#poor channie

[seung-mong]

hyunjin - guilty guilty

includes: cheater! hyunjin x fem reader, kinda subby hyunjin, infidelity (duh), reader is chan's girlfriend, slight angst, unprotected sex, praise, lots of tearing up, hyunjin wants to mark u up so bad (i dont condone cheating AT ALL this is just a silly goofy smut drabble so dont take it srsly<;3)

wc: 1758

pt. 2 here;)

hyunjin should not be doing this. but god, you look so fucking beautiful on top of him, a sheen of sweat on your skin making it look like you're glowing in the moonlight. his grip on your hips is tight, fingers dipping harshly against your skin, leaving red marks in their wake. he knows what he's doing is wrong, what you're doing is wrong. but he just cant stop.

can't stop the way he starts to meet your every bounce, planting his feet on the bed to thrust up into you, hitting spots so deep in you, you can only take it and whimper. can't stop himself when he sits up, arm wrapping around your middle to press your naked body against his. can't stop the way his mouth latches onto your shoulder, licking and kissing the skin there. 

"no marks," you remind, breath labored as you ride him faster, thighs aching from all the work. 

hyunjin growls in annoyance at that. "wanna fucking mark you." 

"you know you can't." you sigh, gently cupping his face to meet yours. he looks up at you with sad eyes, a pout on his pretty pink lips that you wanna kiss away. so you do, bringing his face closer to yours to plant the softest kiss you can, almost as if your lips were hovering over his as you breathe against him. 

"he'll see." you whimper weakly, movements slowing when you see the way hyunjin's gaze starts to soften, deep brown eyes sparkling with tears that threaten to fall. 

"but, wanna mark you so bad. wanna paint you with my lips, pretty." he pouts, pretty pink lips swollen and jutting out. your heart swoons at his words, followed by a swift drop to your stomach as the guilt eats at your chest. 

"i cant give that to you, baby." you say as sweetly as you can, tone soft and gentle as your fingers curl into his hair, subtly grinding his cock even deeper into you, hoping it will distract him from the pain eating at his chest. he whimpers at the feeling of your wet walls hugging him so tightly, head hanging low as he lets you use him, however you want. 

you can tell he's slipping away from you, eyes dazed when you gently tug his hair back to force him to look at you. "you with me, baby?" you coo, putting pressure on your knees to ride him properly, tip of his cock kissing your cervix just right with the angle. 

"mhm, you're so pretty. such a pretty angel. wanna kiss." he mumbles, drool spilling out the corner of his mouth. 

you giggle at him, wiping his spit away with your thumb. "okay. baby can get his kisses," you hum, arms wrapping around his neck as you tilt your head to the side, catching his lips in a soft kiss. he immediately opens up for you, tongue peeking out shyly to dip into your mouth, tasting you. his hands roam up and down your bare sides, thumb brushing against your underboob as he whimpers into your mouth, pressing your bare chest even tighter against his. 

hyunjin never meant for this to happen. truly, he never meant to fuck you. regularly. it started out innocently enough, with hyunjin coming over on the nights chan was too busy with work. 

"she always has really bad nightmares when she sleeps alone. check up on her for me, wont you?" chan had asked, bags under his eyes so much more prominent now that comeback season was coming up, voice strained and heart heavy at the thought of his girlfriend falling asleep by herself. 

and hyunjin was always obedient, walking blocks in the middle of the night just to check up on you, only to find you fast asleep on his hyung's bed. he was gonna turn to leave, he swears, but then he heard you. moaning so sweetly in your sleep, hands searching mindlessly across the bedsheets for a warm body. 

hyunjin's heart broke at the broken sob that leaves your mouth, not even thinking twice before slipping under the covers with you, pressing your soft body against his, caging you against him. and then he smelled you, god you always smelled so good. 

"channie?" you whimpered against his chest, confused by the difference in this body, softer, leaner. he smelled different too, like a garden of roses. 

"no, y/n. its me, hyune. chan told me to check up on you. were you having a bad dream?" he asked, wiping away the hair that stuck to your forehead. 

you shuddered against his hold, fingers digging into his forearms and pressing him closer to you. "dont wanna talk about it. just hold me?" 

and he did. 

every night your boyfriend couldnt. 

but when did the fucking start? 

"you with me, baby?" you asked sweetly, fingers tangling gently against his hair when you notice his eyes slowly start to glaze over, a usual sign that he's slipping away. 

"m'here." he drools against your chest, planting an open kiss just above your left breast. he freezes when you start to move away, his hard, leaking cock slipping out to fall against his lower stomach. he whines at the loss of contact, fingers wrapping around your arm to stop you. 

"where you goin? running away from me," he pouts, and you giggle at him. 

"just want you on top, hyune." you whisper, kissing his cheek. 

he immediately complies, eagerly pushing you down by your shoulders and settling comfortably in the space between your thighs. he swears his heart stops when he has you under him, laying so prettily, so bare all for him to see. he lowers his head against your chest, nosing at your neck and you giggle. 

"you jus smell so good," he sighs, arm wrapping around your middle to position you better under him. his hair tickles your chin when he starts to kiss down your chest, full lips pressing against your skin. you loved his long hair, loved the way it framed his face as he looks down at you, eyes twinkling as his fingers glide down to the heat between your thighs, nudging your legs farther apart with his elbow. 

"you ready?" he asks, and you nod. 

he holds the base of his cock, lightly tapping the tip against your clit, making you mewl. 

"don't tease me." you frown, and hyunjin cant help but laugh. 

"but you're so cute when you beg." he sighs, tip catching against your entrance. he slowly moves forward, forehead dropping against yours as he starts to sink deeper into you, your nails leaving marks against his back when you cling onto him. 

"fuck, you feel so good, baby. my pretty girl." hyunjin hums, and you clench tighter around him with his words. 

"you're prettier hyunjin. my pretty good boy." you hum, and hyunjin whines, letting his cock drag out of you before he slams in forcefully, making you gasp. 

"makes me lose my fuckin mind when you talk to me like that, baby." he confesses, fingers digging into your waist to ground himself as he starts to really move. 

"yea? you like it when i call you my good boy?" you ask, tucking his hair behind his ear as he whimpers, nodding down at you. 

"love it so fucking much." he whines, hands finding the back of your thighs and pressing them against your chest so he hits deeper inside of you, making you arch your back. 

"fuck, baby! you're so deep like that." you whine, and hyunjin nods down at you. 

"m i making you feel good?" he asks, hopeful. needing the validation, the praise. 

you nod up at him, arm resting on his nape to pull him down, kissing him on the lips. he moans when you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he kisses you back, so messy and full of spit, but neither of you really care. 

"always make me feel so good." you pant against his ips, and hyunjin's eyes roll to the back of his head. 

"jus like that, hyune. please." you beg, pressing him even closer to you, the coil in your lower stomach tightening with every roll of his hips against yours. he nods down at you, angling his hips just the way he knows you like, head of his cock hitting that gummy spot in you that has your eyes tearing up with pleasure. 

"cum on my cock baby. make me yours." he hums, biting down on your shoulder when he starts to feel you tightening around him, body shaking as you cum with a cry of his name. and that's what makes him lose his fucking head, the way you smile all fucked out from under him. 

"baby, i'm gonna cum. can i cum? please i need it so bad." he whines, and you nod dumbly back at him. 

"cum for me, baby. need it." 

hyunjin curses under his breath at that, quickly pulling out and wrapping his hand around the base of his dick, pumping himself over you. 

"say it." he whines, knowing its the last thing he needs to really cum, other hand finding yours as he holds onto you, fingers intertwining. 

and he always feels so fucking guilty, asking you to say it. but god does it make him cum harder than ever. 

