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🤍- Fluff
🩵- Angst
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「 ✦ Series ✦ 」
・❥ Bangchan - Escort
╰┈➤ Part 1💙🐾 ・ Part 2💙🩵🐾・Part 3
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「 ✦ Multiple members ✦ 」
・❥ Coming soon…
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・❥ BANGCHAN
╰┈➤ Seungmin ft. Bangchan - The Tapes 💙🩵 (With twt links)
・❥ LEE KNOW
╰┈➤Drive🩵💙🐾
・❥ CHANGBIN
・❥ HYUNJIN
・❥ HAN
╰➤ Summer Secret💙🐾
╰➤ Pegging Jisungie♡💙 (With audio links)
・❥ FELIX
・❥ SEUNGMIN
╰┈➤ Seungpuppy and his first rut 💙 | pt.2 💙🩵
╰┈➤ Seungmin ft. Bangchan - The Tapes 💙🩵 (With twt links)
➳ Warnings: Smut ⋆ Car sex ⋆ Angst ⋆ Protected piv ⋆ Mean!dom Minho ⋆ Riding ⋆ Slight choking ⋆ Dracryphilia ⋆ degradation ⋆ Hair pulling ⋆ The word 'whore' is mentioned ⋆ Cheating? ⋆ Dry!humping
(Let me know if I've missed something!)
➳ Word Count: 6,8K
➳ Synopsis: "Want a rematch? Bet your girl this time"
This is new. The taste of Minho is diffrent from Chan. He tastes like midnight. Like the smell of cigarettes that clings to your clothes, like a cup of whiskey on a rainy night, like the kind of bitter that lingers on the tip of your tongue. The type that makes people addicted.
The type of addiction that makes you forget that all this is wrong.
The city lights flash by in bright streaks of color when the Bugatti Bolide sped down the empty highway, its engine growling in the quiet night.
Chan's fingers is tapping an idle rhythm on the steering wheel, his smirk audible even over the roar of the engine. "I'm not even pushing the Bolide to its limits and that loser's already miles behind" .
He then flicks his eyes to you, mischief glinting in them "Kinda disappointing, I was hoping for a challenge tonight".
You didn't even glance up from your compact mirror, carefully swiping another layer of crimson lipstick across your bottom lip.
"Mmm, maybe if you actually drove instead of just posing, you'd get one"
Chan gasps, pressing a dramatic hand to his chest. "Posing? You're doing makeup at 180 mph and I'm the one not taking this seriously?"
You snap the compact mirror shut and turn to him "Oh, I'm taking this very seriously, Chris". Your eyes flicker to his lips before you reach over, dragging your thumb along his lower lip.
Chan catches the flick of your eyes and his breath hitches, just for a second. Then his grin returns, wolfish. "Distracting the driver is against the rules, sweetheart".
"Since when do we follow rules?" You lean closer, your voice in a challenging tone. "Unless you're scared I'll make you lose focus".
Chan's grip on the wheel tightens just a little as he tries to stay focus, his cheeks turn into a slight pink color.
"You're lucky" he mutters, eyes locking back on the road ahead. "If I weren't racing right now, I wouldn't let you off so easily for distracting the driver".
You burst out laughing, leaning back in your seat with a satisfied grin. "Oh, please. You love being distracted by me".
Chan opens his mouth to argue but then his eyes flick to the rearview mirror and his playful smirk vanishes as he exclaims "What the...?"
A pair of blinding headlights erupts behind both of you, closing in fast. For a split second, the silhouette of a sleek black motorcycle appears in Chan's rearview then it shot past them like a bullet, weaving between lanes before vanishing into the dark.
Chan's grip tightens on the wheel "What the hell was that?"
You smirk, popping a mint into your mouth. "Heard it's some new guy in town".
"New guy?" Chan scoffs but his eyes stay locked on the empty road ahead.
"Yeah, from the South. Rumor says he's really good" You glance at Chan before continuing "People think he might actually dethrone us".
Chan let out a laugh. "Probably just all talk, I've heard many of them"
You lean back, grinning "Guess we'll find out today, he seems like fun".
Hearing your words, Chan catches your hand in his. His thumb brushing your knuckles before he lifts them to his lips. "As you wish, baby girl".
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The Bolide screeches as Chan slams the brakes, the car spinning sideways before coming to a stop. Smoke curls off the scorched asphalt as the crowd erupts in chants nearly drowning out the clicking cameras.
"CHAN! Y/N! CHAN! Y/N! CHAN! Y/N!"
From the crowd, Changbin shoulders through the spectators. Shaking his head with a grin as he give Chan a shoulder bump "Congrats, your crazy bastards. You guys won again".
Chan smiles "Why're you acting surprised? You know we don't lose" He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as the flash continues. "Right, baby girl?"
You pluck the keys from his pocket and twirl them around your finger. "Seems like someone's getting cocky"
Changbin snorts. "Speaking of cocky..." He jerks his chin toward the road. "That new guy on the bike has been asking about you two. He said that tonight he's taking your place".
Chan's smile doen't fade, it just get sharper. "Good, we were looking for him too".
Shifting your eyes among the racers, you finally catch a glimpse of him.
The stranger stands leaning against his bike. His helmet is tucked under his left arm and god, the stories hadn't done him justice.
Your boyfriend is undeniably gorgeous, his sharp jawline, those gorgeous dimples when he smiles and his smoldering confidence. But this guy? He was something else.
His face looks like it had been carved by Picasso himself. High cheekbones, nose bridge so tall you think you might get acrophobia from it and a smirk that screamed trouble.
Then his gaze lands on you. Starting from your shoes and slowly making its way to your lips as if he was taking in so much of you as he could.
And your stomach drops.
"Well, well" the stranger draws as he takes steps closer. "The famous duo. I've heard much about you guys".
Chan's arm slides around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. His thumb presses possessively into your hip. "Heard you've been running your mouth"
The stranger's grin widens "I was only stating facts" His eyes flicks back to you, lingering. "And also seems like some things are prettier in person too"
Behind both of you, Changbin drags a hand down his face as he mutters under his breath "This is gonna be real bad..."
Minho's smirk doesn't waver as he tilts his head, eyes still locked on yours. "By the way, my name's Lee Minho"
He extends his hand toward you, his fingers relaxed like an invitation. "And what's this pretty girl's name?"
Chan moves before you can react. His arm which was hooked around your waist is yanking you backward so hard that you stumble into his chest. Minho's hand hung in the air, still untouched.
"Let's do this" Chan growls.
Minho's brows lift with all faux innocence. "Do what, brother? You're not being clear" He pockets his hand, clicking his tongue.
Chan's voice cut through the noise like a blade. "Don't fucking play. I think everybody knows why you're here"
Minho tilts his head, the streetlights catching the sharp angle of his smirk. "Aggressive, are we?" He says as his eyes flick to where Chan's fingers dug into your waist.
He tsks as he shakes his head like Chan was a misbehaving dog "Let's do this then, brace yourself to lose".
With that, Minho turns his heel heading back to his bike. And the second Minho sits on his bike the crowd erupted.
"HOLY SHIT!"
"DID YOU SEE THAT?!"
"This is fuckin’ crazy!"
Amid the chaos you can hear snipplets of convesations too.
"That biker guy's way too cocky"
"Yeah, I agree but damn, he's got the balls to back it up"
"Whoever that guys is, Chan and Y/N don't lose"
"You sure? Cause that guy seems like a threat. You can tell he knows exactly what he's doing"
Chan doesn’t move. His grip on you tighten as his breathing is ragging with barely leashed fury.
"Change of plans" he mutters low enough that only you can hear "We're not just winning this race".
His eyes lock onto Minho.
"We're burying him"
The countdown from the loudspeaker starts to count down.
"3..."
Chan is sitting beside you, his fingers drumming hazily on the steering wheel. He's wearing a relaxed smirk on his face. Angry? yes. Worried? probably not. He knows he's gonna win this race but this doesn't sit right with you.
Yes, all the people you guys have raced with before all have been cocky but this Minho just seems too overly confident to you and it just feels....
uneasy.
"2..."
Beside you, Minho's bike is idling. Its engine growling in a light hum, vibrating through your bones. You shouldn't have looked but you did. And when you turn your head to him, he is already staring.
The helmet is hiding his eyes but you can feel it. The weight of his gaze feels like he's peeling back layers of you. Your breath hitches. And the air in the car suddenly felt too thick, too hot.
"1!"
The gunshot crack of the starting signal jerks you back into your body and the race is finally starting.
At first, it was easy. Chan waves through backstreets like they were second nature, the Bolide's engine screams as he took sharp turns without blinking. Just another win.
But soon enough, Minho's bike surges ahead, cutting so close to the front bumper that Chan had to swerve to avoid clipping him.
"What the fuck is this motherfucker doing?" Chan snarls as his grip on the wheel tightens.
Minho doesn't pull away. Instead he matches Chan's speed perfectly, weaving between the left and the right side of the car like a shadow. Every time Chan accelerated, Minho did too. And every time Chan braked, Minho slowed just enough to stay level.
Your fingers dig into the seat. "Chan-"
"I see him" Chan's voice is ice.
But for the first time, you wondered.
Did he?
Because Minho wasn't just ahead or behind.
He is everywhere.
Three-quarters into the race, Minho is just...gone.
No taillights in the distance. No roar of his engine behind you, just an empty road and the echo of your heartbeat.
Chan's chuckle is heard over the growl of the engine "Huh, did he pussy out?" He loses his grip on the wheel, rolling his shoulders like the fight was already won. "Or did that motherfucker finally crash? Either way-"
"Chris" your voice is sharper than you meant it to be. ”Don’t say that”
Your eyes scan the darkened side streets, the alleys and even the rearview mirror. But nothing. A human didn't just disappear at 240mph.
"What if he did crash?" You hate how small you sounded, this wasn't how you'd usually react at all.
Chan's smile dies down. The taunt he's been about to make dissolves on his tongue. His fingers flex around the steering wheel and his grip tightens just once before he force himself to relax.
"Babe" he says, voice softer now "You know I was just joking".
A beat of silence. The Bolide's tires are humming against the asphalt.
"Sorry if that upset you" Chan says.
The rest of the ride is silent. You don't know what to say, or more like, you didn't want to say anything because you know everything you say would just sound weird in your own ears.
The closer you get to the finish line, the louder the chants grow but something is off. The rhythm is wrong. The syllables....it didn't match your names. And then you see it.
Lee Minho.
Leaning against his bike at the finish line, his helmet is tucked under his arm like he'd been waiting for hours. The crowd is screaming his name, cameras flashing in his face, phones shoving toward him like he was some kind of god.
Chan slams the brakes so hard that your seatbelt locks. "How the fuck did he-?" His voice is raw, disbelieving.
Minho didn’t crash. Didn’t quit.
He'd lapped you. Just like a shadow and he was far ahead in the blink of an eye.
Now, he turns slowly toward Chan, a smirk plastering over his stupidly handsome face. "Took you long enough" he calls over the noise, voice dripping with fake sympathy. "I was starting to worry".
The crowd eats it up and starts to howl like this was the best show they've ever seen.
He had lost.
The words echoes in Chan's head. Not just lost, humiliated by some smug bastard who has spent the night mocking him, taunting him and worst of all, eyeing his girl like she is a part of the prize.
The crowd's chants were Minho's name, not his. The cameras, always his cameras, are now flashing for someone else.
This couldn't be it.
Chan storms towards Minho, the crowd parting like they sense the violence in his stride. Minho doesn't even flinch. Just tilts his head, that infuriating smirk still in place.
"Problem, champ?"
Chan's pulse roars in his ears. "Let's race again" His voice is rough.
Minho throws his head back and laughs, actually laughs, like Chan had told the funniest joke in the world.
"Haha! I'm not racing you again just so you can maybe scrape your title back, buddy"
He wipes fake tears from his eyes. "Where's the fun in that?"
Chan steps closer and the crowd holds its breath "My car"
Minho pauses "...What about it?"
"You win, you take it"
A hush falls. This isn’t just any car, this is an expensive car, a car that Chan had won numerous races with, his trophy.
Minho's smirk fades and is replaced by something sharper. "You serious?"
"Dead fucking serious"
Minho steps closer to him, close enough that Chan can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. "Sure" he says softly.
"But make sure you don't lose this time too".
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The countdown ends and engines screams.
Chan launches the Bolide forwards like a bullet, this time, no distraction, no hesitation, just pure furious focus.
For the first part of the race Minho appears beside Chan again, effortlessly matching his speed. Not ahead, not behind. Exactly parallel, close enough that Chan can see the reflection of his own rage in Minho's tinted visor.
And then just like before...
He vanishes.
Chan kicks the Bolide's door so hard that the metal almost dents.
"Fucking piece of shit!" His voice cracks, raw with fury "Couldn't even beat a goddam motocycle".
Hearing your boyfriend's frustrations, you reach for him "Chan calm down-" but he jerks away, pacing like a caged animal. The crowd's laughter, the flashing cameras and Minho's smirk is burning into him like acid.
Two losses, two humiliating losses. And now his car, his fucking pride, belongs to the bastard who took all his spotlight.
Minho leans against his ’new’ Bolide with his arms crossed. "Temper, temper" he tutts "You'll scratch the paint".
And Chan saw red. Then he lunges at Minho but you're quick to grab his arms, nails digging in.
"Stop. Now" Your voice is steel "You're making it worse".
Seeing Chan’s reaction, Minho pushes himself off the car, dangling the keys in front of Chan's face "Want a rematch? Bet your girl this time"
Silence.
The crowd goes dead silent, even the cameras stopped flashing.
Everyone knows.
Chan doesn't play when it comes to you.
Last year, some cocky racer had muttered some nasty stuff about you after a loss. Chan had broken his nose, his ribs, and his ego in under thirty seconds. Rumors was spread that the guy fled town, too scared to even show his face again.
And now Minho is standing there, telling him to bet you?
Chan goes still. Not the kind of still that means calm, the kind that means storm is coming.
Chan's voice that comes after is barely human "Say that again"
Minho smirks "You heard me, bet her-"
Faster than anyone expect, he grabs Minho by the throat and slams him against the hood of the Bolide. And the crowd surges back, phones up again.
Minho doesn't fight. Doesn't even flinch. Just grins as he watches Chan furious state as if he's enjoying Chan's reaction.
Chan's grip tightens "You don't touch her. You don't look at her. You don't even say her name" And then his fist landed.
Chan's fist smashes into Minho's face, snapping his head to the side. Blood sprays from his split lips.
"Chan!" You lunge forward but Changbin catches you around your wrist, holding you back. "Let me handle this"
Chan doesn't even glance your way. His entire world has narrowed to Minho's smirk, still clinging to his mouth like he enjoys the pain.
Changbin tries to wedge himself between them "Bangchan, stop!" But he was quick to be shoved aside, hard, making him stumble back as he hit the pavement with a grunt.
Chan's wrist raises, ready to strike again until your voice cuts through the madness.
"I'm betting myself. Let's race again"
Chan's head jerks toward you, his arm freezing mid-swing. His eyes are wild in a disbelieving way, like you'd just pulled the ground out from under him.
Minho who's still pinned beneath him, let out a slow bloodied laugh "Well, that's a twist".
The crowd erupts. Cheers, whistles, disbelieving shouts, it all blur together into a deafening wave.
