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Favourite boy {Minho x Jisung}

Contents: Minsung Hogwarts story. Leeknow Slytherin, Jisung Hufflepuff. Established relationship. 2.1K words.

It was no secret that Minho didn't really like other people. It was no secret either that he despised Hyunjin. People found it comedic, really. Slytherin seeker, Gryffindor seeker, there is bound to be beef. It was even more comedic to see the two fighting in the hallways. Well, fighting was a big word. It was more about Hyunjin stalking after Minho through the corridors and screaming after them. Today, was one of those days.

It was a day before the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Hyunjin's nerves were getting to him. Even though Chan reminded Hyunjin multiple times that he shouldn't start fighting with Minho, this didn't help.

'Come on, Minho, what the hell?!' Minho picked on the salad in front of him, rolling his eyes at the taller Gryffindor. 'It is a big deal! Gryffindor is supposed to win! We will be behind so bad if we lose!'

'And so will we, Hyunjin.' Minho scoffed. 'I'm not going to let you win. If I take the snitch first, I take the snitch first, if you take the snitch first, you take it first. It's as easy as that.' He gave Hyunjin a mocking smile. 'Now quit it. You try this every year.' Minho looked back at his plate as Hyunjin pulled his bright red hair harshly.

'Minho, everyone is counting on me!'

'We are both seekers, darling. I know everything about it.' Minho took a bite of his salad. 'Sit down, you're making me nervous.' Hyunjin fell down on his seat, running a hand through his hair. The frown on his face told Minho that he was thinking deeply. Minho glanced around, lots of people had been staring at them. It was weird enough for a Gryffindor to join the Slytherin table, only to argue with one of them. Minho caught Seungmin and Jeongin walking toward them, Seungmin with his nose buried in a book and Jeongin basically guiding him so he wouldn't fall down. Jeongin frowned at the sight of Hyunjin, glancing with a "what the hell is he doing here?" expression at me. I simply shrugged.

'Hello hyung!' Seungmin smiled as he sat down next to Jeongin, looking up from his book. 'How did your Transfigurations test go?

'Like shit.' Minho complained. 'I swear, McGonagall hates my guts.'

'Even with my help it still went bad?' Seungmin pouted. Jeongin glared at Minho, so he quickly said:

'It went lots better, but I'm just very bad at Transfigurations, Seungmin.' Minho excused himself.

'He should've dropped it, Seungie.' Jeongin said in a sweet voice. 'Nobody can ever teach him this, he's just very bad.' Minho hummed, playing along with the stupid act.

'Extremely.'

'Minho, can't you just, not try to catch the snitch for once?!'

'Excuse me?!' Jeongin frowned at Hyunjin. 'No?! We're becoming the champion this year, Hyunjin. Slytherin is going to win again.' He served some food for Seungmin. 'Expect to get a broken nose tomorrow...' he sang in a mocking voice.

'Jeongin!'

'What?!'

'That's rude.'

'That's Quidditch!' Minho glanced at Hyunjin, who was giving him pleading eyes. Chan would be weak for this.

'You have my answer, Hyunjin.' Minho shrugged. 'I'm sorry.' Hyunjin groaned, grabbing his bag from the ground.

'I'm going to see Chan.' he announced, standing up and marching away. Jeongin followed him with a judging face.

'Who does he think he is?' Jeongin asked. 'Asking you to let them win?!'

'He tries it every year.' Minho shrugged. 'I'd be worried if he didn't try.' Minho finished his salad, running a hand through his brown hair. 'We have training in an hour.' He announced before standing up. 'Be on time for once.' Jeongin gave him a nasty look, that Seungmin couldn't see because he was buried in his books again. Minho gave him a nasty look back before he turned and walked away. Before Minho left the great hall, he glanced at the Hufflepuff table. He saw Jisung and Felix having dinner together, Felix talking enthusiastically, while Jisung was stuffing his cheeks. He was looking like a squirrel. Cute. He looked at him for a few more seconds before he turned around and walked toward his dormitory.

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'No, no, no, Felix, You can ask Changbin, but I'm not going with you into the dark forest.' Jisung detached himself from Felix's hug, readjusting his large, round glasses. Felix whined.

