juni

18 junipear jun. junper. j any prns (( preferably she/her but idm any prns

[j-pear]

random tmi cuz i feel like it

i shamelessly read fics in public with a straight face because i just think everybody minds their own business (they dont they probably read the fic with me in secret) okay bye im not gonna post again until im done reblogging like 50+ fics

[oinkhop]

seo changbin in the dominATE japan document movie

[foolishaj]

Social anxiety is afraid of Felix

[foolishaj]

Stop the skipping is so cute!!!

[b4echo]

NEVER HAVE I EVER… FUCKED MY PROFESSOR FOR AN A+ 、 bc

──── ❛ you might be failing professor bang’s class, but you’re about to ace his extra-credit assignment

❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 ❫ ﹒﹒ bc x f!reader 𝟯｡𝟳𝗸 smut prof!chan x student reader age gap semi-public sex desk sex cunnilingus p in v creampie

reblog4kiss ・・・ ❤︎

a massive, bright red F stared back at you from the top corner of your midterm paper.

it wasn’t just a regular failing grade. it was circled so hard that the red ink had bled through to the next page, practically mocking you. below it, in a neat, perfectly legible cursive script, was a note: please see me during office hours to discuss your standing in this course. – professor bang.

“oof. that is brutal,” your friend lena whispered, leaning over your shoulder to look at the paper. “I thought you at least got a C on that essay”

“i thought so too,” you groaned, dropping your forehead onto the wooden desk with a dull thud. the lecture hall was slowly emptying around you as students packed up their laptops and notebooks, laughing and talking about their plans for the weekend. you, on the other hand, felt like your chest was collapsing. “i’m literally on the brink of failing. if i don't pass this class, i lose my financial aid. i’m dead, lena. actually dead”

“well,” lena said, zipping up her backpack and giving you a look that immediately made you suspicious. “you know there’s an easy way out of this, right? kill two birds with one stone”

you lifted your head, squinting at her. “what are you talking about?”

“come on. everyone in this department knows professor bang is the hottest guy on campus. and everyone also knows you have a massive, pathetic crush on him. you literally turn red every time he calls on you in class”

“he’s my professor," you hissed, looking around quickly to make sure no one was listening. “and he’s older than me. it’s just a harmless crush. he’s brilliant, okay? it’s intellectual appreciation”

“sure, let’s call it that,” lena smirked, leaning closer. “look, i dare you. seduce him. go to his office hours, look cute, cry a little bit if you have to, and get him to raise your grade. you finally get to make a move on the man of your dreams, and you don’t lose your college funding. it’s a win-win”

“are you insane?” you shoved your failing paper into your bag, your heart doing a nervous flip just at the mention of it. “that’s academic misconduct. if i get caught, i’ll get expelled. plus, he would never. he’s incredibly professional. he doesn't even look at students that way”

“you don't know until you try,” lena said, patting your shoulder as she stood up. “think about it. unless you want to retake advanced sociological theory over the summer”

you watched her walk away, your stomach twisting into tight knots. the idea was terrifying. professor bang—chan, as you secretly called him in your head—was thirty-two, incredibly sharp, and carried himself with a quiet, polite confidence that made half the student body swoon. he wore well-fitted sweaters, glasses that sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose, and he always treated everyone with a kindness that felt entirely too genuine for a university professor.

you had spent the last seven months sitting in the third row, completely mesmerized by the way his hands moved when he lectured, or the deep, rumbling quality of his voice. but actually trying to get into his bed just for a passing grade? it was cheap. it was desperate. you couldn't do it.

the universe, however, seemed to have other plans.

over the next few days, it felt like you couldn't escape him. it started on thursday morning when you rushed into the campus coffee shop, completely drenched from a sudden downpour. you were shivering, your hair plastered to your face, trying to wipe the water off your phone screen.

“here, use this”

a clean, white napkin appeared in your field of vision. you looked up, blinking back the rainwater, and your heart stopped.

chan was standing right next to you, holding a steaming travel mug. he wasn't wearing his usual structured blazer today—just a soft, dark gray hoodie that made him look incredibly approachable, almost ordinary, if he wasn't so strikingly handsome. his hair was slightly damp, curling up at the ends.

“professor Bang,” you stammered, taking the napkin. “uh, thank you”

“rough morning?” he offered you a small, warm smile. the crinkles around his eyes appeared, the ones you usually only saw from thirty feet away in the lecture hall. “the weather forecast completely lied to us today”

“yeah,” you muttered, frantically dabbing at your wet shirt, acutely aware of how messy you looked. “i forgot my umbrella. and my laptop is in my bag, so i’m just praying it didn't get ruined”

“if it did, let me know,” he said, his tone softening. “i can give you an extension on the weekly reading response if your tech is fried. i know you've been having a stressful semester”

you froze, looking into his dark eyes. he sounded so genuinely concerned that a wave of guilt hit you. he was being nice, and your best friend was currently text-nagging you to sleep with him for a B+.

“thank you,” you whispered. “i appreciate it”

“of course. get a warm drink,” he said, giving you a polite nod before turning to walk out into the rain. you watched his broad shoulders disappear through the glass doors, your chest aching with a strange mix of panic and longing.

the second accidental meeting happened on friday night. you had stayed late at the campus library, desperately trying to rewrite an assignment, but by 9:00 PM, your brain was completely fried. you packed up your things and walked down the quiet, dimly lit stairs of the social sciences building to head home.

as you pushed the heavy exit doors open, you ran straight into a solid chest.

books and loose papers went flying across the concrete stairs. you gasped, stumbling backward, but a strong hand instantly caught your forearm, steadying you before you could fall.

“whoa, careful,” a familiar voice said.

you looked up. it was him. again. he was holding a stack of graded essays, a few of which had scattered onto the floor. he looked tired, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose, his tie loosened at his collar.

“i am so sorry!” you cried, immediately dropping to your knees to help him gather the papers. “i wasn't looking where I was going, I'm so clumsy-”

“hey, it's fine. don't worry about it,” chan said, kneeling down right across from you. as you both reached for a fallen syllabus, your fingers brushed against his. a jolt of pure electricity shot up your arm. you pulled your hand back quickly, your cheeks instantly burning hot.

chan paused, his eyes dropping to your hand, then moving up to your face. in the dim light of the streetlamp, his gaze felt incredibly intense, much heavier than it ever did during class.