Chan staggers back, releasing Minho as he speaks "What the hell are you-"
You step forward to Chan "One last race, Chan. If we win, we get the Bolide back and if he wins..." You hold Minho's gaze as your words trail off.
Minho sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His grin is feral "Deal".
Chan grabs your arm, spinning you away from the chaos "No. No. We're not- you're not-" His voice cracks, raw with something beyond anger.
Fear.
But you pry his fingers off gently "Trust me, Chris" You turn around and look him directly in his eyes.
"We're going to win".
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310mph.
The speedometer needle trembles at the edge of the dial and the Bolide's engine is screaming like a dying animal. Burnt, it smells burnt. Chan's knuckles are bone white on the wheel and the road ahead is twisting like a snake. But he doesn't care.
No distractions, no mercy.
However Minho is nowhere to be seen, but this time he wasn't lurking in the shadows.
He's left behind, far left behind.
Maybe he chickened out. Maybe those punches finally shut him up.
Doesn't matter.
Chan won't stop. Won't slow down. Not thhis time.
He've learned from his mistakes. He knows that Minho is a maniac, an unpredictable maniac. Knows that smug bastard could be anywhere, waiting to strike, to lapp over, to take things that wasn't his.
Chan refuses to lose. Not his girl. Not to some arrogant motherfucker who thought rules didn't apply to him.
Then-
A shadow flicks in the rearview and Chan's blood turns to ice.
Minho's bike.
Riding parallel at 310mph. So close that the handlebars of Minho's motorcycle are scraping against Chan's Bolide, sending sparks skittering in the dark night. The sound is deafening, a metallic shriek that pierces your ears.
Then in one fluid motion, Minho flips his visor up. His eyes lock onto yours. "Can't wait to have you all for myself later, pretty". A wink and then he's gone. Speeding like a maniac ahead, leaving you and Chan eating his dust.
"Fuck!" Chan's fist slams the dashboard. The car is maxed out. He's maxed out. And Minho hasn't even been trying in the first two races.
The Bolide screeches to a stop, and the scent of burnt rubber is thick in the air. Chan doesn't move. His bands tremble on the wheel as his breath comes out in ragged bursts. Minho's words earlier; "Can't wait to have you all for myself, pretty" play on loop in his head.
No.
This isn't happening.
He won't let this happen.
Chan shoves the door open. His legs are unsteady as he steps out of the car. Then he throws them. The keys clatter at Minho's feet, followed by his wallet.
"Take it" Chan's voice cracks. "The car, the money, whatever. I'm out".
Then he turns and wrenches your door open to pull you against his chest so tightly that you could feel his heartbeat. Frantic and terrified.
"I'm out" he whispers before pressing his lips against your temple "I'm done".
Minho tilts his head, the smile on his face has already died out "Dropping out?"
"Yeah, I'm dropping out"
The crowd erupts after Chan's words. Boos and curses are thrown at him. The sharp clatter of the beer bottles hitting the pavement could also be heard.
"That's against the rules!"
"Once a bet, always a bet!"
"COWARD!"
Cruel words can be heard among the crowd but Chan doesn't flinch, he doesn't even look at them. His arms stay locked around you. You look up at him and his terrified eyes say it all.
I'd rather lose everything than lose you.
Minho takes a step forward, the Bolide's keys glinting in his hand. "You know what it means, right?" His voice is ice. "No more races. No more legacy. You're out".
You both know what it means, everyone knows what it means. So you grab his face, forcing him to look at you. This stupid bet is not worth what has been Chan's proudest achievement.
But as if hearing your thoughts he opens his mouth "No" His thumb brushes your cheek, smearing a tear you didn't realize had fallen "You're worth more than a thousand fucking races."
Changbin, coming from the crowd set a hand on Chan's shoulder. "Bangchan..." he begins but the words trail off as he meets your eyes and then he nods. He knows what you want him to do.
"Chan, do you trust me?"
"Yes, baby" he answers immediately.
"Then listen, it'll be fine. I don't mind seriously but your achievements, your-" Chan doesn't let you finish.
He tightens you against his chest as his face buries in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and uneven. His head shook violently as a silent, desperate refusal.
"But I do mind, Y/N..." He whispers.
You lock eyes with Changbin. One look and he’s moving right away. His muscles straining as he hauls Chan backward, grunting with effort as Chan fights back like an animal.
When you manage to get away from Chan's grasp you don't wait to square your shoulders and meet Minho's gaze headon.
"Let's do the deal. I'm not scared of you, Lee Minho"
Minho's smile blazes back to life. "Well, well" he says as he takes a step closer and then he looms over you, his voice in a soft purr "Seems like this bunny is even braver than her little boyfriend!"
Behind you, Chan roars "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER-!"
But Minho ignores him, his focus is entirely on you "You really wanna play with me, sweetheart?"
"I'm not playing"
"Good"
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Two hours.
That's how long you've been driving. The Bolide's engine growling lowly beneath you and the city lights have started to bleed into endless highway dark.
Minho hasn't said a word. Hasn't touched you. Hasn't even look at you, his gaze is fixed ahead, fingers loose on the wheel.
You steal a glance at his profile. In the dim glow of the streetlights, Minho looks... stupidly pretty. With those big, lazy eyes and faintest hint of bunny teeth when his lips part and-
"Having a staring problem, bunny?" And his smirk is back again and he's looking all arrogant and cocky again.
You roll your eys and turn to stare out the window "Don't flatter yourself".
The car falls into silence again but only for a short moment before Minho opens his mouth.
"You don't have to if you don't want to"
"What do you mean?"
His fingers flex on the wheel. "That boyfriend of yours really seems to...cherish you"
A pause and his mocking is back again "I don't wanna break his fragile heart further".
You stare back at him and for the first time all night, he isn't smirking.
"A bet is a bet, that's the rule" you say as you lift your chin "I'm not backing out".
But was it really about the rules? Or was it the way your pulse jumps every time Minho's eyes flicker to yours or the way his sharp smile makes your stomach flip like you just took a corner too fast?
You're not sure but all you know is you just want to stay.
You don't even notice the Bolide slowing until the engine is cut out and rolls to a stop in a secluded parking lot overlooking the city.
Minho turns in his seat, one arm draping over the wheel and the other one resting on the console between you.
"Rules, huh?" He exhales along with a rough laugh. "Funny, but I think we both know you're not here for the rule".
And then his eyes drop to your mouth for longer than a second and then back up again. He doesn't move, he just watches you. Watching the way your fingers nervously twist in your lap, watching the way your breath hitches when you catch him looking.
And then without wasting another second, he closes the distance,his lips crashing against yours. His hand crandles the back of your head as his fingers tangle in your hair, holding you in place.
Your hands fly to his chest, fingers curling into fists against the fabric of his shirt. You don’t push him away but you don’t kiss him bach either.
But Minho doesn’t seems to care and he deepens the kiss anyway. His other free hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer until the console between the both of you dug into your ribs.
This feels wrong.
The heat pooling in your stomach or the way your body betrays you as you lean into him when your mind screams at you to pull away.
On your tongue you can taste Minho and it tastes nothing like Chan. Chan who tasted so sweet with the faintest hint of pineapple from his stupid pineapple juice, it was comforting.
But Minho, he tastes like midnight. Like the smell of ciggaret that clings to your clothes, like a cup of whiskey on a rainy night, like the kind of bitter that lingers on the tip of your tongue, the type that makes people addicted.
A soft sound escapes past your lips, a gasp maybe but it makes Minho smirk into the kiss like he's been waiting for this exact moment.
His teeth catch your lower lip. Sharp and painful but you don't pull away. Your finger twitches in his blouse, pulling him closer to take more of his filthy taste.
Minho groans, the sound vibrating against your lips "I knew you'd like it rough, bunny".
Then his arms lock around your waist and in one fluid motion, he yanks you into his lap without breaking the kiss.
The steering wheel digs into your back but you barely feel it, not when his other hand fists in your hair tilting your head just to deepen the kiss.
His breaths are ragging now and his mouth is hungry, like he's been starving for this. For you.
Every slide of his tongue on your lips or every nip of his teeth is messy. You'd whimper in response and he'd swallow it all.
"Tell me to stop" Minho whispers. His lips ghost over yours.
But you don't. Instead you arch into him, eyes fluttering shut as you suck on his tongue, begging for more.
You should feel ashamed really. You should wrench yourself away from Minho, should think of Chan, should feel bad for doing this. But all that's left in your head is Minho.
His taste, his heat or the way he groans when you fist your hand in his hair, tugging it just to hear him curse.
"Fuck-" His voice is wrecked "Knew you'd be like this".
His hand slides under your skirt. Rough hand as he grips your ass, squeezing it hard enough to make you gasp.
Minho growls as an answer before he drags you closer until there's no space left between the two of you, until you can feel how much he wants you.
You can’t think of anything. All your focus is on the hard firm length that is pressing against your clothed core.
Driven by instinct, you grind yourself on him, feeling the heat, feeling the intense wave of pleasure with every drag.
"Such a fucking whore, huh?" Minho breathes out. His kisses turn messy, all teeth and tongue. The other hand of his stays tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck.
Minho's lips are hot as he leaves open-mouth kisses down your neck, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach. His hand that was on the flesh of your ass is now moving to grab your hip. Guiding you, forcing your movements faster until you're grinding down on him with a rhythm that makes you feel all fuzzy.
Sounds spill from your lips and with each sound Minho would answer with low groans against your collarbone.
"Fuck- like that bunny, just like that"
The friction is good and you're getting dizzy with it. Drunk on the way his hands dig into your hip and the way his breath hitches when you roll against him just right.
A few more ruthless grinds against him are all it takes before your nails are digging into his shoulder as the pleasure shatters you, hot and intense. Your thighs clamp around his hip as your moans stiffle against his neck.
Minho doesn't help you, he just watches. His gaze burning as he watches every twitch, every choked gasp and the way your mouth opens in delight when that knot in your stomach finally snaps.
When you finally slump against him, boneless and shuddering, he lets out a low chuckle against your ear. "Already done, bunny?"
"We haven't even started the real fun yet". Minho's thumb hooks under your chin, forcing your hazy half lidded eyes to meet his. "Condoms?"
"In the console" The words leave your mouth before you can think.
MInho doesn't hesitate. With one hand still on our hip, he reaches for the console and yanks the lid open before grabbing the foil packet.
His left hand lands on your ass, giving it as few firm pats as he orders "Backseat".
You obey right away, scrambling over the console and Minho follows suit. And the second both of you're settled, Minho points at your panties.
"This off, right now". He commands with a stern voice.
You don't hesitate to his command. You hook your fingers into the lace before peeling it down your thighs, letting it drop somewhere in the car floor.
"Good, now get on all fours"
You shift onto your hands and knees, the cool leather pressing against your hands and knees. Your heart is hammering against your ribs as you brace yourself, expecting the sharp pleasure that's gonna hit you when his tip presses against your entrance.
But instead, a harsh stinging slap lands across your right cheek. The sudden force is so fierce that it draws a broken yelp from your throat. Your body jolts forward from the force making you collapse flat against the seat, your face pressing into the leather.
The heat of the impact blooms across your skin as you register the throbbing pain that's spreading.
Before you know it, Minho's hand closes around your hip as his fingers dig in possessively. He hauls you backward, pulling you harshly up onto your hands and knees again.
"On all fours, I said" Minho repeats, his voice impatient as he speaks "Did I tell you to lie down?"
The burning sensation from the first slap still lingers but you receive yet another smack. On the same spot but harder this time, making tears spill from your eyes.
"You take it so well, bunny" he murmurs as his palm rubs over the heated skin, soothing you. "But stay exactly where I put you, understood?"
You nod weakly.
"Use your words"
"Y-yes" you manage to say, voice trembling.
A low chuckle escape from him "Good girl"
And those are the last words you hear before the world disolves into a white hot stretch.
Minho doesn’t ease into you instead he rammed into you all at once. Without a prep, without a warning, he fills you so completely that your vision blurs at the edges.
A choked gasp rips from your throat as your eyes roll back. Your nails are digging into the leather seats beneath you.
"Hmm..." Minho groans above you, full of satisfaction "Fuck you're tight".
Minho doesn’t wait, not for you to adjust. Instead he set a brutal pace from the start, each thrust punching the air from your lungs.
The car is rocking with the force of his movement and the window is fogging with every ragged breath you both took.
Your body's shaking as it struggles to keep up, to take all of him with the stretch that burns but also with the electric pleasure that makes your toes curl.
"M-Minho!" you yelp but it's soon swallowed the sound of his hip meeting yours.
One of his hands is wrapped tightly around your hip to hold you in place. The other one is tangling in your hair, pulling it back to make you arch your back, lifting your face up from the seat.
Minho bends over your back, his chest pressing against you as his lips brush against your ear.
"Bet that boyfriend of yours doesn't fuck you well enough" you could hear a hint of mockery in his words "'Cause you're screaming like a whore being fucked real good for the first time right now".
You want to protest but the words dissolve into a broken moan as Minho's tip struck your g-spot. The tears keep on runnin as pleasure erupts through you. You couldn't speak or barely breathe.
All you could do is take it.
Minho's hand slips from your hip to your stomach. He then presses down firmly and you gasp as the pleasure intensifies. Because like this, you could feel him clearer, every ridge, every thrust rubbing deep against your insides.
This is new.
Chan was never like this.
He's soft, with whispers and gentle hands. He's sweet, warm, a slow steady burn but Minho? He's the opposite and that should terrify you, but it doesn't.
Instead, you want more of it, more of this addictive feeling. The way he takes what he wants and makes you feel all of it. And this unlocks something deep inside you.
Your body makes a decision before your mind can. A half-sob, half-moan sound escapes your lips as your hip pushes back.
Minho stills for a fraction of a second as his breath catches. Then a low chuckle rumbles against your back, vibrating against your skin.
"There it is" he purrs "Your true colors".
His hand on your stomach slips lower, fingerpads just above where you're joined. And then he presses down on your nerve, drawing a sharp cry from your lips.
Your legs begin to tremble, you can feel your legs slowly turning liquid under the relentless rhythm Minho has set. You can't hold yourself up any longer and you can feel yourself start to sink down.
Minho notices it instantly and with a low grunt, he pulls out completely.
A pathetic, needy whine escapes you when you feel the sudden emptiness of him pulling out. A cold, aching void where he was just buried deep inside you makes your body instinctively clench around nothing, craving his heat, his fullness.
But the emptiness didn't last long before Minho in one swift flip you over onto your back.
The world spins for a moment before Minho's face fills your view. He's so utterly beautiful. Hair sticks to his sweaty forehead and his lips are slightly parted as he breathes heavily. And for a heartbeat, you just stare at each other.
Not too long though, before he slams back into you.
This new angle is deeper, more intimate. A gut wrenching moan is torn from your throat as your back arches off the seat and your head falls back against the leather. Your hands fly up, scrambling for balance, your fingers tangling in his blouse.
Minho suck in a sharp breath through his teeth. His eyes squeeze shut for a moment, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he stills inside you as if even he's overwhelmed by the feeling.
"Minho-!"
After some time Minho starts moving again. He pulls out almost all the way before he slams back into you, hard enough to shake the entire car.
After that, his name becomes a mantra to you. With each roll of his hip, his name only seems to grow louder.
"Minho!"
"Min- fuck feels good!"
Minho lets out a breathless laugh, gleaming with triumph and hunger.
