lplonwo

londyn || ‘04 liner (20) || she

[tasteracha]

a/n: just minho eating your pussy like it's a five star meal.

the first time he goes down on you, you’re so caught off guard that you giggle. 

it’s not that he’s bad at it - it’s actually quite the opposite. he’s skilled with his tongue, his fingers acting as supporting cast members as he dips into you. his nose nudges your clit just right to provide that slight amount of extra stimulation, and it’s kind of perfect. 

it’s not the way he’s wearing his work clothes still, too distracted by the way you were laying on your bed with nothing on but an oversized t shirt. he did little more than loosen his tie before diving into bed between your legs, holding your thighs apart with his strong hands while he looked at you with reverence. 

it’s not even the way he looks kind of silly with your juices coating his mouth and down his chin, slightly obscene in the way he doesn’t even make a move to wipe it off. 

no. it’s the way he makes a little mmph! noise at the first taste, eyes lightening up and widening like they do when he digs into his pudding or something wonderfully spicy. his nose twitches as he stares at your pussy for a second, blinking in the way that he does, before he dives back in. 

it’s just so cute. even with his face buried in you, the giggle escapes your lips, turning into a breathless whine when he stops and pulls back to stare at you in confusion. you shake your head, reaching one hand to thread through his hair and push it back towards you. he arches a brow at you but let’s you put him back into his place, collapsing back down into the pillows when he resumes his meal just as enthusiastically as before. 

you feel your high approaching faster than you want to admit, his skill mixed with the fact that he so obviously loves to be between your legs making the coils in your lower belly twist and threaten to snap. he eats you through your high, making little noises of happiness as you shake apart on him. your legs close a bit and he moans where he’s trapped against you. he’s rutting against the bed, even as your muscles give out and you all but melt into the mattress. 

he’s kneeling over you and unbuckling his belt before you can blink, still breathing hard and twitching a bit from your orgasm. he pulls his cock out of his pants, and the vision of him jerking off in front of you in his suit almost makes you come again. he throws his head back as he fists his cock, your essence still glistening on his face, making him look like some kind of god (a thought you file away for later). 

you can see the way his body tightens when he comes, stripes of him coating your pussy in warm strokes. his breaths are ragged even as he collapses onto the bed in front of you, his head resting on your thigh as he calms down. his curious eyes are locked onto your core, the way his release is covering you in a work of pure art. 

he shuffles closer, licking tentatively at you and making you jolt from how sensitive you are. his face goes sour, a deep frown taking over his features as he tastes himself on his tongue. it’s the complete opposite to how he reacted to you, and you can’t help but laugh again, so hopelessly endeared by him. 

“why are you laughing at me,” he pouts, reaching for a cloth to wipe you clean. he uses the other side to clean his face, and discards his jacket before crawling up the bed so he can throw an arm around you. it’s a sign of how much he trusts you that he doesn’t feel insecure because of your giggles, he’s just curious. 

“you’re so cute,” you say, pinching his cheek between your thumb and your finger. “does my pussy taste that good baby? did you even hear the noises you were making for me?”

“you’re the single best thing i’ve ever tasted in my entire life,” he says, not missing a single beat, completely serious. he kisses your shoulder. “now me? i don’t know how you like that. we have to work on your taste preferences, something is wrong with you.”

[moonlightndaydreams]

Virgin!chan can’t help but furrow his brow and whimper when you wrap your small hand around his thickness. “Shh…Channie, you don’t want them to hear you.” You whisper. He slaps his hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds.

It doesn’t work for long, because when you suck him off, sliding that warm wet, mouth up and down his twitching cock, even is hand can’t muffle how good you’re making him feel.

“Babygirl… Ngh… so warm…feels so good… fuck! Where? I’m gonna…where?!” He remains hard as stone just at the sight of you swallowing every drop of him.

When it comes time to have sex with you, virgin!chan ensures no one else is home. He knows he’s going to be noisy. He’s felt your cunt with his fingers and he knows that he’s going to lose his mind once his cock is inside you.

Just the feeling of squeezing the tip into your tight heat has him hissing through his teeth. “Fuck…baby…so tight…pussy’s just for me, yeah?”

He follows this up with a long loud moan as he pushes himself all the way in. He holds himself above you with shaky arms. “I’m not gonna last.” He whispers. “Pussy’s too good.”

“Just fuck me, Chan. Do whatever feels good…please…fuck me…need you.”

Virgin!chan fucks you with a sloppy, inconsistent pace, all while he moans over and over. He is so loud, so needy, but he finds a rhythm that has you whimpering just as much as him. He’s big, filling you up, stretching you just right and hitting you deep.

“S’tight. S’tight.” He grunts over and over. “You’re so wet. So fucking wet…C-can I—”

“Fill me up…Cum in me. Do it, Channie. Fuckin’ fill me up.”

Chan growls as he fucks you uncontrollably, and eventually spills himself inside you.

He’s sweaty, panting, trying to catch his breath as he collapses on top of you. You remain pinned to the bed as he recovers, and finally he lifts his head.

“I love you, babygirl. That was fucking amazing.”

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[moonchild9350]

Pick You Up

Summary: Chan comes back from the gym complaining of sore muscles. You offer to give him a massage amongst other things.

Pairing: dom Chan x sub fem reader (soft dom reader for like 2 seconds)

Genre: smutt- this is a 18+ fic, MDNI

Word Count: 2511

Warnings: cursing, hand job, daddy kink, breeding kink, spanking, overstimulation, p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it up, wrap it up), cum swapping/cum eating...I think that's it

Note: This is inspired by Chan's bubble message saying he only works out to pick stay up. After he sent that message my mind went feral and this is the product. I think I wrote this is record speed lol Enjoy!

This is in no way how Chan is in reality. This is just for fun.

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

You knew your boyfriend Chan liked to work out. He goes diligently everyday with Changbin, the two letting their stress out that is built up from busy days in the recording studio by lifting weights.  Chan always said he didn’t feel like he was muscular, but you knew better.  You saw and felt those muscles every night when he would wrap his arms around you as you two fell asleep.  Nonetheless, you knew it was hard to change his mind once he thought a certain way. 

Chan was on his way back from the gym, having given you a call thirty minutes earlier, saying he was going to bring back dinner with him.  He walked in the door, kicking off his shoes and setting his gym bag down.  He walked over to you and gave you a kiss, as you were sitting on the couch watching TV.  He placed the food on the table.

“Hey baby girl, I brought dinner.  Wanna eat after I shower?”

“Yes babe, that’d be great. I’m starving!” you replied.

Chan chuckled at this and said, “Well I gotta feed my girl yeah?  Sit tight, I’ll be done shortly.”

You nodded at this and watched him walk towards your bedroom.  You heard the shower turn on and settled back in to watch your show. 

Not long after, he came back out.  He opened the take out and gave you yours.  He took his dish and sat down next to you.  While you guys ate, you asked about his gym session.  “Not bad, my muscles are killing me though,” Chan responded.  You hummed at this and said, “would you like me to give you a massage?” Chan considered this and agreed with a nod of his head.  “Well let’s clear this away and I can start your massage,” you responded.  You and Chan dropped the dishes in the kitchen and made the way to your shared bedroom.  

“Go ahead and sit down Channie,” you said.  Chan made his way to the bed and sat on the myriad of blankets littering the bed.  You sat behind Chan and started massaging the muscles in his neck.  At your touch, Chan sighed, relaxing and leaning back against you.  You slowly kneaded your hands into the tight muscles, taking your time.  There was silence as you worked, just the sound of the nightlife outside your window. 

“Feels amazing baby girl,” Chan grumbled out, letting his head fall back against your chest.  His eyes fluttered closed and he let off a sigh every now and then as you continued the massage.  Once you got to his sides, you took one of your hands and carefully brought it to his crotch.  You gently placed your hand on his cock and gave it a light squeeze.  Chan’s eyes flew open with your actions.  Chuckling, he asked, “What are you doing there baby girl?”  You shushed him and responded, “Just relax Channie, just want to make you feel good.”  At that Chan grinned and relaxed further into you, closing his eyes once more.  

You began rubbing his clothed cock, giving it a light squeeze every now and then. With each touch, you could feel his cock filling out the space in his shorts.  Chan groaned as you gave his cock a hard squeeze.  “Can you touch it baby girl? Go ahead and get daddy’s cock out.”  You reached your hand into Chan’s shorts and grabbed his cock.  It was warm and hard in your hands.  You rubbed your hand over his slit, gathering pre-cum, Chan hissing in the process.  You moved your hand up and down his shaft at a slow pace, placing wet kisses on his shoulders and neck. 

 “Does it feel good Channie?” you whispered.  

“It feels more than good baby girl.  Keep going, keep stroking daddy’s cock.”  You picked up the pace, jerking your hand, gathering more pre-cum to help the glide.  

Chan’s eyes fluttered at the feeling, sighing out with pleasure, as you worked his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.  With each stroke, his breathing kicked up, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He thrusted up his hips, when he felt your other hand reach into his shorts and fondle his balls.  

“Yes baby girl, yes, so…so close, don’t stop.” 

With a hard squeeze of his balls, you whispered, “cum for me daddy.”  

“Fuu.. fuck,” Chan groaned loudly, muscles tensing, as he came hard, cum spurting out all over your hands.  You continued to stroke his cock, milking every last drop of cum, until Chan was hissing from the overstimulation.  You took your hand out of his shorts and licked up his cum, making sure to get every last drop.  

Chan turned his head and gave you a kiss, tasting the saltiness of his cum on your lips.  “It’s daddy’s turn now huh,” Chan whispered against your lips.  You nodded yes and kissed him again.  Chan guided you to lay down, your head resting on the pillows.  He pulled his shorts off before helping you get undressed, tossing the clothes on the floor. 

Chan grasped your breasts and started to knead them.  You shivered as he leaned down and blew on your nipples, causing them to peak.  Leaning down, he latched onto and suckled your nipple.  You moaned out, running your fingers through Chan’s hair.  He switched to your other nipple before trailing his hand down to your pussy.  You sighed as he slid his fingers through your folds, teasing you.  Gathering up some of your arousal, he brought two fingers to your entrance, sliding them in. He stretched you out with his fingers, dragging them in and out, before curling his fingers upward searching for that spot that drives you crazy.  You gasped out and gripped Chan’s hair tighter when he found that spot within you.  Chan smiled, as he continued to suck and knead your breast, while stroking your g-spot.  You were wiggling around as the pleasure became too much, feeling your high approaching. 

“Stay still babygirl, let me get you there.” 

You moaned and stilled your movements, tears pricking your eyes.  Chan brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing mercilessly, as he kept rubbing your g-spot.  You were a mess, babbling out, “daddy, daddy, I’m close.  Can I cum please? Please let me cum, please, please.” Chan cooed at your babbling, giving you a kiss, before saying, “Go ahead and cum, baby girl. Cum for daddy.”  Your head flew back on the pillows and you rocked your hips violently as you came around Chan’s fingers, chanting, “daddy, I’m cumming, daddy, ahhhh.” Chan continued to rub your clit, as you came down from your high.  

“You're daddy’s good girl, hm?” Chan brought his fingers covered in your arousal to your lips, “Open up baby girl, go ahead and taste yourself.”  

You opened your mouth, suckling his fingers covered in your arousal, moaning at the taste.  You licked every last drop before he pulled his fingers away, giving you a kiss. 

“Good girl, such a good girl yeah?”  

You hummed and whined at his praise.  “Want your cock. Can I please have your cock daddy?” 

“Baby girl, needs my cock?  I’ll give you my cock, but we’re going to try something different today, yeah?”

You whimpered at the suggestion, not caring about what he was saying, as long as it led to him burying his cock deep in your pussy.  He hummed and gave you a wet kiss before saying “Go ahead and sit up.”  Chan made to get off the bed.  You were a little confused at his actions, but listened anyway.  

“Daddy’s gonna lift you up ok.” You cocked your head sideways, “You’re gonna lift me up?” 

“Mmmhmm.”  Chan walked toward you, “wrap your legs around me baby girl.”  You stood up and wrapped your legs around his hips like he instructed. You then wrapped your  arms around his neck and held on tight.  

 His hands went to grasp your ass, giving it a squeeze.  “Ready baby girl? Ready for my cock?”  You shook your head, “Yes daddy, always ready.”  Chan took one hand to grasp his cock and slid you down onto it.  You moaned at how deep he went in this position.  Chan started to bounce you on his cock, nearly hitting your cervix with each bounce.  You were lost in pleasure, a babbling mess, chanting “daddy, daddy, daddy.”  

Chan looked at his love, watching the emotions flood through your face.  “How does that feel, baby girl? Feel daddy’s cock deep inside?” He walked you backwards so your back could rest against the wall before thrusting hard upwards into your pussy.  You wrapped your arms tighter around Chan’s neck, little ‘ah ah ahs’ leaving your lips as Chan pounded into you. You felt close to your high, as with each thrust, Chan’s neatly trimmed pubic hair brushed against your clit.

Chan leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours for a heated kiss.  He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.  He had sweat dripping down his face, down his back, your pussy just felt that good.  

“You know what baby girl?  I only workout so I can pick you up.  So I can pick you up and pound that sweet, tight pussy of yours.  So you can feel me deep inside…and fill you up.”  

You groaned at his confession, “So strong daddy..ahhh, I’m close, so close.” 

“Baby girl is close? Yeah? Go ahead and let go, let go for daddy.”  His dirty words were just what you needed, you let go, letting your orgasm take over, leaning your head back against the wall, and letting out a loud moan.  Chan leaned forward and kissed your neck, not stopping with his thrusts.  

When you finally opened your eyes, Chan gave you a smirk and said, “I’m not done with you yet.” He turned around and threw you on the bed and flipped you onto your hands and knees.  He kneaded your ass, spreading apart your ass cheeks before letting some of his spit drip down between your ass.  You moaned at the sensation, arching your back further, presenting your pussy for him.  Chan brought his hand down, giving your ass a slap before kneading the area to soothe the pain.  He repeatedly slapped your ass,  listening to you moan which each smack. When he was done, there were red marks where his hand landed, causing him to smirk. “If only you could see yourself.” 

He brought his fingers down to your pussy once more, running them through your folds.  You whimpered at his touch, feeling overstimulated from your previous orgasm.  Despite this, your arousal was steadily dripping down your thighs, and Chan noticed.  “Need my cock again baby? Once wasn’t enough for you?”

“Ne..need your cock again daddy, please, please, need to be full of you!”

He hummed at this and grabbed his cock.  He hissed at his touch, he cock rock hard,  needing his release.  He brought his tip to your entrance and slammed his cock into you, bottoming out in one thrust.  He began pounding into you, without giving you warning.  The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis and Chan’s moans resounded throughout the room.  

Chan grabbed your hands and brought them behind your back, pulling you up to his chest.  He continued pounding into you.  No sound came out of your mouth, your lips formed into an O, the pleasure beyond amazing.  “Are you daddy’s good girl? Letting me use you like this, letting daddy have your pussy in any way he likes.”  

You couldn’t respond right away, lost in the immense pleasure Chan was giving you.  You finally found the words after a moment, mumbling “Hmmmmm da..daddy’s good girl, yeah, yeah your good girl.  Want your cum daddy,” you babbled.  What you to fill me up, please fill me up, breed this pussy.”

“Yeah? Want daddy to fill you up? Breed you full?” Chan let your hands go, continuing to pound into you as you fell onto the bed, face buried in the pillows, moaning and mumbling.  He grabbed your hips, squeezing them, as he rutted into you, feeling his high approaching. “Here ya go baby, here’s my cum, here’s daddy’s cum.” He rutted into you one last time, pressing his hips against yours.  You felt his cum flood your insides, and whimpered at the feeling.  

Once Chan came down from his high, he flipped you over onto your back.  He took one look at you, tears running down your face, lips red from you biting them, and gave you a kiss.  “My good girl, such a good girl.  Let me clean you up, yeah?”  Chan scooted down your legs, opening them so he could fit in between them.  You could barely register his actions until you felt his hot tongue on your pussy.  You squealed at the stimulation, beyond overstimulated.  

“Gotta clean you up baby girl, hold still.” Chan opened your lips with his fingers and lapped at your pussy, licking up both his cum and yours.  Your hands went to his hair, pulling at the strands, causing Chan to moan.  Between his tongue on your pussy, and the vibrations from his moans, you came hard, your vision going white, hearing fuzzy, and legs spasming.  Finally Chan leaned back, mouth covered in both his and your cum.  He hovered over you and leaned down to give you a kiss.  You latched onto him, tasting his cum and yours on his tongue, moaning at the taste.  

Chan was the first to break the kiss.  He laid down next to you, pulling your limp body into his.  “How are you doin baby girl?” He pressed kisses on your neck and shoulder.  You mumbled something, not completely coherent.  Chan chuckled and squeezed you tighter to him.  “You did good, so proud of you.”  You hummed at his praise and carefully turned your body so you could face him.  You gave Chan a kiss and just rested in his embrace.  Before you knew it, you started to doze off.  Chan nudged you and whispered, “No falling asleep yet baby, we gotta get you cleaned up, for real this time.” You mumbled what he thought was ok.  

Chan got up to run a bath.  He filled it with your favorite bubble bath and lit the candles you liked.  He came back into the bedroom and scooped you up.  Once he got to the bathtub, he gently placed you in it.  You sighed at the feeling of the warm water on your sore muscles.  Chan got in and sat behind you pulling you close to his chest.  You snuggled into him, sighing in content in more ways than one.  Chan stroked your back gently, pressing a kiss to your head.  “What’s going through that head of yours hm?” 

You hummed and said, “you’re my strong Channie.”  At this Chan chuckled, “I guess so.”  You were in thought for a while and then said, “Channie, can we try that again some time?” 

Chan looked down at you and smiled, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

[hyungszn]

THE FRIEND ZONE | ft. Seungmin

In which Kim Seungmin is not like other guys; he loves being in the friend zone.

