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magic trick — bang chan

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, fluff, smut!!!🔞

warnings: suggestive, stressed!chan, tired!reader, nipple play, oral fixation, bants, cuddles and nipple sucking idk what else to say

inspo: requested by anon! Also! just as a general request i have been thinking about needy chan w/ like an oral fixation?? like so much???? like he’d ask to suck on and play with y/ns nipples because it’s something that relaxes him. honestly it’s a win win for both parties it’s nice and very intimate it would be their thing

notes: i really can’t think of a better situation to be in than this one. thank you. rbs and feedback are appreciated 🫶🏻

{ wc: 2048 }

chan was stressed. that much was a constant.

he was always thinking about work and talking about work and answering emails and phone calls about work.

and it wasn’t that he neglected you—not at all. there was always time for you, and he made sure to remind you of that whenever you had even a sprinkle of doubt.

but it made you feel bad, even guilty, that you could never seem to find a way to help his stress. to relieve it even a little bit.

you haven’t been dating long, only a few months, so you were sure that one day you would learn what the magic trick was—but until then you were left to try all the different things that might ease his mind, even if just for a few moments.

your shift ended late, very late. there was too much to do and the thought of going home at your normal time was unbearable to your boss.

so you ended up getting to chan’s dorm a few minutes before midnight.

“hey, darling,” he said with a smile as he opened the door.

you tried being quiet as you took your shoes off by the door, but then you noticed there was still very loud music playing from one of the other rooms and all the lights were on.

“do you guys just never sleep?”

“night owls,” chan shrugged. he took your bag from you and walked you to his room.

his laptop was open, soundwaves all across it as his headphones sat by the keyboard.

“what were you working on?” you asked as you settled on his bed, crossing your legs under your body.

“just a melody that popped into my head. and then i started recording it and the beat just appeared. so i had to lay it down.”

you nodded with a smile. chan’s face always lit up when he talked about music, and so you made a point of asking him as many questions as you could about the subject, even though you knew next to nothing. sometimes you weren’t even sure how to ask your questions, thinking they’d surely come across as completely juvenile, but chan always smiled so brightly and explained everything in as much detail as you wanted. so it was so worth it.

“do you wanna keep working on it? i need a shower anyway,” you offered with a smile.

chan nodded, walking around his room to find the pair of sweats that were too small for him and have since became your spare pair, and a tank top.

you turned the fabric over in your hands and chuckled. “must you cut all your shirts?”

“it’s called fashion,” he scrunched his nose at you with a grin.

“it’s called showing too much skin,” you teased him.

“yeah,” he shrugged, “that’s why i gave it to you.”

you slapped his chest lightly, clicking your tongue at his flirtatious remark.

chan just smirked at you in response, leaning in to peck your lips.

“want me to get some food ready while you shower?”

“yes, please. literally anything, i’m starving,” you groaned. chan nodded firmly at you and pushed you towards the shower in his room.

after you washed your very long day away, you quickly put on the clothes chan supplied you with. he was very generous when he cut that tank top, and the sides of the shirt were completely gone. if chan was wearing it, there would’ve been no problem. in fact, you remember chan wearing this exact shirt once and you could so easily see the outline of his abs.

it was a great shirt.

but on you it meant you couldn’t possibly not wear a bra—and even though all you wanted after your long day was to rip the uncomfortable cups off you, you couldn’t. so you begrudgingly put the bra back on and headed to the kitchen.

chan kept his end of the bargain and prepared you some food while you were showering. only after you told him three times that you could eat alone and he should get back to working on his track, he listened and resumed his work.

you cleaned up your dishes (and maybe the two other cups that were already in the sink as well) and made your way back to chan’s room.

the dorm had settled down by the time you were done with your food, and most of the noise around the house was gone.

all you could hear as you entered the room was chan clicking at his mouse.

you softly wrapped your hands around his shoulders, careful not to startle him. he wore his concentrated face and his headphones, so you were sure he wasn’t even aware of your presence.

when he felt your arms around him he sighed, bringing one side of the headphones off.

“all settled now?” he asked, eyes still on the screen, fingers still tapping away on the keys.

“yeah. can we go to bed soon?”

“i, i’m not tired,” he said.

“you will be in the morning when you haven’t slept,” you reminded him.

“no, i’m too energised now, this is going really well,” he informed you with a smile.

you mirrored his smile, kissing his cheek softly.

“and it’s late now and you need to rest. come on,” you tried, standing up as you rubbed your thumb against his shoulder, “let’s find a way to get you to relax.”

he didn’t respond, moving a purple box on his screen to somewhere else. after that he saved the file, gave it a name (revolve - cb97) and turned in his chair to face you.

“okay, fine. i’ll cuddle you until you sleep and then i’ll keep going,” he sent you an angelic smile, to which you rolled your eyes.

“or i’ll cast a magic spell and you’ll finally learn how to relax and sleep.”

“doubtful,” he scrunched his nose again, laughing at his own words.

you shook your head at him.

the pair of you slid under his large blanket, your back finally telling you just how sore it was feeling from the day you had.

you groaned.

“are you comfy with your bra on?” chan questioned after he changed his lights to a soft purple—the led frame he had above his bed painting the whole room in its glow.

“no,” you whined, “but your tank top is too revealing i had to keep it on.”

“i mean, it’s just me here now. i’ve seen your tits before, yeah?”

“you’re always so romantic,” you joked.

“come on,” he laughed at you, “i just want you to have a good sleep.”

“or are you trying to get me naked?” you faked a gasp at him.

“i could get you naked in three seconds if i wanted to,” he countered, eyebrows raised. “but we both had a long day so i don’t think either of us are up for that.”

you nodded.

“right?” he made sure to confirm.

“yeah,” you sighed, “i would absolutely love to, but i’m too tired for that.”

“same,” he let his head fall into the pillow, “my brain is far too loud right now to focus.”

“that’s fair,” you nodded. then you sat up, reaching behind your back and undoing your bra easily. you chucked it to the side, letting out a big sigh as your skin breathed freely.

“i hate those things,” you grumbled.

“yeah,” chan said, his eyes fixed on the way your boobs looked from the side, peeking out of the fabric. “hate those things.”

“chan, please,” you whined, “don’t get horny on me, i’m exhausted.”

he laughed. “i just said i am too!”

“yeah,” you breathed out, “but now i took my bra off and you’re staring and soon enough you’re gonna get grabby and—“

“—hey!” he protested. he brought his hands to your hips, dragging your body closer to him.

“see?” you exclaimed.

chan laughed again, hiding his face in your neck as he moved one of his hands under the tank top.

“i’m not starting something, i promise,” he grinned at you, “i just wanna feel your warm skin.”

“that’s how it always starts,” you glare at him. it was hard to keep it up, however. as tired as you were, you didn’t mind at all when chan got handsy with you. his hands were always so big compared to your body, and oh so warm, and physical touch was something both of you loved.

so you grumbled just because it made him giggle, and his giggle was too precious not to do whatever it took to hear it.

“your hands are very warm,” you smiled softly, basking in the way his warmth moved up and down your middle, sighing once his hand settled on the hill beneath your breast.

“can i..” chan hesitated, “can i kiss?”

you puckered up your lips at him in response. chan leaned forward and pecked your lips, giggling as he pulled away.

“actually, i meant uh, can i kiss your tits?”

you laughed loudly. “sure, mr. isn’t gonna start something.”

“i’m not starting something!” he defended, lifting his tank top over your chest.

he didn’t say anything after that, instead leaning forward and planting kisses all over your chest.

somehow, you actually believed him. the way he kissed you was so different than usual.

not that you didn’t enjoy his lips all over your tits—but it was calm. he wasn’t desperate and eager, he wasn’t teasing and smirking. he was simply peppering kisses on your skin, the same way he did to the back of your hand when you watched a movie together.

he moved his body between your legs, settling on top of you, as his movements turned slower—from pecks to open mouthed kisses.

then he wrapped his lips around your nipple slowly.

you gasped at the feeling, hands wrapping around his shoulders, but even to your own ears it didn’t sound sexual. it was like a sigh of relief had finally left your body in a way you haven’t felt in months.

chan sighed into your skin, sucking on the bud slowly.

you looked down at him, his eyes softly fluttering as he simply rested his head on your chest, tongue lapping at your nipple tenderly.

you brought a hand into his soft curly hair, moving your fingers through the locks slowly.

“feels nice, channie,” you said, airily. all the stress you were feeling from the day was gone now, your mind concerned only with chan’s lips around you.

after a few more minutes chan started kissing away from your nipple, towards the valley between your breasts, making his way to the side he left unattended. then he repeated his actions, bringing your nipple into his mouth calmly.

his hands stayed on either side of your stomach, rubbing against your skin soothingly.

“feels so nice,” he said, voice slow and heavy. he rested his head on your collarbone, eyes shut.

“my head is quiet now,” he whispered. “everything’s so calm.”

“yeah,” you agreed, embracing the way the slight chill in the air clung to the wetness on your nipples. it woke you up, but only slightly. “so calm.”

“i could probably keep going until i fell asleep,” chan confessed, his words tired as he put more effort than usual into speaking. his bones had all but turned to jelly—a serenity around him that was usually so foreign.

“please, channie,” you hummed, brushing your fingers through his hair, “wanna fall asleep like this.”

chan sucked your nipple back into his mouth, humming happily as his tongue slowly and delicately flicked around it, his whole body placate on top of you.

chan’s eyes dropped shut every few moments. he tucked his head on your collarbone, hummed for a moment or two, and then kept going—his movements getting slower and slower the more he sucked on your nipples.

you weren’t even sure if you were awake, too engulfed by the warmth of his mouth and his body on top of you and the peacefulness in his sounds to notice where your consciousness had moved on to. chan felt the same—only focusing on sucking and licking and finally letting the thoughts in his head disappear for once.

you guessed you found the magic trick to calm chan down.

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sleepy newly weds ,,| b.c

a/n: I love the idea of sweet morning sex with channie <3 his morning voice and just how sweet and lazy it would be ahydwhjdjsje

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Channie and reader got married the day before, and after a long reception they didn’t get much sexual time together, so they waited til morning, f!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), sweet sweet love making with Channie at 8 am <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the pretty sunlight shining through your large hotel room window makes you smile as you slowly wake, the veil of sleep slowly uncovering the forefront of your mind.

then the memories flood back from last night, and it makes you smile more. Channie kissing you at the altar, in front of all your close friends and family, the boys wooping and cheering next to him, the way he held you close with his big arms, little happy tears streaming down both of your cheeks as you held his with your hands.

the reception where you danced together and drank and ate some yummy cake, courtesy of Chan’s mom. the dances you danced ranging from slow dances that led to sweet little kisses at the end, or fun square dances, or just songs you both like that had you dancing any way you want, free of judgement.

you sigh contentedly, shifting to snuggle comfortably into your blankets, holding the little wolf chan plushie that you’ve had since the two of you got together, even before that, when you were still young and just friends.

you feel a soft, warm breath against your shoulder, before the feeling of plush lips replaces it, landing a sweet kiss onto the skin.

you smile, and look back at the culprit, and your now-husband is sleepily smiling at you. you smile, which makes him smile more, showing off those adorable dimples.

he’s the first to break the comfortable silence. “good morning, my love.”

you reach a hand back to run through his dark locks, and he leans into your touch. “morning, channie.”

he leans forward a bit to place a little kiss on your cheek, then brings his right hand to find your left one, running his thumb over your fingers, smiling when he feels the stone of your wedding ring.

“can’t believe we actually did it, baby..” he sighs contentedly, kissing your shoulder and upper back.

you smile big, tearing up and remembering the night before. “I know.. shit, it doesn’t even feel real..” you bring your hand to find his left hand, and you feel the cool metal of his wedding band. a tear falls down your cheek, and you sniffle.

he notices quick, gently squeezing your hand and resting his chin on your shoulder. “shh, shh.. baby it’s okay.. don’t cry..” he kisses your shoulder, and brings his right hand down to rest on your hip. “besides.. we still haven’t finished all our activities, right?”

you flush, registering what he means. you wipe your tears, and look back at him, smirking. “oh, I guess we haven’t. wanna make up for it, channie?”

he grins, kissing right below your ear. “of course, baby girl. lift your leg up for me, yeah? I’ll take care of it all.”

you do as he asks, lifting your leg up, and he props it up with his knee. you didn’t wear any shorts or shirt last night, just wanting to sleep half-naked with your husband, so your just in your matching lingerie set.

he sighs. “so beautiful.. all for me..” he kisses your shoulder again, and runs his big hand down to your clothed core, running two fingers under the waistband to your clit, and he starts rubbing lazy, gentle circles on the bundle of nerves. you sigh softly at the pleasing touch, and he smiles, kissing your neck.

“gonna take my time today, yeah?” he looks at your pretty face, and you nod gently.

“we’ve got all day, channie..”

he nods, kissing your shoulder before sliding your panties down and tossing em off the bed. he brings his fingers that were once on your clit to your soaked entrance.

“aw, so wet, baby.”

you giggle, running your hand up and down his veiny forearm. he prods a finger into your entrance, sliding a long finger inside you slowly, and starts languidly thrusting his finger inside you.

you let out soft moans as he adds another finger, stretching you open just a bit as he thrusts. you turn your head back to look at him, and he smiles lazily before kissing you, drinking in all your pretty moans and sighs.

though, you whine when he removes his fingers, but the empty feeling in your cunt is replaced by his cock, sliding into you slowly.

“shit, baby girl.. still so tight..”

you moan lightly as he starts to move, thrusting slow and sweet.

he brings his left hand to hold your left hand, and his other hand comes to rest on your waist, gently squeezing it. you lean your head back against him and he peppers kisses onto your neck, the skin exposed for his indulgence.

after many sweet minutes of his thrusts into your cunt, his thrusts start to pick up speed, making you moan a bit louder.

“mmh- baby, gonna cum- want me to cum in this pretty pussy? gonna fill you up so good, always taking me so well..”

“please, channie, fuck, cum in me please.. fill me up, please-“

and not too long after, he stills inside you, spurts of his warm release filling you up and pushing you over the edge.

you both sigh, catching your breath and calming from your high. he presses sweet, love-filled kisses all over your shoulder and neck.

“I love you so much, baby.. could spend the rest of me life here with you..” he sighs against your neck, making you giggle.

“well, til death do us part, love.”

he smiles at that, pulling you in for a long, sweet kiss. you couldn’t ask for more.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

hope you enjoyed! sorry I’ve been so inactive, I’ll be on with requests soon!!

feel free to like/reblog, it’s greatly appreciated! <3

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୭୧ : @i92-93 !

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🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 ... 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, phone sex, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), masturbation, overstimulation, edging, praise, body worship, dry humping, degradation

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is absolute dog but i just can’t stop thinking about how hot chan and minho would sound like so please forgive 😭 reblog for a kiss, feedback is much appreciated!

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

extremely vocal, especially when it comes to praise

constantly tells you how pretty you look when you’re taking his cock so well <3

generally very soft and sweet during sex

can get really messy with it when he’s about to cum though

will sloppily groan into your cunt once your fingers tangle and tug on his hair, his own keeping your pretty folds spread open nice and stretched for him to fuck his tongue into - his other hand fisting around his dick and everything is just so filthy

he’s letting out the most vile moans while kissing your pussy, cum and spit dripping from his chin and every sound he lets out against you drumming against your folds and just edging you further and further towards orgasm

sometimes he wishes you could see how cock dumb you look in these moments :(

will always remind you how well you’re doing for him no matter how rough he goes with you, especially once he catches sight of those cute tears welling up in your eyes

let’s out a small tut and catches them on the pad of his thumb ever so softly, cock still fucking deep into and you almost wanna curse him out for being so soft with you while his dick is busy ruining your cunt

sometimes buries his head into your neck to muffle his own groans, wanting to hear how good he’s making you feel instead

his words come out extremely rushed and slurred when he’s about to cum

wants nothing more than to soak up your little whimpers and gasps and the cute little twitch in your face when you’re about to spill but he’s soso pussy drunk rn so don’t be surprised that he can’t stfu

“doing so well for me sweetheart, just hold on a little longer.”

“god you’re so pretty, wanna fill you up so bad.”

^ a personal fav of his!! he just loves how pretty you look when his cum is dripping past your folds and onto the sheets

the sight of his cum staining your skin really gets him going, you can’t change my mind

also loves the slight look of humiliation that takes over your face when you catch sight of it, crossing your legs in embarrassment but he’ll always be there remind you who you belong to :(

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

extremely mean with his words

especially when you’re sucking on his cock so prettily, he can’t help but get a little carried away and spew absolute filth into your ears

will tangle his hand in your hair, fucking his hips forward to force himself further down your throat and will literally laugh straight in your face once he hears you gagging around him

“aw, is it too much for you baby? i know you can handle it, you’re practically begging for it.”