"Yeah..." he grunts, his voice rough and raw "Just like that, whore. Keep repeating my name".
His hand slides from your hip to your throat, he squeezes down but only enough to make you all dizzy.
"Remember who's making you feel like this. Remember who's fucking you straight into cloud nine".
You can't form a coherent thought. The only thing you can do is clutch his shoulders as your nails dig into his skin. Each sound from you pitches higher and more desperate than the last as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
You're close, so close that you can taste it on the tip of your tongue. A warm sensation that's building deep in your core. You clench around him, repeatedly, in a pulsing rhythm that draws a ragged groan from his throat.
"Fuck- you're close" Minho grunts out, it's not really a question, cause he can feel it. His own control is fraying too.
Minho shifts his weight, hooking your leg over his shoulder making you expose even more of yourself to him. This new angle is devastating because it allows him to plunge even deeper. The car rocks violently with the renewed force of his thrust.
Then Minho presses his forehead to yours, his breath mingling with your ragged pants. His lips ghost over yours and his voice drops to a whisper, suddenly stripped bare of all its earlier taunting and arrogance. It's just...soft.
"Me too..." he breathes.
And then he closes the final distance, capturing your mouth in a sloppy desperate kiss with trembling lips.
That's all it takes for the coil in your lower belly to snap.
Your world whites out. A silent, breathless scream is lost against his mouth as you come apart. Your body convulsing around him as you pull him with you.
He groans deeply into the kiss as his own release crashes over him. His hips stutter through a few final, shallow thrusts and then he spills inside you.
For a long moment there's only the sound of your ragged breaths mingling together in the humid air of the car. He hasn't pulled away. His forehead still rests against yours, eyes still closed.
His hand, which had been gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, relaxes. His fingers carefully stroking your side slowly, almost apologetically.
You can feel the way his frantic heart is hammering against your chest as well as your own heartbeat too. Neither of you moves nor speaks.
The game is over.
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Weak light of the sunshine shines through the windshield, making your eyes slightly uncomfortable as you adjust to the light.
The air of the Bolide is humid, too thick to breathe, heavy with the scent of sweat, sex and leather. Your skin feels tacky and uncomfortable, your clothes clinging to your skin making you feel all sweaty.
"Here" Minho speaks up making you look at him in the driver's seat.
He is holding out the keys to the Boilde. You stare at the keys then at his face, too stunned to move. This wasn't a part of the deal. He'd won. He'd won everything so why?
"Take them" he insist "Before I change my mind".
"Why?" you finally ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Who in their right mind would give up a car like this? Especially after the war he'd waged to get it.
"Don't get the wrong idea, pretty"
That stupid smirk is back on his face again and you let out a frustrated breath. Of course. This man was nothing but mischief.
"You get back the keys, but you tell your boyfriend that this is for him to race me again. Same time next Friday"
A pause then he continues "And if he loses again..." His eyes deliberately trail down your body in a slow sweep before locking back onto yours.
Your thighs instinctively press together at the thought. A traitorous heat flickers low in your belly at the memory of his touch, his taste and the way he'd made you feel. It's a reflex you hate.
Hesistanly, you reach out. Your fingers brushing against his as you take the keys and you snatch your hand back.
Just for Chan, you promise yourself. Your grip is tightening until the edges bite into your skin. You're doing this just for Chan. To show him you got his car back. To make things right.
It was the words you repeat in your head, a wall you built against the confusing rush of feelings you're feeling.
It has nothing to do with the way your heart was pounding or the rush of feelings that courses through you. And it absolutely, definitely had nothing to do with the tiny, terrifying part of you that is already counting the hours until next Friday.
And with that, Minho pushes open the car door. The sudden rush of cool morning air is a shock against your feverish skin when Minho effortlessly slides out of the car.
He takes a single step and then pauses. His hand rests on the top of the door frame and with his face half turned, he glances back over his shoulder. The early light catches the sharp line of his jaw and the faint smug curve of his lips.
"See you again, pretty"
Before you can form a breath, he slams the door shut. And just like that he's gone, leaving you alone with the thunder of your own thoughts.
I didn't mean for it to be so angsty but as a angst lover i couldn't stop myself, poor Channie but it is what it is, hope you liked it!
One question, are ya'll fine with the nicknames like bunny, babygirl, princess ect. Cause many people might not like it or find it cringy, i dont think they are that bad but how bout you guys?
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.”
➳ Warnings: This content below includes both real audios and p audios ⋆ Pure smut ⋆ Sub!jisung ⋆ SoftDom!reader ⋆ Pegging ⋆ Big strap ⋆ Oral? ⋆ Annal fingering ⋆ Orgasm denying ⋆ Dracryphilia ⋆ Use of kiotos stick
(Let me know if I've missed something!)
➳ Word Count: 1,3K
➳ Credit: Big thanks to @drunkmzxy @centralization0 and @chanandminhoenthusiast for letting me use your audios. Please check out their page and send love to them too!!
(Centralization0, I couldn't reach you through message so please excuse me for not asking first. If you want your link to be removed from my post please let me know!)
❥Sub!jisung who's throats bobs when he sees the new "item" you just bought. "You said it wouldn't be much bigger" Jisung would complain knowing damn well just by the sight of it, it already got his exposed dick twitching. "Mm I might've misjudged..." a mischievous smirk tugs at your lips "but it wouldn't be a problem for you, right Jisungie?"
❥Sub!jisung who tries so desperately to swallow you whole. But his best efforts fail when his tiny mouth struggled to wrap around the strap. His lips stretches as he attempts to take in yet another inch. His big doe eyes shimmerng with unshed tears as they look up at you. "Awww, is that all you can fit, Jisung?" Your voice so sweet but so taunting "It's barely halfway in, this is just sad!". A muffled whine escapes past his slick cherry pink lips as he shakes his head furiously. Jisung would take another inch in even though he could feel the strap hit his vulva, even though it's so deep down in his throat right now. He can take more, he knows he can.
❥Sub!jisung whose lips are warm and eager around the silicone material. His tongue works in slow swirls until your fingers fist into his soft locks. A surprise whimper vibrates against you as you push forcing him even deeper, his nose pressing flush against your hips. His hand flies up to grip your thigh as his blunt nails dig into your flesh but he doesn't push away. No your Jisung is obedient, even when his eyes water, even when his throat flutters around the strap. "So pretty like this" you coo, petting his hair even as you keep him pinned.
❥Sub!jisung who kisses you like he's starving. Messy lips and frantic tongue as his swollen mouth drags against yours as you push him into the mattress, making yourself comfortable between his legs. You pull back just to watch him chase your mouth and whining when you deny it.
❥Sub!jisung who has his arms draped over his face as your fingers work him open. Your fingers slide effortlessly in and out of him as you scissors your fingers. Shifting your eyes to his face, you catch the sight of his bitten red lips before he hides again. "Are you shy, Jisungie?" you tease. And before he can answer, you add a third finger in a sudden thrust, receiving an immediate reaction from him. A broken moan tears from his throat, his arm flying off his face to scramble at the sheets, his back arching as his flustered face exposes. "You’re so much cuter like this, Jisung-ah".
❥Sub!jisung whose cock twitches against his stomach, flushed and leaking, dwafed by the silicone strap resting besides it. The diffrent in size is so pitiful it makes you let out a chuckle. "Look Jisungie" you purr as you palm the toy, fingers sliding against the hard material. "This thing is double the size of your whole damn dick, baby!" Your left hand would grip down to his thigh as you grind the strap in slow drags over his cock, semaring his precum all over his abdomen.
❥Sub!jisung who would whine "Please-" fingers reaching down to the strap "Just- fuck, just put it in already" his big doey eyes looking at you as he pleads.
❥Sub!jisung whose chocked off gasps push out of him the second you push your tip through his clenching rim. His mouth hangs slack, lips glossy with spit when he feels the slow searing burn as you press forward, inch by inch. You watch the second his lashes flutter as if the burn feels too much "Fuck it- ah- it hurts" the words crack as they escape past his lips. But yet, despite the tears that're pricking at the corner of his eyes, his cock still twitches, flushed in an angry red color, leaking into his skin.
"weren't you the one who begged me to fuck you earlier?"
❥Sub!jisung whose head jerks backwards, toes curling into the sheets and back arching. His mouth opens on a silent scream before the sound fractures into sobs, tears streaking his flushed cheeks when you finally bottom out. Oh he's so full. The stretch for him is brutal but the pleasure is worse. "That's it Jisungie" you croon as you lean down to lick the tear that runs down his cheek, the taste of salt takes over in your mouth. "I knew that you could take me!"
❥Sub!jisung who let soft filthy moans spill from his parted lips as he feels the stretch with the slow rhythm you set. It burns in the sweetest way. Feeling the way it fills him up until he's trembling, until he feels so full with it. "Feels good..." the words breathy, trembling as he try to not fall apart.
❥Sub!jisung who suddenly let out a broken gasp. "F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm- hah- gonna cum!" Jisung can feel his blood rushing through his veins, can feel the way he's clenching uncontrollably, can feel the way his cock is twitching untouched and can definitely feel the orgasm that's about to snap.
❥Sub!jisung who let out a choked gasp, tearing from his throat as his hips stutter when you brought up your thumb pressing it hard against his slit. So close, he was so so close. His hands which were scrabbling at the sheets are now at your wrist in an attempt to remove your thumb but fail. "Jisungie..I never said I was done" you croon, dragging your tumb in a slow circle, enyoing the way his stomach clenches. "How could you finish before we even started?"
❥Sub!jisung who literally whines, a pitful high-pitched one when his eyes lock onto the kiotos stick dangling from your index finger. "Look what else I bought, Jisungie" you coo before you let the cold, smooth tip of the stick circling the head of his cock. Then you let the tip of the stick catch on his slit, rubbing it slightly as you watch precum leaking out. "W-wait-" his voice cracks, thighs tensing as you apply just slightly more pressure. "N-no, I'm- fuck I'm about to c-". "Color?" you cut him off as your gaze locks into his. His throat bobs as he swallows before he lets his teeth sink into his lower lip.
"Green."
❥Sub!jisung who lets out a guttural scream when the final knot of the stick slides in. The uncomfortable feeling of being blocked makes tears spill freely from his eyes in frustration. Tendons strain his neck when his head snaps back, his brown hair sticking to his damp forehead. "Good boy" you stroke his thigh, your thumb tracing circles on his honey-skin "Wasn't so hard, right?". You praise him before you move again.
❥Sub!jisung who moans so loudly that he has to sink his teeth into his forearm. The overwhelming pleasure is making his vision blur at the edges. White sparks dancing behind his eyelids with every thrust against his prostate. His cock jerks helplessly between his thighs, twitching with each hit. You watch as his swollen rim disappears when you force the strap in only to catch it dragging against the strap when you pull out.
❥Sub!jisung who is full on sobbing as he begs "P-please please let me cum, I-I can't- take it anymore!" slick drool coats his swollen lips before dripping down his chin. Jisung's body shakes so violently, back arching as he tries so desperately to cum but nothing comes out. Hiccups wrack his chest as he continued to pleas "P-pull the it out- please, the stick, I'm cumming, I'm-!". You hook your hands under his knees, hoisting his legs over your shoulders to drive deeper.
"Just a bit more Jisungie..."
I also wish there would be a bit more of this fic but it's almost 6 am and I think I deserve some sleep.
Imma doze of rn cause I don't think I can think straight anymore. Have a wonderful day guys!
Includes: |Werewolf!SKZ|Human!AFAB|Y/n is banned from this household|2nd POV sometimes 3rd|Fluff|Smut(?)|Poly OT8|Omegaverse|MxM & MxF|
⟪↞Part 02↠⟫
It’s not uncommon to find yourself on the couch late into Friday nights. A candle or two lit because my god- the neighbor's dog must not get bathed that often, and the smell seems to be wafting into your apartment, creating a faint scent of mutt.
A movie is always playing, always a different genre. Horror, romcom, action. It changes because it goes back and forth between you and your roommate.
Chan’s always next to you on Friday night movie night. He’s always the one to pick a marvel film. He’s also the one always seen giving the neighbor’s dog a treat in the morning before going on a run.
He’s always there to throw an arm over the back of the couch and in turn behind you. He doesn’t know personal space, barely even knows the concept of it. Chan knew however there is a difference between wanted touch and unwanted.
He never was one to be in your space if you didn’t reciprocate it.
It’s been a little over 2 years since living together, and it’s a blessing. You were sure an attractive guy like himself had to be a secret serial killer or something and you were his next target.
But no, he isn’t. He had just moved out of his parents house, a few years after graduation, when you and Chan met.
A roommate was an obvious choice for you, fresh-er out of college and while the rent wasn’t outrageous enough for you to not be able to afford it yourself; It didn’t leave you any spending money.
So, Chan and you became roommates; And very quickly became friends.
The copious amount of physical contact didn’t go under your radar, it didn’t necessarily make you all confident either. You just let it happen, let him throw an arm over you casually, let him prop his chin on top of your head to look at whatever you were cooking.
You were too flustered every time to say anything. He never felt sleazy. It wasn’t like he tried to cop a feel any moment he got.
He was just… weirdly affectionate.
Eventually it rubbed off on you too. Not only was it common to be on your couch together on Friday nights, but it was also common to find yourself seeking out a hug from him right when coming home.
“Captain America: Civil War.” You mumbled into the speaker of the remote, the sound waves of your voice jumping across the T.V screen before the Movie was pulled up on Disney+.
“We’ve watched this movie like 10 times already.” You added, pressing play with a frown clear on your face. Chan smiled proudly, shamelessly leaning over to have his chin on your shoulder so he could grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl on your lap.
“And? It’s my turn picking.” He chuckled giddily. “I’m sure you have the script memorized by now.” You chidded, slapping his hand away when you noticed it lingering in the bowl despite already having a handful.
He snorted at your attitude, stuffing his mouth.
The tune of the movie started. Opening scenes blurred together in your brain.
You didn’t technically hate the movie. If you did, you would veto it like you did already with a few other movies. Chan had vetoed some of yours to make it fair.
After the first 15 minutes of the movie you were already hooked. Despite knowing everything that was going to happen already, you still let yourself get sucked in like all the times before.
It was a full hour and a half into the movie when it was interrupted by a ringing phone.
Chan grabbed his phone from the coffee table with the intent of hitting decline. It wasn’t new for either of you to get calls in the middle of your movie night.
Work likes to bug you after-hours, family is constantly reaching out to him at random hours of the night because they’re bored. Namely Hannah or Lucas. His mom and dad usually wait until they know it’s a decent hour.
The contact name makes him pause long enough to make you look over at him.
You already paused the movie to not miss anything; ironic since you feel like you could write the entire screenplay by memory. It takes away from the movie if you miss a few scenes however. Plus, you know he’ll just make you rewind once off the phone if you didn’t pause.
“Need a moment?” You hummed, guessing this call was a little bit more important than others. He hummed back wordlessly, getting up from the couch with his phone already pressed to his ear.
You picked up yours from the coffee table, swiping away all notifications displayed on your homescreen.
It was your way of distracting yourself from eavesdropping on his conversation. Though, it was tempting. Chan is calm, easy going, seeing him a little frazzled is new. His steps were quick, and you can tell from his eyes alone he’s thrown off from whoever is calling him.
