apologies for lack of posts! going through insane writers block so requests would be highly appreciated!! (skz, ateez & katseye specifically for now <3)
𑄹 テ𓈒ֵ۫ ❙❘❙ ͏ྀི warnings: your best friend who’s known for kissing his friends takes his chance to take it a step further with you. bestfriend!wooyoung. fem!reader. making out.
a/n: my first ateez fic!! requests are open :3 and let me know if you wanna be on the ateez masterlist! (or main, skz, katseye)
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thinking about your clingy best friend, wooyoung, who loves to shower his friends with affection any time he gets the chance to. whenever he pecked your cheek, it was never a shock to you because you had got so used to the way he was, but you did notice the way his hands lingered for a moment too long on your waist.
“you always look so pretty, ynnie.” wooyoung grins, sat on the sink beside you as you perfected your makeup in the mirror, his eyes locked on you the whole time whilst talking.
“thank you, woo.” you glanced at him with a small smile, careful not to ruin your eye makeup.
“so cute” he mumbled, getting down from the sink as his arms wrapped around your waist from your side, you could see his face nearing yours, knowing what he wanted to do so you stuck out your face for him to peck your cheek. and that he does, but a little too close to your lips than usual.
“wow, that was scarily close to my lips, wooyo.” you chuckled, leaning into his embrace.
“would that be so bad?” wooyoung raised his eyebrows, looking at your through the mirror.
“what?” you chuckled nervously, his gaze intensely holding yours through the reflection, you see his eyes flicker to your lips, he smiles from feeling your breathing pick up.
“i mean, we’re friends. wouldn’t be weird would it?” he speaks, now looking at you directly, or more so your lips. “just let me try something?”
you looked at him before letting out a breath and nodding, “okay.”
it happened so fast, you almost missed it, his lips connected to yours in a quick peck before he laughed, “see? wasn’t so bad was-”
you quickly cut him off with a shake of your head, “shut up real quick.” you said before connecting your lips once more, this kiss more intense than the last. your hands trailed up his arms to hold the sides of his neck as his hands went to your hips. your tongue met his as he slowly pushed you back into the sink, your lower back coming in contact with it, you let out a small sound at the contact.
wooyoung pulls away from you slowly, but not before pressing two more kisses to your lips, a shit-eating grin on his face. “well, not what i had in mind but i’m not complaining.”
pairing. switch!fem!reader x switch!chan genre. smut wordcount. 2.5k warnings. blowjob, licking, spit kink, incorrect use of whipped cream, squirting, food kink, oral m & f recieving, fingering, temperature play ?, kissing, edging, testicle play, ass eating ( kinda ), ab riding, dry humping, degrading & praise kink, freaked out fr
riri's notes. being a chan bias is not for the weak i fear..💔💔 yes ik im like 7 months late on posting this
( SYNOPSIS ) after seeing chan's chiseled abs during the gda performance, you decide it's the perfect time to try out your kink & savour a sweet treat... and maybe get eaten too.
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dividers by: @suupersonic & @whor3ing
you were completely entranced by the sight of your boyfriend on your phone screen. not like you haven't seen him like this before—but this time was different. chan was feeling himself and honestly, as he should. your thighs clenched without you realizing it. you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the screen. sure you saw the other members, but your eyes were locked on your own boyfriend. god, why were you so turned on by him being shirtless?
you went to sleep aching, needy, & soaked. chan had been cooped up in the studio, completely unaware of his needy girlfriend. although he felt something was wrong since he didn't get his usual 'goodnight channie<3' text from you—he thought you were asleep.
the next day, you awoke with heavy arms wrapped around your waist, soft snoring filling your eardrums, and a gentle breath falling against your neck. chan. you rubbed your eyes trying to adjust to the streams of sunlight that fell through your blinds. chan shuffled around you and murmured your name. "y/n..?" you maneuvered to face him, "i'm here channie." you cupped his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips. when his eyes finally opened & you pulled away, a smile broke onto his lips. "morning princess."
whenever he wakes up, he doesn't even bother to hide the austrailan accent. it gets you wet every. single. time. you figured maybe you were ovulating, since everything this man did—even just breathing, turned you on.
chan pulled you back onto him, putting your face into the crook of his neck. you placed your palms on his chest, pushing back on him. “chan i wanna try something with you, but i don’t know if you’d like it.” you muttered, still looking at him.
he cocked his head to the side. “what is it baby?”
