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final round!

summ: christopher left minho alone with you so you could take care of him, but riding him in the nursery room wasn’t on the plans.

⋆ pairing: boxer!minho x medic!f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: boxer au, soft!dom minho, blood mention (just at the beginning tho), kissing, teasing, marking, pet names (good girl, darling), grinding, tight riding, fingering, oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, tit play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, orgasm delay, cumming, creampie, piv ⋆ words: 2.7k

a/n: ngl, when i got this request i completely lost my mind over the idea. istg that racha log will go down in history because how are you gonna tell me all four of them looked that damn good sparring??? also... this is my first solo minho fic, so cheers to that!!! anyway, i hope you all enjoy this filthy little freak fic! >.<

heavenlied

◞⁺⊹ . ( fwb!chan ) being secretly fuck buddies with the most insufferable man in your friend group is undeniably messy— and so, so good.

chan should be grateful that his dick is as big as his massive fucking ego.

it’s probably the only thing saving his ass from getting blocked— or from you coming up with some lame excuse to never show up at the same group hangouts again. because god, what is it about him that just makes him unbearable? he’s cocky, loud, and has this stupid little smirk that drives you up the wall everytime he opens his mouth and says something smug or patronizing.

he’s like a walking reminder of everything that annoys you about people— except that unfortunately, he’s also packing well below the waist. so fucking well.

you’re convinced the universe has some deep, twisted sense of humor for saddling you with mutual friends and a far better than expected sexual arrangement with the one guy you can’t stand. no one knows about it, which is exactly how you like it.

you and chan make a mutual point of pretending not to give two shits about each other in public. you roll your eyes at his jokes, call him “chris” with that condescending tone that makes his nostrils flare, and he gives it back just as good: teasing you over everything from your choice of iced coffee to how long it takes you to get ready whenever the group plans a night out.

vowbybang

bloodlines (almost)

pairing: step-brother!lee minho x stepsister!reader

summary: his room is thirty feet away from yours. your parents are asleep down the hall, and minho has just stepped over the creakiest floorboard in the house to prove a point: that you are entirely, hopelessly at his mercy.

genre: dark romance, step siblings dynamic, explicit contents, psychological angst

warnings: dark themes, step sibling taboo, explicit sexual content, degradation/dirty talk, orgasam denial, overstim, unprotected sex, slight dubcon/coercion, teasing/cruelty, marking, oral (fem receiving)

wc: -2,600 words

a/n: first fic on my new writing acc, im not too happy with it but wtv i wanted to post something atleast, pls like, reblog, comment if you even liked it the slightest bit it would be very appreciated and make me motivated to keep posting!

request: yes/no

the floorboards in the upstairs hallway have a specific, agonizing language.

you’ve memorized every creak over the last three years, ever since your mother’s luggage settled permanently into the master bedroom at the end of the corridor. there is the dull, heavy groan right outside the bathroom; the sharp, sudden click near the top of the stairs; and the soft, hollow sigh of the wood exactly three inches from your bedroom door.

it is 2:14 am. the house is dead, save for the hum of the central heating and the distant, rhythmic rise and fall of your mother and his father’s voices through the plaster walls. they are talking about drywall estimates, they are laughing, they are entirely oblivious to the quiet violence unfolding thirty feet away.

"you're breathing too loud," minho murmurs.

his voice is a dry, raspy scrape against your ear, barely louder than the rustle of the heavy duvet. he’s leaning over you, one knee anchored on the mattress right between your thighs, pinning your sweat-damp cotton shorts flat against the sheets. the scent of him — cold air from his open window, expensive cologne, and the sharp, metallic tang of mint gum fills your nose, crowding out the safety of your own room.

"minho, please," you breathe, the words catching in your throat as his long fingers slide up your thigh. his touch is not gentle. he digs his thumb into the sensitive inner flesh of your hip, hard enough to leave a yellowing shadow of a bruise tomorrow. "they’re right next door. the door isn't even locked."

"then i suggest you keep your pretty mouth shut," he whispers. a slow, sharp smile curls up at the corner of his lips in the dark, visible only when the headlights of a passing car sweep across your ceiling. "or don't. let's see what your mom says when she walks in and finds her perfect little angel pinned to my bed like a butterfly. do you think she'd blame me? or do you think she'd look at you and finally see what a desperate, dirty little whore you are?"

your chest heaves. the heat between your thighs is already thick, a heavy, aching weight that he created and now holds hostage.

he knows exactly what he’s doing. he knows that the threat of ruin is the only thing that keeps you this still, this pliable under his hands. he’s been leveraging it for months—ever since he caught you looking a fraction of a second too long at his mouth over the dinner table, ever since he realized that the "step-sibling" label didn't make you look away; it made you blush.

"i'm not," you whisper, your voice trembling. "i'm not dirty."

"no?" he lets out a quiet, mocking huff of laughter, his breath hot against your collarbone. his fingers trail lower, hooking into the elastic of your underwear, pulling it down just enough to expose the slick, swollen heat of you to the cold air of the room. "then why are you already soaking through these? why are you begging me to touch you in the dark while our parents are talking about us downstairs? you're disgusting, sweetheart. you're a little addict."

he doesn't wait for your response. he slides two fingers down, hard and sudden, right over your hypersensitive center.

you choke on a gasp, your hips arching off the mattress instinctively. minho’s free hand instantly clamps over your mouth, his palm heavy and unyielding, pressing your head back into the pillow. his fingers smear your sweat across your cheek, his thumb catching your lower lip and forcing it between your teeth.

"i told you," he growls, his dark eyes glittering with a cold, teasing cruelty. "quiet. if you make another sound, i'll walk out of this room right now and leave you like this. wet, miserable, and empty."

the threat is real, and it makes your blood run hot and cold all at once. minho has done it before. he has left you trembling on the edge of a cliff, your body aching for release, while he calmly went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, leaving you to clean up his mess alone.

he begins to move his fingers. it’s rough, deliberately uncoordinated, his knuckles rubbing hard against your clit with a ruthless, blunt pressure that sends a jagged spike of white-hot pleasure straight to your lower stomach. you thrum against him, your fingers clawing at the sheets, trying to find purchase as he overstimulates the delicate tissue without mercy.

