warnings : smut!! , jake loves tats 😛 , lots of kissing , hickeys , neck biting/sucking , handsy/touchy jake , not proofread! , backshots , fingering , a little cum eating , unprotected sex (don’t risk it) , cream pie!! , dirty talk , teasing , multiple orgasms , biting , overstimulation(?) , slight choking.
a/n : i wrote this while i have two other unfinished fics sitting in my drafts (keep an eye out for those 😉). hopefully they’ll be finished soon as im going on holiday on tuesday so i’ll be able to write loads 🍸. as always, lmk if i made any mistakes/missed anything out & enjoy!! likes & reblogs are very much appreciated 🖤
Two weeks ago, you told your boyfriend, Sim Jake, that you were spending the afternoon with your friend at a new cafe in town, pretending to care enough about overpriced coffee and mediocre pastries to make the lie believable.
Little did he know, you were laying face-down on a tattoo bed while somebody pressed fresh ink into the skin between your shoulder blades and down the full length of your spine.
This wasn’t your first tattoo, though.
Jake knew about the delicate piece on your forearm - the one he absentmindedly traced whenever your hand rested near his. He also knew about the tiny butterfly behind your ear.
This one was different.
Bigger.
Hidden.
And entirely yours.
You kinda knew he wouldn’t approve, but you did it anyway.
Well - maybe “wouldn’t approve” is slightly dramatic.
He’d probably stare at you with that unreadable expression he wore whenever you did something impulsive, sigh under his breath, and ask why you hadn’t told him first.
Which is exactly why you didn’t.
Because if he knew you were getting another tattoo - this time stretched delicately down your spine - he would’ve insisted on coming with you.
Not that you didn’t want him to, of course, but with this one you wanted to give him a nice surprise.
You arrived at the tattoo studio, the air smelling faintly of disinfectant wipes and lavender. You smile at the lady sitting by the tattoo bed and she waves you over.
“Y/N, right? Come take a seat.” she pats the bed beside her as you approach.
You nervously explain the placement of the tattoo and what kind of design you want. You pull up Pinterest on your phone and manage to find a similar photo. The artist nods, telling you she’s able to do it.
You’re buzzing with excitement but also shaking with nervousness. You already have tattoos, but small ones. One on your forearm and the other behind your ear. Those didn’t hurt much, but you’re afraid this one might.
You take a deep breath before pulling your shirt over your head and removing your bra. You tie your hair into a messy bun and lay face down on the bed before sliding your phone out of your bag pocket.
There’s a threat of messages from Jake.
Jake: i hope you’re having fun, love
Jake: let me know if you need me to come get you
Jake: or if you need any more money
You smile at the screen and type out a fast response, just in time since the tattoo artist is now back with fresh ink, disinfectant wipes, and tissues.
She tells you to lay flat and take deep breaths. You try.
Hours later, you’re finally finished. The lady bandages up your new tattoo and gives you some tips to help keep it clean. She then lets you stand and gather your things. You pay and leave the shop.
You exhale deeply once you step out into the cool, night air. Shit. It’s already dark.
You pull out your phone and see a longer thread of messages from your boyfriend.
Jake: where are you?
Jake: are you still with your friend?
Jake: 3 missed calls
Jake: answer the phone please
Jake: i’m coming home early
You sigh and shove your phone into your back pocket.
He worries like this a lot, not always, but sometimes. It’s partly your fault for running off places and not letting him know where you’re going and how long you’ll be out.
You stop at a bus stop and check the app on your phone. 5 minutes.
Surprisingly, the bus isn’t late and it arrives 5 minutes later. You scan your card and hop on, finding a seat upstairs.
The bus ride is only around ten minutes, but as you’re driving, your phone continues to buzz in your back pocket.
You finally reach your apartment building and head inside quickly. You pull your keys out of your handbag, but when you reach the door, it’s already unlocked.
You push open the door and toe off your shoes.
“Baby?” your boyfriend calls from the living room.
His footsteps approach quickly before he appeared at the end of the hallway. His eyes scanned you head to toe. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
Before you could even open your mouth to respond, he reaches you in three long strides and pulls you into his arms.
The sharp sting across your back made you suck in a breath. “Ow-“
He raises an eyebrow at you. “You just winced like a i stabbed you, baby.”
“That sounds dramatic.” you try to lighten the mood, but his serious expression doesn’t soften even a fraction.
He lifts his hands and places them on your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing small circles through the thin fabric of your shirt. “Why were you out so long?”
“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.” you try shooting him a soft smile.
“Of course, you did.” He sighs and runs a hand down his face. “I thought I told you to let me know if you’d be out late.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” you whisper.
He doesn’t say anything else. He just stares at you, his serious, dark eyes finally softening. “It’s fine. I’m glad you’re okay.”
The two of you make your way to your bedroom after that, changing into pjs and settling into bed. You slip into bed, careful not to lay on your back because of your new tattoo.
Jake slips into bed beside you and immediately wraps his arms around your waist. You hold your breath as he pulls you closer so your back is flush against his bare chest.
His hand slides under your tank top and his fingers begin tracing gentle patterns on your stomach as the both of you fall asleep tangled up in each other.
The next morning, you wake up to hear Jake’s soft snoring behind you. You slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake him, and pad into the kitchen, your bare feet silent on the wood.
You make your way into the kitchen and begin making breakfast for the two of you. Sausages, bacon, eggs and toast.
You grab the bread from the cupboard and shove four slices into the toaster, you pull out the bacon, eggs, and butter out of the fridge.
Then you bend down to grab the sausages from the freezer but your ass pushes back against something instead when a pair of large, familiar hands pull you backwards.
You straighten up quickly, startled, and spin around. Your boyfriend stands facing you, hands on your hips, with a smug grin creeping onto his lips. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning.” you smile up at him.
“You making breakfast?” he nods towards the items on the counter before looking back at you.
“Yeah,” his hands grip your hips tighter. “I hope you’re hungry.”
At that, his smirk just widens. “Oh, I am.”
You gasp as he spins you around and pushes your chest flat against the counter, his hips pushing against your ass. “Jake!”
A low chuckle escapes his throat as his large hands squeeze your hips tightly. "Jake..." you repeat, but this time it comes out breathier than expected.
That's when you feel him freeze behind you. One of his hands leaves your waist and comes up to your neck to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail.
"What is that?" forget skipping a beat, your heart actually stops beating and restarts again faster than before.
"What's what?" you manage to say as you turn to look at him over your shoulder.
His brows are knitted, eyes dark. You feel him run a finger over the bandage peeking out the top of your tank top, his fingers feather light. "This."
"Oh..." you whisper.
"Are you hurt?" his voice left his throat harsher than intended. "What have you done, y/n?"
"It's umm..." you fumble over your words. "nothing."
"Nothing?" he scoffs, voice tightening. "that's not nothing."
You sigh and spin around to face him fully. "I wanted to wait and surprise you when it had healed."
"Healed?" his eyes widened, tone becoming accusatory. "Tell me that's not what I think it is..."
"It's a tattoo." you admit, voice no higher than a whisper.
"When did you get it?"
"Yesterday."
"Fuck, y/n." he grips your waist and spins you around again.
His fingers trace the edge of the bandage again before he pulls at it gently. You wince as the tape pulls at your skin.
"Take your shirt off." he's not asking. He's telling you.
You pause for a moment before reaching down for the hem of your tank top and pulling it over your head. When you lift it, Jake sees that the bandage disappears into the waistband of your shorts.
This time, he's not gentle when he begins pulling at the bandage again. He dips his finger into the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down just enough to see the larger horizontal bandage on the small of your back. Shit.
The bandage is fully off now. You feel vulnerable. Is he mad? Does he like it? Does he hate it?
You spin around to face him again, only to be met with a smug smirk plastered on his lips. His eyes lift to meet yours. "Show me again, sweetheart."
You smile, a chuckle escaping your throat as you turn your back to him and move your hair out of the way so he can see the full length of the tattoo. He lift his hand and trails a single finger down the side of the permanent ink. "D- do you like it?"
"I don't know. It's... big" he sighs. "You should've let me come with you."
"I knew you'd say that." you laugh as he turns you around again with a gentle hand on your waist.
Before either of you even get chance to say anything else, his hands are on you and his lips are on yours. It’s not rushed, but it’s not gentle either. His hands slide up and down your bare sides, his thumbs brushing just below your bra. Your hands reach up to grip his shirt and pull him impossibly closer.