“putting whipped cream—like on your…abs..” your cheeks heated up instantly at your own words and you wanted to die in a hole.
“it’s because of that performance isn’t it?” he teased, booping your nose. chan didn't know that you were being completely serious. "what am i? a cake to you?" chan laughed, his eyes wrinkling as he did.
you didn't even answer. you just kissed him, needily. your hips absentmindedly chased his & you whimpered into the kiss that you, yourself, intiated. he kissed you back instantly, hands cradling your neck. chan groaned into the kiss, and slipped his tongue onto your lip, asking for permission. you allowed him in, feeling his tongue battling with yours—demanding dominance. but you weren't letting him win that easily. you pushed back against his chest, flipping you both over while still connected at the mouth.
chan pulled away for a second to breathe. "looks like i am a cake to you." you dove right back into his mouth, grinding your hips against his. you could feel a wet patch forming on your underwear. "hngh- fuck.!"
"humping me like a dog in heat? the morning just started baby." chan smiled at you, gazing at your pelvis moving back & forth. you muttered a quiet "shut up.", before picking up your pace.
although he was teasing you, chan had his own groans here and there. well that was until you stopped—completely.
an audible whine was heard from his throat, making you snicker at the role swap. "what? were you enjoying it? about to cum maybe?" you asked condensendingly. chan turned his head away into the pillows, which then led to you clutching his jaw & forcing it back towards your eyes. "on me. and fix your fucking face."
his cock twitched at your attitude. how could you go from a whimpering mess to brat tamer?
you removed yourself from his lap, slipping on your fluffy slides & starting to walk away. "w-wait! where are you going baby?" chan stammered, red rushing to his ears & neck. "don't worry i'm coming back." you said slyly, turning on your heel and walking out the door.
chan could almost suffocate himself with a pillow.
you padded over to the fridge and pulled it open. your eyes scanned the shelves until you found what you were looking for—whipped cream.
you snatched it from the fridge & began turning back to the bedroom. you appeared back into the doorway and chan let out an audible sigh, until he saw the whipped cream. "princess, you were serious about that?" chan questioned, sitting up with his buldge fighting against his sweatpants. "of course i was serious. you said that you're always wanting to try new things with me—and this is one of them. now unless you don't want to do this.. strip."
you enjoyed telling him what to do. he made it even more enjoyable since he was like a dog waiting for its owner to go and throw a stick. chan stripped almost immediately, as if waiting for this time to finally come.
you tossed the can of whipped cream on the bed and started undressing—painfully slow. you tugged at your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, revealing your plump breasts. your breasts sat pretty on your chest, almost glowing from the streams of sunlight falling against it.
"god, you're so beautiful.." chan said, getting up from the bed. he stood infront of you, resting his hands at the side of stomach. you stayed in your glory all this time until chan asked, "can i?" whilst tugging at your panties.
you nodded & chan fell to his knees. he was now face to face with your panty-soaked cunt. "smells so fucking delicious." chan’s veiny finger curled into lace and started pulling it down. mid way down your thigh, he replaced his finger with his teeth.
he looked up at you with those burning eyes of need. soon enough you stood bare infront of him.
