When the boys told you to come over for a “Chill night in” this wasn’t what you thought you they meant. Sure, the video games, the take out, and the alcohol was expected, but having the best sex of your life with Jeongin because Minho ran his mouth was not.
It started out normally. A collection of pizza boxes lined the table in the living room, Seungmin kicking everyone’s ass at Duck Game on the Switch, and the tipsy conversations rising to alarming volumes.
You’re sat on the couch watching as Changbin’s character dies almost immediately on screen when you get drawn to the conversation happening beside you. How the topic of porn came up, you’ll never know, but Jisung, Minho, Hyunjin, and Jeongin seem very enthralled by trying guess what everyone’s favourite sub-categories could be.
Jisung’s laughing as he says, “I don’t even want to know what Channie-hyung’s watching - I bet that’s stuff is wild”, and you find yourself chipping in before your tipsy brain can stop you.
“Somehow I think Jeongin’s search history would be more questionable? Chan’s is probably just boob stuff but I’m ready to put money on the maknae being a little freak.”
While Jeongin turns to give you a look of mock offence, the others break into little giggles and Minho leans forward with a smirk.
“I think we can all guess what our little Jeonginnie watches, though.”
“Hyung, don’t you dare-”
“Pretty sure our little baby spends his time perusing squirting clips, no?”
Jeongin looks mortified, Hyunjin is actively choking on his own spit, and Minho just sits there with a smug grin watching the chaos unfold.
You giggle along with the others, enjoying the way the youngest’s ears turn a pretty shade of pink.
“Jeez, Jeongin, you should’ve picked something more realistic than that-”
You expected more laughter, but suddenly everyone was smirking in Jeongin’s direction. Minho turned his attention back to you.
“That’s one way to tell us you’ve never squirted before.”
The room suddenly seems quieter, and you laugh to try and distract from the burning of your cheeks.
“Minho-ya, do you think I’d still be single if I’d found a man that could do that for me? That shit’s like gold dust in a world where you get asked if you came after a minute of getting your left lip rubbed.”
Jeongin turns to level you with a look you can’t quite read, and the others are watching the exchange excitedly.
Jisung leans towards you, gaze flickering between you both.
“So you’d jump at a man that could do that?”
Part of you realises that this is a trap, you just haven’t figured out how yet. You slump back in your seat and cross your arms in an attempt to look casual.
“If you’re asking me to choose between mediocre sex where I don’t even get to finish, and mind blowing sex with someone that knows what they’re doing, then yes, I’d jump. And maybe lock him in my metaphorical basement, but it’s never going to happen.”
You notice the way Jeongin tries to control his smirk, but are far more interested in the sparkle in Minho’s eye.
“You say it’s never going to happen, but our little maknae manages it every time…”
Your head whips back to Jeongin, eyes wide.
“Every time?”
He holds your gaze and gives a small nod.
“I mean, if they want it, then yeah, I guess.”
Your brain malfunctions. Server down.
Just static. And also images of Jeongin naked. With his fingers inside you. Which is not a new thought, but this? The picture of you shaking and squirting and clenching around him? It has your thighs tensing without permission.
“Right, if they want it.”
Seemingly happy with the absolute bombshell he’s dropped, Minho starts a new conversation with the boys that your ears don’t even register as you keep watching Jeongin.
With a slight head tilt he lets his little finger graze yours where your hand supports your weight on the couch. He drops his voice and asks,
“What about you, noona, do you want it?”
Your mind might be fuzzy, but there’s no denying the way your stomach flips upside down. You blink up at him, trying to process what the fuck is happening. Eventually you nod.
His eyes are dark, but he gives you a soft smile, and squeezes your thigh gently before standing and holding out a hand for you to take. He pulls you up from your seat, and leads you down the hallway towards his room.
He guides you to sit on the edge of his bed and kneels in front of you, running his hands up and down your thighs.
“You still with me, noona?”
You start to nod, but quickly understand that’s not what he wants. He wants words.
“Yeah, I’m good, promise.”
With a one sided smile, he lifts one had to cup your cheek and rubs his thumb again your skin.
“Good girl. We’re just gonna talk a little first, okay?”
The hand still on your thigh is making it hard to concentrate with way it inches higher, and it takes you a second to be able to stutter out your agreement.
“First, I want you to make yourself cum for me. Show me how you need to be touched to feel good. Once you’ve done that I’ll give you another myself. It’s easier when you’re all sensitive. I’ll make you squirt after that, yeah? And then when we’re done we can cuddle and nap if you want.”
All of that sounds good, but there’s one thing that’s just not right.
“You-you’re not gonna fuck me?”
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, like he hadn’t even considered the option.
“Do you- do you want me to?”
You could tell him that you’ve thought about it before - in daydreams, mid conversation, late at night, but you don’t. You wind your fingers into the hair at his nape, pulling him up towards you until he’s at eye level, and lean in until you’re a breath’s width apart, lips barely brushing.
“You’ll cum inside me, right? I need it, Jeongin. Need you fill me up, please, I-”
He cuts you off abruptly by closing the gap between you, kissing roughly as his hand grip your waist hard enough to ache. He picks you up just to throw you further into the centre of the bed and grinds down when he slots himself between your legs.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, I promise.”
He makes quick work of both your clothes, tossing them uncaringly across the room when he does. He leaves you in just your panties and pushes them aside, taking your hand to guide it down.
“Remember what I said? Make yourself cum and then leave the rest to me, baby.”
You whine into his mouth when you circle your clit, hips jumping at the long needed touch. He rests his forehead on yours for just a moment before starting to trail open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck. When he gets to your shoulder, he nips and sucks marks deep into your skin and groans as he ruts his cock into the mattress. Continuing on his path downwards, his hands come to grope at your chest, and then replaces one of them with his tongue, making you arch into his mouth. He stays there until he hears the change in your breathing and pulls back, gripping your knees and spreading them further apart.
“Just like that, noona. Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.”
You feel your orgasm building rapidly when you realise he’s watching you, just like he said he would, and you reach your free hand out to grasp his as you feel it crash over you, pressing your hips downwards and throwing your head back.
He gives you no time to recover, knocking your fingers aside to take their place, mimicking your movements perfectly. With firm circles on your clit, he brings his other hand to add pressure firmly on your lower stomach and dives down to lick into you. He swipes his tongue in slow, broad strokes, and it’s the vibrations from his low groan that sends you over the edge again.
He moves to push your thighs towards your chest, tongue still lapping up your cum until you shake. When he finally rises, his face is slick and shiny and the sight of it makes you clench around nothing.
“So good for me, baby. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
His eyes are rounded with awe, and his smile is so bright it’s almost blinding. He drags his nails against the outsides of your thighs soothingly, and gives you a moment to catch your breath.
Your brain is fuzzy, and your ears ring a little with the force of your orgasm and it’s a miracle you can still process what he’s saying.
“Do you want to keep going? We can stop here if you want, noona, you’ve already done so well-”
“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop.” You reach for his hand and pull it to where you need it most, grinding against it. “You promised me, Jeongin, you said you’d be the first to do this for me, I-”
“Hold your legs up.”
His voice is so low it’s almost gravelly, and his eyes are dark and sharp when they meet yours.
With two fingers, he slips inside you smoothly, dragging them back down your walls. He does this a few times, clearly searching for one spot in particular. When he finds it, he curls his fingers sharply, and bullies that one spot mercilessly. He moves fast and sure, and you can’t help the way your jaw drops at how good it feels.
“Don’t hold it in, noona, just let it go, I’ve got you.”
You do, and he does. It feels so good that it takes a second to register that your chest is suddenly wet where you’re holding your breath. He rubs softly between your legs and coos.
“There you go, baby. I knew you could do it.”
You look down to find him touching himself, sharp little twists around his cockhead that make him inhale sharply.
“We’re gonna go one more time, and then I’ll fuck you as your reward, okay?”
Jesus Christ, you think, this man’s a fucking demon.
genre: smut!! minors will be hunted for sport
contains: drabbles – you and each member desperately need each other but are so so tired :(
wc: 4k (~ 500 each)
♡ note: a reupload. i'll say it until the end of time, but i'm incredibly, freakishly grateful for the love the original series received <3
divider by @lariesographic / my masterlist
CHAN
Any reasonable person would be sleeping at this hour. You were asleep before Chan woke you, visibility exhausted and desperate for relief. He climbs into bed and presses himself into your back, large hands reaching around to your inner thighs. “Please, pretty girl, just let me do something, anything,” he whispers against your skin.
He rarely says what he needs so plainly, even rarer that he’s willing to beg. You can’t deny him, especially not when he grazes his fingers over your clit just to hear you gasp.
The room is dark, the only light flickering in from the moonlight and a bedside lamp he switched on. In his eyes, you’re glowing, always so perfect for him. Shadows dance across his chest as you move.
He lets out a content sigh as you sink down onto him. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers almost inaudibly. He clenches his jaw, like he’s trying so hard to keep still. You pause once he’s fully inside, taking your time to adjust to his size.
He props himself up on his elbows, unable to stop himself from staring at where he disappears inside of you. Slowly, experimentally, you roll your hips. His mouth falls open at the movement. A small amount of sweat already causes his biceps to glisten in the low light. You moan, and his eyes snap up to admire your blissed expression.
You keep grinding, feeling him hit the perfect spot inside you, clit brushing against him with every motion. Fuck, he’s so good for you. You chase your high by speeding up ever so slightly. He grips your waist and sets a slower pace himself. “ - Gonna kill me,” he whimpers, “Not gonna last.”.
He can’t help himself - he thrusts once up into you, still moving your hips. You let out a choked moan, eyes squeezing shut. He can see how weak you are - sleepiness and pleasure finally overtaking you. He takes the opportunity to sit up and hold you against his chest. You never stop your motions.
The new angle has his cock reaching deeper inside. He feels you squeeze tighter, and his head falls to your shoulder. He’s done for when you breathe his name like it’s the only thing you remember. He needs you to come with him, needs you to feel just as good as he is.
He reaches between your thighs and rubs small circles on your clit. A few more delicious motions, and both of your highs hit you together. He lets out a final moan, lightly biting your skin in an attempt to be quiet, and you feel the familiar warmth inside you. You try to ride out your own pleasure, but falter, his name falling from your lips as his fingers stay on your clit.
He keeps holding you against him, giving you both time to catch your breath. Eventually, he chuckles quietly and softly kisses your neck. “Thank you, baby,” he murmurs. He falls back with you into the mattress, whispering his praises until you fall asleep again.
MINHO
The entire world has faded to just you two in his hotel room. Minho’s sighs and flustered groans ring in sync with your heavenly grinds. His upper back is pressed against the headboard. It must be uncomfortable, but he doesn't seem to even know where he is right now. Usually he’s a lot more composed than this. Usually, he wouldn’t just let you climb on his lap, tease your tongue down his neck, whisper how good he’s being in his ear. However, his muscles are heavy after performing, and you looked so sweet asking, of course he gave in to you.
The view of you is enough to draw out an unhurried smile that reveals his bunny teeth. His gleaming eyes search yours – intent on mentally cataloguing everything about this moment. That focus doesn’t last long. All it takes is one more small bounce, one more of your barely-contained gasps, and his head lolls backwards. His eyelids shutter halfway closed, but he never stops watching you. You’re squeezing around him perfectly, and you’re so warm in his arms, fuck, he can’t remember why you don’t do this more often.
You’re beautiful like this. Moaning for him. Full of him. Giving everything to him, just as he gives everything to you. “C’mere,” he murmurs before pulling you further into his embrace. He kisses you, slow and sensual, absorbing your sounds as you keep rocking on him. His cock drags along your fluttering walls with every movement. Still working his lips against yours, he brings his hand down between your bodies to circle your clit in time with your grinds. As if reading the other’s mind, both of you speed up at once, chasing both your highs.
Eventually, you have to pull away to breathe. “Minho,” you pant, gripping your nails into his shoulders, “Minho, feelsogood.”
His cock twitches in you. His name, lovely and melodic, falling from your lips alone is almost enough to send him over the edge. Combined with your warm cunt pulling him in and the slight pain digging into his shoulders, he’s so close. He can tell you are too; your motions are starting to falter as heat builds inside you. His free hand holds your waist steady, helping guide you through the motions.
Another roll of your hips. Another gorgeous moan. “Baby, fuck,” is all the warning he can give. He groans your name, his grip tightens around you, and you feel the familiar warmth inside you. His orgasm triggers your own. Overwhelming pleasure washes over your body with Minho still circling your clit in an attempt to help work you through it.
After a few seconds, the stimulation gets too much. He chuckles as you gently swat his hand away from your core. Still his lap, he straightens his positioning to get even closer to you. “Come back,” he whispers, connecting your lips again, holding you as you melt into him.
CHANGBIN
How could he ever resist his princess, laying in his bed like she knows she belongs there?
You knew what he wanted the moment he crawled back beside you. He didn’t bother putting clothes back on after his post-gym shower. The scent of his body wash surrounds you, cozily tucked into the blankets. His damp hair is still slightly clinging to his skin. He leans in and gently kisses your shoulder. “G’morning,” he whispers against your skin.
