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TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN

♫ any time, all day, every week for ya.

୨୧ summary: even though you broke off your friends with benefits arrangement with chan, he’ll still be there whenever you need him. ୨୧ pairing: reformed fuckboy!bang chan x fem!reader ୨୧ genre: college au, angst, fluff ୨୧ word count: 3.8k ୨୧ warnings: 18+ (no smut but there’s explicit sexual language so MINORS DNI), toxic men & a shitty date (not chan!!), poor communication, jealousy, fwb -> lovers, small argument, confessions, pet names (baby, princess, pretty) ୨୧ author's note: working on a long fic that’s beating my ass icl so here’s something short in the meantime!! ♡

chan is always right. even when you want so desperately for him to be wrong. 

he was right about being “the best fuck of your life”, he was right about you falling for him, and now, he was right about the classmate you agreed to go on a date with. you were hoping for a distraction and only ended up back where you started: in the arms of the man you fell for when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. 

it seemed like an alright idea at the time. your classmate was sweet, always offered to send the notes, greeted you as you walked into the room, said all the right things that made you believe his intentions were pure and good. and since you had officially ended your arrangement with chan, you were free to pursue whoever you wanted. 

so you did.

you decided on dinner, and he picked you up right on time with flowers, the false gentleman persona on full display. guilt was beginning to tug at you for entertaining him when you weren’t all that interested. 

that guilt was misplaced and short-lived, though. once he had paid the bill and you both quietly accepted that the date was over, he asked if you wanted to go home with him. it sounded gentle, but your rejection shifted his tone into something spiteful quickly.

this was supposed to help you get over chan, and at first, you could’ve almost been convinced that it was working. you laughed heartily, smiled genuinely, flowed through conversation easily. but his question wiped all of that away instantly, a pit settling deep in your stomach. because the last person you slept with is chan — the only person you’ve slept with in almost a year.

and as his face unfurled into disgust, you realized chan was right all along. all the times you’d mention your classmate sending you the notes unprompted or asking if you were okay on days you were absent told him one thing: this guy expected something from you, and he was only doing what he needed to get it. call it cynicism, call it intuition, call it whatever you want; chan was firm in his opinion. 

you had never listened, though, laughing at him for being silly and jealous, brushing it off like nothing would ever come of it.

if only you had listened. 

maybe then you wouldn’t be sitting dejectedly at the table he left you at, hardly registering the past few minutes. your date — your ride — had just up and walked off like you were nothing. like the past months he’s spent being the nice guy were just a ploy. they were.

too much time passes with you stuck in your seat numbly. you’re not sure you can will any of your limbs to move. your waitress even comes over and asks if you’re okay, all pity and soft smiles. she promises you can stay for as long as you need, but you know that’s only a comforting lie. 

on your way to the exit, you call the one person you know will always be there, no questions asked. no expectations. even after telling chan it’s over, he’ll come to your rescue whenever you need. because he’s nothing like him; he’s real in everything he portrays, and his kindness isn’t rooted in anything selfish or superficial.

before sex entered the equation (a mistake, perhaps), you were friends, so of course he still cares about you beyond it. but not in the way you care about him. not in the way that craves for more than just physicality, that refuses to be confined by rules and limitations. 

just in the way that you know he’ll answer. he picks up on the second ring.

“y/n?” he greets, voice a little groggy, and it makes your heart drop stupidly. he almost always naps after sex; he’s probably still laid up in bed with someone else, and here you are calling him because your date left you stranded.

it’s still nice to hear his voice, though. that’s how badly you’ve fallen. 

“hi,” you breathe out. “are you busy?”

there’s rustling on the other end and then his voice comes out clearer, more intentional. “no. no, not busy…just dozed off is all,” he assures.

right. dozed off. it’s not abnormal for a human being to nap, but your brain has already come to its own conclusions. you suddenly wish you had called one of your friends instead. 

“oh.”

you don’t try to hide how deflated you sound, and he notices right away. he can read you like a book without even being in your presence. 

“what’s up? are you okay?” he asks quickly. each word is laced with sincerity and it reminds you of why you fell for him to begin with. chan is caring, attentive, gentle (when he isn’t fucking you like he has something to prove). 

that same sincerity, coupled with the night’s events, brings tears to your eyes. you squeeze them shut to stop them from falling. “i’m okay,” you lie, “i just need someone to pick me up…you were the first person i thought to call.”

too honest. he’s either going to wonder why you called him first, or, worse, feel way too smug that you did. 

“where are you?” 

or he’ll just ignore all of the obvious questions in favor of the only one that really matters to him. the semantics can come later. it’s clear you need him, and that means he has one single priority right now. 

“at some restaurant. i don’t know, he picked it, and i—” you begin. in your distress, you can’t even remember the restaurant’s name. quite frankly, you never want to come here again, anyways. 

he interrupts you swiftly, latching onto one specific word in your ramble. “‘he?’” he questions, and you can picture his face. eyebrows furrowed, mouth downturned, staring right through you.

“yeah,” you say quietly, trying to avoid the inevitable. might as well get the hard part over with now. “that guy from stats.” the one you warned me about. multiple times. 

“y/n,” he sighs. he doesn’t even sound angry; he just sounds disappointed. which is ten times worse, because you can handle anger, but you don’t know how to navigate disappointment. 

“i’m sorry,” you mumble.

it’s the only thing you can think to say. you aren’t even sure if he heard it over the boisterous laughs of patrons entering the restaurant and the whir of cars in the parking lot. 

but he heard you clearly, and it broke his heart. “baby, don’t apologize right now. just send me your location and i’ll be there as soon as i can, alright?” he soothes, already shrugging on a hoodie and slipping on a pair of shoes.

the pet name rolls off his tongue so smoothly he doesn’t even realize he probably shouldn’t use it anymore. and he certainly doesn’t realize how it unravels you, your heart still fluttering like it did the first time he’d called you something affectionate.

“okay,” you pull your phone from your ear and oblige, “i sent it.”

he’s walking out his door and heading for his car shortly after, all of his movements on fast forward since you’re involved. you’re about a twenty minute drive from him and he curses internally, wishing there was a way for him to get to you faster. 

“i’ll be there real soon. wait for me, okay, pretty?” 

you nod like he can see you, and then the call ends, and you’re left with only the night air and the chatter of strangers. 

it’s a colder night, the wind adding a harsh chill that nips at your face and bare legs. there’s the obvious option: go back inside until chan arrives so you aren’t suffering unnecessarily. but you dread even the thought of stepping foot in there again, no matter how warm it may be.

so you stand in place, arms enveloping yourself to contain some of your body heat, wishing you had never fucking smiled at stats guy that first day in class. 

meanwhile, chan’s gripping the steering wheel so hard it almost hurts. he’s desperate to get to you, so he isn’t driving reckless, but he’s definitely taking the speed limit as a suggestion. 

truthfully, his friends would probably judge him heavily right now. you’re the girl he’s head over heels for that ended things just last week. there’s no reason for him to still be so whipped for you, especially to the point of picking you up from a shitty date with another man. he’ll never feel bad for being someone you can count on, though. not even when you left him feeling this empty. 

it’s partially his fault. he should have known he couldn’t do no commitment, no feelings sex with you. his friend — his beautiful, funny, stubborn friend. you’re different than the other girls he kept around for only days at a time. 

a twenty minute drive becomes thirteen, seven minutes shaved off by his haste and the lack of traffic, thankfully. you recognize his car the moment it pulls into the parking lot from all your past experiences. all the times he picked you up in it and all the times he fucked you dumb in it. 

“you look good, princess. shame it was for him of all people,” he says as you climb into his passenger seat. 

you roll your eyes and settle into the warmth, pretending to not notice his eyes dragging over you. “thanks,” you force out, “for picking me up.” 

not a thank you for the compliment, no need to let him know how much his words affect you.

“so talk to me. what did that asshole do?” he asks, jaw clenched. he’s tried to prepare himself for it, but he feels an entirely new wave of anger wash over him now that you’re right next to him. still an angel, the last person any guy should dream of mistreating. 

“typical asshole shit,” you shrug, hoping you’d seem less bothered than you are, “just walked out when i wouldn’t go home with him.”  

he’s quiet, fuming with anger but determined to not take it out on you. his suspicions were correct, and he hates that they were. hates that someone hurt you, hates that some idiot didn’t see how fucking lucky he was that you gave him a chance. 

“i told you that guy was a fucking loser,” he finally growls. it’s far more filtered than what he’s truly thinking. 

“yeah, i know. can we save the ‘i told you so’s for later, please?” you sigh.

the car comes to a red light and he looks over at you, face illuminated perfectly by the light shining through the windshield. you tear your eyes away because looking at him is a stark reminder. his hand comes to rest on your thigh as if he was silently telling you he’d always be there. 

even if you look away, he’ll remain in the shadows of your mind ever-presently. you proved that by calling him today.

you both glance down at his hand, and when you make no attempt to move it, a sly smile spreads across his face. “i’m not gonna rub it in your face, baby. you know i’m not like that,” he promises.

something about hearing the word “baby” fall from his lips now — no longer over the phone but right beside you — unsettles something you tried to ignore. the ease and confidence with which he said it along with his satisfied smirk makes the question tumble out before you can bite it back.

“did you call her that, too?”

utter confusion. that’s the best way you could describe his expression right now. because he is confused, completely dumbfounded as the prospect of there being any “her” that isn’t you. 

“who?” he asks, wondering where that notion even came from. 

there’s been no one but you for a year. no girls coming in and out of his apartment, no drunken kisses at parties. his friends have tried to introduce him to other girls, hoping to revitalize the “fun” chan they once knew; he’s cut them off every time, throwing out quick greetings before taking off to find you.

you have a chance to turn back. to tell him you were joking and that you don’t care, anyway. for some reason, you dive forward into the conversation that’ll either break you or your secrets.

“the girl you were just with,” you answer matter-of-factly. 

“what?” his body nearly jerks back in his seat at the absurdity, his hand yanking away from your thigh at once. “i wasn’t with anyone.”

it’d be difficult to fake a reaction like that, so you know you’re wrong. you feel stupid for letting your assumptions have so much life, but being in love with someone you weren’t supposed to be in love with would make anyone a little irrational.