"look at me," he commands, his voice dropping an octave, thick and demanding.

you force your eyes open, your vision blurred with unshed tears. in the dim light, his face is a mask of sharp angles and dark, predatory focus. he isn't smiling anymore; he looks at you with a heavy, possessive hunger that makes you feel entirely consumed.

"you don't get to come," he whispers against your wet lips, his teeth grazing your jawline. "not tonight. you don't deserve it. you've been bad all week. pretending you don't know me when we're downstairs. acting like you're so clean."

he pushes two of his fingers inside you, deep and fast, his thumb staying anchored on your clit, grinding down with an agonizing, relentless rhythm. the contrast of the slick, hot friction inside and the harsh, bruising pressure outside is too much. your thighs twitch, your toes curling as the tension in your lower abdomen tightens into a hard, coiled spring.

you're so close. the edge is right there, a brilliant, terrifying dropoff.

"m-minho—" you try to sob against his palm, your hips rolling helplessly, trying to chase the friction, trying to force his hand to give you what you need.

"no," he sneers, his fingers instantly going completely still inside you, hooking hook-like against your walls, trapping you in the worst kind of suspension. he presses his thumb hard against your clit, not moving it, just holding the agonizing pressure right on the nerve ending until you're shaking, your breath coming in ragged, shallow hiccups. "stop moving. did i tell you to move?"

your eyes plead with him, wide and dark with desperation. your whole body is vibrating, overstimulated to the point of physical pain. every nerve ending is screaming, raw and exposed.

"ask me," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear, his voice a dark, teasing caress. "beg me to let you. tell me how much you need your brother to ruin you."

"please," you whine, a tear slipping down your temple into your hair. "please, minho... let me. i'll be quiet. i promise."

"say the words," he demands, his fingers twitching inside you, just enough to make you gasp, to make the ache flare up again. "tell me what you are."

"i'm-i'm yours," you sob out, the confession tasting like copper and shame on your tongue. "your dirty little secret. please, minho..."

he stares down at you for a long, agonizing second, letting the weight of your submission settle between you. his chest rises and falls against yours, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm that betrays his own control.

"good," he whispers, his voice suddenly thick, a dark promise settling in the air.

but instead of moving his hand to give you release, he leans down, his mouth catching yours in a bruising, rough kiss that tastes of mint and quiet desperation, while his fingers remain perfectly, agonizingly still.

his tongue slips past your lips, deep and demanding, claiming your mouth with the same ruthless authority he holds over your body. you try to melt into it, desperate for any sensation that might distract you from the agonizing throb between your thighs. but minho doesn't give you that mercy. he pulls back just enough to break the seal of your lips, a thin string of saliva snapping between you in the dark.

his eyes are fixed on yours, cold and critical. "you’re so pathetic. look at you, practically vibrating. if i let you go right now, you’d ruin these sheets in seconds, wouldn’t you?"

you can only nod, a pathetic, tight nod of your head against the pillow. the weight of his fingers inside you is literal torture; they are slick with your own arousal, acting like a stopper to a bottle that is ready to burst. your pelvic muscles twitch, clamping down on his fingers involuntarily.

minho’s eyes darken. he slaps his hand down against the soft skin of your inner thigh, a sharp, loud crack that echoes in the quiet bedroom.

you flinch, a quiet sob dying in your throat.

"did i say you could squeeze me?" he asks, his voice dangerously low. "keep those pretty muscles still. if you clamp down on me again, i will pull out and leave you to ache until morning. do you understand me?"

"yes," you choke out, your voice barely a thread. "yes, minho. i'm sorry."

"good girl," he mocks, using the term with a sneering affection that sends a strange, dizzying rush of humiliation and desire through your veins. "now. let's see how much you can handle."

he slowly drags his fingers out, leaving you empty and cold, but before you can even catch your breath, he shifts. he grabs your ankles, pushing your legs back until your knees are practically pinned to your ears, folding you completely. you’re laid bare in the dark, vulnerable and open to whatever cruel whim he desires.

minho leans down, his gaze scanning the wet, glistening folds of your heat. his mouth twists into a dark, satisfied smirk. slowly, he dips his head, his hot breath brushing over your hypersensitive clit, making you spasm violently before he even touches you.

"so wet," he murmurs, his tone dripping with mockery. "look how wide open you are. you're practically dripping onto the mattress. let's clean you up a bit, hm?"

without warning, he presses his tongue directly against your swollen bundle of nerves.

the sensation is so sharp, so violently intense, that your whole body jolts. you try to scream, but minho’s hand is already back on your mouth, smothering the sound into a pathetic, muffled squeal. his tongue lap is heavy, rough, and mocking. he swirls his tongue around your clit with an agonizing pressure, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and biting lightly with his teeth.

you are thrashing against him, your hips rolling frantically against his face, completely overwhelmed. the sheer intensity of his wet tongue combined with the heavy pressure of his mouth makes you feel like your veins are on fire. you’re sobbing into his palm, tears streaming freely down your face as he eats you out with a brutal, relentless hunger, completely ignoring your silent pleas for him to stop, to slow down.

he pulls back abruptly with a tacky sound of his mouth leaving your skin echoing in the dark. his lips are wet and shiny with your juices.

"look at me," he commands, his voice dropping an octave, thick and demanding.

he reaches for the hem of his grey sweatpants. you watch through half-lidded, feverish eyes as he shoves them down, freeing the heavy, thick length of him. he is fully hard, the dark veins tracing along his shaft standing out in the faint, shadowy light. he looks impossibly large in the dark, a looming threat of complete stretching and ruin.

he doesn't use a condom. he never does when he wants to punish you. he likes the raw, wet heat of skin against skin; he likes knowing that he is leaving himself inside you, a physical mark of his corruption that you’ll have to wash away in the shower while trying not to make a sound.

minho shifts his weight, the blunt, heavy tip of his length pressing directly against your dripping, overstimulated hole.

"minho," you gasp, your hands flying to his shoulders, your fingers digging into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. "please, it's too much—"

"it's exactly what you want," he whispers, his lips pressing against your temple, his breath hitching slightly as he feels just how hot and wet you are. "you're practically begging for it. open wider."

he nudges your knees further apart with his thighs, forcing your hips to tilt upward. he doesn't ease himself in. with a sudden, heavy thrust, he drives his hips forward, burying himself inside your cunt in one blunt, unyielding motion.

the sheer stretch of him makes your eyes wide. you stretch to accommodate him, the tightness of your body clamping down on him like a vise. a high, sharp whine escapes your throat, but minho is already there, his hand slamming over your mouth to smother the sound.