He groans low in his throat and it goes straight between your legs. You feel heat flushing up your neck and your panties becoming wet. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.
At least he likes it.
He backs you up until your back hits the counter and you wince against his lips. “Sorry…” he whispers before diving back in, biting your bottom lip gently and soothing it with his tongue.
Then suddenly you’re being lifted onto the edge of the counter and his hands are patting your knees so he can stand between your thighs. You gladly let him and instantly wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him pressed against you.
Eventually, he pulls back from the kiss and rests his forehead against yours. “Fuck…”
“You do like it, then?” you tilt your head slightly.
“Yes, I fucking like it.” he smirks down at you. His hands drop from your hips and slide down to your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin.
“Still should’ve let me come, though.” he adds but you just roll your eyes. “Was it a guy?”
“No.” you chuckle, hands coming up to cup his cheeks.
“Good.” is the last thing he says before his lips are on yours again. His tongue pushes its way inside your mouth and tangles with yours. Your hands drop from his face and tug at the hem of his shirt.
“Off.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice. He reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt in one swift motion. Your hand reaches for the back of his neck and you pull him back onto you. He groans against your mouth and reaches behind you to unclasp your bra.
The straps fall down your arms and he practically rips it away from you, throwing it somewhere onto the kitchen floor.
Then you reach down for his belt but he stops you with a firm grip on your wrist. “Not yet, sweetheart. Patience.”
He lifts you off the counter, holding your body up against his with his hands on your ass. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself and giggle as he carries you to the bedroom. On the way there, he buries his face in your neck and places open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down to your collarbones.
He kicks your bedroom door shut behind him and lowers you onto the bed, suddenly being gentle - only because of your new tattoo - despite the hunger in his eyes.
You look up at him as he sits you down, and he just smiles devilishly at you. He drops to his knees before you and taps your leg. “Shorts off.”
You reach down and slowly, purposely, pull your shorts down your long legs. He watches the whole thing with that specific, hungry gaze he only ever gives you when he’s desperate for you.
Now you’re completely naked apart from your panties with him kneeling between your legs. His eyes remain locked onto yours as he leans down between your thighs and licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit on your soaked panties. “You already this wet f’ me, doll?”
You nod eagerly and a needy whine escapes you. He licks again, and again, and again until you’re begging him to take off your panties.
“Jake… please, take them off.” you say, reaching down to try and do it yourself. He stops you. Again.
“What did I say earlier, sweetheart? Patience.” he growls before pushing your panties to the side and slipping his middle finger into your tight hole.
You cry out, your hand flying to tug at his hair. He adds another finger and begins moving them slowly. Not just slow, like, hardly moving at all.
He’s such a tease.
“Jake…” you breathe. “stop teasing me.”
He chuckles and looks up at you through his lashes. “You want more?”
You nod quickly.
“Ask how I like.” he demands.
You whine and wriggle beneath him, rolling your hips upwards to meet his hand. “I want you… so bad. P-please.”
He smirks, satisfied, and quickens his torturing pace. He adds a third finger and he begins pistoning them into you, curling them at just the right angle.
It doesn’t take much more before you’re whining and rolling your hips upwards, desperate for more of him.
He takes the hint and pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. He doesn’t break eye contact as he does so.
A moan escapes you while watching him. Then he’s on you again, pushing you further up the bed so he can hover above you. He buries his face in your neck and sucks at the sensitive spot just below your ear before kissing you slowly, letting you taste yourself on him.
You didn’t even realise he was pulling your panties down until he pushes two fingers back inside of you and presses his thumb against your clit.
You arch your back off the bed and wrap your arms around his neck, keeping his lips pressed against yours.
He slides his tongue into your mouth again, wanting to taste you. All of you.
It doesn’t take much more until you’re coming on his fingers. “Ngh- Jake… I’m…”
“I know, baby,” he whispers into the crook of your neck. “let go f’ me.”
And you do. Your walls clench around his fingers and you tug harder at his hair, earning a low groan from your boyfriend.
He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit with his thumb or curling his fingers inside you until you’re basically begging him to stop.
“T-too much… ahh…” you wriggle beneath him, trying to move away from the sensitivity.
He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and watches as a white string of your come, connecting you to his fingers, breaks.
He lifts his head from the crook of your neck and kneels between your thighs. “Turn over.”
You flip yourself over quickly and raise your ass into the air. Just how you know he likes it.
He slaps your ass cheek hard, ripping a choked moan from your throat. Then you hear the soft clinking of his belt undoing before it falls to the ground. You look over your shoulder and see him unbuttoning his jeans. He tugs them, and his boxers, down his waist and throws them somewhere on the floor.
When he turns back to you, he trails his finger down your spine. Not directly on your tattoo, but beside it. You wince, the skin still red and sensitive.
“S’ so fucking sexy.” he whispers before tapping his leaking tip against your clit.
You clench around nothing, still needing more despite coming minutes earlier.
“Please Jake… fuck me, please. Need you so bad.” you beg.
“You need me, huh, princess?” he chuckles, the smirk audible in his voice, as he lines himself up with your dripping entrance.
He doesn’t say anything else; he just pushes into you slowly, feeling you stretch around his thick cock.
“So tight…” he groans before leaning over you, pressing his bare chest to your sore back. He digs his teeth into your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips so tight it’ll definitely leave marks, as he bottoms out and soothes the marks with his tongue.
He sets his pace, not too slow but not too fast. Not yet.
You reach underneath you, taking it upon yourself to touch yourself. The teasing is getting too much. You need more. More of his touch. More of him. You use your middle and ring finger to circle your clit, but you only manage a couple seconds before he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling it behind your back.
“You just can’t wait, can you, baby?” he chuckles before slamming into you so hard you cry out, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.
His thrusts are aggressive and hard now as the bed rocks against the wall every time his hips slam into your ass.
Despite coming minutes before, you’re getting close to the edge again. He feels it when you clench around him and grip the bedsheets tighter. He loops his arm underneath you, his bare chest pressing against your back, and connects his fingers with your still-sensitive clit.
He doesn’t slow down, not once. If anything, his thrusts are getting harder and harder.
“J-jake… I’m close…” you manage to whine.
“Come for me.” he grunts as he releases your wrist and grips your hip even tighter than before (if that’s even possible).
You’ve become a whining, wriggling mess beneath him after you come, but he doesn’t stop. He chases his own release, reaching to wrap his hand around your neck and pull your back towards his chest.
“Gonna come inside you, yeah?” he whispers against the shell of your ear before sucking another mark onto your neck.
When he comes, he bites your neck hard and his hand tightens around your neck. When he finally stills inside of you, you can feel his cock pulsing and the thick ropes of come filling you up.
You’re both panting. Both sticky with come and sweat.
But too exhausted to even give a shit.
a/n2 : this is the longest fic i've wrote so far and i genuinley think it's a piece of art lmao but i'll let you guys be the judge of that. i tried my best and like i always say, i'll get better eventually 🖤
Warnings: P in v, mild dirty talk, thigh grabbing, oral (f and m receiving), fingering
Authors note: Thank you for all the love on my binnie fic!!! Here's a Niki one to tell yall that I bagged enhypen tickets!!! 😝😝😝
Niki was an exceptional student. He had aced all of his exams in high school and college, making him the best person to learn from. He had a degree in science, his best one being biology.
Then there was you, barely passing exams and struggling to find any universities who would take you if you didn't pass your next exam. Your finger hovered over Niki's contact, hesitating on whether to call him.
You did..
You and Niki had been enemies in high school and up into college, constantly bickering with one another and arguing over the smallest things. He was so smart without having to revise, and you.. well you sat with multiple text books, flashcards and past papers yet still managed to fail. He frustrated you. His stupid grades, his obnoxious ego, his beautiful hair that fell perfectly above his glasses.
Whatever, you called him and pressed the phone to your ear.
"Well well.. would you look at who's calling-" Niki grins before you cut him off.
"Now is not the time, I need to pass this final to get into my dream university Niki." You say, lips pursed as you play with the pen in your hand. "Help me, please.."
You hear him chuckle lowly down the phone, making your body shiver. "So now you want my help?" Niki scoffs, "After the way you've treated me-"
"Niki, please!" You say, voice raised a little louder than before. "Look, I can't fail this. If I do, I..-" Your voice breaks slightly, taking a breath to calm down.