— Rating: E for Explicit

— Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

— Author’s Note: First Seungmin fic <3333 This falls under my “Seungmin Nice” agenda so sorry to anyone who is expecting to read hard/mean dom!Seungmin… You won’t found that here. Also, I played around with Seungmin’s sexual/romantic orientation so beware of that. Where he falls is not explicitly labeled outside of the fact that he is not fully aro/ace. Personally, I wrote him with the thought of him being demi! Tagging @beesspacedotorg bc Seung-Enthusiasts unite or whatever.

— Warnings: an unorthodox representation of friends w/ benefits, f2l trope, heavy petting, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, banter, reader ‘n Seungmin are definitely not just friends, reader is called a slut a few times, please forgive the puppy he is autistic, and I think that’s all.

There’s a multitude of reasons why you don’t let Kim Seungmin into your bed. 

When you were children, it was because he hogged the covers and took up three-fourths of the shared space. In high school, it was because he once tried to hump you in his sleep and you were traumatized so badly that you didn’t speak to him for two weeks. As a grown woman, you don’t let Kim Seungmin into your bed because it’s detrimental to your health to share such an intimate space with the (figurative) spawn of Satan; Seungmin is as evil as he is handsome and your bed is where he’s most rotten. You’re not sure when the two of you made the transition from the best of childhood friends to this unorthodox version of friends with benefits, but as long fingers and a warm palm siddle between your legs, you lose all ability to ponder it.

“Wha—,” you begin, right hand shaking where it grips your phone. 

You’re not given any time to finish the sentence as Seungmin’s fingers rub swiftly over your clit through your shorts. The pressure is just strong enough to have you mewling, a bewildered sort of need fogging up your brain. Laying on your side leaves your backside vulnerable, the warmth of Seungmin’s chest seeping through the back of your clothing. A few moments of consistent stimulation has your grip on your phone slackening, the device sliding from your grasp as it clatters to the nightstand in front of you.

“W-Why,” you stammer, rolling your face into your pillow in hopes to muffle your noises, “Why would you do this to me?”

Seungmin laughs deep in his chest. “Do I need a reason?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Mm,” he hums, nosing behind your ear as his fingers press more firmly on your clit. “I just wanted to,” he tells you, listening to how you choke on your breaths. “I’m bored.”

You hate how that one sentence makes your pussy clench. What does it say about you that being thought of as entertainment makes your head spin, running wet and warm between your thighs? You suppose it’s not just the thought of being used for entertainment, but rather the fact that you’re Seungmin’s choice of entertainment. He’s your best friend, the closest thing you’ll ever have to a brother, and you can’t deny that it fills you with an almost perverse sense of glee that Seungmin thinks of you and your cunt when he’s bored. 

“Thought you might be bored, too,” he continues, rumbling happily when your tiny, little shorts become wet under his touch. “I thought we could help entertain one another, you know, like best friends are supposed to do.”

The laugh that leaves you is more of a moan, but Seungmin still smiles. Your hands clench and unclench in your sheets while his hand works steadily between your legs. You want to tell him to quit teasing you, but the motion of his fingers hooking into the crotch of your shorts tells you that you don’t need to. Seungmin has always been able to read you well, that you can’t deny; it’s like you’re always on the same page, somehow telepathically connected. 

No time at all passes before those slender digits are swiping through your slick folds, drawing the loudest sound of the night right out of you. The overwhelming feeling of helplessness grows stronger when the pads of Seungmin’s fingers meet your bare clit. You had no plans of fighting him off in the first place, but even the capability of pretending to put up a fight flies right out the damn window when it’s flesh on flesh. His fingers settle there, a firm but unmoving pressure on your clit, driving you crazy. 

“Seung,” you whine, “Seungmin.”

“What?” he answers sharply, pressing himself more fully against your back. “Is my name all you can say?”

“No, no. Please.”

He clucks his tongue, moving his fingers from side to side across the surface of your clit. It simultaneously brings you relief and tortures you further because it ends just as quickly as it began. That simple swipe has you keening before another whine tumbles out of you, frustrated with the way he starts and stops without care. You know he’s doing it on purpose, Seungmin’s always been a little mean like that, but it doesn’t stop you from wanting to take matters into your own hands so maybe you’ll actually get to come this evening. 

“Always whining, whining, whining. Didn’t anyone ever teach you to use your words? Don’t you know it’s impolite not to ask for what you want?” 

“Will you please just touch my clit?”

“I am touching it,” he says, tapping the engorged flesh rapidly. “Feel that?” 

“Yes,” you sob, pushing your hips forward, “but I want more.”

“More? More of what, hm? More how?”

“Wanna come,” you answer, near delirious from not getting the pleasure you’re seeking. “Seungmin, I want to come. Need you to make me come.” 

“Oh,” he drawls in a faux sympathetic tone, circling your clit, “Is that right? My slutty girl wants to come?”

“Yes,” you moan happily, feeling your cunt clench and drip from the resumed stimulation. 

“Can you come like this?” He asks, fingers making sticky, wet noises as they rub at you. “Can you come from nothing but my fingers on your clit?”

You’re a bit out of it now that he’s picked the motion back up, so it takes you some time to register that he’s still talking to you. When you do catch on, you find yourself huffing loudly and petulantly, looking back at him over your shoulder with what is probably supposed to be a glare, but falls ridiculously short. Seungmin smirks at your hazy expression, hunger growing at the sight of the mess he’s already made out of you. 

“C’mon,” he encourages, “Can you come just like this?” 

“Y-You know I c-can,” you stammer, breathing in deeply. You squeal loudly when those elegant fingers part, rubbing in a vee on either side of your clit. “I can come like this,” you slur, hole clenching around nothing, “Know I can come for you like this.”

“Good,” he answers, rubbing your clit again and kissing the shell of your ear. The way he speaks directly into it sends a shiver down your spine. “Lemme see my little slut come, then.”

There’s a moment where you hang your head and close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of what your best friend is doing to you. Your clit throbs where Seungmin’s fingers are pressing into it, a second heartbeat thrumming beneath his sure strokes. Your pussy is wet, sopping — all from some juvenile clit play. You’d be ashamed if it were anyone else with their fingers between your legs, ashamed that your cunt gets so messy, wet and ready for the next best thing. At least with Seungmin, there’s an unspoken understanding that he likes that your cunt slicks up so easily. There’s an understanding that it makes his dick hard to know that you’re so easy for him. 

“Minnie,” you gasp, lifting your head again to gaze right at him. You moan wantonly when he slides his fingers down to tease at your entrance before bringing them — and so much of that syrupy wetness — right back up to your clit.  “Minnie.”

Seungmin looks right back into your eyes, holding the contact as he moves his digits in steady circles. “Let it go,” he urges, determined, “Wanna feel this pussy come for me.”

You’re nodding, nearly giving yourself whiplash from how fast the movement is. Just a couple more rubs, small and directly on the head of your clit where it peeks out from the hood, and you’re coming. Your moans get higher in pitch and turn breathier, slick gushing from your hole, sliding out of you with each contraction of your walls. The rapid-fire twitch of your clit lets Seungmin know his job is done and his fingers pause where they’re positioned. Though he stills, he chooses not to remove his hand from between your legs, content to sit in place while you ride out your climax.

“Fuck,” you say, feeling wrung out. “You’re a terrible human being,” you joke. 

“Psh, I’m just being a good friend,” he retorts, cupping your entire pussy in his large hand. The action makes you snort, but the gentle squeeze he gives you shortly after makes you grunt. 

“A great friend even, though I could easily graduate to being the best friend if you’d just roll over for me.”

You don’t so much listen to Seungmin as you do let him move you himself. You’re still panting, basking in the afterglow of a satisfactory orgasm. You look pretty like that, sweaty and satiated, and Seungmin’s dick twitches a time or two just from getting to see you like this. His lanky frame looms over you easily, hands maneuvering your legs so that they are resting on the outside of his body.  His eyes are nothing but inky pools when look at him, cock hard in his sweats where it’s hidden from view. You both already know that you’re going to let him fuck you, but it’s fun to toy with him nonetheless. 

“I’m not that easy, Kim Seungmin.”

“Oh, yes you are,” he grins, not even bothering to ask for permission as he moves to tug your soiled shorts from your body. “Look at you,” he hums, taking in your naked pussy. “You’re ruining your favorite bedspread just because I gave you one, measly orgasm.”

Your face heats as you squirm. “Okay? And your dick’s hard over it.”

“It is,” he shrugs, blasé. “My hard cock, your wet pussy; I’m sure we can come up with a mutually beneficial solution.”

You roll your eyes despite your cunt’s traitorous spasming. Why do you find it so sexy when he talks to you like that? In all full sentences and intellectually like he’s entering a business arrangement rather than trying to persuade you to let him fuck you. Seungmin’s quirks are endlessly alluring to you, every single one of them turning you on in ways not even you can understand.

“What could be so beneficial for me that your cock has to be involved? I’d say I’ve already gotten off pretty good.”

Looking down, you see that the same fingers that were inside you are now outlining the bulge in Seungmin’s sweats, framing it between his long fingers. If you dare to look hard enough, you can catch a peek of the drippy head of his cock,  just barely poking out from the waist band. Your chest heaves at the picture, betaying your bratty,  hard-to-get attitude. Seungmin shakes his head at your antics, pushing his sweats off his hips the tiniest bit, revealing yet another inch of his cock to your hungry gaze. 

“My dick makes you come harder than my fingers,” he deadpans, stripping completely out of his pants. He rattles off several other reasons quickly, “My cock’s larger and thicker, so it reaches deeper. You’ve always seemed to like that I can kiss and touch you when I use it, too.”

“Not true,” you lie, mewling when Seungmin settles between your legs on his knees. “Not true at all.”

With a roll of his eyes, he’s reaching for your hips. Large palms settle against your skin and Seungmin pulls, dragging you closer so you can drape your legs over his thighs. The position leaves him with a clear, unobstructed view of your cunt, the lips spread open to show off your glistening hole and puffy clit. Poking the head of his dick between your folds is a mindless movement; this position makes it easy for him to swipe up and down and over your clit with it too. Despite the smart comments you’ve made thus far, you make no move to crawl away, staring back at him with the same bottomless pits for eyes. 

“Alright,” he sighs as he smoothes one hand up your belly, stopping where your tank top has risen. He flicks the hem, lifting the edge from your skin and dipping his head to peak underneath. Mostly ribs and underboob fill his vision until he shoves the fabric over your tits, dick kicking in excitement at the unveiled mounds of flesh.

“Say you are right, then. Say my cock does nothing for you. I still made you come, no? The least you can do is return the favor.”

“Maybe I don’t feel like being courteous.”

“Don’t think of it as a courtesy then,” is his reply, short and to the point. He drags a line from your clit to your entrance with the head of his dick, pressing the glans against you experimentally. You remain motionless despite how eager you are. 

“Think of it as being good,” he says, bearing down with his hips in order to push the tip in. Lust veiled eyes watch your mouth drop open,  a knowing smirk stretching the fullness of Seungmin’s mouth. 

“You like being good for me, don’t you? So let me in and show me just how good you can be.”

“Oh,” you moan in a rush, blinking dumbly. “Seungmin.”

You barely notice how red blooms in his cheeks at the way you say his name, the color deepening as he continues to press forward, sinking his cock deeper inside you. The blush doesn’t deter him from smiling mischievously, making him appear all the more menacing. The stretch of his length inside your pussy comes long and slow, neverending until you’re stuffed full, fit burst with all those inches tucked safe and warm inside your wet cunt in what feels like a matter of seconds. He uses your joining to lean forward slightly, the fronts of his thighs plastered to the backs of yours as he plants his palms on either side of your head. You squeeze his hips with your thighs, looking to ground yourself in the face of being filled to the brim.

“See,” he teases in a whisper, “So much better than my fingers, isn’t it?”

He kisses you before you can answer, mouth meeting yours in a lock of lips that has you clamping down on his dick. You can feel him shudder with it, heavy breath hitting against your lips even as his tongue strokes against yours. Seungmin has always been well composed, save for when he’s buried balls deep in your pussy. Surrounded by the wet heat of you, Seungmin fights to maintain his control the same way you fight to maintain yours anytime he gets within ten feet of you. 

He kisses you as deep as he can until he’s built up a rhythm, breath now coming far too quickly for him to focus on not keeping you from choking on his tongue. You don’t mind, now free to release all your wanton, desperate moans that Seungmin had to swallow during your kiss. You do moan for him, a fair share of that time spent whining, whimpering, and babbling, too. Your back bows intermittently, especially whenever he pulls back too far only to plunge right back in, driving his cock into parts of your pussy that feel like they should be off-limits. As he does so, you can’t stop yourself from reaching to circle his wrists with your hands, needing to touch him in any way that you can.

“So good,” you mumble, heat filling your cheeks at the wet smack of his hips against yours.

“You love it?”

“I do,” you respond with a loud keen, “Love your cock so much, Seung. You’re the best! My best friend…. ‘n you feel so good! So nice in my little pussy. S'good for you, too?”

 When he stays silent, you ask him again.

“My pussy’s good, right, Seung?”

His stomach tightens at the question, a rough, needy sound punched right out of him. You make him crazy, regardless of how hard he always tries to keep himself together. There’s something about your unabashed desire that fills him with an animalistic need — something about it that makes him dizzy to the point where urges that Seungmin has never experienced well up quickly inside of him.

“Yeah,” he groans, pressing his forehead to yours. His bangs tickle your skin, making you scrunch your nose cutely. “Your cunt’s good, baby; it’s perfect. So perfect that I’m gonna come in it.” 

He watches your lashes flutter at the praise, feels the brush of your nipples, drawn up into tight, little peaks, against his chest when you arch into him. You let go of his wrists in order to sling your arms around his neck, curling your hands to dig your fingers into the skin of his back and shoulders every time your cunt spasms. The thought of Seungmin dumping his cum inside you, filling you up with even more of him, is pushing you into overdrive. You pant up at him, eyes big and wet, and he feels like he’s going a little crazy. As if that wet fucking cunt of yours wasn’t enough, you had to go and look so damn cute, make him desperate to have you coming on his cock, too, huh?

“You love me, yeah? Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” you gasp, no hesitation whatsoever. “Minnie, I love you so much.” 

“Yeah, know you do,” he grunts, capturing your mouth again. He licks between your lips like he’s trying to stake a claim. “Love your best friend so much that you gave up your pretty, little pussy without a second thought, huh? Love me so much that you let me have you any fucking way I want.”

You nod and whine because you don’t really trust yourself not to say something out of pocket. Neither of you are surprised when words come anyways, unable to hold back when you feel this good.

“You’re my favorite person, ‘course y’can have me,” you slur, tongue tied and dazed. 

“My pretty,  little slut,” he hisses, eyes threatening to roll back in his skull. “My fuckin’ baby.”

His words rumble through you, forcing a whimper out of your own mouth in response. You tug at his hair, struggling to keep yourself grounded and Seungmin growls, rolling his hips into you hard and fast. He alternates between kissing and watching you, eager to see you stumble closer to the metaphorical edge. 

“Seungmin,” you pant, clenching and gushing around his cock. You’re so close, headspace hazy and floating from all the pleasure you’re receiving.

“Come here,” he demands, pulling you closer. His sweat slicked skin slides against yours, all of you lined up from chest to groin.

“Come on my dick,” he pants, wet fringe sticking haphazardly to his forehead. “Be good for me and come on my dick, baby. I’ll fill you up; I’ll stuff you so full of me that you’ll still be leaking my cum on your wedding night.”

It shouldn’t sound as sexy as it does; after all, the sentence is absurd — cringeworthy. You’re not getting married, definitely not any time soon, but Seungmin’s words still scratch an itch that you didn’t know you had. It’s like an acknowledgement that you are his, that you belong to him, even though the two of you aren’t even dating. The sharp, hurt moan you give is enough to have Seungmin coming right then and there, a different kind of warmth flooding your insides.

His orgasm is the only time he can be considered quiet, the only noise he makes being a strained whimper. It's hands down one of your favorite sounds, and hearing it is enough to make you come as well. Your walls flutter, throbbing around Seungmin’s length, milking it for everything he has to give. His dick doesn’t even soften with how turned on he is, shivering with sensitivity. He’s not sure how any man could go soft in a pussy as silky and decadent as yours, anyways. 

“I love you, too, you know,” he tells you, voice low and soft though it sounds much louder as it cuts through the silence. 

“Of course you do. We’re best friends.”

His brows furrow against the skin of your neck, expression perplexed and slightly bothered until he realizes the issue. Being in the friend zone doesn’t bother him in the slightest, he gets around just fine — especially with you — but perhaps it’s time that Seungmin corrects your understanding of his orientation.

Perhaps it’s time for him to tell you that he isn’t completely aro-ace. 

© hyungszn 2024; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without my permission!

[hyunsvngs]

“I’ll stuff you so full of me that you’ll still be leaking my cum on your wedding night.” WHAT THE FUCK CLOVER . IM A SHELL OF A WOMAN

[cbini]

i feel like seungmin is the epitome of “pussy put his ass to sleep”. he would talk a big game but the second he cums he is honk shoo mimimi 😴 starfished flat on the bed. he is so lame (/pos) i actually need him so bad!!

PLEEEASE I LOVE THIS it’s so accurate i think 😭 snork mimimi seungmin in his muumuu with his little candle and slippers. lmao no but for real pussy so bomb it knocks him the fuck out!!!!! you just rode him until he saw stars, gave him the nut of his life and you roll away from him for .2 seconds and turn back around to see him conked out on his pillow. he might wake up just enough to pet you on the head when you curl up beside him and he’ll mumble “love you, jagi” but yeah, that’s like it. man is fucking OUT.

