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[selena-soto]

Jurnee Smollett as Letitia Lewis LOVECRAFTCOUNTRY- 1.01 “Sundown”

[peachycheol]

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➸ summary: after a long semester of fleeting glances and teasing touches, you and chan are looking forward to your friend group’s weekend trip to the lakehouse, where both of you plan to finally let off some steam. ➸ genre: pwp, college!au, friends to lovers ➸ pairing: college student!chan x reader ➸ teaser warning: heavy make out, dry humping in bathing suits, slight nipple play, they’re really horny :p ➸ teaser w.c: 804 ➸ estimated w.c: ~6k  ➸ release date: may 2021 ➸ taglist: @simpforscoups​ (send an ask to me or @haechanblr​ if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

➸ author’s note: after a long wait, the first entry of the summer lovin’ collab with my love @haechanblr will soon be here! to thank you guys for being patient, i decided to give you guys a little sneak peek into the fic. i hope you enjoy!! love you peaches 🥰✨

“Where are you going?” Jeonghan calls you from where he is wading in the lake, just as you are about to slip away after Chan. The curious lilt in his voice does nothing to hide the knowing smile on his lips. “We were about to play some beach volleyball, and Seungkwan said he wanted you on our team!” 

“Oh, I uh—” You mentally curse yourself for stammering, which only makes Jeonghan’s eyes shine with even more mischievous delight. He knows damn well where you’re going. “I’m just going to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back, but feel free to start without me!” 

“But we need even teams to play,” Seungkwan whines. He’s already taking out the net he had packed. You nearly want to look up to the sky and ask the higher powers why they go through so much effort to prevent you from getting some dick. That is before Jeonghan finally offers a sliver of hope to you. 

“I’m sure they won’t make us wait too long,” Jeonghan says. “They’ll be back in 10? 15 minutes?” 

You gape at the senior. Months of waiting to get laid by Lee Chan and you will only have enough time for a quickie. That’s not nearly enough time to fulfill all the filthy promises you had made to him--  but then you imagine the relief of finally feeling Chan’s hands on you, ridding you of your swimsuit and taking you fast and hard against the kitchen counter, and the way you clench around nothing has you quickly relenting. “Yup, I’ll come back in 15 minutes!” 

“We also need a referee, so can you make sure that Chan comes too?” Seungkwan asks as he sets up. 

“Oh, I think they can definitely make sure Chan comes.” You hate that you’re the only one who catches Jeonghan’s eyebrow wiggle when he locks eyes with you. 

Thankfully you’re also the only one who catches his meaning, saving you from feeling any more heat and humiliation. “Sure thing!” you chirp, but your eyes are shooting daggers at Jeonghan who only lets out a delighted cackle. The sound echoes after you as you turn to finally run up the hill to the lake house.  

15 minutes, your ass. You’re going to take your sweet time. 

Once you reach the sliding glass doors, you spot Chan, who is very obviously not retrieving more sunscreen as he had stated. Instead, he is sitting on the couch of the downstairs lounge. Waiting. For you. You bite your lip in an attempt to contain your excitement, which is now bubbling pleasantly at the pit of your stomach, as you slowly slide the door open. 

“Took you long enough,” Chan says once your eyes meet, though his gaze quickly slides down, properly drinking in the sight of you in your bathing suit, which still clings to you from your dip in the lake. When his eyes return to yours, you see how his eyes have gone dark with the same want you have been bearing for months now. 

“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” You stride up to where he’s sitting, and he takes hold of your hips with impatient hands, pulling you into him as your lips finally, finally meet. 

Immediately, you move to straddle him, and settle on top of his lap with a small whine. The kiss is as desperate as it is indulgent as you both take the time to savor the feeling of lips and tongue and teeth with little breaths in between. Chan’s fingers feel warm as they slide over your torso in search of bare skin, pressing his hands into your ribcage and back down to your waist where he squeezes and pulls you closer.

“Fuck,” he grits out against your lips, guiding you to grind your hips over him again. Both your bathing suits leave little up to the imagination, and you let out a shaky moan when you  feel how he is already half hard in his swim shorts. Your own flimsy suit rubs against your clit deliciously, and you grab onto Chan’s shoulders for some sort of support as you quickly lose yourself in the small taste of pleasure. And unsurprisingly, you only feel hungry for more.

You reach down to take hold of one of Chan’s wandering hands and guide it to cup over your breast, nipples already pebbled and sensitive underneath the damp fabric. A shiver runs up your spine, a quiet whine slipping past your lips, once he runs his thumb over the nubs teasingly. “Ch-chan,” you plead, and he knows exactly what you’re begging for, but he just continues lightly grazing over your breast and pressing hot kisses to your throat. “We need to—mmh— w-we need to hurry.”

“Hurry? Baby, I’m just getting started with you.” 

