ᥬᩤ content: fluff, sweet skz, cuddling, a bit of jealousy on leeknows
! This is my opinion on straykids favorite way to cuddle their partner!
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Authors note: I've had the urge to write like crazy today lol
🐺 Bangchan ⊹ ࣪
Type: Face-to-face cuddling.
Whenever Chan comes home after one of those days, the kind that leaves him frustrated with everything but cuddling you somehow makes it all melt away.
He kicks off his shoes by the front door, shrugs off his jacket, and quietly makes his way to your shared bedroom before taking a shower. As he passes the bed, he notices you fast asleep... on his side.
A small smile tugs at his lips.
Normally he'd tease you about stealing his spot, but tonight he doesn't have the energy.
After his shower, he returns with damp hair and slips into bed beside you. The mattress dips beneath his weight, stirring you from your sleep. Your eyes slowly flutter open to find Chan lying on his back with his eyes closed, exhaustion written all over his face.
Without saying a word, you reach over and rest your hand against his chest.
He lets out a quiet sigh before opening his eyes and turning onto his side to face you. You gently brush a damp strand of hair away from his forehead.
Almost instinctively, he shuffles closer until his forehead rests against yours, one arm finding its way around your waist.
He doesn't need to talk about his day.
He just wants to hold you, feel your warmth, and let the comfort of being in your arms remind him that everything will be okay.
😺 Leeknow ⊹ ࣪
Type: Arm around your shoulders.
Lee Know loves cuddling in private, but when you're out together, his favourite way of showing affection is draping an arm around your shoulders. It's subtle, comfortable, and, in his opinion, the perfect way to keep you close.
This weekend, the two of you had escaped the city for a camping trip, hoping to enjoy a couple of peaceful days surrounded by nature.
Peaceful... until your neighbouring campsite arrived.
The group consisted of three people a guy around your age and another couple who seemed perfectly happy keeping to themselves. The couple spent most of the afternoon setting up their tent together and laughing between themselves.
Their friend, however, seemed to have taken a particular interest in you.
Every now and then he'd wander over with another excuse to chat.
"Need help setting up?"
"Nice weather today, isn't it?"
"Where are you guys from?"
You answered politely every time, completely oblivious to the fact that his conversations sounded a lot more like attempts to flirt.
Unfortunately for him...
Leeknow noticed.
Each time the guy appeared, Minho's eyes would flick over from whatever he was doing. He'd quietly watch the interaction before returning to his task, though not without rolling his eyes.
By the late afternoon, you'd started to notice he seemed quieter than usual.
"Babe?" you asked, nudging his arm. "What's the matter? You've been a little off all day."
He glanced at you before offering a small smile.
"It's nothing~"
You weren't convinced.
As the sun disappeared behind the trees, the temperature began to drop, and everyone started preparing for the evening.
Minho crouched beside your campsite, carefully building a fire.
Just as the first flames caught...
"Hey!" the neighbour called, wandering over with a grin.
"My friends are still messing around with ours. Mind if we hang out here for a bit?"
Before either of you could answer, he plopped himself down on the mat opposite you. A few moments later, his two friends, the couple joined him, apologising with an awkward smile before sitting together on the other side of the fire.
The conversation started innocently enough.
You chatted about camping, favourite hiking spots, and the best places to visit outside Seoul.
Every so often, though, the neighbour would direct another question only at you.
Minho had had enough.
Without a word, he shifted closer until your shoulders brushed.
Then, as naturally as breathing, he slipped his arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you into his side.
You instinctively leaned against him.
The neighbour's eyes flickered down to Minho's arm before looking back up.
"...Oh."
A tiny, almost smug smile appeared on Minho's face.
He wasn't trying to start an argument.
He was simply making one thing very clear.
You were his.
The rest of the evening passed with you tucked comfortably against his side, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles over your shoulder whenever the conversation drifted away.
And judging by the way the neighbour suddenly became much more interested in talking to his own friends and left pretty soon...
The message had been received.
🐰🐷 Changbin ⊹ ࣪
Type: laying on his arm
If there's one thing Changbin takes pride in (besides you), it's the fact that his arms make the perfect pillow.
