Note:he’s my husband, okay 😭 and guys, my requests are open!! send me anything ‘cause I’m already running out of fic ideas :(
Bang Chan / Lee Know/ Changbin / Hyunjin / Han / Felix / Seungmin / Jeongin
Main masterlist / skz masterlist
Honestly, the more I think about Bang Chan, the more I’m convinced he’s the ultimate deception. Outside, he’s the perfect leader, responsible, caring, protective, always taking care of everyone. But in my head? Behind closed doors, he turns into something completely different. A calm, intense, insanely filthy dom who knows exactly how to ruin you in the best way possible.
I imagine him being super controlling in bed, but in that quiet, confident way that’s almost dangerous. He doesn’t need to yell or be aggressive for you to know who’s in charge. He uses that deep, raspy voice (especially after long hours in the studio) to whisper right against your ear, “Shh… be good for me, baby. Breathe. I know exactly what you need, and I’m gonna give it to you… but on my time.”
His dick… fuck. I’m convinced he’s packing around 17 to 18 cm, really thick, with a prominent vein running along the shaft and a pretty pink head that gets even more sensitive when he’s really turned on. It’s heavy, gorgeous, and curves slightly upward — perfect for hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back. He knows exactly what he’s working with and loves using it against you. When he pulls it out and you widen your eyes, he gives you that little smirk and says in a low voice, “Why the surprised face? Thought you couldn’t take all of it? Don’t worry… I’ll open you up nice and slow first, then I’ll give you everything.”
He’s such a tease. Even before properly taking your clothes off, he already has you soaked and desperate. He’ll kiss and suck on your neck, play with your nipples, run his big warm hands up your thighs while his fingers tease your pussy over your panties, pressing slow circles on your clit just to torture you. He chuckles softly when you start grinding against his hand and begging. Only then does he finally pull your panties aside.
When he goes down on you:
Bang Chan is ridiculously good at eating pussy. He spreads your legs wide, settles between them like he has all night, and starts licking you slowly from bottom to top. He sucks on your folds, pushes his tongue inside you like he’s fucking you with it, then moves up to your clit and sucks it perfectly while sliding two or three thick fingers deep inside, curling them right against your g-spot. He moans against your pussy because he genuinely loves the way you taste. The more you shake, pull his hair, and moan his name, the more intense he gets — sucking harder and fingering you faster until you cum all over his tongue. And even after you finish, he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking you softly through the sensitivity, making you whimper and twitch until he pulls another orgasm out of you.
When you suck him off:
He fucking loves it. Chan will sit on the edge of the bed or lean back against the headboard, spread his legs, and watch you with those dark hungry eyes while you kneel between them. He holds your hair firmly but gently at first, guiding you. When you start licking the head and running your tongue along the vein, he lets out a deep groan. “Just like that… fuck… go slow, I want to feel everything.” Once you take him deeper into your throat, he loses some of that control and starts fucking your mouth with slow, deep thrusts, groaning, “You suck me so good… such a perfect mouth… take a little more, baby.”
When he finally fucks you, he’s insatiable. He loves starting slow, watching your pussy stretch around his thick cock, but once you adjust he starts thrusting deep and hard. He’s obsessed with eye contact — especially in missionary with your legs over his shoulders. He pins your hands above your head and fucks you while looking straight into your eyes. He also loves doggy style, pulling your hair, spanking your ass, and pounding you deep. And against the wall? He’ll lift you like you weigh nothing and fuck you senseless, gripping your ass tight.
His dirty talk is on another level. He mixes sweet and filthy so well: “Look how your pussy is squeezing my cock… so greedy for me”, “You’re mine, you hear me? Only mine to fuck and fill up”, “You want me to breed you? Want your husband to pump you full until it’s dripping down your thighs?”
His breeding kink is really strong. When he’s close, he grips your waist tighter, thrusts deeper, and groans in your ear, “I’m gonna fill you up so much… want you leaking my cum… you want that, don’t you? Want your husband to breed this pretty pussy.” When he cums, he cums a lot — thick, hot spurts deep inside you — and he keeps slowly grinding afterwards, pushing it all in as deep as possible.
He has insane stamina. He can go for multiple rounds, and between them he’ll eat you out again, finger you, kiss you all over, and get you ready for the next one.
After everything, he switches straight back to soft Chris. He carries you to the bathroom, washes your hair gently, cleans you up carefully, brings you water, puts cream on all the marks he left, and pulls you into his arms under the blankets. He kisses your forehead, your nose, and your lips while whispering how perfect you were and how much he loves you.
In short: Bang Chan might be the sweet, responsible leader to everyone else… but with you, he’s a caring, possessive, filthy, and insatiable dom who knows exactly how to break you apart with pleasure and leave you completely addicted to him.
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Mini scenario just because I want to
You barely had time to catch your breath before Chan locked the studio door and pushed you against the wall.
His mouth crashed into yours — hungry, wet, and desperate. One of his hands gripped your thigh, pulling it around his waist as he pressed his body against you. The kiss was messy, tongues sliding together, his breathing already heavy.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he growled against your lips, voice rough and low. “Sitting there in that little skirt… teasing me like you didn’t know what you were doing.”
Before you could answer, he spun you around and bent you over the couch. He flipped your skirt up to your waist and yanked your panties down roughly. You heard the sound of his belt and zipper, then felt the heavy, warm weight of his cock rubbing against your soaked folds.
“Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he murmured, sliding the thick head up and down your pussy, teasing your clit. “So wet for me, baby.”
You pushed back against him, desperate.
Chan didn’t make you wait long. He gripped your hips and pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust. The stretch was intense, making you moan loudly as he filled you completely. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his cock throbbing inside you.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, voice strained. “This pretty pussy always takes me so well.”
Then he started moving.
Slow, deep strokes at first — pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making sure you felt every inch. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you filled the studio. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake.
“Chan— oh my god…” you moaned, gripping the back of the couch.
“Yeah? Feel good?” He leaned over your back, one hand sliding around to rub your clit while he fucked you harder. “You like when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”
He suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the emptiness. In one quick motion he flipped you onto your back on the couch, spreading your legs wide. His eyes were dark as he looked down at your dripping pussy.
“Need to taste you first.”
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was relentless — long, slow licks followed by fast circles on your clit. He sucked your clit into his mouth while pushing two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. He moaned loudly against your pussy, clearly loving the way you tasted.
