I've been writing since the age of thirteen, I used to write on Wattpad.
If I'm being completely honest I don't really listen to other KPop groups just because I personally don't like the typical sound KPop has. I like that Stray Kids has its own different and very unique sound. I listen to the Bands Arctic Monkeys, The Neighbourhood, Chase Atlantic, and Artists like The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey, and Kali Uchis.
If you think there's a band or artist that I will like whether it's Kpop or not don't hesitate to recommend them to me, I love to listen to recommended artists and broaden my music taste.
However, I don't like to Country at all. again it's a preference.
I am a Latina I go by she/ her, I'm a Leo
My requests are open whenever you want.
My Bias line is Hyunjin, Lee Know, and Seungmin but honestly they all Bias wreck me.
I am a full-time college student and I also work so my posts will be uploaded LATE
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Hola Mi Amorsito there was some other fics I was working on. Key word WAS. I was running out of space in my Google Docs where I write all my fics and in an attempt to get more space I proceeded to delete some old works. But doing this at five in the morning with no sleep I managed to delete ALL of my writings, I had over a dozen fics in process some ready to post. I tried my best to restore the deleted fics but to no avail. I haven't been doing well mentally and that was just the cherry on top. I have been working on some request but that's pretty much it. I've lost inspo and have just been depending on requests so continue requesting as much as you want.
Warnings: Sexual behavior (MDNI), Perverted behavior (obviously), panty stealing, up the skirt pics, one-sided masturbation, meandom!Seungmin (oops)
Chris :
Chris likes to consider himself a gentleman. He's respectful, responsible, kind to women and men alike - treats everyone with polite gestures -
But he really can't hold himself back when you wear that little pink dress that hugs your ass so right.
He swears he'll delete them later but he never does, taking quick pictures up the skirt of your dress when he stands behind you in the elevator.
You know why he never deletes them? Because he uses them as soon as he gets home - sometimes in the company bathroom if he really can't wait that long. Tugging his cock and whimpering as he bites down on the fabric of his shirt, staring through lidded eyes at the picture of your lacy black panties.
God, he's obsessed.
Minho :
He's going to have you sitting in his lap as often as possible. You're one of his best friends - who started as a backup dancer for the group - and he knows nobody finds it too suspicious that he has you in his lap often.
The worst they can think is that he's romantically interested in you - which, maybe he is.
But he really just wants you there so he can feel the way your ass pushes down against his cock in his sweats. He's in love with the feeling and if you move just right his head will roll back and his eyes will roll with them, slipping shut at the pushing right up against his length.
After he figures out just how much he likes having you in his lap, he'll keep his hands on your hips often as well. Even when just standing next to you - maybe one occasion letting his hand drag over your ass on 'accident.'
Changbin :
There's little shame on his part.
He loves to stare at your tits.
He starts inviting you to the gym just so he can see how they bulge in your sports bra and push at the seams, the soft skin bubbling and making him want to touch so badly. And maybe he does on occasion, letting his hands brush the underside of your chest while you're doing box squats.
He swears he's just helping you with your form - you need to arch your back a little more. Push your chest into his waiting hands. Please. For him?
Hyunjin :
He's very sly with it.
He's so, so very sly with the way he steals your panties.
That precious white pair with the cherries on them were the first he knew he needed to have, shoving them into his pocket after you'd gone to the bathroom and given him at least three minutes of free time to roam around your room.
The lace pair he saw a peek of when you sat down at a party once were next.
And he won't return them. Not when they're covered in his cum and he'd feel dirty giving them back to you that way.
And washing them would get rid of your scent. So... He'll just keep them.
Jisung :
He's the only member who's a bit shy about his actions.
He feels wrong about it but he needs it so badly.
He just loves your hands so much. Touch him a little more, yeah?
He'll do things like sit too close so your hands will brush his thigh when you talk and move them around - or stand up abruptly beside you so that your hand will bump his hips.
Or he'll just straight up hold your hands whenever he can, refusing to let go until they're down near his hips and your knuckles brush his zipper as he drops his hold on you. It's always subtle - but definitely there.
Oh, and of course later he'll picture your pretty hands jerking him off instead of his own. He's embarrassed about it but he'll look at photos he's got of you two together as well - zooming in on your rings and bracelets to better picture how you'd look between his thighs and holding onto him.
Felix :
The most cocky mf.
He's the type to rest his hand on your thigh as much as he possibly can. At first it's gentle rubbing of his thumb or a brush of his knuckles here and there,
But then it's him squeezing the supple skin under his ringed fingers as he chats with you or others. His actions are all but second nature now, but he's definitely chubbing up in his jeans just at the feeling of your thighs under his palms.
If he's feeling real bold (or a little tipsy), he'll slap your thighs or maybe - if you're really lucky - bite them to leave little teeth marks.
He'd do anything to have them pressed around his head while he eats you out, but he knows right now it's only a dream. So instead he'll just keep his subtle touches and rubs going until that day comes.
Seungmin :
So sly about it but also extremely bold and straightforward.
He passes it off as playful fighting.
The type to slap - Yes, I said slap. - your tits and ass whenever you pass by him or are bugging him. He's use to you slapping his arms or chest and laughing in annoyance at his antics, so he thought he could get away with doing the same to you. And he was right.
It's perceived as play fighting and just two best friends fucking around with each other - but he's secretly getting so hard it hurts in his jeans at the way your tits and ass jiggle when he hits them.
On a couple occasions he's taken sneaky videos of him slapping your ass while you walk together so he had it for later use.
And of course there were the few select times he full on spanked you while the two of you were bickering.
Jeongin :
Shy about it - but if he's all dressed up or just performed or the likes - he's a looooot more bold.
Jeongin won't admit it out loud, but he likes your lips. A lot.
He has so many pictures of the two of you together just because he loves the way you purse your lips all cute-like.
And he's grown a habit of touching them, too. Wiping sauce off of them when you eat meals together, brushing off crumbs or even just shushing you with his index against your bottom lip so you hush up all pretty. (And he loves seeing you obey.)
And he'll never forget the time he was drinking with you and when he shushed you, you took his finger into your mouth to suck over it. He'll cherish that memory forever - the way his cock tented in his sweats and he had to go to the restroom to jerk off so hard it hurt. He's never come so fast in his life.