You kiss him in response. His groan is stifled in your mouth, but his arms wrap around your waist and easily shift you on top of him. You giggle at the sudden show of strength, matching his own smile at finally being able to feel you. He missed you so badly.
He adjusts your hips slowly, giving you time to stop him if you want. You don’t. He moans as you sink down onto him, whispering “Fuck, princess,” into the cool air. “You don’t know what you do to me”. His head falls backwards onto the pillow. You take him so well. You pause, adjusting to his size, and his hands tighten on your hips, like he’s trying to contain himself.
You sit up to straddle him and finally move, dragging your hips once back and forth. He bites back a gasp. God. He’s deep inside you now. You’re gorgeous on top of him. Even when you’re still sleepy, chasing your pleasure, you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
Underneath you, his muscles glow in the morning light. He’s heartbreakingly gentle with his touches, like he’s conscious of his own strength even like this. He almost loses it when you meet his eyes and smile back, so so perfect for him.
Another roll of your hips. His cock slowly drags against your walls at your relaxed pace, and he’s no longer trying to hide his sounds. You speed up ever so slightly, chasing your own high. His eyes squeeze shut. Curses and pretty moans fall from his lips the more you keep going, the more you keep perfectly squeezing around him.
You’re lost in him. Every motion brings you closer. He’s filling you perfectly, and your clit grazes him at every movement. You lean forward, anchoring your arms on his chest for support “Baby, fuck,” you breathe out, and his eyes snap open again to check on you.
He groans at the sight - he can’t help it. You look wrecked for him. He’s not going to last. He needs you to come with him, fuck, he’s already holding back.
You feel him start rubbing lazy circles on your clit in rhythm with your pace. Your choked cry is music to his ears. His other hand catches you when you slump forward, not able to support yourself anymore. “I know, princess,” he groans, voice as wrecked as you feel. “I know, I’ve got you.”
Pressed against his chest, your release washes over you. He tries to keep rubbing your clit, his fingers faltering from the feeling of being squeezed tighter as yours continues. His own high hits him, and he moves his hand up to hold you as you feel the familiar warmth inside you.
He doesn’t let go afterwards. You’re laying on him, wrapped in his arms, and he swears he’s in heaven. “Let’s just stay here,” he whispers, “for a little bit longer.” You nod against him. He has no intention of moving anytime soon.
HYUNJIN
The only sounds in the room are your intertwined moans and the creak of the bedframe, matching the steady rhythm of your grinds against him. Sleepiness still lingers in the air, but right now, you each want to make the other feel good. “That’s my girl - fuck,” he moans from below you. Tiny amounts of sweat clings his hair to his skin. His hands grip your waist, not bruising, just guiding. “You feel so good - always s’good for me.”
He fills you up so well. The angle has him hitting the perfect spot, and your clit brushes against him with every grind. Every movement brings you closer to your release.
You roll your hips slowly, feeling every inch of him deep inside you. He sucks in a sharp breath. His grip on your waist tightens almost imperceptibly. A whine escapes his lips, eyes quickly darting to yours to check if you heard it.
Of course you did. You smile back down at him and repeat the motion, enjoying the view of his head falling back as he stifles another whine. One hand drops from your waist to cling to the rumpled bedsheets, like he’s holding himself back.
Another roll of your hips. His cock pushes further in, causing your knees to weaken from pleasure. You whimper, “Hyunjin, baby -”
“I know, I’ve got you,” he breathes, and brings his hands up to support your weight. You let your body slump forward, leaning your arms against his chest as you try to keep your rhythm. His gaze lingers on your breasts, swaying as you move.
Your pace falters more with each delicious grind, your high quickly approaching. He feels your walls clench around him and he knows you won’t last much longer. Neither will he. He needs you to come with him, but fuck, he’s already almost there.
His eyes clench tight, one of his signs that he’s close. “Baby, please,” he begs, for nothing specifically and everything at once. He grabs your hand and guides it to your clit, choking on a sob as he watches you rub small circles in rhythm with your pace.
Your orgasms overtake you at once. His name falls from your lips over and over, like a prayer, as waves of pleasure wash over you. He groans as he spills familiar warmth deep inside you.
Afterwards, you lean forwards, laying on his chest. He runs a hand through your hair, pausing every so often to kiss the top of your forehead. He whispers, “I love you,” against your forehead. Eventually, the two of you drift off to sleep, still tangled in each other.
HAN
Everyone else is asleep. He should be quiet. He should stop moaning. However, he’s buried deep inside his pretty girl, and he wouldn’t notice if the world ended right now. You’re on his lap, kissing down his neck, driving him insane. He angles his head to give you more space, and moans even louder as you take advantage of it.
You shift your weight, pushing him deeper inside you. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder. Everything about him - his scent, his touch, him - invades your senses. He’s brushing the perfect spot, and you’re not even moving yet. Like he’s reading your mind, he slightly squeezes your hips, his fingers digging into where they rest.
His eyes are big behind his glasses. His chest rises and falls with how heavily he’s breathing.
You rotate your hips, enjoying the view of his eyes rolling back into his skull. You moan in tandem - the sensation is too delicious for you to stop now. You repeat your motions. His high-pitched whine only spurs you forward, chasing the sensation of his cock hitting deep inside you again and again. His nails dig deeper into your skin. Already, the pain mixed with pleasure is almost too much.
He’s not doing much better. Each time you moan his name brings him closer to the edge. He needs you to finish before him. He moves his hand to grip your inner thigh, thumb barely brushing your clit. He looks up at you, tears shining in his eyes. “Can I, please?” he breathes out.
You nod so fast your vision slightly blurs.
“thankyouthankyouthankyou”
Then he’s pressing slightly harder, rubbing lazy circles while staring intently at where he’s connected to you. His glasses fall slightly down his nose. He doesn’t care.
Fuck. Your movements get sloppier as the pleasure builds. His bedframe scrapes against the wall as you speed up. He’s incapable of forming words, just babbling half-sentences of praise. “Fuck, baby - so good for me - please - fucking please,” spills out.
He can feel how close you are with how you clench around him. He just needs to hold on for a bit longer. He keeps rubbing your clit, and lifts himself up to kiss you. His lips work against yours, hoping he can convey his passion through it.
Your orgasm hits you like a train. Your moans grow in volume as you try to ride it out. He never stops rubbing your clit. His own follows closely behind yours, spilling deep inside you. He breaks the kiss to repeat your name like a prayer.
You fall against his chest, both of you panting as you come down. His arms engulf you and squeeze you tighter against him. “Thank you,” he whispers against your cheek. Reluctantly, he moves you off his lap and ensures you’re comfortable laying against him. You two stay like that, holding each other, until you both drift off to sleep.
FELIX
His deep moans amplify the lust residing in the air. The only light comes from his long-forgotten PC, the abandoned login screen illuminating you two on his bed. Felix forgot the game exists. Right now, he’s just focused on trying to control himself as you roll your hips on top of him.
You’re in his arms, making out with him, running your fingers through his long hair. You’re always so perfect for him. Always his ethereal angel. He’s already lost in you, and you’ve barely started. As you continue your slow movements, he breaks your kiss to brush a loose strand of hair out of your eyes, whispering, “so, so beautiful,” almost to himself. His cock twitches just from your resulting sweet smile.
You take your time, enjoying every inch of him. Your clit brushes against him with every movement. Your quiet moans are the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. He would stay here listening to you forever, if you let him.
He’s vaguely aware he has a roommate on the other side of the wall, but that awareness is waning by the second. It’s gone completely when you speed up, chasing the feeling of him hitting deep inside you. He lets out a choked groan. His abs flex with restraint, like he’s holding himself back.
Curses mixed with your name spill from his lips. One hand gently lands on your inner thigh, then travels over to your clit, rubbing small circles in rhythm with your motions. Your eyes squeeze shut, entirely focused on your building pleasure.
“Look at me, angel,” his low voice breathes out. “Please.” Of course you do, and fuck, he looks divine. His freckled cheeks twinge pink. His long hair falls messily over his shoulders. He holds your gaze and sighs, “That’s my girl.”
You clench around him at the praise, and he swears he sees heaven for a moment. His head falls back into the pillow behind him as he keeps babbling, “Feels so good - always s’good - angel, fuck.” A few more motions, and you weaken from the sensations, leaning forward to steady yourself on his chest. Your combined moans fill the room.
God, he’s so close, but he needs you to come with him. His fingers speed up on your clit, rubbing faster circles as he revels in your noises. Your highs hit together. He moans even deeper as you feel the familiar warmth inside you. Your hips falter on him as you try to ride out your waves of pleasure. He works you through it, still babbling out his love for you.
Afterwards, he wraps his arms around you once more, pressing you into his bare chest. “Thank you, angel,” he whispers into your hair. He holds you against him, wrapped up in his sheets and each other, until you both drift off to sleep.
SEUNGMIN
Seungmin could not care less about the rest of his members going about their nightly routines outside his door. Why would he, when you’re in his arms, making out with him, slowly rolling your hips like you have all the time in the world. You do, as far as he’s concerned. He never rushes with you if he can help it.
Your hands are laced in his hair, absentmindedly twirling some longer strands between your fingers. He moans at the sensation every so often. Right now, he would do anything if it meant you would stay in his bed, making him feel so good he’s about to start seeing stars. Your lips are so soft against his, and he’s fitting wonderfully inside you - squeezing like you are perfectly made for him.
You pause your movements for a moment, and he actually whines. He pulls away from the kiss to steady his breathing. His efforts are futile - his breaths quickening again when you sit up, him still inside you, and graze your fingers over his chest. The new angle is pushing him in deeper than he was before. He moans your name and leans his head back into the pillows beneath him.
You resume your motions, feeling every inch of his cock hitting deep inside you. He genuinely might lose it from the sight alone. His hands rub up and down on your thighs, trying to feel as much of you as possible. He can’t help himself - moaned snippets of praise spill out of his mouth faster than he can register his own words. “Fuck, baby - so good - oh my god - you’re beautiful,” is just part of what you’re able to catch.
Your clit brushes against him with every grind. The sensation is delicious, paired with Seungmin’s whimpering voice and him staring up at you like you’re a goddess, you’re not going to last. He’s not either - he’s babbling more with each passing second. From below you, he stares up, suddenly looking more desperate. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, and thrusts lightly up into you.
You weaken from it, leaning forward onto him. He takes advantage of the position to kiss you again. “I’m yours,” you whisper against his lips.
That does it. His head falls forward into your shoulder, whining softly again, as you feel the familiar warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows quickly afterwards, pleasure washing over you, your pace faltering as you try to ride it out.
For a few moments, neither of you move. He rubs small circles on your back as he attempts to recover from the slight overstimulation. Eventually, you begin to get off him, only to be met with him lightly grabbing you, keeping you in place. “Don’t,” he murmurs, “please.”
JEONGIN
He’s most beautiful in the quiet moments. He’s ethereal always, but there’s something about the unguarded version of Jeongin, with messy hair, easy smiles, and holding you close like he can’t fathom ever letting you slip away, that always gets you needing more. Outside, the low hum of others in the same space filters through the bottom of his door, but they might as well be lightyears away for all the attention Jeongin pays them. It’s easy to forget that anyone else exists. It’s easy to revel in each other, barriers shed, until every stress, every thought vanishes.
You pull away from the kiss first, Jeongin’s eyes still closed and moving to follow after you, a line of spit that should be much more obscene than it actually is connecting the two of you. “Can’t wait anymore,” he murmurs, eyes still closed. “Please,” he adds, “just want you.” Underneath you, his flannel pajama bottoms tent seemingly painfully. You’re not doing much better.
“Anything for you,” you breathe, intended as teasing, but it comes out more like an admission. Regardless, it has the desired effect, a strangled groan leaving him as he shimmies out of his clothes with record-breaking speed.
Your moans intertwine as you sink down onto him. You’ve done this countless times, and will be in this position countless more, but you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the delicious pressure in the first few seconds. He knows this, too, if his barely-contained smug expression is anything to go by. It vanishes when you roll your hips, feeling his cock deep inside you. His forehead falls forward onto your shoulder, his hair tickles your collarbone. His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose.
“Fuck,” he groans into your skin, “you’re so good at that.” As if to accentuate his point, he can’t contain a sharp inhale as your movements speed up.
Like mirror images of each other, the cockiness on your face is wiped away as his fingers find your clit to rub small circles in sync with your grinds. Raising his head again, his gleaming eyes search yours, soaking in your pleasure as much as he can. He can’t help himself; he thrusts up once, smiling again at your gasp. He pulls you in to kiss you again, lips working against yours, only broken by the moans escaping both of you.
Your movements falter the more your pleasure builds. Jeongin notices. Of course he does – he notices everything about you. His fingernails dig into where they rest on your hip, surely leaving crescents to discover in the morning, and without breaking rhythm, he takes over setting the pace himself.