“i just assumed…because i woke you up.” god, now you even sound stupid. add napping to the list of things that apparently have secondary implications. 

chan pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales deeply. you really drive him crazy — in the best and worst ways. “jesus, y/n, just because i was taking a nap doesn’t mean i fucked someone,” he huffs.

“god forbid a girl notices a pattern,” you attempt to joke, but it comes out flat. he doesn’t even crack a smile. 

“you just ended things last week,” he reminds, “do you think i’d move on that fast?”

are you supposed to answer that? because the answer would be yes, yes you do. you’ve seen it before, when you were just friends and he’d have a different girl on his arm every weekend. why would you be any different? just because you happened to be regularly fucking for a year — longer than chan’s kept anyone else around?

no. no way. chan doesn’t do relationships or commitment and he certainly doesn’t do love. that’s exactly why you were trying to bury yours so far back you could pretend it never existed. 

“wouldn’t be the first time,” you scoff. “plus, it was just sex.” 

the dagger that pierces both of you. ouch. you, because it’s such a horrible lie it barely can find a voice outside your chest. him, because he thinks it’s your truth, and that tears him apart. 

he pokes his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head in disbelief. “okay,” he laughs dryly.

“what? am i wrong?” you shoot back. there’s a breaking point only each of you can bring the other to, and you’re both nearing it. usually it’s a game, but right now, it’s a warzone. 

“yeah, you’re dead wrong,” he snaps. his intensity startles you, so much so that you can’t even register his words. “i ‘sleep’ after we have sex because it feels like the only way i can get you to stay,” he continues, softer now but still with a lingering edge. 

you tilt your head and pout, fully committing to the battle. and you’re not even sure how you got here — things just seem to spiral with chan. that’s how you went from fucking to falling in love, and how so many nights you went from casual teasing to being driven into the mattress. 

“aw, you want me to stay, chan?” you taunt. “wanna cuddle and hold hands after you cum so you can pretend you’re this lover boy that you’re not?”

“god, you’re so annoying,” he groans. you don’t even realize that the car’s stopped moving. the tension in the small space has completely clouded your brain. 

“please, go on. really making my night so much better,” you retort. 

now that he’s no longer driving, he doesn’t need to keep his glances quick and sharp. he can stare right at you as much as he wants, and he’s taking full advantage of that. because he’s all too aware of what just a stare can do to you. a man conscious of his own power is dangerous. 

“you’re funny, y/n,” he chuckles, but there’s no humor. “you asked me about another girl. why is that? if it’s just sex, why do you care?”

fuck. him. seriously, fuck him for always being right and always seeing right through you and always knowing exactly how to leave you answerless.

“i was just curious.”

he laughs again, and this time it almost sounds genuine. sympathy laughter. “you’re a bad liar. and you drive me insane twenty-four fucking seven,” he huffs. “yeah, i want you to stay. at least i’m honest. you’re always trying to leave so quickly, and sometimes i’m not strong enough to watch you walk out the door.”

his voice shifts to something raw and unguarded, and you wonder if you’re misreading this. but if he wants honesty, fine, you’ll give him honesty and suffer with the consequences after. 

“i leave so quickly because if i don’t, i’m scared you’ll see,” you whisper. 

“scared i’ll see what? baby, i’ve seen every part of you. what are you trying to hide?” he questions, practically begging. 

it’s almost comical how fast you two switch from sarcastic quips and meaningless insults to gentle vulnerability. this is the perfect glimpse into the past year — the desperation that often unfolded into something you couldn’t quite fathom. 

all the times he’d bring you a towel to clean up with and then fall back into bed beside you, draping his arm across you and drifting to sleep with a quickness you envied. and you’d allow yourself the pleasure of staying a little longer while he slept, praying he wouldn’t wake up to notice you slowly cracking.

you wish you could hate him. there’s plenty of reasons for you to. like him being so certain that you’d catch feelings (and seemingly doing everything in his power to assure that you do), or pulling you out of deep study sessions because he “needs you.” 

but he’s begging, and you can’t hate him when he begs. 

“the part that’s so fucking desperate for more,” you choke out. his eyes go wide and you can’t tell with what — pure shock, horror, relief? it doesn’t matter; the truth is out, and you’re letting it all spill now. “that’s why i said we had to stop. because we promised no strings attached, but somehow you knew i’d fall for you and you were right.”

“y/n,” he says sharply. 

you hear him, but you continue as if you didn’t. now that you’ve finally confessed what you’ve swallowed back for so long, your lips won’t stop moving. they’re greedy, taking every single word you’ve kept from them at the back of your throat. 

“so i had to end things. i know we were just ‘friends with benefits’ or whatever and i’m an idiot for catching feelings, but—”

he interrupts you again, louder now. “y/n,” he repeats, dropping his hand on top of yours as it rests on the center console. hopefully his touch would be enough to pull you out of your rant. and it is. you fall silent abruptly, the weight of your confession sinking in. “i was wrong,” he corrects.

“huh?”

god, you’re cute. confusion written all over your perfect face, mouth slightly agape while you await an explanation. but now that he has your attention, he’s finding it rather difficult to find his voice. 

you fell for him. just like he predicted. what he didn’t predict, however, was how fucking happy he’d be when you did. 

because he fell for you too. against his rules, against his own will, he fell stupidly, madly, wholly in love with you. and now he can't hide it anymore. he doesn't need to hide it.  

he takes one deep breath before beginning his own ramble — his final breath before everything changes. hopefully. 

“i was wrong because i told myself you were just another girl,” he admits shakily, “and you’re not.” you interlock your fingers with his, and suddenly it’s all too easy to keep going. “you’re the girl i’ll always pick up for. the girl that doesn’t ever listen and yet i love her more for it. the girl i pretend to be asleep with just so she’ll stay a little longer.”

you blink at him slowly. “you were pretending?” 

out of all the things he just said, that’s what you choose to focus on? his frequent scheme to get you to stay by playing pretend? if he didn’t just reveal that he loves you, he’d probably call you annoying again.

“not always!” he defends. “just…sometimes. did you really not notice all those times i was smiling like an idiot while i held you?”

“no…” you trail, and he can’t help but laugh. how oblivious you’ve both been. 

“shit. i guess we’re just two clueless idiots.”

two clueless idiots who broke the rules and hopelessly fell for each other. and you realize that now. 

“wait,” you begin again, “you love me? like, you’re in love with me?”

please say yes, you chant internally. 

instead, his lips curl into a smug smile. “are you not in love with me?” he teases. 

“don’t be a child.”

“say it.”

his hand is strong against yours, trying to squeeze the words out of you. 

“fine,” you roll your eyes, “yes, i’m in love with you, stupid. and the sex. mostly the sex.”

definitely not mostly the sex. it was a plus — a huge one, sure. but it’s not what made you fall for him. 

you fell for him during the nights when you’d stay and watch his chest rise and fall (which you now know may have been partially a lie). you fell for him when he’d answer every call and every text no matter how late or how trivial. 

“trust me, you moan too loud for me to not know that,” he quips.

nevermind. you hate him.

“chan,” you deadpan, and he leans in closer.

dropping his voice to a whisper, he adds, “oh, yeah. i’m in love with you too,” like it’s an afterthought. messing with you is too fun, even as you’re spilling your hearts out to each other. he mostly just likes the trouble it gets him into later.

“fuck you,” you scowl, but your expression softens quickly. he’s so close now, and oh how you’ve missed his lips.

“promise?” he grins, breath hitting your face as he speaks. 

when you kiss, it’s like everything you remember yet something entirely new. it’s a kiss that has something to prove, something to say. 

i love you. i’m so in love with you.

and when you climb into his lap and it only plunges quickly from there, it’s clear it’s not just sex. was it ever, really?

for once, chan was wrong. he does do relationships, commitment, love, the whole damn thing. but only for you. only for you would he break every single rule he’s ever set. 

lord knows he’s already broken most of them.

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📝timestamps :

[02:36] - aftercare with chan [ nsfw ]

[03:28] - overstimulation with dom!hyunjin [ nsfw ]

🖇️ headcannons :

perv!boyfriend!chan [ nsfw ]

pussy drunk!jisung [ nsfw ]

perv!nerd!jisung [ nsfw ]

perv!roommate!felix [ nsfw ]

inexperienced!jeongin [ nsfw ]

💭blurbs :

pussy worship with chan [ nsfw ]

dryhumping with minho [ nsfw ]

cockwarming with changbin [ nsfw ]

making out with jisung [ nsfw ]

size kink with jeongin [ nsfw ]

📚 reactions :

you taking control during sex [ nsfw ]

overstimulating you [ nsfw ]

you being tight [ nsfw ]

you acting needy [ nsfw ]

cockwarming [ nsfw ]

shutting him up with a kiss

you being a ‘pillow princess’ [ nsfw ]

giving him a forehead kiss

not saying ‘i love you’ back to him

holding his hand during sex [ nsfw ]

‘quick, hide! my boyfriend is coming!’ prank

making you cry during sex [ nsfw ]

using a safeword during sex [ nsfw ]

where he likes to cum [ nsfw ]

when you get tired during sex [ nsfw ]

how he likes to make you cum [ nsfw ]

condom or no condom [ nsfw ]

threesome with another member [ nsfw ]

orgasm denial/edging [ nsfw ]

favourite places to kiss you

virgin!skz [ nsfw ]

📖drabbles :

sex with skz [ nsfw ]

positions with skz [ nsfw ]

love languages with skz

lovesick skz

the ‘lipstick stain’ trend with skz

sounds skz make during sex [ nsfw ]

dom/sub dynamics with skz [ nsfw ]

how skz likes to kiss you [ nsfw ]

🍵 answered asks :

who in skz has a corruption kink[ nsfw ]

how often you have sex [ nsfw ]

who in skz would like orgasm denial [ nsfw ]

who in skz would say 'i know baby’ when you orgasm [ nsfw ]

who in skz would be into mutual masturbation [ nsfw ]

📂 mtl :

mtl to cook for you

mtl to enjoy you fighting for dominance [ nsfw ]

[fandomfluffandfuck]

AND IT HAS BEEN A LONG WEEK ALRIGHT

First thot: Natasha loves to pamper her subs. I don’t make the rules (yes I do I’m writing this) but Natasha loooooves going all out for her subs, especially if they’ve both had a hard week. She’ll run a bath for the both of them and use their favorite products and scents and warm towels. She’ll curl up with them in bed (in matching pjs no less) and watch reallllly trashy romance shows. They’re so funny. Plus she loves indulging in snacks and hair pets for her sub of course 😌

Second thot: Natasha taking her sub out for a night out (a shy sub who’s not used to big events, maybe it’s an Avengers event) and who checks in on them every little bit (she finds Steve also checking on her sub and she finds that kinda funny cause she knows he doesn’t like these events either lmao)

Third thot: Natasha trying to woo her sub before they’re dating and finding Bucky also doing that. Idk it seems like they’d have the same taste in subs, ie soft, sweet, WILL blush when complimented over the smallest things.