“c’mon sweetheart, i know you just can’t wait to be filled with my cum so take it.”

has such a bite to his words but you can’t even find it in yourself to be mad at him when he’s fucking your mouth so well and good

let’s out the deepest grunts when he feels himself at the back of your throat and will only urge you to take him even deeper

even when you claim you can’t

actually kinda thrives when you try to resist and dig your pretty nails into his thighs, the sting making him hiss out and he’ll have no problem pulling you off his cock just to hold your jaw open and make you swallow his spit

cause ‘that’s the only thing little bitches like you deserve’ pls he’ll be so salty

gets r e a l l y loud when he’s about to cum

grunts, groans, curses and tugs on your hair until there’s tears stinging your eyes

sometimes when he’s feeling a tad nice he’ll feed you some praise

but he’ll have to be soso pussy drunk to do so cause he really just loves to treat you like the slut you are

“take it like a good girl.”

the closet thing to praise you’ll get out of this man istg

likes having phone sex with you whenever he’s on tour cause he’s able to get you off with just his voice alone and he gets such a kick out of it

fists his cock once your whines hit his ear, coming out all strangled and choked as you fuck your finger sloppily past your folds - only half listening as he talks you through your orgasm

“tell me how much you miss me and my cock baby, tell me how you wish i was there to stretch you out real good like you deserve.”

knows how much of an effect his voice has over you and just runs with it istg

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

whiney

when’s he’s domming you he won’t be very vocal though

maybe a tad demanding but that’s about it

literally just manhandles you and let’s out the occasional grunt against your flushed skin when his cock hits that spongy spot deep within your pussy - refusing to give into your begs and telling you to ‘take what he gives you’ 🤒

whenever he’s subbing you it’s a different story

he’ll be soso needy and it’ll show in his voice

can get really impatient when you tease him, rubbing your naked folds over the length of his hard cock just to push his buttons

and all he wants to do is force your hips down and finally take him until your pretty pussy is on the brink of being completely ruined

can be kinda bratty at the start, looking up at you with big eyes while his hands grab at your hips - silently begging you to finally sink down onto him and all he can do is pout once you continue to refuse

“c’mon baby, haven’t i been good for you? think i deserve to feel you around me by now.”

gets more desperate the longer you hold out

“p-please, i need you so bad sweetheart. don’t y-you need me too?”

and you wanna give in so bad and finally feel his thick cock pounding into you but the sound of him stumbling over his words so cutely and his whines only getting louder with each passing second you continue to tease him only made it more fun

the poor guy can’t take his eyes off your pussy so you eventually give in cause he’s just so pretty

throws his head back in the most <3 way

lips all bruised and loved on and the cutest whines breaking ripping past his throat as his hips fuck sloppily up into you, cock withdrawing fully only to fill you to hilt with every rut of his hips

sometimes gets clumsy with it and misses your hole every now and again with how eager he is to finally cum

and you just think he’s so adorable when he gets so embarrassed over it

tries maintain his whole ‘badboy’ reputation he has going for him but as soon as he gets the slightest bit of pussy withdrawals he’s turning into the whiniest mess ever :(

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

on the more silent side when he’s wrecking your cunt

kinda just wants to soak up all your cute begs and little gasps so he’ll hold himself back a lot

and we all know how much this guy loves to hear himself talk so it’ll be a challenge for him 😔✊

loves playing with you so much and works you up until you’re all hazy eyed and on the brink of tears

swears it’s his fav look on you

could practically eat up those little cries and sobs you let slip when he’s toying with your aching pussy, fingers rubbing at your swollen nub and cooing down at you so mockingly as you try to cover your glassy eyes from him

if you even try to quieten yourself down he’ll do anything to make you break

will be messily eating away at your sensitive cunt, humming lowly into your heat once your sweet taste hit his tongue

all disheveled hair and glaring eyes gazing up at your from between your thighs, savouring every stutter and twitch in your face

as soon as he sees your hand itching towards your face, clamping itself over your mouth to keep your pretty sighs hidden from his ears he’ll be so >:(

turd lowly after pulling away from you, the sight of your wetness covering his chin making you wanna hide away in embarrassment but his eyes were just daring you to make a move

slaps your cunt and says shit like

“let me hear you pretty girl.”

such sweet words filled with so much nastiness that it had you squirming under his stare

can be really into degradation too, especially when he’s been edging you for hours on end

just loves the frustrated furrow between your brows and the little pout that sits on top of those pretty lips of yours when you don’t get your way - knowing he’s not gonna give into you anytime soon

speaks to you so condescendingly that it makes you feel so small beneath him and you can’t even bite back

not if you wanna get dicked down that is

will continue until you’re squirming and begging for his cock and just loves how far he can push your until you’re on your knees crying that you’ll be good for him

“can’t even act like you’re not desperate for my cock for five fucking minutes huh?”

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

he won’t stfu istg 😭🤚

very much a whiner

begs will be dripping from his lips the moment he gets a mere glance at your pretty pussy

looks like he saw *god* each and everytime pls

very impatient but gets you off so well despite that

his fingers will be knuckle deep inside of you, curling them against your walls as his lips left open-mouthed kisses against your heat - sucking on your clit and being you to the edge of orgasm soso well

humps the bed sometimes cause he wants to be inside of you so bad and he just can’t help himself from whimpering out against your cunt with every soft roll of his hips into the mattress, desperate for some type of release :(

will mutter shit against you and you so badly wanna tell him to stfu but he’s eating you out like a starved man, tongue tracing your cunt and fingers pumping into your so clumsily that you can’t even wrap your head around the thought of even forming words atm

“just wanna make you cum, wanna be good for you.”

“you look so pretty, can’t wait to feel you hugging my cock.”

slurs his words a lot and literally can’t think straight when all he wants is to be buried deep inside you

whines, whimpers, and cries against the skin of your neck when he finally sinks into you - burying his head deeper into your shoulder to muffle his moans but you swear it does nothing to quieten this boy down

probably have the neighbours knocking on your door every morning complaining cause he’s so loud

he just can’t help it though :( you just always feel so good for him :(

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

big giver and very vocal

very much into body worship and praise so literally everything that leaves this guys lips will be the most endearing shit you’ve ever heard

and you don’t even know how to act when he’s like this cause it’s like,, bro,, that’s all well and cute but,, you’re currently balls deep inside of me???

and he’s just like :) i love u :) ur so pretty :)

“c’mon pretty girl, i know you can hold on for me. you’ve always been so good for me, you’re not gonna stop now huh?”

also extremely big into communication during sex

like he’ll literally be rearranging your guts and will just go

“are you okay baby? you sure it’s not too much for you? 🥺” with t h a t gaze and you just wanna melt right then and there

almost makes you forget about the cock that was currently stretching you out so well and good

more of a groaner than anything

THE DEEPEST GRUNTS !!

(sometimes whimpers when he’s about to cum but he’ll never admit to it)

extremely sensitive to even the slightest bit of touch will get this guy going

if you’re teasing him he’ll lose his goddamn mind

like you could be dragging your cunt against his cock, ignoring his begs for you to finally sink down onto him and he’ll be soso whiney about it with no shame

poor boy just wants to get his dick wet :(

always mumbles sweet praises when you’re done and calls you his good girl

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

so fucking vile with it

just likes seeing those pretty eyes of yours welling up with tears :(

the overstimulation of his nipping words and the cock that was drilling mercilessly into your tight cunt making you sob out against him and he’s eating every single whimper and whine up

100% the type to laugh straight in your face when you beg him to slow down, only for your hips to rut up against him like a bitch in heat as soon as he does

and you just so badly wanna punch him straight in his pretty face but you also wanna get dicked down so-

can get a little carried away sometimes though and doesn’t think before he speaks when his dick is fully seated inside your dripping heat

says shit like

“tell me why you deserve to cum and i’ll think about it.”

“aw, is my baby gonna cry? let me see those tears pretty girl.”

and you can’t even think about fighting back cause the way he’s twitching inside of you and kissing against your walls was all just too much

besides his mean words he’ll be mostly quiet with the occasional groan

mostly wants to hear how well he’s ruining you

as soon as your mouth is on him though he’s all over the place

groans, curses, fucking w h i n e s

and he hates it sm

becomes a tad nicer when his dick is in your mouth cause he’d rather cum thank you very much

“fuck your mouth feels so good, keep taking me like a good girl.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

gets extremely embarrassed during sex so he’ll hold himself back a lot

buries his face in your neck while fucking into you, muffling his moans against your warm skin

doesn’t really talk a lot except for the occasional

“so pretty for me baby, so good.”

and other shit you can’t make out cause he’s just mumbling all over the place and groaning between his words and just soso pussy drunk

just wants to hear how good he’s making you feel :(

definitely mumbles a lot and stumbles over his words the closer he is to spilling into you

furrows his brows and clenches his jaw real tight when he finally paints your plush walls in his cum, holding his grunts back and you so badly wanna tell him to relax but the way his cock was slowly softening inside of you and warming your insides with his thick cum dripping past your folds had you so cock drunk cock that you couldn’t even find it in yourself to do so

becomes so whiney when your cunt tightens around his dick, the overstimulation of having just came while you continued to milk him making him grip the sheets next to your head - whimpering into your neck and he’s soso humiliated but he can’t even find it in himself to care as begs continue to spill from his lips

10/10 the prettiest whines ever

the type to thank you after you suck his dick <3

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Nip piercing, pleeease?

nipple piercings ; boyfriend!stray kids' reactions

🖇—...boyfriend!stray kids' reactions to their s/o having nipple piercings.

✧.* 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ; smut, boyfriend!stray kids, established relationship, gn!reader.

✧.* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; minor language, general sexual themes, nipple-play.

bang chan—...

You didn’t tell him beforehand about getting your nipples done. And if you did, boy would he give you an earful.

When he saw them in person however, he was stunned—in a good way of course. He would have talked you out of getting such a risky piercing, but damn did it turned out looking hot as hell.

“Um…They— They looked nice.” He smiled shyly, hiding his reddened face with your shirt. It made him a little excited, if he’s completely honest. The metal shining under the bedroom light, bringing the focal point to your nipples.

"Did it hurt?" He questioned, gazing at the silver metal on your perked nipples.

You smirked, "Like hell, the girl who was doing it had to play around with them so she could get the angle right." Getting this piercing done was an interesting experience to say the least, it would be so much more fun if he was there with you. Maybe they might have him getting you up since he's your boyfriend.

The coldness gliding upon his lips as he kissed your chest, other hand toying with the metal on your nipple. Weirdly, this mix of temperature enhanced your sexual desires. Shit, you might be into temperature play?!

lee know—...

To be completely honest? He finds it pretty hot if you asked him. Though, he wouldn’t recommend you getting this piercing but he have to admit that you pulled it off well.

The fact that you didn’t reveal a word about having your nipples pierced, saving it until it was one of your more ‘intimate’ nights made it such a great surprise. He was making out with you like how he would usually eased you into the main course, slowly getting rid of your clothing. That was when his eyes met with two shiny metal on your nipples as he finally took off your shirt.

“Oh, this is new?” He was a little taken back by your bold move, teasingly yet curiously examining them in with his fingers.

You smiled, “Do you like them?”

Minho leaned down, laying his lips on your torso as he slowly moved down to your hard nipples. “You look pretty with them, baby.” Speaking while his hands began to knead them, drawing lewd sounds from your mouth.

changbin—...

At first, he didn't quite know how to react. He likes you, but doesn't really like that piercing in particular. And now you both came into one, it's just a bit much to handle!

However, after a while, he began to like it more. Every-time seeing it peeps out from under your shirt, he can't help but get a hard-on. You look so god-damn sexy with them on every-time he gets to see them in its entirety.

"I think you're starting to like them a little too much." You averted your gaze, trying not to make any loud noises. He kept touching your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt, kneading them gently between his fingers.

He grinned sweetly, "I don't know, they're just kinda fun to play with, especially when I get to tease you like this~" That's fair, you like gropping his buff chest so guessed this is payback.

hyunjin—...

That's quite...a reckless move for you. Sure, he support and everything but damn. He didn't think you would go this crazy, though, he isn't saying that he's any better. With the image he is going for himself, you two look more like a couple than you ever did.

"You're kinda bold for getting your nipples pierced." Hyunjin commented.

"Yeah, said the bitch who dyed his hair an obnoxious red." Immediately at each other's throats. Oddly enough, I think he would get it on himself if he wanted to.

han—...

You didn't tell him, he had to figure out for himself. While cuddling with each other on the couch during one of your movie nights, he got distracted midway through the movie when he kept staring at the thing poking from under your shirt. What is that? Did you recently developed a skin condition of some sort? He's a little concerned.

The thought doesn't leave his mind all throughout the next twenty minutes of the movie playing on the T.V screen. Finally, it got unbearable, he just have to know what that is! You felt shivers running down your spin, his thumbs was brushing against your nipples through your shirt.

"Jisung...? What are you doing?" You asked, even if he couldn't see your red blushing face, he could still tell from the bashful expression you have on your face.

Pulling his hands away in a panicked manner, "Sorry! It's just...there's something under your shirt."

In a very casual, as if it was not big news. "Oh that? I got my nipples pierced." Jisung was immediately taken back, wide eyes staring in a confused amazement.

"You need a better look?" You teased, gently grabbing his hands.

felix—...

He knew beforehand since you had personally asked him to come acompany you. Out of confusion and pure admiration, he went along. Felix might try to talk you out of it, even though he is all for 'your body, your choice.'

"Are you sure you want this? Do you need to hold my hand?" Bombarding you with questions regarding his concerns, while you were taking off your shirt as calm as ever.

He needed to hold your hand, he needed support more than you it seems. It was a quick process, two stabs and done. Though he was asked by the piercer to play around with your nipples to get it up, which he was embarrassed to do in front of an audience.

"You look nice!" He beamed like always, maybe it was because your were his lover so he is clearly biased, but he genuinely thought they were not too bad.

seungmin—...

“Like on your nipples?” Seungmin did understand what you say, he was just the very bit dumbfounded as he tried to digest the information you had sprung onto him. Should he stop you before you make a reckless decision? Or let you do whatever you please since it is your life anyways, and he isn’t paid enough to care too much?

You said nothing, simply lifting your shirt up for him to see. “Oh.” A word passed his lips, gazing intently at the shining metals that adorned your nipples.

Gradually, as you could see the tint of red surfacing on his cheeks till his ears. He had nothing to say, his mind had nothing to say. God, this was out of nowhere.

i.n—...

Put it away! Put the nipples away! When he said he wanted confirmation, your words are enough, there’s no need for showing him without a warning like that! Hiding his face behind his hands, he turned around with wanting to be respectful.

“Do you like them?” You smiled innocently, holding your shirt lifted. He looks so cute when he is embarrassed, you would like to tease him a bit more!

His whole face was entirely red, “If I say I do, will you put down your shirt?”

“Yes, compliment me now!” Replied to him, you toyed around with the metal piercings on your sensitive nipples in attempt to entice him.

The more he tried to hide himself, the redder he became. “They’re nice! They’re really nice!” He gave you a quick response, which of course didn’t satisfy you.

“You’re not even looking at them!”

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star-iy · 1 year

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headcanon on moving in together with skz???

MOVING IN WITH SKZ

BANG CHAN ♡

• doesnt let you lift a pinky

• “baby, you’re gonna hurt yourself”

• you sigh and continue to carry the boxes in (that he will let you carry)

• your clothes take up most of the closet but chan doesn’t mind

• “i take the right side of the bed”

• “whatever you want, baby”

• chan is the biggest sucker for you so he lets you place things wherever you want

LEE KNOW ♡

• lino just whines about how much stuff you have

• “baaaabe, why do you have so much stuff”

• “you’re forgetting that all these clothes and jewelry are literally gifts from you”

• realizes you’re right and turns it around on you

• “so what you’re saying is you don’t like being spoiled?”

• literally watches you unpack and put the stuff away

• but he’s cute and makes you dinner after!!

CHANGBIN ♡

• being the muscle-y man he is, he insists that he can carry 3 or 4 boxes at once

• “binnie, be careful”

• he scoffs and proceeds anyway

• you’re setting stuff down in another room when you hear a yelp

• you find your boyfriend hunched over claiming he pulled a muscle

• “i told you” you tsk, while walking over to him.

• both of you take a break and decide to finish the next day

HYUNJIN ♡

• exaggerates how much work he has to do

• “i’m helping you! so stop pretending its just you moving”

• you pout but continue to move the boxes to the room

• hyunjin wraps his arms around your waist from behind and apologizes

• “how about we take a small, tiny break?”

• being exhausted, you agree.

• you both fold clothes, sitting criss cross on the hardwood floor in a comfortable silence

HAN JISUNG ♡

• singing and dancing along to music, extra loud.

• “hannie, play stray kids! pleaseee”

• ji raps and sings along to all the songs, dedicating every song to you.

• lots of laughing and throwing around pillows

• snack breaks

• LOTS of snack breaks.

• barely get anything done but its fine :)

FELIX ♡

• helped you pack days before and organized everything

• treats all your stuff with privacy and ask before he moves something

• “is this okay for you” “do you need more space” “i can move that if you want”

• just the sweetest

SEUNGMIN ♡

• has everything organized and scheduled

• wants it done as quickly as possible

• moving around in silence

• pecks you on the cheek every once in a while

• “why are you so rushed, minnie :(“

• “love, i just want you and i to be together in the same home is all”

• seungmin is ecstatic once you guys are done

• “now lets cuddle”

JEONGIN ♡

• literally forgot to make room for your stuff

• “oh my gosh baby im so sorry”

• your boxes will be splayed out everywhere

• poor jeongin wants to make up for forgetting so he’s running around to make room

• in the process he’s just making a bigger mess

• “relax, innie”

• you kiss him and encourage him to take a break while you handle it

hope you guys like it <3

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SKZ reaction to your lesbian/gay parents

Warnings: None!

♡ Bangchan ♡

SUPER STOKED ABOUT IT.

He had a smile on his face the entire time you guys drove over there.

As soon as you step foot on your parents doorstep, the door swung open. Revealing both of your moms.

“Welcome home guys!” Your biological mom hugged both of you.

“You must be Bangchan!” Your other mother says, bringing out a hand to shake his.

“Yeah! You can call me Chris. I’m so happy that I got to finally see you guys!” Bangchan smiled like a little boy in a candy shop.

Your biological mom was bi-sexual at first, but after your dad left you and your mom because she was bi-sexual, she met a co-worker.

You didn’t have a father growing up. But you were grateful having a father figure in your life which was your other mom.

♡ Minho ♡

You guys were out shopping until you bumped into your dads.

“Our little Y/N/N! (Your NickName). Your other dad brings you in for a tight bear hug.

“Oh yeah! This is my boyfriend, Minho.” You introduced your dads to him.

“So this must be the famous Lee Know! Boy, he’s very handsome!” Your biological dad compliments.

Your mom and your dad split up when you were 14.

Every since you found out about your biological dad having another lover as the same gender, you supported him and was happy for your dad.

♡ Changbin ♡

Both of your moms were moving into a new house.

Of course they didn’t have much hands to help, they asked for yours and Changbin’s help.

“Thank you for helping us! Y/N, you picked a good guy!” Your other mom snorts.

“What do you mean?” You chuckled.

“Well, I’m sure you can’t pick up heavy things! Changbin got muscles!” Your mom joked, causing all of you to laugh.

Your biological mom got a a donor to conceive you with your other mom.

You didn’t even ask questions about it!

♡ Hyunjin ♡

The boy was a bit shocked that you had two dads.

You didn’t really mention them before in front of him.

You all were at a restaurant, talking about random things.

Hyunjin felt comfortable around your dads.

Your dad just met your other dad a few years ago. While you were out and about with Hyunjin.

♡ Han ♡

What a cutie!

Han has spoke with your moms over the phone a couple of times but never actually got to meet them.

You guys planned a way to hang out and stuff.