However, you didn’t have to distract yourself for long, because he came back later in a hurry. It alarmed you for obvious reasons.
“Is something wrong?” You blinked in shock, standing up from the couch in case he needed you to follow him.
“Yes- no!- Uh- I’ll be right back. Please don’t question anything when I get back though.” His tone is high pitched and rushed, eyes avoiding yours in an almost guilty manner. It reminds you of when you were a teenager and was keeping a secret from your guardian(s).
He throws on his jacket hanging on a hook by the front door, hopping on one foot while trying to tug on his shoe. The laces are loose and he has to pause to lean down and tighten them.
His request throws you off, only making you want to do the opposite.
But this is Chan. He’d never tell you to do something if he didn’t mean it. Whatever was happening in his personal life must mean a lot. Something you’re not invasive enough to inquire about. Though you guess you should have questioned him a little more in hindsight.
“Do you need me to do anything here for when you come back?”
He looks up, shoe finally all the way on. His gaze darts away just as quickly however, grabbing his other shoe to put on. His head shakes side to side quickly. “I’ll handle everything. Maybe it’d be best if you head in for the night. We won’t be finishing our movie.”
His words are rushed, panicked. He’s trying to be fast but not forgetful and the combination is never a good one. He’s fumbling around as a physical outlet to let out the nervous energy radiating off of him.
He digs his hands into his pockets, looking for something. His eyes dart around as soon as he doesn't find what he needs.
You know what he’s searching for, you’ve seen him look like this when late for work and he can’t find his keys.
You grab the shiny keychain off of the coffee table, flinging them up into the air because you know he’ll catch them. It’s something you two jokingly refer to as his “spidey-sense”. No matter what you throw at him he seems to catch them without much thought.
He sighs in relief when hearing them jingle, catching them one handed. His attention once again darts to you and this time it lingers. The guilt is more palpable now that your gazes are locked. His lips part.
“I’m sorry.”
Sorry for suddenly running out, sorry for being so all over the place, sorry for worrying you, sorry for not being able to tell you everything at the moment.
You smile gently, able to read all of this just by his face and tone. “Go.” You nod towards the door, a silent assurance behind your own tone and expression that he’s able to just as easily read.
I understand.
He sighs again in obvious relief, leaving with a bang from the door slamming shut and hurried steps down the apartment hallway.
You don’t hear when he comes back. You don’t hear the grunts of pain from a second person that is being helped into your shared apartment. Chan’s arms hooked under the honey-brown haired guy, though you weren’t even awake to see the scene.
You don’t know why Chan had to suddenly leave with fear and a tinge of frustration written all over his face. Not until the next morning.
You don’t know why there is a stranger on your couch without a shirt and gauze wrapped around the left side of his torso. A very obvious splotch of dark red seemingly bleeding through the white bandages.
“Chan!” You called out, voice vibrating off the walls, taking a few steps back until you're close enough to his bedroom to lay rapid knocks against his door.
It opened quickly, his eyes wide and glazed over in an obvious sign of just waking up. “What’s wrong!? Are you hurt?” He fumbles over his words, hair sticking all over the place.
He blinks away any remaining blurriness in his eyes to focus on you, hands on your shoulders as he inspects you for any visible injuries. There better be any injuries with the way you yelled.
“Who is on our couch?” You glare, watching as he tenses up once reminded of the fact.
He sighs out, a mixture of relief that it’s nothing serious and the fact he has a lot of explaining to do.
For now though… “I thought I asked you to not ask any questions.”
“That was before I found a stranger on our couch who looks like he needs to go to the hospital- Chan! We’re not medical practitioners, what if whatever wound he has gets infected!”
He knows you’re right. You’re always right. Logic isn’t always forefront in his mind like it is in yours.
“I know him, ok? He’s an old friend and he wouldn’t have called me for help if he didn’t need it desperately. It’s a lot, too much for you to understand. I just need, at least, a sliver of the usual faith and trust you have in me. Ok? Please.”
It’s hard to deny him when he leans against the door frame of his room, side muscles flexing with the movement. His tone is almost whiney, still a little slurred from not being 100% awake.
Your mouth opens to speak, but everything you want to say dies on your tongue.
Who is he? What happened? How serious is the injury? Are we in danger because whatever or whoever did that to him is going to find him to finish it off? Are we now involved in something extremely sketchy?
You shake your head at the amount of “we’s” you use in your own thinking.
“I wouldn’t have brought him here if I knew it would bring danger.” He adds, knowing it’s a worry of yours without having to hear your inner monologue. You sighed deeply, even if his words did provide you with some sense of comfort; It didn’t eliminate all the stress in you.
“Can I look at it?” You instead ask, hoping it was a question permitted. It’s obvious he mulls over it, hesitant to show you mainly because the person is unconscious. It’s also because he’s seen it himself and knows you’ll freak out and try to get the man to the hospital.
Just give him a few more hours and the wound should be closed up enough by then.
“When he wakes up you can ask him.” He instead settles on, patting you on your shoulder gently. You glance over said shoulder, absentmindedly biting down on your bottom lip in thought. His hand slides down from your shoulder to your lower back, bringing you in without much resistance on your part to a hug.
He’s warm, as usual, too warm. It’s no secret Chan runs warmer than most people. You had taken notice of it the first time you shook hands, the day you two met. He had laughed it off. His father runs hot too, he had said.
Chan always smells like smoke, not cigarette or marijuana, like good old city smoke no doubt from the factories littering the earth. Similar to gasoline, but heavier. Whatever alleyway he rescued this friend from, it must have been a dingy one. “Can you at least tell me who he is?” Your words were muffled by his searing skin but he was able to understand you easily.
“I knew him back in high school, him and a few other friends. We split after I graduated. Not so sure if they’re all still in contact. His name is Jisung, Han Jisung.”
It’s not a name you remember. This Han Jisung isn’t someone who’s still an active part of Chan’s life if you don’t know his name. Chan isn’t someone who keeps the people he loves a secret. A friend he’s willing to bolt to in the middle of the night is no doubt someone he loves.
“He’s cute.” You drawled out after a few moments, grinning to yourself when you feel the familiar vibrations of a chuckle in his chest. “Like a squirrel.” Chan added and this time you chuckled in agreement.
“Exactly like a squirrel.”
The silence fell over you two again.
Jisung was on the couch all morning and most of the afternoon, not once shifting around or moving. The only signs of life coming from the man was his chest rising and falling with each breath. You weren’t sure when he’d wake up, and Chan couldn’t say either.
Still, you ordered an extra large pizza in case he would be awake for dinner. You hesitated when ordering, would greasy carbs be the best for someone who woke up from a gnarly injury?
Whatever, you’re sure that he won’t be too picky when he wakes up. Most people when disoriented just want to fill their growling stomachs. Eventually you placed the order anyway and it would be close to half an hour later when it showed up.
As if on cue, movement from the couch could be heard as you were busy placing the pizza boxes in the kitchen.
Chan’s door opened just as soon as he heard the shifting in Jisung’s breathing pattern. The older was by his side immediately, helping him sit up when he deliriously reached for the back of the couch to pull himself up. “Chan-Hyung..?” The man croaked out, voice in need of water.
“I’m here, I’m here.” Chan assured him, kneeling next to the couch. He turns and grabs the bottle of water you left there for when he woke up. Chan swiftly hides the pain meds you also placed. Jisung’s natural healing abilities worked better than the manufactured stuff.
Jisung shakily accepted the chilled bottle from Chan, greedily gulping the refreshing beverage quickly.
His throat felt way better afterwards, and his mind started filling in the events that happened the prior night. Before he could ask Chan what had happened after he passed out, you come in with two large plates.
Any questions die on his tongue at the sight of you. He glances to his past pack Alpha, but the man doesn’t look his way. Instead, he smiles appreciatively up at you from your spot on the floor. You hand the two a plate each, and the smell makes Jisung realize just how empty his stomach feels.
Still, where was he? What had happened after he made the panicked call to his old leader? A few rogue werewolves had been looking for a fight to relieve some tension, Jisung was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
“I hope you don’t mind cheese and margarita pizza.” You mumbled, settling into an arm chair across from the couch Jisung took up. “Of course not.” He quickly shook his head, showing his appreciation by taking a large bite out of one of the slices.
Chan still hadn’t looked his way, happily eating the pizza you grabbed for him and Jisung. The man looked absolutely smitten by you, and you just smiled nervously at poor injured Jisung. You could understand not only would he be confused after getting into an altercation but he also just woke up in an unfamiliar apartment. One person he knows, the other a complete stranger.
Eventually the oldest did take charge, placing down his now empty plate on the coffee table with a satisfied sigh. He turns to Jisung and laces his fingers together on his own lap. “Sorry for bringing you here, I don't exactly know where you live right now.”
The beta boy shook his head, cheeks stuffed with food. When he did finally swallow he immediately started apologizing too. “I was the one that called you out of nowhere; I’m sorry. Suddenly rogues-”
“How’s your side doing?” Chan cuts Jisung off. The younger pauses in confusion, glancing down where he remembers being swiped at. The gash hadn’t been deep from what he heard Chan mumbling about before he fully blacked out.
“Doesn’t hurt anymore.” He was confused for more than one reason. Chan knew that Jisung healed quickly like all werewolves. He also usually was never the type to interrupt unless it was extremely important.
His eyes glanced at you for a brief second. Of course he realized you were a human the second he saw you, you didn’t carry the regular wolf scent markings. That didn’t mean you didn’t know about them. Did you? He swallowed a lump in his throat nervously.
“All I remember were some drunk guys trying to pick a fight.” Jisung added smoothly, fixing the story to mirror a human’s world.
Chan seemed to appreciate his quick pick up on the situation and nodded back. “Sucks, but it happens unfortunately. Is there anyone I need to call that can pick you up? I’m sure it will probably bother you, yeah?”
He points at Jisung’s side and the man nods back. If he was human then he’d definitely still be in a lot of pain. Then he frowns and rubs the back of his neck.
“I actually only recently moved back to Seoul, I was staying at a hotel near where you found me.” Chan perks at that, surprised and concerned at the same time. Your own actions mirror his.
“What about the others?” Jisung doesn’t miss when Chan avoids the word pack, it practically confirms that you truly have no idea about them. “We’ve all sort of split up. Last I heard Seungmin and Felix still lived together but that was two years back.”
You look between the two with pity. Mostly for the man’s situation. Alone in Seoul and he gets himself attacked out of nowhere. If he lives in a hotel then that means he probably doesn’t have much to his name either.
“Do you work?” You asked curiously, hesitating at first in case you were overstepping. He nods and you sigh. “My work is online, but I've been saving and it’s still relatively new. It's only been two months.”
Two months is nothing in Seoul. Even renting a room is pricey.
Chan and you lock eyes accidentally, but it’s clear the same thought floats in your minds. Now that you know his injury wasn’t because of anything sketchy and just bad luck, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to help the guy out.
r/offmychest: gooning to your friend’s/roommate’s girlfriend is a DISEASE !
this is smut, do not interact if under 18 !
pairing: skz x fem!reader genre/tags: smut, crack(?), perv!skz, they’re all losers in this tbh, chan is aged up to 31 bc that’s #hot, lots of gooning (obvi), obsessive thoughts, questionable morals, jealousy, breeding kink, just overall weirdo behavior words: 5.5k
[ note. ] — this is what i write instead of working on my wips LMAO, i’ve always wanted to do a reddit-style fic so this was sm fun to make :3 lmk what y’all think guys, i’m kinda nervous to post this aghhh </3 (i also kinda wanna make a part 2 of this where reader finds out what they’ve been doing but we’ll see lol)
u/Gnab0325 • posted 2h ago
She’s my best friend’s girl and I edge for hours to the thought of breeding her. I think I’ve broken my brain.
I shouldn’t want her. I know that. She’s not mine. She never has been. But the way she‘ll randomly tug at her lip mid-conversation? The way she stretches when she wakes up on our couch? The way she looks at him like he’s everything. God, I’d kill to be on the receiving end of that look..
And it’s not just want anymore. It’s undying need. I jerk off to her like it’s my fucking religion.
I don’t even touch myself normally now, I prepare. Lights dimmed, music low, lotion warmed. I open a private folder that’s titled “hers” which have subfolders that include:
“T-shirt & no bra”
“Sleepy morning voice”
“When she wore my hoodie once and I couldn’t breathe for 3 days”
I’ve got notes, man. I script it all out in my head like I’m directing some porno. Her on top while she’s riding me, nails dragging down my chest, stuffing her little cunt full while she’s telling me, “it’s okay, baby. You can cum inside, I want it.”
That line alone has made me edge for 4 hours straight. No breaks. No finish. Just throbbing, leaking, begging myself like I was under some spell, I didn’t even realize how much time had passed until the sun came up. My sleep schedule was already fucked before this but now I’m lucky if I even get 3 hours.
The worst part? I’m not some dumb teenager. I’m (31M), I lift, I meal prep. I give actual advice to friends about love and self-control. But then she shows up in those tight yoga pants and calls me “Chris” all soft and playful and my dick’s like, “time to worship.”
I had to excuse myself last weekend during game night because she licked whipped cream off her thumb and I felt precum soak through my boxers. I lied and told them I had a call. I was in the bathroom for 45 minutes with her Instagram page open, stroking it in silence like a fucking monk.
I’ve whispered her name into my pillow while cumming so hard my vision went white. I’ve imagined hitting it from the back while I pull her hair and slap her ass and she’s screaming, “fill me up, daddy,” like I won’t put in a baby in her.
Sometimes I imagine her going through my phone and accidentally stumbling upon my secret folder, but instead of her being disgusted by it she’s intrigued. She climbs onto my lap saying, “let me help you finish this time.” If that ever happened? I’d probably pass out mid stroke and die with a hard-on. Bury me in it.
She’s not mine. But in my head, she always calls me first.
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u/FertilizedToes: The secret stash of folders was sooo real. Every man has been guilty of having doing it but none of us wanna actually admit it. Thanks for your honesty. You are our prophet.
u/TiredLawStudent: so you imagined her watching you jork it and helping you finish? that’s not edging my guy, that’s astral projection into sin.
u/IfYouSeekAmy123: Wait this is so relatable bc I stroked myself to my friend’s wife yesterday. She was sitting around the corner at the kitchen table and I was around the corner in the hallway. It was a little risky but don’t regret it, would 100% do it again.
u/Lino.Saurus • posted 8h ago
I humped a pillow thinking about my best friend’s girlfriend and cried out of frustration after. I’m not okay.
She’s always touching him and it drives me fucking nuts. She’ll just casually grab his arm during conversation and rest her head on his shoulder, whispering shit in his ear that makes him laugh when I know for a fact I would’ve laughed harder.
I shouldn’t even like her. She wasn’t initially my type (not looks wise), it’s just she’s annoying. She talks too much. She calls everyone “sweetie” or “honey” and chews gum way too loudly, but when she walks into a room, I can’t think straight. When she calls me the nickname she gave me in that soft teasing voice, I get hard so fast it makes me dizzy.
Last week was hell for me. It was like she was purposefully provoking me just to get a rise out of me. And it worked. I vividly remember the other day where she leaned over to pick something up, I saw the outline of her panties through her leggings due to how sheer they were and I had to dip out of there before I did something irreversibly criminal.