It doesn’t take long with Jeongin fitting perfectly inside you, his fingers circling your clit, his lips heated against yours. Your release washes over you with a cry of his name. He keeps moving you, keeps touching you, to help you ride it out. A few more motions, and he follows, your name falling from his lips.
A few moments pass. He holds you pressed against his chest as you both catch your breath, Eventually, you move to get off him, but his grip only tightens, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Stay here with me,” he whispers.
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⋮ ⌗ ┆Your handy man comes over to fix your sink, or well that's the cover story you tell your neighbors with the noise complaints.
ʚɞ warnings : SMUT. munch hyunjin, positions : 69 & cowgirl, language and yeah !!
‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ Authors note : thank you for all the love please continue to send requests !! ꨄ︎
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Your handy man that always is constantly comming over to fix your sink, change of light bulbs, and eat you out like he's been starved for generations maybe even decades. Such a good handy man right?
He's eating you out while his thick cock is in your mouth, of course your repaying him for the amazing job of fixing the leak in your sink. He's slurping you up with groans leaving his mouth as you take him so deep into your throat, the bed legs sounding like if it's about to snap.
Adding two fingers into your tight cunt you moan against his dick and he shivers. "yeah, you like this don't you baby? keep going." Your throat sucking him in so tight he could cum from just that. Your onto of him while your ass is on his face. "get up, sit on my face right." You listen getting up and he forces your legs down immediately eating you out. Throwing your head back his hand reaches your breast squeezing on them making you whimper.
"jinnie- uh f-fuck, so so good!" His words muffles by wet sounds slurping faster. "gonna' fuck! c-cum..!" Just as the sentence leave your mouth you cum all over his face and he groans with pleasure cleaning you up. As you get off his face he pulls you in, kissing you sloppy with your wet juices on his lips.
Stroking him with your hand as you kiss him, he moans into your mouth. Your legs numb but you straddle him as you sink down on him. "s..so fucking tight," He grits his teeth as you take him whole. He kisses you again as you move on top of him. His hands grip your ass as he thrust into you as you grind down. "your living art darling," He says looking up at you with your head thrown back.
"jinnie f-fuck, i won't last if you keep talking." You say moaning louder, he's thrusting right were you need him. You look down at him, tugging at his black strands of hair that have already grown so fast from his buzz cut. He looks up at you and you kiss him again this time reaching down to touch your clit, making you cum on spot. The way you clench down on him causing him to release his load straight into you. You lay on his chest as you catch your breath.
You look up at him and he kisses your forehead. "you wear me out darling" He says smiling down at you. "aw I liked breaking pipes just so I could call you to come over." You smile looking him in the eye. "then let me take you out, let me properly take care of you." You smile into his chest. "what do you tell all your clients that?" He looks down at you admiring you. "only the pretty ones." He teases as you smack his chest. "Hyunjin!" He laughs catching your hand. "You know im joking darling," Kissing you passionately.
You're living with you brother in a small apartment on campus, his friends, who are both the object of your desires and your nightmares, spend their time tormenting you. But everything is about to change when a new neighbor moves into the building.
This is basically just a fun chapter to introduce our new character lol
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After some time, you finally decide to leave the small room that had served as your refuge. The narrow walls had been comforting for a while, but now it was time to return to the boy who had managed to break through your defenses with only a few words. When you find him again, you start talking, though you quickly forget almost everything that’s said. All you can focus on are his eyes, fixed on you with such intensity, and his mouth, drawing you in like a magnet. You don’t realize then how close danger really is.
As your bodies drift closer together on the couch and his hands find their way around your waist, a threatening silhouette appears in front of you. The moment you recognize the presence looming over you, your body instinctively pulls away from the mysterious boy.
“Chan?”
You wonder what he’s doing there but more than that, how he managed to get here so fast. Your apartment is at least twenty minutes away, and yet it took him far less time to reach you and find you in this crowd.
“We’re leaving,” he orders.
He looks so furious that you don’t dare move or speak. Your body freezes as your older brother once again forces distance between you and everyone else.
“What’s going on?” the boy beside you asks. He looks utterly confused, and in that moment, you feel sorrier for him than for yourself. Of course, Chan is always overly dramatic, he choreographs his entrances and exits. Before any real confrontation can even begin, your knight hands you back to the dragon guarding your heart.
Outside the enormous house, a car is waiting. Seungmin and Hyunjin are already inside, and suddenly you understand how they arrived so quickly. They look just as angry as your brother, for reasons you don’t fully grasp. The car doors slam shut far too harshly, and the atmosphere inside is icy, far colder than an October night should be. You shiver in your short dress, realizing too late that you should’ve brought a jacket.
Noticing how cold you are, Hyunjin quickly takes off his own jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, earning a sharp glare from Chan in the rearview mirror.
“I’m going to kill every guy at that party,” Chan snaps. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but his voice seems louder and louder, almost shouting now.
“Oh, but there were nice ones too,” you reply. “Prince Charming showed up just in time to save me from that awful guy who asked me to suck him off. Cute, right?”
Despite the cold shock of your brother’s arrival, the alcohol is clearly still affecting you, because under any other circumstances, you never would’ve dared speak to him like that. Chan only sighs, rubbing his face before starting the car and driving you home.
The ride is torture. You have to focus with all your strength just to keep yourself from throwing up. You clench your teeth, trying to ignore the pain twisting in your stomach. The night is cruel to you. You rush to the bathroom more than once, emptying what little is left inside you. You hadn’t thought you’d drunk that much, but clearly it was still too much.
Every time you flee to the bathroom, Chan is there. He rushes in with a glass of water, a steady hand on your back. His gaze remains stern, you know he disapproves of everything that happened, but still, he stays. He doesn’t close his eyes until dawn, making sure you don’t choke in your sleep. His friends are there too, keeping their distance, but you feel their protective presence lingering in the house.
“First hangover?” a voice wakes you.
Jeongin is standing in the doorway. His absence the night before had been a relief, you’d hoped to escape his teasing, but it seems he didn’t want to miss the sorry sight of you this morning. A grin spreads across his face as you try to hide beneath the covers. He doesn’t give you a chance to fall back asleep. You feel his arms wrap around you, lifting you into the air as if you weigh nothing at all.
“PUT ME DOWN,” you protest.
He bursts out laughing. “Nope. Food’s ready. You need to eat.”
He carries you straight into the living room, and you give up on resisting. You have no choice but to face the group. He drops you onto a chair, and you immediately bury your head in your arms, avoiding the five pairs of eyes fixed on you. The court is back in session, ready to judge you and this time, there’s no escape.
When you finally dare to lift your head, Chan is staring at you, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. He doesn’t say a word, but you understand everything he’s thinking.
“At least you looked really beautiful last night,” Changbin says.
The compliment catches you completely off guard, as does the way all the others turn to stare at him. Chan is just about to speak when the apartment doorbell rings, freezing everyone in place. No one ever rings the bell. You all live in the same building, mostly in this apartment. People come and go freely, without knocking or announcing themselves. Hearing the doorbell feels almost unreal.
Muttering under his breath, Chan gets up to answer it. You take the opportunity to escape to the couch, curling into yourself. Seungmin throws you an amused look, he knows full well that hiding won’t save you from your brother’s lecture.
Voices drift in from the hallway.
“Hi, I just moved in next door. My name’s Jisung.”
Realizing it’s just a new neighbor, you let your attention fade. Your head still hurts terribly, and you silently swear you’ll never drink alcohol again. Just as sleep begins to pull you under once more, footsteps approach.
Chan reappears in the living room, the new neighbor beside him smiling brightly at you. There you are, in your pajamas, sweaty, miserable, barely alive on the couch, and Chan decides this is the perfect moment to invite the most beautiful man you have ever seen into your apartment.
Your eyes meet his.
And in that instant, deep down, you know—Jisung is the change your life has been waiting for.
in which chan, who never sleeps with the same person twice, starts to realize that he can't keep away from you.
*°࿐ notes: made for this request! i've been feeling so burnt out lately, and this really helped ngl. tysm for requesting nonie~
fuckboy!Chris who never, ever fucks the same girl twice… until he meets you.
fuckboy!Chris who treats you like you’re just another number at first—another pretty face at some house party, thigh warm against his on a stranger’s couch, his hand lazily kneading at the bare skin because he’s already decided how the night ends. He gets your name once and then tells you his, slow and smug, testing how it’ll sound when you’re moaning it back at him.
fuckboy!Chris who’s so much fucking bigger when he crowds up against you—broad chest, thick arms, thighs that bracket you and make you feel tiny even before he touches you. The kind of size that makes your brain go soft because you know he could just pick you up and put you where he wants you, and the worst part is how badly you want him to.
fuckboy!Chris who shoves your back against his bedroom door that first night, one hand sliding under your ass to haul you up. Your legs fly around his waist on instinct, and he holds it there, his grip firm, fingers digging into the soft skin of your thigh. You gasp against his mouth when your hips accidentally roll over the thick, hard line of his cock, and he laughs into the kiss, low and breathy.
“Easy,” he murmurs, teeth catching your bottom lip. “I’ll take care of it.”
fuckboy!Chris who fucks like a man with something to prove. He’s used to girls falling apart in ten minutes and he’s bored of it, so with you he takes his time just to see what happens. He lays you out on his bed, gets your dress rucked up around your hips, panties shoved to the side, and spends way too long just… looking. Big hands spreading you open so his thumb can swipe through your slick, middle finger teasing at your entrance but not pushing in yet.
fuckboy!Chris who talks you through it like he’s slipping under your skin—voice all gravel and honey right by your ear while his thick cock stretches you out, inch by inch, until your nails leave crescents in his shoulders. He hitches your knees up high, folding you almost in half so your feet barely have anything to press against, your whole body pinned and helpless under the weight of him.
“That’s it,” he groans, head dropping to your throat as he bottoms out, so deep you swear you feel him in your lungs. “Take all of it for me. Knew this pretty pussy could handle me.”
fuckboy!Chris who loses his mind over the size difference—how your hand looks when it wraps around just the base of him, how your thighs tremble against his ribs when he really starts to move. He watches you in the mirror across the room, the way your tits bounce with every rough snap of his hips, your face going slack and pretty when he hits that spot inside you over and over until your voice cracks.
“Look at you,” he pants, leaning back just enough to cage your wrists above your head with one hand, the other bracing under your thigh as he pounds into you. The bedframe slams the wall, your whimpers spilling into the room. “So fucking pretty under me… you hear yourself? All those little noises just for my cock?”
fuckboy!Chris who swears he doesn’t kiss girls, not really, not the way that matters—but somehow his mouth keeps finding yours mid-thrust, stealing your breath, swallowing your broken, wrecked sounds. He groans when your legs lock around his waist like you’re trying to keep him there forever, like you’d die if he pulled out.
“Fuuuck—yeah, hold on to me,” he rasps, voice fraying. His forehead presses to yours, sweat-slick and desperate. “Clingy little thing, aren’t you? You want me to stay?”
fuckboy!Chris who was supposed to pull out. He always does. That’s the rule. No sleepovers, no cuddling, no finishing inside. But then your nails rake down his back and he feels you clamp down around him so tight he sees white.
His hips stutter, rhythm breaking as he drives into you harder, deeper, chasing it.
“Shit, baby, I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—”
He should pull back. He knows it. Instead his hand flies to your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek as he forces your head up so you’re looking right at him when he spills, cock throbbing, hot and thick inside you. He groans into your open mouth, eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck… shit, look what you made me do,” he pants, staying buried, cock twitching as his cum leaks out around the seal of you, sticky and obscene.
fuckboy!Chris who tells himself that’s it. One time. You were good, sure, but there’s always someone else. Except then he’s in the shower later with his head against the tile, jerking himself off to the memory of your fucked-out face, the way you gasped when he lifted your hips and pushed you down onto him like a doll. He comes too fast, embarrassingly fast, and the worst part is he still isn’t satisfied.
fuckboy!chris who tells himself he only comes back because you’re convenient. Because you’re close. Because you’re good. And you are—fuck, you’re good. You look up at him with those glassy eyes while you’re on top of him and he has to brace a hand against the mattress so he doesn’t shake, veins in his forearms popping as he rasps out, “slow down, baby, fuck— you tryna make me fall in love or what?”
fuckboy!Chris who starts seeing you everywhere after that—your lip gloss in the corner of his sheet, your hair tie on his nightstand, the faint bruise your teeth left on his throat. His phone lights up and he pretends he’s not waiting for your name, but his stomach flips every time it’s someone else.
fuckboy!Chris who texts you at 1:43 a.m. u up? fully expecting you to ignore him. When you actually answer, his fingers tighten around his phone, a slow grin spreading across his face.
yeah. why?
you know why, he sends back before he can talk himself out of it. come over.
fuckboy!Chris who never, ever fucks the same girl twice—who built a whole persona on that, on being untouchable, unbothered, too busy chasing the next warm body to even think about repeats—until you.
