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i feel like every writer on this site has said this, but please, for the love of god, leave a comment on the things you read. please, i beg of you. it's so important to us. if you're too shy to leave a comment, send in an anonymous ask, drop by our dm's, just let us know somehow.
a couple of days ago i posted a fic and it has reached 400 notes, which to me is not a small number at all, but the only two comments were made by my friends, supporting me. so people will often feel left out of those writers' groups, but that's because our writer friends are the only people who will give us any sort of feedback.
for almost two weeks straight, every single day, i posted a request. most of them were made anonymously and while i had fun writing them only one person claimed their request. that's mostly why i have given up on requests, i never got feedback from the person who wanted to read that. i don't need only praises, hell if someone said "it was my requested and that was not what i wanted" i would have written it again.
so please, if you read something you like, let the author know somehow. if you don't do reblogs because it ruins your blog aesthetic, at least leave a comment, if you're going to reblog add a couple of tags.
your favorite author can't know they're your favorite if you don't tell them
since it's the last day of the day of 2023, i thought i could let go of some frustrations of mine
So, I recently made a poll to know if people might find it helpful to have a list of things they could talk about when leaving comments on fanfictions, be it on Ao3 or on here. A majority of people were interested in seeing the post so, well, I'm making it. I started writing and posting stuff online when I was a teenager, on a website where leaving constructive criticism was the norm. It's by far the place where I've gotten the most feedback and it was an incredibly formative experience for me as a young writer — and it taught me how to leave detailed comments.
Writing comments doesn't necessarily come easy. It's something that you may need to learn how to do, but the good news is that you can learn how to do it, so don't worry if you don't know what to say at first. Hopefully this list will give you some pointers on how to do that.
This is more or less the list I go through when I want to leave a detailed comment. Even if I don't have a specific idea at first, I'll go through the steps and I never come out empty-handed.
Comment etiquette:
What became apparent with the poll I made was that a lot of people worry about how they'll be perceived by the writers if they leave a comment. Now, obviously, writers aren't a monolith, but 99% of the time writers will be thrilled that you took the time to leave a comment to let them know what you enjoyed in their fic. I cannot stress this enough. We're not going to judge someone based on a positive comment they leave.
As it stands, on Tumblr and Ao3, it's seen as rude to leave negative feedback, unless the author has explicitly asked for it/agreed to it, so that's what I'll be going over here. Since quite a few writers did say on that post that they would like to get constructive comments as well, stay tuned, I'm trying to get something together to do that for authors. Other than that, you're good to go.
The main ways to let an author know your thoughts on a fic on Tumblr are:
reblogging a fic with your thoughts underneath it
reblogging with your thoughts in the tags, which is often less formal
leaving a comment as a 'reaction'
sending in an ask if they're activated on the blog (which means you can stay anonymous, if anon asks are allowed)
Reblogging means that your followers will see the post as well, and is therefore really appreciated on Tumblr.
As a note, you may find different systems work for different fics! Maybe leaving tag rambles works for you when commenting on drabbles, for example for me it's the system I use to leave comments on smut.
General advice:
Everything I'm saying in here is for people who want to be able to leave longer/more detailed comments and don't always know where to start. If, for whatever reason, you're not comfortable or you don't have time to do it at the moment, a simple "I love the fic, thank you for writing it" always goes a long way for an author.
The key thing to keep in mind if you're trying to find something else to say, I think, is to try making the comment specific to the fic you're leaving it on. It shows the writer what you took away from the fic and the fic's strong points, which is both meaningful and helpful to an author.
Comments don't have to be long to be meaningful. Don't stress about writing a ton; a one-sentence comment highlighting the fic's humor or how emotional it made you can be incredibly impactful.
With this out of the way, I'll go through things you can talk about in a comment, starting with what I think is the easiest and moving on to things that could require more thought. You don't have to do all of that. You may never use some of the things on that list. Leaving comments should not be a source of anxiety. So take what you want from the list, maybe come back to it if you need more inspiration, and don't worry too much about it :)
Favorite line(s) : pull from the fic to let the author know what your favorite line was. If you wish, you can expand on that by saying why it was your favorite: did it make you laugh? Did it make you feel something specific? Did the author nail the characterization with it? Was there some incredible metaphor? Did you find it beautiful or poetic even if you can't go into detail? Is there one line in particular at the beginning of the fic that hooked you in and made you want to keep reading?
All of that is very valuable for a writer to know. Some of my favorite comments I've gotten were a list of a reader's favorite lines from a fic with one or two sentences to explain why they liked them, so don't hesitate to do that more than once if you can!
Emotions: if there’s one thing I know about writers, it’s that we’re thrilled when we’ve made you cry. So tell us: how did the writing make you feel? Did you laugh out loud? If you did, was it the dialogue, or the narrator? Did it make you cry? Which part? Could you relate to one of the characters? Did it make you feel seen? Did the fluff make you feel all fuzzy inside or did the angst twist knots in your stomach? This isn't an exhaustive list, and emotions are great to draw from when you're leaving a comment!
Favorite element of the writing: Is there one thing in the writing that struck you as being particularly good, or what was your favorite thing to read? Is the author a master at writing dialogue? Are their descriptions so good you could see the whole scene? Are they really good at getting in a character's head and describing their emotions? Were you hooked from the start and couldn't stop until you reached the end?
Characterization: Now, this might be less instinctive, but if you've been in a fandom for a while, you'll probably be able to identify these things fairly easily. You can tell the author if you think they've nailed one aspect of a character. Did you have a favorite character in the fic? What did you think of them? Did the author manage to capture their voice? Was the attitude spot-on? Which parts of the character, if you can name them? Were there aspects of the character you particularly enjoyed? Did the author shine a light on something you hadn't considered or on something you don't think is highlighted often enough? Is there one thing from the fic you can actually picture/hear a character doing/saying in your head?
Style: I'd argue this is the hardest part, and you shouldn't feel bad if it's not something you can really comment on. As someone whose first language isn't English, I know I struggle with it. Style can be perceived as the way the author's voice comes through in the text. It can come through in punctuation, in the way sentences are formed, in the choice of the words themselves. If, when you read, you feel something intangible that doesn't fit well in the other categories, it just might be the author's style.
Here are some things (non-exhaustive list, of course) you could say about an author's style: it can be direct, straight to the point. The author doesn't bother with ornaments. Every sentence feels impactful. Maybe the writing feels intense. You're overwhelmed by the characters and their feelings and you feel truly engulfed in the story. Maybe the style is light and airy. It's so easy to read you don't even notice you are reading. Maybe the writing is intricate. Going through it is like piecing a puzzle together, sentences are foreshadowing and metaphors reveal deep truths about the characters. Maybe the style is rich. While not always the easiest, it's a pleasure to read through it, the author has a wide vocabulary, and you might want to compare it to a well-written novel.
If you identify specific elements of that style (metaphors, interesting use of punctuation, etc.), don't hesitate to point them out and let the author know you enjoy them!
That is it for this post, hopefully it doesn't look too daunting — again, you absolutely do not need to do all that in any comment, but maybe going through this list can help you leave comments for authors you enjoy.
I like to end my comments with 'Thank you for writing and sharing this with us', so I'll tell you thank you for reading, I hope this was helpful, and please consider reblogging if you'd like to save this or if you think it could help someone else!
As a bonus, my friend @elidebrey and I (but mostly her) made a 'checklist' for commenting, to help remember all this if that's something you'd like, so use at will!
A big thank you to @elidebrey, @yoongihan and @antoniorhinothethird for their precious opinions on this ♥
Literally the tiniest of comments make my day, so if you feel scared to leave something, please don’t be! It makes me happy to know you’ve enjoyed it enough to want to leave a comment, so don’t be afraid to let me know - I’m a lovely person I promise ♡ 🤣
“You and I will be talking more often, I can tell.”
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Pairing - Lee Minho x fem!reader
*Other members will be included.
Currently in progress of being written. (expected early / mid autumn)
- this series will have smut and mature themes, so I kindly ask minors to not interact. Strictly 18+ ❤️
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Synopsis -
You’re lonely and going through a recent breakup, wanting to try something fun and no strings attached, he’s on call for your pleasure and for a laugh too. Seems perfect, right?
Except - haven’t you seen him before?
No, it can’t be, you’re wrong. This guy isn’t mean, inconsiderate and rude to you. He listens to you, and helps, even takes away the pain temporarily. It’s an added bonus that he can make you cum from his words and videos alone.
Wait.
No, you weren’t mistaken. He’s your best friend’s brother. The very one you see almost next to everyday when you see your friend, who you dislike more than anyone else in your life currently, who also doesn’t particularly like you either.
Lee Minho.
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A general question, please do interact if you see this!
What are people's feelings on apocalyptic / dystopian AU's as I really want to write a SKZ one but unsure if people would read. It wouldn't be the cliche zombie fic, there is a plot I have in mind with in depth characters around the different members and reader, with twists. Also slow burn, some eventual smut, love triangle?
Authors note: Just a quick headcanon of Binnie that I needed to put into words. Enjoy :)
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12:52am.
Nothing but the hum of a song long forgotten playing on the vinyl player from your shared bedroom. Not even the name is remembered, only the simple melody it provides as background aura.
The smell of warm vanilla and faint citrus fill the air, candles surrounding the bathtub admitting a soft light only romance novels could write. Except, it’s not on a page, it fills the present moment, consumes both parties.
Whispers of kisses trail slowly from one shoulder to the other, tracing nonsense into the flesh of your back as eyes flutter shut, enjoying the tranquility of each other's breathing, sounds and body warmth above the heat of the bubble mountained water.
Hands intertwining on thighs pressed together in the small but just right tub for the two bodies cuddled closely, enjoying the intimacy of the atmosphere with little to no words spoken.
Sometimes when you share the bath, the rain drizzles slowly down the window, or maybe it’ll hit the panes with a force so harsh it drowns out the music. Either way, you both bask in its comfort, it's a welcoming sound that creates an ambience that only feels right shared with each other - no one else.