I can’t even remember how long I was jerking off that night, but I didn’t stop until my hand physically cramped up. I thought about roughly fucking her on my friend’s bed while he was in the shower. Imagined her whispering “don’t stop, don’t tell him” while I’m balls deep inside. I came dry. No lube. Just my palm and pathetic desperation.
I’ve gooned to her laugh, her stupid lip gloss, her chewing the end of a straw, even her biting her nail. I’m so far down the rabbit hole I’m jerking off to things that aren’t even sexual anymore. Her sneezing once turned me on. I wish I was joking.
Two nights ago, I humped my pillow imagining it was her like some freak virgin. I came so hard I got lightheaded. Then I cried into the same pillow that I just violated. Not because I felt guilty, but because I know she’ll never fuck me the way I want her to.
The thing is… it’s not just sex. I’m jealous. I see the little glimmer in her eye when her gaze flickers up at him, looking at him like he holds her entire world in his hands and I want to scream because I want her to look at me like that. I want her in my bed, wearing my hoodie, lying under me as she’s calling me an asshole for making her cheat but continues to furiously make out with me.
But instead, I’ll just keep pretending to be the sarcastic best friend while I edge to her voice memo from two weeks ago like it’s my last drop of water in a desert.
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u/IJustStoleUrBitchx: holy shit this is disgusting. no amount of torture would ever get this kinda info out of me. u still got my upvote tho.
u/ChiliChiliCrabCrab: You fantasized about fucking her on your best friend’s bed while he’s in the shower??? Nah dude that’s not horny that’s top ten anime betrayals.
u/WinterSoldier24: tbh i can’t even laugh at this bc i’ve BEEN there. i’ve wept into the same pillow i defiled. i’ve heard my own moans echo off my laptop screen like a haunting. guess we’re all rotting together.
u/Jutdwaee99 • posted 10h ago
I goon to my roommate’s girlfriend for hours like it’s a full-time job and I think I’m losing my grip on reality.
I don’t even know how I got to this point.
It started normal. Just a little crush, harmless admiration. She’s sweet, always super polite. Wears those cute little pajama shorts when she spends the night, has this habit of playing with her hair while she’s talking, calls my roommate cringey petnames in this sugary, sleepy voice that makes me wanna gnaw on drywall.
But now it’s out of control. I edge to her every night. Every. Single. Night. I’m not even horny anymore— I’m possessed. There’s no porn. No nudes. Just the memory of her walking down the hallway half asleep, shirt riding up, no panties, scratching lazily at her thigh. She didn’t even know I was behind her. She didn’t know I stood there, frozen in the dark, watching the sway of her hips like some sick, twisted perv.
I stay up for hours scrolling through her page, looking at her pics. Sometimes I watch the same Boomerangs on loop like it’s some high-art cinema. I even synced one of them to my goon playlist. I set a timer and 37 minutes in, her hair flips in time with the beat drop, and that’s when I tighten my grip and almost pass out.
She kissed my roommate goodbye this morning and I speed ran to the bathroom and jerked off with the hand lotion he keeps under the sink. I’ve been edging for so long my balls hurt and feel like they’re gonna explode in protest.
The most fucked up part of it all is that I don’t even want to stop. I like the torture. I like sitting in my dark room, whispering her name while I stroke it like some goddamn lunatic.
If she ever finds out what I’ve done, what I’ve imagined, I’ll be on a list. Hell, I’ll make the list.
But right now? I’m getting hard again just thinking about her leaving her toothbrush in the sink.
She’ll never be mine yet I treat her like a shrine.
I need help. Or maybe I need her to break up with him so I can ruin her properly.
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u/GojosLeftTesticle: Nah that’s a new level of disrespect. You came and moisturized with your roommate’s lotion?? I hope he kicks you out LMAO
u/DeezNuts7: i started this post giggling. then i got scared, then aroused, then scared again. i wish i never read this. you win.
u/SuperSmashUrBro: be honest bro, are you trolling? is this satire? are you karma farming? bc if not… you are edging to boomerangs. like… vertically looped 1.5 second clips. send the flood.
u/HHJThrowaway • posted 5h ago
My best friend’s girl is my obsession and I’ve ruined my life over it.
This will be my first and last post in this sub (hence why I’m using a throwaway account) because I intend on taking this shit to the grave with me. I don’t know if this is a cry for help or some final confession before I self destruct, but it’s been eating me up inside and I need to get it out. She’s my best friend’s girlfriend, but she’s perfect.
The minute she walks in it’s like the lighting changes. I’m not even exaggerating, there was this one day where the sun hit her skin like she was some glowing goddess and I literally forgot how to breathe. Her scents intoxicating, like warm sugar and vanilla. She laughs at all my jokes, even the shitty ones. She called me pretty before and I think I saw God.
And I’ve been edging to her every night since March.
I don’t use porn anymore (not that I watched it a lot anyway). Just the flashback of one night where she licked salt off her wrist before downing a tequila shot. The way she presses her thighs together when she’s cold. The time she hugged me goodbye and the scent of her perfume still lingered on my shirt for two days and I didn’t wash it until I’d cum in it twice.
I don’t just jerk off. I goon. Long sessions. Hours sometimes. I hum her name, talk to myself like she’s watching, I’ve even came to the thought of her crying while coming undone on my cock more times than I can count.
There was one night she fell asleep on our couch in those tiny short shorts she always wears and I stared at her thighs for so long I nearly passed out from holding my breath. I got so aroused that I immediately went to my room and stroked my dick with one hand and held my phone looking at the pics I snapped of her with the other. I just kept chanting , “You’d let me ruin you, wouldn’t you?” to myself like I was in a trance.
She told my friend I’m “sweet” and “artsy” and now I can’t get the image out of my head of painting her nude and licking the brush clean. I’m so far gone that if she ever moaned my name on accident, I think I’d just nut on the spot and die. Heart attack. Instant cremation.
I have dreams where she kisses me in secret, all desperate and trembling, telling me she wishes she was dating me instead. I wake up hard and aching, tip already leaking, so sensitive I have to breathe through it like labor.
I can’t keep doing this. But also? I’ll never stop. I’ll die gooning for her.
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u/YoMama43: ngl i once nutted to a voicemail my coworker left me by accident and i thought i was down bad LMAO. but you? you’re the goon king. i kneel to you.
u/ObscureLemonXx: so no one’s gonna talk about the part where he said breathing through his hard-on like labor??? like SIR. why is this the most erotic and deeply upsetting thing i’ve ever read?
u/IFucktUranus: Bro. I read this shit twice. Once as a gooner, once as a romantic. You ever edge so long you feel like you could speak in tongues?? You’re not sick. You’re transcendent. I’ve moaned into a towel while looking at my neighbor’s old vacation photos. You’re not alone.
u/_DoolSetNett • posted 11h ago
I’ve created an entire goon archive for my friend’s girlfriend and idk who I am anymore.
I (24M) think I blacked out the first time I saw her. Not even kidding. She walked in wearing a giant hoodie and the tiniest shorts that barely covered the crease of her ass, I felt faint just from the sight alone. My friend introduced her all casual like, “hey, this is y/n,” and I shook her hand with the same fingers I jerked off with not even ten minutes earlier. I deserve jail time for that.
I told myself it was a one time thing and it would never happen again, but now I have 13 folders— and that’s just on my laptop. There’s more on the cloud, a backup drive, on my phone, etc. I even made a fucking spreadsheet to track them.
They’re all labeled in alphabetical order:
Folder A: candid pics she’s posted (IG stories, old selfies, this one pic where she’s wearing nothing else but his shirt)
Folder B: voice clips I secretly recorded of her saying random shit, laughing, talking to the dog.
Folder C: audios I spliced together to sound like she’s moaning.
Folder D: my own goon notes that include detailed fantasies. I treat them like mini fanfics.
There’s a “date night” folder. A “nap time” folder. One called “bite marks I wish I gave her.” The worst is a private one just called “sacred.” That one has screenshots of the way she sits, the curve of her waist when she leans over, the outline of her tits when she’s not wearing a bra under those thin tank tops she loves.
I edge to her for hours. No music needed, just her voice. I put her on loop. Thinking about her face, wearing those little fucking shorts. I swear she’s doing it on purpose because the entire bottom curve of her ass cheek is always out. Every time she bends down to get something my dick jumps. I’ve memorized the way the fabric rides up. Sometimes I start at 10 pm and don’t cum until 3 am. I’ve hallucinated her saying, “cum for me, baby,” in her cute, whimpery voice. That happened about a weeks ago and I still think about it every time I touch myself.
Half the time I don’t even cum, I just leak and whimper and catalogue. I edge until my thighs tremble, timestamp my leaks and track how many fap sessions I’ve had in one day. I’ve become a professional goon archivist. I’d jerk off to her selfies and pretend like she’s watching. I stare at my screen like it’s a portal, fisting my cock with one hand, breath shallow, and blow my load like I’m marking her. One time I came so hard to her pics I didn’t even aim, I just let it hit the screen. Watched it drip down her face like I’d bred the pixels.
I try and concentrate on other things too but I can’t, all I can think about is fucking her cute little pussy. What it looks like under those shorts, whether or not she’s shaved (it doesn’t matter, I’d still eat her out anyway). She probably tastes so good, I wanna fuck her until her voice is hoarse and her thighs are shaking. I’d be so gentle at first, but once I get inside her? I’d lose my fucking mind. Every time she leans over and her shirt dips low I can’t help but wanna know what it’s like to fuck her pretty tits. I wanna make her cry on my cock and then I’d apologize but still keep going.
I never act suspicious around her, I talk to her normally like a regular person. I held the elevator for her yesterday and when she smiled at me I nearly jizzed in my pants. She hugged me once after I helped her carry groceries and I had to walk backwards out of the kitchen like some Victorian virgin. I was leaking pre all the way to my room.
I know it’s wrong. I know I’m sick. But she’s become this deity that I worship in my head. I serve her. I spill for her without her ever asking. If she ever found my folders, the audio edits, the moan loops? I’d have to legally change my name, burn all my hard drives, go off the grid, and live in the woods.
But until then? I’ll keep building my archive. For her. For me. For the goon gods.
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u/NoticeMeSenpai69: Bruh… you’re not alone in this. I goon to my homie’s girl daily. She walks around in those tight ass leggings and calls me “dude” like I won’t nut thinking about it for the next 3 days straight. You’re just chronically down bad, it’s honestly normal. We’re visual creatures. Ain’t our fault they’re walking around looking like bait.
u/1diotS4ndwich: This might be the most mentally unwell thing I’ve ever read. You’re edging to voice clips you secretly recorded?? Man.. that’s not down bad, that’s felony flavored. Go outside. Touch grass. Eat it. Bake it into bread. You need something holy in your system.
u/Rizzler420: yo drop the link to folder C thooo. i ain’t even mad. i just wanna see how real your splice game is maybe we can edge together. virtual goon circle. you bring the audios, i’ll bring lotion and red bulls.
u/Y0ngLixx • posted 9h ago
I jerk off to her laugh. Just her laugh. That’s all it takes.
It started off with pure intentions, just as a joke. I (24M) recorded her once on my phone because she made a dumb pun and my friend (the one she’s dating), wasn’t there to hear it. She has a cute laugh, it was harmless.
Then I listened to it again, and again like it was some lullaby that would put me to sleep.
Fast forward a month later and now I’ve accumulated over 40 audio clips. Its nothing sexual, just her laughing, her soft giggles and stupid jokes. Her doing that little gasp-then-snort combo when she really loses it. There’s one clip I have where she says my name mid-laugh and I kid you not I almost passed out from how hard I got. I thought my cock was gonna split open.
I used to not masturbate a lot, but now I’m doing it practically everyday. Just to the sound of her being happy. I’ll close my eyes, pull up her laugh, and stroke myself into oblivion while whispering things like “you sound so pretty,” and “keep laughing, angel. I’ll make you moan next.” It’s not even about sex anymore. I’m addicted to the idea of her, the sound of her.
One time she tripped over something and fell right into my lap, purely innocent, she’s a clumsy little thing. She looked up at me with those big doe eyes and said, “oops, you okay?” and I just simply said yes, but I got an insta boner.
I edged for four hours straight that night, didn’t stop until my thighs were trembling and my toes were cramping. There were no visual, just her voice on continuous loop. I was begging the ceiling for permission to cum like she had me tied up and giggling over me. She doesn’t even know the power she possesses.
She asked me once if I had a girlfriend. I told her the truth and said no and she was shocked, telling me how someone as sweet as me shouldn’t be single. I smiled at that. Then later, I stroked it raw to the idea of her calling me sweet while bouncing on my cock and tugging my hair.
I have this sick fantasy where she catches me in the act and finds the audio clips. But instead of being mad, she kisses me softly and says, “I’ve always wondered what your moans sound like,” I think I’d cry, or cum, or both at the same time.
I’m a soft gooner.
I light candles, put on a playlist full of her favorite songs, and stroke myself slow and romantic like we’re in love. I know she’s taken, but in my imagination we’ve been dating for months.
Then after I cum, that’s when reality hits. I sit there in silence, staring at my phone screen and can’t help but feel ashamed and disgusted with myself. Her laughter still plays on loop in the background, but now it sounds far away, like I’m hearing her from behind a door I’ll never be allowed to open. I wipe up the mess, lock my phone, then tell myself I’m done.
Until the next time she smiles at me and the cycle continues all over again.
I’ve thought about stealing a pair of her panties. My favorite is the pink lacy ones she likes to wear, I’ve seen the waistband peek out when she wore baggy sweats that sat below her waist. I’ve fantasized about pressing them up to my face, even stroking myself with the fabric wrapped around the base of my cock.
But I haven’t done it, at least not yet. I’m scared she’ll find out, that I’ll get caught or that if I succeed it’ll become a habit. Maybe one day that’ll change and I finally build up the courage.
Or maybe I’ll just keep edging to the sound of her joy, pretending I’m the cause of it.
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u/CumSlushiez: Been there before. Not with the laugh stuff but… I’ve got 12 folders for my coworker’s wife. The “I think I’d cry and cum at the same time” line? Too real. You’re not the only building archives. Stay strong, edge long.
u/LonelyyVirgin234: 40 laugh clips is crazy but also… not enough. you gotta diversify the catalog. get some sighs. a yawn. a sleepy hum. build a soundscape. turn her voice into a fucking symphony while you leak into your sheets. this is art tbh, unholy art, but still art.
u/Only1BrainCell: This feels like reading someone’s diary in a psych ward. You’re not soft. You’re sick. You fantasize about sniffing used panties and whispering her name like you’re in a cult. You are one pair of lacy underwear away from a Netflix doc.
u/Minivrse • posted 16h ago
I edge to my roommate’s girlfriend while she reads books on the couch. Fully clothed. I’ve officially lost it.
She was wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with a coffee stain on it. The blanket was half-tucked under her thighs and had a chipped mug with tea balanced on her knee with a book resting in her lap.
And I came in my fucking boxers just from watching her turn a page.
She hadn’t even spoken a word or anything, just the sound of her breathing and flipping through a paperback was enough. I had to lean against the kitchen counter pretending to scroll on my phone, but my cock was already stiff as a board. I muttered “Jesus Christ” under my breath and shuffled back into my room like I just committed something illegal.
I’ve been gooning to her every night since. Just to the idea of her. Fully dressed and completely oblivious. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and she doesn’t even try.
