──── in which ︵ chan’s obsessed with one thing; hearing you moan his name. what starts slow and sweet quickly turns into rough, relentless pleasure as he pushes you through orgasm after orgasm just to hear those pretty sounds spill from your lips.
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your boyfriend, chan, loved hearing your sweet noises of pleasure. he would do anything to hear you moan his name in that breathy tone, all drunk on his cock no matter where you were. he didn’t mind how loud you got, it only brought him more pleasure. well, you weren’t usually that loud in bed, you knew you’d get a noise complaint if you let your voice out completely, but you can’t really keep quiet when all he does is try to make you moan even louder.
"o—h, chan,” you sighed shakily, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he slowly pushed inside. chan groaned lowly when he bottomed out, feeling your velvety walls pulse around his cock.
he leaned down and nuzzled in your neck, his hands caressing your sides as he started to move. "y’feel so good baby, so fuckin’ beautiful," he murmured against your neck, kissing and nipping on the skin there.
chan being chan, with his hyper fixation with your moans, groaned in pleasure when he heard you moan so delicately, but he didn't want you to moan softly—he wanted you to scream his name.
he wanted the whole neighborhood to know who was fucking you so good, who was making you feel so good. your eyes rolled back briefly when he started to pound into you, the tip of his cock mercilessly slamming into your cervix.
your eyes closed shut, eyebrows knitted together and back arching as profanities left your parted lips along with louder moans. chan relished in them. a shudder went down his spine when he heard you moan his name loudly when he hit a particularly spongy spot. he knew what he was hitting, he knew your body inside and out, after all.
"oh, did I find your sweet spot ma?" he cooed, tauntingly, before slamming hard into that spot again – purposely this time, making your back arch more, hands scrambling up to grip onto his forearms that held your hips in place on the bed. your whole body shuddered and trembled as he kept slamming precisely into your g-spot with a relentless pace, your moans nothing short of pornographic.
chan let out shaky low moans as he heard your sounds grow louder, his fingers working deftly on your puffy slippery clit, bringing you closer and closer to something earth-shattering.
your eyes teared up in pleasure, already so fucked to say anything except "harder" and "faster".
what could he do other than give you what you wanted? after all, he wanted it as much as your needy self.
the bedframe slammed against the wall in rhythm with his pounding, the bed creaking with each movement. your body rose up the bed with each thrust, making chan groan in annoyance. he wanted your body to stay still so he could fuck you harder just like you wanted, but with the way your body was bouncing it was near impossible, and so, he quickly thought of a solution.
you whined when he suddenly stopped and pulled out, "all fours, ass up, face down." he ordered, his voice breathless with unfulfilled desire and exertion. chan watched as you scrambled into position, presenting your backside to him, your face flush against the pillow.
he let out a low whistle, "fucking love this view," he gave your ass a sharp slap before grabbing the flesh there with one hand and your hip with the other. you moaned into the pillow when he filled you up again.
his thrusts were punishing, exactly what you wanted as he surged forward with renewed vigor. chan couldn’t help but notice the way the pillow silenced your screams of pleasure.
oh, he was having none of that.
his hand left your ass and tangled in your hair, wrapping your locks around his hand before tugging your head up. your moans immediately filled the room, making his whole body shudder. your moans were music to his ears.
"fu—ck, chan, cumming, o—h," you mewled, "m’gonna—gonna cu—m." he grunted in satisfaction when he heard your desperate – barely coherent – words.
"oh yeah? fuckin’ come on this big dick," one hand came down and around to draw quick circles on your swollen clit in time with his thrusts.
"c’mon ma, wanna feel you fucking suffocate my cock." his voice was a near growl as he worked you closer and closer.
your body shook and trembled when you reached your peak, pure unadulterated pleasure etched on your features as you moaned his name. he didn’t stop, he couldn’t, not when you were moaning his name like that. you gasped when he pushed you down fully, your front side now flush against the mattress as he started to pound into you.
this was it. this was the position.
chan moaned lowly in pleasure when he heard your loud gasping moans, the way your legs lifted whenever he went balls deep only spurred him on. he fucked you mercilessly, and you couldn’t move away, you were trapped between his body and the bed. his hand yanked your head back by your hair so he could hear all the sounds you were making without it being muffled by the bed or pillow.
"fucking love your sounds baby, your sweet fuckin’ moans, only for me." he moaned in your ear, causing shudders to ripple through your body.
you were fast approaching your second orgasm, the feeling of him going so deep and so fast was too much for you. his hand that was on your hair snaked around and wrapped itself around your throat. not quite cutting air supply, but enough pressure to have you gasping.
his free hand snaked under your body and strummed your bundle of nerves, the stimulation on your clit along with him repeatedly hitting your sweet spots deep inside you was your undoing. you let out high pitched keens and cries as you came again, your whole body shaking.
your pussy clenched around his cock rhythmically, all while pulling him in more. "f-fu—ck, your pussy’s fucking pulling me in, greedy girl," he groaned as he felt his release so close that he could practically taste it.
a few more brutal slams and chan let out a guttural moan when he finally felt the pressure in his lower abdomen snap, his hips jerking against your ass as he filled your welcoming cunt full with his seed.
his hand soon left your throat, his breathing ragged, matching yours as his body slumped on top of you, his cock still letting out little spurts of cum inside your quivering pussy, painting your walls white. he nuzzled his face in the side of your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried to control his breathing.
after a while, he finally pulled out, both of you moaning at how sensitive you’d become. and almost immediately after he pulled out, his cum trickled out of your well loved hole. chan couldn’t help himself, he just had to take a picture. he took his phone from the bedside table and nudged you gently, showing you his phone. "can I?" he asked and you nodded, chuckling in amusement, still breathless.
he sighed in contentment after taking the photos and plopping down next to you, pulling you closer by your waist and nuzzling his face in your hair. "i love you," he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his hands caressed your body, worshipping every inch as you two lay there on his bed, relishing in the afterglow and love.
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Jeongin Thoughts
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Fingering
LOVESSSSSS to finger you. I do not care what anyone else says. Have seen him? (Obviously you have) He just loves loves LOVES burying his slender fingers in your cunt and watching you fall apart on them. You're his princess so why shouldn't he treat you like it?
"Oh, yeah, right there, pretty pretty girl? Like it when I hit that spot?"
Choking
He didn't know he liked choking until you asked him to do it. Your eyes wide and innocent as you as asked for him to wrap a hand around your throat. It made his cock throb embarrassingly quick. Safe to say, he does it on the regular, especially to push both of you over the edge.
