This is a continuation of my last aphrodisiac post!
Sorry for… disappearing for four months. I do that. I’ll try to consistently upload this year. Expect a longer fic at some point!
Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, aphrodisiacs in the form of chocolate, food and alcohol in passing, dry humping (Han), thigh riding (Felix), unprotected sex (Felix + Jeongin) (use a rubber), dom/sub undertones (Seungmin), oral (f!recieving), soft Jeongin.
You’d seen them online. Break. Bite. Bang. You weren’t even sure what they were at first. After some investigation, it was obvious that they were for more… dirty purposes.
When you brought it up to him, he’d laughed and nodded right along and you ordered them.
Both of you were so convinced it was placebo, and both of you were so horribly wrong.
Okay, to be fair, you didn’t expect the chocolate to work.
It was supposed to just be a funny joke, a bit for the purpose of movie night.
So when you bite into the surprisingly creamy chocolate and start setting out the popcorn and sweets with Jisung, both of you giggle in the way that bounces off of best friends so easily.
“This is so dumb,” you say, mouth full of popcorn and anticipation. When your eyes meet, that heat that’s always there when you make eye contact with him shoots up your spine.
“But that’s what makes it funny, doesn’t it?” His eyes search your face curiously, a big smile already curling its way onto his lips.
You tilt your head in reluctant agreement before turning around and practically falling into the couch.
Movie nights were a regular thing in your friendship, though you can’t pinpoint exactly when they started.
You feel the couch dip next to you, both of you taking your silently assigned seats. You’re quick to swing your legs over his as he reaches for the remote. Tonight is some horror movie, fitting for him, but not so much for you.
As the opening scene starts rolling, your mind wanders back to the chocolates. If they work, what will happen then? You’ll go home early? Neither of you will ever talk about it again? You can’t imagine an outcome like that, but your face heats up too fast when you consider the other option.
You pop an M&M into your mouth and roll it around in thought, the movie being treated as background noise for your busy mind.
You start to figure friends who take sex chocolate together can’t be completely platonic, but you shake the thought away before it can progress into dangerous territory. You chuckle at the cliché situation, and Han’s attention turns to you.
“Dude, why are you laughing? She has an axe. She would kill you. Without hesitation.” His strange words reach your ears, and you look at him with an incredulous stare. His eyes crinkle despite himself, and soon enough, you’re both laughing with your heads thrown back.
As you begin to calm down, the last echoes of a laugh leaving your mouth, you meet his eyes again. His eyes are soft, and suddenly you’re very aware of his hand on your calf. It was so normal before, why isn’t it normal now?
His hand feels like it’s on fire against your leg. It’s skin-on-skin, which is so casual for both of you. You feel his hand tighten slightly on your leg, if not completely unintentional.
You blink your gaze away, smiling as you look back at the screen, protecting whatever dignity you have left. A familiar pang of attraction zings through you, and you do your best to slap it away more than ever before when it’s reared its head.
You both fall quiet, each pretending to watch the movie in front of you. Maybe another 5 minutes pass before you hear him take in a breath next to you.
“That’s dangerous chocolate.” He says almost casually. Your breath hitches, and you feel the shaking of his own legs under yours.
You pause for a moment before replying. Your voice is quieter than you wanted it to be.
“Dangerous chocolate, indeed.” You could laugh at the situation if everything didn’t feel so much hotter and closer. The hand he has laid across the back of the couch reaches to play with the ends of your hair, and you shiver at the graze against your shoulder.
You know by now that the movie is completely forgotten, but you still find your gaze on it. You feel his on yours. And before you realize what you’re doing, you’re meeting his eyes once more.
His eyes flutter downwards, still facing you. You see it on his face; it’s like he had to tear them away from you. The thought both scares and excites you.
You don’t know how long you sit there and stare at each other, but you know it’s long enough for your eyes to flit down to his lips. He catches it, and slowly, so slowly, his hand comes up to make a ‘come here’ motion.
Your body moves on its own, sliding forwards, so that you’re closer to being on his lap than just lying your legs on it. Your faces are inches away, but you’re still drawn to each other like magnets.
His voice comes out quiet, scared, but not without a hint of anticipation.
“Can I kiss you?” He’s almost too quiet to be heard, but the close proximity makes it easier.
Your head blares with warning signs, all reading: “This is your best friend, what are you doing?” “You’ll ruin the friendship.” “Don’t be dumb!” But his eyes are so soft, and his shaking lips call your name like a vice.
So you nod, not trusting your voice.
You shiver with the closeness and end up meeting him halfway. The kiss that results is chaste and affectionate, but his eyes tell a different story. They’re dark, searching yours for any sign to keep going. You feel a shaky sigh escape you before you lean back in.
This kiss is more intense, fervent with less want and more need. You feel his hand that was on the couch curl around the back of your neck, and the hand on your knee creep higher.
If you were in any other state, you would pull away, be the voice of reason. You can’t be, not after his adoring eyes and addictive hands. You think there’s no way you can pull away, so you don’t.
Instead, you shift so you’re straddling him, sitting back towards his knees to give him an out.
He obviously didn’t want one. You feel – feel – his scowl against your lips before his hands whip to your hips, pulling you flush to him. It’s hard not to want him after that.
Consequences be damned, you finally had a chance to get your hands on him. If the morning came, and he asked you to leave and never come back, you would know you lived your life with him as fully as you could.
But you knew, based on the way his hands were reaching under your shirt now, that this wasn’t just tension from one night.
You had so much to explore with each other. So much to see. So when the tent in his jeans ruts up into you, causing you both to shudder out a moan, you don’t stop him.
You both knew going in that you wouldn’t last long.
You had a tendency to be all over each other anyways, the chance of you and Felix sleeping together tonight was already high.
But who doesn’t love a little tension?
After you both ate the doom-ridden chocolate, you decided the easiest thing to do was what you did every other night: lie in bed, tangled in each other, and mind your own business on your respective TikTok feeds.
It does a good enough job distracting both of you to forget about the chocolate, and the thought passes through your mind that this is the perfect way to test if it’s a placebo.
His hands being on your thighs is as normal as it gets; they’re almost always sitting there.
However, his knee nudging its way in between your thighs was not.
You glance over your phone only to find him enamored with whatever is on his feed tonight.
So, you simply return to your phone and allow his knee to settle itself only centimeters from your heat.
Maybe five minutes pass before his knee closes the distance, and he’s just lightly pressing up against you.
The sound from his phone still plays, even as your thighs squeeze around his. Your phone is repeating the same audio now as you try to silence the whine bubbling up in your throat.
Felix reacts accordingly, and he starts rocking his knee against you slowly.
You try to keep paying attention to your phone, but suddenly the friction is pressing against you just right, and your wrist goes limp, your phone turning off with it.
However, his keeps going, even as your hands fly to his thighs to better grind against his knee.
Eventually, his hand not occupied by his phone comes to rest on the arch in your back and assist in your smooth movements.
However, you refuse to be ignored while you’re pathetically rutting against his thigh, so one of your hands comes to rest over the growing tent in his pants.
A low groan escapes his mouth, but he seems otherwise unaffected.
That won’t do.
So you push yourself up and moved to straddle him. You pluck the phone out of his hands and toss it to join yours. You finally get a good look at his face.
Shit, his pupils are blown wide.
There’s no way to mistake the look on his face, he’s completely at your mercy.
Your hands move to his waistband, and pull him free just enough for his dick to slap against his hiked up t-shirt.
You do the same for yourself, and lean down to kiss him. Felix eagerly returns the kiss, whimpering slightly into your mouth.
You slowly lower yourself down on him, correcting a few times throughout to keep both your comfort.
Every sense is heightened tenfold, and you both find yourself reaching your climax very quickly.
You feel every vein; the stretch is addictive. He’s obviously similarly effected, judging from his growing moans and his grip tightening on your thighs.
Good thing you have plenty of chocolate left. You don’t plan on getting off of him for a while.
The chocolates do nothing. That’s what you’d both decided, not only insulting the chocolate’s effectiveness but also testing your own patience as well.
Seungmin and your relationship was an odd one. After a tipsy night together almost a year ago, you’d decided that keeping your hands off one another was a disservice to both of you.
Frankly, it didn’t change much in both of your lives. There was tension before— there always was— but even with the casual sex, you were still good friends. It was never awkward with him.
So when he brings up the chocolates, you agree wholeheartedly. You don’t believe chocolate could make you horny, so you expect a simple night with your best friend.
What you didn’t expect was him kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of you, begging for an opportunity to touch you.
You’d never seen him like this, even on rare tender nights. He was always in charge, knowing what he wants and how to get it.
His eyes bare into yours like you’re the only thing he could possibly need for the rest of his life. You see the swirl of need deep in his pupils, and usually, you would give him what he wants.
But when will you get another chance like this?
“Min, you look so pretty down there.” It’s barely a whisper, but his face flushes anyway, and you can see him strain through his sweatpants even now.
You lean down towards him, and his immediate reaction is to clutch onto your legs and make a move for your lips.
It’s not hard to push him back down, though, and he whines at the loss of even your hand pushing him away.
“You can be good, yeah, baby?” You’re not sure where your newfound confidence is coming from, but your tone is stern despite the thrum of heat deep in your gut.
He pauses for a moment, and then nods slowly, still looking up at you. Seeing him on his knees like this, eyes slightly puffy and face void of his usual disinterested look, you can’t help but rub your thighs together.
His eyes shoot to the movement, but you’re quick to grab his jaw. Your grasp is firm, but not hard by any means. You tilt his head back up to look at you.
“Wanna take care of me, Min?”
You see a visible shutter rock through his body, before he’s nodding again, more enthusiastically than before.
So, you spread your legs just enough so that he can shift in between them. Your knees are over his shoulders now, but he never seems to be close enough. Even when he’s inside you, body flush to yours, you find that your soul tries to reach out and touch his.
The thought makes you soften, and you thread your fingers into his hair.
“Go on, love. I’m right here.”
The last word isn’t even fully out of your mouth before his hands shoot from his thighs to your ass. You shriek a little as you’re thrown forward towards his mouth.
You think he’ll at least pull your panties to the side, but he hasn’t any dignity left for that.
He licks a stripe up your underwear, still managing to find your clit despite the barrier.
With your wetness and his spit, it’s not long until you feel like there’s no barrier at all.
As soon as there’s contact, you throw your head back, tugging his hair and grinding against his mouth.
Your actions draw a whine out of his mouth, and before you know it, your back is on the bed, and he’s using his hands— his long fingers, his palms that overtake yours— and pushing your thighs far apart to ruin you further. You let yourself think for a moment that his soul is trying to reach yours, too.