Your biological dad passed away when you were just a baby because he had a tumor.

But your biological mom was happy again after she found your other mom.

“I heard you’re a prankster!” Your other mom says.

“Ahh, yeah. Did Y/N tell you?” Han laughed.

“We used to do pranks on each other all the time! I got good ones if you ever want to try them out!” Your biological mom gives him advice.

♡ Felix ♡

It was Sunday and your dads invited you guys out to cook out.

Let’s just say that Felix got along very well with both of your dads.

“I heard you guys used to be in a underground dance battle.” Felix spoke.

“That was a long time ago! I can’t dance like you guys now, I’ll break my back!” Your biological dad joked.

Your biological dad had a rough marriage with your mom, basically a failed marriage.

You don’t even talk to your mom because she did you and your bio dad lives a living hell.

But Felix knew that, he never brings it up!

♡ Seungmin ♡

It was during tour.

You and your moms were brought behind the stage after their concert.

“Your guys’ performance was beautiful!” Your other mom praised.

“Thank you! You must be Y/M/N and Y/O/M/N (Your Moms Name and Your Other Moms Name).

“Yes! And you’re that savage boyfriend that our daughter has! Did you know she was savage too?” Your bio mom winked. Causing your face to turn red from embarrassment.

Your bio mom just got married to your other mom.

So you brought them to one of your boyfriends concert for their honeymoon.

♡ Jeongin ♡

It was Christmas!

Your dads came over to give you and your boyfriend presents for the special holiday.

“Merry Christmas, to our future son-in-law?” Jeongin reads the card before opening the present.

“What? Don’t look at us!” Your dad laughs.

“No! It’s okay! I’ll be happy to be your son-in-law!” Jeongin gleamed.

You all spent your day spending time with each other.

Your bio dad cheated on your mom with his now-husband when you were a child.

You were kind of upset but not at the same time. But you knew your mom and dad used to fight every single second. It bothered you until not anymore.

I kind of suck at these! But I do my best!

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family man

pairing: seo changbin x fem reader

genre: fluff, smut, ex-idol au – MDNI

synopsis: a look into changbin's family life - as husband and father.

warnings: established relationship, smut, husband changbin, father changbin, pregnancy, all skz members 'retired' from being idols, body insecurities, post-maternal body (weight gain, stretch marks, etc), mention of periods, pet names, fingering, oral sex (m + f rec), edging, breeding kink, unprotected sex (piv)

words: 7k ~ (7086)

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

family life. it wasn't something seo changbin thought of or considered; until he met you. debuting as an idol early on, he thought he was destined to be single and not have a family. of course, he loves and adores his job, that much is seen via the passion he puts in plus the x amount of hours. however, that nagging feeling he felt when he saw couples pushing a stroller with a newborn made him wonder if he wanted to be an idol forever.

he never considered himself to be a family man. his members have told him numerous times that he is a very caring, kind and observant person. he soon started to wonder what his life would be like if he was a husband and a father.

what would his baby look like? would it be a boy or girl? would he or she have his eyes, nose, mouth? would he or she grow up and want to follow in his footsteps, or would they want to take a different direction in life?

if he had a daughter, he wouldn't mind her dressing him up in pink tiaras, painting his nails and putting on make-up. calling her daddy a princess whilst playing tea parties with stuffed animals. if he had a son, he would teach him how to kick a ball around a field, play with toy cars and plastic trucks whilst pretending to be a builder, hammering plastic nails with a plastic hammer, pretending to fix things together. as they grow older, he would support them in their life choices. wherever the path of life takes his children, he will be there pushing and encouraging them gently, whilst guiding them in the right direction.

he never considered himself to be a family man; until he met you.

the light of his life. his heart and soul. you set his soul on fire all from a single touch. fallen head over heels for you, he would do anything and everything for you.

it started off small and light. a few texts here, a few calls there before it escalated into video calls that would last until the next day. falling asleep on call with each other soon became a common thing between you both, especially seeing as he was on tour a lot. changbin soon found himself thinking about you and only you to the point that it started to affect his work.

chan didn't mind, in fact, he loves seeing his members so smitten and in love. he wants what's best for his members because they are also his family, however, chan had to let it be known that changbin would have to try and separate work from home. not to be mean or to disregard his feelings, quite the opposite actually.

you're not an idol. you're just a normal person with a 9 to 5 job and bills to pay. having you in the public eye was the last thing on chan's and changbin's mind. changbin knew chan was right, he always is.

weeks turned to months. you and changbin were very close. you tried to keep it a secret but nothing is a secret when there's hidden reporters and paparazzi. the hype soon died down though once people realized that you and changbin are in this for life.

changbin soon started to get accustomed to your life because he spent so many days and nights with you, he picked up on your habits and routines. he knows that you need a cup of coffee to start off your mornings. he knows how toasted you like your toast and how much butter you like on it.

he was there for you 24/7 and if he wasn't by your side, you were always on his mind. it soon got to the point where, being boyfriend girlfriend just wasn't enough for him and for you.

you both have spoken about marriage before as well as starting a family. changbin stated that he would retire from being an idol if you ever got pregnant, claiming that he didn't want his child to be in the public eye and be subjected to it.

of course, as soon as he asked you to marry him, a few months later you presented a positive pregnancy test to him. shock, excitement, anticipation, worry - so many emotions were felt all at once by changbin.

he's going to be a father.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“how are my two favourite girls?” changbin hums softly as he walks to you with a spring in his step. you look up at him, smiling warmly at your new husband. cradling your newborn close to your chest as she nurses from you, changbin bends down and kisses the top of your head gently.

it has just been a few days since you gave birth and the new title of mother father. you gave birth to a healthy baby girl, with thick curly hair and eyes just like her father's. you're sore and tender, your body shocked at the sudden impact of giving birth. you hoped for a smooth birth however, your daughter was too comfortable, refusing to come out and be born into the big world; not like you can blame her.

under strict instructions of the nurses and midwife, you've been told to take it easy. which, in your opinion, is hard to do when you have a newborn that's completely dependent on you. you do have changbin by your side though and you just know he is going to be an absolute diamond.

“we're doing just fine binnie.” changbin situates himself next to you on the sofa, smiling so bright, the sun is jealous. a look of fondness and pure love radiates in his eyes and features as he gazes at the two people he treasures with his whole life.

“i can't believe we made this sweet thing.” changbin whispers, stroking his daughter's thick curly black hair that she's clearly inherited from him. you chuckle, humming softly.

“neither can i, binnie. not going to lie though, it feels like it's all happened so fast.”

“what do you mean baby?”

“well, as soon as we found out i was pregnant, we got married instantly. after the marriage, it feels like i blinked and boom! here she is.”

“is that a bad thing?”

“nono! of course not! it's magical if anything. im more than happy to have a family with you, binnie. you're the perfect father to our daughter.”

“i still can't believe i've left all that behind.” it’s been a few years since changbin retired. the members all agreeing to do the same; it's not the same if it's not 8. the rest of the members either decided to continue working in music or to pursue their dream jobs before they became an idol.

jeongin became a kindergarten teacher, hyunjin a famous artist, his art being displayed in museums as well as being sold for thousands. seungmin decided to open up his own coffee shop. felix now does professional modeling. minho a famous chef whilst jisung and chan decided to work together and start a school for teens and adults that want to learn about music.

life has been quiet for all the members since they retired, however, you're just glad that everyone stays in contact with each other and manages to do regular hangouts.

“do you miss it, binnie?”

“yes and no. i miss performing, miss the fans and even the chaos of it all. damn, i even miss the sleepless nights.” changbin chuckles softly, watching you cradle his daughter.

“be careful what you wish for darling. i'm sure our little one will give us plenty of sleepless nights as well as keep us on our toes.”

“ya think?”

“she is your daughter after all, bun.” changbin beams. his heart and pride swelling. he has everything he could possibly want and more.

“what do you think she will grow up to be like? think she will follow in my footsteps?”

“maybe. or maybe she will choose a different path in life. either way, she has us to help guide her.”

“as well as chan, jisung...” changbin chuckles. you nod, looking fondly at your little bundle of joy.

“i can't believe it bun. i can't believe it actually happened. it all feels like a dream.”

“neither can i darling. i never thought i could or would be a family man, yet here i am. completely smitten by you both.”

“want to hold her?” changbin bites his lip gently, unsure of what to do. “you won't hurt her, bun. I promise.”

changbin gives you a small nod, sitting flush against the back of the sofa. you gently place the small human in his arms, changbin's eyes filling with tears of joy.

“dont forget to support her head. there we go.”

“she's so–”

“perfect.” changbin nods, a few tears falling down his cheeks. he gingerly strokes her thick hair, gently bopping her small nose.

“hi sweet thing.” he whispers, watching the way his daughter's face scrunches up and her tiny hands open and close into fists. he gently presses his finger against her palm, watching the way her fingers automatically wrap around it.

changbin looks up at you, a smile so bright it blinds you. your heart swells with love, threatening to burst from your rib cage. if you weren't so sore from giving birth, you'd be jumping for joy right about now.

“i have to take a photo. this is just so precious and cute.” you take your phone, snapping a photo of changbin's finger being held before taking a photo of them both together. you send both pictures in the group chat, your phone blowing up with messages.

you [13:00]: [2 images sent] too cute not to send to you guys ;(( hope you're all well!! ‹3

jisung [13:35]: omfg. isn't that the cutest thing ever!!! 🥺🥺

jeongin [14:56]: who would have thought that changbin would look good as a father?!

minho [15:54]: we have to come see all three of you one day y/n. we hope you're resting and healing well. I'll stop by one day and drop off some pre-cooked meals! 🍜

chan [16:01]: im so proud of you both. congratulations once again! i agree with min, once you're feeling healed and better, I think we should all come around and have a lil catch up! 🖤 meet the lil bundle of joy! 👶🏼

you smile at the supportive words from the members, feeling blessed that not only do you have a loving husband, a beautiful daughter but also good and caring friends. you feel as though your life couldn't get any better or perfect. everything you have is right at home and you wouldn't have it any other way.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you let out a deep sigh as you look at your reflection in the full length mirror. dressed in a maternity bra and briefs, changbin is finishing up in the bathroom leaving you to look at your reflection and reflect on your new body.

your body has changed. you're still healing from giving birth, your body slowly getting back to its usual shape, however, your post maternal body isn't what you're used to.

your breasts and stomach have stretch marks on them. nipples sore and swollen from nursing your baby. a small pouch still evident from carrying your child. your thighs and hips also showing stretch marks, hip dips, tummy rolls and thick thighs; all from the sudden weight gain.

you're happy you have a little bundle of joy but you can't help but feel a little insecure about how drastic your body has changed in such a short time.

you partly think it's because you didn't have time to get used to the sudden changes that you feel like this. not only that but you're tired. dark circles and bags under your eyes from having to wake up every two hours to nurse your baby.

tears fill your eyes as you nitpick each area of your body. stretch marks here, stretch marks there. you look and feel like you've aged a couple of years. your mind and body exhausted.

it's all so new to you and you're worried that your husband will not like your new body. it's eating away at you, feeding on your insecurities.

you squeeze your tummy rolls gently before tracing your finger over the deep stretch marks. so fixated on your reflection that you fail to hear changbin approaching you from behind. tears slowly fall down your cheeks as you let out a small sob.

your eyes widen a little as a pair of strong arms suddenly wrap around you.

“you're beautiful, my darling.” changbin whispers.

“but my body..”

“doesn't define you.” he softly states. he looks at you via the reflection, watching how your eyes scan every imperfection.

“but i'm so… big.” you whisper, voice small and tiny. “i have marks.. i've gained weight. it's all so much bin..”

“i know my love. i understand that it's hard to take in, especially after what your body has been through.”

“what if you don't love me anymore.. what if my body disgusts you.” you choke out, the feeling of your insecurities making you gasp for air and overwhelming you. changbin hums softly, spinning you on your heels so you're facing him

he holds your face gently in his soft, yet coarse hands. your bottom lip quivers, tears falling down your cheeks.

“i love you for you. your body doesn't define you my love. you have given me everything and more. i would never ever find you disgusting or repulsive. you're the light of my life yn. i couldn't be any prouder of you for what you have done and are doing. you're a fantastic mother. each day i wake up thinking if all of this is a dream because i have such a perfect life right now.”

“bin…”

“you're my heart and soul. you're a part of me. your body is beautiful and you shouldn't think any different of it. i understand it's a huge change that's happened so suddenly, but darling, you should be proud of who you are, of this body that you have. flaunt it. wear whatever you want. you shouldn't care about what others think because you do this for you and no one else.”

“but what if you don't want to be intimate with me anymore..” changbin lets out a soft chuckle, wiping away your tears.

“that will never be the case. i find your body, mind, and personality attractive. i don't just love you for your body, darling. i love you for you.”

“its just, too much.. that's all.” you mumble. changbin gently pulls you into his broad chest, holding you tight.

“i know my darling, but we will get through this together. whatever you want, just tell me and i will try my best to give it to you. to make you feel like you again. just remember that i love you, yn. i love you so so much and i’m proud of you for everything you've been through and are doing.”

“thank you, bun..”

“don’t thank me, yn. just promise me you'll come to me when you feel like this.” you nod slowly. the weight of your shoulders lifting. the warmth of changbin and his soothing words provide you with comfort.

you're safe.

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“can you say dada?” you chuckle from your seat, watching changbin make goofy faces and encourage his daughter to speak. you put your dinner on your fork, watching changbin make aeroplane noises and putting the spoon of baby food in his daughter's mouth, occasionally scooping the spillage with the side of the spoon.

“she will say it in due time, bun.” changbin looks at you and pouts, making you awe.

“but I want her to say it now.” changbin huffs.

“you've never been the most patient of people, that's for sure.” you laugh softly. small, cute babbles from the side as your daughter slaps her hands against the highchair tray. changbin eats some of his food before scooping up more baby food onto the spoon.

he repeats the same process, sulking when she fails, once again, to say “dada”

“did you see hyunjin today?” you ask, setting down your cutlery before wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin.

“i did. his art is just breathtaking. he's really improved.”

“did you get a sneak preview of any new art?”

“sadly not. although, he’s invited us to his art show next week! it's being held in town so it wouldn't be too bad for the little one. if that's ok, of course.”

“of course it is bun! i adore hyunjin's art. it's so beautiful. honestly, i wouldn't mind having a piece of his artwork to hang up somewhere. i'd even pay if needed.”

“that would make hyunjin very happy. he takes pride in his work. he told me that he values your opinion more than anyone else's, including critics.”

“really?!” your eyes widen a little. changbin nods, turning his attention to his daughter but maintaining the conversations with you.

“really.”

“but why? i don't have any knowledge in that area.”

“he told me it's because you're raw in what you say. you say how it is. if you don't like something, you'll say. remember when he showed you that oil painting for sunflowers and you told him you didn't like the colours because it looked dull and washed?”

“yeah. it was a pretty painting but the colours looked too grey and boring. it didn't look alive.”

“well, he scrapped the whole thing and started again with it from scratch.”

“wait, really?!” changbin laughs and nods.

“really darling. i told you, he values your opinion as does everyone else in the group.”

“what do you mean?”

“that meat dish minho was experimenting with? you tasted it and told him it tasted off, something was missing from it and the presentation looked dull. he changed the whole concept of it. the outfit lix sent in group chat, he changed the whole idea of it because you said the colours made him look sickly. people value you just as much as i do, y/n.”

“wow..” you whisper, sitting back in your seat “i didn't realise.”

“to be fair, they did tell me not to tell you so uh, you didn't hear it from me.” changbin chuckles.

“of course bun. your secret is safe with me.” you wink, laughing softly. your daughter laughs with you, babbling away and joining in on the conversation despite her being too young to fully understand.

“such a cutie.” you hum, standing up to take yours and changbin's plate away. you walk to the kitchen, washing the dishes as changbin continues feeding the little one.

“dada.”

you spin on your heels. soap suds up to your elbows as changbin looks at you in disbelief.

“did she just..” you ask, wiping your hands on a tea towel.

“i-i think so..” changbin gives you short blinks, his heart thumping heavily against his rib cage. he hopes he didn't mishear his daughter call his name, so he tries again.

“what did you say, sweetheart?” he asks, placing down the spoon. his daughter giggles and babbles, drool bubbling and spilling down her chin as she claps her tiny hands together. changbin gives a small smile, feeling a little defeated.

maybe he did mishear her.

“daaada.”

“oh my gosh.” you whisper, tears filling your eyes. changbins head shoots up, his own eyes filling up with tears and trickling down his cheeks. you take the opportunity to take out your phone and record the sweet and memorable moment between father and daughter.

your daughter continues chanting dada like a mantra, changbin feeling like his body is going to burst from all the love and happiness he is currently experiencing. he gently wipes away his tears, smiling lovingly at his baby girl.

he wipes her mouth clean from drool and food before picking her up and out of her highchair. her hands wrap around his finger as she jumps up and down on his thick thighs.

“i can't believe it. i'm her first word!”

“im so proud bun.” you softly sob.

“i'm still in shock. how is this even possible.”

“she thinks the world of you baby. she's a true daddy's girl, we all know that.” your daughter stops jumping on changbin, a soft small yawn escaping. changbin coos gently as he picks her up and walks to the living area with her.

he situates himself on the sofa, holding his daughter close to his broad chest where she nuzzles into him. her tiny fist bundling up his t-shirt as her eyes slowly close. he kisses the top of her head before singing her a soft lullaby.

“yeah. she really is my girl.”

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“daddy! you're such a pretty princess!” changbin laughs softly, humming as his eyes are currently closed. his daughter wanted to play dress up and considering that you're out shopping in town, he has the (un)fortunate job of being a princess.

she drags a eyeshadow applicator over his eyelids, bright blue eyeshadow mixed with neon pink sitting on his skin.

“daddy. make a kissy face!”

“like this?” changbin puckers his lips and flutters his lashes to which she giggles at.

“noooo.” she whines. “like one you make with mommy!!”

“ahhh. okok, i got you princess.” changbin laughs softly, puckering his lips as she drags some lipstick, in the shade pink, across his lips.

“pretty!!” she grins, clapping her hands excitedly. “here daddy.” she hands him a tiara to which he takes off her and places it on his head. he watches his daughter's eyes light up, excitement rushing through her small body.

“ok! now it's uncle ji and min's turn.” she turns her attention onto the two men. jisung happily shuffles forward whilst minho is a little more reluctant which makes changbin laugh.