You cried out, hands flying to his hair, hips grinding against his face. He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked harder, fingers pumping faster until your thighs started shaking.
“Chan— I’m gonna cum— fuck—”
He kept going, sucking on your clit until you came hard, moaning his name as your pussy clenched around his fingers. He didn’t pull away. He kept licking you gently through the orgasm, drinking every drop until you were trembling and oversensitive.
Only then did he stand up. His cock was rock hard, shiny with your juices. He climbed over you, lined himself up, and pushed back inside with one deep thrust.
This angle was even better. He fucked you harder, hips snapping against yours as he stared straight into your eyes.
“Look at me,” he ordered, voice rough. “Want to see your face while I fuck you.”
His thrusts were deep and powerful, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the studio. You could barely think straight anymore — only feeling how full you were, how perfectly he hit that spot inside you with every stroke.
He reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit again, fast and firm.
“Cum for me again, baby. Want to feel you squeezing my cock.”
You came hard for the second time, back arching, pussy pulsing around him. Chan groaned loudly, fucking you through it without slowing down.
“Fuck— you feel so good… so fucking good.”
He kept going, chasing his own pleasure. His thrusts became faster, more desperate. Sweat dripped down his neck as he pounded into you.
“Gonna cum inside you,” he growled, voice breaking. “Want to fill this pretty pussy up. You want that? Want me to breed you, baby?”
“Yes— please— cum inside me—”
With a deep, broken moan, Chan buried himself as deep as possible and came hard. You felt every pulse, every thick spurt of his cum flooding deep inside you. He kept grinding slowly, pushing it even deeper while kissing you messily.
For a moment, the only sound was both of you breathing heavily.
Chan stayed inside you, forehead pressed against yours, eyes soft again. He kissed you gently, completely different from how rough he’d been just minutes ago.
“You okay, love?” he whispered tenderly, brushing hair out of your face. “Did I go too hard?”
You shook your head, still dazed and satisfied. “It was perfect…”
He smiled softly, that sweet dimpled smile you loved so much, and kissed you again — slow and full of love. Then he carefully pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum slowly leaked from your pussy.
He grabbed some tissues and cleaned you up gently before pulling you into his arms on the couch. He wrapped you in his big hoodie and held you against his chest, pressing soft kisses to your forehead.
“My perfect girl,” he murmured, voice warm. “You did so well for me.”
He kept kissing you softly — your cheeks, your nose, your lips — while gently stroking your back.
“Rest a little,” he whispered against your hair, a small smirk appearing. “Because later… I’m taking you home and fucking you again. All night.”
You shivered in his arms, already excited for round two.
Bang Chan smiled and held you tighter, heart still beating fast against yours.
pairing. han jisung x fem!reader. genre. smut, minors dni. warnings. dry humping, sloppy sloppy kissing, sub!jisung. note. haven’t been able to get this out of my head all week so this is completely self indulgent 😓
thinking about making out with jisung. he’s nothing short of pathetic, following you around all day just begging for a taste. he swears he’s not gonna try anything, just a kiss and he’ll leave you alone!!
but it’s never just that with him - he gets too carried away to leave it at ‘just a kiss’. innocent pecks turning into long, sloppy kisses the second you fully give into him, and before you know it he has you caged underneath him on your sofa, whining and groaning against your lips. he can’t keep his hands to himself either, groping and squeezing all the pretty parts of you as he works your mouth open, pressing his hips down and slotting himself between your legs, cock already hard when you feel it bump against your clothed cunt. he can’t look you in the eyes when you pull away, opting to bury his head into your neck instead, leaving wet kisses against your skin as he continues to hump your clothed pussy.
“sungie, i thought you said you just wanted a kiss.” he’s whimpering into your neck, shutting his eyes in embarrassment as he feels his cock twitch at your mocking tone, continuing to rub himself lazily against you.
“can’t help it, just feels so good.” then he’s back on you, his kiss hungry and rough before he’s sitting back and coaxing you onto his lap instead, letting his head fall back onto the top of the couch and he just looks so fucked out from just a kiss. lets out such a pretty gasp the second you press down onto his thick cock again, greedily clawing at your hips to make you move. he finds it so hard to concentrate, really only thinking with his dick. the more heated everything becomes the more messy his kiss is, sloppy and wet and full of teeth. likes to pinch your ass sometimes to make you gasp into the kiss, letting his tongue slide in.
he loves making you just as desperate as he is, deliberately bumping your pussy with every deep grind of his hips, hands wandering underneath your shirt to grope at your tits, tilting his head to kiss you even harder, hungrier - just to hear all the pretty little sounds you let out against his lips.
and he’s just as loud, whimpering your name and breaking away from you every once in awhile just to roll his head back and let out the sluttiest little groan, hips twitching to sandwich his covered cock between your folds the best your soaked panties allowed him to. so you don’t think anything about the way he starts whining into your mouth when your lips are back on him, hands settling against his chest and pussy grounding itself against the length of his cock - until you were basically fucking him over his clothes, muffling all his cute cries and gasps. until you feel a wet warmth soak through his trousers and onto your thighs, breaking away from his lips to find his cock soft and crotch soaked.
“jisung, did you just cum in your pants?” he doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed, glancing up at you through glassy eyes and flushed cheeks as he moves you onto your back, settling his weight on top of you once again, hooking his fingers around the band of your panties.
“i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to. you just make me feel so good. let me make it up to you.”
the actual sweetest thing, completely husband material
he would put everything into this relationship, puts in THE MOST effort one possibly could (as he should), he just wants the absolute best for you
he would naturally take on a caring role, looking out for you, keeping you save, getting you anything you could possibly need or want
i think your relationship would be more private just because he doesn't want you dealing with press, paparazzi, toxic fans, etc.
