Skz World Domination

Masterlist -do not repost, translate, or edit -on hiatus 

[poutyhannie]

do u take requests >.< could i request a cat felix plz?? your writing is sooo good and i think you've only written kinda dom felix

Kitty felix is the reason I’m alive.

Something soft and tickling caresses your cheek softly, lulling you out of your sleep.  Dry sleep makes you blink but the golden sun’s heat wafting through your room indicates you should have woken up earlier also, the wide-eyed boy next, peering down at you.  Felix nudges your cheek again, his ears sweeping over your face as his chest resounds with purring.  “When are you gonna get up, Y/n?”  He whines, pawing at your shirt and burying his face in your shirt.  

Stretching out the stiffness in your body, you sit up, rubbing at Felix’s ears.  He squeezes his eyes shut, bliss spreading over his face as he crawls into your lap, straddling your hips.  Chuckling at his cute antics, you succumb to the lure of more sleep, collapsing back on the bed, pulling Felix down with you.  A bright giggle escapes him and his tail flicks behind him as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

Felix is always clingy and will do anything for more cuddles so this is nothing you’re not used to.  But, he’s getting a bit heavy, resting his entire weight on you.  To signal for him to get off, you tap his butt but Felix just whines, wiggling but not getting off.  That’s when you feel it.  Unashamed, Felix continues to wiggle, as if you don’t know what he’s trying to do.  His hardening length is painfully obvious as it pokes at you and Felix’s breathing is getting heavier.  He breathes into your neck, mouth open and pressing against your sensitive skin as his innocent wiggles turn into wanton grinding.  Reaching down, you stroke up Felix’s thighs, your fingertips slipping under his loose shorts, causing goosebumps to rise on his warm skin.  

Another whine rips from his throat, but it’s high and needy and makes your core ache.  “This early, Lixie?”  You whisper into his blonde, sweet smelling hair, rubbing his butt and thighs.  He mumbles something softly, his cheeks burning against yours.  “You want me to take care of you, baby?”

“Yes, please,” he murmurs, pulling back to gaze at you with shining eyes.

[poutyhannie]

Hun by any chance you know of some link or someone who will be streaming the concert? I'm so fucking poor lol :(

Hey! Sorry for getting back to you too late but i think if you search it up on twitter theres a lot of streams and recordings of the concert

[poutyhannie]

HII~ so I wanted to tell you for the longest time now that I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR BOXER!MINHO FIC it probably is my favourite story ever on tumblr 💗👌🏻 the dynamics between Minho and yn were so so so well written and the progress of their relationship was so sweet, it hit me right in the feels and I literally had butterflies in my stomach njgkn 🤣 and the smut scene obviously as well 👀💦 there is not a single thing I didn't enjoy and yeah... I don't know what else to say except FUCKING GREAT JOB AND BE PROUD OF YOURSELF!!!! 💕💕

DUDE I JUST COME BACK TO TUMBLR AND IM SO HAPPY KAJDKKSNDKS thank you so much for your love for that fic!! 💜💜

[poutyhannie]

Fuck guys..i thought my housemate was asleep... 😳 hopefully they didnt hear me but um.. not to be horny on main but to yall have those ones where your mind goes fuzzy and you cant rlly remember shit? Mhm i dont remember how loud i was

[poutyhannie]

Han Jisung 12:05

“Mommy,” he pleads, his eyes glassy and red, swollen lips quivering, “M-mommy, o-oh god,” Jisung pants, throwing his head back, the expanse of his sweaty neck, littered with your markings of pink and red moving with every harsh swallow of his throat.  “P-please, I’ll be good, please j-just I want it so bad, mommy.  I-I’ll do anything!”

His thighs and arms quiver against their metal restraints and his eyes are squeezed shut, trying to not succumb to the vibrations of the pink silicone cock ring wrapped around the base of his red, throbbing, glistening dick.  The gritting of his teeth do nothing to mask the sensitive sobs and guttural moans he’s letting out while you look down at him coldly.  Though Jisung thrashes against the spreader bar around his ankles as well as the handcuffs on his wrists, the most his desperate convulsions can do is slap his dick on his stomach.  It does nothing for him and you laugh at how pitiful and pathetic he is.