Thoughts aren’t living long in your head right now, though, so they slip away before you can overthink them. You’re too focused on the feeling of his fingers sliding down your thigh, reaching your underwear with the precision of a man who wasn’t on his knees just a minute ago.
His fingers finally curl around the middle of your panties, pulling them to the side. He doesn’t dive back in immediately, instead opting to watch the string of white connection from your pussy to your underwear, stretching and snapping. Your forearm throws itself over your eyes, embarrassment leaking out along with a whine.
Then, you don’t have any time to be embarrassed, because he licks another stripe up your hole, and you feel the vibration of his moan shoot through you.
He’s so desperate, acting without abandon, and only two thoughts go through your mind.
The first is that you must try these chocolates again.
And the second is that you love him, and he needs to know. He needs to know now. He needed to know yesterday.
So you mumble it out through your forearm, “I love you, I love you. Min, I love you.” The phrase shoots out of your mouth like arrows, but the first time was enough. His body freezes.
He pulls away, crawling over you and pressing his mouth to yours. You taste yourself on him.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good. And you’re going to tell me you love me over…” He punctuates the word with a kiss, saying it again against your lips. “…and over.”
His eyes still shine with absolute devotion, but the dominance isn’t questionable.
The question wasn’t whether you and Jeongin would end up in bed together today; it was whether either of your behaviors changed.
Secretly, you were hoping you would get to see the unfiltered, desperate version of him that you only got to see once in a blue moon.
Your and Jeongin’s lives were completely entangled in each other, so dinners were shared almost every night. Tonight was no different, other than the chocolate you both held in your palms now.
You make eye contact, and he smirks before popping the entire thing in his mouth and coaxing you gently to do the same.
And in the domesticity that is living with Jeongin, you started working together on dinner. You both decided on grilled chicken with rice, so he started on the rice while you cut the chicken.
Life was easy with Jeongin, and after being in thought for about 15 minutes, you realize that the fact that life was easy with him was turning you on.
Or maybe you’re just turned on, because your thighs are rubbing together and the silence is suddenly deafening.
The sound of the chicken sizzling breaks you out of your thoughts, and you flip it before it can burn.
You hear Jeongin pour the freshly washed rice in the cooker, and when you glance over your shoulder, his hands are gripping the counter with white knuckles. His hair is falling over his eyes, and his back muscles ripple with every breath.
Yeah, you’re done for.
You whip back around with red cheeks, but you don’t have any time to dwell on what you just saw. The chicken is ready, so you plate it and push up on your tiptoes to find the yangnyeom sauce.
Suddenly, you feel a warm presence push up against you. There’s no one else it could be, but Jeongin still surprises you anyway. You try to turn to look at him, but before you can, his hand is snaking around your front to hold you at the waist. You find your eyes fluttering closed before you can tell them not to.
Your arms are still up at the cabinet, so his hand easily slides up so his thumb sits right on your sternum. It’s so slow and intimate that you can only shiver at his simple motions.
He slides his other hand up your arm to close the cabinet, and slowly turns you around to face him.
With his other hand still bracing against the cabinet, he pulls you flush against him.
“I’m choosing to blame the chocolate.” He whispers, eyes trained on your lips.
You can’t bring yourself to speak, so a huff of a laugh leaves you instead.
Your eyes stare up at him with an anticipation and need that he didn’t expect. It’s obvious whatever was in that chocolate was affecting you, too.
The first kiss you two share of the night is slow. His lips slide against yours in an undeniable devotion, and you’re quickly swept away into the feeling.
“Get on the counter.” His voice sounds almost grave, but the shudder that racks through his body when your knees brush up against his stomach gives him away.
Before you know it, your shirt and his are removed in sync, and his hands are all over you.
Even as he lowers his hands to touch you through your little shorts, you can’t help but believe this is where you were meant to be.
That feeling defines your intimacy, as he pulls an orgasm from you, through your shorts, in record time.
It doesn’t take long before the chicken behind you is forgotten, and you’re bent over the counter with your panties at your angles and his cock reaching so deeply inside of you that you can’t even think.
His scattering kisses over your shoulders remind you of his love, and you realize that it’s possible to be rough and gentle at the same time.
You got the unfiltered, desperate version of Jeongin, but every thrust reminds you that he loves you so earnestly. That is his unfiltered.
This is a continuation of my last aphrodisiac post!
Sorry for… disappearing for four months. I do that. I’ll try to consistently upload this year. Expect a longer fic at some point!
Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, aphrodisiacs in the form of chocolate, food and alcohol in passing, dry humping (Han), thigh riding (Felix), unprotected sex (Felix + Jeongin) (use a rubber), dom/sub undertones (Seungmin), oral (f!recieving), soft Jeongin.
You’d seen them online. Break. Bite. Bang. You weren’t even sure what they were at first. After some investigation, it was obvious that they were for more… dirty purposes.
When you brought it up to him, he’d laughed and nodded right along and you ordered them.
Both of you were so convinced it was placebo, and both of you were so horribly wrong.
Okay, to be fair, you didn’t expect the chocolate to work.
It was supposed to just be a funny joke, a bit for the purpose of movie night.
So when you bite into the surprisingly creamy chocolate and start setting out the popcorn and sweets with Jisung, both of you giggle in the way that bounces off of best friends so easily.
“This is so dumb,” you say, mouth full of popcorn and anticipation. When your eyes meet, that heat that’s always there when you make eye contact with him shoots up your spine.
“But that’s what makes it funny, doesn’t it?” His eyes search your face curiously, a big smile already curling its way onto his lips.
You tilt your head in reluctant agreement before turning around and practically falling into the couch.
Movie nights were a regular thing in your friendship, though you can’t pinpoint exactly when they started.
You feel the couch dip next to you, both of you taking your silently assigned seats. You’re quick to swing your legs over his as he reaches for the remote. Tonight is some horror movie, fitting for him, but not so much for you.
As the opening scene starts rolling, your mind wanders back to the chocolates. If they work, what will happen then? You’ll go home early? Neither of you will ever talk about it again? You can’t imagine an outcome like that, but your face heats up too fast when you consider the other option.
You pop an M&M into your mouth and roll it around in thought, the movie being treated as background noise for your busy mind.
You start to figure friends who take sex chocolate together can’t be completely platonic, but you shake the thought away before it can progress into dangerous territory. You chuckle at the cliché situation, and Han’s attention turns to you.
“Dude, why are you laughing? She has an axe. She would kill you. Without hesitation.” His strange words reach your ears, and you look at him with an incredulous stare. His eyes crinkle despite himself, and soon enough, you’re both laughing with your heads thrown back.
As you begin to calm down, the last echoes of a laugh leaving your mouth, you meet his eyes again. His eyes are soft, and suddenly you’re very aware of his hand on your calf. It was so normal before, why isn’t it normal now?
His hand feels like it’s on fire against your leg. It’s skin-on-skin, which is so casual for both of you. You feel his hand tighten slightly on your leg, if not completely unintentional.
You blink your gaze away, smiling as you look back at the screen, protecting whatever dignity you have left. A familiar pang of attraction zings through you, and you do your best to slap it away more than ever before when it’s reared its head.
You both fall quiet, each pretending to watch the movie in front of you. Maybe another 5 minutes pass before you hear him take in a breath next to you.
“That’s dangerous chocolate.” He says almost casually. Your breath hitches, and you feel the shaking of his own legs under yours.
You pause for a moment before replying. Your voice is quieter than you wanted it to be.
“Dangerous chocolate, indeed.” You could laugh at the situation if everything didn’t feel so much hotter and closer. The hand he has laid across the back of the couch reaches to play with the ends of your hair, and you shiver at the graze against your shoulder.
You know by now that the movie is completely forgotten, but you still find your gaze on it. You feel his on yours. And before you realize what you’re doing, you’re meeting his eyes once more.
His eyes flutter downwards, still facing you. You see it on his face; it’s like he had to tear them away from you. The thought both scares and excites you.
You don’t know how long you sit there and stare at each other, but you know it’s long enough for your eyes to flit down to his lips. He catches it, and slowly, so slowly, his hand comes up to make a ‘come here’ motion.
Your body moves on its own, sliding forwards, so that you’re closer to being on his lap than just lying your legs on it. Your faces are inches away, but you’re still drawn to each other like magnets.
His voice comes out quiet, scared, but not without a hint of anticipation.
“Can I kiss you?” He’s almost too quiet to be heard, but the close proximity makes it easier.
Your head blares with warning signs, all reading: “This is your best friend, what are you doing?” “You’ll ruin the friendship.” “Don’t be dumb!” But his eyes are so soft, and his shaking lips call your name like a vice.
So you nod, not trusting your voice.
You shiver with the closeness and end up meeting him halfway. The kiss that results is chaste and affectionate, but his eyes tell a different story. They’re dark, searching yours for any sign to keep going. You feel a shaky sigh escape you before you lean back in.
This kiss is more intense, fervent with less want and more need. You feel his hand that was on the couch curl around the back of your neck, and the hand on your knee creep higher.
If you were in any other state, you would pull away, be the voice of reason. You can’t be, not after his adoring eyes and addictive hands. You think there’s no way you can pull away, so you don’t.
Instead, you shift so you’re straddling him, sitting back towards his knees to give him an out.
He obviously didn’t want one. You feel – feel – his scowl against your lips before his hands whip to your hips, pulling you flush to him. It’s hard not to want him after that.
Consequences be damned, you finally had a chance to get your hands on him. If the morning came, and he asked you to leave and never come back, you would know you lived your life with him as fully as you could.
But you knew, based on the way his hands were reaching under your shirt now, that this wasn’t just tension from one night.
You had so much to explore with each other. So much to see. So when the tent in his jeans ruts up into you, causing you both to shudder out a moan, you don’t stop him.
You both knew going in that you wouldn’t last long.
You had a tendency to be all over each other anyways, the chance of you and Felix sleeping together tonight was already high.
But who doesn’t love a little tension?
After you both ate the doom-ridden chocolate, you decided the easiest thing to do was what you did every other night: lie in bed, tangled in each other, and mind your own business on your respective TikTok feeds.
It does a good enough job distracting both of you to forget about the chocolate, and the thought passes through your mind that this is the perfect way to test if it’s a placebo.
His hands being on your thighs is as normal as it gets; they’re almost always sitting there.
However, his knee nudging its way in between your thighs was not.
You glance over your phone only to find him enamored with whatever is on his feed tonight.
So, you simply return to your phone and allow his knee to settle itself only centimeters from your heat.