"i'm yours, hyunjin. all yours." you sigh, watching as hyunjin gasps, abs tightening as he cums on you, the sticky liquid falling on your clit and lower stomach. the sight is incredibly hot, has you clenching around nothing as he sobs your name, body caving in and eventually falling on top of yours. 

he tries to catch his breath as he collapses on top of you, ignoring the sticky cum that lays in between your naked bodies. he starts to calm down when he feels your fingers rake through his hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp so good, almost enough to lull him to sleep. but he can't. not when there's a heavy feeling in his chest and it's so overwhelming, he feel like he can't breathe and oh no- he's gonna say something stupid but he cant help it- 

"i think i love you." he whispers into the quiet room, and he wants to disappear, run away when he feels you stiffen under him. "i'm sorry." he whimpers, tears quickly starting to prickle just behind his eyelids. 

you open your mouth to say something, he can feel your breath on his hair. "hyune, i-" 

"baby? i'm home!" 

#skz smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #seung mong! #subby hyunjin>> #poor channie

[felixify]

Chan, tiredly : my second youngest , Seungmin is being tested for the gifted program at school , and my middle child , Jisung , thinks his toothbrush is haunted

#skz incorrect quotes #incorrect stray kids #stray kids incorrect quotes #bang chan #seungmin #han #its giving single dad energy #poor channie #felixify

[joeynewgarden]

just watched a man literally lose his mind on vlive

#poor channie #p #kpop

[peonyprophet]

......

2racha biggest g-dragon fanboys confirmed for naming themselves j-one and spear-b in the same style? I mean... that can't be a coincidence right?

#habla blah blah #in my defense: I'm v much NOT a gd fan my bias in bb is top and i just learned his real name #gd's real name i know tops OBV #ahh poor channie had to come up with his own he's so brave #ugh i made 3 of my friends stays and i STILL have no one who would care about this realization that is rocking my world rn #anyway I'm back on my get 3racha to smoke a bowl in the studio with bb agenda

[forlix]

· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date. 

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it exceptionally funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

jisung turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and jisung look at each other and sigh. jisung takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice: “you might be the sexiest person on earth."

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck. 

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence. 

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips. 

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade. 

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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[wegc]

perv!channie and reader finally fucking but she teases him the whole time until he has had enough. “you’re such a fucking pervert” and “you’re so disgusting” all while she’s grinning at him and riding him like her life depends on it. he’s literally a second away from cumming as soon as he’s inside her. “you really think you deserve to cum? after fantasizing about fucking your best friend’s sister?” she denies him to cum for so long that he finally snaps and flips her over, pounding into her like a madman. “such a tease, you whore” and “don’t have much to say now, huh?” she cums so hard but he’s not done. even after he cums, he aint done either…

OK IM DONE AHHHHHH (please feel free to finish or add on or write more to it bc i would v much appreciate it)

i’m ascending. something about cocky!reader paired with a perpetually flustered, perv!chan is such a mouthwatering combination.

perv!chan whose cock twitches inside you every time you humiliate him with yet another reminder of how repulsive and depraved he is; he can’t bite back immediately because you’re right. he’s nothing but a disgusting pervert and he’s fortunate that you aren’t completely appalled by him.

when you grip the base of his cock and guide him inside your dripping cunt, chan feels like he could pass away beneath you. every delusion of his, whether it emerged in his bedroom or your washroom—a mere room away from you—was coming true and it was far better than he had ever imagined.

all he can do is pant and whine under you, taking in the sight of your tits bouncing in his face and the cute flush of your face, which scrunched up in pleasure. most importantly, the feeling of your cunt—the warmest thing in the world—took his breath away; his cunt, all his—he’d make sure of it.

the overwhelming feeling of being inside you, the epiphany and high of all his dreams and desires coming true right before him has his poor cock pulsing inside you, seconds away from cumming. each flutter of your cunt, each moment your fingers teased his nipples or when your hot, wet mouth whined against his had him feeling lightheaded—he knew he wouldn’t last long.

and your teasing—while it did turn him on, it also infuriated him. god, you were such a fucking brat—a mouthy little handful. did you frankly know what he thought of every time he stroked his cock to the image of you? you wouldn’t be behaving so pretentiously if you knew all the things he yearned to do to you, all the positions he’d bend you in, all the fondling and groping he had dreamt of, all the mean and obscene remarks he’d taunt you with, all the ways in which he would make you beg for more. you had no fucking clue.

before you even realize it, you’re pulled off his cock and manhandled to your hands and knees, where the drilling of chan’s cock seizes your breath. he’s suddenly so deep inside your cunt—you swear the tip of his cock might kiss your cervix—and you can scarcely catch some air every time he snaps his hips to go harder.

chan would grin, smacking your ass, laughing shakily at the sounds of your yelps and wailing with each drag of his length. your face is buried in his pillow, but even that hardly muffles your loud sobs and pleas.

“god, you don’t ever shut up do you?”

“fuckin’ brat, you want more?”

“dirty little thing, you’re just as gross as me.”

“you feel like a whore, don’t you? doesn’t it make you feel dirty, knowing everything i’ve done? you hate that you like it, don’t you?”

chan, who fucks until dawn, cumming continually inside you and pulling out periodically to observe and engrave the way his cum oozes out of your gaping hole. he feels so pleased as he takes in the bruises and marks he’s littered on your body, marking you as his. or even better, the way your eyes gloss over, looking at him desperately with tearful eyes. your hair is dishevelled, draped messily across his ruined sheets, and your lips are bruised with his kisses and nibbles, lipgloss pathetically smudged away.

“so fucking pretty—my pretty girl, yeah? you wanna go again? can’t go without me, hm? need me so bad to stop all that fussing, right?”

“you’re all mine now, you know that? can’t fuck you just once—can’t have you looking at other people.”

#AAAAA IM GOINF INSANE #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #perv skz #perv bang chan #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan hard hours #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #answered #anonymous

[innieandsungielover]

Restless Nights

a/n: some horny thoughts ig pairing: Bf!Chan x afab!Reader wc: .4k cw: unprotected sex, cumming inside, consensual somnophilia

He slowly fucks into you, his cock hitting your cervix as you slowly wake up from your daze, rubbing your eyes.

"Go back to sleep baby, you can do that for Channie, can't you?" he whispered into your ear before kissing your forehead.

"I can do that for daddy" you whimpered, your eyes shutting close as he ran his fingers across your nipples.

"There we go, such a good girl for daddy" he grinned before thrusting back into you harder.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock even in your sleep" he whimpered out loud, not even caring that you were too drowsy to understand the words that were escaping his plump lips.

He was grateful to have you, his good little girl, allowing him to fuck you whenever he wants, especially on days like this when he is stressed out because he can't seem to get things working right.

He slowly pulled his finger down to your clit, the other one on your ass, pushing you deeper into him. He needed you to cum, needed to feel the way your walls clenched around his cock.

He slowly felt the fluttering of your walls as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on them as he listened to whimpers escaping your lips.

His cock twitched inside of you, signaling to your asleep fucked out body that he was going to cum.

He couldn't stop his pounding, your poor cunt taking his fat cock, each snap of his hips thrusting deeper and deeper until your walls sucked him in, your cunt cumming on his throbbing cock.

He wasn't far behind, overstimulating your body as he came inside of you, his warm cum covering your walls as he moaned into your neck, sucking on the skin, trying to release himself from his high, he stilled inside of you, your cunt drinking each drop of his cum.

He didn't leave your cunt, but instead stayed in it, pulling your body closer to yours, covering his tired body as well as yours with his comforter.

You were his perfect little girl.

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[felixify]

Chan , about skz : I tried starting a gang once , but it turned into a babysitting gig

#bang chan #bang chris #christopher bang #skz incorrect quotes #incorrect stray kids #stray kids incorrect quotes #Poor Channie #Felixify

[thefantasyden]

Poor baby

Dominant Chan with Submissive Reader

Request: Dom Chan, spreader bars, vibrators, "poor baby."