“I should have thought that through before you kept putting your hands on me when I told you not to,” you sneer, slapping his throbbing cock.  Jisung lets out a guttural cry, tears streaming down his face.  The sight makes your chest pang but your core burn.  

“I-I won’t do it again!”  Jisung sobs, his voice raw.  He inhales shakily, blinking harshly around his tears in an attempt to calm his sporadic breathing, “I-I promise, mommy, I won’t e-ever do it again..ahhh, fuck!”  His hair is sweaty when you grip it and there’s a lustful glint in his eyes when you yank his head up to look him.  A heavy sheen of sweat coats his honey skin, stained with his tears and drool.  There’s barely a strip of skin on his body that hasn’t been marked by your teeth and lips.  

“Are you close?”

Jisung’s lips twist harshly into a pout as he tries to hold back another sob, “P-please…”

With a flick of your wrist and dark command, “Cum.”

The boy’s already spent body is launched into convulsions at the aching, almost painful orgasm.  His eyes roll back into his head and his hips buck up into your grip, desperately trying satisfy his ravenous need of satisfaction.  Jisung sobs, his cries racking against his chest.  They gradually dissipate into muffled whimpers as you gently bring him down.  When he’s still blinking, trying to get his senses, you let go of him, moving to undo his restraints.  

“No!  P-please don’t leave me, Y/n,” he murmurs weakly, pawing against his handcuffs.

His voice and words strike a wound in your chest and you press gentle kisses into his worn out body, your hands straying to untie him.  “I’m never gonna leave you, baby boy,” you reassure him, who nods slowly, blinking at you with wide, glassy eyes.  You rub his ankles and wrists slowly, wincing at the red abrasions on his skin, kissing and whispering to him.  A content, serene peace lulls Jisung and he can barely keep his eyes open to watch you love on him.  Still, he does, soaking in all your care and tenderness for him.  “I’m sorry,” he whispers as you make your way up to hold him close to your side.  You both are sweaty, drenched in the smells of lust and passion, but Jisung nuzzles into your breasts, “I-I didn’t mean to make you angry, I just-I just really wanted to-to touch you…”

Smiling softly, you pet Jisung’s hair.  Kissing the tip of his nose, both his squishy cheeks, his sweaty forehead, his bruised jaw, and finally, his swollen lips, “I know.  I know you’re my good boy.”

[poutyhannie]

I would like gangbang with all skz -⬇️

Don’t we all?

warnings: just generally absolutely dirty, anal, fem!reader, boyxboy, cock warming, double penetration, bj, voyeurism, ect...

word count: about 3k (?)

The whimper was stuck in your throat, the tight fullness in your core matching the constriction in your neck.  Changbin’s firm hand was simply resting around the base of your neck while the other hovered over the keyboard.  He pressed the red button that triggered the mic to record and your legs shook from tension as you tried to stay still.  No, it wasn’t his hand on your throat, nor was it from the lazy smirk Jisung gives you from inside the recording booth, it was Changbin’s girth nestled to the hilt inside of you.  It seemingly didn’t affect him, but his throbbing against your walls only increased your own ache.  Changbin leans over to grab his phone on the desk and you jolt, hands shooting out to balance yourself on the desk.  Beside you, Bangchan sighs and stands in front of you, his black hoodie the only thing you can see.  He grabs your chin gingerly, but his grip is tight, your sure it’ll leave a mark.  His eyes are droopy and dark as he murmurs, “That was your last chance, babygirl.”  Burning shame fills your cheeks and your head slumps down when he retracts his hand, pressing the red button again and motioning for Jisung to restart his verse.  

Changbin laughs in delight, grabbing your hips and slamming you against the desk.  His harsh, quick thrusts shouldn’t make you feel this tight, especially after you’ve been cockwarming for so long but all you can do is try to keep away from the millions of nobs and buttons in front of you.  If you could muster strength to lift your neck up, you’d be able to see Jisung’s lustful eyes trained on your figure, ramming into the desk with every one of Changbin’s thrusts.  If you could muster strength to even look to your side, you’d be able to see Chan’s hand palming himself through his shorts.  But, alas, all you could do is moan like a bitch and drool over the desk.  