but once you guys are completely committed, like to the point of marriage i could see a soft launch
due to him being busy literally of the time, you will find yourself at the studio quite often
he definitely feels so bad that he can't make as much time for you as he wants to, but he will always find a way to be with you
very into quality time and physical touch, like you just being in the studio with him makes him feel so at ease
savors every moment he has with you, as he is very busy and notices how you always find ways to see him, and you don't mind that he has to work :(
every time you guys are together you can count on him pulling you closer, because he loves being near you and touching some part of your body
feels so lucky to have you, especially that you put up with everything
you will never ever have to open a door, carry a bag, or touch the wheel of a car with this man around
he actually loves you so much it's crazy
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ lee minho
he loves through actions
he isn't always the most verbal when it comes to his feelings, but the way he takes care of you is how he shows he loves you
he is very attentive to what you like and don't like
it's almost crazy how in tune he is with you, knowing when you feel discomfort and need him
his love is shown through how he quietly makes the bed in the morning or do mundane tasks around the house without you having to ask
i also think he would be extremely protective
i'm talking always walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street or having a hand on you when out in public so he doesn't lose you
another way he would show is affection is through the little things
surprising you with things that remind him of you
whether it was a flower he found on the side of the road or maybe a little plushie
he is also very playful with you, never wanting to see you upset
wants to see you smiling without a worry in the world, so he's non-stop working towards having you be happy
also takes care of you even when you may not realize it, having his hand of the corner of a edge when you're trying to get something, putting a blanket on you when you fall asleep, or getting you things when you're laying down
he loves you so much, he just may not be able to express it as well through words
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ changbin
this man loves you with his whole being
he is very very playful and silly, so he's always trying to get you to smile and laugh
he loves being able to brighten your day, if you're having a bad day he will do anything to get your mind off of it
he is not afraid of affection at all
always has a hand on you, holding hands, rubbing your thigh, hugs, etc.
not afraid to be soft around you
we all know he tries to act tough but he's really so sweet, so when it's just the two of you i can guarantee he is turning into a big baby
i think he can also be very random
surprise dates, random gifts, you honestly never know what's coming next
would LOVE when you ask him for help, it makes him feel so manly
if you dare lift a finger he is always right there to stop you and do whatever you need to do
he loves when you go shopping so he can hold everything for you
so make sure when you go out you give him a little kiss on the cheek
he will get so unbelievably giddy, like you have him wrapped around your finger
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ hyunjin
i can't even explain how much i love this man
this man is an artist and with an artist comes a muse, and guess what, you're his muse
he definitely gifts you art for birthdays, holidays, anniversary, etc. along with other gifts of course
for sure nervous when first gifting you one of his pieces, but if you express how much you love it (because how could you not?) he'll be the happiest person in the world, will literally be so happy that you love it
he loves taking pictures
obsessed with candid ones, and will being a camera everywhere to capture these moments, he also has a folder saved on his phone dedicated to you
i don't think he would be very into pda, but wouldn't mind holding hands or locking pinkies with you
in private very touchy, loves cuddles and will pull you in to lay down all of the time
loves you playing with his hair, doesn't even care if you put it in braids or pigtails (when he had longer hair, now that it's shorter would love head massages)
he would be pretty affectionate around members and would always be holding your hand or brushing hair out of your face
i also feel like he would be very in tune with you, always getting you what you need/want before you even know
we all know he's a dancer, so he would definitely take you on little dates to the practice room and teach you some choreography
his eyes are always filled with so much love every time he looks at you or even if you're just mentioned
he loves you so much, so smiley around you
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ jisung
here we have another goofball
yet again trying to always get you to smile and laugh
it's genuinely his favorite thing ever
very spontaneous
coming up with the weirdest dates or activites to do
it's like that morning your home then later that day you are road tripping across korea to go do karaoke?
he is very supportive of you
no matter what it is, he is always right behind you ready to cheer you on
always reminding you of how much he loves you
anything that reminds him of you he is either giving it to you or sending it to you
which could either be so random or the strangest thing
like he could be sending you the most beautiful scenery with something like "all of this beauty in front of me and i can only think of you" or its some stupid random tiktok he found scrolling at 3am
loves physical affection
he would constantly be giving you hugs, kisses, or holding hands
he is so attentive with you as well, remembering anything and everything about you
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ felix
he literally cannot hide the fact that he's in love with you
his eyes and smile say it all, as he is constantly smiling with you around, and anytime he is looking at you his eyes just melt with his pupils forming hearts
loves physical touch, we all know it is one of his love languages, so expect loves of hugs, cuddles, and kisses
i think he would love cooking for you too, your opinion matters a lot to him, so everything he makes you will be getting a portion
baking dates!!! he would love to bake and cook with you, thinks it's so domestic and cute
your relationship is constantly filled with laughter and giggles
he would be the type of bf to send you reels and tiktoks at 3am and be like why are you not responding?
music is also a big part of your relationship
i could see him having so many different playlists for different occasions, and he definitely has one dedicated to you + a conjoined playlist with you
you 100% give him butterflies, it's literally the cutest thing
wants to spend as much time with you as possible, so i could see him inviting you to a lot of his events
loves taking you out of dates like: restaurants, cafes, walk in the park, picnic, etc.
he's so in love with you congratulations
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ seungmin
this is another one who would show love through actions compared to words
he is always there when you need him
a great listener or a shoulder to cry on, and he would never judge you for it
he may not be the best at physical affection, but he is always putting you first
very good at remembering the little things, what type of tea you like, favorite movie, or anything really
i feel like he is one where late at night when its quiet he would have very heartful conversations with you
gives very good advice or just there for when you need him
he would always make sure you are well
making sure you are taking breaks when doing something, making sure you are being fed, a massage when your muscles get sore
very dependable when you need him, there's never a moment when he wouldn't be there for you
sometimes he feels like he doesn't do enough for you, or that you would prefer someone who is more affectionate
but he knows you love him and he loves you
so he tries his hardest to show how much he loves you
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➺❥ jeongin
he is always wanting to spend time with you
pretty much wherever you are he is and vice versa
he can be silly goofy so he's always playing around you
whether it be actually playing games with you, or teasing you
i think he would be constantly on you, like latched on you
there's practically never a moment where he isn't hugging you, at least 90% of the time when you are with him he is hugging you from behind
he is very sincere and truly means everything he says or does, and takes everything you say or do to heart
he would love to go on dates with you
i think he would also switch it up a lot, so you wouldn't be doing the same thing every time
he one day you might be going shopping, an arcade, or a restaurant
i also think he would send you things throughout the day, little notes, or tiktoks he finds that remind him of you, or how he lets you know he is thinking about you
synopsis! — your boyfriend is so in love with you. from the soft glint in your eyes to the fabric of your shirt, there’s not a thing he would change about you. that is, until he sees you in his clothes. there’s no going back now… he’s fallen deeper in love.
an! — this took me longer than expected! hope you enjoy. i’m seriously in love with minho and i hope you can’t notice too much.