You're squirming something vicious as Chris turns the speed on the wand vibrator he was currently using to torture you up a notch, your legs shaking as you pointlessly tried to wriggle away, the bar currently cuffed between your ankles making it impossible to stop him from overstimulating your sensitive clit.

"Channie, please!" You managed to speak between whines, tears streaming down your cheeks. You aren't really sure if you want it to stop. All you can be sure of is that the pleasure has become overwhelming.

"This is what happens when you catch an attitude, baby. I've gotta remind you why you should be nice to me, yeah?"

You can barely hear a word he says over your own moaning, your chest heaving as he teases another orgasm from you, failing to stop when you begin pleading.

"Channie, too much! Can't!"

His hand connects with your thigh in a firm slap that reverberates around the room, the loud noise startling you enough to pause your uncontrollable squirming.

"It's too much, hm? My poor baby. That's too bad, isn't it?"

#chan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut

[bandgie]

Heyo~ not sure if you remember me, i did request before BUT i have a new idea 😈. SKZ react to you calling them by another boys name

a/n: hi yes I do!! I've been pondering on this one a lot and I decided to have both sfw/nsfw depending on the member :)

warnings! MDNI 18+, fem! reader, PIV, degrading (reader called slut), minuscule jealousy, mxm themes implied, daddy kink appearance, sense deprivation play, impact play, hate/jealousy sex?? (idk), face spitting

BANGCHAN!SFW - It's the little things in the relationship that makes you fall in love with Chan all over again. Just like this, lazingly laying on the sofa in his house watching a movie. When a particular scene comes and goes, you sit up and frantically look for the remote. "Did you see that?!" You ask, voice giddy with excitement. "Berry, help me look for the-Berry? What the fuck? I mean Channie, help me look for the-" but Chan is already laughing before you can finish. He's got his face scrunched up with his eyes nearly closed, upper teeth wide and white as he laughs. You chuckle with him, but you're more embarrassed than anything. Red with a twinge of humiliation as Chan wraps his arms around your torso and brings you close to him.

"Berry?! I can't tell if I should be mad or laugh." "Well, you're already laughing."

LEEKNOW!NSFW - It's because they act similar, you reason. Even as Minho buries his cock to the hilt, even as his bruising grip is absolutely going to leave marks, you can't help but subconsciously compare the rough behavior to Seungmin's cruel words. One of Minho's hands goes lower to rub at your swollen clit, further making you arch your back and shake. "Seung-Minho wait! Wait that's too much!" You didn't even notice your slip-up until you feel his hips still, until Minho stops moving long enough for you to open your eyes and look into his hazily. "Who?" He has an eyebrow up as he looks down at your wrecked state. "Whose name did you say?" It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts. You open your mouth to say 'minho', but you quickly remember the name you half-said. "I...I said Minho," you avert your gaze for a split second. Minho scoffs at your poor attempt to lie, narrowing his eyes before he smiles wickedly. "One inside you isn't enough huh? You want me to bring Seungmin in here? Make you moan his name with my cock in you?" You shake your head with tears building in your eyes, but your walls clamp down on his length at the idea.

"Fucking disgusting. Not even my slut, just a slut. No wonder you let me use you like this."

CHANGBIN!SFW - You decide to help Changbin with the dishes, being that he always does them when he's at his dorm. You're looking under the sink for the rubber gloves, eyes quickly scanning the dark cupboard before you give up. "Hey Channie-shit-Binnie, where are the gloves?" You straighten out your back and look to your boyfriend who only stares at you with wide eyes. "Channie? Channie hyung?" He questions in shock. You give him a weird look, eyes narrowing as you reply, "I meant Binnie. Your names' kinda sounds the same, ya know?" Changbin doesn't accept your excuse, his lips turning into a pout and his eyes gleaming in something mixed with jealously and feigned hurt. He crosses his arms against his chest and huffs, "Go ask Channie where they are." You sigh and walk over to your sulking lover, wrapping your arms around his neck even though Changbin turns to the side to avoid your gaze dramatically. "Don't be like thaaat," you whine, trying to tug him closer. You lean forward at press chaste kisses against his pouting lips. He doesn't budge until you move your lips to his cheek, his ear, then to the sensitive spot on his neck. Changbin giggles at the tingling sensation and finally caves, moving his arm to instead gently hold your face in his hand and bring you in for a proper kiss. He molds his lips against your soft ones slowly, letting you softly hum into the kiss before he pulls away.

"Fine. I left them in the bathroom. But I think I'll need more kisses to forgive you first."

BLONDE!HYUNJIN!SFW - Even though Hyunjin is a great deal taller than Felix, you can't help but say the wrong name when their hair is dyed the same color. Even in this instance where you're standing behind Hyunjin, quietly watching him paint his art to life. The colors swirl and mix in a way that brings the mediums together, and you can't help but compliment him. "That looks really good, Felix." His brush stops moving and Hyunjin chuckles before he turns to you, who's looking clueless as to what was so funny. Hyunjin giggles even more at your confused expression before he finally decides to give you a clue, "Felix?" Your eyes wide, "Oh! Sorry, I meant Hyunjin." He smiles when he sees your pretty face turning a blossoming pink. Maybe he'll use that color next.

"That's okay, my love. I knew what you meant. Come, sit here."

HAN!NSFW - It's not really a surprise when you let Minho's name slip from your lips instead of Han's. You're so used to them playing with you together, one in your mouth while the either is snug in your cunt. Han has you on the dinner table, legs wrapped around his small torso to bring him closer. You're panting in his ear, lips ghosting over the shell of it as you moan, "Min. So good Min." Han loves the way you whimper his name, his friend's name. It makes his hips stutter from your soft voice, groaning as he tries to not finish. "Min, huh? You miss our daddy?" You whine again, mostly from the lack of friction in your pussy. Still, you can't deny that you're quite accustomed to Minho's presence in situations even like this, "Mhm, I love my daddies."

"If you let me cum in your pussy like a good girl, I'll let Minho know how much his kitten needs him."

BLONDE!FELIX!SFW - You love holding Felix from behind, resting your cheek on his back while he cracks eggs and puts the yolk in the bowl of powder mix. He hasn't even put it in the oven yet, but you can smell the sweet batter in the air. You lift your head and peek around his shoulder to see how the process is going, "So far so good, Hyun." Oops! Before you have the chance to fix your mistake, Felix turns his head to you. His mouth is slightly agape with wide eyes, "Hyunjin? You tryna tell me something?" You can see his tongue poke from his cheek, a sign that he's either irritated or in a teasing mood. Judging from the smile in his eyes, you suppose it's the latter. You raise your hand to slap him on the shoulder lightly, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend, "Shut up! You two just have the same hair color." But Felix only smiles wider at your flushed reaction. "Mhm suuure. You're just saying that to make me feel better." You groan and tighten your arms around his slender body, "Nooo. You're my only one baby." Despite Felix being the one teasing you, his cheeks grow a shade of pink from the confession. It doesn't stop him from being cheeky though.

"Prove it."

SEUNGMIN!NFSW - Since the beginning of your relationship, you've always confused Seungmin with Jeongin. Through the time you've known them, it's become easier to tell them apart. It's rare that you say the wrong name, but it does happen on the rare occasion. It's terrible luck that it happens to be when Seungmin has you blind folded, depriving your sense of vision. The new play fills you with excitement, but also uncertainty. You feel the small paddle caress your thigh, sending goosebumps on your skin so violently it makes you shake. Then Seunmgin pulls the paddle off your thigh to smack the material against your ass. You whimper, lurching forward to bury your face in the pillow under you. The smacks used to sting at first, making you cry in a way that had Seungmin chuckling and mocking coo's. Now they bring pleasure, those sharp stings turning dull and making your cunt twitch as if it also wants to be hit. "Innie please," you slur, not even noticing how you've confused to two once again. "Gonna cum, wanna cum on your cock." Seungmin's taken back, almost doubting his own hearing, but you restlessly move your ass in the air side to side and whimper again, "Want Innie's cock." Maybe Seungmin should feel angry at you, but he only smiles at your dumb state. "Innie, huh?" He tuts, shaking his head.