❣ Summary: In which Chris gives you a personally made pearl necklace. ❣
❣ Word Count: 1.2k
❣ Warnings: Smut, no plot, blowjob, cum play ❣
❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Baby, Channie, Lover Boy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Pretty, Princess, unedited, ive been so busy with life and stuck in a writing rut so please take this as an unnecessary apology
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist
“Baby…”
Your dramatic drawl came with the equally dramatic act of draping yourself over Chris’s body, effectively gaining his attention from whatever video he was watching on his phone as he happily welcomed your weight sinking him further into the couch.
“Can I ask you something?”
He laughed, tilting his head, “I’d be surprised if you did all that with the intention of not trying to get my attention - what’s up, baby?”
“Can you give me a pearl necklace?”
The twinkle in your eyes did nothing to explain away your sudden request - you weren’t the type to usually wear accessories as it was already, so the desire for a pearl necklace out of any other form of jewelry had him raising an eyebrow.
“Pearls? Like, pearl beads? I mean…” Glancing at his phone, he swiped at the screen to pull up Google, “We can look up some places that sell them if you really want it, I think I can find a few stores that-”
Your hand swiftly slipped his phone from his hold before locking it and stashing it near the couch pillow underneath his head, dismissing his growing confusion with a charming smile.
“Actually, I was thinking that we could make it together.”
“Oh?”
Do-it-yourself, of course - he loved when you had little projects you wanted to include him in, even if the outcome sometimes didn’t go to plan, it was the quality time that mattered the most.
“Sure, I’m down for that,” he sat up while you rose to sit in his lap properly, his hands resting on your bare thighs, “did you buy the stuff already? Do we need to go shopping?”
You shook your head, pink tongue peeking out to wet your lips, “Nope, everything we’d need is right here.”
A devilish swivel of your hips, loose pajama shorts almost becoming an invisible barrier against his worn basketball shorts, and his confusion spiked up once again.
“Pretty, what- Wait a second-” Hands gripping the width of your hips, he tried to will away the near instant reaction his body always had when it came to you, “What’s going on? I thought you wanted to make a necklace-”
“I do.”
Normally, your nod of agreement would’ve been enough to clear the air, but when you pulled your oversized t-shirt up and off of your body, the layers only deepened.
“So why are you taking off your clothes? Not- Not that I’m complaining, I just…” His train of thought began to trail off with the drifting of his eyes down your neck, following the contours of your collarbones to the swells of your chest he’d been acquainted with time and time again. “Are we actually making a necklace here or…?”
“We are,” leaning forward, you placed a featherlight kiss to his pouty lips, “we just need to do a few extra steps first.”
Chris designed a few pieces of jewelry in his lifetime, and though he wouldn’t say he’s an expert when it came to the actual crafting of the pieces, he’d be inclined to assume that the process of making a necklace didn’t involve his girlfriend on her knees, giving him the best head of his life - granted, he always considered everything she did for him as the best in his life, but his point still stood.
“Fuck… Just like that, baby- Oh, god-” His head fell against the back of the couch, a shiver running down his spine when he felt the tip press against the back of your throat again. “‘S so good, baby - you’re so fucking good, pretty girl.”
You hummed around his length, hollowing your cheeks as you slowly pulled off of him with a wet pop - lips glistening in a mixture of saliva and precum that put any form of lipgloss to shame.
“Just ‘good’, Channie?” Voice laced with teasing allure, you held the base of his cock as you laved your tongue along one of his balls, sucking at the skin and smirking at the kick of his leg in response.
He choked on a moan, one hand gripping the edge of the couch cushion while the other ran through his hair “Baby, please - I can’t- fuck- can’t really think while you’re doing this!”
Giving his other ball the similar treatment, you littered open mouthed kisses along the underside of his cock, “Mm… Can you look at me then, lover boy?”
To be honest, he wasn’t even sure when he had closed his eyes to begin with, but lifting his head and directing his full attention to you made him realize why keeping them closed was working in his favor.
Hypnotizing sultry gaze behind lidded eyes, your lips resting perfectly against his shaft as your hand gripped the base of his dick with practiced perfection - if he even dared to look any further then he’d see the utterly filthy line of saliva coating your chin, or the way your free hand was making itself busy between your legs.
The twitch of his dick was all you needed to feel to know that you had him right where you wanted him, a satisfied smile curving the corners of your lips as you pumped your fist.
“Ready to make that necklace for me?”
His breath hitched, lips parting to let out a shivering moan as he frantically nodded, “Y-Yeah- Shit, yeah - gonna make you look so pretty, princess.”
Your eyes sparkled, a giddy expression almost overtaking the utter lust exuding from you as you doubled your efforts with your hand - the wet, slick sound floating through the air while you jerked him off.
Chris fought the roll of his eyes as he focused on your goal-driven face, bucking into the drag of your palm as if he were truly fucking you, until the pressure in his abdomen became too much to bear.
“I’m gonna come, baby- Oh, god, yes- Y-Yeah, yeah-” His hand flew from the couch and wrapped around your own, angling his dick toward your chest with panted breaths, “I-I’m coming - I’m coming, f-fuck-”
The first splatter of cum landed directly on your neck, dripping its way toward your clavicle and between your breasts. Tilting your head back just a bit, you felt the warmth of his cum land around the curve of your neck, painting a shaky line of white against your skin with each shivering pass of your combined hands.
He let out a strained grunt as the last few drops dotted your cleavage, using your hand to thoroughly milk himself of the final remains before effectively melting into the couch with a worn sigh.
“So…” Giggling, you dropped your chin to get a better look at your exhausted boyfriend, “How do I look?”
Looking down, he noted the way his release seemed to follow the downward curve before either spilling down your collarbones or further filling out the line down your clavicle, adding a sort of teardrop design to your necklace.
“Honestly?” A breathless giggle escaped him as he reached his non-soiled hand out toward his phone, “How about I take a picture to show you, then we can work on adding some accessories to go with it.”
Safe to say, this wouldn’t be the last pearl necklace you’d receive from him.
Summary: During a late night at the studio, things get heated, will the rest of the members find out.
