Hihi!! I love your work soso much, was wondering if you could do pervy hyunjin headcannons:)!
love love perv!hyune, this got kinda dark so please heed the warnings <33
cw. this post contains dark topics, reader discretion is advised. perv!hyunjin, noncon and dubcon, perversion, somnophilia, drugging, possessive and yandere behavior wc. 1300 minors dni.
perv!hyunjin who plays the part of your sweet best friend, the roommate who shares his ramyeon with you at 2 am and comforts you when you go through another shitty breakup. but in reality he spends every night staring at the thin wall that separates your rooms, jerking off to the sound of your muffled breathing and imagining you pressed into his mattress with nowhere to run.
perv!hyunjin who 'forgets' to knock before coming into your room, towel around his neck as if fresh out of the shower… pretending he needs to borrow a charger. lazy grin telling you to finish what you were doing; don't mind him, it'll only take a minute.
and don't mind his eyes roaming over your bare thighs, lingering long enough to etch ever dip and curve into his brain.
perv!hyunjin whose memories aren't enough. so he hoards pictures on his phone — pictures you've never posed for. panties peeking out when you're lounging on the couch. skirt riding up as you bend to grab something. your lips parted mid-yawn… each photo a precious keepsake he jerks off to over and over.
perv!hyunjin who steals your vibrator when you're not home. he jerks himself off with it, pressing the buzzing tip against his aching cock until he spills all over your sheets. then puts it neatly back in your drawer so next time you use it you'll be covered in his cum. he's so pussy drunk the thought alone gets him hard again. how pathetic </33
perv!hyunjin who lets you stay in his room when you have a nightmare. he curls behind you under the same blanket, grinding against your ass just enough to make you doubt yourself. whispering don't worry angel, you're safe with me while his arousal stains your shorts.
perv!hyunjin who convinces you to watch porn with him and his friends. it started as a drunken dare but now he's watching you like a hawk… memorizing the exact moments your thighs press together when the scene gets rougher. later, when he's alone, he plays the same scenarios out in his head, pretending it's you and him. pretending he's the one making you moan like a pornstar.
perv!hyunjin who sneaks under your blanket during movie nights, stroking himself while you're half-asleep on the couch beside him. biting his lip to stifle a groan as he cums all over your leg, smearing it into your skin so you'll wake sticky without knowing why. he loves it when you smell of him. it starts with him jerking off above your pillow or clothes, soiling the fabric so his scent clings to you everywhere you go. but it doesn't take long for him to take it a step further: cumming into your shampoo and bodywash, your skincare bottles, your lip balm… making sure you're always covered in him.
perv!hyunjin who fucks his throat with the handle of your toothbrush, moaning your name while drool drips down the brush and his chin. he imagines it's your taste coating his tongue, his cock hard and aching in his boxers. after he's done he puts it back wet for you to use again.
perv!hyunjin who asks to draw you for practice. he coaxes you to sit on the couch in shorts and a tanktop, acting all professional while his eyes drag down your bare legs. it's not as if he needs you to model for him; he's memorized the curve of your waist, the way your lips part when you sleep… he could sketch you naked from memory. but nothing beats watching you squirm under his heated gaze when he stares at you for too long.
his favorite evenings are the ones where he gets you drunk on wine, sketching and mapping every line of your body with his pencil. thinking about how he's going to touch you later when you're all buzzed and sleepy and can't keep your eyes open any longer.
perv!hyunjin who dips his paintbrush in a mixture of paint and his own cum, adding highlights to the wetness between your thighs on the canvas. dreaming of the day his paintings will become reality.
perv!hyunjin who leaves torn-out pages of his sketchbook littered around the apartment. sketches of you spread wide, gagged and dripping… just to see how flustered you get knowing he's been thinking about you like this all along.
perv!hyunjin who pretends to be drunk on nights out just so he can drape himself over you, grinding his half-hard cock against you as you hold him steady. murmuring filth into your ear: you smell so fucking good, bet your pussy tastes sweeter than those strawberry mojitos you love so much.
