between.
“Chan,” you gasp when you feel his cum oozing out of your pussy and around his cock, all while he is inside you, “fuck”.
Even after a few seconds, he feels he isn't done yet —he is still throbbing and pulsating inside your walls, and he just can't stop shooting his cum into you. This is the first time he comes like this, and it is as painful as it is pleasurable.
“It's dripping out of me,” you murmur when he finally slows down, looking down to where your bodies connect —it's messy, but neither of you can begin to care. At least not when it feels this good to be filled.
Chan lets out a deep exhale, his chest moving frantically as he tries to catch his breath. He feels defeated, and weak, but at the same time he can't wrap his head about how good it fucking felt to finally let go, to be able to fuck you full of his cum until it dripped out of your tight hole.
So much so, that the idea of pulling out and coming anywhere else it's just not an option any more.
And just like he got addicted to fucking you raw, he might be addicted to stuff you full of his cum now too.
WARNINGS — lowercase intended, explicit content, swearing!! use of various pet names/terms of endearment.
NOTES — requested felix version ♡ if anyone would like to request anything, my requests are currently open. you can read my rules here for more info. enjoy!! <33
read the other parts : chan minho changbin hyunjin han seungmin jeongin
"relax angel, let me take care of you."
"are these the panties i bought you? fuck, they look so sexy."
"you always take me so well."
"you're dripping honey, did i get you this wet?"
"im so proud of you, you did so well."
"breathe baby, i've got you."
"i-i wont last long if you keep looking at me like that."
"you taste so sweet, angel."
"getting tired? let me help you sweetheart."
"keep the dress on, i want to fuck you while you're wearing it."
"if you want me to beg for you, i will."
"turn your brain off sweetheart, focus on me."
"does this feel good?"
"slow down, baby, oh shit, i'm cumming."
"don't hide your moans, i want to hear everything."
"lay back, i want to make you feel good."
"d-dont stop, please, im so close."
"tell me what you need baby, i'll give it to you."
Hii ^_^ Can I req ot8 skz (individually) reacting to pregnant!readers bump finally showing?
headcanons | your bump is showing
pairing: ot8!straykids x pregnant!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: pregnancy
masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written) | Special EP (events)
BANGCHAN
He’s tucked away in his studio, wearing one of his oversized shirts you “borrowed.” You wander in with snacks, flopping onto the couch. He swivels his chair to face you, ready to scold you for not resting, only for his words to catch when he notices the fabric stretched differently over your belly. His face softens instantly, eyes crinkling.
“Oh my god… it’s showing.”
He kneels in front of you, warm palms cupping over the curve through his shirt. His grin is boyish, proud, like he’s seeing proof of everything you two built.
LEEKNOW
You’re crouched on the floor, trying to pet Soonie as Doongie and Dori circle. Minho leans on the doorway, watching with fond amusement, until you shift and he notices how your shirt stretches over a curve that wasn’t there before.
He goes quiet, just kneeling beside you and gently laying a hand over your bump. One of the cats immediately pads over to sniff at you both, and he smirks softly.
“Guess they know, too.” His hand lingers protectively, his sharp eyes softer than usual.
CHANGBIN
He comes up behind you while you’re tidying something, slipping his arms around your waist for a back hug. He pauses mid-squeeze, blinking as he realizes there’s more resistance under his forearms than usual. Pulling back a little, he looks down and gasps, his eyes wide.
“Wait! Baby?” His voice cracks adorably, and he immediately drops to his knees, hugging your bump instead. He starts rambling to it in that playful, loud voice, already talking to his future little gym buddy.
HYUNJIN
You agree to a casual pregnancy photo shoot at home, just soft light, white sheets, nothing fancy. He’s behind the camera at first, coaxing little smiles out of you. Then he lowers it, walking over in awe when he realizes the bump is there, clearly visible in the angles. He kneels in front of you, hands framing your waist like he’s cherishing art.
His eyes shine, misty almost, as he whispers, “You’re… so beautiful like this.”
You end up with photos of him kissing your bump instead.