"Fine, fine... I'll come over now and help you." He says, sighing and getting up to come. "Send me your address, I'll be there in 15." Niki says, putting on his jacket and grabbing his things before heading out the door.
15 minutes later, Niki knocks on your apartment door. You open it to see and take in his appearance. He's wearing his signature black glasses and a white tank top. Covering this he wore a grey jacket and some black sweatpants with his white trainers. He carried his black backpack over his shoulder and walked in, a slight smile appearing on his face.
"Let's get this over with.." He huffs, placing his stuff on your desk. You grab your textbook, notepad and pencil case, sitting beside him. You had your hair in a ponytail and wore a black tracksuit, chewing on your pen as Niki talked you through the different topics.
Once his eyes landed on you, his whole brain faltered. For once in his whole life, he'd messed up his answers on the heart.
"Doesn't the human heart have a double pump..?" You ask confused.
Niki regains his composure and clears his throat, adjusting his glasses, "Y- yes Y/n.. you're right." He smiles at you, "Well done,"
You study for 3 hours, not realising just how late it has gotten. When Niki checks his phone, his eyes widen. "Jeez, y/n, I should go.. it's almost midnight."
You both say goodbye to one another, and once he leaves, you can't help but grin. When did he get so hot? Or why did you only start to notice it now...
In the morning, you had a text message off of Niki:
Niki: Morning, Y/n, same time tonight? To study ofc
You smile and was about to reply until you heard a knock at your door. Curiously, you stand up and walk out of your bedroom, heading towards the door. When you open it there's a delivery man with a bag in his hand.
"Order for Miss L/n?" He asks.
"Oh, but I haven't ordered anything?" You reply with question.
"It's definitely for you, it's a gift and came with a note.."
You take the bag off of the guy and walk back into your apartment, placing it on the kitchen counter. Inside when you open it, you see your regular café order: A croissant with a caramel iced latte. On the note it said:
'A present for your excellent studying last night.'
Was this from Niki? Your cheeks flushed as you sent him a picture:
Y/n:
Y/n: Is this from you?
Niki: If it was, would it matter?
Y/n: No, I'm just surprised you know my café order
Niki: Trust me Y/n, I know a lot more than you think.
7:30PM
Niki strolls up to your apartment earlier than last night, knocking on your door. His breath hitches when you open the door in your gym clothes. You had on a small leopard print sports bra and the shortest gym shorts he'd ever seen, exposing your smooth thighs. He pried his eyes away and cleared his throat.
"Sorry Y/n, I can come back-" He starts before you cut him off.
"No, no! You're already here, come in!" You say, gesturing for him to come in and get comfortable. You don't bother changing; instead, you grab your unfinished work from last night and sit at the table with him. As you focus through the sheet you'd printed out, Niki's mind was elsewhere. His gaze focused on your thighs underneath the table, looking so... touchable.
You worked through the sheet, and Niki told you he'd go through where you went wrong after you'd finished it. Your mind raced as his hand rested against the top of your knee, rubbing the skin soothingly. You tilt your head up to speak and he shushes you.
"Shh.. just focus on the worksheet doll. Let me take care of you." He whispers, hand moving higher up your leg. His fingers trace the hem of your shorts, and your breath hitches, chewing on the end of your pen to distract yourself.
It was getting harder to focus when his fingers gently brushed against your clothed core, making your hips roll upwards as you whined softly.
"Niki..-"
"Silence, be a good girl and finish your work. Once you've done, I might let you have a reward.."
He commanded, fingers working against your clit harshly, moving softer when you were getting closer to your high. It was insufferable, sitting there and being refused your climax until you finish the sheet.
Your hand wrote faster than ever, nearly cramping on some occasions as you forced yourself to concentrate to earn your reward, whining and moaning throughout.
With a small, desperate whimper, you hand over your finished work to Niki to read. His serious demeanour doesn't change, worrying you into thinking you'd done it all wrong. However, when his fingers dipped into the waistband of your shorts and panties to slide two into your entrance, curling them at just the right angle which has you crying.
"Well done, baby, did so well on your questions for me..~" He grins as you clench against his fingers and release. Niki lets you ride through your high and once you're done, he pulls them out. He rests his fingers against your bottom lip and orders you to "open.."
You do as he says, and he slides his fingers into your mouth, resting them flat on your tongue "suck gorgeous." You do as he says, tasting yourself in your mouth, and he lets out a low groan.
"Fuck baby.. I can just imagine this mouth wrapped around my cock."
You nod your head eagerly, immediately speaking once his fingers leave your mouth. "Please Niki, I wanna please you.."
His eyes widen at your sudden plea, a smirk forming as he grips your jaw. "On your knees, princess.." He stands up and places a cushion on the floor for you.
Kneeling on the cushion, you look up at him and rest your hand on his thighs. "Can I..?" You ask, and he nods.
"Go ahead baby.."
As soon as he says that you take off his belt and pull his pants down. He was huge... not just in girth, but in length. When it fell, it was practically down to above his knee. Your breath hitched, mouth starting to drool as you begin to stroke him softly.
"S- shit baby.. keep going." He groans, resting his hand on the top of your head as you take him in your mouth. Since he was so big, you took the most you could and stroked the rest of him with your hand. When you felt him getting closer, you hollowed your cheeks and set a faster pace.
"Ngh~ baby fuck.. I'm gonna-" before he could finish his sentence, he spilt inside your mouth, groaning. "That's it, take it all..." You do as he says and swallow.
"Need you. Now" He demands, pulling you up from the floor and backing you up against the nearest wall. His hands move to lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He lines up with your entrance and grins against your lips as he kisses you fiercely.
"You ready for me princess?" He asks, not waiting for an answer and slamming straight into you. He set a ruthless pace, stretching you open deliciously. You moaned loudly, back arching of the wall as his kisses moved from your lips to your neck and collarbone. He rested one hand on your hip to steady you and with the other he freed one of your breasts.
"So fuckin' pretty baby.." He grins, latching onto your nipple and suckling softly, a contrast to the relentless pace he was moving between your legs, hips snapping up into you.
"N- Niki, I'm about to cum..~" You whine, hand gripping his hair as you tilt your head back and release all over his cock.
He didn't last long after that, movements getting sloppy as he thrusted up into you harshly one last time. He groaned into your neck as he spilled inside of you, breath shuddering as he placed gentle kisses to your neck.
warnings : this feels a little rushed sorry!! , mingi loves calling reader baby hehe , morning sex with no plot lmao , head (f receiving) , unprotected sex (don’t) , kissing , fingering , slight choking (not rlly) , biiiig dıck mingi🙏 , cum eating , pls lmk if i missed anything!
a/n : i literally haven’t wrote anything for AGES and i apologise🤭. i’ve had no motivation whatsoever and ive been so stressed with college work/assignments (my teacher pmo) but i’ll defo be trying to write more!! also, reblogs are always greatly appreciated!🩵
You wake up to find your bedroom silent and pitch black, the only light being the soft glow of the moon shining through your blinds.
You thought your sleep schedule had been getting better, but you’d started waking up in the middle of the night again. You’re not sure why.
Actually, you know the exact reason why. It’s because your boyfriend, Song Mingi, is on tour again. He’s thousands and thousands of miles away from you and the comfort of your apartment.
You rub your eyes and sit up in your bed, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You turn on the screen and see the time reads 3:47am. Below is a thread of notifications from Mingi.
He’s probably telling you to get some sleep or to eat properly - not just instant noodles.
He knows you worry and he knows you get lonely without him. That’s one of the many things you love most about your boyfriend. He notices everything.
Mingi: sleep well beautiful
Mingi: i’ll be home before you know it
Mingi: don’t worry too much
You type out a quick reply before throwing your phone onto the mattress.
Eventually, after what feels like an hour of tossing and turning, you manage to fall asleep again.
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The next time you’re woken up, it’s by the sun illuminating your bedroom and… a wetness between your legs.
You find yourself trying to wriggle away from the sensitive pressure between your legs, but something is holding you down.
Or someone.
You blink open your sleepy eyes and look down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you pinned down. That explains why you couldn’t move.
You arch your back off the bed and reach down, letting your fingers card through his annoyingly perfect hair.
You see the moment he realises you’re awake when he lifts his head, revealing his shiny lips and chin. “Good morning, baby.” he smirks up at you.
You can’t help but giggle as he dives back in, sucking your already-sensitive clit into his mouth. You whine in response, tugging at his hair and rolling your hips upwards.