- idk if these are technically soft sub thots but I’m a soft sub and these r my thots 🥰💞 anon

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(Sorry it took me a few days to get to this! It's not that I wasn't excited about your thoughts, I just had a few late evenings at work)

It has been a looooong week

I completely agree! To me, Natasha has always struck me as a lover of high protocol. She goes completely, entirely out when domming. High fetish gear mixed high expectations of her submissive that absolutely means she goes hard with aftercare. All the pampering. She knows how to handle pushing submissive's limits without pushing too far. She has an elegant touch. She's hard to please. Her sub has to fight to be good, yet she's so indulgent, too. I love the idea of her and her sub in matching PJs. That's so sweet. I can see Nat being attracted to all types of people (and also no one, lol, I love me different sexuality canons for Nat, including, possible ace/aro depending on who's writing her), but I'm especially imagining her with a sweet girl now. Just curling up together in the same pajamas, brushing her sub's hair out, and then braiding it intricately. She'll do her own hair only after she's done pampering her sub.

Okay, but Natasha putting her hand on her sub's small of the back? Natasha taking their elbow and leading them through the crowd? Natasha's husky voice in their ear, leaning in close, her lips just slightly waxy, almost sticky with her deep, shiny lipstick? Oof. I wouldn't blame her sub for melting. Not at aaaall. (Lmao, that part about Steve checking in with her sub is so fucking Steve. I can both imagine it being because he knows what it's like himself being in a d/s relationship and because he's him, he wants to make sure everyone is supported and included.)

Oh my god! I LOVE the idea of Natasha pulling out all the stops to woo her sub. My compulsion is to say she'd be so smooth and suave and handsome. Idk. I just. She has moves. Absolutely. Turning her sub to a gooey mess exactly like Bucky does for Steve. (I think you get some good Russian vodka in them both, an excuse more than a real drunkenness, and they swap stories about blushing, squirming submissives 😮‍💨)

Thank you for the thoughts!!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Oh Nat definitely wants her subs docile (in the best and worst ways). She wants to snap and them fall at her feet; her speak a word and they’re at her side; her glance a certain way and they’re across the room

I feel like she’s big on reciprocation - some doms only like to take, but she looooooves to give. She’ll call them over in the middle of a business meeting just to give them head scritches, sweet darling that they are 💕 I also feel like she definitely likes having her sub kneeling under a table or desk while she works just so she can check on them, feed them, pet them… amongst other things :)

- ur sofite 💞 anon

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"Oh Nat definitely wants her subs docile (in the best and worst ways). She wants to snap and them fall at her feet; her speak a word and they’re at her side; her glance a certain way and they’re across the room"

Fuck 👏🏻 yeah 👏🏻

Oh, absolutely, Natasha is down to fucking give, especially the softness. She can totally be mean and expect worship in the middle of the scene, but she can also go the other way and be mean for giving so much pleasure and, yes, completely, she's big on giving outside of scenes. Aftercare but also, just, generally. All the time. She likes her sub knowing they're wanted and cherished.

Head scratches, little hums of praise, a comfy pillow to kneel on, a nice drink she makes them fetch, thinking it's for her, making them scramble and make sure it's expensive and nice, but, surprise motherfucker, it's for her sub, all that niceties, etc.

Yes!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Is this a safe space to say I’d wanna be in a Bucky/Natasha cuddle sandwich because-

- softie cuddly 💞 anon

A l w a y s

They'd be such good bookends, cuddling in close to you, sweetheart.

[innocent-artery]

𝗛𝗼𝘁 𝗡 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗱

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📖 You have a...creative way of keeping cool when the AC goes out in the middle of June.

👥 fem!chan x fem!reader, poly!fem!skz x fem!reader

🎧 the altar is my hips, a spotify playlist by me!

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.

🖋️ This one's for you @magicficwriting <3 also this may or may not turn into a mini series...stay tuned ;)

📸 divider by @strangergraphics

Six hours and the hosts still haven't called back. Six hours of toggling between ice cream and swimming and sleeping naked in front of the fan, head perking up at every sound just in case it was the phone ringing.

Six hours and the whole house was losing it.

The air conditioning had gone out around five in the morning. Changbin was the first to notice, as she was the only one who woke up that early. Jeongin, a light sleeper by nature, was the first to have her sleep disturbed by the sudden temperature change. One by one, everyone's hopes of beauty sleep was ruined by the suffocating heat that pervaded every corner of the beach house.

And there was no shortage of complaints.

"Channieeeeeee," Jisung whined, dragging her feet into the kitchen, "has the landlord called yet?"

"Nope. Not since the last time you asked ten minutes ago."

Her head drooped. "Sorry."

Chan offered her a sympathetic smile. "Why don't you go jump in the pool?"

"I just got out of the pool." Jisung sighed, finding her seat beside you at the barstools. She laid her head on your shoulder, and her wet hair was cool on your skin. You carded your fingers through the strands absently, watching Chan scoop frozen berries into the blender cup.

"Well I can't change the weather." Chan sighed. She scooped up a single ice cube in her hand, tossing it towards Jisung. "Here, rub this on your neck."

Huffing, Jisung pressed the ice into her skin, dragging it over her neck and collarbones, leaving a shiny trail in its wake. You could have sworn you could see the water evaporating off of her body.

As Jisung tilted her head over, she caught your gaze, snorting.

"Want some?" she asked, holding out the half-melted cube.

You nodded, and instead of putting it in your hand, she dropped it down the front of your shirt.

"Hey—Jisung!"

Before you could dig it out yourself, she pulled down the front of your tank top, blowing a raspberry into your chest and rubbing her nose on the wet streak.

Chan was laughing at you from the other side of the kitchen, and you rolled your eyes. Jisung looked very self-satisfied as she scrubbed the water droplets over her face.

"Ah, I feel much better now." She giggled, giving you a smug grin.

"Yeah, did my boob water cool you down?"

"Yes, very much."

"Boob water?"

Felix had rounded the corner just as the commotion had died down, and the confused raise of her brow made Jisung kick her head back in another round of laughter.

"New cooling strategy," you answered, fishing what was left of the ice cube out of your clothes and smearing it on your arms.

Felix hummed, and you could see the gears turning behind her eyes. She glanced at the fridge, then at Chan, then back at the fridge. With a finger to her lips to you and Jisung, she reached for another ice cube, then slowly crept over towards Chan and dropped it down into her shorts.

"FELIX!"

But before Chan could do anything Felix had sprinted out of the kitchen and out of sight. Chan sighed, tugging her shorts down to her knees. Your eyes widened when her ass cheeks rippled with the movement of the waistband.

"Damn."

You glanced over at Jisung, who was right there with you, head tilted to the side like a curious puppy as she admired Chan's...gym progress.

Chan laughed through her nose, dropping the cube into the sink and redirecting her focus to the blender with a shake of her head.

Meanwhile, you and Jisung shared a look, lizard brains syncing up.

. . .

"HAN JISUNG!"

An hour later and you, Jisung, and Felix had found an alternative source of entertainment.

You watched from around the corner as Jisung sprinted out into the backyard, giggling maniacally. Minho was trudging out after her, taking her sweet time.

"Again?" You heard Chan muse.

"Third time. I don't know where she's going, the gate is locked and she can't climb for shit." Minho grumbles, and you hear a squeal and a splash before the sliding glass door closes again.

You exhale silently, turning the melting ice cube in your hand. You were waiting for the opportune time to get Chan, who was lounging on the couch with her back to you. You couldn't see her front, but judging by the lack of fabric on her shoulders it was a safe bet that she was topless.

Just as you were getting ready to step out and ambush, you heard Changbin yelp, followed by a scuffle in the kitchen and a string of sorrysorrysorry coming from Felix. Chan tilted her head over lazily, but realizing she was too far away to see, she returned to her movie.

You stepped forward, slowly, flinching when Felix let out a peculiar sound in the other room. Your heart was thudding in your ears, and you were practically standing over Chan now. She definitely wasn't wearing a top. The shorts she had on hardly qualified as pants either, hiked up high to show off plush, muscular thighs.

You nearly dropped the ice cube on her head when she let out a soft laugh.

"I can see you, y'know."

Before you could run for cover, she snatched your wrist in one hand, looking up at you.

"TV reflection."

The look on her face was smug, and it sent a shiver down your spine. A single brow arched on her beautiful face, daring you to try her. Your hand wiggled, suspended above her body.

You dropped the cube into her lap.

"Alright, if that's how you want it." She huffed, turning around the couch faster than you could blink.

"Waitwaitwait—ah!" She scooped you up over her shoulder, smacking your ass and trudging toward her bedroom.

"This is what you wanted right? For me to give you attention?" She retorted, plopping you on the bed and caging your hips in with her legs. "Don't back out now."

You wiggled fruitlessly under her, giggling and pushing at her knees. "I didn't mean to, Channie—"

"That's a fat lie," she snorted, taking your wrists and pinning them beside your head. "And you know it."

She pulled your arms above your head and held them there with one hand, using the other to reach over to the glass on her nightstand and fish out an ice cube.

"Let's see if you can take what you dish out, yeah?"

The first touch of the ice cube on your sternum made your whole body tense up. You were determined to remain completely still, but the stiffness made it that much harder, and you couldn't help the groan you let out.