Because you are his, and he is yours. No one comes close, and the subtle clink of wine glasses, exchanged mutual laughter that spills from your lips, the way the goosebumps appear when fingers dance along sunkissed skin, daring to inch closer to where you would move to silken, snug sheets, exploring each others bodies like it was the first time all over again.
“Bin..”
“Say it again, say my name.”
“Changbin..”
No touch is unfamiliar, and welcomed with open arms, a warm, safe feeling. The trust in each other built over years of late night conversations, where only each other and the moon can hear. The whispers of love and affection that only grows deeper with each day spent together.
This bath in particular, that started at 12:38am, after the affinity spent after an evening of good food, a walk along the canal and back home to the familiarity of bodies, every freckle, mark and response to each touch. Each kiss, to the lips, the neck. The heart - a personal favourite that is always and never forgotten, followed with:
“My heart, forever and always.”
To the chest, breasts, arms. No portion of either’s bodies untouched by affection, by longing and need. There’s lust too, sure. But only longing and yearning for the person each other knows so well, so profoundly.
Torso, gripped with gentle but firm fingers, back arched off the bed as only things spoken in a confession box could be forgiven for, are performed like an act practiced for years. Because, he knows your body more than anyone else. Maybe even you, yourself too.
Emotions only spoken through actions, fingers intertwined on soft pillows, the rocking of the bed and mutual hums mixing together in a melody. Kisses shared not desperate, but sensually and knowingly. Faint touches lasting longer than usual, bodies fitting together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.
Sparks that only emit from the pure love and doting of each others chemistry, the pants and moans of longing, needing of one another’s attention filling the room - the smell of sex being the remains of the evening in the air.
The running of water in the bath fills the atmosphere, breaking the comfortable silence of breaths of recovery. Bubbles to hide the sins of what previously had been shared, the splashing of water dangerously threatening to spill over the sides as giggles of relief from the feeling of hot water calming muscles down.
Which brings us to now, where you both bask in the comfort once again of each other's bodies. Nothing sexual, but more yearning, his hands trailing your body in the usual maps drawn out in your skin. Your own wrapped around the one settled above your chest, hugging it close, as if he could leave you at any moment.
But, Changbin wouldn’t dream of that. You’re his soulmate, his other half that completes him. Corny, but accurate enough to bypass any doubt you may have.
The words whispered not anything short of the absolute truth:
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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Authors note: This was a fun one to write, I hope I did this justice for you anon, please do let me know if you’d like! (you can keep it anonymous in my chat box <3) Possessive Seungmin will now live rent free in my head for the next few weeks.
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Lightly edited*
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Warnings: explicit smut, piv, unprotected sex, swearing, degrading, dom!Chan, sub!Reader, oral (m receiving), hickeys, fingering (f receiving), cum swallowing, spitting, hair pulling, spanking, Seungmin is HELLA possessive, names such as slut, whore, bitch and pup are used so if you are uncomfortable with that be aware!
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Kim Seungmin was intoxicating, and nothing short of it. The liquor you had shot burned the back of your throat, made you scrunch your face up, contorted as you wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, cleaning up and dribbles of alcohol left behind was no match for how he made you feel.
But, the way your boyfriend's eyes drilled into you, watching your every move as you flirted with the men at the bar for free drinks made you shiver with the thrill of what kind of punishment you would be enduring when you went home. Your home, with Seungmin, who was the only man you’d had eyes for since dating him.
That didn’t stop you from winding him up. The joy you received as you saw your boyfriend's face contorted with anger, jealousy and possessiveness was enough to send shooting waves of arousal straight to your pussy.
That, and the way he fucked you so good, leaving you unable to remember what your name was, what year you were living in, the only words you could mutter being his own name, as you laid completely fucked out in your shared bed, covered in marks from bites, bruises and scratches from the almost animalistic sex you two had in the wake of his jealous endeavours.
The male before you had his hand trailing your thigh, your red dress was sat neatly just above your pants, if you’d moved even the slightest, you would’ve flashed the entire club. Your hand rested against your cheek as you leant on the bar top next to you, your finger twirling your hair around in a trance to the man before you - the bar was sticky with spilt drinks and sweat, but the alcohol in your system was too overbearing for you to care.
You also didn’t know his name ; didn’t care for it either. He wasn’t the man you’d be going home with, so why did it matter to know a useless piece of information such as his name. You fluttered your eyelashes as you were handed another drink, courtesy of the desperate male in front of you, thanking him with a sickly sweet tone, before you stood, smoothing your dress.
“Thankyou for the drinks, you know where you can find me.” You purred, your voice rising in his ears as a thrill of chase almost, his hand lingering on your waist, a ghost of a touch as you swayed your hips, turning on your heel to find the very man you knew you wanted. Seungmin was leant against the bar on the opposite end of the club, his fist was tightly curled as he gritted his teeth at you, his jaw tense.
“Finished your fun?” He asked, his words weren’t particularly harsh, but you knew from the way his eyes bored into your drink, that you had successfully wound him up.
“Not yet, I was thinking of maybe-“ you were abruptly cut off as you felt his hand squeeze you tightly against his chest, constricting your movement completely.
“No, you are finished with your fun.” He stated, grip on your waist metal clamped as his breath slowly trailed down your neck, “do I need to remind you of who you belong to?” He hummed in your ear, his teeth nipping gently at the lobe as you let out a sweet, unsuspecting gasp, the slick in your panties already embarrassing at how quickly he could turn you on. You might’ve thought you were in control, but he really had the reins, pulling and pushing you with everything you could give him.
He seemed satisfied with your reaction, as he stood up straight, taking your hand in his as you downed your drink, placing the glass on the bar as best as you could whilst Seungmin dragged you to the door of the stuffy nightclub. You knew exactly what the rest of the night entailed.
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Waking up in the morning was never a necessarily fun task after your early hours activities, mainly because of the headache you were nursing after drinking yet again too much, but also the dull ache between your legs, the faint sting of handprints on your thighs, ass and throat, the many decorated hickeys littering your skin made every second of it worthwhile.
You reached over to your nightstand to grab the paracetamol and water Seungmin always left you for the day, which you were always silently thankful for, popping them into your mouth and swallowing with difficulty, the feeling of being choked still lingered on your windpipe. Grimacing, you managed to finally get the tablets down, as you laid back in the bed, hand resting over your eyes as you groaned at the feeling of your head spinning.
“Y/N?” A trill voice called out to you, one that sounded way too happy to be awake at 8:30am. You hummed in response, as you felt the bed dip next to you, a hand peeling your own from you face as you blinked slowly at your boyfriend above you, registering his presence, “I have a gift for you.” He spoke with a hint of deviance in his voice, one that made you furrow your brows as you moved to sit up, wincing at the throbbing ache in your head.
“You didn’t have to.” You replied, as Seungmin shook his head, holding out the box to you, which was decorated with a pretty satin bow. You shook it gently, hearing the contents jingle as you looked to Seungmin with a brow raised.
Seungmin simply shrugged, acting as if he didn’t know what was in the box as you turned your attention back to opening it. You were delicate with the bow, untying it as you lifted the box lid slowly, revealing a black suede collar, adorned with mini, sparkling gems and a bell.
Your mouth dropped in shock as you stared down the item in the box, your head turning to Seungmin as you struggled to find words to speak. You’d had a conversation a few weeks prior to kinks, an in depth one where you spoke about the possibility of being ‘owned’, but you didn’t think he’d act upon it.
“This is for you to remember who you belong to when we’re out. Because you can’t seem to understand that simple piece of knowledge.” Seungmin explained, his face sporting a subtle smirk as you gulped. You’d be lying if this didn’t turn you on, and you nodded, looking back at the collar, taking it out of the box now, to properly inspect it. “I also have this. In case you really want to show everyone who’s girl you are.”
In his hand, he held a name tag, one that was very clearly showing his name on, as he dangled it in front of you, like a toy for an animal. Your breathing must’ve hitched, because feeling Seungmin’s thumb across your lips made you let out a long exhale of breath, gasping in air to replace what you’d lost, which he took as an opportunity to push his thumb into your mouth, pressing down lightly on your tongue as you let out a small whimper, earning a hum of teasing from Seungmin. “You’re so needy, I love it.” His words were so condescending, but damn, was he correct.
“When we go out tonight, you’re wearing this. Understood?” His words were more of a demand than a question, one which had you nodding as you crawled into his lap, placing the collar on the bed beside you as you draped your arms over his shoulders lazily, feeling his own find haven immediately on your waist, your lips finding each others in a slow, sensual kiss that had you rolling your hips into him for relief.
His hands toyed with the hem of his shirt you adorned, screwing it up in bunches beneath his fists, his tongue now forcing you to open your mouth, surrendering to him as he explored the inside of your cheeks, biting softly down on your own tongue, drawing a small moan from you.
“You’ll have to wait until later, if you want me.” Asshole, you thought, but all you could do was sigh, a small whimper of hope lost leaving your lips as he moved you off of him, smoothing out his outfit which you had now recognised as his work attire, before he leant down to kiss you on the forehead gently, a stark contrast to how he was treating you not only hours before as you reached to squeeze him arm, longing for him to stay with you a little longer, before he was heading to the door, pushing his shoes on as you laid back in bed, arm draped over the side of it as you looked to the collar next to you : a symbol of territory. A symbol you were his.
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The evenings were always your favourite time of the day. That specific time of day where people chased the last rays of daylight before the night fell, but it also meant another thing : Seungmin was home from work. You hummed softly to yourself as you got ready in front of the mirror, straightening your sparkly, black sequinned dress out, spritzing perfume on your wrists and behind your ears and neck, the one Seungmin loved specifically, as you made sure to double check everything.
Your eyes phased to the desk behind you in the mirror, as you turned around, picking up the small box adorning the collar in, and held it close to your chest, smiling softly to yourself as you shut your eyes and took in the moment of peace.
The soft click of the front door brought you back to earth as you felt slender arms wrap around your waist, lips pressed against your neck as you sighed in content, your body melting into the man behind you as you felt the hairs on your neck stand up.
“I missed you. You smell amazing.” He hummed into your ear, as he peered over your shoulder, “need help?”