"Poor baby, you won't be able to cum on Innie's cock. Not even mine."

JEONGIN!NSFW - He's been working out. Broader chest, thicker arms, larger legs. Jeongin hardly uses his muscles for show, they have great uses other than looking good. It's how he's able to hold you up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist while he holds you from under your thighs. Gravity helps pull you down onto his cock, stretching you out deliciously as you dig your nails into his shoulder. His forehead rests on yours, a breath away from each other's lips in a way that makes you yearn for a kiss despite his tip already kissing your cervix. "K-kiss," you stutter. "Kiss me Binnie." The soft look in Jeongin's eyes change, turning into something dark. It takes you a moment to recall what you said, and when you do, you're nothing short of horrified. "Innie! Innie, baby, I'm so sorry! You're names' rhyme and you're always with him in the gym now-" Jeongin doesn't let you finish. You think you've fucked up big time before he snaps his hips up. You squeal at the sudden thrust, unable to fully recover before he's roughly pounding into you. Your fingers scramble for purchase on his neck, tugging on his hair and whining at the rough treatment. "Innie! Innie too much I-" Jeongin spits in your blabbering mouth, a sneer on his face, "Oh, so it's Innie now, huh? What happened to Binnie?" He spits on your face again when you try to answer.

"Binnie can't fuck you like this, can he? Binnie can't treat you like the dirty girl you are like me. You're taking my cock, and you're going to scream about how much you love my cock so Binnie can hear, okay?"

a/n: omg this was actually a little bit of a challenge! mostly cuz I think this trope can kind of get repetitive, hence why some members were sfw and others were not. hopefully i succeeded in giving each member their own little unique scene! feedback is appreciated~

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[hyunnie04]

“i smell something burning.” you sniff, poking your head through the bright room. seungmin and felix had just finished their daengnyang school live, texting you to quickly come over. you were already on your way to them anyways, but suspicion immediately came into mind once you saw the message.

you had no idea what they were up to, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. all you heard was that they were preparing something food related.

felix is amazing when it came to baking and cooking but when seungmin is involved, it all somehow goes down hill. what did the kitty cat and puppy do now?

you do a once over at the room, slightly amused of the damage they've caused in such a short amount of time. the condiments and other baking materials were scattered all throughout the table, the pan they've used also had burnt batter residue sticking to it, probably the sole cause of the slight fog that engulfed the room.

“y/n, try it! i made this for you.” seungmin practically beams, shooting from up his seat and holding a plate out. it was a normal enough looking bungeo-ppang, but he has a grin that says evil written all over it.

you glance over at yongbok, the blonde's face morphs into an immediate 'no don’t do it' face while shaking his head vehemently. now you're curious. "what's in this?"

"you have to guess!"

“is this gonna kill me?” 

“no, i promise.” he laughs, holding it to your mouth.

“if i die i'll kill you.” you decide to humor him, taking a very, very small bite out of it. it was spicy and a bit tangy, but the subtle sweetness of the batter contrasted with it in a strange yet palatable way.

“oh, it’s actually pretty good.” you say, grabbing seungmin's wrist to take another bite. felix just watches you with pure disappointment in his eyes.

“see!” the puppy says quite proudly, tail practically wagging.

“what’s in it?”

“sriracha and wasabi.”

“you are trying to kill me!”

"but you liked it!"

"you should try this one y/n." felix says, lifting up his own plate with his creation. you didn't need to think twice since yongbok made it, it's bound to be better than seungmin's. it was different, you thought, tasting cheese and some sort of sauce in the filling.

you went back to taste the sriacha wasabi bungeo-ppang and comparing it to the vaguely pizza flavored one. oddly enough, you found yourself still liking seungmin's better, the expression is clear in your face.

"what?!" seungmin laughs at felix's reaction, patting his back. "you're weird," the blonde snickered, shaking his head.

"we should give this to chan-hyung." the black haired puppy snaps his fingers. your eyes widen, just because you liked it, it doesn't mean chan is gonna think the same way. that man has an abysmal spice tolerance.

"you're planning on giving this to chan? are you trying to kill him?"

before he can reason out why he wants to give this to poor chan, you take the plate out of his hands. "…give it here."

-

a/n: yeah i know it wasn't that bad so i had to take artistic liberties HAHA but i would eat the sriracha one ok just to spare channie LOL

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[cb97breathing]

Pleasure & Pain

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Afab! Reader x Bang Chan x Seo Changbin

Theme: Fluff, smut, polyamory, foursome, orgasm denial, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, squirting. 18+ NO MINORS.

Word Count: 1.3K (short i know, i'm sorry)

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work!

A shaking sobbing mess, that was what you were currently as Seungmin had brought you so close to climaxing before leaving you high and dry for the seventh time. Hot tears flew down your cheeks as you looked up pleadingly at his cold smirking face. His fingers continued to ruin you as they pumped violently into you. You had never felt so overwhelmed before. You choked on a sob and gripped the sheets beneath you tightly.

“M-Min..please please please.” You choked out. “S-Stop I–..I need to.. Fuck!!” You cried as your back arched off the bed.

“You’ll take what I’ll give you and you’ll be thankful.” He growled out as his eyes took in your destroyed state. “Don’t worry love, I’m sure Chan and Bin will give you all you fucking want. But right now you’re mine, my little toy to use, for my pleasure.” Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself about to cum again but as soon as you started clenching he pulled out, leaving you helplessly mewling.

“God look at her.” Binnie breathed out as he and Chan stared at you hungrily.

“Min, hurry up. You’re gonna kill the poor girl.” Chan stated, which only made Seungmin grin.

“Our little slut can take it. She will take it.” You felt hip slap his cock against your clit making you flinch and shake. Soon he slammed into you making you cry out and arch off the bed. He pounded into you mercilessly and the sight made the two older males ground as their hardened cocks twitched in need. “That’s it, Noona. Take it. Take my cock and let me fill you up like the good little toy you are.” You whined at his words and widened your legs for him almost in instinct. You could feel him already throbbing inside you as you were nearing your release. You watched helplessly as he hit his release, filling you up with his seed before you could hit your high. His cold demeanor suddenly changed as he buried his face in your neck and pressed gentle kisses to your skin. “You did so well for me Noona, now let Binnie and Channie take care of you yeah?” He cooed as he nipped at your lips. You nodded weakly and let out a gasp as he pulled out of you.

Soon Changbin loomed over you, taking in your body as his hands ran up your thick thighs. You were trembling at the feeling of his hands as they ran up your stomach, squeezing gently once he reached your breasts. You let out a soft moan and he leaned down to kiss you deeply. His thumb gently brushed over your cheeks to wipe the tears away.

“Our puppy was so mean to you.” He whispered. “I’ll make up for it I promise.” He continued to kiss you passionately as his hand slipped between the both of you, his fingers found your clit and began to rub gently, not wanting to overwhelm you. You gasped into his mouth and shook at the feeling. “That’s it Noona, only pleasure from here on out.” He cooed as he nipped your bruised lips. “Gonna give you what he denied so many times.” He growled softly. He continued to rub your clit, and your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. You were so close already, because of how sensitive you were, your core clenching over nothing.

“Bin.” You breathed out as you rocked your rips in need. He rubbed at it wildly and your moans turned into cries as you reached your peak. Your legs trembled and you let out a sob as the waves of pleasure spread through your weeping core. Changbin gave you time to recollect yourself before replacing his fingers with his tongue. You mewled as he licked you clean before kissing up your chest.