perv!hyunjin who gropes you under the excuse of play wrestling, pinning you down on the carpet with your wrists trapped in one of his big hands while the other slides between your thighs. his fingers rubbing your pussy through the thin fabric, laughing at how you wriggle and squeal. you're so cute when you try to fight back <33
perv!hyunjin who waits until you fall asleep on the couch to slide his hands under your shorts, fingers working into your panties and stroking you with slow circles until your body shifts unconsciously. little gasps slipping past your lips that make him rut against the cushions while forcing his fingers deeper. he can feel himself spiraling more and more, driven crazy by your pretty whimpers.
perv!hyunjin who holds your wrists above your head when you jolt awake, too weak and drowsy to fight him as he sucks on your nipples through your shirt. his tongue lapping at the wet fabric, voice low as he growls against you. how he's waited too long to touch what's his, how he'll make sure you'll never forget who you belong to.
perv!hyunjin who calls himself your protector in front of friends, always hovering around you, but at night he's the one who presses your knees into your chest. whispering you'll thank me for this later as he forces your legs apart and buries his face between them, sucking on your clit for hours while you cry and beg for him to stop.
perv!hyunjin who films his cock stretching your pretty cunt after slipping something in your drink. stroking your hair while your head lolls to the side, cooing such a pretty doll for me while he records everything for his private collection.
perv!hyunjin who can't stop once he's felt your tight cunt clench around him. cumming inside you over and over, licking up the sloppy mess he's made just to taste that sweet mixture of him and you. whispering promises into your slick skin, telling you you'll never get away from him now, not when your body fits him so perfectly.
perv!hyunjin who listens to you rant about your exes or one of many failed dates. he's a good listener, nodding attentively, softly stroking your arms when you cry… but every time you cling onto him confirms the lingering thought in the back of your mind that only he can make you feel wanted.
perv!hyunjin who, despite everything, is always there for you. who makes you crave the comfort of his arms until the thought of pushing him away feels wrong… until the wetness between your thighs when he kisses your neck convinces you that maybe you want this too. that maybe you wanted this all along.
perv!hyunjin who never lets you lock your door anymore, who makes sure you know there's no corner of the apartment that's really private. who reminds you every day with persistent touches and whispered promises that you belong to him now. forever <33
Pervy stalker chan who leaves you dirty notes…he thinks they’re sweet, but his perception is a little, well, off ^^
i got carried away, there's nothing sweet abt any of this... chan is being a major creep so be warned <33
cw. this post contains dark topics, reader discretion is advised. stepbrother!chan, perv!chan, noncon notes, perversion, stalking and yandere behavior, name calling: slut, pet names: baby wc. 1250 minors dni.
it's a sunday morning in summer when you find the first note, tucked between the pages of the longman anthology you'd left open on your desk. folded notebook paper, handwriting in blue pen — your favorite pen, lying uncapped on the worktop — rushed and near illegible in its eagerness.
you smelled so sweet last night. i almost followed you to your bedroom, wanted to watch you touch yourself underneath the covers. bet you're tight, dripping, thinking of me. you shouldn't keep your legs closed when i'm around. i'll help you open them soon.
your hands tremble as you tear the paper to pieces. if you close your eyes you can pretend it was never there. pretend your heart isn't hammering in your throat.
not him, you think. please.
you remember his heated gaze at the dining table last night. the way he watched you eat, lips parted as his eyes followed every move.
your heart sinks into your stomach.
who else could it be?
it can't be him.
he's harmless. he's safe. he's known you since you were young, too young to matter. you were surprised he even paid you any attention when you came home last week. you were never allowed to join him and his friends in his room; his little stepsister wasn't cool enough, no matter how much you begged him to let you stay.