"hush," he growls, his own eyes closing for a brief second as his jaw tightens. he holds himself perfectly still inside you, letting you feel every single inch of his thick, throbbing cock stretching you to your absolute limit. "f-fuck, you're so tight. are you trying to choke me? relax."

you try to breathe, your chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow jerks against his. his weight is heavy, crushing you into the mattress, making you feel completely small and consumed. the sheer volume of sensation is overwhelming; the rough slap of his skin against yours, the heat of his palm over your mouth, the agonizing stretch of him inside you, and the constant, terrifying knowledge that your mother is asleep just thirty feet away.

"if you make a sound," he whispers, his eyes opening, dark and cruel, "i'll push you harder. i'll make you scream, and we'll see who comes through that door first."

he begins to move.

it's a slow, agonizing deep rhythm. he pulls almost entirely out, letting the sensitive head of his cock drag over the wet, swollen entrance of your cunt, before driving back in with a heavy, deliberate thrust that bottoms out against your cervix. each thrust is a blunt shockwave of pleasure that makes your mind go completely white. you are so overstimulated that even the sliding friction of his shaft feels too much like a sweet, agonizing torment that makes your thighs shake.

you try to tilt your hips, trying to find a rhythm, but minho pinches your hip bone, his fingers digging deep into the skin.

"i told you to stay still," he whispers, his voice tight with his own mounting pleasure. "i do the moving. you just take it."

he increases the pace, the slow, deep thrusts turning into a faster, rougher pounding. the wet, sticky sound of your bodies slapping together is incredibly loud in the quiet room. each friction filled stroke makes your toes curl into the sheets. you are clawing at his back now, your nails digging through his shirt, your hips lifting off the bed involuntarily as the tension in your lower stomach tightens into a hard, screaming knot.

you are right on the edge of a shattering, violent orgasm. your walls are contracting around him, milking him desperately.

"m-minho," you sob against his palm, your eyes wide and wild with a desperate plea. "please... let me come. please, i can't—it hurts, please—"

"no," he grunts, his own breathing heavy and ragged now, his forehead resting against yours. "i told you... no. you don't get to come until i say so."

with a cruel, calculated precision, he pulls his hips back, completely removing himself from your wet, aching cunt.

the sudden emptiness is a physical shock. you let out a broken, pathetic cry, your hips rolling on the empty air, trying to chase the phantom sensation of him. you are dripping, completely exposed, your body trembling with a desperate, unfulfilled need that feels like a physical sickness.

"look at you," minho sneers, his chest heaving as he hovers over you. he looks down at your wet, flushed thighs, at the slick trail of your arousal glistening on his own length. "a complete mess. you look so cheap like this, begging your stepbrother to ruin you in the dark."

he reaches down, his fingers catching your chin, forcing you to look up at him. his thumb presses hard against your bottom lip, dragging it down.

"do you want it?" he asks, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "tell me how much you want it."

"i want it," you sob, the tears finally spilling over your eyelashes, wetting his fingers. "please, minho. i'll do anything. please."

"say 'please, brother, ride me until i'm ruined,'" he whispers, his eyes glittering with a dark, twisted amusement.

the words are a heavy, toxic weight in your throat, but you are too far gone, too thoroughly broken by the overstimulation and the denial to care.

"p-please," you whimper, your voice trembling with shame. "please, brother... ride me until i'm ruined."

a dark, victorious smile spreads across minho’s face. "such a good girl," he purrs, the praise tasting like sweet poison.

he doesn't hesitate. he grabs your knees, pulling them all the way up to your chest, exposing your dripping cunt completely. he aligns himself and drives back in with a fierce, punishing speed.

the depth is unbelievable. he is hitting you so deep, so hard, that your entire body slides up the bed with each heavy thrust. his hand is back over your mouth, clamping down with a bruising force as he pounds into you without mercy. the wet, slapping sounds of his hips hitting your ass are deafening to your ears, a rhythmic, dirty soundtrack to your undoing.

you are completely lost to the sensation. your mind is gone, reduced to nothing but the hot, thick stretch of him filling you over and over, the hard friction against your clit with every thrust, and the crushing weight of his body. you are shaking, your muscles twitching, your eyes rolled back as the pleasure becomes too sharp, too intense to bear.

"now," minho groans, his voice breaking as his own control finally shatters. his thrusts become frantic, messy, and desperate. he buries his face in your neck, his teeth biting down hard on the sensitive skin right above your collarbone, leaving a deep, dark mark that you know will take weeks to fade. "come for me. keep it quiet."

the moment his teeth sink into your skin, the dam breaks.

a violent, shattering orgasm rips through your body. your walls clamp down on him in a series of tight, spasming contractions, milking him with an intense, agonizing grip. you shake violently under him, your back arching off the mattress, a muffled, choked scream tearing from your throat, completely swallowed by his heavy palm.

the sheer intensity of the overstimulation makes you sob, your body twitching as you come hard, the pleasure so sharp it feels almost like pain.

hearing your muffled cries and feeling the tight, pulsing grip of your climax is what finally pushes minho over the edge. with a low, guttural groan that is entirely unrefined, he drives himself as deep inside you as he can go, pinning you flat against the bed, and releases.

you can feel the hot, thick waves of his seed pulsing deep inside your cunt, filling you up, a warm, heavy weight that contrasts with the cool air of the room. he holds himself deep inside you, his body twitching as he spends himself, his chest heaving against yours as he tries to catch his breath.

for a long, quiet minute, the only sound in the room is the ragged, wet rustle of your breathing.

slowly, minho pulls his hand away from your mouth. his palm is wet with your saliva and tears. he looks down at you, his face softening just a fraction, though his eyes remain dark and possessive. he reaches up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"look at you," he whispers, his voice returning to that quiet, teasing purr. "you're a complete ruin."

he slowly pulls out of you, the wet, suctioned sound making you shiver. a thick, warm mixture of his seed and your own slick spills out of you, wetting the sheets beneath your hips. minho doesn't offer to help you clean up. he simply pulls his sweatpants back up, his eyes lingering on the dark, angry bite mark on your neck.