A/N: I read through it but there could be a couple of things I missed
Afab!reader, Profanity, Pet names, Raw Sex, Public sex, Cunnilingus
It was late, you were starting to doze off. You were hoping that Chan meant it when he said five minutes. He had already told both Han and Changbin to go back to the dorm, it was extremely late. Even for them. “Channie how much longer” You whined failing to hold your head in your hands. He had practiced his part of the song so many times you couldn’t keep track. “Alright… I’m ready to record now” he nodded with a smile. “How long is that gonna take” You groaned pushing the red button to connect you to the sound booth. “About ten minutes… then we can go home” “Promise?” “No” “Ugh” You placed your head on the table trying to gather the strength. “Okay to record press the green button on the board”.You lifted your head looking at the board in front of you. What Chris failed to mention was just how many green buttons there were on this board. “This one?” “No the one on the top” “This one?” “To the left” “This one?” “Okay down one” “This one?” “Yup that's the one baby” He smiled sending you a thumbs up. How could you stay mad at him, he was just so cute.
“Cut” You pressed the blue button to stop the recording. “Scrap it” he waved off, running his hands over his face. You turned to the computer, taking the clip he just recorded and deleting it. He was frustrated, and rightfully so, this just wasn’t working the way he wanted it to. It was nothing you were doing, but him. He couldn’t hit the note like he thought he could. He was coming in too late and cutting off too early. “Honey you’re tired we should get you to bed” You yawned taking a sip of the energy drink you were sharing with Chan. It wasn’t doing its job, because with every sip you were feeling more and more tired. “I know” he groaned throwing his head back” “Let me try one more time” He groaned rubbing his face awake. You pressed the record button then pressed the voice button. “You want more monster?” “Yeah let me see if it’ll work” You nodded, grabbing the can and walking over to the booth. You opened the door and handed it to Chan. He reached, but not for the beverage. He took your wrist pulling you closer. Planting a kiss on your lips. “Chris” You gasped, you almost dropped the drink. The last time someone spilled anything in the booth you didn’t hear the end of it from-. “Let's put this down… before we get yelled at by Seungmin again” He whispered, taking the can from your hand and placing it on the side table that was in the booth. He turned back to you, placing a hand on your waist and pushing you against the wall. His plush lips placing butterfly kisses on your jawline, and down to your neck.
“Chris… what if someone hears us” “It’s soundproof baby… we could be as loud as we want” He smirked kneeling in front of you. Maybe it was the tiredness talking but you really wanted to test that theory. “What if someone see’s us” “Its four in the morning honey… who in their right minds is going to be here at this time” He was right. You really couldn’t be as loud as you wanted to in your daily lives. No with the boys constantly at the dorm, and your elderly neighbors complaining about everything you did back in your apartment. He pulled both your sweatpants and underwear down slowly. Taking them completely off and helping your leg onto his shoulder. Oh were you excited for him to hear just how good he made you feel. He kissed up your thigh closer and closer to you sopping pussy. How could you not be horny. Producer Chan was your weakness. You loved the way he spoke when he was in producer mode. So professional, so concentrated, so hot. He placed a single kiss on your clit before he began to suck and swirl his tongue around it.
“Oh my-” You moaned, grabbing his hair. Hearing your filthy moans turning him on quicker than anything. He’s been wanting to hear you so badly lately, already getting a little taste after one evening that he got the dorm for himself. He wanted more, he needed more. "That noise...keep making it." He encouraged bringing his fingers to your entrance not wasting any time to sink them into you. “Oh fuck” You moaned loudly throwing your head back against the soundproof wall. “Fuck CHRIS”. You only ever called him Chris on two separate occasions one, when you were angry with him or wanted him to understand how serious you were about a situation. Two, when you both were having sex and he was making you feel really good. You call him Chan and Channie, all day it wasn’t anything special anymore. Someone could say it could be confusing for him when you do it, but it wasn’t because it was all in the way you said it. One way you would say it in a stern serious voice in the other- “Chris” You moaned loudly tightening around his fingers as you felt that all so familiar feeling in your lower stomach.
“You gonna cum baby? You want to cum on daddy’s face?” He groaned roughly on your pussy, you bit you lip and nodded, he couldn’t see you. Not with his head buried into your heat, oh but he knew you. “Use your words my pretty girl” “Yes” You moaned out loudly tugging on his hair to keep him there in between you legs, but really he had no intention of moving. “Yes what… you wanna cum on daddy’s face and fingers” “Yes yes” You whined nodding you head. “Then cum for me… cum for me baby” He says, speeding up the rate in which his fingers dove in and out of your pussy, his tongue swirling around and sucking on your clit faster as well. You moaned loudly arching your back off the wall. Not a second later your were cumming on his fingers and face. “FUCK CHRIS” You scream feeling your legs shake subtly, threatening to give in right undereath you. Chris toke note of this and stood up quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. He pulled you closer and grabbed you by your hips picking you up.
You wrapped your legs around him and kissed his plump lips. “So wet for me baby” He whispered against your lips causing chills to run down your spine. You gasped feeling the tip of his hard cock rub against your clit and entrance. “You ready for me baby?” He whispered against your lips looking into your eyes hungrily. You bit your lip and nodded. “Yes” You whispered looking down. “Good girl” He smirked pushing into you, your mouth dropped open and you threw your head back giving him the opportunity to kiss your neck, and he took it. Placing messy kisses on your neck as you stretched around him. He held you still knowing you needed some time to adjust to him. You always did. You bite your lip out of habit. He shook his head looking at you. “No baby, don’t bite your pretty lips, I want to hear you, wanna hear how good I’m making you feel”
“Chris” You breathe out moving your hips against him. He knew you were ready, so he pulled out slowly and slid back in. “Fuckkkkkkk” He groans his eyes rolling back in pleasure. “You feel so good around me baby. So tight baby”.
You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. “Fuck Chris feels so good… s-so big” You cry out kissing his neck sucking his soft supple skin. “Marking me baby… want everyone know i’m yours” Chan grunts picking up the pace slamming into you. “Yes” “Yes what baby” “Yes… youre mine” “I’m yours baby… and your mine… my pretty girl” He whispers his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks into you faster and harder, surely leaving marks to remind you of your sinful actions tomorrow.
“Ah oh my God CHRIS” You scream tightening around his cock. He groans leaning his head back. “Fuck princess you gonna cum… you gonna cum for daddy” “Yes” “Cum baby… cum around daddy’s fat cock” “Chris FUCK!”