After every gym session, he'll jokingly flex and say,
"See? Told you these muscles were useful."
Whenever the two of you settle down to watch a movie or climb into bed after a long day, he already knows exactly where you're going to end up.
Curled into his side with your head resting on his arm.
At first, you used to worry about making his arm go numb.
"Binnie, aren't you uncomfortable?"
He'd look at you like you'd just asked the most ridiculous question.
"Why would I spend hours in the gym if my girl can't use my arm as a pillow?"
You couldn't help but laugh.
Somehow, no matter how long the two of you stayed like that, he never complained.
Even when his arm inevitably fell asleep.
Instead, he'd quietly shift just enough to keep you comfortable without waking you.
The TV would still be playing in the background while you drifted off, your breathing evening out against him.
Changbin would glance down with the softest smile, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"...Sleep well, baby."
His arm might be numb.
His shoulder might be aching.
But as long as you were sleeping peacefully beside him...
He wouldn't move an inch.
🥟 Hyunjin ⊹ ࣪
Type: laying into him
Hyunjin has always believed that actions speak louder than words.
He isn't the type to constantly ask for cuddles.
Instead, he'll quietly open his arms, knowing you'll naturally find your way into them.
Whether you're sitting on the couch, the floor, or at the end of the bed, he'll sit behind you and let you lean back against his chest. One arm rests securely around your waist while the other absentmindedly plays with your fingers or traces lazy circles along your arm.
Sometimes the two of you don't even talk.
You'll be reading a book while he sketches in his notebook.
Watching a movie.
Scrolling on your phones.
Or simply enjoying the quiet.
Every now and then, he'll rest his chin on
your shoulder just to steal a glance at whatever has your attention.
"You look comfortable."
"I am."
"Good."
He'll smile to himself before pressing a soft kiss against your temple.
If you start to drift off, he'll gently tighten his arms around you, making sure you're fully supported before continuing whatever he was doing.
To Hyunjin, moments like these are his favourite.
No big gestures.
No words.
Just the quiet comfort of knowing you're safe in his arms, exactly where you belong.
🐿️ Han ⊹ ࣪
Type: as close as physically possible.
If Han could somehow merge into you while cuddling...
He absolutely would.
Whether you're lying in bed, sitting on the couch, or waiting for your food at a restaurant, he's always finding a way to be touching you.
An arm around your waist.
Your legs tangled together.
His hand intertwined with yours.
It doesn't matter how—as long as he's close.
His favourite thing, though, is burying his face into you.
Your neck.
Your shoulder.
The crook of your neck.
Your chest.
He'll nuzzle into whatever part of you is closest, letting out the happiest little sigh before mumbling,
"You're comfy..."
Sometimes you'll laugh because his hair tickles your skin.
"Jisung..."
"Mhm?"
"I can't breathe."
He'll pull back for approximately two seconds.
"...Sorry."
Then, before you even realise it, he's tucked himself right back against you again.
"You literally just apologised."
"I know..."
"...I missed you."
Even if you've only been apart for an hour.
He's constantly stealing forehead kisses, wrapping both arms around you, and pulling you impossibly closer whenever he gets the chance.
He's basically your own personal weighted blanket.
Except this one occasionally starts talking, laughs at his own jokes, and refuses to let go until you promise you'll stay for "just five more minutes."
Because if Han had it his way...
Every cuddle would end with the two of you practically glued together, his face hidden against your shoulder while he quietly drifted off to sleep, completely convinced there was no better place in the world to be.
🐥 Felix ⊹ ࣪
Type: his head in your lap
Felix's favourite place in the world isn't a beach, a studio, or even his own bed.
It's your lap.
No matter where the two of you are, if you're sitting down for longer than five minutes, he'll somehow end up lying across the couch with his head resting comfortably in your lap.
It's become such a normal occurrence that you don't even question it anymore.
Watching a movie?
Felix is already making himself comfortable.
Reading a book?
His head is in your lap before you've even finished the first page.
Scrolling on your phone?
He'll quietly wander over before gently laying his head down like a cat searching for the warmest spot in the house.