HAN
He’s dramatic about it. You’re in the kitchen, cutting fruit, when he stumbles in half-asleep. One glance at your belly and he gasps so loudly you almost drop the knife.
“IT’S HAPPENING. IT’S HAPPENING!!”
He’s pointing at your bump like it’s a UFO. He runs over, crouches dramatically, then presses his ear to your stomach.
“Do you hear me in there, baby? It’s your favorite parent!” He’s over-the-top and silly, but when he hugs your middle tight, you feel the genuine excitement trembling in him.
FELIX
It happens during a cuddle session. He’s tucked against you, head on your chest, one arm across your middle. He shifts a little and freezes when his forearm rests against the distinct curve.
Slowly, he lifts his head, freckles bright under his wide-eyed smile. “Love… it’s showing…” His voice is quiet, reverent, like a secret.
He lays his cheek gently against your belly, rubbing little circles with his hand as if to soothe both you and the baby at once. He falls asleep there, peaceful.
SEUNGMIN
He’s not one for dramatics, so when he notices, it’s subtle but powerful. You’re sitting on the couch reading, your shirt riding up just enough to reveal the small curve. He takes a double take, lips parting slightly, and then without a word he sits beside you. His hand rests tentatively on your bump, his expression unreadable for a moment, until he lets out a soft, shaky laugh.
“Guess it’s real now, huh?” He leans over to kiss your temple, then stays pressed against your side in silence, hand never leaving you.
I.N
You’re getting dressed in front of the mirror when he wanders in. He freezes mid-sentence, his eyes widening at the roundness just beginning to peek through your outfit.
“No way… already?” He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms carefully around you, eyes locked on the reflection. His grin is shy but unstoppable, cheeks puffing. “You look… wow.”
He rests his chin on your shoulder, hands overlapping yours on your bump, both of you staring at the new little curve in the mirror with quiet awe.
You keep getting caught by your boyfriend's members, it's probably time to get your own place.
pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader
genre: established relationship, idol!Seungmin, smut smut smut
rating: explicit, 18+, minors do not interact
word count: 2.8k
warnings: multiple sex scenes, spanking, unintentional voyeurism/exhibitionism, oral (m. & f. receiving), throat fucking, fingering, brief daddy kink (sue me), unprotected sex (don't), dirty talk
A/N: requests are always open, let me know what you think of this one!
Masterlist
It started off by accident. Felix was meant to be out all night with the team from Louis Vuitton, a nice dinner and drinks after. “Don’t wait up,” he had called before walking out of the apartment earlier in the day. So taking the rare advantage it was to not have his roommate in the apartment for at least several more hours, he was spread out on the couch with you straddling his lap in just his t-shirt and tiny lace panties.
His lips were pressed hard against yours, mouth moving hungrily against each other as contradictory hands gently pulled your shirt up over your ass, causing you to shiver slightly at the cool air hitting it. You couldn't help but let out a moan into his mouth as he gripped your ass firmly, before he lifted his right hand, smacking it down roughly on your exposed cheek.
He continued to rain his hands down on you, knowing how much you loved seeing the reddening outline of his handprints on your ass. His lips trailing down your throat, sucking dark hickies into the sensitive spot under your ear, and the junction of your neck and your shoulder, making sure everyone who sees you will know you're his.
You were both too distracted, Seungmin’s spanks too loud, your moans too raw, to hear the front door of the apartment open. It wasn't until you saw a shadow move out of the corner of your eye as you ground down onto your boyfriends hard cock underneath you, his lips impatiently trying to suck yet another mark onto your neck, that you looked up to see a very tipsy Felix frozen in place in the doorway of your shared living room. He stood motionless, mouth open, willing his eyes to not wander down to where your, now very still, hips met.
You let out an involuntary squeal, ducking your head into Seungmin’s neck as you tried to get the words out that you were no longer alone. Very confused at your sudden reaction, he follows where your gaze once was, finding Felix in the same position as you had seen him in.
“Dude, what the fuck?” he all but shouts at his roommate as he scrambles to try and find a blanket to cover you up with. But Felix only holds his hands up in surrender and mutters a quick apology before making his way to his room.