[chilligyu]

we interrupt this program...

info: dino/reader, fluff, pg word ct: 800 | warnings: mild alcohol consumption (nothing excessive) summary: stay tuned, you don't want to miss this one

She was sitting at the bar on a Saturday night, a gin and tonic placed neatly in front of her. Time passed slowly as she watched couple after couple stroll in hand in hand, giggling over trivial things and causing bile to rise in her throat. Unconsciously, she rolled her eyes at the sight, sipping at her drink, waiting for someone who would never show up. Her own boyfriend. Her own stupidly famous boyfriend that was currently in stupid America touring with his stupidly famous stupid dance group.

Stupid dancers and stupid Lee Chan. She grumbled. Why did I ever get involved with him in the first place?

“Can I get you anything else? Something to eat, maybe?” The bartender asked her for the second time that night. “What would you like?”

Sighing, she shook her head. “Nothing. Unless you can get me a plane ticket that is.”

He snickered, placing another drink in front of her. “Sorry, this is all I’ve got. Hope it helps.”

Oh, it will.

Downing her first glass, her attention turned towards the TV above the bar. Of course, of course it was a broadcast of his group's performance. And it was live. She loved watching her boyfriend through a glass screen. Absolutely. Loved. It.

“Turn it up!” Someone shouted from the back.

Without meaning to, she groaned loudly, earning her some confused looks from the people around her. But, being the loyal and supportive girlfriend that she was, she watched them perform thousands of miles away. She watched the love of her life dance with everything he had, she watched him give the performance of his life. And as their number finished and the crowd roared in applause, she had to admit that she loved it. She really did.

Once they were done, they zoomed in on all the members, allowing them all to give their own speeches. When it came to Chan, she felt her heart race. Somehow, despite the fact that they’d been dating for two years now, he still had that effect on her. She was just that hopelessly in love with him.

“Is there something you want to say?” The announcer asked Chan. “Anything at all?”

He nodded cutely, giving the whole world that adorable smile of his. “Babe! I hope you’re watching! You better be watching! I’ve been texting you all day!”

She sat up straighter in her seat, pulling out her cellphone to see an unread message from him an hour or so ago. It was simple, making sure that she would watch the performance, paired with at least 83 hearts of varying shapes and sizes. And two pictures of him getting his makeup done.

“I love you!” He exclaimed suddenly, hiding his face behind his baggy sleeve. “I know I don’t see you a lot, I know you miss me and I want to apologize for that. I miss you too. So much. But I also want you to know that I appreciate all the late night texts, and all the times you facetime me to make sure I’ve eaten, you’ve stood by me through it all. You’ve stood with me through so much, I just have one last thing to ask of you.“

He paused for a second, looking to his fellow members for—something. Reassurance? Guidance? Encouragement? Courage?

“Will you—" He stammered, his face turning beat red. “Will you marry me?”

Caught off guard, she nearly spit her drink across the bar. And while the entire world either cheered in excitement or cried in despair, she struggled to reattach her jaw. Obviously she had heard him wrong, because if she heard him correctly—she didn’t want to think about it. There was no way—no way that Chan just proposed to her on live TV.

Fumbling for her phone, she dialled a very important number. She knew that she wasn’t going to get a hold of him, but someone on his management team was going to hand him a phone some way or another if they didn’t want her hopping on a plane and crashing their entire tour. Because she definitely would.

“Sunbaenim?” She asked. “I think you know who I’m trying to get a hold of.”

Looking back up at the TV, she saw a nervous assistant fuss with Jeongguk’s earpiece.

“Babe?” He said into his mic with a smile. “I assume you saw all of that.”

“Yeah.” She muttered. “I did. Thanks for that.”

He didn’t say anything for a second. “And? What do you say?”

“Well, if you want the honest truth.” She started, tapping her chin. “Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I love you. I’m trying to decide which I’m feeling right now.”

He chuckled easily. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“Ask me again when you get home, idiot.” She rolled her eyes. “No way I’m agreeing to marry you when you’re in America.”

“I get that.” He smiled, staring into the camera like he was staring right at her. “See you when we get home?”

“Yeah.” She blushed uncontrollably. “See you soon.”

[blushnote]

chan with rolled sleeves exposing his forearms is making me feels some *things* istg i want him to play with me in front of a mirror or sth phew

THIS IS SO PERFECT! chan would absolutely LOVE teasing you, watching you become increasingly flustered beneath his dirty words & actions. omg a quick plot: you visiting chan’s house for the first time after going out to dinner with his family. you’re alone with him in his bedroom. he’s tidying some things up as you sit quietly on his bed, though you can’t help but watch how he cuffs the sleeves on his white dress shirt, dragging his fingers through his black hair, how he loosens the tie around his neck & pulls it off. 

you’re just sitting there pressing your thighs together, pulling at the hem of your skirt, your body getting hotter by the minute. at one point chan catches you staring & he smirks, noting how you rapidly look away. he sees how much you’re squirming & grabbing your skirt, prompting him to tease you as he already knows just what you’re thinking about. you keep denying him, refusing to look him in the eye, until chan tilts your chin up & whispers into your ear, “why are you being so secretive? is it because you’re soaking through your panties right now, baby? you want me to touch you and make you cum, sweetheart? hm?”