Almost immediately, your fingers find their way into his hair.
He absolutely melts.
His eyes flutter shut as you scratch lightly at his scalp, twirl strands of his hair around your fingers, or gently massage behind his ears.
"...Don't stop."
"I wasn't planning to."
A sleepy smile spreads across his face.
He'll happily stay there for hours if you'll let him, occasionally looking up at you just to admire you before reaching up to intertwine your fingers with his.
"You know..." he mumbles.
"Hm?"
"I think this is my favourite place."
You smile, pretending not to know what he means.
"Your lap."
His answer is so quick it makes you laugh.
"If I could stay here forever, I would."
🐶 Seungmin ⊹ ࣪
Type: legs intertwined
Seungmin isn't overly affectionate in obvious ways.
He doesn't always need to be wrapped around you or constantly holding your hand.
But if the two of you are sitting or lying down together...
Your legs are almost guaranteed to be tangled together.
It's something that happened so naturally neither of you even remember when it started.
You'll be watching a movie, reading, or scrolling through your phones, and before you know it, his leg has found yours beneath the blanket.
Sometimes it's just your feet brushing together.
Other times, your calves are hooked together so naturally that if one of you moves, the other follows without even thinking.
"You know..." you mumble one evening, glancing down at your intertwined legs.
"Hm?"
"I don't think we've sat separately in weeks."
Seungmin looks down for a second before a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
"...Really?"
"You've literally got me trapped."
"I do?"
He says it so innocently that you can't help but laugh.
Instead of apologising, he simply shifts a little closer, his leg pressing more comfortably against yours.
"Better?"
"You made it worse."
"Good."
His teasing grin gives him away immediately.
It's never something he thinks about.
His body just unconsciously seeks yours.
And on the rare occasions your legs aren't touching...
He'll quietly stretch one out until they are again, almost as if he's checking you're still there.
Not because he needs reassurance.
But because being connected to you even in the smallest way makes being together feel complete.
🦊 I.N ⊹ ࣪
Type: Spooning
Spooning is Jeongin's favourite way to cuddle.
Not because it's the cutest.
Not because it's the comfiest.
But because he loves knowing you're safe in his arms.
The moment the two of you climb into bed, he'll instinctively reach for you, gently wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you against his chest.
It doesn't matter if you're watching a movie, talking about your day, or simply getting ready to fall asleep.
If you're together...
He's spooning you.
"You comfortable?" he asks quietly, adjusting the blanket around the two of you.
"Mhm."
"Too tight?"
You shake your head, smiling to yourself.
"Perfect."
Satisfied, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your head before resting his chin lightly against your hair.
His arms never stay still for long.
Sometimes he'll absentmindedly rub slow circles over your stomach.
Other times, he'll gently trace patterns against your arm or intertwine your fingers with his.
If you're having a rough day, he'll hold you a little closer without saying much at all.
He isn't always the best at finding the right words.
But somehow, the warmth of his embrace says everything he wants to.
And on the nights when you're the one who wakes up first...
You'll often find Jeongin still holding onto you exactly the same way he did when you both fell asleep.
As if, even in his dreams, the last thing he wants to do is let you go.
group || stray kids
pairing || hyunjin x afab!reader
rating || teen
word count II 1,768
content warnings || fluff, pregnancy, emotional hurt/comfort, baby fever
summary || His intense adoration, however, hides a crippling fear that he is not worthy of such profound happiness. In a vulnerable confession, he worries his inner darkness will ruin their perfect future.
The late afternoon sun slanted through the living room window, casting long, golden shadows across the floor. You were standing in the center of them, trying to assess the full effect in the full-length mirror propped against the wall. The simple, soft cotton dress you’d bought last month, which had once draped loosely over your frame, was now stretched taut over the distinct, rounded curve of your belly. It was undeniable now. There was no mistaking it for a bloat or a well-timed meal. This was the real, tangible, physical proof of the life growing inside you.
You ran a hand over the swell, a small, private smile touching your lips. It still felt like a secret, a miracle you and Hyunjin had been whispering about for weeks, a future you were carefully building together. But seeing it like this, so visibly, so… present, made it feel real in a way it hadn't before. You were no longer just you. You were a vessel, a home, a mother.