As soon as he is out of sight Seungmin lets out a frustrated sigh as your forehead falls to his. Trying to chase the soft kiss before you get up, wishing otherwise but knowing the moment had been ruined.
That time he knew it was an accident, but as it started happening more and more frequently, he began to wonder if maybe it wasn't accidental anymore.
The second time it happened, you were coming back home from a date night. Your very generous boyfriend wining and dining you at a fancy restaurant in the heart of the city before taking you back to an apartment that he promised was empty, Felix was at Hyunjin and Changbin’s dorm, he triple checked his roommate’s plans before he left for your date.
He pushed open the front door, allowing you to walk in first, not being able to help but spank your ass as you walked past him. The door had barely clicked closed before he had you pushed up against the adjoining wall, his lips pressing against yours immediately. One hand holding your hip firmly as the other snaked its way up into your hair at the back of your neck, gently pulling your head to the side so he could press kisses over your collar bones. His knee knocked yours apart slightly, pressing his firm thigh against your core, a smirk making its way to his face as you let out a quiet whimper of his name, his hand pushing your hips down onto it just to tease you further.
Your heated makeout session is interrupted with an amused “Ahem.” Causing your heads to snap towards the noise, finding Felix and Hyunjin sitting on the couch, heads popping over the back with smirks on their faces.
“Why are you here?” your boyfriend asked incredulously, trying to hide your flushed body behind his, “You were meant to be at their dorm.”
“Change of plans,” Felix shrugged back at him, not offering any additional information.
“This is a much better show than the one we were planning on watching anyway,” continued a very smug Hyunjin, eyes roaming the two of you.
Sometimes there were moments that his roommate caught you both without you even realising it.
In contrast to a lot of girlfriends to gamer boys, you loved seeing Seungmin sit back and relax while he plays games with his friends. He so rarely had the time to be a normal person with all of his schedules, that you couldn't help but admire how breathtaking he was even when he was bare faced doing something as mundane as playing video games.
You gazed at how beautiful he was so much while he was gaming that you had developed a habit of ‘helping him out’ while he was sitting in his desk chair. A habit of you being on your knees underneath his desk, his legs parted to allow you more room to take his cock into your mouth. You loved being able to suck him off while he was playing, loved hearing him try and keep his moans to himself, loved feeling him twitch in your mouth as your hand came down to play with his balls.
You especially love it when he loses a match. You hear his groan of frustration before the clicks of trying to find another match before he pushes at the back of your head, fucking your mouth until the next match is found. Letting your head go and allowing you to suck him off the way you want again.
Which is what had happened this time. You heard his frustrated sigh of losing his game again, hearing the mumbled words of agreement at changing games for an hour or so before they try again, before hearing the click on his headset of his microphone being muted.
His hands make their way to the back of your head, pressing you down harshly until you're choking around his cock, a satisfied groan leaving his lips as he lets you up for air.
“God I love your mouth,” he moans out, pushing you down again, his hips twitching up involuntarily when he hits the back of your throat, “So good for me.”
You knew this wasnt a quick ‘just need to feel better before my next match’ session when his hands gathered your hair up into an impromptu pony tail and he began to fuck your face with a vigor of a man who wanted nothing but to come down your throat.
However, he was so focused on your lips wrapped around him rather than the conversation that was happening in his headset, one where they were asking Seungmin if he wanted to join in with their new game, that he didn’t hear them asking Felix to go and ask in person since he wasn't answering their calls into his ears.
You both missed the short knock at your bedroom door, the call of Seungmin’s name and then your own, and finally missed the squeak of the hinges opening as the door was pushed by a hesitant hand.
Felix had never been so quick to close a door again in his life, having been greeted by gagging noises, his roommate’s low moans, and muttering that sounded a lot like, “You’re such a good slut for me, letting me use your mouth.”
Making his way back to his computer he clicks on to the new game before updating his friends, “Yeah he’s a little busy right now, maybe the next one?”
And sometimes there were moments that his members caught you without them even knowing.
You were having a cosy date night at home, watching a movie just the two of you for the first time in a while. You had your back on the soft pillows up against the arm of the couch, your legs and a blanket thrown over Seungmin’s.