“go to the bed.”
he obeyed, shrugging off his shirt in the process. clothes were scattered all over the floor. you placed your thighs on either side of him, and picked up the can of whipped cream. you were teasing him, you weren’t going to the spray the whipped cream yet. where’s the fun in that?
you kissed his pulse point, making chan let out a breathy groan. “right here channie?” you whispered, a sly smile decorating your face.
you moved your lips to make to stream of kisses down his torso; his pecs, sides, and most important part, his abs.
you perched your pussy ontop of the ridges of his abs and places your hands on his pecs for support. you grinded on them, letting your clit make delicious friction with his skin.
you moaned at the feel of his muscle on your ball of nerves. “fuck-“ chan’s hands found your waist and he helped guide you. “pretty girl making herself feel good on my abs yeah?” you nodded, moving your hips faster. breathy moans fell from your lips as your patterned motions fell sloppy.
chan's hands gripped your waist tighter, still forcing you to move. "ah- shit channie, m'so close!" you moaned, opening your eyes to look at him. his hands moved up to your tits, squeezing and flicking your hardened nipples. "y'gonna cum princess?"
you shook your head frantically at his question, snaking your own hand downwards to rub your clit. you came with a sharp cry of his name and a jolt of your thighs. "ngh- chan!"
he helped you ride out your high, making you continue to rub against his body. "all because of one performance y/n?" you smacked his chest lightly, a small smile jumping at your lips.
"m'not done yet." you said, hopping off of his abs, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. chan laughed, not fully believing you until he remembered something—the whipped cream can.
the clink of your nails against the can brought back the full memory. "oh- you were still serious?" he stammered, sweat beading across his hairline. "i've been serious about this. now, i'm giving you one last chance to back out—whipped cream or no whipped cream?"
chan didn't even think twice before answering.
"whipped cream."
your eyes lit up at his allowance. "good choice."
you were perched at the side of his body, holding the whipped cream can like a bit of a maniac. chan confirmed your plan for the last time. "go on baby, do as you please."
you put a stripe of whipped cream inbetween the valley of his pecs, down his abs that still had your cum on them, and the base of his cock. chan shivered at the coldness being put on his skin, but quickly adjusted to it. you kitten-licked a piece of the cream, before slowly licking it off of his skin. you looked up at him with those needy, lustful eyes all whilst doing it. "f-fuck you're gonna kill me one day." he whimpered. (yes he whimpers idc.)
you were on all fours, ontop of him, caging him in entirely. then, you dipped your head and stuck your tongue out, cleaning him up. you moved down slower at an agonizing pace, leaving chan to shiver under your muscle. "you can't go any faster baby? i'll be good i promise." chan mewled, hands clawing desperately at the sheets.
you pulled your head back up, "no, and be patient, or i'll stop."
that kept him quiet.
you kept going, further down his chest, on each ridge of his abs, and finally down to the base of his cock. you turned to sight to chan, who is sweating profusely. "so pathetic, but so cute." you giggled, finally licking off the cream from his dick. you swirled your tongue around his angry, leaking dip, making him squirm.
finally, you began bobbing your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could before gagging. you wrapped your right hand around the rest of his length and left around his testicles. you moved your right hand with the rhythm of your mouth, making chan groan.
“fuck baby.. y’feel so good- taking me so well.”
your hand clutched at his balls, squeezing and pulling them, eliciting a hiss from his lips. you pulled off of him, just to let a fat glob of your spit land on the head of his cock.
it made him shiver; the warmth of it, the view of your tits under the light that slipped threw the blinds. beautiful honestly.
you rubbed your spit all over his dick, making him whine. (YES HE WHINES IDGAF🤣) you put your mouth back on him, picking up your pace.
the tell-tale sign that chan was close was that his hips starting bucking. you slapped his pelvis area quickly, stopping his actions. “fuck- i’m sorry baby!”
eventually, his hot load of cum ran down your throat. you pulled your mouth off of him, but continued stroking him, riding out his high.