'You don't want to come with me just because Minho is almost done training!' he complained. Jisung flushed red. Felix sighed. 'I'll ask Binnie then!' He turned swiftly, skipping happily toward the Ravenclaw tower. 'Have fun~' he said with a teasing tone as he disappeared out of sight. Jisung ran a hand through his hair, turning as well and walking out of the castle, his robe fluttering behind him. He slipped out through the large wooden doors, walking quickly to the Quidditch field. When he arrived and didn't see any more people flying through the air, he got worried. Had he been too late? But he got there around this time each week. He quickened his step, frowning at the thought of being late. He stepped onto the field, looking around. The chest full of the Quidditch materials was all still there. A soft sound made Jisung look around, it was a soft whistling noise. But he wasn't really sure where it came from.

'Jisung! Duck!' Jisung turned around, a familiar voice echoing through the air. He didn't have much time to think, before he got tackled through the ground, roughly falling down on the fake grass underneath him. He huffed, all the air getting knocked out of him. A weight fell on top of him, not completely crushing him but a little. He opened his eyes, and it got warm immediately. Minho was hovering above him, his hands pinned into the grass beside his head, dark eyes focused upon Jisung, a slight layer of sweat on his forehead and hair messy. He took a deep breath, before giving Jisung a crooked smile. 'I told you to duck, darling. Not to turn around.' It suddenly got really hot in here...

'I- I- it just didn't register.' Jisung stuttered. 'What are you doing anyway?!'

'It was either me who knocked you down or a beater.' Minho said, gesturing in the air. The whistling sound was now clear, it was a beater who got loose. 'And I think you would have rather me knock you down.'

Oh, you can knock me out anytime. Minho smirked. Wait- he didn't just say that out loud, did he?

'I'm going to get that beater back.' he announced, raising himself up from the ground. Out of instinct, Jisung grabbed the quidditch robes and pulled him back down. Minho's eyes widened, raising his eyebrows. 'Oh?'

'Give me a kiss first.' Jisung demanded. Minho giggled, raising his eyes to see if anyone was around.

'You're always so needy for kisses.' Minho teased. 'Seems like you can't go two days without kisses from me.' Jisung huffed, shoving Minho's chest.

'If you don't want to, then suit yourself!' he scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. 'Then go get that stupid beater and-' Minho didn't allow Jisung to finish his sentence before he pressed their lips together. Jisung sucked in a breath, before he relaxed against him, gripping the robes to pull him even closer against him. Jisung could feel him smile against his lips. This only urged Jisung to cup Minho's face, making simply no space in between them. Minho felt slightly damp from sweat, he probably trained so hard. Minho pulled away slightly.

'Sung- I'm all sweaty.' he complained, lips not even inches away. Jisung just rolled his eyes, pulling him closer again.

'I don't care.' he mumbled against his lips. He was pleased to feel Minho smiling against his lips.

'You like me too much.'

'Hmh.' Jisung hummed nonchalantly. 'And what are you going to do about it?' Minho hummed for a while, thinking carefully.

'Make you like me even more?' he suggested. Jisung smiled.

'What a suggestion.' Minho moved down once again, to give him a peck on the tip of his nose.

Somewhere in the air, the whistling sound got back. Minho turned his head quickly. His eyes widened and he grabbed Jisung by the waist. Before Jisung knew what was going on, Minho rolled them over, away from their previous position. Not a second later, the beater that had almost hit Jisung, slammed into the ground, making the dirt fly around everywhere. Minho rolled his eyes, glaring at the beater. He gently pushed Jisung off of him before he sprung up and walked to his broom. With his hand above it, he shouted: 'Up!' he caught the broom in his hand as he walked, snatched one of the beater's bat from the ground and flew off. Jisung sat up, watching Minho in awe as he flew around in the air, chasing the beater as if it were the snitch.

The beater hung still in the air for a moment, and Minho took his chance. He raised the bat high in the air and brought it down harshly against the flying ball. It rocketed toward the ground, once again making the dirt fly up everywhere. Jisung looked around and grabbed the other bat from the ground. The moment the beater tried to fly up again, he stepped forward and gave a swing. The moment the bat made contact with the beater, he could feel a shiver go through his body at the sudden impact. The beater flew into the stands, breaking it and making wood fly everywhere. Minho laughed loudly. He crashed to the ground and grabbed the chest, bringing it closer to the broken stand. He clutched the beater to his chest, bringing it to the ground. Jisung watched as he struggled to try to keep ahold of the beater and try and drag it into the chest. He hurried toward them and together, with lots of muscle straining and huffs and puffs, they managed to lock it back into the quidditch chest. Minho sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm. He looked up at Jisung.