"Channie..." you whined, twitching when she dragged it down in the valley of your chest. You shifted your hips against her, trying to shake off the shivers.

"Nuh uh. You asked for this." She hardly bothered to hide how much satisfaction she took from making you shudder, pressing her hips down against yours. Your body tensed at the feeling of her skin pressing on your clit, however brief.

She brushed the cube over your nipple, soaking through your shirt, and your brain blue-screened, eyes screwing shut. Fuck, how long was she going to do this before you came untouched?

The face you made must have been pitiful, because she cooed at you in false sympathy. "Silly girl."

"Am not!" You argued, hardly concealing a gasp.

"Yeah, you kinda are," she mused, spreading the remnants of the ice over your stomach, frozen fingers skirting the skin just above your underwear. The water was refreshing, sure, but you were the furthest thing from relaxed. "Can't sneak around me, pretty girl, we've done this before."

You finally opened your eyes, meeting hers. "Wasn't trying to."

"No? You wanted to get caught?"

You rolled your eyes again, turning your head to the side coyly to hide the sheepish smile tugging at your lips.

She hummed, running her fingertips up your sides. "I figured. Just needed some attention, hm? You could have just asked."

You finally looked at her again, and boy, was that bad for your composure.

Everything about her screamed sex icon. You could see the pudge of her pussy outlined against her thin little shorts, seam pressed right in the middle. Her legs were toned, perfect to weigh you down and make you take whatever she gave you. Her tits were right in front of your face. You were almost jealous of the way they sat, full and soft and shifting subtly with every movement of her arm. Your salivary glands agreed, and you had to swallow to avoid drooling all over her.

"Ahem."

You nearly jumped, meeting her gaze. She passed her tongue over her teeth, completing a smug look that made shame burn your ears.

"You're so cute when you're flustered." She purred, bending forward to press a single kiss to your ear.

"Canyoueatmeout?" You blurted, immediately pressing your lips together before you said anything else embarrassing.

Chan paused for a moment, then laughed. Red-hot embarrassment made you want to shrink into the mattress, or come, or both.

"So impatient." She pressed a kiss to your burning cheek, shifting off of your legs and holding them open from under your knees. "Say please?"

You huffed, turning to stare her down. You reached over to the nightstand and pulled out another ice cube from the cup, holding it out to her. Wordlessly and without breaking her stare, she leaned forward and parted her lips in a manner that made your stomach flip.

"Please, Channie..." you whispered, touching your nose to hers and wiping a drop of water from the corner of her lips.

"...put your tongue on me."

She smiled dumbfounded, and for a moment she looked impressed. Before you could whine for her to hurry up already, she slithered down to the foot of the bed, rolling the ice around on her tongue.

"Since you asked so nicely."

Even though you were anticipating it, the first touch of the ice cube to your clit over your panties made you flinch.

"'S'cold?" She mumbled, kissing the spot as if to soothe the sting.

You nodded, breath stuttering.

"Mm." She dragged the cube up and down the seam of your pussy lips, holding it between her glossy lips. "You wanted to cool down."

"Take them off," you breathed, wincing at how your underwear was clinging to your skin more and more with every drag. "Please."

This time, she obliged, tugging the gusset to the side. She shifted the ice into the side of her cheek, then pursed her lips and dropped a cold glob of spit onto your clit.

Chan always ate you out like this. Playing with her food. Winding you up before stringing you out. Staring at your pussy hungrily, like tasting it would satisfy her.

Leaning her head down, she blew cold air onto the wet spot, earning a surprised sound from you, fingers instinctively reaching for her hair. "Channie..."

"Aw, I know." She murmured, tone unrepentant. "All that heat is getting to your pretty head. But don't worry, we'll get you de-stressed."

Her tongue, chilled and slippery, traced the outside of your hole, pushing in a little when you clenched. She groaned, pulling your lips apart with her thumbs and angling her head so that the cold water would drip down out of her mouth, effectively drenching your whole crotch in spit and cold water.

"Tastes so sweet," she sighed, tongue traveling up towards your clit, leaving pinpricks of chill and desire in her wake. "Can never get enough of you. Maybe I should just stay here until they get the AC fixed."

You groaned, hips bucking up into her face when she nudged a finger inside you, massaging slowly. "Wouldn't—ffuck—wouldn't mind..."

You could feel her smile around your skin, warm breath of her laugh contrasting the ice cube. Her tongue was heavenly, twirling, stirring the whirlpool of pleasure building in your stomach. She stared up at you through her lashes, sucking lightly on your clit before letting it go with a wet pop, then capturing it in her lips and starting the process all over again. Just enough to bring you to the edge of insanity but keep you off the edge. The ice has long since melted, but neither of you could be bothered to pause for more. Not when you could hardly catch your breath over the pulsing warmth in your loins.

"Sound so pretty, lovey," she purred. Her lashes fluttered when you tugged her hair gently with the rhythm of her movement. There was a surprising sense of urgency in her voice, and when you looked down, you noticed her hips moving in tight circles on the edge of the mattress. "I can hear you getting close, baby, let go."

Instead, you shook your head. "Not...not yet. Want to cum with you."

Something between fondness and excitement flashed over her eyes, and she placed a few soft kisses on your thigh. "Yeah? I want that too, pretty."

She sat upright, shuffling her dampened sleep shorts off—no panties, obviously—and throwing them to some forgotten corner of the room. As she stooped over her suitcase, you took a moment to admire her. The contours of her back, the slope of her waist, her wavy hair whipping around her face. The heart shape her hips and thighs made as she bent over. She was gorgeous.

"Here we are," she hummed, holding up a small purple vibrator and crawling back to you. Her fingers squeezed your thighs as she held you in place, maneuvering herself to sit above you with one ankle swung over her hip. The silicone was cool on your clit, and you squirmed at the pressure.

"Let's get you taken care of, hm?" She purred, clicking the vibrator on to the lowest setting.

You nodded, feebly grasping her thighs for leverage as you lifted your hips into the toy. "Yes, please, please take care of me mommy."

Chan's expression was cool, but the twitch of her lip told you she was thrilled at the name. "Such a sweet girl, asking so nicely."

The buzzing felt heavenly against your pulsing clit, hitting all the right spots to make your eyes droopy with pleasure. You felt Chan shift over you, and when you opened your eyes, the vibrator was trapped between your pussy and hers, glistening with the combined wetness. Her fingers held the toy in place as she rocked her hips forward, pushing the toy further into you. The noises in the room were filthy as the vibrator rocked back and forth between you, with squelching sounds echoing off the walls between gasps and sighs.

"M-mommy, I—" you whined when she kicked the intensity up a notch, clawing at the sheets under you. "It's so good, I need to—"

Chan cooed at you, smoothing a hand over your chest and groping at one of your tits. "Yeah? Gonna cum for mommy?" It was unfair how steady her voice sounded when she was doing most of the work. All those hours in the gym paid off because you felt seconds away from your muscles giving out.

You nodded fervently, clasping your hand over hers. "Kiss me."

When the two of you had first started dating, she'd told you that if she ever said no to a kiss, then it wasn't her. Luckily, Chan wasted no time shifting her body weight forward so that she could lean over you, pressing her soft tits up against yours while she kissed you. Her hips, still holding the vibrator between you, rotated in a slow, mind-numbing circle. You could feel the slick dripping out of her, drooling from her pussy down into yours.

"Mmm...my pretty girl," she murmured between kisses, "is mommy making you feel good?"

You choked on a moan when she sucked gently on your tongue, keeping you from answering past a breathy "mmhm".

"Yeah? How good?" She continued her assault of kissing and sucking down the side of your neck, licking a wet stripe down the column of your throat.

"So good, so good mommy, please, can I cum?" When she gave the flesh of your neck a soft bite, your hands flew to her shoulders, nails dragging over her skin just enough to earn a deep, wrecked sound from her.

"Mm, so demanding," she clicked her tongue. There was no real scolding in her voice, of course there wasn't. "Keep scratching mommy up and you can cum as many times as you like."

In an instant, she took one of your nipples in her mouth, tongue flicking against the peak while her fingers pinched the other. You cried out, voice raspy and high, and raked your nails down her back, earning a satisfied sound to harmonize with yours. Heat was stirring in your gut, and it was as if Chan could feel it with you. Letting out a frustrated huff, she tossed the vibrator away, still buzzing into the carpet, and ground her clit against yours.

This feeling was much different. The vibrator was sharp and overwhelming, but the heat from Chan's body couldn't be replicated with any toy. Her clit was swollen and pink, drenched in her (and your) sweetness, making that warm fuzzy feeling wash over you in waves.

"You're so wet baby, I can tell you're close," Chan murmured into your chest. She stared up at you with glossed-over eyes. Her hair was mussed from your fingers running through it, but somehow she still looked stunning. "Come on, give it to me."

Her voice was a balm to the heat licking up your spine, coaxing you right where you wanted to be. You felt so good you could hardly breathe.

"Chan—mommy—I'm gonna—hah—right there, fuck!"

Your head thumped back onto the pillow as your high crashed over you. Your jaw was dropped in a silent scream, letting Chan's pretty voice fill your ears as she quickly followed after. Her hips slowed into a deep grind, drawing out both of your highs as long as possible until you were twitching.

"Channie, hurts..." you rasped, although you couldn't find it in you to push her away.

She dropped her head into your shoulder, slowing her hips to a stop. There was mess all over your thighs and the sheets under you, and you definitely needed a shower, but that was a problem for later.

"You did so good, pretty girl," she whispered, giving you a hazy smile. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Channie." Your brain was still floating above the clouds, and for a moment, you two just sat there, content to listen to each other's breathing and heartbeat.

...Until it got really hot again, and you became uncomfortably aware of how sticky you were.

You were the first to break the silence. "You know we're gonna have to wash the sheets before tonight, right?"

Chan lifted her face from your stomach, raising a brow at you. "Who's we? You made a mess."

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah, I think you did." She swiped a thumb between your pussy lips to make her point, earning a sharp inhale from you. She held the shiny finger up to you as if presenting criminal evidence. "This is all you, babe."

"You're the one who was spitting ice everywhere."

