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[cheeseceli]

Head in the clouds

Pairing: Lee Know × flight attendant gn!reader (ft. Hyunjin)

Genre: fluff, humour (trust), fic (1k words)

Prompt: Lee Know was used to having airport crushes. What he wasn't used to, though, was to be on the same plane with said crush for hours on end

Warnings: Hyunjin is going through it, violence (lino hitting hyunjin lmao) mention of food, he's an idol

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Minho was used to having airport crushes.

Sometimes he'd be in line while admiring someone in front of him. Some person checking their baggage. Random people drinking overpriced coffee. Even some fan waiting for him, maybe. It was normal. He liked to think that it was even part of the nature of his job.

However, those crushes would last minutes at most. He'd see somebody, think "cute", walk away and never see them again, not even give a second thought to it. But he never experienced being stuck with his airport crush for 12 hours and thirty two minutes. Though, given his luck, he's not surprised the prettiest person he ever met was his assigned flight attendant. Of course.

"Why are you pretending to sleep?"

"I'm not pretending to do anything."

"So you talk in your sleep now? Good thing you're an idol. You would've gone bankrupt by now if you were an actor."

Lee Know opened his eyes to glare at his friend, Hyunjin, who was obviously having the time of his life.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, I'm just watching." Hyunjin replied amidst the chips he was eating "You avoiding Y/no is pretty entertaining. It's like watching animal planet."

Minho closed his eyes again, sighing in annoyance. "Who even is Y/n?"

"The flight attendant? How come you don't know the name of your own crush? They have a huge name tag with their name on it."

That made Minho reopen his eyes real quick.

First, to hit Hyunjin. Second, to make sure you didn't hear nor say anything. Third, to check if that really was your name.

You were refilling Jeongin's glass with water, a huge smile plastered in your lips. And a tag with Y/n L/n written on it. Shoot, he really missed that.

"Was their smile so blinding you couldn't even read their name?"

"I'm never sitting next to you ever again." Minho replied, stealing the chips from his band mate. More three hours until the end of the flight. He was going to die.

"You should just talk to them. All that fan service and you still can't flirt?"

Maybe he'd kill Hyunjin first and only then die. That felt more like it.

He looked at you once again. You were breathtaking, it was genuinely unfair. Soothing voice, the posture of a miss universe and that goddamn smile. He's sure you alone brought a lot of loyal clients to your airline. At least he knows that he for sure would pay a couple of bucks on a flight just to see you again.

And then you turned away from Jeongin, heading to the end of the corridor. Also known as where he was.

"I'm going back to sleep." Minho closed his eyes before you noticed him looking at you "Don't talk to me."

"You're such a loser."

"Shut up."

For ten hopeful yet foolish seconds, Minho expected everything to be okay. He could fake sleep, you'd pretend you believed him because you were professional and nothing else would go wrong. But for that, Hyunjin would have to be quiet.

"Y/n! Can you come here, please?"

Oh, damn him.

Minho opened his eyes only to see you pushing your cart towards him while Hyunjin was grinning like the devil, folding a small piece of paper. There was no time to strangle his friend, Lee Know had to run away immediately. The moment he tried to get up to go to the bathroom, you were already next to him, making him stumble back to his seat.

That was the worst day of his life.

"Hi, Y/n!" Hyunjin said happily. Way too happily. That could not be good. "Can you give me another bag of chips? My friend here just stole mine."

You just giggled lightly (your laugh was prettier than every song he ever listened to) and nodded, offering a new package to Hyunjin.

Okay. Maybe that was it. There was this low, nearly impossible, chance of Hyunjin not teasing Minho this one time. Maybe he really just wanted food. Maybe he was going to let it pass and-

"Thank you! And this" he gave you the small paper he was holding, shortly looking at the older man while doing so "is for you. Maybe check it out after your shift is over."

And then proceeded to wink at you.

He was so dead meat.

You seemed confused, to say the least, but politely smiled and put the paper in your pocket before going to the other sector of the airplane.

The moment you were gone, Minho got up to find the best angle to hit Hyunjin.

"What the- Why are you hitting me?!"

"Why did you do that??" Minho replied a bit too loudly, not caring that he accidentally woke Felix up.

"You weren't going to do so yourself!"

"Me not doing anything didn't mean you could flirt with them in front of me!"

"What?! I wasn't - stop hitting me! - I wasn't flirting! It was your number in that paper!"

Minho's hand freezes in the air, his eyes getting slightly bigger "what?"

Hyunjin sat straighter in his seat, side-eyeing Minho while trying and failing to open his bag of chips.

"I wrote your number on the paper and gave it to them. I also wrote that it was your contact so they wouldn't misunderstand it. I try to make a good action and this is how you thank me, really..."

Lee Know stopped paying attention to his friend's rant after that. You had his number. You could text or call him any time from now on. You both actually had the chance to talk to each other.

But maybe you'd forget it. You could be not interested. You could find him creepy. God knows what would happen now. So he was trying his best to chill and not overthink it.

However, the moment the boys were getting out of the plane and your team was biding them goodbye, he is pretty sure the smile you gave him was bigger than the one the others received. And when he looked at Hyunjin and he was nodding proudly, saying something about how the lunches were worth it, Minho is already thinking how he'll apologise to him if, when, you send a message.

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bang chan x fem!reader x han jisung

» friends to lovers, threesome, dom!chansung, sub!reader. [1.4k]

after a night out your bestfriends are tired of you parading around other guys, why do you need another man when you have two right here?

contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › oral (m rec), unprotected sex, car sex, doggy and missionary, cumming inside, belly bulge mentioned, cervix kissing, throat fucking, head pusher sung, exhibitionism, lowk kinda meandom chan, reader is a crybaby

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You, Chan and Jisung met in college, you were all in the same major and clicked instantly.

Bonding over deadlines and late nights in the campus' studio.

You like to believe the friendship is strong — platonic, a testament that boys and girls can truly just be friends.

Choosing to ignore the way they both exist around you, the soft touches that linger seconds too long. Times when hugs between you when their hands were dangerously low.

You were celebrating — Jisung finished a track hes been trying to nail for weeks, calling for celebratory drinks!

The night was going perfect — drinks, dancing, all sorts of things.

All of their friends were there, Felix, Seungmin —

Hyunjin.

Hyunjin who you may have drunkenly hooked up with once.

But its in the past! You've spoken about it and chose to forget about it.

Chan and Jisung seemingly haven't.

When you first told them about it they were pissed, rightfully so, — now whenever you're near Hyunjin they suddenly act like your personal bodyguards who know no boundaries.

A sudden hand snaking around your waist — chaste kisses pressed to your cheeks, Jisung's fingers looped through your belt loop pulling you to his side, Chan's hand going dangerously close to your ass.

You may not be the smartest but you are not oblivious.

Poor Hyunjin is though.

And one thing you absolutely love to do is tease your best friends.

You can feel their eyes staring daggers into you from across the bar, glancing back when you stand dangerously close to Hyunjin, whispering in his ear.

Only after you drag Hyunjin to the dance floor do they actually intervene.

Pulling you out of the bar, making up an excuse of you being drunk when you haven't had a lick of alcohol, tonight at least.

You don't even try to complain — you can feel the tension as soon as you step into the car, Chan's grip on the wheel tight, his knuckles turning white nearly.

Jisung's leg is bouncing, the usual cheeky grin on his face vanished, staring ahead at the long empty road ahead.

You don't know what to do or say, not expecting them to act like this — maybe get a little annoyed but this was another level.

The sight of them in front of you, pissed — arguably jealous, whether they deny it or not — fuck its turning you on.

You cant help but clench around nothing — squeezing your thighs together — trying to relieve any of the heat between your legs, failing miserably.

You assume its just gonna be an awkward drive home — that they will end up acting like this never happened like they always do, like how they always play off their jealousy and protectiveness and say its normal and friendly.

Then your phone buzzes.

Hyunjin.

The buzzing makes the whole car go scarily quiet, which is a mammoth task considering it was already quiet — but every outside sound, the engine buzzing, the birds outside — it all mutes.

The ringing fills the car for a minute before you answer instinctively.

"Hyune?"

The boys cant hear what hes saying — a faint recognition of his voice registering

A moment passes before Jisung reaches back and snatches your phone from you. Before you cant even protest Chan is pulling over to a deserted part of the road.

"You think you can just — fuck think that you can be a slut around Hyunjin and let you get away with it?" Chan's hips crash against yours — his cock pounding into your swollen cunt.