“F-fuck,” Changbin grunts, hands gripping your waist as the slapping of his hips on yours stings your ass.  You can’t respond with words—the only thing that comes out is a slightly louder, more desperate moan.  Chan laughs, taking your chin once again in his hand and gently turning your face towards him.  He brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it carefully behind your ear.  Some of it falls immediately because of Changbin’s rough movements but Bangchan just smiles down at you, dimples shining.  “You’re such a dirty whore, Y/n.  You come over to our recording session and distract us cause you’re horny.”  Groaning, you protest, shaking your head the best you can in Bangchan’s grip.  He giggles softly, “So pathetic.”  

Changbin growls, grabbing your hair at the root and pulling out quickly, shoving you onto the black leather couch.  His dick is still erect and glistening and with one swift motion, he’s entirely bare, in all his muscly glory.  A sharp ache shoots through your core at the sight of it and Bangchan laughs at your reaction, stripping his own clothes off.  You fumble with your shirt before Changbin just reaches down and rips it apart to push your bra up and massage your boobs.  Bangchan is much more gentle, unzipping your skirt and pulling down your absolutely soiled panties.  In your peripheral, you can see that Jisung’s come out of the recording booth and is now stroking his pink, throbbing length.  But, your attention is immediately drawn away when Bangchan attaches his lips to your clit, his tongue flicking over it quickly.  Changbin’s teeth and hot mouth bite and roll the skin on your breasts and neck and you grip his bicep to ground yourself.  “Oh my god,” you hear Jisung moan, “Y/n you’re so fucking beautiful.”  

The sound of Jisung’s hand, slick over his dick, combined with the sound of Chan slurping at your pussy, with Changbin’s deep growls into your neck has your mind whirling in a haze of lust.  You almost miss the sharp intake of breath as the door swings open.  A sweaty, panting Minho steps in with Felix and Hyunjin on his heels.  Minho’s wearing a sleeveless tee that sticks to the muscled planes of his abdomen with sweat.  After the initial moment of shock, Minho’s face relaxes into a smirk you can only describe as sadistic hunger.  Felix’s face, however turns beet red and he stutters, shooting Hyunjin a confused look.  The taller boy just shrugs, smiling softly as he closes the door behind him.  The resounding sound is both the confirmation of your doom and pleasure.  

“I thought you said you wanted us to record, Chan hyung?”  Minho asks, his voice dark and sickeningly sweet.  Bangchan, unfazed by the trio’s sudden entrance just grunts, nodding against your pussy and you throw your head back, gasping.  Changbin, however, gets up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  

“M-Minho please,” you whisper, your mind not completely sure of what you want, just that you want him.

The dancer smirks, kneeling down to grab your hair.  “Please, what?  Use your words, slut.”

You face burns with embarrassment.  There’s six of them in the room and you can’t take the way Felix stares at Chan ravaging your clit.  “I-I want your dick in my mouth, p-please,” you whisper.  “Just because you asked nicely, kitten,” he responds, beginning to unbuckle his belt.  Minho pumps himself to full, glorious erectness and taps your lips with his tip.  You open up immediately, your mouth filling up with Minho’s length.  Jisung lets out a high pitched moan, furiously moving up and down his length at the sight of you choking on Minho’s dick.  Minho nods at Jisung, snapping his fingers and pointing at the younger boy to come.  Jisung complies, eyebrows furrowed in lust and need, awaiting the older’s instruction.  Instead, Minho grips the back of Jisung’s neck, pulling the boy in to sloppily kiss him.  It’s wet and messy and you’re pretty sure their drool gets on you but you wouldn’t have it any other way.  Minho pulls back, Jisung’s lower lip flicking back from Minho’s teeth and Minho starts pumping the younger rapper, smiling when Jisung moans weakly.  In focusing on breathing through your nose and concentrating on Chan’s tongue now thrusting in and out of your pussy, you can only look over when you hear Felix’s uncharacteristically high pitched moan.  The sight makes you clench.  Changbin now has Felix bent over the recording desk, the older boy spits on his hand, rubbing around Felix’s hole before sliding a single finger in.  Your visions blocked by Minho’s hand on Jisung’s dick but you can make out the fucked out, desperate expression Felix makes.  

“Here,” you hear Chan say, his tongue and mouth now nowhere near your aching core, “You take care of her.”