Han sighed a smile on his face, for the first time in a while he slept really well, and all thanks to Chan releasing him early. As soon as he got back to the dorm he skipped his nighttime routine immediately laying in bed. The second his head hit the pillow he knocked out. He was definitely well-rested. Changbin walked in behind him with two coffees in hand. It was just going to be them too for now. Chan asked them to come in an hour before so they could go over the vocals and see if there was anything that needed adjusting. “Bin look at this” Jisung laughed seeing the length of the audio recorded last night. “He always does that… he always forgets to cut it off” Changbin laughed sitting down next to him. “Let's get just his part and cut the rest yeah?” Han nodded pushing the play button” “Ahh oh my God CHRIS” They both turned to look at each other in shock, it couldn’t be. Oh but it was, an audio recording of the two of you having sex. Having sex in the booth everyone had to use. “Gross” Changbin immediately paused it
“Dude” Han sighed running his hand over his face. “I know were gonna have to move studios again” “Not that… he didn’t record his part… he’s not coming in till later, we’re going to be behind” “That's what your worried about” “Yes… I don’t want to stay late… I value my sleep thank you very much”
Summary: The time has come to take that next step in your relationship, but you don’t seem too thrilled about the idea.
“Do your want to marry me?”
You nearly choked on your ramen being caught completely off guard. You turn to look at your boyfriend, he looked serious, but he couldn’t be. No, he cant. You laugh softly, shaking your head. This had to be a joke, yes a joke, one of the many your boyfriend always tells you, or maybe a prank, he’s always doing those too. “This is your way of asking me… overcooked ramen and Tokyo Ghoul?” You really didn’t have a problem with the setting, You both knew if and when you he proposed to you would prefer something more intimate between the two of you.
“Hey the ramen’s only over cooked cause you kept distracting me” he laughed poking your side. Okay he’s laughing, it’s definitely a joke. “Yeah sure” You hummed taking a sip of your coke. “So?” “So what?” “Do you want to marry me?”
He was expecting you to get teary eyed and jump for joy, but that's not at all what happened. “I don’t know Ji”. You sighed picking up his and your empty bowl and taking it to the kitchen. “So then who do I ask?” He was starting to get irritated, you did all the things that felt like you were married, moving in, cooking dinner together, going on random spontaneous dates. So why were you so against a ring and a last name change? He knew you loved him, you said it every five minutes. It’s one of the many things he adored about you. You never failed to make him feel so loved. He wasn’t mad, he was just hurt. He knew you wanted to get married, you were always mentioning how you wanted a specific color for the theme, specific paper for the wedding invitations. Maybe you didn’t want to get married to him?
Was there someone else, is that why you didn’t want to marry him?
You both went to bed that night, silent. “Goodnight Ji, I love you… have good dreams” You say, just like you said everynight. When you said I love you, did you say it with meaning or because it felt right. Did you say it because it was now part of you night time routine? Was this one of your steps? Brushing your teeth, check. Washing your face, check. Brushing your hair, check. Charging phone, check. Getting a glass of water, check. Reading a chapter before bed, check. Turning off you lamp, check. Laying down, check. “Goodnight Ji, I love you, have good dreams, check?
“Mhmmm” He hummed sleeping on his side facing the restroom door. You knew you hurt him, you knew it when he dragged his feet coming into your shared room, losing focus on his own routine, not saying “Goodnight my love, I love you so so so so much”. You especially knew he was hurt when he didn’t reach for you, even when you both would fight you always reached for each other. Your touches saying, I’m still mad, but I love you and I’m here. Tonight, there was no touch.
He was out of it at practice, his moves were sloppy, his lyrics weren’t coming to his head like they usually did and he wasn’t his goofy usual self like he always was, and it was apparent. Chan thought he was just having a bad day, they all had their own bad days. He checked up on him, and he said he was fine. Of course Chan didn’t believe him, but he knew when Jisung was ready he’d come to him. He’d come to his brother.
“I’m gonna spend the night at the dorm”
He hasn’t stayed there for ages, ever since he moved in with you. You tried to talk to him, but he was too deep into his head that everything you did or said was over thought. Did you pack him food because you loved him, or because you felt bad for him. Did you say “Have a good day at work” Because you meant it, or because you wanted him to feel like everything was normal.
“What why?” “I have a really early schedule tomorrow… I have to be in the studio at six in the morning. I don’t want to wake you” He says walking into the bedroom and getting his duffel bag. Packing all of his toiletries, and some clothes. He only mentioned tomorrow, but he was packing more than enough clothes. “When will you be back?” He avoided the question, walking to the front door not looking at you. “My car’s here” and like that he was gone.
He knocked on the door and Chan opened it, shocked. He wasn’t expecting him. Especially not this late at night. But nonetheless he offered him the couch, warm blankets and peace. The night settled down and the whole apartment was quiet. It was late, definitely late enough that everyone should be asleep. Han laid on the couch, and sighed. He really didn’t know what to do. His mind was going a million miles per minute, and none of the things he was thinking were good thoughts.
~Creak~
Chan walked out of his room and went to the kitchen grabbing himself a water bottle.
“Go talk to her” “What?” “I said go talk to her” “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Han mumbled facing away from one of his best friends.
The truth was, he was embarrassed to talk to anyone about it. All of the other members were starting to settle down, Chan announcing his second child, Minho proposing to his partner of two years, Changbin’s wedding was next month, Hyunjins planning his wedding. Felix was getting really serious with his partner, Seungmin was in the middle of planning an engagement and even the anti-romantic Jeongin was going to be getting married soon. He felt like he was falling behind, and to top it off your relationship was the longest one of the eight. You had just celebrated your four year anniversary last month. He felt like he procrastinated too much that he completely lost you. He knew from the moment he met you, you were the one. Why it took this long to ask, was beyond him.
He never felt unloved by you, the way he did now.
You took the initiative. Knowing what was next, you just wanted to get the pain done with so you could mourn and not continue to go insane thinking about how you relationship was hanging by a thread. You didn’t want to break up, but you knew you hurt him. You know you pushed away too far for him to come back. This was your doing.