"That was also your idea," she mumbled, bringing the pad of her thumb to her lips.

You groaned, pulling a pillow over your eyes.

"Tell you what."

You felt her lift off of you, making the mattress creak miserably. For a moment you couldn't sense her, until she took your thighs in her hands and you knew exactly where she was going with this.

"You can clean the sheets..."

Yup. You should have known better than think she'd be satisfied after one round. Chan used two fingers to spread your wetness around, chuckling to herself.

"...if I can clean you."

Yeah, a shower can wait.

[seungisms]

💭 … perv!boyfriend!chan headcanons

pairing. bang chan x f!reader. genre. smut, minors dni. warnings. unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (male and female receiving), overstimulation, inexperienced!reader, chan is a wee bit pushy, pantie stealer chan 🤏

perv!boyfriend!chan who subtly presses up behind you in the morning while you’re making breakfast, acting like he’s searching for something on the top shelf above your head but his cock is sandwiched perfectly against your ass and his breathing is getting heavier when he feels the heat of your pussy through your cotton panties

perv!boyfriend!chan who ‘forgets’ to do the laundry when you ask him, just so he can watch you prance around in practically nothing, all plush thighs and pretty curves he wants to get lost in

perv!boyfriend!chan who’s the perfect gentleman and always insists you walk up the stairs in front of him, but really he’s just trying to steal a glance under your cute little skirt

perv!boyfriend!chan who likes how inexperienced you are. he gets off on being the first one to touch you, the first one to see your pretty eyes stare up at him as he makes a mess of your cunt, the first one to make you crave cock so much you don’t know what to do with yourself when you don’t get it

perv!boyfriend!chan who lets you play with his dick for hours on end, no matter how sensitive or swollen he is - fisting his thick cock in lazy strokes as your tongue laps and presses down on the fat tip - all the while he’s muttering sweet words in your ears, saying so much, just about anything to keep himself from cumming so soon. “that’s it baby, doing so well for me. just keep your eyes on me,” starting to fuck his hips up in time with your hand when you do, loving the sweet doe eyed look on your face as you jerk him off

perv!boyfriend!chan who insists that you sit on his lap on movie nights with the boys, even though there’s plenty of other empty spots, just to shallowly grind his dick against your ass the entire time, burying his head in the crook of your neck to muffle his whimpers - hoping the movie is loud enough that the others can’t hear him

perv!boyfriend!chan who records you while you’re taking his cock. he always says you look so pretty underneath him, cunt stuffed full and lashes wet with tears. he jerks himself off to the footage when he’s on tour, fisting his cock with your name dangling from his lips and your pussy on his mind

perv!boyfriend!chan who gets a little carried away. he doesn’t know how to control himself whenever you let him between your legs - sniffing and lapping lewdly at your clit without even bothering to take your underwear off first, causing the fabric to stick uncomfortably against your soaked cunt. but he doesn’t seem to mind, pushing the stupid thing aside to nuzzle his nose between your folds, teeth nipping on your bud and tongue slobbering so shamelessly into your pussy that he has you whimpering and whining and covering your face in embarrassment. he just gets so fucking pussy drunk so quickly

perv!boyfriend!chan who cums too fast and too much. he gets a little overwhelmed when he’s inside you, sitting you pretty on his dick and fucking up into you so deep and raw that it has you clawing at his arms and arching in his hold, falling limp against his chest and he just uses it as an opportunity to handle you by the hips, lifting you up just to sink you back down onto his cock - deep, slow thrusts that have you drooling into the crook of his neck. he becomes real sloppy and nasty the closer he is to cumming, cursing underneath his breath and eyes pinned to where you’re connected, watching the way your cunt struggles to take his cock, each grind of his dick becoming sloppier until he’s making a complete mess of your pussy, sticky and warm and dripping down your thighs. he also likes to hump his softened cock back into you, your tired whines only fuelling him on even more. “shhh my sweet girl, i know you can take more.”

perv!boyfriend!chan who has an obsession with your panties - he uses them to jerk himself off, his cock settling heavily on the pretty pink fabric, soaking through the cotton where your pussy has once been. he feels so guilty afterwords too, scratching the back of his neck and refusing to meet your eyes when you offhandedly notice your underwear drawer getting smaller and smaller with each passing day - knowing fine rightly he has them stuffed under his pillow back at the dorm, stained heavily with cum

perv!boyfriend!chan who likes watching you get yourself off. the cute way you huff and puff cause your fingers just aren’t the right size, can’t stretch you out in ways that has you seeing stars and your pussy just itching for something thicker to fill you up. but he likes to make you work for it, tells you how deep to go, when to add another finger, telling you how well you’re doing and how he’s gonna give you his dick soon if you continue being good for him. wants you to admit that you want him

perv!boyfriend!chan who has no problem grovelling if he has to. he’ll beg, plead, be in damn near tears if you deny him your pussy, laying between your legs and fingers hooking around the band of your panties when you continue to ignore him, nuzzling into the soft skin of your thigh as he ruts his sore and lonely cock against the mattress of the bed, looking up at you so desperate it nearly has you giving in. “please baby, jus’ one taste. jus’ one taste and i’ll leave you alone.”

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[cbini]

on the topic of fem!skz!!

can we please explore more of fem!channie and her daddy tendencies 🙂‍↕️

literally any headcanons, sfw or nsfw 💕💕 i’d love to hear your thoughts 🚬

OHHWWW fem daddy channie <3 she’s got so many daddyisms bc she’s the ultimate daddy….

idk why but my first thought was manspreading? she has gorgeous, smoothly waxed legs and you drool whenever she crosses them, but there’s just something so yummy about her sitting with her legs spread like she owns the place and wants to take up space. especially when she wears those athletic shorts she loves so much 😵‍💫😵‍💫 the ones that ride up to show her thick thighs…. she’ll pat one of her thighs too and beckon you over to sit in her lap or between her pretty legs, she’ll probably play with your hair while you’re there too.

calling her mommy was frequent occurrence. she loved it, you both did, but the first time you called her daddy with your lips between her legs, she swears she saw heaven. “daddy’s pussy tastes so good…” had her hips snapping so hard that she apologized profusely for it between her babbling. but she couldn’t stop! it’s like that word just made her brain go blank, she fucked your face and pulled your hair until she couldn’t take it anymore, using her legs to flip you over instead so that she could climb on top of your dazed little face and cum that way instead. her movements were so rough, her pretty face was smushed against the headboard while she ground down frantically onto your tongue. “baby, baby- oh my gosh, oh my- fucking gosh, ‘m sorry, i can’t stop… feels too good, daddy feels so fucking good.” 🩷🩷🩷

also how about…. your daddy can’t leave without a kiss in the morning even though it kills her to wake u up :( you’re too cute when you sleep and you need it!! she’ll rouse you as gently as she can and murmur “i’m heading out, sweetheart, give daddy a kiss?” so quietly because you’re all sweetly groggy and not even half awake. she leans down and lets you kiss wherever you can reach, but she’ll never leave without pressing a kiss to your lips.

i think another daddyism of channie’s is that she doesn’t even have to speak for you to listen to her. a loud snap of her fingers, a cocked eyebrow, a beckon of her hands… you’re folding right away. for how shy and embarrassed she can sometimes be, she sure has one hell of an aura. she loves to be in charge and loves that you trust her enough to guide you. your daddy only wants what’s best for you <3

[cbini]

very niche but i think chan would get turned on by a sweet southern accent. 'hai sugar bun' or just overall flirty dirty talk in that tone would make him melt

hahaha as a southern girlie i love this…. it just sounds cute! you sound cute when you call him pumpkin or when you really enunciate and elongate the i in chris. he loves your voice in general, but yeah, he was not prepared for any flirting or dirty talk in that sweet voice. even something as simple as “hey, handsome” gets him blushing pretty pink for every eye to see. and then later… laid up in bed, bare skin tinted red and blue and purple from those led lights of his... “aww, honey, bless your heart” because his cock is just so hard against your hip. yeah that hits him right in the gut. anything dirtier than that probably gets him whining for it. a whisper in his ear and your nails down his toned belly has him panting.

“baby, your- your voice, fuck, what else? what else are you gonna do to me?”

[innocent-artery]

𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲'𝘀 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆 (𝗶): 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀

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📖 A dumb game of truth or dare reveals more than you, your boyfriend, or his best friend could have anticipated.

👥 bf!jisung x fem!reader x bfbff!hyunjin

🎧 the altar is my hips, a spotify playlist by me!

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.

🖋️ This is the first work I’ve written in two years, so feedback is greatly appreciated.

📸 divider by @pixopix

Jisung knew he should have said no when you asked him if he wanted another drink.

Not that he didn't trust your drinks. That was one of the many things that he bragged to his friends about at every opportunity, that he had his own personal bartender. But the problem with that was that he couldn't say no to you, especially when you smiled like that.

"Thank you, baby," Jisung smiled, taking your wrist and kissing the inside of your palm before you returned to the kitchen to make something for yourself.

God, he loved seeing you like this. He loved you all the time, obviously, but there was something so charming when you were in your element. Just hanging out with your favorite people without a care in the world.

Another reason Jisung relished these days: seeing you dolled up and feeling pretty. You wore your favorite top tonight, the one with the neckline that made Jisung's mouth water just a little. He'd held you a little closer to him that night, arms wrapped high around your ribs for "no reason".

You were driving him up a wall, and you weren't even doing anything.

The group was reaching a lull in the night, as usual. Any new gossip or big life changes had already been discussed, and everyone was full from dinner, if the empty pizza boxes stacked over Hyunjin's trash can were anything to go by. It was quiet now, each of the boys were draped over throw pillows on the floor of Hyunjin's apartment, nursing their third or fourth drink of the night and scrolling on their phones. Music played from somewhere in the kitchen through an old, tinny speaker, and the lights were dimmed to a soft orange glow.

"Truth or dare...um...Minho." Chan cleared his throat, leaning against the end of the couch. Everyone groans, booing and swatting their hands.

"Not this again, dude, we've played this the last four nights," Changbin moans.

"Shush. Truth or dare Min?"

Minho gives a long, dramatic sigh. "Dare."