“feels good channie?” you asked, before he slurred his words, turning his head to the side. you grabbed his jaw, forcing it upwards so he could look at you, “eyes on me.”
his eyes shot open, “m’sorry, it feels so good-“
though now is where you started to overstimulate him. you still kept stroking his cock, making him shudder. his abs flexed under your repeated motion, and his hair stuck to his forehead from all the sweat on it.
“is it too much? should i stop pretty boy? hm?” you asked, running your finger down his length. “n-no, it feels good!”
“that’s good because i’m not stopping till’ you cum again.”
you began to pick up your pace again, forcing him to cry out your name & buck his hips wildly. “it’s too much! y/n- ngh!” though chan’s body betrayed him.
more spurts of his release came out, landing on your cheeks and lips. his chest heaved as he whispered “fuck, that was so hot..”
you took a finger to your cheeks, gathered all the cum and put it right on the plain of your tongue. you swallowed, looking straight into his eyes while doing so.
you crawled back up to his face and tapped his lips twice. “open.”
chan obeyed, parting his lips, waiting for your next instruction. you then let the mixture of your spit and his semen fall down into his throat. you closed his mouth with your finger, “swallow it.”
like the good boy he is, chan swallowed.
“good boy channie.”
after he swallowed, you captured him in a kiss, the remnants of his cum and the mix of both of you guy’s spit swirling around between your mouths.
chan sat up, one head on your jaw , the other running up & down your back. he groaned into the kiss, tilting your head back, sucking on your pulse point.
before you knew it, there was a dark spot blooming on the side of your neck. “all marked up f’me.” he breathed, before flipping you over onto your back, where his previous position was.
“now it’s my turn, i get to eat my own cake now.” he smirked, snatching up the whipped cream can.
chan’s tongue swirled around your right nipple first, biting, licking and then biting again. “o-oh fuck-“ you yelped, before the switched to the other one.
but chan gave you no time to recover, he put a fat mountain of whipped cream, right on your clit. you jolted at the temperature of it, squirming by the fact that he was just watching you suffer.
“you look so sweet baby.. maybe we should do this more often..” he teased, diving his between your thighs, licking the whipped cream off your ball of nerves.
chan lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders, keeping him locked onto your cunt. his rotation of sucking, biting, and tongue-fucking you had your body squirming. he snuck his thumb onto clit, circling it in perfect rhythm alongside his tongue.
“oh- ngh chan!” you yelped, feeling his mouth suck wildly on your nerves.
your hand snaked down to tangle into his blonde locks, tugging from the root at the raw pleasure his mouth was bringing you. chan lifted his head, stopping his movements, “yeah baby keep pulling, so fuckin’ sexy..”
you pushed his head back down onto your cunt and he laughed against it. the vibrations sent a which straight your spine, which caused you to buck your hips up.
you kept rolling your hips to meet his tongue and you swear you saw actual stars.
“shit! chan m’so close- please keep going! feels so g-good…” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair as you chased your orgasm.
registering your words, chan picked up the pace of his thumb running around on your clit, alongside his tongue thrusting in and out of you.
he also occasionally licked down to your asshole, pushing the tip of his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. you squirmed every time he did.
you eventually tipped right over the edge, your release gushing out of your sopping pussy and onto his face & tongue.
“fuck- ah! m’cumming, m’cumming, m’cumming channie fuuuckkk….!” you screamed his name, pushing his head onto your sex to ride out your high. your body was jerking violently as he kept going a little after your orgasm was over.
he thankfully lifted off of you, looking straight into your eyes, cum on his cheeks and lips- and then this idiot smiles. like actually fucking smiles should you’re still trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm you just had.
𑄹 テ𓈒ֵ۫ ❙❘❙ ͏ྀི warnings: jealous!megan. fem!reader. wlw. mostly fluff i guess?? suggestive if you squint. another one for jealous megan🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
a/n: STOPPPP I MISSED YOU SO BADDD!!! i’m doing well thank you, i hope you are too :3 ily
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“megan, you’ll never believe what just happened.” you said, walking back into your and megan’s shared dorm, bags in both hands after going shopping with yoonchae and manon.