“what's up min? don't want to play princess and tea-party with us?” changbin flutters his lashes to which minho stifles a laugh.

“of course he does! he loves playing princesses. especially with the little one.” jisung says, smirking as she focuses on putting on purple make-up on jisungs cheeks and eyes.

“i want to make uncle min the prettiest of princesses!”

“oh yeah? what colours do you have in mind?” jisung asks. he watches her rummage through her dress-up chest and make-up, fishing out the pinkest of pinks. changbin presses his lips together in a thin line in an attempt to silence his laughter that's currently threatening to burst free.

minho clears his throat, pushing his pride and dignity to the side. this isn't the first time changbin's daughter has dressed him up in pink. he went weeks with pink nail polish that refused to come off, make up and tiaras is nothing to him, however; he has a better idea.

“that's a pretty pink.” minho hums, shuffling forward so he is sat next to a 'nicely' dressed jisung. changbins daughter looks up and beams brightly at minho. “however, with all these princesses, who will be the prince?”

her brows knit together in thought. she bites her lip, looking at jisung and changbin.

“i don't know.” she mumbles, chewing her bottom lip gently.

“i could be a prince.” minho suggests. she watches him with her bright and beady eyes as he stands up, giving her a formal bow before kneeling to her level. he gently takes her hand, kissing the back of it sweetly. she giggles, nodding her head fast.

“uncle min is the prince!”

“but what about your daddy?” changbin sulks. she simply huffs and brushes off his question.

“uncle min is the prince. he is pretty looking too, like a prince.” minho gives changbin a smug smirk, changbin mouthing swear words causing the male to laugh.

“princes are overrated anyways. being a princess is where it is at.” jisung states. minho and changbin look at each other, struggling to hold their laughter at the sight of a purple looking jisung. his eyes and cheeks covered in purple eyeshadow, purple and blue lipstick smeared along his lips.

“you look–” minho struggles to say without spluttering.

“beautiful.” changbin finishes, tears filling the corners of his eyes. jisung grins, clearly unaware of what he looks like, however, he doesn't mind in the slightest. he loves playing dress-up. truth be told, he has been feeling a little jealous lately of changbin. to jisung, changbin has the perfect life and that's a life jisung wants for himself.

soon after, you walk through the door, shopping bags in hand. just as you were about to announce yourself, you heard a high pitched squeal. you drop your bags, taking off your shoes and walking to where all the commotion was.

you lean against the door frame, watching your husband crawl around on all fours with his daughter on his back whilst occasionally neighing. minho and jisung sipping pretend tea out of plastic cups, pinky fingers sticking out. your daughter is laughing, red in the face and warm from all the excitement. she looks up, beaming happily at the sight of you.

“mommy!!” she screams excitedly. all three men look up at you. a look of shock flashes across your face as you chuckle to yourself at the sight of changbin and jisung.

“what's going on here then?” you say as you walk towards everyone.

“daddy is giving me a ride because he is my horse and uncle ji and min are having a tea party together because uncle min is going to ask uncle ji for his hand in marriage.” jisung and minho’s eyes widen as they look at each, indicating that this is the first time they’ve heard something like this.

“my. don't you have a wild imagination. wonder where you get it from.” you giggle, glancing down at your husband. his make-up melting off his face at this point.

“seems like you're all having fun without me.” you pretend to sulk. your daughter gets off changbin's back, rushing towards you.

“no mommy! you join in!” she takes your hand, pulling you to the center. you sit down, holding your daughter's hand gently.

“are you going to make mommy a princess too?”

“no. mommy is going to be a queen.”

“but who will be my king?”

“me!”

“but you're a princess darling.”

“but, I want to be mommy's king..” her voice lowers, sounding soft and pouty as her lips form in a pout. you coo at her, kissing her cheek gently and humming.

“ok darling. you can be mommy's king.”

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“b-binnie.” you pant heavily against his lips. he lets out a small growl and hum, attacking your lips in a messy and sloppy kiss.

tongues and teeth clash and collide, saliva mixing and spilling and breaths are exchanged. he's hungry for you, that much is evident in the way his fingers are buried knuckle deep inside your wet cunt.

your back against the wall, clothes half on, half off. you dropped your daughter off at changbin's parents for the weekend meaning you and changbin have the place to yourselves; and he cannot wait to devour you.

“want you. need you.” he mumbles, body pressed flush against yours as he drives his fingers in and out. your legs shake, feeling weak at the suffocating feeling of pleasure that's consuming your body.

“we haven't.. even made it through the hallway.” you mumble against his lips.

“dont care. want to fuck you, feel you. want to breed you.” his words dripping with lust and hunger. his erection pressing against your thigh. “gosh, you feel so warm around my fingers.”

“it’s been a while, bun.”

“it really has..” you trail your hand down his chest to cup his erection. he bucks his hips against your hand as you palm his length, occasionally tracing the outline of his size with your fingertip.

“i want this bun. i want this deep inside me, filling me up to the hilt. i want you to ruin me.” you purr against his lips, hormones and adrenaline clouding your mind.

changbin shudders, his fingers curling against your walls. you unbutton his jeans, pulling down the zipper to fish his cock out from its restraints.

his skin is hot to the touch, painfully hard and pre cum coating his tip. you wrap your hand around his length, pumping him slow and steady.

“ah shit.” changbin mumbles. he kicks his head back, exposing his neck to you which you take advantage of. you press your lips against the skin of his neck, biting, kissing and sucking on his tender spots. his cock twitches in your hand, his fingers coming to a stand still inside you as his focus shifts on nothing but the pleasure you're giving him.

“my gosh yn. i just..” changbin pants.

“what do you want bun? tell me.” changbin's eyes flutter open, his fingers slipping out off you.

“mouth.” he whispers. you hum, slowly lowering down onto your knees whilst maintaining eye contact with him. you part your lips to allow your tongue to slide out and lick a long, wet strip from base to tip. the taste of his salty pre cum hits your tastebuds making you shudder.

you grip onto his base, slowly pumping him as you swirl your tongue around his tip. you gather some spit in your mouth, looking up at changbin before spitting on him.

“shit..” his voice is nothing but a mere whisper. brows knitted together as he chews his bottom lip. he gathers your hair up in his hand, gently tugging as your eyes flutter shut. you wrap your lips around his veiny cock, engulfing half his length in the warmth and wetness of your mouth.

changbin lets out a shaky growl, head kicking back. his toes curl against the floorboards as his grip on your hair tightens. you focus on setting the right tempo, matching your sucking with your hand. your tongue strokes the underside of his penis, the sides stroking your cheeks.

you lightly graze your teeth along the skin as saliva naturally builds up in your mouth. you let it spill from the corner of your lips, soft vibrations of your moans hitting his skin causing ripples of pleasure to rush up and down his spine.

changbin whimpers and moans, fingers raking through your hair and massaging your scalp. he's vocal, telling you how good you are, how good he feels. incoherent babbles and sentences falling past his lips. his mind failing to catch up due to the heavy feeling of lust and hormones.

“missed this. missed you. fuck, i'm so in love with you.” changbin mumbles, his chest heaving up and down due to his laboured breathing.

you cup his balls in your hand, rolling them around and gently playing with them as you push his cock further down your throat. changbin stutters, mind going blank as he watches and feels his cock disappearing and stroking your throat. you let out soft whimpers, the ability to breath being a struggle due to his size and girth.

“b-baby..” your eyes flutter open to look up at changbin. beads of sweat roll down his temples, his hair slowly curling due to his sweat coating the tips of his hair.

you stay still to allow changbin to bask in the tightness of your throat. changbin tugs at your hair gently, his balls tightening and cock twitching.

“baby.. i'm close but i don't want to cum.. not yet anyways..” you slowly pull away, a string of saliva connecting to your lips as his cockhead as you slowly pump him.

“no?” you question.

“n-no..” he grunts, “want to last and save all my cum for when i'm inside you. i want to breed my baby..”

“bun, are you purposefully edging yourself?” you smirk as his cheeks flush red. he nods slowly. “why bun? i know you're capable of having more than one orgasm.”

“i like–fuck.. i like how it feels.”

“and how does it feel? tell me baby. tell me how it feels.”

“painful, but good painful. it makes me sweat, makes me feel so good and submissive.”

“do you want to be edged baby? shall we edge you tonight and make you save all your cum to dump inside of me?”

“yes! fuck yes! oh please yn..”

“ok bun.” you purr, licking his red and sensitive cockhead. his moans sound strangled, caught in his throat as your tongue swirls around him. he gently pushes your head away causing you to giggle.

you rise to your feet, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

“come bun, make me feel good too.” you strip yourself of your clothing, resting on your back whilst using your elbows to prop yourself up. you use two fingers to part your soaked folds, giving changbin a nice view of your throbbing entrance and puffy clit.

his mouth salivates at the sight. his pupils blow out with lust and desire. he tears off his clothing, diving in head first between your legs. you laugh at his eagerness as his hands grip onto your thighs tightly.

he sucks gently on your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. he grabs your legs, pushing you down and flush against his face as he slurps and sucks on your cunt. his tongue licks between your puffy lips, soaking and tasting your slick. his eyes flutter shut, fingertips digging into your soft thighs.

“you taste so good.” he mumbles.

“you're doing so well, bun.” you hum, grabbing a fistful of his curls and tugging at the roots.

“can't wait to be inside you. to feel and fill you up.” you whimper softly, allowing your head to flop back on the pillows. changbin’s tongue dives in and out of your entrance, his hips rutting against the material of the mattress.

“i can't wait. i need you so so bad.” he shuffles up onto his knees, spreading your legs wider. you look at your flustered husband, his cock rock hard and angry. pre cum spilling from his tip, veins protruding along the sides.

he rubs his angry cockhead between your folds, his body shuddering at the feeling of your warmth and wetness. you groan softly as he pushes his length slowly inside you. his cock instantly twitching, his release on the very edge.

the more he pushes, the closer he is to tipping over the edge; but not yet. he wants to savour each moment of being buried deep inside you. savour the warmth and tightness of your pussy.

“f-fuck..” changbin whimpers as he bottoms out in you. he pants heavily, desperately gripping onto your hips. you giggle, watching all composure leave your husband as his mind clouds over.

you purposefully clench around him, giggling when he lets out a high pitched whimper. his cock and balls are burning, the tightness making it unbearable for him. it's painful for him, making him sweat and heart rate speed up, thumping loudly against his rib cage; but he feels so good, maybe too good.

“bunn.” you whine. “move.”

changbin nods slowly, thrusting his hips at a slow and steady pace. his tempo soon picks up, skin slapping on skin. incoherent moans and whines fall past his lips as your body becomes consumed with pleasure. his hitting all the right spots, caressing your walls and making you become a babbling mess.

“want too.. want to breed you..”

“but what if i get pregnant again?” you whimper, hands bundling up the bedsheets.

“but want you to carry more of my children. want to cum so deep inside you and fuck it all in to guarantee that you get pregnant again.”

“bun..” you moan out. his words cause tingles of pleasure to shoot down your spine.

“it's going to be so much.. shit, it hurts but it feels so good.” he chokes out. his thrusting is sloppy and uncoordinated. beads of sweat fall down his temples, his hair messy and curly.

changbin is in a world of his own, his pleasure taking over his mind. he moans and whimpers, chanting your name and explaining how much it hurts and how badly he wants to breed you.

hearing and seeing your husband succumb to his own pleasure as well as being lost in the way your body feels, makes you feel close. the pit of your stomach feels warm, the knot tightening with each brutal thrust of changbin's hips.

your stomach dips, thighs shaking as sweat coats your body. you bite down on your bottom lip, desperately looking at changbin. he nods, knowing and feeling that you're close.

you groan, back arching off the mattress as your release hits you. your cunt pulsates around changbin before clamping down around him. changbin struggles. his mind battling between wanting to continue fucking you and edging himself even more, to dumping all his cum inside you whilst slowly thrusting, making sure his cum doesn't seep out.

“bun. please. breed me, make me pregnant again.” you purr. changbin shakes his head side to side, his eyes squeezing shut.

“please bun, please.” changbin's hips come to a standstill. he moans loudly as he allows himself to release. he squeezes your hips, cock twitching with each release. he lazily thrusts to ride out his high, his body shaking and trembling.

“so much. it's so much. fuck…” you hum, the warmth of his fluids filling you up nicely. he slowly pulls out, his mind becoming clearer. he gives you a sheepish look.

“sorry.” he mumbles. you laugh softly, shaking your head.

“don't be sorry bun. it was fun. now we just wait to see if your wish of breeding me becomes true.”

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you feel off.

you have done for a while now, but with your busy life, your health has been the least of your worries. how you feel, feels all too familiar, but again, you simply brushed it to the side and concentrated on your family.

it wasn't until you noticed that you missed your period. you were due and you weren't feeling any of your usual period symptoms. it's normal for it to be late so you waited a few days, hoping, wishing it would come; but it didn't.

you and changbin have been very sexually active lately. you both haven't been very safe either so you wouldn't be surprised if it is what you think it is, however, do you want to have another child? part of you does and part of you doesn't. you're happy with your small family however, a brother or sister for your little one wouldn't go a miss.

you rummage around your medicine cabinet, fishing around for a stray pregnancy test. you mentally cheer to yourself before doing the test.

changbin is out with your daughter in the park. she wanted to feed the ducks. she begged and begged changbin, knowing that he is weak to her and using it to her advantage. it's fair to say, she's a smart child.

you aimlessly stare at the test, heart thumping and palms turning clammy. five minutes feels like a lifetime for something like this. you pace the bathroom, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable. questions swimming around in your head, feelings making you feel sick to the stomach.

can you afford another baby? you can, with changbin's and your steady income, it is possible however, you don't know if you're ready to have another child. you have no doubt that your daughter and changbin will be fine if you were pregnant, but all those doubts and insecurities are not helping you.

you pick up the test, lip caught between your teeth. “fuck..” you breathe out.

the door to your home swings open, a very lively and loud changbin and child rush through the door. you decide to greet them, giving them hugs and helping your daughter to take off her shoes and coat. changbin gives you a kiss on the cheek to which you weakly smile at.

he furrows his brows, noticing something isn’t quite right. has something happened during the hour he wasn't home.

“go play with your toys princess. i have to speak to mommy real quick.”

“daddy join in too?”

“daddy will join in. we can play with your Barbie dolls together. sounds good?” she nods, rushing to her bedroom. changbins full attention is on you.

“darling. what's wrong?” he asks carefully. you take a deep breath in, presenting him with your pregnancy test. he looks at the stick, eyes widening before flickering up at you and back down, repeating the motion several times.

“really..?” he whispers. you nod slowly.

“really. well, i've only done one test so it could be faulty but i haven't been feeling right. we have also not been very safe plus, my period is late.”

“so you could be? i mean, really! again??” a burst of excitement slowly bubbles in changbin's stomach. you nod again, giggling as you feel a wave of relief wash over you due to changbin's positive reaction.

“yes bun. we're pregnant again.” changbin lets out a small squeal. he gently places his hand on your stomach, slowly stroking it.

“i can't believe it! i can go get more tests if you want baby.”

“i'd like that. just to be sure but i'm a million percent sure. the symptoms are exactly the same.” you giggle, placing your hand on top of changbin's.

“i'm going to be a dad again. i hope it's a boy this time.”

“why? tired of playing dress-up?” you tease.

“no.” he pouts. “just would be nice, that's all.”

“i think you suit being a princess. you look pretty in pink.” you tease, laughing softly as changbin's whine.

“i love you yn. so so much.”

“and i love you too, bun.” you hum, pressing your lips against his sweetly. a loud whine in the form of “daddy” makes you laugh, pulling from changbin's lips.

“you best go play with barbies before she throws a tantrum.”

“mhm. join us?” he takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. you smile softly at him and nod.

“of course. wouldn't want to miss our daughter bossing you around.”

“not very many people can boss me around yn. you two are just very special to me, that's all.”

“and you're special to us too bun. we love you very much.”

note: would like to thank @fairylouist for sending me an ask about husband changbin. it fuelled me and this is the outcome 👀 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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Finger Painting

Hyunjin x Female reader

Word count: 5.3K drabble shmabble🤪

Synopsis: Hyunjin asks you to help him with an art project. He needs a super special canvas... you.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Okay so I'm a closet whore for Hyunjin (was it really closted?) This is the last part! 👀 It's filthy I hope you love it! If you do please reblog, comment, like scream in my ask box whatever. Love hearing from you all! 8/9

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! It would be easier telling you what it doesn't have but I'll try 🤣 Cursing/strong language, body painting? dom Hyunjin/sub MC, lots of dirty talk, praise/pet names (beautiful, gorgeous, goddess good/bad girl etc you get the idea Hyunjin says whore but isn’t calling MC one if that makes sense lol), rough sex, hair pulling, breath play/choking/gagging, finger fucking/masterbation, oral (m&f receiving), face sitting/riding/fucking, sex toys (vibrator), deep throating, cum shot, cum eating, ass play/eating (m2f), spit play (a little), punishing/spanking/clit slapping, safewords/taps (explained but not used), overstimulation/forced orgasms/multiple orgasms, squirting, Hyunjin takes pictures while fucking MC, unprotected piv sex (use protection please), cream pie, cum play (quite a bit). For fucks sake I think that's everything 🤷🏻 If I missed something please let me know and we can both be shocked together lol. No really if I missed anything please do let me know so I can add it asap!

After you paid for the pants and Jeongin got dressed you both made a hasty exit from the store before anyone suspected anything. Once you were all clear you both burst out into laughter as the adrenaline from what you’d just done disiappated. Jeongin moved stray hair out of your face and kissed you softly. You leaned into it smiling.

“That was so much fun noona.” You smiled nodding in agreement still catching your breath a bit.

“It was! I’m so hungry now!” Jeongin giggled.

“Me too!” You grabbed his hand pulling him towards the food court.

“Come on Innie lets refuel.” You pulled him close to whisper in his ear so only he could hear you.

“Then we’ll get out of here, go back to mine and I can put that teddy on for you again.” You licked the shell of his ear and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He looked at you with wide hopeful eyes.

“REALLY?!” You nodded laughing.

“On one condition...”

“Anything!” He said eagerly. You smiled sweetly and leaned into his ear again.

“Want you to bend me over and make me scream your name then unload all over my ass....” He choked as you pulled back and gave him big innocent doe eyes.