"Want me to choke you, pretty? Like it when I control your breathing, hmm?" He asks, the cocky foxy smirk on his lips as he pounds into you as you nod mindlessly
Praise
I feel like Jeongin likes praising you more than degrading, he might throw a few degrading words in when he's angry (not at you) or jealous, but overall, I think he prefers calling you pretty girl/boy, pretty, princess/prince, things like that.
"C'mere pretty girl, I wanna kiss your pretty lips."
Teasing
Now, just because he calls you pretty names doesnt mean he's not a menace. This man teases you ALL THE TIME. Anywhere and everywhere. You cannot change my mind. Whether its light touches, soft kisses, flirty comments, to full on groping you, I feel like he's always doing something to keep on your toes.
Toys
I feel like he's down for whatever. His ego doesnt get hurt when you ask to try a vibe in bed or something, he might actually like it more than you, watching you writhe in pleasure under him as he thrusts, keeping the vibrator pressed to your clit.
"Shh... your the one who wanted this pretty girl.... just keep squeezing me like that...."
Positions
Again, im not sure he really minds any particular position. I feel like he's nonchalant and probably like doggy and missionary the most, since he's almost always in control. (That's right, I said almost always) anyway, I feel like he love giving you backshots or love bombing you in missionary as he chokes you so.... yeah.
"Fuck- feel your pretty cunt wrapped around me, princess... feel so good... i love you" He rasps as he thrusts into you, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, "you're mine."
Let's you take control :D
I feel like on occasion, he might let you top him, choke him slightly, maybe even peg him if you really beg, (Real men submit)
"O-oh god... baby... please.. right there!"
Tying you up
Along with degrading, I feel like it doesnt happen often, but it does happen. And my god is he good at it. He'll probably tie you up and tease you for hours before he'll finally give you what you've been begging for, but not before making you beg on his cock too.
"Yeah? You wanna cum? Wanna cum like the good little whore you are? Beg for it. Beg like the good little slut I know you are."
Recording
I feel like he'd record a lot of your guys' fucking sessions just to watch back later when he's on tour, or even as help with foreplay honestly, he might also feel proud of himself he shows some of hyungs
Phone sex
When he's on tour, if your not able to come with him for whatever the reason may be, phone sex is a staple. Whether its video call, audio or over text message, it always happens.
Blowjobs
Yes. Anything that involves your pretty lips wrapped around his cock has him melting internally and hard externally.
Pussy eating
Hes a MUNCH. A fucking munch menace. He will you eat you anywhere anytime. If he wants it, he gets it. He just flashes his dumb dimples and your panties are on the floor and your thighs are around his head. Bonus points if you sit on his face after sex so he can clean you up AND make you cum again.
"You taste so good, sweet girl... could eat you forever...."
Where he finishes
I feel like most of the time he cums inside, raw, unprotected, because you're on the pill, he always checks again before you guys actually fuck though, just to make sure. Some times he will pull out just to cum on your tummy or chest, loving the way you look painted in his seed
"Fuck- im gonna cum-" he groans pulling out, jerking off as you lay beneath him, panting, still sprawled and spent, and he jerks his cock furiously, before he spurts thick hot white ropes of himself onto your chest and tummy "Fuuuuck...."
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Hiiiii ☘️ anonie!!!! I'm feeling great!! I just moved so I've been busy, but im doing good!! I should be back on here more now since all I left to do is decorate 🥰 i hope you're having a good day/Night as well and staying safe and sound!!!
Can I request something on Han Jisung ♥ The reader and Jisung have been dating for a while, she is a big fashionista like she wears plain outfits but she always has a jewelry stack so one day while she was getting ready for their date Jisung gets super needy 🍄-
AN: Im sorry this took so long I was busy renovating my apartment so I could move in. Shout out to my bestie (You know who you are) literally could not have gotten it done without her. Also I'm gonna be honest, I had a hard time writing this, I dont know why, maybe its because im not fashionable, maybe its cause I was caught up in other stuff.... idk. But I was STRUGGLING😭 I hope you enjoy!!!♡♡
Reservations -Han Jisung
WC: 2.1k
CW: Fem reader, unprotected sex, kinda needy Jisung, fingering, Oral (fem rec.), ji is kind of a dom...? not proofread. Lemme know if/ what I missed!!!!
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You were almost done.
Outfit: simple. Soft beige top tucked into tailored black pants.
Hair: sleek.
Makeup: clean.
Jewelry: stacked.
Two layered gold chains. Three rings on your right hand, four on your left. Thin bangles that chimed when you moved. Small hoops climbing your ear.
You were adjusting your last bracelet when you heard it.
A dramatic sigh.
You glanced toward the bed.
Jisung was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling like he'd been abandoned for years instead of... fifteen minutes.
"You okay?" you asked softly.
"No," he muttered.
You turned back to the mirror, smiling faintly. "What's wrong?"
"You're ignoring me."
"I am not."
"You are."
Another sigh. Louder this time.
You felt him before you heard him move - soft footsteps, then arms sliding around your waist from behind. But instead of confident hands, they were clingy.
Almost hesitant.
His cheek pressed between your shoulder blades.
"Baby," he mumbled.
You laughed gently. "What?"
"You look too pretty."
You blinked at his reflection. "...That's not a problem."
"It is for me."
His hands slipped around to your stomach, fingers fidgeting with the edge of your top instead of confidently sliding under like before. He wasn't taking control.
He was needy.
You turned slightly in his hold. "Why?"
He pouted.
"Because I'm supposed to just stand there while you look like that?"
Your bracelets chimed when you reached up to touch his hair. "You see me like this all the time."
"Yeah, and it still ruins me."
His arms tightened, forehead dropping to your shoulder.
"You're wearing all this jewelry," he mumbled. "And you smell good. And we're going out in public like that."
"You're the one who asked me on a date."
"I know," he whined softly. "But I didn't think you'd look like that."
You finally turned fully in his arms.
He didn't dominate.
He didn't smirk.
He just looked up at you - eyes soft, slightly darkened, lips parted like he was trying not to beg.
Your rings pressed lightly into his chest when your hands rested there.
"Jisung," you said gently, "what do you want?"
His jaw flexed.
"You."
The way he said it wasn't cocky.
It was needy.
He leaned down first, kissing you slow - almost careful. Like he was asking permission with his mouth. His hands slid under your top this time, but they trembled slightly when they touched your skin.
You inhaled softly.
His fingers tightened.
"You feel so warm," he whispered against your lips.
Your hands moved instinctively - one sliding into his hair, the other resting on the back of his neck. Not guiding. Just steadying him.
