kenia

I'm a 96liner, who misses Got7

[yutomiyasu]

beauty+ favorite lee know looks: 5/?

[kenia4]

My favorite gatito😼!

[haniqk]

꒰⋆.⺌ PILLOW TALK ⺌.⋆꒱

Paring 𓂃˖₊⊹ husband bangchan x f reader

Summary 𓂃˖₊⊹ it’s hard to help your frustrated husband with his sexual needs when you have kids sleeping in the other room, and can’t keep your mouth shut.

Warnings 𓂃˖₊⊹ SMUT, F/M, p in v, unprotected sex, slight breeding mention, biting, soft sex, not proof read

WC 𓂃˖₊⊹ 850~

“Baby, you have to be quiet.”

You bite your lip and close your eyes bringing a pillow over your face to muffle your moans. His thrusts were practically fucking the air out of your lungs.

It was already hard to breathe being under your comforter to soften the sound of his hips smacking the back of your thighs.

One of his hands moves from your leg, to run up your body until he reaches your chest. He runs his thumb over your sensitive nipple and holds his large calloused hand over it squeezing lightly.

“Good girl.”

His thrusts were faster than normal. Things with work, him generally being frustrated, and things building up were all being poured out onto you and his thrusts.

Since having kids you guys barely have time to have sex anymore. When they were younger it was easier to get away with it after they were put to bed, but now that they are older you have to stay quiet so they won’t hear you.

You got tired of not being able to see his face and move the pillow out the way, setting it aside. When you do he smiles when your eyes meet, seeing your soft, fucked out face from trying to keep quiet. He leans forward thrusting faster and kisses your lips.

When he pulls away your moans start getting loud again. You bite your lip noticing, trying to stop them from coming out. He just kisses you again, and again, not stopping so your moans are muffled by his lips.

Your body was buzzing with constant pleasure, your mind not thinking of anything other than how his body feels pushing up against yours.

When you both pull away from the kiss, panting and breathing heavily trying to get air, your whines only get louder.

He looks up at you knowing it would be a problem and brings his hand that was on your chest to your mouth.

“Open for me baby.”

You comply immediately, opening your mouth. When you do, three of his fingers slide in.

“Suck, bite, whatever you need to do to keep that pretty mouth shut.”

You nod lightly and close your mouth around his fingers, sucking softly and grazing your teeth against his knuckles.

You can see the look on his face when he saw how much it was working. He scoffs a light smile holding onto you tighter before thrusting faster. Your body jerks at the sudden pace change and you bite down harder trying to muffle your moans.

“Fuck your so beautiful. You can’t mark me up but no one will know if it’s my hands, right pretty girl?”

You feel tears building up in your eyes along with that fuzzy feeling in your core. You didn’t wanna bite him too hard but you didn’t know how else to stay quiet.

Your hands reach up to his wrist, holding onto him just to have something to grab as you feel your orgasm coming. “Clenching around me so tight. You like being a good girl? Letting me use you like this?”

Your hips move in small circles, begging him to not stop.

You hum around his fingers and nod slightly. He was so close, you could feel his panting against your neck, the twitching of his cock. The heat was overwhelming, the sweat, the humid air in the room from your overheating bodies.

Your moans slow, biting down harder, feeling your body slipping into a state of pleasure. Your body melts, feeling that buzzing take over your body slowly.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.”

Your hands let go of his wrists, your body going limp. You arch your back jerking against his body as you cum over his cock, biting down on his hand hard. You feel his thrusts getting messy before feeling his load filling you up.

His body leans onto yours, making you fully chest to chest, before his hand slides out your mouth, cupping your face making a mess of your own spit all over your cheek and kissing the corner of your lips so you could still catch your breath. His thrusts slow into a stop, but he doesn’t pull out yet. He never pulled out right away. It was like he dragged how long he could stay inside you.

You both go silent, listening to nothing but the ac in the house running. After both recover from your highs, tired and exhausted, he sits back up looking down at you. He just stares, your mascara you were too lazy to take off smudged under your eyes, expression in a slight pout from how tired you are, eyes threatening to close.

He smiles seeing how much he can affect you, and leans down, giving you a proper kiss. You feel his hips softly thrust into you, fucking his load deeper into you.

“You did so good for me, baby. Good job.”

You whine, feeling his cock already growing harder as he did slow thrusts. You pout up at him feeling tired, and sensitive, not knowing if you could handle anything else.

He just smirks, kissing you and looking down at you softly.

“You can give me one more, yeah?”

Authors note 𓂃˖₊⊹ this one is super short but I wanted something short and sweet because I don’t have anything under my bangchan list and HE'S LITERALLY MY ULT so I need something.

[l1aapntl]

Backstage

Pairing: Bang Chan x F!Reader

Genre: Smut, porn with little plot

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f. and m. receiving), profanity, degrading, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, choking

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You hadn’t meant to make him jealous. Well, you never did. You were just being friendly with the other members. But Chris couldn’t help the way his stomach twisted every time he saw you laughing at someone else’s joke, every time he watched as you messed with his members’ hair.

He tried to keep his jealousy in check. It was your job, after all.

JYP had hired you as their personal hairstylist, which automatically brought you super close with all the members, and especially with Chris.

No one knew about the two of you. Not the members, not the fans, not JYP. It was just you and him. It had started casual, after you both drank a little bit too much at a party after releasing their comeback album, and you ended up having sex with him afterwards. Great sex, by the way.

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The stadium was loud. Thousands of people, waiting for Stray Kids to step on stage.

“Okay, guys, you’re up in five!” A staff member called out.

You were just doing your job. But Chris, obviously, didn’t like the way you smiled as you fixed Felix’s hair, and he definitely didn’t like it when you hugged Jisung before letting him move to the stage.

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The songs passed quickly, until it was finally time for the duets. Han and Felix were up first, then Changbin and Jeongin, after was Chan and Hyunjin, and lastly was Seungmin with Lee Know.

You were in Chan’s dressing room, searching for the hair spray you used. “Fuck, come on, where are you..” you muttered to yourself, bending down to search under the furniture.

You heard the door close behind you, before the click of the lock echoed in the room. You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. You knew. You just stood up, looking at him through the mirror. “Hey,” you said quietly, and he didn’t greet you back.

“Have you seen—” you started, before pausing. “You okay?” You asked, turning around to look up at him. “Mm, let’s see,” he started, taking a step closer to you. “I’ve been on stage for over an hour, singing and sweating, you have been giving fuck-me-eyes to my members, and now that I’m finally off stage, you’re searching for the fucking spray.”

You blinked, before huffing. “Chan, this is my job. Right now, I’m not yours, okay? I’m just your hairstylist.” You said, turning around to bend down, but he was quicker.

He grabbed your hips, pushing you forward and down until your cheek pressed against the surface of the table. “Christopher—” you whispered, already feeling his cock hardening against your ass.

“Just my hairstylist, huh?” He asked, already shoving your skirt down. “You’re not my hairstylist when you’re moaning my name, are you?” He continued, unbuckling his belt. “You’re not when I have my dick down your throat.”

You whimpered, hands bracing against the edge of the table to anchor yourself. “Chris, we don’t.. Have time for this—”

“We have exactly 5 minutes and 8 seconds until they finish their duets. Plus the minutes they’ll talk to the crowd.” He said, stroking your ass cheek with his hand. “Look at this ass,” he mumbled, smacking it before soothing it with his palm. “You are mine, Y/N. I don’t give a fuck whether we’re at a concert or at our apartment, you’re always mine.”

His words only made you wetter, your walls clenching around nothing as you pushed back against his, rubbing your ass against his cock. “Please, please..” you begged, tears of frustration forming in your eyes.

He turned you around, lifting you up onto the table before kissing you roughly. One hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing until you felt dizzy, the other undoing the buttons of your shirt.

Once it was open, he kissed down your neck, starting with soft kisses, before they turned wetter, his mouth now opening against your skin. He dragged his tongue down and over your bra, making you hiss. “Do you need somethin’?” He asked teasingly, rubbing your nipple with his thumb.

“Just.. Please, take it off, Channie—I need you.” You rambled on, your hand going down to rub your neglected clit. “Uh-Uh,” he said, pushing your hand away. “You wanted to act like a slut today, you get treated like one.” He said, shoving your panties down along with your skirt. He threw them on the floor before kneeling down between your thighs.

He inhaled, almost cumming in his boxers at the smell of your arousal. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbled, blowing air on your exposed skin. You cried out, fingers threading through his hair. “Fuck—Chris! Stop teasing, I beg you..” you sobbed, sniffling quietly.

He finally relented, taking his sweet time kissing your inner thighs, leaving deep, purple hickeys all over them, before dragging his tongue up your folds, making your toes curl. “Yes! F—Fuck, don’t.. Ah—don’t stop..” you moaned, throwing your head back.

He pulled you closer by gripping your thighs, sucking your clit into his mouth. “Use my face. Rub your cunt on it.” He encouraged you. You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hips immediately bucked towards his face, once, twice, and you practically screamed when his nose nudged your clit. “Shit—I’m gonna.. C-Chris..” you whined, making him pull away.

He pulled down his boxers, stroking his cock a few times before grabbing a fistful of your hair, pushing you down to your knees in front of him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he started, tapping his tip against your cheek. “I’m gonna shove my dick down your throat, and you’re gonna take it, swallow everything I give you, you got it?”

You nodded, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. He slapped your cheek gently, making you look up at him.

“Words.”

“Yes,”

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy.”

The words barely made their way out of your mouth before he thrusted inside, groaning loudly when he felt your tongue pressing flat against his skin. “Fuuuck yeah, just like that—take it.”

One hand gripped the table behind you, the other pushing your head forward in time with his thrusts, making you gag around him, your watery eyes staring up at him. You weren’t in pain though. You were in heaven.

“‘M gonna cum,” he said, not a warning. He threw his head back, thrusting once more before shooting hot, white ropes of cum down your throat, huffing out a breathless chuckle when he felt you swallow. “Good fucking girl,”

He pulled you up to your feet, biting your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, pinning you back against the furniture. He turned you around once more, making you look at the mirror. “Look at ya,” he mumbled, already guiding his cock to your cunt. “Look how fucked out you already look,”

You didn’t have time to reply, because he slammed inside you, making your back arch as you let out a loud moan, leaning your head back against his shoulder. “Fuck, gonna cum just from the sound of your moans, baby.” He panted, wrapping a hand around your throat, forcing you to look at the mirror again. “Who’s fucking you?”

You whimpered, closing your eyes tightly. “You are—Fuck!” You yelped when he slapped your ass hard, making your eyes open immediately. “Eyes on us, or I stop,” he threatened you, his pace turning frantic. “Answer the question.”

“You.. You are! Fuck, you’re fucking me, Christopher!” You screamed, biting your lip.

“That’s right,” he grunted, sucking on the skin of your neck. “Now be a good slut and cum for me,”

With a final thrust, you finally came, sobbing loudly as your gummy walls clenched around his length, milking him. He pulled out, both of you sighing at the loss of warmth, before picking up your panties and skirt. “Wear them.” He said, kissing your forehead.

Once you had managed to freshen up slightly, you glanced at Chris, who was now sitting on the couch, smirking up at you. “Come on, I’m up in 30 seconds. Help me, hairstylist.” He teased.

Hyunjin knocked on the door, and you could hear their song starting to play in the background. “Hyung, we’re up in ten! Hurry!”

Chan sighed, kissing you one last time before opening the door, winking at you.

“See you backstage.”

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this lowkey turned out even smaller than I had imagined lol

[sunflowerhyun]

you in me | hwang hyunjin au | eight

— SUMMARY. In which Y/N wasn’t expecting to hook-up with her bias, and Hyunjin wasn’t expecting to fall in love with her

— GENRE. idol!hyunjin, strangers-to-lovers au

— PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

— WC. 9.3k+

— WARNINGS/OTHER. cursing ; wine consumption (ofc) ; fluffy fluff (hyunjin’s so down bad. i love him) ; korean & italian dialogue ; jealous!y/n ; sexual tension ; smut consisting of: oral (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, possessive!hyun, sexual acts in a public area, both y/n & hyunjin are slightly intoxicated, lots of dirty talk & inner thoughts (from you know who)

NOTE. this has me giggling & kicking my mfing feeeeet 🤭 we love an obsessed man!!!! we love obsessed hyun!!!! also, please don’t hate me for the ending… i promise i will make it worth it <33

ᝰ NINE | SERIES M.LIST

Po ushi vlubitsya (Russian) — an idiom that literally translates to “fall in love up to your ears”

Three days somehow felt both impossibly short and infinitely longer than four years.

If someone had asked Hyunjin a week ago what reuniting with Y/N would’ve looked like, he would’ve probably imagined long silences, awkwardness, questions neither of them wanted to answer. Instead, they’d fallen into each other’s lives as though they had simply pressed pause four years ago instead of disappearing across continents.

The morning after the beach, they’d wandered through Florence together, much to his surprise.

She had insisted on doing some sight-seeing but still wanted to spend time with him, so she told him he could tag along with her. Hyunjin was a little hesitant about it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or feel pressured into doing something she didn’t want to do, but he eventually said yes, which resulted in her coming back over to his hotel so she could put on some better clothes that could hide her better.

She had stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the brim of her bucket hat—his bucket hat—for the third time while Hyunjin watched from the couch, trying not to smile.

“Do I look stupid?”