“Please, Min.”
Careful hands moved from your waist, and took the collar from the box in front of you, unclipping the buckle as you moved your hair to the side for him to place it around your neck, a wince leaving you as you felt the cold leather on your skin. He took his time, making sure to savour this moment, as your breathing accelerated as you felt the tight pinch of the buckle constricting your neck.
Not enough to choke, but enough to know it was there at all times. You watched in the mirror as Seungmin furrowed his brows, concentrating in making sure it was secure, before he pushed your hands away, turning to look at you through the reflection.
“It suits you, being mine.” His breath tickled your skin and you bit your lips at his words. He knew it drove you insane hearing him speak that way, and quite honestly, he loved the reaction it bubbled inside you. “I’ll get ready, wait for me in the lounge.” He hummed, letting his grip on your shoulder loosen as you nodded, slinking away to the lounge, picking up a pair of heels from the hallway, leaning on the couch arm to tighten the straps around your ankles. The weekend meant you got to have Seungmin for a full 3 days, and you loved it.
You wondered how the collar would change the dynamics in your relationship though. Would it enable you to be even brattier? You smirked to yourself as you felt a hand on your ass land a slap, as you yelped.
“Let’s get going, doll.” He had his keys in his hand already as he looked to you expectantly as you followed his steps like a lost puppy to the door. The night would probably end up how it usually did: you flirting with men for drinks, Seungmin building an ego high enough to fuck the living soul out of you to remind you of your place, and then snuggled up close to him as you fell asleep in his arms.
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Except, it wasn’t going that way at all. You were on your third drink of the evening, and Seungmin wasn’t at his usual place at the bar. You tried to focus on the bartender in front of you, who was currently spewing nonsense from his mouth, nothing of which you were genuinely taking in. Your ears were ringing from the loud bass playing on the speakers as your leg jumped nervously.
Was he hurt? You shook your head at the thought, sipping through the straw in your drink, wincing at the strength of your drink, which wasn’t uncommon to you, considering you didn’t really like the taste, more the effects it had.
It was only when you’d checked the dancefloor, which was crammed full of hot, sweaty bodies, the bathrooms, back at the bar, even the booths that panic started to set in. Had he left you here alone? You gulped as you headed to the fire exit, pushing past people as you made your way out into the bitter air, into the smoking area, slumping down on the bench as you rubbed your arms to make warmth for yourself.
You focused on keeping your breathing steady as a male approached you, sitting next to you, tipping to the side in a drunken state as he lolled his head on your shoulder, looking up to you.
“What’s a pretty girl like you alone out here?” His breath smelt of cheap whiskey as you cringed, suddenly very aware of your surroundings as you looked to him.
“I’m just getting some air.”
“Well.. no fear, I’m here to entertain.”
You sighed, pushing your hair back as you leant away from the man, who’s hands pulled you back, earning a huff of annoyance from your chest. His laugh rang in your ears as you tried to pull away, but steel hands gripped your wrist.
“Please- seriously let go.”
“You tease, you were sat here with your legs open practically, come ‘ere.”
“Please- I said-“
“She said let go.” A voice broke the tension as you felt the grip on your wrist disappear, instead now replaced by a firm, familiar arm around your waist, guiding you up. “Are you deaf? Or blind for that matter. You see this?” Seungmin’s hand pulled at the collar at your neck, “she’s taken.” His words bit into the cold air, as he didn’t give the man a second thought, pulling you back into the club, towards the bathroom as you stumbled trying to keep up with his insistence.
“Hey wait, you can’t just- Seungmin!” You shouted above the music, as you dug your heels in.
“I wouldn’t advise that.”
“You can’t just leave me alone and then come back and pretend to be my knight in shining armour.”
“What would you prefer? A creep touching you up?”
“I’d like an explanation as to where you fucking went-“ you couldn’t finish that sentence as you felt your back push harshly against the wall of the bathroom. Somehow in your frenzy, Seungmin had managed to get you both into the disabled stall of the small unisex bathroom, locking the door behind him in haste as you struggled to find words to speak.
He was everywhere. His scent driving you insane, the cologne he wore sent your head spiralling. His hands too - one snaked around your waist, bucking your hips into him before it began its descent south, as the other pressed around your throats pressure points, choking you lightly as he rose a brow at you. His face had annoyance, no, seethe written across it as you felt yourself go dizzy with the constricted air you were being given.
“You’re a slut, y/n. Maybe I shouldn’t even use your name. You don’t deserve that right now.” His words felt like a knife of pain in your chest, but, they turned you on like no tomorrow. “I saw you had your legs open for him, think he can fuck you better?”
“N-no, Min, they weren’t open for him, only for you, I'm a good girl.” Tears rolled down your cheeks from your eyes as you felt his hand dive into your pants, his finger swiping your already wet folds, as he tutted, his face almost saying, act like it.
“Does this really turn you on?” He mocked, his finger circling your clit agonisingly slow as you moaned softly, rolling your hips into his hand, before he snapped it back, a small ‘nuh-uh’ leaving his lips as he let them attach to your own, kissing you deeply as you writhed in his grip, legs squeezing around his arm as you desperately craved some kind of contact to ease the ache of your horny state.
“My pup, so fucking needy. Good job you have a collar to remind you of your place.” He smirked, his finger now focusing on your hole, dipping the tip of it teasingly into you as you begged him with your eyes to do something, anything. “Use your words.” His hand slowly moved to push your dress up your legs and hips, exposing enough of your underwear for his liking. His hand pushed it to the side slowly, as he waited for you to reply.
“Please Min- I’ll be good. Please just use your fingers, anything.” You begged, as you reached your own hands out to wrap around his back, clawing at his shirt lightly, crying out as you felt him plunge two fingers without warning into your dripping cunt, the obscene noises of squelching filling the stall as you buried your head into his shoulder, the hand that was holding your throat now moving to lift your head up and to the side.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Couldn’t even wait until you got home.” He breathed into your ear, his fingers picking up their pace as his thumb joined in on rubbing circles on your swollen clit, his lips attacking your neck with a litter of hickeys, your legs feeling like jelly as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. “Hear that?” He murmured against your skin, “that’s all for me. You’re mine. You understand basic terminology right? Mine.”
I can’t quite hear you, is what you wanted to desperately say, bite back at him in the bratty way you knew how to be. But, the way he spoke to you like you were dumb sent you into a frenzy, your head tipped back against the wall, tears cascaded your cheeks as you felt your high increase rapidly by the second.
“Pleas-e, I’m so close.” You hushed, as you heard movement outside the stall, the rustle of the lock being tried startling you as seungmin growled against your neck, his teeth catching your flesh as he moved his hand to bang on the door.
“It’s fucking occupied.” He shouted, his fingers stilling inside you, as you clenched around him, desperate as you felt your high slip away from you. The sounds of someone grumbling then walking away symbolised that you were alone again, Seungmin turning your face, which was already showing you fucked out, to his, kissing you chastely on the lips, pulling his fingers from you and bringing them to your lips. “Suck.”
You complied immediately, opening your mouth to take his fingers in, swirling your tongue around them as a small, throaty groan came from Seungmin, you still wanted to tease him, even if you were in a very submissive position. You bit down lightly, as he raised his brow at your brattiness.
He pulled you away from the wall, pulling your underwear off and down your legs, letting them dangle on your ankle. You clung to his chest, your fists balling his shirt tightly as he worked his zipper and button of his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down enough to let his cock spring free. You gulped as he hooked his hands under your ass, hoisting you up as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your back pushed against the wall as Seungmin hummed in thought, before he spoke.
“Spit in your hand, then touch my dick like a good slut.” You whimpered at his order, as you brought your hand to your mouth, spitting slowly as you let the saliva trail into your palm, winding Seungmin up even more as he huffed impatiently, his hand still on your ass connecting a stinging slap to the flesh as you squeaked at the sensation. Your hand made light work of wrapping around his cock, slowly stroking your spit up and down, coating him enough as you licked your lips.
“You should thank me for this. It’s an honour to fuck me.”
“For what? I was having you tonight whether it was here or at home. You should be thanking me for forgiving you for being a needy whore.”
You simply hummed at his response, moving your hand to feign a yawn, acting uninterested as Seungmin let a long breath out, grabbing his cock with his hand, lining it up with your hole before pushing in without warning, the hand you’d used to pretend to yawn with, now clasped desperately over your mouth as you choked back a scream. The stretch was incredibly fast, not even enough time was given for you to react to the way you felt him split you in half almost.
“Brats don’t get to adjust, you take what I give you, look at me.” He said, his hips had already set an unforgiving pace into your sloppy cunt, your breathing erratic as you could feel the tiles behind you dig imprints into your body, your legs squeezing tightly around Seungmin’s body, his hands were over you again, one fondling your breast as the other held you up beneath your ass still as your dropped your head, panting at the overstimulation.
He snapped your head up by pulling on your collar, “you really should listen to orders, eyes on me.” His words sounded like a slur to you as all you could do was concentrate on the orgasm bubbling in your guts, along with the delicious feeling of Seungmin’s cock tip brushing your g-spot each time he rammed up into you. Your eyelids fluttered to stay open, your nails digging into Seungmin’s shoulder blades, earning a hiss from the male. “You’re mine, you’re all fucking mine. You understand?” Smack. Your ass stung as you felt his hand spank you again, “not the bartenders, not the guy in the smoking area. Mine. My girl.”
All you could do was whimper and nod your head, the words shooting to your core as you clenched tightly around Seungmin’s cock, feeling and hearing his shaky breath, his hips chasing his inevitable high as you felt the hot feeling of your orgasm on the brink of tipping, so dangerously close to coming undone on his cock buried deep into you.
You tried to warn him, with a squeak as you came with a loud moan, without his permission, making it even harder to keep quiet. You didn’t care if anyone heard anymore, your whole body shaking in complete pleasure, coming completely and unapologetically around Seungmin’s cock.
“I don’t remember telling you that you could cum. Next time you wear this collar, you're wearing the tag, I’m making sure everyone knows, you’ll be nametagged, mine.” Seungmin growled as he pulled your head back with his hand, a fistful of hair clenched in it as you whined, unable to control your hips as they rolled into him, your legs twitching at the overstimulation.