A slender finger slides into your hot folds; it’s long and gentle.  “Hyunjin,” you moan around Minho’s dick, drool immediately dribbling at the corners of your mouth.  He inserts another finger, curling it slowly and carefully.  His almost lethargic movements contrast that of Minho’s who’s hips are quick and frantic against you.  Chan sits down next to Changbin and Felix, at first, just watching the way Felix’s ass seems to suck in Changbin’s fingers.  Changbin spits on Felix’s ass, thrusting his fingers in and out and curling them to hit the younger boy’s prostate.  Felix cries out, stumbling against the desk, clenching his pretty eyes shut as he hisses between his teeth.  A warm smile spreads across Chan’s face and he reaches out to take the dancer’s pink, erect cock in his hand, rubbing it slowly.  Minho pulls out, turning to Jisung, who’s frantic moans are the loudest in this sex filled room.  “N-no!”  The younger one cries out, “I-I don’t wanna cum yet, hyung!  Not yet p-please!”  Minho only smiles darkly, increasing his speed around Jisung’s cock who shutters in protest, shooting a hand out to grip the Minho’s broad shoulders.   Jisung’s moans get louder and more desperate and he’s bucking into Minho’s hand before shooting out his cum, spilling out over the couch, his stomach, and your face.  You scoop it up, tasting some before sitting up and grabbing Minho’s dick.  Jisung collapses on the couch next to you, panting and shutting his eyes.  Minho just looks down at you, a dark smile on his face as he cocks his eyebrows up at you.  With one hand on the couch to prop yourself up, one stroking Minho’s dick, and Hyunjin stroking inside of you, you’re not surprised when Jeongin’s smiling face walks in.  His bright laugh immediately is cut short, his face falling and turning red.  He stutters, his mind not comprehending the scene before him.  Chan rubbing Felix’s dick while Changbin hits the dancer’s prostate, Jisung panting, his limp dick still covered in cum, your hand moving up and down Minho’s length and Hyunjin’s fingers lazily rammed up into you.  

“I-I um…S-seungmin hyung is c-coming and I…um…I’m gonna…” The youngest stutters, his feet moving backwards even though his eyes are trained on Hyunjin’s fingers, thrusting in and out of your wet, glistening pussy.  

“No, Jeongin,” you moan, beckoning him closer.  His eyes are wide, snapping from your pussy to your face to Chan who just shrugs, preoccupied with a moaning Felix.  “C’mere, baby, I wanna ride your dick.”  With that, Jeongin steps inside, Seungmin appearing at his shoulder.  Seungmin isn’t too fazed, not as caught off guard as Jeongin but not as confident as Minho.  After surveying the room for a moment, lingering at the sight of Changbin fingering Felix’s ass, he pulls up a chair next to Hyunjin, staring at your pussy.  Jeongin waddles closer to you, twisting his fingers and blushing furiously.  Minho pulls back, moving to stand in front of Jisung who sits up eagerly, opening his mouth for Minho to ram his dick into.  The younger boy chokes at first, not being able to take all of Minho’s beautiful length but with earnest eyes, slowly lets Minho sink deeper into his hot wetness.  

Hyunjin pulls his fingers out, admiring the way your essence glistens on his fingers.  He spreads his fingers apart, the milky liquid dripping slowly in strings of white.  Silently, Seungmin grabs Hyunjin’s fingers and begins sucking on them, staring Hyunjin straight in the eyes.  Hyunjin moans softly, leaning back on to the couch.  You sit Jeongin down on the couch, its leather being much too hot for you.  Quickly, you rid him of his yellow fluffy hoodie and coarse blue jeans and he’s left in his boxers which do nothing to hide his already raging erection.  He lays down, on eye level with Jisung, who’s kneeling and sucking loudly on Minho.  You pull his boxers down and his erection slaps against his stomach.  The boy winces but you rub him slowly, entranced as beads of precum dribble out of his tip.  Slowly, you lower yourself onto his length, moaning at the distinctly different feeling of Jeongin’s dick.  Under you, he grunts loudly, hands going to rest on your hips as you start bouncing on him.

“Door’s locked, right, Seungmin?” Chan asks as he beckons Felix closer to his high.  Changbin now has eased his dick up Felix’s ass to the hilt and is shallowly thrusting into the boy whose whimpers fill the humid room.  Seungmin moans a ‘yes’ around Hyunjin’s lips and returns to stroking the dancer’s long blonde hair.  