Maybe five minutes pass before his knee closes the distance, and he’s just lightly pressing up against you.
The sound from his phone still plays, even as your thighs squeeze around his. Your phone is repeating the same audio now as you try to silence the whine bubbling up in your throat.
Felix reacts accordingly, and he starts rocking his knee against you slowly.
You try to keep paying attention to your phone, but suddenly the friction is pressing against you just right, and your wrist goes limp, your phone turning off with it.
However, his keeps going, even as your hands fly to his thighs to better grind against his knee.
Eventually, his hand not occupied by his phone comes to rest on the arch in your back and assist in your smooth movements.
However, you refuse to be ignored while you’re pathetically rutting against his thigh, so one of your hands comes to rest over the growing tent in his pants.
A low groan escapes his mouth, but he seems otherwise unaffected.
That won’t do.
So you push yourself up and moved to straddle him. You pluck the phone out of his hands and toss it to join yours. You finally get a good look at his face.
Shit, his pupils are blown wide.
There’s no way to mistake the look on his face, he’s completely at your mercy.
Your hands move to his waistband, and pull him free just enough for his dick to slap against his hiked up t-shirt.
You do the same for yourself, and lean down to kiss him. Felix eagerly returns the kiss, whimpering slightly into your mouth.
You slowly lower yourself down on him, correcting a few times throughout to keep both your comfort.
Every sense is heightened tenfold, and you both find yourself reaching your climax very quickly.
You feel every vein; the stretch is addictive. He’s obviously similarly effected, judging from his growing moans and his grip tightening on your thighs.
Good thing you have plenty of chocolate left. You don’t plan on getting off of him for a while.
The chocolates do nothing. That’s what you’d both decided, not only insulting the chocolate’s effectiveness but also testing your own patience as well.
Seungmin and your relationship was an odd one. After a tipsy night together almost a year ago, you’d decided that keeping your hands off one another was a disservice to both of you.
Frankly, it didn’t change much in both of your lives. There was tension before— there always was— but even with the casual sex, you were still good friends. It was never awkward with him.
So when he brings up the chocolates, you agree wholeheartedly. You don’t believe chocolate could make you horny, so you expect a simple night with your best friend.
What you didn’t expect was him kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of you, begging for an opportunity to touch you.
You’d never seen him like this, even on rare tender nights. He was always in charge, knowing what he wants and how to get it.
His eyes bare into yours like you’re the only thing he could possibly need for the rest of his life. You see the swirl of need deep in his pupils, and usually, you would give him what he wants.
But when will you get another chance like this?
“Min, you look so pretty down there.” It’s barely a whisper, but his face flushes anyway, and you can see him strain through his sweatpants even now.
You lean down towards him, and his immediate reaction is to clutch onto your legs and make a move for your lips.
It’s not hard to push him back down, though, and he whines at the loss of even your hand pushing him away.
“You can be good, yeah, baby?” You’re not sure where your newfound confidence is coming from, but your tone is stern despite the thrum of heat deep in your gut.
He pauses for a moment, and then nods slowly, still looking up at you. Seeing him on his knees like this, eyes slightly puffy and face void of his usual disinterested look, you can’t help but rub your thighs together.
His eyes shoot to the movement, but you’re quick to grab his jaw. Your grasp is firm, but not hard by any means. You tilt his head back up to look at you.
“Wanna take care of me, Min?”
You see a visible shutter rock through his body, before he’s nodding again, more enthusiastically than before.
So, you spread your legs just enough so that he can shift in between them. Your knees are over his shoulders now, but he never seems to be close enough. Even when he’s inside you, body flush to yours, you find that your soul tries to reach out and touch his.
The thought makes you soften, and you thread your fingers into his hair.
“Go on, love. I’m right here.”
The last word isn’t even fully out of your mouth before his hands shoot from his thighs to your ass. You shriek a little as you’re thrown forward towards his mouth.
You think he’ll at least pull your panties to the side, but he hasn’t any dignity left for that.
He licks a stripe up your underwear, still managing to find your clit despite the barrier.
With your wetness and his spit, it’s not long until you feel like there’s no barrier at all.
As soon as there’s contact, you throw your head back, tugging his hair and grinding against his mouth.
Your actions draw a whine out of his mouth, and before you know it, your back is on the bed, and he’s using his hands— his long fingers, his palms that overtake yours— and pushing your thighs far apart to ruin you further. You let yourself think for a moment that his soul is trying to reach yours, too.
Thoughts aren’t living long in your head right now, though, so they slip away before you can overthink them. You’re too focused on the feeling of his fingers sliding down your thigh, reaching your underwear with the precision of a man who wasn’t on his knees just a minute ago.
His fingers finally curl around the middle of your panties, pulling them to the side. He doesn’t dive back in immediately, instead opting to watch the string of white connection from your pussy to your underwear, stretching and snapping. Your forearm throws itself over your eyes, embarrassment leaking out along with a whine.
Then, you don’t have any time to be embarrassed, because he licks another stripe up your hole, and you feel the vibration of his moan shoot through you.
He’s so desperate, acting without abandon, and only two thoughts go through your mind.
The first is that you must try these chocolates again.
And the second is that you love him, and he needs to know. He needs to know now. He needed to know yesterday.
So you mumble it out through your forearm, “I love you, I love you. Min, I love you.” The phrase shoots out of your mouth like arrows, but the first time was enough. His body freezes.
He pulls away, crawling over you and pressing his mouth to yours. You taste yourself on him.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good. And you’re going to tell me you love me over…” He punctuates the word with a kiss, saying it again against your lips. “…and over.”
His eyes still shine with absolute devotion, but the dominance isn’t questionable.
The question wasn’t whether you and Jeongin would end up in bed together today; it was whether either of your behaviors changed.
Secretly, you were hoping you would get to see the unfiltered, desperate version of him that you only got to see once in a blue moon.
Your and Jeongin’s lives were completely entangled in each other, so dinners were shared almost every night. Tonight was no different, other than the chocolate you both held in your palms now.
You make eye contact, and he smirks before popping the entire thing in his mouth and coaxing you gently to do the same.
And in the domesticity that is living with Jeongin, you started working together on dinner. You both decided on grilled chicken with rice, so he started on the rice while you cut the chicken.
Life was easy with Jeongin, and after being in thought for about 15 minutes, you realize that the fact that life was easy with him was turning you on.
Or maybe you’re just turned on, because your thighs are rubbing together and the silence is suddenly deafening.
The sound of the chicken sizzling breaks you out of your thoughts, and you flip it before it can burn.
You hear Jeongin pour the freshly washed rice in the cooker, and when you glance over your shoulder, his hands are gripping the counter with white knuckles. His hair is falling over his eyes, and his back muscles ripple with every breath.
Yeah, you’re done for.
You whip back around with red cheeks, but you don’t have any time to dwell on what you just saw. The chicken is ready, so you plate it and push up on your tiptoes to find the yangnyeom sauce.
Suddenly, you feel a warm presence push up against you. There’s no one else it could be, but Jeongin still surprises you anyway. You try to turn to look at him, but before you can, his hand is snaking around your front to hold you at the waist. You find your eyes fluttering closed before you can tell them not to.
Your arms are still up at the cabinet, so his hand easily slides up so his thumb sits right on your sternum. It’s so slow and intimate that you can only shiver at his simple motions.
He slides his other hand up your arm to close the cabinet, and slowly turns you around to face him.
With his other hand still bracing against the cabinet, he pulls you flush against him.
“I’m choosing to blame the chocolate.” He whispers, eyes trained on your lips.
You can’t bring yourself to speak, so a huff of a laugh leaves you instead.
Your eyes stare up at him with an anticipation and need that he didn’t expect. It’s obvious whatever was in that chocolate was affecting you, too.
The first kiss you two share of the night is slow. His lips slide against yours in an undeniable devotion, and you’re quickly swept away into the feeling.
“Get on the counter.” His voice sounds almost grave, but the shudder that racks through his body when your knees brush up against his stomach gives him away.
Before you know it, your shirt and his are removed in sync, and his hands are all over you.
Even as he lowers his hands to touch you through your little shorts, you can’t help but believe this is where you were meant to be.
That feeling defines your intimacy, as he pulls an orgasm from you, through your shorts, in record time.
It doesn’t take long before the chicken behind you is forgotten, and you’re bent over the counter with your panties at your angles and his cock reaching so deeply inside of you that you can’t even think.
His scattering kisses over your shoulders remind you of his love, and you realize that it’s possible to be rough and gentle at the same time.
You got the unfiltered, desperate version of Jeongin, but every thrust reminds you that he loves you so earnestly. That is his unfiltered.
Death has found me in the form of college physics, and I'm just now getting back into writing. Wanted to let everyone know that I'm working on dual-posting some of my fics onto AO3.
This account is old but I'm revamping. However I can't bring myself to delete some of the old works with 20,000+ hits, so there's some Genshin Impact stuff on there too.
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Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, dry humping, tension!, some food mentions (but not in a sexual sense), sleep-deprived writing, slightly domestic married life? (changbin), slight exhibitionism, light drinking (wine, hyunjin)
A/N: The rest of this fic will be posted later today! I'm up to my chin in work, so I've been a little behind in writing. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you @breakmeoff for organizing! This will also serve as my aphrodisiacs post, which I promised a while back. <3
It started with the chocolates.
You’d seen them online. Break. Bite. Bang. You weren’t even sure what they were at first. After some investigation, it was obvious that they were for more… dirty purposes.
When you brought it up to him, he’d laughed and nodded right along, and you ordered them.
Both of you were so convinced it was a placebo, and both of you were so horribly wrong.
You were about halfway through your ramen date when you felt it. It started as a small tingle in your thighs, but before you realized, it was a deep throb. Your eyes shot up to Chan, who looked like he wasn’t feeling a thing opposite you.
His eyes meet yours.
“You alright?” His voice came out a bit raspy, and he cleared his throat after. However, his voice has a tendency to affect you, even when you don’t have horny chocolate all up in your blood.
You nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave yours.
He leaned forward with a smirk that made you want to jump right over the table.
“Are you really not feeling anything?” You ask, and you realize you're subconsciously clenching your thighs together under the table.
He smiles and sets his chopsticks to the side, unfinished.
“Of course I am. I’m pretty sure I felt it before you.” He says, and his words surprise you.
“You… you did?”
His eyes flicker to you, and that’s when you see it. A hunger deep in his expression. Low eyelids, shallow breathing. He would bend you over this table right now if he could.
His hand clenches on the table, and he mutters under his breath before talking directly to you.
