“the brat is climbing me like a tree. this is not how i would like my heir to act.”
the scene was in fact cute. your grumpy-faced, 7 foot husband, dressed in only grey sweatpants with your slobbering 1 year old daughter climbing up & over his shoulder.
“it is getting its spit on me.”
“ryo she barely has teeth.”
“i don’t care.”
you could only sigh with a little smile, your heart warm with the knowledge of knowing he still loved his daughter.
your daughter made happy noises, signaling she was enjoying her time using her dad as a jungle gym. sukuna raised his arm to pry her from him until your voice interjected, “sukuna she’s happy right now, don’t bother her.”
he looked at you before sighing and putting his hands down. “tch. this brat.”
“correction, your daughter.”
sukuna rolled his eyes, but not before you could catch the tiniest glimpse of a smile on his face. “yes, yes whatever.”
your daughter crawled by his right shoulder, before grabbing onto sukuna’s pink locks as handles to get on his head. which she did succeed in; plopping on his head with a small sigh.
you couldn’t help but let out a small squeal at her strength. “ryo, you guys look so cute!” sukuna scoffed, “woman i am not cute. i am scary.” you laughed at his words, not taking him seriously. “sure you are.”
you reached your hands out to grab the child from his head before being stopped by his voice.
tips for writing better smut? from writer to writer .... also i've thinking about getting into more kinkier/darker smut topics but i dont know where to start </3
show don't tell where needed, focus on tension and emotions even if it's just a short drabble, and build your characters and their dynamics from the ground up. nothing takes me out of a smut scene more than a discrepancy between the character's behavior during sex and the rest of the fic. even if it's all smut, if someone suddenly gets rrly degrading or smth with zero preamble there's too much dissonance. everyone's behavior needs motive. don't (just) state someone's a dom or a sub or what kinks they're into, show the audience how they behave & why through their actions, words, feelings etc. don't give everything to the reader by explaining it. leave some up for interpretation and trust them to understand.
ofc smut is fictional and therefore not realistic, but there's a fine line between good smut and smut that's too unrealistic or straight up physically impossible. if you're writing a scene with multiple characters you have to be mindful of positioning. watching porn can help w visualization :))
writing dark fic and hard kinks is like writing anything else imo, the same things apply. i write a lot of short scenes because i enjoy the challenge of exploring characters and their dynamics within a limited word count & (hopefully) evoking certain feelings. getting into the psychology behind someone's actions and behavior. for example this short character study exploring the idea of chan w a free use kink. when i write a smut scene i keep things like these in mind even if i don't always write everything out.
and sometimes you js want to write something smutty without putting too much thought into it... and that's fine too :))
everyone has their own preferences when it comes to what they'd consider 'good' smut, but the most important thing is that you have fun writing it <33
THINKING ABOUT... FWB!CHAN WHO WANTS MORE THAN THIS?
chan had you in the meanest mating press. your legs were pressed up to your tits, your pussy on display, your tears rolling down your temples, forming wet spots on the pillow beneath your head. the combined moans and grunts filled the room, and the smell of sex protruded its way into both your nostrils.
"y'look so pretty for me princess. crying cause' it feels so good, yeah?" he breathed, removing a hand from your leg to pad away your tears. "m-mhm- fuck! yes- feels s'good.."
he kissed your ankles and picked up his pace of drilling into your sopping pussy. chan had made you cum more times than you could count—brain going all mushy after your third orgasm. your cunt was so slick, it was practically speaking it's own language; which chan did mock you for.. "so full of cum.. like she's talking to me—don't you think y/n?"
oh you were gone. eyes rolled back, unfiltered, open-mouthed moans spewing from your tongue by the second. "hah-s'good..s'good channie- don't stop!"
chan's eyes glanced at where his dick plummeted into your womb. with every thrust of his cock, a string of cum strung with it. plap! plap! plap! "shiiiittt baby.. you're so gorgeous. gonna have to- shit! fuck a baby into you! make you all mine forever.."
weird.. you thought. sure he pumps you full of his cum all the time, but this was way different. chan snaked his hand down to your pulsing clit, making controlled figure eights on it. your hips twitched at the double stimiulation, and you clenched hard on his dick.
chan changed his angle & threw your legs over his big shoulders—making his cock hit your g-spot spot on. you screamed his name, clutching onto his shoulder blades. "chan! fucking hell- r-right there.. don't move-" with how hard your fingers were digging into his blades, you were drawing blood. "mm.. babygirl you're marking me up.." chan's tone was mocking, condescending even.