Can you come by after practice, we need to talk
Okay
Your leg bounced nervously as you sat on the couch waiting and waiting. The bad thing about his schedules were they were never set in stone, he could be going in at six but not get out until eight at night, even when he was told he would be allowed to go home by three p.m. You were waiting for hours, and hours, and hours. Then you heard it, keys jingling. It sliding into the lock, turning to the right and click. You stood up quickly and watched him come in, with his duffel bag and a forced tired smile. He closed the door behind him and was greeted by your dog. “Hi Bbami… hi Bbami” He said in his high pitched voice that never failed to make you smile. Even right now, when you were on edge. He slipped off his shoes and coat, then looked at you. You both locked eyes for what felt like forever, in reality was just a couple minutes. You sat down on the couch and looked at the empty spot next to you. He got the hint.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and sat next to you. Distance in between. The distance that represented the state of your relationship. He took a deep breath trying not to cry. Not the way he cried himself to sleep last night.
“Do you wanna break up?” You broke the silence, your voice low and shaky. He quickly looked at you with wide eyes. “God no… Do you wanna break up with me?” “No never… I love you Ji…I really do… but I’m scared, I don’t know how to be a wife, what if I’m not good enough for you and you leave me”
Now here was your truth, you grew up in a household where two people who were obviously not right for each other stayed married for the sole purpose of making each other's life a living hell. You didn't grow up seeing a loving wife, seeing what a wife should do for a husband. Hell you barely knew how to be a girlfriend. But it took time, a lot of trial and error, and many boyfriends later to be the girlfriend you were now, and even then you thought you were terrible. Now a wife, a wife was permanent, there was not trial and error, no practice dummies, this was forever, and you didn’t want to mess up especially with the person you cared the most about in this world. Then there were children, you knew you both wanted to be parents, but you didn’t have the best role model to teach you to be a mother, you basically had to raise yourself. So if marriage was a set in stone thing so would being parents, being parents was something you definitely couldnt take back. Jisung knew all about this, he knew your past, your struggles, he was there after every fight with your parents. He was there to reassure you after every time that you believed you weren’t enough, you were.
“You think I know how to be a husband? W-What if I’m not good enough, huh? Will you leave me?” “Of course no Jisung…I’m also scared after marriage comes kids and I don’t know how to be a mother” you begin to ramble looking down at the carpet the words spewing out of your mouth quicker than you could process them “I don’t know how to be a father” He interrupted, placing his hand on your chin to turn you to look at him. “… that's why we figure it out together, like we've always figured everything out together… that bed frame did you do it alone, no… did I do it alone, well if we're being honest I did the most. You just stood there reading the directions steps behind… while looking beautiful” He laughed and took your hand. You smiled, a single tear falling down your face. He raised his other hand to rest on your cheek, his thumb wiping away your tear. “But regardless we did it together, we figured it out together, and it was scary the thousands of pieces as screws. I almost called Binnie and Chan to come and do it, but we did it.” You nodded and bit the inside of your lip to keep yourself from crying. “Everything that comes our way, we can handle.” “I love you” You whispered leaning closer to rest your forehead on his, looking into his eyes. “I love you” He said softly wrapping his arms around you. You rested your face on his chest crying, all that pent up anger, fear and sadness you felt coming out as soon as you were in his arms, as soon as you were in your safe space. “I know I know” He whispered, rubbing your back soothingly comforting you through your tears, but never silencing them.
You pulled away and looked at him, he wiped the tears off your face and kissed your forehead, your nose, then your lips. “I want to marry you Ji” You whispered against his lips, your hands resting over his on your cheeks. “Good cause I want to marry you too” He smiled, pulling away and getting off the couch walking into your shared bedroom. You heard shuffling and drawers opening before he walked back out into the living room wearing a big smile, one hand behind his back. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him get on one knee in front of you.
“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n… I knew from the moment I met you that I was going to spend the rest of my life with you. You're my soulmate, my best friend, my muse, and my biggest supporter. I’m at my happiest when I’m around you, and when I’m loved by you. Will you make me the happiest man…” He revealed his hand to show a black velvet box, he slowly opened it to unveil the ring of your dream. The same ring you've imagined wearing on your ring finger since you were a little girl. “And marry me”. You nodded frantically, getting on your knees in front of him and wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss as tears continued to fall. This time tears of joy and bliss. “Yes yes yes” You cried kissing his entire face. He smiled and grabbed the ring, excitement flowing through his body, his fingers shaking and tears falling down his face as well. He slipped the ring on your finger. “Other hand baby” “Huh?” “It goes on the other hand” You sniffled and smiled at his goofyness. “Oh oh right” He laughed, taking off the ring and putting it on your left hand’s ring finger. “I love you so much” He whispered, pulling you close. “I love you more”
I know I know I’ve gone quiet for a long time, I was working through something. Everything is good now, and I hope I will be able to post often like before. Requests are always open and if you liked it comment and repost, I’d greatly appreciate it. Until next time. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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8 days of christmas masterlist
It was only Christmas eve and lee know was already ready to leave your parents house. Don’t get him wrong, he loved your parents to death, you both did — but every time you visited they never failed to ask the same question, when you were having kids.
He does plan on having kids with you, but he’d rather not disclose in the middle of dinner with your parents when. “Im just saying Christmas with the cats would be magical.” He sat on the edge of the bed, watching you walk back and forth, doing your skincare.
“Minho you know my parents don’t mean any harm, im their only daughter and they’re just really excited for grandkids.” You said. “I get that baby, but it's like they want me to tell them the exact date I plan on fucking their daughter raw, over Christmas eve dinner.” You grimaced. “Lee Minho.” You exclaimed.
You turned the bathroom light off, making your way into the bedroom. “I love you but holidays with your parents suck.” He said, you laughed, sitting on his lap. “You sound like the Grinch.” You kissed his lips. “see what the holiday’s at your parents do to me.” He mumbled.
“What can I do to make you feel better.” You kissed his neck, he sighed, letting you kiss and nip at his neck. “Give you some Christmas spirit to get you through the night and tomorrow.” You rubbed his chest. “You already know baby.”
You smirked, sinking down to your knees. “Fuck you look so good baby.” You were faced with his hard cock. “Just ready to take my cock down that mouth.” You grabbed the loose waistband of his shorts, pulling them down, pooling at his ankles.
You palmed his cock, his hissed leaning back on the bed. “Fucking take me out, and put me in your mouth.” His tone was telling that he wasn’t asking. His cock slapped against his stomach as you pulled him out , grabbing the base, kissing his tip. “Fuck don’t tease me.” He gripped your hair.
You brought your lips to his cock , he thrusted up, pushing his cock into your mouth. “Fuck, take me all the way.” He groaned as you bobbed your head up and down. “sh-shit that’s it, keep fucking sucking me like a whore.” He grunted.