“Can you do that for me Innie?” He nodded speechless his face tinted pink again.

“I... I think so noona.” You pecked his lips.

“Good boy.”

One week after your shopping excursion with Jeongin and one week before your next game night Hyunjin texted you.

Jinnie- HELP! I need a canvas!

You- tf? what do you think I am an art supply store?

Jinnie- Seriously!

You- Seriously Hyunjinnie what do you expect me to do?!

Jinnie- The subject is body painting.

You- 😳 Oh! Uh... one of the guys can’t or something?

Jinnie- This week is our female models next week is male, Felix already said he’d do it.

You hesitated. You didn’t think you could strip to your undies in front of strangers and let Hyunjin paint your body.

You- I don’t know Hyunjin body painting in your class...

Jinnie- NO! It would be in my studio, I paint you and take pictures it’s a whole mixed media kind of thing. It would only be me and you. Please there’s no one else I can ask 🥺

You- Damn you and that emoji. Okay when do I need to be at your studio?

Jinnie- Uhh... 30 minutes?

You: JINNIE! Wth!

Jinnie: I’m sorry I was busy and meant to ask sooner! You can do it still can’t you?! 🥺🥺

You: goddamnit. I’ll see you in 30 minutes.

Jinnie: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU GODDESS QUEEN I LOVE YOU!

✨️❤️ 😍🥰😘❤️✨️

Goddess? You could get used to hearing Hyunjin call you that you thought. Wait. Fuck.

Thirty minutes later you were knocking on the door to Hyunjin’s studio. He answered and smiled that big dumpling smile of his, his eyes scrunching up.

“Oh thank you y/n you really are saving my ass.” You nodded. Refrain from thinking about his ass you thought to yourself.

“It’s really no problem Hyunjinnie you just gave me an excuse to skip spring cleaning today so you’re kind of doing me a favor.” You laughed and walked further into the studio looking around at all the canvases some complete, some works in progress, all of it beautiful chaos, typical from these men really.

“So where do you want me?” Hyunjin smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Jeeze pervert I still have my clothes on.” He laughed and pointed over at a drop cloth off to one corner. You walked over and turned facing him.

“I wore just my regular cotton bra and panties they aren’t expensive so I don’t care if you get paint on them...” Hyunjin walked over and helped you with your zip up hoodie as you slid it off.

“Oh... uh... well I won’t have to get paint on them.”

“Oh really ok-” You started to take your shirt off over your head as Hyunjin folded your jacket and set it aside.

“You’ll have to be completely naked for this, sorry if I wasn’t clear about that.” You turned and looked at him, blush already creeping up your chest and neck.

“N-naked?” Hyunjin hummed nodding.

“Mhm... is that okay?” He took your shirt from your hands folding it and setting it with your jacket. You shook your head up and down.

“Yea?” Hyunjin asked again. You answered.

“Yea Jinnie that’s okay.” You answered shyly. You could feel yourself flushing with arousal and you tried to get a grip. He’s an artist, a painter, a professional, so he needs to paint your nude body, whatever, no biggie. Hyunjin’s beautiful eyes looked into you as you stood there. You took in all his beautiful features. His full pouty lips, the beauty marks under his eye and on his cheek, his expressive eyes. Hyunjin licked his lips and you snapped out of your daze realizing you were staring. He cleared his throat and looked down.

“Pants.” You nodded

“Right pants.” You unbuttoned your jeans pulled them down and stepped out of them. Hyunjin bent down and picked them up his eyes closely scanning your body as he stood back up. You could feel the tension mounting between you but Hyunjin just carried on folding your pants and adding them to the pile. You stood there in your panties and bra your body burning. Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you.

“Do you need help?” You studdered like a fool.

“Uh... um... h-help?” He nodded, same sweet smile still fixed on his face so innocent.

“Yes, go ahead turn and I’ll unhook it for you...” He spun his finger around and you turned as if controlled by that one long finger. He walked up behind you and pushed your hair over your shoulder. He leaned in smelling your sweet perfume. You could feel his breath fanning across your skin he was so close. His fingers deftly worked at the hooks of your bra unhooking them. He slid the straps down your arms his finger tips causing goosebumps to errupt all over your body. The piece of fabric fell to the floor and Hyunjin bent over again to grab it. You turned and Hyunjin was eye level with your sex. He stood straight in front of you again his eyes baring down on you, like it took everything in him not to take you right then and there. You had to look away his gaze was so intense as he chewed his plump bottom lip.

“Should I help you with the panties too?” He asked with an eyebrow raised, he tongued the inside of his cheek. You shook your head getting your thoughts in order, it was like he was hypnotizing you with his beauty, with his sentuality.

“N-no... uh no... I think I can get them.” He shrugged and turned to add your bra to the ever growing pile of clothes.

“Suit yourself then.” You pulled on the waist band of your panties and pulled them down letting them pool by your feet. When Hyunjin turned around you stood there completely naked... for him. Knees turned in hands coving yourself a little. That smile graced his pretty face again.

“A goddess. Do you know how gorgeous you are?” You could feel your face heating up. You shook your head. Hyunjin tilted his head confused.

“It’s why I picked you baby.”

“I thought there was no one else you could ask...” He picked up your panties off the floor and laid them with everything else.

“No one else worth asking...” He added. He walked over to his paints and started mixing a few colors together.

“I’m going to paint a gradiant, do you know what that is gorgeous?” You nodded.

“Smart and beautiful, check.” You couldn’t help but smile and look away.

“Are you still shy baby? I could undress to if it would make you feel better.” You giggled and shook your head.

“No, it’s okay Jinnie.” He nodded and contiued explaing his concept.

“So I’ll paint a gradient of these colors from the tip of your toes all the way up to your neck.”

“Not my face too?” He shook his head and... his eyes... god.

“I could never cover that face, even if I get marked off for it, I could never cover a work of art with finger paint.” You couldn’t keep eye contact, you glanced down at the floor smiling like a fool.

“Oh..” Was all you managed. Hyunjin dipped his hands in the first color and walked up to you. When he stood right in front of you he knelt down and looked up. You looked into his eyes, why, why did you look into his eyes. You were locked again.

“It’s eaiser if I use my hands, is that okay?” Hyunjin softly smoothed paint over your feet and up your ankles. You could feel yourself flush and you hoped you didn’t start dripping down your leg while Hyunjin painted you. You nodded.

“Mhm.” He nodded back and started rubbing the color up your calves, his hands only left your body to dip into the next color. He ran his big hands up the back of your thighs spreading and mixing the two colors. He stood up in front of you his eyes baring down on you. His hands slid up just below your ass cheeks and slid towards your wet cunt, then stopped and pulled back. You let out a little disappointed breath and Hyunjin had to hide his smile. He rubbed the paint all over your ass cheeks, then down the front of your thighs and dipped his hands in the third color before walked behind you.

“Sorry I kinda have to...” Instead of finishing his sentence he reached around and cupped your entire pussy with is big hand and started softly rubbing, spreading the paint. You leaned your shoulders back into him a bit as he massaged your cunt then his hand moved up and spread the paint up your waist. That time you did nothing to hide your disappoint groan. Hyunjin smirked and dipped his hands into the fourth color smoothing it over your back and and tummy. He dipped his hands in yet another color and palmed both of your tits playing with them spreading the paint, then he pinched your nipples hard.

“Ow.” He pushed that pillowy bottom lip out at you.

“Sorry baby they need to be hard for the photos.” You scoffed.

“You’re still painting...” He nodded.

“You’re right!” He dipped his hand into the last color and quickly covered the rest of your chest, shoulders, and neck. The paint felt cool on your body. Once you were covered Hyunjin washed his hands and grabbed his camera. He started to explain how he wanted you to pose and got you into position the angle he chose to take the pictures at was, invasive to say the least. He got you on your knees for another pose sitting up straight he laid down under you with his camera and took several shots of your painted cunt, his camera was so close you clenched and Hyunjin licked his lips as he clicked and moved out from under you. You fell over on all fours and let out a indignant sigh. Hyunjin put his camera down and walked over.

“Why are you pouting beautiful?” You looked at him and your face softened. You shook your head.

“Oh yes you are, you’ve been pouting the whole time. You think I didn’t notice?” You shook your head again biting your lip.

“Oh I did pretty, I noticed that little lip...” He ran his thumb across it and you took it between your teeth again.

“You liked it when I rubbed your cunt didn’t you.” Your eyes got wider with excitement and you nodded.

“I did Jinnie... want you to rub it more... want you to make me cum... “ You tried not to whine but he’d teased you for so long. He cooed at you.

“Oh baby be careful what you ask for...” Suddenly the air changed and he grabbed you by the throat.

“You just might get it.” His eyes trailed down your body to your painted pussy. You let out a strangled moan.

“You like your new necklace beautiful? Hm? You like it when I choke this pretty neck?” You nodded, unable to verbally answer but the slick gushing from you made that abundantly clear.

“Get on your knees again... like before.” He roughtly let you go and you did as you were told. Hyunjin laid down and slid his head between your legs again.

“Go on sit on it.” You hesitated, you were covered in paint you voiced your concern.

“Jinnie the pai-”

“Did I mention that this is edible?” Hyunjin spanked your ass hard and pushed you down.

“I said sit.” His mouth made contact with your throbbing clit and immedietly started sucking on you, his hands gripping your hips urging you to grind against his face. When you did he hummed out pleased with your performance, he loved being smothered by your cunt. He spanked your ass again and you clenched and continued to roll your hips over his face while his thick lips worked miricals with your pussy. Hyunjin sat up quickly and suddenly you were on your back with your legs over his shoulders spread open for him, both of you covered in paint now. He looked at his meal in front of him and hummed.

“Hmm missed a spot.” Hyunjin’s tongue started circling your asshole before he buried his face in your ass and started eating you properly.

“Ji-Hy-oh fuck Jinnie please yes!” He pulled back and let spit trail from his lips down your ass before licking it back up and eating your cunt completely ravenous. Your thighs squeezed around his head.

“Hold my head baby fuck my face hard.” You did as your were told and grabbed handfuls of Hyunjin’s hair pusing his face into your cunt as your hips grinded arcoss his tongue and lips. Hyunjin let you ride his face as he hummed and sucked on every bit of you, until you came hard screaming his name.

“HYUN-HY-HYUNJIN FUCK YES EAT IT FUCKING EAT IT! GOD FUCK YES JINNIE!” He gently nosed at your clit and licked your glistening hole savoring your cum on his tongue.

“So sweet, like nectar, my goddess tastes like a delicasy of course.” You twitched from the soft kitten licks he was still giving you. He let your legs down and hovered over your body covered in a mess of paint now. His hand found your throat again, gently this time, he was completely different than he’d been just a moment before. Soft again, like his lips, that he pressed to yours.

“Why don’t you get a shower and meet me back out here yeah?” You nodded and he kissed you again before you ran off to his bathroom to wash the rest of the body paint off, edible or not, you were a mess. You turned on the shower and stepped under the warm stream of water. You grabbed Hyunjin’s loofa and put some of his body wash on it, sudsing it up before rubbing it across your body that was still buzzing from the orgasm Hyunjin had given you. You rubbed the loofa down your body and over your sensitive cunt. You softly moaned and dropped the loofa, you started to rub your soapy pussy. Another soft moan fell from your lips as your finger tips ran over your clit. There was a firm knock at the door and you heard Hyunjin call through.

“You had better not be playing with my pussy. I’d hate to have to punish you for touching what’s mine.” Your pussy absolutely gushed hearing his possesiveness over your cunt. Your fingers deftly moved across your clit faster and you bit your lip choking back another moan, you were so sensitive it was going to be easy to push yourself over the edge again quickly, he’ll never know, you thought.

“Beautiful? Are you listening to me?” You came on your fingers and answered in a shakey voice.

“Y-y-yes I hear you J-Jinnie.” You rubbed your clit hard shuddering through the rest of your orgasm.

“Mhm.” He answered back. You quickly finished washing up and got out. You wrapped a towel around yourself and remembered that your clothes were all out in the studio. You walked out water dripping in your towel and found Hyunjin sitting on his bed off to the side. You started to walk towards your pile of clothes.

“I forgot to grab these.” Hyunjin tsked you. His voice was demanding.

“You won’t be needing them.” You stopped.

“You think I don’t know? Hmm? You think I couldn’t hear your juices as you fingered yourself in the shower?” You went to defend yourself but the look on Hyunjin’s face shut you up.

“I guess even a goddess needs punished some times, I told you to be careful what you asked for didn’t I beautiful? Hm? I told you not to touch what’s mine yeah? And you played with that little cunt anyway didn’t you.” You nodded admitting your deed. Hyunjin walked over to you.

“Thank you for being honest. I’ll keep it in mind while I’m punishing you.” He ripped your towel off and took in your soft, clean, naked body.

“Go bend over my bed, now.” You cautiously walked over to his bed.

“I said bend over beautiful don’t make me repeat myself.” He walked over to a dresser and opened the top drawer as you bent over his bed. He walked back over by you and pushed your down further then ran his hand up your back and softly rubbed your ass cheek.

“A few rules real quick baby so we’re all having fun yeah? If you don’t like something or it’s too much you say the word red and everything stops yea?” You nodded in understanding and he bent over you pushing his clothed hard on against your bare ass, thrusting into you pushing you down more. He leaned in closer whispering the next part in your ear.

“And if you’ve got your new necklace on or my cock down your throat and can’t talk three taps and it’s over understand?” He tapped your ass three times and you nodded. He spanked you hard suddenly and a delicious sting shot through your body

“Say it!” He shouted at you.

“I understand Jinnie.” He tsked you again.

“Oh beautiful, your Jinnie isn’t here right now...” You looked back at him.

“W-what should I call you?” He smirked and walked back over to the open drawer.

“You should not speak unless told to gorgeous, you’re being punished. Eyes forward.” You immedietly did as you were told and it made Hyunjin’s cock throb seeing you so obedient for him.

He grabbed a few things from the drawer and made his way around to the other side of the bed, in front of you. He started laying his ‘tools’ down in front of you to see. A paddle and a wand vibrator.

“You’re going to get both of these and when I’m done you’re not going to remember which was supposed to be the punishment.” You could feel your pussy getting wetter just thinking about it and you clenched. Hyunjin just so happened to make it around the bed to see your hole tighten.

“Oh you think you’re gonna like this huh? It is a punishment baby and touching what’s mine is a big no no.” The paddle slapped across your ass and you clenched again and Hyunjin tsked you. He spanked you again with the paddle a little harder but not enough to really hurt you by a long shot, just enough for your body to buzz and your cunt to clench again.

“You’ve been such a bad girl you know that?” You nodded and he spanked you again.

“Say it!” He yelled and you moaned out as he slapped your ass with the paddle again.

“I-I’ve been a bad girl!” He hummed his approval and leaned over you again his plump lips pressed to your ear.

“Such a bad bad girl...fucking Jeongin in a dressing room? Tsk.” He sat up and spanked you harder and you gasped.

“How did yo-” Another slap of the paddle.

“Did I ask you to speak?” You shook your head no and another sizzling slap connected with your ass.

“To answer your question, you weren’t the only two at the mall that day and the way you both ran out of that department store completely fucked out made it pretty obvious.” He tossed the paddle, stood back, and started taking off his clothes.

“Did you let him fuck you raw gorgeous?” You thought of lying for a second but your burning ass said to tell the truth, you nodded.

“Let him cum inside? Hmm?” You nodded again.

“Such a bad girl.” You thought he was going to spank you again but he started softly rubbing your sore, red ass cheeks.

“So bad... fucking in public... letting Innie fuck your hole and cum inside?” He tsked as he grabbed the wand.

“Bad girl. Lay on your back and spread your legs, show me that pussy.” You did as you were told quickly your ass still a little numb from the spanking your arousal coating the insides of your thighs.

“Listening so well pretty girl.” Hyunjin ran his fingers up your thighs tracing through your slick, rubbing his fingers together and smiling. He parted your pussy lips and started pushing two of his long slender fingers inside you. You let out a little gasp. He started pumping them in and out slowly. Working you towards your orgasm with every brush of his fingers against your g spot.

“Are you going to cum? Tell me.” You nodded.

“Y-yes, gonna gonna c-cum.” You managed to get out between breaths.

“Go on then... cum.” Your back arched as waves of pleasure crashed against you. You were breathing heavy as the buzzing in your cunt starting to die down. That’s when Hyunjin grabbed the wand vibrator, clicked it on and pressed it against your clit throbbing clit.

“FUCK!” It was instant pleasure and pain, it was delicious, you had to scream out without permission, punishment be damned.

“Well go on cum...” Your back arched again and you saw a whole galaxy exploding behind your eyelids.

“Hy-Hy-Hyun...” You panted out. He pulled the vibrator away and checked in with you.

“Red?” He asked and you shook your head no as you started to come down again.

“Good girl.” The vibator was pushed hard against your clit again.

“Another!” You shook your head, you couldn’t. Hyunjin pulled the wand away, slapped your pussy and pushed the vibrator against you again.

“I said another! Now fucking CUM!” Your whole body contorted as you came again screaming Hyunjin’s name.

“HYUNJIN FUCK HYUNJIN!” He smiled pleased with how absolutlely wrecked you already were, being no where near done with you. He pulled the wand away and let your body start to relax again. He softly slapped your clit a couple of times and pushed the vibrator directly on it yet again.

“We’re doing this till you squirt baby so you might as well settle in.” Hyunjin made you cum three more times before you started squriting. He tossed the wand and slapped your pussy harder, your juices squirting out of you with each slap. He pushed four of his fingers against your clit and rubbed hard as your cum leaked out of you like a river.

“Good girl, fuck! Such a good girl squirting for me like that, my fucking goddess I’ll happily drink you.” Hyunjin slowly massaged your whole pussy before he buried his head between your legs licking and slurping at your pussy, cleaning your juices off. When he stopped cleaning you he gave your cunt two more little slaps that made you jump from the jolt of sensitivity. Hyunjin crawled over you and kissed you as you laid limp and utterly fucked out.

“I’m not done with you yet gorgeous, look at me.” You opened your eyes somehow.

“I haven’t fucked this pretty little pussy yet have I?” You shook your head no.

“Are you wearing my cum anywhere?” You shook your head no again.

“That’s right baby so wake up cause you’ve got a cock to ride.” He kissed down your neck and chest then crawled off you and sat with his back against his head board. You climbed on to his lap and he reached over grabbing his camera.