The stretch of Jeongin’s cock inside you has the room whirling around you and you reach down to dig your nails into his broad, heaving shoulders.  His breathing is labored, the planes of his toned stomach rippling with every roll of your hips.  You look up to meet the hooded eyes of Minho.  He’s digging his teeth into his red lips and burying his veiny fingers into Jisung’s sweaty hair, encouraging the boy to take his cock with every harsh thrust of his glorious hips.  Beside him, Felix cries out, convulsing over the desk as streams of his hot cum shoot over the equipment but Chan doesn’t seem to care, leaning back on the chair lazily as he grins at Felix.  Changbin pulls out of the younger boy, gasping as his own white cum spills out of Felix in sparkly dribbles.  Felix whimpers, his eyes clouded and face pink from his orgasm, as he clumsily kneels down before Chan, gingerly taking Chan’s girth into his hand and spreading precum over it with his palm.  

A pair of hands grip your waist, nudging you over so that your chest is flushed against Jeongin’s.  He looks down and moans at the sight of your boobs squished against himself.   “Can you take it, princess?”  Seungmin murmurs from behind you, mostly to himself.  You moan, slowing your movements on Jeongin so that Seungmin can stick his lubricated finger up your ass.  The tight, unfamiliar feeling has you clenching around Jeongin but Seungmin doesn’t let up, rhythmically thrusting two fingers into to you.  Hyunjin crawls around Minho, who’s head is thrown back, violently approaching his high, thanks to Jisung’s warm mouth and pitiful whimpers.  The blonde dancer tilts his head at you, an amused, foggy expression on his beautiful face as his sticky fingers caress your face.  Darkness overcomes his face, however, and he stands, his pink, throbbing cock in your face.  You stick your tongue out immediately, licking his member; Hyunjin groans, sliding into your mouth.  The proximity of his bandmate’s cock next to his face would have made Jeongin recoil in any other situation, but instead, Jeongin can’t seem to take his eyes off of it.  Seungmin retracts his fingers from your ass, situating himself, spitting on his cock, and sliding it into you.  Jeongin lets out a gasp, choking out, “S-seungmin h-hyung…ahh!  I can f-feel it.”

You and Seungmin set a steady pace so that you’re never left empty and Jeongin’s weak moans turn into loud groans as he announces his orgasm.  Tapping Seungmin to move, you pull off Hyunjin’s cock with a pop and get off Jeongin, quickly replacing your wet heat with your hand, beckoning the youngest to his high.  With a cry of your name, Jeongin’s muscular body convulses, streams of white cum coating his abs and your hand.  Chan watches silently, his eyebrows furrowed from Felix’s frantic pace.  The eldest lets out dark groans, spurring the dancer on and soon, he thrusts up into Felix’s mouth.  There’s glistening white at the corners of Felix’s lips.  

Hyunjin watches intently at the edge of the couch, his erect cock alluring.  You rub it before lowering yourself onto him, bending over to give Seungmin access to your ass.  He immediately starts thrusting into you as you bounce on Hyunjin’s cock.  The rest of the sounds in the room have subsided and you can feel the eyes of all the boys on the three of you.  It has you clenching around Hyunjin, who throws his head back, arching his back off the couch.  Chan shuffles something and you realize he’s recording the audio.  It burns your core but you tug on Hyunjin’s hair, encouraging his pretty sounds.  Seungmin grips your waist tighter, his thrusts growing frantic as the sound of slapping skin gets taken in by Chan’s mic.  Moaning in your ear, Seungmin releases over your back, collapsing next to Jeongin.  Hyunjin grins lazily at you through his cloudy pleasure, turning you both over so he can ram into you.  His moaning tickles your ear and you tilt your head to let Hyunjin press hot, messy kisses to your sweaty neck.  With his long, nimble fingers, Hyunjin starts rubbing your sensitive clit, tightening the coil in your stomach.  “Look at them,” Hyunjin whispers to you, marking your neck.  Chan smirks, his dimples deep as he holds the mic.  Beside him, Felix sits on the floor, resting his head on Chan’s thigh, gazing at you with glossy eyes.  Changbin leans back on the chair, panting and Minho is stroking Jisung’s hair gently.  Seungmin’s chest heaves as leans on Jeongin, who can barely keep his eyes open.  But they’re trained on you, more specifically, your pussy and how Hyunjin’s cock pistons in and out of you.  