“you’re parents are down the hall and their daughter is on her knees sucking cock like a slut.” You moaned around his cock — he pushed your head down, bucking his hips up. “So fucking nasty, making such a mess -sh-shit- you gonna let me cum on your face?” you hummed, tears pooling in your eyes. “fuck im gonna cum.”
He pushed your head down a few more times, pulling you off by your hair. “Fuck im cumming!” He jerked his cock off, aiming his cock at your face , shoot his load on your cheek. “M-m'fuck.” He cursed, spreading it all over your cheeks. “Look at you baby." You smiled. “So nasty.” He said.
He helped you off the floor, helping you clean up. “Thank you baby.” He said. “Are you feeling better now.” He put his finger to his chin like he was thinking, you slapped his arm. “Lee minho.” He laughed. “Fine fine im done having an attitude.” You kissed his lips. “But we’ll see what happens tomorrow, first question about a kid and im actually gonna tear down the tree.”
His laugh hadn't changed one bit. The cute little giggle and shy smile that graced his lips every time he laughed had remained exactly the same. Much like those big sparkly doe eyes and that cute bunny face he made every time he was either amazed or surprised or just plain confused which only added to how irresistible he looked. Baby Minho and adult Minho were the exact same, he just grew taller and stronger. And his arms and hands got veiny. And his thighs grew thick and beautiful and strong. Oh. His thighs. Oh.
You were SNIFFLING at how cute your boyfriend was as a baby a second ago and now you suddenly could not shake the recurring image of him just sitting anywhere with his legs spread apart in that manly, gruffish way from your head. You knew pretty well how nice it felt to randomly sit on him just to get him flustered and also how he secretly loved it since he would sometimes just openly invite you to sit on his lap "just for fun" cause you apparently "looked nice in that skirt".
Something like a mild pang hits your lower abdomen as you feel a little hot rush pervading you but you just shrug and deem it down to you being all wrapped up in the blankie despite it being late March and not too cold at all outside, "it's so hot outside, damn it". Minho barges in, quickly taking off his jacket and breathing heavily as he presses the back of his hand over his sweaty forehead and pinches his shirt away from his chest as if to ventilate himself with the movement. And you just stare at him in awe cause how could you not? Back from practice and clearly bothered and he still looked stunning.
"Well, hello to you too", you mumble as you watch him drop on the couch right next to you, his head resting on your shoulder as an exasperated sigh leaves his lips. He sprawls on the couch and mumbles something incoherent as you gently brush his hair away from his forehead, "long day at dance practice?", you ask softly, looking at the way his eyelids slide down and his long lashes almost touch his cheek underneath his closed eyes, "6 hours. Followed by a jogging session with Chan hyung. I feel like fucking jelly", "oh dear, why didn't you just come straight home? I'm sure Chan would have understood", you coo, loving the way he's just so unfiltered and raw and comfortable with you, even a little cuddly as he tucks himself closer to you on your lap and reaches for your hand and places it on his chest just to pat it gently. "it's alright, he wasn't feeling his best at practice and said he wanted to go outside for a run to clear his head a bit so I figured he needed a running buddy".
Hearing him being so caring and sweet natured tugs at your heart strings and you realise you're once again on and off about your emotional response to anything Minho related today. Which is weird but also is it really? He had this duality to him that made him so hot and so cute and so cool but warm hearted at the same time and you absolutely loved that about him.
"Were you watching my childhood homemade videos again?". Busted. You smile at him sheepishly as he grabs your phone that has been idle and indefinitely paused on his very cute baby face giving the camera a kiss, "uhm... Maybe?", you scratch your arm nervously but Minho just chuckles, "this is the third time this month I need to tell my mom to stop sending you such compromising material", "but you were so adorable. Look at that face!!! You were the cutest little kid ever!", you protest as he locks your phone and places it on the coffee table away from you, "I know. I was born pretty",he smirks and you playfully poke his cheek which makes him giggle IN THAT WAY and you swear he hasn't aged a single year and you literally choke on a strangled noise coming from within you.
Minho studies your face from his upside down perspective for a bit and then immediately sits up straight, "you are on your period", he declares. Just like that. Deadass. "No? No I'm not", you reply firmly though you have a really hard time holding back your giggles, but he ignores you and fishes a hand right underneath your shirt, squeezing at the softness there, making your breath hitch, "you are about to be then. Your boobs are bigger and firmer. One minute you're ogling me like I'm a piece of meat and the next you're choking on your tears over baby me. Clearly your hormones are going haywire. Now the question is: are they the overly emotional kind or the overly horny ones?". It takes you a full minute to register all that and put two and two together along with the fact that you have been experiencing some body temperature fluctuations and your tummy does feel kinda funny:" uh... Both?".
"Okay. Let's go make a baby then",he deadpans and springs to his feet, grabbing your hand in the process so he can pull you upright, "WAIT WHAT? Minho what the fuck", you start laughing just at how random he is and how you wish you could take a peek inside his head sometimes, "come on. I'll be gentle. I don't have much body energy left for today anyway", he grumbles, sighing as his legs ache a bit while he drags your giggly mess upstairs and into your bedroom.
Guys I know it's been a minute, I'm currently getting over a cold I've got a couple of requests already written they just need to be revised but as soon as I feel better I will post them.
i want to see what your thoughts are on wedding night with minnie?:)
Wedding Night
wc: ~800
rating: fluff/mature/18+ ಇ
comments: slowly working my way through requests. thanks for sending them!
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When he gets you away from the party, finally all alone, he’s all hands and sweet talk. And he tugs at yours clothes—touches you on your shoulder and neck and anywhere else he can get to skin. This is not your first time, or his. You’ve done everything together in this bed already, but it feels a little different tonight. You can tell it’s different for Seungmin.
He’s acting silly now, like he had a little too much to drink, and it’s starting to wear off. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth won’t stop talking or looking for places to kiss. He saves his I love you’s for when he really needs you to know, and right now he’s saying it over and over, lips against your neck and your ear. His hands slide up your back and pull at your dress.
Today was a hot day, and it’s a warm night, so it’s not much to pull at and doesn’t take much effort to get you out of it. Seungmin takes care of his own clothes, but somehow takes his time unbuttoning and unbuckling. He crawls to you at the top of the bed and leaves kisses, starting with your legs, up to your thighs, slowly and carefully getting everywhere he can until he finally reaches your mouth.