Despite the original plans for this night being just a movie and cuddles, you couldn't help but let out a moan when your boyfriend's teasing hand on your thigh moves confidently and stops over your warm cunt. And who were you to stop him when your sleep shorts got pushed away, his fingers pressing lazy circles to your clit over your panties, shushing your moans and telling you to be quiet because this was a good part of the movie that he was still pretending to watch.
And you definitely weren't going to complain as he finally presses a deep kiss to your lips to drown out your whimpers as he pushed your panties to the side and you felt two of his long fingers sinking into your soaking cunt.
It doesn't take you long at all to feel the heat in your stomach begin to climb to its peak. His very practiced fingers fucking into you at a pace he knows you love, his thumb flitting over your clit quickly, he can feel your walls clenching around his fingers, your breath getting shakier, and your legs beginning to tense up. All clear indicators of what is about to happen.
He leans down to your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on your arms as he begins to whisper, “Come for me baby, come around daddy’s fin-” before he’s cut off with the front door opening and loud laughter coming from the open plan hallway. He barely has time to think before he’s pulling the blanket tighter around you, looking up to greet Felix and Jeongin, pretending like his fingers aren't still deep inside of you.
Being as oblivious as ever, Jeongin’s eyes met the TV in front of you, his face lighting up, “Oh! I love this movie,” and throws himself down on the matching couch opposite the one you and Seungmin were on, while Felix was pottering about in the kitchen.
When he knew Jeongin’s attention was fully engrossed in the movie, he could properly pay his attention back to you. Back to your walls fluttering around his fingers.
“Careful angel, you don't want to give it away, do you?” he smirked down at your flushed face. “Maybe you do want them to know?” he continued teasingly, his last whisper full of insolence as his fingers slid deeper into you, “Maybe you want daddy to fuck you infront of his friends?”
You had to muffle your whimper into his shoulder as you rode out your orgasm over his barely moving fingers, biting his shoulder when he says, “Such a dirty girl.”
Despite his smug words, he spent the last 20 minutes of the movie willing his rock hard cock go down even a little so that he could get up to bring you to his room to fuck you with his hand over your mouth.
And then there were the times where you didn't even know you'd been caught until it was too late to stop the teasing.
Seungmin had planned a romantic home date, homemade dinner, soft music, twirling you in the kitchen as he waited for the food to be done. You hadn't been able to spend proper time together in a few weeks, his schedules and your work not being compatible, passing like two ships in the night. Felix was out, he knew you were planning a date tonight, and he had plans to go to the gym with Minho and Jisung anyway.
So when your soft romantic date night turned into dinner being half eaten, clothes being thrown off while you tumbled into your boyfriends room, you landing ass up with your face pressed to the pillows, you didn't think twice to be as loud as you wanted because you were alone.
Seungmin hadn’t fucked you like this in weeks, and you were beginning to get a little desperate. You couldn't help but push back to meet his rolling thrusts, moaning at how deep he finally felt. Your boyfriend smirked at your actions, smacking your ass as it met his hips, loving the way it made you clamp down on his cock. Moaning out about how good you were for him, how well you were taking his cock, how your tight little hole was made for him.
His thrusts began to speed up, getting harsher, your whimpers turning into borderline pornographic moans as his hand meets your ass again.
“Come for me angel, come on my cock, baby, please,” he whined out, not realising how much he had missed you until he had you laid out in front of him.
You clenched down on him one last time, sending you both into the throws of release, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside your dripping cunt.
After a brief moment of coming back to your souls, you threw his shirt over your frame, him pulling sweats on, agreeing to meet back on the couch, you with water from the fridge, him with your left overs from the table.
However, when you walk into the living room to meet Seungmin, you expect to see him lounging trying to decide what to watch, instead you see him frozen near the doorway.
“Minnie?” you questioned, moving to stand beside him in the doorway, freezing beside him when you saw what was on the couch.
Three smirking boys, Jisung beginning to slow clap.
“God damn,” Felix started.
“Wow, Minnie, didn't know you had it in you,” teased Minho.
“Phenomenal finish,” laughed Jisung.