"make sure you cover that up tomorrow," he murmurs, a slow, cruel smirk playing on his lips as he steps off the bed. "it'd be a shame if your mother asked how you got it."

without another word, he turns and walks toward the door. he steps over the creaky floorboards with practiced ease, opening your door just wide enough to slip through, leaving you alone in the dark, cold room, shaking, wet, and entirely his.

karlee10261990

Does anyone write any Beast/Highlight ???

straykidsfein143

🔞 ──⋆୨ʚ Always Mine ɞ୧⋆ ── 🔞

˚⊹skz minho x f!reader⊹˚

wc: 1.7k

Contains: 18+ CONTENT. MDNI. shopping/café date turns to jealous minho, piv sex, unprotected sex (don't), oral (f receiving), finger fucking, creampie, slight hair pulling, a bit of ass slapping, doggy style, lmk if i missed anything!

masterlist!⋆˚꩜｡

──⋆୨ʚ🐺🐰🐷🥟🐿🐥🐶🦊ɞ୧⋆ ──

The Saturday afternoon sun hung comfortably overhead as you and Minho wandered through the outdoor shopping district.

Neither of you had any real reason to be there.

You'd both simply wanted to spend the day together.

The two of you drifted from shop to shop, occasionally stopping whenever something caught your attention.

"Oh!"

You picked up a small cat plush from one of the displays.

"Minho."

He looked over.

"It kind of looks like Soonie."

He glanced between the plush and the picture you had pulled up on your phone.

"...You're right."

"I should buy it."

"You already have six stuffed cats."

"And?"

"..."

"I don't see the issue."

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Of course you don't."

A couple hours later, both of your hands were occupied with shopping bags as you walked toward a small café to grab something to drink.

You stood in line while Minho looked over the menu hanging above the counter.

Just then, someone stepped up beside you.

"Excuse me."

You turned.

A guy about your age smiled politely.

"I just wanted to say..."

"I think you're really pretty."

Your eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Oh..."

"Thank you."

"I really appreciate that."

From beside you...

Minho's ears perked up.

The guy smiled again.

"I was wondering if maybe I could get your number?"

Before you could answer, a familiar voice spoke beside you.

"Sorry."

Minho stepped forward, gently wrapping an arm around your waist.

"She's already taken."

The stranger blinked.

"Oh."

"I didn't realize."

"No worries."

He offered an apologetic smile before walking away.

A moment of silence passed before you looked up at Minho.

"...Thank you."

He simply shrugged.

"Mhm."

"...That's all?"

"What?"

"I thought you'd say more."

"I didn't need to."

He picked up his drink once the barista called his name.

"Come on."

The walk back to the car was... quiet.

Not awkward.

Just quiet.

You caught him glancing over at you every now and then before immediately looking away whenever your eyes met.

He's bothered.

Once you were both buckled into the car, the silence continued.

Minho rested one hand on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his thigh.

You watched him for another minute before smiling to yourself.

"...You're pouting."

"I'm driving."

"That's not a denial."

"I'm concentrating."

"You've stopped at three green lights."

He pauses.

"...That's unrelated."

You laughed.

"I knew it."

"Knew what?"

"You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous."

"You sounded pretty jealous."

"I sounded truthful."

"So you were jealous."

"No."

"...Possessive?"

"..."

"...Protective?"

He sighed.

"I just didn't like the way he looked at you."

There it was.

Finally.

You reached across the center console, intertwining your fingers with his free hand.

"...You know I wasn't interested."

"I know."

"You know I love you."

"...I know."

"And?"

He glanced over at you for just a second.

"...He still annoyed me."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"So dramatic."

"I'm realistic."

"Mhm."

"I am."

"Sure you are."

The rest of the drive passed much more comfortably.

Even though Minho insisted he wasn't jealous, he never once let go of your hand.

When you finally pulled into your apartment parking lot, Minho turned off the engine.

Neither of you made any move to get out.

Instead, he looked over at you.

"What?"

"...Nothing."

"You've got that look."

"What look?"

"The one that says you're thinking."

"...Maybe I am."

A tiny smirk slowly spread across his face.

"...Let's go inside."

When the two of you head inside, you start taking the things that you bought today out of the bags. Minho just sits quietly on the edge of the bed, observing you with a bit of a stern look on his face.

"You alright, hun?" you ask, worried that he may still be feeling jealous.

"I'm fine."

Not convinced, you set the cat plush down and stand in front of him, your knees touching his.

"Are you sure?" you reply while intertwining your fingers with his.

"It seems like you still have something on your mind."

"Hmm. Well, I guess I kinda do.." he trails off, slowly sliding his hands up your arms and then down to your waist, making you come over closer to him.

"M-minho.." you shudder as he continues making grabby hands with you.

"What's wrong? Want me to stop?"

You shake your head.

"Good..~"

Minho pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him before kissing you deeply. Your hands instinctively cup his face, the passion quickly growing between the two of you.

He slightly tugs at the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head, tossing it aside. You can already feel the goosebumps all over your arms and legs as he starts palming at your breasts through the fabric of your bra.

"So damn perfect..." he mutters before reaching behind you and pulling your bra off. Without missing a beat, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth while slowly rolling the other between his fingers.

"Minho, please.."

"Please what? Use your words."

"I want more."

You didn't have to tell him twice before he gets you onto your back, your head against the pillows with him hovering above you.

"Tell me exactly what it is that you want."

"I wanna feel you inside me.." you mumble underneath your breath while your heart pounds in your chest.

"Well then if that's what you want, jagi."

He pulls his own shirt over his head and discards it before lowering himself down to trail kisses down from your jaw to your neck and chest.

The feeling of his lips kissing you lower and lower makes the heat between your thighs grow even stronger, making you squeeze your thighs together.

"Getting desperate, hmm?"

"N-no.." you turn your head to the side a bit, averting your eyes from his.

"Eyes on me, baby." he hums, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him before planting a rough, passionate kiss to your lips.

You kiss him back with equal passion, your hands reaching down to unbutton his pants.

"And I thought you said you weren't getting desperate.. I'll have to punish you for lying to me, jagi.."

Minho wastes no time in sliding your pants and panties down together in one quick motion, making you gasp.

