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[hyvnesangel]

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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[baby-yongbok]

STRAY HEARTS: RENT-A-BOYFRIEND

⤷ Agent Assigned: Lee Minho x afab!reader

⤷ Client Scenario: A fake date at the bar your ex bartends at turns into a perfectly messy moment and a new connection.

⤷ Case Warnings: public sex, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation

⤷ WC: 2.6k

♡ Stray Hearts File: 004 of 010

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Your match has already arrived.

You'd run but you're wearing heels. Crickets are singing and you're freaking out while cutting the line at the nightclub your now ex boyfriend bartends at to meet your fake hot date… a normal Tuesday. 

The club is packed in a semi-calm way. Not overly rowdy with rainbow lights like other clubs. Your ex used to call it “fancy chaos” but you figured that was a lie since he was so good at those. You're looking around as soon as you get in but try not to make it obvious. The app says he's here. He said he'd wear Gucci and you figured he was a showy asshole—that's why you picked him. 

You don't see him by the bar, or the tables, the dance floor is a mess and—

“Looking for me?” You jump, turn fast with a hand over your chest. 

“Jeez—” there he is. Tall enough, Gucci jacket and matching pants. Perfect for the club, perfect for you.  

“Scared you?” You nod, taking a slower breath. “I meant to.” Oh, he's weird? The secret kind that sneaks up on you… you’ve encountered worse. He holds out his hand and you take it slowly. Very slowly. 

“Lee Minho, but you knew that.” He doesn't smile, isn't condescending, just straight to the point. You can work with that. You tell him your name and he hums like he already had your star chart memorized. 

You get right to it after that. “My ex is over there, I was thinking—” he cuts you off, smooth, laces his fingers with yours

“Follow my lead.” 

“Oh… okay.”

He starts leading you across the dance floor, hand warm and it's now that you get to take him in… this man is thick. Chest and thighs and just wow. 

When you get to the bar your ex is flirting with some girl while her boyfriend right beside her, fitting. Minho leans on the bar facing him and turns your back to him, he guides you closer, close enough to look comfortable. Close enough to look taken. 

“If this is going to work you have to look madly in love with me.” He doesn't smile, he smirks, big difference. There's something dark to it. Something that's five steps ahead. 

He's right though. You snap yourself out of staring and smile at him, a real smile. You lean a touch closer, lay your hand closer to his and laugh at nothing at all. 

Lights, camera, action. 

Minho smiles now, perfect and wide and says the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard. 

"You ever think about how fucked we’d be if horses were carnivores?” you lose it, cause he's right and also wow. That laugh is just what he needed, though it is beautifully distracting. Minho looks down the bar and your ex is looking over like he’s trying to figure something out. Good. Minho goes again. 

"Imagine being the first person to see a cow and deciding to drink whatever came out of it.”

You cover your mouth this time, leaning into him. “Ew.” 

“Exactly.” He hums, eyes lighting up a bit. Gosh, you do have a pretty laugh, he's sure he'd recognize it too. “Imagine that. Warm white stuff from under a cow… let me drink it.”

“I mean, it's not too different from other things.” You say it before you can access the sense to stop. Minho's eyebrows raise, his head tilts a bit, and that damned smirk is back. 

“Oh, we're gonna have some fun.” Then he raises his hand for the bartender. “Buckle up, buttercup.”

Your ex sees him raise his hand and his reluctance tells Minho that he figured out it's you. He sends a co-worker over but Minho keeps looking at your ex. “Mm mm.” He motions towards him, smiling. “We want him, right princess?” Minho's hand finds your waist, sweet and warm and a little dizzying. You play along, nodding sweetly. 

“Yeah, he makes my drink perfectly every time. I think it's called—”

“Denial is a river?” Minho suggests smoothly and you have to bite your lip not to laugh. 

“That one, yeah.” The man behind the bar couldn't care less. He calls over your ex and tells him that he'll switch with him. Minho sees the moment your old flame tried to make himself burn bright enough to miss. 

“What can I get you?” His voice makes something happen in your chest. Not good, not anymore. It's more like anxiety. You don't know how but Minho notices, he squeezes your waist just slightly and you look up at him to find him already looking at you. 

“What do you want, baby?” He looks over at your ex. “Give her a second, yeah? She's the cute thoughtful type.” Minho walks you through some drinks options niceeee and slow and affectionate. At one point you find yourself moving in closer. There's something about him that's magnetic, like he's making space for you to slip right into him. 

“Give me something strong.” You look your ex in the eyes when you say it, borrowing some of Minho's courage to throw in a smile too. “Shaken and make it pretty.”

You can see that he has something he'd like to say, maybe ask why you're here or when you moved on. It's been months and he's been with half this damn club, now it's your turn even if it's fake. Minho coos something sweet when you finally order, hand wandering a bit lower on your hip for show… you think.

“I'll make mine simple.” the smile that he gives your ex belongs to an anime villain.  “I'll have a gin martini. Hendrick's if you have it. Stirred for exactly thirty seconds, not shaken. Extra cold. Lemon twist, no olives. In a chilled Nick and Nora glass if possible. If not, a coupe is fine. And could I get a sidecar of sparkling water with a lemon wedge? No seeds with the lemon, please.”

Your throat burns from trying not to laugh. Your ex looks at him and just stares for a second before asking “are you serious?” Minho's smile drops clean off his face, he stares, then asks, “do I look like I'm kidding?”

You're left alone in an instant. He starts making your drinks while you laugh into Minho's chest. 

“What the hell is that order?”

“My usual.” He teases. His hand smooths up your back now and you stand straighter at the feeling “Hm?”

He looks at you like he's actually trying to memorize something. His fingers tickle down your spine and you squirm a bit. “Sensitive?”

You hum a pathetic sound then try to hide it. Minho presses his fingertips a bit firmer, “Cute.” then his hand is gone. You almost protest the absence, almost grab his wrist, but then your drinks arrive. 

Your's first, then his. Neither of you look at your ex anymore. You still feel the ghost of his fingers tickling your spine and Minho's suddenly very interested to see where else makes a pretty girl squirm. 

“Ya’ll got a bathroom?” Minho asks, still looking at you for a lingering second before tilting his head expectantly at your ex. 

“Yeah.” He doesn't say anything else and Minho scoffs. 

“Finish the job, you look like you're quick. C'mon.” You laugh this time. Hard. So hard that you snort. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth and the corner of Minho's mouth turns up just a touch. He likes that more than he expected. 

Your ex hates this, his face says it all. “They're to the right down the hall.”

“Single stalls? One room?”

“Stalls.” he answers, fed up. 

“Am I bothering you?” Minho asks, voice a little meaner now. “Cause I can take my pretty girl to the bathroom and leave you to your lonesome.”

He glares between you and Minho, then again. “No sex allowed in the bathrooms.”

Minho hums, standing straighter with his hand nearly on your ass. “Who said anything about sex?” You're just impressed by how well he's showing off. This is money well spent. Minho fixes his jacket, flashing the Gucci stripes a bit and enjoying your exes glare. “But don't worry, she'll be quick.” You look up at Minho at that one. You'll be quick? Not him? You don't miss that distinction. 

Minho slaps some bills onto the counter and waves your boyfriend off. Once he’s gone he turns back to you, he doesn’t get to say a thing before you bring it up. “I'll be quick?” You turn into him, standing impossibly close now. Minho looks at you, eyes on yours. 

“If you're as sensitive there as you are on your spine, yeah, you will be.” You're sure your neck is starting to flush, ears too. It's hot, maybe it's your drink that you haven't even tried yet. You just need an excuse. 

“What's your plan here?” You bite your lip and Minho's eyes drop to it. He takes a second, just a quick quiet second before cupping your chin and tilting it up a bit. Just a bit. 

“The plan's to make you come.” Yeah. You're definitely flushed. “If that's what you want. I think I can make it worth your money.”

You finally lay a hand on his chest, messing with the buttons on his jacket. “You think you can?”

Minho raises an eyebrow, hums an amused laugh then looks out to the dance floor for a second, just a second. “Don't challenge me, I'll get carried away. 

Your hand slips inside his jacket, so close to the warm skin beneath his shirt. Teasingly close. “Maybe I want you to.” 

That does it. “We're going. Now.” He doesn't have to tell you twice. You let him take your hand again and lead you towards the hall opposite the bathrooms. You look back, confused.

“Where are we going?” He doesn't slow, just calls back an answer. 

“I'm not fucking you in a bathroom.” Aw, he's considerate. 

Minho leads you towards an empty VIP booth with a half cleared table. There's barely a curtain and it's busy enough that none of the drunk partygoers around you would be able to tell that you're ruining your panties. Minho slides in first, guiding you behind him and shifts you onto his lap. There's more than enough room and you're more than comfortable taking up space like this. 

“Be honest.” Minho looks up at you with eyes that shine unfairly bright. “Does this cost extra?” He scoffs, hands smoothing up your waist. He watches his fingers brush over the curves of your dress. 

“I'm not guacamole.” You laugh again, hard just like before. Minho smiles, actually smiles. “That damn laugh.” Then he's kissing you. His mouth seals over yours in a hot wet kiss that makes you moan into him. His hands slot on your waist and yours on his chest. Your hips move in small rocking motions with every kiss. You can't help it. 

Minho breaks the kiss first, laying his forehead against yours while guiding your rocking into full on riding. “Pretty girl.” He situated you so that you're straddling one thigh, hips rocking over the rough denim. Your panties are growing stickier by the second. The pressure feels like sex itself. “Pretty laugh makes me wanna hear her moan.”

“Wanna hear you too.” Minho smiles, kisses you harder just cause that was so damn cute of you.

“We're gonna take care of you tonight, kitten.” Then his hands start guiding firmer. Your sopping core is dragged forward, back, forward. Your panties roll to the side themselves and Minho presses up for perfect pressure. 

You swallow a sound and he squeezes your hip. “Nuh uh.” he starts bouncing his leg a bit, making himself vibrate against you. “Let me hear it, right in my ear, c'mere.” 

You lean close enough for your lips to brush the shell of his ear, close enough to smell his shampoo and cologne—and you moan. Sweet and a little deep and Minho swears it's perfect. 

“Oh, baby.” He guides you faster, your grinding turns into dry humping and moans turn into whines. There's a wet spot on Minho's jeans from his cock leaking through layers of fabric, then another from your flooding cunt. 

“Minho—” that gets a groan from him. His hands cupping your ass now, kneading and squeezing while you whisper and babble against his neck. “I'm gonna cum.” 

He keeps pace, doesn't change it, something your ex could never seem to do. That alone makes you wet his jeans. It's a gush, not squirting but just as messy. Minho fucking loves it. 

“She's so messy.” You pull back and look at him with dazed eyes and wet lips. “Let's see”

His hand finds wet flesh under your dress, swiping his fingers over your clit, then small circles. Your spine bows, hips bare down, still sensitive from your high. You whimper, he hums. 

“Pretty kitty is sensitive, huh?” The tips of his fingers press inside then back. “Can you take two?” You nod before sense can catch up. 

Minho likes that. “Good girl.” Then he's pressing in. His fingers sink deep into gooey flesh and your mouth parts with no sound. It's sensitive. It's tight and burns so good. 

“Minho, m’ gonna make a mess.” He looks at you like he's waiting to be told when he asked. His fingers move once, pull back and sink. 

“Give me something to clean up.” It's over after that. He moves like he wants to see you split in two. 