Your face flushed hard, and you ducked behind him, pressing your face into his back.
“Man fuck you guys,” your boyfriend spat out at his members, turning you both quickly to go back to his room, closing the door not before hearing Jisung call out, “Seems like youre sorted on that front already dude!”
The most recent time that it happened was when you were certain no one was meant to be home. The boys had planned a movie night at Chan and Jeongin’s apartment, you feigning slight sickness and just wanting to stay home, accompanied by your doting boyfriend.
Your ever doting boyfriend that currently had you on top of the kitchen counter, panties in his back pocket, lips wrapped around your throbbing clit. His mouth moved down to lap at your growing wetness, moaning into you at how good you tasted.
Luckily, this time you did hear the dings of the keypad at the front door, having just enough time to pull your ravenous boyfriend off you before you were met with all seven smiling happy faces of his group.
“What happened to movie night?” you asked, subtly pulling down the edge of your skirt, looking over to see Seungmin with his back to you all, looking in the fridge. Hiding his hard cock and stealthily trying to wipe you off his face.
“We thought since you didn't want to go out, we would bring movie night to you! Also the set up here is just nicer, even if you still didn't feel up to watching anything.” Felix explained, his bright smile adorning his face.
You appreciated his thoughtfulness, but again bailed on movie night to ‘lie down in the dark’ for a while, Seungmin joining you to make sure you were okay.
Seungmin lay on his back, you straddling his waist as you kissed down his neck.
“You need to ask your managers for your own apartment, we can afford it, I can't keep doing this,” you whisper to him, not wanting the boys to hear your conversation.
“I don't know if I could convince them. It took a lot of grovelling just to get us into dorms of two,” he explained, his voice getting airier as you sucked gently on his neck, not leaving a mark, just enough for him to feel the light throb as you move away.
“But I want to be able to kiss you in the living room,” you begin, pressing a kiss to his waiting lips, “I want to be able to walk around the house in only your shirt and no panties,” you continue, grinding your bare cunt over his still clothed erection. “I want to be able to wait at the door on my knees to suck you off after you have a long day,” you added, smirking into his neck as he let out a whine at the thought.
You moved your lips up his neck, your breath hitting his ear as you continued to try to convince him, “I need you to fuck me in every room, I need you to bend me over no matter where we are or what we’re doing.” Nipping at his earlobe before letting out a squeal as he flips you around so you're under him, legs hiked up on his hips.
“I’ll talk to them tomorrow,” he concedes, kissing you passionately before moving back down to continue what he had been rudely interrupted doing earlier.
Your voice is muffled against the pillow as you roll onto your side, already yawning. The sheets are warm. His chest is warmer. You expect him to wrap around you like he always does.
But this time—he’s quiet.
Too quiet.
Then you feel him.
His palm gliding low over your hip, tucking beneath the curve of your ass. His breath right behind your ear.
“Still awake?” he murmurs, voice low. Gentle. Careful.
You hum something that sounds like maybe.
“I missed you,” he breathes, lips brushing your temple. “Let me in, baby. Just for a bit. Won’t move. Won’t ask for nothin’. Just wanna be inside.”
You don’t answer. Just shift your leg forward.
It’s permission. He knows your body now. Knows what that means.
He presses a kiss to your shoulder and reaches for the lube in the drawer. You hear the faint click. Feel his hand return between your thighs. Gentle. Slow. His fingers dip into your folds, spreading you, slicking you open until you sigh softly into the sheets.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
The top of his cock nudges your entrance.
You inhale.
“Shh,” he soothes. “Just me. Just us. Gonna go real slow, baby. Let me feel you.”
He pushes in.
One inch. Then another. His cock sinks into your body like he’s been waiting all day. All week.
He groans, voice cracking.
“Still so fuckin tight. Jesus. Every time.”
You whimper faintly. He hushes you again.
“I know. I know. S’okay.”
He bottoms out—hips flush against your ass. His arm wraps around your waist. His face buries in your hair.
And he stops moving.
Just breathes.
Just stays there, holding you from behind, buried deep inside.
