🌻 Summary: The events of Sunday morning won’t leave your mind, and you are determined to figure out if every aspect of the rumor about your nerdy coworker, Seonghwa, is true.
🌻 Word count: 11.5k
🌻 Genre & warnings: nerdy seonghwa with coworker reader. fem pronouns for reader. dirty talk. fingering. oral sex. unprotected sex. creampie.
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this fic is not meant to represent Seonghwa in any way, shape or form.
You have a problem and it is one of your own making. In fact, it could even be considered two separate problems that are colliding.
Problem one? You have no friends. After spending years striving to climb the corporate ladder in your quest for money and job security, all your real friendships fell apart and faded away. That meant that every one of your ‘friends’ were actually coworkers. The unhappier you got at your job, the more distant you felt from them, leaving you increasingly isolated.
Problem two? You fucked around with a coworker. Most people would agree that to fuck a coworker, especially in an office setting, is a bad idea. Sure, it hadn’t turned into full on sex but you believed a general consensus of the situation would be that having your coworker eat you out to orgasm twice could be a short term pleasure without thinking of the long term ramifications.
The way these problems collided was in the fact that you couldn’t talk to anyone about Seonghwa because you had no friends who aren’t directly tied to work.
This meant that, while pressing the button in the elevator on Monday morning, you are left to the spiraling thoughts in your head without anyone’s help or advice.
As the doors open and you step onto the floor, you immediately scan the area for Seonghwa. But you don’t spot him. All that you see is the usual Monday morning bullshit – people cramming donuts in their mouth, the scent of that cheap break room coffee, the typing of many keyboards, people gossiping by the water cooler about the party on Saturday, and the sound of various boring and tedious phone calls.
pairing: minho x fem!reader
genre: smut, angst, enemies to lovers.
content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut.
word count: 6.2k
summary: you’re stuck in a horror house alone—your only way out is with the guy who hates your guts. halloween themed enemies to lovers with minho. pirate!minho with a lip ring included.
brother's best friend kang yeosang x reader - friends to lovers, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, crying
18+
Yeosang’s room was warm. If it weren’t for the small fan in the corner of the room whirring away on the floor it would’ve been almost unbearable. Not that you would’ve minded much. You loved Yeosang’s bedroom and always had since the first time he’d let you inside. Correction: he hadn’t really let you inside that first time (he and your brother were too busy playing FIFA on his TV) but when he caught you sneaking inside he hadn’t kicked you out either, just asked if both of your parents were making too much noise downstairs and smiled when you groaned out a ‘yes’. Then he’d gone back to the game, letting you sit on his bed to watch them play.
You were twelve at that time, him and your brother just a few years older than you, and you’d been fascinated with his room. He had the kind of posters on his walls that you’d seen in bedrooms belonging to Hollywood movie teenage boys, various band logos and horror movie villains plastered on his walls alongside reminders to finish his homework and empty the dishwasher. It had at the very least always been different from your room and most likely cooler than your brother’s (not that you could know for sure since he never let you in there), which was always more than enough to pique your interest. As you got older, it became your hideout too.
When Yeosang hosted parties you were the only one who was allowed to sneak a friend or two into his room and have drunk conversations on his bed. When you needed help with your assignments and your brother was being a bitch about helping you, Yeosang sat you at his desk and painstakingly explained the parts that even he had to Google. Whenever you’d fallen out with someone or had an argument with your parents or had come back from college parties too tipsy to go home, Yeosang’s room was always your refuge. Yeosang was first and foremost your brother’s best friend but he’d always made an effort to be your friend too, and so you were used to seeking out his room (and him) when you wanted somewhere comfortable to stay.
Which was why you were here now, sniffling and crying into his pillow while the stuffy summer heat managed to seep through his drawn curtains. His room had changed over the years, of course, most of his old posters torn down and various high school paraphernalia (science awards and class pictures and cheap medals from sports days) replaced with stacks of CDs and horror novels, because he still tried to be cool like that. Even with all the changes his bedsheets still had the same boring chequered pattern and were still washed with the same fabric softener, so that if you pressed your face hard enough into the pillow you could pretend you were eighteen again and sleeping off a bad hangover while he finished assignments at his desk.
The illusion didn’t last particularly long, with the bedroom door opening to reveal a flustered looking Yeosang holding a glass of peach iced tea (your favourite drink circa ten years ago) and a can of Redbull for himself. His face turned pink when he saw you, pushing the door shut with his hip and setting the drinks down on his desk with a sigh.
“You’re still crying?” he asked, frowning when you sat up and wiped at your face with your hands. “Wait, I’ll get you tissues. You know Wooyoung would laugh at you, right?”
“That’s why I didn’t go to him,” you whined, thanking him sheepishly when he threw a box of tissues in your lap. He watched you dry your cheeks with that same flustered look on his face, handing you the glass of iced tea as soon as you were done as though to prevent you from sniffling or sobbing any more.
“It’s just some gross college kid. I bet he doesn’t even clip his toenails,” he tried to reassure you. He’d never seen a picture of your boyfriend before, let alone met him, but once he’d heard that you’d been dumped he was immediately convinced that every insult in the book was warranted. It had been annoying when you’d first arrived but his dedication to the whole thing was admittedly amusing now. “How much you wanna bet he doesn’t wipe his ass every time he goes to the toilet? I bet he’s failing all his classes too.”
You snorted into your iced tea and looked up at Yeosang.
“You said that about the guy I dated in high school y’know,” you told him, which made him roll his eyes.
“It was deserved. Probably. Give me the glass,” he said, holding his hand out and smiling when you handed it to him. Once he’d safely set it aside, he let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Can I lie next to you?”
You nodded, flopping back down onto the pillow that was still damp with your tears and shutting your eyes when the mattress beside you dipped and Yeosang settled down. Your habit of coming to him when you were going through a break up was an odd coping mechanism, you’d admit, but he had been right. Your brother would’ve laughed his ass off at you if he saw you moping around the house, endlessly teasing you in a (terrible) attempt to cheer you up. Yeosang’s room was the best place you could think to go, it just so happened to be that he was home alone today and not busy in the slightest.
“Hey,” Yeosang startled you out of your thoughts, reaching over and squeezing your forearm. “Don’t get hung up on it, okay? You’re cool and clever and all that sappy stuff, don’t worry whether some guy likes you or not. It sucks seeing you cry, especially over shit like this.”
You knew he was trying to cheer you up but you couldn’t help the way more tears started to well in your eyes at the sound of his words. Yeosang was always so gentle and caring with you, and the sincerity in his words and the way his thumb was rubbing back and forth against your arm filled your stomach with butterflies so aggressive that you started to sniffle all over again.
“Oh God,” Yeosang whispered, making your face burn.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, bringing your hands up to hide the fresh tears that were rolling down your face.
“No, no, it’s okay,” he tried to reassure you. You could practically hear the frown in his voice and the thought of it drew a sob out of you. “No, look- c’mere, okay? Come here.”
You let yourself be manoeuvred so that your head was laying on his chest, which was warmer than you’d expected thanks to the heat, and let him wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tight. When you inhaled he smelled just like the fabric softener on his bed sheets and you relaxed into the familiar scent, pressing your face down against him and hugging him back just as tight.
“Fucking waterworks,” he mumbled, raising a hand to rub the back of your neck gently. His fingertips kneaded at the muscle there, reminiscent of a cat kneading at a blanket with its paws. The feeling was pleasant and your sobs quickly died down even as tears kept wetting Yeosang’s t-shirt. “Okay baby. Don’t cry anymore, okay? You’re fine. He’s just a stupid guy.”
“He’s not stupid,” you replied on instinct, even though you wholeheartedly agreed with Yeosang. For a moment he was quiet and you thought your words might’ve been too muffled for him to hear, but then his hand moved to rub up and down between your shoulder blades and he clicked his tongue.
“He is. I’m older than you, I know better,” he said firmly, a phrase he had started to employ only after hearing your brother use it on you several times when you were all in high school.
“I’m too old for the age card. Not even Wooyoung does that anymore,” you mumbled, which made him laugh. Despite yourself, the feeling of his chest shaking with each laugh made you smile.