He melted into it.
Completely.
His kisses deepened, a soft sound leaving his throat when your nails lightly grazed his scalp. He pressed closer like he needed it, like he couldn't stand even an inch of space between you.
"Don't go yet," he murmured.
"We have reservations..."
"Cancel them."
You laughed under your breath.
He didn't.
Instead, he nudged you back gently until your legs hit the dresser. His hands slid to your hips, squeezing lightly - not possessive. Almost pleading.
"Please," he said quietly.
Your bracelets chimed again when you wrapped both arms around his shoulders.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
He kissed you again - slower, hungrier now. His hands roamed your waist and thighs, but every movement felt like he was testing boundaries, like he was waiting for you to pull away.
You didn't.
When your fingers tugged lightly at his hoodie, he exhaled shakily.
"You're doing that on purpose," he whispered.
"I'm not doing anything."
"You are."
His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you onto the dresser. He stepped between your legs immediately, forehead pressing to yours.
He looked flushed.
Overwhelmed.
"You're so pretty," he breathed again, almost frustrated. "I don't know what to do with it."
Your thumb brushed his bottom lip.
"Then don't think."
That did it.
A soft groan rumbled in his chest as he surged forward, finally letting go of that careful restraint. His kiss was no longer a question; it was a statement. A hungry, desperate claim. His hands, which had been hesitant and pleading, now gripped your hips with a surety that sent a shiver down your spine. The cool metal of his rings pressed against your skin through the thin fabric of your pants.
You arched into him, a soft gasp swallowed by his mouth as his tongue swept against yours. He tasted of mint and the faint, sweet coffee he'd been drinking earlier. One of his hands slid up from your hip, tracing the line of your ribs until his thumb brushed the underside of your breast. The touch was light, almost reverent, but it made you ache for more.
"Jisung," you breathed, pulling back just enough to speak. Your fingers tightened in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
"Shhh," he murmured, his lips trailing down your jaw. He nipped gently at the spot just below your ear, and you felt the vibration of his voice against your skin. "Just let me."
He shifted his weight, pressing his hips firmly against yours. The hard line of his erection through his sweatpants was impossible to ignore, a stark contrast to the tailored elegance of your own clothes. The friction was delicious, and you rolled your hips against him, seeking more. His breath hitched, a broken little sound that made you smirk.
His hands grew bolder. One slipped up your back, his fingers tracing the clasp of your bra through your top. The other moved between you, his knuckles brushing against your core as he fumbled with the button of your pants. The metal of your bangles chimed softly with the movement, a delicate counterpoint to the ragged sound of his breathing.
He finally got the button open, the zipper hissing as he pulled it down. His fingers paused, hovering over the newly exposed strip of your panties. He looked up at you, his dark eyes searching yours. The raw, vulnerable need was still there, but now it was mixed with a molten heat that made your stomach clench.
"Please," he whispered, the word a puff of air against your lips. It wasn't a command, but a desperate plea. He wanted this as much as you did, maybe more. He was completely undone by you, and the power was intoxicating.
You answered by capturing his mouth in a deep, wet kiss, your tongue tangling with his as you rocked your hips against his hand. That was all the permission he needed.
He slid his hand into your pants, his fingers easily finding your clit through the damp silk of your underwear. You cried out, your head falling back against the mirror with a soft thud. The cool glass was a shock against your heated skin. He circled you slowly, deliberately, his touch learning the rhythm that made you gasp and writhe.
"Right there?" he murmured, his voice husky.
You could only nod, your fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. He increased the pressure, his fingers moving in a relentless, perfect circle. Your hips bucked, chasing the sensation. He shifted, hooking his thumb in the waistband of your panties and pulling them aside. The sudden exposure made you shiver, but the feeling was quickly replaced by the shock of his bare fingers against your slick folds.
"Fuck," he breathed, his eyes wide as he watched his own fingers disappear into you. "You're so wet."
He pumped two fingers into you, his thumb still working your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your body tensed, your thighs trembling around his waist. The bracelets on your wrist jingled with every tremor that wracked your body, a frantic, beautiful music.
He was watching you, completely captivated. His lips were parted, his cheeks flushed. He looked as wrecked as you felt. He leaned in, kissing you messily, his tongue fucking into your mouth in the same rhythm as his fingers.
"I want to taste you," he groaned against your lips.
Before you could process his words, he was sinking to his knees. He pulled your pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. He looked up at you from the floor, his eyes dark and worshipful. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open.
"You're perfect," he whispered, and then he lowered his head.
The first swipe of his tongue was pure magic. He was skilled and enthusiastic, his lips and tongue working together to drive you insane. He explored every part of you, his tongue delving deep before moving up to circle your clit with devastating precision. Your hands flew to his hair, your hips grinding against his face as you chased your release.
"Jisung, please," you begged, your voice thin and reedy.
He hummed against you, the vibration sending you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you, a blinding wave of pleasure that left you gasping and shaking. He didn't stop, his tongue lapping at you as you rode out the aftershocks, drawing out every last drop of sensation.
When you finally came back to yourself, he was kissing his way back up your body. His mouth was hot and wet against your stomach, his teeth scraping gently against your ribs. He stood up, his hands framing your face as he kissed you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, a heady, intimate flavor that made you want him all over again.
"Get on the bed," he said, his voice low and commanding. The needy boy was gone, replaced by a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
You slid off the dresser, your legs unsteady. He watched you, his eyes dark and intense as you walked to the bed and lay down. He stripped off his hoodie and t-shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the lean, defined muscles of his chest and arms. He pushed his sweatpants down, kicking them away.
His cock was hard and flushed, curving up against his stomach. He wrapped a hand around it, stroking slowly as he walked towards the bed. He looked so good it made your mouth water.
He crawled over you, his body covering yours. He settled between your thighs, his cock nudging at your entrance. He paused, his eyes searching yours.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice soft.
You answered by wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him down until he was buried inside you. You both groaned at the sudden, perfect fullness. He stilled for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours as you both adjusted to the feeling.
Then he started to move.
His thrusts were slow at first, deep and deliberate. He kissed you as he moved, his tongue stroking yours in the same rhythm. It was intimate and intense, a connection that went far beyond the physical. But soon, the slow, sweet pace wasn't enough.
"Faster," you gasped, your nails digging into his back.
He obeyed, his movements becoming faster, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your breathless moans and his low groans. He shifted his angle, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you see stars.
"Right there, right there," you chanted, your body arching off the bed.