“Perfect,” he whispers. “Didn’t even need to fuck. Just this. Just being here.”
💕 more super quick hard thoughts bc i’m being consumed by this idea - NSFW, MDNI.
chan’s studio stress relief
Chan just needs to forget about the pressure for a while. He needs to relieve the weight of the world from his shoulders, to ease his mind and know that he’s doing something right. You’re no stranger to his I need you now texts from the studio – you know what’s about to happen when you inevitably get one late at night.
Straddling him, skirt hiked up, tank top pulled down, you’re making a mess around Chan’s fingers before he’s even fucked you yet. His thigh muscles are rigid under yours, both flexed with restraint, but for different reasons. Obscene sounds mixed with your moans fill the room. His lips are attached to your nipple, groaning and swirling his tongue like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted while curling his fingers to make you see stars.
The solid arms on his chair are unforgiving, but Chan will be damned before he stops to reposition. You’re right where he wants you, right on the verge of your first orgasm of the night. And such sweet sounds are spilling out of your mouth – he wants to record you, but that would require taking his hands off you. He’s keeping you right here with him.
“Anyone could - fuck - anyone could walk in,” you groan out. You’re too far gone to really care, but the unlocked door still takes up space in the back of your mind.
He pulls away, a string of spit connecting him to you before it thins out and disappears. “Let them,” he rasps. A mischievous glint in his eyes, a devious smirk on his lips. “I’ll ask if they want to join.”
You hold your breath to stifle your moan at the thought, but the way you clench around his fingers gives you away. His smirk widens. “Yeah, pretty girl?” he teases. “Who do you want most?” Just to ensure you can’t fully answer him, his fingers speed up on your clit. Vaguely, you register him listing off names, but all you can focus on is your own release quickly building inside you.
Your orgasm washes over you by the time he says Felix and thrusts his fingers perfectly. “Chann,” you moan again and again as he helps you through it.
“I know baby, I know,” he coos under you. He holds you, letting you cling to his shirt and control your breathing, as you come down. “Can I keep going?” he whispers into your hair, as if you’d ever deny him. Your small nod against his skin is all that it takes for his fingers to start moving again.
Inexplicably, you find yourself hoping the door is unlocked.
Or.
Han walked in once. Chan made good on his promise.
The only illumination comes from Chan’s still-open laptop and the various lights on the studio’s equipment. Everyone’s clothes are thrown hastily across the floor. Han’s lying on the ground, eyes darting between you and Chan as you grind down onto him. You’ve barely started and he’s already a blubbering mess. Who can blame him, though, when you’re fucking him so well? His hands grip your waist, his glasses slightly askew, but he has no intention of fixing them. You’re not sure he even knows he’s wearing them.
Chan’s sitting on his knees next to him. Your boyfriend kisses you again as Han whimpers out, “Please - please,” he takes a breath, then, “can we keep doing this?” Chan’s hand stays firm against the back of your neck, holding you against him, rendering you incapable of answering Han. His lips work against yours, absorbing your moans. Han would still hear them perfectly if he didn’t get louder at you and Chan kissing.
Han’s barely holding on. Chan knows. He knew the moment Han’s eyes doubled in size upon seeing Chan in his position not long ago.
Your hips shift and speed up, pushing Han further inside. Chan pulls away to look down, cursing under his breath when he sees where Han disappears into you. The wet areas you leave on Han are visible even in the relative darkness. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmurs. Han whimpers like Chan was talking to him. Maybe he was.
“Doesn’t she feel good?” he asks, now definitely talking to Han.
Han can’t form proper words. Instead, he babbles something along the lines of, “yesyesgodyes,” while trying not to let his eyes roll back too much.
You’re not doing much better yourself. Chan also knew that. He had felt you squeeze around him when Han stood in the doorway, shamelessly staring while you rode him. He had seen the smile you tried to hide when he suggested Han take his place.
Chan reaches up to lightly pinch your nipple. As he does, he guides your closest hand to his hard cock. He doesn’t even need to ask; you immediately start pumping in rhythm with your grinds. Finally, he has relief while his girl fucks his best friend. Chan takes your face in his hands and pulls you in again, greedy with his need for more.