“You’re so dumb, look at you. Fucked out from me in a bathroom stall.” He smirked, pulling his cock from you, and pushing you down to your knees, his cock in his hand as he pumped it a few times, tapping the tip at your lips.
You knew what he wanted, as you opened your mouth, taking him in immediately, as he used one hand to cup your cheek, the other still holding your hair as he fucked himself into your throat, gagging noises ringing through the stall, along with Seungmin’s throaty groans, turning into insistent moans, chasing his own orgasm as you could feel the twitch of his cock, indicating he was close.
“Fuck- y/n I’m going to-“ before he could finish, you felt the splash of his cum on your tongue and down your throat, as he pressed his cock deep into you, your eyes welled with fresh tears, as you took him completely.
Once he’d made sure he’d finished, he pulled out, holding your chin, “hold it. Don’t you dare swallow until I tell you.” He murmured, helping you up to your feet as he tucked his cock back into his boxers, doing his trousers up, and helping you work your dress back down, not bothering to put your pants back on as he tucked your underwear in his back pocket.
He held the door to the stool open as you wobbled to the sink, gripping it tightly with your hands to steady yourself as you caught glimpse of your state. Your face was stained with mascara ridden tears, your lipstick smeared over yours and Seungmin’s lips.
Seungmin hummed from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he smiled at you through the mirror : a very similar image to the previous hours before at home. He made sure to tuck your modesty back into the top of your dress as he concentrated on smoothing you down, his hand now resting on your shoulder, rubbing gentle patterns into it. There was only so much aftercare he could do in a nightclub bathroom, so he noted to make sure he doted on you twice the amount at home.
“Look at you, wearing that collar. Should’ve got it sooner for you.” He pressed a kiss to your neck as you breathed deeply, “oh. You can swallow.” He mentioned, as you nodded, gulping down the rest of his cum, before you turned the tap on to splash water on your face and in your mouth, cleaning it enough so you could turn to kiss him. Your lips danced together as your hands wrapped around his neck, your ass pressed on the sink behind you.
“I love you.” His words felt like whiplash, but in the best way possible.
“I love you too, only you.”
“What do you say, we take this home and try out the lead that comes with this?” Seungmin asked against your lips, foreheads together now, the collar between his fingers as you nodded eagerly, already dragging him to the door as you heard his laughter behind you.
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You’d never been so sore in your life the next morning, but you wore with pride the souvenir of a collar to remember who you belonged to. Seungmin.
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Synopsis: The classic one bed trope. Unspoken feelings, which lead to a very steamy game of 'never have I ever.'
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Authors note: My original plan was to have this be more heavy smut, but I fell in love with a softer side of Chan and the way he'd praise the reader, soooo... tadah.
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Warnings: explicit smut, piv, mutual pining, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), swearing, praise kink, softdom!Chan, sub!Reader, oral (f receiving), finishing inside reader, hickeys, fingering (f receiving), eenie weenie breeding kink, fluffy sex :) , Chan is in awe of the reader, reader is kinda bratty (magnifying glass needed), names such as baby, baby girl are used so if you are uncomfortable with that be aware!
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“I must’ve messed up the reservation.” You had your face in your hands as you looked to the very obvious one bed in the hotel room, as Chan pulled his phone out, “I swore to double check the booking before I made it, I promise you Y/N.” Chan muttered, scrolling through the email as his face paled slightly. “Oh. Wait here, I will see if they have another room.” He spoke with an embarrassed look on his face, the tip of his ears bright red as he turned to the door, opening it with haste as you sighed, moving your hands from your face to open the bathroom door, leaning against the sink.
Your own face was a scarlet red, as you ran the tap cold, using your palms to cup the water, splashing it on your face to cool yourself down, as you sighed heavily. You and Chan were currently on a trip around the world, after he had finished his comeback with the other members of Stray Kids, he’d asked you, his best friend, if you would like to travel. It had always been something you had wanted to do since you were young, and Chan knew this, and now that he had enough money to do so, he wanted to spoil you.
After all, you were childhood friends, and he had promised you if he had gotten famous enough to afford a holiday for you, he would. One thing you knew about Chan was he was a definite man of his word. He had a rare 3 weeks off, which was practically unheard of, especially with big companies such as JYP, so much so you had /begged/ Chan to leave his laptop in Korea, which was a hard fight which ended up with you in floods of hot tears and Chan finally agreeing after seeing your point of relaxing. What you hadn’t managed to keep away from him was his work phone, but he had insisted he would only use it if absolutely necessary.
You wandered out of the bathroom, as you wandered to the window, looking out and down at the people wandering past, wondering about each and everyone's backstory as you hummed to yourself, before you heard a sigh from behind you, one of defeat almost. You turned on your heel to see a despaired Chan, as he kicked the door with his foot shut behind him, smiling sheepishly to you.
“Turns out I had indeed only booked one bed, and the lady on reception tried her hardest to find us a twin room, but they only had doubles left,” Chan sighed, as he looked to you apologetically. “I can set up a bed on the floor, I don't mind-” he was silenced by you shushing him as you pinched your hand together in a ‘be quiet’ motion, shaking your head as you laughed softly.
“We’re old enough now to share a bed, Chan. I’m okay with it really. What’s the worst that could happen, one of us kicking the other out in their sleep?” You offered a joke, sighing slightly in relief as Chan seemed to loosen up, his shoulders untensing from their harsh position by the sides of his head, his hands letting go of his shirt he had balled in his fists.
“Yeah, you’re right, we’ve slept on the couch together before, what is a bed for us?” He asked rhetorically, as he leant down to take his shoes off, as you lifted your hoodie up and off, slinging it on the back of the chair at the small desk that was positioned in the corner of the room. Chan had already begun to unpack the case you two had shared between yourselves, placing the clothes you had onto one shelf, and his own on the shelf below. What you hadn’t realised whilst you had your back turned, was the fond expression your best friend had given you throughout your conversation, as you now turned to face him, a cheshire grin on your face almost.
“The next step in our relationship. I don’t know if friends take it to second base. Bed sharing.” You stated sarcastically, pushing your trainers off your feet, and flopping onto the bed, “We’re only here for 4 days, we can even cuddle.” You taunted, as you patted the bed next to you expectantly, stretching your arms above your head, as Chan moved from his current activity of playing housewife with the clothes and sat on the bed next to you, his hands taking advantage of your exposed midriff, tickling it gently as you pulled you arms down quickly to try and defend yourself, a squeak leaving your lips as Chan laughed, unrelenting on his mission to make you laugh too as you squirmed under his attack, doubled over in a ball to hide from his hands. “Chan! I- stop!” You managed through breathy laughs, as he finally let go of you, lying back next to you as you hummed in defeat, feigning death as you stuck your tongue out dramatically.
“It wasn’t that bad Y/N, you’ve been around Hyunjin too much. So dramatic.” He mocked, as you looked over to him, a look of ‘first of all, ouch’, but he was right. But you were always like this together, so you knew he didn’t mean it really. You loved that about your friendship with Chan, everything you did together was always full of laughter and happiness, even when things were hard, like when Chan had left to train, you had still called when he could, making sure he checked up on you, always having time for you despite his ever growing and incredibly busy schedule. You admired him for it, and you couldn’t imagine anyone else being your best friend.
Best friend. That’s all you had ever seen him as, well, as far as you knew anyway. Sure, he was absolutely beautiful and he knew that about himself, he was confident enough to know and show his body to fans, and you would be lying if you hadn’t swooned over his abs, they were the best thing you had seen since sliced bread. Yes, your best friend was fucking attractive and you loved it. Did you love him? Sure, as a friend. At least, you told yourself that, but a few drunk thoughts would tell you otherwise. Besides, Chan was way too busy to be a dating man, you knew that, you just knew how to admire goods. That was all.
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“Okay right, my turn.” Chan hummed, as he thought of his move, “never have I ever thought about an idol in a pervy way.” He smirked as you rolled your eyes, putting a finger down.
“In my defence, have you SEEN Hongjoong? He’s incredible. And do not get me started on Changbin.” You giggled, taking a sip of your lemonade as you spoke, Chan making a ‘bleh’ face as you spoke about his friends, “Hey, you asked me. I am being honest.” You shrugged as you hummed, “okay, never have I ever thought about my friends naked.” You wiggled your eyebrows, as Chan sighed dramatically, putting a finger down as you raised a brow.
“Let’s not get it twisted,” he started, repositioning himself so he was propped up on one elbow as he faced you, a blush painting his cheeks a rosy colour as he contemplated his words, “I have one friend in particular who I wouldn’t mind seeing naked, that is for sure.” He coughed awkwardly, as you made a noise of amusement, “They are stunning. But, there’s no way they would ever say yes.” He laughed softly, as you shuffled to sit cross legged on the bed, pillows propped up behind you as you watched him.
“They are incredibly stupid then, imagine saying no to Bahng Christopher Chan.” You teased as you used his full name, which you both only used in unserious situations with each other, “hit me.” You hummed, as you fiddled with the can’s tab, waiting for his next ‘confession’.
“Never have I ever touched myself to my best friend.” He said, a look on his face you couldn’t quite read as you furiously blushed, coughing as you looked away. “Well?” He murmured, as he leant up slightly, trying to see your face.
You hesitantly put a finger down as you felt the atmosphere change, it felt thick with unspoken confessions suddenly, “T-this is a fun game!” You forced a laugh as you looked at him again, noticing he had also put a finger down. “You know the whole point of this game is to say things you haven’t done.” You breathed out, as Chan shrugged.
“Oh well, you know I like to be honest.” He clicked his tongue shifting so he was fully in front of you now, lying across the bed sideways as you put your can down, pulling your cushion from behind you into your lap as you looked away from him. “Would you rather I lie to you Y/N?” He questioned as you shook your head, looking at him again.