He drove into you, his hips snapping against yours. The pressure was building again, a tight, hot coil of pleasure winding in your belly. You could feel him getting close too, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathing ragged.
"Come with me," he gasped, his hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit.
He rubbed you in tight, fast circles, and that was all it took. Your second orgasm ripped through you, even more intense than the first. Your body convulsed, your inner walls clamping down around him as you cried out his name. He followed you over the edge with a guttural groan, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight a welcome, grounding pressure. You wrapped your arms around him, your fingers stroking his sweat-slicked back. For a long time, the only sound in the room was your combined breathing, slowly returning to normal.
He finally rolled off you, pulling you into his arms. He tucked you against his side, your head resting on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, a steady, reassuring rhythm against your ear.
He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering. "So," he said, his voice husky and satisfied. "About those reservations..."
AN: Happy Valentines Day!!! My single ass was bored so I wrote this, I hope you enjoy it!!!
WC: 800
CW: None, it's Suggestive, a lot of kisses, Dom Skz?
Pairing: OT8 (Separately) x GN!Reader
MDNI!
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Bang Chan
He notices immediately. You step out in the lingerie you bought, trying to look casual. Chan freezes mid-scroll on his phone. His eyes lift slowly — then stay there. “…Oh,” he breathes. There’s no teasing at first. Just appreciation. His gaze is warm, intense, dragging over every detail like he’s memorizing it. “You wore that for me?” he asks softly. When you nod, something in him shifts. He sets his phone down carefully, stands, and walks toward you with that calm, steady confidence he always carries — except now it feels heavier. His hands settle at your hips. “You’re dangerous,” he murmurs, thumbs brushing the fabric. “You know I don’t have a lot of self-control when you look like this.” He leans down, lips brushing your shoulder. “You sure about this?” You answer by pulling him closer. His laugh is low. The bedroom door clicks shut behind you.
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Lee Know
You walk into the room like nothing’s different. He looks up once. Twice. Then he tilts his head. “That’s new,” he says calmly. But his eyes? Not calm at all. He stands slowly, approaching like he’s studying something precious — or dangerous. “You bought that,” he hums, fingers tracing the air just above your waist. “And didn’t tell me.” You shrug. He smirks. “Bold.” His hand finally lands, sliding around your lower back, pulling you flush against him. “You don’t get to act shy now,” he murmurs. His lips ghost over your collarbone. “You started this.” He walks you backward toward the couch. The room goes very quiet.
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Changbin
He short-circuits. Fully. You step out, and he just stares, eyes wide, ears red. “…You’re kidding.” You shake your head. He runs a hand through his hair, pacing once like he needs a second to recover. “That’s not fair,” he mutters. But when he steps closer, his hands are steady. “You look…” He swallows. “You look insane.” He pulls you into him abruptly, hugging you tight before pulling back just enough to look again. “You trying to kill me?” His hands slide lower. The teasing fades into something heavier. “You don’t get to surprise me like this and expect me to stay calm.” He kisses you hard. The lights dim.
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Hyunjin
He stops breathing for a second. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmurs. His gaze moves slowly — intentionally — like he’s appreciating art. “You wore this knowing I’d lose my mind.” You don’t deny it. He steps close enough that your bodies nearly touch. His fingers trace lightly along the lace at your hip. “Say you want me,” he whispers. You do. That’s all he needs. He lifts you, decisive and sure. The bedroom door shuts. Soft laughter. A sharp inhale. Then silence.
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Han
He thinks you’re joking. “You’re pranking me, right?” You’re not. His grin grows slowly — mischievous and thrilled. “You planned this,” he accuses. He circles you once, dramatic about it, hands behind his back. “You look ridiculously good.” He stops in front of you, gaze dropping. “…This is unfair.” You step closer. That’s all it takes. His hands land at your waist, tugging you in. “You can’t distract me like this,” he laughs softly. But he’s already kissing you. Already walking you backward. Already losing focus. The bedroom door shuts mid-laugh.
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Felix
He goes quiet. Completely. You shift under his stare. “Baby…” he says softly, voice deep and warm. “You look… beautiful.” Not hungry. Not rushed. Just sincere. He steps forward slowly, hands resting gently at your sides. “You wore this for me?” You nod. His thumb traces along the lace edge carefully, reverent. “I don’t want to ruin it,” he murmurs. You whisper that he won’t. His smile turns softer — then a little darker. “Oh,” he says quietly. His lips trail slowly down your neck. “You have no idea what you’ve done.” He lifts you easily. Carries you to the bed. The world narrows to warmth and breath.
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Seungmin
He pretends not to react. Pretends. “That’s… new,” he says coolly. But his jaw tightens. You take a step closer. He inhales sharply. “You’re enjoying this,” he accuses. You are. He steps into your space suddenly, hand gripping your waist firmly. “You wanted attention?” His voice drops. “Congratulations.” His thumb hooks under the strap at your shoulder, letting it snap gently back into place. “You don’t get to tease and walk away.” He leans in. Slow. Measured. “Not tonight.” He guides you toward the bedroom without breaking eye contact.
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Jeongin
He blushes instantly. “Wow,” he breathes. He doesn’t know where to look at first. Then he decides to look everywhere. “You look really good,” he says shyly — but there’s something new in his tone. He steps closer, hand hovering near your waist. “Can I…?” You nod. His touch is careful at first. Then more confident. His smile softens into something more focused. “You surprised me,” he admits. “But I like it.” He pulls you closer. The nervous energy melts into warmth. The door closes quietly.
cw: somnophilia, lots of begging and teasing, handjob, blowjob, channie has sensitive balls, cute fluff in the end per usual. lmk if i missed anything!!
chan was out celebrating out jeongin's birthday with the rest of their friends last night. he'd reassured you that he'd come at a reasonable hour and that he would try to be sober. but when he'd stumbled into your shared apartment with his face flushed and his words barely making sense, you surmised that he drank more than he was planning.
you had woken up early the next day. brushing you teeth and padding barefoot to the kitchen to make breakfast. filling up a cup of water and some painkillers for chan to find on the bedside table when he woke up. when you walked into your shared room, though, you had an idea pop up in your head.
your eyes immediately got pulled to his body lying there as you entered your room. only in his boxers, his bare chest heaving up and down with steady breaths. one arm by his side, the other tucked behind his head, his legs sprawled up in the sheets.
you set the water and medicine on the bedside table. eyeing him while your stomach twisted at the ideas you were getting. you'd be lying if you weren't nervous. you knew chan was okay with that kind of thing. his words being "you can do whatever you want with me, baby. im okay with anything as long is its you"
you tiptoed your way around the bed, kneeling next to where his legs rested. chan was a deep sleeper, especially that he'd partied his brains out yesterday, he could sleep through an earthquake. 'perfect' you thought.
he looked so peaceful. blond curles peaking through. face glowing from the sun peaking from the windows. his mouth parted in steady breathes. plump lips tempting you to leave a wet kiss on them.
you knelt down on your knees, trailing your fingertips around his nipples, then trailing down to his abs. his cock jumping in his boxers when you trailed further down. chan had the sexiest happy trail ever. you passed your fingertips through the trail of hair as you heard his mouth part in a sigh, still asleep.