Your thighs burn with exertion. Keeping up with both men while chasing your own high is almost too much. Luckily, Han isn’t too blissed out to notice your hips faltering. His grip on your waist tightens, stilling you while he’s completely buried inside. You don’t even have a chance to protest before he’s thrusting up into you.
Both men can tell how close you are. Han needs you to come first, he needs you to finish before he does, but he’s seconds away from losing it. Yours and Chan’s desperation for each other only heightens his pleasure. He thrusts once, twice, and fuck – he can’t hold back the burning unraveling in him. With a final cry, he finally lets himself spill into you.
That does it. Han’s release triggers your own. Like dominos, you cum with both Chan and Han’s names on your lips. The sequence is the most beautiful thing Chan’s ever seen. “Oh my god,” Han mutters below you. He’s already getting hard again.
Chan looks down at Han. “Let’s switch?” he asks, met with Han’s eager agreement.
❑ when you visit your boyfriend during the dominate tour, you out them on a sex ban because of some of their fansite pics
❑ warnings — SMUT!!!, suggestive and sexual content (18+ mdni), use of memes, adult dialogue, reader is referenced to be curvy in Chris'
❑ notes — all fansite photos used in this are taken directly from pinterest and are not altered in anyway way. this idea rattled around in my head for a bit and i thought it could be funny. that being said, it's still smut and still being hidden behind a msture warning label. thank you so much for reading. if you liked this, please reblog to show your support!
ⓘ DISCLAIMER: for entertainment purposes only. these are fictional characters based on the very real members of stray kids. these fake texts in no way represent or reflect their irl personalities
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Methodology: Whole signs and traditional astrology
Placements:
Libra Sun (5th House)
Libra Moon (5th House)
Gemini Rising
Libra Mercury (5th House)
Scorpio Venus (6th House)
Sagittarius Mars (7th House)
Pluto in Sagittarius (7th House)
Is He A Fuckboi?
Rating: 5/10
It strongly depends on Chan's mental health and his maturity at the time. His Libra/Scorpio placements indicate he's more prone to serial dating rather than having a roster or countless one night stands.
Chan is the type of guy that you see in codependent back to back relationships with people who aren't necessarily the healthiest for him b/c he constantly needs someone to take care of in order to feel worthy in himself.
Red & Green Flags:
Red:
My biggest red flag of his is how emotionally exhausting he could be at his worst- this is a man who will love and adore you even into the afterlife.
But there are terms and conditions to that love and he expects you to uphold them.
'you try and find someone who takes care of you like I do!'
'you think you can handle life without me...you need me just to live'
'I can't help these problems baby, it's how I love you know? it's just me'
Want to reiterate and state Chan doesn't show signs in his natal chart of being prone to physically/emotional abuse- this is all related to him just having severe long-term issues with emotional regulation.
Green:
Chris’s biggest green flag, honestly, is how he loves you when it’s not easy. That Scorpio Venus in the 6th house hits hard. He’s not the kind of guy who loves loudly or for show.
he loves like it’s a job he’s sworn his life to. Quiet, obsessive, steady. He remembers how you take your meds, what side you sleep on when your hips hurt, how your voice changes when you’re not okay. Even when he’s pissed or burnt out, he still takes care of you because that’s how his love works.
It’s routine. It’s sacred
Ideal Type: Personality and Physical
Personality:
Emotionally intense but soft with him. He wants someone who feels deeply but doesn’t show it to just anyone. Someone who’s private, a little guarded, but melts for him in ways no one else gets to see. That contrast? It destroys him.
Devoted and obedient in private, opinionated in public
He lives for a woman who challenges the world but submits to him. Who’s mouthy with others but quiet in his lap. A ride-or-die who chooses to surrender—not because she’s weak, but because she trusts him.
Submissive, but not passive
He wants someone who lets him lead, but still responds. Someone who moans when he takes control, but also bites back a little. He doesn’t want a blank slate—he wants someone who gives herself on purpose. Not bratty per se- but stimulating.
Physical:
🖤 Curves he can grip. Bodies that look good crying.