[renjunderthesun]

…i am alive… hello tumblr… ひさしぶり :3

was scrolling thru my notes for something the other day and found all of these potential anton txts from the last time i did him and i was like “omg” so i’m gonna leave these here and dip! (just until finals are over🤞)

[anton] x [afab!reader]

[warnings/context]: sarcastic humor, dry humor, suggestive and whatnot idk im so tired i cant really think straight. nothing too crazy tho. ok bai

when this semester finishes out i promise i will return full swing! work and school has been kicking my ass lately lol alrighty hope everyone is doing well !!! —💗blue🐹

[imrllytootiredforthis]

ahhh i loved your skz as subs headcanon!! if you can, could you write a fic/drabble based off of innie’s? (just read hyune’s and it was *chef’s kiss*) we need more sub innie content out there 🙏🏼 thank you!!

Locked With Love

Pairing: innie x reader

Summary: Poor Innie is so desperate and needy for you. He isn’t supposed to touch for two days still...but you’ll help him out, won’t you?

Warnings: sub innie, fem reader, dom reader, chastity cage, mommy kink, slight dacryphilia, riding, implied innocence kink, begging, praise kink, finger-sucking, think that’s it but there may be more

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hope this is good! Any and all feedback is welcomed and my requests are open (read rules here first) Hope you enjoy<3

You couldn’t help but smirk through the rage as you stood, just watching. For now.

Jesus christ, why’d he have to be so pretty? 

The way his pretty lips shaped when he moaned, how his slim waist moved, abs tensing and back arched up in pleasure. His hair was a mess, tousled and obviously left unbrushed for the entire day.

How was it humanly possible for someone to be this pretty? You didn’t know, didn’t even think that there was an answer to that question, because he just was.

Yang Jeongin was gorgeous and it drove you fucking crazy.

“Please...ha...” He whimpered, looking up at you with those big glassy eyes that made you want to give him anything and everything that this world and beyond had to offer.

“I don’t know Innie...have you been good, baby boy?”

He shuddered at the name. Breaths were now escaping those oh so pretty lips shakily, panting with his tongue hung out like a dog as he rutted into a pillow like one. 

“Yes! Yes mom-my. I was so good, so good jus’ for you mommy!” Somehow he gets it out between heavy pants, the struggle of which he managed to driving you insane, rubbing your thighs together to keep the arousal at bay.

He’s still wearing his shirt and shorts, the impatient baby he is, he didn’t bother taking them fully off just tugging his shorts and boxers down to slip his dick out and start humping your pillow.

He couldn’t even get off with the cage locked around his dick, the only chance of his relief was the key around your neck. But he knew that he wasn’t supposed to get it off for another two days per his punishment so he resorted to his last idea to try and gain your mercy.

His plan was to get off on the pillow until you walked in and either got so angry that you’d take it off just to punish him or that you’d get so horny that you’d take it off just to fuck him.

Of course, there was many ways that his plan could go wrong. Such as you deciding to extend his original punishment for longer.

But he hadn’t exactly though that far ahead yet.

To his credit it went exactly to plan. Poor Innie got so stimulated that his moans were loud enough to hear through the walls.

Dirty little slut.

Of course you heard and came to see what the noise was.

“How long has it been baby?” You asked, walking closer and innocently scratching your nails over the exposed part of his thighs, just barely there-enough for him to feel though.

Pushing his body toward your touch, he scrambled for a reply in his lust-induced haze. “O-one we-ha” 

“Yes,” you prompted, lips moving against his throat, hand moving to ghost over his inner thigh, leaving him shuddering from sensitivity. Simultaneously trying to pull away and lean closer into your touch.

“One week!” He gasped out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

You nodded with a fake pout grasping at his chin to pull him up to meet your eyes head on, lips inches apart until they were brushing against his and he was whimpering ‘kiss me, kiss me, mummy please.”

Obliging to his request, you pressed your lips to his. Gently at first, soft and sweet. Then, nipping over his plush lips you got rougher.

The poor boy whimpered onto the kiss, trying to keep up as you kissed him deeper, tongue pressing into his mouth as nails dug into the delicate skin of his jaw.

You moaned as you felt his fingers move to your hips, desperately clutching them, pulling you closer to him until there was no space but your clothes separating your bodies.

You pulled away breathless, “Oh, but love...” you trailed off as he shifted onto his back, pushing the pillow away and sliding his shorts the rest of the way off. He held your eyes as he slowly opened his legs as if he was presenting himself to you.

You tried to fight back the urge to take the cage off his swollen weeping cock this very second and ride him hard until you could finally satisfy the ache between your legs that had become apparent ever since you’d walked in on him humping your pillow. 

Why did he have to be so irresistible?

The way he now cocked his head to the side, all laid out just for you. Eyes glowing in arousal and pure unfiltered want, looking at you as if you were a goddess and he your loyal worshipper. Hair fanned out around him against the white sheets, a lip caught between his teeth.

It was sinful, the thoughts that ran through your mind as his puffy pink lips parted briefly to swipe a tongue across them. The way his eyes were blown wide almost swallowing all of the white in a lust-filled haze.

Even the way he laid across the bed, open and timid-submissive to you-putting on a show of all of his most vulnerable parts to show you how you owned him.

Urging you, teasing you, begging you to touch him.

He was beautiful.

Holy.

Sinful.

So goddamn fucking erotic.

He let out a helpless moan. "Please," he whined, so cutely, so wantonly "can't take it anymore. Need you, need to cum."

And then it snapped.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment your willpower broke.

When you unlocked him and made the decision to take off your clothes and climb on top of him, a growing smirk on his face at the fact that he’d finally gotten you to give into his desires. 

The chastity cage that had kept him from his high for a week was long forgotten, carelessly thrown somewhere on the floor of your room.

It was all a haze.

All you knew was the pleasure that was now coursing through your veins like a drug, an endless cease of moans reverberating deep in your chest, bouncing up and down at a rapid pace as Jeongin’s hands clutched your hips for dear life, whimpering as his body shook from the sensitivity of being denied all week long.

Head thrown back, writhing, whining and sobbing, he was so beautiful.

His eyes squeezed shut, mouth opened and brows drawn together as his brain tried to catch up with the sensation of you wrapped around him. Wet and hot-it felt so fucking good, he could barely comprehend it.

A hand tilted his chin up, “Look at me, Jeongin.” At your command, he obeyed, a whimper escaping at your tone of voice-dark and demanding-sending chills down his spine.

“Where’d my good baby go?” You questioned.

Blunt nails dug into soft skin, creating a dull pain in your hips that you could barely feel from the way that you moved up and down his length, thighs beginning to burn from exertion. “I-i’m your good boy. I-”

You pulled his arms off of you, holding them together above his head by the wrist with one hand while the other moved to his bottom lip, a thumb swiping across it until he opened and your finger slipped in.

The digit pushed down on his tongue, a muffled moan adding to the obscene noises that echoed throughout the room. Your skin tingled at the wet heat of his mouth, the way that the muscle circled your finger, sucking it deeper until it pressed against the back of his tongue-not nearly long enough to reach his throat.

A helpless mewl escaped around it and his eyes threatened to roll back but a threatening pinch to the skin of his wrist had him struggling to keep them on you. 

“Are you really my good baby? Cause my good boy would’ve waited ‘til I unlocked him, instead of putting on a show like a little whore.” The bouncing had stopped, slowing to grinding thrusts that had his head head and any rational thought in it melting.

He shook his head, so fervently that your thumb slipped out of his mouth. “No! I’m your good boy, Mummy! Please, I’m your good boy!”

“I don’t know Innie...” letting out a quiet moan as his tip hit that spot that made you see stars, “t-this wasn’t how a good boy acts.” Your voice was condescending, as if you were explaining it to a toddler. 

“A-ah, shit!” His hips bucked up into you, hitting that spot once more. “M-making me...making me f-feel so go-good. You’re making m-me feel so good, Mummy” He babbled on stupidly.

You stopped your movements, ignoring the way your body screamed to continue on. Leaning down to whisper in his ear, so close to him that your chests pressed together. 

“You gotta stop Innie, you’re being a bad boy.” You purr, petting his hair and watching as he squirms, tears beginning to leak from his eyes, crystalline and ethereal.

“P-promise. I’ll-I’ll be your go-od. Jus’ wanna be good for you~”

Gripping the roots of his hair you continue at a bruising pace, sending him into an incoherent frenzy of whimpered pleads. “It’s a good thing you’re so good at begging, b-baby.” the words are panted, spoken coated in pure lust as you’re so close to ecstasy. “So pretty and whiny, who knows where you’d be without it, huh?”

His throat is dry and all he can feel is the burning desire to fall, so deep and so far down, knowing that you’ll be there to keep him safe until he can climb back up but he still needs one thing. 

“’M y-your good boy-right?” His gaze barely meet yours, fluttering, wet with tears and threatening to fall shut as he begs you. “Te-tell me ‘m your go-good boy. N-need it, please I need it!”

You’re so close, so very close and the way that his voice quivers and drools and tears covering his face is enough to push you straight to the edge. Your voice is raspy and husky, barely a whisper as your body leans over his.

“Let go Innie. My pretty little good boy.” 

Your teeth sink into the delicate skin of his throat. His cry dies in his throat and his back arches up off the bed as you claim him; pleasure overwhelming the two of you.

And then it’s just sensations.

Pleasure. Want. Need.

Primal desires.

The feel of your body moving against his.

The lewd wet noises of skin hitting skin filling the room.

His moans, whimpers, cries, wanton mewls. Wanting, needing-pleading, begging for more, more, more.

The way you clench around him, hips moving, thighs burning, grinding, faster and faster. Gasping, panting, hollow groans adding and mixing into the cacophony of sounds.

His toes curl and your hand pushes harder down on his wrists, his fingers twitching uselessly-looking for something to bind him to the earth as his head threatens to float away.

“Pl-please! Please, ho-hold my hand, ah!”

Your fingers lace with his as waves of pleasure roll over your body and you both release. 

Bodies tense as it hits like a fucking truck with a jaw-dropping intensity.

Euphoria.

Your breath hitches in complete in utter bliss and tears stream down Jeongin’s face as his eyes tip onto the back of his head, cumming so hard he can see stars swimming in his vision.

Your breath finally comes back to you and you gulp it down in huge gulps, lungs burning, trying to catch up. 

You come back to your senses first. Slowly as to try not to overstimulate either of you, pull off of him, fluids gushing out of you, landing on him and ruining the sheets.

Falling onto the bed next to him you begin to smooth over his sweaty hair, cooing sweet praises and pet names as he slowly comes back, blinking and whining as he moves to cling to you.

“Hey,”

“Hi.” He giggles, voice quiet and shy as he buries himself impossibly closer as if trying to fuse himself into you.

“Was that okay?”

Jeongin peeks up at you, pink-cheeked and heart-eyed to match your own “It was perfect. I love you, Mommy.” 

Fingers lace with yours once more and you can feel your heart warm. Giving him a kiss on the forehead, smoothing his hair back. “I love you too, my good boy.”

[cbini]

i know you oh so well

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

warnings: camboy!au, sub!jisung, dom!reader, daddy kink, humiliation, bondage, blindfolding, edging, sex toys (hitachi wand, squirting dildo), dirty talk, tiny hints of feminization, ball slapping, pain play (jibuggie is a lil masochist <3), finger sucking, cunnilingus/face sitting

a/n: GASP another commission??!! thank u soo much to the honeypie who commissioned this, i loved every bit of this whole idea!!! i hope u guys will too <3

jisung has always been honest with you about his little side job. one night, in the early stages of your relationship, he nervously sat you down on his couch and let you in on his biggest secret, something he feared might have you calling your whole relationship off. jisung stumbled over his words and bit at his hangnails until you held his clammy hands in your own to comfort him, tenderly rubbing your thumbs against his knuckles in encouragement. 

that night, you learned that your boyfriend is a camboy. 

nearly six months later, you’ve still never seen any of jisung’s streams even though he’s given you the go ahead. you can’t lie and say you’re not the least bit curious, but when you really think about it, you have no need to see them. it’s just a side job, just a way for him to make a little extra money. why would you need to see when you’ve got him in your bed every week? in your bed, in your mouth, in your cunt. 

your latest date night changes everything. jisung’s on the way to take a shower when you ask if you can use his laptop to find a movie that you could cozy up in bed with when he returns, and he left you with a smooth what's mine is yours, baby. 

it takes a second before his laptop rouses from sleep, and when it does, you’re immediately met with the homepage of what can only be jisung’s cam blog. you almost slam it closed in pure shock, but the automatic play of his most recently recorded cam session has you stopping in your tracks. 

he’s sitting in the exact same chair you are, cock hard and heavy in his hand as he tosses his head back in pleasure. 

“fffuuuck, that’s good on daddy’s cock, baby,” he moans, and your eyes widen. 

that’s certainly… new. 

you can vaguely hear the shower running through the closed bathroom door behind you, along with jisung’s melodic voice singing to the music playing from his phone. you know he has it sitting in a cup on the counter to amplify the volume because he’s too lazy to charge his expensive bluetooth speaker. 

when you focus your attention back on his laptop, the video isn’t what you would expect from the jisung you know and love at all. it’s astronomically different, a complete one-eighty, but you’re beginning to see the cracks. 

jisung fucks his fist with his cock until the sound of it carries throughout the speakers. you can see his legs twitching towards the bottom corner of the screen, and he bites his lip to hold back a whimper. 

the jisung you know would never. if he were in your bed with your hand on his cock like that, he’d be writhing. there would be tears in those wide, pleading eyes. he wouldn’t be able to keep his moans at bay if he tried with all his might. 

“you just want- ahh, yeah. you just want daddy to cum, is th- that it? beg for it then, beg a little- little bit for me, baby,” he stutters, and it brings a smirk to your face. he’s usually the one begging you. what an endearing little persona your boy has curated for his viewers. are all of his streams like this? does he make them beg for him? does he call himself daddy and tell his most loyal fans if they really want to be good they’ll tip him? 

jisung’s unoccupied hand smooths over the planes of his abs. he looks so good, long hair tucked behind his ears with a few strands fanning over his forehead. 

his hand speeds up on his cock, and his eyes roll. it’s working you up, you can’t lie, and you tuck your leg underneath you so the heel of your foot presses against your cunt. you’re just starting to subtly grind your hips when jisung begins to cum, hand working quickly at the head of his cock and mouth running a mile a minute. 

“baby, baby, look at you takin’ daddy’s cum, fuuuuck, ple-! fuck, cumming, cumming baby, pussy just- just milkin’ me so-”

the door opens and you startle, but jisung’s not paying attention yet. he’s ruffling his still-wet hair and adjusting the loose band of his sweatpants. 

“hey, you find a movie yet ba- uhhhh,” he stops in his tracks, pigeon toeing the carpet. surprisingly enough, he’s the one looking like a deer in the headlights, not you. it’s quiet in his bedroom, silence only disturbed by the amplified noises of jisung on screen coming down from his orgasm. 

“fuuuck, you made daddy feel so good,” he drawls. the video finally cuts out just as your jisung slaps a palm against his forehead. 

the room finally falls fully quiet, and you break the silence with a joke. “yeah, i sure did find a movie.” 

“jagi, stoooop! i’m… embarrassed.”

he’s self-proclaimed embarrassed, yet your eyes can’t seem to miss the way his cock tents the worn, gray fabric of his sweatpants. you arch an eyebrow, and jisung huffs and flops dramatically face-first onto his bed. 

“embarrassed or horny?” you laugh, and jisung’s legs flail. 

“same difference,” he mumbles, but it’s muffled by the mouthful of comforter and mattress he must have. 

you leave your spot at his computer chair and make your way to his bed to flop down beside him, patting his ass with your hand and propping up on your palms. his hair’s still wet, curling up at the ends now that it’s airdrying, and you don’t move your leg away when his wet hair drips against your thigh. 

you started off curious about jisung’s streams, but now that you’ve actually seen one of his videos, you can’t help but be even more curious than before. he’s never mentioned a daddy kink to you, and he’s always more than happy to let you take the lead in bed. in fact, he prefers it that way. it’s a dynamic you both enjoy, you have the toys to prove it and months of experimenting and playing together to match. 

“so,” you start, nudging your knee against jisung’s hip. “daddy?” 

“don’t say that, i’ll start humping the bed,” jisung replies, and you both laugh until he sighs, rolling over onto his back. 

he makes more money that way, he tells you. his viewers like the daddy persona, they like when he tells them what to do and makes them beg for him. they like his overly-cocky smirks and his deep voice.  

“you know everything makes me horny, so like, it works. i still- ahh, jesus. oh my god. i still get off, i can still… talk dirty? i mean, i get a lot of my shit from you anyways, and then i think about you saying it to me, and then i…yeah.” he makes a jerking-off motion with his fist, then uncurls his fingers and wildly gestures to his crotch. 

when you snort, jisung curls against your side, and you run your fingers through his damp hair. 

“so what you’re telling me… is that you’re a liar-liar-pants-on-fire? is that it jisungie? you don’t want your followers to know their daddy’s actually the number one sub in the world?” you jam your fingers under his arm to tickle him. he hollers, full-body jolting and floundering his legs like a bug. 

“i’m not- my pants aren’t on fire- don’t tickle me!”

“say please.” 

“please! pleasepleaseplease, baby don’t. don’t- oh fuck,” jisung begs. he begs so well. it’s easy to turn him on his back and straddle his lap because he follows your movements without hesitation, and you’re pleased as pie to see a darling little wet spot on the crotch of jisung’s sweats. he’s even harder now, whether that be from talking about his side hustle or getting tickled by you, you couldn’t guess. sitting your cunt over the bulge of his cock makes him writhe some more, and he looks up at you with sweet, pleading eyes as you pin his arms to the mattress. 