You feel his hand reach across the table and find yours. He brings it to his lips, and you shudder– actually shudder. Just at the feeling of his touch.
You look around at the ramen shop you’re in, and nothing seems more important than getting your lips on his right now.
Yeah, you’re going home.
By the time you processed, you were moving, and you were both already at the door. He opens it and pulls you in.
He’s already kissing you before the door is fully closed. It’s soft, so soft that you almost crumble just at the simple touch.
Mahogany and vanilla fill your senses as he pushes you up against the door and lays a light hand on your throat.
Everywhere he touches you is on fire, and it seems he feels it too.
His groans echo in your ear as he kisses your neck. Your fingers tingle as they drag through his hair. Why did the simplest things feel so good?
The sounds you’re making cause him to let out a shuddery breath, and then he’s slightly pulling away from your neck.
“God, you sound so good.” His voice was breathy against your collarbone, and next thing you knew, you were being carried to the couch. He laid you down, and your legs instinctively parted. Now that he was right up against you, you could feel every part of him. The seam of his jeans met your cloth shorts, and it dragged up against your clit in the most delicious way possible.
Everything he did was magnified tenfold; you couldn’t even think straight.
His groans, his small thrusts, his kisses, his hands on your hips. Your mind was spinning with lust. All because of him, always because of him.
“I need more– need more…” You whisper against his mouth, and a broken whine leaves his mouth.
“Yes, okay–,” Randomly placed words leave his mouth as he struggles to pull himself away from you. Once he does, he’s pulling your shorts down and unbuttoning his pants just enough to pull his dick out.
He’s hard, painfully hard. You can see it on his face when he isn’t constrained by his jeans anymore. You’re not in much better shape. You’re throbbing around nothing, and his eyes are glued to the sight.
Next thing you know, his mouth is attached to your core, and his hips are rutting up against the couch. You’ve never seen him act like this, not even when he’s been away for months.
You’re addicted.
He’s eating you out like he’s starving, and you’re approaching climax so fast that you’re pulling at his hair and rutting against his face. He’s so desperate and messy, it almost looks like he’s trying to pull your orgasm out of you.
Soon enough, your legs are tightening around his head, and he’s got his hands on your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. He helps you ride through it, and when he pulls away, you realize something.
You weren’t finished in the slightest. I wanted more of him. Your gaze moves down to his painfully erect cock and back to his face, before pulling him back to kiss him senseless.
You weren’t letting him leave the bed for the rest of the night.
It was a challenge between the two of you. Who could resist it the longest?
One thing about Minho: he’s competitive.
He’ll up the stakes to call your bluff and then rip the rug out from under your feet once you’re too far in. And that’s exactly what he was doing now.
“If you eat an entire square, I will too.”
“Min, you’re insane– the serving size is half a square.”
“Coward.”
“...You’re on.”
And that’s how you got here. Sitting on a couch, a movie in front of you, thousands of volts of tension between you..
There was some horrible rom-com on the TV in front of you both. You wouldn’t even focus on this movie normally, but the fact that Minho is right next to you and you feel electricity crawling up your bones and reaching towards him, didn’t help much.
You felt it deep within your core, that need, dark and unsettling. It rattled you, but Minho didn’t look affected at all. It pissed you off how he always had that stone-cold look on his face.
But you couldn’t break first. That was the most insufferable part. He was right there, sex embodied, and you couldn’t even touch him.
Your knees were close enough. If you just shifted, you could–
“Someone’s excited.” You jolted away at his words. Embarrassment crept up your neck, but you didn’t respond right away.
You felt his eyes on you. You could imagine them, dark and searching. He could see right through you. He knew you wanted to jump his bones right now. He wanted you to lose.
“I’m not excited. I’m watching the movie. It’s not my fault you’re so riled up by my knee.” You responded after a moment of silence.
You felt his smirk. It was like your senses were on edge, waiting for a sign – any sign – that he was struggling as much as you.
And then, you had your sign. His hand slid to its place on your knee. You stiffen at the feelings, something completely out of character for you. He noticed immediately, of course he did.
“Liar.”
“Says the guy clearly itching to fuck me into this couch.” Your answer was quippy, fell right out of your mouth.
Shit. He wouldn’t appreciate that.
You felt his hand on your jaw, and suddenly you were facing him.
“Sorry?” His one-word answers always made your heart race with anticipation.
“You… you obviously…” You trailed off, unable to repeat the phrase to his face.
“That’s what I thought. Always so much bark until it’s time to bite.”
You didn’t move. You couldn’t move. Your skin was itching for more of his touch, anywhere, everywhere. He knew.
That’s why he let go of you. Leaned back against the armrest. Legs spread, exuding confidence.
He made a come here motion with his fingers, and who are you to disobey?
You crawl towards him, and his lips are on yours faster than you can process. Everything feels so fast, and yet so slow. You feel every little move of his fingers up your sides, yet the slide of his lips against yours is too fast to keep up. You didn’t think the chocolate would affect you this much. It was frightening, and so, so delicious.
You ended up in his lap before you realized you were moving at all.
His hands were kneading your ass, and your hips started moving on their own to grind against him. You heard him suck his teeth, and you were on your back.
How is everything so fast?
He pulls back. His hand holds your jaw in place, and you hear him say something you never thought he would say.
“Please let me fuck you. Please.” It’s almost too quiet to hear properly. You tighten around nothing at his words, and nod wordlessly. Almost too enthusiastically. He just smiles and presses his lips to your neck.
“Thank you, jagiya. Gonna treat you so well. Would treat you so well.” Before your mind can process the last thing he said, his hands are working at your pants, and they’re on the floor.
You feel him breach your core, and it feels like you could be complete right here. This could be it, and you’d be content. Molded together, held together like magnets. It had always been that way. Was it really the chocolate?
As he presses into that perfect spot that makes you arch up into him, he smiles and whispers right by your ear.
“All mine tonight, huh?”
You nod along with his thrusts that seem to get more accurate every second. He never disappoints, you realize, as your hands scratch down his shirt. God, you’re both still half-dressed. You’ve never seen him this desperate. You want to write a personal review of this chocolate that’s more graphic than would ever be socially acceptable.
But for now, all you see and feel is Minho. And when his fingers make their way to your clit, you’re moaning louder than you ever have, and so is he.
This is sensual; more sensual than any night you’d shared together. He feels it too, you know he does.
As you see stars together for just the first time that night, you realize that things may not be the same after this.
The package came while you were cooking dinner. Perfect timing, he had said. We’ll have it for dessert, he said.
You’d agreed, with a small warning to behave.
Changbin never behaves.
You were on the bed maybe 15 minutes after you both ate the chocolate. He doesn’t waste time, but truly, you were both already horny all through dinner; no chocolate needed.
It was almost disappointing; you didn’t get to enjoy the tension, the rise of intensity between both of you, before one of you cracked.
But with his lips wrapped around your clit, acting like a starved man, you couldn’t seem to complain.
He was worshipping you, not uncommon, but definitely on a larger scale.
Kisses up and down your body, tremors when you speak, moan, anything.
He’s enamored with you, and nothing can distract him.
That is, until beside you on the bed, you feel vibrations. You whip your head to the sound, and realize it’s his phone buzzing. The screen reads a call from Chan. You love Chan, but his timing couldn’t be worse.
Considering Changbin’s on call for their newest record, you push him off of you with a small, “Baby, baby, phone.”
He groans in annoyance, but picks up anyway. A short, “Yes?” leaves his mouth at the call. He shouldn’t be so annoyed. Why is he so annoyed?
Soon enough, they’re conversing about needing to have Hyunjin redo a line because of an audio glitch.
As you’re catching your breath from the sudden disruption, you feel Changbin’s thumb making slow circles on your knee. Your eyes snap to him, and you mouth a quiet, “What are you doing?”
He just smiles at you and moves to settle himself between your legs. The bed squeaks a little, and you cringe at the thought of Chan hearing it. It can’t stay on your mind long, though, because your husband’s fingers are already sliding through your folds with the impatience of a starved man.
Your mouth falls open as he finds and starts rubbing tight circles on your clit. It takes everything in you to stay quiet, but Changbin doesn’t seem to appreciate that.
So he does the smart thing and decides his attention should be on you.
“Sorry, man, gotta go.” He says, and you hear a quiet objection from the other side of the call before the phone is across the bed and he’s settled back where he’s meant to be.
“You’re insane.” You chastise your husband shortly, but he just smiles at you and cocks his head to the side.
“My wife needs me, no time for work.” He says, and you shake your head slightly before his fingers slide into you with ease.
You don’t have to hold back your moans now, so he coaxes them right out of you like he’s an expert.
(He is.)
Your orgasm approaches so much quicker than usual, and your senses tingle with the remnants of the chocolate and almost getting caught.
Then his mouth is back on your clit, and your head is falling back with heightened pleasure that you’re not used to.
Once he helps you through it, he backs up onto his knees.
His hand closes around your ankle, and he pulls you toward him with that strength you always adored. His arms cage your head, and he’s kissing you senseless.
“You’re driving me so insane– maybe the chocolate does work.” He chuckles to himself before lining himself up and pushing into you. Both of your mouths fall open as you breach a new sensitivity that both of you had never experienced before.
Wine night! A wonderful tradition that the two of you had begun in the first stage of your relationship.
It started as an excuse to loosen up and really talk, sometimes paint. Now, it was an excuse to reminisce and occasionally get a little handsy.
The chocolates had been brought up at the last wine night, and the two of you decided this wine night was a good time to try them.
You mostly sat and talked anyway, why not try to talk and keep from jumping onto the other person?
That was what it was supposed to be, anyway. That’s how it started! You were talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
“But that’s why his work was so impressive, the understanding of color is unbelievable.” Hyunjin was passionately speaking about an artist he’d seen while stopped in Paris. His passion didn’t keep his eyes from raking all over your body. It was thinly-veiled desperation.
“He’s seriously talented. It’s hard to believe he’s a vegan.” You nodded along, trying to ignore that gaze that set fire to every nerve you have.
He laughed at that, something light and unassuming. His words were so opposite to his appearance.
He was sitting on one of his art stools, legs spread slightly, glass of wine in hand. His black button-up had the sleeves up to his elbows, and you could count the veins etched up his arms. You just wanted to eat him alive.
He kept talking: color theory, shading, paint technique, how he’d been incorporating the features into his own art. It was so bad, all you wanted him to do was unbutton your dress.
His fingers kept flexing against his thigh as he talked. You wanted him. His jaw clenched when he paused for too long. You needed him.
He laughed curtly to himself and glanced up at your face.