He’d looked up from tying his shoes, stifling a laugh once she turned to face him fully. The sunglasses she had on were big, the hat covering almost her entire face, and she looked so fucking cute that he could just eat her, again.

Okay, bad joke. But he’d been thinking about his mouth on her pussy ever since they went back to his hotel room to wash the sand out of their asses after the beach and he made her cum twice with his tongue.

“No, you look cute.”

“You’re full of shit,” She said, tilting her head back so she could see him, “I look absolutely ridiculous.”

“You look like you’re on vacation.”

“I look like I’m hiding from the CIA.”

Hyunjin laughed, standing up to his full height, pushing the sleeves of his loose shirt up to his elbows, “I mean… that’s not entirely inaccurate.”

She shot him a look that had him biting back another smile. “You’re laughing because you don’t have to worry about being photographed with you.”

The smile had slipped from his face so quick at her comment, and he’d crossed the room before he’d really even thought about it. “Hey,” He said softly, his hands settled gently on her upper arms. She looked up at him the best way she could, and he’d taken her sunglasses off so he could see her better, “If you get uncomfortable today, we leave. I mean it.”

Y/N blinked, opening her mouth like she wanted to say something, but he interrupted her. “I don’t care where we are, or if we’ve only been somewhere for five minutes,” He held her eyes, his thumbs brushing lightly against her arms, “If you tell me you’re uncomfortable, we’re done. No questions.”

She had stared at him for a bit before she eventually smiled, and he had to pretend like it didn’t affect him.

“So bossy, Hyunjin.”

“You like me that way, though.”

She had laughed, and just like that, the nervousness eased from her shoulders. Not completely, but it was enough for them to spend the day wandering hidden streets instead of crowded piazzas.

They avoided the busiest parts of Florence, choosing quiet bookstores tucked into narrow alleys, tiny artisan shops where no one gave them a second glance, gardens overlooking the city where they could sit without worrying about cameras. Whenever someone walked by a little too slowly or glanced in Hyunjin’s direction for a second too long, he felt Y/N tense beside him. And every single time, he’d quietly shift closer, possessively, protectively.

And every single time, she’d relax again.

That night, they’d eaten dinner in his hotel room again. He ordered more room service and another expensive bottle of red wine that she kept swearing she didn’t need, but she drank, anyway. One glass in, and they were cuddling on his couch, talking about dreams they’d had before either of them knew what adulthood would actually feel like. Two glasses in, they were giggling and sneaking in kisses at the most random times. Three glasses in, and she was coming on his fingers and sucking his cock like it was her favorite thing in the fucking world.

He’d asked her to stay, fully prepared to take the couch so she could sleep comfortably on his bed. He told himself he only asked because it was nearing 1am and he didn’t feel comfortable with her leaving so late and slightly intoxicated, but he knew that was a lie. She had hesitated, and he hated how disappointed he felt when she politely, yet solemnly declined.

He had one of his personal drivers drop her off since he wasn’t allowed to, forcing them to walk her to her room and make sure she got inside safely. He didn’t sleep until she had messaged him off Instagram.

y/n: made it :)

hyunjin: Good.

hyunjin: You know, you wouldn’t of had to worry about texting me if you would’ve just stayed with me

y/n: careful, hyunjin. i might start to think that you’re becoming obsessed with me

The next day had somehow been even better.

They went to a private pasta-making class at a countryside villa just outside Florence, something Hyunjin had wanted to do while he was here, but got even better once he invited Y/N to come with him. The elderly chef had spoken almost no English, Y/N spoke almost no Italian, and Hyunjin spoke even less, which somehow resulted in one of the funniest afternoons he’d had in years.

Flour ended up literally anywhere and everywhere you could think of, all over the counter, the floor, and even in Y/N’s hair. Okay, he might have had something to do with that one, but she had it coming.

“I have people trusting me with medical decisions and I still can’t make a simple dish of pasta,” She’d gestured toward the ruined dough with the most endearing pout on her lips.

“I’m sure you’ll recover,” Hyunjin smirked in reply, taking a sip of his glass of wine Marco poured for them, “Maybe stick to boxed pasta in the meantime, though.”

Y/N had glared at him before flicking some flour in his face, and Hyunjin took it with that same smirk on his face like a pleased idiot. He’d let her dump the whole bag on him if she really wanted to.

A bit later, Y/N had excused herself to the bathroom to clean up a little, leaving Hyunjin and Marco in the center of all the flour and uncooked pasta. Hyunjin was in the middle of untying his apron when his voice startled him.

“Wife?”

Hyunjin blinked, “…Sorry?”

Marco pointed toward the hallway where Y/N had disappeared to, “The bella.” He then pointed back to Hyunjin, “Wife?”

Hyunjin had stared at him for a long second, his ears immediately warming once he had caught on to what he was trying to ask. “N-no,” He stuttered out, the answer coming out embarrassingly fast.

Marco looked confused, “No?”

“No. Not my wife.” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly.

Marco had nodded once, like he was in deep thought, and Hyunjin could just feel how red his face was. Did they really act like a married couple? Is this what people thought when they saw them together?

“Ah!” Marco snapped his fingers, his face brightening, “Girlfriend?”

Hyunjin snapped his gaze towards the hallway nervously, relieved to find that it was still empty. Because for some reason, this conversation had made him feel sixteen years old instead of twenty-something.

He had opened his mouth to reply, fully intending to awkwardly say no, but nothing came out. His mind had betrayed him instantly, because the image appeared in his head without permission.

Y/N sitting across from him at breakfast. Y/N laughing at him while flour covered half of her face. Y/N reaching for his hand without thinking too much of it. Y/N tucked safely beside him in the car.

It had only been a few days, but the idea no longer felt impossible. It was just pleasant. Dangerously pleasant.

Marco had watched him expectantly, waiting, that same wide and friendly grin on his face. And before common sense could intervene, he gave the tiniest shrug imaginable, biting back a grin.

“Ah!” He had clapped both of his flour-covered hands together, “Sì! È proprio bellissima, ragazzo mio!” (Yes! She really is beautiful, my boy).

Later, they drove further into the countryside for a private wine tasting. It was crisp and refreshing, and Hyunjin may or may not have been feeling extra sedimental from the slight buzz it gave him.

They’d walked between the vines afterward, talking about nothing important. Or maybe everything important, Hyunjin couldn’t decide. The only thing he was sure of was that never got tired of listening to her.

He liked the way her mind worked. He liked how observant she was, how thoughtful she was—how she’d stop walking whenever she found something beautiful to admire. She seemed to notice everything. He had wondered briefly if she noticed what was happening to him.

Hyunjin liked making her laugh. He liked the way she’d unconsciously reach for his hand in the backseat of the car, or scoot closer to him whenever they were beside each other. He liked how smart she was, how independent and stable she appeared in her life. And most importantly, he liked how she made him feel like he was just a normal guy from Seoul.

Even now, sitting at a tiny café tucked away in the less busy streets of Florence people watching with tiny porcelain cups of espresso in their hands, it felt normal, natural, as though she’d always belonged beside him.

There were only six smalls tables outside, all shaded beneath cream umbrellas. An elderly man sat alone with a newspaper, two university students were arguing over something in rapid Italian, and Y/N was sitting across from him looking so beautiful that he can’t look away.

She was dressed in an oversized linen button down over a simple sundress, his sunglasses perched on her nose, her hair tucked loosely beneath a scarf he bought for her at one of the shops nearby. Anyone walking by would probably assume they were just another couple on holiday, but if someone looks carefully enough, they might recognize him. He had dressed himself in a way where it was almost impossible, but the risk was still there. It was always still there.

“Hey,” Hyunjin murmurs softly, reaching his hand out to lay on top of hers across the table, “You okay?”

He’s been noticing that’s she’s a little on edge, watching people a second longer than necessary, and Hyunjin doesn’t blame her. He should have been doing the same thing, but he wasn’t.

She glances down at their hands before looking back at him, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” She smiles at him, his thumb brushing softly against her knuckles, “I think I’m always going to look around, you know?”

“I know. And that’s okay.”

She smiles at him, squeezing his hand once before grabbing ahold of her espresso cup to take another sip. He instantly misses her touch, and for a second, he debates on reaching back out towards her, but ends up slouching back onto his seat instead. He can’t come across too clingy, which is very hard for him to do, considering the type of lover he is.

Wait, did he just say lover?

Fuck, he’s so down bad.

“He’s going to fall.”

Fall? Fall in love?

He’s confused at first until he realizes she’s not actually talking to him but simply stating her inner thoughts aloud. She’s watching as a little boy chases pigeons across the piazza, his mother calling after him in exasperated Italian.

“I think he’s indestructible.”

She laughs quietly, “I think his mom disagrees with you.”

He’s looking back at her now, and just like everyday this week, he completely forgot about the rest of the world.

She hasn’t noticed him staring yet, which is rare. Usually she catches him within seconds and will tease him about it until the only way he can shut her up is with his mouth or his cock, but today, she seems distracted. Her chin is resting lightly in her palm, the scarf she has wrapped around her head loosening with every brush of wind. There were a few curls that peeked through everytime the breeze drifts through the street, and she’d tuck them back behind her ear every time. Two minutes later, they’d fall right back into place.

It happens so often he finds himself just waiting for it.

A tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. But he did, because of course, he always does.

The afternoon sun slips between two buildings, catching the side of her face for just a moment. It makes her look golden, warm, the light outlining the curve of her cheek before disappearing again.

He feels his fingers twitch instinctively and he recognizes the feeling immediately. It’s the same feeling that always came before he painted. His eyes are drawn to her lips, on the way they’re moving as she talks to him, and he’s reaching into his pants pocket to grab ahold of the pen he always carries around with him without interrupting the conversation. One of the café napkins sits on the table in front of him, and he pulls it towards him, slouching back more comfortably into the chair.

“Not this again,” She groans, and Hyunjin fights back a grin.

“Hm?”

“I’m not even going to ask if you’re listening to me because I know you aren’t.”

Hyunjin cocks a brow, not even looking up from his napkin, “You said Kat almost convinced herself that she could move to Italy. And then you said she would probably last about two days before she manages to accidentally insult someone’s grandmother.”

She’s quiet, and he smirks, letting his gaze rest on her for a second before flickering his eyes back down, “Have some faith in me, jagiya. I might just surprise you.”

She huffs, picking up her espresso cup and leaning back into the chair behind her. Her scarf falls at the movement, exposing the entire side of her face and her neck, and his eyes are instantly drawn to the large hickey he gave her on her neck. It faded a bit, but it was still there, still noticeable, still serving as a constant reminder that she’s his and no one else’s.

She moves the scarf back around her neck, and Hyunjin’s eyes darken ever so slightly at the action. “Don’t,” He mumbles out lowly, pausing his movements on the napkin. She freezes, hands gripping the scarf tightly. If he could see her eyes right now, he’d be almost certain that she’d be staring at him with that same doe-like gaze that always seemed to bring him straight down to his knees.

“Don’t hide it. Move the scarf back. I want to see my mark on you.”

She hesitates, and he cocks an eyebrow, daring her not to. She must see the blaze of fire in his eyes, because not even three seconds later, shes taking the scarf off completely, placing it in her bag.

“Mal jal deutne,” (You listen so well), He hums in approval, tapping his pen with his fingers, “Good girl.”

“Hyunjin,” She says his name breathlessly, shifting in her seat, “We’re in public.”

“And?” He replies back quickly, the corner of his lips tugging into a smirk, “I know the reason you want me to shut up is only because your pussy is drenching your cute little panties right now. Scared you’ll make a mess on the seat, jagiya?”

“Hyunjin,” She says his name again, and he thinks it’s definitely meant to be as a warning, but it comes out breathless and whiny and everything he wants to hear instead.

“Don’t worry, jagiya. If you make a mess on the seat, you know I’ll clean it up for you. I know how much you love my mouth on your pussy.”

“Hyunjin,” She gasps, shifting again in her seat, and he suppresses a moan from how heavenly his name sounds coming from her mouth.

“Or I could do it right now,” He slouches back in his seat, discreetly adjusting the semi that’s now forming in his pants, “I could easily slip underneath this table and clean up your mess. You want that, jagiya? Want me to get on my knees for you on this dirty ground and eat your pussy? Nobody would know, because you’d be such a good girl and stay quiet for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Hyunjin, please,” She whimpers out softly, like she doesn’t know what she’s actually begging for, and it drives him fucking insane.

She’s squirming in the chair, slouching back, legs opening and closing like she doesn’t know what to do with them. And Hyunjin’s mind is suddenly painting the prettiest image of what she’d look like coming all over his mouth.

He’s thinking of how eager she’d be, spreading her legs for him with zero hesitation. She’d grip at his hair, pull him right where she wants him, moan his name so prettily. He’d lap up every last bit of her, not stopping until she’s shaking and begging and drenching his entire fucking face.

I’d be so easy to just drop down and do just that. There’s not many people around, and it’s loud enough out here that any sounds they’d make would be muffled enough to not draw attention towards them. All he had to do was drop down and lift her dress up and bury himself inside her thighs.

But he can’t—he shouldn’t. Being outside like this is already too much of a risk in itself. His company may have loosened up on many things in their lives, but being caught eating pussy outside a tiny café in the middle of Florence might just cost him his entire career. He tells himself he’s holding off solely for that reason, but deep down, he really knows it’s because he’d probably lose his fucking mind if someone had managed to snap a picture of her pussy for the entire world to see. That possessive side of him simply wouldn’t allow that.

Hyunjin doesn’t like to share. Especially when it comes to Y/N.