your fingers laced through his locks, pushing him down to meet your lips. the kiss was full of mashing teeth, condensing moans, and tongues fighting for dominance. you didn't want to breathe unless it was him you were breathing in. every inch of him. every inch of you. you belonged to each other.
friends with benefits.
that's what you both agreed to—but that didn't mean you couldn't fuck anybody else.
you just didn't want to.
this wasn't just a quick fuck, it was a connection of belonging.
your saliva intermingled with his, and left a string on your cheek. chan's tongue was deep in your mouth, and was claiming every fucking inch of it. it was vice versa for you aswell. he pulled up for air and demanded, "open f'me."
you obeyed, and opened your mouth. a glob of spit dripped into your mouth & onto your tongue. he had a nasty grin on his face—yet you were eating it up. "swallow baby."
chan's veiny finger ran over your swollen lip only after you swallowed his spit. "good girl." his hand moved down to twist and pinch at your hardened nipples, making you mewl out a meek, "shit- too good.!" your sweaty bodies moves in perfect rhythm, both your minds overfilling with complete ecstasy.
your velvety walls started to clench and stutter around his cock. "shit- channie i'm close! don't stop!" his hands fell back to your legs, shoving his hips into yours harder and faster. the accelerated sound of skin slapping numbed out your ears, putting your focus on your incoming orgasm.
maybe your 6th of the night? maybe 5th? who fucking knows. chan quickly placed a hand back on your clit, rubbing it fastly, making you tremor in anticipation. before you knew it—you were cumming. hard.
a sudden gush of release spurted out, covering his lower half and sheets. "fuck! chanchanchanchan- mmh!" you chanted his name like a mantra. his thrusts were becoming more sloppy and less disiciplined—he was close. "m'gonna cum princess- fill you up so good. so good, it takes-" soon after, he came. his load was hot, heavy, and overwhelming. you could feel every inch of it decorate your insides—every. single. inch.
the only audible thing was the heavy breathing of you & chan. he had pulled out with faint hiss falling from his lips., manuevering his way next to you. a silence casted over the room, feeding into his thoughts more. why did he want you as more than a benefit? as a girlfriend?
"y/n, i don't know why i feel this way—and i know we agreed to have no strings attached, but i can't help but feel something." chan confessed, voice shaky. your breath hitched & your heart rate picked up at his words. you turned your face towards his, looking into his eyes for any sort of explanation. "chan what are you saying?"
chan turned his face towards you too, before taking a deep breath. "i'm saying i don't want to be friends with benefits. i want to take you out on dates, spoil you, show you off, everything. i want to be in a relationship with you. i just hope you feel the same, and aren't talking to another guy—because i'm serious about this, hell, i'm serious about you." he spoke with a dying sense of desperation, like if he didn't speak now, he'd explode.
you were speechless at his confession—though you never denied it. you felt that way too. "chan.. i feel the same way too. i was just scared that you'd only view me as a woman you fuck for fun, so i never spoke up." you breathed, keeping your eye contact.
you continued, "i want to go on dates with you, see the world with you, love you unconditionally, all of it." chan's eyes widened at your words, and a tender smile decorated his face. "well, if you allow me, i'd like to take you on a date this wednesday, to that fancy restaurant in busan."
you moved your hand to cup his cheek, "i'd love to channie."
"it's a date then."
"yeah," you kissed his lips softly, a sharp contrast to how you did during sex, before continuing: "it is."
pairing. martin x fem!reader genre. fluff wordcount. 401 warnings. pet names, skinship, martin forgetting he’s a literal giant??, kissing, the regular !
riri’s notes. i think you guys could tell but he’s my bias..
( SYNOPSIS ) how i think martin would act as your boyfriend!