Until he’s on his knees between your thighs the next time, shoulders spread wide against your inner legs, licking into you like a man starved because just feeling you around his cock isn’t enough anymore. Until he’s growling against your pussy, voice rough and wrecked:
“Gonna ruin you for everyone else, you know that? You feel what I’m doing to you? No one’s ever gonna have you like this but me.”
fuckboy!Chris who starts staying after. He’ll finish with you—deep, messy, your cunt still fluttering around him—and then he’ll realize he’s still inside you ten minutes later, just lazily rocking his hips while you whimper into his neck, your fingers tracing patterns on his back. He tells himself he’s just catching his breath, that’s all.
fuckboy!Chris who hears his friends joking about how he never sticks around, never calls, never double-backs… and doesn’t say anything about the fact he’s already been in your bed three times this week. Or the way his jaw tightens when you mention some guy from class, tongue pressed into his cheek when your phone lights up with another name while you’re straddling his lap.
fuckboy!Chris who suddenly gets really opinionated about your love life for someone who “doesn’t do relationships.”
“Why you even talking to him?” he mutters, peeping over your shoulder at your phone. “His texts are dry as hell. You seriously into that?”
fuckboy!Chris who pretends it doesn’t bother him when you say, half-teasing, “Relax, you’re not my boyfriend,” after he snatches your phone and flips it screen-down. He scoffs, leans back on your pillows with his arms behind his head like he’s unbothered, shirt riding up just enough to show the cut lines of his stomach.
“I know,” he says. “I’d be a shit one.”
But he fucks you mean that night, rougher than usual, your knees hooked over his forearms as he drives into you, eyes dark and focused like he’s trying to fuck the word boyfriend right out of your vocabulary. Every thrust is deep, punishing, your breath hitching into little choked-off cries.
“Not your boyfriend,” he grits, hips slamming into the backs of your thighs. “But you let me fuck you like this, yeah? You let me be the only one who sees you like this?”
fuckboy!Chris who can’t stop talking once he’s in deep and losing it.
“Look at this little cunt,” he pants, eyes fixed where you’re stretched around him, where his cock disappears inside you again and again. “Always so ready for me, always so tight—shit, bet you’d take whatever I give you, huh? Fingers, tongue, anything I want.”
You whine his name, broken and high, and feel him shudder behind you.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he gasps, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “You were made for this fucking cock, swear to God.”
fuckboy!Chris who starts doing stupid things, out of nowhere. Like showing up with takeout on a night you didn’t invite him. Like remembering how you take your coffee without ever meaning to. Like shrugging off his hoodie and tugging it over your head when you shiver, grumbling, “you say you run hot and then complain about being cold, unreal,” while his brain quietly short-circuits at how cute you look in it.
fuckboy!Chris who gets reckless with his own rules. You spend the night once because it’s late, and then again because you “accidentally” fall asleep on his chest, and then again because he mumbles, half-asleep, “Just stay, yeah?” into your hair, and you do.
fuckboy!Chris who wakes up hard against you, arm heavy over your waist, face tucked into your neck, and realizes—horrified—that he feels… calm. Not trapped, not itchy to leave. Just… good. Your breath soft and even, your hand curled around his fingers like you trust him with something fragile.
fuckboy!Chris who panics and pulls back. Starts answering slower. Starts making excuses. Starts trying to prove to himself he’s still the same as he was before you, going out more, letting girls press up on him in clubs, flirting just enough to remind himself he knows how.
fuckboy!Chris who can’t follow through. He gets them back to his apartment, hands on autopilot, mouth saying all the right things—until they touch him in a way that isn’t yours, until they laugh at the wrong moment, until they look up at him and he thinks, not you. Everything in him goes flat.
“Actually,” he says once, stepping back with a crooked, apologetic grin, “I just remembered I’ve got an early morning.”
“Now?” she scoffs. “Seriously?”
He shrugs, already walking her to the door. “Yeah. Sorry, sweetheart.”
fuckboy!Chris who shuts the door on someone else and somehow ends up in his car, engine rumbling under his hands while his brain short-circuits. He tells himself he’s just going for a drive, just clearing his head. Definitely not typing your address into his GPS even though he could get there blindfolded by now.
fuckboy!Chris who’s halfway up your building’s stairs before he realizes he doesn’t have a reason to be there. No real one, anyway. Not one that doesn’t sound pathetic when he says it out loud.
I missed you.
He stands outside your door for a full minute, fingers flexing uselessly at his sides, heartbeat loud in his ears. He almost turns around. Almost.
He knocks.
You open the door in an old t-shirt and tiny shorts, hair a little messy, eyes going wide when you see him.
“Chris?”
He did not plan what to say. Panic hits so fast his brain grabs the first thing it can find.
“I’m sick,” he blurts.
You blink. “…What?”
“I’m—” he fakes a cough on the spot, winces at himself halfway through it and commits anyway, hunching his shoulders like he’s in a drama. “S’bad.”
There’s a beat of silence where you just stare at him, taking in the hoodie, the faint smell of cologne.
Then your mouth curls, unimpressed. “If you wanted to come over to fuck,” you say flatly, “you could’ve just said so.”
His ego flares like a personal emergency. Absolutely not. No way is he admitting that he bailed on another girl and came here because he—what, missed you? Needed you?
He coughs again.
“Nah, I’m serious,” he insists, putting a hand to his forehead like he’s checking for a fever. “Think I’ve got, like… the plague or some shit.”
You squint at him. “You walked here with the plague.”
“Drove,” he corrects, like that helps. “Didn’t wanna give it to anyone. ‘Cept you, I guess. Sorry, baby.”
You exhale, half a laugh, half a sigh. “You’re so stupid.”
But you step back to let him in.
fuckboy!Chris who instantly sheds his shoes and beelines for your couch like he lives there, flopping down with a dramatic groan. He drapes an arm over his eyes, other hand fisted in the hem of your throw blanket like he’s on his deathbed.
“Let me feel,” you mutter, stepping closer.
His brain promptly exits the chat.
“Feel what?” he asks, voice pitching up, because there are about five different answers he’d like to give that have nothing to do with health.
“Your forehead, dumbass.” You plant a hand on your hip.
He swallows and sits up a little, and it hits you—he does look off. Not just tired. His hair is a little damp at the hairline, cheeks flushed in a way that doesn’t look like his usual post-gym glow. His breathing isn’t labored, exactly, but there’s something… off-rhythm about it.
You reach out, press your palm flat to his forehead.
fuckboy!Chris who has had your hands on every inch of him and somehow still feels like he’s going to combust from the simple, cool weight of your palm on his skin. His eyes flutter shut on reflex, lashes brushing his cheeks, shoulders slumping.
“You’re hot,” you say, even though he’s not.
He opens one eye. “In a sexy way or—”
You smack his shoulder. “Christopher.”
He winces, but there’s a ghost of a grin there. It fades when you lean in again, thumb brushing the side of his neck like you’re checking his pulse. Your brows knit.
“On a scale of one to ten, how fake is this illness?”
He peeks at you from under his arm, lashes low. “Nine point seven,” he admits. Then, quickly, “But the part where I feel like shit is real.”
Your expression shifts, just a little. “Headache?”
“Yeah.” He swallows, the lie burying itself under the truth. “Headache.”
You hover for a second longer, still clearly suspicious, then your shoulders drop. “You could’ve just said you were having a bad night,” you mutter, brushing a bit of his hair back from his forehead with your fingers before you can stop yourself.
He goes very still under your touch.
“I’m having a bad night,” he says quietly.
fuckboy!Chris who says it like a joke at first—even now, his instinct is to twist everything into something lighter, something you can both laugh off later. But it sits between you too heavy to be funny, and when you don’t immediately fire back, he realizes he said it a little too honest.
You exhale, the edge in your shoulders softening against your will.
“Yeah,” you say quietly. “I kind of figured.”
You end up herding him toward your bedroom like he’s some oversized, sulky cat. He sits on the edge of your mattress, suddenly shy in a way that makes no sense given how many times he’s had you naked and begging under him.
“Top on or off?” you ask, rummaging for an extra blanket.
His brain immediately supplies a slideshow of you asking that in very different circumstances. His cock twitches in his sweats. Not the time, not the time, not the time—
“On,” he croaks, in case his body betrays him.
You snort. “Relax, I wasn’t trying to strip you. I just don’t wanna wash hoodie lint out of my sheets if you start writhing around in your ‘death throes.’”
“I don’t writhe,” he mutters, which is a lie and you both know it.
You flick off the lamp by your dresser, leave the one by your bed on low. The room shrinks around the soft pool of light, everything quieter, edges blurred. You toss the extra blanket onto the mattress, then gesture.
“Lie down properly,” you say.
He hesitates, then swings his legs up, sitting stiffly with his back against the headboard like he’s in a waiting room. His hands are flat on his thighs, fingers drumming restlessly.
You crawl onto the bed beside him, the mattress dipping with your weight. That gets his attention; his gaze tracks the movement of your body, the hem of your t-shirt riding up just a touch as you settle.
You pat your lap. “Here.”
His brows lift. “There?”
“No, the floor,” you deadpan. “Yes, here.”
He stares at you like you’ve offered him something dangerous and he’s not sure he should touch it. This is stupid, he thinks. He’s put his head between your thighs without blinking and now he’s nervous about putting it on them.
“You sure?” he asks, and even he can hear how rough it comes out.
You roll your eyes, softer this time. “Chris. C’mere.”
fuckboy!Chris who has never, ever laid his head in anyone’s lap in his life like this, not unless it was on the way to sliding down their body.
fuckboy!Chris who has never been shy about taking what he wants when it comes to your body, but somehow feels like he’s crossing a line just by shifting down the bed, turning, and easing his head onto your thighs. The mattress springs sigh, your warmth seeping through the thin cotton of your shorts.
You adjust him without ceremony—one hand at the back of his neck, thumb rubbing at the tense knot there as you guide him until he’s exactly where you want him.
“Better?” you ask.
He didn’t know he needed this until the second his head finds the curve of you and everything inside him… drops. Unwinds. Lets go.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “That’s… good.”
Your hand finds his hair like it’s been waiting there all along. You start to card your fingers through the strands, slow and deliberate, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.
fuckboy!Chris who has taken you apart with his hands, his mouth, his body—who has bent you and folded you and held you down—and yet somehow, this undoes him more than any of it.
His eyes slide shut before he can stop them. His shoulders, always so squared and ready for impact, gradually sink into the mattress. Every stroke of your fingers sends a little shiver down his spine, not sharp, not electric—just… warm. Soothing. Intimate in a way he doesn’t have a category for.
“Tired?” you murmur after a moment.
“Mm.” His voice vibrates against your thighs. “Yeah.”
“How bad was it?” you ask quietly. “Your day.”
He swallows. His first instinct is to say it was fine. To make a joke. To say something glib and easy that keeps everything on the surface where it’s always been safe for him.
Instead, your nails catch on a tender spot behind his ear and his answer slips out softer than he means it to.
“Shit,” he says. “It was shit.”
You hum, fingers never stopping. “Yeah?”
He could tell you about the girl he almost fucked tonight and couldn’t. About how he stood in his own kitchen with someone’s hands on him and felt… nothing. About the way his chest has been tight for days, like there’s a fist around his ribs that only loosens when you’re close.
Instead, he swallows it all down.
“Doesn’t matter now,” he mutters.
You don’t push. You don’t pry it open or ask for details or turn his bad day into a post-mortem. You just make a quiet, noncommittal sound and keep stroking his hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp in slow, steady passes.
It’s such a small kindness it shouldn’t knock the air out of him.
But it does.
He feels it in the way his body reacts—like some invisible tension wire inside his chest finally snaps loose. His shoulders sink further into the mattress, muscles unspooling one by one as your fingers comb through his curls, carding from his hairline all the way back to the nape of his neck.
He lets out a sound he doesn’t recognize.
It’s tiny. Half-sigh, half-whine. It slips out of him on the exhale, vibration buzzing against the soft skin of your thigh. He goes still immediately after, like he can pull it back in by force.
You’re an angel for pretending you didn’t hear it.
Your hand just changes angle, fingertips dragging from his temple, over the shell of his ear, back to that spot at the base of his skull. You circle there, gentle pressure and lazy scratches that make his toes curl in his socks.
He doesn’t mean to, but another little noise escapes him—deeper this time, a soft, broken-edged hum that sounds suspiciously like a whimper.
“Feels that good?” you murmur, almost amused.
His cheeks burn. “Shut up,” he mutters, but it comes out breathy, not sharp at all.
“Didn’t say it was a bad thing,” you say. Your thumb strokes along his hairline, catching the dampness there, smoothing the flyaways back. Your nails skim his scalp again, slower, firmer.
He shudders.
The hand on your leg tightens, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh like he needs something to hold on to. His other hand, the one on his chest, slides lower to grip the hem of his hoodie, knuckles going white as he clenches.
You keep touching him like you have all the time in the world. No rush, no goal, just long, repetitive strokes that make his thoughts blur at the edges.