“you're working late,” he noted softly, stacking the papers neatly.

“just trying to save my grade,” you said, a bitter, nervous laugh escaping your lips. “i’m not doing very well in your class, professor”

chan stood up, offering you a hand to help you up. you hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing your hand in his. his grip was warm, firm, and completely steady. he didn't let go immediately after you stood up; his eyes searched yours for a long moment, scanning the dark circles under your eyes.

“you're smart,” he said, his voice dropping an octave, sounding deeply personal in the quiet night air. “i read your admission essay from last year. you have a lot of potential. you just seem... distracted lately”

because i spend the entire lecture staring at your mouth, you thought, a wave of sheer panic washing over you.

“i’ll try harder,” you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly.

“come to my office hours on monday,” chan said, finally releasing your hand, though his fingers lingered against your skin for a split second. “we'll figure something out. i don't want to see you fail”

by the time monday afternoon rolled around, you were a complete nervous wreck.

you had spent the entire weekend staring at your ceiling, lena’s voice ringing in your ears. seduce him. raise your grade. kill two birds with one stone. you had dismissed it as a joke initially, but after the library stairs—after the way he had looked at you, the way his hand had felt—a reckless, dangerous curiosity had taken root in your mind. what if he was interested? what if he was just as frustrated by the professional boundary as you were?

you stood outside his office door, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. you had taken a little extra time on your appearance today and you left your hair down. it wasn't overt, but it was deliberate.

you took a deep breath and knocked.

“come in,” his voice called out from inside.

you pushed the door open. chan’s office was small, crammed with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, stacks of research journals, and a large mahogany desk in the center. he was sitting behind it, typing away on his laptop. he looked up, and the moment his eyes landed on you, he closed his computer.

“ah. come on in,” he said, leaning back in his chair. he took off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose before looking back up at you with a welcoming smile. “sit down”

you walked in, the heavy door clicking shut behind you. you sat in the low leather chair across from his desk, clutching your notebook like a shield.

“so,” chan started, reaching for your midterm paper, which was sitting on a stack to his left. “let’s talk about this midterm. i was surprised by the result. your thesis statement was completely unfocused.”

“i know,” you said quietly, looking down at your lap. “i had a really hard time organizing my thoughts for this one”

“it’s not just this paper,” chan said gently, his tone firm but entirely devoid of malice. he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk, bringing himself closer to you. “your quiz grades have been dropping, and you haven't been participating in class discussions. if this keeps up, you’re looking at a D or an F for the semester. i can’t curve a grade that low, no matter how much I want to”

no matter how much I want to.

the phrase hung in the air, fueling the tiny, reckless spark inside your chest. you looked up from your lap, meeting his eyes. he looked so professional, so completely out of reach, but you were desperate. you needed this grade, and more than that, you wanted him.

“is there... anything i can do to fix it?” you asked, your voice dropping into a softer, quieter tone. you leaned forward slightly, resting your elbows on his desk, mimicking his posture. “any extra credit? anything at all, professor?”

chan’s eyes narrowed slightly. he didn't move, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back to your eyes. the atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, the air becoming thick, heavy, and charged with an undeniable tension.

“extra credit?” he repeated, his voice low.

“yeah,” you murmured, your heart beating so hard you were certain he could hear it. you reached out, your hand moving slowly across the smooth dark wood of his desk until your fingertips were just an inch away from his forearm. you looked at him through your eyelashes, your chest heaving with shallow breaths. “i’m willing to do whatever it takes to pass this class. truly. i really need your help, chan”

the slip of his actual name cut through the professional quiet of the room like a physical shock.

chan looked down at your hand on his desk. for a long, agonizing three seconds, he didn't move. you held your breath, a sudden wave of sheer terror washing over you. i messed up, you thought, your stomach dropping. he’s going to report me. i’m going to get expelled.

but then, chan moved.

he didn’t pull away. instead, he reached out, his large, warm hand completely covering yours, pinning your fingers to the desk. he stood up slowly, his towering frame casting a long shadow over you. he walked around the perimeter of the desk, his movements calm and entirely deliberate, until he was standing right beside your chair.

“close the blinds,” he said, his voice incredibly deep, rougher than you had ever heard it.

you blinked, your brain scrambling to catch up. “what?”

“the blinds,” chan repeated, turning his head to look at the large glass window that faced the inner courtyard of the building. “if you’re going to talk about extra credit, i suggest we have some privacy”

your trembling legs barely carried you as you stood up. you walked over to the window, your fingers shaking as you pulled the cord, the plastic slats tilting shut and plunging the office into a dim, shadow-filled seclusion. when you turned back around, chan was leaning against the edge of his desk, his arms crossed over his chest, watching you with an intensity that made your knees feel weak.

“you’ve been staring at me during lectures for three months,” chan said, his tone entirely blunt, stripping away the professor persona completely. “did you really think i didn’t notice?”

you swallowed hard, stepping back toward him. “i... i didn’t think you cared”

“i shouldn’t care,” he said, a quiet, frustrated breath escaping his lips. he reached up, loosening his tie with one hand and pulling it over his head, tossing it onto his desk. “it’s against university policy. it’s unethical. i could lose my tenure”

“then why are you closing the blinds?” you whispered, stopping just inches from him. the scent of his expensive cologne and warm skin was dizzying.

chan reached out, his hands wrapping securely around your waist. his grip was firm, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you down on the edge of his mahogany desk. notebooks and papers scattered to the floor, but neither of you cared.

“because i’m tired of watching you look at me like that from the third row,” chan muttered, stepping into the space between your thighs. he leaned down, his face halting inches from yours, his dark eyes burning with a hunger that had clearly been restrained for a very long time. “if you’re going to try and play this game to fix your grade, you better be ready for the consequences”

“i am,” you breathed, your hands reaching up to grip his broad shoulders.

chan didn’t hesitate. he leaned in, his mouth crashing against yours in a deep, heavy kiss that completely stole the air from your lungs. it wasn’t gentle, and it wasn’t polite. it was the release of months of pent-up frustration. his tongue slid into your mouth, tasting you hungrily, his hands sliding up your back to pull you flush against his chest. you moaned into the kiss, your fingers tangling into his soft hair, pulling him closer as the sheer thrill of it consumed you.

he pulled back just an inch, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps against your lips. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that,” he murmured, his voice thick.

before you could answer, chan slid down to his knees on the floor between your parted legs.

your breath caught sharply in your throat, your hands gripping the edge of the wooden desk for balance. chan looked up at you from the floor, his expression entirely dark and focused. he reached out, his hands sliding up your legs, pushing your skirt up until it was bunched around your waist. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion and tossing them aside.