↬ CHAN
he finds you in the kitchen wearing his hoodie, sleeves enveloping your hands. the sight almost startles him, forcing him to put down his phone and study you. he doesn’t say anything at first, only watches as you stir your tea, your spoon is half-hidden in the soft fabric of his hoodie. when you finally look up, his face is pure awe. “you’re so adorable,” he murmurs, as though afraid to disturb the moment. his voice carries quiet wonder, as if this small thing has filled some unnamed corner of his heart. he steps closer and smooths the fabric over your shoulder, his touch featherlight. “it looks better on you,” he says, smiling shyly. you laugh and he tucks his chin against the top of your head, breathing in your warmth. he holds you so tightly. possessively. lovingly. later, when you fall asleep still wearing it, he presses his hand over your heart through the fabric and whispers, “keep it as long as you want. it feels like you’re keeping me.”
↬ MINHO
you’re padding around his apartment in one of his shirts, your hair still damp from the shower, humming to yourself. he leans against the doorway, watching with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “you know,” he says, “you’re getting awfully comfortable in my clothes.” you turn, raising a brow. “is that a problem?” he chuckles. “no. i’m just wondering when you’re moving in.” you blink up at him, half-smiling. “oh, is that an invitation?” he nods, stepping closer. “it’s more of an observation. because at this rate, half my wardrobe will already be in your closet.” you laugh, and he slips his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “i’m serious,” he whispers. “i like seeing you here. like this, like you belong.” you turn in his arms, hand resting against his chest. “you mean wearing your shirts and stealing your space?” he grins. “exactly that.” he presses a kiss to your hair and adds cheekily, “my space would feel so empty without you, little thief.”
↬ CHANGBIN
the first time he sees you in his shirt, he goes still. his world narrows to the sight of you standing by the window, sunlight catching in your hair, fabric draping loosely over your shoulders. his lips part as if to speak, but no words come. he just looks. you tease him, waving a hand in front of his face. “you okay?” he blinks out of his daze then smiles faintly. “you look…” he stops, shaking his head. “no. there isn’t a word for it.” he steps closer, reaching his hand out to touch you. his fingers brush the collar of the shirt, tracing where the fabric meets your skin. “it’s strange,” he says softly. “i wore this yesterday, and it was just a shirt. but on you…” you laugh, and he smiles at the sound. later, when you leave it folded by his bedside, he sits there for a long time staring at it—thinking of how it looked on you, of how something ordinary became extraordinary just because it touched you.
↬ HYUNJIN
he’s sitting on the couch reading when he hears you call his name. when he looks up, his book slips from his hand. you’re standing there in his shirt, sleeves rolled, collar slightly crooked. he stands without thinking, smoothing his hair, as if he needs to be composed for this moment. “you borrowed that?” he asks, and his tone is calm, but his eyes are bright with something softer. you nod, unsure if he likes it. he crosses the room slowly, stopping just short of you. “you’re too precious in it,” he says quietly, fingers brushing your wrist. he hesitates, then smiles faintly. “you know, i spend so much time trying to keep everything perfect. but you—” he gestures to you in the shirt, loose and unbuttoned at the cuffs, hair slightly messy—“you make everything perfect.” you laugh, flustered, and he looks down with a fond smile. “keep it,” he murmurs. “i’ll just have to buy more.” later, when you fall asleep still wearing it, he hugs you tightly to him, adoring your frame rising and falling in sweet, quiet perfection.
↬ JISUNG
he notices immediately. you’re curled up in his hoodie, the one you swore you didn’t take. he crosses his arms and pretends to be stern, though that familiar shit-eating grin already tugs at his mouth. “so that’s where it went,” he says. you look up, feigning innocence. “what?” he points at you dramatically. “my favorite hoodie. stolen in cold blood.” you giggle, but before you can speak, he strides forward, scoops you up, and spins you around. “you’re lucky you look this cute in it,” he says between huffs. your laughter fills the room, and when he sets you down on the couch, his forehead rests against yours. the teasing melts into something softer. “it’s kind of unfair,” he murmurs. “you make my clothes look better than i ever could.” you roll your eyes, but he keeps grinning. “fine, fine,” he says, “you win. but if you’re gonna steal my hoodie, i’m stealing you for the rest of the day.” he wraps his arms around you, tugging you closer. you sigh at him, “i never confirmed or denied, ji” you lean your forehead against his, pouting innocently, “but does this mean i get to keep it?” instead of responding, jisung’s hands start wandering over your shoulder, down to your waist. staring at you tenderly. when you think he’s about to kiss you, the soft traveling of his hands turns firm, sharp. the next thing you know you’re a ball of laughter and small, broken yelps as he violently tickles your sides. ribs shaking in your fit even after he stops, you sharply hit his side. the laugh still housed in your chest as you calm down. now, he’s so lucky he looks this cute, or he’d be in for some real trouble.
↬ FELIX
he comes home earlier than you expected and freezes at the doorway. you’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through your phone, one of his old t-shirts hanging loosely over you. his breath catches. it’s such a small thing, but it hits him like sunlight after rain. “that’s mine,” he says, laughing softly. you nod, teasing. “yeah. you left it in my drawer, remember?” he rubs the back of his neck and grins, flustered. “i didn’t think i’d ever see it on you.” he looks away, the sight feels too intimate to take in all at once. he’s smiling, but his hands twitch a little, uncertain what to do. you walk over and tug at the shirt’s hem. looking up at him, “you don’t like it?”, you ask teasingly. he meets your eyes, and whispers. “no. i love it. i just… don’t know what to do with how much i love it.” he laughs at himself, embarrassed, and you laugh too. he hides his red cheeks behind a hand but you can see just how flustered you’ve made him. stepping up to him, you gently move his hand away from his face, placing a swift kiss right where it had been, then placing his hand back. he turns to you grinning, “how are you so cute? i’m going to have a heart attack.”