'You can become the next Hufflepuff beater if you wanted to?' he suggested, a smirk playing on his lips. Jisung scoffed, hitting him across the head.

'Absolutely not.' he got up, taking his wand from the robe and pointing at the broken stand. 'Reparo.' The broken pieces of wood flew up, mending themselves so the stand wouldn't have to be repaired tomorrow. 'I don't even like Quidditch...' Jisung mumbled, watching the wood fly in the air. Minho raised his eyebrow from his position on the ground.

'You don't?'

'No. I think it's stupid and you can get hurt so badly. I don't know why people are always so excited about Quidditch. It's just like rugby in the muggle world.' Minho couldn't help but giggle as he listened to Jisung's rant.

'If you don't like Quidditch,' he interrupted him. 'Why do you always come to the matches?' He saw Jisung visibly freeze when he brought that up. When he turned around, he was fiddling with his wand, turning it in his hand nervously. He grinned.

'Well, you like Quidditch and it means something to you. And I like seeing you play...' Jisung confessed. He snapped his head toward him. 'But I only like seeing you play when you don't get hurt!' he exclaimed. 'Minho- I swear to god if you get hurt again I will kill you!' Minho frowned.

'How does that make sense?'

'I will make it make sense.' Minho smiled, shaking his head and getting up from the grass. He grabbed his wand and a handle of the chest. Before he could ask Jisung to help him, he had already pointed his wand at the chest and called; "Wingardium leviosa." The chest became weightless and started levitating in the air, making it easier to pull along. Minho smiled at Jisung.

'You're so bright...' Jisung blushed before he skipped after Minho to put the stuff away. He called another spell when the two arrived in the shed, making the chest fall down harshly. Minho closed the shed and locked it, turning toward Minho. He smiled at him, and Jisung had to contain his own smile. 'So what do you want to do now?' Jisung shrugged.

'Something with you.' Jisung admitted. Minho extended his arm and Jisung took his hand, the widest smile on his face. Minho led him toward the castle.

'I do have to like, change, real quick.'

'Oh, I wouldn't mind seeing you change.' Minho side-eyes the Hufflepuff, who only had a mischievous grin on his face.

'Hmh... Maybe we can arrange something...'

'I think we definitely can.'

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IT's been a while lmao. Enjoy my story from a LOOONNGG time back.

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go easy - h.js

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub jisung, dom reader, masturbation (m), brief voyeurism, a bit of degradation, reader calls jisung a slut once, use of traffic light system, stopping during a scene, crying, slight angst, hurt/comfort, pegging, lots of praise

word count: 6.6k

The scent of your cooking wafted through the kitchen as you turned the knob on your stove to lower its heat to a simmer. You gave the eggs you’d scrambled a few more tentative pokes with your utensil before deciding that you were satisfied, shutting off the fire beneath the pan at last.

Jisung was still sound asleep in the other room—or at least, you assumed he was given that he hadn’t yet been lured into the kitchen by the mouthwatering aroma. You set the sizzling pan down on the counter and glanced at your phone to check the time. It was nearly noon, and as much as you wanted Jisung to get proper rest, especially knowing that he’d gone to bed thoroughly exhausted the night prior, you figured it’d be better to wake him up before his whole day was thrown off. A part of you wanted him awake so he could have the chance to eat his breakfast before it got cold, but the other half—the more selfish one—simply missed him. No matter how groggy he might be when he first woke up; mumbling to himself for minutes, ruffling his unruly hair and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before he could get a proper sentence out, he always brightened your mornings with his slurred jokes and lazy giggles.

The thought alone was enough to stir fondness in your chest, bringing an involuntary smile to your face as if you could hear his raspy voice already. You made quick work of setting the rest of the table and headed out of the kitchen, making your way down the hall towards your bedroom. In retrospect, shutting the door so that the clatter of your cooking wouldn’t disturb Jisung hadn’t really been necessary, considering how deep of a sleeper he was.

A small, muffled noise coming from the other side of the wall captured your attention, bringing you to a halt as you reached for the door handle. You stayed put for a moment, not even having the chance to question whether you’d imagined it or not when it was soon followed by another, just audible enough for you to catch. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard Jisung talk in his sleep, but the nature of the sounds you were hearing—stifled, swallowed down, like he was having trouble getting them out—had you wondering if he might be experiencing a nightmare of some kind. 