You try to moan but its just muffled — your mouth stuffed with Jisung's cock in front of you.

Jisung's back is pressed against the window — the whole car hot, windows fogged up, Your fingers digging into Jisung's thighs as Chan pounds into you from the back, his fingers digging into your hip, sure to leave a mean bruise tomorrow.

Every so often a car runs past — you can barely process it — feeling so incredibly full — Jisung's thick cock heavy in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat every time Chan's hips meet yours.

"You — think H-hyunjin can fuck you like this, sweetheart?" Chan words come out shaky and out of breath, his pace never wavering — his hands all over you, keeping you in place for him and Jisung, completely malleable under them.

Jisung lets out a guttural moan, his hips thrusting up, pushing his cock further in your mouth, watching as tears fall from your eyes.

It's all too much — the sensation of Chan fucking into you — his cock hitting that gummy spot with insane precision , and Jisung whining and groaning under you — the taste of his cock filling all your senses.

Your whimpers muffled by Jisung's cock — the vibrations only droning him on — his fingers lacing through your hair, pushing your head down further onto his cock.

The action makes you clench hard around Chan — pulling a string of curses from him. His hand kneading the plush of your ass, soothing the previous red marks.

Your nail's dig into Jisung's thighs — the pain pulling a pathetic groan from him, bucking his hips deeper into your mouth, your tongue pressing on the sensitive vein of his cock only pulling more sweet sounds out of him. Looking up at him with your glossy eyes — your cheeks tear stained only makes him go even crazier.

Chan can feel you clenching around him, your legs basically useless at holding you up — relying on Chan to keep you up, His pace only growing rougher and meaner — your tight cunt sucking him in with every thrust.

You cant say that your about to cum but he can tell — your whines growing louder and broken.

"You wanna cum, sweetheart?" He says in a faux concerned tone, his actions the opposite.

You can barely process his words, moaning on Jisung's cock in response.

"Not till we say, angel." Your whole body giving out — the denial only making you crave it even more.

Jisung's close — you can feel him twitching in your throat — his hand pushing your head down onto his cock, fucking your mouth.

"Taking it — shit, so well, princess — gonna swallow it okay, gorgeous?" Jisung's words come out breathless, barely holding on. His orgasm comes crashing as you moan around his cock.

Jisung's thrusts into your mouth halt as his cum shoots down your throat — the warm liquid coating your throat.

Suddenly Chan's hand presses on the back of your neck, holding onto it — pulling you off Jisung's cock. Jisung takes no time to flip you over onto your back, your head resting on his thighs, his finger immediately going to your tits. His thumb grazing over your nipples briefly before twisting on the sensitive buds, pulling on them.

The sudden change of position only makes Chan go deeper in your gut, his tip grazing over your cervix with every deep thrust, His palm presses on your stomach over the visible bulge created from him in you.

Your orgasm is so close — you can barely even process anything but the intense pleasure and the denial of it — Chan's pounding into your pussy and the tight coil in your cut is the only thing you are even registering.

"Look, Channie — she looks so much better when stuffed full of us — mouths open begging for my cock again." Jisung's voice hangs in the air — you barely even hear his mocking words, letting out a pathetic whimper in response only making him flick on your nipples.

A deep broken groan escapes from Chan — the sound of skin slapping echos in the car, the whole vehicle shaking from how hard hes pounding into you.

"You wanna cum, sweetheart? Who do you belong too — fuck, who does this pussy belong too, say it and we'll let you cum, yeah?"

Desperate incoherent pleas escape your lips but that's not enough — Chan's not taking that as an answer, neither is Jisung.

"Cmon, angel you can do better than that —" Jisung's voice is laced with a condescending tone.

"please — you!! Both of y-you — all yours — mphh!" Your voice cracks — your throat sore and voice broken, Chan mumbles something under his breath you cant make out.

"Thats it — cum for us, that's it— good girl." Chan drags it out, your orgasm ripping through you at his words, clenching around his cock — whimpering and mumbling nonsense.

The feeling of you creaming all around his cock sends Chan over the edge — his thrusts growing sloppy and lacking any sense, his cum shooting into your pussy — fucking it deeper into you and through your orgasm.

His cock stays inside you, you can feel him thick and heavy inside you still when Jisung reaches over for the console grabbing your phone bringing it back to you.

"Enjoy the show Hyune?"

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Skz anti-gold digger

Contains: ot8 x gn!reader (hyunjins is fem)

Genre: fluff? Comedy? Idek at this point

Warnings: cursing

A/n: this has been in my prompt ideas for so long, so happy to finally make it! Hope you like it🫶 Here you go<3

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Fuckboy!Felix propaganda (18+)

A/N: and he gets a taste of his own avoidant medicine at the end because I believe all fuck boys should burn…..Enjoy 😀

Fuckboy!Felix never spends more than one night with a partner, leaves as soon as he cums, and never texts back

Fuckboy!Felix who sees your ass before your face and decides you’re the one tonight, even if you’re ugly and he has to put a bag over your head

Fuckboy!Felix who is surprised at how little convincing you needed to go with him.

Fuckboy!Felix who doesn’t kiss, too intimate, he says

Fuckboy!Felix whose tongue is down your throat the second you gasp his name in that whiny tone that screams, “Fuck me.”

Fuckboy!Felix who actually texts you the morning after and offers to drop off your panties that he definitely did not jerk off with as soon as you left back to your place whenever your free.

Fuckboy!Felix who unabashedly sniffs his sheets because he can still smell your perfume in them

Fuckboy!Felix who tries to reiterate his ‘policies’ to you but also has your clit between his lips the moment you trail your fingers down his chest

Fuckboy!Felix who swears it’s just sex, even though he’s not sure how much longer he can take the aching in his heart the longer you leave him on read

Fuckboy!Felix who you have to let down so gently it hurts you more than him.

“Damn Lix…we’re supposed to be friends with benefits. You know how stupid I’d be to actually date you?”

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is that all you got? ft : hyunjin

a/n : have yall seen the clip of stays spraying him w water and he keeps motioning for more???? im so obsessed w gov ball hyunjin oh my god im so sorry this is so short i just needed to get this thought out

“is that seriously all you got baby?” his tone was condescending, his fingers never slowed inside you even as your moans turned to cry’s of overstimulation.

you couldn’t even form words, mouth just stuck open as broken sobs left your lips, your releasing spraying out once again for the third time that night. hyunjins forearms were soaked, a puddle was forming on the bed beneath you from all your previous orgasms that night.

he smirked down at you, “come on babe, you can give me more can’t you?” he cocked an eyebrow and you felt every bone in your body yearning to please him.

you nodded furiously even though your body was twitching in overstimulation, you were determined to squirt one more time for him. anything he wanted.

his fingers were curled just right, never letting that little gummy spot inside of you rest from his constant assault. every time he thrusted his fingers inside your soppy cunt, the heel of his palm caught on your clit pushing you just that much quicker to your next orgasm. you were so sensitive you were sure if he just touched your thigh you’d be cumming again.

“f-fuck-ah! hyunjin! gonna c-cum, please!” you could barely get your words out through your cries of pleasure.

his eyes raked you up and down, taking in your full wrecked appearance, “such a good girl, gonna make a mess? gonna squirt all over me?”

you nodded, unable to get any words out, and instead just gripped the sheets to try and prepare yourself for your orgasm. it came on quick, spraying out and even going as far as the get his abs wet. hyunjin didn’t care about the mess, he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, his ego sky rocketing with every time you came. your thighs closed in, clenching together and shaking but he was quick to bring a swift hand down and keep them separated.

hyunjin clicked his tongue, as if you closing your legs and taking away his view was the worst thing in the world. the last of your arousal came out in short bursts and your whole body was twitching, he decided to be kind and finally let you rest. when he pulled his fingers out, they were dripping, absolutely coated in your essence. like the teasing little shit he is, hyunjin brought them to his lips and made direct eye contact with you while he sucked them clean.

“my favorite.”

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Loyal Wolf - Chan

summary: What happens when you call your best friend a good boy?

warnings: p0rn with very little plot, pet names, outdoor s3x, praise, established relationship, friends to lovers, size difference, overstimulation

“Oh, you are so a golden retriever boyfriend, Channie!” You grabbed your phone and in a flash started to scroll and search for the definition. It was summer and that meant BBQ’s and beers at Chan’s place. The sun was high in the sky and the two of you were on your fourth or fifth beer. “A-ha! Here it is!” You turned your phone screen to Chan so he could read the perfectly executed Urban Dictionary definition. His eyes squinted a bit as he read, mouthing the words “loyal” and “easy-going” and “sunshine”. His lips slowly curled up into a smile as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“You really think that about me?” He asked softly, his eyes still locked onto you. 