He wastes no time pushing two fingers inside of you, pumping them slowly as he effortlessly reaches all the right spots.
“Mingi…” you moan his name, somehow already close to the edge.
He doesn’t respond. He just quickens his movements. His tongue flicks over your clit faster and his fingers push further inside of you, curling at just the right angle. Your legs tremble as you warn him you’re about to come.
“M- ahh… Mingi, I’m close…” you whimper seconds before your release coats his fingers.
He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding your gaze.
He releases your thighs and moves quickly, hovering over you. He buries his face in your neck and inhales deeply. “Good girl.”
“You couldn’t wait until later?” you chuckle (although you aren’t complaining) and wrap your legs around his waist.
“And miss out on waking you up in the best way possible? Absolutely not.” he groans as he begins kissing and nipping at your neck. One of his hands grips your hip tightly and the other rests beside your head, careful not to put all of his weight on you.
He leaves a trail of kisses from just below your ear all the way down to your collarbone. You didn’t even notice he had shifted his weight to unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans just enough to free his hard length.
Saying Mingi is big is an understatement. He’s huge. Not just length, but girth, too. You’ll never get over how good the stretch feels when he pushes inside of you.
“Tell me you missed me, baby.” he whispers hoarsely against your neck as he lines himself up with your entrance. But he doesn’t wait for you to respond.
You open your mouth to speak but he’s already pushing inside of you. He groans against your neck and mutters something that sounds like a mix of your name and “fuck”.
You cry out embarrassingly loud and your nails dig into his shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt (which he didn’t bother to remove).
He groans again and removes his hand from your hip, bringing it up to wrap around your throat instead. He squeezes, but not enough to cut off your breathing, just enough to show he’s in control. But damn you already knew that.
He bottoms out and he’s already panting into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, baby… needed you so bad.”
Then he’s moving. Thrusting deep and agonisingly slow. One hundred percent on purpose.
“Mingi…” you breathe, although you’re not even sure why.
“Use your words, love. Tell me what you want.” he smirks before lifting his head to capture your lips in a slow but hungry kiss. His fingers tighten around your neck for a moment, urging you to speak.
“More…” you manage to say.
“More?” he chuckles low in his throat. “Greedy little thing.”
He listens, though. With practiced ease, he quickens his pace and shifts ever so slightly to angle himself deeper inside of you.
When your walls begin clenching around him, you know you’re not going to last much longer. He’s kissing you when you squeeze his cock and he lets out this delicious, deep groan straight into your mouth. You swallow it, your tongue pushing into his mouth before mingling with his.
He lowers his head again and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. His thrusts are messy and ragged now as he gets closer to the edge.
He removes his hand from your throat and reaches between your bodies to rub fast, tight circles on your clit.
“Ahh… I’m close.” you manage to whisper.
“Let go, baby. Come for me.” he encourages, thrusting faster.
Your pussy clamp around him as you come which leaves him following seconds later. He basically collapses on top of you as his hot ropes of come fill you up. He’s a panting, groaning, sweaty mess when he lifts his head from your neck for the final time.
Warnings: Dirty talk, slight spanking, oral (f!recieving), p in v, unprotected sex (stay safe guys..), slight size kink, needy bin at the end, slight choking
Authors note: thank you all for being patient hehe, here is the long awaited fic!!! I hope this lives up to y’all’s expectations!!! 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Great.. just what you needed right now.
You were driving down the freeway to go and see a couple of your friends. Music was blasting as you sang along, enjoying yourself until the engine began to sputter. “No no no no no..!!!”
Sighing, you pull off of the freeway and head to the nearest mechanic shop, hopping out of the car and leaning against the driver side door. You text your friends, extremely disappointed.
Y/N: I’m so sorry guys, I cannot make it tonight. My car decided to be an ass and break on me :( xx
Your friends all replied, disappointed but wishing you luck with getting your car fixed. One of them, Wonhee, asked if you’d like her to pick you up. As the message pings through, you notice a tall man coming over.
He wore a white vest top, a terrible colour if you were a mechanic. Grease and oil stains covered the vest as he stopped in front of you. He held a wrench in one hand, fingers covered with black oil and it made your stomach flip slightly. His dark brown hair was messy as he pushed it back with his free hand, fingers moving efficiently to keep small strands out of his face. He flashes you a smile and it makes your heart race.
“What can I help you with today, darling?” He wonders, popping the hood to see the problem.
Your lips part to say something, but all that leaves is a sharp exhale you didn’t know you were even holding. gulping, you refocus “My car started to make random sputtering sounds, figured it wasn’t normal so I came here..”
Y/N: It’s okay Wonhee, I think I’ll stay here with my car x
If they knew the situation you were in, best believe they’d also stay. You snap back to reality when his deep voice echoes through the garage.
“It sounds like a clogged filter, I’ll get it sorted for you in no time sweetheart. It will only take me an hour.” He states “My names Changbin, you?”
It almost felt as if time had frozen when he stared up at you. Changbins big, beautiful brown orbs staring into yours. “Y- Y/N..”
Changbin smiles as he repeats your name “Y/N, such a pretty name for a pretty lady.” His hands work deftly, cleaning out the clogged filters in your car. You notice his finger movements, his index and ring fingers gliding into one of the pipes. The motion looked frustratingly similar to more intimate actions. You suck in a breath, he notices and chuckles.
“You alright?” Changbin asks, voice laced with genuine concern. You simply nod your head, cheeks flushed as you look away.
Once he’s done, he’s covered with grease and oil. His biceps shone with the liquids. Changbin wiped his forehead with his arm and a splotch of oil rested against it. You chuckle and walk over to him, grabbing a cloth. “You’ve got a little something…”
You gently glide the cloth over his forehead, cleaning him up. You see his features more clearly now, god he looked divine… “there.”
His jaw tightened at your action, eyes now becoming heavy-lidded. Changbin chuckled, staring down at you. “You’re playing a dangerous game darling..”
“Sorry I…-“ You bite your lip softly, looking down and fidgeting with your fingers.
His free hand moves to cup your jaw, tilting your head so you’re looking at him. “Don’t apologise..” He murmurs, eyes raking over your body. He bit his lip softly and caged you against your car.
“Changbin..-“ You manage to call out, breath heavy. Your hands move to rest on his chest, broad and sturdy beneath your palms.
“Sorry pretty.. keep getting distracted.” He whispers, gaze flicking to your lips. Before you can say anything else, his mouth crashes against yours. It’s not gentle, all teeth and tongue. He was hungry..
His kisses move down your neck, sloppy as he nipped at the perfect spots. You let out a whimper and he grins against your skin. “You sound so gorgeous making noises for me darling..~”
Your hand grips at the back of his head, tangling with his hair as you pull him impossibly closer. Changbins hands that were resting on your hips moved up your sides and to your breasts. He squeezed lightly an it made you shiver. “You like that, hm?”
His words made you moan and arch your back into him. He spins you around so you’re pressed up against your car. Changbin growls against your neck as he leaves love bites, hands moving to shove down your pants. He pulls off your underwear too, leaving you bare and exposed to him.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re dripping..” *He kneels down behind you and grabs at your ass. “All this for me~?” He teases as he lightly spanks you.
“Y- yes…” You whine, desperate for touch and that’s exactly what you get..
Changbins fingers move to gently swipe up your folds, brushing lightly over your clit. This sends a spark through you and you whimper, needy for pleasure. “Just hold on darling, don’t wanna forget this perfect pussy..” He murmurs before diving in and licking a stripe up your folds.
You moan loudly, hands gripping at the top of your car. You’re breath made the window foggy as you stared at your reflection, completely wrecked as he ate you out. Changbin was like a man starved, slurping and devouring you at the perfect pace.
“S- shit I’m gonna-!!” You cry out, tilting your head back breathlessly.
“Cum for me sweetie.. cum all over my face~” He groans, his words making your orgasm flow out of you. Your legs spasm as he holds your hips to support you.
“So good f’me darling..” He chuckles as he drinks every last drop of your orgasm. Standing up, changbin presses against you, hard and twitching. He felt huge..
“You gonna be a good girl and take if for me? Hm?” Changbin whispers in your ear, kissing it softly. You whine in response and he spanks you harshly. “That’s not an answer baby..” He demands.