You're straddling both his thighs now, spread open by him. The squelch your cunt cries out is obscene, so much so, that someone at a neighboring booth looks up to the ceiling like they heard it. You can't help but chuckle, and Minho stops completely. 

“Do that again.” You tilt your head, mutter a small “huh?” But he's already tickling your spine. You yelp and chuckle, nails digging into his shoulder.

Minho's teeth sink into his bottom lip and his fingers curl inside of you, deeper, perfect. “So tight when she laughs.” You're holding on by a thread. Your foreheads on his again, he's talking you through it with sweet names and praise. 

“That’s it, keep it up, baby.”

“Gonna make me cum, looking so pretty...”

“Gimme another one, kitty, c'mon.”

Your orgasm is creeping up on you, each and every methodical curl of his fingers is bringing you closer and closer, you're close, so close.

“Min—” you hide your face in his neck and let out a wet and long moan. Drooling a bit into the collar of his jacket. Minho's fingers keep going, helping you ride it out, but his rhythm falters. His breath catches and he groans something broken deep in his chest. “Did you just…”

His breathing picks up just a touch uneven. You pull back, look down, and both wet spots are spreading. He came in his jeans. Finished untouched. Unreal. Impressive. 

Minho looks up at you, eyelids fluttering like he's still a bit dazed when he says— “kiss me.” 

You do. You meet him in the middle and kiss him softly. Soft enough to hear his slight hum when your warmth settles. “Perfect.” He murmurs then kisses you again. 

“He's” kiss “an” kiss “idiot” 

That makes you chuckle against him, soft and sweet. Minho pulls back then, looking at you for a moment. You’ve cracked him a bit. He blames that laugh. He loves it a little too much for this to be fake. 

“So.” You murmur, rubbing the tip of your nose over his. “Venmo or Zelle?”

Minho hums, face serious, humorless. “Your number.” You lift your brows at him, smile a bit and he gives you that damn smirk. “I'll take that instead."

a/n: I have been soooooo in my head about this series. I hope that you enjoyed!

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[jektaev]

• ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ * ੈ✩‧

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓— 'Round the bend, i'll follow

𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕‪‪ ❤︎‬ +18 ♯ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙. 𝐹 -𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍!(𝒎)𝒓𝒆𝒄. 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .

Your boyfriend's just loveee to tease you. Finding you all worked up after they came back to you from the gym - they just wanted you show you how much they've grown.

Jeongin sits behind you, his arms holding your to stay open spread, using all his strength to keep you open. Chan is found in between your legs; head deep down into your sopping cunt, tongue eating you out with such a percise precision that makes your toes curl.

You're hips can't help but grind against his face - the pleasure is just too sweet. "Ah, ah, Jeongin hold her hips down." With a smirk, he complied. His hands now gripping down on your hips.

Moaning with every kitten lick the blonde tease's you with for disobeying. "You want more don't you?" Jeongin lifts your chin up, your head thrown back against his shoulder - turning you to kiss him messily. His tongue invades yours as you whimper against his lips, he smiles against you feeling how badly your shaking.

Chan wanted to keep teasing you but once he say you were getting more pleasure from jeongin just kissing you, he started getting jealous. Chan's naisl dig into your inner thighs as his mouth works on sucking on your clit - ever so desperately. His nose pressing against you making you shiver and pull away from jeongin.

"Oh f-fuck channie!" You shout out.

Jeongin glares down at chan and all he does is give them an annoyed look. His slender fingers find your nipples and plays with them making you arch into his touch. The boys are practically fighting for dominance but you could care less as long as they continue pleasing you.

-

The roles are switched now, you're lips wrapped around chan's cock with jeongin's brutal thrusts hitting you raw from the back. Chan moves your hair out of your face holding it up into a ponytail.

"She wanted us to fight, now look at her. Choking and gagging on it, all quiet now." Chan says pushing himself to hit the back of your throat. Jeongin's hands run out your bare back using your hips to push you back against him. "She's so tight hyung, she loves it." He grits out feeling you clench around him.

"You love it so much don't you baby?" You nod, a slight little yes that comes out as a whimper as it's swallowed by the giant cock in your mouth making him shiver. Jeongin's balls slap against you with every thrust of every inch being taken out and getting slammed back in with all his strength. His eyes never leave the sight of your ass clapping against his hips with every piston.

You don't forget about the cock in front of you, you're tongue swirls and pleasures the man above you - hazy eyes looking up at him while you take it all.

"Fuck I could cum doll just from that doll." Chan leaves a little pat on your cheek and continues to fuck into your throat. "Then do it already, i'm close." The maknae grits out throwing his head back at the arch you forced yourself into to take him deeper.

Both of them pick up their passes rapidly, fucking into you making you feel lightheaded. The pleasure of both cocks being forced into you makes you tremble and you're legs are threatening to give up. Feeling your climax build in your belly, you find your nails digging into chan's thighs. Crescents being imprinted but he could care less. "Breathe through your nose–fuck, just like that.. yes-"

Jeongin's the first to cum, shooting his ropes of cum into your pussy mixing with your climax that ozzes down your thighs. "Oh fuck– ha, h-holy fuck," He stays pressed against you still pushing into feeling him continue to shoot out cum.

Chan's comes straight after, his cum hot against your tongue, shooting into the back of your throat. He pulls out a little after, still having some left and shooting it onto your face watching it drip down to your throat. "Such a pretty doll." You take every drop, swallowing his seed whole and trying to lick it off your face.

"Poor thing, you left her blind hyung." Jeongin says seeing your body give out catching you before you could hit the pillows. He holds you and helps you clean off the cum, telling you a mix of sweet and filthy praises. The maknae is sneaky, the two of you under the sheets as chan doesn't notice the boy's fingers pumping his cum back into your womb. "Shh, our secret." Is the last thing you hear before you doze off to sleep.

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[b4echo]

GOLDEN HOUR, GOLDEN GIRL 、 hhj

⎯⎯ ❛ what better way to start your birthday than to fuck your boyfriend? ❜

❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 ❫ ﹒﹒ hhj x f!reader 𝟵𝟱𝟵 smut birthday sex unprotected p in v

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hyunjin whispered your name, his voice like velvet against your skin. he pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of your neck, his long hair tickling your shoulder. “wake up, birthday girl”

you blinked slowly, the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains of the bedroom. as your vision cleared, you saw hyunjin propped up on his elbow, a soft, lopsided smile tugging at his lips. he looked ethereal in the early light, his dark eyes shimmering with an affection that made your chest ache.

“happy birthday, my muse,” he said softly. he began tracing delicate, intricate patterns over your collarbone with his fingertip, punctuating each one with a feather-light kiss.

turning your head, you gasped. across the room, a literal mountain of gifts sat atop the chaise lounge, wrapped in elegant, shimmering gold paper that caught the sunlight.

“hyunjin, you didn’t…” you started, your voice thick with disbelief.

he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek. “i wanted to,” he murmured, his gaze intense. “let me spoil you, okay?”

a playful, daring spark ignited in your chest. Instead of responding with words, you surged upward, straddling his lap and tangling your fingers into the soft, silken strands of his hair. you caught his lips in a deep, hungry kiss, feeling the familiar hum of his surprise melt into a low, rumbling groan against your mouth.

since the two of you always slept naked, there were no clothes between you — which basically meant less time to waste. as you moved against him, you felt him grow firm against your thigh, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

hyunjin pulled back just an inch, his breath hitching, his dark eyes searching yours. “are you sure? i had a whole breakfast planned first”

“it can wait,” you whispered, leaning down to nip at his lower lip. “i want you”

he let out a shaky breath, his large hands finding your waist to steady you as he sat up fully against the headboard. the sun caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the grace of his movements; he looked like a painting come to life.

with a tender, focused expression, he reached between you, rubbing against your folds to spread your slickness around. he moved slowly, his touch deliberate and worshipful. he then guided himself to your entrance, the friction sending a jolt of heat straight to your core.

“take me in, love,” he rasped, his eyes never leaving yours.

you lowered yourself slowly, gasping as he filled you completely. the sensation was overwhelming — a deep, solid ache that reached deep into your belly. you threw your head back, your neck arching as a soft cry escaped you. hyunjin groaned, his hands gripping your hips firmly, pulling you down to meet every inch of him.

he reached up, one hand cupping your breast, his thumb circling your nipple until it was a tight peak. then, leaning forward, he latched onto your skin, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he sucked deeply.

“jinnie- fuck… i can feel you so deep,” you whimpered, your muscles beginning to twitch and tighten around him.

he pulled back, a triumphant smirk crossing his face and started to buck his hips even more. your walls tightened around him as he continued to reach your most sensitive spots. your stomach tightened and you could feel the pressure start to build inside of you.

“look so good like this, my pretty baby hm?” he murmured, burying his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses there before he pulled back and picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more rhythmic and powerful.

you leaned back, bracing your hands on his knees for support. you could feel your legs start to shake, your quiet moans now getting louder. “I’m going to cum,” you panted, your face heating up.

as soon as he heard you, he pushed deeper, his fingers finding your clit to provide the final spark. the orgasm crashed over you in waves, your walls pulsing violently around him. you cried out his name, your body shivering as you collapsed forward against his chest.

he moved you, laying you flat on your stomach with your legs spread and mounted you, his cock gliding even deeper inside of you thanks to your previous release making everything wet and easier to slide through.

“i want you to cum for me again, love,” he panted.

you nodded, feeling as if you could fall apart at any moment, constantly on the edge of letting yourself give in to something heavenly.

hyunjin continued to fuck into you, your juices covering him, your walls tightening around him once more. you could feel him twitch inside of you.

“well, it’s my birthday,” you panted. “i want you to cum with me too”

pushing yourself back against him, he groaned out, squeezing your waist tightly and bucking his hips as deep as he could. your sweat caused the two of you to stick together, the sunrays through the window beaming down on you like a halo.

feeling the familiar pressure, you encouraged him to go faster. his his hands squeezed your breasts and he grazed his teeth against your neck, you spilling yourself all over him and him releasing inside of you.

your loud moans and whines filled the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing; thank god you decided to sleep with the windows closed the previous night.

pulling out, hyunjin laid beside you and pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple and stroking your cheek. the two of you stayed silent for a moment, trying to catch your breath and calming down.

“happy birthday,” he smiled, tracing patterns back into your arm.

birthday drabble for the lovely @joyracha she was one my first mooties on this app and her fics r genuinely so mind blowing🤤 i love u sm joy and i hope u have a great day today !!

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[prettybs]

HEAVEN SENT ₊˚ʚ —NRK part two

part one

texts messages with riki who’s head over heels for his precious girl

🍡 pairing: bf!riki x crybaby!reader

contains: fluff comfort lots of pet names reader cries a lot lmao idk what else ౨ৎ

🗯️ vaeh’s note: highly requested part twooo!

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[channlust]

࿐ I wanna get freaky on camera! (MDNI!)

The camera flicked on with a soft click, the ring light warming up to cast its glow across the bed. Chan adjusted the angle with one hand. he had you on his lap, his thumb swiping over the screen of his phone where the livestream preview played. His other hand rested casually on your thigh, "You ready? Last chance to bail."

You could already see the chat scrolling on his monitor, usernames and emojis blurring together, but his focus stayed on you, waiting. The heat of his palm against your leg was steadying, somehow, even as your pulse jumped at the thought of what came next. "I’m ready," you said, quieter than you meant to, and Chan’s grin sharpened.

"Atta girl," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before his thumb tapped the 'live' button, and the stream interface blinked red— a silent confirmation that thousands had just flooded in.