He hums lightly, his gaze focusing on his mark he left on her briefly before he resumes his scribbling on the napkin in front of him. He sees her shifting again from his peripheral vision and bites back a grin, knowing he’s gotten her all riled up only for him to shut it down. What can he say? He’s a masochist, apparently.

“Hyunjin,” She says his name again, this time a little more desperate. He bites his bottom lip.

“Yes, jagiya?”

He can feel her glare burning holes into his skin, and it only makes his cock even heavier in his pants. It’s unfortunate he can’t do anything about that right now.

“Do you need something?” He asks once she remains quiet.

She huffs in response, crossing her arms in front of her chest. This time, he can’t hold his grin in, and he’s grinning with his tongue as he glances at her, “Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance at dinner later.”

“Dinner?”

“Yes, dinner,” He replies, tracing the outline of her lips on the napkin. He leans more into the chair, “I want to take you somewhere tonight. If you’ll let me.”

He peers up at her briefly, hating that he can’t see what she’s actually thinking because of the sunglasses she still has on. She’s not saying anything, and he feels his palms start to sweat. Fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have already booked a reservation.

“Where?”

The softness of that word has him looking back at her, and something pulls at his chest. “There’s a restaurant about an hour from Florence along the river. The same place I wanted to take you a few days ago,” He moves on to her eyes, his pen working quick against the napkin, “It’s beautiful,” Like you, “I really think you’d like it.”

“How beautiful?”

He hesitates, because he knows what she’s getting at. She seems to notice, because of course she does, letting out a quiet sigh as she leans across the table to face him, “Hyunjin.”

“Very beautiful. I had great recommendations.”

“That means it’s expensive,” She slouches back into her chair. She sighs again, “Hyunjin, I don’t want you to spend a ridiculous amount of money on me. You’ve already paid for enough things this week.”

“Yes, because I wanted to. Also, you paid for our coffee today.”

“Yeah, after I practically tackled you to the ground so you’d let me.”

Ah, yes. How could he forget that?

“Yeah, that was hot.”

“Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin sighs, flicking his wrist once more before placing his pen on the table. Without saying another word, he folds the napkin once, then slides it across the table until it gently bumps against her hand.

She looks down, “What’s this?”

He shrugs, reaching for his espresso, “Open it.”

Her fingers tremble as she opens it, and then she stops. He watches as she softly bites her lip, her cheeks heating to a beautiful shade of red, and he bites the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from doing something stupid like lean over and smash his lips against hers. Her head tilts down towards the drawing, then back towards him, then back down, then back at him.

“You…” Her voice comes out breathless, beautiful, “You drew me?”

Hyunjin places his cup up to his lips, smiling over the rim, “I did.”

She looks back down, “I didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You’re so talented, Hyunjin. Seriously,” She smiles, her fingertips carefully tracing the edge of the napkin, “It’s beautiful.”

“No,” He shakes his head gently, causing her to glance up at him, “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

She glances up at him, almost shy now, before folding the napkin with infinitely more care than he’d used. She tucks it safely inside her bag, into the zippered compartment, like it was something precious. Seeing that made something warm settle quietly in his chest.

“You deserve beautiful things, Y/N,” He quietly says, his fingers twitching, the urge to grab onto her hands itching at his skin, “I like doing nice things for people, and I like doing nice things for you. I like making an evening feel special, I like dressing up, I like beautiful places and good wine and good food. But most of all, I like you.”

The slight confession sits heavy in the air around them. He didn’t mean to actually say that, but it was out now, so there’s no point in trying to take it back. Not that he would, anyway—those words are probably the most genuine words he’s ever uttered in his life.

He does like her, far more than he probably should. He does want to spoil her, to kiss her freely, to touch and claim her without the entire world knowing. He wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything in his entire life.

But what he wants most is to love someone, to be loved by someone who understands him. Who sees him for who he is, and not as the brand that he carries around on his shoulders. Who isn’t afraid to put him in his place and remind him that he doesn’t sit on this high horse that everyone seems to make him out to be.

Hyunjin knows he falls fast, he always has. He wears his heart on his sleeve, willing to give it to anyone who wants it. And even knowing that millions of people do want it, the fact that one of them could possibly be her triggers something deep in his chest.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

Hyunjin blinks once before focusing his attention back towards her and away from his inner thoughts. She’s smiling at him, shaking her head fondly, her curls flowing wildly in the wind. She’s not perfect, by all means, but that’s exactly the reason he likes her so much.

“No,” He mumbles, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips graze a little longer on the side of her face. Beautiful. “No, I’m not.”

“And you’ve already decided,” She leans more into his touch.

“I have,” He replies lowly, cupping her face with his hand, lightly tracing the softness of her cheeks, “I’ve already booked the reservation, actually.”

“Of course you have,” She grins at him, and he has no choice but to grin back. How could he not? “Let me guess, you bought me a nice dress to wear too, didn’t you?”

Hyunjin knows she meant it as a joke, but the grin on his face only grows. Of course he bought her a nice dress. Why wouldn’t he?

“Hyunjin,” She says his name sternly, teasing completely gone, “Hyunjin, please tell me you didn’t actually buy me a dress.”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. He knows she’s pissed, but it’ll all be worth it once he sees her looking so pretty in elegant fabric that he’ll just rip off later.

She sighs dramatically, nervously glancing around before leaning away from his touch and back into her seat. He’s disappointed, for a second, but puts his hand down anyway. The sound of laughter behind them serves as a blunt reminder that they’re still in public, where anyone can see them at anytime.

She doesn’t say anything for a few moments, and he wonders briefly if she’s actually upset with him. He knows she doesn’t like him spending money on her, but doesn’t she realize that’s his love language? He likes nice things, so it’s only fair she has them, too.

He opens his mouth to apologize, to tell her just that, but she’s interrupting him before he gets the chance to.

“Don’t.” She points a finger at him, that same teasing glint back in her eyes. He closes his mouth, a soft smirk pulling at his lips.

“I’ll wear the dress you bought me, but only because I’ll feel bad if I don’t,” She lowers her finger, crossing her arms across her chest, pouting slightly, “But, you can’t buy me anything else on this trip. Fancy wine included. Okay?”

He rolls his eyes fondly, nodding his head slightly. Sure, he’d try his best not to if that’s what she really wanted, but he just wants her to have whatever she wants—wants her to live in the moment with him and not have to worry about anything else. Can you blame him for that?

“And, about dinner…” She trails off, holding his gaze for a few quiet seconds before smiling in a way that makes him feel like he’d won something far more valuable than an argument, “Yes. Take me to dinner, Hyunjin.”

For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, hearing those words makes his heart beat just a little bit faster than it has all afternoon.

By the time his driver pulled alongside the river, the sky had turned a deep blue that only existed for a few fleeting minutes after sunset.

The water reflects the lights from the old stone buildings lining the opposite bank, each ripple breaking the reflections into streaks of amber. A violinist somewhere farther down the promenade plays softly enough that the melody blended with the sound of the river itself.

Hyunjin steps out first. He practically bolts out of his seat, speed-walking to Y/N’s side of the car to open it before his driver even has the chance. Y/N is his date. He’ll be damned if he’s not the one helping her out of the car.

He gives Renaldo, his driver for today, a sheepish grin once he makes eye contact with him, an attempt to tell him that he’s sorry for getting out of the car while it was still moving and possibly drawing attention to himself, but also that he’s not really sorry. However, the grin is quickly wiped from his face once the door fully opens and Y/N looks up at him.

For a second, his brain simply stops. Even though he’s already seen her, she still manages to make him forget how to breathe.

The dress fits her perfectly, exactly the way he had imagined. It’s rich and deep beneath the evening lights, and when she actually takes his hand and stands up, he feels like he might just pass out. His eyes travel down her body, unable to stop it, and he swallows thickly at the sight. The fabric hugs her figure perfectly, tight in all the right places, falling gracefully to her ankles. The slit along one side of her leg reveals just enough skin whenever she moves, and he sucks in a deep breath at how smooth and plush her thigh looks, begging for him to bite and suck at it.

But what he notices most, is how happy she looks.

She’s looking at him with a fond expression, a little shy, her eyes bright and glazed over with adoration. It makes something warm settle in his chest knowing she’s looking at him that way—looking at him the same exact way he always looks at her. Hyunjin’s never felt this way about anyone before. He’s never met someone who captivated him as quickly and as deeply as she has. What he feels for her travels far along the horizon in front of them.

He just really hopes she feels the same way.

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

Hyunjin blinks once, twice, feeling the back of his neck grow hot. “I…” A laugh escapes him, but he can’t even be embarrassed because she has to know why at this point, “I can’t form words right now. Ask me in two minutes.”

Y/N rolls her eyes fondly, a soft giggle escaping her mouth as she holds up one side of her dress, squeezing his hand tighter, “You’re an idiot.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

She smiles at him, and it does nothing to settle the giddiness he feels in his body right now.

“I’ll admit,” She looks down towards her body briefly before glancing back at him, “This was a good choice. You have good taste.”

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” He places his free hand over his heart, clutching it dramatically.

“Oh, don’t let it get to your head. You’re an ambassador for Versace for a reason.”

“Oh,” Hyunjin grins cheekily, “I thought you didn’t keep up with me anymore, jagiya.”

She shoves him lightly, tip of her ears reddening slightly, “Oh, shut up. You know I’m still in the loop of most things.”

“Mhm, sure,” He grins wider once she avoids eye contact. He loves when she gets shy around him.

“You’ve been insufferable all day.” She mumbles once he starts to lead her towards the front doors.

“I’ve been charming.” He replies, guiding her up the stone stairs, being careful not to step on her dress or cause her to trip.

“You’ve been expensive.”

He holds the door open for her once they make it to the top, grinning cheekily, “I’ve been classy.”

“You’ve been boujee.”

“Can’t disagree with that one,” He snorts in amusement, slapping her ass lightly. She lets out a quiet yelp, jumping slightly, definitely not expecting him to do that, but obviously not hating it, either.

“Now, get inside and walk in front of me so I can watch your ass jiggle in this dress.”

She gapes at him for a moment, obviously not expecting that to come out of his mouth. Honestly, he didn’t mean to say that, it just came out. Okay, maybe he did mean to say that, but it’s true, so what can you expect? He’s just a man.

“As I said… insufferable,” She hisses at him quietly, letting go of his hand to walk around him. She stops in front of him, glancing back at him as she runs a hand against the curve of her ass, a teasing glint in her eyes, “Make sure to get a really good look at it now, Hyunnie, because you won’t be seeing it later.”

“Fucking tease,” He mumbles to himself, eyes zeroed in on how her ass moves in the dress. She’s swaying her hips more than usual, giving him his own personal show, and he fucking loves it.

He’s frozen in place for a second until she turns around to call him over, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. The host is watching him expectantly, definitely catching him ogling her ass, but he can’t bring himself to care about that.

He smirks back at her, eyes staying on her as he walks forward, his hand coming up to rest on her lower back as he pulls her towards him. He gets a whiff of her sweet perfume, and he finds himself nuzzling his head into the side of her neck before planting a soft kiss there.

“Mr. Hwang,” The host smiles politely at them, and he smiles against her skin as she squirms a little in his grasp, slapping his arm lightly in what he assumes is to get his attention. He huffs, standing back up straight, keeping his hand on her back.

The host flickers his eyes from Hyunjin to Y/N and back to Hyunjin before widening his grin, “Buonasera! (Good evening). If you are ready, I can escort you to your table.”

“We’re ready,” Y/N answers with a polite smile before he could open his mouth. She squeezes his arm, “Grazie.”

“Prego, mia signora. (You’re welcome, my lady). Please, follow me.”

Hyunjin shuffles his feet as he follows them, his hand trailing down towards the curve of her ass. He hums, fingers dancing up and down against the soft fabric before he grips it in his hand. She lets out a quiet shriek at the feeling, and he suppresses a moan from how she feels in his hand.

“Hyunjin,” She says his name quietly as a warning, but he only grips it harder, giving it a light smack before letting go completely.

“Here is your table,” The host gestures towards the table right by the river, “Please, take a moment to look through the menu and your waitress will be here shortly. Would you like to start off with any wine?”

“Yes, we’d love to,” Hyunjin replies before Y/N can, ignoring the glare she sends him and pulling her chair out for her, “We’ll take a bottle of Chianti, please.”

“Perfect,” He nods politely, “I’ll get that out right away. Please, make yourselves comfortable, and we will be with you shortly.”

Hyunjin bows politely, offering him a thank you as Y/N sits down in her chair with a small huff. He grins, amused, walking over to his side of the table and sitting down. She’s still glaring at him, and she looks so fucking cute.

Sigh. He’s so down bad.

“I thought we agreed no more fancy wine.”

“It’s dinner, jagiya,” Hyunjin replies, pouring them both some water, “We have to have wine at dinner. Adds to the aesthetic, you know?”

Y/N sighs, shaking her head in amusement, glancing down to look at the menu. She frowns, and Hyunjin already knows what’s about to come out of her mouth.

“This is expensive,” She mumbles, glancing back at him.

“It’s fine,” He tries to brush it off, directing his attention to the waitress who’s now pouring wine in each of their glasses. She introduces herself, and Hyunjin nods politely, thanking her quietly.

Y/N watches her walk away, and then she’s looking back at him. “Hyunjin,” She starts, exasperated, and he quickly interrupts her.