“So fucking beautiful.” He breathed out as he laid flush against you. He nuzzled his face in your neck as he pushed himself into you making you whine loudly at the feeling, your body shook in delight as he bottomed out inside you. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he slowly rocked into you, being gentle as possible, but also hitting spots inside you that made you cry softly in pleasure. His movements were so precise and made your toes curl as you wrapped your legs around his waist. This was much more romantic in contrast to what was happening prior and you weren’t complaining. That’s the difference between the three men in the room with you. Both Chan and Seungmin can be rough, but also gentle. Seungmin rarely was gentle. Changbin was always gentle and slow. So you had the best of both worlds when it came to being in a relationship with all of them. You could feel your second climax already approaching as you clung to Changbin tightly.

“Right there!” You mewled out as you arched into him. He whimpered at the feeling of you tightening around him. “Please don’t stop Binnie please.” You begged. His pace quickened as he buried his face in your neck and you cried out loudly.

“Fuck how did we get so lucky?” Seungmin whispered to Chan as they watched you both, his cock already rock hard and ready to have her again. But he knew he had to wait. He watched as your eyes rolled back and you shook as you finally orgasmed again with Changbin following you quickly, filling you up with his seed as he moaned and whimpered loudly. He kissed you once more before gently pulling out. Chan quickly took his place and kissed you slowly.

“You okay to keep going baby girl?” Chan asked softly. You nodded and let out a shaky breath. “Words, baby girl what’s your color?”

“Green.” You breathed out. He tapped his cock against your clit and you mewled in delight. He pushed in you with ease and groaned at the feeling. “So tight.” He breathed out. “Even after all that. Our perfect girl.” He moaned he slowly rocked into you with deep and hard strokes that made your brain go fuzzy. He lifted your legs up high as they could, wanting to get the perfect angle, and he found it with ease. Chan knew your body better than anyone. He knew all the ways to make you shake and cum hard.

“Channie” You cried as your body began to shake, making him growl in response. His thrust continued slowly as he thrusted into you with more power. Your toes curled and your eyes widened. You opened your mouth to cry out but nothing could, soon you were cumming again and hard. Your juices spilling all over him and making all the boys moan at the sight. Chan continued to thrust in you, not giving you time to come down from your high. You were once again a babbling mess as you begged him for more. Seungmin moved towards you both and soon you were screaming out as his fingers rubbed your clit wildly.

“Come on Noona, you can squirt again, I know you can. That’s it.” You sobbed and felt yourself getting closer and closer until you screamed out, once again spilling all over Chan’s cock. Chan cried out as he spilled into you and held you tightly to him. You whimpered into his shoulder as you both stayed still, coming down from the ecstasy you both had just felt.

“You did so well Noona.” Seungmin cooed as he ran his fingers through your hair. You melted at the feeling and looked up at him tiredly. “God, I love you.”

“Love you.” You breathed out. “Love all of you so much.”

“Love you too beautiful. “ Chan whispered softly.

“Love you princess.” Changbin said as he sat beside you both. “So damn much. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He cooed softly. You smiled as you let Chan pick you up and carry you to the bathroom with the other two following, completely content and happy.

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[binsito]

So the skz members said on weekly idol EP447 that Chan slaps really hard. Can you do a smut on how hard Chan slaps your ass when you guys are going at it. That would be nice. Thanks!

i feel so normal about this.. I AM SO NORMAL.

warning: spankin' baby!! daddy kink, pain kink, sexy heavy handed chan

chan loved your ass, loved coming up behind you and giving it a tight squeeze. he liked playing with it and giving it light taps whenever he walked by.

and you loved all of that too, knew he did it out of love. that he would never do anything to harm you but-

you liked it when it hurt.

when it hurt so fucking bad, when nothing felt better than chan's heavy hands leaving your ass raw and swollen.

he used to hold back, afraid of bruising you too badly if he truly let himself go but you kept pushing him for more. you knew he had it in him, he just needed to get past his initial inhibitions.

"h-harder, channie.. hit me harder.." you would whine into the pillows - face down, ass up just for him as he pumped his cock into you from behind.

seemed one pat on the ass wasn't enough, you wanted him to really leave a mark.

"harder? are you sure, baby?"

you could barely answer him, the feeling of his cock leaving you incoherent, mumbling against the sheets as you weakly nodded.

he took a deep breath and drew his hand back to land a sharp slap on your ass, a yelp leaving your lips as your cunt clenched around him from the delightful sting

"again.. a-again, daddy.. please more.."

he gripped your hair tightly with one hand while the other gave you another spank. every strike he landed on you was strong, leaving your skin hot from the impact. he stopped holding back after that, your pretty whimpers fueling him to keep doing it over and over.

after that, it became normal for him to let his frustrations out on your ass, spanking you to get some anger out (your cunt dripping in anticipation because you knew he'd kiss your asscheeks better and eat you out later).

if you were bad? he'd punish you with a few spanks (maybe even landing a few on your poor pussy).

if you were a doll? he'd reward you with your favorite of course! a beautiful, vibrant handprint on your ass, one that you would beg for him to take a picture so you could see how nice it looked.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

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[straykeedz]

My hard thoughts are that Bang Chan would be so attentive with your first time and if you're inexperienced.

I can just imagine soft kisses, hand-holding and 'I'll look after you' whispered in your ear ❤️

you’re right he would!! my sweet boy bang chan 🥺 ♡

bang chan x afab virgin!reader

wc: 982 (i got a little carried away 🫠)

masterlist ♡

ok this is basically soft, romantic sex with chan so smut below the cut, minors dni!

tw: soft sex; loss of virginity; mention of blood (nothing graphic, don't worry); just chan being a cutie; reader calls him channie; aftercare ♡

hopes this lives up to your expectations ♡ i wrote this all in one sitting, so please don't hate me if it sucks 🥺 also, this was my first attempt at writing hard thoughts 🫣

i think chan would be even more nervous than you at the thought of being your first - so tense you’d have to reassure him a couple (more like a hundred) of times that yes, you want him to be your first;

it doesn’t help him relax tho;

he’d take it like super slow, not wanting to rush things, he wants to savor every moment with you;

i feel like he’d spend a LOT (and i can’t stress this enough) of time between your legs, kissing you and licking you and teasing you (omg), making sure to prep you;

he’d make you come at least two times (TWO!!!) before actually entering you, one with his mouth to get you all nice and wet for him and one with his fingers - stretching you out to get you ready for his cock;

he’d spend an unnecessary amount of time kissing your neck and collarbone, then your boobs and then your tummy and then your hips;

he’s honestly just trying to put off the actual deal bc he’s so nervous 🥺;

you’d have to cup his face with your hands and force him to look at you - panic in his eyes - and reassure him that everything’s fine, that you love him, that you want him;

he’d nod, then he’d rip the condom wrapper open and slowly roll it onto his length - hands shaky, of course, my poor baby 🥺;

he’d position himself in between your legs, looking you in the eyes as he aligns his tip with your wet entrance;

before actually starting to push inside he’d look you in the eyes, then place a heartfelt kiss on your lips, whispering a soft “i’ll look after you, baby girl” as he nuzzles your nose with his;

the tip of his cock would part your entrance slowly as his gaze is fixed on you, not wanting to miss a single reaction from you;

i get the feeling that he’d immediately stop when your nose slightly scrunches in discomfort, he’d halt his movements and would immediately try to pull out - you’d have to grab him by the wrist and stop him, reassuring him that you’re okay, that you’re not in pain;

it doesn’t hurt, really - just a slight discomfort, you’re not used to the feeling since it’s your first time and you haven’t done this before;

but chan would be so apprehensive nonetheless, and it’d take him a while before he’d eventually start pushing the rest of his length inside of you, a husky breath leaving his lips once he’s fully set inside of you;

i feel like he’d press his body against yours, wanting to be as close as possible;

he’d kiss your lips like, a lot;

he’d also intertwine his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand in his as he slowly pulls out and then pushes back in slowly, careful not to hurt you as your tight walls squeeze him;

he’d thrust so slowly at first, that you’d have to ask him to go just a little bit faster;

he does, and almost cums on the spot when a whimper leaves your lips once his tip brushes against a particular spot inside of you - the spot his fingers know so well;