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cuddling together
martin acts tough until you’re around. the second you’re beside him, he’s pulling you against his chest or wrapping an arm around your shoulders. but martin literally forgets that he’s 6’3, so when he tries to be little spoon, his legs are falling off the couch. although he’s naturally affectionate and loves having you close, especially after a long day of schedules.
affection
martin shows affection without even thinking about it. he’ll rest a hand on your back while walking, kiss your forehead in passing, or gently pull you closer when you’re standing next to him. it always feels effortless with him.
texting
his texts are a mix of sweet and just straight memes. one minute he’s asking how your day is going, and the next he’s sending a picture of lebron james (take his fucking phone pls💔) but no matter how busy he is, he always makes time to check on you.
when you’re sleepy
martin gets incredibly soft when you’re tired. he’ll quietly make sure you’re comfortable, let you rest against him, and keep everyone else from bothering you. if you fall asleep on him, he’s staying exactly where he is. one time, you fell asleep curled up on his lap, and he lost circulation in his legs. his reason for not moving: ‘my gf is sleeping.’
love language
martin’s biggest love language is physical touch. he loves holding your hand, hugging you, and keeping you close whenever he can. for him, being near you is one of the easiest ways to show how much he cares. the members dramatically gag everytime they find yall tangled together on the couch.
when you’re upset
he notices when something is wrong almost immediately. martin isn’t the type to force you to talk, but he’ll stay by your side until you’re ready. whatever you need, he’s there without hesitation. when you’re crying, he lets you soak his hoodie too. (even if it’s his favorite one.)
around the members
the members are constantly catching martin looking at you. he’ll act like nothing happened, but everyone notices the way his face softens whenever you’re around. at this point, nobody is surprised anymore. keonho calls it “the martin-is-falling-in-love-with-y/n-again look.”
when he misses you
after spending time apart, martin becomes extra clingy. he’ll pull you into a long hug the second he sees you and stay close for the rest of the day. he’s missed you, and he’s making that everyone’s problem. martin’s like a string bean trying to cuddle up against a pea. (long ass limbs 🤦🏾♀️)
pet names
martin loves calling you “ma.” (don’t hate me guys pls) it slips out naturally and makes the members groan every single time. he’ll also use “baby,” “pretty girl,” and “princess” when he’s feeling extra affectionate. i think he’s also apart of the silly pet name crew (with james). when he’s feeling silly, he’ll definitely say names like “sweetcheeks” “honey boo bear” “my amazing goated girlfriend”, he’s literally chronically online too.
falling asleep together
you’ll start the night on your own side of the bed and somehow wake up tucked against martin’s chest. he always reaches for you in his sleep, like his body automatically knows where you are. he’ll never admit it, but he feels more like a man whenever he’s big spoon.
pairing. juhoon x fem!reader genre. fluff wordcount. 348 warnings. kissing, skinship, pet names !
riri’s notes. i've already prepared other versions....👀
( SYNOPSIS ) just my own personal thoughts of how i think james would act as a boyfriend!
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cuddling together
we all know juhoon acts nonchalant, but deep down, he's not. (just watch how much he is a cuddle bug when you two are alone) juhoon acts like he doesn't need cuddles until he's the one climbing into your space first. he'll throw an arm around you, rest his head on your shoulder, or casually lean against you whenever he gets the chance. being close to you just feels natural to him.
affection
he fears that he'll be too clingy so he's always finding little excuses to touch you instead. fixing your hair, bumping your shoulder with his, or grabbing your hand while you're walking together. (reassure him you love his affection pls he needs it.)
texting
juhoon's texts are completely unpredictable. one minute he's checking if you've eaten, and the next he's sending a blurry picture with a caption that makes no sense. somehow, every conversation with him ends in laughter.
when you're sleepy
he finds you adorable when you're tired. if you start getting sleepy around him, he'll tease you a little before helping you get comfortable. secretly, he loves when you fall asleep on his shoulder. (he will NEVER admit that to his members.)
love language
juhoon's biggest love language is quality time. he loves spending time with you, even if you're not doing anything special. whether you're talking, sitting together in silence, or just hanging out in the same room, he's happiest when he gets to share those moments with you.
when you're upset
he hates seeing you sad. his first instinct is usually to make you smile, but if you need something more serious, he'll sit and listen without interrupting. he wants you to know he has your back no matter what.
around the members
the members are constantly catching juhoon staring at you when he thinks nobody notices. he'll immediately deny it, but everyone knows exactly what's going on. he's never beating the lovebug allegations. (james is the biggest advocate for the juhoon lovebug agenda🤣)
when he misses you
when he's been away for a while, he gets extra excited to see you again. he'll start talking about you to martin, and then when he finally sees you, he tells you everything that's happened while also hearing about your day.
pet names
juhoon uses pet names without even thinking about it. "baby" and "love" come out naturally, especially when he's happy. sometimes he'll make up completely random nicknames just to see your reaction. (keonho walked in on him calling you cutie pie and never walked out of the room faster.)