↬ SEUNGMIN
you wear his hoodie one quiet morning, thinking nothing of it. he sees you and freezes. there’s something in his eyes that wasn’t there before. he steps closer, brushing a hand against your sleeve as if to prove you’re real. “hey, that’s not yours,” he says, and his voice is small. the obvious statement making you want to giggle at him. you smile. “it was cold.” he swallows hard. “you should keep it. please, i mean.” he laughs under his breath, but it sounds like a confession. “it’s stupid, but i need to see you wearing that all the time. you’re adorable. perfect, even.” you try to bite back the smile forming on your lips, “you’re right it’s stupid”. he scoffs and walks over to you, eyes never tearing from you clad in his clothes. even though you think he’s being cheesy, you take his hand, gently, and tell him you’ll wear it until it falls apart. that makes him smile so sweetly and gently. later, when he hugs you, he tugs at the fabric again, whispering, “don’t give it back yet. not ever, maybe.” he doesn’t mean the hoodie. he means this—the nearness, the safety, the warmth you both carry now that you’re together. you lean against him, “i wasn’t planning on it, stupid.” the sound of the two of you laughing fills the air.
↬ JEONGIN
you’re wearing his old hoodie, the oversized one with the fading logo he refuses to throw out. he walks in, squints at you dramatically, and points like a detective mid-case. “aha. the culprit!” you grin, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” he gasps theatrically. “a liar and a thief.” he throws a small throw pillow at you, shouting, “put your hands in the air! we’ve caught you red-handed.” you dodge and giggle at his antics, that sweet sound is all it takes for his fake outrage to melt. he crosses the room and pulls you into a hug, his laughter muffled against your hair. “you’re ridiculous,” you tell him, and he hums in agreement. “yeah, but i’m ridiculous for you.” he rocks you gently, pressing his chin to your head. “you know,” he murmurs, “if you wanted more of my clothes, you could just ask.” you tilt your head up, smiling. “oh, could i?” he nods, grinning. “in fact, take them all. i want to see you in every hoodie i own. scientific purposes.” “what kind of scientific experiment are you running?” you run your hands through his hair. you both laugh, but when he looks down at you again, his smile softens. “well, so far... that one suits you most. maybe because it smells like me. or maybe because it looks like home.”
for chan and minho, the walk of shame is non-existent.
even in the shared dorms where your cries and moans can be heard by the younger members. even when they know someone is in the room next door; the knowledge of others possibly (most likely) jerking their cocks off fuels them.
they would walk out of your bedroom to grab you a glass of water and your favourite snacks, with their boxers hanging loose on their waist, their hair tousled, their lips swollen, scratch marks cascading their backs and shoulders, their necks painted with fresh, territorial marks — they will show it all off. they love the stares of awe they receive from others — they love it most when they can spot the tent in the boxers of those who are pretending to watch the movie in front of them, or for some, cushions accompanying their lower region. minho’s the cocky one, making a show of walking to the couch, squeezing seungmin’s shoulders, “were you guys here the whole time? i swear i heard you in your room..”, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck as a smirk grew on his face. chan would sometimes even get the door when the postman knocks, scribbling a rushed signature on the slip as the postman’s gaze drifted up and down his body. “thanks, have a great day!” chan would wave, a manic grin on his face as he felt a tent hitch in his boxers just a little thinking about how, next time, he will fuck you by the door while the postman is outside.
𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙀::After a long, exhausting day, all Felix wants is rest. But when you join him in bed, unspoken desire takes over. You take control, riding him slowly and deeply until pleasure is all he can feel.
𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎:: pwp,overstimulation,submissive Felix / Dom Reader,creampie,dirty talk / begging
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Felix pushed open the door to his room with a soft sigh, shoulders slumped under the weight of the day. Practice had been brutal—hours of choreography that left every muscle screaming, followed by vocal sessions that strained his voice until it felt raw. His bleached hair was messy from running his fingers through it too many times, and the oversized black hoodie he wore hung loose on his frame, doing little to hide how drained he looked.
He kicked off his shoes and collapsed face-first onto the bed, groaning into the pillow. “Fuck… I’m so tired,” he mumbled, voice muffled. But even as exhaustion pulled at him, a familiar heat stirred low in his belly. His cock twitched against the mattress, half-hard already, the result of too many hours of pent-up tension with no release. He hadn’t seen you properly in days. Just quick texts and stolen glances during visits to the company building. Now you were here, waiting for him like always.
The door clicked shut behind you as you stepped inside, locking it quietly. You’d come over after his last message—Come over? Miss you—knowing exactly what he needed even if he hadn’t said it outright. Felix turned his head, one freckled cheek pressed to the pillow, and his eyes softened when they landed on you.
“Baby…” His voice was hoarse, laced with both fatigue and something deeper. “You didn’t have to wait up.”
You crossed the room without a word, crawling onto the bed and straddling his hips from behind at first, your hands sliding under his hoodie to rub soothing circles along his back. His muscles were tight knots under your palms. He let out a low, appreciative hum, pushing back into your touch.
“Rough day?” you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the nape of his neck.
“The roughest.” He shivered when your lips brushed his skin. “Just wanna sleep… but my body won’t let me.”
You felt it then—the growing hardness pressing against your thigh as he shifted beneath you. Felix was always so responsive, so easy to read. Even exhausted, his cock was filling out, thickening against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. You smiled against his shoulder and rocked your hips once, teasingly.
“Seems like one part of you still has energy,” you murmured.
Felix let out a breathy chuckle that turned into a quiet moan. “Can’t help it… been thinking about you all day.”
You sat up, gently urging him to roll over onto his back. He obeyed with a tired grunt, arms falling limp at his sides as he looked up at you with those beautiful dark eyes, pupils already blown wide with want. His lips were parted, pink and inviting, and a flush was creeping up his neck. The sight of him like this—spread out, needy, yet so clearly worn out—sent a rush of heat straight between your legs.
You peeled his hoodie off slowly, revealing the smooth planes of his chest and the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin from the long day. His nipples were already pebbled, and when you dragged your nails lightly over them, Felix arched with a sharp gasp.
“Fuck… sensitive tonight,” he breathed.
“Good,” you replied, leaning down to take one into your mouth, sucking gently while your hand trailed lower, palming the impressive bulge in his pants. He was fully hard now, thick and straining, the head leaking precum that soaked through the fabric. You squeezed him through the material, feeling him throb hotly against your palm.
Felix’s hands finally moved, sliding up your thighs to grip your hips. “Please… I need you. Don’t wanna think anymore. Just you.”
You kissed him then, deep and slow, tongues sliding together as you worked his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his lower stomach—long, veined, and flushed a deep pink at the tip. The sight made your mouth water, but tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight you wanted to take care of him, to ride him until the only thing left in his head was pleasure.