“It’s fine, jagiya,” He stresses the words out, taking a sip of his wine. She’s watching him intently, and he can tell she’s uncomfortable. He sighs, placing the glass back down, “I want to do this for you. It’s a miracle you even agreed to come here with me in the first place. I like you, I want to spoil you some, so, please, let me.”

She bites her lip softly, and he’s drawn to the action. Her lips are a deep red, glossy, looking so inviting, and he really, really wants to kiss her right now. There’s nobody around, anyway, so what’s stopping him?

“I like you, too,” She says quietly, shyly, and he’s leaning over the table to place his lips on hers before he can think anything of it.

The words make him feel fuzzy inside, and he’s moving his lips against hers so gently, so passionately. She kisses him back almost instantly, and he smiles into her mouth, pulling back slowly, licking his lips as he glances down at her.

“Mhm, you taste so good, jagiya,” He mumbles, watching her neck turn the same exact shade as her pretty blush. He pecks her lips one more time just because he wants to before leaning back into his seat, straightening up like nothing even happened.

It feels good to kiss her so freely like this, without having to worry about where they are or who will see. He had booked the entire restaurant to himself in order to ensure privacy for this reason specifically. He wanted her to feel comfortable and he wanted her to enjoy herself, because she deserves it.

She deserves everything. If only she’d let him give her that.

“I was expecting this place to be crowded,” She glances around a bit, most likely taking everything in. The view was beautiful, he really can’t blame her. That’s one of the reasons he chose this place.

He hums in agreement, watching her look around in slight awe. Suddenly, she slows to a stop, flickering her eyes back at him.

The dining room was empty, every table is perfectly set up, candles are flickering against crisp white linen, fresh roses decorated on every table. A grand piano was playing softly in one corner, though the pianist was hidden from their view.

There wasn’t another guest anywhere in sight. He already knows what she’s about to ask.

She looks around once, twice, then slowly back towards him. “Where is everyone?”

He rubs the back of his neck. He knew she’d catch on. She always does.

“Sooo…”

She raises a brow, waiting. He bites his lip cheekily, shrugging his shoulders, “I booked the entire place for us. No big deal.”

Her mouth slowly opens, “You booked… the entire restaurant?”

“It seemed like the easiest solution.”

“Easiest?”

He sighs slouching back into his seat a little, fingers tracing the stem of his wine glass, “I just wanted you to be able to relax, Y/N. I know you’re still worried every time we go somewhere in public, so I wanted to make things better for you. For us.”

Her eyes drift back towards the river, to the candlelight, to the empty terrace waiting for them, and then back to him. “This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me,” She says quietly, reaching out to grab ahold of his hand, “Thank you, Hyunjin. Seriously, thank you. For everything.”

She smiles at him, and it’s genuine and lovely and everything that makes him feel all mushy inside. And as she smiles at him from across the table, still holding his hand, he realizes that no amount of privacy, expensive dinners, or reserved restaurants had ever been what he actually wanted.

He only wanted this—an evening where she chose to sit across from him, and nowhere else.

The waitress comes back to re-introduce herself, to ask them if they need anything, and Hyunjin orders Bruschetta for them to share. Y/N doesn’t argue, doesn’t try to tell him they don’t need it, doesn’t remove her hand from his. She simply lets him, her shoulders relaxing significantly.

It wasn’t until the waitress walks away that Y/N lifts her glass of wine up with her free hand, smiling at him, “To Florence.”

“To second chances,” He replies lightly, their glasses clinking against each other ever so softly.

For a while, they simply enjoy the evening. They enjoy fresh pasta, sea bass, wine—lots of wine. Hyunjin drinks enough to where his head starts to spin ever so lightly and his face starts to feel hot.

Fuck, he’s drunk. And judging by how giggly and touchy Y/N is currently being, she is, too.

“I still can’t believe Chan and Kat managed to keep this entire thing from us,” Y/N giggles, her foot slowly traveling up and down his right leg. It’s driving him crazy, and he’s been trying to ignore it for the past thirty minutes.

“I can,” Hyunjin replies, feeling his throat go warm once he takes another sip of his wine, “Chan lies by omission. He just conveniently forgets information. Like, always.”

“Kat, too!” She exclaims loudly, leaning in towards him as she slams her hands on the table, “She is almost as insufferable as you! Her and Chan are literally the same person. Two peas in a pod.”

Hyunjin hums, “I guarantee they planned this.” And thank fuck they did.

“Yeah, they probably had a spreadsheet. Color-coordinated and everything. With timelines.”

Her words are slightly slurred, and it’s so fucking endearing. She’s so fucking endearing. “That seems excessive.”

“It is, but it’s Kat,” She runs her foot up his leg once more, and if she does it one more time, he might end up climbing over this table and force her to stop.

Hyunjin takes another sip of his wine to distract himself from the heat currently traveling up his entire body. He always feels like his body is on fire every time he’s around Y/N, but right now, it’s ten times worse.

“She keeps looking at you.”

Hyunjin blinks, confused, placing his wine glass down on the table, “Who?”

“The waitress,” Y/N nods to her left, and Hyunjin glances over to see her quickly put her head down, obviously being caught staring. He watches her for a second before she ends up glancing back up at him, only for her to quickly away once she was caught.

“Ariana?”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were on a first name basis with our waitress,” Y/N grumbles in front of him, a slight frown on her lips as she focuses her attention on their waitress who’s still looking at him. One look at her, and he already knows she’s jealous.

The fact that she’s currently glaring down the waitress with her arms across her chest has him grinning mischievously. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting her to get jealous, considering the lifestyle he currently lives in, so this was a pleasant surprise. And he’d be lying if he said he hates it.

He wants her obsessed with him the same way he’s obsessed with her.

Hyunjin hums, leaning back into his chair, spreading his legs a little as he politely gestures for Ariana to come over to their table. Y/N notices instantly, snapping her head over towards him, the glare previously directed at Ariana now directed at him.

“Ariana,” He says her name politely, his grin widening once he feels Y/N kick his leg underneath the table.

Her face flushes into a deep red, stuttering out a, “Y-yes, sir?”

“Could you do something for me?” He asks gently, the side of his face blazing with Y/N’s hot gaze.

Ariana nods enthusiastically, and Hyunjin can tell that she’s doing her best to remain calm and professional. She’s shaking a little, and Hyunjin feels bad, but he has to do this so he can finally get what he wants.

He gestures for her to come closer, and she does slowly, in a mix of blushes and shakes and rapid breaths. He feels another kick to his leg, and it only adds to that flame inside him that’s only growing bigger by the minute.

“Can you give us a little bit of privacy, please? Maybe about thirty minutes or so? I’d greatly appreciate it.” He asks quietly, soft enough to where Y/N couldn’t hear him, innocent enough to where she wouldn’t suspect anything.

“O-oh, of course!” Ariana stutters out a reply, smiling down at him politely, “I will come check on you then. Enjoy!”

Hyunjin smiles out a thank you, watching as she walks away from them. He can still feel Y/N glaring at him, boring holes into the side of his face. She huffs in annoyance, probably to get his attention, but he doesn’t turn around. Not yet.

She grumbles something, no doubt cursing him out, and he bites back a grin. It wasn’t until Ariana had walked through the doors and was completely out of sight that he turns around to face her. She looks pissed off.

Perfect.

“Something wrong, jagiya?”

Y/N scoffs, angrily snatching up her wine glass and taking a nice, long sip, all while still shooting daggers into his skull.

Hyunjin leans up, resting his elbows on the table in front of them, humming lightly as he toys with the bottom of his lip with his fingertips, “Do you want to know what I told her?”

“No,” She replies quickly, obviously lying, and he smirks once she shifts a little in her seat, “I don’t care. Just seems a little rude to flirt with someone else when you’re on a date with me.”

Date. The word has his heart racing, and that giddiness he was feeling earlier only intensifies. He definitely sees this as a date, and he’s fucking ecstatic that she sees it the same.

Hyunjin cocks his head to the side, studying her intently, holding her gaze, “Wasn’t flirting. Was just asking her if she’d give us some privacy for a bit.”

“Privacy?” Her eyes narrow in on him, slightly confused, “F-for what?”

He leans in closer towards her, close enough that he can feel the warmness of her soft breaths against his lips. The candle is flickering below him, casting a perfect glow on her, adding more warmth to his body that’s already up in flames. She visibly gulps, her eyes glancing down towards his lips once, twice, before meeting his gaze. She’s nervous, he can tell, but there’s also something else there. Something that tends to darken his soul and consume every single inch of his skin.

He picks up his fork, twirling it in the air a couple times before dropping it to the floor. It lands with a soft clink.

“Oops,” He shrugs his shoulders, a shit-eating grin on his face, “Guess I better pick that up.”

Before she can even say anything, he’s pushing his seat back and standing up, his eyes darkening as she gaps up at him. “H-hyunjin… what…”

A strangled noise leaves her mouth once he drops down to his knees to climb underneath the table, lifting the white linen up to start crawling towards her. She shrieks quietly, her legs squeezing together so tightly as she attempts to scoot her chair back. He places his hands on her thighs, halting her movements, giving them a soft slap.

“I told you you’d get your chance at dinner. It’s dinner,” He smirks, rubbing the soft, plush skin of her thighs, “Now spread those legs for me, jagiya. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

She instantly obeys, spreading them wide, even going as far as to scoot to the edge of her seat. Hyunjin groans at how eager she is for him, bunching her dress up as high as it will go, the red lace of her thong barely covering her pussy, an obvious wet patch sitting right in the center.

“Hyunjin,” She gasps his name quietly, and he hums, fingers tracing up and down her clothed core as he licks his lips. Fuck, she’s perfect for him. So perfect.

“Yes, jagiya?”

“Please,” She squirms a bit more, her hands coming underneath the tablecloth to grip at his hair. She gives it a harsh tug, and he moans at the slight sting.

“Please, what?”

He leans in closer, licking a long stripe up her clothed core, groaning at the slight taste that grazes his tongue. She shivers above him, her body jerking, and he spreads her legs even further apart. Her panties cling to her pussy, barely covering her from him, wet and begging for him to get a proper taste.

She whimpers out his name, pulling his face closer to her pussy, tugging his hair harder, and Hyunjin groans lowly. He pulls his head back as she slightly loosens her grip, and then he’s grabbing ahold of the band of her panties, jerking it upwards, cursing at the sight of her pussy lips peeking out of the fabric.

“You know I like when you use your words, jagiya. You should know this by now.” He says lowly, the sound of her gasping and moaning ringing in his ears. He pulls a little tighter, and she’s squirming everywhere, hands gripping tightly at his hair.

She chokes out his name, and he hums, leaning in closer towards her, “I’ll say this again. Please what? What do you want from me, jagiya?”

“Y-you,” She gasps out, begging, pleading, “Please, Hyunjin. Please make me cum.”

He could have her beg a little more, have her moaning and crying and crumbling until he finally gives in, but he thinks he might die if he doesn’t taste her within the next five seconds.

He slides her panties to the side quickly, leaning in, eagerly licking up her pussy. She whines softly, lying her ankles on his back to push him forward, hands tugging his hair so hard that he’d be surprised if she didn’t pull some of his hair out. The taste of her on his tongue and the grip she has on his head causes his eyes to roll in the back of his head, a throaty groan falling from his lips. He could cum like this.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” He mumbles to himself, eyes mesmerized by how wet and pink she looks. Her pussy is glistening, so pretty and warm and perfect, and he’s leaning back in without a second thought, fucking his tongue into her.

“Hyunjin… fuck…” She whines softly, pulling his head even harder against her. He moans into her, lapping up and down and all around her pussy before flicking his tongue against her clit. She gasps, hips jerking off the chair, and he holds her hip down with one hand, his other trailing down to slip two fingers inside of her.

They slide in with ease, because of course they do. She’s drenching his face, drenching his fingers, moaning and withering above him like a good fucking girl. His good fucking girl.

“O-oh, Hyunjin, f-fuck… feels so good,” She moans out so sweetly, riding his face like she owns him. And she does. Fuck, she does. “Your mouth is so good. Always so good. Makes me cum so fast.”

His cock is rock hard in his pants. He feels like he’s going to bust if she doesn’t stop talking.

“Hyunjin, Hyunjin, yes, yes,” She chants the words over and over again, and fuck, he’s getting so close. Embarrassingly close to coming in his fucking pants.

He takes his left hand off of her hip to palm at his hard cock through his pants, desperate to relieve some of the pressure. It feels good, but it’s not enough, and he almost wants to just take his cock out so he can stroke it properly and cum all over her pussy.

Fuck. Now he’s thinking of his load coating her wet pussy and how pretty she’d look taking it. Maybe he’d fuck it into her, or maybe he’d lean down and lick it right the fuck up, tasting both of them on his tongue.

The thought has his pulse racing and his fingers thrusting faster inside her as he grabs his cock through his pants. He adds a third finger, maintaining a quick and steady pace as he flicks his tongue repeatedly over her swollen clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, right there, please, don’t stop,” She chokes out a sob, pulling and tugging and grinding even harder against him. He hums against her, sucking and licking and fucking her harder, and he sees stars once she calls out his name in a mix of pleas and whines and everything he loves to hear as she drenches his entire face.

He pulls his mouth back with a soft gasp, eyes instantly drawn to where she’s currently squirting all over his chin. He watches in awe, sticking his tongue out, moaning at the taste of her, wanting nothing more than to lick up every last drop of what she’s giving him.