“Of course I do!” You beamed, smiling so wide your cheeks made your eyes almost disappear. Chan was fiercely loyal, that was the truest part of the definition, almost to a fault. For the better part of a year he had been in a more than toxic relationship. Every fight, every argument, every misunderstanding he had with her, you tried your best to be the supportive friend even though it was killing you inside. You were happy that the relationship had ended and you knew your best friend was better off but there was a part of you that sensed Channie needed a reminder of just how great he really was. 

You leaned forward in your chair so your face was even closer to Chan’s. “I could just pat your head and tell you what a good boy you are!” You giggled softly and patted the top of his head one, two, three times. “Good boy.” You said gently. Not in a teasing tone or as a way to mock him. The words were just stated as fact. Those two words shot through Chan’s chest like a bullet. Bursting through his ribcage clear to the other side. He froze in place for a moment unsure of what this feeling was. He had been praised before, sure. He had been told he was “doing great” by girls while he was inside of them. Slamming away, in and out and in again. Hitting those soft, spongy spots that made their eyes roll back and their tongue loll out of their mouth. He had been told how big he was. “So big!” Was a regular phrase that he never got tired of. His cock stretching and making room inside a tight, wet cunt was a feeling he was used to, a feeling he loved. 

But this feeling was new. It was feral, gnawing, needy, aching. You were someone that saw him, really saw him, for everything he was. His accomplishments, his flaws, his ups and his downs. You had been there for all of it and still saw the best in him. He wanted to be good for you. That's what this feeling was. He wanted to hear those words again and again and again while he made you feel the most intense pleasure of your life. 

The next few minutes moved like sand through an hourglass. Chan stared at your lips still wet with beer from your most recent sip. He leaned in slowly, lingering in the moment to see what your reaction would be. Would you pull away? Would you be upset with him for evening attempting such a bold move? Kissing his best friend, this could change everything between the two of you. Chan leaned in closer still, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes then back to your lips again. He wanted to taste you so badly. He needed to show you just what a good boy he could be. Your breath caught in your chest as Chan’s button lips lightly brushed against yours. His nose angled against your top lip right in that spot underneath your nose. Cupid’s bow. That’s the word that flashed in your mind as you closed your eyes and started to part your lips for him. He smelled like beer and sunscreen. Like summer and sunshine incarnate. 

“Chan…” You moaned into his mouth barely above a whisper.

Chan growled back in response, He snaked his hand through your hair until it rested on the back of your neck. He pulled you in hard, deepening the kiss. Your body responded in an instant. Without hesitation you pulled at his tank top to bring him closer to you. A wordless promise that you were ready for anything he had in store for you.

Chan gripped your thighs hard and wrapped them around his waist while simultaneously picking you up and sitting you down on the edge of the patio table. The metal from the old table legs squeaked and creaked softly as you and Chan moved as one. He reached his arms up and slightly back to pull his tank top up and over his head. His biceps flexed and pulsed with the intense muscle that lay underneath. He groaned in frustration at the sight of your jean shorts. While earlier today he was admiring how perfectly they sculpted around your ass, now they were just too tight and too in the way of where he so desperately needed to be.. He pulled at the buttons clumsily and ripped at the zipper so harshly that it completely broke. 

“Channie!” You squealed. You weren’t really mad. In all truth you found it incredibly sexy. You had never had someone want you so badly that they were willingly to tear off your clothes. 

Chan gave you a slight smirk and simply said, “I’ll buy you new ones.” 

Next thing torn to pieces was your panties followed by the same weak objection from you and the promise made from him. 

You lived in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. You rented but you loved your quaint little home. One thing you never gave much concern to was your neighbors. You would have backyard barbeques with your friends almost every weekend and while you weren’t particularly “wild” you didn't let the potential of uppity neighbors stop your fun. Besides, your neighbors would party sometimes too. You’d hear loud music or shouting and shrug it off. Who cares? No, you never really considered the people living around you. That was until your best friend started to slide his hard cock inside you. When Chan’s cock was starting to stretch you, slowly inching its way deeper and deeper, then you considered who might be around. Because now, in this moment, you had to moan, you had to scream, you had to shout something. It was all just so good. It was all just so much. He was just SO. GODDAMN. BIG. 

“Ch-Channie..” You murmured. “C-cover my m-mouth. I’m gonna scream..”

Chan looked up from where his cock was moving, almost at the base now. He tried hard not to move his hips too much so you could adjust to his size. You were just so tight it was driving him crazy. He nodded and gently covered your mouth with his large hand. Your eyes rolled back as he bottomed out inside of you. You let out a long, muffled moan, gripping hard at his forearms. You wiggled your hips wildly, signalling him to start moving his as well. Then you mumbled something into his hand right before he pulled it away.

“What?” He grunted, his eyes focused again on your perfectly wet cunt wrapped around him.

“I said, Good Boy.” You panted through a smile.

Chan’s pupils widened and his eyelids lowered. His hands found their way to your hips as he gripped hard until the tender sensitive flesh felt like it may bruise. You arched your back from the sensation of pleasure and pain. Chan snapped his hip and began to thrust into you at a feral and unforgiving pace. One of his hands left your hip and trailed slowly down your stomach until his thumb resting on your swollen clit. He rubbed easy concentric circles on the sensitive nub making your pussy squeeze and grip around his cock. Every time you clenched around him he groaned and growled in approval. Little words were used now, just guttural sounds of pleasure and need for release. Only one phrase remained now.

“Say it again.” Chan moaned. His feral cries were mixing with a begging plea that sounded so delicious you felt like you could cry.

“Good… boy…” 

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[b4echo]

NO REST FOR THE BIRTHDAY GIRL 、 hjs

⎯⎯ ❛ he wants to be the first one to wish you for your birthday, so of course he wakes you up at exactly midnight to give you a very special present ❜

❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 ❫ ﹒﹒ hjs x f!reader 𝟭｡𝟱𝗸 smut birthday sex cunnilingus overstim(f) creampie

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the glowing green numbers on the digital clock by the bed read 11:54 pm.

jisung wasn’t sleeping. he hadn’t been for the last hour. he kept checking his phone, the screen brightness turned all the way down to its lowest setting so it wouldn't disturb you, watching the minutes slowly tick away. every few seconds, his gaze flicked from the screen down to you. you were curled up on your side, completely dead to the world, with a soft blanket pulled up to your chin.

he shifted, the silk sheets rustling quietly, and checked the time again. 11:57 pm. time was moving entirely too slow. he had been waiting for this all evening, deliberately staying awake just so he could be the first person to talk to you. a restless, excited energy was buzzing under his skin. he reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from your cheek, tracing the soft line of your jaw. you let out a tiny, discontented hum in your sleep but didn’t wake.

11:59 pm. jisung tossed his phone onto the nightstand. he slid down under the covers, leaning over your sleeping form until his chest was hovering right above your shoulder. he locked his eyes onto the digital clock, counting down the final seconds in his head.

3... 2... 1...

the clock clicked over to 12:00 am.

"sweetheart," jisung whispered right against your ear. he nipped gently at your earlobe, his grip tightening around your waist as he began to shake you lightly. "wake up, baby. wake up"

you let out a low, irritated groan, your eyelids fluttering open against the heavy pull of sleep. "jisung, what?" you mumbled, your voice thick and raspy. you tried to roll away from him, but his arms were like iron bands around your middle. "stop it, let me sleep"

"happy birthday," he purred, entirely undeterred by your grumpy demeanor. he rained a dozen fast, sloppy kisses all over your cheek, your jaw, and the corner of your lips. "happy birthday to my favorite person. look at the clock, it's exactly midnight"

you squinted at the glowing numbers on the nightstand, your scowl deepening. "are you serious right now? it is midnight. i have work tomorrow, ji. my alarm goes off in six hours"

"you can be tired tomorrow," he murmured against your skin, his hand already sliding underneath the hem of your shirt, his warm palm tracing a path up your bare stomach. "i wanted to be the first person to wish you. i've been waiting for hours"

"you're a menace," you sighed, trying to pull his hand out from under your clothes, but your muscles felt like lead. "jisung, please. we can do this tomorrow evening. i really need to sleep"

"we can do it tomorrow evening too," he chuckled softly, his thumb lazily tracing a circle right over your hip bone, sending a sudden, involuntary shiver down your spine. "but right now, you're getting your first present"

before you could voice another complaint, jisung hooked his leg over yours, using his weight to smoothly roll you onto your back. he loomed over you in the dark, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead, his eyes shining shining in the moonlight.