You stripped quickly, tossing your clothes aside, and climbed back over him. Felix’s eyes widened as you positioned yourself, hovering just above his aching length. Your pussy was already slick, dripping with arousal from watching him fall apart under your touch.
“Baby, you’re so wet,” he groaned, hands tightening on your hips. “Did you miss me that much?”
“Always.” You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his thick cock and stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the bead of precum over the head with your thumb. Felix’s head fell back against the pillow, a broken moan escaping his lips. His abs flexed, freckles standing out against flushed skin.
You lined him up, rubbing the swollen head through your folds, teasing your clit with it until you were both trembling. Then, with a shared breath, you sank down.
The stretch was exquisite. Felix was big—thick enough that you always felt it, every inch dragging against your walls as you took him deeper. You moaned loudly, nails digging into his chest as you bottomed out, your ass flush against his thighs. He filled you completely, pulsing hot and heavy inside you.
“Shit— so tight,” Felix whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. “You feel so fucking good… always so perfect for me.”
You stayed still for a moment, letting both of you adjust, savoring the way he throbbed deep in your cunt. Then you began to move—slow, rolling grinds of your hips that made his cock drag deliciously against that sweet spot inside you. Felix’s hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples as you rode him.
Your pace was deliberate, torturously slow at first. You lifted almost all the way off before sinking back down, clenching around him on the way. Every downward stroke pulled filthy, wet sounds from where you were joined, your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls.
Felix was a mess beneath you—pretty face contorted in pleasure, lips bitten red, deep moans and whimpers spilling out with every roll of your hips. “Faster… please, I— ahh— need more,” he begged, voice cracking.
But you kept the rhythm steady, leaning forward to kiss him again, swallowing his cries as your breasts pressed against his chest. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis with every grind, sending sparks of pleasure through you. You could feel him getting impossibly harder inside you, the veins along his cock pulsing as you squeezed him rhythmically.
“God, you’re so deep like this,” you gasped against his mouth, picking up the pace just a little. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder as you started bouncing properly, your ass jiggling with each drop onto his cock. Felix’s grip on your hips turned bruising, helping guide you, thrusting up weakly to meet you.
His eyes were glassy, fixed on the sight of his cock disappearing into your dripping pussy over and over. “Look at you… taking me so well. Fuck, I’m gonna— I’m close already.”
“Not yet,” you whispered, slowing again, torturing him with long, sensual strokes. You wanted this to last. You wanted to wring every ounce of tension from his body. One hand slid up to thread through his hair, tugging gently as you rode him harder, your walls fluttering around his thick length.
Felix let out a broken sob of pleasure, head tossing against the pillow. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his freckles glistening. His cock twitched violently inside you, and you knew he was fighting to hold back, wanting to make it good for you too.
You sat up straighter, changing the angle so he hit even deeper. Your hands braced on his chest as you rode him with purpose now—fast, wet bounces that made your tits bounce and your moans fill the room. Felix’s hands moved to your ass, spreading you open as he stared down at where you swallowed him whole.
“So fucking pretty… my perfect girl,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Ride me just like that— yes— fuck, I love how you feel around me.”
The coil in your belly tightened fast. Every drag of his cock against your g-spot, every brush of your clit against him, pushed you closer. You reached down between you, rubbing your clit in tight circles as you slammed down onto him again and again.
Felix’s moans grew louder, more desperate. His thighs trembled beneath you, balls drawing up tight as his orgasm built. “I’m— I’m gonna cum— baby, please— cum with me—”
You clenched hard around him, the pressure overwhelming, and shattered first—your pussy pulsing wildly around his cock as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. Your juices gushed out, soaking his pelvis and the sheets below.
The feeling of you cumming pushed Felix over the edge right after. With a guttural groan, he thrust up hard, burying himself as deep as possible as he came in thick, hot spurts, flooding your cunt with his release. His whole body shook, eyes rolling back, lips parted in a silent cry of ecstasy.
You kept riding him through it, milking every last drop until he was whimpering from overstimulation, his cock still twitching inside your messy, cum-filled pussy.
But you weren’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
You stayed seated on his cock, feeling the warm mix of your combined releases leaking out around where you were still joined. Felix’s chest heaved beneath you, his freckled skin glistening with sweat, eyes half-lidded and hazy from the intensity of his orgasm. His hands trembled on your hips, but he didn’t try to move you. Instead, his pretty lips parted in a soft, wrecked whimper as your walls fluttered around his sensitive, spent cock.
“Baby… fuck, that was— I can’t…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, already slipping into that sweet, submissive tone you loved so much. Even exhausted, he looked up at you with those wide, needy eyes, completely at your mercy.
You smiled down at him, rolling your hips in a slow, teasing circle, feeling him twitch and start to harden again inside your cum-slick pussy. “You’re still hard for me, Lix. Such a good boy. Think you can give me more?”
Felix nodded frantically, his bleached hair sticking to his forehead. “Yes— please. I’ll do anything. Just… use me. I’m so tired but I need you. Need to feel you riding me again. Please don’t stop.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you. You lifted yourself slowly, letting his cock slip almost all the way out, the obscene wet sound of cum dripping onto his thighs filling the quiet room. Then you sank back down hard, taking every inch in one smooth motion. Felix’s back arched off the bed with a broken cry, his fingers digging into your thighs.
“Ahh—! Too much— it’s so sensitive… but don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop,” he begged, voice cracking beautifully. His cock was fully hard again, stretching you open, the mix of his cum and your wetness making everything slippery and filthy.
You braced your hands on his chest and started riding him properly this time—deep, powerful bounces that made your ass slap against his hips with every drop. His thick length dragged against your walls perfectly, hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. Felix’s moans were loud and unrestrained now, no longer caring if the other members might hear.
“God— you’re so tight, so warm… filled with my cum and still taking me like that,” he whimpered, eyes rolling back. “Please— ride me harder. I want to feel you use my cock. I’m yours, baby. All yours.”
You leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, tongues sliding desperately as you ground your clit against his pelvis. Your breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive. Felix’s hands roamed up your back, but they were weak, submissive, simply holding on as you controlled the pace.
“Beg for it,” you whispered against his lips, slowing your movements to torturous grinds.