Chan looks around dumbly, hand wandering under the couch until he pulls a permanent marker out from under it. "I dare you to let someone draw something on you."

"ME!" Felix says a little too loudly, snatching the marker from Chan and crawling haphazardly over to where Minho sat, the latter staring him down apprehensively.

"Fine, but nothing on my face," he conceded, eyeing the glint in the boy's eyes.

"Yeah whatever, turn around." Felix shuffled behind Minho, lifting his arm and tugging the marker cap off with his teeth. He pulled Minho's arm up above his head and began scratching lines onto his lower neck . Everyone craned their neck to see what Felix was drawing, giggling.

"Alright, alright, what is it?" Minho complains, trying to twist his neck around.

When Felix is finished, there is a cartoon sketch of a marshmallow man spreading his comically large butt cheeks to reveal an x between them and a ballsack. Next to it was written, 'will eat ass for $1'.

"Here, I'll show you." Seungmin angled his phone so that the screen only captured the words, snapped a photo, and held it out to Minho.

"Tsk, you guys are so immature," Minho waved the crowd back to their seats, yanking a strand of Felix's hair playfully before the boy could dodge him.

Jisung settled back into his seat, beaming when you returned from the kitchen and found your perch under his arm.

"Hey gorgeous, you come here often?" he kissed the crown of your head, nudging you when you smiled shyly.

"Felix oh my God," Minho was angling his phone around his shoulder. "This is not what you showed me!"

"You didn't specify no butts, man, that's on you." Hyunjin chuckled from your other side, tilting his head back against the coffee table.

"Okay, my turn," Minho tapped his fingers against the glass in thought, chewing his lip. "Everyone has to drink if you’ve ever gotten a boner because of someone in this room.”

“That’s not how the game works!”

You and Jisung look at each other, giggling, and take a gulp from your drinks.

What baffled Jisung, however, was that you two weren’t the only ones. Seungmin and Minho were both tipping their glasses back.

Something silver flashes in his peripheral, and Jisung’s eyes flicker briefly to Hyunjin. His gaze was trained into his glass, little black straw trapped between his lips.

"Since we're on the topic, I have a dare," you chirped, perking up in your seat. You whipped your head around to face Jisung, and he knew he was in for it.

"Truth or dare, baby?"

Jisung chuckled, knowing full well you wouldn't accept it if he said truth. He pretended to think, tapping his chin theatrically. "Hmmm...dare."

"I dare you to kiss the prettiest guy in the room."

. . .

Hyunjin's heart drops to his ass when he hears the question.

He shifts in his seat, watching Jisung process the question. Jisung grins, whispers something in your ear to make you laugh. Then he scans the room, silently judging each of his friends until his gaze met Hyunjin’s.

Then he sets his drink down, crawls forward on his hands and knees. Hyunjin’s eyes widen, chuckling nervously. His eyes flicker to you, but you’re watching with rapt attention, bottom lip tugged between your teeth in a barely-concealed grin.

“Can I?” Jisung murmurs, face hovering close. He gave a lazy, lopsided smile that made it hard to look away from his mouth. Hyunjin’s cheeks burned. Whether it was the gin and tonic or the flutter of Jisung's eyelashes, he couldn't tell.

Before Hyunjin could get in his own head about it, he tilted his head forward, humming an affirmative.

It’s just a dare, what’s the big deal?

But when Hyunjin closed his eyes, Jisung didn't kiss him right away. Instead of a mouth, Hyunjin felt a guitar-calloused thumb graze the edge of his bottom lip.

"So handsome," Jisung purred, brushing his lips enough to make Hyunjin's spine weak.

Jisung’s kisses were slow, deep. Hyunjin felt his presence all around him, sharp scent slowly dragging him under. His mouth tasted faintly alcoholic, and the sound of lips smacking and sweet sighs made Hyunjin’s stomach swoop.

Blood sang in Hyunjin's ears when Jisung brought his hand to Hyunjin’s neck, thumb pushing gently on his jaw while his other hand steadied on Hyunjin’s thigh.

Through the thick haze fogging his brain, Hyunjin was acutely aware of the other boys, and you, watching the scene unfold. It made heat lick at his stomach, shame and something else. He didn't stop to wonder what it was, fingers tugging the collar of Jisung's shirt. Jisung moaned quietly, inaudible to anyone but them, and Hyunjin sucked his tongue with desperation that surprised both of them.

Hyunjin was just about to pull Jisung onto his lap when the latter pulled away, breathing heavy in a way that made Hyunjin feel oddly proud of himself.

Jisung turned to you, a salacious glint in his eyes, kiss-bitten lips stretched into a smile. "That good enough for you, pretty girl?"

You looked mesmerized. You were rubbing the pendant of your necklace across your lips absently, and the look in your eyes was identical to your boyfriend's, like a kid in a candy shop. Hyunjin had to remind himself that you were staring at Jisung - until you weren't. Your eyes raked over him, flushed face, mussed hair, heaving chest, with a look that Hyunjin's tipsy brain couldn't quite decipher.

"That was beautiful, baby." You purred, and a shiver went down Hyunjin's spine, even if you weren’t talking to him.

"Do you guys want some alone time?" Seungmin deadpanned from his corner.

Hyunjin looked back at Jisung, who was still very close to his face. For a moment he thought he was going to say yes, until Jisung chuckled, ruffling Hyunjin's hair before returning to you, where he belonged.

He tugged his jacket tighter over his back, suddenly feeling cold.

. . .

Your cheeks feel like they're on fire, and Jisung's body pressed against yours is certainly not helping.

You honestly didn't think Jisung would take it that far. Neither did you think Hyunjin would go along with it. You anticipated a simple peck that they'd laugh off. Not enough spank bank to get you through next year.

You can't help but peek side glances at Hyunjin as the game continues. He was so stone-faced that you might not have known he'd just tongue punched his best friend if you hadn't witnessed it yourself. His eyes were steeled on Jeongin and Chan trading shirts across the living room. When he finally, finally noticed your outright gawking, the corner of his mouth quirked in an awkward smile, but did not say anything. God, his side profile was angelic.

Pause.

You glanced to your other side, ignoring the tingle in your stomach. There was Jisung, in all his beauty. Laughing heartily at something his friend said, eyebrows pinching upwards and flushed cheeks pulling upward into something pinchable.

"Now we're just doing the same questions we always do, this is boring," Jeongin whined, scrolling Pinterest futilely for prompts. Chan has no refute this time, stuffing his hand between the couch cushions for the remote he sat on.

When the group settles into their unspoken designated seats for a movie, your eyes dart over to Hyunjin again. He's curled up in the recliner, picking at a string in his shirt absently while the beginning credits rolled. As controlled as his face was, his ears were rosy, even in the harsh light of the screen.

You wondered what he was thinking about, and for a second you wondered if you should ask. But before you could open your mouth, Jisung was pulling your legs into his lap.

"Hey pretty girl, what's on your mind?" Jisung glanced over at where you were looking, and a smugness crept over his features. "...Ah. I see. You're still thinking about that?"

You raised a brow. "You're not?"

He shrugged coyly, averting his gaze to the movie. "Not particularly."

You narrowed your eyes, shifting your legs under his. His body tensed, fingers flexing over your ankle.

You knew that response like the back of your hand. And you knew exactly what to do with it.

"No? Then what are you so tense for, Sung?" you murmured, leaning your face into his neck. "What're you thinking about, pretty boy?"

Jisung's jaw clenched, and you kissed it slowly, nails trailing his stomach over his sweatshirt. You thanked Hyunjin for having so many blankets or else you never could have gotten away with this.

Hyunjin.

Pink dusted your boyfriend's cheeks. His hands kneaded your calves, as if to ground himself.

"Baby..." he breathed.

"Hm?" your fingers traced shapes up and down his chest, never venturing further than his navel. He hooked his hand under your knee and tugged your legs tighter over your lap, and you felt it. Half-hard and warm through his pants. Your mouth began to water.

Somewhere across from you, leather squeaked.

Hyunjin. A thrill tore through you. It couldn’t be anyone else, nobody sat in the leather chair but him. One brief glance told you everything you needed to know: he was trying- and failing- not to stare.

"Please," Jisung huffed, snapping your attention back where it belonged. You shushed him, placing another kiss under his ear.

"You don't want to watch the movie?" you whispered, smiling devilishly up at him.

Jisung rolled his eyes, turning your jaw over so he could whisper in your ear.

"Baby, I've never been harder in my entire life. The only thing I want to watch is my dick making shapes in your stomach."

The bathroom was right there. You knew Jisung was begging you to drag him in and give him the time of his life. But you also knew he'd cum so much harder if you waited.

Instead of standing, you snuggled further into him, pushing the seam of your thighs over his bulge.

"Sucks for you, then."

His subtlety was wavering. You could tell by the twitch of his hips, the flex of his fingers over your thighs. You pretended not to notice, resting your cheek on his chest and taking a quick moment to scan the room. None of your friends were the wiser- in fact, most of them were either asleep or nodding off. Only Felix, Changbin, and Hyunjin remained awake.

The image of Jisung and Hyunjin flashed in your mind again. They were so pretty together it almost made you jealous. Your brain, finding a mind of its own, wondered what it looked like when Hyunjin looked at you that way. Malleable and practically shaking with want.

Would you and Jisung tag-team him? What does he taste like? Would his voice get higher or deeper when he came? Would he watch you ride him or kick his head back and show off his pretty throat?

You stood abruptly, hooking two fingers in Jisung's collar and tugging him down the hall with you.

As soon as the lock clicked, Jisung was pushing you up against the counter, palms settling over your ribs as your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him with a fervor that he matched tenfold.

"Off," he muttered, tugging at your pants, nose scrunching with impatience when they snagged your ankles. Your hands went under his sweatshirt, feeling the contours of his chest, tracing over where you knew his tattoos were. He pulled it over his head along with his shirt.

His hands, steady and warm, tapped the underside of your thigh. You hopped onto the counter, shivering at the cool tile on your bare cheeks. But with the way he slotted in between your legs, crowding you against the mirror, it was hard to feel anything but heat.

"So handsome, baby," you crooned. Your nails dragged up his chest, brushing his nipples. He shivered, pulling you into another kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

"Aw, is someone getting shy?" you mused, hand slipping between your bodies to palm him. "You weren't so shy earlier, hm?"