“chan, wait-” you gasped, the reality of where you were hitting you all at once. “in your office? what if someone knocks?”

“the door locks automatically,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours. “be quiet”

he leaned forward, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, spreading you wide on the edge of the desk. he dipped his head, his warm breath fanning across your bare skin before his tongue made direct contact with your pussy.

a loud, broken gasp escaped your lips. you immediately clamped your hand over your mouth, your eyes widening in pure shock. the sensation was incredible. chan was ruthless, his tongue sweeping upward in long, wet, heavy strokes that hit your clit with perfect accuracy. he knew exactly what he was doing. he used his fingers to stretch you open, his thumb rubbing small circles right against your folds while his mouth created a deep, wet suction on your clit.

the sound of his tongue against your slick skin echoed softly in the quiet office. you threw your head back, your chest heaving as the pleasure began to coil tightly in your stomach. he picked up the pace, his mouth becoming hungrier, drinking you in as your body began to tremble.

“chan... please,” you whimpered against your palm, your hips helplessly rolling against his face, trying to chase the friction.

he didn’t slow down. he kept his two fingers plunged deep inside your wet warmth, mimicking a fast, driving rhythm while his tongue continued to assault your clit. the double stimulation was completely overwhelming. your mind went entirely blank, your muscles locking up as a massive, shuddering orgasm crashed over you. you moaned loudly against your hand, your thighs shaking violently against his shoulders as your body released everything.

chan didn't let you recover.

he kept his fingers inside you, feeling the tight, rhythmic contractions of your climax. as your breathing began to slow, he pulled his mouth back just enough to look up at you, his lips and chin slick with your moisture. a slow, dark smirk touched his lips.

“we’re not done,” he murmured, his voice incredibly deep. “that was just for me. now let’s fix that grade”

he stood up while unbuttoning his shirt, though he left it hanging on by the shoulders, unbuckled his belt and shedded his trousers in one fluid motion. his boxers followed, revealing his heavy, fully hardened cock pulsing in the dim light of the office. he looked entirely magnificent, his broad chest and tensed abs glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

he stepped back into the space between your legs, his hands gripping your waist to pull you right to the absolute edge of the desk. he guided his tip against your completely drenched entrance, tapping it twice against your sensitive clit, making you let out a needy whimper.

“look at me,” chan commanded softly, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

you looked up at him, your fingernails digging into the wood of his desk for support. in one smooth, heavy motion, chan drove himself entirely inside you.

a strangled moan escaped your throat, your head falling back as he filled you to the absolute brim. the sheer fullness of him after being eaten out was an unbelievable, overwhelming sensation. you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer as he began to move, his hips slamming forward in a steady, heavy rhythm.

the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly in the office, mixing with your breathless cries. chan was relentless, his pace fast and heavy, his jaw clenched tightly as he looked down at your flushed face.

“f-fuck, you're so tight,” he gasped, his hands moving to grip your thighs, lifting your legs higher to angle his thrusts deeper. every single push hit your sweet spot with an accuracy that made your toes curl.

“chan... faster... please,” you whimpered, completely lost in the sensation of him filling you, your previous anxiety entirely forgotten.

he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and completely relentless. you were dancing on the edge of another orgasm, your stomach tightening for the second time that afternoon. chan let out a broken moan, his breathing completely ragged as he delivered five final, heavy thrusts, burying himself as deeply as possible inside you before his body locked up completely.

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

the room fell completely silent, save for the frantic, heavy panting of your lungs.

after a few long minutes, chan slowly shifted his weight, pulling out of you with a soft sigh. he reached around, grabbing a tissue from his desk to gently wipe you down before helping you slide off the desk. your legs were shaking so badly you almost collapsed, but his strong arms caught you immediately, holding you steady against his chest.

he reached down, picked up your underwear from the floor, and handed them to you with a quiet, gentle smile—the familiar, polite professor persona slowly returning, though his eyes still carried a lingering heat.

you quickly pulled your clothes back into place, smoothing down your sweater, your face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction.

chan walked back around his desk, pulling his trousers back on and buckling his belt. he picked up his tie, folding it neatly and putting it in his pocket, before opening his laptop once more. his fingers flew across the keyboard for a brief five seconds.

“there,” chan said softly, turning the screen around so you could see it.

you looked at the university grading portal. next to your midterm assignment, the bright red F was gone. in its place was a solid, perfect A-.

“you’ll still need to study for the final exam,” chan said, his tone returning to that professional, calm cadence, though a wicked, teasing glint danced in his eyes. “but i think we can arrange a few more extra credit sessions in my office before the semester ends to make sure you stay on track”

you let out a breathless, happy laugh, walking over to the door. “thank you, professor bang”

“happy to help,” chan murmured, watching you with a warm smile as you unlocked the door and stepped back out into the hallway, your heart light and your financial aid completely secure.

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[planet-dusk]

cw. soft dubcon-ish at the start, 9th member reader, chan's whipped and desperate and a perv (and fucks you like his life depends on it), wc. 2680 minors dni.

note. it's been a while but i haven't forgotten the 7k event :)) this turned out softer than i expected... might post a noncon version of the same story if there's enough interest! prompt: #31 "shh. go back to sleep."

you're not sure what wakes you.

for a moment you think it's the dream you were having; something about the choreography you kept messing up today and the steady hold of chan's hands on your waist after he pushed minho aside to correct your posture himself. you recall his breath chilling the sweat on your nape as he counted the beats. how close he'd been standing and how difficult it'd been to not step back and press yourself against him.

the hand on your hip shifts. your foggy brain struggles to catch up, your small room still dark except for the faint glow of city lights bleeding through a crack in the curtains. you can barely make out the shape of your desk chair, clothes piled on it. then you notice the warmth of a body behind you, and your pulse jumps —

"hey, it's just me."

chan's voice, barely above a whisper, but you'd recognise it anywhere. you blink hard to try and clear your sleepy haze, stifling a surprised whimper when his thumb brushes over your bare thigh. your heart is still hammering away in your chest, adrenaline and confusion jumbling together. you open your mouth to ask him what he's doing in your room, in your bed, but no words come out.

his hand finds your shoulder, its warmth bleeding through the thin cotton of your sleep shirt. his fingers gently curl around the curve of your arm. they move with a deliberate, soothing motion, the kind of thing he does when a member is having a panic attack or breaks down after an intense performance. but his hand doesn't move away this time. it lingers, thumb stroking in a slow, deliberate path down your arm.