Scorpio Venus doesn’t want perfection. He wants plushyness. Hips. Thighs. A tummy he can press his hand against while he’s deep inside you. He likes bodies that give. Bodies that feel real. Mars–Pluto wants to ruin you slowly. He needs something to hold onto. Plus he's scrawny himself and admit he HATES it on him, he wants a reason to exert his strength.
💋 Dark, sultry makeup. A little smudged. A little slutty.
He’s not into clean girl aesthetic. He wants black eyeliner that says you’ll ruin him if he lets you. He wants red lips that leave marks on his collar. That Scorpio Venus needs mystery. The Libra in his chart wants aesthetic chaos. He loves when you look just slightly unhinged in the eyes.
Yes, he loves the ALT GIRL aesthetic but the SOFT alt girl aesthetic-
A slip dress under a leather jacket, dark smokey eyes but a glossy nude pout- libras love FEMININE energy
I'm getting delusional reading this b/c I'm an Aries sun and Scorpio rising with an alt aesthetic so I'm this man's type by default.
Scorpio placements are always obsessed with other scorpio placements.
Dom, Sub or Switch?
Any of us surprised he's 100% dom? I'm surely not.
Chris is a possessive soft/daddy dom hybrid, and it’s all in his chart. His Scorpio Venus in the 6th makes him crave devotion and obedience as acts of love — he doesn’t want a brat, he wants a good girl he can protect, obsess over, and build routines with.
Yeah, I'm a bit biased but he genuinely would find inexperienced partners a turn-on b/c the process of teaching you to be nasty and feral over his needs make his drawstrings tight but on a darker level-
Means you're a blank slate, nothing to compare too- your world of sex is entirely moulded by him and he thrives on that power imbalance.
He is perfect for us late bloomer babies- but not w/o some serious drawbacks and reckoning.
Biggest Kinks...Some Of Them
Daddy Kink (NOT DD/LG)
His love of being called 'daddy'? 100% real- I've been a stay and Chris-biased now for 6 years and after all this time- I'm concluding it's real.
He knows he gets called daddy all the time on social media, his voice cracks and he giggles when someone uses the term AND he leans into the idea of it HARD for stays.
BUT- it is a kink he's probably ashamed and embarassed about so he wouldn't bring it up for MONTHS but try and see whether you'd respond well to that term or not.
Chris is the embodiment of an AUTHENTIC 'caregiver' dom imo. Not the kind of wanker that wants you to call him 'daddy' but will prioritise you, your pleasure and your priority.
🖤 “Daddy’s the only one who gets to see you like this, yeah? All fucked out and shaking.”
“No one else gets to fuck you like this. No one else even knows you like daddy does.”
OWNERSHIP (UMBRELLA KINK)
Every single one of his kinks involve proving that you're his, you're only for him and he is devoted and obsessed with you.
You'll see below that all his biggest kinks involve owning/claiming you.
🔐 Corruption & Virginity Kinks
He doesn’t just want to fuck you — he wants to rewrite your baseline. If he’s your first, that’s forever. He’ll make you feel things that no one else can even come close to. And that? That’s ownership to him.
“No one else touched you like this. No one else ever will.”
🩸 Breeding, Cum Play, Menstrual Play
Anything that leaves his mark inside you? He’s into it. If it lingers — if it stains — if it proves he was there? He needs it.
“Walk around with me still leaking out of you, baby. That’s mine.”
🪞 Exhibitionism, Mirror Sex, Voyeurism
He wants you to see it. To watch yourself being taken. To know how you look with his hands on you, his cock inside you. It’s about imprinting you visually, not just physically.
“Look at yourself. Look at what I do to you.”
🥀 CNC, Overstimulation, Edging, Begging
He tests your limits because it reminds him you’re real, responsive, human — but still his. If you beg, if you break, if you whimper his name — that’s your body proving its loyalty.
“Say it. Say whose you are while you’re crying.”
🧠 Scratching, Marking, Olfactophilia
He wants to feel you on his skin the next day. Smell you on his clothes. See you wearing his bruises like jewelry.
“I wanna see you limping tomorrow. Gonna wear that ache like my name.”
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