“Okay if I take a few pictures of you bouncing on my cock? I won’t get your face.” You line up his cock with your tender juicy hole.

“Then how will you know it’s me when you jerk off to them?” Hyunjin bit his lip not expecting that response.

“Fuck beautiful you’re right, silly me. I can’t believe I even suggested leaving out the prettiest thing.” He wrapped his fingers around your neck and pulled you down by your throat face to face.

“That cute fucked out face you make when you cream for me.” He let go of your neck smacked your ass which was still numb.

“Go on ride it.” Hyunjin sat back a little and angled the camera to get the best shots. You slid down on his cock and he couldn’t help but moan.

“God baby, your hole is so fucking tight!” You lifted your hips and sat back down on his cock again and he clicked a couple of pictures.

“I have an actual goddess bouncing on my dick right now of course I need pictures.” Click click. He took more photos. Your cunt taking his cock, your tits bouncing, your mouth dropped in to a soft moan. Click click click.

“Grab your tits beautiful play with them.” Click click again. You grinded your hips against his as you squeezed and pulled on your nipples.

“Mhmm, now your pussy, play with your pretty little pussy for me.” Click click click click.

“Are you gonna cream on my cock beautiful.” You rubbed your clit and squeezed your tit hard nodding.

“Y-yes gonna cum.” He shoved his fingers in your mouth as your cunt sucked his cock in again and again. Click click click click. He took his fingers and and traced a wet trail down your to your throat. He grabbed and squeezed tight and you clenched hard. Your face started turning red. Click click click click click click. Your soft wet walls squeeze his cock as you came. Hyunjin tossed the camera for a minute and held you down on his dick with one hand still choking you with the other. He held you down firm on his cock as he twitched and blew his load inside you deep. He finished filling your cunt and laid you back.

Your hair was spread out on the bed, your arms out to your sides, your legs spread and Hyunjin’s cum leaking from your swollen cunt. Click click click. Hyunjin set the camera down again and started stroked his cock. You were sweaty, couldn’t possibly be more fucked out... you thought. Seeing you like that had Hyunjin’s cock rock hard again in no time. He pulled your limp body so that your head was dangling over the bed, the rest of you body stretched out in front of him. He grabbed your hair tightly and lifting your head and getting close to your face.

“Can you hear me goddess?” You choked out a yes.

“You’re gonna lay here and I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, you hear me?

“Mhm.” You tried to nod. He smoothed your hair away from your face.

“Good girl.” He stuck his fingers deep in your mouth making you open wide for his cock that he slid into your warm mouth, bottoming out in the back of your throat, making you choke and gag. He pulled out and his cock was covered in your spit, he rubbed it against your face.

“You like it beautiful.” You went to answer and he pushed it to the back of your throat again, and again your throat constricted around his tip as you gagged, this time not pulling out but gently thrusting deeper, your drool dripping down your cheeks. Hyunjin grabbed his camera and took a couple more pictures of you upsidedown choking on his cock then tossed it aside again. He leaned over and started fucking your mouth harder. He pulled out and you gasped for air, taking deep breaths in while you could. Hyunjin’s hand speared your spit across your face.

“So fuckin pretty.” He shoved his cock in again. He looked at your cunt and saw you dripping your arousal and his cum still squeezing out of you.

“Does getting your throat fucked like a whore make my goddess gush?” You hummed loudly around his cock trying to nod. He pulled out again letting you get more air.

“GOD YES FUCK MY MO-” Hyunjin pushed his cock to the back of your throat, grabbed the vibrating wand and pressed it against your throbbing pussy. Thrusting deep into your mouth, holding the wand down hard on your clit. You started squirting again and Hyunjin went fucking feral. He thrusted hard into your throat once, twice, three times and pulled out.

“FUCKING YES GOD YES BEAUTIFUL FUCKING GODDESS SPRAY ME!” He flipped you around so that your cum showered him and shoved his whole cock into your cunt at once, your juices still squriting and squeezing out of you. Both of his hands wrapped around your throat and he choked you as he rammed his cock hard into your juicy cunt still spraying your cum on him with every unforgiving thrust.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK! TAKE IT TAKE IT HARD FUCK YES!” He kept his grip on your throat with one hand and shoved four fingers in your mouth with the other slamming into you, the sound of wet skin and juices squelching every time his hips slapped against yours. He took his wet spit covered fingers from your mouth and rubbed them across your buzzing clit. You were in heaven a beautiful man choking you, fucking you, playing with your aching cunt. You came again, squirting for the third time.

“YES FUCK YES SOAK ME BABY YES!” Hyunjin screamed for you. He slapped your pussy with one hand while you sprayed him, holding his cock with the other as your quivering cunt tried to squeeze him out. He shoved it hard and deep inside you. You were shaking and convulsing, a moaning mess of your own cum. Hyujin pulled out your jucies trailing out after. He climbed up your limp twitching body, straddling your neck, tugging his cock and aiming for your face. You somehow managed to open your eyes and look up. When you saw him sitting on your face, jerking his angry red cock aimed at you, you just opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue waiting for a taste. He moaned and started coming on your face streaks across your tongue and lips, a he leaned closer making sure coat your whole face.

“Fuck yes!” He groaned twitching above you as the last of his load dripped into your mouth. He stuck the tip in.

“Suck it...” You did and he winced.

“Gently...” You softly sucked any remaining cum from Hyunjin’s cock. He pulled out of your mouth and rubbed the tip against your cum covered face, then took his hand and rubbed his cum all over your face.

“Only thing this face gets painted with is my cum.” He shoved his cum coated fingers in your mouth gagging you a little. You sucked his fingers as he pulled them out.

“See this paint is edible too.”

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star-iy · 1 year

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seing the videos of skz going "call me " to sexy ladies has made me go feral on a certain scenario.

like reader going to the concert and getting barricade tickets going with a big cleavage, and at some point they interact with hyunjin telling to like jump just to watch their titties bounce and minho joins in. After that they are both going off about how delicious they looked and how reader would look/act when they fucked their boobs. Then the next day reader is going out to get coffee or something and encouters minho who not only recognizes reader but also decides to be a little shit and tell them what him and jinnie discussed the night before, whispering in their ear to make sure no one can hear him

like imagine minho going off about wheter reader would stick their tongue so his dick could rub agaisnt it

while hyunjin insist reader would bend their head to suck his tip with every thrust.

Also motorboting

I would love to hear your thoughts

😵‍💫 i bet they talk about audience members sometimes, i've seen clips of ppl attending their concerts and gahh stays are hot !!

hyunjin and minho sharing a hotel room, having a late night talk about all the different ways they'd fuck your tits... their hands slipping down their sweatpants while they talk each other through their orgasms,, picturing you covered in their cum 🤭

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star-iy · 1 year

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SKZ when they walk in on you suggestively eating a popsicle.

Your throat has been hurting all day and to find some relief, you walk towards the kitchen to eat a popsicle.

Fluff / Suggestive / Implied oral sex

Bang Chan / Christopher:

Your throat had been sore for days now; almost turning into a cold. All you wanted was a little bit of relief, and you had finally found it in the form of a cold popsicle. The icy coating on your throat felt so good, making you let out a soft moan as you leaned on the counter, looking nowhere in particular. You pushed the popsicle a little further, letting out another small sound as a drop of blue ice dripped along your chin, landing on your shirt.

“Jezus, y/n.”

You shot upright and turned around to find Chan standing behind you; bag of groceries in hand. You pulled the popsicle out of your mouth, lips and tongue slightly blue.

“You know,” Chan put the bag down and took a step forward; eyes slightly clouded with desire. “You should be careful with foods like that. There’s eight men walking around here who can enter this kitchen at any time.”

“I still have a sore throat,” you whined. “It’s just a popsicle.”

As the man took another step forward, you teasingly put the popsicle back in your mouth, pushing it as far as your gag-reflex would let you, never breaking eye contact. Before you knew it, he had taken a hold of the popsicle and promptly pulled it out of your mouth.

“Don’t test me,” he growled as you winced slightly. “It will be your own fault if you keep going. I might not be able to take responsibility for what happens then.”

You tried to reach upwards as he held the ice above his head, your body pushing against his. You took advantage of the opportunity and let your hands roam his chest, fingers tracing over his toned muscles. A small yelp left your mouth as he grabbed your ass. One of your legs stepped in between his, your thigh slightly pushing against what was now a growing bulge. He looked down at you, a small smirk adorning his face. Of course, he knew exactly what he was doing. He quickly licked the top of the popsicle and put it in front of your mouth. As you parted your lips, he delicately pushed it back.

“You know, if you want I have a different kind of popsicle for you when you’re done with that one, y/n”

Lee Know / Minho:

The second you put the popsicle in your mouth, you could feel your throat relax; the soothing cold enveloping the harsh burn you had felt for the last few days. You leaned against the refrigerator, eyes completely closed and let out a small moan, not noticing the man who had just entered the kitchen. Like a cat, he had slipped into the kitchen and as soon as he saw you, he knew he didn’t want to disturb what was unfolding in front of his eyes.

As you let out a whimper he couldn’t help but produce a small noise himself as well. He mentally smacked himself as soon as he did, knowing he had just startled you.

Immediately you pulled out the popsicle, slightly choking.

“Minho!” You yelped, coughing a few times, blue drops of ice visible on your chin. Swiftly, he stepped forward and let his thumb trace over them, picking them up and finally putting his thumb in his mouth.

“Yum,” he teased, taking note of your red cheeks. “Do it again, I wanna see it up close.”

“Wh-What are you-” you began, but immediately, your mouth was enveloping the blue popsicle again. Minho had taken it out of your hand and put it back in your mouth, slowly pushing until your eyes started to tear up.

“I like that look on you,” Minho said breathily, taking the ice cream out again.

“You’re the worst,” you huffed. “I have a sore throat.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, having a few licks himself. As you observed him, you could feel a familiar knot form in your lower abdomen.

“Can I have it back, please?” You held out your hand, the slight burning feeling in your throat slowly returning. “It’s hurting.”

Immediately, Minho gave the popsicle back to you. Though he loved to tease you, he would never want you to experience actual pain. You thanked him and relaxed as soon as the numbness enveloped your throat once more.

“How about you try a different remedy once your throat feels better, y/n? I know a very effective one.”

Changbin:

“Oh god,” you whispered as soon as you put the popsicle in your mouth. “That feels so good.” You sat down on a barstool by the kitchen counter and let your body slump over it; one arm under your head as you licked the blue ice. You hummed and moaned softly, thanking the cold stick for the relief your throat felt.

“Are you okay?” Changbin entered the kitchen and glanced over at you; a slight concern across his face.

“My throat hurts,” you replied. “This feels so good.”

The man sat down on the stool next to you and leaned his chin on his hand, his eyes intently looking at you as you moved the popsicle in and out of your mouth at a semi-rapid pace.

“Feels good?” He reiterated your words and you hummed in response. “It seems like it.”

You looked at him, eyebrow slightly raised, but enjoying yourself too much to start a discussion with him.

Changbin let his free hand wander across your shoulders and back, making you shiver. He tried to fight the smile that appeared on his face unsuccessfully and slowly, it turned into a small smirk.

“Can I hear it again?” He came a bit closer, now resting his face on your shoulder. “What?” You questioned. You could feel the second smirk against your body. “How good it feels.”

You sighed and put the popsicle back in your mouth, trying your hardest not to make any noise; it was always fun to kind of tease him. Unfortunately, the numbing cold felt so good, that you couldn’t help but let out another moan, slightly louder this time.

“I like that sound. You’re going to make me feel jealous of a popsicle, y/n.” As he continued to listen to your soft sounds, Changbin couldn’t help but envision what it would sound like if you were sucking on him instead of the popsicle. He could feel himself getting hard and quickly created a little bit of space in between you two.

After a few minutes, you sat back up. There was not much left of the blue ice and your throat felt a lot better.

“No need to be jealous,” you said. “You just need to wait until my throat feels better.” You threw away the clean wooden stick and walked past Changbin. As you got close to his ear, you let out another soft moan.

“You better not test me, y/n. I cannot wait until I can be responsible for those sounds again. Your throat should heal soon because I don’t know how long I can go without it.”

Hyunjin:

It was the middle of the night, so everyone was asleep; everyone except for you. Your throat had been killing you for most of the day, and finally you could let yourself go and enjoy a popsicle. As soon as you plopped down on the floor in front of the fridge, you ripped the plastic wrapper off and shoved the ice in your mouth.

At first, you licked it all around, trying to get as much of its numbing cold around your mouth, but soon, you found yourself bobbing your head up and down, enjoying yourself. Luckily you were alone.

The ‘alone part’ only lasted for a few minutes though, because soon the lights flicked on, exposing you in your sleepwear, basically deep throating a blue popsicle.

“Well well,” Hyunjin slowly walked towards you. “What do we have here? You practicing?”

You sighed and took out the popsicle, ready to answer the man. Before you could, though, he already had his next sentence prepared. “Oh please don’t stop on my behalf. It’s a nice view. Are you okay with an audience?”

You shrugged and continued to relieve yourself of that burning feeling; continuing to take the popsicle in and out of your mouth over and over again.

“Seriously, y/n. You should be happy that I am the one who found you here like this, there is no telling what some of the others might have thought, or worse, done, if they had found you.”

“It’s just my throat, Hyunjin. It hurts.”

The man just hummed in response and sat on the floor with you, eyes not leaving the sight in front of him. His hand was resting on your knee and his thumb slightly rubbing it calmly. You let one of your own hands trail along his leg, up his thigh as you continued to treat the popsicle as if it was him. He couldn’t help but imagine it that way, it made him more and more excited.

“You know,” he hesitated for a moment, not sure if you would appreciate the following comment. “If you ever need to practice more, I have a popsicle you can use.”

You smiled at him as you took the ice out of your mouth, sticking out your blue tongue towards him.

“I mean it, y/n. You shouldn’t act so seductively late at night, it makes it hard for me to be responsible for what might happen.”

Han Jisung:

You had just taken a shower, hoping that it would have helped with the soreness in your throat, but to no avail. As a last resort, you took a popsicle out of the freezer and sat down at the bar, hoping to finally find some relief. As soon as the cold hit your throat, you knew you had made the right decision. You couldn’t fight the moans escaping your mouth as you found solace in the cold snack. After a minute or two, you took out the popsicle and started licking it, from bottom to top. As you licked it for the fourth time, you could hear a soft gasp behind you. Ignoring the person who had just entered the kitchen, you continued to both lick and stick the popsicle in your mouth, trying to find any relief you could. The gasps continued until you finally felt a kiss being planted on your cheek. That in itself completely gave away who was standing behind you.

“Can I help you?” You took out the popsicle and stuck out a slightly blue tongue. Jisung now stood next to you: Eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He usually wasn’t the one to creep up on others, he was way too loud for that most of the time. He must have had a good reason.

“Yeah, I’d like a taste.” Jisung bit his lower lip as he looked at you, eyes fixated on the popsicle that continued to move in and out of your mouth. You stuck out the popsicle towards him and closed your eyes as you sighed. A wet feeling on your chin and lower lip made them shoot back open, though.

“Jisung!” You yelped. “What the-”

He snickered and stuck out his own tongue. “I told you I wanted a taste. There were just some drops on your chin. They seemed a lot tastier than the popsicle itself.”

“You little-” you began, cutting yourself off. Talking still slightly hurt, so you decided it wasn’t worth undoing what the popsicle had just brought you in terms of relief. You quickly stuck it back in there.

“Oh, looks like someone doesn’t have the energy to argue,” he smiled sarcastically. “How about we try that again, but this time, I want to taste the rest.”

You didn’t remove the popsicle from your mouth, though; not giving him the opportunity to stick his tongue inside.

“Aww, no fun, y/n! I just wanted a taste! How about you taste me instead? I have a popsicle right here for you; for you only.”

Lee Felix / Yongbok:

Finally everyone had gone to bed, or so you thought. The freezer was full of popsicles and you were going to eat at least three tonight. Anything to get rid of this burning sensation in your throat. You sat on the floor and relaxed your shoulders.

As soon as the cold hit your throat, you let out a moan. Before you knew it, the sounds in the kitchen were comparable to an amateur porn shoot. Well, maybe not that loud, but at least the sounds were noticeable and prominent. You would have never done this during the day, maybe not even during the night, but you needed some relief and you didn’t care how you were going to get it.

“W-what are you doing?” Felix had entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes to signify his exhaustion. His cheeks were as red as your popsicle was blue. “You shouldn’t let people hear those kinds of sounds,” he said. Even though you couldn’t hear him, he added: “At least not like this in the kitchen.”

You smiled at him and got up from the floor, slowly walking towards him. Felix was always a fun one to tease, especially in situations like these. It’s not like you were waiting for him to enter the kitchen, but you were happy he had.

“Why not?” You asked innocently, licking the popsicle more intensely with each step you took. The man gulped and froze in place. There was no way in hell that he was going to move from this spot, not with you walking towards him like that. As soon as your bodies were pressed against each other, you kept walking. A few more steps and you had him pressed against the wall.

“B-Because it-it’s, well, you k-know.”

Cute.

“Because?” You used one of your legs to part his, taking the popsicle out of your mouth and holding it in front of him. “Would you like a lick?”

Sometimes, Felix would suddenly change in moments like this. His voice and demeanor would almost do a 180. This turned out to be one of those moments. He turned you around and this time, it was his turn to press against you. One hand against the wall and the other cupping your face. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and you were upset that your throat really hurt that much at the moment.

“I would love a lick. Speaking of licking, I have something for you that tastes way better than a popsicle, y/n.”

Seungmin:

You let out a deep sigh as the popsicle hit the back of your throat, breathing around the blue ice. Dinner had been a bit of a battle, as the heat did not correspond well with the already burning sensation you felt at the moment. The popsicle made everything better, though. The further the cold reached inside your throat, the heavier your breathing became; eventually letting out a soft moan or two.

“Whoa.” Seungmin stood in the door opening and strode towards you; dishes in hand. “That’s hot.”

Slightly taken aback by his bluntness, you took the popsicle out of your mouth and cocked your head, looking at the men intently. Seungmin put the dishes in the sink and turned towards you. You had not anticipated for him to grab your chin, and you had definitely not anticipated what he would say next.

“I wonder what you sound like with me in your mouth instead of that small popsicle.”