The sound of the front door clicking open was the only warning you had before his voice, laced with the exhaustion of a long day at the studio, drifted down the hallway. "Jagiya, I'm home. I brought takeout."
Your heart gave a little flutter of nervous anticipation. This was it. The moment. You had debated telling him over the phone, texting him a picture, but you wanted to see his face. You wanted to witness the exact second his world shifted.
"Living room!" you called back, your voice a little shakier than you intended.
You heard him set the bags down in the kitchen, the rustle of plastic, and then his footsteps were coming closer, slow and deliberate. He appeared in the doorway of the living room, his hair slightly messy from running his hands through it, a tired but fond smile already on his lips as he looked for you.
"Hey, you. Long day. I was thinking we could just—" He stopped.
The words died on his tongue, and his entire body went still. He was frozen in the doorway, one hand still resting on the frame, his eyes wide, locked on you. On the swell of your stomach.
For a long, drawn-out moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The dust motes danced in the sunbeams, the refrigerator hummed from the kitchen, but all of it faded into a distant hum. There was only the space between you, and the profound, earth-shattering shift in his expression.
It wasn't shock, not exactly. It wasn't confusion. It was… awe. A raw, unfiltered, almost religious reverence. His gaze traveled from your face, down to the gentle curve, and back up again, as if he were trying to memorize every single detail. He looked at you as if you were a masterpiece, a divine creation he couldn't believe he was witnessing.
He took a hesitant step into the room, then another, his movements slow, deliberate. He stopped just before you, his eyes never leaving your middle. He didn't speak. He just looked.
Then, so carefully, as if you were made of spun glass and the slightest touch might shatter you, he reached out. His long, slender fingers, the same ones that danced across canvases and brought art to life, trembled slightly as they came to rest on your belly. The touch was feather-light, a question more than a statement. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your dress, and you placed your own hand over his, lacing your fingers together.
"Hi," you whispered, your eyes stinging with tears.
He finally dragged his gaze up to meet yours, and the emotion swimming in his dark irises was so overwhelming it nearly took your breath away. There was love, so deep and vast it felt like an ocean, but there was something else too. A vulnerability you rarely saw in him. A fear so profound it was humbling.
"Hi," he breathed back, his voice thick with unshed tears. He leaned in, resting his forehead gently against yours, his hand still s possessively, reverently, over your stomach. "Is this…? Are we…?"
"We are," you confirmed softly. "He or she is about the size of a lemon right now. But apparently, I'm showing a little earlier than most."
A shaky laugh escaped him, a puff of air against your skin. "A lemon," he murmured, his thumb stroking a slow circle over the fabric. "My god." He pulled back just enough to look down again, his expression one of pure, unadulterated wonder. "You're… you're glowing. And you're so… beautiful. I don't have words."
The days that followed were a blur of quiet intensity. Hyunjin became your shadow, your devoted guardian. He was no longer just your boyfriend; he was a man possessed by a new, all-consuming purpose. And that purpose was you, and the life you carried.
His sketchbook, once filled with abstract concepts and moody landscapes, was now exclusively dedicated to you. He would find you in the most mundane of moments—curled up on the sofa reading a book, stirring a pot of soup in the kitchen, simply standing by the window—and he would freeze. His eyes would glaze over, his artist's mind capturing the line of your body, the way the light hit your skin, the soft curve of your belly.
He would sit for hours, charcoal flying across the pages, not just creating images, but immortalizing moments. There were dozens of sketches of your profile, your hands resting on your stomach, the gentle slope of your back as you slept. He was obsessed, not in a suffocating way, but in the way of a man who had stumbled upon a truth so profound he had to document it, to prove to himself that it was real.
One evening, you found him in his studio, surrounded by a half-finished oil painting. It was you, standing in a shaft of golden light, just as you had been that first day. But in his version, you were ethereal, almost divine, your belly luminous, your expression serene. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
He was staring at it, his brow furrowed, a deep sadness etched into his features that had nothing to do with the art itself.