It’s obscene, almost, how good it feels. Every drag of your fingers through his hair sends a warm, lazy heat spilling down his spine, settling in his chest, his stomach, the backs of his knees.
“Mm,” he hums, eyes squeezing shut when you scratch a little harder at his scalp. “Fuck, that’s…”
He trails off, jaw slackening. Another small sound slips out, embarrassingly close to a whine. It makes the corner of your mouth twitch.
“Good?” you supply.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “S’good. So good.”
You slow it down even more, changing the pattern—fingers threading through his curls, separating them, letting them slip through the spaces between your knuckles. You use the pads of your fingers to massage small circles into his scalp, working from one side to the other, like you’re trying to erase every leftover thought clinging to his brain.
His breathing changes.
It’s softer now, coming in slow pulls. Every exhale brushes warm over the inside of your thigh. You can feel the way his body keeps reacting in tiny involuntary flinches: the twitch of his shoulders when you scratch behind his ear, the little kick of his foot when you drag your nails right at the nape.
A soft, breathy whimper falls out of him, high in his chest, broken off halfway like he tried to swallow it and failed.
You don’t stop. If anything, your touch gentles, fingertips tracing the curve of his skull with almost ridiculous care.
“There you go,” you murmur, more to him than anything. “Just relax.”
He lets out a helpless huff of laughter. “I am,” he says, voice fuzzy. “That’s the problem.”
“Is it?” you ask.
He doesn’t answer, not really. Just hums again, the sound low and wrecked, pressing his cheek more firmly against your thigh like he’s trying to burrow inside it.
You can feel how warm he is. Not sick, not feverish, just thoroughly undone. His lashes lie dark against his cheeks, his mouth parted around soft, involuntary breaths. The notorious fuckboy, the one who always has the upper hand, the exit strategy, the next option—reduced to a whimpering puddle because you’re playing with his hair.
Your fingers slide down, combing through the curl at his nape, then drifting to stroke the side of his neck. You trace absent patterns there—little loops and lines that make his pulse jump under your touch.
He squeezes your thigh, a small, desperate gesture.
fuckboy!chan who starts to melt in earnest, muscles slack, hand slipping from a grip on your thigh to a loose, warm weight. Every so often, he makes a sound—tiny, half-formed, the kind of whine he’d mock someone else for—but he’s too blissed-out to care.
If he could hear himself, he’d be mortified. If his friends could see him, he’d never live it down.
But it’s just you here. Just you and the soft light and the quiet and the gentle drag of your fingers through his hair. And for once, he lets himself have this without thinking about what it looks like.
Without thinking about what it means.
He tips his head a little to the side, just enough that his nose brushes the inside of your thigh through the fabric. He inhales, deep and slow, like he’s trying to memorize your scent. Your hand automatically slides down again, cupping the back of his head, thumb stroking behind his ear.
“Y’gonna fall asleep on me?” you ask after a while, voice barely above a whisper.
“Maybe,” he whispers back. His words are getting fuzzy at the edges, each one a little slower than the last. “You’re… dangerous, you know that? Could get anything you want from me like this.”
“Good to know,” you say, amused. “I’ll start drafting my list.”
He huffs a quiet laugh that dissolves into a tiny, breathy “ah—” when your nails scratch lightly behind his ear again. His toes curl under the blanket. He has never been this defenseless in front of anyone, and somehow it doesn’t scare him. It just… feels right.
“You are so adorable, Channie,” you murmur without thinking, the words slipping out on a breath.
His entire body jolts.
Heat rushes up his neck, flooding his face, his chest. He feels it burn all the way to the tips of his ears. A strangled noise catches in his throat and he grips your thigh again, harder this time, fingers biting into your skin.
He doesn’t know what to do with that. With you. With the way his tough-guy persona, the fuckboy mask, all of it feels so flimsy in the face of this quiet, devastating tenderness.
So he doesn’t do anything.
He just lies there, whimpery and boneless, letting you pet him like he’s yours. Letting himself be soft where no one else can see.
fuckboy!Chris who can talk you through every way he wants to fuck you, who can narrate your own pleasure back to you in filthy detail without flinching—completely wordless now beneath your hands, all his slick lines burnt away by the simple, devastating luxury of being petted and held.
fuckboy!Chris who thought he’d come over tonight to take the edge off, to use your body like a distraction—now humming quietly into the softness of your stomach, eyes half-closed, letting you turn him into a whimpery, pliant mess with nothing more than your fingers in his hair and the steady warmth of your lap.
You're living with you brother in a small apartment on campus, his friends, who are both the object of your desires and your nightmares, spend their time tormenting you. But everything is about to change when a new neighbor moves into the building.
Pairing : female reader x (?)
Warnings for this chapter : alcohol, insecurities (kinda?), sexual comments, cursing, overprotective brother (3k words not proofread)
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Growing up with a brother only a year older than you could be a blessing. Chan had always been fiercely protective, the kind of older brother who stood between you and the world, who loved you with an intensity that sometimes felt too large for the space you occupied. He watched over you, shielded you, loved you more fiercely than anyone else ever had. But it could also be a burden. Chan was so protective that no male individual had ever dared approach you. No one ever dared cross the invisible boundary he’d drawn around you. In elementary school, in high school, or even now in college, you had never had a partner, by day or by night. The result: at twenty years old, you were still a virgin. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of, but still, you saw it as a chain you were constantly dragging behind you. Your friends, few friends, didn’t know about it. No one did, really. It was your secret, the torment of your existence.
It wasn’t for lack of trying. More than once, you had tried to approach boys and girls you liked, but your brother and his loyal band of supporters never let you get away with it so easily. Once, in high school, when a boy had asked you to take you to the prom, Changbin and Hyunjin decided to ruin the night by sticking to you the entire evening. Despite your protests, they never left your side, which eventually drove your date away, straight into the arms of someone else. That night, when you got home, you cried. Even though you loved your brother with all your heart, that night… yes, you hated him a little. If he hadn’t been the mastermind behind all of it, maybe you wouldn’t have blamed him so much.
The only person you could confide in about everything that troubled you was Minho. He had been your best and most loyal friend ever since you met in the library. You quickly noticed how extremely perfectionistic he was, you could sit at your desk for hours and he wouldn’t move either. Sometimes he would tear up his essays in frustration, but despite his intimidating quietness, you had found the courage to speak to him. At first, he didn’t say much and seemed cold, but very quickly he was charmed by your mischievous eyes.
He was never the talkative type. Most of the time, he simply listened, being an attentive ear. You talked enough for the both of you. But now, you were surviving university together. To protect him, you had never introduced him to your brother or his friends. Your brother’s excessive protectiveness would certainly not have mixed well with Minho’s blunt honesty, he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what he thought. Your friendship was your second best-kept secret.
You weren’t exactly shy, but for some unknown reason, making friends was very difficult for you. Aside from Minho, the few people you had met at university weren’t really friends. They were more like people you hung out with occasionally, people who knew very little about you. That’s why you felt so lonely most of the time, even when surrounded by others. So when, for the first time since arriving on campus, someone invited you to a party, you thought it was another cruel joke by your brother’s friends.
“So, see you tonight?” The girl had caught you off guard, you didn’t know how to react to her offer. You had never been to a party before. You didn’t know anyone there.
Minho would never agree to come with you. Being surrounded by loud music and alcohol wasn’t his thing, your quiet movie nights on his couch suited him perfectly. You would be alone among strangers. The idea was terrifying, but you couldn’t let this opportunity to make friends slip away. So you decided to accept, even if it meant throwing yourself into the void without a safety net.
You spent the rest of the day lost in your thoughts, imagining every possible disaster that could happen at the party waiting for you that night. You were so distracted that you forgot to consider the most important thing of all: Chan’s reaction. Getting ready was the easy part. Now, you had to leave the apartment, passing by your brother and his group of friends who, unsurprisingly, were occupying your living room with beers. You grabbed your bag and tried to adjust your dress, far too short, to make it look as respectable as possible. When you stepped out of your room, the only place in the apartment the boys hadn’t completely taken over, five pairs of eyes turned toward you. There was no way to leave quietly. You were going to have to face them all.
“Why are you dressed like that?” Seungmin asked, looking you up and down. It surprised you, usually he didn’t even meet your gaze, as if you didn’t exist in his universe.
“Dressed like what?” you replied, playing innocent.
“Like a stripper,” Jeongin said. He never spared you, he always had something outrageous to say. He was a pervert and didn’t even try to hide it. He had barely finished his sentence when a cushion, probably thrown by Chan, flew across the room and hit him in the face. As for you, you wondered why you had never smothered him in his sleep. It wouldn’t be hard, considering he practically lived here.
“I’m not a stripper. I’m going out, actually. I have a party tonight.”
Chan nearly choked on his beer, while Hyunjin and Seungmin almost spat theirs out in shock.
“Am I dreaming, or did she just say she’s going out? She?” Changbin asked.
For once, Jeongin didn’t comment, he just looked at you with a smile on his lips.
“And where exactly are you going?” Your brother’s interrogation was only beginning, and you already knew you weren’t going to enjoy it. It felt like standing before a judge to earn your freedom, except the judge was anything but merciful.
It had been a good twenty minutes now that you were battling with Chan to let you leave. Twenty minutes of bargaining, arguing, pleading. Even though you were an adult, the mastermind still controlled your every move.
“1am.”
“3am”
“I said 1am. I’ll pick you up after.”
He was driving you insane. At that moment, you could have pulled your hair out, his and yours. Negotiations were impossible. Neither of you was willing to compromise.
“You’re being harsh. She never goes out,” Hyunjin said unexpectedly, catching you off guard. It was the first time anyone in the group had ever supported you. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to convince your brother.
Jeongin, who had been silent until now, added, “And if you say no, she’ll probably cry in her room and her face will get all swollen. I don’t want to see that.” Of course, he couldn’t help being awful. Your brother sighed and closed his eyes, weighing the arguments in his head. He was close to giving in, you could feel it.
“Fine. But if there’s the slightest problem, you call me immediately.”
You let out a sigh of relief. “But first say thank you Chan I love you” “Yeah no I’m not doing that” you quickly grabbed your things and left the apartment before he could change his mind. It was your first victory against the authoritarian monster. You wanted to feel the thrill and freedom of campus life that had been promised to you months ago. This was your official entry into adulthood, and you fully intended to enjoy it.
The walk to the address you’d been given wasn’t very long, but October was cold, and your dress did little to keep you warm. From the outside, the house looked gigantic. If you thought the apartment you shared with your brother was spacious, it was nothing compared to this fraternity house, it was absolutely massive. As soon as you stepped inside, the music snapped you out of your thoughts. Hundreds of people were crammed into the building, and the mix of alcohol and sweat filled the air with an unpleasant smell that made you grimace.
After wandering through the different rooms for several minutes, you began to wonder what you were even doing there. Of course this had been a bad idea, you thought. Eventually, you found a place to sit and observe, listening to the people around you, but deep down, all you really wanted was to escape this place.
Still, you stayed. You had promised that girl, that you’d meet her here, and you intended to keep your word. Everyone was getting noticeably drunk now; one drink, you told yourself. Just one. Something to take the edge off. One drink couldn’t hurt.
So you gave up your spot and went in search of something to drink. In the backyard, behind the house, there was a makeshift bar run by two students. One of the improvised bartenders turned toward you.
“Hey beautiful, what can I get you?”
The nickname made you blush. No one had ever dared to be that direct with you, for fear of retaliation from your insane brother. But this boy was looking at you with such hungry eyes that you were ready to spend the rest of your night right next to that bar.
“If I tell you I want to relax but not end up on the floor, what do you suggest?”
He chuckled softly, revealing a smile you would’ve killed for.
“How about I give you priority service all night?”
Your heart skipped. He was flirting. You knew it. Every warning bell were ringing in your head. You knew you shouldn’t get your hopes up, one of your brother’s friends could show up at any moment and kidnap this guy, dragging him thousands of miles away from you. Still, you smiled back and let the euphoria of the night wash over you, deciding to play along.
“And how exactly do I get this priority card?”
“Easy. Skip the line and come kiss me on the cheek. What do you think?”
You had to summon all your strength not to melt. In just a few sentences, he had you wrapped around his finger, and you wanted more. By depriving you of romantic and erotic contact, your brother had left you starving for any kind of interaction. You gathered your courage and did exactly what he asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek. When your lips touched his skin, every cell in your body went on high alert. Such a simple gesture sent shivers rippling through you.
When you pulled away, he handed you a glass filled with an unfamiliar liquid. You’d probably gotten carried away too quickly, when he was just doing his job. You gave him one last smile before walking away with your drink.
The first sip burned your throat, but your loneliness pushed you to finish the glass. Your friend still hadn’t shown up, and you were drinking much faster than was reasonable. You tried to go back to the bar to ask your handsome stranger for another drink, but unfortunately, he had been replaced. Another student stood there now, serving people with an annoyed look on his face.
“Can I get another drink?” The music was even louder now, you practically had to shout.
“We’re not serving alcohol anymore,” he replied. “But if you suck me off in the bathroom, maybe we can work something out.”