falling asleep together
he's the type to keep talking when you're both trying to sleep. eventually his voice gets quieter and quieter until he passes out mid-conversation. somehow, he always ends up curled up closer to you by morning.
pairing. switch!fem!reader x switch!chan genre. smut wordcount. 2.5k warnings. blowjob, licking, spit kink, incorrect use of whipped cream, squirting, food kink, oral m & f recieving, fingering, temperature play ?, kissing, edging, testicle play, ass eating ( kinda ), ab riding, dry humping, degrading & praise kink, freaked out fr
riri's notes. being a chan bias is not for the weak i fear..💔💔 yes ik im like 7 months late on posting this
( SYNOPSIS ) after seeing chan's chiseled abs during the gda performance, you decide it's the perfect time to try out your kink & savour a sweet treat... and maybe get eaten too.
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dividers by: @suupersonic & @whor3ing
you were completely entranced by the sight of your boyfriend on your phone screen. not like you haven't seen him like this before—but this time was different. chan was feeling himself and honestly, as he should. your thighs clenched without you realizing it. you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the screen. sure you saw the other members, but your eyes were locked on your own boyfriend. god, why were you so turned on by him being shirtless?
you went to sleep aching, needy, & soaked. chan had been cooped up in the studio, completely unaware of his needy girlfriend. although he felt something was wrong since he didn't get his usual 'goodnight channie<3' text from you—he thought you were asleep.
the next day, you awoke with heavy arms wrapped around your waist, soft snoring filling your eardrums, and a gentle breath falling against your neck. chan. you rubbed your eyes trying to adjust to the streams of sunlight that fell through your blinds. chan shuffled around you and murmured your name. "y/n..?" you maneuvered to face him, "i'm here channie." you cupped his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips. when his eyes finally opened & you pulled away, a smile broke onto his lips. "morning princess."
whenever he wakes up, he doesn't even bother to hide the austrailan accent. it gets you wet every. single. time. you figured maybe you were ovulating, since everything this man did—even just breathing, turned you on.
chan pulled you back onto him, putting your face into the crook of his neck. you placed your palms on his chest, pushing back on him. “chan i wanna try something with you, but i don’t know if you’d like it.” you muttered, still looking at him.
he cocked his head to the side. “what is it baby?”
“putting whipped cream—like on your…abs..” your cheeks heated up instantly at your own words and you wanted to die in a hole.
“it’s because of that performance isn’t it?” he teased, booping your nose. chan didn't know that you were being completely serious. "what am i? a cake to you?" chan laughed, his eyes wrinkling as he did.
you didn't even answer. you just kissed him, needily. your hips absentmindedly chased his & you whimpered into the kiss that you, yourself, intiated. he kissed you back instantly, hands cradling your neck. chan groaned into the kiss, and slipped his tongue onto your lip, asking for permission. you allowed him in, feeling his tongue battling with yours—demanding dominance. but you weren't letting him win that easily. you pushed back against his chest, flipping you both over while still connected at the mouth.
chan pulled away for a second to breathe. "looks like i am a cake to you." you dove right back into his mouth, grinding your hips against his. you could feel a wet patch forming on your underwear. "hngh- fuck.!"
"humping me like a dog in heat? the morning just started baby." chan smiled at you, gazing at your pelvis moving back & forth. you muttered a quiet "shut up.", before picking up your pace.
although he was teasing you, chan had his own groans here and there. well that was until you stopped—completely.
an audible whine was heard from his throat, making you snicker at the role swap. "what? were you enjoying it? about to cum maybe?" you asked condensendingly. chan turned his head away into the pillows, which then led to you clutching his jaw & forcing it back towards your eyes. "on me. and fix your fucking face."
his cock twitched at your attitude. how could you go from a whimpering mess to brat tamer?
you removed yourself from his lap, slipping on your fluffy slides & starting to walk away. "w-wait! where are you going baby?" chan stammered, red rushing to his ears & neck. "don't worry i'm coming back." you said slyly, turning on your heel and walking out the door.
chan could almost suffocate himself with a pillow.
you padded over to the fridge and pulled it open. your eyes scanned the shelves until you found what you were looking for—whipped cream.
you snatched it from the fridge & began turning back to the bedroom. you appeared back into the doorway and chan let out an audible sigh, until he saw the whipped cream. "princess, you were serious about that?" chan questioned, sitting up with his buldge fighting against his sweatpants. "of course i was serious. you said that you're always wanting to try new things with me—and this is one of them. now unless you don't want to do this.. strip."
you enjoyed telling him what to do. he made it even more enjoyable since he was like a dog waiting for its owner to go and throw a stick. chan stripped almost immediately, as if waiting for this time to finally come.
you tossed the can of whipped cream on the bed and started undressing—painfully slow. you tugged at your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, revealing your plump breasts. your breasts sat pretty on your chest, almost glowing from the streams of sunlight falling against it.