“Are you feeling this chocolate as much as I am? I mean… I’m sweating.” He took a tissue to his forehead, but it was more of a dramatic gesture than a genuine solution.
“I’m feeling it…” You start. “I’ve wanted to take you to bed since you started talking about charcoal, Jinnie.”
He smiles at you, deceptively disarming.
“Well, come take me to bed then, darling.”
You smile at him, wide and mischievous. “Why don’t you talk a little longer? I want to hear the rest of the story about seeing the Mona Lisa with Felix.”
You set your glass down on the table next to you and place your hands into your lap, obviously waiting for him to keep talking.
He sets his own glass down and stands up.
“Oh, fuck that. Come here.”
The corner of your mouth twitched upward, and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Feeling needy?”
“Always.”
That’s all you needed to hear. You stood up and made your way towards him. You were slightly taller than him since he was still sitting down. He looked up at you with an adoration that couldn’t be attributed only to the chocolate.
Your lips met in a soft connection that felt more like an explosion. You know, you never liked tongue until you met Hyunjin. There was something about the way he swept you away and took the lead that made your knees buckle.
He rose to his feet without breaking the kiss, arms wrapping around your waist. You jumped up to meet him, and he carried you towards the bedroom.
However, you seemed a bit impatient. You kissed his neck, his collarbone, the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t take much more of that.
So, he didn’t. He pushed you up against the wall right outside the bedroom. His hands were all over you, overwhelming you in the best way possible.
And then you felt it, a hard tent in his pants. The feeling made you groan with satisfaction, and he smiled against your lips.
“I guess the chocolate does work, huh?” He teases.
“It’s hard to know when we’re so desperate for each other anyway.”
He grins at that and picks you up again. He sets you down before sitting on the bed and pulling you on top of him. You’re quick to pull him out of his jeans and pull your panties to the side.
You needed to feel him immediately. There was no reason to wait.
He obviously agreed with you from the breathy whines he let out at the feeling of entering you.
The entire experience was sensual and irreplaceable.
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Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, dry humping, tension!, some food mentions (but not in a sexual sense), sleep-deprived writing, slightly domestic married life? (changbin), slight exhibitionism, light drinking (wine, hyunjin)
A/N: The rest of this fic will be posted later today! I'm up to my chin in work, so I've been a little behind in writing. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you @breakmeoff for organizing! This will also serve as my aphrodisiacs post, which I promised a while back. <3
It started with the chocolates.
You’d seen them online. Break. Bite. Bang. You weren’t even sure what they were at first. After some investigation, it was obvious that they were for more… dirty purposes.
When you brought it up to him, he’d laughed and nodded right along, and you ordered them.
Both of you were so convinced it was a placebo, and both of you were so horribly wrong.
You were about halfway through your ramen date when you felt it. It started as a small tingle in your thighs, but before you realized, it was a deep throb. Your eyes shot up to Chan, who looked like he wasn’t feeling a thing opposite you.
His eyes meet yours.
“You alright?” His voice came out a bit raspy, and he cleared his throat after. However, his voice has a tendency to affect you, even when you don’t have horny chocolate all up in your blood.
You nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave yours.
He leaned forward with a smirk that made you want to jump right over the table.
“Are you really not feeling anything?” You ask, and you realize you're subconsciously clenching your thighs together under the table.
He smiles and sets his chopsticks to the side, unfinished.
“Of course I am. I’m pretty sure I felt it before you.” He says, and his words surprise you.
“You… you did?”
His eyes flicker to you, and that’s when you see it. A hunger deep in his expression. Low eyelids, shallow breathing. He would bend you over this table right now if he could.
His hand clenches on the table, and he mutters under his breath before talking directly to you.
You feel his hand reach across the table and find yours. He brings it to his lips, and you shudder– actually shudder. Just at the feeling of his touch.
You look around at the ramen shop you’re in, and nothing seems more important than getting your lips on his right now.
Yeah, you’re going home.
By the time you processed, you were moving, and you were both already at the door. He opens it and pulls you in.
He’s already kissing you before the door is fully closed. It’s soft, so soft that you almost crumble just at the simple touch.
Mahogany and vanilla fill your senses as he pushes you up against the door and lays a light hand on your throat.
Everywhere he touches you is on fire, and it seems he feels it too.
His groans echo in your ear as he kisses your neck. Your fingers tingle as they drag through his hair. Why did the simplest things feel so good?
The sounds you’re making cause him to let out a shuddery breath, and then he’s slightly pulling away from your neck.
“God, you sound so good.” His voice was breathy against your collarbone, and next thing you knew, you were being carried to the couch. He laid you down, and your legs instinctively parted. Now that he was right up against you, you could feel every part of him. The seam of his jeans met your cloth shorts, and it dragged up against your clit in the most delicious way possible.
Everything he did was magnified tenfold; you couldn’t even think straight.
His groans, his small thrusts, his kisses, his hands on your hips. Your mind was spinning with lust. All because of him, always because of him.
“I need more– need more…” You whisper against his mouth, and a broken whine leaves his mouth.
“Yes, okay–,” Randomly placed words leave his mouth as he struggles to pull himself away from you. Once he does, he’s pulling your shorts down and unbuttoning his pants just enough to pull his dick out.
He’s hard, painfully hard. You can see it on his face when he isn’t constrained by his jeans anymore. You’re not in much better shape. You’re throbbing around nothing, and his eyes are glued to the sight.
Next thing you know, his mouth is attached to your core, and his hips are rutting up against the couch. You’ve never seen him act like this, not even when he’s been away for months.
You’re addicted.
He’s eating you out like he’s starving, and you’re approaching climax so fast that you’re pulling at his hair and rutting against his face. He’s so desperate and messy, it almost looks like he’s trying to pull your orgasm out of you.
Soon enough, your legs are tightening around his head, and he’s got his hands on your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. He helps you ride through it, and when he pulls away, you realize something.
You weren’t finished in the slightest. I wanted more of him. Your gaze moves down to his painfully erect cock and back to his face, before pulling him back to kiss him senseless.
You weren’t letting him leave the bed for the rest of the night.
It was a challenge between the two of you. Who could resist it the longest?
One thing about Minho: he’s competitive.
He’ll up the stakes to call your bluff and then rip the rug out from under your feet once you’re too far in. And that’s exactly what he was doing now.
“If you eat an entire square, I will too.”
“Min, you’re insane– the serving size is half a square.”
“Coward.”
“...You’re on.”
And that’s how you got here. Sitting on a couch, a movie in front of you, thousands of volts of tension between you..
There was some horrible rom-com on the TV in front of you both. You wouldn’t even focus on this movie normally, but the fact that Minho is right next to you and you feel electricity crawling up your bones and reaching towards him, didn’t help much.
You felt it deep within your core, that need, dark and unsettling. It rattled you, but Minho didn’t look affected at all. It pissed you off how he always had that stone-cold look on his face.
But you couldn’t break first. That was the most insufferable part. He was right there, sex embodied, and you couldn’t even touch him.
Your knees were close enough. If you just shifted, you could–
“Someone’s excited.” You jolted away at his words. Embarrassment crept up your neck, but you didn’t respond right away.
You felt his eyes on you. You could imagine them, dark and searching. He could see right through you. He knew you wanted to jump his bones right now. He wanted you to lose.
“I’m not excited. I’m watching the movie. It’s not my fault you’re so riled up by my knee.” You responded after a moment of silence.
You felt his smirk. It was like your senses were on edge, waiting for a sign – any sign – that he was struggling as much as you.
And then, you had your sign. His hand slid to its place on your knee. You stiffen at the feelings, something completely out of character for you. He noticed immediately, of course he did.
“Liar.”
“Says the guy clearly itching to fuck me into this couch.” Your answer was quippy, fell right out of your mouth.
Shit. He wouldn’t appreciate that.
You felt his hand on your jaw, and suddenly you were facing him.
“Sorry?” His one-word answers always made your heart race with anticipation.
“You… you obviously…” You trailed off, unable to repeat the phrase to his face.
“That’s what I thought. Always so much bark until it’s time to bite.”
You didn’t move. You couldn’t move. Your skin was itching for more of his touch, anywhere, everywhere. He knew.
That’s why he let go of you. Leaned back against the armrest. Legs spread, exuding confidence.
He made a come here motion with his fingers, and who are you to disobey?
You crawl towards him, and his lips are on yours faster than you can process. Everything feels so fast, and yet so slow. You feel every little move of his fingers up your sides, yet the slide of his lips against yours is too fast to keep up. You didn’t think the chocolate would affect you this much. It was frightening, and so, so delicious.
You ended up in his lap before you realized you were moving at all.
His hands were kneading your ass, and your hips started moving on their own to grind against him. You heard him suck his teeth, and you were on your back.
How is everything so fast?
He pulls back. His hand holds your jaw in place, and you hear him say something you never thought he would say.
“Please let me fuck you. Please.” It’s almost too quiet to hear properly. You tighten around nothing at his words, and nod wordlessly. Almost too enthusiastically. He just smiles and presses his lips to your neck.
“Thank you, jagiya. Gonna treat you so well. Would treat you so well.” Before your mind can process the last thing he said, his hands are working at your pants, and they’re on the floor.
You feel him breach your core, and it feels like you could be complete right here. This could be it, and you’d be content. Molded together, held together like magnets. It had always been that way. Was it really the chocolate?
As he presses into that perfect spot that makes you arch up into him, he smiles and whispers right by your ear.
“All mine tonight, huh?”
You nod along with his thrusts that seem to get more accurate every second. He never disappoints, you realize, as your hands scratch down his shirt. God, you’re both still half-dressed. You’ve never seen him this desperate. You want to write a personal review of this chocolate that’s more graphic than would ever be socially acceptable.
But for now, all you see and feel is Minho. And when his fingers make their way to your clit, you’re moaning louder than you ever have, and so is he.
This is sensual; more sensual than any night you’d shared together. He feels it too, you know he does.
As you see stars together for just the first time that night, you realize that things may not be the same after this.
The package came while you were cooking dinner. Perfect timing, he had said. We’ll have it for dessert, he said.
You’d agreed, with a small warning to behave.
Changbin never behaves.
You were on the bed maybe 15 minutes after you both ate the chocolate. He doesn’t waste time, but truly, you were both already horny all through dinner; no chocolate needed.
It was almost disappointing; you didn’t get to enjoy the tension, the rise of intensity between both of you, before one of you cracked.
But with his lips wrapped around your clit, acting like a starved man, you couldn’t seem to complain.
He was worshipping you, not uncommon, but definitely on a larger scale.
Kisses up and down your body, tremors when you speak, moan, anything.