"Jinnie?" you said softly, stepping into the room.
He jumped, turning to you with a guilty start. "Oh. Hey. I didn't hear you."
"You've been in here for a while," you said, moving to stand beside him, your gaze on the painting. "It's incredible, Hyunjin. It's… how you see me?"
"It's how you are," he corrected, his voice low. But the melancholy didn't leave his eyes. He turned away from the canvas, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of agitation. He walked over to the window, staring out into the darkening city.
"What's wrong?" you asked, following him. "You've been… quiet. Distant, even though you're right here."
He was silent for a long time, his shoulders tense. You could see the war waging inside him, the struggle to voice whatever was haunting him.
"I'm scared," he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
"Scared of what? The baby? Being a father?" you asked gently, placing a hand on his arm.
"No. Not that," he shook his head, turning to face you. His eyes were glistening, filled with a deep, existential dread. "I'm scared of this. Of us. Of this happiness." He gestured vaguely between you, then at your stomach. "It feels too big. Too perfect. I look at you, and I see this… this miracle. This whole future we're building. And I just… I don't know if I deserve it."
Your heart ached for him. This was the core of his fear, the vulnerability he had been hiding behind his charcoal and paint. The artist who saw beauty in everything couldn't accept that he was worthy of it himself.
"What are you talking about?" you murmured, cupping his face in your hands. "Of course you deserve this."
"No," he insisted, his voice cracking. "I'm moody. I get lost in my own head. I'm selfish with my time, with my art. I'm not… I'm not some perfect, easy person to love. And this… this is so pure. So good. What if I mess it up? What if I'm not enough for you? Or for them?" His eyes flickered down to your stomach. "What if my darkness is too much for all this light?"
Tears finally spilled from your eyes, tracking down your cheeks. You pulled his face down, pressing your forehead against his, just as he had done that first day.
"Listen to me, Hwang Hyunjin," you said, your voice fierce with love. "You don't have to deserve happiness. Nobody does. It's not a prize you win for being good enough. It's a gift you accept. It's a home you build."
You pulled back, forcing him to look at you, to see the conviction in your eyes. "You're not dark. You're deep. You feel things more intensely than anyone I've ever met. That's why you're an incredible artist. That's why you love so completely. Yes, you get lost in your head, but you always find your way back to me. Your art isn't selfish; it's how you make sense of the world, and you share that beauty with everyone."
He was shaking, silent tears now streaming down his own face.
"This baby," you continued, placing his hand back on your belly, "is going to be so lucky to have you. They're going to have a father who teaches them to see the magic in the everyday, who shows them how to create beauty from their feelings, who loves them with the same fierce, awe-inspiring devotion you've shown me. You don't have to be perfect, Hyunjin. You just have to stay."
He let out a ragged sob, collapsing against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He held you like you were his anchor in a storm, his lifeline. And in a way, you were. You were his proof that the light was real, and he was worthy of standing in it.
"I'll stay," he promised against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll always stay."
And as he held you there in the quiet of his studio, surrounded by his love for you made manifest on canvas, you knew he would. Because his happiness wasn't something he had to earn. It was something he had already created, with you. And now, there was a little lemon-sized soul who would get to call it home.
— this is how i imagined each of straykids members do when they try to muffle their moans by biting on your flesh as they fucked the shit out of you. forget restraint, they need grounding.
HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed witu viewer's descretion as this piece contains graphic smut thenes not suitable for minor readers. MDNI!!!!
CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BAHNG
Chan tries so hard to stay in control, but when he’s buried deep inside you, that control slips. He has you in missionary, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you with deep, powerful strokes. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin.
Every time he thrusts particularly hard, a low, guttural groan tries to escape him. He bites down on your shoulder, not too hard at first, but firm enough to muffle the sound. “Fuck… you feel too good,” he growls against your skin, teeth sinking deeper as his hips snap forward. His bites are possessive but caring, leaving clear marks he’ll kiss tenderly later.