He’s ready to go, and you are, too, but he takes his time and kisses until he’s out of breath. Hands slide everywhere, touching and caressing, squeezing, grabbing a thigh and pushing it gently away from the other. His fingers work on you—first two, and then three slide in. Seungmin knows how to move his fingers inside of you, and he knows that this is a little bit of a tease. Just how he likes it.
But not too much, not tonight. Tonight he’s going to give you exactly what you want, when you want it. He keeps his eyes on you and takes every cue he can. His fingers keep moving when you moan for him. He kisses when you pull him closer.
Seungmin listens for any little sounds or whispers, and what he hears is his name, his pet names, you giving back his I love you’s. And eventually, a fuck me hit his ears. He carefully slips his fingers out and drops to his knees between your thighs. Strokes himself a few times, pushes himself in slowly. In and out, as easy and as slow as Seungmin can handle, because you like feeling him like this before you both lose yourself in pleasure.
He leans in and kisses your chest and neck and jaw, tucks his arm under the arch of your back, holds his body close to yours. The more skin on skin he can manage, the better. He wants to be close to you, smell and taste the sweat starting to bloom on you again.
The last few weeks have been hectic, a lot of that time was spent apart, and Seungmin had been desperate to get you under him the entire time. He’s not shy about it—he never is. He moans and whispers into your neck…does it feel good baby?But he knows it does, because he knows exactly how you like to be fucked when he’s on top of you. And he’ll do it just like this as long as you want.
He’s only concerned about you, and making you feel good, and he’s going to make you come every way he knows you can, as many times as he can manage. Starting with this. And when you’re satisfied, for now, he’ll kiss down your body until he’s between your thighs. He feels a little selfish eating you out, because just burying his face and tasting you is enough to make him come. But he does it until your body shakes. And then he does it again.
And he keeps going after you’ve calmed down, but gently, because he knows your limit. You let him stay down there, because it’s his night, too.
After he rests with you and hydrates you and makes you comfortable, you try to take care of him, no matter how much he protests and says he wasn’t finished.
You need him, too—to taste him, and to make him feel good and give him some relief after all he’s done. But even after that, Seungmin still needs to be kissed and touched everywhere. You rub your hands over his back and knead your fingers into his muscles. His shoulders, his arms, and hands. Down to his thighs and calves. He melts under your touch, sighs, groans, whispers sweet things to you.
And finally after everything, in the middle of the night, he runs a hot, bubbly, sweet-scented bath. Lights some candles, plays music, pulls you against him, and relaxes.
notes: this is so dirty compared to everything I’ve written before. Btw!! English is not my first language so I’m very sorry for the mistakes.
summary: hyunjin has a breeding kink, and you have one too.
WARNINGS: smut content. hyunjin being dirty as fuck, breeding/pregnancy kink, “slut”, this is literal porn. no plot, just porn.
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“Fuck- you’re so tight…such a fucking slut for me”
Hyunjin was so dirty when it came to talking during sex, he always knew exactly what to say to make you moan or beg for more. You were now under him with your legs against your chest and his dick burried deep inside your wet and sloppy cunt. His hands were holding your legs open as he looked directly into your almost-closed eyes, “shit! ‘m gonna fill you up baby- give you every single drop of my cum”
The idea of hyunjin’s cum inside of you made you moan in his ear, “fuck- please fill me up, mhm I wanna carry your babies”
Hyunjin groaned as he closed his eyes tightly, thrusting much faster inside of you, he definitely wanted to get you pregnant so bad, and you wanted it too.
You realized he was close to cum because of the way his thrusts started to get sloppier and his mouth opened, and you were so close too, “fuck- I’m gonna cum!”.
After some seconds, you felt hyunjin filling you up and your walls squeezing him, hot spurts of cum hitting your cervix and painting your walls white as you moaned, “fuck! baby yes…take it all, take all my cum... just like that...” ,he said with a whiny voice and all you could do in response was whimper.
Hyunjin kept moving inside of you, but a bit slowly now. Your legs were still against your chest while he was holding them making sure the cum doesn’t drip out of your cunt, “what a good girl you are…letting me breed you like this”, he said while looking down at his cock burried inside of you.
You were too tired to respond, so you just looked at him and smiled a bit while breathing heavily. he slowly pulled out and quickly shoved his fingers in you, making sure the cum stays in you.
BEGGING for jealous seungmin sex 🛐 but not make-up, i wanna sth rough and we all know he is mean in bed and i js wanna read sth like this so bad 💀
also your blog? it's so good? what do you do that your works are so perfect?
sorry for bothering you, here, you dropped something 👑!
(Thank you for the kind words ilysm !!) 🫶🩷
Warning: smut below! mdni.
Seungmin hasn’t said so much as a brief sentence since coming home from dinner tonight. He’s curt with his responses, distant with his motions and he doesn’t look you in the eyes at all when you try to make conversation with him.
Of course, family dinners are never an easy situation to put yourselves in, especially when your parents push him relentlessly for answers about his job, his dreams for the future and all your relationship details. But you can’t quite put your finger on what’s got him so bothered tonight considering the dinner was a huge success. Your parents seemed satisfied with every answer Seungmin indulged them with, even sending him home with all the leftovers in tupperware containers and inviting him back next week for coffee. They seem to like Seungmin more than you sometimes, and you can’t comprehend why he’d be mad about any of those factors.
“Do you want a coffee or something?” You ask him, trying your best to diffuse the tense air between the two of you.
“Nope,” Seungmin replies, rolling up the cuffs of his sleeves and attempting to button them. You take notice of his struggle, approaching him to assist as he keeps his gaze down.
“Let me help you,” you voice quietly, reaching for his forearm and unfolding the sleeve to cuff it up a little neater. His gaze finally locks on your face as you help him, his narrowed eyes staring so intensely as you carefully fasten one button and then move to do the other.
“Is everything okay?” You ask quietly, your voice coming out a little shakier than intended.
“Yup,” he answers plainly.
You stay silent for a moment, careful not to push the issue any further, but you quickly turn frustrated at this immature behavior he flaunts. Sure, he might’ve gotten mad about something. But it’s up to the both of you to communicate it, rather than play the silent game you know is going to get you absolutely nowhere.