"jisung-"

he cut you off by capturing your lips in a deep, bruising kiss. he tasted like the mint toothpaste from earlier, his tongue sliding easily into your mouth, tasting you. your hands rose to push against his shoulders, but as his body pressed heavily against yours, the familiar, intoxicating heat of him began to blur your frustration. he pulled away only to capture your lips in his again, not even giving you a chance to breathe.

he slid down your body, his hands smoothing over your waist and hips, pulling your sleep shirt up until it was bunched around your ribs. you gasped as the cool air hit your bare skin, but the chill was instantly replaced by the searing heat of his mouth as he began to kiss his way down your stomach.

he knelt between your open legs, removed your panties, and threw them away blindly, his large hands sliding under your thighs to lift them onto his shoulders, completely exposing you to him in the dim moonlight.

"sung, wait-"

"shh," he cut you off smoothly. he leaned down and pressed his tongue directly against your core.

a gasp tore from your throat, your fingers instantly flying to tangle in his hair and pull on it. he hummed against your clit as he took it in his mouth to suck, making you arch off the bed. his hands gripped your hips on either side to hold you still as he drank you in.

"mm, ji..." you whimpered, your head rolling back against the pillow as the pleasure began to coil in your lower stomach.

he picked up the pace, his tongue darting faster, sucking your clit into his mouth while his fingers slid inside your slick warmth, stretching you out. the double stimulation was too much, too fast. within minutes, your breath hitched, your muscles locking up as a massive, shuddering orgasm crashed over you. you moaned loudly into the quiet bedroom, your fingers tugging sharply at his hair as your body trembled beneath him.

jisung didn't let you recover. as your breathing began to slow, his tongue pressed heavily against you again, finding you incredibly sensitive and completely soaked.

"jisung, stop, i'm too sensitive," you panted, trying to push his head away, your thighs trembling on his shoulders. "i can't"

"you can," he whispered against your wet skin. "it’s your birthday. you get double"

he plunged his tongue back into you, his movements heavier and more aggressive this time. he ignored your weak protests, his fingers working inside you with a fast rhythm that forced another wave of heat to instantly flood your veins. the sensitivity morphed back into pure, agonizing pleasure. your hips began to roll frantically against his mouth, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he drove you right back up to the edge.

"please, ji-fuck," you begged, your voice breaking in the dark.

he let out a groan against your skin, delivering three more strokes of his tongue before your body locked up for the second time. you screamed his name into the empty room, your vision going completely white as a second, even more violent climax ripped through you, leaving you entirely breathless against the sheets.

before the aftershocks could even fade, jisung was moving. he shed his boxers in one fluid motion, his heavy, fully hardened cock pressing firmly against your dripping entrance. he tapped it twice against your clit, covering it in your wetness before he moved to push the tip in, and then the rest of him.

a strangled moan escaped your lips, your eyes flying open as he filled you to the absolute brim. the fullness of him after being eaten out twice was an unbelievable, overwhelming sensation.

"f-fuck, you're so tight," he gasped, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles strained as he held himself still inside you, letting your body adjust to his size.

as soon as began to move, his started hips slamming forward in a fast rhythm. the steady, wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly in the room, mixing with your breathless cries. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back as you met every single one of his heavy thrusts.

"sungie... faster... please," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side on the pillow.

"i've got you, baby," he rasped, his breathing completely ragged as he shifted his angle, his tip hitting your sweet spot with an accuracy that made your toes curl.

he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and completely relentless. you were dancing on the edge of another orgasm, your stomach tightening again for the third time that night. jisung let out a broken moan, his chest damp with sweat as he delivered five final, heavy thrusts, burying himself as deeply as possible inside you before his body locked up completely.

he came inside you with a shuddering sigh, his chest heaving as he collapsed heavily against you, burying his face back into the crook of your neck. your own release triggered right along with his, a final, lingering wave of pleasure that left both of you completely spent, trembling in the dark.

the room fell silent again, save for the frantic, heavy panting of your lungs. after a few long minutes, he slowly shifted his weight, pulling out of you with a soft sigh and rolling onto his side. he immediately pulled your limp, exhausted body back into his arms, tucking you securely against his chest under the heavy duvet.

he reached down, his warm hand finding yours and intertwining his fingers with yours, his grip firm and content. he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your damp forehead, and looked down at your half-closed eyes.

"happy birthday, baby," jisung whispered softly into the quiet room, a sweet smile resting on his lips as he held you close.

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[cattolino]

not very friendly of you.

pairing: mechanic changbin x f reader

warnings: mature content! MDNI! profanities, childhood best friends, (accidental) fwb, implied mutual pining, oral (m receiving), piv, praise kink, exhibitionism, car sex, implied multiple rounds.

word count: 4.9k

summary: one night Changbin jokingly instigated a sexual relationship with no strings attached which you easily agreed to in the name of experience. the dynamics between you and him remain consistently the same as prior to the arrangement; him being obviously in love with his best friend, and you being the oblivious best friend; him being your personal mechanic, and you being his loyal customer. or so he thought. the more often he spends those lustful nights with you, the more he doubts this fwb arrangement will work longer. he gets a little more possessive, overthinking, and perhaps daring.

“Wanna go again?”

But his cock was already rubbing against your sensitive clit when he whispered in your ear. The ragged breath that followed made his question sound more like a desperate suggestion.

Beneath him, you were still evening your breath from the burst of blissed out sensation he’d brought upon you just moments ago. Your eyes closed and lips parted and legs trembling, his release trickled out of your cunt onto his car seat. With the pads of his forefinger and middle finger, he rubbed the thick fluid and smeared it gently over your clit, making you squirm at the sensation.

In the cramped space of the backseat where there was little to no extent to stretch your legs and arms, your body had become weary and stiff, and yet as if enchanted, “yes… yes, please…”

Carefully he parted your legs more to make room for him to move. His strained grunts fanned against the side of your face as he sank the tip of his cock into the warmth that enveloped him leisurely just less than twenty minutes prior. Your whines dammed up his ears as he slid in his length all the way to the base into your warm walls, the thin ooze of your juice made it easy and pleasant.

“You even said please,” he stared at your lips for a moment, before shaking his head to leave the thoughts behind, and kissed your blushed cheek instead, “my pleasure, darling.”

…

THUMP!

A chain of curses flew out of Changbin’s lips as he rubbed the back of his head to ease the sting. It was the umpteenth time he got distracted and bumped his head against the hood of the SUV he was working on since early that morning.

The erotic images from a couple nights prior constantly crept into his mind like a stubborn colony of ants crawling up at the smell of a bread crumb. He snorted at his own incapability to drive away that memory.

What he had with you was nothing more than a sexual arrangement he had shamelessly and half-jokingly proposed on a random movie night after an accidental makeout. Being childhood and long-time best friends, he hadn’t expected you to say yes, let alone so easily as if it was an arrangement for another movie night. Twice a week you both ended up seeing each other to satiate your lustful needs, which progressively intensified to a regular agenda he came to anticipate the more he got to have a taste of you.

But the reminiscent of those passionate nights had begun to take up too much space in his everyday life. He pictured how your body writhed under him, how you called his name time and time again, how your hands reached to caress his neck and bring him close, how your hair was damp with sweat, how effortlessly beautiful you were naked.

He wondered if it would affect him the same if he were to pleasure someone else—someone he wasn’t falling in love with.

Damn that arrangement. If only he had been a little braver that day to propose something more romantic than occasional sex. A relationship, for an instance. But he was too cowardly, afraid that the decades of friendship would shatter just because he looked at you as somebody so much more than just a friend.

His train of thought was cut short by a familiar ragged engine sound in the distance.

Changbin wasn’t a tad bit surprised when he saw a familiar old blue sedan nearing and lining up in the lot of the Car Wash and Auto Detailing where he spent most of his days. Through the wide open windows Keshi’s ANGOSTURA pierced through the warm spring air. The bluetooth he had put in the old car’s stereo two months ago seemed to work fine.

He dropped the wrenches and walked over to greet the driver he had gotten bored of seeing.