She’s not just pretty though, she’s extremely smart. Brains and beauty, the complete package. She’s always reading something dense, annotating margins, scribbling thoughts like her brain runs on overdrive. And every time she shares one of those little ideas with me, some fact about dolphins or a throwaway line from a novel, I get hard. Instantly. It’s like she weaponized intelligence and wrapped it in cozy clothes and Burt’s Bee’s chapstick.
She collects these stupid little trinkets that I think are kinda ugly. Like ceramic frogs, miniature teapots, one of them is just a rock with googly eyes glued onto it?? But I think it’s adorable because it’s hers. I want to fuck her next to them on the bed while they watch.
I never really gave a shit about relationships. Never cared to be in one. Until I met her. I’m constantly fantasizing about making her mine in the most depraved ways possible. Ripping her hoodie off, spitting on her tits, fucking her so dumb until she forgets her own name and only remembers mine. I wanna hear her beg, make her say “please” while I ruin her slowly. I wanna press my hand over her mouth while I’m cumming deep inside her and whispering a bunch of filthy shit in her ear.
It’s gotten to a point where I’ve developed a whole routine. 9:30 pm: she usually comes over after work. 9:42 pm: She kicks off her shoes and says something like “God, I’m so exhausted,” and I’m already hard. 10:00 pm: I’m in my room preparing my little set up and edging myself to the sound of her voice echoing from the living room.
Last night I jerked off for three hours just listening to her eat chips and argue about movie plots with my roommate. Once, she laughed so hard she snorted and I had to physically stop myself from jerking off or I would’ve blown my load without permission. I tried to take a break but it only lasted for day and a half, I couldn’t control the urges anymore.
I feel like such a shithead for doing this because she genuinely thinks I’m a good guy. She talks to me like I’m safe. Calls me “the funny one” or “so chill.” One time she ruffled my hair and said, “you’d make such a good boyfriend,” and I blacked out mid-convo. Couldn’t remember what I said back. I just nodded and prayed my boner didn’t show.
I treat her like my girlfriend in my head. Goon scenarios where she climbs on top of me in those baggy clothes she always wears, telling me, “I need you” where she rides me slow and sleepy while my fingers strum down her back and say, “you’ve got no idea what you do to me.”
But then I walk out to refill my water and see her cuddling and kissing my roommate. Laughing with him like she’s not the sole reason why I haven’t cum properly in weeks. I just go right back into my room, lock the door, and edge to her reflection in the microwave glass.
She isn’t mine, but my cock doesn’t know that. And at this point, I’m not even sure I do anymore.
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u/PizzaSlut662: bros a hopeless romantic and a sex criminal at the same time. “she collects trinkets that are ugly but i still love them bc they’re hers” had me kicking my feet until the next sentence said “i wanna fuck her next time while they watch.” i need to go lie down.
u/StrawberrySodaaa: “9:42pm she kicks off her shoes” Um, are you tracking her like she’s the moon?? I’ve never been this aroused and terrified simultaneously.
u/ChrolloLuciferStan: every day i log into this app thinking “surely it can’t get worse” and then i read shit like this..
u/I.2.N.8 • posted 4h ago
I nutted in my pants when she tied her shoe. I didn’t touch myself, just vibes.
We were walking from the convenience store and she bent down to tie her sneaker. That’s it. I didn’t get a peak of her cleavage, didn’t touch her, nothing. She was just bent at the waist, ass slightly arched while she softly grunted and double knotted her laces. I creamed my pants on the spot. Hands stuffed in my pockets, my sweatshirt covering the damage, but there was a wet spot and everything. I walked back home like I’d been shot in the dick.
She’s dating my best friend and he brings her over all the time like she’s not a walking wet dream designed to destroy my sanity. I’ve always had a thing for older girls so shes literally my type to a T. I’m so fucking jealous of him, I’ve grown resentment towards him for it.
It doesn’t help that she’s always calling me “Innie” like I’m some little boy that she’ll never take seriously, like I wouldn’t ruined her in a hundred different ways. I’ve told her a million times that just my name is fine, but she giggles it off then continues to do it again.
Porn has always been an escape for me, a coping mechanism when college gets too stressful (I know some of y’all can relate). I’ve developed an addiction— multiple tabs open, Twitter accounts bookmarked, late night goon sessions with my AirPods in and my shirt bunched between my teeth to muffle the moans. But now, it’s only spiraled from there, I only search for videos that look like her. Faceless videos, shaky camera angles, any girl with her hair length and skin tone, the more amateur it is the better. I just mute the stupid guy in the video’s voice and whisper my own name to pretend it’s me.
It’s not even normal jerking off. I sit in my room with my headphones in, pillow between my thighs, and I edge to the sound of her existing. Her voice in the hallway. Those little noises she makes whenever she stretches that makes her sound like a dying mouse. I have the most depraved fantasies about her, like full on situations where she straddles me in the backseat and says, “you’re so hard for me, baby, does that mean you wanna cum in me?” and I cry while nodding.
I’ve developed a full blown breeding kink because of her. I get off to the thought of her saying she forgot to take her pill while grinding on me in just a t-shirt and nothing else. I’ve rubbed one out to the idea of putting a baby in her and fucking her so deep while she tells me how I’d make a pretty daddy. I’m aware of how disgusting I am and I fully acknowledge there’s something deeply wrong with me, but there’s no harm in doing it if she’ll never find out.
Yesterday she sat next to me and accidentally brushed my knee up against hers. I was hard for an hour, it was so embarrassing I felt like I was part of some humiliation ritual.
She probably thinks I’m too sweet to have any thoughts like this. Completely harmless. The “shy friend”. But I’ve ruined three pairs of boxers this month alone from dry humping my pillow to the thought of having her lips wrapped around my cock. If she ever saw what I do when she’s not around, if she ever knew how many times I’ve edged to her smile alone… she’d never make eye contact with me again.
And the most fucked up part of it all? I wouldn’t even blame her, but I wouldn’t stop either.
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u/GoonGoblin98: This is the final boss of horny. You’ve ascended past porn, past imagination, past logic. Nutting from vibes alone?? You’re a chosen one. I edge to this post about you edging, gooner inception.
u/ILuvHotMilfs: older girls will ruin you. they smile at you once and you’re planning nursery colors and thinking about biting her ankle while you cum. stay strong innie. one day she’ll call you good boy and you’ll never recover.
u/DinoNuggetz333: How do you go back to regular life after this..? You nut to her voice and cry into your pillow and then just?? eat cereal like nothing happened?? This is either genius or the most cursed goon confession I’ve read all week.
honestly, i have no idea why i wrote this LOL. i just got super bored one night and made this idk, i hope no one takes this too too serious or i’ll cri. this was just for entertainment guys i swear </3 but uhhh lmk if u liked this? maybe i’ll do the part 2 if enough ppl liked this idk man >.<
I was thinking about this today and thought you may enjoy also
Owners who train their puppy to have an oral fixation bc they think it’s soooo cute when their little pup is whining and drooling to have something in their mouth. Puppy didn’t really get it at first but after a few weeks of being rewarded every time something was in their mouth they are 100% onboard.
I just think it would be delightful to have my kinks shaped to meet the desires of my owner (also could not decide who I think would do this but I’m kind of leaning Minho???? Would love your thoughts and opinions)
OH MINHO SO WOULD.
He would start so small. He's so sneaky! It'd be a tiny thing like handing them lollipops, and pocky etc. Things to keep your mouth occupied that earn them a sweet kiss on your head and a lil scratch under the chin. He does it EVERY time.
Slowly upgrades to his thumb in their mouth when they're sitting close by. Same result, a sweet kiss and a pleasant scratch. He does it until they start expecting it, staring at him confused when he doesn't immediately offer you his hand.
At the same time, he's training his pup to always sit by his feet, and naturally, they rest their head on his thigh!
He slowly starts moving them day by day until they've learnt to sit right between his legs, head empty and face pressed against his bulge as they suck on his thumb.
Puppy doesn't even realise how whiny they get now :( if he's close by, they EXPECT to have something to suck. They NEED it. They whine and beg and plead, mouth filling with drool as they stare with wide eyes. He lives for it!
Hyunjin has a thing for your chest and not in a shallow, one-track-mind kind of way. It's deeper than that. Emotional. Borderline spiritual.
He’s shameless about it too. Doesn’t even try to hide how his eyes drop the second your hoodie comes off. Always has his hands under your shirt like it’s second nature, like your body is the only place he feels at peace. Sometimes it’s not even sexual—just comfort. He’ll curl into you, bury his face between your tits and breathe like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Says he can’t sleep unless at least one hand is resting there, fingers splayed, tracing the skin lazily as if to say, I’m here. You’re here. We’re okay.
But when he’s stressed really stressed he goes quiet. Withdrawn. Brows furrowed, jaw tight. And that’s when he climbs into your lap, pushes your shirt up with trembling hands, and takes your nipple into his mouth like it’s his only lifeline. He doesn't say a word ,just breathes shakily through his nose, clinging to you, sucking softly like he's trying to calm the storm inside. Sometimes he hums while doing it. Quiet, low vibrations against your skin that make you feel like he’s a boy again, seeking safety.
And then… there’s the jealousy.
Hyunjin gets possessive. The second someone else’s eyes wander especially toward your chest he’s already moving, already guiding you away with a hand on your lower back. His grip is tight, protective, but there’s something needy about it too. Like he needs to reclaim you. Like the idea of someone else even thinking about your body drives him wild. The second you're alone, he's pushing you against the nearest surface, mouth hot and desperate against your skin. “You’re mine,” he growls into the curve of your chest, lips dragging, tongue leaving trails. “No one gets to see you like this but me.”
He leaves bruises when he’s like that. Marks shaped like his mouth, like his fingers. He stares at them afterward with a dazed look in his eyes—somewhere between love ,satisfaction and obsession.
When he’s needy and overstimulated, it’s a mess in the most beautiful way. He could’ve cum already, twice even, but he still wants to keep going. Wants to keep sucking on you, mouthing at your tits like he’s losing his mind. His moans turn to whimpers. His voice cracks. “I know I came, I know,” he pants, tears building at the corners of his eyes, “but please—just a little more. Just let me feel you.”
Even when his body is trembling from too much, his mouth never leaves your chest. He worships them like they’re sacred. Like he needs them.
And don’t get him started on when you’re out in public wearing something tight or low-cut. He gets all pouty and bratty, drapes himself over you like a possessive boyfriend in a teen drama. His arm tightens around your waist, his hand subtly brushes your chest like he thinks no one notices. But they do. He just doesn’t care. “They’re mine,” he whispers with a smug smirk, lips brushing your ear, “don’t care who sees.”
And when you’re fucking?
Oh, he’s in heaven. He can’t focus on anything else. Has to have his mouth on your tits, tongue swirling, fingers squeezing like he’s starving. If you try to pull your shirt down after, he whines actually whines like you’ve taken away his favorite thing. “Please,” he begs, voice thick, eyes glossy, “just lemme touch ‘em. I missed them.” Like you didn’t let him suck on them for hours earlier.
To Hyunjin, your chest isn’t just something to get off to—it’s a place of comfort, obsession, and love. It's his anchor. His favorite addiction.
╱|、 Pairing : Wolf Hybrid!Bangchan x Fem!Reader
(˚ˎ 。7 Warnings : Aggressive Chan, Sexual Content (MDNI), biting, knotting,
|、˜〵 choking/pinning, spit/drool, growling/snapping, borderline BDSM
じしˍ,)ノ Notes : Day 3 of 4 from the BbokiDwae Collab with @dwaekkicidal!
ㅤ-`♡´- Hybrid!Chan likes to have his way - all of the time. But that's because he views himself as the Alpha in your household, so if you comply with him, it just makes everything easier. And of course, that slips over into the bedroom as well.
-`♡´- Which means that he wants you to just sit still, look pretty, and let him abuse your holes until you're reduced to tears that stain the soft white sheets under your head.
-`♡´- Constant, hard, rough, bed-rocking, headboard-slamming-on-the-wall fucking ; whether that means he's got you bent over the side of the bed or he's mounting you from behind - maybe even letting you sit atop his hips while he pushes his cock up into you from below.
-`♡´- He cannot do soft sex unless he absolutely has to. And there is a reason for that.
-`♡´- Primal urges are constant when it's mating season for him. He's growling under his breath at people who get too close to you, he always has to have his hands on your waist or in your back pocket, and if you're at home then he's stuck to your side like glue.
-`♡´- And those primal urges also transfer into the bedroom as well. He'll snarl at you from behind when you squirm as your orgasm approaches, whispering out that you should stay still if you want it to take and that he's going to keep going until he knows you're full of his pups.
-`♡´- If you're not listening and keep moving underneath him, he'll scruff you by biting at the side of your neck and sinking his teeth in just enough to hold you tight. It hurts, he knows it hurts, and he'll apologize for it later with a soft whimper in his voice - but for now he just needs your pretty body to lay still for him.
-`♡´- Speaking of urges - during mating season all they're telling him to do is breed.
-`♡´- He's constantly in you - pinning you down with a hand on your neck on the sofa, bending you over in the bed, filling you to the brim against the kitchen counter; He's fucking up into you with heavy balls and a ruddy tip that is always, always leaking in desperation to be rubbing up on your gummy pink walls.
-`♡´- And he's got so much cum to give. During mating season his body is constantly vibrating, jittery and aching for release. And one knot is never enough.
-`♡´- He's flooding you with cum so much so that even his knot can't contain it. He'll fuck into you, growl out as soon as his knot inflates and huff as it locks him into you - and even then he won't stop, rutting his hips desperately for more friction until he's grinding his cock deeper against your walls, kissing your cervix with a tip that spurts thick ropes of white to fill you up.
-`♡´- And as soon as his knot deflates, it comes leaking out the moment he moves away. So he plugs you up again, cock still hard and eyes rolling back at the way you're so slick now. And how is he supposed to stop then, hm?
-`♡´- There is a lot of biting involved. You're constantly covered in marks of his dominance and adoration by being littered with imprints of his canines - though he knows better and will leave them in less obvious places - both from holding you down/frustration and pent up feelings and from needing to mark you up so others know that his territory includes you.
-`♡´- And the man is feral. He's absolutely going to be drooling when he fucks you, tongue sliding over his lips over and over at the sight of how delicious your body looks rocking underneath his as he fucks into you for the fourth time that evening - if you ask nicely, and if you're into it, he may just spit on your pussy too. (He probably will anyway.)
-`♡´- He is determined to breed you. Even if you're on birth control or simply don't want kids (and he knows it), he'll still attempt to fill you up as much as he possibly can. Even though there's just so much cum that it all ends up leaking out in the end.
-`♡´-
"Gonna fill you up. You want that, yeah? You want me to fill you up?" He'll whine to mock your moans, brows crinkling when you choke on your sounds. "Say it." He'll growl, "Say you want it."
"Sit still. Sit still," He huffs, hand landing a harsh slap to your ass before squeezing the tender flesh in an attempt to keep you from moving. "Don't you want my pups, baby? Then quit moving."
"Oh my God, you're so fucking tight. So warm. God, don't ever wanna pull outta this pretty pussy."
"Where are you going?" He'll chuckle, grabbing onto your hips to drag you back to him when you try to crawl away for a small break between fuckings. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Fuck, might break you open. Split your pussy apart with my knot. Think you can take it? Yeah? Well you're gonna."