“It caught me off guard, that’s all Chan. You can’t just ask me that.” You choked out, hitting him softly with the pillow as you spoke, as you bit your lip in concentration at your next ‘question’. You could be very straight forward with it, or, you could play dumb. The second option seemed very appealing, so you smiled reassuringly at Chan who seemed to be concerned at your lack of response, “Never have I ever fallen in love with my best friend.”
Chan’s breathing hitched as it was his turn to look away, before he licked his lips in haste. “Yeah.” He answered simply, as he looked you dead in the eye. “I have, and I still am.”
“Oh.” Was all you could manage. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife, and as you gulped, Chan shifted so he was leant against the headboard, his hands nervously running through his hair as he watched you, similar to the way you were watching him.
“Never have I ever wanted to kiss you.” There it was.
Time felt like it had stopped, neither of you said or did anything for a moment, but soon enough you found yourself crawling up the bed towards him, having only stopped prior to discarding the pillow you had placed on your lap. You tentatively sat on your knees in front of him.
“Never?”
Chan’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling at a fast pace, his hands reaching to pull you into his lap, your legs either side of his hips, as you both matched the same shade of crimson. You held your own hand up to his face, putting down a finger tentatively slow on purpose, as Chan’s breathing hitched in his throat, a hum leaving his lips as he moved to rest his hand on the small of your back, and pushed your body closer to his, where your chests touched, syncing in the rhythm of rising and falling.
“All the time.”
The shakiness of your breathing mixed with the sensation of his hand on your body made you feel dizzy with anticipation, as you rested your head on his shoulder, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you tried to ground yourself, before you felt Chan’s hand moving to bring your chin up to face him. His finger moved to trail your jawline, before his palm cupped your cheek, a look of seeking approval written in his eyes as you hummed softly, your lips parted slightly as you tipped your head to the side slowly, your eyes never leaving his.
Chan took a silent moment to work up an ounce of courage as he leant forward, the gap mere centimetres between your lips as you let out a tiny laugh, your nerves making your stomach twist as you felt his hot breath on your lips, the feeling intoxicating almost as you closed the distance. Your lips tingle at the sensation as he led the kiss between you, his hand on the small of your back now moving to gently hold your waist, keeping you close to him as you both shared at first, a sweet, simple kiss. The excitement of being able to finally feel what it was like to kiss him bubbling in your body whilst you let your arms drape loosely around his neck, Chan humming gently as he spoke against your lips, “you taste like lemonade.”
You chuckled softly as he spoke, his lips tickling yours almost in a ghost of a kiss, as you let your hands run up his neck to his hair, finding themselves lost in his brown locks. You felt his body shiver under yours. Chan’s tongue slid along the underneath of your bottom lip as you granted him access, letting your lips part slightly as his tongue trailed the outline of your own, feeling the warmth of his breath and sharing saliva felt so personal, making your head spin. Chan’s hands found its way onto your waist, his fingers drawing swirling patterns into your flesh as you hummed in delight at the feeling of his fingertips on your bare skin. They slowly made their way to the hem of your shirt, as he broke the kiss only quickly to ask for permission, your head nodding slowly as he lifted it gently, making sure to take in every part of your top half as he did.
When he had removed the garment to the floor, his breath hitched in his throat as he licked his lips slowly, “You are so gorgeous, my love.” He murmured, his fingers moving to trace hearts into your stomach as he spoke, moving carefully to make sure he got a touch of every inch of you, your eyes fluttering shut as you enjoyed the intimacy of the moment. The room was silent apart from the staggered breathing from both of you as you moved your hands to Chan’s chest, sliding them under the fabric of his top, feeling the hardened abs he sported, letting a small gasp of pleasant surprise out. It wasn’t like you didn’t know he had a fit body, but feeling it on your own accord made it all the better. He smiled at your curiosity, and lent back to pull his own top off, before he brought his hands back to caress the soft flesh of your back, pressing your chests together.
“I want to take this slow, we have all evening. Maybe even multiple rounds.” He whispered, his lips pressing faintly on your neck, trailing soft kisses of adoration along your jaw and up to your ears, “You belong to me, and I belong to you.” His words shot straight between your legs and you whimpered quietly, before his lips engulfed yours in a hot, passionate kiss, his hands wandering to your bra clasp, un-clipping it with insane ease. Every time his fingers caught your skin, it felt like hot lava encasing your skin, the whines from your lips suggesting neediness as Chan chuckled softly against your shoulder, the feeling of his eyelashes fluttering against your bare skin as he did so. You didn’t need to see his face to know the expression he was wearing at that moment.
“Chris..” you hummed, feeling the straps of your bra slip from your shoulders, Chan’s hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs finding haven in rubbing small circles to each of your nipples as he let a small ‘hmm?’ out, a smirk of pure love on his face as you tipped your head back slowly, baring your chest to him, whilst Chan’s lips worked delicate, purple bruises into your skin, trailing from your neck, down to the cavern of your breasts, marking you as his own. His, and his only. “I- you..”
Chan looked up to you, his breath hot on your skin as he let his tongue run along the top of your left breast, “words, baby.” His hand made light work on winding your nipple up to arousal, his mouth taking care of your other as his hand slipped down to your shorts, hesitating slightly as he ran it along the waistband. “Can we remove these, hmm?” He spoke against your nipple as you let a breathy giggle out, at his politeness, nodding as he shuffled to flip you both, resting you carefully against the bed as he let his mouth place sloppy, undirected kisses down your stomach, his hands working the buttons to your shorts, wriggling you out of them as you lifted your ass for him, making it easier for him to rid of the cloth covering you.
Chan’s lips pursed as he soaked in the view of how beautiful you were under him, his hand running to caress your inner thigh as his head lowered to press a deliberately drawn out kiss to your clothed pussy, before he raised his mouth a little to the pantie line of your underwear. He let the material rest between his teeth as he painfully slowly pulled them down, the butterflies in your stomach transferring to between your legs as his hands gripped onto your waist, supporting himself more than you as he maintained eye contact with you the entire time, the air thick with lust and emotions unspoken between you both as your own hands found haven in his hair once more, running them gently through it. The pure adoration you had for him had never changed, even so with him between your legs intimately, he was still the man you knew and had loved unconditionally.
You hadn’t even registered Chan’s current location until you felt the titillation of his hot breath against your thigh, a small mewl leaving your lips as your eyes followed his actions - one of which his lips trailed against your skin, daring closer to your pussy as he inhaled sharply, the way you were dripping for him and he hadn’t touched you yet drove him insane. His fingers ran up and down your other leg as he let his tongue kitten lick a stripe from your cunt to your clit, an obscene noise leaving your mouth as your back arched from the bed, hands gripping at the sheets below you as Chan took that as a compliment, now applying more pressure as he circled the tip of his tongue around your hole, before bringing his actions up to your clit, small but repetitive flicks on your bundle of nerves sending you to the stars without much effort already.
Chan hummed against you as his fingers slid under his mouth, so he could work your tight pussy at the same speed as his tongue, inserting a finger into you as he pumped it into you, his mouth and finger in sync as you shook slightly at the stimulation, your legs squeezing around his head as you felt him huff against you, his free hand moving to separate your legs so he could have better access. The sounds filling the room were disgustingly pleasing, from the squelching of your wet cunt being fucked by his finger, to the slurping and sucking sounds from Chan’s mouth. You’d never received head quite like it.
“Cum for me, then I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember your own name.” Chan muttered against your clit as he introduced a second finger, pumping into you at a merciless pace as you could do no more than whimper incessantly at the feeling of your orgasm on the brink of tipping over the edge, your face contorted in pleasure as your eyes squeezed shut, mumbling incoherent words. And, when Chan’s fingers hit just that spot inside you, you let out the most intense scream of pleasure as your hands came up to clutch his hair, almost grinding your pussy against his face as he helped you through what would most likely be your first orgasm of many that evening.
Your eyes fluttered open as you felt Chan massage his hand up your side to your face, his own now centimetres with yours as his lips glistened with your release, his hair messy from where you had gripped it insistantly as you had face fucked him, a rosy tint spreading your face as he smiled gently at your embarrassment. His hand cupped your cheek gently as he let his nose nuzzle your cheek as his breathing hitched - mainly because you had pressed a cautious but firm leg to his crotch, feeling his hard on bulge through his shorts.
“Off, please.” You whined, as you made grabby hands to the top of his waistband, as Chan let out a chuckle, standing up slowly so he could remove his shorts and boxers, his erection springing free from its confined space as your eyes drew to his impressive length. His dick was the right amount to fill you up, you decided there and then as Chan kicked the shorts to the side, before he hooked his hands under the bends of your knees, pulling you down the bed to the edge, as he looked to you.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Chris, you just ate me out and you’re asking me if I want this?” You snorted, as you could feel the heat of his body against yours, his strong hands tucked perfectly under your knees as you looked up to the ethereal man above, the same dorky smile painted on his lips as he moved down to kiss your lips slowly, savouring every second.
“I’m just making sure. I don’t think we could go back to being friends after.” He chuckled, stroking your face with his thumb.
“I don’t want to be just friends,” You started, your hands moving to wrap around Chan’s body, earning a small grunt from the male, as he let his hand move to grip the base of his cock.
“Good, because I don’t plan on being nothing short of your boyfriend once I'm done with fucking you.” He hummed, as he ran the tip of his cock up and down your slit, collecting your slick on it as he let out a small groan of pleasure, as you faltered slightly at his words. Your boyfriend. That made you let out a small giggle of giddiness, before it was quickly replaced by a tiny whimper of pleasure as you felt Chan lean one of his knees on the bed to support himself, pushing the tip of his cock into your tight entrance, a plethora of curse words leaving his lips as he furrowed his brows at the feeling. “Fuck baby girl, this wet and tight for me?” His words sounded like pure honey to you as you managed a nod, your hands gently gripping the soft flesh of his back as he continued to stretch you until he was sitting snugly inside your walls, leaning to kiss each corner of your mouth as he let you adjust.