“does somebody need to be taught a lesson? good little boys don’t lie, you know. i think we should show them what daddy’s really like in bed,” you breathe. your words are spoken slowly against his lips, and jisung almost conks your foreheads together in his haste to nod in agreement. 

that’s where thursday night finds you. 

after a good week of planning and preparation, you’re both ready to show jisung’s loyal followers how he really prefers to be treated in bed. 

gone is his dominant persona, gone is the daddy his viewers are used to seeing every single week. he’s folded in half in his desk chair, legs pressed to his chest in an open vee and his favorite ropes tied snugly around his ankles. his wrists are bound to the ties at his ankles, leaving him unable to move his arms freely. when you glance at the monitor, you can see jisung’s cock, balls, and plugged hole on delicious display. 

jisung can’t see a thing. he’s blindfolded and at your mercy, just how he likes. 

earlier, after pulling one of the chairs from the kitchen table into his room so you could sit comfortably to the right of his desk chair, he’d shown you how to work the website. how to start a stream and check the view count and even change the filter on his webcam. the volume is low, but it’s still loud enough where you’ll be able to hear the jingle of the little tip jar whenever someone sends in a tip. after you tie and blindfold jisung, you grab the toys you’re going to use on him and place them neatly on a folded towel on the floor. 

you’re fiddling with the mouse, making sure everything on screen is in order while your other hand rubs flat against the length of jisung’s leaky cock. he can’t move much, can barely even wriggle in place, but the way you’re touching his dick has him trying to thrust against the pressure of your hand. you’ve already edged him once by rubbing the soft mounds of your naked tits against his cock while you tied him up, so he’s desperate. 

“is big daddy ready?” 

your head turns from the computer screen down to your boyfriend, bound and blindfolded and pitifully aroused. 

jisung licks his lips and nods, arching his back like he’s preening. “let’s get it, baby.”

you guide the cursor over to the stream button, but you hesitate before remembering to grab the pink n95 mask to cover the lower half of your face. you’re not as bold as jisung, not yet at least. your hands shake when you do. it would be a lie to say you’re not a little nervous, and almost like he can sense it, jisung pipes up again.

“are you nervous? it’s okay, jagi. we can just turn it off if you end up not vibing with it. they can deal, okay? you’re more important to me.” you can see how much he wants to comfort you with his touch. jisung’s hand flexes against his ties as he tries and fails to reach for you, and you immediately embrace his grabby hand with your own. it truly does wonders to comfort you.

“fuck it. let’s get it.” you repeat his words from earlier and before you can think twice, you’re roughly tapping your index finger down on the mouse to start the stream. your stomach drops for a moment when you see viewers immediately start to pour in. dozens, quickly hundreds. 

hanniesuperfan69: holy fuck

yong.lixx: this must be hannie’s partner

yong.lixx: that he’s talked

yong.lixx: about

yong.lixx: it’s good to meet you!

camluvr_075: nice tits

sprb: tipped 500 camcoins!

“nice to meet you too, and thank you,” you say, not bothering with much of a greeting. you’ll let jisung handle that; it’ll be cute to see him come up with something. “hannie, why don’t you say hello?”

the second you call attention to him, his demeanor changes. you can see the cam-persona take charge, you can see him physically get his head in the game, almost as if he’s forgetting that he’s tied up and blindfolded beside you. 

“sweethearts, hi. hi,” he purrs, and you have to stifle your laugh. you’ll break that cocky facade if it’s the last thing you do. “how are you all doing tonight, my babies? ah, well, i can’t really, um, see your responses. would you be a doll and read som-”

you bring your hand down harshly on the underside of his thigh. the crack of your hand against his skin is loud even to your own ears, and jisung’s skin is blushing a pretty pink where you hit. that’s not how your boy talks to you and he knows better, but you know he’s acting this way on purpose. it’s cute that he’s trying to make them believe he still has even a bit of the upper hand here. 

hanniesuperfan69: HOLY FUCK

asdfghjkl0987654321: daddy omg

bigballsinmymouth: @ asdfghjkl0987654321 are u kidding me look at him that’s not daddy rn that’s little bitch boy

“okay! ow, okayokay, i’m sorry! okay. s-shit we’re, um, i’m gonna try something a little different today, how’s that s-sound? we’re gonna use some toys. on- on me though, on daddy.” 

you’re surprised at how many pings fill the air when jisung finishes talking, tips raining in by the second. jisung’s most loyal fans must tip him no matter what he decides to do, and it’s honestly very commendable. you can understand their interest in him easily. he’s easy to like, easy to fall for. that heart-shaped smile and kind eyes are to die for, but jisung when he’s overcome with pleasure is something else to reckon with entirely. 

jisung doesn’t know the toys you’ve picked out for him, so he’s in for a surprise and a treat. his favorite hitachi wand is a sure fire way to get him sniveling and whining in no time. the squirting dildo is another one of his favorites; he always turns so slutty when you fill him up with cum. 

you’re not going to start off with either one just yet, giddy and excited with the prospect of mentally keeping jisung on his toes. you use your hands first, massaging the thigh closest to you that you slapped just a few moments ago. jisung bites his bottom lip, and his head thunks back against the headrest of the chair. 

“daddy’s got such a slutty body,” you coo, immediately noting the way his cock twitches against his belly. you use that as an excuse to wrap your fingers around the leaky head, curling your body towards him and jerking his cock slowly until jisung is nearly growling with want. “look how fucking needy that cock is.”

hanniesuperfan69: H O L Y F U C K

ceebs97: you guys are perfect for each other haha

ceebs97: the way you talk.. wow!

ceebs97: tipped 100 camcoins!

when your fist speeds up on his dick, jisung hums deep in his throat. you can tell he’s close already from the clenching of his abs, but you’re not going to let him have it that easily. you slowly pull your hand away and his breath stutters in his throat. jisung’s hands curl into fists in their binds when you quickly go to touch him again.

“has daddy ever told you how much he likes when i edge his cock like this?” you ask, and you barely spare a glance at the chat. it’s moving so rapidly you’re not sure you’d be able to read any of the comments anyway. “he’s a crybaby, it makes him cry.”

jisung is staying remarkably quiet. he’s let out a few grunts and groans but nothing like he usually does with you. you’re not worried though, you’ll get him there in due time. 

you edge him once more, pressing your thumb roughly against his piss slit before pulling your hand away completely and leaning down to pick up the hitachi wand. you show it to the camera, holding it up so the viewers can see, and the chat goes crazy again.

cat_hyung: oh he’s going to die

bnnygirl111: r u going to use that on him? omg

yong.lixx: i’m starting to think

yong.lixx: you’re evil

yong.lixx: …….

sprb: tipped 650 camcoins!

yong.lixx: i like it

when you turn the wand on, the buzzing clues him in right away, but you don’t give him any time to prepare before you’re pressing the vibrating tip of the wand right under the head of jisung’s cock. 

“fuck! fuck, fuck, oh my god, baby,” jisung grits through his bared teeth. his head tosses back and forth, overcome with pleasure that he can’t escape. he can’t close his legs to lessen the incessant vibrations on his cock, can’t bat your hand away with his own when it gets to be too much. his toes curl and flex in the air. “baby. baby help me, baby. baby, ohmygod, fffffffuh-!” 

“you’re making such sorry noises, daddy, but your legs are still wide open for me,” you coo, slowly circling the wand right under jisung’s steadily leaking tip. 

he’s back to frantically trying to grind his hips against the wand, so solely focused on the pleasure you’re giving him that he can’t hold back his pitiful whimpers and erotic keens. it’s so cute how wiggly he is, even in the confines of his ties, and you know what’ll make him even squirmier. 

you switch the wand from your right hand to your left so that you can reach down to the plug that’s nestled in jisung’s ass and toy with it. jisung freezes, toes curling and back bowing as you lightly tug at the jeweled end of the plug. you’re not using enough force to slide it out yet, just testing the give of his puckered rim. when you do finally put a little more strength behind your tugging, the plug slips slowly from his clenched hole, but you make sure to stop it where the fattest part of the plug stretches him wide. 

when you look up, jisung’s chin is quivering and there’s drool seeping down it. you wish you could see his eyes, but you know they’re tightly shut behind the blindfold. you angle your wrist toward his body again and look down just in time to see jisung’s hole suck the plug back snugly inside. 

“oh my god,” you breathe. “your greedy little hole didn’t wanna let it go! ‘s that right, daddy? is your hole greedy?” 

“yesyesyessss, baby, yes,” jisung chants. 

“yes what? i can’t understand what you’re saying if you don’t speak in full sentences.” 

“yes, it’s greedy! my hole’s so- so greedy, oh my god, fuck me. fuck me, baby.” you do it again, pulling the plug halfway out and watching his hole struggle around the thickest part. jisung’s hands twist in his restraints, his stomach caves in so deeply you can see his ribs, and you know he’s about to cum. his rim sucks the plug all the way inside once more, and right when his hole clenches shut around the plug, you bring the wand away from his cock. 

jisung wails, legs haphazardly kicking in the air. he searches for friction on his needy cock as he humps up into nothing. 

quokkass: i’ve never heard him sound like this 😵‍💫

cat_hyung: tipped 1,000 camcoins!

XxOmegaxX: fuck he’s so desperate for it

bnnygirl111: omg daddy’s actually a whore?? 

user_673: pls flex your toes again i’m cumming

quokkass: i bet he sounds even sluttier in person 

your boyfriend’s wails turn into pitiful whimpers when you finally slip the plug fully from his ass. his hole gapes for a moment before winking shut, but you quickly abandon the plug on the desk so you can spread his asscheek for the camera. jisung bites his bottom lip as your nails dig into the fat of his ass. he loves the burn, wants you to grip him even harder. 

when you bend over to pick up your last toy, you’re genuinely stunned still for a moment at the ferocity his viewers send in their tips. 

it’s nothing too crazy, just jisung’s absolute favorite, girthy squirting dildo, but the chat goes wild for it. jisung still has no clue you’re holding anything other than the hitachi wand, and you can tell he’s getting antsy on the other side of you. you know how much he hates to wait after he’s been filled up once; he’s a size queen, he wants to be stuffed full of your cock right away once he’s gotten a little taste of it. 

you make no move to use the dildo on him just yet, settling instead on lubing up your fingers and bullying three inside his already stretched hole for good measure. the curl of your fingers is mean, rubbing ruthlessly against his prostate. 

“oh! oh-oh-oh, h-holy fuck, oh my-!” jisung stutters. 

“daddy’s wet like a girl,” you coo, ignoring the cramping of your fingers in order to push your sweetheart to the edge again. you can tell by the way his balls tense that he’s getting there, but you don’t want him to cum just yet. 

your fingers are even meaner when they slip from the warm, wet clutch of his ass to slap harshly at his tight balls. jisung’s shout gets caught in his throat before it can even fully leave his mouth, and his head bows back sharply until it’s smacking against the headrest of his chair. his tight, little balls have so much cum to give you, and the more you slap at them the redder they get. 

a long, low whine is streaming from jisung’s bitten lips until he picks his head up again to frantically nod in your direction. 

“yesyesyesyesyes, more, please more. hurt me baby, hurt me. please- it, fuck, it feels s-s-so good like that, baby.” 

with a mean, fleeting squeeze to jisung’s sac, you bring your dirty hand to his lips to shut him up. jisung sucks the mess from your fingers like he lives for it, bobbing his head and gagging himself on your digits. your cunt’s dripping, pussy aching almost unbearably at this point of your stream. you’d be turned around and humping the corner of the wooden kitchen chair if you didn’t have an audience, and jisung would cum his brains out watching. 

when you pull your fingers from his mouth, he chases after them and grins dazedly when you lightly slap at his cheek with your wet fingers before pulling them away to pick up the dildo. 

the bottle of lube is nearly empty when you pour a dollop onto your fingers use spread it up and down the toy. the squelch of your hand jerking off the dildo has jisung’s head perking up in curiosity, but it doesn’t last for long when you finally press the head of the cock at jisung’s waiting hole. 

“oh my god. fuck me with it,” jisung slurs. “fuck me with it, please don’t ma- make me wait anymore! i need it so fucking bad, baby, please please please.” 

he’s so relaxed that you can slip it inside easily. you don’t want to make him wait anymore, he’s exceeded every single one of your expectations for this stream and more. jisung’s hole blossoms sweetly around the girth of the toy, and his moans immediately rise in pitch when you fuck it balls deep. 

jisung takes cock like a champ. he wriggles in place when you strong arm your thrusts, fucking the cutest little uh-uh-uhs out of his mouth. 

you’re missing one thing though, something you don’t want to continue the stream without anymore, and your empty hand caresses the plush side of jisung’s face before gently peeling off his blindfold. his eyes blink dazedly at you before his head falls to the side to nuzzle sweetly against your fingers. you lean into each other as best you can, jisung’s full nelson position making it hard for him to move in his chair, but he craves the contact now that he can see again. 

the pace of your hand picks up again, jamming the dildo repeatedly into the soft insides of jisung’s body. 

“look up, sweetie. watch me fuck you, okay? watch yourself take it for me,” you coo. the sight on the screen is to die for. jisung’s teary eyes gaze into the monitor, and his mouth drops open to moan as he watches his hole be impaled on his favorite cock. he’s so out of it, eyes rolling and nearly fluttering shut every time he focuses his gaze on the screen. “can you see the comments, hannie? they love seeing their daddy so fucked out. tell him, tell him now that he can see.” 

the amount of tips that suddenly ping throughout the speakers has jisung’s back arching. his eyes are too bleary to see the small viewer count in the corner of his screen, but he can make out the blurry length of the number, and it’s exorbitant. 

newcomer: he takes cock so well

yong.lixx: hannie 

yong.lixx: your noises are 

yong.lixx: so precious and 

yong.lixx: loud 

babygirl16: who knew daddy loved slutting himself out like this... i can’t believe this is the same hannie we’ve been watchin for so long >< 

cat_hyung: so pretty getting fucked 

cat_hyung: takes dick like he was made for it 

cat_hyung: were you made for it, hm, hannie?

“thank you, thank you, i was made for it,” jisung slurs, but he directs his attention to you. “was made for you, please, will you make me cum? will you- will you cum in me? ‘ve been good, i’ve been s-so good, baby, please?” 

he has been. he’s the best little boy you’ve ever had, ever will have, and he begs so sweetly. you couldn’t deny him any longer even if you wanted to. 

you lean up in your chair and pick up the discarded hitachi wand. jisung’s toes point and his hands curl into fists when you press it against his cock and turn it on while still fucking him with the dildo. thank goodness you’ve played like this before because it requires more coordination that most might think. 

“that’s it,” he wheezes. his eyebrows draw up and he looks at you with glassy eyes. “that’s it, that’s it please. ‘m cumming, y’re gonna… make… me… cum.” 

jisung’s breath leaves him in an instant as his body locks, cum shooting in thick ropes out of the slit of his cock. you time it perfectly, pressing the dildo all the way inside of him and gripping its balls so that the synthetic cum floods his hole as he cums too. when his breath comes back to him, he keens long and it peters off into a soft whimper. you don’t turn the wand off until his cock is softening, and you slowly slide the dildo out of his hole after setting the wand down. the toy slips from his hole with a wet noise, and jisung hiccups. 

his hole pulses rhythmically, so empty after being full of cock for so long. 

“gave you so much cum, baby, didn’t i?” jisung nods his head at your question. “push it out now. let ‘em see how i creampied daddy’s hole.” 

you reach down to his asscheek again and spread it with the grip of your fingers. the sight of jisung’s hole working to push your cum out has your mouth watering. 

“push. push, baby, there you go. look at that!” 

jisung whimpers when his hole finally starts to ooze the viscous cum you fed it. it leaks down the crack of his ass and onto the computer chair underneath him, but that’s for you to worry about later. 

when you finally look up at the screen, the chat is moving so fast you can’t read anything in it. you’re done though, wanting to turn the stream off and look after your precious, nut-dazed boyfriend. 

“alright, i think it’s time for us to go now, everyone. i need to take care of my sweetie… look at him. say ‘goodbye,’ daddy,” you direct at jisung. 

“goodbye, daddy,” jisung jokes, still somehow present enough to crack a silly joke even though his head is lolling against his shoulder. he wiggles his foot in an imitation of a wave, and you immediately move to turn off the stream, not bothering to try and read any goodbye messages from his viewers. 

the second the stream ends and his laptop is shut for good measure, you snap your mask off and slowly start to untie him from the ropes. jisung groans once he’s finally able to set his legs on the ground, and you focus on massaging his calves and his thighs to work the feeling back into them. he twists his hands back and forth and stretches his arms above his head now that he’s able to move them as well. it takes an act of congress to get him out of his messy desk chair; jisung is limp like a wet noodle and clingy in his headspace. 

you help him to the bed, gripping his hands and shouldering his weight when his knees wobble with unuse, and when he finally flops down onto his unmade bed, you pick up the a&d ointment from his nightstand so you can massage it into his wrists and ankles where he was previously bound. 

jisung watches you with glassy eyes. watches you care for him, watches you love him. he follows your instructions easily as you help him sit up to slowly drink the bottle of water you’d left on his nightstand earlier too. you hold the bottle in place as he gulps the water down, and his heart nearly triples in size when you coo as he spills rivulets down his chin, wiping the water away with a gentle thumb. 

you’re both still naked when jisung curls against your chest, your careful attention bringing him tenderly back to earth with you where he belongs. he dozes for a few minutes, in and out of a nap since it’s not too late at night, but when he finally lifts his head to look at you, his eyes are clear. 

you nuzzle your nose against his, and he lifts up further to gently bite the tip of yours. 

“jagi,” he murmurs. his voice is rough from how much he was moaning earlier. “jagi, if i don’t taste your pussy on my tongue right now i’ll die. you don’t want me to die, do you?” 

taking care of jisung took you out of your head, you were so focused on him that your arousal immediately took a backseat to the sweet boy in your arms. 

but it’s back with a vengeance. your cunt pulses at jisung’s words, reminding you quickly just how worked up you were not even a full thirty minutes prior. your pussy aches, clit almost buzzing with need. 

both of you move at the same time, jisung scooting his body down the pillow so he lays flat on the bed and you saddling your legs over his chest so you’re straddling it. his greedy hands grip your thighs and knead at your ass while you situate yourself comfortably on top of him. 