“I’m always going to be older, I can use it whenever I want,” he said, giving you another tight squeeze. You just nodded, enjoying how warm he was even though the room was already too hot. Yeosang stayed still while you collected yourself, hand steadily rubbing your back until even your quiet sniffles had died down and you were silent, listening to his heartbeat and trying not to think about just how warm he was. It was when you were just about ready to fall asleep that he tapped the back of your head, smiling at you when you lifted your head just enough to look at him. “You feel okay now?”
You nodded, feeling even more sheepish than you had earlier, and Yeosang laughed softly.
“Don’t go crying over any more guys. I hate it when you’re this sad,” he said, staying laid down in his spot as you sat up. You looked down at him and cringed at the wet patch of fabric where you’d cried against his t-shirt. He didn’t seem bothered by it though, his expression neutral now that you were done crying, so much so that you’d never guess he’d been as flustered as he was earlier. “Come here, let me clean your face.”
You faked a grimace at the almost parental tone he used but he could tell that it was fake, rolling his eyes as he pushed himself up to sit against the headboard. He picked up the box of tissues you’d discarded earlier and pulled a few out.
“Sit here,” he said, gesturing to his lap. Ignoring the way your stomach flip-flopped, you sat yourself down in his lap and let him wipe away the remnants of tears and snot on your face. He smiled once he was done, squishing your cheeks together with one hand. “You’re so pretty. Don’t let anyone make you think you’re not, yeah? I know better than them.”
“Really?” you said through your squished lips, whining when Yeosang laughed at you.
“Yeah. I’ve known you forever. I know how pretty you are,” he said, voice trailing off towards the end. He gave your cheeks another squeeze and then let go of your face, patting the tissues against your cheeks even though you both knew they were dry by now. You didn’t tell him to stop though, so he kept going. You bathed in the comfort of being around him and the feeling of being taken care of, watching the occasional involuntary raise of his eyebrow and admiring the birthmark by his eye. You didn’t often have time to spend around Yeosang anymore between your university courses and the boyfriend you’d thought was so precious eating up most of your time, and you felt your belly twist at the realisation that you hadn’t visited him in months.
“I missed spending time with you,” you said, rubbing your fingers over the wet spot on his t-shirt as though it might help to dry it off somehow.
“Does it really count if you’re crying your eyes out?” he joked, grinning when you slapped his chest. He set aside the wet tissues and rested his hands on your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. It was so different from the way that he usually touched you that you shuddered a little, opening your legs a wider so you could slot better against him. He smiled when you shifted closer, letting out a soft huff. “I’m joking. I missed you too. I’m glad you came over.”
You were glad too, but you figured you didn’t need to say as much. With every passing second you became more and more aware of the fact that you were straddling the guy you’d practically grown up with (you tried your best to forget the fact that he was your brother’s best friend) and even more aware of the fact that you didn’t want to move off of him in the slightest. If anything you wished you could get closer somehow, gripping his t-shirt tight in your fist with a sharp inhale.
“Hey,” Yeosang said suddenly, his voice entirely different from how it had been just a few minutes ago even though it was just as gentle. “C’mere.”
You were so used to trusting him that you leaned forward without question and even when your heart jumped up into your throat and you could clearly see Yeosang’s eyes flicking down to look at your lips you stayed close. Yeosang moved one of his hands from your thigh to the small of your back (slowly, almost painfully slowly, so that you could easily ask him to stop if you wanted him to) and pulled you flush against him.
“That guy’s an idiot, right?” Yeosang asked, and this time you nodded instead of disagreeing with him.
“Yeah,” you murmured. He hummed.
“I got you, okay?” he said, reassuring you for the dozenth time since you’d turned up, and smiled when you nodded again. Before you could get impatient he finally closed the space between you both, his lips soft when they met yours. Your heart fluttered in a way it had never done when you’d kissed anybody else, making your hands shake when you moved them to rest on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against your palm and when you tilted your head to kiss him better you felt it pick up its pace.
The kiss was short and just as careful as Yeosang always was when he handled you, and seeing his face again when he pulled back made your heart do that stupid flutter all over again. His eyes stayed on your face while both of his hands moved to hold your hips, squeezing with enough strength to make you gasp.
“God, I wish you wouldn’t date such stupid guys,” he sighed, one eyebrow quirking upwards when you rolled your eyes.
“Let me guess, you want me to date you instead?” you teased, trying to lean into the cliché trope that was playing out between the two of you.
“Hadn’t thought about it until now honestly,” he mumbled, leaning forward again so that you were almost cross-eyed when you kept your eyes on him.
“Then what was the kiss for?” you asked, nudging your nose against his and allowing him to brush his lips against yours in an almost-kiss.
“Because I mean it when I say you’re pretty,” he said, giving your hips another squeeze before lifting a hand to hold your face, thumb moving back and forth against your cheek. “And because I really hate it when you come over here crying. I want to make you feel better.”
You weren’t sure how to reply when he was being so earnest and the warmth between the two of you was becoming almost intolerable, so you forwent words and kissed him again. This kiss was different from the last, Yeosang’s hand holding your face still while you got used to the feeling of his lips on yours. His tongue tasted like bitter energy drink when you parted your lips and let him lick into your mouth (it tasted better on his tongue than it ever did out of the can) and you couldn’t help the quiet moan you let out, quickly swallowed by his mouth. You could feel yourself getting greedier and greedier the longer you both kissed, hands moving from Yeosang’s chest to hold his neck and squeezing every time he pulled your hips forward to grind against him.
This time when you parted you whimpered and Yeosang laughed at the pout forming on your lips. His smile was both so familiar and so different from what you were used to seeing on his face that an anxious confusion filled your chest. Only when your lashes became wet did Yeosang notice your change in mood, his free hand quickly coming up to cup your other cheek.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, a pout playing on his lips just like the one on yours.
“You’re just- you’re his best friend, you’re not going to follow through with anything we do and if you do you’re just going to end it right after,” you mumbled, sniffling even as Yeosang wiped away your tears before they could roll down your cheeks. His brows furrowed at your words, his pout turning into a frown.
“No, no, that’s not true,” he said, sounding so shocked by your statement that you believed him even though you weren’t sure you wanted to. “I won’t stop talking to you, if that’s what you’re scared of. As for following through”– he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. –“I want anything you want.”
You whined and leaned your face further into his hands, relief washing over you when he let you tuck your head away beneath his chin. He clicked his tongue, kissing the top of your head.
“You worry your pretty head more than you should,” he chided playfully.
“I don’t want to stop coming over here if you decide I wasn’t a good lay or something,” you mumbled once your tears had slowed, once again comforted by the scent on his clothes and skin that you’d known for years upon years now.
“Come on, I would never call you a bad lay,” he joked, as awkward as ever when it came to cheering you up, his arms closing around you when you whined in response. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Remember what I said? I got you. Always.”
You sat up and looked straight at him, looking at him through a new lens now that you knew how his lips felt and how his mouth tasted after he drank Redbull, gauging how serious he was before you took a deep breath.
“Can we kiss again?” you asked, and bit your tongue to stop yourself from smiling when Yeosang’s face lit up and the tips of his ears turned pink. He might’ve been able to pull the age card on you but with all the excitement in his eyes you could’ve guessed he was still just a teenager about to be kissed for the first time.
“Anything you want,” he replied, his palms firm on your back to keep you steady. A fuzzy feeling filled your stomach when you leaned in to kiss him again, sighing through your nose when you slid your tongue against his bottom lip and he opened his mouth just enough for you to run your tongue along his. You laughed softly into his mouth when he bit your bottom lip and kissed it immediately afterwards as though it might soothe the sting. He tasted less energy-drink-bitter now and more like himself with each kiss. You liked how he tasted when it was just him, liked how his mouth was just as warm as the rest of him, which embarrassed you just as much as it turned you on.
When you pulled back to breathe, Yeosang kept you close, forehead resting against yours while you both caught your breath. You felt just as safe in his arms as you always did in his room, the hurt you’d been crying over earlier slowly smoothing over into a newer, scarier, addictive feeling.
“You taste like iced tea,” Yeosang said, humming the words as though he was praising you. You smiled and kissed him again, quickly this time.
“You tasted like Redbull the first time,” you returned, pressing your palms to his chest. He felt firmer than he looked, the parts of him that used to be scrawny now musclier after a few years of dedicated exercise. You’d never expected to be feeling out those changes like this, fingers digging into the softer spots you found and a grin spreading over your lips whenever he purposely tensed the muscles you were squeezing.