You listened long enough for your curiosity to begin morphing into concern. A noise almost akin to a gasp met your ears, cut short as soon as it came, just barely allowing you to catch it. With a frown, you turned the door handle and tiptoed into your bedroom, completely unprepared for the scene that awaited you inside.

Jisung was awake, very much so.

Your comforter had been bunched up and tossed to the side, giving you a clear view of exactly what had been drawing out all those strange, breathless noises from him. He was hunched over, eyes squeezed shut, messy hair falling into his face, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His shorts and underwear were pushed down just far enough for his hand to move freely, like he’d been in too much of a rush to even bother removing them properly. Given how fast he was stroking himself, that was probably the case.

You blinked a few times, processing the scene unfolding before you in stunned silence. He hadn’t yet noticed that you’d slipped into the room, still fully consumed by the feeling of his hand sliding up and down his length at a frantic pace, working himself to his high with a shameless lack of control. The noises he made were hushed, but deliciously desperate, and judging by the obvious flush on his cheeks, you could tell just how hard he was trying to hold his breath and restrain himself so they wouldn’t ring out too loud.

Any remaining shock you’d felt was quickly overtaken by a wave of arousal when you heard Jisung call out your name—so soft, so broken, you might have thought you’d misheard if he didn’t buck up into his fist especially hard as he uttered it, like the mere thought of you was just what he needed to send him over the edge right then and there. He slowed his pumping to flatten his palm and roll it over the head of his cock, cursing under his breath. You knew better than anyone how crazy the move drove him—you were the one who’d discovered it in the first place, gotten him hooked on it. It ignited a strange heat in your stomach, to realize that you were the only thing on his mind in that moment.

You’d never quite seen Jisung like this before. Curled in on himself, forcing back his moans in a relentless chase for pleasure from hands other than yours. He was typically so vocal about his desires with you, rarely shying away from demanding all your attention and begging you to take care of him when his need became too much to contain any longer. The fact that he was trying to keep it all a secret from you, like he was doing something wrong, had you more excited than you’d like to admit.

He clamped his jaws shut to suppress what was sure to have been a particularly loud cry, throwing his head back in a fit of pleasure. As he did, his half-lidded eyes finally caught a glimpse of you. Arms crossed, leaning lazily against the doorframe with an expression on your face that made his stomach flip.

He stiffened, hand freezing around his dick. A choked noise escaped him as his stare met yours, the remaining traces of his moan instantly dying out in his throat.

“Morning,” you hummed.

Jisung’s eyes grew wide as moons; a deer caught in headlights, a look far too innocent considering what he’d just been doing. With a mortified squeak, his hand scrambled for the nearest pillow, flinging it over himself in a pointless attempt to cover up the dripping mess of arousal peeking from his half-discarded shorts. Embarrassingly enough, the softness pressing suddenly against his most sensitive spot made him jolt, so hard that he was positive you wouldn’t miss it.

Your lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile, and you made your way over to the bed, flopping down on it casually across from him. “Don’t be shy, Hannie,” your voice was calm for the most part, but it was difficult to contain the delight creeping into it. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, right?”

At that, Jisung’s face heated up impossibly more, creating a pretty blush against his tan skin that you couldn’t get enough of.

“I...I thought you were busy,” he stammered out, gripping the pillow tighter. “I didn’t mean...um, I mean, I wasn’t trying to—”

His rambling was cut off when you leaned forward to cup his face in your hands, smile curving to completion when you felt for yourself how much his skin was burning under your palms. You gave his full cheeks a squeeze, gentle enough for him to relax into your touch. “Weren’t trying to get yourself off?” you finished for him. “It’s alright, baby. Why don’t you show me what you were doing?”

Jisung swallowed hard. “You’re not mad?” 

“Mm...not mad,” you began, rubbing your thumbs along his flushed face, feeling his pulse race under them. “Just a little hurt that you didn’t call for me to help you out.”

He cast his eyes down, unable to turn his head away in shame like every instinct told him to. You were only teasing him, no signs of disappointment lacing your tone, but it crashed a heavy guilt over him all the same. To not only do something so pathetic, so shameful, but to be caught by you in the process. You, the one he wanted to be good for, the one he did everything with your approval in mind.