“channie”, you’d moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he repeatedly hits that very spot, and he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, breath hitching as he squeezes his eyes shut;

he’d let go of your hand only to bring his fingers on your clit - he wants to pleasure you, he wants to make your first time memorable (it already is, because it’s with him);

he’d rub gentle eight figures with the pad of his thumb on your clit as he keeps thrusting inside of you at a rather slow pace;

you fall apart under his touch not too long after, calling his name over and over again as you release around his hard length;

“channie, baby”, you’d whimper, “cumming”;

god have mercy on him, because as soon as he hears your whimpers he loses it - crashing his lips onto yours as he releases inside of the condom with a deep, whiny grunt;

you’d stay like this for a while - his body on top of yours as his strong arms embrace you in a hug, his head resting on your chest as your fingers gently play with the ends of his soft hair - you occasionally placing soft kisses on his head;

definitely the type of boyfriend to ask you “was it good?” after sex, but it’s just because he wants to make sure you enjoyed it as much as he did 🥺;

he'd gently pull out once he feels his length getting limp, grabbing the base as he slides out of you, capturing your lips with his once again;

also, definitely the type of boyfriend to literally freak tf out when he notices a couple of red spots on the sheets and something reddish coating the condom;

he'd feel super guilty, looking at you with big, doe eyes and a pang in his chest - you'd have to reassure him that he didn't hurt you at all;

aftercare with him would be super gentle and delicate (especially after your first time), he'd bring you a warm, wet towel to clean you up, then wrap his arms around you as you lie down in bed together;

he'd whisper soft, sweet words in your ear as he hugs you, telling you how good you were to him and how much he loves you, how much he's happy that you're his girlfriend and how grateful he is that you trusted him with such an important thing such as losing your virginity (🫠);

you'd fall asleep like that, you in his arms, him wrapped around you like a koala, not wanting to let go, heart still hammering in his chest as he places soft kisses on your bare shoulder;

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[elllisaaa]

skz as the weeknd songs

-> pairing : skz x fem!reader

-> words count : 4.2k words

-> genre : smut, angst, toxic relationships, friends with benefits, exes-to-lovers

-> warnings : use of 'slut', 'babygirl', 'whore', 'good girl', 'kitten' and 'pretty boy', dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink, creampie, swearing, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessivness, begging, pussy slap, semi-public, sex, rough sex, body worship, praise, oral (f. receiving), foot fetish, degradation

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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BANGCHAN - OFTEN

"baby, I can make that pussy rain, often"

→ The moment his phone rang, Chan knew what you were up to, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he picked up your call. You only called him at such a time for two things : when you were drunk and needed a ride home or when you were horny. Sometimes, it was both. But every and each time, he couldn’t say no.

“- Hi babygirl, how you doing ?”

A moan answered him, and Chan's smile widened, relaxing in his desk chair even more. He could listen to your noises for hours.

“- Please Channie… Please, I need you so bad, can’t cum alone…

- Poor thing, it doesn’t feel as good as my cock, huh ? 

- Shit- No… It’s not enough, need you please, daddy.”

As the last word left your mouth, Chan was already rock hard, putting on his shoes and grabbing his keys, gaze way more dark than a few minutes before.

“- Daddy’s gonna make you scream babygirl.”

And he did, that’s for sure.

"but I see your eyes, you wanna go again, girl I’ll go again." 

→ Chan let out a deep moan as he felt your cunt clenching hard around his cock, your whimpers and call of his name overpowering his own voice. Soon enough, he emptied inside of you, holding your hips in the hair as he thrusted sloppily in your pussy, riding his orgasm for as long as he could before laying on the bed beside you. 

“- You good babygirl ?”

You turned your head to look at him, cheeks stained with dried tears and eyes still full of lust, still laying on your stomach, you could feel his cum sliding down your inner thighs contrasting with the way he was softly caressing your sweaty back. 

“- Good… 

- I think you’re not telling me the truth here.

- I-I need more, please…”

A harsh slap landed on your ass, making you cry out his name once again. But soon enough, he was back between your legs, sliding his cock into your tight cunt one more time. Both of you moaned, still so sensitive it hurt, but it was what felt so good. 

“- You’re not going to walk tomorrow babygirl, I’m going to ruin you.”

And that, he did too. 

LEE MINHO - CALL OUT MY NAME

"I said I didn’t feel nothing baby, but I lied."

→ Minho knew from the second that your eyes crossed that you wanted him. It was obvious from the way you eyed him up and down, the way you were watching him dance with another girl while biting your lips. And as soon as he noticed your stare, that girl in his arms felt like nothing but a burden. But still, he didn’t show any sign that could make you understand that he was as attracted to you as you were to him, maybe even more. Even when he was fucking into you latter, it was as if he was bored. But when you got a text from him, asking to come to him almost a week later, you knew that he lied. 

“- You love playing so hard to get don’t you ?”

A smirk displayed on his lips as he plunged two of his fingers to the knuckle inside of your pretty pussy, loving to see you already struggling to talk properly. Unlike some girls, you didn’t annoy him, let him come back to you instead, and he loved the feeling of chasing you, of always needing to prove that he was the only one to fuck you like that, even if he knew he was. 

“- Fuck kitten, you looked so stunning tonight, just for me right ?”

You were already too fucked up to form any coherent words, let alone sentences, with your dress pushed past your waist and Minho keeping you pinned against the wall of the bathroom as he rammed into you. 

“- Answer or I’ll stop.”

And he did exactly that, waiting for you to stop whining and respond instead.

“- Yes, yes Min, it’s only for you, I’m only yours.

- Good girl, knows who you belong to.”

Possessiveness came along with being Minho’s favorite girl, but you weren’t complaining.

"so call out my name, when I kiss you so gently, I want you to stay."

→ It has to be one of his favorite things ever, to hear you moan his name. Everytime you cried it out, a smirk widened on his face and he became even more cocky, even more sure about the effect he had on you. And how could you deny it ? Everytime he looked at you, you felt on fire, as if lava was running down your veins. You weren’t the type to fold so easily, but with him, it was different. He made you weak in the knees, made you do things you never thought about doing before meeting him. 

“- Minho ! Minho, please !

- Come on kitten, I know you can do way better than that.”

His harsh slap on your pussy pushed another whimper past your lips, your hand gripping the sheets to stop you from unraveling completely under his heavenly thrusts. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do what he asked, too embarrassed about the boys hearing you, hiding your face in one of your arms as Minho cooed at you.

“- You’re getting shy now ? But kitten, do you think they don’t already know how much of a slut you are for me ? Be a good girl and say my name.”

A particularly rough trust had you screaming, unable to hold back your noises anymore. 

“- Min, Min, oh my god ! So good, so good… So big…”

Your mumbles were incoherent, your words were slurred and your mind went totally blank as your orgasm washed over you, Minho emptying inside of you soon after. You were both breathless, trying to regain some consciousness back. And even if you told yourself everytime that you should leave and not spend the night at his place, you always found yourself waking up in his embrace, and maybe that staying a little longer also came with being Minho’s favorite girl. 