“At this point just tell me you can’t stand being away from me too long,” he said when you climbed out of your car. He wiped the grime remnants off his fingers with a washcloth that was already besmirched with stains of motor oil. “But we’re fully booked today. Come back in a week.”

“Is that how you talk to your loyal customer?” He couldn’t hold his grin when you clung to his arm, wearing your fakest heartbroken pout and woeful eyes to get him taking your car in for repair. Again. This was the third time in the last two months.

The car was well nigh crumbling. At first he had always thought there was too much work where it wasn’t worth the sweat he and his team shed and definitely not the large sum you set aside from your paycheck. But the car was one of the last of your brother’s possessions he let you have before he passed away nine years ago. Changbin knew you wouldn’t give up on the ancient vehicle before it totally gave up on you first. And giving up on you was what the car had been doing hence the amount of repairs it needed in a short period of time. It was only a matter of time until the car succumbed to its demise. Until then, Changbin was willing to fix anything there was to fix for you.

But where’s the fun if he didn’t playfully insult the junk you treasured most?

“You’d be faster on foot.” Changbin remarked with a snort after a quick check.

You weren’t aware of the dirty smudges from his coveralls smearing your pleated skirt and white pullover as you kept on pestering him by clinging to his arm. In spite of his indifference, he discreetly relished in every second of that physical contact.

“I’m always on time,” you pleaded, “so please?”

“Chan got himself this antique convertible car of his dream but his carport is too small for two cars to squeeze in,” he spun on his heel and headed off to the repairing station, nodding his chin in the direction where a shiny red Hyundai sedan, Chan’s old car, was parked in the corner, “he wants to get rid of her as soon as possible. What do you think?”

Changbin knew you wouldn’t give a damn. But Chan asked him to talk you into purchasing the car just in case.

As predicted, you gave the red Hyundai an uninterested glance before stalking behind him towards a customer’s car he mended. He pulled out a wrench from the pocket of his coveralls and bent over the SUV’s engine. He added half-heartedly, “save the money and save more from your monthly paycheck for four to five months. I’ll talk to Chan if you’re interested.”

“Or you can take the money and fix my car for me,” you insisted, looking over your shoulder at a black mustang parked in the lot reserved for the staff. A majestic vehicle that was the silent witness of a number of obscene activities shared between you two. “Besides, you haven’t paid your car off yet, have you?”

“No,” he replied casually, getting a little too entertained by your persistence, “but I’m taking care of that just fine, so your point is?”

You leaned against the SUV’s door with folded arms, “you're not very friendly right now.”

Changbin chuckled, “I don’t think we’ve been very friendly to each other these days.”

“Meaning?”

At the sight of your innocently curled eyebrows, Changbin bursted out laughing. His mouth ran faster than his brain sometimes. No regrets. But he was relieved you failed to grasp what he meant. “Forget it.”

“So how long does my car need to be in the workshop?”

He placed both hands on his hips, fingers hooked onto his coveralls pockets.

“A week maybe,” he glanced at your sedan, a mischievous glint flashed in his gaze when he looked back at you, “but like I said we’re fully booked right now and I don’t suppose we’d get even a tad bit available for the next couple of weeks. I’m gonna need more people to fix every troubled part of your car if you want it back faster, that means we’re gonna be short-staffed at the carwash station.”

It was supposed to be a mindless joke that shouldn’t be taken into consideration.

You were supposed to climb into the passenger seat of his mustang.

He was supposed to give you a ride home as usual.

But then you asked if there was a spare uniform and where the locker room was. Changbin laughed and shooed you away to your next agenda, even almost took off his coveralls and drove you home, but Jisung and the other staff in the carwash station had been in fact overwhelmed with the queue of customers even before Changbin could drag some of them into the repairing station to help fix your car.

“I don’t have anything to do at home anyway,” you insisted, winking an eye at him.

He thought it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of hands.

Until you came out of the staff room and he gave himself a mental punch in the face because the only spare uniform was impossibly tight.

One could say the same thing about his coveralls that not only did its tight fit flaunt his impeccably sculpted pecs, it was also parading his perfectly round ass and his bulging arms that the short sleeves could barely provide a cover for. It was safe to say he had attracted a good number of loyal customers with his build alone. Adding his sexy brain and charming nature to the mix, he became a target of flirting remarks and dinner invitations. The workshop had easily dodged financial crisis, happy ending.

But this time it wasn’t about him.

The polo top of the carwash team’s uniform was so tight around your neck that you left the top buttons undone. The hem of the shirt barely covered your waist and couldn’t be tucked into the waistband of the shorts that there was a good portion of skin every time you bent over. And the shorts… they hugged your ass nicely. Way too nicely that it left a pinch to imagination—to his imagination precisely.

Apart from sneaky glances of curiosity, the other staff gave little to no further interest and focused on their respective chores. But that was mainly because they knew who they were going to deal with if they stared too long. Changbin was already hard to please, so fishing out even a little bit of his wrath would be like digging their own grave.

The hood of your sedan was opened. Changbin bent over to check the engine. He tried, because his gaze kept straying away towards the carwash station. It would’ve been better if Jisung had offered spare coveralls. It was getting harder to look away especially from the shorts because he knew what was beneath—

THUMP!

How many more times did he have to bump his head against a car hood? He internally scoffed at his questionable professionalism in your presence.

“You okay?” Chan was approaching with his usual essential tools in hand. “You’ve been very distracted.”

From the grin stretching on the older’s face, it was safe to assume Chan knew exactly what—or who—had caused that distraction but chose to tease the younger either way. “I wonder what makes her terribly oblivious when you’re this obvious.”

“Mhm,” Changbin agreed, “but I used to hide it very well.”

Chan opened the door and checked the dashboard warning lights, before immediately sliding out again. He looked in the direction of the carwash station where you and Jisung were guiding the cars into, “I’m surprised your possessive ass didn’t run riot when she came out in that. Our customers are very pleased with the view, you see.”

Changbin knew what Chan was talking about, but Jisung wasn’t assigned—as per Changbin’s own request—beside you to solely ensure you did your part well. Changbin trusted the younger could stave off anyone who crossed the line.

“My advice,” said Chan, settling a creeper in position, “don’t wait too long.”

Changbin snorted, and Chan slid under your car.

You were spraying excessive dirt off of a jeep as it was loaded into the wash. Jisung pointed at the spots that needed an extra cleaning while spraying dead bugs off of the windshield himself.

As soon as you were done and Jisung was guiding the jeep to steer into the wash, the driver instead rolled the window down and spoke to you.

Changbin didn’t have to come closer to catch the jock’s eyes falling to your lower half more often than they should. You laughed at something the driver had said, whipping your head around and looking directly at where Changbin was no longer bending over and was instead standing by the bumpers of your car with folded arms.

He didn’t want to jump into conclusions and thought you were speaking about him to the man as you could’ve talked about your wrecked car or about Chan on the creeper under your car or perhaps even something else entirely different. It wasn’t until the man offered him an awkward grin and a flash of annoyance before rolling up the window and entering the wash.

Changbin wasn’t curious about what you might have told that man at first. But seeing Jisung busted a gut beside you and shook his head while looking at him, Changbin couldn’t help but internally enquiring what could be so funny.

…

The sun had almost set and the majority of the staff had gone home. After showering, Changbin scurried over to his car. He organised his belongings on the backseat and wiped the leather seat clean (that was already clean). He did the same to the front passenger seat. Then he sat behind the wheel, waiting.

An overwhelming scent of musk from his perfume occupied every nook of the interior of his mustang, and wearing perfume wasn’t part of his routine going home. Usually he would only give his body a quick rinse to wash off the grime and dust after having spent the whole day grappling with stinky engines, and settle on a proper shower at home. Not this time.

He didn’t wait long before the passenger door swung open and you rushed inside with your own bag and a chunky looking tote on your lap. The floral scent of your perfume mixed with his musk made the smell inside his car a little dizzying, like walking in the aisle of an endless row of perfume shops.

“Do you not have anything less bigger?” You tried to adjust the hem of the black hoodie that buried your frame in its thick fleece. There was a reason why you had bolted from the shower room to the parking lot... “And maybe some pants?”

Changbin leaned over to you all of a sudden, causing you to recline back onto the seat in surprise. The back of his hand subtly grazed over your bare thigh when he fastened your seatbelt.

“You look amazing.” He teased, starting the engine and departing to the main road.

The chunky tote bag was borrowed from Jisung for your half-wet pullover and skirt. Changbin had tried to wash the motor oil stains off of your clothes earlier with soap and baking soda, and while the remaining light brown patch, like tea stain, wouldn’t have been noticeable on any darker fabric, it was a different case when it came to white clothes. Of course.