“If you want me to,” he started, hands exploring your torso with the same curiosity as yours did his while he spoke. He pulled his head back to look you in the eye when he rubbed his thumbs over the area beneath your chest. “I’d love to know how you taste in other places.”
You didn’t notice the way your thighs tightened around him at the sound of his words but he must have, because his hands quickly moved to grip your hips.
“Probably not like iced tea,” he teased, thumbs pressing against your lower tummy and inching closer to your (wet, you suddenly noticed) pussy. “But only if you want.”
You did want, even with the thought of a very pissed off Wooyoung groaning and whining at both of you for weeks appearing in the back of your mind. You gave an experimental thrust of your hips against his crotch and sucked in a sharp breath when the action made Yeosang groan. He returned the movement without any hesitation, grinding the bulge in his sweatpants against you and banishing any thoughts of your brother from your mind entirely.
“I want you,” you said, laughing nervously and giddily when Yeosang swore under his breath in reply. “Want you to taste and- and do whatever you want.”
Yeosang’s expression changed, one brow purposefully raising opposed to how it usually did without him noticing, and he kissed you again. He seemed hungrier than before, every lick into your mouth more calculated while he kept dragging you back and forth on his lap until you were panting into each other’s mouths more than you were really kissing.
“I’m going to show you how pretty you are. Make you forget about all those stupid fucking guys,” he muttered so firmly that you nodded in affirmation. “Lie down for me.”
You did as he’d asked even though being apart from him made the once stuffy air in his room feel cold against your skin, goosebumps rising on your forearms and calves while Yeosang worked your shorts off of your legs, dropping them to the floor with a carelessness you rarely saw in him. He groaned as he spread your legs, quickly quieting your confusion when he rubbed his fingertips against your panties and you felt how wet the fabric was.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he murmured, leaning down and kissing along the insides of your thighs. When you didn’t say anything in return, he flicked the skin closest to your panties and then left an open-mouthed kiss there, tongue touching the spot that his nail had hit. “You should answer my questions. You know you’re perfect, right?”
You couldn’t help but whine at the question, more self conscious than usual because of the way Yeosang’s eyes stayed on your face the whole time he kissed and bit at your skin. It felt like such a grand compliment to accept, like you’d be far too self-centred if you really called yourself perfect out loud. Yeosang pressed a kiss to the wet spot on your panties and his mouth was so warm that you couldn’t help the way your thighs twitched.
“I want to hear it out of your mouth,” he said, flicking the same spot he had earlier. “If you really want me to eat you out I want you to believe it too.”
You were flustered by how sincere his words were and how intense his gaze was on you, fingertips tracing shapes against the skin closest to your panties until you felt so sensitive you felt ready to reach down and pull them off yourself. You raised your hands to your face and huffed.
“I’m perfect,” you whispered, voice so small you were worried he hadn’t heard and would make you repeat yourself. But to your relief Yeosang let out a pleased hum and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear and waited for you to shift your legs so he could pull them off of you. The moan he let out when he spread your legs again made you shiver, hesitantly lifting one hand from your face to watch how he blushed the longer he looked at you. His eyes moved up to your face briefly and when he saw you peeking at him he grinned.
“Good girl,” he praised, kissing your knee before he leaned down again. “Look at you. You’re so fucking pretty.”
You only whined in response but Yeosang didn’t seem phased, resting his thumb over your clit with a feather-light touch while his tongue slowly licked up the sticky wetness on your lips. The light touches drew another frustrated whine out of you, louder this time, but Yeosang didn’t change his pace. His free hand tightened its hold on your thigh, fingers digging into the plush skin and holding you in place.
“Yeosang,” you said softly, frowning down at him when he pressed the gentlest of kisses against your pussy, tongue barely leaving his mouth to lick at the sensitive skin. “Can you please be faster or just… Please?”
“Are you in a rush baby?” he asked, kissing your clit in a way that made you shudder.
“No, but I-”
“I know, pretty girl, I know,” he answered, finally licking between your folds and making you gasp. “You’re so wet. And you taste so fucking good.”
His words made your face burn, hands shaking when you reached down to play with his hair. He smiled at the feeling before licking up your pussy again, slower this time as he pushed his tongue further between your lips.
“Not like iced tea?” you tried to joke, the hitch in your breath as you spoke giving away how good it felt when his lips closed around your clit and he sucked. Your head fell back against his pillow, thighs shaking as you tried to close them around his head. His hands kept you in place, his grip on you tightening when he pushed his tongue against your entrance and nudged his nose against your clit. You swore, voice pitched higher than usual when he began to push his tongue into you, licking up every gush of wetness from your pussy and twisting it each time it pressed inside of you.
You couldn’t help the cry you let out when he pulled back to practically make out with your clit, licking and sucking until his chin was slick with you and his lips were glossy.
“Better than iced tea,” he finally said. It was an empty statement - he’d never liked iced tea as long as you’d known him, and you knew discharge never tasted particularly good - but the soft, serious way he said it filled your stomach with butterflies all the same. “Never thought anyone could taste so good.”
“Stop, you’re so cheesy,” you whispered, even though you both knew you didn’t mind the compliments. Yeosang especially, since he could see how you clenched around nothing with each sweet word that left his mouth, rubbing circles into your clit with two of his fingers.
“Just for you. I want you to feel good,” he murmured, kissing and biting different spots on your thighs until you were tugging at his hair impatiently. He grinned up at you, his messy face turning you on more than you thought was even possible. “Does it feel good? Does my pretty girl feel good?”
You shivered at how possessive the question sounded but nodded anyway, because fuck did you feel good.
“Say it,” Yeosang demanded, voice hard.
“I feel good,” you said this time, not willing to delay him any longer. “Feels so good, Yeosang.”
“Good. Good girl,” he praised.
You watched as he sucked on one of his fingers for a few seconds, taking it out of his mouth with a quiet ‘pop’ before he pushed it into you, tongue laving over your clit while he started to pump his finger in and out of you slowly. He kept eye contact with you while he dragged out the pleasure until you were desperately tugging on his hair.
“You want more?” he asked, speaking against your skin so that his teeth lightly grazed your clit. When you whimpered out a shy ‘yes’ he smiled and pushed one more finger into you, crooking them as soon as they were fully inside of you in a way that made your hips buck up into his touch. He giggled, the sound so sudden and out of place that you were reminded of who it was that was fucking you open on his fingers. You waited for guilt to kick in, or even a sliver of regret, but instead you only felt warmth fill your stomach. Yeosang cared about you. He’d take care of you.
“Please do that again,” you moaned, your breaths turning shaky when Yeosang used his free hand to take one of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tight.
“‘Course,” he said, bending his fingers inside of you to rub against that same spot with a low hum. “Anything you want, angel.”
Tears began to well in your eyes when Yeosang’s pace picked up, each flick of his wrist rougher than the last until you were practically crying out with each thrust. Your thighs shook as you tried to close them around his hand, failing to push against the hand that was still holding yours. When he began to rub circles into your clit was when you finally broke, tears of pleasure rolling down your temples as you tugged his hand up towards your chest.
“Yeosang,” you whimpered, gasping when he buried his fingers deep in you and fucked them relentlessly into that sensitive spot inside of you. “Please, Yeosang, please-”
“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, not slowing the thrusts of his fingers while he shifted so that his face was above yours. He cooed at the sight of you, kissing your forehead with a gentleness that contrasted the rough movements of his hand between your legs. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. You wanna cum on my fingers for me?”
You nodded, all but melting against the mattress when he leaned down to kiss you as steadily as he could, sharing the taste of your own cunt with you each time his tongue slid against yours. It was sloppy, drool gathering at the corners of your lips as you gasped into his mouth and threatening to spill down to your chin before he pulled back, smiling at you with so much desire the feeling of your orgasm approaching quickly intensified.
Thankfully Yeosang seemed to notice how you clenched around his fingers, shifting back down to kiss your clit and grinning when the action drew a sudden, sharp moan out of you.
“Want you to cum so fucking hard for me,” he said firmly, voice so low it was practically a growl. “I want to see my pretty girl cumming for me.”
You didn’t have the words to tell him that you could probably cum just from hearing him talk like that, just the strength to moan his name when you felt his lips and tongue against your clit, sucking in tandem with every calculated curl of his fingers. You felt your mind melt as you came closer to the edge, your breath catching in your throat and back arching off of the bed when you finally came all over his fingers and face.