His voice dropped into that low, performative rasp you knew so well, the one that made chat lose their minds.

"Alright, degenerates, we've got something special tonight," he said, fingertips skating up your thigh as the camera panned to frame your body, just the curve of your waist, the dip of your hips, nothing identifiable. "Our lovely guest agreed to help me demonstrate a little…technique."

You flinched when his palm pressed flat against your stomach, holding you still. "Relax," he murmured, just for you, before raising his voice for the audience.

"See how tense she is? That's normal. First time jitters, right, kitten?" His other hand ghosted up your inner thigh, teasing, "Gonna take it slow, pay attention."

comments and donations pinged.

squirtlord: bro shes so pretty wtf

lixonfire: chan u lucky bastard

Chan laughed, breath warm against your ear as he leaned in to read them aloud. "They're obsessed with you already," he whispered, nipping your lobe before addressing the stream again.

"Alright, number one: how to tell she's ready." His fingers trailed lower, feather light, tracing patterns that made your breath hitch. "See how she’s arching into my hand? That’s your green light. don't rush — unless she asks for it."

You gasped when his thumb circled where you were hottest, the fabric of your underwear still frustratingly in place. "Chan—" His name slipped out before you could stop it, and the chat lost it entirely, hearts and dollar signs flooding the screen.

"Yeah? ," he coaxed, dragging his knuckles against you just hard enough to make your hips jerk.

His fingers curled under the edge of your underwear, not pulling them aside yet— just teasing the promise of it, letting the tension coil tighter in your stomach.

cumdump404: chan pls tell her she’s perfect*.

“See that?” His thumb stroked slow circles just above where you ached. “They’re begging for you.”

You whimpered when he finally hooked a finger under the fabric, dragging it to the side slowly. The cool air of the room hit your skin, making you shiver — or maybe that was the way his breath hitched when he got his first proper look.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, low, “That’s what you want to see before you even think about touching.”

he dragged the pad of his thumb through the slick heat between your thighs. "shit," he muttered, more to himself than the stream, before angling his wrist to give the camera a better view. The wet glide of his skin against yours was obscenely loud in the quiet room, punctuated only by the occasional ping of another donation notification.

You bit down hard on your lip, hips twitching when his fingertip circled your entrance without pushing in. You could see the corner of his mouth tilt up as he watched you squirm. "Patience, kitten," he chided, though his own breathing wasn’t entirely steady.

"Gotta make sure you're fully ready f'me," he said, dragging his finger down to collect more wetness before bringing it back up to swirl around your clit.

His fingertips trailed back down, skirting your heat deliberately, and you whimpered when he paused just shy of touching you properly. “Chat, tell me — how many of you would’ve just shoved two fingers in by now?”

jinnieinabottle: guilty

quokktoobig: BOOOO

Chan shook his head, clicking his tongue. “Amateurs. Watch.” His index finger finally dipped between your folds, dragging through slickness in one slow, filthy stroke.

Your breath hitched when his fingertip finally pressed inside— just the tip, just enough to make your hips jerk forward instinctively. "Easy," Chan murmured, his free hand splayed across your stomach to hold you still. The stretch burned sweetly, his finger working in achingly slow increments. "See how she’s taking me?" He angled his wrist to give the camera a better view, the wet shine of your arousal glistening under the ring light. "Tight, but not tense. That’s the difference."

Chan's finger curled inside you experimentally, the pad of it dragging against your walls with a practiced laziness that made your toes curl. Then— there. The sudden pressure against that one spot sent a jolt up your spine, your back arching off his lap and an embarrassingly loud moan spilled from your lips.

His grin was instant, sharp with triumph even as his voice dropped into that faux sympathetic tone "Oh? Was that it?" he teased, circling the spot again just to watch your thighs tremble. "You can say it, baby. We’re all friends here."

"Y-yes," you gasped, the word fracturing as Chan's finger crooked inside you again, relentless in its precision.

Chan only hummed, low and approving, his breath warm against your ear. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise curling around you like smoke. "Now tell them where." His fingertip pressed harder, deliberate, and your hips stuttered against his hand. "Right—right there, fuck—"

The stream's audio picked up your sharp inhale as Chan crooked his finger just right again, “Watch the angle,” Chan instructed to the stream twisting his wrist to demonstrate. “You’re not finger fucking a thanksgiving turkey.”

His free hand slid up to palm your breast through your shirt, thumb rolling over your nipple. “And always, always keep the rest of her involved.”

slave4u: me next me next

quokktoobig: bro she’s literally shaking

The stretch burned brighter when his second finger pressed alongside the first, his palm tilting to ease the way. You gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets, but Chan’s free hand caught yours, lacing your fingers together as he squeezed reassurance. "Breathe," he murmured, just for you, before shifting back into instructor mode for the stream.

"See how she’s opening up for me? That’s the rhythm you want— press in on her exhale." His fingers retreated slightly, then pushed back in deeper, the drag of his knuckles against your walls drawing a shaky moan from your throat.

"thereee you go," he praised, thumb circling your clit, the dual stimulation had your hips rocking helplessly, but his grip on your hand tightened, holding you still. "None of that," he chided, though his voice was warm with amusement. "Let me do the work. yea?" His fingers curled again.

"That’s the motion— come here, chat, look close." He angled the camera down, his fingers glistening as they moved inside you.

“You wanna speed up?” he asked you, and the sincerity in his voice— like he’d stop if you said no. he would.

"yes— hnnng —please don't stop," you managed, the words catching in your throat as his fingers twisted deeper. He turned back to the camera. "Hear that, chat? Consent is always sexy." His fingers sped up,

Another donation alert chimed

lixonfire: TELL HER SHE'S PRETTY WHEN SHE CUMS

Chan laughed breathlessly. "Oh, she knows," he said, but his thumb rolled over your clit with renewed focus, The coil in your stomach tightened, your muscles fluttering around his fingers, and his breath hitched. "There it is," he breathed, "That's it, let go. I've got you."

and it's like you came on command, your back arching off his chest as pleasure crackled through your nerves.

Chan's fingers slowed, gentling you through it, his praise a warm murmur under the chaos of the chat. "Fuck, look at her," he told the stream, his voice rough with awe. "wait for her to ride it out, don't be greedy" His fingers slowed before stilling completely and slipping out of you with a soft, obscene sound, and you shuddered, oversensitive and boneless against him.

You twitched when his fingertips brushed your knee, oversensitive and still thrumming. Chan noticed, and his smirk softened into something warmer. "You good?" he murmured, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear. The question was private, just for you, but the microphone caught it anyway,

cumdump404: i think he's in love with her

You nodded, swallowing hard, and Chan’s grin turned wicked again as he straightened. "She says she’s good," he announced to the stream, winking at the camera.

"And that," Chan announced, dragging his damp fingers across your thigh one last time for the camera's benefit, "is today's lesson." he pulled your now soaked panties back on you and gave it a little pat.

"Say goodbye, chat. Our star needs a break." His palm settled warm against your stomach as he nudged you gently. "Wave bye, kitten."

You lifted a trembling hand toward the camera, fingers fluttering in a weak approximation of a wave.

slave4u: pls bring her back next stream

jinnieinabottle: bye angel

quokktoobig: I just came so hard rn

lixonfire: holy shit that was so hot

Chan's laugh was low and pleased as he leaned into frame, his free hand adjusting the camera angle to capture the both of you— his face, smug and satisfied, and your body still loose limbed with pleasure. "Next time, maybe we'll teach you how to make her beg," he mused, winking at the lens before tapping the screen to end the stream.

a/n: I wanna make a long fic ab this...

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[jektaev]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᥫ᭡

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓— Aim at my esophagus

𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕‪‪ ❤︎‬ +18 ♯ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙. 𝐹 -𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚. 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔. 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮.

Chan loves that your carrying his baby, he loves it so much he constantly reminds you that you're beautiful belly is so gorgeous and how proud he is of you. Ever since he found out you're able to have sex while expecting, he makes sure to do so.

Maybe taking it a little to seriously–pushing the limits to at least have sex three times a week. But saying he's the only one wanting sex would be lying. You're hormones are everywhere and constantly craving your husband and being pregnant at the same time is brutal. Chan loves the way you're desperate for him more than before and how could he ever say no to his beautiful wife carrying his baby.

"Beautiful mama, look at yourself honey." You're back on the soft mattress as you turn your head to the left seeing your reflection; baby bump prominent, face already fucked out, and swollen breast. Chan spreads your knees wider as he slowly continuess to thrust into you, balls smacking against you with every slow grind. The teasing has you stupid, drolling down with your hands gripping tight on his broad shoulders. "Ohh yeah, fuuck, so tight." He watches your face with a deep gaze, his hands trying to touch all of you but can't help but touch your belly the most.

You're being edged everytjme you feel like you could cum you get it torn away from you. "Please, just... cum already channie." Chan doesn't listen he's too lost in the trance, you look stunning like this. Bell fully and round with his baby inside, it turns him rock hard knowing he's just going to keep on getting you pregnant.

Chan grunts leaning down to your swollen breast, licking on your nipple with the tip of his tounge. You're head rolls around on the pillow under your head from the teasing yet somehow feeling relief. "So plump n' sore baby? yeah? need me to take care of them?"

Of course you nod. Chan takes your breast into his hands fiddling with them as he proceeds to suck on your tits like he's the newborn. "Mommy taste so good, baby's gonna be so lucky to have these." And to think he'd stop his deep thrust into you. He proceeded with his growl's as you continued to get tighter and tighter around him; squeezing him into your mushy walls.

"Gonna cum mama? fuck, yeah? Cum on this dick." And you do, you do exactly that. You cum like you haven't in years (that's a lie) gripping onto his strong arms and leaving small crescents. Moaning incredibly loud from your intense climax. "Shhh, I got you." Chan says rubbing slow circles on your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. Or it could just be the fact that you still fell him inside of you pulsing and continuing the roll of his hips into you. You whine already having the overstimulation hit you instantly. "I know, I know, just one more. For me? Please?" His thrust now turning into pure force. Fucking you so hard you're back started to arch off the mattress. The force of his thrust making the headboard hit the wall over and over.

"Gonna keep filling you, going to giving you my everything mama." After barley completing his sentence his load milks your insides make you cum along with him. Chan's pulsing length dosent stop now pushing his release into you deeper. "Next time i'll fuck more cum into you and hopefully i'll give you twins." He says smiling down at the mess that's leaking down down your clit of mixed liquids. "Channie... next time?" You say already exhausted.

©ᴊᴇᴋᴛᴀᴇᴠ ᵎᵎ 🧁

requested : 🎞️ more daddy channie :p

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[gyuzies]

𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖿 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅!

idol bf!hyunjin x twt stay!reader ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗

♡ . — ꒰ 26 ss꒱

when hyunjin finds his girlfriends not so secret stan account he cant help but fuel his lovely girlfriends behaviour

⤷ contains — ˎˊ˗ swearing, threatening, violence (not seriously), lots of sexual jokes, mpreg... like its all thirsting, mentions of changbin and felix joining

an: this idea was taken from the lovely @pvppymin and her amazing seungmin version of the series! all credit to this idea goes to her (i did ask permission dont blast me) so deff check out her seung version here and she has links to other peoples versions, hope you enjoy my take on hyunnies version

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[skzophreniic]

Needed

*°࿐ cw: explicit sexual content, fingering, public/semi-public sexual activity, interruption/almost getting caught. mdni

in which chan can never leave you hanging, even when he's working.