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” he mumbled. “It’s way too early for me to be so…ah.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could fade into the sheets and escape your watchful eyes before he died of pure humiliation right there—or worse, before the fresh rush of adrenaline it sent through his body to be found like this made his situation infinitely more embarrassing. He could already feel it, creeping up his neck, making his cock throb against the soft fabric of the pillow.

“Just…didn’t wanna bother you for something like this.”

With the exception of an occasional,  overly-eager misstep, Jisung always tried his best to be as well-behaved as possible for you. It was a rare occurrence for you to scold him over anything—he didn’t give you much of a reason to, nor a desire to. Not when his doe eyes gleamed up at you in a constant search for praise and his voice rang out so sweetly with every word of adoration you gave him. Though he hadn’t necessarily broken any rules, it still felt strangely thrilling to you to have caught him like this. Working himself up without your knowledge, seeking relief without your touch. You wondered what he’d been thinking about to even reach that point, what had made him so desperate that he didn’t even think to come find you first.

You slid your hands from his face to grab the pillow he’d used to shield himself. Jisung tensed up as you tugged it out of his hold, but he made no effort to try and stop you, obediently releasing it from his fidgeting fingers. Your heart skipped a beat as his cock sprang back into view, still fully hard and leaking at its tip, practically begging for release after the sudden loss in stimulation. Clearly, Jisung’s embarrassment had done little to ebb his arousal—if anything, it’d only strengthened it.

“Poor baby. So needy with no one around to take care of him,” you pouted, ghosting your hand over his length. “What’s got you like this first thing in the morning?”

It took him a moment to muster up a response, not finding it in him to speak properly when your fingers were dancing mere centimeters over his aching tip, taunting him. “H-had a dream about you.”

“Yeah?” you cooed. “Was I touching you like that?”

A soft noise of frustration met your ears. His gaze was locked on your hand, in a trance. So preoccupied with how badly he longed for you to close the distance that he almost forgot to give a strained nod.

“Cute.” You followed Jisung’s pleading stare to admire his twitching cock, curling your hand playfully around nothing. His breath hitched in his throat, bracing himself for your touch. But it never came. 

Instead, you scooted back, settling comfortably in a spot near the edge of the bed that gave you the perfect view of him—his bewildered face, his ridden up shirt, his dick peeking up from the elastic of his shorts. “Well, don’t let me ruin your fun.”

His mouth fell open, big, anxious eyes darting up to meet yours again. Adorably expressive as ever. You could see every emotion he was feeling written out in the curve of his eyebrows and the repeated parting and closing of his lips as he struggled to make sense of what you were implying.

“Ah…” he chuckled nervously. “What?”

“It must’ve felt good, right? Better than anything I could do,” you teased. “Let me see how my baby plays with himself when I’m not around.”

Your tone was light, but Jisung nearly shuddered all the same, like he couldn’t shake the feeling that some sort of punishment had to be awaiting him. There was a strange, hungry glint in your eyes that added a tinge of apprehension to the excitement fluttering his chest.

Despite himself, he followed through without question, half out of a determination to prove his discipline to you, half out of a pathetic need to relieve the pressure still coiled tight in his abdomen. He brought his hand back to his length, a tiny whine escaping him as he wrapped his fingers around it, handling it with far more timidity than the relentless pace he’d set earlier. He glanced up at you with a hopeful stare to ask for permission, such an obvious attempt to appeal to you that you could’ve laughed. But you simply nodded, encouraging him to start moving.

Tentatively, Jisung began stroking himself, thighs trembling the instant his pleasure picked up where he’d left off. You marveled at the way his cock pulsed in his hand as he pumped it with an amount of delicacy that he wasn’t used to treating himself with, slowly finding his rhythm. Even with his languid strokes, it wasn’t long before soft vocalizations began to build in his throat, heard loud and clear through the bedroom.

“Is that how fast you were going earlier?” you asked. It seemed like an innocent question, but he knew right away what you were really getting at; an order to go faster, to match his feverish speed from before.

“No,” he admitted.

“Don’t hold back, Jisungie,” you urged. “You were so into it before. Do it just like that, make yourself feel so good that you don’t even notice me.”