Hot, white, electric pleasure hurls you into convulsions and you clench impossibly tight around Hyunjin’s cock as he shoots into you with a loud moan you can’t even hear over the sound of your own pleasure.  The force of your high has your toes curling, your fingers pulling at Hyunjin’s hair, and your eyes rolling back into your head as Hyunjin prolongs your glorious high.  Collective moans and groans are sucked in by Chan’s mic and Hyunjin pulls out of you with a gasp.

For a stretching moment, the room is just filled with the heavy breathing of eight men and yourself until you gasp, “We need to do that again.”

[poutyhannie]

💜anon here!! I rlly like ur vibes and i literally love all ur fics too. Could u write maybe a couple sentences of what felix would be like when hes doing games but u want his attention??

Hey!! Youre so cuteee

Felix’s glassy eyes are trained on the monitor, his cheeks squished in his huge headset, the mic hovering near his pink lips. “Felix?” You ask, toying with his hoodie strings. Though you’re literally perched on the aussie’s lap, he doesn’t react to you in the slightest. Sighing, you drop your hands to stroke against his stomach, slowly traveling down to play with his happy trail. For all your work, all felix does is blink and maybe swallow. So, you start stroking him through the soft material of his shorts. His voice cracks, “W-What are you doing?” You ignore him, now grining your hips down onto his hardening dick. To your joy, felix takes off his headphones, pausing the game and kissing you softly, playing with your hair. You smile against his lips at his growing problem poking angrily at you.

[poutyhannie]

Hellooo ive been reading your fics for a while now and i wanted to become one of your anons ?? Could i be 💜 anon?? Thank youuu

Yeah ofc!! Its really funny bc 💜 is one of my most used emojis 🥺🥺 thank you for liking my fics!!

[poutyhannie]

prompt: “If you can’t sleep, can we have sex?”

warnings: smut, fluff,  unprotected sex, boyfriend!bangchan, student fem!reader

word count: +1.5k

The harsh blue light of your computer screen bores into the back of your skull.  You’ve been staring at it for what?  Five hours?  The dark sky and kink in your neck indicate that this assignment has you stressing out for longer than that.  Letting out a loud groan, you stretch, returning from the zoned-out trance of school work to life.  Chan had come home a little bit ago, you realize, though in your focused space, you think you only gave him a glance and maybe a nod.  It dragged you both down—being busy—but it’s not like you could control it.  It was both of your faults for doing too much and biting off more than you could chew and something had to be sacrificed for your ambitions.  

Chan is laying on his stomach when you enter your shared room, fiddling on his phone.  A black beanie is tugged down to his eyes and his arms are bare in his sleeveless top.  Maybe it’s because of the absolute absence of him that you’ve been enduring or the lack of sleep but an excited wave of electricity washes over you when you see him.  He cranes his neck up at you, eyes wide and lips smiling, giving you a small wave.  He always does that.  When he’s waving, he spreads his fingers apart and gives a short, quick shake.  It’s adorable.   

When you walk over and collapse on Chan’s back he giggles, maneuvering onto his back while still keeping you on top of him.  Burying your face in his black shirt you let out a muffled, frustrated scream to which he laughs at.  “Not funny,” you mumble, finding it hard to breathe when your nose is stuffed in his shirt.  His hours of work in the gym is clear as you press your cheek to his abdomen, trying to not be too obvious.  Though you’re sure he knows what you’re doing, Chan just pats your head, running his long, pretty fingers through your hair.  “How are you doing, Y/n?”

After a pause to gather your thoughts an asses how you have been, you answer, “My classes have been so chaotic, I can’t understand anything, the schedule is so confusing because its online, and even though I’m always tired, I can’t sleep at nights.”

At your words, concern furrow’s Channie’s eyebrows and he plops his head down onto the sheets, still stroking your head.  “Yeah, that’s understandable.  I mean, of course getting used to this whole online education will be super confusing at first.  It’s like that for everyone so you’re not alone in that,” he tells you, his voice soft, “but I know how diligent you are and I know you’ll figure it out.”