"i heard you calling out my name… thought you were having a nightmare."

the dream. your face burns, and you're grateful for the darkness shielding your expression from him. the way he'd positioned you, his hands firm on your body, not unlike now…

his hand slides from your shoulder to the side of your neck. his palm covers the column of your throat, not pressing, just resting there. you desperately try to control the frantic beating of your heart, and you know he can feel your pulse jumping against his skin.

"are you okay? i could hear you through the walls."

you shiver. your room doesn't share a wall with his. his is down the hall, past the bathroom, on the other side of the dorm.

"chan-ah…" you whisper, but he answers the question before you can ask it aloud.

"i was walking by to get some water. then i heard you."

it's a flimsy explanation. you both know it is. he ignores the nickname he begrudgingly allows you to use sometimes, despite you being a year younger than him, hand softly squeezing your throat instead. there's none of his usual teasing, just the heavy tension hanging in the silence between you.

"i've heard you before," he admits. his thumb brushes along your jaw and there's no doubt he feels the way your breath hitches in your throat. "other nights. you think these walls are thick enough? you think no one can hear you?"

embarrassment washes over you. you think back on the nights you touched yourself thinking about him, muffling your whimpers in your pillow as best as you could, sure no one could hear —

"chan, you should leave."

before it's too late, you want to add, but the words fizzle out before they can reach your lips. there's too much at stake… the fans, your career, the company, this family of eight men you've become a part of. you won't jeopardize that.

"i can't stop thinking about you." there's a rawness to his voice, as if someone is dragging the words out of him. "it's driving me fucking crazy. i asked ji to work on the new track because your voice gets stuck in my head all day, and all i can hear is the way you moan." his hand moves up, fingers tightening in your hair, firm enough to pull at your scalp. "countless times i've stood outside this door and walked away, trying to be the better man. but not tonight. i won't walk away now."

"chan —"

"shh." he shifts, rolling you onto your back and throwing a leg over yours, caging you in. "go back to sleep, then. you were saying my name so prettily. let me hear it again."

"it's not - we can't —", the words come out jumbled as his hands push under the hem of your shirt. the friction of his rough callouses against your skin make your core clench. "the members…"

"are asleep." his thumbs caress the underside of your breasts, hovering there. "it's three in the morning, no one's going to wake up. they won't hear you. unless you're too loud… which you might be. because you get loud when you think about me, don't you? no need to be shy now."

you think of him standing right outside your door, his ear pressed to the wood. listening to every desperate, needy sound you made as you touched yourself thinking of him.

the thought should horrify you. instead, a hot pulse of arousal throbs between your legs, and you hate yourself for it. your body is responding to this – to him — like an over-eager dog keen to please its owner.

chan squeezes, just once, relishing in the way you arch into his hands.

"there she is. i knew you'd feel like this. so soft."

he tugs up your shirt, bunching the fabric above your sternum. cool air washes over your bare skin, your breasts exposed to the dark room, and you instinctively try to cover yourself. chan catches your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, holding them there against the pillow.

"don't hide from me." his gaze travels down your body, and even in the dim light you see his pupils are blown wide, swallowing the warm brown of his irises. "you have no idea how many times i've imagined you like this."

his free hand cups your breast, thumb dragging across your nipple. you bite your lip hard to keep from making a sound but a soft whimper manages to escape. chan smiles a small, crooked smile — nothing like the bright grin he shows on screen — and does it again, rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger until it stiffens.

"let me hear you." he pinches harder, switching to your other breast and giving it the same treatment, his voice taking on that same gentle tone that guides you through your parts in the studio. "just like that. you sound so sweet."

you turn your head to the side, unable to look at him. this is wrong. he's your leader, your co-worker, your friend, your family — and he's touching you, and you're letting him. you're not fighting hard enough. you're not fighting at all.

his mouth finds your neck and the wet heat of it shocks you. he grazes your skin, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a mark chaeyoun will have to cover up tomorrow while loudly complaining about your lack of self-control. but it doesn't matter, not when chan grinds down between your thighs and rolls his hips into yours.

"say my name again. say it like you do when you're touching yourself. when you're thinking about me fucking you."

he licks a stripe up your neck and a sob catches in your throat. his hand slides down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. you feel how wet you are, how obvious your arousal is, and there's no hiding it from him anymore. his fingers drag through the slick mess between your legs and the noise he lets out is almost a laugh.

"so fucking wet." he circles your clit with two fingers, "all this from a little touching? or were you this wet just dreaming of me?"

your underwear is pulled down your thighs, your knees, off one leg and left dangling around the other ankle as he dips down and hoists your thighs over his shoulders. he wastes no time, tongue licking a fat stripe up your slit.

"chan," you gasp, and his grip on your hips tightens in response.

"again."

he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

"chan - hnng, ah, don't stop —"

"again."

you cry out when two of his fingers thrust inside you. he doesn't waste time being gentle, curling them to find the spot that has you chanting his name over and over again.

"that's it, baby," he coos, and you barely register the pet name between the feeling of his fingers fucking you open and his hot tongue lapping at your clit. you can already feel something building in your core, a coiling tension threatening to snap. it's too much, too soon. it shouldn't be this easy for him.

"just let go. i've got you. i'll always have you."

his words push you over the edge. the sudden wave of your orgasm overtakes you, thighs clamping around his head, and you bite down on your own arm to muffle your cries. chan works you through it with relentless fingers, sucking on your clit until you're shaking and overstimulated. your arousal drips down his hand, pooling beneath your hips. your legs twitch on the sheets but chan doesn't give you a chance to breathe. his fingers start moving again before you've come down, fucking into you with a wet squelch that makes you jerk in his grip. your whole body is trembling now, every nerve ending on fire, too sensitive and raw.

"no, 's too much, please, chan, i can't…"

"you can," he grunts, withdrawing his fingers only to push three back in, stretching you until the burn makes you sob. his thumb grinds against your swollen clit without mercy. "you owe me that much."

there's something desperate in his voice, cracking at the end of each phrase, and you realize he too has been burning up with need for months and months.