You felt Yeosang moan against you, his tongue slowly working over your clit as he fingered you through your orgasm with slow thrusts, never once letting go of your hand even when your hips bucked up against his face. You didn’t realise you were crying again until you hiccuped, your entire body trembling from the breathtaking pleasure still pulsing between your legs. When Yeosang slipped his fingers out of you a sob left your lips, your entrance sensitive after so much attention.
“Good girl,” Yeosang whispered in the same tone he’d used to try and comfort you earlier, sitting up so that he could look at you properly. His smile was so fond, so different from the borderline hungry one he’d given you earlier, that you found yourself aching for the care he’d always given you so freely. The same way he seemed to be able to tell when you were close to cumming he just as easily seemed to be able to tell that you wanted his comfort and was quick to rearrange himself into a proper sitting position, pulling you up and onto his lap even though you were still wet with spit and cum.
“Your pants,” you mumbled, frowning when you realised you’d already gotten them wet. Yeosang shook his head in response, rubbing your back with his clean (or at least cleaner) hand.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said, eyes searching your face for an emotion besides the post-orgasm dizziness that was showing on your face. “Are you okay? I didn’t think you’d cry like that, I didn’t do too much right?”
You smiled at the concern lacing his voice and leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. It was harder to smell the fabric softener now that you both smelled more of sweat and Yeosang’s cologne was more evident, but the scent was still there when you inhaled deeply. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling wider and buried your face against the crook of Yeosang’s neck, giggling when he whined out a quiet ‘tickles’.
“I didn’t mean to cry,” you admitted, nosing at his neck before placing a kiss there. “You’re just so good. Your fingers and your mouth are insane.”
Yeosang laughed out loud at your words, the kind of laugh you would usually hear when Wooyoung was trying to embarrass him in front of you. You loved how familiar the sound was even in such an unfamiliar situation.
“I take it you’re feeling somewhat better then?” he asked, gently patting your back when you nodded. “Good girl.”
Your face burned at the praise and you lifted your face from his shoulder to look at him properly. A flush rose to his cheeks when he saw your face, pressing his lips together to try and stop himself from smiling. You noticed rather belatedly that he was still hard beneath you when you shifted on his lap and your eyes widened at the realisation.
“Do you want me to help?” you asked, gesturing down to the spot where your crotches were connected. Yeosang’s cheeks turned even redder when you did so, his hands pressing firmly against your back to pull you closer to him.
“No, I’ll be fine,” he said and shook his head, laughing the same embarrassed laugh again. “If you want to, we can do something like this again. After a date or something, so your brother doesn’t kill me.”
You groaned at the joke, remembering that he’d ask what you were doing at Yeosang’s place when you got home. It only set in a few seconds later what Yeosang had suggested. A date.
“That’d be good,” you replied, sounding far too shy considering you could still see your cum on his chin. ‘Good’ was a massive understatement in comparison to the warmth spreading in your chest at the idea of a date with him but Yeosang seemed to understand anyway. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, both of you smiling against the other.
“Okay baby,” he sighed when you parted. “Let me get a towel so you can clean up.”
“You got it all over you already,” you told him, but moved off of his lap all the same. You watched him leave the room, the summer heat slowly settling over you again now that the pleasure’s feverish warmth was wearing off and a foreign excitement prickling over your skin at the shift in you and Yeosang’s relationship. You lay back down on the damp sheets to wait for him and shut your eyes once your head hit his pillow.
SUMMARY: You go to your favorite plug's house to get some weed but the night takes an unexpected (but very pleasant) turn...
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You fast-walked down the usual alley that you took as a shortcut whenever you were running late. You hadn’t taken this route in a while. You only had one reason to come to part of the city and it was to cop off your usual (and favorite) plug which you hadn’t been able to do recently. You were in an uncharacteristically good mood which you blamed on being excited to try the new strain you’d heard about. It had nothing to do with the more than average looking drug dealer you’d go across the city to see. Definitely nothing to do with that.
☁ binnie ☁ : you're always late wyaaaaa
☁ binnie ☁ : hurry up or I'm giving your bag to someone else
☁ binnie ☁ : going..... going...
You breathed out a laugh through your nose, quickly putting in your pass code and opening up your messages app, typing a quick response.
★ you ★ : relax I'm walking up nooooow
Shoving your hand back in your coat pocket, you crossed the street immediately making eye contact with the man you came to see. He was sitting on the bench on his front porch where he usually sat when he was waiting for customers. He had a tray on his lap, covered in bud of various shades of green, rolling what looked to be a fifth joint. Five joints not including the one tucked behind his ear, but knowing him, he probably forgot about that one. Changbin finished up and put the joint between his lips before shooting a wide smile in your direction.
He moved the tray from his lap as walked down his front steps to unlock the gate. As he did so he welcomed you with open arms. You happily accepted the hug, wrapping your arms around his middle. Inhaling the scent of smoke and light body wash you took notice of how he felt in your arms. Warm and strong, as he pulled you tight against his chest which seemed to get more firm everytime you visited.
"Welcome back, traitor." he said softly into your hair.
You laughed out loud, swatting at his arm as you rolled your eyes at his accusation.
"You went on vacation!" you retorted. "I had to get my weed from somewhere."
"Yeah yeah," he answered, pulling away from your embrace in mock hurt. Putting the joint from his mouth in his pocket he signaled for you to let yourself in.
“Whatever you say, cheater!” he shouted after you.
You chuckled as you made your way into his home. It always surprised you how mostly absent the smell of weed was on his first floor. For someone who made a living dealing with such a substance you’d expect the scent to linger in every corner of every room but his living room was tidy and smelled mostly of air freshener.
"You waitin’ for Bin?” said a voice from your left. You almost didn’t see him in the dark living room but the light from the TV illuminated him enough for you to see him for a few moments at a time. Sitting slumped on a bean bag in the corner was a vaguely familiar 20-something male with one arm tucked under his head and the other shoved in the pocket of his hoodie. He removed his hand from his pocket revealing a dab pen that he took a pull from, blowing the smoke-like vapor through his nose. You were pretty sure you’d smoked with him before, but couldn’t place when.
Before you could respond to the almost-stranger, Changbin did.
"Ji, Don’t creep on my customers.” Changbin’s voice came from behind you as he closed and locked his front door. He stepped between you and the male in an almost possessive motion even though his friend was more than 10 feet away from you.
“So touchy.” His friend mocked with a wide grin. “I was just asking a question.” the vaguely familiar stranger responded, sitting up so he could hold up his hands in defense. Changbin rolled his eyes.
“Sure you were.” he responded before turning his attention back to you. You didn’t get too good of a look at him outside but now, standing a few feet from you, you were able to take in his full appearance. He was casual in his gray sweats, a beanie, and a plain white tee but the way the shirt fit on his chest and arms was very…distracting.
“You good?”
You hadn’t realized how long you’d been looking at his chest but it was long enough for him to take notice. He bit back a smirk waiting for your response, thoroughly enjoying your inner turmoil at being caught.
“Yeah. Sorry, I’m a little tired. Work ya’ know..” you lied.
“Uh huh.” He nodded, clearly not buying it but also not pushing further as he slid past you up the stairs gesturing for you to follow him. The smell of weed got stronger with each step towards the second floor. A stark contrast to the first, but a welcome aroma to you. A silent promise of what's to come.
“You know; you can come up here by yourself, if you want. You don’t have to wait for me.” he said, pushing the door to his room open. It looked just as you remembered it last, save for the half unpacked suitcase in the middle of the floor. It always seemed to be in various states of disarray but he always knew where everything was somehow. Laptop? Under his dresser by the wall. Favorite hoodie? In the target bag hanging on the door knob. Lighter? A couple on his desk, three in a couple hoodie pockets, and several spread across multiple bookbags. It was the definition of organized chaos. Picking up the joint he left lit on the ashtray on his bedside table, he hit it before passing it to you and motioning for you to have a seat on his bed.
You placed your bag down, rummaging through it to look for your wallet. “Nah it's okay, I don’t mind waiting.”
It was his turn to chuckle. “You know I trust you, you don't have to do that.”
He did have a point. You’d seen where he kept his weed more times than you could count. He’d even alluded to keeping most of his money somewhere in his closet once. If you wanted to steal from him, you easily could. There was no reason for him to bring someone this deep into his personal space unless he trusted them.