"Stop talking," he groaned, hips kicking into your hand. "I'm not gonna last if you talk to me like that."

At least he was a man of his word. His cock throbbed under your touch, the slightest of pressures deepening the crease between his brows. His thumb, massaging the junction between your leg and your pussy, pushed slowly under the seam of your underwear, ghosting over your clit just enough to make you gasp. He followed the trail of slick coating your lips down to the source, pressing lightly against your hole.

"Shit, you're soaked," Jisung whined into your ear. He tugged your underwear to the side, sinking a finger into you painfully slowly, pausing after each knuckle.

If anything was magical about Jisung, it was his hands. Right now was no exception. Not with how he curled it expertly forward, setting a push-and-pull rhythm that had you rolling your hips into his hand.

“More, Ji, please,” you gasped, spreading your legs impossibly wider.

And who was he to deny you? Jisung eased a second finger in with ease, jaw working in concentration.

“Kiss,” you sighed, tilting your head forward.

“Hang on,” Jisung pursed his lips, head tilting down to release a long string of spit down between your bodies, landing right on your clit.

Damn him and his perfect aim.

“Wanna hear her talk to me,” he hummed, thumb smearing the sticky fluid over you, long enough to see your reaction before kissing you breathless. Tongue long and insistent and utterly captivating.

You gave a choked whine, reaching blindly for the bathroom fan. "Please, baby, please fuck me."

Unlike you, Jisung was terrible at making you wait. His forehead thumped against your shoulder. "Fuck, okay."

Your hands began to unbuckle his jeans, but he took your wrists, setting your hands over his broad shoulders and working his zipper down himself.

His cock was a deep pink- you felt a little bad for making him wait so long, it looked like it hurt. He sucked a breath through his teeth when he took it in his hand, screwed his eyes shut when he pushed the tip into you.

"More," you whispered, wrapping your ankles around his waist. Slowly, he sank deeper, stretching you deliciously. Your head was swimming, palms beginning to sweat under warm biceps. His hands clutched to your waist for dear life, until one was pressing against your stomach.

"Hey." Jisung brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek, soft breath fanning your face. "Look."

Just like he promised, his cock, nestled to the hilt, was pressing a faint bulge in your belly. You pulsed around him and he groaned, muffling his noises against your collarbone so he didn't wake the entire apartment complex when he began to move.

"Feels so good baby, always does." Jisung mouths at your neck, teeth tugging at the skin gently. His fingers circled your clit, gathering some of the excess slick and smearing it over the skin. "Making such a mess."

""S you, Sung." You gasped, fingernails raking down his back. He whimpered loudly. "You looked so fucking pretty making out with Hyunjin out there."

The throb of his cock made your head spin, egging you on. "Y'think he can hear us, baby?"

Jisung gave a particularly loud moan, an enthusiastic answer to your question. "Fuck, keep talking." His hips sped up from the slow grind he'd been using to stave off his orgasm, thrusts becoming more invigorated.

"You made him so nervous- shit- thought I was gonna cum on the spot." Your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging when his teeth stung into your shoulder. "That look in his eyes, he'd do anything for you. Bet he'd suck you off so good. Maybe we should bring him in here, let him see how stupid you get when your dick's wet."

His dick throbbed. You could feel the frustration radiating off of him, and it made you giddy. You were almost contemplating calling for Hyunjin right then and there.

But when Jisung's hips slowed to a halt, you wondered if you had gone too far. Nerves pricked at the back of your neck when his head pulled back to look at you.

"Turn around." He breathed, dragging your hips toward the edge of the counter. "Let's see how stupid you get when there's a dick inside of you."

Hyunjin's bathroom was heavy with sweat and panting as he pulled out, let you wiggle around and brace yourself against the tile. Your stomach was soaked with the amount of slick that had accumulated under you.

The pace he set was brutal, hips snapping so deep into you that it punched the air out of your lungs.

"Look at you." He tilted your head up, holding you by the chin so you could see your face in the mirror. "What happened to all that big talk, baby?"

Your head was so hazy you couldn't even fathom a reply, eyes wandering from you, shiny with sweat and eyes heavy, to him, staring devilishly back at you with the same red-hot desperation. The only way you could respond to him was by letting your pussy do the talking, filthy wet smacks accentuated with a staccato of ah-ah-ahs.

"Maybe we should ask Hyunjin to come join. Let him watch me fuck this pretty pussy. He's such a voyeur, he wouldn't even need us to touch him." Jisung pressed kisses in between your shoulder blades, hand shifting to the back of your neck to pull you back onto him. "Just one look at your face when you're cumming on my cock and he's done for."

Pressure was building in your stomach fast. Jisung's voice was sultry enough on its own, but the picture he painted made your head spin. Your face was almost up to the glass now, pushed up by the voracity of his thrusts.

"He tasted so good baby, you'd love kissing him. His tongue is fucking magic."

Shit, where was this coming from? You hardly had time to be shocked when your pussy began clenching hard around him, making the stretch that much sweeter.

“You like the sound of that?” his palm left your neck and braced against the mirror. “You little freak.”

You let your head fall forward, cheek resting on the glass. "Sung I'm- fuck, I'm gonna..."

"Yeah, I fuckin' feel it. Let go baby, cum with me, c'mon." Jisung's hips were trembling but they maintained the pace, every jolt of his tip pressing against the spot that made the edges of your vision blur.

Your orgasm washed over you, pure heat enveloping you from all sides. It traveled through your whole body, you could feel it in your toes as you panted into the mirror.

Jisung let out a curse, eyes rolling back in his head. With a choked noise he bent all the way over you, chest to your back, slowing to a deep grind that almost hurt as he emptied himself into you.

Once the silence had settled over you, you remembered the world right outside the bathroom door. You winced when you realized couldn’t hear the movie.

“Think they heard?” Jisung murmured, planting soft kisses to your shoulder.

You scoffed weakly. “There’s no way they didn’t.”

“Yeah, but do you think they heard what we were saying?”

You paused. What if they did? What if Hyunjin heard you talking about him? Would he be flattered? Appalled?

“I can hear the gears turning. What’s up?”

Your muscles ached when you moved, silently signaling him to pull out. He complied, handing you his sweatshirt while he dug through the sink cabinets for something to clean up.

“I just- I don’t know. What if he thinks it’s weird?” You turned over, standing with your back against the sink.

Jisung poked his head up to look at you, then sighed. “I don’t know. It’s not like we actually asked him to join.”

"No, you're right, we didn't." You chewed your lip, watching him as he smoothed a wet wipe over your lower half. He glanced up at you briefly, sensing his answer didn’t satisfy you.

"Did you want him to join?"

Your shoulders tensed. It’s a simple question, but you couldn’t help but worry about the implications of your answer.

And of course he noticed. His fingers grazed your cheek, a silent plea to meet his eyes. "I’m not mad at you. I’m just curious."

His gaze was steady when you met it, concerned but not apprehensive in the slightest.

"I mean, yeah? It was a heat of the moment thing." He simply watched you mull over your answer, and somehow that made you more nervous. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

He shook his head, smiling softly. "No. I'm the one who kissed him, remember?"

You nodded. "I wasn't going to ask him, honestly. I thought about it. But it's just, we've never done anything like that before."

He hummed in agreement, hands coming to rest on your thighs. "Yeah. I think that's a conversation for later, though, when we've slept on it."

You heaved a sigh of relief, forehead thumping onto his still-bare chest. "I love you."

He pressed a kiss to your hair. "I love you too."

"I mean it. I know tonight was kind of a lot and we can pretend it didn't happen. I love you no matter what."

Jisung chuckled, taking your hand and squeezing it four times. "I never thought you didn't mean it. I love you too."

You took his knuckles to your lips, kissing them. Even in moments like these, when you're both a little unsure, he knows you.

"Okay, now hand me my pants."

. . .

Hyunjin was in agony.

He knew what you two were doing in there, he wasn't stupid. But now he had the tiniest inkling of what it was like firsthand and he couldn't get it out of his head. He knew what Jisung tasted like, what his hands felt like on his skin. He knew the way your eyelashes fluttered when you were incomprehensibly horny. And he wanted to know more.

That wasn't the first time he'd kissed a guy, or a close guy friend for that matter. But something about Jisung, about you, had set a burning curiosity in the pit of his stomach that ruined any chance of absorbing the movie in front of him. Every gasp, murmur, and thump had his ears pricking like a hunting dog.

Until finally, the movie ended, and you two were still in the bathroom. There was only one bathroom in his apartment, and with seven people in the living room, you and Jisung needed to hurry up.

Hyunjin stretched, body weary from sitting in the same position for too long. He made his way to the kitchen to clean up. He wasn't sure he could handle seeing the two of you when you came out.

As he collected the various plastic ware scattered around the kitchen counter, he vaguely heard someone knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up or I'm going to piss on the floor!"

Yup, Felix.

The door to the bathroom creaked open, and you and Jisung muttered sheepish apologies that he couldn't hear.

"Sorry Lix, duty calls."

"EW!"

Hyunjin chuckles, shaking his head. Jisung was gross sometimes, yes, but never awkward about it.

"Need any help?"

Your breathless voice startled Hyunjin, but when he turned, he graced you with the best smile he could muster. "That would be great, thanks."

You returned the smile, and Hyunjin wanted to bash his head in the wall. You looked like how Jisung looked after he kissed Hyunjin, only amplified. As you began wiping things down, he couldn't help but sneak peeks at you. Even over Jisung's hoodie, deep red marks littered your neck and collarbones. Your lips were swollen and there was a certain satisfied air about you, like you'd just had a full factory reset. It made Hyunjin jealous. Of you or Jisung, he didn't know.

"How was the movie?"

They could have been watching an hour long loop of pots and pans clanking for all Hyunjin knew. Mentally he was right outside the bathroom door.

"I don't know. I fell asleep after a while." At least the first half was honest.

You hummed, tossing the last of the wipes into the trash bag. "Well, that's the last of it, I think." You gave him another bright smile, and it hit him right square between the ribs.