You swallowed hard, you were starting to see the appeal in this. He was completely at your mercy, and he liked it. you tugged at his boxers just enough to let his cock and balls out as you kept a watchful gaze on his face. eyebrows twitching slightly when you reached out to tug at his cock.
chan's abs tightened every time you stroked his cock. stoping at the top before reaching your thumb out to rub small circles at his tip, his cock fully hardened now with pre seeping through his tip down your palm.
"theeeree you go" you whispered. focusing your attention on the top half of his cock. jerking off his sensitive tip. his lips parting fully now in a soft grunt. your legs instinctively tightening, desperate to relieve the aching heat in your cunt.
chan was stirring more now, he wont be asleep for much longer. his breaths uneven and his face contorted compared to his peaceful state prior. legs and abs flexing more, cock fully standing up before you, thick cock straining against your hand as you focus your ministrations on his tip, making more pre-cum spill out, lubricating your strokes and making a filthy squelching sound with every move.
Sliding your hand down to the base of his cock, you grabbed his hip with your free hand and angled his cock slightly down to your mouth. You stuck out your tongue and let your hot breath tease his cock, making it twitch harshly before you gave it a few soft taps against your tongue, the small taste of it alone making your tastebuds erupt with the salty-sweet flavor of his cum.
Wasting no more time, you took him into your mouth, wrapping your lips around his cock. taking as much of him as you could, fighting back a cough when his length stretched your throat. eyes watering and drool seeping from the corners of your mouth as he let out a loud groan, hips involuntarily thrusting into your mouth.
you pull his cock out of your mouth as you start fully stroking from shaft to tip, your spit and his pre making your movement quick and smooth and loud. leaning down to take his balls into your mouth. and that was when he woke up with a grunt.
one hand reaching to rub the sleep off his eyes as his other arm going from the back of his head reaching down to his cock, or atleast trying to. but he was met with your hair, his hand resting on your head as you suckled on his balls and stroked his cock tightly.
"oh—fuckkk baby?" he let out a loud groan, his hips thrusting up into your palm as he looked down to watch the scene unfolding beneath him, you looking up at him with teary eyes, hands speeding up on his cock.
There was still sleep flooding his eyes, making his vision slightly blurred but he couldn't mistake the sight of your gorgeous face, sucking on his balls while you jerked him off. "oh baby—ohhh fuck" chan groaned. jaw falling slack at the sight below him
you unlatched your mouth from his balls as he hissed at the loss of your warm mouth, his balls now exposed to the cool air. "mornin' channie. how'd you sleep?" replacing your hand on his cock with your mouth before giving him a chance to answer, taking him deeply down your throat. taking him with renewed ease as you set one of your hands on his thigh and the other around his hipbone. hollowing your cheeks around his cock as much as you can, eyes tearing up.
I-holy shittt baby so tight, oh fuck" he groaned. trying to answer your question but getting lost in the pleasure. his fingers pulling at your hair as you bobbed your head up and down, a moan of pained pleasure leaving your mouth, sending vibrations that sent pleasure shooting up his spine. throwing his head back against the pillows with a loud moan. "s'good—ohmygod you feel so good baby".
"I fucking love you so much, holy shit." chan groaned in his deep, sleepy voice. You had to fight back a smile, not wanting him to feel any teeth as you sucked him off. "keep going—im so close"
you released his cock with a loud 'pop!' as you stuck your tongue out. sucking the tip a few times before slapping it against your tongue causing him to roll his eyes to the back of his head at the lewd sight. groaning as his hips stuttered in your hold.
"Keep going, s-suck my balls again baby, please." He begged. His voice was so much deeper than usual, it was so raspy and needy, it made you grind down into the bed, rubbing your clit against the inside of your thighs pressed so tightly together. you brought both hands up, wrapping both of them around his cock as you reached down to suck his balls. eyes on him watching him unravel. his head thrashing against the pillow with his brows knit together and his mouth parted in loud moans of your name.
"yesyesyesyesyes suck them harder baby-" chan was a mess under you. his hands gripping the sheets as his back arched off the bed. "dont stop—oh fuck im gunna cum—m'cumming!" chan whimpered out, his voice moaning your name as you let go of his balls and sticking your tongue out infront of his tip. white, long spurts of cum coating you face and hands, making a mess as you slowly jerked him down from his high. is moans turning in to soft sighs as he tried to catch his breath
"keep doing that everyday and i might just have to put a ring on your finger" chan muttered voice thick with pleasure and sleepiness and love. "oh shut up you doofus, breakfast is ready in the kitchen" you smile through your words, grabing a towel to clean him up.
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a/n: blond chan is actually making me so feral its concerning. requests are open!! hope you enjoyed if u made it to the end you freaks :) likes and reblogs are soo appreciated!!
AN: hehe Chapter 5 :] I FORGOT I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS😅😅
CW: Emotions😒, fluff.
WC: 498
Pairing: Hyunjin, Felix, Minho, Fem reader.
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The room settles slowly, like snow drifting after a storm.
No one speaks at first.
Hyunjin sits on the floor with his back against the couch, knees pulled in, staring at the carpet like it might give him answers. Felix is beside him, close enough that their shoulders touch, though neither has the energy to lean fully into the other. Lee Know stands near the window, arms crossed loosely, gaze unfocused—not victorious, not smug. Just quiet.
You shift on the couch, the leather creaking softly beneath you. The sound feels too loud.
“I don’t feel… bad,” you say finally, testing the words as they leave your mouth. “Just… heavy.”
Hyunjin’s head lifts at that. His eyes are tired, red-rimmed, but there’s no anger in them. Only concern. “Are you okay?”
You nod. It’s not a lie. Not the whole truth either. “I think so. I just need a minute.”
Felix lets out a breath he’d been holding. “Me too.”
Lee Know turns then, slow, measured. “We don’t have to define anything right now,” he says. His voice is calm, stripped of its usual sharp edge. “No scores. No labels.”