"This is what you want, yeah?"

He leans down, his hands gripping your waist as he trails kisses down your stomach, stopping just at the waistband of your panties.

"Damn.. you're already so wet for me."

He bites his lip a bit before continuing his trail of kisses right down to the fabric over your clit, making your hips twitch.

Minho lays one arm over your hips, keeping you still as he teasingly runs his tongue over the wet spot of your panties, earning a whine from you.

"You like that..~?"

He teases, continuing with his antics. You couldn't help but try to push yourself against his face, dying to feel his tongue on you.

"Patience."

He hums against the fabric before slowly pulling your panties off, a sigh escaping him as he can now clearly see just how wet you are for him.

Your hips jerk as you feel him drag his tongue between your folds, making you whine. He gives you little kitten licks right over the sensitive spot of your clit while he starts to slowly push a finger inside you, making you moan suddenly.

"F-fuck.."

You grab a handful of the sheets, squeezing it tightly in your fist as he continues his teasing.

"Minho, please.. I need you right now" you beg, making him add another finger. The sensation makes you want more than just his fingers though. You rock your hips against him with a struggle as he still has an arm resting over your hips to keep them down.

He suddenly pumps his fingers into you faster while his tongue flicks against your clit, making a tight knot start to form in your stomach while you cry out.

"P-please, I'm gonna cum, baby!"

And with that, he slams his fingers into you at a relentless pace while his tongue works on your clit, making you cry out even louder as you cum on his fingers and face.

Minho slowly lifts himself up from between your thighs and pulls his fingers out of you. He leans down to kiss you roughly, tasting yourself on his lips.

"I'm not done with you."

Grabbing your hips, he flips you over and gets you to arch your back for him, making you gasp at the sudden motion.

Without hesitation, he quickly slides off his pants and boxers, giving you absolutely no warning before he positions himself at your entrance and roughly shoves himself all the way inside you.

"Nghh.. fuck-..!"

Moans after moans leave you as he quickly pounds himself into you while occasionally slapping your ass as well, getting a few groans out of him.

You can always tell when Minho is close because his grip on your hips tightens like hell and he suddenly gets quiet. Almost like he's holding his breath- just how he's doing right now- and you'd be lying if you said you weren't already close too.

Once again, you feel the heat quickly pooling in your stomach, making you bite onto the fabric of the pillow to muffle your moans. Minho doesn't let you stay that way for a second longer before he grabs onto you hair to lift your head up.

"No. I wanna hear you fall apart on my cock."

He tells you with a stern and shaky voice, breathing heavily as he feels you start to clench tightly around him.

"Shit-.."

Minho fights back his moans as you clench around him, unlike you who's a moaning and whining mess as he slams his thick cock into you even harder.

This makes you finally tip over the edge, crying out his name as you cum around his cock. He follows pretty much right behind you, his grip on your hips strong enough to bruise while throwing his head back with a groan as he empties himself inside you.

He slows his pace down, breathing heavily as he makes sure that none of his cum drips out of you.

When he finally pulls out, he collapses onto the mattress right next to you and pulls you against his chest, along with the blanket.

The two of you are breathless in each other's embrace before he finally speaks.

"You're all mine, you know that?"

a/n: ahhhh, this is my first time writing smut so I hope that it turned out okay🥹 feel free to give me suggestions/tips since i'm not familiar with writing this type of thing🙏

Taglist: @shinygubbins @whoschanandwhydoyallwannabanghim @unlikelypainterpeacekitten @karlee10261990

keymeadoww

━━ ✎ Kisses

Scenario: Different Kisses with your boyfriend

(Group) Members: (SKZ) Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Warning(s): just kissing, some are slightly spicy but not too extreme :3 not proofread lolol, post-relationship EXCEPT for in Seungmin’s which is friends to lovers, you’re shorter than Jeongin in his sorry

heavenlied

skz + their fave sex positions <3

chan ⸝⸝ he’s obsessed with having you in missionary, not because it’s basic, but because it’s intimate and lets him watch every little reaction you have to the way his cock stretches you open. he loves how your thighs clamp around his waist instinctively, like you’re trying to keep him as close as possible while he’s burying himself deeper with every thrust. his hands grip your hips tightly, rolling his hips rhythmically into you, dragging your body slightly up the bed with each snap of his pelvis. “look at me, baby- yeah, just like that, wanna see how good i make you feel,” he groans, his forehead pressed against yours, his sweat mixing with yours as he pounds into you so sharply it’s almost too much. his voice is breathless and deep as he praises you, his hand sliding to cup your cheek when your face twists with pleasure, “fuck- you’re so tight around me... you feel perfect, baby, taking me so fucking well.”

minho ⸝⸝ minho loves to keep you on your knees in doggy, ass arched just the way he likes it and your face smashed into the sheets like you were made to take him. the view drives him crazy— watching the bounce of your ass with every thrust, the way your creamy folds stretch to swallow him whole, his cock disappearing entirely in your dripping cunt. “god- you see how messy you’re getting for me?” he taunts, his voice low but venomous as he lands a harsh, stinging slap to your ass, fingers gripping the flesh immediately after to knead at the marks. your whimpers only fuel him further, his hips snapping into you so hard your knees start to give out, but he’s right there to yank you back by your waist or your hair, refusing to let you escape. “don’t run from me, baby. you can handle it. isn’t this what you wanted?” he growls, his teeth dragging over your shoulder as his nails dig crescents into your skin.

seungminogie

STRAY KIDS - TASY design drafts

nothing4everbutmyself

“That’s my baby, she’s iconic.”

Summary: Under a two pair photoshot, you and Minho are doing together. The photographer is bold enough to ask the question straight forward about whether Minho is having someone in his life or if he’s still single and you take the opportunity to clap back at them.

( 4k words )

Idol x non idol - established relationship

Includes - Comfort, fluff, flirting, suggestive intimacy, mentions of private areas, tensional poses, small rudeness from the photographer, assumptions, kissing, Minho being the casual possessive king he is.