"god, you're so beautiful.." chan said, getting up from the bed. he stood infront of you, resting his hands at the side of stomach. you stayed in your glory all this time until chan asked, "can i?" whilst tugging at your panties.
you nodded & chan fell to his knees. he was now face to face with your panty-soaked cunt. "smells so fucking delicious." chan’s veiny finger curled into lace and started pulling it down. mid way down your thigh, he replaced his finger with his teeth.
he looked up at you with those burning eyes of need. soon enough you stood bare infront of him.
“go to the bed.”
he obeyed, shrugging off his shirt in the process. clothes were scattered all over the floor. you placed your thighs on either side of him, and picked up the can of whipped cream. you were teasing him, you weren’t going to the spray the whipped cream yet. where’s the fun in that?
you kissed his pulse point, making chan let out a breathy groan. “right here channie?” you whispered, a sly smile decorating your face.
you moved your lips to make to stream of kisses down his torso; his pecs, sides, and most important part, his abs.
you perched your pussy ontop of the ridges of his abs and places your hands on his pecs for support. you grinded on them, letting your clit make delicious friction with his skin.
you moaned at the feel of his muscle on your ball of nerves. “fuck-“ chan’s hands found your waist and he helped guide you. “pretty girl making herself feel good on my abs yeah?” you nodded, moving your hips faster. breathy moans fell from your lips as your patterned motions fell sloppy.
chan's hands gripped your waist tighter, still forcing you to move. "ah- shit channie, m'so close!" you moaned, opening your eyes to look at him. his hands moved up to your tits, squeezing and flicking your hardened nipples. "y'gonna cum princess?"
you shook your head frantically at his question, snaking your own hand downwards to rub your clit. you came with a sharp cry of his name and a jolt of your thighs. "ngh- chan!"
he helped you ride out your high, making you continue to rub against his body. "all because of one performance y/n?" you smacked his chest lightly, a small smile jumping at your lips.
"m'not done yet." you said, hopping off of his abs, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. chan laughed, not fully believing you until he remembered something—the whipped cream can.
the clink of your nails against the can brought back the full memory. "oh- you were still serious?" he stammered, sweat beading across his hairline. "i've been serious about this. now, i'm giving you one last chance to back out—whipped cream or no whipped cream?"
chan didn't even think twice before answering.
"whipped cream."
your eyes lit up at his allowance. "good choice."
you were perched at the side of his body, holding the whipped cream can like a bit of a maniac. chan confirmed your plan for the last time. "go on baby, do as you please."
you put a stripe of whipped cream inbetween the valley of his pecs, down his abs that still had your cum on them, and the base of his cock. chan shivered at the coldness being put on his skin, but quickly adjusted to it. you kitten-licked a piece of the cream, before slowly licking it off of his skin. you looked up at him with those needy, lustful eyes all whilst doing it. "f-fuck you're gonna kill me one day." he whimpered. (yes he whimpers idc.)
you were on all fours, ontop of him, caging him in entirely. then, you dipped your head and stuck your tongue out, cleaning him up. you moved down slower at an agonizing pace, leaving chan to shiver under your muscle. "you can't go any faster baby? i'll be good i promise." chan mewled, hands clawing desperately at the sheets.
you pulled your head back up, "no, and be patient, or i'll stop."
that kept him quiet.
you kept going, further down his chest, on each ridge of his abs, and finally down to the base of his cock. you turned to sight to chan, who is sweating profusely. "so pathetic, but so cute." you giggled, finally licking off the cream from his dick. you swirled your tongue around his angry, leaking dip, making him squirm.
finally, you began bobbing your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could before gagging. you wrapped your right hand around the rest of his length and left around his testicles. you moved your right hand with the rhythm of your mouth, making chan groan.