"do you know how many times i've jerked off thinking about you?" the words spill out faster now, as if the dam has broken and he can no longer contain the flood. "in the studio. in the shower. in the living room when the others had their own schedules. in my bed with my hand over my mouth so no one would hear me saying your fucking name —"

the wet, obscene sound of his fingers fucking you open fills the room, and your second orgasm builds just as sudden as the first one. you shake your head wildly, but your cunt is clenching around his fingers, sucking him in deeper.

"i used to steal your underwear." the confession comes out in a low growl, almost ashamed, but he doesn't stop. his fingers work you so expertly your vision starts bleeding white at the edges. "from the laundry. the ones you wore to practice… i'd hold them to my face and breathe you in and imagine this, you underneath me, imagine you crying on my cock the way you're crying now —"

you moan, cunt spasming around his fingers. a gush of wetness splashes against his palm, dripping down your thigh and thoroughly soaking the sheets beneath you. the orgasm is bordering on painful in its intensity and you can barely breathe, chan's gaze in the dim morning light almost too much to bear.

this time he lets you come down, slowly pulling his fingers from your swollen pussy and bringing them to his mouth. you watch in a haze how he sucks his fingers clean. his eyes fall shut and a shiver runs through his whole body. he licks between his fingers to lap up every drop, and when he opens his eyes again they're glassy and unfocused.

"not enough." he grimaces, snapping back into reality. "i need - i need more. i need to be inside you. i can't… i can't fucking think anymore —"

he shoves his sweats down and you hear the fabric hit the floor somewhere in the dark. you're unable to move, boneless and spent and still trembling. your aching cunt clenches around nothing.

then his cock brushes against your thigh and panic rises in your chest at the thought of him being inside of you. at the sudden understanding of this being real, and not some dream or figment of your imagination.

"wait —" you try to scoot backward on the mattress, but his hand grabs your hip and drags you back down. he wraps a hand around himself and strokes, and you hear the wet sound of it, feel him bump against your entrance. "chan, if we do this, we can't go back."

there's no need to elaborate. the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air between you, and chan lets out a desperate sigh.

"i know. and i don't fucking care. i spent months caring and it didn't get me anywhere. i'm gonna go mad if i don't get to feel you now."

he steadies himself and pushes, one long, brutal thrust that steals the air from your lungs. he doesn't give you time to accommodate the stretch of him, the way he fills you so completely radiating through your whole body. your hands fly up to grip his strong biceps, nails digging in hard enough to hurt, and you faintly register the sound of your own voice — a string of broken, desperate sounds you can't seem to stop from spilling out.

"oh fuck," his forehead drops to your shoulder and he breathes the words against your skin. "oh fuck, you feel perfect, baby - i knew it, i knew you'd feel like this —"

his hips pull back and snap forward again and again, and the force of it pushes you up the mattress. the way he moves is raw and desperate, as if he's trying to reach something so deep inside of you he has to drive himself further with every thrust.

"eight months," he grits the words out between strokes, each one punctuated by the wet slap of his hips against yours. "eight months of watching you walk around the dorm wearing nothing but a towel after every shower. eight months of you bending over in front of me during practice. eight months of you smiling at me like that, as if i'm not losing my fucking mind —"

his hands grab your thighs and push them wider, folding you nearly in half, changing the angle so he can reach impossibly deeper. the new position lets him grind against that sweet spot, his pubic bone pressed to your clit. you're not even trying to fight the familiar build of another orgasm this time, your body surrendering entirely to his.

"tell me you're mine," he pants, pressing his mouth against yours. his lips are soft, almost gentle despite his desperation. "promise me."

your body arches into him, cunt fluttering around his cock when he snakes a hand between your bodies and finds your clit again. your hands reach around his back, pulling him in closer.

"i'm yours, chan," you gasp into his mouth, not wanting to put an inch of space between the two of you.

he lets out a broken moan, cock throbbing and spilling deep inside of you. your nails drag a path down his back, deep enough to leave marks, but he holds you closer as your cunt milks him to the last drop.

you lay there sweaty and panting, the sudden quiet of your room no longer tense. you're sure he's fucked you so hard the bed left a dent in the wall, but you no longer find it in yourself to care about what the others might've heard.

chan kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, anywhere he can reach without having to pull out just yet and you giggle, feeling him smile against your skin. he's still holding you when you drift off into slumber again, his strong chest pressed against your back, as if he's always been there.

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[gyuzies]

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[foolishaj]

When skz keep putting out new merch but my wallet is literally crying

[stlllle]

omg idk if your requests are open but I read your innocent felix who… headcanons and i loveddd itttt! If you want to, could you do that for Lee know? Tytyyy love your ficsssss 💕

innocent Minho who...

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Note:this took so long to come out, I feel so embarrassed please forgive me

innocent Minho who…fucks you senseless all night long, pounding your tight pussy in every position until your legs shake uncontrollably, filling you with load after load of thick cum until it’s dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets. In the morning he walks into the kitchen perfectly dressed and calm, humming while making coffee like he didn’t just ruin you for hours.

Innocent Minho who… rails you from behind for hours, spanking your ass bright red and pulling your hair while he buries his cock deep inside you, cumming so much that it leaks out every time he thrusts. Later he sits on the couch with you curled up beside him, gently stroking your hair with the same hands that bruised your hips.

innocent Minho who… wakes you up by sliding his hard cock into your soaked pussy and fucks you slow and deep until he fills you twice before sunrise. When you finally get out of bed limping, he just smiles softly and hands you a glass of water without saying a word.

innocent Minho who…throat-fucks you until tears run down your face and drool covers his cock and your chin, then flips you over and breeds your pussy until you’re a trembling, cum-filled mess. Afterwards he wipes your face gently with a warm towel and kisses your forehead like nothing happened.

innocent Minho who…bends you over the kitchen table and fucks you so hard the table shakes, slapping your ass and rubbing your clit until you squirt all over the floor. When the members come home he’s already plating dinner calmly, glancing at your shaky legs with a soft, innocent expression.

innocent Minho who…makes you ride his cock for almost an hour, gripping your waist and slamming you down onto him until your pussy is swollen and overflowing with his cum. After you collapse, he tucks you into bed and cuddles you sweetly, humming a lullaby.