You blinked several times, looking around to make sure he was actually talking to you. The alcohol had clearly affected your brain, it took you a moment to process what he’d just said before storming off, hurling an insult over your shoulder. As you tried to flee the disgusting scene, you collided with a solid chest, snapping your thoughts back into place.
“Leaving already?”
The stranger with the mesmerizing eyes now stood in front of you, holding two beers. He handed you one, which you drank far too quickly in the hope of erasing the memory of that awful moment. He watched you with an expression that was equal parts amused and slightly concerned. Your brain struggled to keep up with everything happening around you. You barely understood what he was saying until he suggested, “How about we go sit on those couches over there? It’ll be quieter.”
The world started spinning, and your stomach made it clear that alcohol had been a very bad idea. You excused yourself to the bathroom, promising to meet him again in a few minutes.
The walk to the restroom was chaotic. Your legs struggled to stay upright, and your vision was starting to blur. Once seated, you rested your head against the wall and tried to pull yourself together. A kind boy, drop-dead gorgeous, was waiting for you on a couch. You had to stay sexy just a little longer. Secretly, you hoped this would finally be the night you got rid of that ugly secret you couldn’t share with anyone. Thinking about him made you smile and blush like an idiot.
You couldn’t imagine keeping this encounter to yourself, you had to share it with the person you loved most in the world. Unfortunately for you, that person, while your other half, was also the dictator of your life.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?”
Your brother’s voice, way too loud through the phone, immediately soothed your heart.
“Nothing at all. It’s 12:30 am and everything is perfectly fine.”
“Then why are you calling me?”
“Oh, you know, I just wanted to tell you about this amazing guy I just met, but I feel like I’m bothering you.”
“Am I dreaming, or are you drunk? Tell me where you are. I’m coming to get you right now.”
“It’s crazy, everyone wants to play hide-and-seek tonight. I have to find this guy on the couch, and also this guy who wants a blowjob but I don’t really feel like it.”
Silence. Then chaos.
“Changbin, give me my keys. You. Don’t move. I’m on my way.”
He hung up, and only then did you start to realize your mistake.
warnings: explicit sexual content (MDNI), unprotected sex -> p in v + anal (b smart), free use, choking, manhandling, dacryphilia, creampie, cum eating, breeding kink (NO pregnancy), size/strength kink, daddy kink, collars, pet play, butt plug, brat tamer, stomach bulge, degradation, humiliation, double pen, praise, oral (f and m receiving), voyeurism, pain play, semi public, overstim (f and m), restraints, toys, prey/pred.
all kinks labeled clearly, skip what you don’t like!
summary: no thoughts, head full of skz + their favorite kinks
bang chan;
“let daddy fill you up, babygirl. gonna pump you full and make sure it takes.”
☆ size difference -> chan loves being bigger than you- he loves watching you eye his strong arms, loves feeling your small fingers claw at his toned back, loves being able to completely engulf you when he is above you. and he loves how hard your sweet little pussy works to take his huge cock. leaving you gaping makes him hard all over again.
☆ overstim -> chan loves filling you up so much he often doesn’t know how to control it. he sinks into your tight, wet heat over and over again, panting into your neck while he rubs tight little circles over your throbbing clit until your body clenches around him again and again, sucking him further inside.
☆ daddy -> and when you call him that? it’s like his self control was never even there to begin with. something in his brain shuts down and he is bending you over, grabbing the meat of your hips in large palms to make sure you stay in place while he fucks into your soaked pussy without restraint. daddy loves to give you what you need most.
☆ breeding -> chan just loves you so much- wants to make sure everyone knows you’re his to touch and make moan and tremble underneath him. he wants to own you in ways that stick. wants you pumped full of his load, sated and marked from the inside out.
☆ creampie -> sometimes he likes to watch it, though. watch the way his cum leaks out of your stretched cunt, clenching to try and keep it inside. he likes the mess, likes to scoop it up on his fingers and ruin your body more than he already has.
☆ stomach bulge -> when your legs are on his shoulders, your body bent in half and being swallowed whole by his frame, he can see the imprint of his cock in your stomach. pressing down always makes you scream, shaking thighs against his chest while you cum, and the feeling of claiming you so throughly has him busting quicker than anything else.
☆ restraints -> sometimes you squirm too much- in ways that are cute, but chan needs you pliant. that’s why the four posts on the bed are up so high, the silk ties are easy to pull out and knot around your wrists and ankles. then you’re completely dumb, as if the idea of him taking full control is enough to render you thoughtless.
☆ cum eating -> when all is said and done, whatever is left to leak out of you ends up in your mouth more often than not. chan always says it would be a waste to let the mess stain the sheets instead of your throat. you open your mouth willingly, feeling your heart grow in your chest when he coos and pets your tongue with his messy fingers.
minho;
“watch your tone, kitty. you have nowhere to run.”
☆ brat tamer -> minho loves a challenge. he loves being tested, and loves it even more when he can give you what you deserve. he is patient, but patience wears thin. it doesn’t help that you always go from that bratty attitude to being pretty and helpless, dumb on his cock- no thoughts in your head besides minho’s name.
☆ choking -> he knows you aren’t innocent, you like the dynamic the two of you have just as much as he does. one thing you love is having his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you whine and make your wet pussy clench around his aching cock. and the few times he allows you to choke him while you’re on top, he gets it- loves feeling that dizzying pressure before the sweet relief of breath comes back. more often than not it’s his long, pale fingers on your neck, though. and he’s a boxer- so of course he knows how to properly make you breathless and feeling just right.
☆ humiliation/degradation -> minho’s attitude is almost comparable to your own. his tongue is wicked, lips cruel when he gives you a sharp grin and starts talking. such a pathetic kitty, always so needy, hm? embarrassing how easy it is to fuck you stupid. all you need is cock and you shut up, don’t you?
☆ praise -> of course, that mean tone always comes with sweet words too. such a good girl, sucking my cock into that sweet little pussy. feel so good, kitty- all for me, right? im the only one who makes you this desperate? that’s right.
☆ pet play -> minho owns you in every sense of the word. he cherishes you, takes care of you, pets you and cuddles you. when you’re good, you get treats. when you misbehave, all kitties need to be punished. this is minho’s job, and he takes it very seriously.
☆ collar + plug -> the collar is always on when you’re home, engraved with LM and a cute little bell that gets hooked into it. you feel at ease, and minho loves that glassy look in your eye. the plug with the tail extension is a cute bonus when you’re misbehaving- a way to have you squirming for hours even when he isn’t home.
☆ pain play -> minho always likes a little bite with his pleasure- likes to sink his teeth into your soft skin and litter dark purple along your pretty thighs. he could get drunk off of your gasps and little whimpers and the pinch between your brow when you can’t decide whether to push the shock of pain away or pull it closer. something about this, his sweet kitty, arching into his palms and purring at the smack of his palm, makes his knees shake.
☆ dacryphilia -> seeing you so overwhelmed with pleasure, fucked so dumb you can’t do anything besides shed those beautiful tears, makes his toes curl. your shiny red cheeks, pouty wet lips, the way your fists claw at minho’s shoulders to gain some semblance of control. all he can do is coo down at you, licking up the droplets of water on your cheeks and grinning at the helpless shake of your limbs.
☆ overstim -> minho never leaves you with just one orgasm. it’s always two, or three, or however many it takes to remind you exactly who you’re with and what your place is. minho could take you apart all day, fingers and tongue and cock built to keep you blissed out and lax under his touch. no one could take care of you like this, and he makes sure to remind you of that every time he gets his hands on you.
☆ prey/pred -> you always look so fragile- not necessarily in the way that you’re so much smaller than him, but in the way that he knows he’s stronger and knows there wouldn’t be a fight to catch you. maybe that’s why he lets you act up, lets your attitude simmer to a point that makes his neck twitch in annoyance. because at the end of the day, no matter how hard you try, he always catches you. and you’re always put in your place, caged in his arms right where you belong.
changbin;
“see how big i look inside you, sweetheart? stretching you wide, tearing you apart-“
☆ size/strength -> changbin takes his exercise seriously. he bulks up and uses his muscles for more than just vanity. and the feeling he gets when he sees you ogling him, putting your hand on his bicep and not even covering half of the width, is a high unlike any other.
☆ manhandling -> he is built to protect you, making sure you know the only person who is allowed to toss you around is him. and you love that- giggling when he picks you up with ease, moaning when he stretches your legs far apart on either side of his hips. you would let him do anything to you, and he is reverent in his attentive love, making sure you understand how blessed he feels.
☆ oral -> changbin’s favorite way to worship you is between your legs. he devours your dripping cunt like it’s the last supper, tongue fucking in and out of you because he loves feeling you throb around it. his fingers take over when he mouths at your clit, sucking it between his plump lips and flicking his tongue over the bud. he doesn’t stop until his face is drenched and your vision is hazy.
☆ creampie -> maybe it’s because he loves seeing little pieces of himself in you, but changbin could fill you up and watch it drip out of your stretched hole for hours without getting tired. he pushes the mess back inside with his fingers just to hear you whine and watch it drip back out, only to do it all over again.
☆ praise -> he makes sure you know how well you’re doing- how good you are, how you were made for him. changbin worships your body because it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. and when you return the favor, telling him how good you feel because of what he’s done to you, his cock thickens up all over again.
☆ semi public -> changbin shows you off at any opportunity. he wraps his arm around your shoulder with pride, beaming when his friends talk about how pretty you are. maybe that’s why he also teases you so much in public, his huge palm slipping between your thighs underneath tables, dropping a fork on the ground so he can bury his head there. he will take any excuse to make you feel as good as you deserve to feel.
☆ toys -> toys are just a bonus for him. it’s part of the size kink, really- keeping you stretched on a dildo that he can pull out and slide his thick cock right in. he likes vibrators, too. likes to make you cum around his dick before he even starts moving, so you can cum again when he spills inside you.
hyunjin;
“you’re breathtaking, angel. let’s paint you in purple and blue today, just stay right where you are.”
☆ oral -> hyunjin thinks you are perfect in every way, but your mouth is something he could write endless sonnets about. your lips wrapping so beautifully around the head of his cock, wet tongue sliding up his shaft- he cums embarrassingly fast every time. if he’s lucky, he gets to watch you swallow it all.
☆ choking -> every part of hyunjin’s being craves artistry. the way your flushed throat looks with his pale hand against it, elegant fingers wrapped to feel the rabbiting pulse beneath your skin, makes him feel electric. he feels alive when he holds you in ways that could so easily harm you, but you trust him so much. you let him take and take, because you’re ethereal.
☆ pain play -> bruises are the most obvious thing that turns him on. seeing purple against your collarbone while you’re getting dressed makes him throb, makes him pull you back to bed so he can paint more colors onto your body. the red, purple, blue, yellow, green- he loves all of it. he wants to paint those tones, but the acrylic never quite captures your beauty.
☆ dacryphilia -> seeing you cry made him ache at first. his sweet angel, teary eyed and wobbly lipped. but the tears were always from pleasure, your mind and body overwhelmed with how good he makes you feel, and the realization made him crave it more. now, those tears only mean he tries harder.
☆ free use -> it had been your idea the first time, but hyunjin frequently looks for the green ring you wear when you’re free. something about being able to slide into your wet heat anytime he pleases, no matter what you’re doing, makes him cherish you in ways that feel like he is drowning. how perfect you are for him, to allow him to cherish you 24/7.
☆ cum eating -> hyunjin will always make sure his cum gets inside you, no matter what vessel is used. when he feels droplets spill from your dripping pussy, he doesn’t hesitate to scoop them up on his tongue and slide it into your open mouth.
☆ praise -> of course, he has to tell you how perfect you are. gorgeous, mind-numbing, beautiful beyond words. and he gets off on the same thing, being told how stunning he is, how he fits against your body like he was made for you. your voice singing praise into his neck makes him shiver every time.
☆ voyeurism -> hyunjin loves watching you. sometimes he walks in after a long day and you’re already in bed, touching yourself with his name on your tongue. it drives him crazy to see you- open and without care, driving yourself over the edge with only him in mind. he watches you cum just like that, then replaces your small fingers with his own just to show you how well he can serve you.
jisung;
“fuck, rockstar- please let me inside one more time? just one more, you feel too good to stop.”
☆ overstim -> jisung never knows when to stop. he loves the feeling of your body, loves pressing his tongue against you until you’re shaking and tapping out, loves being inside you after you’ve both already came more than twice. he could live the rest of his life between your legs and be happier than anywhere else.
☆ dacryphilia -> he’s an emotional guy, the tears pricking at his eyes when you’re sucking his cock are just bound to fall. the same way your cheeks are wet when he thrusts into you, always ready to hold you while you cry from the pleasure and kissing you breathless while he does the same.
☆ cum eating -> and jisung is… messy. he uses your combined fluids like his favorite lube, stroking himself with your wetness smeared over his length, asking you to spit on it. he kisses you open mouthed and sloppy after either of you give head, wanting that taste to linger on both your tongues.