“fuck, baby, i can smell it. just sit down, come here. please, use my mouth to cum. i deserve another treat, don’t i? come on, come on, come on. baaaaby, yes.” 

his words are muffled when you finally put your weight on him, and you tug up on the mound of your cunt so you can get a better look at jisung’s content face. his eyes have fluttered closed, and his lips smack away at your soaked cunt like it really is the best treat he’s ever had. the second his tongue touches you, you know you’re not going to last long. jisung works wonders with his mouth, with his deft little tongue and sneaky little nose. 

“‘m gonna- hump your- your face, oh my god,” you cry. your hips buck against his mouth, and he moans his ascent. jisung’s strong hands grip your ass to help you grind, jiggling the fat and caressing the small of your back. it’s over when his hands move again to grab you right where your asscheeks meet your thighs, pulling at the skin so your pussy and your asshole spread for him. he wiggles his fat little tongue against your pudgy, swollen clit, and you cum with a cry. 

your knees try to kiss closed around his head, but you force your legs to spread wide so he can lick you into overstimulation. 

jisung laughs his goofy ha-ha-ha laugh when you plop down, loose limbed, beside him. he tastes like you when you kiss him, and you can’t help but curl your fingers into his hair as you lick your taste from his mouth. you’re both sweating; the aircon kicking on has you both shivering, and you quickly burrow under the covers together for warmth, sweaty, fluid-covered limbs and all. 

you know that’s the last thing on jisung’s mind when he wriggles himself into your space and nuzzles his face against your clammy chest, kissing tenderly over your heart. 

[milkteabinniechan]

Living with Chan

You give Chan little kisses. You wake him up in the morning and bring him coffee. Getting back into bed with him so you can drink it together. You love grocery shopping with him. You pick out fruits and vegetables. Putting too many snacks and junk food in the cart and he gives you a stern look. You have warm summer nights with him where you sit outside together and the world just quiets for a while. And it's just the sound of the two of you.

You let him drive so you can recline your seat and play your music. You agree to let him play his playlist on the ride home. You hold his hand while he drives until he needs to turn and takes his hand back, but only for a moment. Then his hand is right back in yours. You sing loudly and Chan just listens and hums along. He loves the sound of you truly enjoying yourself. Your laughter, your joy. It's better than any song he's ever heard.

a/n: just some fluff about my favorite guy. Nothing too long or in depth. Just what was on my mind. <3

[dwaekkicidal]

𓆩Shy Boyfriend Seungmin𓆪

gn!reader | fighting my demons (my wips) so take this brainrot until I can post something longer :3 MDNI!! smut/NSFW below the cut

Shy bf Seungmin who can’t hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds when you first start dating, constantly looking to the side or down at the ground when he talks to you

Shy bf Seungmin who almost takes off the first time you hold hands, shoving the cuff from his sweater on his free hand against his lips to hide his smile (🙁) and prevent himself from screaming like a lunatic

Shy bf Seungmin who always is sly when it comes to buying you things

Shy bf Seungmin who carefully watches your every move at the mall and waits until your back is to him to take pictures of things you linger on for too long or things you straight up show him and tell him that you like

Shy bf Seungmin who sneaks gifts instead of just handing them to you; sliding them into any bags or drawers he knows you go into at least once a day or putting them on the table the split second you look away

Shy bf Seungmin who keeps an extra blanket and hoodie of his in areas you two frequent just in case you get cold so he can say “Oh, I left my sweater here last time. You can use it.” or so he can ‘coincidentally’ find a blanket in a cabinet that nobody ever goes into and silently drape it over you before acting like nothing happened

Shy bf Seungmin who can’t find it in himself to be comfortable with pda in front of the others, but will “accidentally” brush his hands against yours or will “accidentally” leave something in the now vacant practice room that he needs your help in finding

Shy bf Seungmin who then drags you to the very entrance of the room, steal a kiss, then walks out and goes "Oh, never mind, it was in my pocket."

Shy bf Seungmin who freezes in place and turns red in the face when you eventually bring up taking things a step further

Shy bf Seungmin who can’t help but be timid during your first time together, his face a bright red the entire time

Shy bf Seungmin who is still hesitant and soft with his touches, even months/a year into the relationship

Shy bf Seungmin who is secretly ecstatic can’t help but choke on his spit when you ask him to be rougher in bed next time

Suddenly less shy bf Seungmin who sits you down to discuss kinks you want to try and has you decide on a safeword

Suddenly less shy bf Seungmin who doesn’t exactly tell you what he likes, but you can see the sides of his lips twitch at certain things you list

Suddenly less shy bf Seungmin who, next time you’re in bed together, repeatedly asks you if you’re sure. So much so that you almost take it back

Not so shy bf Seungmin who will suddenly grab your throat, squeezing the sides expertly and pinning you down to the bed after you convince him you’re sure

Not so shy bf Seungmin who eases you into degradation by making you beg for his dick to be in you and calling you things like his "pretty little slut"

Not so shy bf Seungmin who bullies his dick into you, hushing you with his fingers down your throat when you start to get too loud

Not so shy bf Seungmin who folds you into any position he knows of that will get him as deep into you as possible and pull the prettiest cries from your lips

Not so shy bf Seungmin who tells you to “Take it, like a good pup” when you cry out that he's so deep and it's too much, but not before reminding you that there’s a safeword in place

Not so shy bf Seungmin who laughs when you don’t use it, teasing you about how much of a slut you are for enjoying this

Not so shy bf Seungmin who grips your chin and forcefully makes you hold eye contact with him as he pummels into you when you shy away from his gaze

Not so shy bf Seungmin who threatens to tie you down and overstimulate you when you almost cum without his permission

Not so shy bf Seungmin whose dick twitches against your walls when he catches sight of tears on your face as he fucks you through your orgasm

Not so shy bf Seungmin who pats your cheek with his fingertips when he’s close to cumming and tells you to “Take it all. Every last drop.”

Not so shy bf Seungmin who gives you the CRAZIEST orgasm(s) of your life to then, two seconds later when it’s all over, shower you with kisses and praises 

Shy bf Seungmin who gives you the best aftercare ever, cleaning you up, hand feeding you food, and holding up your water for you while you take sips

Shy bf Seungmin who gives the warmest cuddles after the fact, holding you close and massaging your skin while he presses soft kisses to your lips, face, and hairline (and needing some of these for himself) until you’re both normal again

Shy bf Seungmin who needs reassurance when he holds you close, wanting to make sure you enjoyed it as much as he did and that he didn’t actually hurt you

Shy bf Seungmin who now has newfound confidence in bed. Not as fragile with his touches and no longer shy of eye contact, even in more vanilla sessions

Shy bf Seungmin who, even after all this, blushes like crazy and stutters when your lips sneak his a kiss near his members the next day

[cheeseceli]

Won't let go

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin × Gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: headcanons, fluff

Prompt: "I swear to God when I come home I'll hold you so close, I'll never let go"

Warnings: Hyunjin is an idol, reader lives in Korea with him (no nationality mentioned)

A/n: you have never seen hyunjin and James Arthur in the same place | join the 1k event!

Lately, Hyunjin has been smiling a lot whenever he's at the airport, just a few hours from home

And he swears he loves his job, he really does, but he also admits he doesn't like everything that comes with it

And one of the things he dislikes was being away from home for so long

Away from you

That's precisely the reason why paparazzi and fans always see him smiling after landing in Korea after a tour or outside promos

Because he's so close from seeing you again

He can barely contain all his excitement

He's always at the front, bodyguards and staff constantly reminding him of walking slowly

And then he enters the car and I almost feel bad for his designated driver

He's often asking how long it will take to reach the destination, what time it is, if the driver can go to some shortcuts, if it's really needed to stop at the gas station...

The driver might as well start speeding just to get rid of him already

Of course, he asked to stop by at your place

It honestly surprised the members how he was able to jump out of the car so fast without tripping like he did

And in less than 5 seconds he was already at your doorstep, knocking at the door unafraid of your neighbours who were already sleeping

And in less than 5 seconds you opened the door

You barely had the time to see him as he hugged you tighter than you thought it was possible

That's how you both spent the following minutes: tears falling from your eyes as you realised how much you missed his warmth and his face buried in the crook of your neck, wishing he could actually merge with you

Those are the moments where no one hears a word from Hyunjin for the next three days or so

The company, the fans and even his members wouldn't know anything about his whereabouts

When he finally comes home to you, the only thing he wants to do is to be around you to try and compensate for all the time he's been away

And if it was up to him, he would never let go

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warnings: IGNORE THAT THIS IS OVER 2 MONTHS LATE, readers gender is not talked about and neither is their specific genitalia, not proofread, penetration, praise, tiniest bit of degradation ? yeonjun comes early, this drabble is a little softer than the rest, probably shorter too.

"jun you promised !"

"I-i know, baby ! but i just love you s'much," your boyfriend panted out as he whimpered above you, eyes squeezed shut while his teeth had a firm grip on his puffy bottom lip. "can't get enough of you- fuckk"

It was only meant to be cock warming. yeonjun swore on it. but of course all promises and "cross my heart"s had gone straight out the window as soon as he felt you clench around his tip. and after a few minutes of begging you were quickly flipped onto your back while your boyfriend pushed his hips into yours at a pathetically shaky pace.

"you feel s'good" he slurred, hands tightening around the bedsheets whilst you watched him rut into you with a shit eating grin plastered across your face. "wanna— MMm ! wanna be like this forever hah~ "

"yeah ? better keep going then pretty, you wanna make me feel good don't you ?" you taunted and clenched around him, knowing full well that in a minute he'd be slobbering into your chest and you'd be the one moving his hips for him.

yeonjun nodded eagerly, whines and whimpers passing through his shiny lips as his hips trembled. "yes, yes ! want to— wanna make you feel good ! love you s'much I always wan' you to feel good !"

you chuckled and let your head drop back against the pillow, letting yourself appreciate the irregular rhythm yet pleasurable sensation of his thrusts. "mmm fuck,, just like that." you encouraged him. loving the way his swollen tip nudged against your gummy spot.

as he kept up with his motions you couldn't help but grind your hips into him, your breath jumping with every touch he gave you. it only took a few more minutes until his elbows were wobbling either side of your head.

you cooed, traces of fake sympathy lining your tone. "tired out already ? c'mon, you can do better than that. I know you're not this pathetic, jun."

"sorry, 'm sorry ! love you s'much ! you jus' feel s'good wrapped around me—!"

you felt his breath hitch against the skin of your neck, he whined at the way you squeezed his cock so nicely as he jerked his hips for the last time, high pitched mewls filling your head as he came inside of you.

you lay still for a few moments before looking down at yeonjun's fucked out face. "did you seriously come already ?"

with no answer from him you laughed softly.

"turn around and lay on your back. 'm gonna ride you."

despite how far gone he already looked, your words had him scrambling to roll onto his back. and when you sunk down onto his dick he swore he almost came again, balls tightening as he whimpered out curses and clenched his fists.

"you good, pretty ?"

"fuck— please move ! you're so tight 'nd warm, baby." he begged, his warm hands landing on your waist for something to grip. you smiled, starting to bounce lightly on top of him as he stared up at you with his glossy eyes. so pretty.

"I can feel you twitching 'nside of me, jun. you gonna come early again ?" you spoke through pleasure filled sighs, ignoring the way he squirmed beneath you.

yeonjun let out a dry sob at your teasing. his hands gripped your waist tightly, fingers digging almost painfully into the fat around your hips as he watched himself disappear inside you over and over again.

"gonna— gonna c-come ! love you ! love you s'much !"

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♫: Seven, Jungkook // Lovefool, The Cardigans // I only want to be with you, Tommy february6

“In which Yeonjun is more than willing to show you the lengths he’ll go for you.”

yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, inspired by “Seven” mv, fluff, angst, smut

Word count: 10.6K

warnings: don’t take this story seriously pls. it’s ridiculous. yj is clingy. and emotional. and a bit pathetic. the mc is avoidant… and a bit of a bitch ! Lack of communication smh, a bit toxic if u squint ur eyes but it’s supposed to be cute idk (seven mv type toxic skdjdj) yj is a frat boy & a himbo (pick a struggle, pls), arguing, mc has acrylic nails, use of the phrase “boyfriend-girlfriend” bc i’m obsessed w it

smut warnings: mean dom!mc, sub!yj, (mentions of dom!yj) service top!yj, unprotected sex, manhandling (m. rec), hairpulling, name calling, (bitch, stupid, slut, etc) pet names (baby, good boy), dry humping, biting, marking, scent kink (?), scratching, dumbification, dacryphilia, forced orgasm (kinda), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, yj rambles. a lot. breast play, handjob, humiliation, creampie, subspace, implied oral (f. rec) (lemme know if i should add anything!)

Notes: fucking hate arguing with men w/ pretty puppy eyes like i will fuck the shit outta y-

Yeonjun hates when you’re mad at him. It makes him feel guilty and leaves him with a gross feeling in his stomach, pouty and annoying as his friends are always left to deal with the mess. 

It doesn’t happen often— he tries his hardest not to make you mad, always saying yes and going above and beyond with you— he loves to please you and make you happy, which is exactly why it hits harder when you look at him like you never want to see him again. 

“I don’t want to see you around, don’t talk to me!”

But sometimes, he just can’t help it. 

He seriously doesn’t know what he did wrong— there were no anniversaries forgotten, no plans he stood you up on, no petty arguments— and yet, here he sits, sinking into his couch and burrowed in blankets as his friends try to get him to come out of his cocoon, all with no success.

“Is she mad at you again?” Beomgyu asks, his voice muffled despite sitting on top of Yeonjun— literally, he couldn’t feel his legs— and he hears him groan at the sight of Yeonjun nodding under the mass of blankets, cursing quietly to himself and undoubtedly rolling his eyes, “dude, what did you do?”

“I don’t knowww,” Yeonjun cries out, throwing the blankets off him and onto Beomgyu as he whines— he watches as Beomgyu flails about for a second, running his hands through his hair as he continues to stress about you, “she— she said she didn’t wanna see me again, but I miss her…”

“Fuck, she’s probably just saying that because she wants space— dude, are you crying?”

“What if she was breaking up with me?” Yeonjun asks, and Beomgyu is amazed to see the way his wide eyes are welling up with tears; god, he’s actually crying now, the sight childish and unhinged as he watches his (older) friend sniffle and hiccup through his sentences, “what if— what if she— she, she, she really meant it— god, I don’t wanna break up, I don’t even know what I did wronggg!”

“Okay, okay,” Beomgyu grimaces, watching the way his friend breaks down before his eyes; his hand is stiff and awkward as it pats Yeonjun’s back, trying his best to comfort him, wincing at the way Yeonjun only cries harder, “It’s… probably nothing, I’m sure she’ll talk to you again tomorrow, or once she’s calmed down.”

“You think?” Yeonjun asks, peeking through his hands and up at Beomgyu with sparkling eyes, full of hope as Beomgyu can only crack a nervous smile.

“Yeah,” he says, patting Yeonjun’s back again in reassurance, “Yeah— just, be patient, okay?”

Patient is the last word one would use to describe Yeonjun. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

MONDAY

This is it. 

Yeonjun has been waiting all weekend for this moment (Or just Sunday, to be more accurate), restless on his feet as he finds himself pacing back and forth— he’s nibbling at his lip nervously, arms sore and tired from the weight of the gift he holds in his hands; a bouquet of your favorite flowers, pristine and in full bloom— it’s large and quite heavy as it practically covers his face, but Yeonjun knew that a small bouquet would do nothing to show his love for you. 

He would try to talk to you as soon as your class ended. He needed to know what he did wrong, and he sure as hell would not do it again. You didn’t text him after the argument, and it only left him uneasy at the thought of you really wanting to end things.

He didn’t want to lose you. Not like this. 

Admittedly, he got a bit ahead of himself— he’s been waiting outside for the past half hour, arriving much too early as he stood out in the hall awkwardly— at some point, he tried peeking into the small, rectangular window next to the door, hunched over slightly and pouting as he scanned the room for you. 

When he spotted you, he was delighted to see you had already been looking at him. 

He couldn’t contain the wide smile that stretched across his face, waving at you excitedly in hopes you’d do the same— unable to realize that the whole class was now looking at him, he was confused to watch the way your face screwed up into an expression of sheer embarrassment, shielding your face with your hand and looking away as some students began following his line of sight. 

Why did you do that? You were ignoring him, and it hurt like a bitch as Yeonjun frowned. His mind was racing as he began wondering what he might’ve done wrong— he was so focused, in fact, that he failed to notice the professor blocking his view, his reaction time much too slow as his eyes flickered up to meet the man’s gaze. Flustered, he backed away quickly, his face heating up as he bowed in apology— he hugged the bouquet close to his chest as he did, mumbling out a soft sorry the man probably couldn’t even hear. 

You, on the other hand, could hear the way your professor laughed at Yeonjun’s actions, absolutely mortified by the way he turned around and began to joke to the class, saying that “It looks like someone here has an admirer,” whilst looking in your direction, your classmates laughing along before he went back to his lecture.

Shit, this was so embarrassing. 

Yeonjun is so fucking stupid, you cry to yourself, peeking over at the doorway in hopes that he took the hint and left— but no, he definitely didn’t, because you could still see his figure through the window, leaning against the wall and holding an item the size of his whole upper body close to his chest. 

The last thing you wanted to do was go outside and see him— but that’s exactly what happened anyway, even if you lingered behind once class ended in hopes that Yeonjun would get impatient and wait— patience was never his strongest virtue, after all. 

But for you, anything could change. 

This is exactly why you find him outside the door, face hidden with what is, to your surprise, a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

Fuck, you seriously don’t want to talk to him right now. Gritting your teeth, you use this moment to sneak past him, a slight guilt tugging at you as you look back, spotting the way he seems oblivious to the fact that you’ve left already. 

Looking back was your first mistake.