“what, baby?” she looked up at you from her phone, her big eyes staring into yours, all her attention now onto you.
“when i was at the shops, a girl came up to me and said she thought i was beautiful, which is lovely cause i thought she was saying it in a cute supportive girly way,” you begin speaking, sitting next to your girlfriend, completely missing the way her eyes squinted as soon as you mentioned a girl called you beautiful, she knew it was true of course but she didn’t think it was necessary for any other woman bar her to be telling you that, “but then she asked for my number? so i was immediately like no no, i’m practically married.”
“we are married,” megan said sternly, her tone not aiming at you but even imagining that the girl was in front of her, she could feel her irritation growing. megan wasn’t insecure in any way, and you would never make her feel a certain way, but she was such a jealous girl. “what did she say after that?”
“she kept pushing by saying like oh we can be friends and i was still saying no to the point manon had to say like she’s happily in a relationship.” you sighed, “i was just trying to shop.” you chuckled.
“mmm, you’re not going without me next time.” megan said, her hand squeezing your thigh, making her mark on you (which she should’ve literally done at this point).
“i don’t want to.” you shook your head, placing a few kisses on her cheek in reassurance, you knew she didn’t need it cause megan knew you would never look in another direction, but you just needed to make sure she knew you were hers. and she knew.
“i’ll stick my tongue in your mouth in public if that’s what i have to do.” megan said, her tone as serious as ever as you burst out into laughter next to her. you loved your jealous girl.
you kind of wished he had never found out about it. not really, but now it certainly seems he likes to use it as leverage against you.
your boyfriend was gentle in all the ways that count. soft touches that made you feel like precious art. sweet words of encouragement that made you feel seen. but sometimes you feel like he might be too gentle with you.
the only times he ever let that soft-handed mask down were when he was fucking you.
and the first time he ever found out about your little infatuation, he seemed to have grown a little more comfortable with roughing it up a little.
“oh god… oh baby. fuck, you feel so good.” on your stomach, face pressed into the sheets, san’s face nudged in the tight space where your neck meets your shoulder. his arms caged either side of your head, resting his forearms next to your ears.
his chest was glued to your back, your spine digging into his stomach. bare and hot and wet, your bodies pressed against each other without an inch of space to speak for. your entire body shivered when he forced himself deeper into you, his curved, thick cock splitting your cunt open.
this position had him so deep, so invasive, so full. his hips rolled against the flesh of your ass, san’s voice dipping low in needy moans when you squeezed around him while he pulled his hips back, listening to the slick sound your pussy made, trying to keep him inside.
“pussy’s so warm today, baby.” he lets his mouth fall open against the shell of your ear, panting and groaning to make your brain melt. “making me feel so fucking crazy, you make me feel crazy, pretty.”
you forced your head out of the pillow when you felt his thrusts slow to a deep grind, pulling a ragged whine from your mouth. you pried your eyes open to watch as his arms moved around your head.
“turn, look at us.” he kisses below your ear, and drags his tongue up the side of your cheek. his right arm reaches and grabs his phone from the corner of the bed, holding it tight in his hand and scrolling and pressing buttons.
you forget he keeps a tall mirror against his bedroom wall, right next to the end of his bed. you can see the top halves of your melded bodies. his big, broad shoulders shadow your littler form under him. his soft, flushed face meeting your eyes in the reflection, his big, meaty arms flexing and twitching around your head every time he moved.
you watch to try and see what he was doing, and he punishes your nosiness with a sharp, deep thrust that makes your calf lock up.