“Yeah, jagiya, just like that,” He smirks, his fingers still thrusting inside of her as he works her through it, “Mhm, yeah. You’re coming so hard for me. Making such a mess all over me. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

One last tug against his cock and he’s doing just that. The mix of her taste and the sounds she’s making and how swollen and puffy her clit is—it’s enough to send him completely over the edge, and he’s shooting his load all in his pants and underwear, groaning loudly as he throws his head back, mouth gaped open in pure bliss.

He curses lowly, his fingers slipping out of her with a lewd sound that only heightens to his orgasm. He’s coming and coming and coming, the only thing on his mind being Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

She whimpers his name out above him, her legs tense as she tries to close them, but he isn’t having any of that. He leans his mouth back in, lapping up every bit of her, marveling at the taste of her. Fuck, he can’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop. But he’s pretty sure he’s close to his thirty minutes of privacy being up, so he has to.

He groans in annoyance, resting his forehead against her inner thigh as he takes in a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He stays there for a few seconds before lifting his head up, trying to ignore the way her pussy is just begging for him to stuff it full with his cock. Now is not the time nor place for that, as much as it drives him crazy not to.

He pecks a quick kiss to her center before gently pulling her dress back down and crawling back out from underneath the table. He feels a little light-headed once he stands up to his full height, his knees and back throbbing a little from the uncomfortable position, but it was worth it. So fucking worth it.

“Are you okay?” He manages to pant out, seeing the dazed expression she has. Her eyes are glistening with tears, mascara running down her face, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath. He can feel his cock thickening in his pants once again but he can’t even be ashamed by that.

She glances down, probably noticing the giant wet patch and slight bulge that’s only growing by the second. No, she definitely notices, considering the way she’s practically undressing him with her eyes, and he finds himself reaching down to grab at his cock, wincing slightly as he very poorly adjusts himself in front of her.

Her eyes darken, and he’s about to ask the question again, when her voice stops him.

“Take me home, Hyunjin.”

He tries to blink through the slight haze he’s still in, a little confused at what she means by that. “Huh?”

She leans in, licking her lips as she trails her eyes all over him. She looks like she wants to devour him, and he’s more than happy to let her do whatever the fuck she wants with him.

“I said, take me home. If you don’t want me to fuck you with Ariana watching, then take. Me. Home.”

[papawolfchris]

≽^•⩊•^≼ Embrace your inner skzoo

[donotlookbackanymore]

[h-dw]

wolf boy

pairing: werewolf! bang chan x fem! reader

genre: werewolf hybrid au (?), fluff, slice of life, slight slight hurt/comfort

ss count: 4

tw: one mention of food

a.n. : i say im gonna post one thing and then i post smth else😭 dont take my word for anything😭 also tried out new genre lmk what you think should i make more hybrid smaus? p.s. the werewolf idea was inspired by the skzoos

© h-dw 2026 do not copy, edit, or translate my work in any form

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[xobangchan]

rachalog ep. 25: category: arms, shoulders, arms-

bonus: confused and amazed

[grungeham]

playing doubles.

summ: your prize for winning a beer pong game was getting shared by two frat boys upstairs. consider it one of the house privileges.

⋆ pairing: frat boy!chan x f!reader x frat boy!jisung ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: college au, threesome, rough sex, dom!chansung, pet names (baby, good/pretty girl), alcohol mention, kissing, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, oral fixation, fingering, tit play, nipple play, hair pulling, ass slaps, oral (m!receiving), cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex, semi-public sex ⋆ words: 2.8k

a/n: UGH. here i am with the most mouth-watering, toe-curling fic i’ve posted so far. idk what possessed me while writing this request, but i’m honestly grateful it did lol. yes, the jisung favoritism is still painfully obvious (my bad), but chan in this one??? insane. don’t know why i haven’t written him before. hope you enjoy those two men sharing you!!! >_<

the bass from downstairs rattled the cheap picture frames hanging on the hallway walls. the smell of cigarettes and cheap liquor was strong, making your head feel lighter. laughter echoed from every corner of the house.

but none of it held your attention for long because your eyes were fixed on han jisung. 

he stood across the beer pong table with that stupid, cocky smile you wanted to wipe off his face, lazily rolling the ping pong ball between his fingers while the crowd around you shouted over one another. 

the grin on his face only widened before he tossed you the ball with an easy flick of his wrist, leaning back against the wall behind him, completely relaxed.

“last cup, baby,” he called, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “you miss, you drink. make me proud and don’t miss your shot, jagi.”

his words were dripping with teasing flirtation, making you roll your eyes. even if the heat in your lower abdomen just kept building every time your eyes locked in his.

“you’re so annoying, hannie,” you teased, giggling at his offended expression. 

you glanced down at the ball, turning it between your fingers while focusing on the last red cup sitting alone at the opposite end of the table. 

and maybe it was the alcohol buzzing pleasantly through your system or the way jisung kept looking at you with that smug expression. either way, your thoughts felt hazy.

before taking the shot, your gaze drifted across the room, landing immediately on christopher. 

he was sprawled across one of the couches with a drink in his hand, surrounded by half the fraternity. one arm rested along the back of the couch, his legs spread comfortably, messy blond hair falling into his eyes. 

he’d been watching the entire game, his eyes never leaving you. he tilted his head slightly, that lazy smile on his face making your heart skip a beat. 

“watch this,” you mouthed, knowing he would read your lips.

without hesitating, your wrist snapped forward. the ball arced cleanly across the table before dropping straight into the center cup, beer splashing over the rim. 

the crowd roared behind you. one of your friends threw an arm around your shoulders before practically lifting you off the floor, laughing like you’d just won a championship instead of a stupid drinking game. 

before you could even catch your breath, jisung’s hand was wrapped gently around your wrist, pulling you out of the whole crowd. 

“c’mon, let’s get out of here,” he murmured, leaning close enough for only you to hear. “there’s less people upstairs.” 

you laughed, breathless. you knew damn well neither of you had any intention of talking. he intertwined his fingers with yours and started leading you toward the staircase before anyone could stop you. 

and right before disappearing into the hallway, you looked back, searching for christopher. as always, he was already looking at you with one eyebrow raised. 

you tipped your head toward the second floor, blinking with a flirtatious smirk on your face. the corner of his mouth lifted in that slow, knowing way that always made your knees feel loose. 

he barely nodded, letting you know that the message was received. 

the music faded with every step upstairs. the hallway felt strangely quiet compared to the chaos below, the music little more than a muffled thump beneath your feet. 

some doors were slightly open while others were locked, giving you a vague idea of what could be happening there. neither of you paid them much attention. 

with little grace, jisung pushed open the first empty room he found and slipped you inside after him. you kicked the door shut behind you, the loud slam echoing through the hallway. 

the second the door shut you were on him.

your mouths crashed, wet and urgent. jisung groaned into the kiss like he’d been starving for it all night, teeth catching your lower lip, sucking hard enough to sting, the sound vibrating against your tongue.

everything felt desperate, needy. his hands shoved under your top without ceremony, palms burning against your skin, sliding up your ribs until his thumbs pressed into the soft underside of your breasts.

“slow down, ji,” you mumbled against his mouth, a shaky smirk on your lips. your voice was already fading away, panting for air.

but he didn’t waste time.

jisung bent, palms sliding under your tights and lifting you like you weighed nothing. a small whimper slipped from your lips at the sudden movement, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back.

the thick, clothed line of his cock pressed hard against your cunt through his jeans, the pressure relentless. you began to feel impatient, your hands roaming along his back, scratching loosely.

your body hit the wall, the impact forcing a whimper from your throat. jisung rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, grinding the rigid length against you, gasping and groaning obscenities. the friction dragging low moans and whines out of you, your thighs trembling around him.

“fuck, you’re driving me crazy. been staring at you all night,” he muttered, biting the side of your neck hard enough to make you whine. “let’s do something about it, yeah?”

with a grin on his face, he carried you to the bed and dropped you onto the mattress. the springs squeaked under your weight, bouncing. you pushed up onto your elbows just in time to see him crawling over you, eyes dilated.

he yanked his shirt off and tossed it aside, careless. his hands were quickly at your top, dragging it up and off, gaze dropping to watch the way your tits moved with the motion.

he reached for your bra next, fingers hooking the straps and pulling them down your arms in one slow drag. with a smooth motion he unhooked the clasp, throwing your bra far, far away.

both of you were breathing hard. you reached for the back of his neck and dragged him down into another kiss, messy and deep. jisung groaned against your mouth, the sound raw.

“fuck this,” he panted. “come here, baby.”

his mouth was on your tits before you could catch your breath. your face scrunched when he sucked one of your nipples, his tongue flicking fast and erratic, teeth scraping just enough to make your back arch.

“you sound so pretty,” he said, voice muffled against your breast. “wanna hear more of it.”

his free hand squeezed the other breast, thumb rolling over the stiff peak while his hips ground down on your crotch, seeking more friction. you could easily feel how hard he was, the thick ridge of him dragging against your cunt through too many annoying layers.

“ji- shit… please, s-slow down,” you breathed, finger twisting into his hair. your voice sounded broken, eyes blurred.

he left your breast with a short pop, leaving a deep, fast kiss on your lips before switching sides, sucking even harder. the wet sounds his mouth filled the small room.

you moaned loudly, biting your lower lip when you felt his free hand slide down your stomach, popping the button on your shorts and shoving inside. he dragged two fingers above your soaked panties, the warmth sending a sick thrill through him.

“mmmh- stop teasing,” you begged, your wet eyes looking at his.

“y’know your wish is my command, baby.”

he shoved his hand inside your panties right away, finding you already slick when he dragged his fingers through your folds. the amusement and arousal painted across his face.

it was too much, he couldn’t hold back any longer. 

he bit his lip before pushing two fingers in without warning. you moaned and whimpered loudly, hips jerking up to meet his fast paced thrusts.

jisung cupped one of your tits in his hand, pinching and rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. his cock throbbing inside his pants, screaming for attention.

“already this wet? we’ve barely started,” he teased, a pout on his lips. he pumped his fingers faster, curling them on every pull. “chris’s gonna lose his fucking mind when he feels this.”

and like you had summoned him, the door clicked open.

unbothered, jisung looked over his shoulder. that wide heart-shaped smile growing on his face when he found christopher closing the door behind him with deliberate calm, leaning back against it. your cunt clenched around jisung’s fingers, expectantly.

christopher’s eyes traveled over the scene: your bare chest, jisung’s fingers still buried inside you, the small tears threatening to roll down your cheeks any minute now. he smirked slowly, hungry.

“started without me,” he noticed, tilting his head. his eyes fixed on you.

you lifted your head, voice hoarse. “thought you’d never get here...”

his smile sharpened at your words. he pushed off the door and crossed the room quickly. his hand found jisung’s shoulder, squeezing once, firm, before sliding down to cup your face, squeezing your cheeks.

“missed you too, baby,” he left a peck on your swollen lips.

jisung pulled his fingers free with a wet sound, sitting back on his heels with his chest heaving. a satisfied grin on his shiny, wet lips. both of you looked at christopher when he stripped his own shirt off, revealing his toned chest.

he approached the bed with a couple strides, immediately reaching for your shorts, yanking them down your legs along with your panties in one smooth, fast motion.

jisung drooled at the view of your naked body, his hand caressing his crotch, feeling the sick urgency of being buried inside you. 

“want you on your knees. now,” his tone left no room for argument.

you slid off the bed eagerly, obedient. christopher sat on the edge of the mattress, legs spread. he tugged you between his open legs, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock with ease.

it was already hard, thick, and flushed, the head glistening. you felt your mouth watering at the obscene sight. he wrapped a hand around the base, jerking it lazily with a smile on his face, his eyes never leaving yours.

his hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, tapping the tip of his cock against your lower lip teasingly. your cheeks flushed violently at the shameless action.

“open your mouth, pretty girl,” he demanded, his fingers tangling in your hair. “want you to take it all.”

and you did without hesitation, desperate for the feeling of him fucking your mouth until your brain melts.

your eyes sparkled with excitement when his cock slid slowly inside, letting you feel every inch until the head nudged the back of your throat. the full feeling lit you on fire, the heat on your lower abdomen bursting.

“there you go,” he cooed, his thumb stroking your cheek. “just like that, good job.”

you watched him nod to jisung, who was almost in a trance watching the scene developing in front of him.

you could hear him unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans behind you, his warm hands brushing along your back until his fingers dug down on your hips, possessive.

a sharp inhale left you when he dragged you backwards until your ass was pressed against his dick. his hands caressed your thighs, pushing them apart gently, barely holding himself together when he saw your entrance willing for him and only him.

“gonna fuck you while you suck him,” jisung purred, voice bright and filthy. “ready for that, pretty girl?”

a small nod was all he needed. you sobbed aggressively when jisung’s blunt head nudged your soaked, slippery hole. losing your mind every time his free hand squeezed your ass, licking his lower lip.

jisung sank deeper, thrusting in hard until he felt the flushed head of his cock poking your cervix harshly. the stretch punched a moan out of you that vibrated around christopher’s length, making him hiss with pleasure.

“god… look at you. bet you’re dying for me to come in your mouth,” christopher hummed, smiling smugly. his grip on your hair tighter.

you nodded too quickly, too desperately. hollowing your cheeks, you shoved forward onto his cock, not stopping until your nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base. he petted your hair delicately, gripping your hair hard to guide your head in short, deep, controlled thrusts that matched jisung’s pace.

his hips stuttered, your gagging noises arousing him even more. the warm, slick feeling of your mouth sucking his length so eagerly dragging groans and whines out of him. he wouldn’t last any longer if you kept doing it this good.