SEO CHANGBIN - THE HILLS

"I only call you when it’s half-past five, the only time I’ll ever call you mine"

→ There had been a time where Changbin was the only person you could think about day and night. And then, everything got too complicated. You never really understood why, and neither did he : one day, he was so sure about wanting to spend the rest of his life with you, and the next, you were fighting like you didn’t love each other anymore. All he knew was that things ended up messily. But he couldn’t help and call you every time he thought about you, everytime he needed you. 

“- Fucking slut, coming right back everytime I call.”

The muffled moans you let out in response made Changbin smirk. He kept your head pressed in the pillow, pounding inside of you and not caring about making you feel good anymore, simply chasing his high. He didn’t want to hear you say his name. It was too intimate, it felt too close to his heart

“- No one else fucks you like this, only me.”

Another moan escaped your mouth, and your cunt squeezed around his cock, making him groan loudly. It was a shame that you were so annoying, because he could spend the rest of his life buried in your pussy. It was a shame, really. 

“- Please, please Binnie…”

He tried to ignore how his heart melted at hearing you say his nickname and pushed your head in his pillow again, getting even more rough with you, hiding how much effect you still had on him. And it was a shame that he wanted you back every time he had you in his arms for the night. 

"keep on tryna hide it but your friends know"

→ “- It’s him again ?”

You turned to look at your friend sipping her cocktail and shook your head, trying to deny the evidence. Everytime he left, you were back to crying in your bestie’s arms, and everytime he came back for a week or two, it was as if he didn’t ever did anything bad to you, or never broke you heart one or two or many times already. 

“- And what if it was ? It’s none of your business.”

Maybe that’s why you leave the club early, because you’re mad at her, or maybe it’s because Changbin asked you to come see him. Maybe that’s why you end up tangled in his sheets like every other time, riding him like you know he loves to. 

“- Bet everyone was looking at you, that dress is so stunning on you princess.”

You closed your eyes, unable to watch his flushed face anymore as he was complimenting you. So you did the only thing that seemed to work for the both of you : you fucked him harder, hoping that it would help you forget everything else that happened. And it was kind of working as he took one of your breasts in his hand, playing with your nipple and making you forget everything once again. 

“- Want you to come inside, want you to fill me up…”

And he did, emptying his load in your fluttering pussy, making you cry his name as you collapsed on top of him. You could feel his hot breath against your neck, and his fingers grazing your scalp. Just like before. Just like when everything was alright. 

“- Stay tonight ?”

You simply nobbed, but Changbin knew that it meant way more than that, and you knew it too, and your best friend probably knew it too, but you hoped that you would not cry in her arms about your ex anymore if he did become your boyfriend again. 

HWANG HYUNJIN - AFTER HOURS

"I know I made you fall then said you were wrong for me."

→ If Hyunjin had to name the thing that scared him the most, it would be love. Yes, he was a hopeless romantic. Yes, he wanted to find his soulmate more than anything. But how could he be so sure that this girl was the one and that he wasn’t missing out on his true love ? How could he be so sure that you were the love of his life ? So even if he was madly obsessed with you, even if you were his muse, he had to let you go. 

“- Jinnie… Oh fuck ! Please don’t stop !”

Your moans only encouraged the man between your thighs to suck on your clit harder, holding your legs open for him to dive even deeper in your pussy. He wanted to make you feel good one last time, wanted to taste you one last time. 

“- Come on angel, want you to cream all over my face…”

You didn’t need more than that to reach your climax, tugging on his hair when it felt too much. As you tried to control your breath, you were waiting for Hyunjin to smile down at you and kiss you, like he did everytime. But nothing came. You opened your eyes again, seeing the door of the bathroom open, and him inside, washing his face. Your heart clenched in your chest, but you understood. It was his way of saying that it was over. You knew it was coming : Hyunjin jad grown more and more distant these days, you should have seen it before. 

“- You’re an asshole.”

The door slammed behind you, and Hyunjin could only agree with you : he was an asshole.

"oh baby, where are you now when I need you most ?"

→ “- Oh ! So, now, you’re asking me to come back after leaving like I was worth nothing ? You’ll have to beg me a little more than that Hyunjin.”

He didn’t know if it was a sick little game or if you were serious, but he got down on his knees anyway. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t already. He looked up at you, waiting for your next command. Because in the end, he was entirely yours, everything he had was yours, everything he was was yours. 

“- I’m so sorry Y/N, I really am… All I wanted was to make you happy, and I felt like I wasn't doing a good job, but I was wrong, and I miss you so much. Fuck, I need you, I need you, please…”

One of the benefits of being with Hyunjin was that he had never been ashamed of what he liked. So the moment you pressed your high heels against the bulge in his pants, you knew that you'd get a reaction, the one you wanted. And accordingly, he moaned loudly, his fingers wrapped around your ankle in hopes it would urge you to move and grant him the friction he desperately needed to get off. 

“- Please, please angel… I swear, I’m so sorry… Please, I need you…”

You knew that you were going to cave in, but it felt so good to be back in his arms, you couldn’t help it.

“- Just apologizing to get in my pants, as usual. Beg some more.”

And Hyunjin obeyed, aware that it was partially true, but that there were some more feelings that would have to wait for after you made him cum in his pants.

HAN JISUNG - EARNED IT

"so I love when you call unexpected, ‘cause I hate when the moment’s expected."

→ It all started on an impulse, looking into each other's eyes and then you were suddenly making out like it was the last time you’ll get the chance to kiss anyone. And then, it was crossing paths at a party and ending up grinding against each other in a hallway. And then, it was him coming up to your apartment and fucking against the wall just because he wanted to. Everything was passionate, intense, unanticipated, and it felt too good to stop. 

“- And he kept on interrupting me ! I can’t stand that jerk anymore ! I’m gonna ki-”

Jisung lips on yours straddled you, but quickly, you caved in and let him come on top of you, his tongue playing with yours. 

“- Sorry baby, you’re so sexy when you’re mad…”

You shook your head and tugged on his hair to guide him back to your mouth instead. Jisung had never hidden anything from you, telling you everything he was thinking of at the moment, and that included the many fantasies he had. 

“- Now that’s new… You like it when I’m mad ? Like it when it’s you I’m mad at ?”

He nobbed immediately, ready to do everything in his power to convince you of trying out that.

“- Words little slut. Or are you too dumb to talk ?

- No, no ! I want it, I want you to be mad at me, please…”

The smirk on your face widened, sensing that you would enjoy this new discovery just as much as him.

"‘cause girl you’re perfect, you’re always worth it, and you deserve it."

→ Usually, Jisung loved it when you took complete control of him, loved to give you everything you wanted, loved it when you were rough with him. But tonight, you were too tired to do that, only needing to be taken care of for once. And ask Jisung and you shall receive it in seconds. He pushed you on the bed, undressing your body and getting his lips and hands everywhere at once, worshiping you and mumbling about how pretty you were.

“- Tell me what you want me to do, I just want to make you feel good, it’s all about you tonight.”

So when you answered nothing and pushed his head down between your thighs instead, he simply complied, eating you out nice and slow, making you tremble under him two times before he came up to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. And when Jisung fucked you that night, it was almost too slow, but felt too good to stop, making you orgasm as many times as you wanted.

“- Come on baby, give me another one, you deserve it, you’re so good to me all the time…”

You unraveled once again under his words, exhausted but satisfied and with your needs fulfilled. 

"I always want you when I’m coming down."

LEE FELIX - COMING DOWN

→ Whenever Felix was on stage, he had such a rush of adrenaline that didn’t go away immediately after. He always had energy to spare, and his favorite way to do that was to meet up with you. He was always ditching the after parties under the excuse that he was too tired and preferred to go back to the dorms now. The truth was that he needed you, wanted to ruin you. You were always waiting for him in your bed, a new lingerie set complimenting your body every time. 

“- I choose one to match with your outfit.”