but he'd always been kind, polite in a distant way. smiling at your mother when she married his father and the two of you came to live with them. he'd been fifteen; you were nine. too wide a gap for you to be anything more to him than an unwanted, annoying addition to his family. and by the time you got into high school he was long gone — holed up in his college dorm, buried in software textbooks and the haze of cheap weed.
when you started uni your life quickly filled with lectures and friends. on the rare occasions you both drifted back home he spent most of his time in his old room. you rarely stayed more than a few days, but this spring you'd turned 21, and your mother had asked you to spend the summer with her and your stepdad.
of course chan was invited, too.
the second note is slipped under your bedroom door, folded in half with your name scrawled on top.
i can hear you at night, you know. the way your bed creaks, the way you bite back those whimpers. you sound so sweet when you're trying not to wake me. i get hard every time, imagining it's my fingers stuffed inside your pretty cunt instead of your own.
you slam the door shut, pressing your back to it, slowly sinking to the floor. you swallow tightly as you reread the note over and over, all noise around you fading into the background.
across the hall his room is quiet. too quiet.
the third note comes tucked under your pillow. his handwriting is neater this time, blocky letters in black ink.
i stood in your doorway last night and watched you toss in your sheets, your tits peeking out of that useless thin shirt you call pajamas. did you know you make the cutest little noises in your sleep? bet your pussy was wet, even in your dreams. i'll climb into bed with you soon. i'll keep you quiet so mom and dad won't hear us. don't worry, baby. i'll make you love it.
you can't fall asleep that night. every shadow in your room makes you shiver. every creak in the floorboards raises the hairs on your arms. but somehow, when morning comes, you wake hot and sweaty, whimpering his name.
the fourth note shows up in the laundry basket. it flutters to the ground when you pick up your shirts.
your panties taste like heaven. i licked them until they were clean. bet your pussy would taste even better, dripping straight into my mouth. don't worry, baby. i'll keep your secret. our secret.
you can't look at him over dinner that night, face burning hot when his knee brushes yours under the table. he doesn't even blink. how can he act so unfazed when you know what horrific thoughts hide behind his innocent smile?
you start locking the doors behind you, eyes flicking over your shoulders constantly. the summer air is stifling and the backyard pool calls out your name but you hide away in your room, pretending to study. you know he's out there somewhere: listening, waiting, smiling at how careful you've become. at how he's never leaving your mind, not for a second. how he's got you exactly where he wanted.
the fifth note is tucked between two stuffed animals lining your bedside table. a wolf and a turtle, the ones you can't bring yourself to part with.
he gave you the fluffy grey wolf for your birthday. it always reminded you of him.
i almost walked in earlier when you were showering. could've pushed the curtain back and pressed my cock against your ass. you would've let me — you're my sweet girl. i see the way you look at me when you think i don't notice. you want this as much as i do.
your whole body trembles, every sound in the house suddenly suspicious. you swear you hear his footsteps in front of the bathroom door that night, lingering there, waiting.
when you lock your door and climb into bed you lay awake for hours, staring at the dark ceiling.
would you let him?
the fifth note is worse, slipped into your purse when no one's looking. the writing is messier this time. the ink is smeared in places, diluted by wet spots.
you wore that dress for me. i can tell. my good little slut, pretending to be innocent in front of my father. you don't know how hard it is not to drag you into my room when we're all watching tv after dinner. press your face into the pillow and fuck you until your legs are shaking. i'll fill you up with my cum, keep you plugged so you won't waste a single drop.
when you glance up, chan is already watching you from across the room. his smile is polite and sweet as always. your mother says something to him with a laugh, completely oblivious to the way his breathing quickens a little when you lock eyes with him. chan just laughs along with her, his dark eyes never leaving yours.
the last note isn't hidden at all. it's lying on your bedspread when you come back from a shower, the damp towel still wrapped around your head. you shake when you pick up the paper. you locked your door when you left; how did he get in?
his all too familiar handwriting is jagged and rushed, pressed so deep the ink nearly bled through the paper.
i laid here when you were gone. stroked my cock on your sheets, came thinking about eating your sweet pussy while you were showering only a few feet away. you belong to me. there's no use in fighting it. don't hide, baby. open the door. be a good girl for me.
the knock comes just past midnight, soft but deliberate. you lie in bed, staring at that same dark spot on the ceiling. there's no second knock but you know he's there. waiting. your quickening heartbeat is the only sound rushing in your ears.
you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, take a deep breath, and let your feet touch the cold floor.