Innocent Minho who… eats your pussy until you cum on his tongue multiple times, then fucks you against the wall with your legs wrapped around him, pumping you full until cum runs down your thighs. He carries you to the shower afterwards and washes your hair like the perfect boyfriend.

innocent Minho who… fucks you raw in the dorm bathroom while the others are in the living room, covering your mouth as he cums deep inside you twice. When you step out he’s casually scrolling on his phone, looking up at you with those big innocent eyes.

innocent Minho who…spends the entire night destroying your pussy in every angle, choking you lightly while he breeds you and marking your neck and breasts with dark hickeys. The next day he lends you his hoodie to cover the marks and acts like he has no idea why you’re walking so slowly.

innocent Minho who…forces your head down on his cock until you gag and choke, then fucks you from behind while pulling your hair, filling you up until his cum is leaking everywhere. Afterwards he brings you snacks and pets your head gently.

Innocent Minho who… fucks you on the couch until your pussy is creamed and puffy, cumming inside you over and over while the TV plays in the background. When someone walks in he simply pulls a blanket over your lap and smiles innocently.

innocent Minho who... rails you so hard the headboard slams against the wall all night, leaving your pussy sore and dripping with multiple loads. In the morning he makes breakfast and serves it to you with the sweetest smile, as if you weren’t screaming his name until 4 AM.

innocent Minho who…fingers you open then fucks you senseless on the kitchen counter, rubbing your clit until you squirt and coating his cock in your juices before filling you up. He cleans the counter calmly right after like it’s a normal Tuesday.

Innocent Minho who… makes you sit on his face until you cum repeatedly, then bounces you on his cock until your legs give out and his cum is leaking down his balls. He cuddles you close right after, nuzzling your neck softly.

innocent Minho who…fucks your throat and pussy back-to-back until you’re hoarse and covered in cum, your makeup ruined and thighs bruised. Later he brushes your hair and offers you tea with the most angelic look on his face.

innocent Minho who…breeds you in missionary while staring into your eyes, pounding so deep you feel him in your stomach, then flips you over and does it again until the sheets are soaked. He changes the sheets quietly and kisses your shoulder.

innocent Minho who…spanks your ass raw while fucking you doggy style, calling you his good little cumslut as he pumps load after load inside. Afterwards he massages the sore spots with gentle hands and zero shame in his soft expression.

innocent Minho who… fucks you for hours during a movie night, keeping his cock buried inside you while you try not to moan, filling you up quietly. When the credits roll he just pulls your skirt down and acts completely normal.

innocent Minho who…wakes you up by eating your pussy then railing you until you’re crying from overstimulation, your pussy clenching around him as he cums deep. He tucks you back in and goes back to sleep like nothing occurred.

innocent Minho who…bends you over the desk and fucks you so hard your legs shake, pulling your hair and filling your pussy until it overflows. He goes right back to studying afterwards, glancing at you with calm, innocent eyes.

innocent Minho who… chokes you lightly while pounding into you, leaving bite marks all over your breasts and thighs. The next day he helps you pick an outfit that covers everything and smiles sweetly when you wince sitting down.

innocent Minho who… makes you ride his face then fucks you sideways, cumming inside you twice before you can even catch your breath. He brings you water and strokes your back tenderly.

innocent Minho who…destroys your pussy all night until you’re a sobbing, cum-soaked mess, then wakes up and makes pancakes like he didn’t just ruin you for anyone else.

innocent Minho who…fucks you against the balcony door at night, thrusting deep while cars pass below, filling you until cum runs down your legs. Inside again he wraps you in a blanket and cuddles innocently.

innocent Minho who…throat-fucks you until you’re gasping then breeds you missionary, pumping so much cum that it squelches with every thrust. He wipes you clean with warm towels and kisses your forehead.

innocent Minho who…rails you so aggressively your voice goes hoarse from moaning, leaving handprints on your ass and hickeys everywhere. He acts completely oblivious when you limp around the dorm the next day.

innocent Minho who… fucks you slow and deep for hours, edging you until you beg, then fills you repeatedly while whispering praises. Afterwards he holds you like you’re made of glass.

Innocent Minho who…makes you squirt all over his cock then keeps fucking you through it, cumming inside your oversensitive pussy until you can’t stop shaking. He simply pulls the blanket over both of you and strokes your hair.

innocent Minho who… spends the whole night using your pussy, cumming in you, on you, and down your throat until you’re completely wrecked. In the morning he brings you breakfast in bed with the purest, most innocent smile.

Innocent Minho who… fucks you like an animal until your pussy is swollen and leaking cum everywhere, your body covered in marks. Then he becomes the sweetest boyfriend again — hugging you from behind, kissing your neck softly, and acting like he has no idea why you’re so exhausted and marked up.

innocent Minho who… makes you swallow his entire cock until you're drooling and gagging, holding your head gently while he fucks your throat deep and slow, finally cumming hard down your throat and ordering you to swallow every drop. Afterwards he cleans your face carefully with a warm cloth, smiles softly, and asks with genuine concern, “Why is your voice so hoarse today, princess? Are you catching a cold?”

innocent Minho who… fucks you on the kitchen table right before dinner, spreading your legs wide open while he thrusts deep into your pussy and rubs your clit until you cum screaming his name. When the members walk in he’s already calmly serving the food and turns to you with a sweet look, “Eat a lot, you look so tired today…”

innocent Minho who… marks up your neck, breasts, and thighs while he fucks you face to face, staring into your eyes as he buries his cock inside you. Afterwards he lends you one of his high-necked hoodies and asks innocently, “Why are you covering your neck so much today?”

innocent Minho who… fucks you until you can’t form full sentences anymore, filling your pussy over and over and covering you in his cum until you’re a sticky, trembling mess. In the morning he sees you in the mirror and comments cutely, “You look like you got hit by a truck… did you sleep badly?”

innocent Minho who… completely destroys you all night long, leaving you hoarse, covered in marks, sore, and leaking his cum everywhere. The next morning he kisses your forehead with the most angelic face and says, “You look so exhausted… what did you do last night to end up like this?”

innocent Minho who… fucks you like there’s no tomorrow, using your body until you become a shaking, moaning mess screaming his name. Afterwards he acts like the sweetest boyfriend in the world, bringing you food, giving you head scratches, and asking innocently, “Why are you so tired and whimpering in pain today, baby? I didn’t do anything…”

innocent Minho who… shares you with Han, fucking your pussy deep and rough while Han shoves his cock down your throat, both of them using you at the same time until you’re choking on cum and your pussy is dripping with their loads. Afterwards they sit on the couch with you between them, Minho calmly playing with your hair and Han offering you snacks like nothing happened, both of them acting completely normal while you’re still leaking.

innocent Minho who… fucks you from behind while Han is underneath you, both of them filling your pussy and ass at the same time, stretching you wide and pumping you full of cum until it’s leaking out of every hole. When it’s over, Minho and Han casually play video games together, Minho glancing at your shaky legs with an innocent smile and Han asking if you want water, both pretending they didn’t just ruin you together.