Felix let out a desperate sob. “Please… please fuck me. I need it so bad. My cock is aching for you— I’ll be so good. I’ll stay still and let you use me however you want. Just please let me cum inside you again. Fill me up with your pussy— I can’t think, I just need you riding me until I can’t take it anymore.”
His submissive pleas made you clench hard around him. You sat up straighter, hands planted on his abs for leverage, and began bouncing faster. The wet, squelching sounds of your cum-filled cunt swallowing his cock echoed obscenely. Felix’s eyes were glued to the sight—watching his veined shaft disappear into your dripping folds over and over, creamy white cum coating his length and dripping down to his balls.
“Look at the mess you made,” you teased, reaching down to rub your clit while you rode him. “Such a needy boy, cumming so much the first time.”
Felix’s head tossed side to side on the pillow, freckles standing out against his flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry— I couldn’t hold it. You feel too good. Please… I’m your good boy. Let me make you cum again. Use my cock, ride it harder— fuck, I’ll beg all night if you want.”
You rewarded him by slamming down particularly hard, grinding deep so his cock pressed right against your cervix. A loud moan tore from your throat as pleasure shot through you. Felix’s thighs trembled beneath you, his balls tight and heavy.
“More— please, more,” he chanted, voice breaking into high-pitched whimpers with every bounce. “Deeper— ahh fuck— I can feel you squeezing me. You’re gonna make me cum again so fast… please don’t slow down. I’m so close already, but I’ll hold it for you. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be your perfect little slut tonight.”
His words were pure filth wrapped in desperate submission, and it drove you wild. You rode him relentlessly now, ass jiggling with the force of your movements, tits bouncing freely. Sweat slicked both your bodies, making your skin slide together perfectly. You reached back with one hand, fondling his balls, rolling them gently as you fucked yourself on his cock.
Felix’s eyes widened, a guttural moan ripping from his chest. “Oh god— yes, touch me there. Please— I’m so full, so sensitive. Your hand feels so good. Don’t stop riding me. I need to fill you up again. Want my cum leaking out of you for days.”
You pinched one of his nipples, rolling it between your fingers while continuing those punishing bounces. Felix cried out, back bowing off the bed, completely lost in pleasure.
“I’m begging you— let me cum. Please, baby, I can’t hold it. Your pussy is milking me so good. It’s too wet, too hot— I’m your toy. Use me. Cum on my cock and let me fill you. Pleasepleaseplease—”
His begging turned into incoherent whimpers as you clenched around him rhythmically, your own orgasm building fast. You rubbed your clit furiously, slamming down onto him again and again, the head of his cock kissing your deepest spots with every thrust.
“Cum for me, Lix,” you commanded, voice husky. “Fill me up like the good boy you are.”
That was all it took. Felix’s whole body tensed, his pretty face contorted in ecstasy as he came hard for the second time. Thick ropes of cum shot deep into your cunt, pulse after pulse, so much that it overflowed immediately, dripping down his shaft and soaking the sheets. He wailed your name, voice completely wrecked, tears of overstimulation gathering at the corners of his eyes.
You followed right after, your orgasm crashing over you in powerful waves. Your pussy spasmed violently around his pulsing cock, gushing slick and cum around him as you kept riding through it, prolonging both your pleasure. Felix’s hands clutched at your waist, holding on desperately as he shook beneath you.
Even after his orgasm faded, you didn’t stop. You kept moving, slower now but deep and deliberate, overstimulating his sensitive cock. Felix’s whimpers turned into sobs of pleasure-pain.
“Too much— fuck, it’s too sensitive… but please don’t stop. I can take it. Keep using me. Ride my cock until you’re satisfied. I want to feel you cum again on me. Please— I’m still hard for you. Look what you do to me.”
His cock was indeed still firm inside you, though twitching wildly from the overstimulation. You leaned down, biting gently at his neck, sucking marks into his pale skin as you rolled your hips in sensual figure-eights.
“You’re so pretty when you beg,” you murmured, licking the sweat from his collarbone. “My sweet, submissive Felix. Tell me how much you love being ridden like this.”
“I love it— love it so fucking much,” he gasped, voice hoarse and broken. “Love being under you, letting you take whatever you want. My cock is yours. My body is yours. Please keep fucking me. I don’t care how tired I am. I need you to drain me completely. Make me cum again— please, I’ll do anything. I’ll eat you out after if you want, clean up every drop. Just keep riding me. Harder— faster— please.”
You granted his wish, sitting up and bouncing with renewed vigor. Your hands pinned his wrists above his head, holding him down as you used his body. Felix moaned loudly at the restraint, hips jerking up weakly to meet your drops, completely submissive and pliant.
The room filled with the sounds of sex—wet slapping skin, filthy squelching from your cum-drenched pussy, and Felix’s endless stream of desperate pleas and moans.
“Fuck— right there— you’re so deep on me. I can feel everything. Please cum again. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you do. I’m so close again already— your pussy is ruining me. I love it. Ruin me more. Please—”
You released his wrists and sat back, changing the angle so his cock dragged perfectly against your g-spot with every movement. One hand went to your clit, the other to his chest, pinching and teasing his nipples as you rode him mercilessly.
Felix was a complete mess now—tears slipping down his temples, lips swollen and red from biting them, voice reduced to constant broken begging. “I’m gonna cum— again— please let me. I can’t hold it. You’re too good. Too perfect. Ride me— yes— just like that. I’m your good boy. Your slut. Pleaseplease— ahh fuck— cumming—!”
His third orgasm hit him like a freight train, weaker this time but no less intense. He spilled what was left of his load deep inside you, body shaking uncontrollably, pretty moans turning into hoarse cries. You clenched around him and came hard once more, soaking his cock and pelvis with your release, grinding down to ride out every last wave.
Finally, you slowed, collapsing forward onto his chest. Felix’s arms wrapped weakly around you, holding you close as you both panted, bodies slick and trembling. His cock was still buried inside you, softening slowly in the warm, messy heat of your combined cum.
“Thank you…” he whispered against your hair, voice utterly spent but full of adoration. “I needed that. Needed you. I’m yours… always.”