“y-yeah, eyes on me, pretty girl,” he panted, biting his lower lip, frowning. “wanna see your cute face when i come in your mouth.”

your eyes were pinned on his aroused expression, fighting the urge to roll them back with every stimulus both of them gave you.

some tears started to fall down your cheeks when his thrusts began quicker, chasing his own orgasm now.

his hand gripped on the bedsheets under him, shutting his eyes tight when he started spilling into your mouth. hot pulses hit the back of your throat, making you choke with the big load that was sliding down it.

“shit- wanna see you swallow it,” he whined, releasing the grip on your hair slowly and pulling out his dick with a soft pop.

you did it, swallowing all of it with effort until there was nothing left. you opened your mouth shakily, peeking your tongue out for him. and christopher could just come right there just from that obscene image of you.

and even when you started panting for air, jisung didn’t let you catch a break at all.

the slow thrusts he maintained for a while started to grow a brutal pace, hips slapping against your ass, making it recoil. his smirk growing at the wet sound of your cunt taking him loud and obscene.

“mmh- so tight. made for my dick,” he panted, slapping your ass twice, making you cry loudly. “you must like being used like this, huh?” his voice was lewd, nasty. “our little frat house toy.”

his words hit somewhere deep and hot inside you, making your cunt clench around his cock even tighter. he reached around to rub your clit in tight circles, his fingers were relentless, slick with your arousal. the sensation of his cock pounding into you quickly unraveling you.

christopher caressed your face, shoving his thumb inside your parted mouth. your eyes darted at him, half-lidded.

“look at you, dripping down his cock already,” he mocked, drinking in every inch of your face.

“oh shit- you’re milking me so fucking hard,” jisung huffed, giggling breathless at your broken, incoherent moans. “be good and come for me, baby.”

your eyes rolled back when his pace became even wilder, messier. it was almost animalistic, making you whimper with each deep, erratic thrust. 

“it’s- s’too much, jisung…” you cried, your face scrunched, drooling over christopher’s fingers. “fuck, feel so full… mmh- so, so c-close...”

his free hand slid up your spine and fisted in your hair, pulling your head back further until your throat was exposed. he leaned in, leaving some open-mouthed kisses and sucking your skin before his teeth scraped the shell of your ear.

your legs went numb when your orgasm hit sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a broken sound tearing out of your abused, sore throat. your whole body was shaking, your hands closed into fists while your head dropped down, shut your wet eyes close.

and jisung fucked you through it, his pace never faltering, until your cunt stopped fluttering around him. his hands brushing your back, soothing you until you came back from your high.

“oh shit-” his legs jerked, hips chasing you. “gonna cum inside you, fuck- you’re milking me…” he babbled, whispering low on your ear.

his whole body was shaking, overstimulated, his only thought being the feeling of your pussy gripping him desperately, completely soaked. his hands went to your tits, squeezing them and using them as support.

his cock twitched helplessly inside you, pulsing as he spilled deep inside you. his fingers dug into your breasts hard enough to leave red marks on them. it was messy, you could feel it leaking down your thighs already.

“you did a good job,” christopher praised, his voice warm, soothing. “shower’s down the hall. we’ll clean you up.”

jisung pressed a kiss on your cheek, way softer now, while pulling out of you gently. a wicked smile across his face when he saw the mess he created between your legs. he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, sighing loudly.

“then… we can go home and do whatever you want,” he blinked, sticking his tongue out a little, teasing.

you laughed, hoarse, and let them pull you upright between them after getting dressed up again. christopher’s arm stayed around your waist while jisung’s fingers laced through yours.

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[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.

it works. the whole casual disdain thing keeps everything simple. boundaries unblurred. no feelings, no slipping— just sex.

until you’re alone. until the door closes and he pushes you up against it, and it’s like all that mutual irritation boils over into something raw and unfiltered.

and you hate that you’re thinking about that very thing right now, awkwardly perched on your couch at midnight, scrolling through socials and trying not to think about how everyone’s group chat plans for the weekend ended hours ago, leaving you bored as hell and way too aware of who you could text to fix it.

annoyingly, your pussy always betrays you first.

- - -

you sigh and glance at his contact.

your thumbs hover over the keyboard for all of ten seconds before your libido wins out:

you: you up? [1:11 am]

his reply buzzes in near instantly, which only confirms that he’s as irritatingly predictable as you figured.

chan: thought you hated me? [1:12 am]

you: i do

you: don’t mean your dick tho [1:13 am]

chan: lol. sure. i’ll be over in 15

chan: don’t act shy when you’re begging later, yeah? [1:14 am]

your reply is flipping him off in spirit. but you don’t send it. instead, you toss your phone onto the couch and head to check your reflection.

- - -

chan doesn’t bother knocking anymore. the first time he did, you yanked open the door and told him to keep it the fuck down before a neighbor saw him. ever since, he just shoots you a text when he’s two minutes out— his way of barely complying with your demands.

so when the door creaks open and you hear the heavy sigh of his exhale and the shuffle of his sneakers slipping off, you don’t bother looking up from where you’re sitting on the armrest of the couch, legs crossed.

“took you long enough,” you say in a bored tone, your eyes scanning him briefly. his loose gray hoodie hangs a little too perfectly off his shoulders, the fabric slung low enough to expose his collarbones just slightly, and his sweats hug him dangerously low on the hips. he looks too good, and you hate him for it.

“you texted me, sweetheart,” he replies nonchalantly, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s not like i planned this.”

you scoff. “yeah, keep telling yourself that. pretty sure i could’ve offered to meet you in a dumpster and you still would’ve shown up.”

chan laughs at that, shaking his head as he steps closer, towering over where you’re seated. “such a brat,” he mutters, his tone carrying just a faint edge.

“big words for someone who practically just sprinted here because he wanted to fuck me so bad,” you say, standing up slowly to match his energy.

his jaw ticks slightly, a small smirk turns up the corner of his lips. “nah, you might want to double-check. you’re the one who texted me.”

your nails brush over the front of his hoodie as you lean in, mock sweet. “and you still showed up, didn’t you?”

his dark brown eyes flash. “you’ve got one hell of a mouth on you, y/n. gonna do something about it tonight?”

you laugh, shoving lightly at his chest. “gonna cry if i don’t?” you sneer.

his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist before you can pull back, yanking you flush against him. the sudden movement makes your stomach flip, and his cocky grin only grows wider at the way you falter for all of half a second before regaining your composure.

“nah,” he hums lowly. “but you will.”

your eyes narrow at the bold claim, irritation bubbling faintly in your chest as his condescending tone makes your thighs clench.

“all talk, chris,” you snap back.

“you sure about that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, pressing your wrist back gently enough to pin you against the edge of the couch, your lower back bumping against the armrest.

“yeah,” you say defiantly, even as you feel the burn of smug satisfaction sizzle beneath your skin.

his smirk tightens further.

“guess i’ll have to shut you up, then.”

- - -

you hadn’t planned to fold so fast— you always make him work for it, finding at least three more ways to drag out the inevitable just to see him get impatient.

but he’s strong. so much stronger than you’ll ever admit to him, and it’s hard to stay cocky when his hands are skimming your thighs, lifting you onto the couch with ease and forcing your legs apart with unrelenting patience.

“all this attitude, but you’re already dripping all over me,” chan teases lowly, his palm brushing roughly against the damp patch clinging to your panties. you squirm, fire licking every inch of your body as his fingers press more firmly against your core, the friction making your head spin.

“fuck off,” you snap, still stubborn despite how much your body’s trembling under his touch.

he laughs, deep and low, with this devastating rasp that makes you see red. “nah, baby. you need to be fucked,” he taunts, his thumb circling your puffy clit now, his free hand pinning your hips down to keep you from jerking away.

you bite your lip, refusing to make a sound even when molten heat shoots through you at his precision, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

but chan sees right through you.

“what’s wrong, princess?” he coos mockingly, his lips inching closer to yours. “too stubborn to beg for what you want?” his thumb presses down harder, rubbing insistently as your hips jerk into his hand.

the teasing is too much now, his cocky tone fanning the flames in your stomach until there’s no escape.

“fuck you, chris,” you finally spit out, grinding against his hand, but the words are a little breathless now and less convincing.

his lips slam into yours before you can fight back, the kiss rough and heated, his teeth dragging against your bottom lip before biting down gently and pulling back.

“fine. i’ll fuck you any way you want, baby- but keep acting like a brat, and don’t be surprised when you get treated like one,” chan growls, snapping your panties to the side to drag his cock through your soaked folds.

your breath catches, something sharp twisting through your chest as his tip glides over your clit, every nerve ending firing all at once.

“you’re fucking insufferable,” you mutter, even as you’re spreading your legs wider for him.

“you love it,” he says smugly, and you’d snap back if he didn’t suddenly drive his cock into you so roughly you choke on your own gasp of pure pleasure.

your head tilts back against the cushion, every inch of his thick cock dragging through your walls slowly, deliberately stretching you out in that way that never fails to knock the breath out of you.

“shiiiit, princess- you always feel so good,” chan groans low in his chest, his fingers bruising against your thighs as he holds them apart.

all talk, you think— or you try to think— right before he pulls out completely and slams his hips back into yours with enough force to make your body jolt, a broken moan spilling from your mouth before you can bite it back.

“what’s that? not so mouthy now, are you?” his words are sharp, teasing, filthy. you claw for some semblance of control, but it’s ripped away everytime his cock drives against your g-spot, hitting so deep it’s got you squirming and gasping just to keep up.

and by the time his hand snakes to your throat, squeezing gently just to quiet the cries spilling from your lips, he’s already got you exactly where he wants you.

ik some ppl don’t like when others write chan as mean or an asshole but i gen don’t care bc this is #fiction and i also have free will so >.< (also um, thanks for 200 alrdy ?? very cool, thank u random horny strangers)

[divorcearchive]

[straykidsfein143]

₊𖥔 Texting them "I miss you" ! ۪ ׄ໑୧ ׅ𖥔ׄ

˚⊹skz ot8 (separate) x gn!reader smau⊹˚

ss count: 8

Contains: fluff ☁️, established relationship, comfort, domestic, cuddles, clingy reader, soft skz, wholesome, texting au, late-night texts, affectionate, comfort romance (lmk if i missed anything!)

masterlist! ⋆˚꩜｡

──⋆୨ʚ🐺🐰🐷🥟🐿🐥🐶🦊ɞ୧⋆ ──

Chan₊˚⊹ᰔ

Minho₊˚⊹ᰔ

Changbin₊˚⊹ᰔ

Hyunjin₊˚⊹ᰔ

Jisung₊˚⊹ᰔ

Felix₊˚⊹ᰔ

Seungmin₊˚⊹ᰔ

Jeongin₊˚⊹ᰔ

a/n: hi guyssss, it's been a hot minute since I posted and I decided on trying to write an smau which I really enjoyed doing! I dont know what I'll decide on doing with my other fic (the things we never say) yet bc I'm a slow writer💔 but I'll try my best to put out more content! 🥹❤️‍🩹

Taglist: @shinygubbins @whoschanandwhydoyallwannabanghim

[unanuvola]

STRAY KIDS • "THIS&THAT" TEASER IMAGES

[joyracha]

it started out with a kiss

you meet by chance at a baseball game, so he asks you to be his plus one for a wedding. the catch? pretending to be his girlfriend for a whole weekend. what happens when you actually start to like him?

pairing: seungmin x fem!reader genre: fluff, smut content: ft. mina and sana from twice, fake dating, one bed, kissing after a couple drinks, drama! but not that much, explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, happy ending word count: 5.2k a/n: this is my last fic for the event and i’m kinda sad it’s almost over!! thank you for all the love and support from the past month, we’ve really appreciated it! absolutely not proofread <3 ♡ m.list

a wet hot skz summer event masterlist ☼ schedule

The stadium is sweltering hot, the crowd is screeching between innings, and if one more guy spills beer on you, you might actually lose it. You usually love baseball games, and have so much fun shouting for your favorite team and eyeballing the hot players in their tight pants. Usually.

Maybe you just haven’t had enough to drink. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be having fun with your friends, leaning into them and whispering about the game, or more commonly, the players you have a massive crush on.

Or maybe you’re sitting there thinking about your date from last night, the guy who talked way too much and didn’t ask a single question about you. You didn’t even want to go, he was a friend of a friend, and you owed her a favor, and he was kind of cute, so you figured, why not? Big mistake.

You haven’t sworn off dating, but your recent string of bad dates has become particularly exhausting. You love your friends, but there’s a part of you that wants to go to these games with somebody else. A partner. Preferably in a romantic capacity. 

There’s a group of guys on the right of you, and Mina keeps leaning forward, trying to make jokes with them. They laugh and joke back, and you try your best to laugh and play along. You catch a few of their faces when you glance over, and Jesus fuck, they’re all good-looking.

Your friends are on the other side of you, definitely drunk, and having the time of their lives. You resort to actually watching the game, trying to focus on something to drown out the chaos around you. A batter on the other team strikes out, so terribly that you almost feel bad for them.

“Ouch…that’s embarrassing," you mutter under your breath.

“It’s one strikeout,” a voice from next to you says, almost annoyed. “There’s plenty of game left to play.”

You whip your head to see the man sitting next to you, smirking as he sips his beer. There’s a Giants hat on his head, which makes you laugh. They’re losing pretty badly right now.