[huiracha]

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[zenfries]

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Hey my beautiful stays I hope you guys like this one it was hard for me to this cause there wasn’t no apps to do the stories so I ended up using a website which was hard cause it this problem but I made it work. I can’t wait to do more of these.💕

[starlostjisung]

my moot is dating who?

pairing: lee know x reader

genre: humour; fluff; suggestive

ss count: 17

warnings: thirst tweets; suggestive

summary: stays keep talking about skz’s secret twitters, completely oblivious to the fact that minho’s girlfriend is part of their circle

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a/n: my moot is finally back 😭 i'm so sorry it took so long but i was really stuck with this one but here we are!! only one part left my loves hope you like it 🩷

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[grungeham]

you're banned!

summ: jisung interrupted your entire afternoon because he wanted attention. now he’s facing the consequences of bothering you.

⋆ pairing: perv!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: dom!reader (slightly mean too), “just the tip” trope, pet names (jagi, baby, sweetheart, good boy), lots of whining, whimpering and begging, teasing, kissing, grinding, thighjob, pussyjob?, multiple rounds (implied), hair pulling, overstimulation, coming untouched ⋆ words: 1.9k

a/n: this one was requested and i fear i lost my mind the second i read the prompt. i’d never written a thighjob before, so please be gentle with me and trust that i tried my best 🫡 either way, this was ridiculously fun to write. hope you enjoy! 😚💞

han jisung looked absolutely miserable.

and in any other situation you probably would've felt bad for him. you would've given up much sooner, unable to withstand the ridiculous way he looked at you whenever he wanted something.

but after spending the entire afternoon chasing after your attention, after listening to him insist over and over again with that infuriating determination, seeing him reduced to a mess of incoherent begging was far more satisfying than it should've been.

he'd spent the last half hour hiding his face against your neck, clinging to you as if the closeness alone could somehow make up for everything else.

his words blended together between gasps, half-formed apologies, and promises he probably wasn't even thinking through properly anymore thanks to the warm, suffocating sensation of having his cock trapped between your thighs.

“baby, please- i’m so s-sorry...,” he panted, voice cracked and worn down from begging.

you deliberately ignored him. rolled your hips just a little, slow and teasing, feeling his entire body react immediately.

your nails remained dug into his shoulders’ skin, using him for support while you tried to keep a clear head. the warm pressure of his throbbing cock was beginning to affect your own self-control.

his trembling hands remained locked around your hips. it was a constant contradiction: on one hand, he begged you to stop torturing him and give him what he wanted. on the other, he was the one guiding your movements whenever he lost control.

“j-jagi, i swear it would- ah, fuck- it would never happen a-again...” he promised between another embarrassed moan.

he kept insisting with the same exhausting need that had followed you around all afternoon.

if someone had walked into the apartment right then, they probably would've assumed you were punishing him for something terrible.

and maybe, in a way, you were.

and then it happened again.

you felt his entire body tense all at once. his fingers dug into your skin and a completely broken sound escaped his throat.

he buried his face even deeper against you as he came hard between the soft, slick warmth of your thighs. still thrusting weakly and clumsily between your legs, trying to drag his orgasm out for as long as possible.

“oh my god...” he barely whispered before another broken whine followed.

you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, slowly stroking his damp chest.

“there we go...” you murmured, satisfaction slipping into your voice. “such a good boy. so good for me, sweetheart.”

jisung practically melted beneath you. his eyes stayed shut. his breathing remained uneven. mumbling nonsense against your skin while he tried to remember how to think properly again.

but you knew han jisung far too well. you knew perfectly well this wasn't over.

you knew it from the way his hands started roaming your body again almost immediately.

from the way his cock remained hard between your thighs, still rocking into them clumsily. from the way his attention returned to you with the same obsessive intensity as always.

from the way he kept chasing your lips, desperate to feel all of you.

“baby, please...” his voice came out sluggish. “let me in... just for a second...” he begged, squeezing his eyes shut. “i’ll be good. i swear, just- fuck-!”

he seemed genuinely convinced he could still change your mind. because even exhausted, flushed, and completely unraveled, he was still trying to negotiate his way out of the ban.

still looking at you with those huge, shining eyes that rolled back every time the swollen head of his cock pressed deliciously between your soft skin, sliding easily through his own slick and the wetness gathering between your thighs.

“mmmh- so wet...” he gasped, speeding up. “oh shit-”

jisung groaned and panted, feeling the glorious pressure as he buried himself fully between your legs. a shaky moan escaped your lips when he brushed teasingly against your folds.

the head of his cock nudged your warm entrance. his entire body shuddered. he swallowed hard while unconsciously pushing his hips against it.

“jisung, no.” your voice came out firm, final. “you’re banned.”

the sound of protest he made was so pathetic it was impossible to take seriously. your fingers tangled into his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly.

you could feel him trembling beneath you. could hear the pathetic sounds he made whenever your hips started moving up and down in an agonizingly slow rhythm.

“pleasepleaseplease-” he whined, the plea tumbling out all at once. “i’ll behave. i would do anything, but- please... let me fuck you good, jagi...”

it would've sounded much more convincing if he didn't already look seconds away from falling apart.

you leaned closer, trailing wet kisses from his chest all the way up to his ear, brushing your teeth lightly against his earlobe.

“is that what you want, jisung?”

he immediately shivered when your warm breath hit his damp skin.

“y-yes- fuck, yes!” he swallowed. “wanna be inside you so bad...”

the sincerity of his answer was almost funny.

there was no pride left. no strategy. just overwhelming need demanding immediate attention before he completely lost his mind.

his movements had become erratic. his hands kept roaming over you without knowing where to stay. his hair stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were completely red.

every time he looked up, he seemed to forget whatever he had wanted to say. his doe eyes remained locked on yours, pathetically begging while rolling back every time your lips found another patch of warm skin.