*°࿐ notes: short little drabble because i remembered i promised to post other things while posting Lover of Mine and i have not done that mb. haven't wrote smut in a while so pls go easy on me guys this might suck (⸝⸝ ⚬ _ ⚬⸝⸝)

The thing about Chan is that he will never leave you hanging when you need him. 

It’s the middle of the night and you’re craving something sweet? It’s at your door within the half-hour—sometimes him with it if he has the time to spare. Your body is aching and you need it soothed? If he can’t be there to massage it for you, an appointment at the highest rated wellness studio is booked. If you just need the pleasure of his company because you’re just feeling a little bit lonely, he’s cancelling whatever schedule he had that day to be by your side.

And if you’re feeling particularly needy and can’t wait till you get home while he’s busy at the studio and absolutely can’t get away from work?

Well…

“Chann–nnie–” You mewl, flat on your back on the studio couch, your pretty top wrinkled from being shoved up your waist hastily, shorts pulled down your thighs and two of Chan’s thick fingers buried in your quivering cunt.

He glances at the door over his Chrome Hearts glasses—making sure it’s locked for the hundredth time. When he looks back down at you, the corner of his lips turning upward in a little smile.

“You were really wound tight huh, baby?” He curls his fingers slightly inside of you, and your reply is quickly cut off by another strangled whine. “Shoulda told me, I would’ve taken care of you sooner.”

He glances back at the screen in front of him, his fingers—the one not busy at work with you that is—clicking away, adjusting whatever pitch it was he’s working on. Your hips chase his fingers shamelessly when he drags them out of you slowly. They catch in the overhead light of the studio, glistening with your juices before he pushes them back in.

“Didn’t wanna–” Your breath hitches slightly. “Didn’t wanna keep you away from work.” He huffs out a laugh, headphones that are only over one of his ears falling slightly. “Lucky for you, I’m a great multitasker. Feel good baby? Ready for the third one?”

“Feels so fucking good,” You pant, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “But it’s not enough, Channie. I wann’it. All of it.”

He grins, glancing back  at you again. “You can have it when we get home. I’ll fuck you real nice and slow, just how you like it, yeah? Make due for now.” He taps your thigh with his pinky. “Spread, doll.”

You legs spread open instinctively and you feel the stretch of his third finger almost immediately. Your head tips back, shirt falling forward again when your hips buck up to meet it. “Ohh my Go-hnnm—”

“Yeahh,” His eyes are glued to where his fingers pump in and out of your slowly. “See? Good enough for now. Hold up your top f’me pretty, can’t see the view.” 

You’re about to do just that, when the jangaling of the doorknob makes both of you jump. 

“What the–” Jisung. “Chan, did you lock the door?”

You can’t help the small whine that leaves your lips when Chan withdraws his fingers from you completely. He leans over to tug your shirt down fully and when he moves to help you pull up your shorts, you lift your hips to help, albeit it half-heartedly. 

“Sorry baby,” He kisses the corner of your lips soothingly. “Shouldn’t be much longer, I promise.”

“You said that ages ago,” You mumble, but fix your hair anyway. You’ve never hated Jisung more than you do now but you’d still rather not traumatize him. Especially after the last time he walked in on you two.

Chan walks over and swings the door open, smiling easily at Jisung. “Was the door locked?”

Jisung looks between you two suspiciously, the takeout he had left to get dangling from his fingers. “Obiviously. I know how to open a freaking door. What were you two doing?”

“Nothin’,” Chan makes a show of turning the knob a few times. “Huh. Weird. Must be the new auto-lock they installed yesterday.”

“They installed an auto-lock?” Jisung asks, incredulous as he settles on the chair Chan occupied mere moments ago. You smile at him as innocently as you can when he hands you the food. “That’s the shittest idea I ever heard.”

“Yeah, I told them that too.” Chan shrugs, letting go of the door knob. “I can tell them to change it back if you want.” You squeeze your legs together slightly. Since when did you find liars this hot?

“Yeah, you do that.” Jisung squints at the screen. “What the fuck have you been doing, hyung? This looks almost exactly the same as when I left!”  

Chan leans one hip against the desk, all easy shoulders and calm smile. “Creative process.”

“That is not a creative process,” Jisung says, deadpan. “That is a blank project file.”

You duck your head, pretending to be very interested in the food in your lap so neither of them can see your face. Heat is still crawling up your neck, your whole body thrumming with frustration, and Chan—absolute menace that he is—doesn’t even look remotely sorry.

He just shrugs. “Maybe I needed to think about it.”

Jisung narrows his eyes. “About what?”

Chan glances at you then, quick and sly, and there’s something in his mouth when it curves that makes your stomach flip. “Arrangement.”

Your fingers tighten around the takeout container. 

Jisung, thankfully, only rolls his eyes. “You’re impossible. Anyway, they wanted me to tell you the draft from earlier still sounds weird in the bridge.”

“Mhm.” Chan pushes off the desk and steps closer, reaching over you for the drink you haven’t even opened yet. His knuckles brush your thigh in passing. Barely there. Entirely accidental-looking. Completely not accidental. “I’ll look at it.”

You shoot him a look.

He doesn’t react, just pops the straw into your drink and hands it to you like he’s the sweetest boyfriend alive.

You take it with a tight little smile. “Thanks.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

And then, because Jisung isn't looking and because he is absolutely sick, he raises the fingers that had just been buried in your sopping cunt mere moments ago, still soaked and sticky with your arousal and licked a broad strip up them, before shoving them into his mouth and sucking them clean.

Jisung be damned, you were going to jump Chan's bones right now.

He must see the slightly crazed look in your eyes because he grins, eyes crinkling and mouths, Don't worry. I'll take care of it.

You know he means it. Whether it's opening your drink for you or fingering you while he works just because you were feeling needy—Chan really is ready to do absolutely anything for you.

Which is how you know that every corner of your need would be fully explored and satisfied when you got home.

[jektaev]

ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪɴᴋʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓— In my bed as I lie here

smut‪‪ ❤︎‬ +18 ♯ unprotected sex. 𝐹 -reader. missionary. language. sex in multiple places. teasing. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶).

Everyone knows you and your boyfriend can't ever take hands off eachother. It's such a cute then to see to others knowing that's how much you guys love eachother, but to the roommate he's absolutely done at this point.

Don't get me wrong bangchan loves that his little maknae is happy now and that he's so madly in love. But when he has to deal with you guys being practically glued together every single day, thin walls hearing how kinky you and the youngest are, and not to mention the amount of snacks he has to restock basically weekly. He sure needs a break.

You and jeongin are sitting on the living room sofa like little kids being left by their parents to go on a trip, sitting down looking up at dad while he explains the rules while he's gone. "I want this place clean the way left it," He points to jeongin. "And please, please PLEASE. Just don't have sex in my room". Bangchans hand rest on his forehead as he sighs. "You guys have practically done it everywhere in this damn house, I beg of you not my room".

Jeongin turns to look at you and you both laugh and bangchan watches the both of you dead serious. "Channie don't worry. One, why would we be in your room. Two, out of all places you're room would be the LAST place we would have sex, in your room that's such a turn off." You say in full detail. "I don't want to hear it you guys literally had sex on the balcony of innie's room, god forbid a guy does think you guys would be freaky enough to touch his room." Bangchan said trying to forget about that traumatic time he walked in on you guys that time.

He pinches his nose and lets out a exhausted and loud sigh once more. "Anyways last thing, please wear a damn condom jeongin, why do I have to constantly remind the two of you about protection. The last thing I want to do is come back from Paris to have to tell JYP that our youngest member is going to be a dad."

Jeongin smirks, an evil mischievous one. "Channie–hyung it feels so much better, it feels like we're one and she just feels—" "SHUT UP, IM LEAVING NOW, BYE." Chan immediately grabs his suitcase and leaves out the door for his Paris trip.

You hight five jeongin and burst out laughing. "Good one baby he practically ran out!" Wiping away a fake tear from your face at how Chan's face looked.

-

Just how bangchan explained you guys have had sex around the whole house by now, like right now, bent over the bathroom sink with your leg raised up on the counter as your boyfriend abuses your sweet cunt.

You're breast hitting the cold faucet as you his hand is lifting your jaw up to make you watch your own reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Ah—innie! So, so close baby, f-fuck righhht there!" Jeongin grunts as his hands grip harder on your hips, ass clapping against his dick. "Such a sweet fuck'n pussy, s-shit, gonna cum inside, you want that baby? want me to fuck into you?" You could only nodd already being too fucked out to say another word.

Of course he did exactly that. Cumming deep into your hole, fucking you full of his seed. You can't help but let out a pornagraphic moan of how deep he feels in you. "To-Too much," You cry out as he pulls out to watch his cum mixed with your own liquids drip down your thigh.

"Absolutely gorgeous darling, one more round?" He says helping your leg down and turning you around to kiss him. Heat is raiding the whole bathroom at this point, clothes already shedded, why not? Jeongin's tongue invaded your mouth dancing along yours as he needles your ass and picks you up, legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he hoists you up effortlessly.

The makeout continues as you guys walk out the bathroom bumping into the walls in the hallway along the way to his bedroom, you reach out to open the door letting the both of you in.

Jeongin's strong arms place you down softly on the bed and pulls away to look at you glow from the previous mess you two caused. Kissing down your jaw, to your collarbone, to the hills of your breast. Taking in a nipple into his mouth sucking on one as the other is being teased with his slender vieny fingers.

Throwing your head back as you can't help but push his face into your chest from the amount of pleasure he's giving you. "Mmm!—fuck, so sweet my innie". He ruts against the mattress from the praise, he gets off from the little praises you give him.

"What should we do?" Jeongin asked raising his head with flushed cheeks and a grin. "Hmmm, what do you want baby? you deserve it after all last week you had me dumb from fucking me the way I asked." You said cupping his face as your thumb plays with his bottom lip. "Want you like this, want to see your face". The boy says sheepishly.

You agree and reach down to take his length into your palm—spreading the cum around his tip from just five minutes ago. Slowly putting his head into your hole inch by inch watching his face contort from tighter you got. His face turns you on just from the way that's so delicious to you.

It dosent take more than six seconds for him to bottom our due to how spread out he had you earlier, you're shared juice being used as a lube. "Good fuck'n girl for taking this dick so well". Only when he had you under him is when he'd truly let out his true freak otherwise you'll never hear him speaking to you in that way.

"Innie faster please—!" After teasing you with deliberate thrust you can't last another minute, starting to lose your patience you wrap your legs around his waist as he leans down to hit into your cunt deeper. Hitting your g-spot so deliciously. His forearms flexing as they rest on both sides of the pillow you're heads on.

"F-Fuck, yes!" Jeongin smiles against your neck as he hears your cries, his breathing coming out raspy as his cock pumps into you repeatedly with punishing thrust. "Can be as loud as we want baby, whole house to ourselves". You can't help but smile while you're heads thrown back.

Jeongin's fingers the were next to your head is moved down, using his right hand to trail down your stomach to rub circles on your clit. Needing to group yourself you hold onto whatever is closest, his forearm. Gripping on the muscle turns him on he loves that you depend on him. "C'mon feel you clenching you can do it". Grinding against his hips to meet his thrust you guide yourself onto his fingers aswell. You instinctively pull him down to be chest to chest, sweat against sweat, you squirt all over his abdomen.

Panting against eachother he slowly grinds against you wanting to reach his climax too, but feels you shaking from overstimulation. You're arms wrap around his neck as you push your to meet his once more. "Use me baby, I can handle it". If he wasn't in love with you already he sure is now.