Everything the pack has also belongs to Chan as alpha, including Changbin's new girl. He gives you time to get acclimated to pack life, but he wants to inspect his new possession. He tells Changbin on his way out to run pack errands, and heads up to your room. You wake up with your sleep shirt lifted and your panties pulled aside. Chan is sliding his thumb through your folds. Your eyes open and he says, "Bin's specialty has always been procurement. It's about time I taste our newest acquisition"
“bin?” your sleepy voice calls out in the darkness. the mattress dips when the figure hovering over you moves to switch on the lamp on your nightstand.
“cha—sir,” you stumble over the words, brows furrowed in confusion. the alpha looks down at you with an amused smile tugging on his lips. you’re adorable. his beta is a lucky guy.
a heavy scent surrounds you and overpowers changbin’s familiar musk still lingering in the room. when did your boyfriend leave? it couldn’t have been too long ago; the bed’s still warm and you remember the sound of running water moments before you closed your eyes.
you’re trapped on your side, caged in between chan’s strong arms. you hope he can’t hear the nervous pattering of your heart. in a bold attempt to shift onto your back and face him you try (and fail) to move your legs. your eyes widen when you realize your panties are stuck halfway down your thighs, hurriedly shoved down, a familiar wetness coating your skin.
the alpha chuckles and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. you look so cute while your foggy brain tries to catch up with the situation. he presses his face into the crook of your neck, groaning at your sweet scent as he grinds his straining erection against your ass. his fingers find their way between your legs again and you gasp when two of them slip inside. judging by the easy slide he must’ve been toying with you for a while before you woke up. he fucks them into your sloppy cunt, the wet sounds bringing a flush of heat to your cheeks.
“ahh s-sir…” you echo your earlier words, too befuddled to form a full sentence. overwhelmed by the building pleasure and his strong scent you part your legs as much as your panties allow. the fluttering nerves in your chest are replaced by an aching need. as much as you love your boyfriend, the both of you were raised with the old pack traditions. one for all, and all for one. when you and changbin got together you knew it’d only be a matter of time before chan would pay you a visit.
“that’s a good girl,” chan whispers as you start rolling your hips onto his fingers while whiny sounds fall from your lips. his rough teeth nip at your shoulder. “bin's specialty has always been procurement. it's about time i taste our newest acquisition.”
Fucking shy sub seungmin and having to hold his hands down threatening to tie him up cause he keeps covering his pretty face.
And ofc he tries covering his mouth too cause he couldn't stop moaning and gasping, his abs clenching when he's close to Cumming all over his pretty stomach 😫😐
IF YOUR OKAY WITH THIS <3
idk if u meant pegging him or if u meant sitting on his dick so i took this and ran with it friend 🫡
“show me your handsome face, seungminnie.”
his reply is muffled under his hands, but you can see his head shaking back and forth. no, he’s saying, but you can’t have that.
you’ve got your boy underneath you, legs spread as far as they’ll go and back arching off the bed while your strap stretches him open. it’s your smallest one but seungmin’s all time favorite. it’s not often that he wants it like this, but sometimes he needs it… you inside of him.
“ah, no? are you tellin’ me no, seungminnie? you want me to tie your hands down or somethin’?” he gives you another frantic shake of his head, and you have to fight the coo working its way out of your mouth. seungmin’s thighs quake and clamp around your hips at a particularly deep thrust.
seungmin yelps, a cute little sound that finally does make you coo. one hand stays covering his face while the other travels down to your stomach. his fingers press gently against the skin there, lightly pushing as if he’s trying to say it’s too deep inside, back up. it’s a small cock, it’s not too deep inside; he’s just being whiny.
he struggles when you get your hands around both of his wrists. seungmin’s long and lithe, and he wiggles when you pin his hands to his sides.
the noises that leave his mouth are a dream.
he whines and whines, face scrunching up like he’s embarrassed for you to see him this way. he’s shockingly strong for how lean he is, and one hand breaks free and slaps over his mouth again to keep his noises at bay. you pinch the side of his thigh in retaliation and grab for it again, pinning it down against the bed once more.
“why are you keeping your noises from me, huh? and your handsome face. you don’t want me to know i’m making you feel good?”
seungmin shakes his head. “‘s too- too good. too good, i don’t-! ah, o-oh, i can’t…” his words trail off into a wail when you start fucking him in earnest. seungmin’s hands are balled into fists at his sides, and his stomach clenches. he looks at you once and then down to his cock, bouncing and leaking all over his toned stomach. he looks at you again, eyes shiny and silently begging.
“you want me to touch this thing?”
he nods this time, and his legs snap around you when your hand circles his tip. it won’t be long now.
perv!roommate!felix who absolutely loves living with you, he couldn’t ask for a better roommate. but sometimes you just make it so hard for him and his poor cock, especially when you’re prancing around in pretty little skirts and tiny tops that just seem to get smaller and smaller everyday
perv!roommate!felix who starts to think you almost do it on purpose, just to see him squirm and trip over his words when you catch him staring at your ass - blood rushing to his dick at the mere idea of you wanting his eyes on you
perv!roommate!felix who swears up and down he’s nothing but a gentleman, he just wants you to feel comfortable around him. but he often times finds himself laying alone in his room at night, briefs tangled around his ankles and dick so swollen and needy and begging for something other than his hand, imagining it was your cunt he was dribbling into instead of his hand - wanting nothing more than to bend you over and make you apologise on his cock for being such a goddamn tease. he’ll hardly be able to meet your eyes the next morning
perv!roommate!felix who has to excuse himself every morning when you walk around in your pathetic excuse of a towel, having the nerve to actually bend down right in front him, and he almost loses all self-control the second he steals a glance at your glistening pussy, looking so empty and sad without a cock spreading it open. and he can do nothing but get himself off yet again, too passive to actually call you out on your behaviour and he swears his dick is gonna fall off if he keeps relying on his hand, just praying he gets at least one taste of your sweet cunt in this lifetime
perv!roommate!felix who innocently offers to do your laundry for you every week, feeling his cock twitch in excitement when you happily hand your basket over, barely noticing your underwear drawer getting smaller and smaller as the weeks go by
perv!roommate!felix who feels so much shame when he sees the panties he’s collected peaking out from under his pillow, knowing he should just give them back to you already but they’re all so sticky and used with his cum - he couldn’t possibly stand the thought of you knowing how depraved he actually is
perv!roommate!felix who despite all his best efforts has an obsession with stealing your underwear and using them to get himself off, fisting them around his cock and imagining it was your pretty pussy he was fucking up into instead, or shoving them into his mouth to muffle the slutty groans he lets out while humping his pillow, a mess of drool and spit and cum staining the cute pink fabric
perv!roommate!felix who can’t stand the thought of your ever bringing someone home, so he’ll claim he’s just too uncomfortable with a stranger being in his apartment - but really he just hates the idea of someone else spreading you open on their cock, knowing he could fuck you so much better if you would just give him one chance
perv!roommate!felix who likes picking fights with you when you make a mess in the apartment, wanting nothing more than to fuck away the cute pout sitting on your lips when he scolds you
perv!roommate!felix who thinks you’re so pretty if it weren’t for your mouth, almost begging him to force his cock down your throat and shut you up once and for all
perv!roommate!felix who can’t find it in himself to be mad at you for long, especially not when he stumbles past your room later that night - he didn’t mean to look!! he swears!! but he’s never heard his name whined to prettily, and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from the sloppy way you fuck your fingers into your pussy, itching to be filled with something bigger and heavier
perv!roommate!felix who hates himself for it but he just has to pull out his phone and snap a few photos in this state, all drooling and sweaty and fucked out for him
perv!roommate!felix who hardly ever invites the rest of the boys over, wanting to keep you all to himself - he especially hates watching you flirt with hyunjin all night, dying to fuck the bratty attitude out of you for even daring to think of anyone other than him
perv!roommate!felix who has to settle for fisting your used panties around his dick yet again, so desperately wishing it was your cute cunt he was rubbing against instead of the stupid frilly underwear you love so much
perv!roommate!felix who sometimes sneaks into your room when you’ve left for the day, curling into your sheets and using the lingering scent of your shampoo to coax himself to orgasm - eyes shifting away when you question him about the weird wet patch left behind on your sheets when you come home
perv!roommate!felix who finds himself ‘accidentally’ walking in on you in the shower more times than he can count, tumbling out half-assed apologies but he always seems to take a tad too long to actually leave
perv!roommate!felix who tries his best to act like he wasn’t dying to fuck you, but he could feel himself cave in with each passing day, especially with the fuck me eyes you follow him around with that he was so sure he was making up in his head - until finally he gives in and finds himself slipping into your bed one night when the swell of his dick is just too hard to ignore - pressing his hot cock against your clothed cunt and whimpering out when he feels your wetness build up against the fabric of your underwear, begging him to dip in just once and he just hopes and prays you won’t wake up to find him rutting against you like pervert
perv!roommate!felix who can only think with his dick and can’t help himself from desperately humping against you, the feeling of your warmth flooding his cock and his fingers are slipping down to nudge your panties to the side before he can even stop himself, swollen dick bumping against your pussy and he’s so far gone he wouldn’t be able to stop even if he wanted to
perv!roommate!felix who gets too carried away, he knows he should stop now before you wake up and find your sweet roommate playing with your pussy, but you're whimpering in your sleep and bucking down to meet his shallow thrusts, just an inch he tells himself and he’ll leave you alone
perv!roommate!felix who can’t stop at just an inch, he’s just too greedy - before he knows it he’s stuffed you full and you're all he can think, see or taste. and he doesn't know you've been awake this whole time, legs spread and waiting for him to make his move. and you're parting your lips to mock him for being so pathetic that he'd have to crawl into your bed at night but before you can he’s hammering into you like a man starved, embarrassed sobs of please, i’m so sorry, just need t’ cum falling from his lips as he chases his high - drunk on the feel of your plush walls swallowing him up
perv!roommate!felix who gets one taste of you and can’t seem to get enough
Sypnosis: When you accidentally summon Seungmin, a high-ranking demon with an attitude problem, you find yourself bound to him by an unbreakable contract.
Pairing: Demon!K.seungmin x afab!reader
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Bound By Mistake masterlist here.
Content Warning: mild profanity and sarcasm, panic reactions, mentions of loneliness, supernatural elements, crackfic. (Might've missed some)
Word count: 1.1k
next chapter coming soon..
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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION───NOTHING DIRECTLY RELATES TO ANY REAL LIFE EVENTS.
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You really shouldn’t have touched the book.
But in your defense, it was there. Sitting all ominous and ancient in the corner of that sketchy antique shop you’d wandered into on a whim. It had been wedged between a creepy porcelain doll and a taxidermied raven missing an eye—so really, compared to those, the book seemed like the least cursed thing in the store.
You were wrong.
So very, very wrong.
Now there was a demon in your bedroom, looking at you like you were the biggest disappointment of his immortal existence.
He didn’t look like the demons you’d read about in mythology or seen in horror movies. No horns, no bat wings, no hooved feet. Instead, he was tall, lean, and dressed in black from head to toe—ripped jeans, leather jacket, and a shirt that said I’m Not Sarcastic, I Just Have Better Priorities. His dark hair fell into sharp, piercing eyes that were currently glaring daggers at you, and if looks could kill, you’d be a smoldering pile of ash.
The candlelight flickered against his face, casting shadows along his sharp jawline as he exhaled—loudly—like he had just been summoned by the single most inconvenient person on the planet.
“Of all the people in the world…” He gestured vaguely at you, his voice dripping with disappointment. “It had to be you?”
How you got here you may ask? It’s just tragic, really.
You weren’t exactly living your best life. Between working a soul-crushing job at a dingy bookstore where the air smelled like stale coffee and regret, to dealing with your perpetually broken-down car, to the ever-growing pile of overdue bills haunting your desk, you were barely holding things together.
Not to mention your social life was, for lack of a better word, nonexistent. Your best friend had moved across the country, your last situationship ended with you being ghosted (again), and the only texts you ever got were from your mom asking if you were eating vegetables (you weren’t).
So yeah. The whole “wandering into a cursed antique shop and accidentally summoning a demon” thing? It was honestly just another addition to the pile of why is my life like this?
Your brain short-circuited.
Your heart first stopped, then jump-started into full-blown panic mode as you scrambled backward, nearly tripping over your own feet. Your breath came in rapid, uneven gasps as your fight-or-flight instincts screamed at you, though they failed to provide an actual plan.
The window? Too high. The door? Blocked. Under the bed? Okay, that was stupid. But still an option.
“W-what—” Your voice cracked embarrassingly. “What the fuck? What are you? How did you—? Did I just—?”
The demon—Seungmin, apparently, because you were unlucky enough to summon a demon with an actual name—just gave you a deadpan stare.
“Oh great,” he muttered. “It’s a screamer.”
You pointed a trembling finger at him. “D-don’t move!”
He raised an eyebrow. “Or what? You’ll hyperventilate me to death?”
Your panic skyrocketed. Your brain, being the traitorous mess that it was, had two settings: irrational fear and irrational violence. Since fear wasn’t solving shit, your body defaulted to violence.
You grabbed the nearest object—your bedside lamp—and yeeted it at him.
The lamp stopped mid-air, hovering inches from his face before dropping harmlessly onto your bed. Seungmin barely blinked, turning his unimpressed gaze back to you like you were the world’s dumbest toddler.
“Really?” he deadpanned.
You were breathing like you’d just run a marathon. “S-stay back! I—I’ll—” Your eyes darted around before landing on the next available weapon: a hardcover book. You grabbed it and hurled it at him with all the strength of someone in full panic mode.
With almost insulting ease, Seungmin caught it in one hand, glanced at the title, and let out a scoff.
“Self-Help Guide to Confidence?” He flipped through a few pages before tossing it onto your chair. “Yeah, you definitely need that.”
You barely heard him. Your brain had officially left the chat. Before you could stop yourself, you did something even stupider.
You lunged at him.
Which, to be clear, was a mistake.
The second your hands made contact with his jacket, an invisible force yeeted you backward like you were a particularly annoying housefly. You hit your mattress with enough force to knock the air from your lungs, wheezing as Seungmin barely moved.
He just looked down at you, adjusting his sleeves like he hadn’t just body-slammed you with pure energy.
“Wow,” he mused. “That was embarrassing.”
You groaned, rolling onto your side. “What the fuck?”
“Close,” Seungmin said. “But technically, it’s the Underworld.”
You glared at him, still wheezing.
He sighed like this was giving him an actual migraine. “Are you done?”
No. No, you were not done.
You scrambled upright and lunged for the book, flipping through pages at lightning speed, searching for anything that looked like an “undo” button for summoning a literal demon into your house. Your hands were shaking too much to make sense of the weird symbols.
Seungmin leaned against your desk, arms crossed. “Sure, take your time. It’s not like you just bound a high-ranked demon to yourself with no exit plan or anything.”
“Oh my god,” you muttered. “This is bad. This is so bad.”
Seungmin watched you start pacing, mumbling about exorcisms, holy water, and whether you should just burn your entire house down and start over.
“Okay, okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. “If I summoned you, there has to be a way to send you back. Right?”
Seungmin tilted his head. “Sure. Go ahead.”
You blinked. “Huh?”
He gestured toward the book. “If you know how to summon a demon, then obviously you know how to banish one. Right?”
Silence.
Your stomach dropped.
You flipped through the book even faster, scanning for anything that looked like a “return to sender” spell.