“Sorry about your clothes. I’ll buy you prettier ones.” Said he when you tossed your bag and the tote onto the backseat.

“Partly my fault for hugging you and wearing white to the workshop, but I’ll take the offer. I’m free tomorrow.”

He briefly glanced at you with an annoying wriggle of his brow, “is it a date?”

“What else? Field trip?”

He giggled.

“By the way, the jeep driver,” he cleared his throat, “what did he say to you?”

“Just some stuff about his dick,” you shrugged, then your eyes narrowed in a teasing manner, “you already stared when I looked. Why?”

“Gotta make sure you do your job right.”

“So you were definitely not staring at a particular pair of cheeks?”

His crooked smile was enough of a confession.

He slowly pushed the brake as the vehicles around were beginning to move slower. “And what did you say to him?”

“I said,” you beamed, gaze intently affixed on the smooth outline of his face, trying to catch even the subtlest changes in his expression at your response, “it’s hard to satisfy me when the inside of my cunt is already reshaped into the shape of my boyfriend’s big dick.”

Changbin subconsciously clenched his jaw. Something twitched down there.

“Jisung thought it was funny,” you added, “but then he actually asked if I was serious about your cock’s size. He wasn’t the least bit interested in whether or not you’re really my boyfriend…”

“Everybody thought I am.” He said.

“…or whether or not we actually fuck. Is it way too obvious what we do behind closed doors?” You chuckled.

“Chan and Jisung know I’d be with you most of the time when I don’t have work, and according to Jisung I smell like you sometimes. It’s not rocket science for them to piece things together.” Now Changbin wasn’t sure what he felt when he said these things. It was always obscure to him. He got turned on at the thought that you’d willingly use him whenever somebody tried to flirt with you, but at the same time, the way you talked about these things so casually cracked his ego a little bit.

He was going to say something but you beat him to it.

“I gotta tell them that you start everything most of the time because look, a little compliment for your dick and there it is,” Your eyes dropped to the tent he didn’t realise had formed in the middle of his sweats, “let me help you with that?”

Grey sweats were not made to hide a bulge. Not that he was embarrassed, not after you had so casually praised his cock when you knew all too well how it would affect him. But the thing was, he couldn’t possibly say yes to your kind offer in the middle of traffic, could he?

He could. His needs overpowered his common sense and it showed when he took your hand and placed it over his erection.

You smiled in triumph, giving his clothed cock soft strokes with your palm, deliberately pressing your hand over what felt like the head of his half-erected cock. Your hand slipped inside through the waistband, holding the warm girth in your palm. A couple of gentle strokes later, your thumb rubbed over the tip, playing with the sensitive flesh until not long after there was an evident wet patch on the grey fabric indicating his precum. Just a little more… you could see it from his face and muffled groans.

But your hand slipped out.

“Baby…” Changbin clutched your wrist, stroking your skin with his thumb, “just a little more, please. I’m almost there.”

“I know,” you cooed, “I’ll make you feel better, promise.”

The vehicles barely moved, the sun was dipping below the horizon. The golden hour ebbed into nightfall quickly, guaranteeing secretion now that there wasn’t any more sunlight.

Changbin gave in to the heat of infatuation that would have him overthink once he was no longer affected by your intoxicating touches. He preferred your apartment, or at least the backseat of his car for a proper sex, but it wasn’t the time where he could push you away when you were this good.

In the meantime he had to be satisfied with sitting helplessly in the driver seat while you did all the work.

He clutched the wheel tightly, trying to remain intact into the seat despite the slow pace of your head bobbing up and down as your mouth devoured his girth, eager to swallow all the way down to the back of your throat although it was a difficult feat given the size of his length.

You kept your ass in the air and knees nailed to your seat, the hem of the hoodie rolled down and pooled around your chest. If the car windows weren’t layered with privacy films, the pretty view of your panties and firm ass would’ve been a pleasant entertainment amidst the stress of the rush hour traffic. Changbin wouldn’t have liked it.

While one hand gripped the wheel a little more loosely, the other one slithered across the arched plane of your back and further up to where he felt your wet panties. You whimpered at the touch of his fingers against your clothed cunt, making his fully hardened length twitch in your mouth at the vibration.

You sucked his cock delectably and forced yourself to swallow just a tad bit more until you could feel his tip made contact with your throat. His sweet grunts and gentle caresses on your hair were enough of praises for you, “feels good, take me so well, you’re so good…”

His fingers slipped beneath your panties, one digit sliding up and down your wet folds. He gasped when you pulled your head away completely and swirled your tongue around the head of his length, licking the precum that spilled from the slit. Instantaneously his hand clutched a handful of your hair, pushing you down to swallow his cock again, he was so fucking close at this point you could see the tip of his cock the colour of blood.

“I’m sorry, love,” his fingers ran through your hair softly as an additional apology.

You suckled his cock with a hum, too preoccupied to process what the apology was for.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he reclined back into the seat, subconsciously ramming his hips up until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat over and over again.

Your scalp began to sting at his grasp, you whined. The sudden vibration once again sent an electric bliss to the pit of his stomach. His cock twitched inside the warm cavern of your mouth.

Tears formed in your eyes before they flew down at the intensity. Changbin’s cock grew a little bigger indicating his release, but you tried not to graze your teeth. He didn’t even realise he was holding back just to feel you longer, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

The muscles of your mouth contracted in greedy suck, your palm squeezed firm around the base of his cock that couldn’t go into your mouth, sensing how close he was to climax.

A swirl of your tongue was all it took for him to topple over. At the peak of ecstasy, he closed his eyes tight and humped his hips to feel more of your warmth and how it was drawing more and more of his release. His growls were hoarse, savouring the pleasant shockwaves you were bringing upon him.

The car behind beeped the horn at the time he slipped back to reality.

There was quite a wide gap between the bumpers of his mustang and the trunk of the sedan upfront.

“Hey…” he stroked a hand on your head, helping you off his cock and settling you back into the passenger seat, even fastening your seatbelt back on. One hand tugged at the waistband of his sweats to rest around his hips again, the other hand held the wheel and narrowed the distance with the car in front.

After managing a safe distance, he checked on you. He leaned over, ridding off the messy strands out of your face and combing your dishevelled hair.

Maybe he regretted it.

Because the tears rolling down your cheeks, the mixture of his cum and your spit gleaming in the corner of your lips, your lazy blinks, could be the sole reason for yet another climax.

That was an exaggeration of course, but his cock did twitch.

“Was I too rough?”

“No,” you sighed, smiling, “I liked it a lot.”

As all the cars seemed to move little by little, Changbin’s foot lingered in the air atop the gas pedal when he noticed a spacious gap between the cars on his left. In a matter of seconds he had reached a decision. He drifted his car into the wide gap and to the gate of a hotel.

“You’re not planning to reserve a room here now, are you?” After Changbin parked his car in the very far corner, you glanced around at the vast outdoor parking of the facility with only a few cars in sight, and looked up at the contemporary architecture of the hotel.

“We have enough space here,” he chuckled, but added quickly, “unless we’re planning on doing this all night then I’ll surely book us a room.”

“Just a quickie please,” you giggled, unbuckling your seatbelt, “but can you stay the night at my place? We can just cuddle and watch a movie and sleep.”

He agreed in a heartbeat, “I thought you wouldn’t ask.”

He unfastened his own seatbelt and reclined your seat all the way down, catching you off guard. He lifted your legs and spread them to make space for him to settle in between. Your panties were soaked.

He slid your panties up and let the fabric hang around your ankle, putting your cunt on display. Mirroring his impatience, you pulled his sweats down, his hard cock stood proud against his stomach as if he hadn’t just released pretty much a big load just moments before.

You pouted, your whine sounded more sensual than intended, “wanna blow you again so bad.”

He rubbed his cock against your folds, “what, you want me to retract back to my seat now?”

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. He smiled, “that’s what I thought.”

A wrap was fished out of the dashboard. He rolled the latex around his length.

“You can suck me later all you want,” he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead while his hand guided his cock to align with your entrance, “we’re not in a hurry anyway.”

Changbin thought he might have to keep your car longer in his workshop and make you sit pretty in the passenger seat of his car every day. He wouldn’t mind driving you to work and picking you up if that meant to see you every day.