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Author’s note - This was originally going to be “The Korean man is taken” and one post alone, along “that’s my baby she’s iconic” was also going to be separate but I decided to put those two ideas together and change the label on this post and then only create this one instead. So this is a kind of spinoff, mix of both the ideas from the original “that’s my baby she’s iconic” and the “Korean man is taken” but I hope you will enjoy reading it anyway :)

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bibisbia

— 𝓐𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

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𐙚⋆.˚ groomsman! hyunjin x bridesmaid! fem! reader

after losing all hope of finding the love of his life, hyunjin has an unexpected and heated encounter at his friend's wedding

⤷ a/n : yes it was kinda inspired in a shrek song, what you gonna do about it -_- also I'm so obsessed with going to a wedding one day, it seems so pretty and fun I want my friends get married so I can go have fun on their parties <3 this drabble feels a bit rushed but we like quickies around here ;)

⤷ contains : + 18 p in v sex unprotected sex quickie nipple play love at first sight ⋮ ⌗ ┆ wc [ 1.4k ] — tags : @jisungml + @smiileflower

⤷ now playing : accidentally in love by counting crows

l1aapntl

Porch Light

Pairing: Christopher Bahng x F!Reader

Genre: Smut, porn with plot, brother’s best friend

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (f. receiving), p in v, soft!dom Chris, praise kink, semi-public sex, groping, fingering

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“Are you fucking joking?” You muttered under your breath as you stood in front of your house. People making out against the trees, others drinking like there’s no tomorrow. So much fucking noise.

You were a party person. Really. But today, after the long, tiring day you had, you just wanted to shower and sleep. Apparently, you wouldn’t be doing that.

You cautiously entered through the front door, loud music blasting from the huge speakers your brother’s friends had probably brought.

Your brother, Jay, was also a party person, and a huge playboy. He’d throw parties without you knowing, just for you to end up seeing him fucking with a random girl. In your room.

But tonight, you found him passed out on your couch while plenty of couples were either making out or simply just laughing around him. You decided to not ruin his beauty sleep, instead walking out of the living room.

You opened the window door, which led to the small yard your house had, walked through it before closing it behind you. You sighed heavily, leaning against the porch railing, placing your face in your hands.

You reached into your pocket, taking out a cigarette before lighting it up. You took a small drag slowly, exhaling the smoke from your mouth as you closed your eyes. No one knew you smoked, but fuck everyone. Including your brother.

“It’s bad for your lungs.” A voice stated from behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was, though.

Christopher. Your brother’s dearest and closest friend. He was two years older than you, taller and muscular, with veins that ran from his upper arms down to his fingers. Was it bad to admit he was fucking sexy? Absolutely not. Would you ever admit it though? No.

“You smoke too.” You said quietly, still not turning around to look at him. That was until you felt his presence behind you, not close enough to touch you, but enough to feel his warmth.

“That I do.” He said. He leaned against the railing, looking at you up and down. “You look good.”

It was then when you finally looked at him that night. He had that stupid grin on his face, and that adorable dimple showing off. He was wearing a simple black tank top and grey sweatpants. Not that you were staring. Definitely weren’t.

“Not enjoying the party, huh?” He asked, taking the cigarette from your hand and taking a slow drag himself. You just shrugged. “Just tired. Had a long fucking day.” You said softly. “What about you? How come you’re here and not hooking up with a random girl?”

It was his turn to shrug. “Just wanted to check on you.” He said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Jay said that if he passed out, I should be close to you.” Of course he did. Your brother was protective, but you weren’t a little girl anymore.

“I’m not a kid, Chris.” You said softly. “I can take care of myself. I don’t need you fussing over me.” You took the cigarette, inhaling before stamping it on the ground with your foot. “You can go have fun.”

He stared at you, blinking slowly, before shaking his head. “Listen, why don’t we go inside together, yeah? We could go to your room and just talk.” He suggested quietly. “You said you wanted to rest.”

You smiled then, not a bright, big smile, a small and teasing one. “What, are you trying to fuck me?” You teased him, but when he didn’t reply immediately, your lower stomach felt noticeably warmer.

You’d always thought Chris was attractive, the way your panties got soaked every time he talked to you were enough to realize that. There were nights where you laid wide awake in your bed, your legs spread under the sheets as you fingered yourself at the thought of him.

Now, he was standing in front of you, in the quiet of the night, where it was just the two of you, biting his lip. “Would you want that?” He asked, quietly and suddenly, and you almost choked on your own saliva. “W-What?” You were just teasing him. You didn’t expect.. This.

“I said,” he started lowly, moving in front of you, his hands resting on either side of you on the porch railing. “Would you want me to fuck you?” He asked again. No teasing, no cocky smile. Just seriousness.

The party still raged inside—bass thumping, someone screaming over a drinking game—but out here on the porch? It felt quiet. Intimate. His brown eyes searched yours in the dim light—dead serious for once.

You wanted to reply, but your throat went dry. “I.. What—”

Then he kissed you hard, his tongue immediately sliding inside your mouth and groaning when he tasted you. Your hands were stiff at first, caught off guard, but immediately wrapped around his neck when he slid his tongue inside.

He gripped your jaw with one hand, titling it to the side to deepen the kiss as the other slid inside your shirt, moving up to caress your stomach and ribs, before cupping one breast in his palm, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger until it hardened. You broke the kiss to gasp, biting your lip to stifle a moan. “Chris, there are—Fuck.” You cut yourself off when you felt his hand sliding inside your pants.

“No one’s around, pretty girl,” he whispered, placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck as he ran two fingers over your folds through your panties, grunting quietly when he felt how wet you already were. “Soaking already, hm?” He asked, watching your face as your nose scrunched up and your lips parted.

He finally slipped his hand inside, using his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit before pushing a finger inside you. “All f’me, yeah?” You nodded breathlessly, biting your lip as you rolled your hips against his hand. “Chris—Not enough, need you..” you trailed off, whining when he added a second finger, curling them up just right.

He carefully pulled them out, bringing them to his mouth without breaking eye contact, slowly licking them clean before pushing you against the wall gently, pushing down your pants and panties in one swift motion as he kissed down your body. He licked a stripe from your breasts down to your stomach, his eyes locked on yours the whole time.

Reaching down with his hand, he guided one of your thighs to rest on his shoulder, glancing up at you briefly before burying his face in your cunt, dragging his tongue between your folds and up to your clit, before sucking it gently in his mouth. Your back arched off the wall, your fingers curling in his black hair as you moaned, involuntarily rolling your hips against his face.

