ii. 18+ minors dni, manhandling, just muscleracha brainrot at this rate
iii. everyone say thank you to @lixesque for the brainrot hehe
It’s no secret that Chan is practically sculpted by the gods themselves, taking extra time to define and chisel out every dip and curve the man has. It doesn’t help your sanity at all knowing what lies beneath his clothes. It also doesn’t help that when it’s just the two of you he seems to forget what clothes even are, opting to strut around your apartment in nothing but his tight underwear that has you subconsciously clenching your thighs at the breathtaking sight.
What really gets you are the days he comes over after working out, covered in sweat from head to toe, his locks curling with the moisture and his muscles still involuntarily flexed from his work out. He’s a walking wet dream. He knows what he’s doing of course, coming over to your place so late at night looking like this and it ends the same way every time, back pressed against the cool tile as he takes you roughly against the shower wall. However, tonight there was something more feral about him. After your shower he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, hands roaming your stomach and sides—squeezing at the plush flesh like he always does when he’s feeling needy.
“Want to try something,” he whispered against your neck pressing a hot kiss against your bare shoulder.
His large hands trailed up your bare thighs that were wrapped around his waist as you sat on the bathroom sink.
“Oh yeah? You know you can do anything to me right?”
A low growl left him at your words and before you knew it he was cupping your ass, lifting you from where you sat perched on the sink with ease as he carried you into the bedroom. Your breath left you as he threw your body onto the bed, a moan leaving your throat at being handled so roughly. Chan let out a grunt as he eyed you, watching the way your thighs and stomach move at the impact.
“Fuck,” he muttered before climbing on the bed to join you, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss.
“You’re so strong,” you moaned as he pulled back, your hands squeezing at his arms.
He had never manhandled you like that before but god what you would give for him to do it again.
“Fucking throw me around like that again please,” you whined as you pulled him closer to you.
Chan chuckled at your already fucked out state just from his strength alone.
“My baby likes that doesn’t she? Likes to be manhandled and tossed around like she’s nothing hm?”
The moan that left your lips was embarrassing but Chan had never heard anything more beautiful.
“P-Please,” you whimper out as your arms and legs wrap around his frame.
Chan knew in that moment that he could never deny you. He would give you anything you desired in a heartbeat.
That tight black top was haunting you. Your eyes didn’t stray from the way it clung to his chest, squeezing his perfectly toned arms to the point where your mouth was watering at the sight. You knew Changbin had been gaining more muscle recently but right now you could see how much his hard work had been paying off. In truth you had half a mind throw yourself in the pool and attempt to drown just to feel your lovers strong arms curling around your body to save you.
You didn’t do that of course but the thought was tempting. You should have been embarrassed at the way you ogled him, undressing him with your eyes but you weren’t. Not when Changbin was staring back at you with the same glint in his eye. You had to admit, you liked the attention on you. Sitting up, you slipped your shirt off your body, chest bouncing as the hem of your shirt catches on your tits when you pull the fabric over your head. You see Changbin curse as his eyes fall to your chest then slowly take in the rest of you laid out on the chair.
You heard a low whistle, turning to find Minho staring at you.
“Looking good Y/n. New swimsuit?”
You knew exactly what he was doing and it was working if the scowl on Changbin’s face was anything to go by.
“Fuck off,” he grumbled at the man before making his way to the edge of the pool, lifting himself out with ease.
You almost let out a sound at the way his muscles flexed as he did so but refrained from embarrassing yourself. Before you could register what was happening your wrist was in Changbin’s grasp and you were being led back into the house and to his bedroom.
“You like getting attention from the others huh,” Changbin asked as he backed you into the door.
You shook your head, whining at the feeling of his hand resting over your neck—squeezing it ever so slightly.
“No? Seemed to enjoy it when hyung was practically eye-fucking you.”
Changbin watched you, gaze hardened as you writhed against him.
“N-No, only want you to look at me—only want you.”
With that Changbin’s hoisted you up, a surprised yelp leaving your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist. Changbin dropped you on the bed, manhandling you with ease onto your stomach. You whined loudly at the action, feeling yourself beginning to slip at the rough treatment.
“Did you like that baby? Like when I’m rough with you bun.”
You let out a soft mewl as he ground himself into your ass, hands played across your stomach as he kneaded softly into the flesh.
“I asked you a question y/n.”
“L-Like when you’re rough with me. Feels good,” you slurred as your mind fell fuzzy to the feeling of Changbin’s cock dragging across your clothed cunt.
“Good cause I’m just getting started baby.”
“What a pleasant surprise” Jisung grunted as you moved on top of him, small moans falling from your lips as you rutted against him.
He smirked at you before sitting up, grasping your hips as he flips your position with ease. You moaned at the sudden movement, feeling his back muscles flex beneath your fingers as your lips met once more.
“What happened to my cute little Y/n hm,” he asks as he pulls away ever so slightly.
“S-Still cute,” you whimper out as he bites the juncture of your neck.
When Jisung had left for the gym you were on your shared bed, snuggled in the blankets—your eyes lazily following him around the room as he got ready. Your cheeks were puffed with sleep and squished against his pillow and it took everything him him not to coo at the sight. However, his soft girlfriend was gone the minute he returned home—finding you in your shared bedroom, waiting for him in the middle of the bed with his favorite lingerie on.
Jisung clicks his tongue as he pulls back to look down at you. This eyes travel over your exposed chest at the way your lacy bra squishes your tits together. They trail even further down to your plush stomach and the way the lace beautifully accentuates every dip and curve. And your thighs, fuck your thighs—practically swallowing his tiny waist whole as the material of your garter dug into him.
“Fuck you’re so pretty like this. All dressed up, letting me see all of you like this,” he breathlessly whispers as his hips work against yours.
Jisung is about to lose his mind at your little noises and the way your body jiggles with every grind of his hips against yours.
You’re just so fucking beautiful all laid out for him to just take.
Jisung’s fingers dig into your sides, a whine leaving his mouth as his mind becomes foggy.
“Let me inside you beautiful. Please? Let me make you feel good.”
A soft laugh leaves your at his fucked out state.
“Only if you throw me around again like you did earlier,” you bat your eyelashes up at him.
Jisung feels the breath being knocked out of him. You like when he’s rough with you? Like when he throws you around like it’s nothing?
Who was Jisung to deny you both the pleasure?