You put the rolled joint between your lips taking a long pull before holding it and coughing it back out almost immediately.
“You alright there, baby lungs?” He teased as he set a large duffle bag onto the bed.
You ignored the way your heart fluttered in your chest at the nickname as you coughed out a “fuck you” in response making him chuckle.
Unzipping the duffel bag, he opened it up to reveal multiple vacuum sealed bags containing various strains of your favorite plant. Each one labeled and color coded so it was easy to tell the sativas from the indicas at first glance. Cleaning his room was too much for him, but he definitely was organized when it came to his money.
“You wanted a quad, right?” He asked without looking up.
“Yes, please and thank you.” You answered, scooting back a bit so you could lay back on his pillows. The light coming through the window made the sheets warm to the touch like they were inviting you into their warm embrace. An invitation you may have accepted under different circumstances.
He thumbed through the labeled bags until one caught his eye. “Ah! There you are.” he exclaimed before tossing a smaller bag toward you onto the bed. “Sour Diesel, as requested.”
All the bags in his duffle had the names of the strains written on them, but the bag he handed you was marked with your name. It was also color coded differently from the rest.
“Wow, 5 stars for the customer service.” You chuckled running your thumb over your sharpied name on the bag. “You personalize all the bags?” you questioned, taking another drag from the almost-finished joint and passing it to him. You couldn’t remember him doing this before, but then again you were high when you saw him and he was often low on bags so he sometimes just used whatever was laying around to get you what you needed.
He shrugged taking the joint. “Nah not really. Just felt like doing that to yours. If you throw in an extra five I’ll even put stickers on it.” Pulling his computer chair forward to sit on, he took a long drag from the joint and put it out in the ashtray beside him.
You snickered at his joke but couldn’t help latching onto his nonchalance. It didn’t feel genuine.
“Uh huh,” you began, using his previous words against him. “Or you just missed me.” You teased in a sing-song tone, crossing your arms over your chest in triumph. “Must suck to like me so much.”
He didn’t acknowledge your light taunt, except for the small smile that tugged at his lips. I’ll take that as a win you thought.
“You wanted to smoke right?” he asked, changing the subject while letting smoke come out from his mouth with every word. Before you answered he pulled the five of the six joints you counted before out from his pocket.
“All that's for us?” you questioned incredulously. You were definitely a smoker but you figured when you agreed to match you’d be matching him one for one. All the weed you had was what he just served you which you figured was only about 8 joints worth. Plus you knew that 6 joints would have you high out of your mind. Especially with the strains he usually got in.
“Yeah, why?” He skillfully put a new joint between his lips, lit it and took a drag, exhaling smoke with his next sentence. “You got work or something?”
You chuckled at his reasoning. To him, the only problem with smoking 6 joints would be if you had work in the next couple hours. Not that 6 joints was a lot to smoke in one sitting.
“No, but the only weed I got is the we-” you began to explain before he waved away your apprehension.
“Don’t touch your shit, that’s for you.” he responded, passing you the joint. “I got you tonight.”
You chose to look at the joint he was passing you instead of him. If he had looked you in the eyes while telling you that, your face may have betrayed you again. Your cheeks definitely would. You could already feel them warming up, so you chose to take another long drag of the bud as a distraction.
You smoked for what felt like hours. Talking about this and that was easy with Changbin sober, but even more entertaining when he was high. His usual animated demeanor being replaced with a far more laid back one. Still animated, but animated in slow motion almost. You enjoyed teasing him in this state. Pretending that you didn’t see that time he caught his phone RIGHT before it had fallen into a sewer grate, or insisting you didn’t remember when he beat you in mario kart 6 games in a row, just to see him slowly sit up to defend himself and slump back into his chair complaining of being too high for this, promising to get you proof when he was more clear headed.
You talked about his vacation too. It was less of a vacation and more of a work trip. He had flown out to re-up from his connect. His guy had some new shit he wanted Changbin to start selling so he’d flown out to meet him and stock up. How he got it on the plane and back in the city was beyond you but he managed it.
“Lucky you, getting to take a work trip to California.” You said now fully laying in his bed, left arm tucked behind your head.
Changbin followed your lead, now lying beside you in a similar arrangement to yours. Both of you facing the ceiling as you passed the last joint around. He was very upset about losing one until you reminded him of the one behind his ear. The smile he gave you would have weakened your knees if you’d been standing.
“Well I mean I did have to work. Not much, but I did.” he insisted, watching the smoke spiral from his own lips upward into the air. “Still sounds fun. I’m jealous.” you commented.
He propped himself up on his elbow, turning toward you.
“I mean..” he hesitated, which was very unlike him. He was always very blunt and unabashedly himself. Saying exactly what was on his mind with no reservations in the pursuit of honesty.
“You …could come with me next time?” He looked away from you, turning his attention to the patterns on his sheets, opting to trace his finger over the design than meet your gaze on him.
“Really?” You asked, sitting up a little in excitement. “I mean you don’t have to, I wasn’t saying that so you c-”
He cut you off again. “I know you weren’t.” he reassured, his smile returning. “I-... Well I’d like it if you came with me. I like having you around.”
This time he met your gaze easily, like that was the most obvious thing in the world. Almost like he knew what his confessions were doing to you.
“Reeeeeeally?” you asked, clearly giddy.
“Uh huh.” he answered, the joint in his hand almost forgotten completely.
“You better stop now before I start feeling special,” you chuckled looking away again. It was your turn to bring your attention to the sheets on his bed rather than him.
“What if I told you that you are?” He almost whispered. His soft tone brings your attention back to him.
You didn’t notice yourself leaning forward. You didn’t notice him doing the same. his lips were inches from yours before three loud bangs against his bedroom door startled you both almost to death.
“Bin! You got customers!”
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part 2 maybe?
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If you like this you might like this, you might like my most recent post - 3RACHA as your plug 👀
i wanna take as much time as i can and make soobin as mad as i can, just to see what he’ll do
the poor guy is going to go through every single emotion ever and you’ll be able to see it on his face. the way his brow furrows in confusion, you can see almost see his thoughts play out. have i done something wrong? why are they playing with me like this?You can see the frustration build as he scrunches his nose and you wanna see him snap so badly, want him to cage you in against the wall and demand an answer,why are you being such a fucking brat
but that’s not what you’re gonna get with soob,oh no the waterworks are gonna make an appearance and he’s gonna be sniffling and hiccuping asking why you were doing this to him. wasn’t he good to you? hasn’t he been a good boy? you’re gonna be the one to hold his cheeks and explain that you were just winding him up, have to look into his big doe eyes blinking up at you,his bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he asks you if he’s still your good boy
I’m so sorry for the wait you guys, but Changbin is finally here!! I want to warn you that besides the usual smut there is also some dating related angst in this part so just be mindful of that. Besides that make sure to reblog/like or comment if you enjoyed!!
Changbin 창빈
-your relationship with Changbin is another friends to lovers situation—except you had only met him when he was a trainee. It was one of those friendships where a day felt like a year and a year felt like a lifetime. You guys fit together like puzzle pieces, as cliche as it is you were his calm in the storm.
-During the survival show when he couldn’t see you, he looked forward to your nightly video calls. You two would talk about every or nothing, either way he felt at peace.
-You were one of the few people he fully let his guard down around. There was no need to posture, no need to be tough. When it was just the two of you there were no expectations.
-There was no way he couldn’t fall in love with you.
-you dated in secret until his debut—which is also when the two of you almost broke up.
-He had gotten so in his head about dragging you into the spotlight, he didn’t even ask you what you wanted—he tried to make that decision for you.
“I’m doing this for you!”he finally shouted, stock still in the middle of the room gripping his hair in frustration. “I…I’m doing this for you y/n”
“What exactly are you doing for me?”you said, “pushing me away? You don’t get to give up on us the minute things get hard!”
“…I’m not giving up on us”he said, and you couldn’t tell if there were tears in his eyes or if it was just the reflection of the moon through the window. “I-I I’m not-“
“Then what are you doing, Changbin?”you asked. That one question opened a dam of insecurities you didn’t even know were being stored.
“I don’t know”he sniffled, roughly wiping at his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing”
-The rest of that night was spent huddled in the middle of the room, bodies intertwined in one another as you just listened. You sat and you held and you listened.