Because Yeonjun, in a truly creepy fashion, is almost able to sense it, whipping his head to you and perking up at the way you only walk faster— then begin sprinting, refusing to look back again once he starts chasing after you. 

“Baby,” you hear him call out to you, the ridiculous rustling of his bouquet slightly muffling his words as his footsteps thud against the tiles; for an athlete, you’d expect him to catch up to you already, but you quietly pat yourself on the back for the slight head start you gave yourself. 

“Baby, wait!” he continues to yell, ignoring the strange stares from those passing by, “Please, let me talk to you!” 

“I don’t wanna talk!” you growl out, your emotions taking over as you remember why you’re mad at him, “leave me alone!”

You’re outside now; you’re a huffing and sweaty mess, but you refuse to slow down for even a second, the threat of Yeonjun hot on your heels fueling your stamina. 

“Can you please tell me what I did wrong?” He yells, exasperated as he watches you run off the sidewalk— you’re attempting to lose him, but countless running drills and morning runs have prepared him for this moment— without a second thought, he’s following you, attempting to peek over his— inconveniently large, he must admit— bouquet, watching the way you simply continue to run, glancing back every once in a while to see if he’s still there. 

“Please, can we be civil and talk about this?!” his words have you turning around to send him a glare— instead, you stumble to a stop as you watch Yeonjun trip, eyes widening at the dramatic sight before you. 

He’s fallen flat on his face, a puff of petals blowing up around him as you wince— he’s face-first into whatever’s left of the flowers, the rest of the petals fluttering in the air around him and falling delicately on his figure as you stare, the place eerily silent save for the chirping birds and rustling leaves.

He doesn’t say anything— he doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t even attempt to get up, left splattered all over the grass as you stare at him in slight concern. 

“Yeonjun?” you call out uncertainly, shifting on your feet as you pause. He doesn’t respond— he’s left frozen on the ground, and you’re frowning at the sight as you slowly make your way to him; you approach him slowly, as though you were approaching a wild animal, tense in your movements as you lean in to observe him. 

“Did you die?” you ask quietly, taking in the way he still hasn’t moved. Not an inch. You feel more concerned than you want to admit, crouching down in front of him as you bite your lip in worry. 

“Do you hate me.” the sudden words have you flinching, staring down at Yeonjun, who’s still eating dirt and flowers. You frown, scoffing at the way he weakly reaches out for you— swiftly, you slap his hand, watching the way it flops back onto the ground. 

“No— yes— a little,” you stutter out, angry at the way you bounce between responses just from the mere pathetic sight of him. 

“Can you forgive me?” he asks, the words muffled as it takes you a minute to decipher what he may be saying— you can’t help but roll your eyes at his antics.  

“For what?” you ask, picking a petal off his back absentmindedly as you wait— if he could answer properly, you might consider giving in. 

“For existing.” 

God, Yeonjun was such a sap. It has you biting back a smile as you resist the urge to stroke his hair, mused and riddled with petals from his grand gesture— but his answer was not the one you were looking for, and you’re standing back up and readjusting your clothes without another word. 

“pleaaaaseee,” you hear him whine, watching the way he shrivels up into a ball— then, he’s sitting back on his legs, whipping his head up and looking at you with wide, teary eyes. 

“Please take the flowers with you at least,” he pouts, thrusting the bouquet— or, whatever was left of it— up at you with pleading eyes.

Pressing your lips together, you sigh; a moment passes before you’re taking the gift from him begrudgingly, ignoring the way he perks up happily at your action. 

“I’m still mad at you,” you hiss, and he immediately deflates at your words, “Don’t visit my class like that again. Please.” 

He says nothing, left to watch as you turn your back to him and walk away; he has yet to get up, his heart pounding against his chest as he watches the way you hug the flowers close to you, shaking your head at the state of them. 

This was… progress. 

But you’re still mad at him. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

TUESDAY

Visiting you in class was a big no. 

Visiting you in general, however, wasn’t off-limits.

You don’t want to talk to him? Fine, he can understand. In fact, he won’t talk to you at all— a feat much greater said than done— but hey, he always loved staring at you anyway. 

Well, it’s a little hard to stare by the way you’ve propped up textbooks around your face like a fort. 

He’s staring. He’s still staring. You can practically feel his puppy-eyed gaze burn into your brain telepathically; no matter how hard you try to focus on your work, it’s become damn near impossible with the way you can feel Yeonjun’s presence, your neck beginning to ache from the way you’ve remained ducked down this whole time. 

It was easy to deal with at first; you chose not to do anything the moment you saw Yeonjun emerge from the staircase and onto the top floor of the library— otherwise known as the quietest level. 

He wouldn’t be able to talk to you without disturbing the peace of others— and potentially being asked to leave— so you decided to not make a scene and go back to studying, even when you felt his eyes lock on your figure and beeline to you. 

He sat across from you first. Though, you were quick to move, pretending as though you were looking for a book as you quickly ran away to the other side of the library. You felt the way his eyes followed you the whole time— he looked like a kicked puppy, and damn did that stupid tactic of his always work, because you even felt yourself pausing for a second, wondering if you should give in and talk to him. 

But, you are a horrendously petty person.

You were holed up in some random corner. You didn’t even know there was a table there until today, the spot so secluded and quiet that you silently celebrated getting him off your trail.

It was peaceful— for like, a good ten minutes. 

You didn’t think much of it when you first heard it; footsteps, slow and calculated as they rounded about the bookshelves. You could hear the sound of books being pulled out clear as day, though you chose to ignore it all and keep focus on your assignments instead. 

After a moment, the footsteps disappeared. 

It was back to being completely silent. And, in your bored state, you began to look around the area you were huddled up in; curiously, you allowed yourself to walk around, reading the spines and pulling out books that seemed to pique your interest even slightly. 

There seemed to be another person here as well— maybe it was the same person as before, or maybe it was someone new— you didn’t pay mind to it nonetheless, continuing your journey as your eyes locked in on a particularly colorful book.

Slowly, you pulled it out— on the other side, you watched the book adjacent to yours slowly get pulled out as well, and a smile tugged at your lips at the odd coincidence. 

Then, your eyes met with Yeonjun’s. 

His gaze filled with admiration was only returned with a mean scowl from you. You were quick to shove the book back into its place, storming off to your table without a moment’s hesitation. 

Yeonjun was quickly able to find your hiding spot— one might think you could cry from the way you buried your face into your hands defeatedly, refusing to look up from your dark refuge as the sounds of a chair scraping against the carpeted floors met your ears. 

That’s how you found yourself here, ignoring what people might think as you hide behind your fortress of textbooks. You didn’t feel good staying in a secluded area with Yeonjun— not because you thought he might try to do anything— but because you were afraid of your own resolve crumbling, especially after you’d spent so much time trying to ignore him. 

You wonder if he’s still here. Who are you kidding, of course he’s still here, though you can’t really bring yourself to check and see for yourself. 

After a while, you hear scribbling sounds. 

You can’t hide the way you jump as a piece of paper hits your head, folded into a perfect heart and landing in front of you with a dull thud. 

Open me :( it says, and though you wish you could say you were strong enough to ignore it, you definitely aren’t.

Can you pls let me look at u at least?

You don’t get much of a moment to process the message. Another paper lands directly in front of you, shaped into a heart and scrawled with the same words as the last— slowly, you open it, dreading what might be written inside this time. 

I miss you so so so so so much. 

You shake your head at his words. Sliding the paper to the side, you ignore his request, choosing to focus on your work instead of giving in to his silly tactics. After a moment, you wonder if you’ll be getting another paper— instead, nothing happens; the sigh of relief you let out is almost comical, your body relaxing a bit as you allow yourself to wonder if he’s finally left. 

That was your second mistake. 

Because after a few minutes, another paper hits you. It’s another heart, and you find that you don’t need to open it this time, the message scrawled on top for easier access. 

I’m sorry. 

Another paper flies over your fortress.

I’m sorry.

Then, another. 

Pls forgive me.

Then another. And another, and another, and another. 

Pls, I hate making you mad. I feel so gross and sad rn. I seriously can’t go a day without you. I miss you sm, pls :(((

You feel like you’re under attack— the way he continues to throw paper after paper is rhythmic and almost impressive, the endless stream of hearts covering your keyboard and forcing you to sweep them to the side after seconds. 

It’s useless to study. How can you, when Yeonjun keeps throwing his apologies at you? It’s stupid and childish and is enough for you to take your textbooks down, your jaw clenched and your eyes pointed in a sharp glare that has Yeonjun pausing in his actions. 

There’s a small pile of hearts next to him. 

Neither of you move— he’s frozen mid-throw, his eyes widening as though he can’t grasp the fact that you’re actually looking at him— even if it’s filled with rage and annoyance. 

Slowly, the corners of his lips curl up— you can’t find it in you to react as he throws the paper in his hands, feeling the way it smacks right onto your forehead before it falls to the table. 

Can I show u how sorry I am??

You don’t seem to think of the consequences as you reach for your bag in the seat next to you— devoid of anything except a few pencils and your hoodie— and throw it at him, watching the way he yelps in surprise, your bag spilling out it’s few contents all over the floor. The sound is enough to have the people around you glancing at your table, curious or angry at the sound of the ruckus. 

You’re worked up and huffing as you watch Yeonjun scramble to gather the spilled contents of your bag, watching as he stutters out whispered apologies between his actions. 

“Excuse me,” the hand on your shoulder is firm as you twist your head to look at the librarian, your expression falling at the realization of what you’ve just done. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” 

Whipping your head around, you meet eyes with a sheepish and guilty Yeonjun, gritting your teeth as he holds out your bag for you to take. 

Wordlessly, you snatch it from him, shoving your computer and the rest of your items into it before you’re turning around to face the librarian; you whisper out a soft “I’m so sorry” as you bow in apology, waiting for her to leave before you’re facing Yeonjun again. 

I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, he mouths to you, though you ignore it all as you choose to whack his shoulder with your very-full bag instead; the pained whimper he lets out has you gritting your teeth in irritation, watching the way he pouts up at you as he rubs his arm pathetically. 

“Don’t pull this shit again,” you hiss out, storming off before he can get another word out. 

There goes all his progress. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

WEDNESDAY

Today has been an oddly nice day.

It’s nice— too nice, you wonder, pondering what may be different enough to have you walking with a smile on your face, appreciating the beautiful weather in a light mood. 

A guy your age is leaning against a tree up ahead. He holds a bouquet of roses, and you smile at the way he seems to be passing one out to every person that passes him. That’s so sweet, you think to yourself, and you can’t help the way your stomach twists in anticipation the moment his eyes meet yours. 

“Would you like a rose?” he asks you, his blond hair shining under the sunlight as he sends you a bright smile— you don’t hesitate to say yes, taking the flower from him with a cute thank you! 

The flower is in full bloom as you twirl it between your fingers absentmindedly. The smile on your face is seemingly permanent as you make your way to your favorite cafe, though as you think back to the interaction, you can’t help but wonder if you know that man from somewhere.

It isn’t until you stop at a crosswalk that you notice it— there’s a tag on the rose, and though you initially thought it was just a price tag, you realize that it’s something else; pausing before you cross the street, you take a moment to tilt your head and read it, feeling your jaw drop as your brain registers the words in disbelief. 

Yeonjun says he’s sorry.

“What the fuck,” you mutter to yourself, ripping it off without hesitation and shoving it into your pocket— you definietly recognize the man from earlier, you realize— that was Hueningkai!

You roll your eyes at Yeonjun’s weak ploy to talk to you— you can’t help the way it leaves you irritated as you stand in line to order, trying your best to recite your regular order to the barista with a smile on your face, the man before you giving you a dimpled smile before he’s off to make it.

By the time you get your order, you’ve calmed down— you’re quick to exit and make your way back towards campus, using this small break between classes to study again. (without Yeonjun around, hopefully.) 

Your fingers are absentminded as you trace over the printed sticker on the side of the cup that has your order printed on it, glancing down at the text before you take another sip. 

Yeonjun is really sorry.

…What? 

You were more unnerved than anything. The lengths Yeonjun had gone through to communicate almost concerned you, though all you could do at this point was rip the sticker off and shove it in your pocket, ignoring it like the other one. You wracked your mind for answers as you began to wonder if you had seen that barista anywhere else, and after a moment, you settled on the vague conclusion that you think you’ve seen him in Yeonjun’s frat house before. 

He’s so annoying, you sigh to yourself, rubbing at your temples as you fear an upcoming headache. 

You’re startled back to life at the sight of a puppy running up to you— you’re frowning at the sight, unsure of what to do as it stops right at your feet, jumping up on you and barking excitedly— almost like it recognized you— squinting, you observe the dog. 

Oh god, you think to yourself, realizing with dread that you do recognize this damn dog.

“Matcha, who let you out,” you huff, leaning down to scoop the tiny dog into your arms— in the distance, you can see someone running in your direction, though you choose to ignore it as you notice Matcha’s brand new collar. 

Yeonjun misses you more than anything. 

The words are wrapped around his collar, leaving you to throw your head back and groan at the sight; the footsteps are much louder than before, and you’re looking forward again as you spot yet another familiar face. 

“Beomgyu,” you sneer, shoving Matcha into his awaiting hands. All he can do is laugh sheepishly, muttering out what a coincidence! Petting Matcha, he pauses, giving you an expectant look that only leaves you confused.

“Could you forgive him?”

“Go away!” you say in return, weaving out of his way and practically running off to the library; you can hear Matcha barking at you, though you choose to ignore it as Beomgyu’s calls of your name fuel you further. 

You feel out of breath by the time you finally enter the library, finding the nearest help desk and beginning to rummage through your bag for any books you need renewed— the librarian simply smiles at you patiently as he waits, adjusting his glasses before he quickly turns around to get something— by the time he’s back, you’ve laid out your books for him, thanking him quietly as you watch him renew them quickly.

When he slides them back towards you, you frown— there’s a bookmark on top of your small stack of books, laminated and shiny under the lights as you pick it up to get rid of the glare— reading it, you can already feel the need to tear it, though it seems as this cheeky worker is already one step ahead of you. 

Yeonjun just wants to talk to you again.

Three ways to better communication in a relationship:

The glare you send the worker— Taehyun, his name tag reads— is lethal, though he doesn’t seem to be affected by it as he simply sends you an innocent smile. Without another word, you gather your books, shoving them into your bag as you turn to leave.

“Ignoring him won’t solve anything,” he calls out quietly, though you don’t seem to appreciate the advice by the way you don’t even bother to turn back and react. Instead, you walk right back out, storming home as you type on your phone furiously. 

my baby :((

stop using others to relay messages damn it!!!

my baby :((

and don’t use matcha against me you loser!!!!!!

Through his end, Yeonjun is just happy that you’re texting him— though, the mean name is not much appreciated. 

Choi Yeonjun. 

can you pls let me talk to you instead?

You don’t bother opening the notification. 

That was your third mistake.

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

THURSDAY

Today has been relatively peaceful. You have yet to be bothered today— no Yeonjun, no Matcha, and certainly none of his friends. 

Maybe because he was aware of your plans today; you did tell him a while ago about your reunion with one of your friends, always chatting his ear off about how excited you were to finally see her again—it slightly warms your heart to know that he actually listens to you.

Well. Most of the time. 

“You’re fighting right now?” Tzuyu asks, leaning forward in her seat with wide eyes. You didn’t expect this sudden change of topic, but you can only nod grimly in response, watching as she sighs in dismay at your situation. 

“Wow, you guys never fight— at least, not to this level,” she’s deep in thought over your relationship as she frowns, crossing her arms over her chest as she stares down at her empty plate— you both chose to forgo dessert, and now you wait patiently for your check.

“Well, what are you guys even fighting about?” 

“It’s just—“ you’re cut off by your server placing the check in between the two of you, thanking him with a smile on your face before you’re freezing; you’re unsure of what to make of the plate that he places before you, stuttering out unintelligible sentences that you didn’t order… whatever this was. 

“Free of charge,” the man says, before bowing politely and scurrying away; you’re barely able to get a word out before you huff in defeat, looking back at the treat in front of you as you take in Tzuyu’s amused laughter.

“What?” you ask, frowning as you watch her turn the plate towards you— you’re left a bit speechless by what you see, mouth falling open as your brain attempts to comprehend how you should react to this. 

It’s dessert— well, more specifically, three full scoops of ice cream, the caramel drizzle and other toppings decorating it to make it look like a cat; more specifically, a sad cat. All along the plate, more caramel drizzle decorates it to form a sentence. 

I miss you. Please, talk to me. YJ. 

Your head snaps up in the direction the waiter went in; looking out the small window of the kitchen door, you spot none other than Yeonjun, his eyes widening before he’s ducking out of the way like a deer in headlights. 

“How the fuck did he get back there?!” you cry out, running a hand down your face in disbelief— but no, one more glance back in his direction is enough to catch him peeking at you again, flinching in surprise before he’s ducking out of your sight once more. 

“Who let him in there?” you hiss, placing your head in your hands as Tzuyu merely laughs; you ignore the way she begins to dig into the dessert after you express that you won’t touch it, humming happily that it was a sweet gesture. 

A moment’s thought is able to remind you where you are— in Beomgyu’s older brother’s restaurant, of course. 

Defeatedly, you open the checkbook to offer to pay— though the price has your eyes practically bulging out, reading and re-reading the strange excuse of a check this waiter has brought to you. 

Your meal was free. 

The only thing you read on the paper was a poor excuse of Yeonjun replacing the food items with “i miss you”s and “i’m sorry”s, the sight baffling you as Tzuyu turns the check towards her in curiosity. 

“Interesting,” she hums, closing the checkbook before she’s fishing for tip money, “Are you sure you wanna lose a guy like him?”

You take a second to think her question through. 

Yet another mistake on your part. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

FRIDAY

Remembering what happened today is enough to have your head hurting— so, you’ll keep it short.

You were working— working, minding your own business, prey to unsuspecting events— when it happened. 