A breathless, awkward mewl slipped out of him, but he tightened his grip nonetheless. You cooed in approval, growing more aroused with each passing second over the sight of him so flustered, fumbling helplessly with his cock like he’d never touched it before. Any traces of how shameless he could be with you were nowhere to be found, now. No cries for your attention, no sinful expressions on full display, no begging to be adored. It willed you to take things a step further, to make the most of his shyness.

His hushed sounds quickly escalated into less controlled ones, still tinged with that sleepy rasp. His free hand gripped the bedsheets as he picked up the pace of his stroking, a cute, concentrated look forming on his face.

“There we go. Does that feel good, Hannie?”

The boy’s eyebrows furrowed as he slid his thumb along the head of his cock, passing over his wet slit and making his breath stutter. “M-mhm,” he hesitated before continuing. “It’d feel—ah—better if it was you.”

“Yeah?” you cooed. “It could’ve been. All you had to do was come to me like a good boy.”

He whined at that, averting his guilt-ridden gaze. Even with his head ducked, he could still feel you watching him, taking in each flex of his muscles and jolt of his hips. It made the touch of his hand feel completely foreign to him, like the effects of your observant eyes stimulated his nerve endings with a new intensity. You knew well by now that Jisung thrived on your praise more than anything else, but the prospect of talking down to him with no affectionate words to ease the sting was oddly exhilarating to you. You wanted to be a little meaner, to satiate your curiosity. 

“Is this what you do behind my back, baby?” you faked a pout. “Always touching your needy cock ‘cause you can’t even wait for me? Are you that dirty?”

Jisung tensed up, nearly choking in his haste to get his protest out. “No! I’m good, ‘m a good boy.”

His reaction made your spine tingle with satisfaction, enough for you to continue testing the waters. “I thought so too,” you said wistfully. “But now I’m not so sure. What kind of good boy would do something so gross?”

He whimpered. It came unexpectedly louder than the rest of his sweet little sounds, even as the pace of his pumps slowed down significantly. 

“Maybe you were just pretending to be good for me?” You cocked your head to the side. “Maybe you’re really just a little slut who will do anything to get off.”

Your tone took on an unnatural harshness, unlike any of your usual teasing, your familiar, playful lilt that pulled him into a happy haze with each word you spoke. Jisung shuddered. His face turned beet red, half-hearted strokes coming to a full stop. For a brief moment, you thought his reaction was one of enjoyment. But a few seconds passed, and the boy stayed that way—quiet, frozen in place, save for a faint twitch in his lips. 

“Jisung?” you asked cautiously. “Are you okay?”

His spell of silence stretched out longer than you’d anticipated, making alarm rise in your chest. 

“Jisung, what’s your color?” 

There was a newfound urgency to the question, one that he couldn’t ignore no matter how badly he wished he could brush it off, to pretend like he was fine so he wouldn’t disappoint you any further. But you noticed it all without anything said, from his tensed posture to the way his hand quivered as he unwrapped it from around his length. Reluctantly, he lifted his head to look at you, watery gaze coming into view.

“Green,” he said at last. The crack in his voice did little to reassure you—in fact, all it did was shoot your worry through the roof.

“Are you sure?” you pressed. “I need you to be honest with me, baby.”

Jisung’s breathing grew more rapid, heart hammering in his chest for reasons he couldn’t fully explain. It had all felt so good, so right, up until just a moment ago. Now, it was all wrong—he was all wrong. He couldn’t find it in him to be his own comfort, to tell himself that your words held no real weight. He’d upset you, he’d disappointed you, and on top of that he couldn’t even take his punishment properly. The sting in his eyes grew stronger. He’d already let you down by doing something so indecent, he didn’t want to do it again by being too weak to face the consequences. 

Even with Jisung’s face obscured by his messy curtain of hair, you could see the flurry of emotions crossing it, twisting his features, and your heart along with it. He was lying, you were certain of it.

“Hannie,” you softened your voice. The nickname was feather-light on your tongue, enough to soothe the inhibitions that were threatening to take over his mind and force him quiet. “Talk to me. Are you sure?”

Jisung swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat couldn’t be pushed down. You already knew how pathetic he was, anyway. There was no point in denying it.

All at once, the tears that had glazed his wide eyes spilled over. He pulled his knees up to his chest, shrinking into himself, looking smaller than ever. 

“Ah…this is s-so stupid,” he attempted a weak chuckle, but it fell flat into a sob instead, one that made your chest positively ache. “Sorry,” he choked out. “I tried to hold it in, ‘m sorry.”