His cock fit so perfectly inside you, it had you wondering just why it had taken you this long to fuck, as Chan’s thumb rubbed circles into your calf that was placed over his shoulder now, which had you split almost in half for him. He hummed as he let his head rest against your leg, before he moved his hips slowly, testing the waters. The moan that spilled from your lips was more than enough indication to Chan that he had you right where you belonged. He let his thrusts start at a mediocre pace, enjoying the feel of you clenching around him, his head tipped to the side so he could kiss a trail of saliva filled kisses to your leg, whilst his other hand ran down your body to your clit, his finger massaging an almost perfect circle around it as you whined from the back of your throat, hands gripping onto his back, leaving small but noticeable marks that were a sure indicator of your rendezvous of the evening.
The romantic atmosphere was nothing short of pure adoration from both sides, as Chan caught your eyes in a deep, meaningful gaze, his hips rolling into you with ease as he let grunts of pleasure leave his lips, all the while working you up to your second orgasm, his finger still on your bundle of nerves as he timed his thrusts into you with the same time he applied pressure in bursts, sending you up the wall almost at how well he was fucking you into the sheets.
“Chris- feels so good.” You babbled, hands desperately trying to ground you as you let them run down to his shoulders, earning a low moan from Chan, who had beads of sweat collecting at the centre of his forehead. He slowed his motions for a moment, before pulling out of you, earning a whimper of desperation from you, before he shook his head, sitting at the headboard, patting his lap to you, which you gladly complied, crawling up the bed to him, settling your thighs either side of him as he held his cock in place for you to slip back down onto him, filling the room with moans from both of you.
You placed both of your hands onto his chest, rolling your hips into Chan as his own gripped at your waist, supporting you as you began to ride him, leisurely at first, getting a feel of just how good he was inside you, before he let out a low growl, pulling you into him closer so he could attach his lips to your neck, decorating it with his own personal jewellery, a selection of varying shades of purple bruises. Marking you as his. Only his. That sounded so good.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” His words tickled your skin as you leant back to cup his face, your hips still rolling into him as your breathing slowly fell from its steady pace.
“Why didn’t you just say?”
“Work,” Chan huffed, as he pushed your hair from your face, “along with the fact I wanted to make sure you really loved me the way I love you.”
"Of course I love you, I always have." You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, the confession made your heart race. You finally could tell him how you felt.
The look on his face told you everything you needed to know, as you captured his lips in a deep kiss, feeling his hands cup your ass, lifting you up slightly so he could fuck into you from below. You tried to match his speed, bouncing down onto his dick as he fucked up, but the dizzy, intoxicating feeling of his words, along with how good he felt, made you falter. He really cared about you, and it showed. He fucked deep into you, pressing against your g-spot with the tip of his cock, his mouth moving down to wrap around your nipple, licking and grazing his teeth against it. Chan really understood the female anatomy, your anatomy.
“Easy baby, let me take care of you.” He whispered against your lips, before he rested his forehead against yours, your arms wrapping around his neck as your bodies fit as close as they could together, two pieces of a puzzle perfectly aligned. The room was quiet, apart from the concentration of sloppy sounds from your wet pussy, Chan’s grunts and your own whimpers of ecstasy. “Look down.”
You complied, your mouth falling open in pure shock at the sight of Chan’s cock disappearing inside you, as you caught a glimpse of his face, concentrated on how well you were taking him, his lip bitten as you let your head roll back in pleasure, a string of words absolutely inaudible as you did, the familiar feeling of the knot of an orgasm in your stomach.
“Please, s’ close.” You hummed, licking your lips in haste as you chased your high, letting you pussy bounce down onto his cock, earning a throaty groan of enjoyment from Chan, who’s own hips seemed to snap up quicker into you now, both of you finding solace in each others bodies, your highs climbing quickly.
“Cum around me, let your tight cunt squeeze my own cum from me.” His words were filthy, but it drove you insane as you came undone on your newfound lovers cock, his name spilling from your lips loudly, sweat dripping from your forehead, before you felt Chan twitch inside you, “fuck, (y/n), I need to pull-”
You shook your head, bringing your hands to clutch him tightly to you, your eyes wide as you begged, “no, inside. P-pill.” Your words sounded so desperate, so needy, that it awoke something inside Chan, his thrusts becoming ruthless into your cunt, which would surely leave bruises in the morning.
“Baby girl wants to be bred? Fill you up so well?”
“Mhm..p- please Channie, need it.”
That was enough for him to spill inside you, your walls gripping his cock tightly as he moaned your name out, as you rocked back onto him, helping him through his own orgasm. Neither of you moved for a moment, the room filled with the heavy breathing from both of you, the smell of sex and the sure knowing of unspoken feelings finally laid out on the table.
You let your head fall onto his shoulder as his hands ran up and down your back carefully, as you felt him soften inside you. His lips pressed dainty kisses onto your head, leading down to your ear where he spoke quietly, barely above a whisper.
“Hey, (y/n)?”
“Chris?”
“I don’t think one bed will be a problem anymore, do you?”
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Hi I love your writing! I’ve been trying so hard to find someone to write a possessive Seungmin Dom fic, where he gives bratty super subby fem!reader a collar. Brat taming! Semi (or even fully) public fooling around and teasing from both sides, smut smut smut, name calling, aftercare, maybe a bit of fluff? Some angst? Some slice of life stuff? >_< also do you have a kofi for tips? You deserve snacks for how well you write
First of all, Thankyou so much :( your words mean the world to me! I don't currently as this is just a hobby for me but maybe in the future!
Second of all, ohhh my god I’m seeing this in my head, how it would go down. Seungmin is so the type to use a collar in public with the reader, I’ll see what I can do but I've already some good ideas, I love writing for Seungmin :p
Synopsis: Chan’s younger sibling had always been friends with his friends, considering they were the same age, but one of them always caught their eye more than the rest. The problem? Chan had forbidden her to date any of his friends. Tough luck.
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Warnings: explicit smut, piv, mutual pining, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), swearing, overstimulation, praise and degrading kinks, dom!Seungmin, sub!Reader, oral (m & f receiving), finishing inside reader, hickeys, fingering (f receiving), slight use of reader?, fluff if you squint really hard, names such as whore, baby, angel are used, choking, spitting, hair pulling.
“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Chan snapped his fingers in front of your face, a look of annoyance on his own as he tipped his head to the side, now pushing his hair from his face with the same hand as he waited for you to reply.
“Hmm? Sorry, I was lost in thought.” you murmured back, earning a groan from your brother, who had pushed back his seat to lean on it fully, his legs outstretched under the table, crossing his arms over his chest, as he feigned an expression that only you could understand : one of pure brother scolding.
“Wow,” Chan started, rolling his eyes in a playful manner, “anyway, I was trying to tell you, whilst mum and dad are out of town, I want to invite some friends over to use the pool. I wanted to know your opinion but you seem to be more interested in your coffee than your brother.” He coughed, earning a soft punch on the arm from you, who clearly wasn’t impressed with your brother's playfulness.
“You? Friends? I didn’t know you had those,” you smirked, stirring your coffee with the wooden utensil you’d been given, completely ignoring the look of pure disgust from Chan,
“First of all, ouch, you love my friends, second of all, keep that up, and I won't let you see Se-” Chan was abruptly cut off by you, who had shoved your hand over his mouth, eyes glaring at him, as your mouth gaped, trying to think of something to say. You could feel Chan’s smirk under your hand, as the warmth of a not so subtle blush spread through your cheeks.
You had become accustomed with all of Chan’s friends, like Jisung, who was your partner in crime to pull pranks, then there was Felix and Jeongin, who you liked to play games with online when they were both not consumed with life and school. They all took you in as the baby sibling of the group almost, so they were no stranger to you or the way you seemed to linger when Chan invited them over for game nights and drinks. Not that any one of them minded, they were all fond of you for different reasons. Whilst some saw you as a little sibling, some saw you as a good friend. None of them really knew you as ‘Chan's little sibling’, that was certain. Then, there was one in particular, who you were particularly fond of.
Kim Seungmin.
He was always the most interesting to you, especially since you seemed to know the least about him. The classic ‘mysterious boy’ vibes, except, Seungmin really was a mystery to you. You knew he was a year older than you, studying in University and he was really, really hot, that was undeniable. All of Chan’s friends were good looking, but Seungmin had always caught your eye.
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When you first met, it had been in the kitchen of your house, where you had been getting a drink, bare faced with the worst hairstyle you could sport, wearing nothing but a baggy shirt and your underwear.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise you were in here.” You’d almost jumped from your skin at the voice, spinning in a cheetah’s pace to face the person, who seemed just as shocked to see you as you did them, covering your body with your hands as best as you could, a small glare on your face.
“Yeah, and I’m also allowed in my own kitchen.” you replied, as you turned back to the sink, resuming your original actions, taking the cup you had dropped and filling it with water, taking a sip of water as you leant against the counter, “did you need help with anything?”
“No, I know my way around this kitchen too,” he spoke with an amused voice, as he watched you try to scurry past him, “Chan’s sibling.” He caught your wrist, looking at you as he spoke, almost expectantly waiting for an answer, his grip wasn’t tight, but you didn’t try to escape it either, this man was suddenly more interesting to you. You had known him for less than 2 minutes, and yet the coursework in your room didn’t matter anymore. So you let him hold your wrist as you hummed in thought, before looking up at him.
“Chan hadn’t told me he had friends over or I would’ve put clothes on, sorry.” You said, realising you had just addressed your lack of bottoms, and suddenly both of you matched the colour of a tomato. He dropped your wrist, coughing awkwardly as he looked away, both of you refusing to address the very big elephant in the room.
“For what it's worth, I didn’t look. I promise.” He offered, clearing his throat as he let you go, but you seemed to linger for a moment. “I don’t think we’ve properly met before, are you one of Chan’s university friends?” You eyed him curiously, looking up to the male before you.
“Yeah, we’ve been friends for a while, but I usually come over when he has a free house, hence why,” he ushered to himself in the kitchen, “I know my way around.” There were a few more of what seemed to be painfully slow moments between the two of you, as you took in the man before you.
He had light chocolate coloured hair, with brown eyes and a very charming look to him, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t in awe of him. You smiled softly at him, offering a small nod of departure, as you headed back to your own room, passing Chan’s where he had his friends, listening to the laughter that radiated from it. But, you couldn’t stop thinking about Seungmin. He was definitely allowed round more often.