Seungmin sighed. Again.
“Wow,” he said. “It’s almost like you had no idea what you were doing.”
You groaned. “How long are we talking here?”
He grinned. “Depends. How long do humans live these days?”
Your stomach twisted. “Are you telling me you’re bound to me forever?”
“I could kill you,” he offered. “That would break the contract.”
You took a step back. “Pass.”
His smirk widened slightly, like he’d expected that answer. “Figures.”
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Okay, fine. Who even are you?”
Seungmin gave a lazy half-bow. “Kim Seungmin. High-ranked demon, former right-hand to the King of the Underworld, and now—” he gestured around your very human room—“babysitter to a clueless mortal.”
➳ Synopsis: You guys have been fucking like rabbits every single day with him whining and panting against your skin but yet somehow it's never enough. You decide to make a call and find a pretty hybrid for him and luckily there's a hybrid who also needs help!
However things didn't turn out as planned and you end up being the one who's being filled with Seung!puppy's pups instead<333
❥Owner!you who have been helping seung!puppy through every arching moment of his first rut. Letting him use you as a pain reliever whenever he complains about being hurt.
It's been almost three weeks since the first night everything happened, three weeks of seung!puppy burying himself deep inside you. You guys have been fucking like rabbits every single day with him whining and panting against your skin but yet somehow it's never enough.
Seung!puppy still complains about being hurt allll the time, whimpering about the unbearable ache "It's not over, Puppy's rut...it last longer. 'M different owner..."
❥Seung!puppy who would wrap his arms around you from behind, grinding himself on your back as he whines to you again "Pup’s hurting, owner… please help me". His voice is playful lacing with a hint of need as he whispers against your ear.
Owner!you who end up laying on the kitchen counter, legs wide open as he laps his eager tongue at your cunt. Seung!puppy eyes flutter shut as if the taste it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever had and maybe it is.
Seung!puppy plump lips would wrap around your sensitive clit as he sucked on it gently. Only releasing it when you twitch and arch your back at the 3rd orgasm he's giving you, only to then lick a long strike along your folds to collect your essence on his tongue. His tail wagging lazily behind him.
Seung!puppy who lines himself to you and forces his swollen cock in. Even though you have been taking him every day for the past week you still can't accustomed to his size, due to his unnecessary big knot that seems to grow bigger every day.
Seung!puppy's arms on each side of your head as he rams himself into you with sloppy thrust. You have to hold onto the edge of the counter to hold yourself in place or else you'd probably fly across the counter by the force of his thrust.
Seung!puppy head is hung low as he savors the feeling of your gummy walls wrapping around him. His tongue hangs out and he breathes through his mouth. Seung!puppy in between sloppy kisses would tell you how fucking divine you feel.
"Owner feels so good-" or "pup's happy, owner take pup's cock so well--"
❥Seung!puppy with a big smile on his face would murmur words to you, kissing your cheek as you calm down from your orgasm with his knot deep inside you. "Pup's happy because I made owner feel good!"
❥Being well fucked by your own hybrid pup is not bad at all, it's definitely better than other guys that could barely find your clit. But being constantly fucked by your hybrid is becoming a problem. Maybe it's the dog stamina that makes seung!puppy so eager constant.
In the morning before you head out to work, right after you come home, at dinner, in the shower, before bed, whenever he feels like it and honestly, you can barely keep up with him. Your whole body is arching all the time and it's slowly disturbing your daily routine.
❥Owner!you who wonder why his rut never goes away, thinking that maybe that's because you're a human so that's why it doesn't ease his hormones. So owner!you decide to make a call to the hybrid center asking them if there's any pup who's in heat available to help your needy pup. And luckily they do have a puppy in heat who also needs help. Good, now you can finally help your sweet pup to stop hurting all the time!
But little did you know that Seung!puppy's rut was way long gone. After the first week Seung!puppy no longer felt hurt anymore but he needed an excuse, an excuse to be buried deep inside you, an excuse to knot you up, an excuse to fill you up with his pups.
❥Seung!puppy who gets so confused when you lock him up in the bedroom, your soft voice speaking to him from the other side of the door. "It'll be all good Minie, you'll soon no longer feel hurt anymore".
Seung!puppy who couldn't make sense of what you mean until he gets a whiff of something. Another hybrid. A hybrid in heat. Seung!puppy gets what you mean now when you told him he's no longer gonna feel hurt anymore.
Once the female puppy gets a whiff of seung!puppy, she finally crawls out from under the bed. Her eyes lit up as her sight caught the male hybrid a few meters away from her.
The female hybrid's attention was fixated on him and soon with a quick eager step, she drew closer to him. But before she could get any closer Seung!puppy warned out "stay away" his words are sharp as he glances at her.
The female hybrid doesn't seem to get the message, too consumed by her heat to even care. She releases her fragrance, trying to rouse him, to pull him in but it doesn't work. The fragment is so strong that it's suffocating, seung!puppy thinks it fucking stinks.
Seung!puppy snarls, his teeth bare but the female hybrid doesn't seem swayed by his warning. Before Seung!puppy could react, she rushes at him, her wrapping tightly around him in a suffocating embrace.
Seung!pupppy who pushes against her, shoving at her with all the force he could muster "GET. OFF." he screams but the female doesn't budge. Seung!puppy is pissed, really pissed, why can't this stupid hybrid not get what he's saying?
❥It is not until the female presses her palm against seung!puppy's crotch that something inside him snaps. With a violent shove, he sends her sprawling onto the floor with a loud thud.
Stupid, stupid, fucking hybrid.
How dare she touch him? Where does she get the fucking audacity from?
Seung!puppy belongs to his owner. His lips, his hands, his legs, his body, his whole soul belongs to you, his precious owner, only you're allowed to touch him, only you're allowed to love him.
This fucking hybird, he fucking hates her.
Seung!puppy didn't hesitate. His body moves before his mind can catch up and he launches at her with a feral growl, his eyes are filled with pure hate. Seungpuppy opens his mouth wide to only to chomp down onto the female arm. His canines dig so deep into her arms that blood sweeps through the bite.
But Seung!puppy didn't care.
He wants her to suffer.
❥It is not until owner!you hear the poor female hybrid loud wails pierce through the air and you rush through the door and watch the scene unfold before you.
Owner!you who's utterly shocked as you watch your sweet sweet puppy latching onto the trembling hybrid. Blood smeared his lips, dripping down his chin.
Owner!you who were quick to grab seung!puppy by his collar, yanking him away from the poor female that's a crying mess on the floor. You quickly hold the hybrid against you as you take her out of the room.
Before you slam the door shut you yell out at him in frustration.
“BAD PUP!”
Seung!puppy flinches, his ears flattening against his head.
“YOU’RE GETTING OUT OF HAND!”
His breath hitches, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.
“IF YOU DON’T BEHAVE, I’LL SEND YOU BACK TO THE SHELTER!”
…What?
STUPID
STUPID
STUPID HUMAN
Seung!puppy entire body tremble with rage, his hands curls into tight fists, his nails digging into his palm,
How could you do this to him?
How could you bring another hybrid into his space, thinking he would just accept her? That he would touch her, claim her, knot her like some mindless animal?
He doesn't want another hybrid, he had told you that he didn't want anyone, he wanted you and you only, why haven't you realized it yet? Why couldn't you just listen to him?
❥Seung!puppy's frustration boils over inside him. With a sharp tug, he yanks his purple collar, the one that read 'Y/N's Sweet Pup', across the room. The purple collar hit the wall with a sharp clack before falling uselessly to the floor.
But the moment it leaves his hand, the rage suddenly blows out of him and it feels like his heart stopped for a moment.
His collar.
His proof that he belonged to you.
His.
Seung!puppy’s hands tremble as he crawls over to it, the room spinning around him. His fingers curl around the worn fabric, clutching it tight. And then...
He breaks.
He sobs into it, his body curling in on itself as his emotions pour out in ragged, heart-wrenching cries.
He loved you. God, he loved you so much.
He didn’t want anyone else. He didn’t want another hybrid, another scent, another touch. He only wanted you.
But not as his owner, not as his caretaker.
As his mate.
Seung!puppy knows it's wrong. He knows a pet shouldn’t harbor such thoughts, such feelings for their owner. Society would never accept it. It was unnatural, unacceptable.
But he still wishes, but maybe his wish is too grand. Because at the end of the day, he's nothing more than a useless house pet.
❥Seung!puppy who cries and cries until he physically can't anymore, until his throat is dry, until his eyes burn. But no matter how much he sobbed, no matter how desperately he whimpered your name, you never came back.
You must hate him now because he attacked another hybrid. After all, he disobeyed you. But he didn't mean to be bad, he swears he didn't.
Seung!puppy wants to see you, no, he needs to see you. Seung!puppy just wants to get a chance to apologize and then he would behave again, pretending this never happened, pretending that his heart doesn't belong to you and things would go back to normal again. He would be your sweet, obedient pup all over again.
But the silence is cruel and it's suffocating him.
Seung!puppy’s breathing grows erratic, panic clawing up his throat. He needs to do something. He needs you to come back to him. His frantic eyes dart around the room, landing on the delicate vase sitting on your desk. Without thinking, he grabs it and smashes it onto the floor.
And it worked.
The door flew open.
❥Owner!you who rush into the room thinking that Seung!puppy had accidentally hurt himself. Your voice is full of panic as your eyes scan him, searching for any sign of injury "Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Did you hurt yourself anywhere? Did you-"
Seung!puppy who lunges right into your arms as he ugly cries. You're finally back, back to his side, you with hugs that are so warm that he feels so much comfort in. They feel like home and Seung!puppy can finally breath again.
Owner!you who realize that seung!puppy wasn't hurt, it was all his facade so you turn cold again, trying to get him off of you. He needs to learn his lesson!
Oh please owner don't ever leave seung!puppy, he swears he would behave this time, he swears he would do anything you want even if it's to breed another pup. So please don't send him back to the shelter.
"I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll breed her if that’s what you want… Just please, please don’t leave me…"
❥Owner!you who gets angry because what the hell is he saying? Why does he sound like you're forcing him? You're not forcing him, you're trying to help him!
You tell seung!puppy that you're doing this all for him, doing this so he wouldn't feel hurt anymore but why is he still misbehaving, why is he making it much harder for himself but for you also?
Seung!puppy who gets so confused. You're doing this for him? He had thought that you...
No no no this is a huge misunderstanding. He needs to explain, make you understand that he's not hurting at all. He needs to tell you that he was all fine a while ago but how, how is he supposed to tell you that all the excuses he made are only to be close to you because he loves you?
❥Owner!you who gets more pissed when seung!puppy tells you his rut was over weeks ago, but that's the only thing he tells you. "What? Are you trying to tell me that you have been toying with me the whole time when I thought that you were in pain?"
Seungpuppy’s breath hitches.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
That wasn’t what he meant. That wasn’t what he was trying to say at all.
❥Seung!puppy who accidentally blurt out the words he has been holding inside and he immediately froze. His heart pounds so violently he thought it might burst out of his chest. He hadn’t meant to say it, not like this, not when you were already so angry, not when you were looking at him like he was some kind of liar.
"What… did you just say?" You take a step back and your expression is unreadable.
Seung!puppy had fucked up, fucked up real bad this time. This is it, you're gonna send him back to the shelter now.
❥Seung!puppy doesn't even remember how it ended up like this. His mind is too clouded, too overwhelmed to fully comprehend the situation but it doesn't matter because all he can feel is you. Your soft and warm lips pressing against his own. Your hands. the same ones that had been pushing him away moments earlier are now wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer.
Seung!puppy who wags his tail furiously when your fingers thread through his soft locks. His ear twitches when you're scratching gently between his ears and a pleased whimper escapes his lips.
Seung!puppy who presses soft and eager kisses down the curve of your neck as his hand trails along your sides. When his fingers finally hook the waistline of your shorts, he quickly drags them off.
❥Seung!puppy's fingers move slowly against you. His two fingers carefully work from the inside, feeling up the soft material against his fingertips. Your body twists, trying to grind yourself on his fingers but it's no use. He keeps going with his slow movements making you break down into a whiny, squirming mess beneath him.
Owner!you who made seung!puppy cried so much earlier, so now he's going to get his sweet sweet revenge!
When seung!puppy's fingers finally reach the gummy spot inside, he works slowly in circles. A sharp gasp escapes your lips when the intense pleasure hits you. He moves so painfully slow that you can feel the tears start forming.
Owner!you who feel a familiar feeling start to reach its peak even though seung!puppy moves so painfully slow. You clench down on his fingers while they still scissor you with the same speed. It's so close that you can feel it on the tip of your tongue and just a bit more-
"You know owner…" seung!puppy coos as he quickly pulls his fingers out leaving you in a whiny mess at the loss of the orgasm. You were so so so close...
Seung!puppy who examines his slick covered fingers. He could see the two strings of slick connecting his middle and ring finger when he parts them.
"You made puppy so, so, so sad earlier…" Seung!puppy continues before bringing his fingers to his lip. He then let the fingers slip into his mouth, tongue swirling around each finger as he tastes you.
❥Owner!you who begs to seung!puppy through your sobs after countless ruined orgasms. Telling him that he can do whatever he wants if he will let you cum.
Awww his owner is begging so nicely, how can he refuse?
❥Seung!puppy who let the purple leather rest around your throat. Not too loose but too tight to make you feel all dizzy as seung!puppy rams into you from behind. The metal tag leaves clanging noises at all the deep thrust that lunges your body forward.
"You look so good like this owner...or should I call you my little pet"
Little pet who's so shocked. Seung!puppy has never behaved like this before. He's always been your sweet obedient puppy, always so eager to please but now...
And the scariest part?
You don’t mind it.
If anything…
You might even like it.
❥Seung!puppy who tugs harshly on the collar, making you gasp as your body jerks backward, pressing flush against his firm chest. His strong arms snake around your waist, holding you in place as he sets even an faster pace.
"Shhh little pet..." seung!puppy murmurs as you become a moaning mess from the newfound pleasure that comes with the faster pace.
Seung!puppy ears twitch as he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. You don't really smell anything particular, not like other hybrids but it's enough to makes Seung!puppy's pupils dilate. His body burns and he can feel his knot forming.
❥Seung!puppy knows that hybrids and humans can't breed. He knows that no matter how much he knots you, no matter how deeply he fills you, there will never be pups. But he doesn't care.
He'll fucking make it take, even if it doesn't.
With a deep growl that rumbles in his chest, he opens his mouth. His canines glint before he bites down. His fangs sink into your neck, claiming you, marking you as he lets his seeds fill you.
Little pet who rolls your eyes back as the orgasm hits you, your back arching into seung!puppy as his knot stretches you open. His knot feels so so big that it stings but somehow it hurts in a way that gets you drooling and trembling with pleasure.
Seung!puppy's big knot ensures that nothing would go to waste, even if it's only a droplet.
Little pet who feels so full, so full of pups...
Well this turned out to be longer than I thought. At first I just wanted to write a short one but my hand slipped and suddenly I have a 3k fic. Man I'm a sucker for angst so I couldn't stop myself but at least I'm done now.
For the people who are still waiting for "Seungchan - The tape pt.2" I'm sorry I would try to finish it as soon as possible but just I couldn't stop thinking about Seung!puppy so I ended up writing this one instead. It might take some time to be done with it so please excuse me for that.