When he thought his blood pressure had seen enough problems, Jisung came padding in behind you, pulling your hip to his. His poor shirt had a suspicious stain and the blaring pink lines over his shoulders seemed to be mocking Hyunjin.

"Everyone's heading out. You ready to go?"

You nodded, sparing Hyunjin one last look. "Thanks for having us, Hyunjin. This was really nice."

"Yeah man, I had a great time." Jisung winked, and a chill ran down Hyunjin's spine.

"Yeah, good to see you guys. Good night." He replied curtly, feigning his best yawn. But the deflated look on Jisung's face made him instantly regret it.

Why can't you smile, idiot? Don't make it weird!

But as he walked the two of you to the front door, closed it behind you, and turned the latch, he felt weirder than he had in his entire life.

[cbini]

Em I’m having a lot of thoughts about Binnies balls and just balls in general 🥴 if I may… I’m thinking about cockwarming Channie under his desk and mouthing at his balls to the point where he gets so overwhelmed he has to FaceTime Binnie to show him how sweet u can be and how Binnie should ask for a turn 🥺👉👈

you’re so focused on cockwarming channie and holding him so good in your mouth that you barely even notice when he pulls out his phone until you hear “bin, look at this. hey, sweetheart, you with me? there you go, there’s your pretty eyes.” oh my god changbin’s raising hell on the other end of the phone about how pretty you are, how precious your lips look stretched around his channie-hyung. “you want a turn, bin? you’ll let him have one wont you, baby?” doing your best to nod your dazed little head and look into the camera so changbin can see just how much you want him.

cbeepover event!

[tasteleeknow]

stealing Minho's favorite shirt

You find him bent over with his head in the laundry machine. And honestly, truly, you really can't be blamed for giving his bum a little kick.

"Hey," he grumbles as he pulls himself free of the side loader and turns to face you. "That..." he trails off as his eyes drop to your chest. "Ah," he says instead. He gestures at the only item of clothing you're wearing besides your underwear. "Was looking for that," he says.

You tug at the hem of his t-shirt where it sits at the top of your thighs. "This?" you ask. "Why do you need this one?"

"'It's my favourite."

"Mine too." It wasn't.

He shuts the washer door with his leg. "Can I have it back?" He takes a large step towards you.

Your eyes drop from his bare chest to his baggy sweatpants. He had nowhere to be as far as you knew and a wardrobe full of t-shirts perfectly adequate for a lazy day at home.

You cross your arms. "No."

He approaches further, forcing you to take a few blind steps back out of the laundry room. "No?" he questions, a glint of mischief sparking in his dark eyes.

Your back hits the hallway wall. "That's what I said."

You know you've made a grave (wonderful) error when each of his hands presses to the drywall on either side of your head.

Trapped.

You could duck; make a run for it.

One hand drops to your hip. Too late.

"I want my shirt," he says, breath still minty from his morning routine. "What do I have to do... tear it off you?"

"You might hurt it."

He smiles. "That's true." His fingers toy with the hem at your hip as he says it, like he's considering his plan of attack.

He appears to have made up his mind when his faces drops to the crook of your neck, his entire body angling in towards you. "Pretty please," he mutters against your skin, breath hot as his fingers continue to tickle at your hip.

Your fingers lift to thread carefully into the slightly damp hair at the back of his head. You scratch his scalp lightly for a moment, a gentle massage—an attempt to lull him into a false sense of security.

Then you tug him back.

Both his hands land flat against the wall again as you force his eyes to meet yours.

"I said no."

He grins. "Alright," he says. "You win."

Your fingers twitch as you prepare to release his hair, knowing that the moment you do... he'll attack.

[cbini]

small dick lino would absolutely be so confident even w small size... fully believe hed dress back up as auntie lina and refer to his dick as a pussy... asking if u like the way his 'clit' rubs against urs... save me ems..

in reference to this ask btw

shut the fuck up rhis is SOOOOO HOT???? i am so so so weak for auntie lina 😖😖😖😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 oh my god. there’s something so erotic about him feminizing himself instead of you being the one to initiate it, you know? gloss on his lips, pretty wig on his head, pitching his voice just a tad bit higher. waaa… rutting his little cock between your lips and having the head nudge at your sensitive clit…. “mmm, you’re wet. you like scissoring with me that much, jagi, hm? tell me how much you like it.” yes <3 or when you get on top to grind on him!! what makes you cum quicker, the feeling of his little cock rubbing just right or minho’s dirty mouth?

[blxksun]

18+, minors and ageless blogs dni

camboy!lee know who didn't even start out (or think of doing it) because of his own thoughts. getting thirsty comments in his cat caretaking videos. comments about how hot he was, that jaw, those eyes, weird comments about sitting on his nose, how big his arms were, his thighs, those veins, those hands. and then one from a "mrknowskittycat: please tell me you have a link, please tell me you have a link, please tell me you have a link" and one day being affected by them.

camboy!lee know who does it because he finds desperation funny, not his, (even though the very obvious bulge in his sweatpants reeks of desperation), but the viewers. they'd been still waiting to get him out of his clothes.

camboy!lee know who doesn't even have a schedule for when he goes live, because he knows people will show up anyway. and quickly too. especially since the title is, "playing today".

camboy!lee know who, even now, still finds it funny. he doesn't even do anything on the livestream. he just sits there in a t-shirt that has the sleeves cut off and the light gray sweats. of course he's freeballing, it's comfortable, not because the comments that are thirsting are amusing. definitely not.

camboy!lee know who has a light smirk on his face as he reads the comments that are particularly needy. "is the print not enough?, you just have to see it don't you?", "if you want me to play so bad, play with yourself first, tell me about it, i might get fomo", "i don't punish my kittens, i just don't give them treats, who knows maybe i'll cave, give you one"

camboy!lee know who moves slightly in a stretch and lets out a groan. laughing when ping! ping! ping! ping! comes in. "you guys gift for a stretch, how kind, still doesn't convince me you want me to play". tone condecending, smirk still tight on his lips, and a tiny breathy laugh accompanying it.

camboy!lee know whose breath catches when he sees a familiar name in the chat. "onlymrknowknows": i just joined, because i was watching your old streams. i was so pent up from all your teasing that since seeing you my hand has been in my pants. i just got paid so i'll tell you all about it <3". finally, just who he was waiting for.

camboy!lee know who tells the other viewers to tell 'onlymrknowknows', thank you and that they should take notes on how to get what they want out of him. moving his hips up to slowly shimmy his sweats down to mid-thigh. hard cock, almost as veiny as the rest of him, clear essence shining at the tip, springing up as it was finally free.

camboy!lee know who stroked his cock with vigor, as the detailed report of viewer masturbation came through on his screen. front teeth the only thing showing as he moaned. struggling to keep his eyes open to read because 1. the image in his head is going crazy right now and 2. he needs to know when they cum. he really wants it to be at the same time. his tough and nonchalant facade completely disregarded, because he teased himself by teasing the viewers, everything felt way too good right now, his thumb rubbing just right on his tip. and he whimpers. the tough guy whimpers, and then breathily whispers out "f-fuck, look, you got shit-what you wanted, please, i need you to cum with me, please, please, fuckkkk please ah- oh god!" and it's so whiney.

camboy!lee know who doesn't even get to see the last message come through, because it hit him. eyes screwed shut and hips practically levitating out of the chair. he cums pathetically, shooting up onto his tee, some landing on his thigh. and the nerve of him to come down, face flushed, open mouth panting, teasing eyes and smirk becoming ever present. "okay , i played, bye". leaning up, ending the stream immediately, leaving viewers wondering when he'd be back next.

blxksun2025 do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !

a/n definitely making one for the other two, might do a poll for that one as well. this is a work of pure fiction, nothing in this work is a true reflection of the real person this fanfiction is based around.

[cbini]

So like…… fem skz… who likes to walk around naked and who will actively get off in common areas…

Actually u know what now im thinking of free use fem skz and thats not helping 🫣🫠

chan - well of course she is probably the most notorious for walking around naked. it’s comfortable and she likes to be free in her own space so why not? channie does like for you to find her that way though… she revels in the attention and the way you touch her, even though she tries to play a little coy or shy like she’s not the one naked in the kitchen lol. if it makes her more accessible to you, that’s a win in her book. pretty girl leans her head back against your shoulder and shows you those equally pretty dimples of hers when you start palming her big lovely perfect titties <3

hyunjin - little exhibitionist hyune… she might not walk around completely naked in her free time, but she probably does forgo her panties and her bra when she’s wearing a big comfy tshirt while she’s lounging around. she’s more likely to get off anywhere in the house u can find her lol. she likes to touch herself in the living room under a blanket while watching a movie or reading erotica or something… anyone who walks in could see her long fingers moving under the throw blanket if she isn’t careful. and she’s definitely not careful if she knows you’re on the way home to her!

jisung - hannie walks around shirtless pretty frequently i think. holy shit, there’s nothing better than coming home to her completely shirtless with a pair of sweats hung low enough on her hips that u can see the band of her panties (if she’s wearing any). she’s also one who likes to get off in rather unconventional places because it makes her so fucking ridiculously horny. you’ve caught her planted on the counter, legs spread wide and using the detachable sink head before. she’s also one to grind on the arm of the couch or sit on the cool corner of the washing machine as a reward for doing laundry lol.

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She’s got an i n s a n e bedtime routine JUST for her sub. She’s got it all: a variety of facemasks, matching robes, comfy blankets, a cute lil snack tray, soft music playing in the background.

She’s got her fresh nail set in your hair, combing it and brushing it and giving little forehead kisses when you’re not looking. Also chin scratches. She’s definitely big on those. Wants to tuck you into her neck while you’re talking about the party, will tell you how sweet you were and how adorable the others found you, “just like mommy trained you”

And is a big fan of suckling after a long day 🩵🩵🩵

Oh, melting right through the floor, my god. I legitimately got shivers when you said her fresh set in your hair 😮‍💨. Tingly tingly tingly, she’s exactly what I need right now. She’d take such good care of you, would know exactly what her girl needed.

“just like Mommy trained you” brrrrrrrrrr barkbark woof.

scretly love the idea of her being the one who wants to suckle 😵‍💫🥴