“fuck baby.. y’feel so good- taking me so well.”
your hand clutched at his balls, squeezing and pulling them, eliciting a hiss from his lips. you pulled off of him, just to let a fat glob of your spit land on the head of his cock.
it made him shiver; the warmth of it, the view of your tits under the light that slipped threw the blinds. beautiful honestly.
you rubbed your spit all over his dick, making him whine. (YES HE WHINES IDGAF🤣) you put your mouth back on him, picking up your pace.
the tell-tale sign that chan was close was that his hips starting bucking. you slapped his pelvis area quickly, stopping his actions. “fuck- i’m sorry baby!”
eventually, his hot load of cum ran down your throat. you pulled your mouth off of him, but continued stroking him, riding out his high.
“feels good channie?” you asked, before he slurred his words, turning his head to the side. you grabbed his jaw, forcing it upwards so he could look at you, “eyes on me.”
his eyes shot open, “m’sorry, it feels so good-“
though now is where you started to overstimulate him. you still kept stroking his cock, making him shudder. his abs flexed under your repeated motion, and his hair stuck to his forehead from all the sweat on it.
“is it too much? should i stop pretty boy? hm?” you asked, running your finger down his length. “n-no, it feels good!”
“that’s good because i’m not stopping till’ you cum again.”
you began to pick up your pace again, forcing him to cry out your name & buck his hips wildly. “it’s too much! y/n- ngh!” though chan’s body betrayed him.
more spurts of his release came out, landing on your cheeks and lips. his chest heaved as he whispered “fuck, that was so hot..”
you took a finger to your cheeks, gathered all the cum and put it right on the plain of your tongue. you swallowed, looking straight into his eyes while doing so.
you crawled back up to his face and tapped his lips twice. “open.”
chan obeyed, parting his lips, waiting for your next instruction. you then let the mixture of your spit and his semen fall down into his throat. you closed his mouth with your finger, “swallow it.”
like the good boy he is, chan swallowed.
“good boy channie.”
after he swallowed, you captured him in a kiss, the remnants of his cum and the mix of both of you guy’s spit swirling around between your mouths.
chan sat up, one head on your jaw , the other running up & down your back. he groaned into the kiss, tilting your head back, sucking on your pulse point.
before you knew it, there was a dark spot blooming on the side of your neck. “all marked up f’me.” he breathed, before flipping you over onto your back, where his previous position was.
“now it’s my turn, i get to eat my own cake now.” he smirked, snatching up the whipped cream can.
chan’s tongue swirled around your right nipple first, biting, licking and then biting again. “o-oh fuck-“ you yelped, before the switched to the other one.
but chan gave you no time to recover, he put a fat mountain of whipped cream, right on your clit. you jolted at the temperature of it, squirming by the fact that he was just watching you suffer.
“you look so sweet baby.. maybe we should do this more often..” he teased, diving his between your thighs, licking the whipped cream off your ball of nerves.
chan lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders, keeping him locked onto your cunt. his rotation of sucking, biting, and tongue-fucking you had your body squirming. he snuck his thumb onto clit, circling it in perfect rhythm alongside his tongue.
“oh- ngh chan!” you yelped, feeling his mouth suck wildly on your nerves.
your hand snaked down to tangle into his blonde locks, tugging from the root at the raw pleasure his mouth was bringing you. chan lifted his head, stopping his movements, “yeah baby keep pulling, so fuckin’ sexy..”
you pushed his head back down onto your cunt and he laughed against it. the vibrations sent a which straight your spine, which caused you to buck your hips up.
you kept rolling your hips to meet his tongue and you swear you saw actual stars.
“shit! chan m’so close- please keep going! feels so g-good…” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair as you chased your orgasm.
registering your words, chan picked up the pace of his thumb running around on your clit, alongside his tongue thrusting in and out of you.
he also occasionally licked down to your asshole, pushing the tip of his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. you squirmed every time he did.
you eventually tipped right over the edge, your release gushing out of your sopping pussy and onto his face & tongue.
“fuck- ah! m’cumming, m’cumming, m’cumming channie fuuuckkk….!” you screamed his name, pushing his head onto your sex to ride out your high. your body was jerking violently as he kept going a little after your orgasm was over.
he thankfully lifted off of you, looking straight into your eyes, cum on his cheeks and lips- and then this idiot smiles. like actually fucking smiles should you’re still trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm you just had.