That surprises all three of you.
Hyunjin glances back at him. “You’re… not mad?”
Lee Know huffs quietly. “At who?” His eyes flicker briefly to each of you. “There’s nothing to be mad about.”
The tension eases—not all at once, but enough that Felix relaxes a fraction, his knees lowering from his chest.
You slide off the couch and sit on the floor with them instead. No one moves away. Hyunjin’s arm drapes loosely behind you, not possessive, just there. Felix’s fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt until you gently still them with your hand.
He looks at you, surprised. Then grateful.
“I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel,” Felix admits softly. “I kept waiting for it to hit me.”
Hyunjin nods. “Yeah. Same.”
Lee Know crouches down so he’s on your level instead of looming. That, more than anything, tells you this isn’t about control right now. “Sometimes nothing hitting you is the body protecting itself,” he says. “Doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”
You watch him carefully. “And you?”
He shrugs, small. “I feel… clear.”
Not proud. Not defensive. Just honest.
Silence returns, but it’s different now. Warmer. Like a blanket pulled up instead of a door slammed shut.
Hyunjin leans his head back against the couch, eyes closing. “I don’t want this to mess us up.”
Felix’s voice is barely above a whisper. “It doesn’t have to.”
You squeeze his hand. “It won’t. We just… check in. We stay gentle.”
Lee Know’s gaze lingers on the three of you, something unreadable softening his expression. “Agreed.”
No grand promises. No dramatic apologies.
Just four people sitting in the quiet, letting the cold seep out slowly.
Outside, snow begins to fall again—lighter this time.
And for the first time since everything unraveled, it feels like something new could grow in the thaw.
hiiii authornim~ how ya doin? :) can i please request for a hyunjin smut, like anything. i'm missing him so bad :(( HAHAHHAA hope you're doing great~ ☘️ anonieeee here
Im doing good!! Thanks for sending this req anon!! Sorry it took so long to get to it, I was busy these couple of days😭
Day Off
AN: I love him🥹
CW: Soft, lazy, Unprotected love making. Let me know what other warnings I missed cuz i probably missed something.
WC: 1K
Pairing: Idol!Hyunjin x Afab!Reader
Masterlist Smut under the cut MDNI!!
The late morning sun filtered through the blinds, painting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. You stirred, blinking your eyes open to find Hyunjin already watching you, a sleepy smile on his face. His hair was a fluffy mess, and his eyes were still soft with sleep.
“Morning,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest. His warmth was immediate and comforting.
“Morning,” you mumbled back, nuzzling into his neck. He smelled like clean skin and the faint, lingering scent of his soap. “Day off?”
“The best day,” he confirmed, his hand tracing lazy circles on your back. “No schedule. No alarms. Just you and me.”
You hummed in contentment, draping a leg over his hip. The world outside your little bubble could wait. For now, there was only the steady rhythm of his breathing, the soft cotton of his t-shirt against your cheek, and the gentle weight of his arm holding you close.
Hours seemed to melt away. You talked about nothing and everything—your dreams, the stupid drama you’d seen online, the new song he couldn’t get out of his head. You ordered takeout and ate it in bed, feeding each other bites of noodles between kisses. The TV played some mindless variety show in the background, but neither of you was really watching. Your focus was entirely on each other.
As the afternoon light softened into a golden glow, Hyunjin’s touches began to change. They became slower, more deliberate. His fingers, which had been tracing patterns on your back, slid under the hem of your shirt, his palm warm against your skin. He tilted his head, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was different from the playful, morning pecks. This one was deep, slow, and full of unspoken affection.
He rolled you gently onto your back, hovering over you without breaking the kiss. His movements were fluid and graceful, even in the quiet intimacy of the bedroom. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with an emotion that went far beyond simple lust. It was adoration, pure and simple.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his thumb brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead.
You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. “So are you.”
He smiled, a genuine, heart-stopping smile, and then leaned down to press his lips against yours again. This time, his hands were more purposeful. He tugged your shirt over your head, his gaze never leaving yours. There was no rush, no urgency. Every movement was measured, as if he were memorizing the feel of your skin, the way you shivered when his fingers traced the curve of your hip.
You helped him out of his shirt, your hands roaming over the lean muscle of his chest and shoulders. He was beautiful, like a piece of art you were allowed to touch. He sighed softly when your nails scraped lightly down his back, a sound of pure contentment.
The rest of your clothes disappeared in a similar fashion—a slow, reverent process of discovery. When you were both bare, he settled between your legs, his weight a pleasant, grounding pressure. He didn’t enter you right away. Instead, he just held you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him just as tightly.
When he finally pushed into you, it was with a slow, gentle roll of his hips that stole the air from your lungs. There was no sharp sting, only a deep, stretching fullness that felt like coming home. He paused, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Perfect,” you breathed, and you meant it.
He began to move, and it was the antithesis of a frantic, desperate coupling. This was a slow, gentle rocking, a deep and steady rhythm that built a warm, languid heat in your core. His hips met yours in a soft, persistent rhythm, each thrust a whispered declaration of his love. It wasn't about chasing a quick, sharp peak; it was about prolonging the journey, savoring every single moment of connection.
His hands were everywhere, stroking your hair, caressing your face, gripping your hips to pull you closer. You met his gaze, and the intensity you saw there made your heart ache. He was so open, so vulnerable with you. You whispered his name like a prayer, and he answered with a soft kiss.
The pleasure built slowly, like a tide coming in. It wasn't a violent wave crashing over you, but a gentle, overwhelming swell that lifted you higher and higher. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, sweet and insistent. Hyunjin must have felt it too, because his rhythm shifted just slightly, his hips angling to hit that spot deep inside you that made you see stars.
“Let go for me, baby,” he murmured against your lips. “I’ve got you.”
And you did. You let go with a soft cry, your body arching against his as the orgasm washed over you. It was long and drawn out, a blissful, pulsing release that left you trembling and boneless. He followed you over the edge a moment later, his movements stuttering as he buried his face in your neck with a low groan, his warmth spilling inside you.
For a long time, you just lay there, tangled together in the sticky, sweet aftermath. He was still inside you, a comforting weight you weren’t ready to give up. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, fast and then slowing to match your own.
He eventually rolled to the side, taking you with him so you were still draped over his chest. He pulled the blankets up over your cooling bodies and kissed the top of your head.
“I love you,” he said, his voice soft but clear in the quiet room.
“I love you too,” you replied, your eyes already drifting closed again.
You fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other's arms, completely and utterly content. It was, you decided later, the perfect way to spend a day off.