☆ creampie -> he’s really messy. not only does he let his load leak out of your pretty little pussy, staring unabashed, he also likes to pull out while the last few drops are still leaving his cock, painting your thighs and stomach opalescent.
☆ choking -> he wants to please you more than anything, because you are always perfect for him. choking you brings a spark to your eyes and makes your chest heave, your thighs squeezing around his hipbones. he gets off on being in control just as much as he gets off on letting you take the lead.
☆ oral -> his favorite way to make you cum will always be oral. he moans into your dripping pussy like a man starved, thrusts his tongue inside of you to feel you clench around it. his mouth is always running, always busy, and he loves being shut up every now and then. when you suck his cock, though? he’s never lasted longer than three minutes. he can’t even help it! seeing you on your knees, pretty eyes blinking up at him, mouth sucking him in so well- he’s a goner.
☆ semi public -> jisung is desperate for you, always. even when you’re on the train, or out to dinner, or seeing a new movie with his friends. he gives you such a innocent smile while his hand travels below your clothes, careful not to look suspicious when he thrusts his fingers inside of you. you try to berate him, tell him this is dangerous, but you’re soaked, so why would he listen?
☆ humiliation -> jisung feels embarrassed about a lot of things. it’s pretty easy to make him flush two shades darker when he cums too quickly, or makes a mess in his pants while eating you out. but that just makes his cock twitch again, ready for another round so he can prove just how useful he is- what your every action does to him.
☆ degradation -> where jisung likes to be embarrassed, he knows you like it when he’s a little mean. outside of the bedroom he is the sweetest, most gentle lover. but inside? his wicked tongue is cruel when he speaks, telling you how slutty and fucked out you look before he’s even touched you, mocking you for spreading yourself wide open for him before his shirt is even unbuttoned.
☆ praise -> even with the mocking, and teasing, and harsh words, you both love to be told how good you’re doing. jisung’s eyes roll back every time you let him know how much he fills you up, how his hands are so talented at tuning your body. in return jisung will whimper and moan about how good you feel around him and how pretty you look when you’re fucked out <3
☆ toys -> he is a man who uses his surroundings to his advantage. vibrators are amazing inventions, truly. especially when he can press one against your sensitive clit and watch you jolt, or wrap one around his cock for that little extra bit of stimulation. it drives you both crazy.
felix;
“you feel good, angel? wanna feel better?”
☆ oral -> felix loves having you on your knees- with a pillow, of course. the feeling of his cock deep in your throat, you swallowing around him and keeping your pretty lips stretched wide, makes him feel insane. he feels even more insane when you let him cum in your mouth, never spilling a drop.
☆ overstim -> he wants you trembling and panting before he even pulls his pants off. his hands are mean, always providing stimulation that makes you fall over the edge over and over again. only when you’ve soaked the sheets with your release, begging and whining, does he ease his cock inside of your tight pussy.
☆ buttplugs + toys -> felix is an opportunist- there’s three holes and he’s filling all of them. when his cock is buried deep in your cunt, his fingers are in your mouth and vice versa. the plug he uses for your ass is just big enough to make you moan when you squirm on it, he always grins when he tugs the flared end.
☆ double pen -> and of course, felix fucks you while the toy is filling you up. he uses a nice, ribbed dildo to fuck your needy pussy while he takes your ass- uses plugs and gags and whatever he thinks will look the prettiest against your flushed skin.
☆ praise -> he tells you exactly what he thinks, how you’re so good for him, he can’t stop thinking about your tight cunt, your pretty pussy ruined him for anyone else, you’re his and he is yours.
☆ degradation -> with the sweet words is always a mixture of rough language- you’re his little slut, begging for cock, taking it like you’re desperate, fucked too dumb to speak. all of it makes your eyes roll back, and felix loves the sight.
seungmin;
“you’re being bad, puppy. you’re lucky i don’t cage you.”
☆ pet play -> seungmin has always be fond of dogs- now, you bring a whole new meaning to the word. puppy, that’s what you are. a sweet, dumb little thing that only wants to please her master. and who is seungmin to deny you that? he loves to take care of you, and loves to punish when you’re out of line just as much.
☆ collars -> seungmin uses collars when you’re being bad. he engraved his initials into it, added a leash so he can drag you to the bedroom or couch or whatever else is close enough to lay you out on. you always get the most adorable look on your face, like you’re trying to hide how excited you are and how much you like being owned. but seungmin knows, because he always knows when it comes to you.
☆ degradation -> of course, his mouth is filthy. especially when you’re riled up, desperate and on the edge, the words tumble out before he can even think. fucked dumb, like a bitch in heat, huh? all you needed was a good fuck to shut you up, right puppy?
☆ humiliation -> seungmin loves to see the red color your cheeks when you’re embarrassed. you always flush the prettiest when he makes you crawl, laughing while you pout and get on your hands and knees. god, look at you. listening to every word i say, are you just that desperate?
☆ oral -> he loves you, loves the way you make him feel. and when you open your mouth, taking his cock like it was made for you? he could bust on sight. sometimes he makes you cock warm him, on the ground with a pillow underneath you while you mouth at his cock uselessly. he likes to catch up on work- not actually doing anything, too busy listening to your impatient whines and trying to stop his length from growing hard when your eyes meet his.
☆ praise -> the day you found out seungmin likes being told how good he is, how good he makes you feel, was the last day seungmin knew peace. now you won’t close your mouth unless he gags you, moaning your praise into his ear while he fucks you just right. and it’s unfair, really- he has to work twice as fast to make you finish before he cums. maybe gagging you isn’t a bad thought.
☆ pain play -> you always misbehave, and he knows what you want. the light in your eyes when he throws you over his knee, or when he grips your hips so hard the tips of his fingers turn white- he can’t help the twitch in his pants. seeing your skin all messy and splotchy red, dark purple littering your neck and chest from his sharp teeth, makes him desperate to feel you. the way you clench around his cock when he spanks you is something that will haunt him forever.
☆ dacryphilia -> seungmin always ends the night wiping your tears. when you look up at him from your knees, eyes glassy and red rimmed, he has to tilt his head back to avoid busting too soon. having you so overwhelmed with pleasure you can’t help but cry is how he knows he is doing his job.
☆ restraints -> you squirm. a lot. sometimes he teases you for it, other times he gets impatient telling you to settle down, puppy. the restraints hidden underneath your pillows are easy to access, easy to leave you incapacitated while he teases and prods and pushes your buttons all night long. and seungmin loves this control- loves that you always go so dumb, fully trusting he will care for you the way you deserve.
☆ toys -> he didn’t think he would like them. why use silicone when he has the real thing? but he realized the power they hold, clamping your nipples to hear your whines, holding a vibrator steady to your clit to watch you tear up. seungmin uses every weapon in his arsenal to make sure the only thing you remember is how to scream his name.
jeongin;
“is daddy making you cum, baby? go ahead, be good.”
☆ overstim -> jeongin is obsessive, your body is all he wants. he gets pleasure from your pleasure, which is why he has your legs shaking and you hurdling over the edge before he even takes his cock out.
☆ oral -> he always grabs your face when you’re on your knees, one hand cupping your jaw, fingers squeezing his cock through the flesh of your cheek. his other hand petting your hair, wiping pretty tears from your pretty cheeks. your warm mouth around him feels so good, and when he returns the favor he loves it just as much. feeling your throat constrict around his cock is almost as dizzying as feeling your wet little pussy clench around his tongue- addictive.
☆ strength -> jeongin used to be smaller, similar to you in size. he bulked up nicely, grew into his skin, and you suddenly felt so much smaller than him. he loves how he can tower over you, pull and push your body with no resistance. the way you flush and bite your lip, the way you moan when he grips your thighs and refuses to let your legs close, makes his cock dribble precum without even being touched.
☆ manhandling -> when your eyes get glassy you let him do so much, so pliant underneath him. he loves moving you around, fucking you against the wall or couch or dresser just to be able to grip your hips tighter under the guise of keeping you standing. after all, he has to take care of his lover.
☆ daddy -> the first time you said it, you were joking. teasing, light in your eyes that made him groan and grumble. but his dick was rock hard in an embarrassing amount of time. and you noticed, grinding on him and whimpering that same word into his ear over and over again, until he had to fuck you so good it was the only thing you remembered.
☆ praise -> jeongin’s mouth is filthy, which surprised you. but you’re dripping when he says such a good girl for daddy, keeping my cock nice and warm, daddy’s sweet angel, squeeze my cock baby. and he doesn’t stop- even whispering how proud he is after you’ve cleaned up, massaging your thighs until they’re done shaking.
a/n: helloooo >:3
i want to do a mini series of ot8 favs, like fav kinks, positions, pet names, things that make them mad, outfits you wear, etc. thoughts??
requests are open! thank you so much for 1.1k followers omg… y’all are still going crazy for that jisung brothers best friend post and i’m so happy you are bc i have a boner every time i think abt it.
You're living with you brother in a small apartment on campus, his friends, who are both the object of your desires and your nightmares, spend their time tormenting you. But everything is about to change when a new neighbor moves into the building.
Pairing : female reader x (?)
Warnings : cursing and harsh jokes (Chan and the boys kinda seem mean in this but i promise they're not keep reading), campus feel good romance (i'll had specific tw for each chapter) 1k words/ not proofread
A/N : i disapeared for a week and came back with this yes. Am i going to finish this story ? only the future will tell us let's just enjoy the moment ^.^ i haven't decided what the whole thing is gonna look like but i have tons of ideas !! stay tuned besties
“y/n can you come and do the dishes?” you heard you brother shout from the kitchen. You and Chan had been sharing an apartment since you joined the same campus as him for university. He was studying economy to become well paid businessman and you decided to learn law in case he did something illegal. You’ve always been like this. Partners in crime.
“do it yourself I’m busy”, but of course he was still your older brother. It was his duty to annoy you and protect you. And Chan always took this role very seriously.
You ignored his calls for you to come and do your share of the housework, you put back your headphones on and the music pierces your eardrums again. He could wait a few minutes you thought. But a loud noise took you attention away from the music, you didn't even have time to understand what was happening before a spongy, wet object hit you. It was vile and childish; it was your brother. He was standing in the doorframe with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Of course he was proud of himself. His whole existence consisted of rage baiting you. Unfortunately, it was working. “If it’s war that you want, then you’ll have it” you said when you finally stood up from your bed, “I’d like to see you try weirdo”. From that moment on, you began chasing him around the entire apartment (which wasn't very big). He tried to hide behind a pile of laundry, but you didn't care and swept it aside. “Hey! I just folded that!”. But it was too late, you were insatiable for revenge, Bang Christopher Chan was about to pay with his life, years of sibling bullying.
Before you had time to finish the assassination of your one and only brother, the front door suddenly opened. Four men were now observing you choking your brother with a sponge. You were on his back and he was trying by all means to make you fall but female rage was stronger than anything. “What’s going on here” Changbin asked “actually I don’t wanna know”. They weren’t even surprised by your squabbles.
Changbin, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin were your brother’s best friends. He knew them since elementary school so you basically grew up with them too. They all lived in the same building so it was no surprise to sometimes see them entering your apartment without even knocking or an invitation. Even if they all had their dorms, this place was like a HQ. Since it was a two-person apartment it was bigger than all of their small student apartments. That’s why it was almost always here that they met to watch Tv, have a few drinks or just hang out in general. You were always the victim of their lame jokes but never invited to stay with them. Chan couldn’t stand you behind around his friends. You suspected they all had a secret homoerotic relationship because of how much time they would spend together without you being able to join.
Changbin was very similar to Chan, loyal, protective, and not afraid to speak his mind. They were basically one people. Seungmin was the quiet one, he wasn’t mean to you like the others but he wasn’t friendly either, he was just ignoring you most of the time. When you found yourself sitting next to him by some chance, he didn't say a word. Hyunjin was a real sweetheart, smiling at you when your brother wasn’t looking, always willing to help and most of the time he apologized for the jokes the group played on you. But once again, he was loyal to your brother and would never dare to disobey him by inviting you to stay during their boy’s night. And finally, there was Jeongin…
“hey y/n I think that’s yours” you were horrified when you saw what he was holding in his hands, in full view of everyone. The panties that had been in the laundry pile just a few minutes earlier were now in the air in Jeongin's hands. You hated that stupid smirk on his face, you hated everything about him. If the others guys were sometimes harsh with you, Jeongin was without mercy. He never hesitated to make an inappropriate comment or orchestrate the worst jokes on you. But yet, he was your brother’s favorite. For some reasons he was his protégé, the one to whom he confided everything and whom he trusted completely. Before you could respond to his provocation, he threw the panties in your face. You finally got off Chan’s back and took off the sponge from his mouth which allowed him to finally breathe properly again. They all started laughing, happy to see that they had once again won a victory over you. And you were forced to realize that you would always remain the little sister who was the victim of their attacks. “Since you’re here now you can do your dishes”.