FIRST KISS WITH SEONGHYEON!
the cold air bristled against your cheeks and a shiver ran through you. you sat next to seonghyeon on a wooden park bench, all cute in your outfit that you’re currently wishing you reconsidered.
“cold?” you turned your head to him, nodding profusely. he laughing softly before shrugging his leather jacket off himself & handing it towards you.
“here, you need it more than me y/n.”
you took it graciously and put it around your own shoulders. you both stared into the night sky, gazing at the stars that lit the sky. “pretty.” seonghyeon said, breaking your gaze. “what is seong?” you asked, looking over at him.
“you. and- the stars too! i mean-“ he choked over his words, making you giggle. “thank you.” you accepted the compliment and scooted closer to him, letting your thighs & shoulders touch.
“body heat.” you quickly reasoned, your own face heating up. seonghyeon snaked a arm over you shoulders, “yeah, body heat.”
you both looked up at the stars for a couple minutes & shared a couple jokes until a comfortable silence fell over the both of you.
people walked past you both, some others also sitting on other benches. it seemed as if time slowed down around you two.
you both turned towards each other, and this time, no one looked away.
the once comfortable silence turned into a tense one. neither of you could turn away & eventually, you both leaned in and your lips press against each other’s. his hand cupped your cheeks and yours tangled in his hair, you both pulled away and smiled.
“that was perfect seonghyeon, thank you.” you said quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “you’re welcome y/n.” he smiled, resting his head ontop of yours.
(bonus)
back at the cortis dorm, seonghyeon quietly admitted that you two kissed. and that quiet confession turned into complete chaos.
martin yelled first, “YOU GUYS FINALLY KISSED?!”
then it was james, “MY SEONGHYEON IS ALL GROWN UP, MY Y/N TOO😕!” he had tears, yes. LITERAL TEARS. forming in his eyes.
all seonghyeon could do was sigh and make his way back to his room; still smiling from the feel of your lips on his.
now, before you sound like a ravenous animal, you did have a reason.
he released the curls…. and the bare face.
yes.
christopher bahng. bangchan of straykids.
you did what any other woman would, jump on him before he could even take his shoes off. “baby- woah! what are you-“ chan caught you, and held you up by the backs of your thighs.
you kissed his face silly, before moving to his lips and kissing them until they were swollen. “what’s got you like this? so ravenous princess..” chan couldn't help but smile at your affection for him.
your voice was muffled by the thickness & warmth of his neck. "gonna climb you like a tree- never let go...look so good." his giggles filled your ears, and you noticed the red blush blooming on his neck and ears.
finally, you pulled back; "you just look so good channie." chan's eyes widened a bit at your words, "what? that's it?" your lips touched his once more before answering back, "yes! like have you seen yourself?? the bare face, the fresh, natural curls... the dimples?!"
honestly, forget STAY. you yourself could be a whole fanbase. "baby.. this is what you're all worked up about?" he laughed, setting you back down onto the floor, before taking off his shoes, grabbing your hand and leading you into the kitchen.
you sat yourself comfy on the countertop as chan filled the space between your legs. chan’s calloused hands held your chin, making your eyes meet his.
your lips parted at the touch, letting out the breath you don’t even know you were holding. “silent now princess? thought you were gonna climb me like a tree? what about that, hm?”
the heat rose to your cheeks as you tried to turn your face away, only to held in place by chan’s hand. “you just- you can’t- ugh.” you pouted at your own loss of words.
“can’t what baby?” chan kissed you while still holding onto your chin, holding you in place. both of your lips moved in a harmony only a harp could make. his breath mingled and mixed with yours.
chan pulled away, leaving his lips smiling against yours. "fuck STAY, you're the only fan i need." he breathed, lifting you from the counter & throwing you over his shoulder. your shirt lifted, putting your ass next to his cheek. "shit, only my shirt and panties? you were waiting for this." you could only nod; still speechless from the kiss.
as he started walking, you couldn't help but let out a strangled whimper at the friction. it was causing your thighs chafe and put delicious movement on your cunt.
"can't even wait hm? so wet i can i smell it. just a desperate little princess are you?" chan whispered, patting your ass. he raised his hand, running it over your soaked panty. "ah- fuck channie.." chan laughed, "helpless little whore. m'gonna take care of you, don't worry."
uh oh, looks like the tables have turned. (not that you mind of course.)