As the pace of his pounding was progressively getting frantic, his lips moved more affectionately. He left kisses on your shoulder and your collarbones and your neck, making sure to give your skin light sucks until they were adorned by several possessive red marks.

When his lips hovered over your face, he stared at your parted lips. So plump and inviting. He looked up and you were already looking, giving away that you knew where he had been staring.

“Can I?”

It broke the rules.

Kissing on the lips is strictly forbidden as long as the benefits are strictly sexual.

You wanted to give it to someone who shared mutual romantic feelings, you had said the day when the arrangement had been made. Changbin agreed. It was too much to ask anyway.

So, it broke the rules. To make it worse, this wasn’t some sort of a romantic lovemaking where he slowly undressed you on the bed with a night skyline view and a classic love song in the background. This was a lustful quickie as a result of a mind-blowing blow job you had given him earlier.

But you cradled his face in response and he swallowed your moans in an impassioned, wet kiss. His tongue played, and it was rather rough, and yet you could feel it in the kiss that he meant it. That it wasn’t just a kiss he initiated for fun. He wanted it, and so did you.

He could’ve come at the delicious clench of your walls around his girth, but more than that, he felt his heart throbbing abnormally and his stomach tight with pleasure just because your hands cupped his hot cheeks and your thumbs swept gentle strokes on the blushing skin. It was his first kiss with you, and Lords, was it amazing.

Changbin reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to let you breathe. “Okay? Was I too rough? Too much?”

Your lips were a little swollen at this point. “I love it.”

Burying his face in your neck, he grunted, half-high, “gotta satisfy you, yeah?” His thrusts slower but deeper, “gotta reshape your walls into the shape of your boyfriend’s big dick like what you said to that man?”

Something flashed in your eyes, Changbin couldn’t make out what that meant. But you smiled at him, pulling him closer with your legs, hugging him. When he thought you weren't going to say anything, your voice tickled in his ear in a whisper, “my boyfriend’s dick.”

Your cunt swallowed his length all the way to the base. He let you feel the uncontrollable throbs of his cock. He wished he wasn’t hearing things. Boyfriend, you emphasised it.

He rolled his hips a little, making you whine all the more desperately because his cock was pressing right into the spot that gave your stomach a pleasurable knot.

The car seat was wet, stained with your release. At the same time his hips squirmed as he filled the latex with his seed.

He caressed the side of your face, lips planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

Boyfriend. He thought to himself. Did you mean it?

a/n: woah it's finally here... i'd put off rewriting this fic for so long. some of you who found me through insta and have read this before, might remember that this was originally leaning more towards pwp, if not very little plot, but since a lot of readers back then wanted a part 2 i thought it'd be better to add more plot. hope you guys enjoyed reading this!

also i was thinking of making a taglist on future posts so let me know in the comments if you'd like to be added! :) <3

[ysljoon]

Talk That Talk | Maknae Line

♡pairing: maknae line (individual) x reader

♡ssc: 4ss

♡genre: humor, smau, hybrid au, non-idol au

♡ warnings: none

♡summary: day to day texts you get from your hybrids when you're at work

♡a/n: YAY maknae line is posted (read hyung line's part HERE) you guys love my lil hybrids as much as i do im so excited on how well received this has been

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

♡taglist: @meme2003 @minymilo @atetheluck @pinknymphkisses @manonlover @lezleeferguson-120 @urfavvbilliemunch @geni-627 @stayville-citizen @life-is-a-game-of-thrones @qu0kkache3ks @hanjisunnnng @karlee10261990 @multi-fandommaniac @flippedccc @thebibleophile @zenfries @greywritesthings @iknowhertoo @theaknowsstuff @niku0704 (taglist form HERE)

[mochiiknight]

Stop asking me for vending machines on my beaches!!!!! This is not design by committee!!!!!!!!

[queer-as-in-fuck-12]

drug addicts deserve housing, food, water, and healthcare btw

[luvyeni]

• producers girlfriend . ִֶָ་. 🎶 ་༘

⌗producersgirlfriend — text messages with chan

( bangchan x fem!reader ) • warnings. HEAVILY sexual language, mentions of somo, language both of them are freaks 𓄵 screenshot count. 9 { back to library }

©️LUVYENI

[fizzyapplecandy]

Ateez Fake Texts

The one with WooSan Part 1

Wooyoung x San x fem reader

Genres and warnings: ateez fake texts, poly relationship, humor, suggestive, mature language, fluff

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[bobbyseyesmile]

Felix from Stray Kids, who has a kink for breeding and putting a baby in our belly

-🍾

GUYYSSSS my requests are closed but you give me these ideas and now after we all have seen Gov ball Felix 😩😩😩 i can’tttttt

so here’s a lil drabble for you hungry whores (me included) (especially me)

The second Felix walks through the front door, he knows something is wrong. Usually, the moment he gets home after being away for days, you’re attached to him before he can even take his shoes off. There are hugs and kisses and at least five minutes of you complaining about how much you missed him while simultaneously refusing to let go of him. But tonight?

Nothing.

You barely glance up from where you’re sitting at the dining table.

“Hey, baby,” he says carefully.

“Hi.”

Felix pauses. The single word immediately raises every alarm bell in his head. Slowly, he sets his bags down beside the door.

“…hi?”

You hum vaguely while scrolling through your phone, not even looking up to face him. The smile threatening to appear on his face has to be physically suppressed because he knows that tone. And he knows you. Which means whatever is happening right now is absolutely personal.

“Okay,” he says while wandering closer. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Your answer comes far too quickly.

It makes him almost laugh, because everyone knows “nothing” actually means everything.

“Baby.”

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong?” You finally look up but only for approximately two seconds before your attention returns to your phone. “Oh, I don’t know.”

Dangerous. Very, very dangerous.

Felix sits down across from you, already fighting a grin. “That sounds promising.”

“Does it?”

“Not really.”

The silence that follows lasts just long enough for him to notice the way your jaw tightens. Then suddenly your phone lands face-down on the table with a loud clack.

“There were a lot of people screaming for you.”

Felix immediately looks at the ceiling because there it is- the thing that‘s been bothering you and it is somehow even funnier than he imagined.

“Ah.”

You narrow your eyes. “Ah?”

“No, continue.” His grin is getting harder and harder to hide now- you can tell. Which only makes everything worse and your mood sours even more.

“There were also a lot of videos.”

Felix nods thoughtfully. “There were.”

“And apparently everyone on the internet has collectively decided you’re the hottest man alive.”

His shoulders start shaking, just slightly. “Apparently, yeah.”

You stare at him in complete disbelief. How dare he?!

The audacity.

The confidence.

The absolute lack of survival instinct.

Then finally your frustration boils over. “Maybe I’m just slightly annoyed by the fact that everyone else suddenly gets to see what’s mine.”

Instead of apologising or falling down on his knees, begging for your forgiveness he simply… grins.

Not his usual warm Felix smile. The kind of grin that belongs on someone who’s about to become completely unbearable.

Your eyes widen. “No!” His grin grows. “Felix-” you add warningly but it grows even more. “Don’t!”

“What’s yours?” he asks innocently. The bastard.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe… explain it to me.”

You want to throw something at him. Preferably the chair. Instead, you cross your arms so tightly they practically fuse together. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“A little.”

“Nah, not even that.”

His amusement is becoming impossible to hide now. Every time he looks at you, the smile gets bigger. Every time you glare at him, he looks more pleased with himself. It’s infuriating.

“You were jealous.” The accusation lands softly, almost fondly and you immediately look away because you can feel your ears turning red.

Apparently that’s all the confirmation he needs… because the next thing you know he’s standing and walking toward you. You push your chair back and attempt to leave but Felix immediately wraps both arms around your waist and pulls you closer against him. For a second you just melt; feeling his warmth, smelling his cologne, seeing the freckles up close around his eyes…

Then he ruins it: “You should’ve heard the screaming.”

Your head snaps up so fast it almost hurts.“Excuse me?”

The look on his face is criminal. His freckles practically glow with evil while the corner of his mouth twitches suspiciously. “The crowd was really enthusiastic.”

“Felix.”

“Like, very enthusiastic.”

“FELIX!”

“One girl proposed marriage.”

You smack his chest hard enough to make the sound echo through the apartment. Felix immediately doubles over laughing while you stare at him in complete disbelief.

“You are such an asshole.”

“Actually,” he corrects thoughtfully, still grinning, “I think she said… ‘Aaaaah Felix, you are my soulmate!!!’.”

“GET OUT.”

His shoulders shake even harder. “Oh, baby, you should see your face.”