He’s enamored with you, and nothing can distract him.
That is, until beside you on the bed, you feel vibrations. You whip your head to the sound, and realize it’s his phone buzzing. The screen reads a call from Chan. You love Chan, but his timing couldn’t be worse.
Considering Changbin’s on call for their newest record, you push him off of you with a small, “Baby, baby, phone.”
He groans in annoyance, but picks up anyway. A short, “Yes?” leaves his mouth at the call. He shouldn’t be so annoyed. Why is he so annoyed?
Soon enough, they’re conversing about needing to have Hyunjin redo a line because of an audio glitch.
As you’re catching your breath from the sudden disruption, you feel Changbin’s thumb making slow circles on your knee. Your eyes snap to him, and you mouth a quiet, “What are you doing?”
He just smiles at you and moves to settle himself between your legs. The bed squeaks a little, and you cringe at the thought of Chan hearing it. It can’t stay on your mind long, though, because your husband’s fingers are already sliding through your folds with the impatience of a starved man.
Your mouth falls open as he finds and starts rubbing tight circles on your clit. It takes everything in you to stay quiet, but Changbin doesn’t seem to appreciate that.
So he does the smart thing and decides his attention should be on you.
“Sorry, man, gotta go.” He says, and you hear a quiet objection from the other side of the call before the phone is across the bed and he’s settled back where he’s meant to be.
“You’re insane.” You chastise your husband shortly, but he just smiles at you and cocks his head to the side.
“My wife needs me, no time for work.” He says, and you shake your head slightly before his fingers slide into you with ease.
You don’t have to hold back your moans now, so he coaxes them right out of you like he’s an expert.
(He is.)
Your orgasm approaches so much quicker than usual, and your senses tingle with the remnants of the chocolate and almost getting caught.
Then his mouth is back on your clit, and your head is falling back with heightened pleasure that you’re not used to.
Once he helps you through it, he backs up onto his knees.
His hand closes around your ankle, and he pulls you toward him with that strength you always adored. His arms cage your head, and he’s kissing you senseless.
“You’re driving me so insane– maybe the chocolate does work.” He chuckles to himself before lining himself up and pushing into you. Both of your mouths fall open as you breach a new sensitivity that both of you had never experienced before.
Wine night! A wonderful tradition that the two of you had begun in the first stage of your relationship.
It started as an excuse to loosen up and really talk, sometimes paint. Now, it was an excuse to reminisce and occasionally get a little handsy.
The chocolates had been brought up at the last wine night, and the two of you decided this wine night was a good time to try them.
You mostly sat and talked anyway, why not try to talk and keep from jumping onto the other person?
That was what it was supposed to be, anyway. That’s how it started! You were talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
“But that’s why his work was so impressive, the understanding of color is unbelievable.” Hyunjin was passionately speaking about an artist he’d seen while stopped in Paris. His passion didn’t keep his eyes from raking all over your body. It was thinly-veiled desperation.
“He’s seriously talented. It’s hard to believe he’s a vegan.” You nodded along, trying to ignore that gaze that set fire to every nerve you have.
He laughed at that, something light and unassuming. His words were so opposite to his appearance.
He was sitting on one of his art stools, legs spread slightly, glass of wine in hand. His black button-up had the sleeves up to his elbows, and you could count the veins etched up his arms. You just wanted to eat him alive.
He kept talking: color theory, shading, paint technique, how he’d been incorporating the features into his own art. It was so bad, all you wanted him to do was unbutton your dress.
His fingers kept flexing against his thigh as he talked. You wanted him. His jaw clenched when he paused for too long. You needed him.
He laughed curtly to himself and glanced up at your face.
“Are you feeling this chocolate as much as I am? I mean… I’m sweating.” He took a tissue to his forehead, but it was more of a dramatic gesture than a genuine solution.
“I’m feeling it…” You start. “I’ve wanted to take you to bed since you started talking about charcoal, Jinnie.”
He smiles at you, deceptively disarming.
“Well, come take me to bed then, darling.”
You smile at him, wide and mischievous. “Why don’t you talk a little longer? I want to hear the rest of the story about seeing the Mona Lisa with Felix.”
You set your glass down on the table next to you and place your hands into your lap, obviously waiting for him to keep talking.
He sets his own glass down and stands up.
“Oh, fuck that. Come here.”
The corner of your mouth twitched upward, and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Feeling needy?”
“Always.”
That’s all you needed to hear. You stood up and made your way towards him. You were slightly taller than him since he was still sitting down. He looked up at you with an adoration that couldn’t be attributed only to the chocolate.
Your lips met in a soft connection that felt more like an explosion. You know, you never liked tongue until you met Hyunjin. There was something about the way he swept you away and took the lead that made your knees buckle.
He rose to his feet without breaking the kiss, arms wrapping around your waist. You jumped up to meet him, and he carried you towards the bedroom.
However, you seemed a bit impatient. You kissed his neck, his collarbone, the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t take much more of that.
So, he didn’t. He pushed you up against the wall right outside the bedroom. His hands were all over you, overwhelming you in the best way possible.
And then you felt it, a hard tent in his pants. The feeling made you groan with satisfaction, and he smiled against your lips.
“I guess the chocolate does work, huh?” He teases.
“It’s hard to know when we’re so desperate for each other anyway.”
He grins at that and picks you up again. He sets you down before sitting on the bed and pulling you on top of him. You’re quick to pull him out of his jeans and pull your panties to the side.
You needed to feel him immediately. There was no reason to wait.
He obviously agreed with you from the breathy whines he let out at the feeling of entering you.
The entire experience was sensual and irreplaceable.
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Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, dry humping, tension!, some food mentions (but not in a sexual sense), sleep-deprived writing, slightly domestic married life? (changbin), slight exhibitionism, light drinking (wine, hyunjin)
A/N: The rest of this fic will be posted later today! I'm up to my chin in work, so I've been a little behind in writing. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you @breakmeoff for organizing! This will also serve as my aphrodisiacs post, which I promised a while back. <3
It started with the chocolates.
You’d seen them online. Break. Bite. Bang. You weren’t even sure what they were at first. After some investigation, it was obvious that they were for more… dirty purposes.
When you brought it up to him, he’d laughed and nodded right along, and you ordered them.
Both of you were so convinced it was a placebo, and both of you were so horribly wrong.
You were about halfway through your ramen date when you felt it. It started as a small tingle in your thighs, but before you realized, it was a deep throb. Your eyes shot up to Chan, who looked like he wasn’t feeling a thing opposite you.
His eyes meet yours.
“You alright?” His voice came out a bit raspy, and he cleared his throat after. However, his voice has a tendency to affect you, even when you don’t have horny chocolate all up in your blood.
You nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave yours.
He leaned forward with a smirk that made you want to jump right over the table.
“Are you really not feeling anything?” You ask, and you realize you're subconsciously clenching your thighs together under the table.
He smiles and sets his chopsticks to the side, unfinished.
“Of course I am. I’m pretty sure I felt it before you.” He says, and his words surprise you.
“You… you did?”
His eyes flicker to you, and that’s when you see it. A hunger deep in his expression. Low eyelids, shallow breathing. He would bend you over this table right now if he could.
His hand clenches on the table, and he mutters under his breath before talking directly to you.
You feel his hand reach across the table and find yours. He brings it to his lips, and you shudder– actually shudder. Just at the feeling of his touch.
You look around at the ramen shop you’re in, and nothing seems more important than getting your lips on his right now.
Yeah, you’re going home.
By the time you processed, you were moving, and you were both already at the door. He opens it and pulls you in.
He’s already kissing you before the door is fully closed. It’s soft, so soft that you almost crumble just at the simple touch.
Mahogany and vanilla fill your senses as he pushes you up against the door and lays a light hand on your throat.
Everywhere he touches you is on fire, and it seems he feels it too.
His groans echo in your ear as he kisses your neck. Your fingers tingle as they drag through his hair. Why did the simplest things feel so good?
The sounds you’re making cause him to let out a shuddery breath, and then he’s slightly pulling away from your neck.
“God, you sound so good.” His voice was breathy against your collarbone, and next thing you knew, you were being carried to the couch. He laid you down, and your legs instinctively parted. Now that he was right up against you, you could feel every part of him. The seam of his jeans met your cloth shorts, and it dragged up against your clit in the most delicious way possible.
Everything he did was magnified tenfold; you couldn’t even think straight.
His groans, his small thrusts, his kisses, his hands on your hips. Your mind was spinning with lust. All because of him, always because of him.
“I need more– need more…” You whisper against his mouth, and a broken whine leaves his mouth.
“Yes, okay–,” Randomly placed words leave his mouth as he struggles to pull himself away from you. Once he does, he’s pulling your shorts down and unbuttoning his pants just enough to pull his dick out.
He’s hard, painfully hard. You can see it on his face when he isn’t constrained by his jeans anymore. You’re not in much better shape. You’re throbbing around nothing, and his eyes are glued to the sight.
Next thing you know, his mouth is attached to your core, and his hips are rutting up against the couch. You’ve never seen him act like this, not even when he’s been away for months.
You’re addicted.
He’s eating you out like he’s starving, and you’re approaching climax so fast that you’re pulling at his hair and rutting against his face. He’s so desperate and messy, it almost looks like he’s trying to pull your orgasm out of you.
Soon enough, your legs are tightening around his head, and he’s got his hands on your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. He helps you ride through it, and when he pulls away, you realize something.
You weren’t finished in the slightest. I wanted more of him. Your gaze moves down to his painfully erect cock and back to his face, before pulling him back to kiss him senseless.
You weren’t letting him leave the bed for the rest of the night.
It was a challenge between the two of you. Who could resist it the longest?
One thing about Minho: he’s competitive.
He’ll up the stakes to call your bluff and then rip the rug out from under your feet once you’re too far in. And that’s exactly what he was doing now.
“If you eat an entire square, I will too.”
“Min, you’re insane– the serving size is half a square.”
“Coward.”
“...You’re on.”
And that’s how you got here. Sitting on a couch, a movie in front of you, thousands of volts of tension between you..
There was some horrible rom-com on the TV in front of you both. You wouldn’t even focus on this movie normally, but the fact that Minho is right next to you and you feel electricity crawling up your bones and reaching towards him, didn’t help much.
You felt it deep within your core, that need, dark and unsettling. It rattled you, but Minho didn’t look affected at all. It pissed you off how he always had that stone-cold look on his face.
But you couldn’t break first. That was the most insufferable part. He was right there, sex embodied, and you couldn’t even touch him.