You lightly choked and coughed a few times, trying to collect yourself.

“Excuse you!” You exclaimed, giving him a slap on his chest. He chuckled and gave the bottom of the popsicle a quick lick as you held it in your hand. Immediately afterwards, he guided the blue stick back towards your mouth, waiting patiently for you to part your lips. With a smirk adorning his face, he quickly pushed it just a bit too far, chuckling at the gagging sound you made.

“I like that sound,” he whispered in your ear, moving away from you. “When can I hear it again?” The comment had earned him another slap.

“Seungmin!” You tried to sound stern, but unfortunately, the name left your lips in a more needy tone than you had intended.

“Oh?” His reply was almost arrogant, yet loving. He started into your eyes as he examined your tongue going up and down the blue stick. “You should be careful eating like that in this house. You never know who might try to take advantage of a sight like this.” He planted a quick kiss on your forehead and turned around; working on the dishes like nothing had happened. It had been your intention to quip back, but your brain did not give you any words to work with.

“Next time, let’s try something different, y/n. I know a great popsicle you can use to soothe your throat and make you moan at the same time.”

I.N / Jeongin:

“Hmm, that feels good,” you mumbled to yourself as your throat felt a form of relief. It had been a whole day of your throat hurting and after trying multiple remedies, Hyunjin had given you a great idea: Eat a popsicle to soothe the burning sensation.

You stood over the sink, some of the blue ice dripping past your lips, onto your chin, and eventually into the sink. “Oh God,” you exclaimed. “This is exactly what I needed.”

While completely lost in your own relief, you had not noticed someone entering the kitchen. The moans escaping your lips filled the entire kitchen. Had you known you were not alone, you would have never made sounds like that but the cold just felt so good.

“Y/n?”

The sound startled you so much that you almost dropped the popsicle as you shot up.

“O-oh,” you stumbled. “Jeongin, I didn’t hear you come in.”

The man walked towards you, cursing himself for giving away that he was there in the first place. He would have listened to your moans for as long as he could. He made a mental note of not saying anything if he would be lucky enough to find you in this position again.

“Wh-what are you-” He stopped himself for a second, suddenly over conscious of his words. “What’s that?” He pointed towards the obvious object enveloped by your tongue. “A popsicle,” you replied dryly. “Want a taste?”

It was cute to see how quickly he closed the distance between the two of you, grabbing your hand and bringing the blue stick towards his mouth. As he licked it, he looked at you, gauging your reaction. You chuckled and took the popsicle back, sticking it back in your own mouth.

“How-” Jeongin began, once again hyper aware of saying the right things. “H-How far can you take that?”

Another chuckle escaped your lips as you delicately pushed the ice inside your mouth. With each centimeter, Jeongin’s eyes grew bigger and bigger. At some point, you were afraid they were going to pop out of his head. You kept going until you felt your gag reflex kicking in, not realizing how much of the popsicle had disappeared.

“Whoa,” Jeongin said breathily. “That’s amazing, y/n.” You smiled at the compliment and teasingly planted a kiss on his cheek.

“If you want to practice that some time again with a bigger prop, I have one for you. I think it would feel really good, for both of us.”

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CAMPING | lmh

🧸 pairing. lee minho + afab!reader

synopsis. camping is you and your boyfriend's favourite hobby— waking up to beautiful sceneries, exploring untouched nature and enjoying a barbecue dinner! Oh, and also the sex. The sex is great.

🌙 wc. 1.5k | warnings. smut content ahead, established relationship, I almost dare to say smut without plot, but I tried so pls don't be too harsh—

smut warning. implied penetration, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, clothed sex.

No matter if summer or winter, if hot or cold— the second you and your boyfriend realised you had two whole days free of any schedules, you’d hop in your car, which you’d fill to the brim with camping equipment, a bag of clothes for the both of you in the backseat and a bag of food and drinks at your feet, then head to your favorite camping site, which was a good four hours away from your apartment; it was a very exhausting snowy and slippery drive, but the scenery you got to wake up seeing in the morning was definitely worth it.

After paying the entrance fee, Minho parked the car inside the camping site, taking a deep breath and slumping back on the driver’s seat with his eyes closed, finally being able to rest after the long drive. You turned your body to face him and smiled, extending your arm to move a strand of your boyfriend's long hair away from his forehead, which made him look at you, “Wanna help me set up the tent or you wanna go ask the reception to give us some wood for a bonfire?” he asked softly, his face barely visible in the darkness, the cloudy weather outside plus the sun starting to hide behind the tall mountains in front of you casted a shadow over his face, though his brown eyes somehow still managed to sparkle with their usual cheerfulness and malice.

“We both know you’re ten times faster setting the tent up by yourself, Min.” you snickered, “I’ll go ask for the wood and be right back. Don’t miss me too much.” you joked, your palm moving to rest on the handle of the car door, ready to leave the vehicle, when he suddenly grabbed the back of your head, turning it towards him to keep it in place as he hovered over the central console and leaned towards your speechless form with a smirk, his lips brushing over yours.

“Impossible. I already miss you, but don’t worry, you’ll make it up to me later.” he purred, and you felt your cheeks warm up.

***

As you sat on the foldable gray camping sofa you’d brought from home, hugging your knees against your chest with your chin on top of them, you stared up at Minho, who was busy grilling your dinner on the barbecue in front of you with a concentrated pout as he lightly moved his hips left and right to the rhythm of the music playing from your phone, causing a small grin to make its way on your lips.

When he slightly hovered over the grill to pick up a piece of meat to taste if it was ready to be served, his round butt fully grabbed your attention, with it being splayed right in front of your eyes, and you, being a butt lover yourself, couldn't resist the temptation to squeeze it, “Are you butt-dialing me? Because damn, that ass is calling me.” you then pinched it with a giggle as he side-eyed you and munched on the meat, though you could clearly see him biting back an amused smile.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly took a slice of zucchini from the grill, flipping around to hover over your sat figure, shoving the vegetable in your mouth with a mischievous smile— his almond eyes looking into your wide open ones as his hand gently squeezed the side of your thigh, his fingers slowly tracing them up and down, “I’m cold, can I use your thighs as earmuffs?” Minho whispered while his index and thumb took a hold of your chin, slightly raising your head up, “Now that I think about it, my nose is pretty cold too, can I bury it inside your pretty folds to warm it up?” he continued, the hand on your thigh moving to the side to tease your sex, which was covered by a pair of light pants and underwear, given it was almost summer and it was starting to be pretty hot outside at all times of the day.

You bit your lip to hold back a moan when he moved his fingers down your lips, circling your entrance through the layers of clothing, “M—Min…” you whined as you looked up at him with a furrow in your brows, humming happily when he met your pouty lips with his own, him harshly sucking on your bottom lip.

Then, he stopped, “Mh, maybe later, I’m hungry for food now.” he murmured in your mouth, his fingers slapping your drenched cunt before going right back to grilling, as if nothing had just happened— the only difference was the painful-looking bulge protruding through his black knee-length shorts only a few inches away from you.

However, that ‘later’ came much earlier than you’d expected, since around fifteen minutes later he cut dinner short by throwing you inside of your tent in a swift motion, all while grumbling and whining because you’d apparently teased him too much for his liking.

As soon as he zipped the tent up, which he’d set up in an isolated place, already knowing you’d end up fucking like rabbits in no time, Minho tore your leggings on the crotch and moved your flimsy underwear to the side to finger your wet hole, prepping it to take him as your tongues intertwined, your hands fumbling with his shorts and underwear to set free his hard length before pumping him with your fist, “You’re s—so hard, shit—” you moaned and clawed at his bicep.

“Fuck, I need you now.” he mumbled, four fingers deep inside of your cunt, his other hand on the mattress pinned next to your head as his eyes tried to focus on yours in the darkness to see if you were ready, his cock twitching in your hands st your next words—

“Take me then.”

And like countless of other times— moans, whimpers and the sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls of your tent in the middle of the forest, for minutes on end, the mattress under you holding your bodies as you both came in each other's arms multiple times, “Be good and open your legs wide for me now, kitten.” he panted as he slowly pulled out of you, a soft whimper exiting your lips at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

You thoughtlessly obeyed him, pinning your elbows down on the air mattress below you and your feet to your sides, a shiver running through your body when you felt your and his cum slowly dribble out of your stuffed hole, your cloudy and watery eyes trying to focus on your kneeling, barely visible, boyfriend in front of you fisting his hard cock, “What are you…” you asked softly, feeling your cheeks heat up rapidly when you could feel his eyes fixed on your sex, glistening under the soft moonlight pouring in the tent..

He licked his dry lips, his fingers sticky from both your releases slowly inching closer to your abused heat, “Oh, don’t mind me— I’m just enjoying the show before I feast on it.” he smirked as he ran his index between your folds, a satisfied hum reverberating in him when you squirmed from overstimulation under his touch.

Without warning, he collected the cum slipping out of you with two fingers and stuffed it back inside, which made you whine and jerk your hips towards his fingers, “Keep all this inside for me, will you, kitten?” he whispered, his pupils widening when they noticed you’d started slowly rolling and fucking yourself on his fingers, “So pathetic.” he groaned lowly, though his cock twitched at the sight.

“AH! Holy Hell—” you swore under your breath when Minho suddenly dipped his head down with a grin and gave your cunt a long, wet lick from bottom to top, swirling his tongue around your puffy clit and sucking on it roughly, “Oh my God— Min— Oh fuck—” you moaned loudly, clasping your thighs around his head when his hot tongue thrust into your heat.

Your head fell back as you started grinding on his face, helped by him when he grabbed the sides of your thighs and slightly lifted your bottom up from the mattress, and though you couldn't see it, you could feel a string of wetness connecting you to the sheets, “s’ fucking hot—” he muffled in between your folds, his dark, lustful eyes looking at how your chest heaved up and down quickly, registering in his mind how your sweeter than honey, but still borderline pornographic, your moans sounded and how you clenched around his long tongue with every thrust.

Then, you came without any warning whatsoever, your slick squirting on his face as he helped you ride out your high with his fingers, his other fingers collecting some of your release dripping down his chin, licking his fingers the moment after as your hazy and watery eyes stayed fixed on him, “Shorter feast than usual, but absolutely delicious nonetheless. I think—” he smirked, lowering his head once again until he was face to face with your cunt again, your eyes rolling back in pleasure when his hot breath hit your abused folds, “I think I’mma go for a second serving now.”

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Ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ　ｂｏｙ　<３　ぶ詠案

for one of my most favorite boys ever <3 happy 23rd sweet boy <3

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ cw: tooth rotting fluff, cursing, slightly suggestive, petnames, established relationship <3 ♥

⊹ 🔭𖦹𓈒🌷੭࣪ ݊݊ ֶָ֢ 👒ׅׅʿʿ᮫⊹࠭ 🔭𖦹𓈒🌷੭࣪ ݊݊ ֶָ֢ 👒ׅׅʿʿ᮫⊹࠭ 🔭𖦹𓈒🌷੭࣪ ݊݊ ֶָ֢ 👒ׅׅʿʿ᮫⊹࠭ 🔭𝅄᮫۪֗𖦹𓈒🌷੭࣪ 𝅄 ݊݊ ֶָ֢

"Happy Birthday!" you squealed after your boyfriend, Hyunjin, emerged from your room.

You run up and hug him. He melts with your touch and hugs you back. You press a kiss on his lips. "You're more excited than I am aren't you?" he retorts.

"Only a little bit! You're 23! And today is all about you!" you smile and press another kiss on his lips.

He smiles and returns the kiss. You link your arms around his neck, when you break away you sway gently, "I have the whole day planned Hyunnie!"

He smiles at the nickname, "is that so lovely?" he asks.

You nod enthusiastically, "when do you have to do your birthday vlive?"

"At like 4? Why?" he ponders.

"That means we have to hurry up then," you figure.

He smiles and kisses your forehead. "I guess so huh?"

You nod and move off him to bring him 3 pancakes you made him that morning. He loved when you cooked for him. "All for you," you say as you hand him the plate.

He takes the plate and stands at the kitchen counter to eat. He takes a bite and his eyes light up. "Is it good Hyunnie?" you ask from his side.

He nods and takes another bite. "I'll be back in a second I gotta grab your birthday present!" you comment and rush to your bedroom closet to grab his presents.

You return and Hyunjin is still eating his breakfast. You sit the presents on the counter and jump up so you are sitting next to them. Once he finishes eating he turns to you and you hand him his presents. When he opens it he finds a necklace with your initial on it, he holds it up to inspect it, "it's so we can match Hyunnie," you inform and play with the necklace that has a cursive H hanging as the charm.

He smiles and immediately puts it on. "I love it, and I love you," he says while closing the space between you two.

"Open the other one!" you say and motion to the other present.

He opens it to find the pair of sneakers he had his eye on for around four months. "Really!" he squeaks.

"Yes really! I knew you really wanted them," you comment.

He wraps his left arm around you and brings you in for a loving kiss. "Fucking love you," he mutters while coming up for air before continuing to kiss you.

When he finally pulls away all you can do is smile giddily. "That's not the only present you have," you inform.

"And what is the other one?"

"You'll have to take off my clothes to find out Hyunnie." you smirk.

"You don't have to tell me twice Mrs. Hwang," he smiles.

"Mrs. Hwang?"

"After all this, you better believe I'm putting a ring on your pretty little finger," he smirks.

You blush at his words, "lets take this to the bedroom."

⊹🔭𖦹𓈒🌷੭࣪ ֶָ֢ 👒ׅׅʿʿ᮫⊹࠭ 🔭𖦹𓈒🌷੭࣪ ݊݊ ֶָ֢ 👒ׅׅʿʿ᮫⊹࠭ 🔭𖦹𓈒🌷੭࣪ ݊݊ ֶָ֢ 👒ׅׅʿʿ᮫⊹࠭ 🔭𝅄᮫۪֗𖦹𓈒🌷੭࣪ 𝅄 ݊݊ ֶָ֢ 👒ׅׅʿʿ᮫

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07. sharing a bed series ; skz ; seungmin

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sharing a bed series part 7/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN. -

pairing: kim seungmin/reader content info: sexual content. enemies2lovers, sharing a bed trope. sassy bad girl reader, sassy good boy seungmin. handcuffed together trope. sex toys, blow jobs, strap-on blow jobs, handjobs, dick piercings, fake sex. lots of bickering, lots of moaning, lots of evil smirking hehe.

It takes about ten minutes to get through the doorway because neither you or Seungmin will concede ground. With your right hand handcuffed to his left hand, your shoulder-to-shoulder breadth is too big for the doorframe.

After some arguing, you face each other. You are glaring the entire time but you manage to force your way into the bedroom.

You can’t change clothes with the handcuffs so you head straight for the bed where you proceed to stumble around clumsily. With some cussing and your failed attempt to put him in a headlock, you and Seungmin manage to get in bed.

You lay on your backs with your handcuffed hands between you.

There is a minute of silence. Everyone else went to bed hours ago so the vacation house is silent. It’s just you and the most annoying man on earth, forcibly handcuffed together, stuck in the same bed.

“My life a joke,” you say.

“Yeah,” Seungmin says. “Your life is a joke. Ow!”

He slaps your hand when you pinch his thigh and you smack his chin only for him to chomp at your fingers. You both roll your eyes and look away from each other for all of ten seconds, then you glare at him and he gives you a judgemental stare.

“How are you going to sleep like that?” he asks.

You raise your joined hands, the chain jingling.

“Wow, Seungmin, whatever do you mean?” you say dryly.

“Wow, Seungmin, meh-meh-beh-beh,” he mocks your tone then uses his free hand to smack your arm. It makes a crinkling sound when it collides with the leather jacket you can’t remove. “I’m talking about the skinned cow on the cow.”

“Funny.”

“The skinned cow is the leather jacket.”

“I know that.”

“And you’re the other cow.”

“I got it, Seungmin.”

“Just checking,” he says with that blithe, shit-eating grin of his. “You’re just not very smart so I wanted to be nice and check.”

This fucking guy.

Kim Seungmin is the mouthiest smartass you have ever met. A friend of your friends, the acquaintanceship has been forced on you for the sake of the overall friend group. You two are like oil and water, completely incompatible in every way. You are the denim-and-leather bad girl and he is the blazer-and-tie good boy. Equally sassy, but astronomically apart in lifestyle. You clashed from your first introduction.

You can usually manage an hour or two of civility, especially if you stay out of each other’s way, but this vacation has pushed that strained dynamic to its breaking point.

Changbin’s family owns a vacation house near a ski resort so your whole friend group is spending the winter holidays at the luxury cabin. This means you and Seungmin have been forced to interact for much longer than a few hours.

You expected some annoyance but Seungmin is an even bigger brat than you remembered. You have already spent three days at each other’s throats. Tonight you went to a party at the resort and the few hours away from him did wonders, but it only took one stupid remark for you start fighting all over again.

You didn’t even have time to remove your boots or jacket. With Seungmin, it was on sight.

Fed-up, Minho leapt off the couch and disappeared into his bedroom. The others were just groaning or slouched in their seats, shaking their heads at you and Seungmin. You couldn’t stop if you wanted to, every dry remark needing a comeback, every insult escalating.

Then Minho returned. He yanked Seungmin out of his seat and practically threw him at you. You should have let his stupid face hit the ground but your reflexes kicked in and you caught him in his flail. There were a few seconds of confusion before Minho clasped the handcuffs around you. The whole room went silent, you and Seungmin staring at the cuffs then looking at Minho.

Minho dangled the keys in your face.

“I will let you out of the handcuffs,” he spoke as if speaking to particularly stupid children, “when you overcome your differences and decide to stop ruining the holiday.”

You and Seungmin both sputtered in protest, but neither of you were brave enough to physically fight Minho for the keys. That kitty has claws, mean ones. Not even you mess with Lee Minho.

Now you and Seungmin are stuck sharing a bed. You are still fully dressed, in jeans, shirt, and leather jacket, whereas he was already dressed down in pyjama pants and a t-shirt. All he has to do is remove his glasses and he’s fine to sleep.

You, however, are dressed for a whole different kind of evening.

“Trust me,” you say with an aggrieved sigh, “the jacket is not the most uncomfortable thing I’m wearing.”

He pinches his glasses at the stem, wiggling them up-and-down like it will help him see better.

“What do you mean?” he asks. “Wait, you’re a freak, right? Is it something kinky?”