“Giants fan?” you ask, as if it isn’t obvious.

“I take it you’re not,” he observes.

“I don’t really have a favorite,” you say honestly. “But there’s at least 5 more teams I’d pick before the Giants.”

He scoffs at that, but you catch a faint hint of a smile as he turns back to watch the game. He’s really, really handsome. You turn to your friends to hide your smile as you sip your drink. 

You make snide comments as the game goes on, and he dishes them right back at you. One of the players on your team drops a ball, and you let out a groan.

“That’s your guy?” the man whispers next to you. 

“Hush,” you say back, because it’s the only thing you can think of without making prolonged eye contact and stuttering over your words. You try to hide your smirk but can’t deny the flirty edge that the conversation has. 

You’re only half listening to Sana drone on about how she hates her new boss when the giant screen above you flashes pink. Bold words appear on screen.

KISS CAM.

The camera bounces around from couple to couple, a series of cheers echoing throughout the crowd. Sometimes it’s cute, like when the people on screen are obviously dating, but half the time it looks so awkward when random strangers pucker up just because of a little attention from the camera.

It takes a second to register when your face pops up on the screen.

Your face. And the man next to you. The man you met today, the man whose name you don’t even know.

“Do it!” you hear your friends laughing beside you, egging you on.

You turn and see his friends doing the same, patting him on the back and hollering at him. You make eye contact with him and can’t help but laugh. 

You give him a shrug. “Why not?” you say. It’s harmless. Plus, he’s stupid hot, and you’d be dumb to turn down a kiss from a hot stranger, even if it is in front of thousands of people.

“Ah, what the hell.” He sighs, smiling, and leans forward.

Your lips connect, and you hear the crowd erupt around you. You feel the sound vibrate through your seat more than you can hear it. His lips are so warm and soft, and everything fades away for a moment. It’s tender, surprisingly so. 

You break the kiss first after a few seconds. Four seconds? Or ten? You lost count, honestly. You pull back in time to see his eyes flutter open. He smiles at you, warm and genuine. God, he is really handsome.

The crackle of the announcer over the loudspeakers catches your attention, and you remember where you are all at once. You feel your chest tighten, suddenly very aware of what had just transpired.

“I’m Seungmin,” he says, and you snap out of the panic you were about to enter. 

You introduce yourself. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“That’s one hell of an icebreaker,” he jokes. You both laugh, turning your eyes towards the field before the embarrassment sets in again.

You find it increasingly hard to keep your eyes off Seungmin as the game continues. He bumps your elbow every time he leaps out of his seat to cheer on his team, and you have to pretend you don’t notice. You smell his cologne when he leans in too close to make a snide comment, and you have to roll your eyes to avoid making eye contact with him. Trying to act cool, like he doesn’t do anything to you, is pure torture.

The game ends 6-5. You didn’t pay too much attention to the score, just enough to tease Seungmin when the Giants slipped behind. It didn’t matter though, they ended up pulling through and winning tonight.

“I never doubted them for a second,” he says smugly.

“You probably should have,” you say back, laughing.

Your friends get up to leave, and you turn to follow them, collecting your empty drink cup as you walk out. Just then, you feel a tug on your wrist.

“Wait! Uh…can I get your number?” Seungmin asks, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Your eyes light up as you look back at him and nod. The two of you exchange numbers, ignoring the way both of your friend groups snicker and tease behind you, before going your separate ways. 

The whole walk back to the train, your friends talk about the day, their plans, and their lives, but you’re not really listening. It’s hard to when your mind is full of the handsome stranger you’d just met minutes ago. And you especially can’t stop thinking about the kiss.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Mina says, nudging your shoulder. 

You shrug your shoulders and turn to stare out the window. “Just tired. We had a long day.”

She doesn’t buy it, leaning closer into your space to get a better look at your face.

“Are you thinking about the Giants guy?” she says, definitely teasing you. You shoot her a glare and roll your eyes, but you feel your face grow warm and hope it doesn’t show.

You get home, you shower, eat some leftover pasta that’s been marinating in your fridge, and collapse into bed. By this point, you’ve mostly convinced yourself that today was a one-off. A funny story to bring up at dinner. “Remember that one time…” your friends will say. That’s just what happens. You meet someone fun at an event, and then life takes over.

But as soon as your head hits the pillow, your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

Unknown: giants won btw. in case you needed a reminder.

You roll your eyes before saving the contact and typing a reply, smiling to yourself like an idiot.

You: a whole text JUST to brag? Seungmin: just making sure you knew Y: I was THERE S: yeah but did you watch or were you distracted Y: no idea what you’re talking about S: mhm… Y: congrats on the win, don’t let it get to your head!

You find yourself checking your phone more than you’d like to admit over the next few days. Your heart skips a beat every time you get a notification on your phone. Sometimes, he says good morning and asks about your day. Sometimes he just sends a dumb meme with absolutely no context. Or provides commentary for whatever game is on that night. 

Today’s message from him starts differently than usual.

Seungmin: hypothetically You: hypothetically… S: if I needed a date for a wedding Y: okay… S: would you go with me? Y: what’s in it for me? S: you get to feel REALLY GOOD about yourself for doing a favor for little old me S: and a free trip to Jeju…

Your eyes go wide at that.

Y: it’s in JEJU!? S: yeah my cousin’s loaded or something Y: hypothetically it would be a yes S: okay great! S: another hypothetical… Y: mhm S: ….i told my mom i was bringing my girlfriend? Y: you have a girlfriend? S: NO no no i don’t have a girlfriend, that’s the problem Y: i see… S: so uh would you also hypothetically pretend to be my girlfriend? Y: you can’t tell your mom you were lying? S: it’s…complicated. i’d rather not be lectured or have her try and set me up with all of the bridesmaids

You’d also prefer that, but you don’t mention it.

Y: hmm…hypothetically one weekend wouldn’t kill me S: oh my god you’re a lifesaver Y: hypothetically? S: super not hypothetically. very realistically actually Y: okay fine. when is it? S: next weekend Y: you’re good at planning things S: please? Y: if i say yes too fast does it make me look like a loser for not having any plans already S: if you say yes too fast it makes you look like an absolute saint for saving my ass Y: would you look at that! i’m free

You close your eyes, excited for the upcoming weekend. But not too excited. That would be too obvious.

The airport is crowded and much too noisy for this early in the morning. Seungmin finds you easily, waving you down by the check-in counters. He’s taller than you remembered, cleaned up nicely, but definitely sleepy.

“Hi, stranger,” you say as you walk up to him. He greets you with a sleepy smile, and you notice how cute he looks bundled up in a hoodie and his tousled hair.

“Ready to lie to my whole family?” he says, laughing, like he can’t believe he’s about to do exactly that.

To be honest, you’re not sure. You hardly know this man, but if there’s a chance you continue seeing him, the last thing you want to do is put on a false persona or lie about your guys’ history.

By the time you settled into your seats, Seungmin insisted on getting the window seat, and you had a couple of hours to get your story straight.

“How long have we been dating?” you ask as the plane steadies after takeoff. 

“Sorry?”

“In your hypothetical world that you told your family about. How long have we been together? Where did we meet? We need to get our story straight!”

“Ahh okay. So, we’ve been together four months.”

“Specific, believable, I like it. How did we meet?”

“The truth. Baseball game kiss cam. I literally couldn’t make it up if I tried,” he laughs.

“Okay, fair.”

You talk about his family and what to expect for the rest of the flight. Every family has its drama, quirky relatives, and secrets. The flight wasn’t long enough to cover everything, but you feel confident you know who to avoid and who’s safe to talk to.

The plane lands, and you find yourself hoping they like you. Hoping that after all this, Seungmin still likes you too.

The hotel is massive, spewing bright neutral colors and modern accents. You’re still marveling at the lobby, looking at the ginormous chandelier above you, when Seungmin waves a keycard in front of your face.

“C’mon, I want to shower before dinner.”

And the room is just as nice as the lobby. It’s large, with a balcony facing the ocean attached. You’re high up enough where the noise from the street won’t bother you when you try to sleep, which you’re grateful for. The giant king bed sits in the center, surrounded by beautiful artwork.

Giant king bed.

One bed. Singular.

You set your stuff down, frowning at the arrangement. “It’s a little soon to share a bed, don’t you think?” You try to come off as playful, but your heart is beating faster at the thought of sleeping next to a man you hardly know.

“I know, I’m sorry. I should’ve mentioned that.” His apology is sincere, and you can tell this weekend is already stressing him out.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m just joking. I guess they wouldn’t really have believed us if you asked for separate rooms anyway, right?”

He relaxes his shoulders at your comment, nodding in agreement and putting down his stuff. He disappears into the bathroom, and you take the time to flop down onto the bed.

Everything’s going to be fine. People share beds all the time. Sana has slept in your bed more times than you can count after a night out, and you’re perfectly fine with her crowding your space or snoring in your ear.

You’re still thinking about a thousand different ways this weekend could go wrong when Seungmin comes out of the bathroom, showered and dressed. 

“We have a couple of hours to kill. Wanna go for a walk?”

And so you slip your shoes back on and head back down to the lobby.

The fresh air feels nice and warm with a hint of sea salt. The two of you make your way down to the beach and start to walk along the shoreline. Seungmin kicks off his shoes and rolls up his pantlegs before heading closer to the water.

You follow suit, slipping off your sandals and skipping towards the water. You flick a bit of water up with your toes, and it lands on him.

“Hey!” he shouts, laughing, flicking it back at you. You squeal and run, holding your pants up to keep from dragging them through the water.

The wet sand sticks to your feet as you pretend to run, only getting a couple of yards away before two arms wrap around you to stop you in your tracks. Your shrieks turn into laughter as you twist in his grip, trying to get away. Your feet kick in the air as he lifts you a couple of inches off the ground. 

“Put me down!” you cry out. He carries you a couple of steps before putting you down. You playfully push him, both of you still laughing. You notice the wrinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and your heart swells with joy. Just joking around like this just feels so comfortable with him. 

The two of you keep walking down the beach, commenting on the beautiful view or the temperature of the water.

“Thank you for coming,” he says after a while. “I know it’s weird and we barely know each other and—”

“Seungmin.”

“Uh…yeah?”

“Hush. I’m having fun.”

He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets and keeps walking, and you watch his worried face disappear into a smile.

The sun starts to set before he suggests you head back to change into clothes for dinner. You agree, and he loosely wraps his arm around you as you walk back to the hotel.

The rehearsal dinner is held in a banquet room just off the hotel’s main lobby. The room is draped in white fabric and well lit, the kind of setup that would cost at least three or four times your rent. You hardly have any time to admire it before you’re shuffled through conversations, meeting Seungmin’s relatives.

“This is my girlfriend,” he says about a dozen times before you have to remind yourself that that’s not actually true. You feel your heart flutter every time a relative comments on how cute the two of you are, though.

His aunt whispers something in his ear that makes his ears go red. His uncle tries to get the two of you to take shots with him before Seungmin eventually whisks you away from the conversation.

There are a few toasts, most of which drone on forever, with Seungmin fidgeting in his seat. You want to ask if he’s okay, but you have a feeling that he isn’t up to talking about whatever family-related issues are causing his stress.

“Almost done, I promise,” he says low in your ear as he guides you to what you’re hoping is the last group of people.

There’s a woman in a long white dress, not quite a wedding dress, standing at the front of the room towards the podium, accompanied by a tall man in a suit. You’re guessing the bride and groom.

“Seungmin!” The bride says warmly. “I’m so glad you came!”

“Hi, Yuri. Congratulations.” His voice is flatter than you’ve ever heard it before.

“Cousin!” his cousin exclaims as he pats him on the back. Seungmin introduces him as Jiho, his mother’s sister’s son.

“You must be the girlfriend! I’ve heard about you,” Yuri says. She flicks her eyes up and down, as if she’s assessing you. You’ve gotten it from most of his family members, but she’s been the most obvious one to do it tonight. Probably bride confidence, or one too many glasses of champagne.

“All good things, I hope,” you say, sipping on your glass of wine.

“We’ll let you get back to it,” Seungmin says quickly, leaving you almost no time to wish them a good evening before he guides you out of the room and to the elevators.

“Are you okay?” you ask. He’s noticeably stiffer, adjusting his clothes like they’re too uncomfortable now.

He makes eye contact with you and seems to realize that he’s sending a million different distress signals. “I’m fine, sorry. It’s just family stuff.”

You nod your head in understanding, not wanting to push it further. The elevator dings and you step into it, feeling the warmth of his hand on the small of your back.

“Do you think they suspected anything?” you ask as he unlocks the door to your room, trying to be lighthearted.

“Never, you did perfect,” he says, with a genuine smile you haven’t seen since earlier on the beach.

You sit on the bed, letting Seungmin use the bathroom to shower and change into pajamas first. This is possibly the strangest first date you’ve ever been on, if you can even call it that. You text your friends back, updating them on the day, and lock your phone before they can barrage you with questions you don’t feel like answering.

“All yours,” he says, stepping out of the steamy bathroom. He’s drying his damp hair with a towel, fully in his pjs, but he looks so handsome like this. You stop yourself from staring too hard before you take your turn getting unready from the day.

By the time you come out of the bathroom, Seungmin’s not in the room. You notice the balcony door is slightly open and see a figure standing outside, leaning against the rail. You slide the glass door open and join him outside.

“All good out here?” you ask.

“Yeah, just…thinking.”

“About?”