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Sat on the bed in your towel, you contemplated your outfit choice for the day ahead. Whilst Chan had explicitly said you were only having a small gathering, you still liked to look nice in front of guests, even if it was just the boys. The dress your best friend had brought you was draped carefully over the chair as you chewed your lip, torn between making a statement or just opting for comfortable clothes, considering you would be taking the dress off anyway to swim. Sighing, you stood, headed for your draws, pulling your matching purple bikini on, before choosing a pair of shorts and a shirt that hugged just the right places on your body. Admiring the small effort you had put into your outfit, you left your room, heading downstairs where Chan was setting up a small snack and drinks station.
“You took your time, trying to impress someone?” he called over his shoulder, not turning to face you as he laid out cups and an assortment of alcohol and spirits, including rum and tequila. It had been a while since you had drunk with the boys, the last time you had, Chan had to carry you away from almost stripping your entire dress after Jisung had dared you to get comfortable, which was a very awkward conversation you had with Chan half hanging out of your ass from your hangover the next day.
Chan had made it clear to you early on that he didn’t want you dating any of his friends, which seemed odd to you, considering he trusted them more than anything. Maybe it was his pride, or his protectiveness. But you still couldn’t help the subtle flirting from the boys, especially Seungmin, who you had grown particularly fond of, which was clear to your less than impressed brother who had given you a scolding over it.
You tutted, “I wasn’t, I was making sure the rooms were tidy in case any of them decided to stay tonight.” You lied, approaching him, smoothing your shirt over as you leant over to help him set up the rest of the snacks, before hearing the doorbell, saving you from the earful Chan was unavoidably about to give you. Had you dressed deliberately in a revealing bikini? That wasn’t his business.
The next half an hour was spent answering the door as several of the boys turned up in increments of time, until everyone but - the door caught you off guard as you were cleaning the hallway of shoes that had been kicked off in haste, as you stood up, unlatching the door and smiled weakly as Seungmin stepped inside, your breath catching in your throat slightly at the sight of him. He was dressed in a white shirt, and ripped skinny jeans that fit his thighs perfectly. His hair was pushed back, exposing his forehead as he gripped a bottle of vodka in one hand, as he used the other to lean on the wall to kick his own shoes off.
“Hi, Y/N, you look really nice.” He complimented you, earning a small blush grazing your cheeks as you watched him push his shoes to neatly line up with the rest of them. You smiled at him as
he leant to pat your head, something he did on the regular, mostly because he liked to tease the height difference, but deep down it always made the butterflies in your stomach stir and you thought he must’ve known that. It wasn’t like you had meant to develop a crush on Seungmin, it had happened slowly, from the small comments here, to the small glances of something more than friends would admit.
“Thanks Min, you don’t look half bad yourself.” You shot back, taking note of how he seemed to linger on your form for a few seconds longer than he would admit to. “The boys are just outside, you can change in Chan’s room, can I get you a drink?” You asked, walking to the table that had already been trashed with bottles left half drunk, lids off and cups knocked over, typical men. You sighed, picking up a clean cup, turning to Seungmin who had been watching you in amusement, setting down the bottle of vodka on the table beside you.
“Soju sounds nice, if you have some.” He chuckled, as he pulled his shirt off over his head, exposing his toned body, causing you to choke back a gasp as you gawked at him. “What? I’m not going to swim in my shirt.” He said, a tilt to his head as he watched your bewilderment turn to embarrassment. The fact he was changing in front of you sent flutters straight to your core.
“Right - I forgot.” You squeaked out, now suddenly very self aware you only had your bikini on under your shirt and shorts. “The pool, I didn’t think anyone would be swimming.” You said defenselessly, as you poured the peach flavoured soju you’d picked up with shaky hands, much to Seungmin’s entertainment. He was just about to answer you when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning to face the owner of the hand, your eyes falling to your feet as you saw who it was.
“Hey Seungmin, I didn’t realise you had gotten here.” Chan spoke, his hand not leaving your shoulder, its grip tight as he looked over your shoulder to Seungmin who seemed to be just as surprised at Chan’s sudden arrival.
“Yeah, about 5 minutes ago, Y/N was just fixing me a drink, no need to be worried.” He hummed as he took it from your hands, smiling softly at Chan who seemed to visibly relax, “afraid I was giving her a show in here without you?” He teased, knowing Chan was adverse to any of his friends making a move on you.
Chan gritted his teeth slightly as he let the grip on your shoulder tight as he let out a small sound of annoyance, “Well, can you move your stripping entertainment outside? We’ve been waiting for you to get here for ages now.” He clicked his tongue, as he steered you by your shoulders out of the room and to the back patio, where the others had already grown accustomed, some in the pool wrestling, whilst others were sitting watching them with their phones out, recording. You simply rolled your eyes at how your brother was so self conflicted over you possibly liking his friends, but didn’t mention it as you sat down next to Lino, conversing with the male, stripping your top and shorts deliberately until you were left in your bikini as Chan stared daggers in your back, whilst some of the others whistled, making you blush, but you were confident in front of them now, it didn’t phase you.
“It is a pool party after all.”
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“I’m telling you, I pushed him off first so I won!” Changbin exclaimed as he pushed his hair from his face, as Chan tried to push his head underwater. You laughed as you watched the boys play fighting as you stood, stretching slightly as you grabbed your cup. Most of them were drunk now, and staying safely in the shallow end so there were no accidents, as you watched from the sidelines. You’d been in earlier, so you relax and let ‘boys be boys’ as your mum said, plus watching them behave made you glad you had sat out, there were definite bruises to be had in the morning from their game of ‘king of the castle’ which consisted of them using the pool floats to push each other off and into the water.
“I’m grabbing some water, I’ll be right back.” You called out, not surprised none of them could hear you over the loud yells and laughter. You smiled to yourself as you walked to the door, pushing it open and walked to the kitchen as you hummed idly to yourself, deciding if you wanted ice or not as you ran your hand under the water, waiting for it to run cold, your back to the garden as you filled your empty cup with water from the tap. You wanted to get a headstart on the inevitable hangover.
“This is very reminiscent of our first meeting.” Seungmin spoke from behind you suddenly, voice low as he moved to reach behind you, your back brushing his chest slightly as he leant over you to take a cup from the cupboard, your face turning a crimson red.
“Y-yeah, it is.” You managed, as you turned around, realising how close he actually was, your bodies merely centimetres apart as he looked you dead in the eyes. “But, I’m wearing less clothes this time, isn’t that f-funny!” You gave him a nervous laugh as you looked at his bare chest, then the floor. His hair was clung to his forehead where he’d been in the pool, his swimming shorts clung to his legs just right as you let a gulp pass your throat, a small, but noticeable one.
“Eyes on me.” He murmured, as he took your chin in his hand, turning your face up to look at him. “Do you know how much you drive me insane?” He murmured, his eyes flickering to your lips, and back to your eyes as you sheepishly looked away from him, the heat between your legs embarrassingly hot already as you struggled to find words to answer him, your heart felt as if it was beating out of your chest as you swallowed the huge lump in your throat. “I know you feel the same way. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” He murmured, leaning into you, his lips ghosting your ear as you let a sigh of desperation leave your lips. His hand kept its place on your chin, as his other leant on the counter behind you, trapping you between the two.
“M-min, I- we, we can’t.” You breathed out, your voice tiny in comparison as you face flushed bright red, squeezing your legs together as you focused on keeping your breathing semi normal, failing miserably as Seungmin smirked softly, his leg pushing gently between yours as his lips left a trail of soft kisses from your ear, down your neck, up your jaw and to the corner of your mouth,your hands shaking slightly as you reached out, placing them on his chest as you felt his abs flex slightly at the touch. He hummed gently as he pulled away slowly to look you in the eyes once more, his hand that was perched on the side next to you finding refuge on your waist as you let out a breathy whimper, as he searched your eyes for consent.
You nodded, giving one last look over his shoulder, seeing the boys busy with being preoccupied in the pool. There wasn’t much left to stop you from this, you had already broken the thin barrier Chan had put up, so you pressed your lips to Seungmin’s, finally tasting the boy you had pined after for months, his lips reciprocating your kiss almost immediately as your arms found their way around his neck, whilst he moved to wrap his arm around your waist fully, pulling you flush against his chest, as your lips moved in sync, first at a slow, explorative pace, understanding one another that you had desperately wanted to do, before the kiss turned deeper, Seungmin’s tongue swept along your bottom lip, as you opened your mouth to let him enter, your tongues fighting for dominance as his hand that was settled on your chin moved slowly down your back, stopping at the clasp as he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he spoke,
“Did you wear this colour for me, angel?” he murmured, his finger toying with the clasp of your top as he moved his kisses from your lips down your neck, leaving small, gentle marks that you would have absolutely no way to explain to Chan what had happened, “were you hoping this would happen? Are you that desperate?” He chuckled, his breath hot against your skin as you let out a quiet moan, his mouth dangerously close to your chest as he looked up to you through his eyelashes, his eyes full of lust as he let his fingers work the clasp, setting your breasts free. You hissed slightly at the cool air on your nipples, before letting out a shocked moan as Seungmin’s lips wrapped around your nipple, his tongue tracing circles slowly around the bud as his hand moved to work on the other, your lips parted slightly as you struggled to breathe.
“F-fuck Seungmin,” You murmured, your hands pushing through his hair slightly as his hand that laid dormant on your waist dug in slightly, “w-what if Ch-”
“If Chan sees, he can know that someone is taking care of you.” He hummed against your skin, his lips moving down your waist as his other hand replaced his lips on your nipple, working both of them between his index finger and thumb, the comment shooting straight to your core, as you sighed out at his confidence, his lips stopping at the waistband of your bikini bottoms, “The rule is fucking stupid anyway.” His lips spoke against your stomach as your shivered at the sensation before he let his hands hook under your ass, lifting you onto the counter as you complied, letting your legs wrap around his shoulders as he kisses sloppy, wet kisses up your thigh, one arm wrapped around your back, the other holding your leg open so he could place a kiss to your clothed pussy.