“Y- yes..! I’ll be good~!” You beg, arching back into him. Changbin groans and chuckles. “Good girl…~”
He pulls down his pants, his erection springing free. Stroking it a few times, he finally presses it against your entrance. “This might hurt a little, okay?”
You nod and as he pushes inside you whine. He leaves gentle kisses along your shoulder and soothes your back with his fingers. “You’re doing so well, just breathe…”
He wasn’t even fully in and you could feel him pressing against your cervix, changbin was huge..
Once he was fully inside of you, he growled against your neck. “Fuck baby.. I’m practically poking out of you..”
Changbin presses his fingers against your stomach, his cock bulging out. He pulls out slightly before slamming back into you. You let out a choked moan, biting your lip.
As he sets a brutal pace, your head tilts back. Changbin takes the advantage and wraps one of his massive biceps around your neck. He pulls you closer to rest on his chest. His thrusts get faster and faster..
“You like that, huh? Wanna be my good girl and let me fuck you whenever?” He grins against your ear as he whispers to you. “What would my boss think about this..? Me fucking this perfect slut right against her car?”
Changbin bites on your earlobe and his thumb snakes around your waist to circle your clit lightly. A tear rolls down your cheek. “B- bin I’m gonna cum~!! Please!!”
His thrusts grow sloppy and he bends you over the bonnet, allowing himself to fall on top of you gently. His chest is pressed against your back as he grinds into you, slow and deep.
“Darling.. please let me cum inside. Please..~”
Changbin all of a sudden became whiny. How could you possibly deny him the satisfaction of cumming inside when he sounds so beautiful. You nod your head and both of you orgasm at the same time. His hot strands paint your walls white as your juices spread against his cock. His forehead rests against your back as he groans, pulling out of you after a few moments.
Changbin kisses your spine and grins, pulling up his pants. “Told you it’d only take an hour..~” He helps you get changed as you are still sensitive and as you’re paying the bill, he slips you his phone number. He looks up at you with a soft smile, very different to his previous actions..
“I really hope to see you again, Y/N.”
And that’s when you knew, you’d be coming to the garage a lot more to get your “car fixed”…
Authors note: sorry I’ve been gone, assignments and work are killing me!!! Enjoy some soft but smutty Minho 😘😘
Warnings: Slight angst (reader is insecure), oral (fem receiving, dom/sub switch (I think anyways..), praise, overstimulation, perv Leeknow, grinding
You had always been a little insecure. Sometimes staring into the mirror picking apart your features; Nose, lips, chest, stomach, thighs.. especially your thighs. You always hated how big they were when you put on jeans, skirts, etc.
You’re sat on your boyfriend’s bed, cuddled up with his cats; soonie, doongie and Dori. Soonie was lay across your chest and purred when you scratched behind his ears. You were just scrolling on your phone, watching videos on how to make your thighs thinner. Leeknow, your boyfriend walks into the room and snatches your phone with a grin.
“Wait Minho don’t-“ You say, panic in your voice.
His eyes move to the phone, gaze shifting from playfulness to concern. Minho looks at you with sadness written all over his features. His lips part as he sighs softly, shaking his head and throwing your phone across the bed. He orders the cats to move away from you, scurrying off to a different room in the house.
“Y/n..” He starts, sitting on the edge of the bed and his hand rests on your knee. “Why were you reading this?”
Your expression changes, eyebrows furrowing with sadness. “I..- I don’t know. I just hate-“
Leeknow cuts you off with a squeeze to your knee. “Don’t.” His voice was stern. He peels the blanket from your legs and stares down at your thighs. Your hands move to cover them and he grips your wrists, not tight enough to hurt but enough to move them away. “Don’t hide from me..”
Your breath hitches as you look away, his hand on your knee moving upwards to your thigh. Leeknow shifts on the bed so his hands are wrapped around your thighs, gripping them possessively.
“Do you want to know one of my favourite things about you?” He asks, making you nod softly. “How irresistible your fucking thighs are baby..” He groans, head moving to rest against your right one.
His hands move to part them as he positions himself in between, causing you to let out a breathy sigh. Leeknow looks up at you as he kisses your left one softly, sucking and biting at the supple skin. He groans against the skin, leaving purple splotches all along your inner thigh as he moves to the other one, giving it the same attention.
“M- Minho..~”
He grins against you, hand moving to grip the bruised skin. Minho’s fingers move slowly to your white laced panties, chuckling darkly. “Already so wet for me..”
He circles your clit through the soaked fabric, causing you to moan and tilt your head back. His movements stop and he stares up at you, feline-like eyes fixed on the contortions your face is making.
“Say it.” He states, chin resting on your thigh. “Say you love these thighs..”
You whimper, body squirming for more of his touch. “I- I.. I love my thighs~”
Minho chuckles. “Good girl..” He praises before shoving his nose right up against your panties. He sniffs your arousal, whimpering slightly as his thumb on your clit begins to rub small circles. “Fuck kitten, you smell so divine..~”
He wastes no time taking off your panties, delving back into your pussy. His tongue licks up your slit before he eats you out like a man starved. His hands move to grip your thighs, kneading the dough that’s spilling from them.
Minho eats you for what felt like hours, whimpers coming out of his mouth as he whispers praise against your pussy.
“Come on baby, you can take my tongue..~”
“That’s it, such a good kitten”
“These thighs were made to crush my face~”
Leeknow finally stops once you push him away, body overstimulated and sensitive. You lay beneath him, hair sweaty and sticking to your face as you breathed heavily. He chuckles, your juices coated on his face as he comes up to kiss you gently. Minho’s hand moves to push hair from your face, continuing to kiss you like he was afraid you’d vanish.
“Don’t ever.. say you hate anything about yourself ever again.” He pants against your lips, grinding against your thigh, covered in a mix of your juices and his spit, to relieve himself. He’d already came in his boxers from your little moans and whimpers. However it was your thighs pressing against his head that made him fully lose it.
“Minho, why don’t you let me help you..?” You say, knowing this may go on for a long time…
Authors note: I’ve been so obsessed with Bridgerton as of late. Just finished the new season and benophie are to die for!!! Here’s a little something inspired by them with chan! This will be a story posted in parts!!
Warnings: none
The streets of Mayfair had always been loud. Horses on wagons, paperboys trying to earn a bit of money, women of the ton gossiping about the latest mistress scandal. It was all rather bizarre..
In the London Townhouse, owned by the Thornfield's, breakfast was being served. Maids, cooks, butlers, footmen and the head housekeeper were extremely busy with certain requests from the family. As they were a family of 8 boys, it was always a handful. Years ago, their parents got into a terrible accident, resulting in their tragic deaths. This made their eldest son, Christopher Bahng Thornfield, the new viscount.
Christopher, also known as Chan by his brothers, was always professional and polite. He wore mostly black suit pants with colourful waistcoats and a grey blazer, the collars of his shirts always slightly ruffled and open. He wore smart shoes, always had a pocket watch on him and had the most gorgeous black hair ever. It framed his face beautifully, long strands resting at the back of his neck. He wore silver jewellery which complemented his perfectly golden-brown eyes.
You, on the other hand, were a maid. Wearing a dark brown dress with long sleeves. You had an apron which sat on the front of your skirt well, the same fabric used at the top of your dress to cover up your neckline. Your bun was neatly slicked back, making sure you perfected it every single morning.
As you were neatly folding over some washed clothes, the housekeeper called for your attention. You walk over and smile softly, a shirt loosely slung over your shoulder that needs to be folded.
"Winifred, is everything to standard this morning?" You ask softly.
"Yes Y/N, everything is perfect. However we have changed your role.." She stated, gulping softly. "Sir Christopher needs a new member of our staff to be his own personal valet.."
"Why we must have lots..-" You start, but she cuts you off.
"This is the problem.. we are so short-staffed, we do not have enough valets to dress not only him but his brothers too.." Her eyes meet yours, practically pleading, "Y/N, we know you've dealt with intense situations in this household, please will you do us this one favour until we can hire an extra valet?"
Your breath hitches. You, of course, could not bathe him, nor dress him, but clean his bedchamber, bring/offer food and drink. However, most importantly, tidy his appearance. Before you can even consider it, Winifred finishes the conversation.
"We have moved your things into the west wing, where his quarters are. You will sleep in a smaller bedroom close by in case he needs assistance. Thank you."
You're left completely gobsmacked, heartbeat racing. He was always known for his temper in this house, constantly finding ways to mistreat the staff.