He asks it mockingly but you smile and turn your face to him, lifting an eyebrow. You get some satisfaction from the way his face contorts with realization.

“Wait, really?” he asks. “What the hell. Why? What is it?”

“You sound curious.”

You really can’t help but tease him, anticipating he will snap back with equal verve. You are surprised when his remark gets tangled on his tongue, his mouth open with no reply. The tips of his ears are faintly red.

“Oh, you are curious,” you say.

“Gross, no way.” He comes back to himself and scrunches his whole face with revulsion. “Keep it to yourself. Pervert.”

“Proudly.”

“Wow.”

You feel satisfied with the silence that follows, feeling like you finally won a conversation and sent him into a mute stupor. But then he looks at you and you brace yourself for the incoming wave of irritation.

“It’s not gonna suddenly go off or something, is it?” he asks. “I don’t want to wake up to you thrashing around like a fish on a boat deck.”

“It’s a hard packer. You know, a strap-on for wearing out? A ready-to-go, signed-sealed-and-delivered dick?” You list everything with the same pleasant smile. “Big one too.”

His face is perpetually frozen in a state of prepared ridicule so he still looks marginally judgemental, but more confused than repulsed.

“Right now?” he says. His eyes drift down to your jeans. “You wore… you wore it out?”

“Brave new world, Seungminnie,” you say, the nickname making his eye twitch despite the sarcasm in it.

“You’re lying,” he says. He doesn’t wait for you to argue; he reaches with his cuffed hand to feel for extra weight between your legs. It drags your own hand along with it, too surprised to react fast enough to stop him. He finds what he was looking for, his brow furrowing when he closes his fist over the hard bulge under your fly. “Whoa, wait, seriously?”

“Dude!” You pry his hand off, though he doesn’t go without a fight, patting it like it’s puppy. “What the hell, man. You can’t just grab someone’s dick like that.”

“Why not? It’s not real.”

“It is in a way! I can still feel it!”

“You can?” He pokes it.

“Yes.” You swat him away. “Depending on position.”

“And you wore it to the party?” he says, then whistles low and shakes his head. “Wow. You have a high opinion of yourself. Thought you were gonna get lucky?”

“I did very well for myself, thanks.”

He holds up your cuffed hands with a sarcastic look of his own.

“Not that well,” he says. “Or you wouldn’t be here.”

“I don’t tend to stay the night,” you say.

“Love ‘em and leave ‘em,” he says. “I should have known.” He sighs as if disappointed in you.

You barely register his retort, your brain jumping ahead a few paces.

Walking around with ready-to-play silicone in your pants does have a tendency to leave you teetering on the side of horny, so maybe that’s why your brain is incapable of supplying another type of plan, but a plan begins to form nonetheless.

“I have an idea,” you say.

“Breaking your wrist so you can slide out of the handcuffs?”

“Kim Seungmin, I’ll let you know that while I might have one hand out of commission, I am still capable of shoving your slipper in your mouth.”

“Kim Seungmin, meh-meh-meh, beh-beh-beh.”

“Why do I even bother?” You sigh. “Do you wanna get out of these handcuffs or not?”

“Fine.” He fiddles with his glasses and glares at you. “I’m going to regret asking this, but what’s your idea?”

You sit up and nod your head towards the wall behind the headboard.

“Minho’s room is on the other side of this wall, isn’t it?” you ask.

“Yes,” he replies, warily. “Why?”

“Let’s pretend to have noisy sex.”

“What!” He sits upright too, the cuffs jingling again.

“We can bang the headboard against the wall,” you add.

“What the hell is that supposed to accomplish, you idiot?”

“Two things,” you say. “One: that we have clearly resolved our differences through the release of sexual tension. And two: if we are exceptionally noisy about it, it will piss him off enough to want to separate us again.”

“That is a terrible plan,” he says, which is not a rejection. “Besides there’s no sexual tension between us. There’s no way he’d believe it.”

“Well then,” you say, leaning closer to his face, “you better put on a believable performance to make up for it, hm?”

You expected him to lean back but he didn’t move, so you find yourself nose-to-nose and locked in a staring contest. It is so quiet that you can hear every intake of breath. His gaze goes from your eyes to your lap and back again, jaw clenching.

“Fine,” he says. “I’m only willing to try because I’d rather chew off my hand than spend the night with you—”

“I mean, you can try that too,” you say.

“Shut up.” He grabs the collar of your jacket and jerks you around. “Just get down.”

“Uh, get down?” You push when you realize he is trying to wrestle you onto your back. You lift your joined hands off the bed so he loses his balance. “You get down. I’m on top.”

“Can you relax?” he says, scrambling back upright. “We’re not actually having sex, you uptight weirdo.”

“Yeah, but do you think those skinny arms can push this headboard against the wall?”

“I think these skinny arms can push you off the bed.”

“I think those skinny arms will find themselves following.”

You tussle for a good minute, pushing at each other’s faces and tugging each other’s shirts. Your physical strength overpowers his but he isn’t hindered by a stupid leather jacket. Already a bit sweaty and exhausted, you surrender with an aggravated huff.

“Fine, try it then,” you say, flopping on your back. You stubbornly cross your arms, trapping his cuffed hand in your arm.

“Let me go,” he says, trying to wrest his arm back.

“I’m not doing anything. Ahh, stop that!”

He tires to lick you. Tongue out, he dives at your head. He only stops when you snatch his glasses off his face, at which point he climbs on top of you to try and grab them back.

“Stop it. This is so immature,” he says, stretching to reach your own outstretched arm.

“Immature?” you ask, aghast. “You were trying to lick me!”

“That was different.”

“How?”

“Because you suck,” he says.

He manages to get his glasses back. He sticks out his tongue as he puts them on his face.

You tussle a little more, shuffling around and swiping at each other. Eventually you get to the middle of the bed with him still straddling your hips. Your cuffed arm lifts when he grips the headboard with both hands. He strains for one pitiful push. His hair bounces but the headboard barely hits the wall.

You lift an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” he says.

“I didn’t say anything,” you reply.

“I can hear your ugly face.”

“That’s a you problem.”

He ignores you and braces himself to push on the headboard again. All the beds are extravagantly woodworked pieces, the headboards dense and heavy. Despite the proximity to the wall, you are not surprised it takes effort to actually make the bed bounce.

Seungmin, to his credit, does not give up easily. He braces his shoulders, but this time when he pushes he rocks with his whole body.

Unfortunately, this does drag almost all his weight against the toy in your pants. You are wearing the kind of underwear designed to support a toy, the base of it separated from your clit by only a strip of fabric. When he rocks against you, it grinds there, and your hands instinctively fly to grab his hips.

It knocks him a bit off balance because your cuffed hand drags his down too. He puts that hand over yours, cupped around his hip, and glares down at you.

“What the hell was that?” he asks.

You let go of his hips immediately.

“Nothing,” you say.

He looks at you with a scrutinizing eye, then looks down, then up again. You hold his gaze unflinchingly, at least until he rocks again and a little spark of heat goes off inside you.

“Can you feel that?” he asks. He asks it matter-of-factly, peering down at you from behind his big round glasses, sitting comfortably in his stupid pyjamas.

“Yes,” you speak in as steady a voice as you can, because you will not show weakness first. “There are only a couple positions where I can feel it strongly. This… is… one of them.”

“Wow,” he says. He looks genuinely reflective for a minute, then he grins one of his evil grins. “So… you can feel when I do this?” He puts his free hand on the middle of your chest and leans forward so he grinds against you at a different angle, his own bulge pushing against yours.

“Ohmyff—” You grab his hips again, freezing him while he snickers above you. “Dude.”

“Just checking,” he says. He grabs the headboard and pushes again. The thud is a soft one.

You clench your jaw, annoyed and wound up. You grab his waist and roll over in one fluid motion, knocking some wind out of him when you thump him on his back. His thighs clench instinctively to hold onto your hips, his legs still around your waist when you grab the headboard and shove it several times in a row.

His cuffed arm is above his head, hand dangling under your grip on the headboard. His glasses are askew from the flip, his legs still open around yours. He stares at you, however crookedly through the tilted glasses. Your breathing is heavy in the quiet room. He swallows.

You break the silence with a pointed, “Well?”

“Well, what?” he asks just as roughly.

“Moan or yell or something. Whatever you normally do in bed.”

“I’m normally quiet.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you say dryly. “Since that mouth never stops.”

“Why don’t you moan?”

“Because I’m in charge of bed pushing.” To make your point, you rock the bed some more, pushing slightly against him with the motion. The headboard hits the wall for a few rhythmic thumps.

He fixes his glasses with his free hand, still frowning at you. That hand freezes on his glasses when you shrug your coat off your free arm, too hot to keep wearing it. It will only get caught on the handcuffs if you push it down the other arm so you leave it hanging off your shoulder. You put your hand back on the headboard, muscles flexing with the next shove. His eyes go to your arm.

“Well?” you say.

He looks at you. It’s a cold, unfeeling stare, followed by an annoyed puff of a breath.

Then he makes a sound, a small, rough moan in the back of his throat. You are certain only you can hear it. He looks right at you while doing it, legs still accommodating your shape, on his back with an open mouth while glaring at you despite the noises.

It is, in a word, hot. Hot as fucking hell. Oh god. You are not getting turned on by Kim Seungmin. Absolutely not.

He moans again, closing his eyes and shifting with the next push, as if he can really feel it. He cants his hips and falls back again. He moans one more time.

Ah, you think. Fuck.

You stop shoving the bed for a second, breathless and not from exertion.

You clear your throat. Seungmin is still staring at you. You stare back, then your gaze drifts. The leather jacket starts to slip down your shoulder so you tug it back up. You gulp.

“You’re hard,” you say, a very basic observation. His soft pyjama pants leave little to the imagination.

He drops his legs from around your waist, but you are between his thighs so he can’t quite close them. He plants his feet on the bed and glares up at you.

“So are you,” he says.

“Mine’s not real,” you say.

“Ohh, so now it’s not real?” He rolls his eyes. “Sorry, I can’t keep up with Schrodinger’s dick.”

“You know what I mean, smartass.”

“If anything yours is more real,” he says. “Your dick is more deliberate than mine. I can’t control my hard-on but you put one there on purpose.”

That logic is a weirdly difficult to argue. You try to think of a witty comeback but your brain is more than a little fried.

“So,” is all you say, at a loss.

He stares up at you for another second, then pushes himself upright. You let his cuffed hand lead yours, at least until you realize he is bringing his hands to the button of your jeans. You seize his cuffed hand and tug it away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asks contemptuously. He even snarls.

Despite the viciousness, he dives in without waiting for an answer. He uses his free hand as a guide, but otherwise he leans forward and clamps his teeth around the button. He works it open quickly, then takes the zipper in his mouth and yanks it down.

You let go of his hand, surprised. He uses both hands to fish the toy out of your pants.

He balks at it.

“You walked around with this all night?” he asks, looking up at you.

Fuck. It is literally right by his face. It looks obscene. Your figures twitch with the urge to cup his chin.

“Yes,” you answer in a low voice. “It’s my preferred method of, uh, action.”

“Action,” he repeats, smiling like the word is a hilarious punchline. He even cackles a little. “Action,” he repeats. “Not ‘making love?’” His tone is drole.

“Not really the making love type,” you say.

“Wow,” he says. His eyes flick to your toy dick, just millimeters from his face. He pushes his glasses up his nose. He glances up at you with that evil smile. “Same,” he says.

Then suddenly he has his mouth wrapped around the end of it, looking up at you as he sucks on it.

For a second, you think you have gone completely insane, because you swear you can feel it. Your clit and pussy and every other body part rears to life with sudden, unbidden arousal.

“Jesus fucking—” you start.

He pops off your dick with a wet sound. He licks his lips.

“Hmm,” he says, eying it thoughtfully. “Tastes funny. Could you feel that?”

“Kinda,” you squeak. “In a way.”

“Got it.”

Is this even turning him on? His dick is filling out his pyjama pants so you think so, but he is also approaching the entire thing like it can be hacked through a scientific algorithm. He studies the toy with a lot of scrutiny, as if he is calculating the mechanics of it.

“You don’t have to—” you start, but then suddenly his mouth is back on the end of it, his free hand is in the middle of it, and he is pushing it back against you, clearly having figured out you can feel the part against your clit. He grinds it there, up and down, bobbing his head and staring up at you.

It is usually fairly difficult to reach orgasm this way but he takes you the edge in an almost terrifying speed run, then abruptly stops. He takes in a deep breath, a huge wad of spit connecting his lips to the end of the toy.

“Did that do something?” he asks, wiping his mouth.

Your jacket slips down your arm and catches on the handcuffs. You stare at him.

“Uhhh…” you say, voice guttural. “Yes.”

He grins, looking immensely satisfied with himself.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he says. “I thought it would be more complicated. I’m guessing gravity works in your favour when someone sits on it?”

Yes, that is your brain spilling out of your ear in a big, mushy goop.

“Uh, yeah,” you say. “Yeah.” What the fuck else are you supposed to say?

He suddenly narrows his eyes at you, his regard suspicious even while he starts jerking the toy with his free hand.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

You show him the only way that makes sense, leading his cuffed hand to your pants and nudging the toy aside so he can slip his fingers past it. He freezes completely when he feels how turned on you are, looking up at you as he returns his now wet fingers to himself.

“Oh,” he says. He looks at his fingertips. “I see.”

Then he grins at you and puts his fingers in his mouth.

“Right,” you say. “Got it.”

You grab him and put him on his back again, reaching immediately for his waistband. You have barely grasped the material when you are suddenly shoved back, his foot planted squarely in the middle of your chest.

“Slippers first,” he says.

He is just being difficult. You know that, but you indulge the little brat anyway, glaring at him while removing his stupid slipper. You toss it behind you and he switches feet, shoving his other one in the same spot. He smiles at you, leaning back on his elbows at tapping his slippered toes against your heart. You shake your head but remove that one too. Before he can try any more funny business, you grab him under the knee and push his knees back to his chest. His glasses slip a little again. His cuffed hand can’t leave yours, hooked under his knee, so his free hand awkwardly reaches up to fix them.

“Careful,” he says, like you’ve been the unreasonable one in any way, shape, or form.

“I’ll try,” you say dryly, then reach for his waistband.

You get the material barely shuffled past his hips when your jaw falls open.

“Hold on,” you say, fingers reaching for his twitching dick. “No way. No way.”

Kim Seungmin. Blazer-and-tie good boy. Pristine socialite. Arrogant snob. High society darling. Spoiled brat. Good boy. Good boy. Good boy.

He has a classically beautiful piercing on the head of his dick.

He opens his mouth to speak, his expression revealing it is about to be some mouthy retort, but it turns into a gasp when you run your thumb up and over, teasing at it, gathering a not-inconsiderable amount of precum and stroking the whole length of him.

“Aren’t you pretty,” you say, circling the most sensitive cluster of nerves with your thumb. It makes his thighs twitch and his shoulders shake.

“S-surprised?” he asks.

“Honestly, yeah,” you admit.

He looks very satisfied with that, grinning at you. That evil smile drives you crazy so you flash a grin of your own then dive down.

His fake moans were pretty close to his real ones, but his real ones are louder as you expected. He has to bite his fist to keep the sound down. You rise, wiping at your mouth and glaring at him.

“Louder,” you say. “Remember?”

“Oh, right.” He drops his hand. “Your stupid plan. Okay. Continue.” He waves you onward like a prince, thumping his head back on the pillows.

He is so annoying. He really does have a pretty dick, though. Drawing real moans out of him is more fun than arguing over fake ones, and he makes some exceptionally lovely sounds when you put your mouth on him. He starts gasping when he gets close, his face scrunching up, but he grabs your head and stops before he gets there fully.

You look at him with a questioning eyebrow lift but move when he nudges you. He gets on his knees so you are kneeling in front of each other, then he guides your hand back to his dick at the same time he curls his fingers around the base of your toy.

Your eyes are heavy-lidded and your mouths are close together but not touching. It feels like another contest, to see who will give in and kiss the other person first, even while your hands are way past that stage.

Fuck it, you think when he gets a bit whiny, breathing hard against your lips. You clasp your free hand around his neck and drag him close for a kiss. It makes him come, his back locking and mouth opening under yours. He wouldn’t be Seungmin if he didn’t try and turn a kiss into a fight, licking at you with messy intensity. The rapid back-and-forth of his tongue coupled with his skilled hand takes you over the edge too.

You get a bit euphorically giggly when you come, smiling against his mouth.

Seungmin turns unexpectedly clingy, putting his free arm around your neck and burying his face in your shoulder. He holds so tightly that you fall, flopping onto the bed with him still nestled against you.

You lay there for a bit, him still hiding, your heavy breathing slowing to a more normal cadence. Eventually he lifts his head and exhales. He adjusts his crooked glasses then grins.

“I won,” he says.

“You can’t win at sex,” you reply.

“Yes you can, and I just did. Don’t be a sore loser.”

“Oh my god.”

Your exchange passes with far less animosity than usual. You still side-eye each other while dealing with your respective dicks. It’s a little easier for him to pull up his pants one-handed than it is for you to wrestle a toy out of an O-ring, but you do succeed. You let it roll off the edge of the bed, watching and listening as it thumps onto the floor.

You look over Seungmin who was watching too. When you make eye contact, you both start laughing. It turns the whole scene into an unusually affectionate one. Figuring you might as well commit, you hold his cuffed hand in your own. He rolls closer, eying you with those perpetually mischievous eyes.

Then suddenly the bedroom door flies open. It smashes into the wall, startling both of you.

Minho walks up to the bed and chucks the keys at you, glares, then turns and leaves the room. He slams the door shut behind him.

You and Seungmin look at each other then down at the keys.

“Told you,” you say.

“Don’t rub it in.”

“Don’t be a sore loser.”

He licks your cheek unprompted, then unlocks the cuffs while you complain and wipe your face. It has you so distracted that you are a second too late realizing he has another dastardly plan in mind.

Your wrist is still cuffed. He takes the now empty half and clasps it around one of the intricate loops in the headboard. You tug on it then look at him.

“Kim Seungmin,” you say.

“Kim Seungmin,” he repeats in that mocking voice, grinning as he climbs up over you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask, trying not to smile at his wicked grin as he starts kissing under your chin and down your chest.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asks. “I’m winning.”

You decide not to argue for once. It goes without saying you both won this round.

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