Fridays were always rush days. Maybe that’s why you didn’t think to pay attention to your surroundings, to the blasting music, the yell of your coworkers calling out drinks and names, or to the endless chatter of the customers around you. 

You should have paid attention— maybe, if you did, you would’ve been able to spare yourself the embarrassment— another mistake of yours, if you will. 

The break of music from the radio was not what caught your attention— radio hosts do it all the time, speaking in between songs with useless chatter as they find a song to play next— no, what did catch your attention, however, was the eerily familiar voice, and worse, the eerily familiar message he broadcasted all over your local station. 

“This next song is called Seven,” he spoke, smooth, suave, and relaxing as the track rolled in quietly in the background, “a song about a man more than willing to show how devoted he is to his to his partner— ___, come home, the kids miss you— well, more like Matcha, but still.”

You could feel your coworkers freeze around you. You could feel their gazes slowly drift to you, could feel the way customers got a good look at the decorated name tag you once showed off proudly. 

“Is— is he…?” your coworker whispered beside you, watching the way you caved into yourself in attempts to hide your nametag, “is he that frat boy you were talking about?”

“No.” you say, avoiding everyone’s gaze as you focus on making your drink instead, “No. That’s not him. This isn’t about me, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“___, I’ll keep waiting for you patiently. Have a good shift today.” 

Christ!

Your coworkers could only laugh lightheartedly at his words— they found it cute, which was even worse for you, because all you could wonder was how the fuck he was able to get into the broadcast station— this time, you seriously couldn’t figure out any ties between him and the place. 

“Looks like he won’t give up,” to say you were horrified at the way a customer told you this was an understatement, her eyes alight with amusement as she spoke to you with a tone so genuine you almost thought she was in on it— fuck, maybe she was— “if anything, you should turn him down soon before he goes too far.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you breathed out, tired of these constant antics as you thought over her words, forced to go through the rest of your shift pretending as though Yeonjun hadn’t broadcasted his pleading message to the whole city— well, more like anyone who was listening to the local radio station willingly.

You feel like you’re on The Truman Show, or something.

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

SATURDAY

You were scared to talk to Yeonjun. 

Scared— why were you scared? You don’t know why, but you couldn’t bring yourself to send him a text message, pacing around your room like an idiot instead as you wondered what you would tell him. 

Would you talk? Would you finally break up with him?

The way your stomach sank with dread at the mere thought of the second option was enough of an answer for you— no, you shouldn’t break up with him.

However, it was storming today— there was no way in hell you would be going outside to meet him in such weather, so you opted to psych yourself up to send him a text message asking to meet up instead.

You were pacing around your room again when you noticed it. 

There’s a bright umbrella outside— shit, you recognize that umbrella, you realize with a heavy dread, walking up to your window and pulling your curtains open as you stare out in dismay.

Why the fuck is Yeonjun outside right now?

It’s perfect timing, the way his umbrella raises to show his figure; oh my god, you think to yourself, biting your lip as you take his expression in, he’s crying!

This was not your intention. You never meant to hurt Yeonjun like this, but you also were not ready to see him yet— so, with a slight pang in your heart, you shut the curtains again, leaving just enough of a crack to make sure that he’ll leave.

Instead, he stayed there. In true Yeonjun fashion, squinting up at your window in hopes that you’d at least tell him to go away. Instead, he watched as you peeked through the crack of the curtains, his heart fluttering slightly at the way you thought you were being discreet with your actions. 

Slowly, Yeonjun turns his phone to you; there’s writing flashing by in his phone, though you have to squint your eyes and wait for the whole sentence to roll by to see what he’s trying to tell you now. 

I know you don’t… want to see me… right now but I … seriously just need… to know what I … did wrong. 

God. Fuck. This whole “ghosting” ordeal was harder than it should be when someone like Yeonjun was involved. 

 It’s been like… a week and you… still haven’t talked… to me.

Oh, the guilt is seriously eating you up right now. You weren’t supposed to ignore him for days on end, but each time Yeonjun reached out for you, you couldn’t control the way you ran away in return, still hurt by the things he didn’t even realize he did.

You’ve finally gotten a good grasp of his obliviousness.

I’m sorry… I love you… I love you… I love you…

Only three words are rolling by on his phone now. You think you’ve gotten the gist of what he’s trying to tell you as you sink to the floor, out of sight and exasperated as you reach for your phone to make a call. 

“Hello?”

“Please come get Yeonjun. He’s outside my apartment in the freezing rain.”

“Uhm, let him in then?”

“I— I can’t,” you mutter sheepishly as you feel your face heating up, your stomach sinking as you hear Beomgyu scoffing on the other side of the line, “I don’t want to talk to him right now. Not like this.”

“Then I guess he’ll stay out in the freezing rain.” 

“He’ll get sick!” you say, and it’s only now that you feel stupid for this push and pull you’ve created, “please. I’m begging you.” 

“You need to talk to him.”

“I want to. I will.” you say, placing a hand on your forehead as you sigh, “Tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” 

A pause. Then, you hear rustling, and the sounds of Beomgyu grumbling quietly to himself.

“I’ll go get him,” he says, and you can feel yourself sink further against the wall in relief, “you better not back out on your word, okay?”

“Okay.” 

You hope you’re not making a mistake. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

SUNDAY

This is awkward. You feel awkward. You probably look awkward, too. 

Yeonjun, for once, looks just as awkward and tense before you. His whole body is rigid as he sits on your couch, feeling more like a stranger in your home than the man you’ve spent the past few months with, the way his eyes wander around making you feel like it’s his first time here. 

“Yeonjun,” you sigh out, catching his attention as his eyes zero in on you immediately; you feel nervous under his gaze, unsure of what to say as your brain begins to stutter, your mouth opening and closing in hopes that a proper sentence will come out.

“What did I do wrong?” he cries out, snapping you out of your troubled reverie as your eyes meet his— they’re glossy, and you’re afraid he might just start crying again if you look away, “can we start there?”

“You— you seriously don’t know?” you ask, bewildered by his question as you sit back on your couch— Yeonjun simply shakes his head reverently in response, and you’re blinking owlishly at him as you stare at him in disbelief. 

“We didn’t have any arguments before this,” he says, nibbling on his lip as he thinks back to the moment you yelled at him, tearing his arm off you as he attempted to keep you from running away, “You just snapped at me then disappeared— I, I want to know what I did wrong, at least.”

“Yeonjun you—“ you’re dragging a hand down your cheek as you clench your jaw, taking a second to breathe to not snap at him again, “that’s the problem, you’re just so— so oblivious, I seriously thought you’d be able to put two and two together by now!” 

Oh, oh this is embarrassing; you should not be getting worked up right now, your hands immediately coming up to hide your face as you hear Yeonjun cooing out your name softly— he’s next to you at the speed of light, attempting to take your hands away as he quietly tells you to breathe in his stupid, calming voice. 

“You’re always at those stupid parties, you stupid frat boy—“ you’re stuttering through your sentences, the heat in your face humiliating as you feel your emotions finally tumbling down, “and I know I told you I’m okay with it— I am, I really am— but what I’m not okay with is how fucking flirty you are!”

You can feel Yeonjun’s hands stiffen; slowly, his mouth drops in shock, his face beginning to pale as he realizes just why you’re mad at him. 

“I’ve told you— time, and time again— that, that I don’t like when you feed into people like that, that you never reject advances and tell them that you have a fucking girlfriend,” you know he never means it in a harmful way. You know that, nine times out of ten, Yeonjun doesn’t even realize those advances are happening, but it’s always just as painful to watch, knowing that charming attitude and cheeky voice is exactly how he got you, “and it just makes me feel so… so stupid and jealous and unwanted!” 

You feel out of breath by the time you finish. Though you remain silent and try to calm yourself, you instead begin to feel more anger festering inside you as you take in Yeonjun’s face, full of dread and realization as he begins to think back to how he was acting back at the frat party that caused this mess. 

Yeonjun was used to people acting the way they did around him. It never fazed him, and most of the time he simply followed along because he found it fun. No, he never thought of having anyone else but you, you’re his everything— though, he does realize how inconsiderate he’s been of your feelings now. 

“Baby, baby, I’m so sorry,” he says, his words genuine and filled with guilt as he cups your face gently, “I didn’t know.”

“Fuck!” Your response is unprecedented as you shake his hands off you, pushing him back and forcing him to lay across the couch as he looks up at you in surprise. He’s unable to do anything as he watches the way you throw your legs on each side of his waist, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and tugging him up as you sneer at him.

“That’s your problem, you just don’t know—!” pushing him back on the couch, he lets out a soft oof! unable to help the way his stomach swirls in anticipation of your next move, “You’re just too stupid, you don’t know anything unless someone spells it out for you!”

Shit. Yeonjun has never seen you like this, frustrated and restless as you shift above him, your eyes alight with rage as you begin tugging your hoodie over your head; his eyes widen comically at the action, shifting nervously under you as he realizes that oh, you’re not wearing a bra. 

“You’ve seriously left me wondering if you’re even taking this relationship seriously, it’s ridiculous!” Yeonjun feels like he’s been left on autopilot as he lets you tug him up again; he’s sitting up, hands hovering precariously as you glare at him, the sight enough to have him gulping nervously.

“I— I do,” he stutters out, watching as you send him an accusing look, “I do, I do I do, I take you so seriously, and fuck, I haven’t been thinking of anyone but you all week.” 

“Yeah?” you ask him, patronizing and unexpectedly mean as you look down at him, “You never fucking act like it.”

“Yes I do—!” he yells out, though it’s cut off by the way you sit down firmly in his lap, a hand threading into his hair and yanking at the roots as you tug his head back cruelly, “I’ve shown you this whole week just how much I think about you…” 

Yeonjun is hard. Painfully so, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him get turned on so quickly— it’s enough to have you laughing breathily, tugging on his hair again and listening to the way he only lets out a high whine in response.

“What you’ve shown me this week,” you hiss, bringing him close to you, your lips grazing against his as you speak, “is that you’re a desperate bitch that doesn’t know how to be patient.”

“You were ignoring me,” he fights back, letting out a breathy wince at the way your grip tightens on his hair, “you’ve been so mean to me—!”

Yeonjun doesn’t get another word in on the matter. The way you bite his lip ruthlessly and sneak your tongue into his mouth has you feeling the way he practically turns to putty under you, his cheeks just as red as his lips as he gasps against your own, feeling the way you begin to grind against his cock without remorse. 

“Me? I’ve been mean to you?” you wonder out loud, hands running down his chest before you’re tugging his shirt up; you don’t bother taking it off as it rests against his chest, leaning him back and running your hands over his skin as you take in the way his stomach twitches in response. “do you know how many people think they’ve actually got a chance with you, all because you refuse to use common sense and say, oh, I’ve got a girlfriend!” 

Yeonjun shakes his head; there’s no way your words are true, especially when he’s literally obsessed with you. But of course, you’re always right— which is exactly why you’re fueled to rake your nails down his skin, leaving him to hiss and twitch at the feeling of your acrylics digging into his stomach and leaving bright, red scratch marks— acrylics he paid for because he thought they were pretty, the reminder only making his cock twitch pathetically. 

“There’s no one in this world that has a chance with me but you,” Yeonjun insists, pouting at the way you only scoff at his words, “I’ve never done anything to fuel other people’s strange fantasies.”

“God, you’re stupid,” you say, and Yeonjun thinks he must’ve lost his mind from the way he can feel a whine building up in his throat, “and to think I found that endearing.”

“You’re so mean,” he pouts— though he’s quick to regret it, letting out a loud cry as you begin grinding against him, able to feel the warmth of your pussy through the thin shorts you wear, your breast bouncing from the way your body begins to move. 

“You don’t like it?” You ask, tilting your head to watch as he merely shakes his head in response— all you can do is plant yourself to where you can feel his length pressed up against your slit, throbbing against you as you pout at him in false pity, “no you don’t like it, or no you do?”

“I— I…” he doesn’t know how to respond; it seems as though Yeonjun hasn’t figured out the response for himself, but you can feel it from the way his hips buck up into yours, stuttering and without rhythm as he remains defenseless under you. 

“You do like it,” you say, mocking at the way he only whimpers from the feeling of your nails digging into his hips, “Feels nice to be on the receiving end, baby?”

Fuck. Fuck, oh fuck, this was strange and new and Yeonjun was definitely enjoying himself more than he thought he should, a melted pile of remorse and love as he pathetically waited for your next move, doe eyes staring up at you as he felt his mouth part, unable to say anything as he gave in to the mean look you sent him. 

“Been waiting patiently for me, hmm?” you ask him, thinking back to his earlier words as you watch him nod eagerly in confirmation, “So you bothering me every day of the week was you being patient?”

“I just wanted to talk,” Yeonjun whines out, chest heaving at the way you begin rolling your hips against his, your rhythm firm and dangerous as he feels weak moans leaving him like a stream, “but you— you kept avoiding me, I wanted to get some confirmation that you didn’t break up with me that day…!”

“Yeah?” you mock him, your voice just as whiny and breathy as his as you lean down to him; placing your hands on his chest, you tilt your head, grinding your cunt against him in a way that has him panting and looking for someplace to grab onto, “and did you get your answer?”

Yeonjun doesn’t even think he registered what you said. All he knows is that the way you’re sitting on him is genuinely cruel, especially with the way he hasn’t felt your body against his in so long. His mind is muddled and he can feel himself losing control from the way his hips begin to buck up, his brain going blank except for the thought that he hasn’t felt you against him in what seems like ages, his body so pent up with frustration that he can’t help but chase after the slight pleasure you offer him. 

Yeonjun’s mind has blanked out. You can see it in his face, the way it’s twisted with pleasure as he fails to respond to you, body bucking up into you so wildly that you have to steady yourself with two hands pressed firmly against his chest, your balance getting screwed over at his attempts to fuck up into you. 

The feeling of your warm hands is enough to bring Yeonjun back, eyes widening in realization as his eyes meet yours, clouded with so much need that it has Yeonjun slowing his pace immediately.

“Fuck, fuck, wait,” he stutters out, eyes widening at the way your cunt is practically leaking onto him— he can feel it through the layers of clothes, “wait wait wait, I’m so— ah, please— so… sososo close, baby, please…!”

“Wait?” you echo, brows furrowing as he nods frantically in response, “thought you didn’t like waiting?”

“No, please, please,” he whimpers, though his hips don’t stop their mindless rutting into your warm cunt, “please, don’t wanna come like this, wanna be inside you.”

“No?” you repeat, the mocking tone of your voice making his eyes screw shut, “why don’t you stop then? It’s all up to you.”

Oh, of course he can stop— though, that doesn’t mean he will, your hips slowly grinding against his as you watch the way his mouth falls open, not a sound falling past it before his hips buck up into you wildly— slowly, you feel a warmth spread beneath you, Yeonjun’s eyes screwed tightly as tears begin to peek from the corners. 

“Nooooo nonono, no, not like this,” he cried quietly to himself, ever the hypocrite as his hands fly to your waist, riding out his orgasm with loud, shameless moans. 

“Oh, my baby,” you say, pouting at the way he apologizes to you under his breath, “Is that it? Are you done now?”

“No, not done,” he’s quick to respond despite his rattled state of mind, looking up at you through bleary eyes. 

“No?” you hum, taking a moment to watch him carefully. 

“No,” he repeats, breathless as his grip tightens on your hips— even through the sensitivity, you can still feel his hips roll up into yours, quiet whimpers and whines leaving him as he does so— though, he can’t find it in himself to stop, at least not with the way he has yet to feel you around him. 

“God, this is so pitiful,” you say, frowning at the way Yeonjun struggles to sit up underneath you; you’re cupping his face as he looks up at you, teary eyes and flushed face unable to say anything as he simply leans into your touch— the way you coo softly has him pouting, and you can’t resist the urge to hover over his lips, teasing him with a smile as you brush over them, placing chaste kisses that only have him chasing you for more. 

“What a good bitch,” you hiss, feeling the way his hands have wandered up to play with your breasts, obsessed as always as his fingers tug and circle your nipples, eager to feel them harden under his touch, “doesn’t matter how many times you cum, hmm? Just need to make me feel good?”

“Yes, yes yes yes,” he babbles, wincing and moaning at the way your lips have begun to wander along his neck, nipping and sucking and leaving enough marks that a person could spot from far away with ease; the way your teeth sink into his skin practically has him crying, and he can feel his heart pounding against his chest the moment he feels you pause, your nose nuzzling into the spot behind his ear, your breath ticklish on his skin as you laugh. 

“Are you wearing my perfume, junie?” You mumble, hearing the way he can only whine in embarrassment; he doesn’t answer you, and you bite at his earlobe softly as you wait, silently demanding a response as his hands fall to your hips, gripping them pathetically as though his life depended on it. 

“I missed you,” he repeats, the words making you roll your eyes as your hand finds itself in his hair; you’re tugging at it, tilting his head and exposing his neck to you as you begin to nose along the column, closing your eyes to confirm if this is really your scent, “couldn’t smell you on my clothes anymore, love your scent s’much, ah…”

His neck has always been sensitive; that’s exactly why you choose to focus on it so much, not leaving until it’s covered with your marks and his tears have run down them, his soft sniffles making you glance up as you take him in, overstimulated and a mess as he bites his lip in an attempt to quiet himself.

“Too much, baby?” You coo, running a hand through his hair and pushing it back comfortingly, watching as he shakes his head adamantly, his wide eyes shiny and tear-filled as he looks up at you.

“No,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you towards him; his face is buried in your chest, and you can’t hold back the gasp you let out as his mouth immediately attaches itself to your breast, plump lips sucking at it as his tongue runs along it, messy and spit-filled as he looks back up at you, grinding you into him with weak whimpers, “want you to use me, you can do anything you want to me, just wanna please you.”

“Such a good boy for me, junie,” you say, his eyes fluttering close at your fond comment. “Are you gonna listen to me, for once?”

“I always listen to you,” he insists, and you feel irked by his words as you scoff.

“Like hell you do,” you sneer, easily angered as he shrinks down from your cold gaze, “Show me then— strip.”