He loves the way your body jolts when he bites harder, the way you clench around him. “Sorry, baby… can’t help it,” he rasps, voice strained, before biting again to silence another moan as he pounds into you. His hands grip your waist tightly, using your body as leverage while his teeth stay latched onto your shoulder or neck. When he gets close, his bites become more desperate and messy, almost like he’s trying to ground himself. He cums with his teeth sunk into your skin, groaning deeply into your flesh as he fills you up. Afterwards, he licks and kisses every bite mark apologetically while whispering how perfect you are.
LEE LEEKNOW MINHO
Minho is a teasing sadist even when he’s losing control. He has you on all fours, one hand fisted in your hair as he fucks you hard from behind. Every deep thrust makes him groan, and instead of letting the sounds out freely, he leans down and sinks his teeth into your shoulder blade.
The bite is sharp and deliberate, meant to muffle his pretty moans. “Quiet… or I’ll bite harder,” he whispers, voice sweet but threatening, right before his teeth dig in again. He loves the way you whimper when he bites, the way your pussy clenches around him. He alternates between soft, teasing nips and hard, possessive bites that leave clear teeth marks.
He’ll bite the back of your neck, your shoulder, even the curve of your waist if he can reach it. Each bite is accompanied by a low, muffled groan that vibrates against your skin. When he’s close, his rhythm becomes punishing and his bites turn almost feral. He cums with his teeth sunk deep into your shoulder, groaning loudly into your skin as he fills you. Afterwards, he licks the bite marks almost apologetically while calling you his pretty kitten.
SEO CHANGBIN
Changbin is loud, intense, and completely unable to stay quiet when he’s lost in you. He has you bent over the edge of the bed in a deep doggy-style position, his powerful body completely covering yours from behind. His thick, muscular thighs slap against the back of yours with every brutal thrust, the sound wet and obscene in the room.
Every time his fat cock slams deep into you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your toes curl, a deep, guttural groan builds in his chest. He tries to hold it back, but he can’t. Instead, he leans forward, pressing his broad, sweaty chest against your back, and sinks his teeth hard into your shoulder. The bite is strong and possessive, his jaw clenching as he muffles a loud, animalistic moan against your skin.
“Fuck— baby, you’re so tight,” he growls, voice deep and rough, the words vibrating through his teeth into your flesh. His massive hands grip your snatchable waist tightly, fingers digging deep into your soft skin as he uses your body like a handle to pull you back onto his thick cock. The contrast is overwhelming. His huge, muscular frame against your smaller one, his teeth sunk into your shoulder while he pounds you mercilessly.
The position lets him hit even deeper, and his muffled moans become louder, more broken. He growls into your skin, teeth clenched tight as his hips stutter. He cums with a loud, deep, muffled roar, sinking his teeth hard into your shoulder as thick ropes of cum flood deep inside you. His whole body shakes against yours, muscles flexing as he holds you in place, refusing to let go until he’s completely emptied himself.
HWANG HYUNJIN
Hyunjin turns even something as raw as biting into something almost poetic. He has you riding him slowly, his back against the headboard, hands gripping your hips as you sink down onto his cock. His head falls back at first, long hair messy, lips parted in pleasure. But as the intensity builds and his thrusts become deeper, needy moans start slipping out.
He suddenly leans forward, burying his face in the curve of your neck and shoulder. His teeth graze your skin teasingly at first, then sink in with a low, breathy groan that vibrates against you. “You feel too good… I can’t stay quiet,” he whispers hotly before biting harder, teeth pressing into your soft flesh as he snaps his hips up sharply.
The bite is firm but graceful enough to leave a clear imprint, but never truly painful. He loves the way your body jolts when he bites, the way your pussy clenches around him in response. His long fingers dig into your waist as he uses your body to bounce you harder on his cock. Every deep thrust is paired with a new bite. On your collarbone, the top of your breast, the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.
Then he'd moans against your skin, teeth grazing before sinking in again. His voice is breathy and beautiful, even when muffled. As he gets closer, his bites become more desperate, almost frantic. He holds you down on his cock with one hand on your waist while his mouth stays latched onto your shoulder, moaning loudly into your skin as he cums deep inside you. Afterward, he gently kisses and licks every bite mark, admiring how pretty they look on your skin while whispering how perfect you are.