“Then why are you ignoring me?” You question, finishing with the second button and meeting his gaze finally. His eyes seem to widen a little when you do, like he’s surprised that you’re not going to let this go.
“I’m not,” Seungmin says, the hesitation in his voice indicating otherwise.
You raise your eyebrows at him, saying nothing, yet still pushing for an answer out of him. And then he finally sighs, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his slacks as he towers over you.
“Who’s Jisung?” Seungmin asks pointedly.
“What?”
“Who is Jisung?” He says again, his voice growing irate along with his attitude.
“Jisung? My neighbor from when I was little?”
“And apparently the guy you had your first kiss with?” Seungmin questions, raising his eyebrows too, like he’s finally indulging you in some incriminating evidence he holds against you.
“That’s what you’re mad about? Seriously?”
“Yeah, maybe it is.”
“That was almost two decades ago. We were both kids and it was a fleeting thing. You weren’t even in my life that long ago, Seungmin.”
He shrugs over you, his eyes narrowing again. “Well, you asked what I was upset about. There it is.”
And then he turns around to walk away from you, failing to get much further before you lunge an arm out and grasp his wrist.
“No!” You exclaim. “You don’t just get to walk away like that! You don’t get to be mad at me for something this stupid, Seungmin. Grow up, will you?”
And Seungmin turns around, pushing you off of him to pin you against the wall behind you.
“Grow up?” He echoes. “You want me to grow up?”
You swallow nervously as he brings his mouth a little closer to yours, angling his face to look you straight in the eyes.
“You want me to handle this like an adult? If I did, I would’ve pulled over and fucked you on the way home from dinner. But I didn’t, because I knew you’d question why I was so hard about it.”
“You were hard on the way home from dinner?” You retort with an amused smirk. “At what exactly?”
“I’m jealous,” Seungmin says plainly. “Hearing your parents talk about all the loser men you’ve dated and kissed. Jesus Christ, it’s almost pathetic when I realize your first good fuck was me. And it’s gonna keep being me.”
You can’t help the pool that forms between your inner thighs, pressing your legs together rhythmically to calm yourself at his words. He has a way of being so mean when he wants to, but crossing the line enough so that you’re just as aroused for him as he is for you.
“Yeah?” You question back, your smile disappearing as you focus on his parted lips that hover over yours. “What are you gonna do about it?”
And Seungmin doesn’t waste another second pressing his lips to yours, one hand pressed on the wall above you as he trails his lips down to your neck and sucks a line of bruises into your flesh. Your legs practically buckle in his touch, melting into the way he works you with such desperation and dominance, like he’s trying to prove his point to you. And it’s working, judging by the way you gasp loudly at his hand grazing up your dress and trailing over the hem of your panties.
“Turn around,” Seungmin orders, his voice sounding a little calmer than before, but still just as stern.
And you comply with his demands, turning around before he’s pushing you a little further against the wall and unbuckling his belt from behind you.
“Should’ve just done this in the car on the way home,” he mumbles, as he bunches the fabric of your skirt up in his hand. “Maybe you wouldn’t have talked back the way you are now.”
You don’t reply to him, knowing he’s only going to roughen his motions if you play along, so you remain silent, taking a deep breath and parting your legs a little for him when you can sense his slacks fall and pool at his ankles.
His slender hands gather your hair to brush to one side, and then before you can prepare yourself, you can already feel his hardened erection pushing pants your folds and into your entrance. He’s not lying when he says he’s hard, stretching you out generously and beginning to move at a steady rhythm while he works kisses down your neck.
“Fuck, Seungmin,” you breathe out, silencing your whines when he turns your face and presses your cheek gently against the wall, holding it there as he fucks you. His cock pulsates inside of you, frustrated grunts escaping his lips as he quickens his pace and steadies you against the wall.
“You like it when I get jealous, don’t you?” Seungmin inquires, loosening his tie a little and bringing a hand down to rest in your hip.
“You probably like when I get all bothered by other men, huh? Get some excuse to fuck the anger out on you?”
And you can’t help but nod desperately in his touch, your legs quivering as you can feel his cock twitch inside of you. You can almost feel the jealousy seething off of him and into you through his harsh thrusts, drooling against your skin when he brings his teeth to graze your bruised flesh.
“None of the men you’ve ever liked will make you feel half this good, baby. The more you bring them up, the more reasons I have to fuck them out of your pretty mind.”
“Please,” you groan, clenching desperately around his girth. “Please, don’t stop. No one else ever meant anything to me, I swear.”
“I know they didn’t,” he says with a smirk. “But the way you’re moaning for me it’s like you want me to remind you.”
Your hand shoots back to grip onto something as he picks up the pace, clutching desperately onto his black silk tie and pulling him a little closer into you. Seungmin lets out a muffled groan, the fabric tightening around his neck making his cock twitch inside of your cunt again.
He slows down his pace again, taking a moment to trail breathless kisses down the column of your neck, before picking up his pace and slamming his hips against yours. The room teems with the sounds of his skin on yours, your walls tightening around his veiny length and taking him so deeply.
“Fuck,” he says a little quieter. “I’m gonna cum.”
And you nod again, almost unable to form a sentence as you feel yourself near your orgasm, too.
“Cum inside me,” you beg, pushing back to arch into him. “I swear I won’t bring up another man again.”
“Oh I know you won’t,” Seungmin breathes against your skin. “Not after I give you my load you fucking won’t.”
And with a few more harsh thrusts, Seungmin brings his hand down to your clit, rubbing vigorously to stimulate you to your release, until you feel yourself contract once around him, and then the familiar sensation of your cum dribbling down your inner thighs and coating his cock in remnants of you.
Seungmin winces when he feels your juices coat him, fucking you a little harshly through your own orgasm, before he feels himself reach his finish inside of you, shooting thick white ropes of his seed into your squelching cunt and holding it there for a moment. He trails his teeth over your bruised flesh one last time, before pulling out and letting the remainder spurt onto the backs of your thighs and make a sticky mess.
“Better?” Seungmin asks, as he tucks his cock back into his boxers and pulls up his pants.
“You’re the one who had a problem with it,” you retort, turning around to face him. “You tell me.”
Seungmin smiles wickedly, pressing a single chaste kiss to your lips and readjusting his tie.
“I’m always gonna be your best fuck,” he states confidently. “I feel a lot better knowing that fact.”