“I hate you!”

“You cried when I left for six days.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT.”

At this point Felix is laughing so hard he can barely stand upright, which only irritates you further. You try escaping around him, but unfortunately he’s been dancing professionally for years and apparently has the reflexes of a predator.

The second you move, he moves. Your back bumps into the edge of the dining table.

“Move.”

“Don’t wanna-“

“Move!”

“Naah-“

“Felix!”

“Nope.”

You narrow your eyes, he narrows his right back. Then the idiot has the audacity to tilt his head and ask, “You know what the funniest part is?”

“What?”

“The videos are trending online.” Without breaking eye contact, he deliberately reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. You narrow your eyes again.

“No.”

“Oh yes.”

“Lee Felix.”

“I think I saved my favorite.”

You lunge immediately and Felix effortlessly lifts the phone above his head before you can even get close.

Your eye twitches.

“Give it!”

“No.”

“Give me the phone.”

“Nopeee-”

“FELIX.”

The grin stretching across his face grows wider by the second. “Oh, look at that one.”

“Don’t.”

“The water pouring over my-”

“FELIX!” You’re genuinely considering violence now- the problem is that he knows it. The even bigger problem is that he loves it.

A laugh escapes him before he finally catches both your wrists when you make another grab for the phone. The movement pulls you directly into him until you’re practically chest-to-chest, and your heart immediately decides to betray you.

Traitor.

Of course Felix notices.The smug bastard notices everything. “Aw… Baby’s jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Right.”

“I’m not!”

His grin softens slightly until he leans a little closer. “Then why are you pouting?”

You immediately stop pouting, unfortunately, it’s already too late. Because he’s seen it and Felix is absolutely never letting that go. Ever.

“I am not pouting.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You absolutely are.”

“My face is stone-“

He hums thoughtfully as if considering your argument before eventually asking, “Should I post more abs?”

You gasp and that’s when Felix completely loses it. His forehead drops onto your shoulder while he’s laughing so hard he can barely breathe.

“You’re evil.”

“I know.”

“You enjoy this.”

“I do.”

At least he’s honest.

Eventually he lifts his head again, still smiling, still entirely too pleased with himself, before reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

You immediately roll your eyes and Felix’s grin returns in full force.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh.”

One eyebrow rises slowly. Dangerously. “That’s how we’re behaving today?”

“Maybe.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. The kind that usually means trouble. Then he gently taps your chin. “Good.”

You blink. “What?”

For the first time since he walked through the front door, the teasing slips away. Not completely, just enough for something softer to shine through underneath.

“Missed this.” Your irritation falters while his smile softens too. Just a little. “I missed my brat.”

And just like that, all your carefully maintained jealousy begins falling apart while Felix looks entirely too satisfied with himself. He leans in until his lips rest against the shell of your ear, his voice deep and dangerous as he whispers:

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m only yours, and I’ll prove it to you when I breed that sweet pussy of yours tonight…” His hand tightens against your waist. “…over and over again until that good little fuckhole is spilling with my cum.”

[cl0wnzzy]

BOO!!

[channlust]

࿐ the party & the after party - ft.hyunchan (MDNI!)

You don’t know how long it’s been. an hour? Two hours?

You lost track when Chan first pushed you back onto the bed, his mouth hot against yours, while Hyunjin’s hands slid up your thighs. Time blurred when they switched - Hyunjin’s lips capturing yours, all tongue and teeth, while Chan’s breath ghosted over your stomach, going lower, lower, until you arched off the mattress with a choked gasp.

Then it was Chan pinning you down, fingers tight around your wrists, as Hyunjin’s mouth worked between your legs. You whimpered, thighs trembling, but Chan just shushed you, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone like he was soothing you even as he held you in place.

When they swapped again - Hyunjin’s weight pressing you into the sheets, his hands roaming - you barely had time to catch your breath before Chan’s tongue dragged up your slit, slow and filthy, and you sobbed into Hyunjin’s shoulder.

Now, one of them - you dont remember who - turned on a playlist, some song by the weeknd playing in the background. you’re sprawled across Hyunjin’s lap, his cock hard beneath you, his fingers playing idly with your nipples, twisting, making you squirm.

Chan is inbetween your spread legs, one hand gripping your hip, the other guiding himself into you with a low groan. “Fuck,” he mutters, sliding in deep, and you gasp, head tipping back against Hyunjin’s chest.

Chan’s fingers tighten on your hip, pulling you down onto him, and you choke out a moan as he starts moving, slow at first, then deeper, rougher. “You take it so well,” Hyunjin murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His thumbs circle your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks before pinching just hard enough to make you whimper.

Hyunjin’s hand drifts lower, fingertips tracing circles over your stomach before dipping between your legs. His touch is light, teasing, just barely brushing your clit until you jerk against him with a sharp gasp. “Oh my- Fuckk” you whine, hips bucking involuntarily, but Chan’s grip tightens on your waist, holding you steady as he thrusts deeper, dragging a ragged moan from your throat.

Chan’s hands slide up your body, fingers tracing the curve of your throat before settling there, pressing justtt hard enough to make your breath hitch. His grip tightens as he fucks into you harder, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that has your vision blurring.

Hyunjin’s fingers circle your clit faster, the pressure building until you’re writhing between them, gasping for air that won’t come.

“Please-” you manage, voice ragged, but Chan just shakes his head, “You can take it,” he murmurs, his own breath uneven. “Just a little longer.” His thrusts stutter, deeper now, and you choke on a moan, nails digging into Hyunjin’s thigh.

Hyunjin exhales sharply against your ear, “So fucking pretty like this,” he murmurs, voice full of admiration. His palm slides up your chest, tracing the curve of your breast before cradling your jaw, tilting your face toward his. “so perfect,” he breathes, and then his mouth is on yours, tongue sliding against yours in a slow, filthy drag. You moan into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his lips, as Chan’s hips snap forward, filling you so deep your toes curl.

Hyunjin breaks the kiss just enough to pant against your lips, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Love hearing you,” he says, “Love feeling you shake.” His hand drops back to your breast, squeezing just shy of too hard, and you arch into it with a gasp, your hips rocking back against Chan’s thrusts.

“I can’t- I can’t take it,” you gasp, voice cracking, your body strung tight between them. “Please, please let me-”

Chan’s grip on your throat eases just enough for you to drag in a shuddering breath. His hips slow, grinding deep inside you instead of pulling out, his cock twitching where he’s buried to the hilt. “You wanna cum?” he murmurs. His other hand slides down your body, fingertips tracing the sweat-slick curve of your waist before settling between your legs, pressing hard against Hyunjin’s fingers still circling your clit. “You wanna come on my cock while he plays with you?”

You whimper, your whole body trembling, the words catching in your throat. “Yes or no, baby,” Chan asks, his hips rocking forward, the drag of his cock inside you slow, maddening. His breath hitches when you clench around him, your thighs shaking. “you're gonna have to say it.”

You sob, your hips bucking uselessly between them, oversensitive,“Yes- yes, please,” you gasp, the words slurred, your voice breaking. “Please let me cum, please-”

Chan’s grip tightens on your throat just enough to cut off your next whimper, his hips snapping forward in one sharp, brutal thrust. “Then cum, baby” he says, and that’s all it takes- your body seizes, pleasure ripping through you so hard your vision whites out.

his rhythm stutters, his hips grinding deep as he groans, his cock pulsing inside you. You feel him cum, the hot spill of it, the way his fingers dig into your hip hard enough to bruise.

Hyunjin’s hand leaves your breast, sliding down to press against your stomach, right where Chan’s cock is buried inside you, and you sob at the pressure, oversensitive, “Fuck,” Chan breathes, his voice thick, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts slowing to lazy, rolling grinds.

Hyunjin’s fingers curl into your hair, tilting your head back against his chest as he murmurs, “Good girl,” against your temple, his lips brushing your skin. His other hand still works your clit, slow now, drawing out the last waves of your orgasm until you’re squirming.

Before you can catch your breath, Chan’s hands are on your hips again, flipping you over with a rough, effortless tug. The sheets scrape against your stomach as he maneuvers you onto your knees.

Your face lands inches from Hyunjin’s cock, the heat of it against your cheek. You don’t hesitate- your mouth opens, tongue dragging along the underside before taking him in. Hyunjin groans, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you deeper. Chan’s cock slides back into you from behind, just as a new song plays.

a/n: gov ball hyunchan made me do it now you guys deal with the aftermath #thankyouforcumming

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