I just came back from seeing the SKZ movie and I will say hands down. That was THE BEST TIME I HAVE HAD IN A LONG TIME. No I haven't been to a concert, but that was the next best thing and I literally was screaming the whole time, made friends, passed out freebies and got freebies. It. was. Amazing. If you still have the chance to go see it.
Can I request something on Bang Chan 🫶 Its a best friends to lovers thing and Chan is a drug dealer , he is also lowk a perv, he always think on how the reader will look under him and stuff. So one day when they were high, they have sex under the influence so the morning after they talk about what happen the night before then Chan confesses and the ending is super fluffy💗
If you're not comfortable writing this you can make it without the drug dealer part and just do non-idol, thank you!
Of course you can be 🍄 anon!! New Anons are always welcome!!! <3
Buzzed
AN: this was fun to write. I couldn't really figure out how to make him pervy while also seeming natural, so hes..not pervy, sorry:/
WC: 2.5k
CW: smoking weed, first time smoking, Begging, oral (fem rec.), fingering, Grinding, protected sex, multiple orgasms, bestfriends to lovers, Let me know if I missed anything!!
Pairing: Bestfriend!SoftDom!Chan x Fem!reader
Masterlist
MDNI! SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!
The blunt looks innocent enough between Chan’s fingers, rolled neat and tight like he’s done this a hundred times—which, of course, he has. He doesn’t rush you. That’s the thing that gets you. He just watches your face, reading you the way he always has.
“Okay,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna light it. You just… breathe. I’ll tell you when.”
The flame flares, brief and warm, casting amber light over his knuckles. The tip glows, and the smell blooms instantly—sweet, earthy, thick in a way that feels heavier than air. It curls around you, settling into the room, into your lungs before you’ve even touched it.
He brings it closer, not quite offering it yet. “Smell that?” he asks.
You nod, nose wrinkling. “It’s… nicer than I thought.”
A corner of his mouth lifts. “Yeah. Good stuff.”
When he finally passes it to you, your fingers tremble just a little. He notices—of course he does—and reaches over, steadying your hand with his own, larger and warmer, his thumb brushing your skin like it’s second nature.
“Slow pull,” he says softly, leaning in so his voice is right by your ear. “Not too much.”
You do as he says. The smoke is warm, silkier than you expect, filling your mouth before you draw it in. Chan’s hand stays on yours the whole time, grounding, reassuring. When you cough—inevitable—he’s already laughing gently, already rubbing your back.
“Hey, hey,” he says, amused but fond. “You’re good. First time’s always like that.”
Your chest feels light. Floaty. You try again, smaller this time, and it goes smoother. The smoke spills from your lips in a thin, lazy stream, and Chan watches it like he’s hypnotized.
“Fuck,” he mutters, barely audible. “You look unreal.”
You blink at him, warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the smoke. Your body feels loose, relaxed, like gravity’s been turned down a notch. The room hums quietly, the music in the background suddenly way more interesting than it has any right to be.
He takes his turn, inhales deep and easy, then exhales slowly toward the ceiling. When he hands it back, his fingers linger, brushing yours again on purpose this time.
Minutes pass—maybe seconds, maybe hours. Time gets weird.
Your limbs feel heavy, your thoughts soft around the edges. You find yourself leaning into Chan without thinking, your head bumping his shoulder. He smells like smoke and clean laundry and something unmistakably him.
“How you feelin’?” he asks, voice lower now.
You laugh, breathy and unguarded. “Kinda… fuzzy. In a good way.”
He hums. “Yeah. That’s it.”
His hand drapes over your knee, absent at first, then not so absent when you don’t pull away. The high keeps climbing, warm and slow, and suddenly everything feels more intense—his closeness, his gaze, the way his thumb presses lightly into your skin like he’s testing something.
The second pull hits different.
You don’t even notice it at first—just that the room feels like it’s breathing with you. The music stretches, each note syrupy and slow, sinking straight into your chest. Your hands feel far away from your body, like they belong to someone else.
“Chan,” you say, and even your voice sounds strange to your own ears—soft, floaty, like it’s wrapped in cotton.
He looks at you immediately. “Yeah?”
“I think it’s… happening.”
That makes him smile, fond and a little smug. “Yeah. It is.”
Warmth blooms behind your eyes, spreading down your spine, pooling low in your stomach. Every sensation stacks on top of the last—his knee pressed against yours feels huge, like it’s the only solid thing in the world. When he laughs, it vibrates through you.
You lean back, blinking slowly. “Why does everything feel… louder?”
Chan shifts closer, instinctive. “Your senses are just turned up. Ride it. I’ve got you.”
You nod, though you’re not entirely sure what you’re agreeing to. Your head tips forward, resting against his shoulder, and the fabric of his hoodie feels unbelievably soft. You rub your cheek against it without thinking.
He freezes. Just for a second.
Then his hand comes up, hesitant, settling at your waist. “You good?” he asks, voice careful.
“Mhm,” you hum. “Feels nice.”
That’s when it really hits.
Your thoughts loosen, truths slipping out without their usual filters. You tilt your head to look at him, eyes heavy, gaze unfocused but honest in a way that makes his breath hitch.
“You’re really… really handsome,” you say, like it’s a brand-new realization.
He lets out a shaky laugh. “Jesus. You can’t just say shit like that.”
“Why not?” you ask, genuinely curious. “It’s true.”
The air between you thickens. His thumb presses lightly into your side, testing, grounding. The pressure sends a little spark through you, and you gasp, surprised by your own reaction.
“Oh,” you whisper. “Everything feels… intense.”
Chan swallows, eyes dark. “Yeah. That part doesn’t go away.”
You shift again, closer, until you’re practically in his lap, your movements uncoordinated but deliberate. Your body feels warm all over, heavy and light at the same time. When he steadies you, hands firm on your hips, the contact makes your head spin.
“Careful,” he murmurs, though he doesn’t move you away. “You’re real touchy when you’re high.”
You grin, lazy and bold. “I trust you.”
That does something to him.
His forehead drops to yours, breath mingling with yours, the room fading until it’s just the two of you and the low hum of the world. His voice is barely more than a whisper now.
“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this,” he admits.
Your chest tightens—not anxious, just full. Too full. Emotions swell up, warm and overwhelming, and without thinking, you kiss him. It’s slow, messy, a little clumsy, but it feels right. Like it’s been waiting for this exact moment.
He groans softly, hands tightening, grounding himself as much as you.
“Fuck,” he breathes against your mouth. “You’re killing me.”