After breakfast, you decided it would be right to introduce yourself and help him in his study if necessary. Walking through the softly decorated halls of his wing, your heart thumped against your chest. As you reached the doors to his study, you take a deep breath and knock on. As you enter, you see him focused on many sheets of important documents. He had scattered them around.
Stepping in front of his desk, you notice the way his eyebrows furrow in concentration. The way he nips at his bottom lip in full focus, fingers moving in rhythm, which made his veins poke out slightly. You snap out of your thoughts and clear your throat, bowing respectfully
"My lord," You start, not earning a look from him yet. "Due to being so incredibly short-staffed, I am to be at your service, not a valet." You gulped as his eyes shot up to look at you, taking in your appearance. His eyes practically burned your skin as he raked over every detail, almost inspecting you..
"I see.." He muttered lowly, accent thick and heavy. "It's rare to find valets on the market this time of year." Christopher says, placing his paperwork down. He rested his chin just above clasped hands, using them like a barrier between the two.
"And what is your name?" He asks, voice gentle now.
"I- My name?" You're caught off guard by the sudden smoothness of his voice, caught in his charm. "Y/N sir.."
Christopher chuckles, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He inhales deeply, leaning back in his chair and manspreading.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Y/N.."
Authors note: finally part 2!! Thank you all for waiting patiently 😭💗💗
Warnings: oral (female receiving), dom/sub, dirty talk, slight choking kink, fingering, p in v, protective sex
Felix strummed the guitar one last time, cheers echoing through the arena. His final words to his fans showing his gratitude and appreciation, showing his soft side..
the side of him you weren't about to get...
The door to his private room swung open, his eyes landing on you as you were lounging on the sofa. Felix placed his guitar down, leaning it against the wall before making his way over to you, legs striding like a man possessed. His hands grasped your face into them, cupping gently before kissing you harshly. All teeth and tongue, pulling you impossibly closer than you already were.
"Clothes. Off. Now.." He growled, lips moving to press bites all over your jawline, hand reaching to gently grasp your throat. Felix squeezes, not enough to choke you fully, but enough to make your breath catch.
"L- lix..~" You whimper as he moves away from you. He takes off his jacket, exposing his huge biceps under the dim light. His tone is sharp, more demanding “what did I say? Don’t make me tell you again, angel..”
He moves to lock the door, then comes back over. As you begin to strip, taking off your t-shirt and then your shorts, his gaze never leaves your body. Once you’re only in your bra and panties, he chuckles as he sees the damp patch against the fabric.
“Hmm, all this from before huh?” *Felix groans, kneeling down and moving in between your legs on the couch. His hands pry your thighs open, leaving kisses from your knee to your inner thigh. His fingers hook under your panties, pulling them down in one swift motion as his tongue licks up your slit. You shiver, back arching.
“God you taste delicious, y/n..” He cooes “I could taste you all day if I really wanted to, right angel?” His hands kneed your thighs, grabbing at the sensitive flesh as he latches on to your clit, one finger moving to pump in and out of you.
After what feels like an eternity, your walls begin to spasm, back arching and whole body squirming. Lix’s hands move to keep you pinned onto the couch. “Good girl… cum for me angel, cum right on my tongue~”
As he speaks, you do just that. Your walls flutter as you convulse in pleasure, moaning at his touch against your sensitive skin. “F- fuck Lix..~!!” Felix rides out your orgasm, letting you feel every single sensation of pleasure.
“My beautiful angel..” He whispers, standing up and taking off his own clothes. His shirt disappears first, his abs glistening from the sweat off the fabric. Your hands roam his body, fingers gently trailing over his abs before tugging him closer by his belt. Your legs lock over his own, keeping him in place as you stare at him with need.
“Oh darling..” He says with a smirk, hand moving to tug at your chin as he makes you look up at him “is someone so eager for my dick?”
You whine pathetically at his words, pouting as he teases. With that, his hands move to fumble with his belt. Felix pushes you down against the couch and tugs down his pants, along with his boxers.
“N- need you Lix.. please” He shushes your cries, grabbing a condom and rolling it over himself. He likes himself up with your entrance and pushes in fully. As Felix groans, you let out a whiny mewl. Your fingers scratch against his back, clawing at the skin as he grinds against you.
“Fuck angel… taking me so well~” He whispers against your ear, thrusting into you at a fast pace. After a few moments, his movements become sloppier. You begin to feel a tight knot in your lower stomach once more, whimpering as you reach your high.
As you squirm against him, he begins to rut against you, groaning before spilling inside the condom. His breath is heavy as he collapses onto you, kissing your shoulder gently. He was softer and calmer than his previous actions had been.
“I love you so much angel..” He mutters, tilting your face towards his as he pulls you into a passionate kiss. You both cuddle up on the couch and put on a movie, waiting for the moment you two want to get back on his tour bus..
synopsis: a crowded club, a spilled drink, an ex you weren’t ready to face, and feelings you thought were gone.
warnings: mention of alcohol , angst? , lmk if i missed anything :)
wc: 500
a/n: thankyou for all the support on my previous posts!! this one is quite different and i’m not sure if i should make it into a series (lmk) but i hope you enjoy the teaser!!
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you stood infront of the mirror longer than you needed too. you adjust your outfit. you wipe off your lipstick and reapply it. you change your top. change it back.
you tell yourself you’re going to have fun, although you’re not sure who you’re trying to convince.
you check your phone one last time. just in case.
you tell yourself it’s for the time. it isn’t.
you swipe through notifications you’ve already seen, open an app you closed five minutes ago.
no new messages. not that you were expecting one.
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you hesitate before pushing the door open, your hand lingering on the handle a little too long to wonder if you should turn around. you don’t.
you eventually push it open, letting the bass and flashing lights swallow you while before you can change your mind.
the air was thick - heavy with perfume, sweat, cheap cologne, and the sharp sting of spilled alcohol. bass pounded through the floor so hard it felt like second heartbeat, vibrating up your legs into your ribs. the music wasn’t just loud, it swallowed everything.
bodies moved too close. too close. strangers brushing shoulders, hands grazing waists by accident (or not), drinks sloshing over plastic cups onto sticky floors that tug at your heels. heat clung to your skin, lights strobe in violent flashes - blue, pink, green, white - turning faces into blurs and expressions into something unreal.
there’s no real space to breathe. every inhale tastes like smoke machines and sugar-sweet cocktails. the bar was three people deep. laugher was sharp and unsteady. somewhere, someone is arguing. somewhere else, someone is kissing like the world is ending.
it’s chaotic to say the least. overstimulating. electric.
like anything could happen - or explode - at any second.
you’re already regretting coming.
it’s suffocating. you squeezed towards the bar, one hand wrapped around your half-full glass, the other shielding yourself from elbows and strangers. that’s when someone bumps into you hard from behind.
your balance trips.
cold liquid splashes forward.
straight onto someone’s chest.
“oh my god, i’m so-“ your apology dies. it does because you know that shirt.
the way it fits across his shoulders. you knew the smell before you even look up - whiskey and something painfully similar.
his eyes shoot down to the spreading stain on his shirt, then at you. then there it is. that look. the one that used to make your stomach drop - half irritated, half amused, entirely dangerous.
“seriously?” he mumbles.
he’s closer than he needs to be. his voice is slightly rough. maybe from drinking. maybe from seeing you.
your heart is suddenly beating louder than the music ringing in your ears.
Authors note: thank you all for the support over my past stories, plsplspls gimme some recommendations!!! I know this is short but I wanted to do this so badly 😩😩
Your sat backstage at your boyfriends first ever sold out show. 25,000 fans waiting in anticipation as in half an hour, Lee Felix would appear on stage..
He was in his outfit ready. Black jeans and a white t-shirt, loose chains dangling against his chest. His leather jacket hung perfectly against his form, something you noticed quickly.
His eyes met yours and a small smile which turned into a smirk formed on his lips. Felix walked dangerously close to you, staring down at your exposed legs in that black skirt. Sitting down beside you, he picked you up by your waist, making you sit in between his legs. Your back was pressed against his chest, the cold metal from his necklaces gliding across your shoulder. This made you shiver.
“Hey angel..” He whispered against your neck, grabbing his guitar and letting it sit in your lap. “Wanna help me practice?” You could hear the grin in his voice, lips tantalisingly close to your neck. Sucking in a breath, you reply to him with an eager nod.