You let out another groan before crawling up to nuzzle his neck, “Why do you always know exactly what to say?”  His scent fills your nose.  It’s warmth.  It’s comfort.  It’s home.  It’s Chan.

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[poutyhannie]

Happy birthday to the best boy ever. Here’s my favorite fic of him 💜💜

[poutyhannie]

What happened to jisungiecheekie? Whenever I go on your masterlist and click the hyperlinks it just shows a blank screen with words like “eh?” Ooffff, and when I press the account it just says “never heard of em” :// did they block me?

Oh no! Thank you for tell me. I was jisungcheekie but i changed my username to poutyhannie and i guess the links stopped working. Ill fix it soon!

[poutyhannie]

Holy shit your feedback, I'm sobbing. Thank you so fucking much, that kind of review is everything. You did not have to do that but you've made my day. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 😖🥺🙏❤

Im just like ?? THIS IS FREE?? THIS MASTERPIECE. THIS BEAUTIFUL ART!! You inspire me so much!!

[mikoto-ica-fics-deactivated2021]

We love you…

WORD COUNT: 8.8k

WARNINGS: Final part, conclusion, strong language, so much angst, confessions, feelings of heartache and pain, mild injury detail and mentions of illness recovery, explicit smut, oral, edging, teasing, body praise and worship, balls of fluff

DESCRIPTION: Part IX of Unmatched, sequel to the Unrequited series. (Strongly advise reading that first if you haven’t already, the sequel is a direct continuation. Link here). Set several months after the events of Unrequited, you are now married and settled with the man you thought you’d never have. Yet when old secrets and bad habits resurface, things are not as entirely harmonious as they seem.

PAIRINGS: Self-insert, female reader x Lee Know

The days that followed the incident in the club, had been nothing short of torturous. Minho’s own form of personal hell.

While her hospital recovery had been only a few days, Minho had never felt such tangible tension. By some miracle she’d regained consciousness relatively quickly, but on advice from the doctors, had been kept in for observation for fear her condition would worsen. True to form, she’d soon lost patience with that, opting to discharge herself several days before she was due to be released on her own insistence that she was fine.

“I can’t breathe in here Minho,” she’d muttered, desperate to leave the medical apparatus and faceless doctors behind her.

How could he have refused her, after everything?

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The passion these characters have and their heartbreak, their motivation, their love was beautifully expressed. I cant say how utterly heartbreaking this work of art is yet at the end im smiling like an idiot because im satisfied and my chest is warm because of the dedication these characters have for one another. From the begining when Minho was scared of not being enough, even though she said he was, fucking up even though she is his everything, to the minho at the conclusion, who, through her forgiveness and dedication, accepts both of their faults and vows to celebrate their irrevocable love!! Ive cried bc of this fic. Ive laughed and my heart has been full. Mica, youve dragged the reader through the dirt and mud of the consequences of toxic love and its consequences and uplifted the reader through redemtion. Ive never read anything that made me empathize and feel to this extent. Thank you💜💜

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Bangchan 1:28

The studio table digs into your thighs, probably leaving bruises for tomorrow as Bangchan rams into you from behind. His hand is gripping the same table you’re bent over and the other hand is squeezing the sides of your throat.

Lewd sounds of wetness and skin slapping fills the studio, paired with Chan’s grunts and your unceasing moans. Chan leans over so his chest is pressed against your hot back so growl on your ear. His lips send shivers down your spine despite the almost unbearable heat in the studio. “My little whore r-really couldn’t wait for me to get back, huh. You just had to s-stick your pretty fingers into your tight pussy—” Chan lets out a deep, throaty moan when you clench at his words. “F-fuck, you dirty slut. Were you clenching like this with your tiny little f-fingers? Huh? You couldn’t w-wait for my cock, could you?”

“N-no,” you moan, drool leaking out of your mouth as you barely comprehend his words. Chan in the studio, with his tongue poking out of his lips with his eyebrows furrowed in concentrations is without a doubt when Chan is his hottest and could you be blamed for thinking that? When he’d left with a promise to be back in a bit, you couldn’t help yourself. You crawled into Chan’s chair and pulled down your soiled panties. Chan had caught you in the act, head thrown back as you tried to imagine that your insufficient fingers were Chan’s thick, aching, red cock.