Your knees were close enough. If you just shifted, you could–
“Someone’s excited.” You jolted away at his words. Embarrassment crept up your neck, but you didn’t respond right away.
You felt his eyes on you. You could imagine them, dark and searching. He could see right through you. He knew you wanted to jump his bones right now. He wanted you to lose.
“I’m not excited. I’m watching the movie. It’s not my fault you’re so riled up by my knee.” You responded after a moment of silence.
You felt his smirk. It was like your senses were on edge, waiting for a sign – any sign – that he was struggling as much as you.
And then, you had your sign. His hand slid to its place on your knee. You stiffen at the feelings, something completely out of character for you. He noticed immediately, of course he did.
“Liar.”
“Says the guy clearly itching to fuck me into this couch.” Your answer was quippy, fell right out of your mouth.
Shit. He wouldn’t appreciate that.
You felt his hand on your jaw, and suddenly you were facing him.
“Sorry?” His one-word answers always made your heart race with anticipation.
“You… you obviously…” You trailed off, unable to repeat the phrase to his face.
“That’s what I thought. Always so much bark until it’s time to bite.”
You didn’t move. You couldn’t move. Your skin was itching for more of his touch, anywhere, everywhere. He knew.
That’s why he let go of you. Leaned back against the armrest. Legs spread, exuding confidence.
He made a come here motion with his fingers, and who are you to disobey?
You crawl towards him, and his lips are on yours faster than you can process. Everything feels so fast, and yet so slow. You feel every little move of his fingers up your sides, yet the slide of his lips against yours is too fast to keep up. You didn’t think the chocolate would affect you this much. It was frightening, and so, so delicious.
You ended up in his lap before you realized you were moving at all.
His hands were kneading your ass, and your hips started moving on their own to grind against him. You heard him suck his teeth, and you were on your back.
How is everything so fast?
He pulls back. His hand holds your jaw in place, and you hear him say something you never thought he would say.
“Please let me fuck you. Please.” It’s almost too quiet to hear properly. You tighten around nothing at his words, and nod wordlessly. Almost too enthusiastically. He just smiles and presses his lips to your neck.
“Thank you, jagiya. Gonna treat you so well. Would treat you so well.” Before your mind can process the last thing he said, his hands are working at your pants, and they’re on the floor.
You feel him breach your core, and it feels like you could be complete right here. This could be it, and you’d be content. Molded together, held together like magnets. It had always been that way. Was it really the chocolate?
As he presses into that perfect spot that makes you arch up into him, he smiles and whispers right by your ear.
“All mine tonight, huh?”
You nod along with his thrusts that seem to get more accurate every second. He never disappoints, you realize, as your hands scratch down his shirt. God, you’re both still half-dressed. You’ve never seen him this desperate. You want to write a personal review of this chocolate that’s more graphic than would ever be socially acceptable.
But for now, all you see and feel is Minho. And when his fingers make their way to your clit, you’re moaning louder than you ever have, and so is he.
This is sensual; more sensual than any night you’d shared together. He feels it too, you know he does.
As you see stars together for just the first time that night, you realize that things may not be the same after this.
The package came while you were cooking dinner. Perfect timing, he had said. We’ll have it for dessert, he said.
You’d agreed, with a small warning to behave.
Changbin never behaves.
You were on the bed maybe 15 minutes after you both ate the chocolate. He doesn’t waste time, but truly, you were both already horny all through dinner; no chocolate needed.
It was almost disappointing; you didn’t get to enjoy the tension, the rise of intensity between both of you, before one of you cracked.
But with his lips wrapped around your clit, acting like a starved man, you couldn’t seem to complain.
He was worshipping you, not uncommon, but definitely on a larger scale.
Kisses up and down your body, tremors when you speak, moan, anything.
He’s enamored with you, and nothing can distract him.
That is, until beside you on the bed, you feel vibrations. You whip your head to the sound, and realize it’s his phone buzzing. The screen reads a call from Chan. You love Chan, but his timing couldn’t be worse.
Considering Changbin’s on call for their newest record, you push him off of you with a small, “Baby, baby, phone.”
He groans in annoyance, but picks up anyway. A short, “Yes?” leaves his mouth at the call. He shouldn’t be so annoyed. Why is he so annoyed?
Soon enough, they’re conversing about needing to have Hyunjin redo a line because of an audio glitch.
As you’re catching your breath from the sudden disruption, you feel Changbin’s thumb making slow circles on your knee. Your eyes snap to him, and you mouth a quiet, “What are you doing?”
He just smiles at you and moves to settle himself between your legs. The bed squeaks a little, and you cringe at the thought of Chan hearing it. It can’t stay on your mind long, though, because your husband’s fingers are already sliding through your folds with the impatience of a starved man.
Your mouth falls open as he finds and starts rubbing tight circles on your clit. It takes everything in you to stay quiet, but Changbin doesn’t seem to appreciate that.
So he does the smart thing and decides his attention should be on you.
“Sorry, man, gotta go.” He says, and you hear a quiet objection from the other side of the call before the phone is across the bed and he’s settled back where he’s meant to be.
“You’re insane.” You chastise your husband shortly, but he just smiles at you and cocks his head to the side.
“My wife needs me, no time for work.” He says, and you shake your head slightly before his fingers slide into you with ease.
You don’t have to hold back your moans now, so he coaxes them right out of you like he’s an expert.
(He is.)
Your orgasm approaches so much quicker than usual, and your senses tingle with the remnants of the chocolate and almost getting caught.
Then his mouth is back on your clit, and your head is falling back with heightened pleasure that you’re not used to.
Once he helps you through it, he backs up onto his knees.
His hand closes around your ankle, and he pulls you toward him with that strength you always adored. His arms cage your head, and he’s kissing you senseless.
“You’re driving me so insane– maybe the chocolate does work.” He chuckles to himself before lining himself up and pushing into you. Both of your mouths fall open as you breach a new sensitivity that both of you had never experienced before.
Wine night! A wonderful tradition that the two of you had begun in the first stage of your relationship.
It started as an excuse to loosen up and really talk, sometimes paint. Now, it was an excuse to reminisce and occasionally get a little handsy.
The chocolates had been brought up at the last wine night, and the two of you decided this wine night was a good time to try them.
You mostly sat and talked anyway, why not try to talk and keep from jumping onto the other person?
That was what it was supposed to be, anyway. That’s how it started! You were talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
“But that’s why his work was so impressive, the understanding of color is unbelievable.” Hyunjin was passionately speaking about an artist he’d seen while stopped in Paris. His passion didn’t keep his eyes from raking all over your body. It was thinly-veiled desperation.
“He’s seriously talented. It’s hard to believe he’s a vegan.” You nodded along, trying to ignore that gaze that set fire to every nerve you have.
He laughed at that, something light and unassuming. His words were so opposite to his appearance.
He was sitting on one of his art stools, legs spread slightly, glass of wine in hand. His black button-up had the sleeves up to his elbows, and you could count the veins etched up his arms. You just wanted to eat him alive.
He kept talking: color theory, shading, paint technique, how he’d been incorporating the features into his own art. It was so bad, all you wanted him to do was unbutton your dress.
His fingers kept flexing against his thigh as he talked. You wanted him. His jaw clenched when he paused for too long. You needed him.
He laughed curtly to himself and glanced up at your face.
“Are you feeling this chocolate as much as I am? I mean… I’m sweating.” He took a tissue to his forehead, but it was more of a dramatic gesture than a genuine solution.
“I’m feeling it…” You start. “I’ve wanted to take you to bed since you started talking about charcoal, Jinnie.”
He smiles at you, deceptively disarming.
“Well, come take me to bed then, darling.”
You smile at him, wide and mischievous. “Why don’t you talk a little longer? I want to hear the rest of the story about seeing the Mona Lisa with Felix.”
You set your glass down on the table next to you and place your hands into your lap, obviously waiting for him to keep talking.
He sets his own glass down and stands up.
“Oh, fuck that. Come here.”
The corner of your mouth twitched upward, and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Feeling needy?”
“Always.”
That’s all you needed to hear. You stood up and made your way towards him. You were slightly taller than him since he was still sitting down. He looked up at you with an adoration that couldn’t be attributed only to the chocolate.
Your lips met in a soft connection that felt more like an explosion. You know, you never liked tongue until you met Hyunjin. There was something about the way he swept you away and took the lead that made your knees buckle.
He rose to his feet without breaking the kiss, arms wrapping around your waist. You jumped up to meet him, and he carried you towards the bedroom.
However, you seemed a bit impatient. You kissed his neck, his collarbone, the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t take much more of that.
So, he didn’t. He pushed you up against the wall right outside the bedroom. His hands were all over you, overwhelming you in the best way possible.
And then you felt it, a hard tent in his pants. The feeling made you groan with satisfaction, and he smiled against your lips.
“I guess the chocolate does work, huh?” He teases.
“It’s hard to know when we’re so desperate for each other anyway.”
He grins at that and picks you up again. He sets you down before sitting on the bed and pulling you on top of him. You’re quick to pull him out of his jeans and pull your panties to the side.
You needed to feel him immediately. There was no reason to wait.
He obviously agreed with you from the breathy whines he let out at the feeling of entering you.
The entire experience was sensual and irreplaceable.
a/n: Sorry, I was gone so long! I've got all my university stuff moved in, but I've been insatiable recently, so here I am, thinking about Stray Kids all the time... this was inspired by the photo of chan above, which drove me. insane. please enjoy the only thing that's been in my head the past few days.
warnings: reader can be read as gender neutral, blowjobs, filthy thoughts, the usual suspects being cocky (lee know, seungmin), jeongin spitting again sorry i can't get it out of my head, this is lowkey the craziest i've gone i just need them all so bad
You see that picture of him during his So Good performance... You see it.
I think as soon as you unzip his pants, he's breathing harder and his heart rate is rising.
He's the #1 suspect of grabbing your hair, but it depends on the situation; just listen.
If it's a soft night and you're just pleasing him to please him, he's gently pulling your hair back into a ponytail and holding it there, occasionally brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
However, if you're on your knees because he told you to, he's threading his fingers down your scalp and pulling you away or pushing you forward however he desires.
This is especially true if he knows you enjoy sucking him off, because he will tease you until you're dripping and frustrated.
As he gets closer, his grip always tightens. Whether it's in your hair or clutching you by the back of your neck, he's making sure you feel how much he needs you.
He just loves seeing you on your knees so much that when you look up at him, practically begging him to cum down your throat with your eyes, his free hand comes up to his mouth unintentionally.
You hear a long, low whimper behind his hand, and suddenly he's coming down your throat with his head leaned back.