“I’m really glad you came with me.” He turns to look at you, sincerity written all over his face. He gently grabs your arm and pulls you in for a hug.

He smells so nice. You get a whiff of his shampoo mixed with his laundry detergent, but then catch something else underneath it all. It’s just Seungmin. A man you hardly know who has managed to weave his way through your every thought in just a few weeks.

You pull back a moment, offering a smile, and he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. Your pulse quickens, the way it always does when he looks at you like that. 

“Can I…?” he starts, tipping his head down slightly, and you know what he’s asking.

You answer by closing the gap yourself.

It’s soft, much softer than the first. There’s no crowd counting down, no friends drunkenly cheering you on–just you and Seungmin, under the moonlight in a quiet moment. He wraps one arm around you to pull you tight against him, and you snake your hands around his neck to ground yourself. The ocean’s waves crash in the background faintly, and you feel the nerves from before fall away. It’s more comfortable than you were expecting, not that you were expecting anything.

When he finally pulls back, he keeps his forehead against yours. If he loosens his grip on you, you might fall over. You hope he doesn’t.

“Ready to lie to more people tomorrow?” he laughs sheepishly.

You laugh, kissing him again in response. If there’s something still unsaid between you, it can wait until tomorrow.

The morning is a bit of a blur. You get dressed and make your way over to the venue, a beautiful building that seems like it was made just for weddings. Seungmin is antsy the whole time, holding your hand through it all like letting go would mean certain death. The ceremony is beautiful, and you sit right beside him through it all. It’s been a lovely weekend being a plus one at a wedding for people you just met yesterday.

At the reception, you’re standing near the edge of the dance floor waiting for Seungmin to come back from the bar when Yuri comes over to you.

“Hi!” she says brightly.

“Congratulations again,” you say. “The ceremony was beautiful.” “Thank you so much.” She glances around, maybe looking for someone. “It must be so weird for you to be here.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” you shrug. “I don’t know many people, but Seungmin’s been the best at introducing me to everyone.”

She takes a sip of her champagne. “You’re brave for showing up to your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s wedding. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it.”

Her voice replays in your head. Your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend's wedding.

Your head tilts sideways, and your heart sinks to the floor. Maybe you misunderstood her. “Sorry, what?”

Yuri’s face flickers with surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry. He must not have told you…”

Your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your ass. You excuse yourself, setting your glass on the nearest surface and high-tailing it out of there. You pass the bar on the way and catch Seungmin’s surprised face when you don’t stop.

The elevator doors close, and you realize how fast your heart is beating. Who cares if the bride is his ex-girlfriend? You certainly don’t have room to be jealous, he isn’t actually yours to be jealous over. Still, it would have been nice to get a heads-up.

You throw your shoes off when you get into the room and head straight for the balcony. Your stomach starts brewing something nasty, and you feel like you might throw up if you don’t get your breathing under control soon. The breeze feels nice against your face, and the ocean serves as calming white noise as you take deep breaths.

The balcony door opens behind you, and you hear slow footsteps behind you. You don’t turn around.

“You could have told me,” you say, trying not to cry.

“I know,” Seungmin says as he approaches the railing next to you. “I’m sorry.”

“Why? Why are you even here?”

“I’m here for my cousin, and my mother would have thrown a fit if I didn’t come.” You scoff. “But still, I should have told you. I just didn’t know how.”

You stay silent for a moment. “I get why you didn’t.” The words surprise you as they come out of your mouth. But it’s the truth. You do get it. “It still would’ve been nice to know.” “That’s fair. I really am sorry.”

You both fall quiet for a moment before you break the silence again. “She’s marrying your cousin?”

He laughs for a moment and nods his head. “Yeah. Like I said, family drama.”

“I’m really sorry, that’s a lot to handle.”

“It’s fine. It was years ago. We dated in college, they got together after we broke up. I’m pretty sure there was some overlap, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Do you…,” you start to ask a question, but hesitate. You’re not afraid of the answer, per se. You’re afraid of the insecure girl bottled up deep inside, afraid that revealing her means showing your true feelings. Leaving everything out in the open, vulnerable. 

“Do you still love her?”

“No.” He answers quickly and without hesitation. It eases the butterflies in your stomach, but now he knows. He knows that you’d been thinking about it, that you care. 

You nod slowly, accepting his answer. He takes a step closer, grabbing a hold of your hand as it dangles by your side. The air on the balcony shifts as he takes a step closer, dragging his hand up your arm before resting it on your cheek.

“Let me show you.” It’s a request that you gladly accept with a nod as he leans in to kiss you. It’s gentle yet passionate, showing you he means what he says. 

He walks you backwards back into the hotel room, sliding the glass door behind you as he guides you back into the room. The lamp lights are on, and your shawl and heels are kicked to the corner as you try not to trip on them. The fan humming does little to mask the noise of your heavy breathing between kisses.

Seungmin’s hands are everywhere. Cupping your face, sliding down your neck, gripping your waist, making good on his word. He kisses you deeper, tongue sliding against yours as he backs you further into the room.

He guides you down gently on the bed, and you can feel how hard he is through his dress pants. It makes the heat between your thighs grow, your mind suddenly filled with nothing but want. He snakes a hand behind you to unzip your dress and pull it down.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he says, kissing down your body. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

You’re left in your lace bra and panties, and his mouth comes down hot against your body as he leaves open-mouthed kisses all the way down. His hands cup your breasts, and you let out a moan when his thumbs brush against your nipples.

“Seungmin, please,” you breathe out as you pull him closer.

He unhooks your bra and drops it to the floor. His mouth closes around your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue around it. You tug at his hair in response, basking in the feeling.

Your hands fight with his shirt buttons as he crawls back up your body to kiss you again. He takes off his dress shirt and peels off his undershirt, exposing his lean torso. He looks so hot all disheveled like this.

You reach for his pants next. “Off,” you demand. He sheds the rest of his clothes quickly, cock springing free. It’s hard and bright red, already glistening at the tip. You reach down between you to give him a couple of strokes, and he lets out a deep moan at your touch.

He hooks his fingers into your panties and rips them off next, grabbing at your thighs to spread them wide. You’re soaked, you can feel it. He stares in awe.

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters before situating himself between your thighs.

He places a kiss on your inner thigh before dipping between your folds, licking at your entrance. He works his way around your sopping cunt, and you feel the heat in your belly grow.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moan as he moves to pay attention to your clit.

He hums against you in response, sending shockwaves through your whole body. He finds a rhythm that makes your head spin and your muscles tighten as you head barreling towards your peak.

“I’m gonna—fuck, Seungmin!” You cry out, hips bucking and shaking against him as you come in his mouth. Your body is trembling, and he slowly works you through your orgasm.

You pull him back up once your body stops shaking and taste yourself on his lips. You kiss him sloppily, not bothering to stop for a breath. “Need you, right now.”

He positions himself at your entrance, pausing for a breath. “Ready?” he asks. You nod, feeling like you’re going to explode if he waits another second.

He pushes in slowly, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. You feel the stretch inch by inch, feeling so perfectly full as he bottoms out. He drops his forehead against yours when he’s fully buried inside you.

“I could stay here all fucking night,” he moans. “You feel so fucking good already.”

“Seungmin, please move.”

He starts with slow, steady thrusts that quickly turn rough and passionate. The bed creaks below you in time with his movements. You wrap his legs around him, making him hit deep inside. You let your nails rake at his back, and he lets out a deep moan.

As soon as he angles his hips and hits the sensitive spot inside you, you’re seeing stars. His movements quicken, and the room is filled with the slapping of skin against skin. You feel the heat come back, about to bubble over once again.

One of his hands slips between you, thumb making circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. You feel your body squeeze around him, cunt pulsing, and your vision whites out.

“Holy shit, Seungmin!” you cry out his name over and over as he fucks you through another orgasm.

He follows moments later, the feeling of you clenching around his cock throwing him into his own orgasm. His hips stutter as he buries himself deep inside you, choking out your name as he comes. He collapses over you, and both of you try to catch your breath.

After a minute, he rolls over next to you and pulls you close, tracing circles on your back. Your skin is slick with sweat, and you feel sticky, but it all feels so right.

“Please stay,” he whispers against your hair. “After this weekend. I want to take you out. Properly.”

You nuzzle your face deeper into the crook of his neck. The balcony door is still cracked open, letting in a gentle breeze that cools your warm skin.

“I’d like that,” you say, looking up to give him a gentle kiss. 

It may have been a weird weekend, but you have no regrets. Not when it brought you here, on an island in the middle of the ocean, in the arms of a ridiculously dorky, handsome man.

a/n: thank you all so much for your support! sorry again if this feels rushed, i had so much fun writing it i've just been SO busy!!

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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.

changbin ⸝⸝ he loves to make you ride him because the view of you bouncing on his cock is absolutely stunning, your tits swaying in his face as you take every inch like the good girl you are. his hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you in a punishing pace whenever your legs start to falter, loving the way you start to whimper from the stretch whenever he thrusts up to meet you. “c’mon, baby, don’t stop now. you’re doing so good,” he rasps, sweat dripping down his chest as his abs flex with every roll of his hips. he loves the slight squelch of your slick coating his cock and balls, the filthiness of it all making him groan deeply in his throat. when you get close to your climax, he grins and pulls you forward, shoving your chest flush to his and snapping his hips so fast and hard you can barely even make a sound, “fuck- you’re sucking me in so deep, sweetheart. you gonna milk me dry or what?”

hyunjin ⸝⸝ hyunjin loves a good spooning position— it’s not just because it’s lazy, it’s because he loves the softness of mornings where you’re both warm and tangled together in the sheets. his chest is pressed tight against your back, his hand hooking under your leg to lift it slightly as he slides his cock into your slick pussy at a slow, unrelenting pace. his lips brush against your ear as he murmurs sweet but dirty words right into it, “you’re so wet for me already, baby... can’t believe you’re still this tight, it’s like you don’t want me to pull out.” his other hand sneaks between your thighs to toy with your clit in rapid, messy circles while you squirm helplessly in his hold, unable to escape the relentless grinding of his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over. “shh, don’t fight it- just take it,” he whispers, his voice cracking slightly as your fluttering walls make his hips falter, every breath of his voice dripping with sweet, needy desperation.

jisung ⸝⸝ jisung lives for mating press. sure, it’s filthy and deep, but more than anything, it lets him absolutely ruin you in a way he can see— his cock pounding into you so hard and fast he can feel the tremble of your thighs against his chest as his hands press your legs up toward your ears. “fuuuck, baby. look at that,” he whines, his voice high-pitched and wrecked, his eyes zeroed in on the way your folds stretch and drip slick around his length as it disappears into you over and over, “your pussy’s so warm- mmph- h-how are you even taking me like this?” he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting lost in the visuals, your pretty pussy creaming around him, the faint bulge of his cock dragging through your stomach, your face contorted in pure bliss. his thrusts grow sloppy when you clench around him, and his tears glisten when he cant hold back anymore, babbling his apologies in shaky whines as he fills you with hot spurts of cum.

felix ⸝⸝ another missionary enthusiast^^ especially the slower, more intimate version— his broad shoulders looming over you, enveloping you completely while his cock stretches you so perfectly you feel like you might break. the way your bodies are pressed tightly together, your nails raking down his back as his soft praise spills from his lips with every slow drag of his hips, makes everything even hotter. “god, feel so good, baby… like you were made for me,” he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through his chest as he leans down to kiss you gently, nearly pushing your head back into the mattress from how hard he’s pressing into you. he loves soaking in the way you moan helplessly into his mouth, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist, trapping him there as your hips buck against his in a desperate rhythm. his cock grinds against your g-spot relentlessly and you grab his hair, sobbing his name as you gush around him, “fuck, so perfect, look at you- let me feel you cum, baby, c’mon, you can do it for me.”

seungmin ⸝⸝ seungmin loves pronebone. his hand presses between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned firmly to the mattress while his cock slams deep into your pussy, the sharp, wet sounds of your slick dripping around his length filling the room. “stay down,” he growls when he feels you squirm beneath him, his other hand sliding back to squeeze at the soft flesh of your ass as his hips jerk forward in brutal, precise thrusts. he drapes his body almost fully over your back, his breath hot against your ear as he bullies your tight walls relentless with every snap of his pelvis. “you’re crying already?” he tsks mockingly, even as his pace grows more erratic, the sweat on his brow dripping down onto your skin. “i thought you said you wanted this, baby. so take it.” he doesn’t hesitate to grab your hair, yanking your head back roughly when you whine too loud so he can shove a hand over your mouth, “you’re fucking soaked. so greedy for me, yeah?”

jeongin ⸝⸝ his favorite is reverse cowgirl because it gives him the perfect view of your ass bouncing on his cock as you sink down onto him over and over. he looks so pretty, his flushed face tilted back against the headboard and his lips parted in soft gasps that grow louder when your walls flutter around him. his head lolls faintly to the side, long fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks as he whimpers softly, “f-fuck, baby, keep going, just like that. you’re gonna make me cum so fast.” his big, dark eyes are dazed as he watches the way your ass jiggles with every punishing drop of your hips. your slick drips down his shaft, pooling at his balls and making the sloppiest squelching noises with every thrust. when your legs start to give out, he’s quick to start bucking up into you from below, desperate to chase the orgasm building in his stomach as his hands drag you back down to slam his cock deeper. “d-don’t stop now… f-fuck, it’s too good, your pussy’s squeezing me so tight, baby—” he cries out, practically sobbing as he gushes warm inside you.

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