“mind your business, babydoll.” he grumbles, then you feel it. his left arm curls around the front of your throat, tight. the muscles twitch and contract over your neck, just enough to limit your breathing. snug, warm and secure around the front of your throat.
he feels you tighten around his cock, and it makes his skin prickle. “ooh, fuck…” he groans and you feel his voice vibrate against your back. you forced your eyes up and you can see his phone recording your reflection in the mirror. catching the fucked out look on your face, his thick arm wrapped around your throat in an owning headlock.
his mouth spreads into a sly grin when your eyes roll when he pulls back his hips and then sinks his cock back into you so slowly, so smoothly, your legs jerk under him to try and escape the feeling.
“my soft little slut…” san leans down to whisper in your ear, the flash of his camera moving with each thrust. he licks the tears that pool at the corner of your eyes before he drags his head back up to watch you both in the mirror.
“look at you go, baby.” he praises around a heated smile. “drooling all over my arm like some kind of puppy. does that feel good? hm?”
you whimper out an incoherent agreement, and he giggles softly, littering the nape of your neck with soft kisses. he adjusts his hips to drag against that deeper, sweeter spot, that makes you still and lightly sink your teeth into his arm.
he keeps that meaner pace, deep heavy strokes in your guts that you can do nothing but lie under his body and take. his arm around your neck made clouds swim around in your brain. he tightens the hold, and you squeal loudly, barely catching the way he zooms in with his phone to better catch the pretty look on your face.
your cheeks squished by his muscles, your eyes desperate and heavy-lidded. he thought you looked so cute, and who would’ve thought that all he had to do to get you this needy was to put you in a headlock.
san fucks you greedily, the curve of him perfectly hitting that spot that turned your mind off. his voice egged you on, his low moans, and his pretty heavy breaths. groaning ’mhms’ of approval with every thrust into you as if he was grading the feel of your cunt around him. with every stroke, you only seemed to get even wetter, and the proof was the sticky web of your slick that clung to his base.
“mm, i love fucking my baby, slow… and stupid.” he attaches his lips to the pulse point on your neck, sucking and running his tongue over the sensitive spot of skin. “jus wanna fuck you so deep it hurts.”
he’s in your ear, talking to you and only you. all the while his phone catches every moment, every thrust and every moan.
his lower stomach repeatedly brushes against your back, his cock stirring up your insides at the most, torturous and delicate pace. the slow smack of flesh, the sticky hollow sound of your cunt swallowing all of him.
you feel his knees brace against either side of your hips again, adjusting his posture a little. his arm around your throat tightens to your near limit, his head nudges against your neck, his lips whispering against your cheek.
this way he uses your neck as leverage to anchor is body to allow him to fuck his cock into you a little faster, a little rougher.
“yeah, baby, yeah. take all of me. all of me.” san’s voice drops into a breathy purr, pressing his lips directly against your ear, the soft skin tickling you. “givin this pussy a workout hm?”
you groan and kick your feet, and he laughs at you as hand from the arm he’s got your neck trapped in buries itself in your tangled hair and yanks your head to the side so you’re fully facing the mirror, your ear resting below his jaw.
“you like to be lazy. you like to lie here— fuck… lie here and take dick, helpless and limp. let sannie do all the work huh, princess? let this pussy do all the work for you?”
he turns his head and your eyes catch in the mirror. his eyes are lidded, competent and heated. yours are foggy, tear-glazed, spent. he smiles at your expression and growls under his breath when you clench around his dick again.
his fingers scrape against your scalp with every heavy stroke of his hips, his pretty grunts and moans making your belly twist into swirls.
your hands grasp at the sheets, your cries coming out choked and breathy then more san fucked you, and he seemingly forgot that you needed to breathe until you tapped on his bicep to tell him to let up.
he does immediately, loosening the hold on your throat. you gasp and choke, but he doesn’t stop moving his hips, fucking you slow and deep while you regain your breath.
“aww, ‘m sorry babydoll.” he kisses your temple and you could feel him giggle against your skin. his voice lowers to that brain ticking whisper and you feel your air stolen from you again.