“Yeah, of course..” You say, hands resting on the guitar in front of you. His hands follow yours, gently strumming the strings. After a few minutes, you notice the way his fingers move along the guitar. Felix’s veins flexed as he performed a melody, covered in rings too. You bit your lip softly, mind wandering to dangerous thoughts.
“Pretty girl?” He mumbles, chin resting on your shoulder. You snap out of your thoughts, eyes still focused on his fingers, “hm?”
“You’re staring…”
As you look up that’s when you see it. The full length mirror right in front of you. His eyes locked onto you through it. The room suddenly felt smaller, warmer. You shift in your seat against him, sucking in a breath. “I-“
He cuts you off with a menacing laugh, hands moving the guitar away from the two of you and coming back to rest on your thighs. The cold metal of his rings makes you squirm, thighs pressing together on instinct. “Is my angel, preoccupied?”
Felix continues his assault on your thighs, lifting up your skirt as one of his hands moves to tease at your panties. His fingers move along your slit over your soaked fabric, making you whimper. His lips meet your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and love bites.
“Tell me what you need y/n…” He whispers, nipping on your earlobe. You gasp and move more into his hand. His fingers find your clothed clit, circling it in agonising motions. This causes you to moan, head tilting back to rest on his shoulder. “F- Felix please..~ I need you..”
“Need my what, angel?”
“your- fuck, fingers..~”
“Such dirty words for something so precious..” He teases, hand moving underneath your panties to let you feel him fully. His hand continues its assault, his ring finger slips inside in one swift motion. You moan loudly, his free hand moving to clasp around your mouth.
“Shh baby.. let me help you~” Felix cooes, staring at you from the mirror, groaning at the sight. “Look at yourself, so eager for me..”
You moan, grinding against his palm as he slips in a second finger, pumping at a quick pace. The radio in the corner of the room buzzes:
“Felix you need to be on in 5 minutes!” His manager huffs.
Felix ignores his demand, kissing your neck once more. “Hear that? You’re making me late to my sold out show… such a naughty girl~” He says, licking from your shoulder to your jaw.
“Gonna fuck you so bad after this concert..” He states, and you know full well he means it. He sets a relentless pace, your wet sounds and whimpers filling the room. “F- Felix.. I’m so-“
“Shhh angel, look at yourself as you cum for me..” He whispers nothing but praise as you reach your climax, legs twitching against his own.
“My sweet angel, taking my fingers so well..~”
“Stretching you out for the real thing later.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so raw, darling..”
He kisses your shoulder, tilting your face to him so he can kiss you. His kiss is soft, gentle, far different than what his fingers were just doing to you. His movements slow, coaxing out your high.
He stands up, moving so he’s right in front of you. His hand reaches to grab your neck, choking lightly as he tilts your face up. He kisses you once more before grabbing his guitar.
“Pull your panties up angel, wouldn’t want anyone to see how wet you are for me..~”
He winks at you before leaving the room, heading backstage to his manager and band members.
“Where were you!?” His manager asks, red with anger.
synopsis: you’re too sleepy to take your makeup off so your boyfriend does it for you <3
cw: FLUFF, the cutest boy everrrrr taking care of you, mentions of skincare steps, pet names, kisses.
a/n: as i said in a previous post Binnie is wrecking me so hard i kid you NOT, i literally spent 3 hours yesterday watching interviews with him and all of his solo music. I’m so down bad and he’s also a member I haven’t wrote about so I thought why not? as I literally type this out with a Piggy Face mask on… (i’m so normal about everything in my life right?) so enjoy our cute guy head over heels for you! >~<💖🐷🐽🐰
wc: 1.1k
The door clicks quietly as he toes his shoes off by the entrance, a soft call of your name falling from his lips when he catches sight of you sleeping soundly on the couch. The corner of his mouth quirks upward as he sets his keys on the table and pads over to you.
You’d both had separate schedules tonight. You, an end of the year work party. Him, another end of the year awards show. He’d showered quickly at the venue after performing, coming home with a small hope that you’d still be awake.
Seeing the gentle rise and fall of your chest stirs something warm in him. He smiles, brushing loose curls from your face, a quiet breath leaving him when he realizes you’re still all dolled up from the party.
“Princess…” he sighs fondly. “You can’t sleep with your makeup on, baby. It’s bad for your skin.” He murmurs mostly to himself as he carefully shifts you so he can see your face better. “And you always regret not taking it off because you break out.”
With a soft sigh, he looks around the quiet room before grabbing a blanket and draping it over you. Then he heads for the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he returns with every bottle and container of skincare you own, a wet towel, a dry one, and your favorite makeup remover. He sets everything down on the coffee table and scratches the back of his head, trying to remember the steps of your nighttime routine.
At least he remembers this much. “Aesh…” he exhales. He’s watched you do this a billion times. He should know which ones are for night and which ones are for morning. Still, he knows which one comes first. The big round jar with the tiny scoop. You use that one to remove your makeup. A flicker of pride warms his chest when he can read all the labels since they’re Korean.
He hums, tilting his head with a quiet let’s do this look. Still fast asleep, you don’t stir as he kneels beside you and gently lays the scoop onto your skin. He sets it back into the container before carefully spreading the formula over your face, slow and deliberate.
Your breath hitches at the touch, stirring slightly as you subconsciously turn toward him. His voice softens instantly. “Shhh, babygirl. Let me take care of you. It’s okay.”
You hum quietly, content and still completely out of it as he finishes removing your makeup. He grabs the wet towel and gently wipes your face clean, then pauses. Green bottle or white bottle first?
He huffs under his breath before choosing the green bottle with the pump. This is the one you used on him that time you insisted on washing his face.
He lathers the cleanser carefully, watching the suds bloom across your freckled skin. A grin spreads across his face when it looks exactly like it did on him, meaning he’s definitely doing it right. His fingers move in slow, rhythmic circles until he’s satisfied, then he uses the unused side of the damp towel to rinse it away. With the dry towel, he softly taps at your cheeks, biting back a smile at how peaceful you look.
A curious hum escapes him as he studies the rest of your bottles. He squints at the instructions, brows knitting together when some say to apply morning and night. Mumbling quietly to himself, he finds a bottle with a dropper and carefully dots some onto your skin before smoothing it in. Next comes the moisturizer, a step he’s very confident about, rubbing it gently over your face as his eyes soften. He finishes by dipping his finger into one of your lip mask oils, brushing it across your lips with care.
“Aye… you’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispers, smiling to himself.
He quietly returns everything back to the bathroom, then slides his strong arms beneath you and carries you to the bedroom. After laying you down, he grabs one of his hoodies and a pair of boxers, gently re-dressing you. When you stir, he slows instantly, but when your breathing evens out again, he just shakes his head with adoration.
Curling in beside you, he pulls you close, already half asleep with the quiet satisfaction of taking care of you.
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You wake slowly, tangled in warmth. Heavy arms looped securely around your waist, your face pressed into familiar cotton and him. It takes a second to place where you are, but the steady rise of his chest and the quiet little snore near your ear gives him away instantly.
Your skin feels… different. Clean. Light. You blink, lifting a hand to press your fingertips against your cheek. No stickiness. No leftover glitter. No mascara threatening your under-eyes.
Comfortably dressed too. His hoodie hangs loose on your frame, sleeves swallowing your hands, boxers sitting soft against your hips.
You smile sleepily to yourself and tilt your head up just enough to press a kiss into the curve of his jaw. Then another on his cheek. Then one dangerously close to the corner of his lips.
“Binnie…” you mumble, voice thick with sleep. “Did you take my makeup off last night?”
His grip tightens instantly, like muscle memory. A low hum rumbles from his chest before his eyes crack open, still heavy with sleep. He looks down at you, a little smug, a little fond.
“Mm. You were knocked out,” he murmurs. “Couldn’t let you wake up with crusty skin, could I?”
You laugh quietly, burying your face back into him as you pepper another soft kiss along his cheek, you move to lay ontop of him comfortably.
“Did you do my skincare too?”
He exhales a pleased little huff, thumb brushing lazy circles into your hips. “Maybe.” Then quieter, softer. “Wanted you to wake up feeling good.”
Your heart melts a little right there. You press one more sleepy kiss to his lips, lingering this time, before settling back into his arms like you were always meant to be there.
“Aww bub…thank you,” you whisper.
His smile presses against your hair as he mumbles, “of course baby. I always want you to feel good.”