🏷️ lee minho x fem!reader. cw ; stepbrother!minho, perv!minho, dubcon, yandere themes, degradation, name calling: slut, pet names: bunny ( 444 w. )
minors dni. for mature audiences only !
there's many things minho can't stand. nosy people, cheap beer, his middle-aged boss wasting his time with another pointless request. but the worst of them all? it's the one thought that threatens to consume him whole whenever he hears you slip out of the house, scantily clad in the tiniest fucking dress he's ever laid his eyes on: the thought of anyone else touching you, his pretty little sister. of anyone touching what's his.
it's all your fault anyway. you turned him into this, made him obsessed with every inch of you until he could no longer keep his hands to himself. he had to have you. just once.
just once turned into twice, twice turned into endless forevers. you're his and his only, he's made sure of that: fucks you stupid on his fat cock whenever he gets the chance, adorable pouty protests long since gone and replaced with the sweetest moans he's ever dreamed of.
he's got his teeth on your shoulder, bites down just hard enough to make you shudder. minho has to hold himself back from drawing blood, from claiming you for anyone to see, including your parents. ever the concerned older brother, he'll keep you safe forever like he's promised himself. even if you'll beg him to let you go. after all he's the one who taught you how to beg.
you're tight and wet around him, perfect fucking pussy sucking him in with every thrust. he loves watching your nose scrunch and your eyelids flutter whenever he hits the spot just right. after hours of practice your body has become as familiar to him as his own.
"i can't believe it was this easy." it shouldn't have been this easy. you stare up at him in confusion. his adorable, pretty, dumb little bunny.
minho shakes his head. "all i had to do was fuck you a couple times and you come running to me," he chuckles, "'t was only a matter of time."
you're not looking at him now, embarrassed gaze downcast and pointed somewhere at his chest. "like a fucking slut," he adds, and laughs when you shudder again.
"my sweet little bun." he nips at your earlobe and forces his cock deeper, knowing you're close. "there's no hiding from me. i know you better than anyone, you know that, right?"
you don't answer, and minho grabs your chin to force you to look at him. "i know you need this, it's okay. tell me how much you hate me. how much my touch disgusts you,"
"say it," he orders, and he thinks he might burst into flames when you don't hesitate.
chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...
─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
─── ☆ length: 2.3k
─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy
─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33
He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner.
And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him?
So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung.
“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”
“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?”
“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves.
“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”
“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”
“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”
The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…
“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.
As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly.
“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.”
You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home.
You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs.
“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”
You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes.
Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud.
Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest.
Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.
He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow.
Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says.
The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left.
With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.
You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass.
The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy.
Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat.
“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…”
He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…
“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned.
“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”
His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”
Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.”
You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand.
Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints.
And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up.
Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside.
Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again.
“You sure you can take it, puppy?”
Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you.
“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”
He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head.
He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you.
“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”
Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”
He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses.
“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”
“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth.
“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.
My Channie.
“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”
You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.
“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”
He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him.
“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”
You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.”
“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”
“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”
Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”
You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm.
His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together.
Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.”
“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?”
He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions.
Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.”
You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to.
You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie.
He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”
“Wha —? You sly dog!”
Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”
i sent this skz x 9th member!reader to another creator but forgot who it was so i’m sending it here too i guess. enjoy
i féel like the boys would def be little pervs towards their girl member. like “cuddling” her in the car on the way to places, having her sit in their lap during lives and stuff, constantly watching her boobs in tank tops during practice, etc something tells me chan or minho would be the biggest pervs out of the older boys but they know how to be subtle with it. meanwhile jisung and maybe jeongin are the the young ones who go absolutely crazy over anything. like her boobs could be out a little bc her tops are flimsy so they grab a handful and are lowkey fondling her but using the excuse that it’s helping keep her boobs in her bra or something. she’d def be very clueless but not entirely. like she knows that bc she’s a girl and they’re all guys, they have urges too. walking around the house in short and tight clothes, asking sexual questions, singing and dancing to sexy songs, etc they’d probably have a corruption kink too because of her “innocent but not really” aura. she’s innocent in the way that she’s just clueless when anyone so much as hits on her, likes her, try’s to make a move, etc
idk this was a while ago so maybe it’s just ramblings from my brain.
🏷️ perversion, noncon somno for jisung's part, corruption, fingering, oral (f + m), masturbation, unprotected sex, mc is called baby, kitten, doll, pretty, toy, slut
as the oldest and the leader of the group chan should know better. but you're so cute when you wake up early and your eyes are still puffy with sleep. he can't help but let his gaze linger on your bare legs, picturing his face between your thighs. sometimes when you join him on channie's room he'll run his teasing fingers over your clothed slit, enjoying the way you squirm and hide your hot face in your hands, pretending you're camera shy.
"keep still, baby. you know how much the fans love it when you look all cute and flustered."
minho is always helpful, offering you private dance lessons to hone your skills. he can be strict with the other members but he's noticed how embarrassed you get when he praises you. "you're doing so well, kitten," he whispers into your ear while he adjusts your position. you avert your eyes and try to focus on the way your body moves. he's smirking at you through the mirror, his hands skimming your ass more than necessary. when you're all warmed up and sweaty he bends you over and grinds his hard cock against your clothed pussy. "let's stretch some more."
"i know you can do it," changbin encourages when your voice cracks again. he turns off his laptop and enters the recording booth. "hey, don't cry," he wipes your tears away with his thumbs and you sniffle. you're fucking up your lines. badly.
"do you trust me?" he asks and you nod, letting him spread your legs. with a puzzled face you watch him crouch down and nuzzle the inside of your thigh. "you just need to relax, baby... you're straining too much when you get anxious. let me help you."
hyunjin is your roommate. he's a calm and quiet guy so you don't mind having him around. but on some nights you wake up to muffled gasps and groans coming from his side of the room. if you didn't know any better you'd have sworn some of his moans sound like your name. afraid to let him know you're awake you stay quiet and stare at the ceiling. your own hand slips into your pyjama pants to rub quick circles on your swollen clit, desperate to cum in time with him.
"ssh, it's me," jisung shushes you with a hand clasped over your mouth. you blink at him groggily, feeling two of his fingers slipping in and out of your wet hole with ease. he must've been playing with you for a while. "hyunjin's taking a shower and told me to wake you up." he snuggles against your back and you gasp into his palm when he replaces his fingers with his thick cock. "be a good doll for me now, pretty. we don't have much time before he comes back."
felix is the first to turn your relationship with them into something more than strictly collegial. "we're not colleagues, or friends, or family," he tugs you onto his lap and purrs into your ear, "we're something more." his fingers reach into your shorts and press against your clothed slit, making your head spin. "feel how soaked these panties are for me, doll? you know i'm telling the truth. what we've got is something special."
seungmin is your vocal training partner. when you stay late in the studio to practice he stays with you. his unconventional training methods are your little secret; he'd told you the others can't know a thing because they would get jealous, so you do as told. seungmin makes you feel special. you know he'd do everything for his favorite member.