The two of you hold eachother as he ruts into you, not slowly, but not rushed into you either. You're climax now milking his cock with squelching noises causing his movements to turn faster. Turning tighter from him trying to push out another orgasm out of you.

His voice is in a different tone, a mix of a grunt yet growling sense. "Keep clenching tight little pussy's gonna milk me once more". Jeongin pulls away to now sit up on his knees fucking into you using the rest of his stamina. "Milking me again? You want a damn baby don't you darling?" His fingers now on your waist with a bruising grip as he forces your body to meet his.

Once, then once more again, his hot sperm fills you perfectly. Jeongin pulls out watching his cum leak onto the bedsheets as his digits pick it up, his index and middle finger pumping the cum back into you.

-

The two of you are too exhausted to clean up, resting now in the sheets together with your head resting on his bicep as his hand trails up and down your arm. Soft hums leaving your lips as you look over to him and he matches your look with leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. Smiling then looking over your shoulder. "Hey baby? When did you get a whole recording set in your room?" Jeongin's head shoots up startling you.

"Darling... I don't—" You two look around, you see everything is organized like a clean freak lived there. That's because a clean freak DID live here, you just got your organs rearranged in Bangchan's room.

"He's going to fucking kill us..." Jeongin says looking down to the white creamy stained bedding. The door creaks open to the aussie who's room belonged to. "What. The. FUCK." Guess he forgot something...

✦ —jektaev 🐰ᵎᵎ

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[hyvnesangel]

IM DRIPPING‼️

[mrsx-alberich]

“Don’t miss me too much, yeah?”

relationships: Seungmin x female!Reader

cws: smut, phone sex, video call sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, toy using, vibrator, use of “pup” as a nickname

word count: 2076

summary: Seungmin leaves you a little gift so you won’t miss him too much while he was gone

a/n: hi! I’ll post a few random things in between the poll fics! Hope you have fun reading it, this goes out to all my seungmin bias moots

“I miss you”, you huffed.

Your phone was laying beside you in the bed, Seungmin on the speaker. He was gone for the tour and it had been a month since you last saw him. He had promised you to call you every night and he was holding it, each day at the same time you would receive his call.

Seungmin was down bad for you, but he would never admit that out loud. You’ve already made love confessions in your relationship and you were saying the magical three words occasionally, but he still would deny that he would stay with you on the phone until you fell asleep every single day when he wasn’t near you.

He tried to be nonchalant and you didn’t care about his teasing, it was part of him and actually kinda endearing.

“Aww, cute”, he said.

You paused, a grin tugging on your lips.

“Aren’t you- like.. missing me, too?”, you asked.

“No”.

You scoffed, now laughing out loud. You wish you could slap his arm for that like you usually did, but oh well.

“Wow”, you chuckled, “You could try to act like you do, at least”.

“No, that would be lying”, he added, you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Wooow”.

You pulled the blanket over your naked body, you were shivering. You actually had tried to touch yourself before he had called, it has been too long since you had been satisfied. Your fingers weren’t as long as his, wouldn’t curl the same way as his.

Seungmin laughed and your heart soared. You missed him and you knew he did too, even though he said otherwise.

“I have a gift for you, pup”.

You froze and held your breath when you heard that nickname. It was silent, the only thing you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears. You pressed your thighs shut.

“You still there?”, he asked, a change in his voice.

“Yes-“, that unintentionally came out a squeal.

He paused for a second before speaking up again.

“Take a look into my closet. There’s a black box waiting for you”.

A strange sensation crept up your body. From your aching pussy all the way to your head, making you dizzy. But you still stood up slowly, cautiously.

“A gift?”, you breathed.

Seungmin hummed as you opened his closet. Just as he had said, on the floor of it there really was a black cardboard box. Your heart pounded heavily against your ribcage when you bent down to pick it up, going back to your shared bed to open it.

He was silent on the other side of the phone, patiently waiting for your reaction. Your fingers traced the already opened box, hesitating for a single second and questioning what could possibly be inside.

You flipped it open, an equally black satin bag inside.

“Huh?”, you made.

“Hmm, go on, pup”.

You shivered again when he called you that. It was unfamiliar, but it was very welcome. You were kneeling on top of the mattress, you felt your pulse racing already.

You pulled on the string to open the bag, holding your breath when reaching inside.

“Minnie-“.

He hummed again. You pulled a vibrator out of the bag, in an almost taunting innocently white color. It was pretty long and nicely curved, and-

“Minnie!”.

“Do you like it?”, his voice was teasing, “It’s custom made”.

Yeah, you could tell. It looked exactly like your boyfriends cock. It even had all his veins perfectly carved into it.

“How do you even-? Do I wanna know where you got it from?”, you asked.

It was heavy in your hand, just like the original. You squirmed in your seat, feeling how wet you were just by thinking about his dick being in your hand right now instead of this toy.

“What do we say when receiving a gift?”, he cooed.

You groaned, needing to sit down differently to remain as calm as possible. You hadn’t intended to lay down on your back with spread legs, though. It was as if your body just reacted naturally.

“Thank you”.

“You’re welcome, pup”.

You physically jolted, literally whining because of that damn word and he really had the audacity to laugh about it.

“Could you just- stop calling me that?”.

Your stomach tightened when he said it again just to mess with you.

“I just thought it would be nice to have it when I’m not around”, Seungmin mused, “You’d let me watch you testing it, right?”.

You felt hot, just incredibly hot as you let your head fall back. You had never done something like that before. But.. you could try? He had a hotel room just for himself after all, no one to disturb you.

“Yes”.

You immediately got the invitation to switch to a video call after that. Your heart was sinking when you saw him. He looked too cozy for this kind of situation, probably just getting out of the shower before calling you.

“Are you already naked?”, he asked, brows furrowed.

You nodded, feeling the blood rush into your cheeks out of slight embarrassment. But this also led to you getting wetter, you could feel your pussy throb in anticipation.

“Naughty”, he grinned, shaking his head, “Were you touching yourself?”.

You nodded again, with a little bit more confidence now. You could see it in his eyes, the desire for you - probably thinking about the things he would do to you if he was at your side.

“It doesn’t feel the same though”.

“Ohh, did I ruin you? Poor thing can only cum around my fingers?”, his voice was strained, “Or my cock”.

The way he said this so shamelessly made you gasp, shivering heavily.

“Or your tongue”, you added.

Seungmin always knew how to pleasure you and he was more than willing to use every tool he could to make you feel good. He must’ve caught your dreamy gaze, now your longing crushing you more than ever.

“So you really miss me”, he laughed, “Don’t miss me too much, yeah? Wanna test your gift?“.

“You wanna watch?”.

He huffed, also blushing a bit because of the intensity of this moment. It empowered you a bit that he was already so flustered, just because of you.

So you used your ego boost to prep a pillow up right in front of you so you could lean your phone against it, basically presenting your bare core to him like this.

“Oh, what a view”, Seungmin groaned.

Your ears were burning at this point, but you still managed to spread your legs even wider, teasing yourself and him by grazing the tip of the vibe over your folds.

“Turn it on”.

You obeyed by pressing the button on the bottom and the vibrator came to life. The sensation was a bit weird but it felt weirdly good, sending little electric sparks up your spine to make you physically jolt.

“Does it feel good, yeah? Tell me”.

You were stupid enough to move it up and press it against your clit. The moan was ripped out of your throat without your will, you had to throw your head back to quiet it down a bit.

“Feels- so good”.

God, you wouldn’t manage to hold your orgasm back for very long like this. Not with him staring at you.

“I bet it does, pup. Rub yourself with it”.

You moved it up and down, over your sensitive clit and to your entrance - not pushing in but nudging against it.

“Min-“, you gasped.

He groaned at the way his name slipped out of your mouth over and over again. You didn’t manage to pronounce it properly every time, you choked on it. It was sometimes high pitched, some of them just a low growl.

Seungmin was losing it on the other end. Palming and grabbing his clothed erection with a grunt. Your breath hitched when you noticed, seeing how his arm moved and betrayed him. But it additionally made you wish even more it was his dick sliding in your wetness instead of a copy.

“Push it in, come on”, his voice nothing more than a grunt, “Go in slow, yeah? Feel the stretch”.

You did and it was crazy how similar it felt to him. The tip pushing in already made you whine out and just like in reality - Seungmin answered with a swear under his breath.

Your phone was too far away for you to properly look at it but you were sure he opened his pants to free his cock. He moaned, not being able to hold it in as well.

The vibrations made your legs shake involuntarily, you whimpered at the feeling of you losing control of your muscles although there still were a few more inches to go.

“There you go, pup. Slow and steady. Let me stretch you out”.

Oh, to think that he was there with you was a nice fantasy. Your other hand flew to your chest, grabbing your own tits in hope it would feel like him. It didn’t and it made you push the toy in faster to distract you from the ongoing disappointment.

The pleasure clawed at you so intensely, you were certain you almost came when it was fully seated inside.

“So greedy- Maybe you’d enjoy having both at the same time, huh?”, he growled.

You threw your head back, the back of your hand momentarily pressed against your mouth to ground yourself.

“Both?”, you mewled.

“Uh-huh”, Seungmin hummed, his movements getting faster, “Fuck, I can’t wait to come home. Gonna stuff you full with my cock and the toy”.

You bit your lower lip to muffle the moan which was fighting to get out. You jolted, pussy clenching and gushing around the vibrator so pathetically.

“You’d like that, huh, pup? I know you’d be so good for me”.

You were wet enough to pull the vibe out, gently guiding it back in.

“Angle it up a bit, yeah? I know you like that”.

You hadn’t anticipated to shove the toy against your g-spot so early but his words clouded your mind, you automatically did it. You writhed in your sheets, back arching off the mattress with the amount of pleasure.

“Fuck yourself for me- fuck-“.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning, getting louder every time you hit that sensitive spot over and over again.

“Min-“, you gasped, “Seungmin”.

There was a devilish grin on his face, so smug. It already made you want to wipe it off.

“Good to know I can make you scream my name even though I’m on the other side of the world”, he laughed, but it was hoarse - he was so close himself, “Say it when you cum, okay, pup?”.

You were desperate for your release, pushing the vibe in one last time and permanently pressing it against your g-spot. The vibrations against it were intense, but exactly what you needed. Your heart felt like it was on fire, pumping hot lava through your veins and lighting you up when you reached your high.

His name was everything you could think of, like you just forgot how to form other words in your brain. You instinctively wanted to press your thighs together, mimicking the tension in your muscles just like when you wrapped your legs around his waist. But he wasn’t there and you were determined to give him a good show, hoping he would cum for you like this as well.

Your sounds surely sent him over the edge as well, you noticed it in the way his jaw slacked, his eyes closed shut and he groaned so guttural, it made your pussy throb.

You rode out your orgasm to this sight, grinding your hips into your hand until it felt too intense. The vibrations were overwhelming you very quickly, pulling it out and turning it off.

For a moment you both relished in this moment in silence.

“I miss you”, he said.

“What a simp”, you teased him, leaning forward to grab your phone.

He rolled his eyes, still panting and pushed his hair out of his face. Your heart fluttered, both in the ongoing excitement and your adoration for him.

“But I love simps”, you cooed, making him snort and lean back in his seat.

He tried to hide it, but there was a very silly and blissed out smile on his lips.

“I love you too, pup”.