-As the group grew so did your relationship. It felt as though the last forgotten brick of whatever wall was left standing between you two was destroyed. You were introduced to the boys and to no one’s surprise they all adored you, especially the maknae line.
“y/n noona come play with us!”I.N whined, pulling on your arm.
“Yeah yeah! We’re gonna play Mario kart, come onnnn”Felix said grabbing the other one. With an aborted sigh you let the two pull you into the living room of the dorms, Changbin watching with a fond smile.
-And you couldn’t forget the hyung line.
“Ya y/n-ah, have more”Lee know said, piling an extra serving of rice onto your plate. You would argue but his tone left no room for discussion.
“Changbin-ah, have you been feeding her?”he asked, waving the spoon in his direction.
“Yeah, where’d those little bread cheeks go?”Hyunjin asked, turning to squint at your boyfriend.
-Even though he ended up in the hot seat for interrogation multiple times a week—even though you could take care of yourself—it left his heart feeling full in a way only beats and melodies could describe. Two of the most important parts of his lives melding together in perfect harmony. Well. Usually perfect harmony.
“Changbin come get your demon!”Chan cried as he raced through the hallway. Changbin didn’t even have time to ask before he saw you chasing after him with a spatula in hand. His eyes locked with Seungmin. “Channie Hyung ate her bingsu”
“It was an accident!”Chan screamed from down the hall.
“Yeah, and so will your death!”
Changbin let out a dreamy sigh and leaned against the wall. “I’m in love with her”
-with 3RACHA,comebacks and other commitments, dates with this man are never planned.
-It’s a lot of studio hangouts and late night texts to put shoes on and be at your front door in five minutes.
-You spend a lot of your time in the passenger seat of his car, going 90 down empty roads and watching the moonlight.
-When he does get a day off though, he’s all yours. He does harbor guilt though because a lot of these days off are spent in bed with him absolutely knocked out. He’ll wake up a few times during his nap and try to get up mumbling apologies but you just shush him and snuggle him tighter.
-I’m gonna mention it. I’m gonna do it.
-Aegyo.
-That’s all I’m gonna say. You want a song sung to you in a baby voice? You got it. You wanna see gods menu performed in tiny? Who is he to deny you.
-Also do not get it twisted, he is absolute putty in your hands but you are his baby. You want for nothing when you’re with him. Touch starved? Good luck getting him off of you. Hungry? You will be in his lap eating kimbap within the next thirty minutes. Bored? Will perform all of the oddinary tracks for you complete with costume changes and moving parts. How he managed to smuggle sparklers inside, you’ll never know.
-Refuses to admit that he’s an even bigger baby. If his face is not smothered in your tiddies at least once a day he will scream.
-His favorite activity is honestly just holding you. Changbin is huge on skinship so he wants to be touching you at all time. Pinkies linked,hand holding,laying on top of you so you’re completely immobilized, he is a fan of it all.
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-service top service top service top-
-This boy wants to make you feel good. That is his top priority 100% of the time. If he doesn’t cum, it’s fine. If you don’t cum? That’s not even gonna be an option.
-A big fan of missionary. Our boy is a softie, he wants to be able to see your face and kiss your cheeks as he thrusts into you.
-Tell no one but, he likes to hold your hand during sex🥺. It helps ground him and makes his heart feel all mushy and gooey and shit.
-He has a subspace. He’s aware that he has a subspace. He’s just scared to fully be that vulnerable during sex due to some not so good experiences so you gotta take it easy with him.
-He’s not fully opposed but if he feels himself slipping he will start to freak out and regain control. You honestly just gotta meet him where he’s at on that day cause progress isn’t ✨linear✨
-The few times that he was willing to go down for you, it was precious.
-Eyes scrunched shut and biting his lip in a way that looked almost painful as you wrapped your hand around his length pumping slowly, just slow enough to not be enough.
-He’s quieter than a lot of people would assume. Little grunts here and there but a lot of breathy whines. Although he raps hard his voice is naturally soft. When he cums, it’s heavy breathing and choked off grunts.
-he’s soft all around in general, even if he’s fucking you to the point of tears he’s letting you know how much you mean to him. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek and petting your sweaty hair as he’s making you see cosmos.
-after concerts he has a tendency to pull you into closets and rut into you like he’s never felt a pussy in his life, whimpering into the crook of your neck as tears mixed with sweat run down his face. He’s so exited and overwhelmed that he can barely keep his lungs underneath him, this ends up with you two on the floor in some haphazard position as he drills your cunt rambling about how good you make him feel and how he’s so lucky. Might even slip up and call you mommy
-The only time he’s anything but soft on you is if you make him jealous. You made the mistake of wearing Jeongin’s hoodie one time because it was right there and next thing you know you’re in the bathroom bent over the counter.
-he’s not a degrader, not at all. It doesn’t feel right or natural for him to be saying anything of that. He’d rather tell you how good you feel around him and how much he loves your pussy🥺
Hey guys and here we’ve got Minho now! I hope you guys enjoy this one, make sure leave a comment/reblog if you enjoy this one
Minho 리노
-y’all’s relationship is definitely the closest thing to being like friends. It’s very playful,lighthearted and never too serious(outside of the bedroom-). Minho is a little shit(honorific), he likes to tease and he likes someone who can dish it out just as well as they can take.
-your relationship evolved from a longterm friendship, a little similar to Chan’s post-except when you guys finally established your relationship nothing really changed. Dating this boy is literally like dating your best friend because you are. Whenever he tries to kiss you, you still push his face away and tease him that he must like you.
-He’s shy with affection both verbal and physical so his love languages are acts or service,quality time and bullying you. If you need something cooked,cleaned or fixed Minho will pluck it out of your hands and do it while scolding you.
“Ah I can’t believe you’re making me do this”he would say, after he grabbed the sponge from you as you were actively washing the dishes💀
-This shouldn’t be very surprising but Minho is shy in love and reserved. He’s got a lot of tsundere tendencies but you knew that long before you were dating. He’s very much so the type to be speechless whenever you get all dressed up for him and try to change the subject.
“Do you like it?”
“…our reservation is in 20 minutes, we gotta go”
But his burning red ears and inability to hold your gaze shows it all.
-He’s not a hugger, it’s a little awkward for him but he will kiss you and hold your hand. He has a habit of kissing your knuckles whenever he’s feeling extremely fond.
-He’s not a pet name kind of guy outside of the home. In public you are affectionately
y/n or dumbass, but you’re his dumbass. He made it very clear that he’s the only one that gets to call you that—The tissue incident of 2021 repeated, a travesty thoughts and prayers for Hyunjin 😔🪦
-He is very observant though and will call the others out on teasing you even if you can take it. He doesn’t even know why it rubs him the wrong way but it does.
“Ah y/n! You sound so stupid!”Jisung giggled pushing at your shoulders. Minho was over there in a second and whispered something you couldn’t pick up into Jisung’s ear. Soon the giggling stopped and the poor boy couldn’t look you in the eyes for the rest of the day😭 and whenever you try to ask Minho what he said he just smirks.
-He gets teased the most for being in love with you. Whenever you come to sit in on practices you just hear a chorus of ooo’s and a bunch of bodies beating on your poor boyfriend. Like no he is getting ganged up on and definitely ends up underneath the dog pile of people. You’re just sitting there like 🧍🏾♀️ cause you were just coming to bring him his keys. See it as a sort of revenge for them for all the threatening he’s done since debut. He’ll crawl out of the pile red faced and leave a quick kiss on your forehead mumbling a thanks before shooing you out of the room. As soon as you’re in the hallway you hear him yelling out different temperatures💀
-Late nights in the dance studio together. Watching him run through choreo and jot down notes feels erotic when it shouldn’t be. He switches on the dance captain mentality and gets so absorbed into it, it’s kind of hot. You usually just sit and watch him do his thing but some days when he needs a break or there’s a lull in the schedule he’ll teach you some of the choreo. Witnessing dance captain Minho is one thing, experiencing it is another. It’s a little overwhelming to have all of his attention on you, back flush against his chest as he guides you through the motions. He’s not even trying to make it sensual, he can’t help if he teaches how he fucks.
-Soonie,doongie and Dori? You won their love years ago. They love you just as much as they love Minho, sometimes even more when you’ve got treats. A lot of your days are spent curled up on his couch with the babies whenever he’s doing skz activities.