I think Changbin is a bit more of a giver than a receiver if you know what I'm saying...
But in those moments that he allows you to go down on him, he grins. Actually grins.
He's fully smiling the whole way, looking down at you like you hung the stars.
As beefed up as he is, he's so gentle with you the entire time. I'm sorry, but you couldn't convince him to be rough with you unless it's a dire circumstance.
Dire meaning he comes home pissed, and he bends you over the nearest surface.
Changbin has a bit of a habit when he gets head to push his hips upwards further into your throat.
He doesn't mean to, he's just feeling so good, it's like he's reaching for that release he knows is so close.
His moans as he gets closer are breathier than you imagined; he's not as loud as he usually is outside the bedroom.
I have the thought in my head that if he's the one who teaches you how to give head, he's more nervous than you.
Not because he's scared it won't go well, but because he knows he's so sensitive that if your tongue brushes just right against his tip, he'll cum right then and there.
He'll praise you through it and then flip you right over for your turn.
Like Changbin, Jinnie is such a giver. He could eat you out for hours, but once you turn and do the same on him, he isn't sure how to act.
He's jumpy, almost twitchy, because of how sensitive he is. One wrong lick under his tip, and his hips are stuttering forward like they have a mind of their own.
That being said, he's not the type to be rough either. Even when he's jealous, he just needs to see and feel your devotion.
He realizes that that's kind of how receiving head feels. He feels like you're on your knees to pleasure him and only him, and the thought gets him off like nothing else.
He loves it when you're playful, teasing him like you've got all the time in the world.
Most of the time, he has his hand lightly resting on your neck or the top of your head when you suck him off.
He does this thing when you give him head... his head leans back and this long groan comes from him, and it usually transitions into a low laugh. That gets you wetter than anything.
When he comes, his hips will push into your mouth more than they did at any other point; it's like he's trying to fuse to you, body and soul.
Focus on his tip-- he's so sensitive. Especially for you.
People complain about Han being written as a sub, but have you heard his whines? He was meant to be teased.
And that's just what you do.
Blowjobs are rather common in your relationship; nothing gets him louder. You love to hear him, so your mouth is on him pretty consistently.
One thing that you notice with Han is that he loves hickeys on his thighs. While you're giving them, his dick always twitches where it sits against your cheek.
Oh, and he loooves when you touch yourself while you're giving him head.
The moans you let out while your mouth is around him give him the vibrations that make him whine out.
As soon as he's twitching inside your mouth, you know he's gonna spill down your throat within the next minute.
You have two options...
Pull away, and he whines so good that you almost feel bad. Immediately starts apologizing when he doesn't know what he did wrong.
Or, you could speed up. That'll make his mouth fall open and short, small whines will come out as he gets closer. He'll start thanking you over and over again.
If you decide to overstimulate him, and you usually do, he'll whine so pretty! You should try it.
Felix is so gentle with you; you genuinely didn't get a chance to suck him off until a few months after you started sleeping together.
His dick is so pretty, you had to get your tongue on it as soon as possible.
He doesn't close his eyes when it happens; he even blinks as little as possible. He wants to see the little tears in your eyes and the helpless look you adorn so well for him.
His hands are running through your hair because, despite everything, your comfort is still his first priority.
He loves- loves- when he can see the arch of your back from where he's sitting or standing.
He just thinks you look so gorgeous there, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't holding back.
He just treasures you too much to make you gag or, god forbid, hurt your throat.
However, he always thinks about this one instance, where he pulled you off of him after you gagged just slightly, but not fast enough to hide the moan that left his throat. After you heard that, you simply kept going without abandon. Yeah, he still thinks about that.
He started without knowing where to put his hands, but eventually his fingers found themselves in your hair, not pulling, just holding.
He's biting his lip through the whole process, letting his mouth fall open when he finishes.
Okay, now that that's out of the way, I think he loves 69 even more than Seungmin does.
That's probably the most common way you get your mouth on him.
He can't go three minutes without sticking that dumb tongue out.
Jump his bones for all of us.
Sometimes, 69 is best because he just has the dirtiest mouth. He'll call you every name that he knows makes you tighten up just to see your eyes roll back while your mouth is too busy to send a retort back.
(cw: spitting) I've talked about Jeongin spitting before, but this is when he really goes crazy. He'll spit on his own cock beforehand just for the satisfaction of seeing you get all worked up about it.
He loves little kisses on his tip! He'll look at you like you're adorable before pressing his thumb on your lips to get you to open up.
When he gets close, he talks.
"Good, so good. Addicted to you."
His eyes are lidded, and his pupils are blown just looking at you.
Then, his brows are furrowing, and he's cumming down your throat.
a/n: Sorry, I was gone so long! I've got all my university stuff moved in, but I've been insatiable recently, so here I am, thinking about Stray Kids all the time... this was inspired by the photo of chan above, which drove me. insane. please enjoy the only thing that's been in my head the past few days.
warnings: reader can be read as gender neutral, blowjobs, filthy thoughts, the usual suspects being cocky (lee know, seungmin), jeongin spitting again sorry i can't get it out of my head, this is lowkey the craziest i've gone i just need them all so bad
You see that picture of him during his So Good performance... You see it.
I think as soon as you unzip his pants, he's breathing harder and his heart rate is rising.
He's the #1 suspect of grabbing your hair, but it depends on the situation; just listen.
If it's a soft night and you're just pleasing him to please him, he's gently pulling your hair back into a ponytail and holding it there, occasionally brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
However, if you're on your knees because he told you to, he's threading his fingers down your scalp and pulling you away or pushing you forward however he desires.
This is especially true if he knows you enjoy sucking him off, because he will tease you until you're dripping and frustrated.
As he gets closer, his grip always tightens. Whether it's in your hair or clutching you by the back of your neck, he's making sure you feel how much he needs you.
He just loves seeing you on your knees so much that when you look up at him, practically begging him to cum down your throat with your eyes, his free hand comes up to his mouth unintentionally.
You hear a long, low whimper behind his hand, and suddenly he's coming down your throat with his head leaned back.
I think Changbin is a bit more of a giver than a receiver if you know what I'm saying...
But in those moments that he allows you to go down on him, he grins. Actually grins.
He's fully smiling the whole way, looking down at you like you hung the stars.
As beefed up as he is, he's so gentle with you the entire time. I'm sorry, but you couldn't convince him to be rough with you unless it's a dire circumstance.
Dire meaning he comes home pissed, and he bends you over the nearest surface.
Changbin has a bit of a habit when he gets head to push his hips upwards further into your throat.
He doesn't mean to, he's just feeling so good, it's like he's reaching for that release he knows is so close.
His moans as he gets closer are breathier than you imagined; he's not as loud as he usually is outside the bedroom.
I have the thought in my head that if he's the one who teaches you how to give head, he's more nervous than you.
Not because he's scared it won't go well, but because he knows he's so sensitive that if your tongue brushes just right against his tip, he'll cum right then and there.
He'll praise you through it and then flip you right over for your turn.
Like Changbin, Jinnie is such a giver. He could eat you out for hours, but once you turn and do the same on him, he isn't sure how to act.
He's jumpy, almost twitchy, because of how sensitive he is. One wrong lick under his tip, and his hips are stuttering forward like they have a mind of their own.
That being said, he's not the type to be rough either. Even when he's jealous, he just needs to see and feel your devotion.
He realizes that that's kind of how receiving head feels. He feels like you're on your knees to pleasure him and only him, and the thought gets him off like nothing else.
He loves it when you're playful, teasing him like you've got all the time in the world.
Most of the time, he has his hand lightly resting on your neck or the top of your head when you suck him off.
He does this thing when you give him head... his head leans back and this long groan comes from him, and it usually transitions into a low laugh. That gets you wetter than anything.
When he comes, his hips will push into your mouth more than they did at any other point; it's like he's trying to fuse to you, body and soul.
Focus on his tip-- he's so sensitive. Especially for you.
People complain about Han being written as a sub, but have you heard his whines? He was meant to be teased.
And that's just what you do.
Blowjobs are rather common in your relationship; nothing gets him louder. You love to hear him, so your mouth is on him pretty consistently.
One thing that you notice with Han is that he loves hickeys on his thighs. While you're giving them, his dick always twitches where it sits against your cheek.
Oh, and he loooves when you touch yourself while you're giving him head.
The moans you let out while your mouth is around him give him the vibrations that make him whine out.
As soon as he's twitching inside your mouth, you know he's gonna spill down your throat within the next minute.
You have two options...
Pull away, and he whines so good that you almost feel bad. Immediately starts apologizing when he doesn't know what he did wrong.
Or, you could speed up. That'll make his mouth fall open and short, small whines will come out as he gets closer. He'll start thanking you over and over again.
If you decide to overstimulate him, and you usually do, he'll whine so pretty! You should try it.
Felix is so gentle with you; you genuinely didn't get a chance to suck him off until a few months after you started sleeping together.
His dick is so pretty, you had to get your tongue on it as soon as possible.
He doesn't close his eyes when it happens; he even blinks as little as possible. He wants to see the little tears in your eyes and the helpless look you adorn so well for him.
His hands are running through your hair because, despite everything, your comfort is still his first priority.
He loves- loves- when he can see the arch of your back from where he's sitting or standing.
He just thinks you look so gorgeous there, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't holding back.
He just treasures you too much to make you gag or, god forbid, hurt your throat.
However, he always thinks about this one instance, where he pulled you off of him after you gagged just slightly, but not fast enough to hide the moan that left his throat. After you heard that, you simply kept going without abandon. Yeah, he still thinks about that.
He started without knowing where to put his hands, but eventually his fingers found themselves in your hair, not pulling, just holding.
He's biting his lip through the whole process, letting his mouth fall open when he finishes.
Okay, now that that's out of the way, I think he loves 69 even more than Seungmin does.
That's probably the most common way you get your mouth on him.
He can't go three minutes without sticking that dumb tongue out.
Jump his bones for all of us.
Sometimes, 69 is best because he just has the dirtiest mouth. He'll call you every name that he knows makes you tighten up just to see your eyes roll back while your mouth is too busy to send a retort back.
(cw: spitting) I've talked about Jeongin spitting before, but this is when he really goes crazy. He'll spit on his own cock beforehand just for the satisfaction of seeing you get all worked up about it.
He loves little kisses on his tip! He'll look at you like you're adorable before pressing his thumb on your lips to get you to open up.
When he gets close, he talks.
"Good, so good. Addicted to you."
His eyes are lidded, and his pupils are blown just looking at you.
Then, his brows are furrowing, and he's cumming down your throat.