chan makes you pull your skirt up and show him the wet mark against your underwear. you’re burning up terribly, though chan just smiles in delight & begins rubbing you with the heel of his palm. you’re so desperate you grab his wrist & start grinding against his hand, addicted to the satisfying friction. he doesn’t let you cum, instead making you sit between his legs in front of his long bedroom mirror. he’ll murmur, “show me how you touch yourself.” his fingers will soon take the place of yours once you discard your underwear.

he’ll squeeze three fingers past your swollen slit, snapping at you to watch in the mirror as he pistons them deep inside your heat, the heavy sound of your slick echoing throughout the room. chan will make you cum until your juices are spilling in a puddle all over the floor. if you try to look away for even a second, his free hand will grab your jaw & turn your head back toward the mirror. “look at how ruined your cute pussy is, hm?” he’ll purr as he rubs your clit, “is it too much for you, baby? or can you take it like my good little girl?”

[selena-soto]

[blushnote]

Who would love a S/O with a high sex drive?

chan: i honestly chose him since he’s the youngest, and i feel that he probably has the least experience on how to control his hormones. consequently, it’s ideal for him to have a vivacious partner who is just as eager for pleasure. the moment chan is alone with them, he can’t lie that his mind races to sex. even just the slightest touch or visual provokes him, such as a simple hand squeezing his thigh or watching his partner suck on a lollipop. it’s mostly going to be rough, aggressive sex because chan is so full of energy, but i guarantee in the morning when he’s all sleepy, he whines for his partner’s touch and turns into the perfect sub!

HOSHI: on god… soonyoung is a sex maniac. he just loves everything about getting his dick wet lol. additionally, he thrives off the reactions of his partner being pleased as well, so it’s the biggest win-win ever. he’s such a needy boy; even if him and his partner are simply snuggling together on the couch, it won’t be long before there’s something hard poking into their thigh. soonyoung is embarrassed for about point two seconds, but then a minute later there’s a messy make-out going on filled with tongue and teeth while soonyoung attempts to guide his dick inside them. soonyoung and his partner have probably fucked everywhere in the dorms, in his parent’s house, in the PRACTICE ROOM. pls this boy is so horny… ;w;

woozi: okay so i was sort of conflicted on whether to put him on this list, just because he can be a very lethargic person who appreciates his solitude. but on the slip side, i feel that jihoon has so much contained emotion needing release. he wants a partner that is able to read from his stature alone how he’s feeling and what he craves, because he’s not really one for openly admitting it. like sometimes he just wants his partner to come to the studio and suck his dick for a good hour, while on other occasions he yearns to come home, march into the the bedroom and just bury his face between their legs, making them come until they can’t even walk. (little sidenote: jihoon loves really soft sex where there’s so many gentle strokes and sweet praises. he needs this moment at the end of every week when he’s all tired out)

mingyu: i truthfully cannot finish this list without him. similar to soonyoung, mingyu is full of need and unrelenting energy. he’d love a partner that is absolutely down to take care of him, whenever and wherever he requires it. he’ll explode if he has to wait even a smidgen too long! he’ll straight up yank his partner into the nearest storage closet or empty, backstage room and start rutting into them, pushing his erection against their thigh and whimpering about how badly he needs them. mingyu is equally full of affection too. for him, a partner with a high sex drive is just another excuse for him to express how much he loves and trusts them!

[blushnote]

As much as Kim Mingyu has a breeding kink, I feel like Chan would also be just as bad as him. He’d just love the idea of filling you up until you’re leaking out of every hole and just praise how cute your moans are (maybe even just getting off of that).

you are so right… chan and his unrelenting intensity… you would be absolutely SCREWED if you caught him in the wrong mood! chan has a fairly competitive personality too, prompting him to give one-hundred percent in everything he does. also not to make this situation even worse but i feel like chan would secretly thrive off breeding you in his dorm room, while the members are sitting just down the hall in the main living space.

they would exchange the most perturbed glances with each other upon hearing you begin to wail and unabashedly moan; even the sound of the wooden bed frame colliding against the wall seems to echo loud as ever. chan has you face down ass up, his fingertips sunken into your hips while he snaps his cock into you, occasionally removing a hand to harshly grope your ass. his cum is just dripping everywhere down your thighs. it’s so sticky and wet between your legs too, super messy and filthy but chan swears it makes him harder. he’ll kiss up your shoulder to your ear, growling, “you sound so cute getting fucked like this, baby. makes me wanna breed you even more, yeah? until everyone knows who got you like this.”

to which you nod dumbly in acquiescence. you’re shivering and completely incoherent when chan turns you over on the sheets, your back arching as he starts to gently lick up the mixture of your arousal from between your thighs. you’re squealing and attempting to rotate your hips away due to the sensitivity, but chan holds you down with an iron grip. “calm down,” he coos, kissing your hip and pushing some of his cum back into you with his fingers, “i’m far from done with you. you’re not full until i say you are, sweetheart.”

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