Your supposedly innocent smile made him lose his mind everytime, not bothering to undress you fully before he slid his cock into your already wet pussy, keeping your wrists together in one hand, the other maintaining your hips pinned to the mattress as he rutted into you at a fast pace. His deep moans were echoing in your silent room, except for the squelching noises of your cunt everytime he thrusted into you. 

“- You’re always so good to me angel, letting me use your pretty pussy whenever I want… 

- Love it Lixie !

- Is that so ?”

His little smirk was so hot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you creamed all over his cock, begging him to shoot his load deep inside you. You were definitely the best way to drown the adrenaline. 

"pick up your phone, I’m all alone." 

→ Being on tour was always both a blessing and a torture for Felix. Of course, he loved to be on stage so much, loved to interact with stays and everything that it included. But at the same time, that meant being away from you. Firstly, he missed you because you were the love of his life, and secondly, it was a struggle to cum without you touching him. 

“- Angel… I need you, please…”

When you picked up his call at two in the morning, you didn’t expect Felix to be moaning loudly for you to help him out. But you couldn’t lie to yourself : it was hot. How could you have said no to him ? That’s why you ended up getting off in the middle of the night, ordering your boyfriend on how to jerk himself. 

“- Feels good Lixie ?

- S-So good, but it’s better when it’s your hands. 

- Imagine it’s me, touch yourself just like I do.”

Another moan of your name escaped him and he felt himself cumming when you told him you were close too. As soon as the call ended, Felix sent you a picture of his abs covered in a huge load of cum, making you salivate and be even more impatient for him to be back home. 

KIM SEUNGMIN - WICKED GAMES

"just tell me you love me even though you don’t love me."

→ There was certainly something wrong with Seungmin for enjoying fucking the girl he hated with his whole heart so much. From the first glance, he knew that he wasn’t going to get along with you. Even if you were one of Jeongin’s closest friends, he couldn’t help himself but disagree with everything you were saying and doing. After all, it was not his fault if you were always wrong and he was always right. 

“- Fucking slut, so dumb you can’t even answer huh ?”

You wanted to, you really wanted to say something back to him, but his cock gliding deliciously against your walls felt too good, felt so good a whimper left your lips instead of words. 

“- That’s what I thought.”

Seungmin pushed your head into his pillow, muffling your cries and holding your hips up against his, buried deep inside of your tight pussy. 

“- You love to put on an attitude with me but all it takes is for you to see my cock to shut the fuck up.”

You wanted to deny it, wanted to remind him that he was always the first one to initiate anything that happened between the two of you. But all you could do was clench around him everytime he degraded you, and the worst part of it was that you knew he kinda meant it, and that it made you even more wet. 

“- That’s it, take it like the whore you are.”

He was so deep inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix and you didn’t need anything more than that to reach your climax, tears streaming down your face. But you knew that he wasn’t done with you, and you loved it as much as you hated it - how weak you were for him. 

"these fucking eyes I’m staring at, let me see that ass."

→ You were doing it on purpose, there was no other way. Of course you had to chose this fucking dress for Jeongin’s birthday party, and of course, you had not spared him a glance except for when you arrived, hours before. It was slowly driving Seungmin crazy, how you were flirting with Minho shamelessly. And why was he so mad anyway ? It was not like you were his girlfriend or anything. But that dress, you perfectly knew it was his favorite one even if he never said it. 

“- You’ll never learn your lesson, huh ? Do I have to remind you again ?”

Before you knew it, Seungmin had shoved you away from Minho and face first into the wall of an empty hallway, pressing his clothed hard-on against your ass that was hugged just right by the material of your dress. And suddenly, he couldn’t resist the urge of slapping your cheeks one, two or three times, not caring about someone hearing your whimpers of his name. 

“- That’s it, let Minho hear who you belong to.”

Soon enough, he pushed your panties aside and slipped in your soaked cunt, both of you not able to keep your noises down anymore. You couldn't believe he had the nerves to be mad about you for flirting with another man, but it was also stroking your ego. 

“- Only I can fuck you this good, understood ? Your pussy is mine baby.”

Seungmin knew that he shouldn’t do that, that he shouldn’t say that, but it felt too good to stop now. He will keep on claiming that he hates you though, but behind closed doors, both of you knew that he'll do anything for another taste of your cunt.  

YANG JEONGIN - LOST IN THE FIRE

"I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on." 

→ When Jeongin talked to you about not being able to see many girls because of his job, he never thought that you would offer your help, but was he complaining ? No. Not at all. You were all he could have dreamt of : you were pliant when he wanted you to, you were down to take control and make him cry when he needed you to. And you loved to experiment just as much as him. He had told you one time how much it aroused him to think about being woken up with sex, but he clearly didn’t expect you to actually do it one day.

“- F-Fuck ! This is the best morning of my life…”

Your chuckles were quickly knocked off your throat, a whine escaping you instead as you kept on riding Jeongin. His hands came to your waist, not doing anything other than feeling up your body. There was no rush, only a slow, slow pace that felt not enough but too much at the same time. 

“- You were so good to me last night, wanted to do something for you Innie.”

The boy threw his head back, moaning a little louder. He spent the said last night between your legs, pushing you over the edge as much time as you wanted to and satisfied with grinding against the sheets. And it was totally worth it if that was his reward. 

“- Oh my god ! Y/N… I’m gonna cum… 

- Go on, fill me up pretty boy.”

Yes, definitely worth it. 

"I can’t lose you babe."

→ Feeling someone slip through your fingers was really not fun, and Jeongin felt his heart sink down his throat as he witnessed you making out with Chan. He knew it was only for this stupid game of truth and dare, knew that it was only for shit and giggles. But what if it wasn’t ? What if you realized you needed more than him ? What if you noticed that he wasn’t good enough for you ? That night, even if the guys where all home, he fucked you rough, and made you cry his name so loudly that it was impossible for them not to hear you. 

“- My throat is so fucking sore…”

Jeongin felt guilty immediately after, cleaning you up really carefully and bringing you a hot cup of milk mixed up with some honey to ease your strained voice. During the whole process, he wouldn’t look too long into your eyes, afraid of what he’ll see in them. 

“- Why are you acting like that, Jeongin ?”

He shrugged his shoulders but kept you as close to him as possible that night. He wasn’t ready to lose you, not at all. But by the way you were always looking at him like had casted a spell on you, he should’ve guessed. He ignited a fire in you that only he could tame. But it was only a question of time before he’ll realize that the same flames were devouring his heart and yours.

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[wegc]

So i was thinking about the perv chan imagine and i came up with like a follow up kinda?? So like you, chan and ur brother are at chans house cleaning or something idk? And you look into one of his drawers and find the laminated photo and ask chan why he would own such a thing, acting all innocent while knowing the real reason. Chan makes up an excuse of “oh must be some dumb prank by one of my friends haha ive never seen that before”, but once your brother leaves to go to the bathroom. you ask chan the real reason still acting all innocent and cute, not giving up until he finally admits the real reason. You simply giggle at him saying you knew what kind of a perv he was but didnt think he woukd go to such lengths about it. And chans left all embarrassed and hard in his boxers 😵‍💫😭

poor channie wouldn’t even be able to look you in the eye :( he feels so lightheaded and his heart’s racing so fast because today might be the day he might fuck up everything with you, but here you are, happily listening to him confess that he jerks off to photos of you with a dumb smile on your face <3

and he definitely loses his shit when he hears the toilet flush, implying your brother’ coming out soon. you hear it too and so before your brother catches you and chan awfully intimate with one another, you press a soft, lingering kiss on the corner of his lips, and ask him if he can touch himself in front of you one day, because isn’t the real thing better?

“you can call it a date, yeah?” you propose, the tip of your fingers barely grazing the swell of his clothed cock, and all chan can do is nod dumbly, mouth wide open and ears red :(

he definitely doesn’t need the photo of you that night when he touches himself hehe.

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