A harsh slap stings your ass and you whimper, your high getting closer with every violent snap of Chan’s hips. “No what, babygirl?” Chan growls, tightening his grip around your throat. With pressure and lack of blood coupled with Chan’s rough thrusts, you don’t know how, but you mumble out, “N-no, sir. I-I couldn’t wait f-for--fuck!!”

A dark chuckle from Chan as his long, pretty fingers begin to roughly massage your clit. “Is my cock good enough for you, slut? Is this what you wanted?”

All you can do is moan in agreement and Chan laughs again, pulling your hair back with a tender carefulness that is a stark contrast to his harsh hips. His plush pretty lips press hot wet kisses to your face and neck and he hisses when you clench against him again. “F-fucking shit!” You exclaim, turning your head towards Chan’s and welcoming his hungry kisses.

“Yeah, baby girl. Keep moaning like that.” Chan releases your throat, yanking a microphone to your mouth and clicking record. Embarrassed even in your haze, you bite your lips, holding back your moans.

Chan growls, stuffing his fingers in your mouth and prying your lips apart before you can even start sucking on him. “I said moan for me, you slut. Are you embarrassed now? You didn’t want someone walking in on you fingering your pussy? What if that were Minho, huh?”

The input feedback on the mic spikes with your moan at Chan’s suggestion, imaging what it’d be like to suck on Minho’s cock as Chan takes you from behind just like this. “Fu-fucking whore,” Chan chokes out, “My cock isn’t good enough for you, you want Minho’s too? Mngh—your my dirty little slut aren’t you? W-what would Minho do if he walked in on us? If he saw you all fuck out like this?”

Thats all it takes for electric, white pleasure to rip through you, clenching around Chan’s cock as you scream into the mic, choking and moaning. Chan releases into you, hot, white cum coating your walls and leaking onto your thighs as he slows down his hips. Chan kneels down, slurping from your oversensitive pussy as you whimper in a haze. His tongue drags across your ass as he collects a mixture of both of your cum.

You can only open your eyes after Chan sets you down on his chair, pulling up your panties and kissing your forehead. “You okay, baby girl? Was that too much?”

Weakly, you shake your head, smiling sleepily at Chan. “That was fucking amazing, Chan.” He beams, dimples deep and adorable, even as his expression turns coy. “Then you wouldn’t mind me calling Minho next time?” Your core clenches at the idea, even after such an intense orgasm and you nod your head, “I’d love it.”

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Today i offer this

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Chans hand from a recent tiktok.

Can you imagine him squeezing your throat (safely) as he rams into you from behind and all you can do it grip onto the studio table and try not to break your spine in half? No? Just me? Ok

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word count: +4k 

warnings: fluff, angst, smut, college!fem reader, college!felix, romantic fantasy

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You gaze down at the materializing letters stretching across your palm till your elbow. It was a mixture of Korean and English. The Korean characters were few and far in between but were delicate and even while the English letters were long, messy, and leaned to the right.

I’ll need to turn in Prof Behl’s assignment when I go to class and then explain why I can’t go to the museum research trip.

Did I use all my meal swipes? Chris said he wanted to workout at 3…

These notes would often appear on your right arm, sometimes remaining like a tattoo for weeks or fading before you could even read it fully. These were the thoughts of a person whose soul matched your own. He was a college student who is majoring in English with focus on things like creative writing and poetry and you’ve gathered that ‘Chris’ was his roommate.

For as flowery his major was, the boy’s thoughts were surprisingly plain and boring. However, you were thankful for it. Your friend often had dark circles under her eyes. Her connection with her soul partner was being awake at the same time and you were sure her soul’s partner lived on the other side of the world with the opposite time zone. To be honest, you gleaned almost nothing from the notes. The boy probably didn’t know that his thoughts were being recorded on your arm, which you always kept covered with a sleeve. Neither did you know what connection he had with you. Did he feel the emotions you did? Were his dreams your memories? You’ve laid to waste these meaningless thoughts to focus on your life more, not his. There was little reason to go searching him out; if you truly were tied together by souls, fate could do the heavy lifting for you two.

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HAPPY FELIX DAYY TO OUR ONE AND ONLY BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINEEE

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Here a glimpse of my mind the past day or so.