You were completely disappointed, already anticipating that tonight, once again, they would probably leave you alone in your room while they drank beer after beer in the living room. You didn’t want to be the annoying little sister, you also didn’t want to be “one of the boys” all you wanted was to spend some time with them from time to time. Truth was you were lonely, it was hard for you to make new friends in college even if you’ve been here for two years now, and Chan wasn’t helping. He scared away any human being who approached you, no boy was good enough and no girl was kind enough to be with you. Even if Chan was your parter in crime, the other part of you, sometimes a tiny part of you hated him for being like that. You were 20, you had very few friends, your love life was nonexistent and your sex life you didn’t even want to think about it.
So when this new guy knocked on the door of your apartment to introduce himself, the smile he gave you felt like a promise. A promise that things were about to change.
You're living with you brother in a small apartment on campus, his friends, who are both the object of your desires and your nightmares, spend their time tormenting you. But everything is about to change when a new neighbor moves into the building.
Pairing : female reader x (?)
Warnings : cursing and harsh jokes (Chan and the boys kinda seem mean in this but i promise they're not keep reading), campus feel good romance (i'll had specific tw for each chapter) 1k words/ not proofread
A/N : i disapeared for a week and came back with this yes. Am i going to finish this story ? only the future will tell us let's just enjoy the moment ^.^ i haven't decided what the whole thing is gonna look like but i have tons of ideas !! stay tuned besties
“y/n can you come and do the dishes?” you heard you brother shout from the kitchen. You and Chan had been sharing an apartment since you joined the same campus as him for university. He was studying economy to become well paid businessman and you decided to learn law in case he did something illegal. You’ve always been like this. Partners in crime.
“do it yourself I’m busy”, but of course he was still your older brother. It was his duty to annoy you and protect you. And Chan always took this role very seriously.
You ignored his calls for you to come and do your share of the housework, you put back your headphones on and the music pierces your eardrums again. He could wait a few minutes you thought. But a loud noise took you attention away from the music, you didn't even have time to understand what was happening before a spongy, wet object hit you. It was vile and childish; it was your brother. He was standing in the doorframe with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Of course he was proud of himself. His whole existence consisted of rage baiting you. Unfortunately, it was working. “If it’s war that you want, then you’ll have it” you said when you finally stood up from your bed, “I’d like to see you try weirdo”. From that moment on, you began chasing him around the entire apartment (which wasn't very big). He tried to hide behind a pile of laundry, but you didn't care and swept it aside. “Hey! I just folded that!”. But it was too late, you were insatiable for revenge, Bang Christopher Chan was about to pay with his life, years of sibling bullying.
Before you had time to finish the assassination of your one and only brother, the front door suddenly opened. Four men were now observing you choking your brother with a sponge. You were on his back and he was trying by all means to make you fall but female rage was stronger than anything. “What’s going on here” Changbin asked “actually I don’t wanna know”. They weren’t even surprised by your squabbles.
Changbin, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin were your brother’s best friends. He knew them since elementary school so you basically grew up with them too. They all lived in the same building so it was no surprise to sometimes see them entering your apartment without even knocking or an invitation. Even if they all had their dorms, this place was like a HQ. Since it was a two-person apartment it was bigger than all of their small student apartments. That’s why it was almost always here that they met to watch Tv, have a few drinks or just hang out in general. You were always the victim of their lame jokes but never invited to stay with them. Chan couldn’t stand you behind around his friends. You suspected they all had a secret homoerotic relationship because of how much time they would spend together without you being able to join.
Changbin was very similar to Chan, loyal, protective, and not afraid to speak his mind. They were basically one people. Seungmin was the quiet one, he wasn’t mean to you like the others but he wasn’t friendly either, he was just ignoring you most of the time. When you found yourself sitting next to him by some chance, he didn't say a word. Hyunjin was a real sweetheart, smiling at you when your brother wasn’t looking, always willing to help and most of the time he apologized for the jokes the group played on you. But once again, he was loyal to your brother and would never dare to disobey him by inviting you to stay during their boy’s night. And finally, there was Jeongin…
“hey y/n I think that’s yours” you were horrified when you saw what he was holding in his hands, in full view of everyone. The panties that had been in the laundry pile just a few minutes earlier were now in the air in Jeongin's hands. You hated that stupid smirk on his face, you hated everything about him. If the others guys were sometimes harsh with you, Jeongin was without mercy. He never hesitated to make an inappropriate comment or orchestrate the worst jokes on you. But yet, he was your brother’s favorite. For some reasons he was his protégé, the one to whom he confided everything and whom he trusted completely. Before you could respond to his provocation, he threw the panties in your face. You finally got off Chan’s back and took off the sponge from his mouth which allowed him to finally breathe properly again. They all started laughing, happy to see that they had once again won a victory over you. And you were forced to realize that you would always remain the little sister who was the victim of their attacks. “Since you’re here now you can do your dishes”.
You were completely disappointed, already anticipating that tonight, once again, they would probably leave you alone in your room while they drank beer after beer in the living room. You didn’t want to be the annoying little sister, you also didn’t want to be “one of the boys” all you wanted was to spend some time with them from time to time. Truth was you were lonely, it was hard for you to make new friends in college even if you’ve been here for two years now, and Chan wasn’t helping. He scared away any human being who approached you, no boy was good enough and no girl was kind enough to be with you. Even if Chan was your parter in crime, the other part of you, sometimes a tiny part of you hated him for being like that. You were 20, you had very few friends, your love life was nonexistent and your sex life you didn’t even want to think about it.
So when this new guy knocked on the door of your apartment to introduce himself, the smile he gave you felt like a promise. A promise that things were about to change.
Tags / Warnings : unprotected p i v, oral ( f rec ), fingering, lmk if I missed any
Sum : hours of fucking like bunnies, will they complain ? :3
[ Yu’s talks ! ] this lwk sucks tho..im horny and this is just what I think about. Anyways I might’ve wrote this with my clit she has a mind of her own !
It’s been hours, hours of forced orgasms, multiple, so many you actually couldnt count. Not with how hyunjins fat cock practically splitting you open with every calculated, rough push of his hips straight into yours. The slick sound of skin against skin pounding against your ears.
“Mmffh- h-hyun..ie.!~” you mewl into the soaked fabric of the pillow below your chin, stained with a mixture of tears and dribble. He was relentless. Letting out all of the pent up energy after not being able to fuck you because your neighbours were incredibly sensitive. Always complaining with every small noise and leaving the two of you to deal with complaint files almost every day.
But now? Hes completely off the hook, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around his achingly hard cock. Grinding back against the plush flesh of your ass with every thrust.
“F-fuck..cmon baby..a little more, yeah? God so fkin’ tight..” he grumbles, voice raspy and breathing uneven as his quickens his rhythm, leaving little to no remorse for that pathetic couple next door. Because if they were so bothered with pen to paper files, would they be bothered enough to listen to this?
It just got worse, rougher and rougher with each orgasm he ripped out of you. Moving in between stretching you with his cock, making you bounce on his fingers and burying his face between your legs. And you couldn’t get enough,
“”yeah, taste so..so- ugh, so gorgeous..” he whispers, tongue swirling around your tight entrance, teasing the soaked folds with his thumb for an added bit of stimulation. You were going crazy under his ministrations, tongue sticking out lightly, panting after every suck on your neglected nub, every slow but wet stretch of his tongue through your weeping cunt, hair damp and sticking to your forehead, hands fisting at his hair so tightly he was moaning like a bitch.
“She greedy tonight, hmm?” He mutters, a pair of long, slender fingers coming up to push right in with no warning, the obscene squelch sending your back arching off the bed in a loud, broken sob. The sensation of his tongue and his fingers on you at the same time was what you needed, what you were begging for, for so fucking long.
You were shivering so bad his spare hand had to clamp down on your hip, holding you still for him, “a-ah! Fuck~ jinnie!” You cry out, reaching down to wrap a hand around his wrist that curled just enough to gently feel that sweet spot, which had you screaming. Thighs nearly crushing his head between them. The occasional twitch of his hair against your pelvis giving you a tingling feeling the more it carried on, the more your body numbed up.
“You better..mmffghh~ better, not give up on me now, muse..im not fucking done with you.” He rose slightly, hands quick to push and shove at your legs, soon enough having you folded up in half, knees brushing up against the tip of your ears, his hands braced just below your knees. Gaze hungry and defiant.
“They..fuck- want a show, I’ll give it to them..”
im scared if there’s mistakes 🥹✌️ oh well i cba ts is NEVER proofread
Content : they learn your native language for your birthday (this was a request from @red40sperson if i remember well!!)
A/N : thank you to all the people that contributed to the translation. If i still made a mistake don't hesitate to tell me and i'll correct it immediately
My amazing translators : @zforzathura @nzzzzzzzzzzzz @k12ses @hanjigooner + everyone that wished to stay anonymous thank you very much for your help ♡
thinking about post award show sex… my beautiful guys who worked so hard all year and won an award they deserved the most… they deserve another prize after that
chan - mr. i-don’t-know-if-i-deserve-all-of-this does, in fact, deserve it. chan would be happy coming back to you curled up in bed, but coming back to you dressed up for him? a little black number under your robe that he gets to unwrap? yeah, he loves that. chan’s spent the night happily giving piggyback rides and being the leader, but he still wants to give you that same attention even when you want to give it to him. he needs to please you, give you something back tenfold for giving him such a sweet gift. push him flat on the mattress when you want to take that control though, he’ll have stars in his eyes.
minho - that ankle holds him back from some of the fun he really wants to have with you after a successful award show. minho’s honestly stubborn enough to try and fuck you even if it takes him twice as long to heal up his ankle lol. he knows he’ll get an earful from you if he tries, but still. minho’s not exactly going to say no to a good ride though. and he sure does look good on his back… pink eared and panting and holding your hips, maybe even smacking your ass when he feels inclined. he also makes some slick comment about how your cunt’s better than any award, and he definitely means it.
changbin - as he said on bubble, “thank you for making me say so many ‘thank you’s this year,” changbin’s definitely not done with his thanking for the night when you get him in bed after an award show. he’s thanking you if you drop to your knees to suck his cock, thanking you for talking so sweet to him, and definitely thanking you for allowing him to have your pretty pussy. changbin is humble but he knows what he deserves… that confidence will be making its way into the bedroom. don’t get it twisted though, he’ll be thanking you for letting him make your legs shake when he’s done.
hyunjin - sweet hyunjinnie. all these awards are coming when he needs them the most! he’s so emotionally drained after but needs that physical touch from the one he cherishes the most. hyunjin would be so desperate for your touch that penetrative sex might not even happen, you might not be able to get there. his pretty cock is snug between your thighs or maybe even pressed to your belly, and you just roll and grind against each other until you’re cumming. he needs to be wrapped in your arms and needs to be kissed until his lips hurt. you’re so tangled together you don’t know where you end and he begins.
jisung - jisung needs to relax after a night so chaotic. after some celebrating he wants to come back and decompress with you. there’s not much better than pulling you close to watch something on the tv before bed. in the morning though… turn that alarm off, wake him up another way. your mouth, your hand, rubbing your ass against him over his boxers. his favorite is waking up to your pussy already snug around him though… he always thinks he’s dreaming at first, and hearing him try to wax poetic about you while he’s half asleep is so sweet. not to mention how sexy his morning voice is.
felix - lix rides the adrenaline of an award show or a concert for hours after it’s over. the sex is crazed when he finally gets to the hotel room… felix’s mouth turns even dirtier than it usually is, and he gets nasty. there’s not an inch of that hotel room that he won’t take you against. the bed, the couch, the table, that rolling chair in the corner, standing in front of the mirror. the adrenaline really increases his stamina, so yeah, good luck! get him in the bath afterwards though. the exhaustion hits quick when he’s leaned against your chest, but not enough that he won’t try to at least finger you under the water lol.
seungmin - the buildup to the sex with seungmin is almost even better than the actual sex. hearing about his successful night over some nice room service, a fancy late dinner with a bottle of champagne? there’s so much tension. he’s rubbing up and down your legs with those big hands of his and glancing at your lips every time you speak before you’ve even moved from the couch or cleared the coffee table. you’re soaking wet and seungmin’s tenting his pants by the time you climb in his lap and fuck him right there on the sofa, half clothed and already warm and sated from each other’s company.
jeongin - jeongin needs you in the aftermath of these award shows to calm himself down. undress him slowly, kiss him deep, and tell him how proud you are of him. he gets excited hearing you talk like that. jeongin knows he works hard, but it’s different when you say it. it’s different when it’s cried out in a moan or kissed into his sensitive neck. lift up your shirt and shrug your panties down and let him take you in the entryway or up against the door. don’t stop telling him how proud you are of him though, and if you want to tell him how good he fucks you too, it gives him incentive to give it to you even better.
hey i'm actually working on a smau where SKZ learn your native language for your birthday and i refuse to use Ai or any type of translator when i got you guys. So if anyone can speak another language than English or French (cuz i do) maybe dm me a few sentences that i could use 🤗🤗 thank you !!!!!
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