“I’ve waited too long to care now.” He murmured, his finger tucking under the crotch of your bikini bottoms as he pushed the material to the side, hearing his breathing hitch as he blew cool air on your sensitive area, a moan catching in your throat. “You’re so beautiful,” he pursed his lips slightly, taking in the view as you blushed, self conscious as he let his mouth trail up your thigh, before his tongue licked a stripe from your cunt to your clit, your back arching as you cried out at the sensation, your hands finding spots in his hair, your fingers gripping lightly as he chuckled against you, his finger circling your entrance as you hummed in pleasure, his tongue working gentle figure of eights on your clit. His teeth occasionally grazed against you as he pushed his ring finger into you, much to your squeak of surprise, as he moved it agonizingly slow inside you, your whimpers desperate as you squeezed your legs around his head.
“Min, please- more.” You whined softly, as the male beneath you chuckled, his tongue speeding up slightly as he inserted a second finger, curling them up towards your g-spot, your head thrown back slightly as he thrust his fingers into the same spot each time, almost as if he had done this before, made for you and your body. His mouth and fingers worked in harmony with each other, for every thrust he made with his fingers, his tongue circled your clit just right, and soon the familiar feeling of a knot of an orgasm built in your stomach as you clutched to his hair slightly, whimpers falling from your lips as you bucked your hips into his face, Seungmin’s arm holding you down by your waist as you felt your release draw near. “Fuck, I’m gonna-” you managed.
“Cum for me baby.” He murmured, which was all you needed to tip you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as you came around his fingers and mouth, shaking slightly as you came down from your high. “Fuck, look at you, cumming from just my fingers, what a needy whore.” He murmured, leaning up from his position on the floor, where he held his fingers to your mouth, “open wide,” he smirked, as you took his fingers in your mouth, sucking your release from him, a deep groan coming from his own lips as he watched you take his fingers. “Such a good girl for me.” He praised, as you nodded eagerly.
“Let me..” You started, standing from the counter with a wobble, kneeling in front of him as he tipped his head to the side, your fingers playing with the knot on his swimming shorts, a small look of concentration laced your face as you worked them down his thighs, his erection springing free, the tip already leaking precum as you bit your lip at his size. He was impressive, not too big but he had girth to him, and you felt your walls clench around nothing as you took him in your hand, pumping the base a few times before you placed a kitten lick the tip, earning a throaty groan from Seungmin.
“Jesus, you’re going to make me cum too quickly if you’re not careful.” He breathed, as you looked up to him, a glint in your eyes as you licked a long, deliberate trail from the base to the tip, as Seungmin took a fist of your hair guiding you to take him in your mouth, “going to use this mouth as I wish,” he grunted, as you nodded eagerly, his hips thrusting into your mouth, making your balance throw centre slightly, resting your hands onto his thighs as he bucked up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as you gagged around his cock, tears welling in your eyes as Seungmin tipped his head back, small moans escaping his lips as he fucked your mouth. The moans that left his lips were almost music to your ears, but you could only offer a hum of acknowledgement, your mouth stuffed full of him, as you felt him twitch inside your mouth, preparing to swallow his release, before he pulled you off of him and up to your feet, trapping your lips in a kiss as his tongue dipped into your mouth, both of you letting out groans as you tasted each other.
“If I cum, I want it inside your cunt. All of me.” He said through hasty kisses, and all you could answer with was whimpers of encouragement as Seungmin looked around one last time, checking if the coast was clear before he hoisted you up onto the island in the centre of the kitchen, pulling the string on your remaining garment free, so you were both naked, one of his hands hooking under your knee as he bent you into position, other pushing your chest down so your back hit the cold marble underneath you as your hands found their way to his shoulders.
“Need you.” You whimpered, trying to move your legs to wrap around him to pull him closer, but that earned an almost growl from the back of his throat.
“You need me? Where? use your words baby.” He taunted, taking one hand from underneath your knee to hold onto his cock, dragging it up and down your folds, as you whimpered. “I need you to tell me, be a good whore, and tell me.”
“In me,” you whimpered first, feeling the tip of his cock catch at your entrance, before you let out a frustrated cry, “for the love of god Seungmin please just fuck me.” You begged, which earnt a satisfactory smirk from the male above you, as he teased the tip into you, before letting out a hiss as he slowly bottomed out in you, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades, sure to leave marks in his back as you cried out, his hand coming up to cup your mouth, his eyes flashed with a look you were uncertain of, but it made you clench around his dick, the excitement of possibly being caught making you feel dizzy.
“Do you want Chan to hear? No? Then shut the fuck up and take it.” He growled, as he shut his eyes briefly, feeling you clench around him, the warmth overtaking him, “you feel so much better than I could imagine.” He said, his free hand moving to grip your waist as he slowly started to pull out, before pushing back in, earning a whimper from your covered mouth as he began to speed up his movements, his own moans filling the room as he fucked into you, his cock finding and almost instantly hitting the right bundle of nerves inside you, making you almost bite into his hand as you wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him impossibly closer.
“I- fuck.” You managed into his hand, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt a second orgasm building inside your core, whilst Seungmin concentrated on fucking into your g-spot, earning a moan of pleasure from you everytime, which alternated from a mixture of his name and pathetic whimpers, mixing with his low grunts and groans. He shook his head when he felt you clench continuously around him, feeling you near your second orgasm, and pulled you off of the counter, pulling out for a split second as he bent you over, before re-entering you, one hand reaching up to hold onto your throat and bringing your back flush to his chest, the other hand working at your clit again. “You belong to me, got that? You cum when I say.” He murmured into your ear, leaving marks down the side of your neck and shoulder, his hips fucking into you at an unrelenting pace.
All you could do was babble nonsense as you nodded eagerly, the feeling of your orgasm hitting you harder every time he thrusted into you, your hands gripping the counter edge below you, your knuckles turning a ghostly shade of white, as you felt his hips and movements grow sloppier, indicating he was close himself.
“Mmm’ gonna cum,” you whined out, your moans undeniably loud enough for someone to overhear you now, as one of his hands came up to hold out to you, “spit.” he murmured, you complied, a string of saliva dripping into his hand before he let the hand fall down to your clit, letting his finger work your bundle of nerves, “Please, let me cum .” You begged, “Need you to fill me up.”
“Fuck, speak like that and I’ll cum, such a needy whore,” Seungmin cursed under his breath as he felt your walls clench around his cock, “cum for me”, he growled, and with a few more thrusts you came with a very loud and desperate scream of his name as you tightened around him, his thrusts becoming increasingly more desperate as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high like a man searching for water in a desert.
You whimpered, your nails clawing into the counter, clenching around him as your moans sounded almost pornographic, tipping his own orgasm over the edge, making him bury his head into your neck and cum with you, his seed painting your walls as he fucked you through his own orgasm, your legs feeling like jelly from the overstimulation, only relenting slightly as you felt him start to soften inside you, before he pulled out, the mixture of both your cum running down your legs slowly as Seungmin moved to grab some paper towels, cleaning you up as you both panted, trying to catch your breath as you bit your lip at the aftercare he was giving.
He helped you back into your bikini before pulling his own shorts back on, wiping the sweat from his forehead and smirked to you, who had collapsed onto the stool at the island, pulling him in between your legs as you leant up to cup his face, kissing him as his hands found their way to your head, keeping you close as you smiled into the kiss.
That was cut short.
“What the fuck is going on?” You heard someone speak, their tone angry as you whipped your head to the side, seeing Chan and Jisung stood at the kitchen door, Chan looking like he was about to kill either one of you whilst Jisung’s jaw hung open. “One of you has approximately 10 seconds to tell me what you think you’re doing before I lose my shit.” He bit, Jisung’s hand holding him back as you opened your mouth to answer, before Seungmin held a finger to your lips, his other hand still holding onto you as he glared at Chan,
“I just bent your sibling over the counter and fucked them, but I didn’t need your permission to do that, neither does it matter if they see me.” He said, his tone sarcastic as Chan gaped at the answer he was just given, “So unless you’re here to watch round 2, I suggest you don’t speak.” Chan went to lunge at Seungmin, before you stood up, pushing yourself between the two men, your height wasn’t very intimidating, but the hesitation from Chan told you the look you were giving him was the complete opposite.
“I’m tired of you telling me what I can and can’t do, I’m not a little child anymore, and I can’t help who I fall for.” You bit at Chan, who seemed doubly taken aback as you had been, from your newfound confidence of standing up to your brother. “If you haven’t got anything good to say, I would rather you don’t say anything to me. But today was the first day I felt free from you.” You said, your voice wobbling slightly as you felt hands wrap around your waist protectively, looking over your shoulder to see Seungmin shooting daggers at Chan, who seemed defeated.
He sighed softly, shaking his head in dispair, “You’re right, I shouldn’t care, I forget you’re not my little sibling anymore. It doesn’t mean it hurts less seeing you with a friend, but I trust you Seungmin, so look after them.” Chan spoke with an oddly calm voice, as the other member of the group came inside to see the commotion, a few cheering slightly as they saw Seungmin wrapped around you. “Take care of them for me, it’s not my duty anymore, and if you’re happy, I’m not stopping it any longer.”
You offered a small smile of thanks to Chan as you felt Seungmin relax behind you slightly, not releasing his grip on you from behind as Jeongin coughed awkwardly.
“Does this mean we can stop hearing Seungmin whine about how much he has a crush on Y/N now- OW?” Jeongin hissed as Changbin dug his elbow into his side, earning a scowl from the Maknae as the others laughed, Chan even joining in, as you turned to Seungmin. “Do you want to take this upstairs?” You purred almost, as the boys behind you whistled, Seungmin simply rolling his eyes as he nodded to you, picking you up under your ass as you wrapped your legs around him.
“We will see you tomorrow.” Seungmin put it simply, as he carried you to the stairs.
“Remember a condom!” Chan called after you, which earnt a giggle from the pair of you in return. If only he knew.
That night, neither of you slept. But that didn’t matter, you had each other's company. That was enough for the two of you.
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