“bet you would’ve looked so pretty passed out on my cock.” he finally sets down his phone and takes his now free hand and trails it down your body, running along the side of your waist, his hips never stopping that deep, languid push and pull.
“looking all soft and sleepy.” his hand snakes between your body and the bed and finds your clit with his coarse fingertips. you gasp and squirm under him, your body shaking as a plea for mercy. san only laughs, circling upwards against the sensitive nerves while he splits your pussy open, over and over and over again.
“think i could still make you cum in your sleep princess?” he whispers against your throat and you feel as his arm tightens its hold around your throat once again. you feel the bed start to shake and your cunt start to burn with pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, filling you long and deep at just the right angle.
“mmhm, soak my cock baby.” he growls under a moan, letting his tongue fall from his mouth and tasting the flushed skin on your throat. “make it smell like you.”
he bites his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrow, his cock pounding into you so full he just might had been close to fucking your cervix.
his fingers on your clit continue to move at that dragging, spherical pattern that helps that pressure build slowly. stroke my stroke, praise by praise. you melt under his body while he uses you as he sees fit. your pussy sucks him in everytime he draws back, your pretty little moans make san’s head spin.
“gonna fuck myself to that video everynight while im on tour.” he promises against your skin, your orgasm dangerously close to sweeping you onto the floor. he rolls his hips with every thrust, forcing his fat tip to press against your gspot.
“eee..every n-night..?” you whimper deliriously, his cock effectively having cut off all cognitive function, a stupid smile spread across your face.
he laughs and kisses your shoulder as he rolls his hips a little harder. “mhm, every night baby. i'll send you some videos so this pussy-” he thrusts hard this time, as if acknowledging her himself. “-doesn't miss me too much. want you to remember how good i make you feel while i'm gone.”
you shake violently when his tip nudges that spot just right, and right at that moment you cum on the spot. your limbs jerk and twitch and once san’s felt you cumming he eases his hips into a faster rut, pounding your pussy through your orgasm, fucking you through it.
“there we go, there we go. let it take you baby, keep cumming, keep cumming for me.” he pinches your clit and teases it with gentle brushes while he mounts you on his mattress.
his arm is covered in your drool, the red indentations of your bite marks inflamed on his skin. san looks back at you in the mirror, and you’re too out of it to notice as he pulls out his phone again and starts to record the reflection.
your eyes are shut and your brows are furrowed in bliss, lips parted in pathetic whines, your cheek resting against his bicep. he keeps his eyes on the mirror as your face twists in overstimulation when he starts to grind his cock deep into you.
his muscles flex, and he can feel the strain in his wrist from continually holding the camera up to capture you two. your shoulder twitches every time he bottoms out into your pussy, and your eyelids flutter every time he presses his palm against your lower stomach. he catches every change in expression, every twitch of your body, every lilt in your moans.
he always misses you so bad when hes away, so he always makes sure he fucks you so unbelievably well that you could probably do without him for at least a few days.
until you’re sore, or your stomach burns, or you physically can’t cum anymore. and he’ll be so methodic, so thorough, so gentle. anything to get you satiated for the first few days in his absence.
he's gotta work you out of his system somehow anyway, or else he'll be a horny, delirious wreck on tour.
helloo, I have a nexz request! is there a way you can do texts where reader messages the members after a bad date? (members have a crush on reader)
ᯓ★NEXZ x reader | after a bad date
essence ➜ after a date leaves you questioning yourself, NEXZ is quick to remind you that the right person would never make you feel like you weren’t enough.
could you write a fic about how filming the new nexz k-drama made yu and geon realize they actually do want to kiss and wish they could be together? and/or also that it made hyui realize he likes dressing up and looking like a girl and that tomoya or seita (your choice!) make him feel safe and validated in those feelings?
*sorry i've never requested before so i hope this is how to do it!
hiii. thank you so much for requesting but i don’t write member x member! so sorry about this <33
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