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[hyvnesangel]

🕊️ ━━━━━━ must be doing something right

the world was quiet, the only thing that could be heard by anyone listening in would just be your light moans and the faint sound of skin slapping. it was peaceful, everything felt right and content as hyunjin pressed his forehead against yours, just soaking in the moment and the pleasure being shared between the two of you. his hands gently grazed your waist as if he was afraid any more pressure would break you, his hands giving you support to help you keep your movements stable as you bounced on his cock. you seemed to glow around him, no matter what he did he couldn’t tear his gaze from your features as he stared on with awe.

rays of sunshine bled in through the open window, filtered by your sheer curtains, creating a damn near halo surrounding you as you threw your head back, the pleasure overwhelming you. his hands caressed your body, starting at your hips and making their way over your stomach and waist, then to your breasts momentarily before falling back on top of your thighs that were straddling his hips. hyunjin was worried that suggesting morning sex would turn you away, make you think he was some weird feind, but here you are, enjoying the moment just as much as him, if not more. hyunjin grinned to himself, telling himself that he must be doing something right if it meant your moans were increasingly growing like this.

the only thing on his mind was to increase your pleasure, so without much more thought, his hand was being pulled towards your pussy, softly bringing a finger to rub slow circles on your clit. you whimpered with the added pleasure and gasped out that you were close. hyunjin watched you bounce on his cock faster, becoming more desperate to hit your high, in turn, his fingers rubbed your clit faster to match your rhythm. your orgasm came on fast as you collapsed onto his chest, drool leaking down your cheek as your orgasm took everything out of you. his chest shuttered beneath your head as hyunjin reached his own high, releasing his load inside your warm cunt.

‘this must be heaven’, he thought after his body had relaxed. his cock softened inside you and he pulled out, his hands drifting to hold your head and rub your back in soothing circles as you whimpered at the sudden emptiness you felt in your pussy. the mixture of cum dripped out between your folds, and he took note of your slight discomfort at the sticky sensation that’s now dripped down between your thighs. hyunjin whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he picked you up as if you were light as a feather and carried you to the shared bathroom. he held you close to his chest as he started the shower and took extra care to be gentle when he washed your body, being extra patient when you winced as he brushed over a spot that was still sore. he made sure to kiss damn near every inch of your body and tell you just how good you did for him and how ethereal you looked in the most gentle tone.

[channlust]

GOODBYE WHY'D HE GET SO MAD

talking about some "beings like them in the vast universe"

"I'm hungry, time to eat"

[channlust]

in my head!

•or: y'know, having this many shitty boyfriends should be considered a record. you keep thinking they'd grow but theyre just not buddin'. thank God for your fwb though yea? perhaps going to him to kiss (fuck) your troubles away? perhaps....not.

•warnings: MDNI! 2k ish words of sexual content, chan is cocky because Im a cocky!chan TRUTHER, fratboy!chan? maybe? emotional cheating on readers end (subtle foreshadowing)

it was a routine.

standing on chan's doorstep with dried mascara stains on your cheeks, in need of any sort of distraction from your previous breakup. you were a devastating mess—eyes blood shot, sniffling, you wiped your eyes once the door creeked open, and there he was, letting out a whistle at your state.

“i gotta say, babe. your taste in men is pretty shitty,” he scratches his head with a simple shrug, chuckling when you shot him a glare as he held his front door open for you to step inside. “…then again, you always come crawling back to me after getting dumped so-”

“i didn’t come here to talk.” you sighed, slipping off your shoes before staring directly at him.

“oh, i know.” he smiles, almost as if he was mocking you. “this the part where i take my pants off right?”

damn right it was—you werent gonna waste anytime, he could tell by the way you shoved him towards his room and against his bed “damn, no foreplay?” he breathed as your fingers tangled against the thin white strings of his sweatpants. “shut up.” you mumbled, starting to pull his pants down.

“ya sure you wanna go down on me, baby? that gag reflex of yours—”

“chan.” you glared, and he just smiled, so eager to use every second to get under your skin. god, was he annoying. he knew he was, the both of you knew it.

sometimes you wonder why you’ve been fucking him on the low. of course not during your relationships, but he was the only person there for you in the aftermath, the only one there to...comfort you, so to speak. even if that particular way was to be inside you.

“gonna suck me off with cute tears streamin’ down your face?” he brings a hand towards your hair, giving the crown of your head a light stroke, it’s soothing, feeling yourself start to throb just a bit more just from his strong, loud cologne that was scattered across his entire room. “look at me while you do, then. wanna see that pretty face.”

“your dirty talk is improving.” you chuckled, and hes the one glaring at you now—it's cute.

he wraps a hand around the back of your neck, bringing your face close to his white briefs. rubbing your face against his bulge and he grunts. “shame how you make me hard even with that bratty attitude of yours.”

he stares at you, watching you with close intent on the way you pull down his boxers just halfway, leaning in close enough to give his shaft a nice long lick, from his base to his very reddened tip.

“s-shit,” he grunts, and your eyes remained on him the entire time, on your knees for him while he sat up near the very edge of his un-made bed.

chan lets off a soft sigh—his legs spread just a bit, a hand rubs against his leg. your tongue softly swipes against the head of his cock and he nibbles on his lip to quiet himself.

“open that mouth. tired of waitin’, ” he grumbles, and he’s growing so frustrated, you can tell from his facial expressions and the way he kept shifting. “stick out your tongue, babe.”

you do, rolling it out, and chan grunts, wrapping his fingers around his dick before slowly slapping himself against your tongue. “think you deserve it?”

you nod as you looked up at him through your lashes, whines pulled from you at his consistent teasing, slapping his pretty glossed tip against your tongue.

“nuh uh,” he clicks his tongue, bringing a hand towards the back of your head to give hair a light pull, moving your head just slightly in a moving rotation. “need to hear you say you want me, gorgeous.”

what an egotistical jerk.

“i-i want you, chan. i want it..” you mewled, your thighs squeezing shut, and once you voice those sweet words. chan lets off a satisfied hum, using a hand to open your mouth just a bit before pushing himself inside.

“shit,” he curses, feeling you wrap your lips around his cock. your lashes flutter as you glanced up at him, and he's straing down at you—his abs flexing beneath his tank top, it doesn’t take long before his eyes start to go back, his pink lips opening just a bit to breathe and pant, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“shit, with a face that pretty,” he huffs out, swiping a thumb across your cheek that's marked with tear stains “should be crying like this, not wasting those pretty tears because of some scumbag.”

you whined, eyes fluttering shut as he hit the back of your throat “eyes on me” he tutted, tapping the side of your temple and you’re just about weak in the knees.

even if it killed you to say it, he was good with his words. you knew you had to be careful though, chan wasn’t the type of guy to settle down in a relationship, he made that known the moment you two started your little 'fling.' if you could even call it that, friends with benefits.

“think 'm getting close,” he pants, and his breathing patterns change —he’s got a good strong grip on some strands of your hair as he watches you with dilated pupils. “fuck, doing so good for me,” his voice starts to get whiney from how sensitive he’s growing, falling flat on his back against the bed, hand covering has face

“c-cumming,” he grunts, shuddering, catching his breath as you look at him with half-open eyes. “swallow ‘n show me, baby.” and you did, sticking out your tongue as he whined at the sight, still catching his breath before leaning down towards you to squeeze your cheeks together. “now gimme a kiss.”

you whined, sitting up to kiss him and he wrapped a hand around your waist, tasting himself on your lips, his tongue dragged against yours and you whimpered before making your way onto his lap. he chuckled at your enthusiasm, sliding a hand up and down your waist

after a few moments, chan pulls away to breathe until both hands of his attach to your waist. his gaze was just enticing, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“barely touched ya and you're nothin' but a sticky mess,” he grunts, and chan snickers once he feels you start to grind your hips against him

“chan—please,” you begged, aching and itching for him to do something, anything. he trails his fingers against your ass, no panties and all you had covering you, just barely, was a skirt. he grins, “fine,” he says, as you threw your arms over his shoulders “go, slow baby, don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“shut t-the fuck up,” you whined, barely able to keep up your facade.

“how ‘bout ya make me, hmm.” he teased, and he was so cheeky. you hated it, but then again, the way he fucks you always made up for it.

aligning yourself against him, chan sits upright with a cocky grin. “go slow, baby. been a while since i've—shit…” he pauses at the feeling of you sinking down on him. you chewed on your bottom lip as you did, immediately leaning into him to give him… a hug?

chan was just as surprised as you, it seemed you were acting a bit differently—of course you’d be.

you’d just gotten out of a relationship, and tended to be a bit more clingy than usual. not that he ever minded, he preferred you like this, so cute and sentimental, all in your feelings. but despite that, it was just sex and nothing more. right?

“fuck,” chan’s hair is messy, it’s all over his face, and dark stands splattered all across his forehead, so effortlessly attractive. he didn’t even have to do much to make you pulse between your legs. “quit looking at me.”

“but you’re so pretty when you try to take control,” he shrugs, flashing a cheesy grin and you’re just embarrassed. he was certainly enjoying this, getting underneath your skin. but you let him. every single time.

chan’s got such the cockiest grin on his lips as you maneuver yourself against him, chewing on your lip every few seconds to suppress your sweet sounds, he eyes you up and down

“speed it up, baby,” he grunts, spanking your ass once more and you whimper from feeling his touch press against your skin. “touch yourself while you ride me. give me a little show. show me what i’ve been missin' since you’ve been away from me for so long.”

“o-okay.” you breathed, bringing a shaky hand towards your body, panting as you rode him.

chan smiles, watching you start to fondle with your nipples that visibly poked beneath your tank top, rocking your hips against him back and forth to where a low grunt leaves from his mouth every few seconds.

you missed this. you missed him. perhaps though, in reality, you just missed how he made you feel.

yeah…. it was probably that.

“…g-gonna cum soon,” you alerted him, slithering your fingers down towards your throbbing clit. the stimulation made your eyes nearly close shut “aw,” he hums, gripping your hips to make you bounce harder on him. you whimper from chan taking such initiative, holding onto him as he’s drilling himself into you, leaning into his neck to softly nibble and suck against his skin. “mhm. i missed you too.”

you could hear such arrogance drip from his voice, and maybe you did miss him, just a bit. before long, you came and it was one of the best orgasms you’ve had in a long time.

and leans in, kissing you for a final time, it wasn’t as sloppy—more passionate and sincere, he even cuddled you after, his hand drawing circles on your back. and you couldnt deny the butterflies fluttering in your chest.

“chan.” you breathed into his neck as both of you came down from your highs. “i-i think i love you.”

he sits up with his toned biceps pressed against the sides of you before speaking in a low voice. “babe?”

“yea..”

you blinked twice and realized you were being shaken lightly by the shoulders. the realization hit you like a truck once you realized hyunjin was calling your name—he had a worried, almost pale expression on his face once he saw you come back to reality.

“hyunjin..?” you mumbled, in the same bed and still feeling dizzy from your orgasm that was pulled out of you because of...hyunjin?

“what did you...just call me?”

oh.

was it all in your head?

a/n: erm...am i too late for April fools? *is met with tomatoes thrown at me from the crowd*

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[sithskz]

TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN

♫ any time, all day, every week for ya.