You kissed his sweaty forehead, smiling as he nuzzled into you, already drifting toward sleep despite the overstimulation. But you knew, if you wanted more, your sweet, submissive Felix would keep begging for it all night long.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who is in love with the idea of casual intimacy. it's not just about the big gestures, it's about the constant reassurance that you are here.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who wakes you up by gently booping your nose with his own — soft, sleepy giggles escaping him when you grumble and pull him into a morning cuddle.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who absolutely loves it when you give him an 'angel kiss' before he leaves for work. you get on your tiptoes, pressing sweet kisses onto his eyelids, saying the angels will keep him happy throughout the day.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who picks you up the instant you run up to him after a full day of not seeing each other. his arms envelope you as you sigh sweetly into his chest.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in until he has his fill, until his lungs memorise your scent.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who follows you into the kitchen for a glass of water — not because he’s thirsty — but because the thirty-second walk alone felt too long.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who locks his fingers with yours as soon as you are outside, swinging your hands as you walk to the nearby convenience store.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who purposefully leaves his jacket at home so he has an excuse to huddle under yours — sharing the same fabric as he pulls you flush against his side.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves to rest his head on your shoulder during long car rides — his fingers fiddling with your rings as he hums softly to the radio.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets a tiny, triumphant smirk whenever you subconsciously reach for his hand — loving that your body seeks him out just as much as his seeks yours.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who traces the lines of your palm with his thumb while you're talking to someone else — a quiet, rhythmic grounding technique that keeps him tethered to the moment.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets giddy when you ask him to compare hand sizes — any chance to touch you — his hand standing taller against yours.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who kisses your shoulder whenever he sees you standing in front of the mirror after you put on a new outfit, whispering how beautiful his angel looks.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who sits all smiling and flustered as your hands come up to hold his face. you press soft kisses to his cheeks, nose, and finally his lips.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets all shy and heart-eyed when you pull him down by his collar for a surprise kiss — the sudden proximity making his brain short-circuit in the best way.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who peppers your face in kisses when he sees you looking at him with that face — the face you make when you have missed his touch for too long.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who can't resist you, rushing to smother your face with kisses until he has his pretty girl blushing and giggling in his arms.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who laughs when you pout and huff, hands crossed on your chest, when he dodges your hugs just to see that adorable expression on your face.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who pulls you into his lap at every possible opportunity, loving the softness of your body against his — the warm weight calming his soul.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves when you ask him to put his head on your lap. you love playing with his hair, fingers carding through it as his eyes flutter shut at the sensation.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who makes a soft, whining sound in the back of his throat if you stop scratching his head for even a second — nudging his head back under your hand.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who has the cutest habit of tracing hearts onto your thighs, pretty fingers roaming as he murmurs sweet praises into your ear.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves the 'leg lock' — hooking his legs over yours while you both work on your laptops — ensuring that even when you're busy, you’re still physically connected.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who insists on 'helping' you wash the dishes just so he can stand right behind you — his arms looped loosely around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who claims he’s 'too cold' just so you’ll wrap your arms around him — sighing in relief as he melts into your warmth.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who knows you love his biceps, so you can't help but blush a pretty pink when he wraps you in his arms, your gaze drifting to his biceps straining against the sleeves.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves the idea of bathing together, sighing as you work the shampoo onto his scalp while he holds you by the waist.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who leaves no opportunity to pull you into him whenever you head to bed, your head resting on his chest, your breath subconsciously calming as you feel his warmth.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing softly against your shoulder as he sways you side to side.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who knows when you've turned over in your sleep, so he wakes up, moves to your other side, and snuggles into your chest.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who has to have 'pinky contact' even when you’re sleeping on opposite sides of the bed — just a tiny hook of your smallest fingers to know you’re still there.
clingy bf.ᐟjisung who finally falls asleep with his fingers still curled into the hem of your shirt, a soft smile on his lips because he knows that when he wakes up, you will still be right there in his arms.
kysa's note: my first fluffy post and requested by my dear 🪐 nonnie 𖹭 i had so much fun making this — (cuz yes i'm clingy and i love clingy bbs) and you'll be seeing loads of fluffy from me now >.< lemme know your thoughts in the comments below — hope you enjoy .ᐟ xoxo
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₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will pull you up for a passionate kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting himself on your lips, groaning loudly as he already feels the blood rushing back to his cock
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₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will say the filthiest things once he feels how wet you are for him. no matter how badly he would like to tease you, his fingers slip inside you almost immediately, driven by pure instinct
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will continue making out with you, ignoring your whimpers as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, getting hard again by the mere wet sounds
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will notice your legs starting to get weak as you try your hardest to stand straight, your hips rocking into his hand
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will have a look of fake pity on his face as he groans "is it getting hard to stand, love? not to worry, i'll hold you up." then moves his hand from your face around your neck, his strong grip pinning you further against the wall, holding you in place
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will cut off your airflow until you get light-headed, promising that he will release you if you come for him. once he feels your walls clenching, he curls his fingers, stroking the exact right spot deep inside you
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who loves when you come around his fingers, loosening his grip around your throat the slightest bit, guiding you through your orgasm. but he doesn't release you from his grip, "didn't say how many times i want you to come for me." and he's not stopping after you come down from your high. he continues fucking you with his fingers, his thumb taking care of your overly sensitive clit
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who loves when the overstimulation makes you cry. he will kiss the tears away while whispering the filthiest praises against your cheeks, finger-fucking you until you scream his name. only when he thinks you've had enough orgasms will he let go of you
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will help you walk over to the bed, making sweet love to you after. that is if you behaved. disobeyed him in any way? tried to tease him? had the wrong look on your face? he will drag you over by your hair, pushing your face down on the mattress, arse up. and he will fuck you raw
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will rail you from behind until you can't hold yourself up anymore, collapsing onto the bed, with him fucking you into the mattress. if you try to muffle your sounds, he will grab your hair and pull your head back, making the sounds escape your throat even louder
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who needs you to come around his cock before he can blow his load into you. he loves being buried deep inside you when he comes
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will place soft kisses on your back, whispering soft praises against your skin before he gets a damp cloth to clean you up. sometimes the sight of his cum dripping out of you is enough for him to curse under his breath, realising the night is far from over
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who always makes sure you have everything you need. once you're cleaned up, he'll snuggle up to you, holding you close against him, still catching his breath, plastering soft kisses on your face and your head
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who will remind you to go pee after the sex and will fetch you some water in the meantime
₊˚⊹ sweet boyfriend jeongin who can't stop telling you how much he loves and appreciates you