He looked up at you, smiling just slightly as he pushed two fingers inside again while his tongue swirled around your clit, his free hand squeezing your thigh. “Such a good girl, hm?” He whispered, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue, his nose grazing your clit.

“Fuck—Christopher!” You screamed, your mouth falling open as you came. He kissed your thighs gently, muttering: “Atta girl.” Before standing up, kissing you deeply, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You pulled back slightly, biting your lip as you moved your hands down, palming him through his sweatpants before sliding them down along with his boxers. Fucking huge. He grinned, gently pushing your hands away. You stepped out of your panties and pants, leaning up to kiss him again.

He hummed against your lips, biting your lower lip as he moved his hands to your ass, squeezing as he lifted you up, breaking the kiss just enough to guide himself to your entrance, looking up at you. “Okay?” He asked. You nodded, biting your lip.

He thrusted into you, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. “Fuck, Y/N, so good..” he panted. “Fucking perfect f’me.” His hand squeezed your ass again, slapping it lightly before gripping it again, the other holding you up.

Slowly, carefully, Chris began to move. A shallow roll of his hips first—a gentle test—and then another, deeper this time. In and out. Soft at first—but gradually building in intensity as your body adjusted to him.

Chris kissed you again—this time with more hunger—as his hips picked up pace, each thrust growing longer, deeper. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist on instinct, pulling him even closer as he filled you perfectly.

Chris could feel it too—the tension coiling tighter with every movement. So he kissed you again—messy and desperate this time—as his thrusts turned relentless: deep, powerful strokes that had the bed rocking beneath you both.

You cried out, throwing your head back against the wall. “Yes!” you moaned, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. “So good—Fuck, Chris!”

He groaned, capturing your lips again as he moved his hand between the two of you, rubbing your clit before breaking the kiss to biting your earlobe. “Be good for me, baby,” he panted, caressing your waist with his hand. “Cum for me.”

A high, breathless whimper tore from your throat as the orgasm crashed over you like a wave. You clenched around him hard, back arching off the wall as pleasure ripped through your body. His hips stuttered the moment he felt you clenching around him, grunting as he spilled inside you.

He rested his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck while stroking your hair. “So good.” He muttered, pulling back to look at you. “Fucking perfect.”

You chuckled breathlessly, resting your head on the wall behind you. “You say that to every girl you fuck?” You asked teasingly.

He snorted, the sound a bit breathless still. “Nah,” he shook his head. “Just you.” He admitted, pecking your lips. You just hummed quietly, glancing around. “We should.. Probably..” you trailed off.

“Right,” he said, slowly pulling out, and you both moaned quietly. You looked down, noticing the glistening mess on your inner thighs. “I need to clean up though.” You muttered, looking up at him. “Okay?” He nodded, watching you as you pulled up your panties and pants.

You caught his gaze, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “What?” You asked softly. He just smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing, just..” he trailed off, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m glad your brother told me to come find you and look out for you.”

You smiled, your nose scrunching up. “I’m glad you did too.”

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minchns

he can picture it 🥺

0felixsfreckles0

Okay lock tf in we’re here. Now you see I was aware that I would be in for it after the hyung line photos dropped but oh good god I didn’t know it was gonna be THIS fucking crazy.

1. Hello? Why are you looking at me like that?😀 the b-bracelets…okay okay. the e-extensions?? okay that’s fine that’s okay. the eye contacts and the makeup? I’m gonna die here I’m fucked we’re all fucked this is crazy.

2. They need to stop styling his hair like this bro it takes me out every. single. time. AND THE GLOVES BRO HOLY SHIT. He’s so beautiful it’s actually hard to believe someone can look like this.

3. Stop winking. No more winking. Drop the wink seo changbin PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME. These outfits are so fucking good AND THE CHAIN ON HIS NECK IM SORRY IM A BITCH FOR STRAY KIDS IN JEWELRY LEAVE ME ALONE.

4. Yes I snuck in 2 pictures I couldn’t decide between the 2 because in one we got a hand shot we got a side profile shot we got a piercing shot. And on the other hand we got full arm shot in a crazy ass outfit while he’s LOWKEY manspeading okay so I was going through it.

5. He has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life and I just wanted to say something about it cause since I saw the pictures earlier that shit had been weighing HEAVY on my mind. Like Han Jisung is so fucking perfect ughhhh I’m done💔

6. We’re gonna be here for a while. The hair the pearls the eye contacts the makeup HIM LITERALLY JUST HIM. Back to what I was saying yesterday this is literally the closest we’re ever getting to seeing an angel in real time cause omg he’s so fucking ethereal. I love how they’re styling him this comeback dudeeee I will not shut up about him.

7. Never take brown hair away from him brown is his color it matches him too well idk how else to say it. I’m gonna sounds insane for a second okay? Okay so I genuinely don’t know how else to say this but Seungmin is like satisfying asf to look at? Idk idk there’s something about him that’s like naturally aesthetic or something and they’re really bring it out this comeback amen.

8. He needs to be stopped. Idk what’s in the air rn but yang jeongin is driving me insane it’s actually crazy. HANDS HANDS HANDS HIS HANDS ARE IN SHOT. And his LIPS???? Dare I say kissable👀😯

So overall thoughts. Imgonnagetthempregnant okay bye bye mwahhhhh😽🍭🐠🫯

unspoken-blossomed-feelings

˚｡⋆ K. Seungmin⋆｡˚

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{For some reason, your friend's roommate thinks you asked him out.}

ᯓ𖹭 friend! Seungmin & gn! reader ¦ ft. Jeongin

ᯓ𖹭 content: fluff🌷 ¦ silly

ᯓ𖹭 series: Valentine's Day: Love Note💌

▫️Run away

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▫️Every. Single.Time.

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haniqk

꒰ა˚₊ THERE YOU GO

Paring ꨄ︎₊⊹ bangchan x f reader (established relationship)

Summary ꨄ︎₊⊹ you never last long while riding Chris, so he makes you ride him until you cum

Warnings ꨄ︎₊⊹ SMUT, F/M, p in v, overwhelming for reader, praise, breeding, unprotected sex, fingering, being fucked up into

Authors note ꨄ︎₊⊹ I’ve been on a roll omg I’m writing these and posting them as I go so again they are really short

If you want any specific smut drabbles, request them!! I love writing them and would rather write things people enjoy

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You whine and embarrassed down at him. His hands are on your thighs helping you ride up and down on his cock. Almost as a joke you told him you wanted to see how long you could ride him for. In the past it was never long before he was turning you around and fucking you out of your own impatience.