୨୧ summary: even though you broke off your friends with benefits arrangement with chan, he’ll still be there whenever you need him. ୨୧ pairing: reformed fuckboy!bang chan x fem!reader ୨୧ genre: college au, angst, fluff ୨୧ word count: 3.8k ୨୧ warnings: 18+ (no smut but there’s explicit sexual language so MINORS DNI), toxic men & a shitty date (not chan!!), poor communication, jealousy, fwb -> lovers, small argument, confessions, pet names (baby, princess, pretty) ୨୧ author's note: working on a long fic that’s beating my ass icl so here’s something short in the meantime!! ♡

chan is always right. even when you want so desperately for him to be wrong. 

he was right about being “the best fuck of your life”, he was right about you falling for him, and now, he was right about the classmate you agreed to go on a date with. you were hoping for a distraction and only ended up back where you started: in the arms of the man you fell for when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. 

it seemed like an alright idea at the time. your classmate was sweet, always offered to send the notes, greeted you as you walked into the room, said all the right things that made you believe his intentions were pure and good. and since you had officially ended your arrangement with chan, you were free to pursue whoever you wanted. 

so you did.

you decided on dinner, and he picked you up right on time with flowers, the false gentleman persona on full display. guilt was beginning to tug at you for entertaining him when you weren’t all that interested. 

that guilt was misplaced and short-lived, though. once he had paid the bill and you both quietly accepted that the date was over, he asked if you wanted to go home with him. it sounded gentle, but your rejection shifted his tone into something spiteful quickly.

this was supposed to help you get over chan, and at first, you could’ve almost been convinced that it was working. you laughed heartily, smiled genuinely, flowed through conversation easily. but his question wiped all of that away instantly, a pit settling deep in your stomach. because the last person you slept with is chan — the only person you’ve slept with in almost a year.

and as his face unfurled into disgust, you realized chan was right all along. all the times you’d mention your classmate sending you the notes unprompted or asking if you were okay on days you were absent told him one thing: this guy expected something from you, and he was only doing what he needed to get it. call it cynicism, call it intuition, call it whatever you want; chan was firm in his opinion. 

you had never listened, though, laughing at him for being silly and jealous, brushing it off like nothing would ever come of it.

if only you had listened. 

maybe then you wouldn’t be sitting dejectedly at the table he left you at, hardly registering the past few minutes. your date — your ride — had just up and walked off like you were nothing. like the past months he’s spent being the nice guy were just a ploy. they were.

too much time passes with you stuck in your seat numbly. you’re not sure you can will any of your limbs to move. your waitress even comes over and asks if you’re okay, all pity and soft smiles. she promises you can stay for as long as you need, but you know that’s only a comforting lie. 

on your way to the exit, you call the one person you know will always be there, no questions asked. no expectations. even after telling chan it’s over, he’ll come to your rescue whenever you need. because he’s nothing like him; he’s real in everything he portrays, and his kindness isn’t rooted in anything selfish or superficial.

before sex entered the equation (a mistake, perhaps), you were friends, so of course he still cares about you beyond it. but not in the way you care about him. not in the way that craves for more than just physicality, that refuses to be confined by rules and limitations. 

just in the way that you know he’ll answer. he picks up on the second ring.

“y/n?” he greets, voice a little groggy, and it makes your heart drop stupidly. he almost always naps after sex; he’s probably still laid up in bed with someone else, and here you are calling him because your date left you stranded.

it’s still nice to hear his voice, though. that’s how badly you’ve fallen. 

“hi,” you breathe out. “are you busy?”

there’s rustling on the other end and then his voice comes out clearer, more intentional. “no. no, not busy…just dozed off is all,” he assures.

right. dozed off. it’s not abnormal for a human being to nap, but your brain has already come to its own conclusions. you suddenly wish you had called one of your friends instead. 

“oh.”

you don’t try to hide how deflated you sound, and he notices right away. he can read you like a book without even being in your presence. 

“what’s up? are you okay?” he asks quickly. each word is laced with sincerity and it reminds you of why you fell for him to begin with. chan is caring, attentive, gentle (when he isn’t fucking you like he has something to prove). 

that same sincerity, coupled with the night’s events, brings tears to your eyes. you squeeze them shut to stop them from falling. “i’m okay,” you lie, “i just need someone to pick me up…you were the first person i thought to call.”

too honest. he’s either going to wonder why you called him first, or, worse, feel way too smug that you did. 

“where are you?” 

or he’ll just ignore all of the obvious questions in favor of the only one that really matters to him. the semantics can come later. it’s clear you need him, and that means he has one single priority right now. 

“at some restaurant. i don’t know, he picked it, and i—” you begin. in your distress, you can’t even remember the restaurant’s name. quite frankly, you never want to come here again, anyways. 

he interrupts you swiftly, latching onto one specific word in your ramble. “‘he?’” he questions, and you can picture his face. eyebrows furrowed, mouth downturned, staring right through you.

“yeah,” you say quietly, trying to avoid the inevitable. might as well get the hard part over with now. “that guy from stats.” the one you warned me about. multiple times. 

“y/n,” he sighs. he doesn’t even sound angry; he just sounds disappointed. which is ten times worse, because you can handle anger, but you don’t know how to navigate disappointment. 

“i’m sorry,” you mumble.

it’s the only thing you can think to say. you aren’t even sure if he heard it over the boisterous laughs of patrons entering the restaurant and the whir of cars in the parking lot. 

but he heard you clearly, and it broke his heart. “baby, don’t apologize right now. just send me your location and i’ll be there as soon as i can, alright?” he soothes, already shrugging on a hoodie and slipping on a pair of shoes.

the pet name rolls off his tongue so smoothly he doesn’t even realize he probably shouldn’t use it anymore. and he certainly doesn’t realize how it unravels you, your heart still fluttering like it did the first time he’d called you something affectionate.

“okay,” you pull your phone from your ear and oblige, “i sent it.”

he’s walking out his door and heading for his car shortly after, all of his movements on fast forward since you’re involved. you’re about a twenty minute drive from him and he curses internally, wishing there was a way for him to get to you faster. 

“i’ll be there real soon. wait for me, okay, pretty?” 

you nod like he can see you, and then the call ends, and you’re left with only the night air and the chatter of strangers. 

it’s a colder night, the wind adding a harsh chill that nips at your face and bare legs. there’s the obvious option: go back inside until chan arrives so you aren’t suffering unnecessarily. but you dread even the thought of stepping foot in there again, no matter how warm it may be.

so you stand in place, arms enveloping yourself to contain some of your body heat, wishing you had never fucking smiled at stats guy that first day in class. 

meanwhile, chan’s gripping the steering wheel so hard it almost hurts. he’s desperate to get to you, so he isn’t driving reckless, but he’s definitely taking the speed limit as a suggestion. 

truthfully, his friends would probably judge him heavily right now. you’re the girl he’s head over heels for that ended things just last week. there’s no reason for him to still be so whipped for you, especially to the point of picking you up from a shitty date with another man. he’ll never feel bad for being someone you can count on, though. not even when you left him feeling this empty. 

it’s partially his fault. he should have known he couldn’t do no commitment, no feelings sex with you. his friend — his beautiful, funny, stubborn friend. you’re different than the other girls he kept around for only days at a time. 

a twenty minute drive becomes thirteen, seven minutes shaved off by his haste and the lack of traffic, thankfully. you recognize his car the moment it pulls into the parking lot from all your past experiences. all the times he picked you up in it and all the times he fucked you dumb in it. 

“you look good, princess. shame it was for him of all people,” he says as you climb into his passenger seat. 

you roll your eyes and settle into the warmth, pretending to not notice his eyes dragging over you. “thanks,” you force out, “for picking me up.” 

not a thank you for the compliment, no need to let him know how much his words affect you.

“so talk to me. what did that asshole do?” he asks, jaw clenched. he’s tried to prepare himself for it, but he feels an entirely new wave of anger wash over him now that you’re right next to him. still an angel, the last person any guy should dream of mistreating. 

“typical asshole shit,” you shrug, hoping you’d seem less bothered than you are, “just walked out when i wouldn’t go home with him.”  

he’s quiet, fuming with anger but determined to not take it out on you. his suspicions were correct, and he hates that they were. hates that someone hurt you, hates that some idiot didn’t see how fucking lucky he was that you gave him a chance. 

“i told you that guy was a fucking loser,” he finally growls. it’s far more filtered than what he’s truly thinking. 

“yeah, i know. can we save the ‘i told you so’s for later, please?” you sigh.

the car comes to a red light and he looks over at you, face illuminated perfectly by the light shining through the windshield. you tear your eyes away because looking at him is a stark reminder. his hand comes to rest on your thigh as if he was silently telling you he’d always be there. 

even if you look away, he’ll remain in the shadows of your mind ever-presently. you proved that by calling him today.

you both glance down at his hand, and when you make no attempt to move it, a sly smile spreads across his face. “i’m not gonna rub it in your face, baby. you know i’m not like that,” he promises.

something about hearing the word “baby” fall from his lips now — no longer over the phone but right beside you — unsettles something you tried to ignore. the ease and confidence with which he said it along with his satisfied smirk makes the question tumble out before you can bite it back.

“did you call her that, too?”

utter confusion. that’s the best way you could describe his expression right now. because he is confused, completely dumbfounded as the prospect of there being any “her” that isn’t you. 

“who?” he asks, wondering where that notion even came from. 

there’s been no one but you for a year. no girls coming in and out of his apartment, no drunken kisses at parties. his friends have tried to introduce him to other girls, hoping to revitalize the “fun” chan they once knew; he’s cut them off every time, throwing out quick greetings before taking off to find you.

you have a chance to turn back. to tell him you were joking and that you don’t care, anyway. for some reason, you dive forward into the conversation that’ll either break you or your secrets.

“the girl you were just with,” you answer matter-of-factly. 

“what?” his body nearly jerks back in his seat at the absurdity, his hand yanking away from your thigh at once. “i wasn’t with anyone.”

it’d be difficult to fake a reaction like that, so you know you’re wrong. you feel stupid for letting your assumptions have so much life, but being in love with someone you weren’t supposed to be in love with would make anyone a little irrational.

“i just assumed…because i woke you up.” god, now you even sound stupid. add napping to the list of things that apparently have secondary implications. 

chan pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales deeply. you really drive him crazy — in the best and worst ways. “jesus, y/n, just because i was taking a nap doesn’t mean i fucked someone,” he huffs.

“god forbid a girl notices a pattern,” you attempt to joke, but it comes out flat. he doesn’t even crack a smile. 

“you just ended things last week,” he reminds, “do you think i’d move on that fast?”

are you supposed to answer that? because the answer would be yes, yes you do. you’ve seen it before, when you were just friends and he’d have a different girl on his arm every weekend. why would you be any different? just because you happened to be regularly fucking for a year — longer than chan’s kept anyone else around?

no. no way. chan doesn’t do relationships or commitment and he certainly doesn’t do love. that’s exactly why you were trying to bury yours so far back you could pretend it never existed. 

“wouldn’t be the first time,” you scoff. “plus, it was just sex.” 

the dagger that pierces both of you. ouch. you, because it’s such a horrible lie it barely can find a voice outside your chest. him, because he thinks it’s your truth, and that tears him apart. 

he pokes his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head in disbelief. “okay,” he laughs dryly.

“what? am i wrong?” you shoot back. there’s a breaking point only each of you can bring the other to, and you’re both nearing it. usually it’s a game, but right now, it’s a warzone. 

“yeah, you’re dead wrong,” he snaps. his intensity startles you, so much so that you can’t even register his words. “i ‘sleep’ after we have sex because it feels like the only way i can get you to stay,” he continues, softer now but still with a lingering edge. 

you tilt your head and pout, fully committing to the battle. and you’re not even sure how you got here — things just seem to spiral with chan. that’s how you went from fucking to falling in love, and how so many nights you went from casual teasing to being driven into the mattress. 

“aw, you want me to stay, chan?” you taunt. “wanna cuddle and hold hands after you cum so you can pretend you’re this lover boy that you’re not?”