HAN JISUNG
Jisung is loud, desperate, and completely unable to stay quiet when he’s inside you. He has you in missionary, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you hard and fast. His face is buried in your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin with every thrust.
Every time his cock hits that perfect spot deep inside you, a loud, broken moan tries to escape him. He solves it by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, muffling the sound against your skin. “Fuck— baby, you feel so good I can’t—,” he whimpers before biting down harder, teeth digging in as his hips snap forward desperately.
His bites are messy and needy, lots of small, overlapping marks all over your shoulders, neck, and collarbone. He can’t control himself. The harder he pounds into you, the harder he bites, using your body to muffle his loud, whiny moans. “I’m sorry— you’re too tight,” he whines pathetically against your skin, teeth still latched on.
When he gets close, his thrusts turn frantic and sloppy. He buries his face completely in your neck and bites down hard on your shoulder as he cums, moaning loudly into your flesh while filling you up. His whole body shakes against you. Even after he finishes, he keeps his teeth gently pressed against your skin for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before he starts kissing and licking the marks apologetically.
LEE FELIX YONGBOK
Felix’s deep voice makes his muffled moans incredibly sexy. He has you in missionary, body pressed close to yours as he fucks you with slow, deep rolls of his hips. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin.
Every time he bottoms out, a low, rumbling groan builds in his chest. He muffles it by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, the vibration of his deep voice traveling straight through the bite. “You feel so fucking good, angel,” he groans against your skin before biting harder, teeth pressing firmly into your flesh as he grinds deep.
His bites are sensual and possessive. He loves leaving a trail of marks across your shoulders and chest. The combination of his deep voice, his teeth on your skin, and his thick cock stretching you open is overwhelming. He’ll switch between soft, teasing nips and harder bites that make you gasp. “Can’t stay quiet when you’re this tight around me,” he moans, voice beautifully low even when muffled.
When he’s close, his thrusts become deeper and more intense. He holds you tightly and bites down on your neck as he cums, groaning deeply into your skin while filling you up. The feeling of his teeth and his low, vibrating moans pushes you over the edge with him. Afterward, he gently kisses every bite mark, his deep voice soft and loving as he tells you how perfect you felt.
KIM SEUNGMIN
Seungmin tries to stay composed, but you feel too good for him to stay quiet. He has you pinned beneath him, fucking you with sharp, precise thrusts. His face is in your neck, and every time a moan threatens to slip out, he bites down on your shoulder.
The bite is firm and teasing. “Can’t even stay quiet for me?” he mocks softly against your skin before sinking his teeth in again. His bites are tender, never too painful, but hard enough to leave clear marks and make you whimper. He loves the way you clench around him when he bites. “Pathetic… getting wetter every time I bite you.”
He keeps one hand in your hair, pulling your head to the side so he has better access to your neck and shoulder. His thrusts are relentless, each one paired with a new bite. When he’s close, he bites down harder, muffling his rare but beautiful moans as he cums deep inside you. And even that bite couldn't hide how desperate his moans are spilling ending up with his whole body rigid. Afterwards, when you tried to open it up with he'll act as if that thing never happened.
YANG JEONGIN
Jeongin gets surprisingly possessive and eager when pleasure overwhelms him. He has you in doggy style or spooning, body pressed close as he fucks you hard. His face is buried in the back of your neck or shoulder, breathing heavily.
Every deep thrust makes him moan, so he solves it by biting down on your shoulder. “Noona… you feel too good,” he groans before sinking his teeth in, trying to muffle the sound. His bites start a little shy but quickly become more confident and possessive. He loves leaving marks on you, clear evidence that he was there.
As he gets more lost in pleasure, his bites become harder and more frequent. He grips your waist tightly with one hand while biting your shoulder, using your body to pull you back onto his cock. “I can’t stop… you’re too tight,” he whimpers against your skin, teeth still latched on. When he cums, he bites down firmly on your shoulder, groaning into your flesh as he fills you up, making up pull his head up just so he could gasp the pleasure out. Afterward, he becomes very soft and clingy, kissing the bite marks gently while asking if he was too rough.