-I feel the need to explicitly say this, this boy is gone for you. Head over heels,swooning,over the moon,truly madly deeply, etc. Minho has loved you for years and has the biggest soft spot for you. When you’re at home together he treats you like his cats in the most affectionate way possible. Petting your head,feeding you, kissing all over your face. You genuinely need to remind him that you are not a cat sometimes, but he loves you the same way he loves them so it bleeds over a bit In his mind.
-Biting. Another one of his love languages is biting. He’s a tad bit feral as I have mentioned(little shit activity). He will randomly jump you,pin you and bite at your shoulder. It’s even more fun for him when you’re trying to kick him off. This turns into a WWE ring real soon.
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-segueing from the last point, this boy is constantly on demon time. If there’s ample time for you to fuck, you guys will be fucking.
-If you guys are just fucking no dynamics involved, it’s mainly just playful wrestling that turns into fucking and lots of teasing.
-But no I’m serious this man has almost no tells. One minute you could be watching tv and the next he is feeling you up and you’re like bro what😵💫
-It is always at the most random moments too, it’s like he likes to keep you on your toes. You accompanied him to an award show and you’re all glitzed up? He’s going to bed bro. You’re coming back inside from an early coffee run? You have three seconds to get that coffee to the table before you’re on the table
-Minho doms bruh. I’m sorry but Minho doms and he’s mean about it. He gets off on the trust you give him. There’s times when you’re on your knees covered in spit in cum that he just gets that crazy look in his eyes where he’s gonna obliterate you.
-He finds you most adorable when you’re at his mercy. Tied up. Hand cuffed. Suspended. Any way so his pretty bunny can’t run away from him.
-Domspace definitely hits Minho and he hits it hard. It gives him tunnel vision to the point he can only focus on ruining you,caring for you,cherishing you. You’re his to ruin and to put back together.
-When he’s like this Minho is incredibly territorial. He will pump you full of his cum over and over again until that’s the only feeling you knows
-Biting,scratching,slapping,hair pulling. If you’re into it he’s into it. When I say Minho gets mean, I mean that he’s mean. He’s not gonna be satisfied until you’re crying for him. He’ll cup your cheek with his hand and shove his cock in your mouth while cooing at how good you’re taking it.
-He’s a bit of a mind fuck. He uses that saccharine sweet voice whenever he praises you that makes you feel all floaty. Almost as if he’s cooing at a pet, cause you’re his sweet girl.
-If you guys had an intense scene it definitely takes him a while to come down. A lot of the come down is him shaking on top of you, peppering your neck in kisses and whispering “mine”
-Aftercare is essential for all the guys in general, but especially for Minho. If he feels as tho he didn’t give you proper aftercare this baby will drop and he will drop hard. You need to let him baby you extra after
intense scenes, if not for your sake then for his. His brain literally can not successfully transition between roles if you’re not taken care of to his standards, and his standards are high.
Hey guys! I’ve decided to do a series, let me know who you want next. Please reblog/read comments, it helps me to keep creating this content.
Bang Chan 방찬
-I feel like your relationship progressed very naturally from platonic to romantic. Bang Chan gives me shy/reserved energy when it comes to romantic endeavors so I feel like he would need the security that comes with a deep friendship to even consider pursuing you romantically.
-the changes to your relationship was more subtle than anything—like he was testing the waters to see where your boundaries were. Resting his hand on top of yours, knocking your knee against his, tentatively moving your hair from your face. Basically using any excuse he can get to touch you while also gauging your reactions.
-he only gets bolder if you’re receptive. Although he is shy, he’s a lot more obvious than he thinks he is. Like an overgrown puppy who thinks he’s being sneaky when he’s not. It’s hard to not think somethings up when he’s making direct eye contact and tracing shapes on your hands with his finger tips.
-poor baby spends months agonizing over how he’s gonna confess when in reality your relationship has shifted without him really realizing. It’s only until you’re in his studio, straddling his lap, one hand on your hip tracing lyrics while he’s working that he has a 😳 moment.
-his brain kinda 404 errors and he rips his headphones off saying “y/n will you-I want you to-can you-gf?” His body had gone stock still underneath you and you’re half asleep like huh 🤨😒????
-which does not ease his anxiety at all. He takes a shaky breath and tilts your chin down so you’re at eye level with each other.
“Y/n, I want you to be my girlfriend”
You shake your head and run your hand through his messy hair.
“Channie, I thought I already was”
-from that moment on he is not shy not me ITZAYYYYY
-All the kisses. Forehead kisses, shoulder kisses, corner of the lip kisses, hand kisses, etc. If there is a kissable spot then Chan’s lips will be on it. He is the master kiss giver but gets shy and giggly whenever you return him.
-Big Hug™️. All the hugs from channie, all the time. He will scoop you up into his lap and coddle you over the smallest thing, no emotion is insignificant in this household and he will remind you however many times you need to hear it.
-Just like before he is always touching you, either rubbing your back or your ears or playing with your fingers—basically he needs to be touching you at all times. His love language is touch, it’s how he shows he loves you and it helps ground him.
-loves nothing more than to stay at home with you, curled up in some blankets binge watching a show or having a movie marathon. Chan is a bit of a cliché but something about it makes him all giggly and giddy when the lights are dimmed low and he’s got you in his arms. It feels like time stops and he can’t really process how full his heart is when he sees you.
-Always let’s you eat off of his plate at restaurants, another one of his love languages is sharing. Sharing food, sharing music, sharing clothes, etc. if it’s something that can be shared, Chan wants to share it with you. It scratches the itch of needing to provide as the eldest hyung of skz and the eldest brother in his family. Even if you’re older than him, he’s going to want to share all of his things with you.
-On that note, paying. You’re funny if you think Chan is letting you pay for anything🤡 you can’t hide anything you want from this man, somehow someway he always just knows??? If your eyes linger on a necklace for too long in a jewelry store, it’s yours. If you’re in a store touching the stuffies just to touch them? Congrats on your new child, name it well. He doesn’t even mean to flaunt his wealth and honestly feels really bad if it comes off that way, he just wants you have whatever you want. He doesn’t mind if you get a little spoiled, that’s what he was going for anyways.
-Late night convenient store runs in your pajamas. Chan usually comes back late or very early from the studio, he tells you not to wait up but if you do it anyways he’s only going to scold you a little bit. He’ll walk through the door, kiss your forehead, go through his nightly routine and put his shoes back on so you guys can go raid the 24/7 store. The snack options are limitless between 1am-4am. These convenient store runs are ALWAYS followed by a mandatory cuddle session on the living room.
-All the serenading. Chan will sing to you whenever you ask him to. if you’re a singer too? Even better, he’s immediately composing cute little duets. If you’re not a singer? He wants to hear you anyways, doesn’t matter if you’re good or bad he still looks at you with stars in his eyes.
-I hate to say it but he is a baby girl/baby boy/baby type of guy😩
-Besides the obvious he’s a fan of the classics. Sweetheart, prince(ss), Darling, etc. during extra soft moments when he’s feeling so squishy his heart can’t take it he calls you love or lovie—this is usually followed by cooing.
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-definitely the type to grab your jaw when he’s kissing you. It’s firm but gentle—almost as a reminder that he’s the one leading. He has no problem falling back sometimes too and letting you lead, this is just where his mind naturally goes. He’s a natural born care giver and this is one of the ways he thinks he’s taking care of you, making sure you don’t have to lift a finger. Your pleasure is his pleasure.
-Chan is versatile he’s a libra I feel like if he trusts his partner, he’s comfortable taking on any role. He is definitely adaptable. Basically our boy has no problem switching if it’s what you want. If he did have a preference or to put it in percentages it’s about 60% dom 40% sub, but if you want him to tap into that 40% he’s gonna tap into it. Chan is a pleasure dom first and foremost, he’s going to make you cum as many times as you think you can and then some. He gets this wild look in his eye every time you cum, biting his lip and looking just a little bit dazed as you squeeze around him.