“god, you’re so annoying,” he groans. you don’t even realize that the car’s stopped moving. the tension in the small space has completely clouded your brain. 

“please, go on. really making my night so much better,” you retort. 

now that he’s no longer driving, he doesn’t need to keep his glances quick and sharp. he can stare right at you as much as he wants, and he’s taking full advantage of that. because he’s all too aware of what just a stare can do to you. a man conscious of his own power is dangerous. 

“you’re funny, y/n,” he chuckles, but there’s no humor. “you asked me about another girl. why is that? if it’s just sex, why do you care?”

fuck. him. seriously, fuck him for always being right and always seeing right through you and always knowing exactly how to leave you answerless.

“i was just curious.”

he laughs again, and this time it almost sounds genuine. sympathy laughter. “you’re a bad liar. and you drive me insane twenty-four fucking seven,” he huffs. “yeah, i want you to stay. at least i’m honest. you’re always trying to leave so quickly, and sometimes i’m not strong enough to watch you walk out the door.”

his voice shifts to something raw and unguarded, and you wonder if you’re misreading this. but if he wants honesty, fine, you’ll give him honesty and suffer with the consequences after. 

“i leave so quickly because if i don’t, i’m scared you’ll see,” you whisper. 

“scared i’ll see what? baby, i’ve seen every part of you. what are you trying to hide?” he questions, practically begging. 

it’s almost comical how fast you two switch from sarcastic quips and meaningless insults to gentle vulnerability. this is the perfect glimpse into the past year — the desperation that often unfolded into something you couldn’t quite fathom. 

all the times he’d bring you a towel to clean up with and then fall back into bed beside you, draping his arm across you and drifting to sleep with a quickness you envied. and you’d allow yourself the pleasure of staying a little longer while he slept, praying he wouldn’t wake up to notice you slowly cracking.

you wish you could hate him. there’s plenty of reasons for you to. like him being so certain that you’d catch feelings (and seemingly doing everything in his power to assure that you do), or pulling you out of deep study sessions because he “needs you.” 

but he’s begging, and you can’t hate him when he begs. 

“the part that’s so fucking desperate for more,” you choke out. his eyes go wide and you can’t tell with what — pure shock, horror, relief? it doesn’t matter; the truth is out, and you’re letting it all spill now. “that’s why i said we had to stop. because we promised no strings attached, but somehow you knew i’d fall for you and you were right.”

“y/n,” he says sharply. 

you hear him, but you continue as if you didn’t. now that you’ve finally confessed what you’ve swallowed back for so long, your lips won’t stop moving. they’re greedy, taking every single word you’ve kept from them at the back of your throat. 

“so i had to end things. i know we were just ‘friends with benefits’ or whatever and i’m an idiot for catching feelings, but—”

he interrupts you again, louder now. “y/n,” he repeats, dropping his hand on top of yours as it rests on the center console. hopefully his touch would be enough to pull you out of your rant. and it is. you fall silent abruptly, the weight of your confession sinking in. “i was wrong,” he corrects.

“huh?”

god, you’re cute. confusion written all over your perfect face, mouth slightly agape while you await an explanation. but now that he has your attention, he’s finding it rather difficult to find his voice. 

you fell for him. just like he predicted. what he didn’t predict, however, was how fucking happy he’d be when you did. 

because he fell for you too. against his rules, against his own will, he fell stupidly, madly, wholly in love with you. and now he can't hide it anymore. he doesn't need to hide it.  

he takes one deep breath before beginning his own ramble — his final breath before everything changes. hopefully. 

“i was wrong because i told myself you were just another girl,” he admits shakily, “and you’re not.” you interlock your fingers with his, and suddenly it’s all too easy to keep going. “you’re the girl i’ll always pick up for. the girl that doesn’t ever listen and yet i love her more for it. the girl i pretend to be asleep with just so she’ll stay a little longer.”

you blink at him slowly. “you were pretending?” 

out of all the things he just said, that’s what you choose to focus on? his frequent scheme to get you to stay by playing pretend? if he didn’t just reveal that he loves you, he’d probably call you annoying again.

“not always!” he defends. “just…sometimes. did you really not notice all those times i was smiling like an idiot while i held you?”

“no…” you trail, and he can’t help but laugh. how oblivious you’ve both been. 

“shit. i guess we’re just two clueless idiots.”

two clueless idiots who broke the rules and hopelessly fell for each other. and you realize that now. 

“wait,” you begin again, “you love me? like, you’re in love with me?”

please say yes, you chant internally. 

instead, his lips curl into a smug smile. “are you not in love with me?” he teases. 

“don’t be a child.”

“say it.”

his hand is strong against yours, trying to squeeze the words out of you. 

“fine,” you roll your eyes, “yes, i’m in love with you, stupid. and the sex. mostly the sex.”

definitely not mostly the sex. it was a plus — a huge one, sure. but it’s not what made you fall for him. 

you fell for him during the nights when you’d stay and watch his chest rise and fall (which you now know may have been partially a lie). you fell for him when he’d answer every call and every text no matter how late or how trivial. 

“trust me, you moan too loud for me to not know that,” he quips.

nevermind. you hate him.

“chan,” you deadpan, and he leans in closer.

dropping his voice to a whisper, he adds, “oh, yeah. i’m in love with you too,” like it’s an afterthought. messing with you is too fun, even as you’re spilling your hearts out to each other. he mostly just likes the trouble it gets him into later.

“fuck you,” you scowl, but your expression softens quickly. he’s so close now, and oh how you’ve missed his lips.

“promise?” he grins, breath hitting your face as he speaks. 

when you kiss, it’s like everything you remember yet something entirely new. it’s a kiss that has something to prove, something to say. 

i love you. i’m so in love with you.

and when you climb into his lap and it only plunges quickly from there, it’s clear it’s not just sex. was it ever, really?

for once, chan was wrong. he does do relationships, commitment, love, the whole damn thing. but only for you. only for you would he break every single rule he’s ever set. 

lord knows he’s already broken most of them.

[silverlakee]

i'm craving bf!hyunjin texts :(

texts with bf!hyunjin ♡.*•

• random daily texts with bf!hyunjin

• suggestive, pregnancy jokes, sexual language

• i’m finally posting again after like 6 months lol i hope u guys enjoy <3

[chandora]

mdni 18+ — bangchan being an eater

honestly, screw him for this. you bring him to your family so he can be introduced to them, and this is how he repays you? by forcing you to hush up your sounds of pleasure in your childhood bedroom?

he’s quite pleased with himself. you can feel his growled laughter against your puffy folds, his pupils wide and blown as he occasionally looks up at you. he flattens his tongue, running it from your spasming hole to your clit before he parts from you. chin dribbling and his plush lips curled into a smile. he’s made you come once, and he doesn’t plan on stopping now.

he loves a good personal record.

you can barely breathe, and he’s tormenting you. taking a delight in it. he sat there during dinner as the perfect spectacle of a man, helping your mother, impressing your father. and now he’s got your sweetness on his tongue like ambrosia. you knew that joke he made at the table about innocent “cream pies” for dessert was too good to be true.

he nudges his nose against your thigh, kissing the junction between your mound and leg crease.

“still with me…? silly girl, letting me eat you out in your cute little room you grew up in...”

you’d throw a curse at him if you had the energy, but his words make something churn delightfully in your stomach. a wanton sound bubbles up in your throat and escapes, making you slap your hand over your lips. his hands are snaked up your shirt, kneading at your breasts in his palms. warm and soft. just like the rest of you.

you did homework on this bed. gossiped to friends about who was doing what, the people you had crushes on. and here he is, the man of your dreams giving you a nice night cap involving his drooling tongue to end the perfect day.

he dives back in with good vigor and an obnoxious slurping sound. why does he get to be loud? with his lips closing around your sensitive bundle of nerves, chan’s own eyes close as your thighs squeeze around his head. it makes his head dizzy and his cock twitch against the mattress. he laps soft, gentle kitten licks, mimicking your whining and mewling back to you before laughing with a rolled out tongue.

“shh… don’t wanna wake up your family…”

chan blows cold air against your folds as you twitch, stifling your hiccuped little moans behind your hand. he grins and nudges your clit with his nose. you smell too good, he wants to burrow his face in you forever.

“slutty pussy… dripping all over your sheets…” and because chan can never degrade you without feeling like a monster if there’s no praise—

“so pretty down here… pretty everywhere… you taste so good, i could eat it for hours. will you let me, baby? let channie love on this pretty cunt all night?”

his hands slide up and down the sides of your torso, and you’re not even sure what he’s saying. your head is spinning, on cloud 9. but you nod, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on your childhood bedroom ceiling.

if you look down at him you swear you’ll come again. the sounds are already too much, his grunts and groans with the wet clicking and squelching every time his tongue laves down on your pussy. he’s painfully throbbing in his boxers. you have that affect on him.

“there she is… letting me do whatever i want… you worked so hard to make tonight go smooth… looked so sexy in your pretty outfit… let me treat my girl…”

chan purses his slick covered, thick lips and kisses your clit. a soft suck to it, drawing back. he can feel sinewy strings of your juices and his saliva connecting his lips to you. he repeats the feverish kisses, his hips rocking against the mattress every time your hips buck and you let out a little soft cry. “yeah? mm? like it when channie kisses your soft pussy? oh, look at you, darling… you must feel so good… precious little thing.”

you babble a slew of moans as he gathers saliva in his own mouth and rolls his tongue out, letting it fall onto your slit with his expression of pinched brows and a begging eyes. oh, he knows what he’s doing.

he flattens his tongue, licking a long, pressured stripe up from your perineum to your suck a kiss onto your throbbing clit with a dramatically drawn out moan of his own. chan repeats it a few more times, making sure the round tip of his nose catches under the hood of your cute little button.

your hole is clenching around nothing, hips writhing a bit. he’s got you, don’t worry. he laps at your folds, shaking his head around and moans at the taste of you once more before drawing back. chan rests his head against your thigh and brings a hand up to play with your pussy while he talks to you, finding it amusing how you gasp for air and try to keep quiet.

“so soft… so wet and warm f’me… you love my tongue, don’t you, baby? mmm… fuck yeah… my tongue loves you too, sweetheart.”

chan rubs three fingers in gentle, petting circles around your folds, making sure his middle finger catches on your clit with sticky sounds at every rounding gesture. he could play with you like a fidget toy all day and never get bored. call you in during studio sessions, he’d feel relaxed just from making you feel good. his mouth waters at how aroused he’s made you. chan’s breathless from both devouring you like a starved man and humping the corner of the bed to relieve himself.

but you haven’t come again yet. he’s been edging you on that peak for a while like a heartless man. in chan’s defense, he thinks he can get you to gush more for him. if it isn’t messy, he didn’t do his job. he loves making you feel good, and he’s obsessed with making you come as hard as possible. it’s his best devotion to you.

“you look exhausted… ‘s okay, you’re okay… so fuckin’ gorgeous like this, fuck me… ‘m gonna… ‘m gonna rock you to sleep… fall asleep full of me…”

all you do is nod, a squeak of a whine. your fucked out expression is all he needs to sit up on his haunches and stare down at you. you’re leaking like a broken faucet all over the sheets, staining them a darker patch under your ass. it’ll be easier to slide into you like that. all pliant and soaked and craving him inside of you—

“actually, baby… you wanna try something new? be my good girl…? you’re gonna sit that pretty pussy on my face.”

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author’s note: thank you for 500 followers, i can’t believe it! i wanted to write something as a treat in between drafting requests ^-^*