"sluts like you need to have their throats trained," he groans and thrusts his cock deeper. "how else are you ever going to hit those notes?"
jeongin can never keep his hands off you when you're getting dressed for your stages. he gropes at your tits and tugs on your clothes. "these skirts keep getting shorter," he shakes his head and frowns. "everyone in the audience will be able to see your safety shorts. but you know you belong to us, don't you?" he grins and you squeal when his fingers slip between your thighs and locate your clit with ease. the barest hint of pressure against the fabric has you panting, proving his point. "no matter how many people cheer for you, you're our toy."
yandere felix, who just can’t be as bad as you say he is. he’s too sweet, he wouldn’t do that. but he would. would send you messages from different numbers with just enough anonymity that if you showed anyone, they wouldn’t know it was him. saying things like: “you looked so good today, but you were too close to them” and a picture you had no idea he took or when, “how dare you wear those panties and avoid me”
who would occasionally corner you, in places that have high volume foot traffic, just to touch and grope at you. so happy at how flustered you are, purposely ignoring that it isn’t due to his actions, but to the fact that what he’s doing could be seen. and you swear after classes are over and you walk back to your dorm, you feel someone watching you. who keeps you up at night, when he messages again, a picture of you walking back to your dorm, accompanied with “just making sure you get back safe, creeps out here yk” and another picture of your dorm number, accompanied with, “walked you all the way, you’ll let me in won’t you?”
gahh yandere!felix would be sickly sweet w it 😵💫 he'd be so delusional, swearing he's only doing it because he cares abt you. why can't you see how much he loves you?
finally letting your pervy bff!han fuck you... your legs around his waist to keep him close, lace panties wrapped around his head so every shuddering intake of breath serves as a reminder. a reminder of all the times he jerked himself off with your stolen underwear pressed under his nose. until today, when you caught him.
now your fist holds them tightly wrapped around his face like a mask, giving a sharp tug and snapping his head back every time his cock twitches and threatens to cum. he isn't allowed yet. he's the one who's been stealing your underwear, isn't this what he wanted? so what's a few more minutes with your makeshift gag around his face, the fabric muffling his pleading whines...
and maybe, if he's lucky, you'll let him keep them.
jeongin who treasures his secret folder of upskirt pictures like a dragon sitting on its gold. his favorites are the ones he took when you were asleep; skirt flipped up to show a glimpse of your panties clinging to every curve, ample flesh spilling past the hems, begging for his touch. how he'd lick and suck right at the junction where your ass meets your thighs, the perfect curve to trace with his tongue. if he dared. but all he does is take a picture, shame and guilt already eating away at him.
you trust him to put you to bed when you come home drunk late at night. stumbling and clinging onto him while he helps you out of your jacket. small hands linger on his arms and turn his ears bright red. your lopsided smirk tells him you've noticed. jeongin knows it'd be so easy to push you up against the wall now, swallow your whimpers as he slots his thigh between your legs. suck on your clit until you pass out and wake up with no memory of all the things he's done to you.
"are you going to stay there, or are you coming with?" you drawl, and he shakes his head, your giggles haunting him long after he's slammed his door shut. you've always known how to rile him up.
it's fucking pathetic, really, the way he doesn't dare to make a move even if you're presenting yourself to him on a silver platter. maybe it's because he knows you never look at him twice when you're sober, alcohol and the lonely hour the only reasons for your sudden interest.
or maybe — and deep down he knows his truth — it's the illicitness that turns him on. watching the gusset of your panties grow wetter and wetter as you trash around in your booze-fuelled dreams, blissfully unaware of the shadow hovering above you. he's one second away from getting caught: a disgusting pervert jerking off to his sleeping roommate, and nothing makes jeongin cum harder than the rush of adrenaline straight from his brain to his cock.
one day just watching you may not be enough anymore. but for now jeongin's content with his ever growing collection, filing your photos away for later use. satisfied knowing you're all his (even if you don't realize it yet). he smiles when you still and sigh, body sinking deeper between the pillows.
jeongin brushes your hair out of your face and allows himself to dawdle for one more minute before softly closing the door behind him and returning to his own room.
he uploads his newest acquisitions to his hidden folder, sitting back and admiring you in all your perfection. and right at that moment, basking in the blue glow of his monitor, it hits him. how lucky he is.