“wanna come inside me?” you murmured against his skin.

and that question completely destroyed him.

you watched him squeeze his eyes shut and cling to you with almost inhuman desperation. heard the moan he tried to hide against your neck.

he nodded far too quickly. desperate, needy.

his thrusts speeding up every time his cock slid through the wetness coating your thighs. his trembling fingers tracing along your legs slowly, almost reverently.

“you're so needy.” your laugh came out soft. “how embarrassing.”

“n-not fair...” he protested weakly before the sentence died. “please...”

“you got yourself into this mess, jisung.

his eyes closed when you kissed him. and for a few seconds, he seemed to forget how breathing worked altogether.

every time you leaned in again, he sighed into your lips like he was chasing something impossible to reach. his chest rose and fell unevenly. his hands seemed incapable of staying still.

when you pulled back just enough to look at him, another wave of heat swept through your body and settled deep in your stomach.

because he was completely gone.

his lips hung slightly open. his tongue peeking out shyly whenever his breathing became too shaky. his eyes unfocused. as if every ounce of his attention belonged entirely to you.

“are you gonna give up?” you murmured against his skin. “be a good boy and come for me, jisung.”

the words seemed to pass straight through him.

a violent shiver traveled from head to toe. his toes curled. his fingers dug into your skin hard enough to leave marks.

“b-baby...” his voice barely existed. “m’so close...” he panted desperately. “just the tip, please- you feel so good right now, i need it...”

you slowly shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

and somehow that only made everything worse.

your hips started moving in small circles, using the throbbing head of his cock for friction. the sounds escaping him blended together: tiny gasps, muffled moans, and pleas that weren't even attempting to form complete sentences anymore.

he was completely undone. and the harder he tried to recover, the more obvious it became that he'd lost the battle a long time ago.

you closed your eyes, feeling your own breathing begin to quicken. you were close. he was fucking your thighs so well.

and the tighter you squeezed them together the closer you got, the more pleasure tore through his entire body.

you trembled above him, a shiver running through your body before settling deliciously between your legs, pulling a muffled moan from your throat against his neck.

soon you felt his cock beginning to pulse between your thighs. felt his abdomen tense. felt him start trembling all over. he was close. he was going to fall apart all over again.

and you weren't doing much better.

the constant stimulation against your swollen, wet folds was making you lose your mind. jisung was pumping his hips with desperate rhythm. the overwhelming sensation of sliding so easily through the mess he'd already made was completely breaking him apart.

it was so hot and slick that if he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend it was your cunt taking him perfectly. every tiny miscalculation that made him brush your entrance pulled an audible whine from him.

“mmmh-! babe, i-i’m gonna-!”

and just like before, jisung came unexpectedly. without grace, without dignity. without any way of hiding how much he'd enjoyed it.

his cock contracted rapidly, spilling in several desperate bursts, soaking the already ruined sheets beneath you and sliding hot and sticky between your legs.

“i-it’s okay, sung. you did so good... f-fuck-” you dragged the words out. “so good for me- shit... m’so close...” you whined against his shoulder.

your back arched as your entire body tightened and trembled.

you could feel your own wetness gathering and slowly sliding down your thighs. your body felt completely overstimulated. completely lost.

and for the next few seconds, the only thing that existed was the sound of both of you trying to breathe normally again.

and for the first time all afternoon, han jisung stopped negotiating.

stopped insisting. stopped searching for impossible arguments and desperate promises. he simply held you in his arms, resting his face against your shoulder while his fingers absentmindedly traced your waist.

“jagi...” he murmured, voice rough and exhausted.

you kept your eyes closed a little longer, enjoying the warm weight of him against you.

“what...?”

jisung didn't answer immediately.

when you lifted your head enough to look at him, you found something unexpected. his eyes hesitated. his cheeks remained faintly pink. a shy smile threatening to appear at the corner of his lips.

“are you not mad at me anymore?”

you blinked.

the question was so ridiculously sincere that a laugh escaped before you could stop it.

jisung immediately frowned.

“i’m serious!”

“i know, i know.”

his expression turned slightly accusatory.

“i thought you were gonna keep the punishment going for months...”

you snorted out a laugh. watching him hide his face deeper into your neck while waiting for a proper answer.

as if his entire afternoon had revolved around that one concern.

your hand moved into his hair, brushing away a few damp strands stuck to his forehead.

“as long as you learned your lesson...” you began. “i don't see why the punishment should continue.”

jisung immediately pushed himself upright onto his knees, staring at you with bright, hopeful eyes.

“wait- does that mean i’m not sex banned anymore?!”

you just stared at him.

“that's the conclusion you got from all of this.”

“s-sorry...” he mumbled, though the smile on his face completely betrayed him. “so... yes or no?”

you rolled your eyes. he really could be an adorable dork when he wanted to be.

you ran a hand through his still-messy hair and nodded.

“you're not sex banned anymore.”

jisung's only response was immediately pulling you into another hug, completely pleased with himself.

and watching him smile like that, as if he'd just won the lottery instead of simply regaining privileges he'd lost himself, you couldn't help thinking that maybe this really had turned into one of the best days of his life.

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[ksywoo]

hi! could you do some texts with ot8 (if ot8 is too much then just chan is fine!!) where reader has a brother, but her brother truly despises her (reader has no idea why?) but absolutely loves the member. and constantly wants to hang out with him. reader tries to keep it a secret on how much their sibling doesn’t like them but then at some point the brother says something and slips up to member so they confront reader about it!

texts with bf!Chan - your brother likes Chan but hates you

pairing: Bang Chan x reader

genre: established relationship, fake texts

warnings: your brother hates you !! like a lot. no interactions with him, so it's not described or even explained why, but you have no relationship with him outside of family gatherings. mentions/half-jokes about murder from Chan about your brother.

notes: each banner separates different conversations :) i wanted to do each member but had trouble making them not feel repetitive so I just did Chan.. hope you like it!! thanks for requesting :))

masterlist

[j-pear]

i look like such a loser rn omg

[foolishaj]

Me when i forget what i was doing

[foolishaj]

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!! HIS MUSCLES ARE INSANE!