Yeonjun is eager to listen, eager to please; you don’t think you’ve ever seen him get undressed so quickly, kicking off his pants and throwing his shirt off in some random direction as he looks up at you expectantly, his cock a mess and already beginning to harden as your eyes fall to it.

“Hard already?” You muse, watching the way his cheeks blush red at your comment. Your hand is teasing as you wrap your fingers around his length, your perfect nails shining under the light as you slowly begin to move up and down, the cum from his previous orgasm guiding your movements as he begins to twitch under you, crying softly at the overstimulation. 

“Guess you weren’t lying,” you sigh out, finger swiping over his throbbing tip as you hear him yelp at the feeling, “just a cute body for me to use, hmm? You’re nothing but a dick for me to get myself off on?”

Yeonjun is mindlessly agreeing with you— your words are clearly affecting him, his cock leaking and throbbing in your hand, making a mess of it as his head falls back, throat displaying all the marks you left on him earlier like a trophy.

His head is snapping back up the moment you sink onto him. You’re warm, tight, and so fucking wet, his body jolting at the feeling of you clenching around him, taking him inch by inch as he feels the way your walls stretch to adjust to him.

“Fuck…” you hiss, your arousal practically dripping on him from how good he feels— “Yeonjun, shit.”

“Waiiittt, wait, oh god, no— don’t say my name like that, fuck,” Yeonjun begins moaning, your lips quirking into a smile as you watch his eyes screw shut, already knowing what’s coming from the way he holds onto you tighter, head buried into your chest as he tries to still your hips.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” You ask, feigning innocence as you roll your hips into him, moaning dramatically as you do, “Oh, Yeonjun, Yeonjun— fuck, junie, you feel so good, feel so full…”

He’s shaking his head hopelessly; you know what you’re doing to him, and he feels pathetic by the way he loses his senses the more you sink onto him, his cock twitching in you uncontrollably as he warns you to stop, stop, stop before I…!

“This is embarrassing, Yeonjunie,” you pout, feeling the way a warmth spreads inside you the moment you sit on his hips snugly, feeling him bottomed out inside you as he attempts to muffle his sounds. His ears are bright red and he refuses to show you his face as he keeps you close to him, his arms still hugging you flush against him as you feel the valley of your breasts become wet with his tears. 

“Why are you crying, hmm?” You ask him, looking down to see the way he still hides his face, “You’ve already come twice, shouldn’t you be happy? You’re so easy, Yeonjunie.”

Your words are degrading, your voice cold as continue to mock him— and though you pretend otherwise, you can feel the way he ruts his hips into you with every mean comment, clearly enjoying himself more than he lets on as he lets out a broken cry against your skin. 

“Fuck, are you seriously getting off to this?” You snap, bored with pretending as though you don’t feel your boyfriend clinging to you tighter as you degrade him, “You’re such a fucking slut— you get off to anything, don’t you?”

The way you pull him away from your skin is sudden and rough, a soft yelp leaving him as he’s finally forced to face you, eyes fluttering open and meeting your own, your face twisted in annoyance as you look down at him.

“Acting like a bitch in heat, already came twice from nothing,” you grit, rolling your hips against his as you watch the way his eyes roll back— your other hand comes up to grip his cheeks, digging into the flesh and squeezing them together as he pouts at you, eyes welling with tears as he feels your nails dig into him.

“Don’t you feel bad? How am I supposed to get myself off if you can barely keep your dick up for more than a minute?” Your eyes darken at the way he simply lets out a pathetic sorry, ‘m so sorry baby, “What? I don’t think I heard you right.”

Your pussy feels so good around him; Yeonjun is barely able to think straight from the way you’ve begun to bounce on his cock ruthlessly, the sight of your breasts bouncing before him hypnotizing as you jerk his head back up to look at you, towering over him and demanding as you slow your hips to a mean grind.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whines out, his words incoherent and mushed together as you keep a hold of his face, listening as you hiss out for what? “‘M sorry for being so impatient— ah, ah, please— ngh, sorry for coming too soon, sorry for…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. He can’t find the ability to, distracted by the way your sounds have picked up, your fingers rubbing circles on your clit as you continue to use his cock like a toy; his cheeks feel sore as he stares at you with wide eyes, watching your face contort with pleasure, your rhythm become sloppy as you feel your legs getting tired. 

You didn’t think Yeonjun would pick up on it; without any warning, you find your back colliding against the couch, your eyes widening as you feel Yeonjun still settled in between your legs, cock still nestled deeply inside you; he’s still a pouty mess above you, hands gripping onto your hips as he begins rutting into you, his thrusts rough and out of control as he takes in your figure hungrily. 

“Sorry for making you feel unwanted,” Yeonjun babbles, feeling you throw your arms around his neck from the sudden confession, bringing him in close as you feel his face hover above your own, “I only want you, want you to use me and mark me so others know who I belong to, I’m all yours baby— please, please please please tell me you’re close, wanna feel you come on my cock, wanna make you feel good, missed you, missed this pussy, fuck, mmh, ugh, feel so good, so good, soso good, please, baby—“

Yeonjun thinks you’re something of an aphrodisiac to him; at least, that must be the explanation if he’s able to cum the moment he feels you unravel around him, unrestrained and addicted to the feeling as he listens to your pretty sounds, practically melting as he hears your voice purring under him— so good, fuck, you’re all mine Yeonjunie, all mine…

You don’t think you’ve ever felt Yeonjun cum this much— his cock continues to twitch and release inside you even after you’ve come down from your high, the man above you burying his head into the crook of your neck as he cries softly at the feeling, unable to help the way his hips buck forward to ride out his orgasm.

This shift in dynamic is new— but it’s addicting, and you find yourself thoroughly enjoying the way Yeonjun clings to you, his head hazy and needy for your comfort as he lays on top of you, uncaring of how heavy he may be as he wraps his strong arms around you. 

Missed you s’much baby, missed you, please don’t do that again, you could hear him mutter into your skin, a bit out of it as he peppered kisses along your collarbones.

“Alright, alright, I won’t,” you breathe out, running your fingers through his hair soothingly as he leans into your touch like a cat, “I’m sorry I kept running away from you.”

“But then again,” you trail off, tightening your grip on his hair teasingly, feeling the way he immediately whines softly, “you should’ve given me space when I asked you to. It was kinda cute, but don’t do that again— okay?”

“Okay. Of course. Whatever you say,” his response is immediate, not an ounce of hesitation as he stares at you with eyes shining with devotion. After a second, his lips part, and he’s hovering over you again as he looks down at you in wonder. 

“Does that mean we’re boyfriend-girlfriend again?”

You laugh.

“You idiot,” you coo, placing a soft kiss on his lips, unable to control your laugh as you do, “We didn’t stop being boyfriend-girlfriend. I was just mad at you.”

“Hmm. Then, can I eat you out?” His words have you freezing, looking at him in bewilderment as he simply smiles at you sheepishly, “To like. Show you how sorry I am.”

A pause. 

“…And, because I really missed eating you out.”

You sigh— and try not to show how eager you are as you nod softly. Yeonjun however, is shameless as he immediately pulls out, hissing softly at the feeling before he’s sinking to his stomach— you’re gulping at the sight. 

“You’re insatiable.” Your comment doesn’t faze him— if anything, it makes him smile, his pretty eyes staring at you with enough adoration and love that you’re squirming slightly under him.

“For you, yeah.”

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

On Monday, the sight of Yeonjun on campus is enough to have you spinning on your heels and running in the opposite direction. He wears nothing but a thin tank top, wondering why you’re yelling at him to cover up the moment he answers your phone call. 

“Why? It’s hot outside— …and, like, I wanna show everyone who I belong to.”

(You refuse to stand by his side until he covers up—though, you can’t ignore the way his words send butterflies through your stomach.)

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“SURPRISE!!!”

You clasped your chest at the threshold of your apartment, thinking you were for sure having a heart attack. With all due fucking respect, there was a reason you told your beloved trio of friends you didn’t like surprise parties. It had nothing to do with being a hipster-level snob—you just did not enjoy getting jumpscared, period.

“Happy birthday, sweetie!”

Then again, you had to give it to your friends. A surprise party was indeed a surprise when it happened an entire week before your actual birthday. Still taking deep breaths to calm your crazed heartbeat, you reciprocated their hugs with a blank stare and muttered something that sounded like a thank you. You didn’t know exactly how much time had passed when you sat down on your couch to open your gifts.

A watch.  A box of all your favorite snacks. A bottle of Pisang Ambon freshly brought from Kim’s recent Amsterdam trip. And a red envelope harboring something like an invitation.

“What the hell is… Back Door?”

“It’s a point we’re trying to make,” Marina responded before taking a huge sip from her wine, “And possibly the key to relieving years’ worth of pent-up stress on your end.”

“Relieving stress? Is this supposed to be a spa?” you looked at the envelope, “A little eccentric name choice if you ask me.”

“Not exactly,” Jess slapped a shit-eating grin on her face, “Remember your little revelation at Kim’s party?”

Oh good fucking grief… Kim’s party. 

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[miupow]

cw ⸝⸝ nsfw, mdni! afab!reader, est. relationship, breeding kink, unprotected sex, mentions of sex toys, dirty talk, biting, creampie

idol bf!bang chan who gets so wound up, likes edging himself over and over while he’s away on tour— he’s so fucking horny, needs to get his dick wet, but he only wants to cum for you, inside of you, won’t waste it fucking into a pocket pussy or his fist. when he’s finally home and fucking you again he’s so ready for release, loses himself in the feeling of your tight pussy sucking him in,, “fuck— shit— take it, fucking take it—“ he’s growling, groaning in your ear, holding you down with a hand around your throat, hips slapping against your ass so loud,, “i'm gonna cum, gonna cum inside you, fuck— want my babies? want me to fill this pussy up? make you mine?”

biting hard into your shoulder to keep himself from screaming when he fills you up, so much cum it’s leaking out from around his dick, drooling down your pussy lips and the backs of your thighs,, “take it all, baby— good girl~”

[chvnlix-deactivated20240628]

Please,please,please riding Chan when he's frustrated? All the details and his noises? Pleaseeee?

Y'all eatin me up answerin asks rn huh lol

Chan whines when he's frustrated, i'm thoroughly convinced. and i've got a detail i think will kill you all lolol

I think he'd be absolute putty beneath you when you ride him, telling him prior as he walks in the door of the dorm that you'll take care of him and he won't have to worry about anything while he's there. It's truly the one time during the day that he doesn't have to take charge of a situation or worry about his work - everything else melts away when he's with you.

And I think he's the type to toss his arms over his face when he's frustrated, lying on the sheets and letting you bounce in his lap. He's the type to leave just his lips exposed in hopes that you'll lean down to kiss them, already pink and puffy from how you'd sucked on his tongue only half an hour ago.

the detail i mentioned was just that - you know how when Chan laughs, he squeaks each time he breathes in?

can you imagine??? just him whimpering and whining, breathing so hard that every so often when he sucks in a breath he squeaks and he can't help it and it makes him so embarrassed but he's also too fucked out and in heaven during that moment to even care. oh my god.

[catiuskaa]

spots on.

SUMMARY: you. hannie. embraces. hugs. cuddles, and other synonyms. desperately needed by yesterday. complaints will be declined and ignored.

REQUESTED! by lovely annonie right here. and god you are so right, fluff + hannie is a clinical need, dare I say biblical! ㅠㅠ<3

CW: you might need a dentist appointment for this one. teeth rotting stuff. i assure you.

WC: 1.1k

A/N: so i’m back from the dead and haven’t written anything since february’s special and have been real low lately. thought fluffy hannie could cheer all of us up! <3

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Han loved watching romantic movies by himself.

It’s not like he didn’t have anyone to watch them with. He had watched plenty of shows either with you or any of the boys.

But ever since he started writing and composing lyrics, a little before he got into college, there was something about those cheesy series that had him unable to stop watching.

His eyes would glow as he stared at the screen before him while he watched, invested in how the protagonist accidentally tripped and fell against the love interest, all over again. Giggling and kicking his feet when they held hands after hours upon hours straight of watching them bicker. Having his chest tightening because the actors were so good that he could almost feel the stars in his eyes, shining just for her.

Jisung loved those old-fashioned scenes. Dancing in the rain, a silly meet cute in a book shop… countless places for one silly little emotion.

Han couldn’t see it, but he also had stars in his eyes. He blinked, feeling his eyes lightly itchy, realizing he had been watching you sleep.

Not in a creepy way, of course. After all, you had wanted to stay over to finish one of the many assignments you two had to do together for some of the mandatory subjects in both of your majors. He sighed, his eyes weirdly fixated on your figure, unable to stop looking at you. Even while sleeping, there was a certain grace to you, as if you were just resting peacefully after a long day. He snorted upon realizing that your face was pressed against the pages of the book, a sneaky drop of drool coming out of your mouth. You looked so cute.

“Get a grip, Han,” he mumbled to himself, shaking his head with a smile, giggling.

He rubbed his eyes, staring back to what he had been drafting the past hours. It was clearly obvious that his sleepiness was getting to him, because it was getting harder to decipher what the characters he was typing meant.

Suddenly, there was a hand lightly scratching your back.

You flinched in your place, sitting back up.

“It’s just me,” Han said softly. You blinked so slowly it almost looked like you had blinked one eyelid at a time.

“…awake. ‘M awake.” You brushed off drool from the corner of your mouth, to which Jisung chuckled lightly.

“Okay, sleepyhead. Time to go to bed.”

“Eh?”

“Bed, silly. We should have some sleep. We’re both doozing off.”

Bed? Judging by the time that the clock in Han’s apartment said, it was far from being that late, which was proved true when Hannie picked you up —God knows how, because he showed no signs of struggling— and brought the “sleepyhead” over to his room, that even after turning off the lamp on the bedside table, the windows let in light that the Sun had yet to take away while leaving space for the Moon to beam in a couple of hours.

He grunted lowly when he laid you down on the bed, which had little to do with your weight and much more with how you pulled him towards you.

“Hannie.” You mumbled sleepily.

“You’re close to cranky,” he smiled. “You haven’t had your coffee, and you fell asleep doing our assignment.” He sighed, moving stray hairs off your face, his hand lingering on its side, stroking your cheek. “Wouldn’t want to get on your cranky side.” Jisung teased with a tenderness only showed in your presence, not in his usual teasing, not with the rest of the world. Somehow, time spent with Han seemed like the world itself stopped spinning, waiting for you two and catch up later.

“…no.” You whined. His hand still rested on your face. Unusual. You didn’t want him to move it. “I don’t want to steal your bed.”

Unconciously, you moved closer to the warmth that his palm brought.

“It’s ok. You came here walking, and there’s no way I’m letting you leave now, not at this time.”

You frowned at him, almost pouting. You purposefuly resigned to argue, sleepily accepting his win over a silly discusion you could’ve won. But it was much better if it meant that he would keep being so… tender. You two were dating, yes, but it was quite strange, because even if you both knew about each other’s feelings, staying together had been more of a silent agreement.

Yet in that moment, seeing him smile, dark boba coloured eyes sheepishly and momentarily hidden by it, turning them into happy crescent-shaped moons, it was easy to figure asking was worth a shot.

“…stay w’me?”

His heart skipped more beats than he could count.

This hadn’t been planned. Well. Certainly not this way.

“Stay?” His tone of voice had lowered.

You hummed, smiling lightly. Your hand creeped up to his, the one that rested close to your face. In a sleepy move on your side, tantalizing for Jisung, your fingers tickled his skin, from his forearm to his palm, following a gentle path until your hand held his, and you pulled him towards you again, with more care this time.

Jisung could hear his mate’s low voice in his head, full with its classic australian accent.

“Ain’t no way she’s not head over heels for you too. I’d bet money on it,” Felix had chuckled, sipping the beer Han had handed him. “You guys are just blind cunts when you wanna be. Affectionately, of course,” he had added after seeing Jisung squint at him.

Han struggled to get comfortable in his now seemingly small bed. Of course it was small for two people. It had to be, because if you two were to fit in the space avaliable, it would mean that-

“…cold…”

The ruffles coming from how you then shifted on the bed were no match to how loud Han’s heartbeat sounded on his ears.

Your arm slid under his, lying limply on the curve of his waist, the other cocooned in the small space you settled in between you as you slotted your face in the crook of his neck.

thump, thump, thump.

He forced himself to relax.

“…how are you so warm, Ji?”

He had no fucking idea.

“Warm?”

You nodded, your hair tickling his face gently.

“…cozy. Like… a really cute ‘n little… weighted blanket.” You sighed, further relaxing into him, sending a chill to his spine as your warm breath brushed against his neck.

He was so fucking grateful for being so.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” He stated with a silly smile, a blush clearly obvious on his cheeks. He tackled you, and the two of you filled the room with giggles, his arms taking your body and settleing it on top of him.

You melted in his arms. “I missed you.”

He smiled, his hands playing with your hair. “I was only away for the weekend.”

“…don’t care.” His heart threatened to carve through his chest or melt when you tightened your hold on him, then tugged the blanket closer, covering you, thus covering him too.

He settled a strand of your hair behind your ear, noticing little moles in the way.

“I hadn’t noticed these ones before,” he mumbled in a soft voice that could almost lull you to sleep.

You hummed, not bothering to answer.

“I’ve heard somewhere,” he started soothingly, “that moles appear in the spots where, in your past life, you were kissed the most.”

With a sweetness that rottened your teeth, he pecked the small coloured spot in your neck. Then, he followed a short pattern, kissing the one under your ear, then another one in your shoulder, then finished off with the one in your cheek.

You smiled. “You don’t have any moles, do you?” He shook his head sideways, and you chuckled, brushing your nose with his sweetly.

“You better stay put, Ji,” you beamed cheekily. “I’ll make new moles on you.”

His chest tightened, and he beamed, chuckling as you peppered kisses all over his face.

A love scene like the movies.

His new favourite one.

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