“That’s it baby, you got it.”

Your thighs burn from working them for the past 30 minutes. That was already longer than you ever have gone before. You wanted him to fuck you. You were over this.

“Chris-“

“Keep going. I’m not letting you stop till you cum.”

You lean your head on his shoulder whining at his command. He couldn’t be serious. You really don’t think you can keep up for any longer. The burning was insatiable, getting physically hard to move up and down.

Even then he was doing most of the work for you, using your thighs to lift you then slowly bring you back down.

“I wanna see your pretty face.”

You look up at him, with soft fucked out eyes. He smiles while groaning as you come back down on him. He leans down bringing one hand to your face to make you meet his lips. He kissed you like he was starving, sucking on your tongue, biting your lip.

You whine in response, breath heavy from all this working. Why was he making you work for it? You were getting impatient, your pussy soaking his cock and practically begging to be fucked.

You both pull away from the kiss to breathe. You try focusing on using him for your own orgasm like told you to do, but get distracted when you feel his mouth on one of your nipples and his hand going to your other. Your hips jerk from the sudden sensation and you bring your arms around his shoulders.

He licked one long strip before closing his mouth around it. The warmth from his mouth and the feel of his wet tongue working on the sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Chris please-“

“Come on, you’re so close. I can feel you pulsing around me. after you cum I’ll fuck you how ever you want me to, yeah? be a good girl for me and cum like this just this once?”

You mentally groan at him not giving in this time, but your body clenches around him at his words. His lips attach back to your chest leaving kisses up your body till he reaches your neck.

Your whines and whimpers as you slowly go up and down on him make him smile against your neck before sucking. You might not be able to mark him up, but he will mark the hell out of you.

The feeling of his teeth and tongue on your neck makes you grind your hips, desperately trying to reach your high. You were so close, it was just hard without much of his help.

“Mhm, there you go.”

You moan getting encouragement from him, you wanted this over with. You grind faster, feeling it build up in your core. Your legs are giving out and you whine in frustration, your voice weak as you speak.

“Chris, please.”

He listens and grabs your hips helping you grind on his cock.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll fuck you so good after this I promise. Is that what you want?” You nod quickly, hiding your face in his neck and shoulder.

“Princess, let me hear you.”

Your body twitches from the sudden warmth running down your body to where you and him connect. “Y-yes. Please.”

He leans back, spreading your legs apart, making you lay against his chest. His hips start moving to meet your movements, fucking up into you, making everything feel so much better. Your back arches, and your stomach tenses up before relaxing just to tense up again.

“Chris- I’m-“

“Yea, I can feel you. Cum for me, baby?”

You whine, feeling the pleasure built up in your core spreading throughout your body. Your legs shaking, your head feeling fuzzy, your body jerking as you pulse around him. He holds your small frame, still moving you up and down on his cock to ride it out.

It's not long before you feel him pumping his load into you, making sure it’s deep inside.

You both hold onto each other coming down from your high, breathing heavy and bodies tired. He comes to his senses before you and looks over to see you still needing time. He smiles seeing your cute frame and leans in to kiss over the mark he left on your neck.

“You did so good, I’m so proud of you.”

You whine in response, holding onto him tighter. You still felt empty, unsatisfied. But you both wait, still coming down from your high.

When you feel your stomach warming with heat again, You whine, grinding lightly on his cock that was still inside you.

He just smiles looking down at you grinding “So fucking impatient.”

He pulls you off of him, letting his cum slide down, and lays you down on the bed. His release was slowly leaking down onto your thigh. He spreads your legs open getting in between them and leans down to kiss you as his fingers tease at your wet entrance.

Your arms go around his shoulders pulling him closer, wanting to feel his warm body pressed up against yours.

As he leans into your touch, he slides two of his fingers in your pussy, using his thumb to tease your clit.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You look up at him, staring down at you leaning in for more kisses. Your brain was still catching up and processing everything. It didn’t matter what you guys were doing, he always made sure you felt loved.

You bring your hands to his face kissing him deeper. Pulling him to melt onto the bed with you. One arm on the side of your head to hold himself up over you, other hand still working between your legs.

“What do you want, baby?”

You could feel his hard coal on one of your thighs. You didn’t want to be kinky right now. You just wanted him.

“Make love to me.”

He smiles leaning down kissing your neck and jaw, bringing the hand that was touching you, up to your face and holding your head to kiss you deeper. You feel his lips go into a smile against yours

“I can do that.”

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hanjinology

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU : featuring christopher chahn bahng

— idol husband!bang chan x fem reader, in which you found yourself tangled in a situation where in you have to choose between your love for him or to free yourself, but what can you do when one kiss and one touch from him melts all your anger away and found yourself circling on the same situation?

content warnings: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, soft love making, size kink, manipulation, gaslighting, toxic husband!bang chan, hair pulling, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

first for 600 followers event — inspired by "Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys"

word count: 4.5k words

All you could do was bite your lower lip as you stared at the last message you had sent Bang Chan four hours ago. The words still sat there on the screen, stubbornly marked as delivered but not read, the tiny status beneath them feeling far heavier than it should have. It was already one in the morning, and yet you remained seated at the dining table, shoulders slightly hunched, your phone resting beside a plate of food that had long since gone cold. The dishes you had carefully prepared hours earlier—meant to be shared—now sat untouched, their warmth replaced by the quiet chill of the empty room. You had cooked them because you believed, or perhaps hoped, that he would actually come home tonight.

hanjinology

“maybe you'll be disappointed by the results, but don't ever hate yourself for it.” — 3RACHA by bangchan, changbin & han

GIVE ME YOUR HAND AND I'LL TELL YOU YOUR FUTURE. (GENERAL MASTERLIST)

then hold my hand, darling. close your eyes and feel the stars that surrounds the beautiful world.

— here lies the collection of my sfw and nfsw pieces, headcanons, drabbles, and series about the fandoms i write for. enjoy! [ [sfw tag: ★, nsfw tag: ☆]

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