He kisses you back like he’s starving, all the careful patience he’s had all night finally shattering. His mouth is hot, insistent, tasting of smoke and something sweet, something that’s just him. The hand on your hip slides around your back, pressing you closer until there’s no space left, until you can feel the steady, hard beat of his heart against your own. The high amplifies everything—the friction of his hoodie against your skin, the low groan that vibrates in his chest when you tangle your fingers in his hair, the way his other hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, holding you right where he wants you.
“Chan,” you gasp against his lips, the name a breathy, needy sound you barely recognize as your own.
“Right here,” he mutters, his voice a low rumble. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and blown wide, a mix of smoke and raw want. “You okay?”
You nod, your head feeling too light for your body. “More than okay.” You surge forward, reclaiming his mouth, and this time you’re not shy. You lick into his mouth, and he meets you halfway, the kiss turning deeper, messier. His hands are everywhere now—sliding down your spine to the curve of your ass, gripping your thigh and hitching it over his lap. The new position drags your core against the hard ridge in his jeans, and you both moan at the friction.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. His hips rock up into yours, a slow, deliberate grind that sends sparks shooting through your nervous system. “You feel that?”
“Yeah,” you pant, rolling your hips to meet him. The sensation is overwhelming, a hot, heavy pressure that builds with every slow circle. “God, yeah.”
His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, his palms hot and rough against your skin. He explores your back, your sides, his thumbs tracing the curve of your ribs. Every touch feels electric, like he’s mapping new territory. The room seems to spin, or maybe it’s just you, lost in the haze of the high and the dizzying feel of his hands on you.
“Wanted to touch you for so long,” he admits, his voice muffled by your neck as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to your throat. He nips at your pulse point, and you shudder, your head falling back to give him better access. “You have no idea.”
“Show me,” you whisper, the words bold and reckless. “Chan, show me.”
He pulls back, his gaze intense, and for a second you think he’s going to say something, but instead he just lifts your shirt up and over your head. The cool air hits your skin, making your nipples pebble, and his eyes darken as he looks at you. He doesn’t stare, not in a way that makes you feel self-conscious. He looks at you like you’re a masterpiece he’s finally been allowed to see.
“Unreal,” he murmurs, leaning in to take one peaked nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue is a shock, and you cry out, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He sucks gently, then flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud before giving the other side the same attention. The dual stimulation is almost too much, a pleasure so sharp and bright it borders on pain.
“Please,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re begging for.
He seems to know. His mouth leaves your breasts, trailing a path of wet kisses down your stomach as his fingers deftly work the button of your jeans. He pauses, looking up at you for permission, and you nod, lifting your hips to help him pull them down your legs, along with your underwear. You’re completely bare in front of him, and the vulnerability should be scary, but it’s not. Not with him.
He kneels between your legs, just looking for a moment, his hands stroking your thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. He leans down, and you expect him to kiss you again, but he doesn’t. He presses his face against the soft skin of your inner thigh, inhaling deeply.
“Chan…” you breathe, your hands tangling in his hair again.
He looks up, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises. And then he’s lowering his head, his tongue finding your clit with an unerring accuracy that makes your whole body arch off the couch. He licks a slow, deliberate stripe through your folds, and the sensation is so intense, so amplified by the high, that you see stars behind your closed eyes.
He eats you out with a focused intensity, like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. He alternates between broad, flat-tongued licks and pointed flicks against your clit, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you still. The pleasure builds, a tight coil in your stomach, winding higher and higher with every pass of his tongue. You’re a mess of incoherent whimpers and pleas, your hips grinding shamelessly against his face.
“Don’t stop,” you gasp, your thighs trembling. “Please, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He slides a finger inside you, then another, curling them just right to press against that spot that makes you see white. The dual stimulation is your undoing. The coil snaps, and you come with a sharp cry, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, leaving you breathless and shaking. He works you through it, his mouth and fingers gentling as you ride out the aftershocks.
When you finally come back to yourself, he’s kissing his way back up your body, his lips soft and reassuring. He settles over you, his weight a comforting pressure, and kisses you deeply. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced.
“Hi,” he murmurs, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Hi,” you echo, feeling dazed and blissed out. You reach down, palming the hard length of his cock through his jeans. He hisses, his hips jerking forward.
“Careful,” he warns, though his voice is strained with need.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” you say, tugging at his shirt. He gets the message, stripping it off in one fluid motion before kicking off his jeans and boxers. He’s beautiful, all lean muscle and golden skin, his cock jutting out from a thatch of dark curls. You reach for him, wrapping your hand around his shaft. He’s hot and heavy in your palm, and you stroke him slowly, reveling in the way his breath hitches.
“Condom?” he asks, his voice tight with control.
You point to the side table, and he fumbles for a moment before ripping the foil packet with his teeth. He rolls it on with practiced ease, then settles back between your legs. He lines himself up, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance, and pauses, his eyes searching yours.
“You sure?” he asks, one last time.
You answer by wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down, taking him inside you in one smooth, deep thrust. You both moan at the sensation, the feeling of being so completely, intimately connected. He stills for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead resting against yours.
“Okay?” he breathes.
“Okay,” you confirm, your voice shaky. “More than okay.”
He starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm that quickly has you climbing again. Every thrust feels deeper, more intense than the last, the high making every nerve ending sing. He’s watching you, his gaze locked on yours, and the intimacy of it is almost as overwhelming as the pleasure. It’s not just fucking; it’s something more, something that’s been building for a long, long time.
“Chan,” you gasp, your nails digging into his back. “Faster.”
He obliges, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your shared moans and the low thrum of the music. The pressure builds again, sharp and insistent, and you know you’re close.
“Come with me,” he pants, his hand snaking between your bodies to rub circles on your clit. “Come on, baby. Let go.”
That’s all it takes. The combination of his words, his touch, and the deep, relentless rhythm of his hips sends you over the edge. Your orgasm rips through you, even more powerful than the first, and you cry out his name as your body convulses around him. He follows you over the edge with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he finds his own release.
He collapses on top of you, his weight a welcome anchor in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. You lie there for a long time, just breathing, your limbs tangled together, the scent of smoke and sex hanging in the air. He eventually rolls off, pulling you into his arms and tucking you against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, slow and steady, a comforting rhythm against your ear.
“Wow,” you say, your voice muffled by his skin.
He lets out a soft, breathy laugh. “Yeah. Wow.”
You tilt your head up to look at him, his eyes soft and sated in the dim light. “So,” you say, a lazy grin spreading across your face. “What’s next?”
"I ask you out to dinner, as more than friends." He says holding you tight.