-Secondly, I’m sorry for the hard dom Chan enthusiasts but this is a soft dom Chan account. I think he’s a soft dom with some hard dom tendencies—again he’s very accommodating to his partner and as long as it’s within his limits he’ll do it. He’s much more praise centered than degradation and likes to let his partner know they’re being good for him. He wants to have you sitting pretty for him between his legs while he guides your head up and down his cock cooing if it’s just a bit too much for you to take🥺 willing to go into more detail if prompted
-I don’t think he is necessarily a fan of brats. I think if he loved you and you just so happened to be a brat then it’s not a problem for him, but I don’t think he exclusively seeks them out? He doesn’t give brat tamer energy. He’s soft for you but he’s also no nonsense in a way. I feel like a lot of his leader tendencies bleed over into the bedroom and he just expects good behavior. Like, if you’re acting bratty it genuinely shocks him in a ‘what kind of audacity’ kind of way. I think for truly bratty behavior he either ignores it until you realize it’s not going to work or he shuts that shit down so quickly.
-that’s where the hard dom tendencies tend to kick in, because Chan does not tolerate blatant disrespect. He doesn’t like being pushed. He’s the type to do a complete 180 on you if you’re genuinely being a little shit just for the sake of doing it. Like, his smile drops and his whole demeanor changes. He’s the type to look you dead in your eyes and be like “does it look like I’m laughing?” This more often than not results in a punishment instead of a funishment(within your limits ofc)
-But this is a last resort kinda thing, he usually tries to coax you back into being good with praise and rewards rather than threatening a punishment. If that doesn’t work he starts lowkey psychoanalyzing you. Once again he leader tendencies bleeding into his personal life, he starts asking if somethings the matter, if anything’s bothering you etc which usually solves the problem. But if none of that works and you’re acting out simply to act out, he simply does not tolerate that kind of behavior. It’s not how he’s wired.
-If Chan is subbing for you, he’s gonna be a good boy. It’s a bit harder to get him into a submissive headspace as he’s always taking care of others and never lets his brain shut off—but when he does go down, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever saw.
-he doesn’t sub often not because he doesn’t want to, because he does. He really does. It’s just really hard for him to turn his brain off and relinquish control. Domming is safe to him, because being in control is safe. if he’s in control, no one can disappoint him. He’s always been afraid of being too much and if he doesn’t let anyone see this side of him then he doesn’t have to face his fears.
-then he meets you, and his world crumbled down around him.
-our boy comes off as a service sub, he of course wants to make you feel good but also wants you to praise him and play with his hair when he’s giving you head. It’s hard for him to voice his needs at first when he’s subbing since his main priority is please my you. But once you get him on his back and straddle his lap, it’s like his brain does a factory reset and he becomes a pillow prince who just wants to sit there and take it.
-begs so prettily for you and makes the cutest little hiccuping cries when he cums. Tear stricken cheeks and burying his head in the crook of your shoulder. He’s a sight to behold. Always says thank you after every orgasm because he’s a polite puppy. He basically gets tunnel vision and his entire world orbits around you.
Hey guys! This one ended up being longer and a bit less lighthearted than my bang Chan one. I hope you guys still enjoy and leave a comment or reblog! I’m so grateful for the love my Bang Chan one received and my heart is full ♡
Felix 필릭스
-Felix is definitely a sweetheart in love, your situation was a love at first sight kind of thing. He’s a big believer in vibes and initial feelings so this boy trusts his gut. From the moment you first met he thought you were a person he could fall in love with, and he was right. Speaking to you was easy, hanging out was easy so falling in love with you was easy as well. He’s the type to give so much of himself and get so little in return, but meeting you changed that.
-every little piece of himself he offered to you, you matched that in earnest. He didn’t have to worry about spilling too much too soon and having that used against him—you never even gave him the chance to worry in the first place. Loving Felix was easy and being loved by him in return was nothing short of beautiful.
-the early part of your relationship was honestly just spent sitting and talking. Whatever activity you two had planned usually fell into the background in favor of deep conversations from anything about your goals, your fears, the world, etc. I can not stress how easy communication is with him. Not to say that you never bump heads, but you guys don’t argue, you talk. This relationship is definitely a safe space for differing opinions,annoyances,insecurities, etc. Because as long as you talk about it, you will be okay.
-And although you guys are chatty, Felix is our little loverboy. He is definitely going to take you on some fun dates. He is definitely going to pull out all the stops for you.
-your first official date was a picnic in a garden and he came ready to impress. Cute little wicker basket, picnic blankets, pillows, cutlery, doilies made of ribbon and lace. He wanted only the best for you. The weather was beautiful—he had double checked the night before—and you guys were there during a lull in the day so not many people out and about. You guys sat and ate and talked for hours, loud laughter turning into hushed whispers as the sky faded into sunset. He brought you home that night and kissed your forehead as a goodnight.
-Even though the communication was amazing he really didn’t know where the boundaries were physically. Usually with his bandmates he has no problem stretching himself across someone’s lap or blatantly just asking for attention, but he was still holding back around you. His hand would jerk wanting to hold yours or he’d space out in conversations thinking about how your lips felt against his.
-You were the one who initiated the first kiss. With a soft “can I?” you leaned in and you could just feel his body melting against yours like a dam bursting. You had no idea how long he’d been holding back on touching you simply because he didn’t want to ruin things. He knocked his forehead against yours in pure excitement and couldn’t keep the kiss for long since he was grinning teeth and all. Touches were still hesitant from that moment on but he was getting better at initiating.
-Felix is possessive in love—I know this sounds bad but hear me out. This man cherishes you deeply, you’re high on the list of his favorite people. He isn’t the type to shelter or be overbearing, he doesn’t even border on jealous really all that often.
-If he loves someone he is possessive over them, period point blank. This extends to family, friends, lovers, etc because if he’s going to love you he’s going to do so fully and our boy feels every emotion so deeply. He’s not going to let this suffocate you though, because first and foremost you are your own person and he respects that fully, encourages you to do things on your own and be apart from each other.
-but it is the little things when this possessiveness creeps in. You’re his baby, his darling, his love and honestly his heart flutters and his cheeks scorch when you use the same language to him. He doesn’t want it to be domineering and one way, he wants to belong to you just as much as you belong to him.
-A better way to describe this was reverence, he simply adores you.
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-I would be bold face lying if I said sex with Felix was anything short of intense. It can be daunting to have his full attention on you—this boy gets tunnel vision the minute you get naked—but fucking with Felix feels like worship. He can be overstimulating himself without even trying to be, since he’s giving you his full attention he wants yours on him in return.
-He’s big on eye contact, he wants to see you, really see you. He wants to know what makes you tick, what makes you gasp, what drives you absolutely insane. This is a test and he’s going to ace it.
-This first few times you two fuck feels like a storm. His eyes locked on yours, the room dim and nothing but the sound of your breathing and skin on skin.
-The best way to describe him would be frenzied, he wants to touch you everywhere, see everything and ends up overwhelmed rolling his hips into you with tears in his eyes. You feel so good around him and you sound so pretty that his brain kind of short circuits and the only thing he can think about is making you cum as hard as he can.
-but as well know, Felix is a man of duality. Once the newness of the relationship wears off, it leaves something softer in its place, something more comfortable.
-Felix is a giver, but he’s also a taker. His wants vary by the day or even sometimes by the hour.
-In the morning you’ll have him on his back, arms above his head begging to cum for you and by afternoon you’re being bent over the countertop, cheek pressed against the cool surface and being told to take it like a good little slut.
-He’s one our true switches with no lean. As long as you’re both feeling good, he doesn’t really care if he’s domming or subbing. It’s usually a good system for the both of you, no structured scenes and honestly just going by the vibes of the day. He does what he feels like. But sometimes you butt heads and you butt heads hard. Both of you feeling submissive is never really a problem.
-It’s when you both feel like domming. Moments like this are very much ‘may the best dom win’. This has led to many nights of mutual aftercare, cleaning scratches, applying ointment and cuddly baths together debriefing what you guys liked and what you didn’t.
-when you’re both feeling subby the room is filled with whimpers, wet kisses and soft pleas of wanting to cum and begging each other as you rut against each other’s thighs Felix is a crier and a hair puller
-Felix also gives experimentalist vibes so if something sounds interesting, he wants to try it. You two end up with a few new shared kinks and a toy chest.
-Yes this boy definitely takes the strap, he’s as self involved in his pleasure as he is yours. He’s not going to miss the opportunity to get railed over a little toxic masculinity. And if you don’t top, that’s fine. He’ll fuck himself on a dildo and make you watch him thighs quivering and all.
-Sex with Felix doesn’t always have to be penetrative. He doesn’t mind sitting between your legs cooing as he wrings orgasm after orgasm from you with a wand.
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