You smile against his chest before you both fall back to sleep together.
hiii hope you all had a happy holidays! i’m genuinely in love with binnie right now so this lil drabble came quickly to my mind in the middle of writers block :)
I think writing some drabbles help me get my creative writing flow back into high gear so if you angels have any suggestions… please don’t hesitate to ask!
Authors note: Changbin is my ult bias so I’m super happy to be making one of him!!! I hope you enjoy!!
Warnings: Smut, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, p in v, oral f receiving, changbin is a freak.
You were the 9th member of stray kids, a female vocalist who was apart of the racha ‘vocalracha’ with Seungmin and I.N. You were older than Han, but younger than Hyunjin. Many fans loved you and you also loved them, however sometimes they could cross boundaries.
You and changbin had never gotten along. Always bickering over lyrics, snapping when one of the two got a dance move wrong, even arguing over where to go grab food after long practices.
He was exhausting, annoying, rude.
You were ignorant, cocky, confident.
However when you were around him, you couldn’t help but push away the fluttering feeling in your chest. He always riled you up, constantly pushing you to your limits, making you snap. It was almost as if he enjoyed it.
Fans always shipped the two of you. Stolen glances, lingering touches, but you never saw it for what it could’ve been..
One night, you and your members had to stay in a hotel that JYP had booked. He had only booked 5 rooms, not enough for all of you. It could’ve worked, the boys could pair up and share, and you could have a room to yourself. However Bangchan, being the oldest, was adamant that he was to get a separate room from the rest of you. Who could blame him? You and the members were so chaotic, he needed a break from parenting. The pairs began splitting off:
Leeknow immediately rushing to Han and getting their hotel room.
Felix and Hyunjin both agreed to share, disappearing also.
And seungmin with I.N, the two youngest, chuckling as they dispersed.
Bangchan had already left before everyone else, leaving just you and changbin..
“Great..” He muttered under his breath in an annoyed tone as he rolled his eyes. Getting your room number, you both head on upstairs and check into your room.
1.. oh. one bed.
Putting your suitcase in the corner of the room, you open it up and pull out your pyjamas. You didn’t even care if you had to share a bed, you were just so tired. Opening the wardrobe, you see a mattress curled up, perfect.
“I’ll take this mattress on the floor.” You say bluntly, looking over at him. He had taken off his jacket, biceps on full show since he was wearing a black tank top. You felt your breath hitch, noticing how his muscles rippled and flexed when he moved them. He feels eyes on him, turning around and noticing your gaze.
“Hm.. like what you see? Sweetheart?” He smirks, flexing just a little more. Your heart beats quickly as you snap your head back around to focus on your pyjamas. You feel heat rising in your cheeks and you head to the bathroom. “No. Go to bed.”
You throw on a light pink vest, that had lace around the chest area and a cute little bow. You threw on some lacy white shorts to match, sitting comfortably on your thighs. Little flowers were stitched into the fabric perfectly on both clothing items, a small teddy bear resting in the middle of the chest fabric. You kept your white socks on and head back out into the room, noticing changbins sleepwear.
He was wearing that black vest top with some dark red, plaid bottoms. He was laying on the bed, scrolling on his phone before he looked up at you. As he took in what you were wearing, he sucked in a breath silently, heart racing. He wore his simple, black glasses and his cherry red hair was messy. He looked so handsome..
“I- I’ll pull out the mattress..” You say quietly, yawning as you spoke. He just mutters a simple ‘mm’ and you roll your eyes. Once you get comfortable on the thin mattress, you gently fall asleep as the soft blanket envelops you.
Hours pass and a cold breeze shifts into the room. You begin to shiver in your sleep, whimpering as the blanket does nothing to keep you warm. You stir in your sleep once more, feeling two large arms wrap around your body. They pull you up and you instinctively wrap your arms around the persons neck, letting out a shaky breath and moving your face to rest on their chest. You feel yourself being lay down on something far comfier than what you had originally been on.
Feeling a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist, head resting on your shoulder, you open your eyes slowly. You groan and tilt your head, eyes focusing to see a soft looking changbin, smiling down at you.
“Hello pretty girl..” He whispers, tucking a small strand of hair around your ear. You gasp softly, looking up at him in shock, your hand instinctively rests on his cheek to pull him closer.
“B- bin.. what are you-“ He cuts you off with a gentle kiss, nothing too serious yet, wanting to make sure you were comfortable and wanted this more than him. When you begin to return the kiss, his become more deeper, hungry with lust and desire. He grabs your hips and moves so that you’re suddenly straddling him. You can feel just how hard he is under his pants, hands trailing around your whole body. Your waist, hips, ass, breasts. He needed you.
“Y/N..” He breathes heavily, fingertips trailing up your stomach to your breasts. His thumbs flick over the sensitive buds as his lips attach to your neck. Changbin leaves open-mouthed kisses from your jaw to your exposed chest. His hands move to the hem of your vest and pull it up over your head, groaning at the sight.
“No bra? You dirty girl..~” He whispers before latching his lips onto one of the peaks, his hand moving to your other nipple to knead it in his palm. Turning you over onto your back, you feel his hands trail down your stomach and kisses follow soon after.
His fingers delve down to your shorts, slipping down them and cupping your sensitive folds. Two fingers slide through them, gathering your wetness and beginning to circle against your clit. “Fuck y/n, you’re so wet baby..~” He chuckles as he kisses your hip bone whilst pulling down your shorts. “Such a good girl.. all this for me, hm~?”
You whimper, back arching as your eyes flutter closed. Once he finally removes your shorts, his kisses begin at your knee and end against your inner thigh.
“Tell me what you want, baby..”
He whispers against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You moan loudly, hand gripping his hair. “I- I want you bin..~ p- please~” you choke out.
“Shh love..~ I’ll give you just that.” He cooes, kissing your clit before latching onto it. He swirls his tongue around, licking up and down your slit. Changbins hands move up to gently caress your soft breasts, causing you to whine as your hips buck into his face. “F- fuck you taste so good y/n.. could stay down here all day.”
As he groans sweet nothings against your core, his hips buck against the sheets. He was grinding softly as he devoured your sweet pussy, face glistening with your own arousal. “B- bin~ I.. I’m gonna cum!” You moan out, breathing getting heavier.
“Let go love.. come on, be a good girl f’me…~” he coaxes you through your orgasm. He tongue moves in slow, teasing licks as you come down from your high. He moves back over you and kisses you needily, tasting yourself as his tongue delves into your mouth. He moves one hand to tug down his pants, along with his boxers. His hard length sprang free, leaking with precum as he lines up with your entrance.
“Wait.. don’t like the position.” He mutters, flipping you over onto your stomach. One arm snakes around your throat, bicep flexing to block your airways partially. Not enough to fully choke you, just enough to make you feel slightly dizzy. His tip lines with your entrance once more, finally pushing into you with a loud groan against your ear.
“Such a good girl for me.. f- fuck you’re so tight baby~” he breathed, rolling his hips against your ass as he pounded into you at a agonising pace. You whined into your pillow, pornographic sounds leaving your mouth. His free hand moves to fondle with your breasts, his other arm busy with being wrapped around your neck. His thrusts got more brutal, slow and deep into you. You could feel changbin in your stomach, his hand moving from your breasts to it to feel his tip poking an bulging out.
“Feel how big I am baby? Jesus, I’m nearly in your damn throat..” He chokes out a moan, getting close. He feels your walls begin to convulse and his fingers move to circle against your clit at a fast pace. Before you can even utter any words, your screaming as you cum around him, your hole beginning to flutter and squeeze him.
“Yes baby, shit- milk my cock..~” He whimpers against your shoulder, kissing it as he brutally pounds into you. Both of your moans tangle with one another as he thrusts into you one last time, cumming inside and filling you up deeply.
“Take my cum baby.. let me fill you up~”
“That’s it..- such a good girl, letting me use you as a little cum slut~”
He stays inside of you, removing his arm from around your neck and turning you around. “Let me stay inside of you.. please~” He whimpers and you immediately swoon.
“Of course bin, do what you must..~” you breathe heavily, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His hands gently held your waist, rubbing the skin as he still twitched inside of you. This made your body shudder and he chuckled. “Ready for round 2, y/n..?”
As changbin asks the question, he manhandles you and places you on all fours. His hand wraps in your hair and pulls on it, tilting your head back and making you arch. “Fuck look at you, my dirty girl..~”
And with that, you stayed up all night, playing with eachother beneath the sheets…
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