A wave of guilt crashed over you, flooding all your senses. You rose from your spot slowly to make your way over to Jisung and settle down next to where he was curled up on the bed. It took all of your self-control to push back every protective instinct that told you to pull him into a hug when you saw how fragile he looked, trying and failing to ease himself as he cried into his elbow. Just as you were mulling over whether or not it’d be okay to touch him, he leaned into you like a reflex, and like a reflex, you wrapped your arms securely around him.

“Shh...it’s okay. Don’t apologize, baby,” you did your best to speak steadily, even if the broken sounds that slipped out as he fully let himself go made it difficult to control your voice. “It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.”

Jisung buried his face into your chest, hot tears seeping through your shirt and churning your stomach with sympathy. “Did...did you really mean that?” he hiccuped, digging his fingers into your clothes. “Am I that gross?”

“No, Jisung, never,” you could barely contain your own distress. Still, you had to stay composed, for his sake. Knowing Jisung, your guilt would feed into his; it would only make him feel worse when he already thought he’d ruined things for you. “I didn’t mean any of it, angel. It was all play.”

“But you’re right, I did something so disgusting behind your back. ‘M so pathetic. Gross,” he babbled, just short of incoherent with the way he was nestled into you. “You shouldn’t t-touch me. I don’t deserve it.”

You made a sound of pure disbelief, tightening your hold around him instead, rocking gently from side to side in an effort to calm him down. Jisung trembled against you as stifled gasps racked his body, but he followed your movements nonetheless, swaying along. “You’re not gross, Hannie. Please don’t believe that for even a second, okay?” You ran your hand up his quivering back to cradle his head, holding him close and massaging his scalp lightly with your fingers. “I went too far today, huh? I’m so sorry.”

“N-no, I’m—” he sniffled out. “Sorry for being like this. So sensitive.”

“You’re not too sensitive,” you murmured. “It’s my fault, baby. I should’ve checked before saying those things to you.”

You continued playing with his hair as he tried to get ahold of himself, feeling a tinge of relief when his breathing grew a little less erratic the more you soothed him, shaky sobs evening out with each inhale. 

“I’m sorry,” he sniffled into your shirt. “Just thought I disappointed you.”

He tensed again, nearly panicking when you loosened your iron grip on his body to pull back and look him in the eye. Your heart broke even further when you saw the state he was in. His eyes—usually so bright—were red and puffy, glassy in a way that was far different from their natural glint. Dried tears stained his face, with fresh ones still brimming in the corners of his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. You wiped them away as tenderly as you could, not wanting to irritate his sensitive skin any further.

“Why did you think that, Hannie?” 

“Cause I—,” he cut himself off with another soft hiccup, still struggling to get his emotions under control. “I messed up and couldn’t even take your scolding.”

“You didn’t disappoint me,” you said firmly. “You’re my good boy. So good you can’t even stand the thought of doing something wrong, right?”

He blinked droplets of tears out of his eyes, looking like he wanted nothing more than to bury his face right back into the comfort of your neck. Even so, he managed a tiny nod. 

“There we go. I love you no matter what. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

Your gaze bore intently into his, and Jisung forced himself to fight back the remnants of his self-deprecating thoughts before nodding again. “Okay,” he said softly. “I love you, too. So love me lots, please.”

The affection that gripped you nearly made you coo out loud. You pressed a kiss to his head the moment he leaned back into you, hoping to alleviate any leftover doubts he might have. 

“Can I make it up to you?” you whispered. “Wanna show my baby just how loved he is.”

Jisung let out a shy hum, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You weren’t sure what made you giggle more, the ticklish sensation of his soft hair brushing your skin, or how easily his demeanor shifted. Your question had been innocent enough, you’d expected him to want to be held a bit longer, maybe even going to wash up together, but it seemed like he had something else in mind. His lips puckered against your skin in a wet kiss, taking in your scent, then releasing it with a sweet sigh. 

“Just tell me what you want and we can do it,” you promised, petting his head, easing his mind back to that comforting haze with every stroke. “Does that sound good to you?”

“Mhm,” he murmured into you. What he said next was hard to make out with his lips squished against you, not quite ready to pull away. “Can we…go easy?”

The question tugged at your heartstrings. “Of course, we’ll go easy, angel. Anything you want.”

Jisung hesitated before deciding on his answer, still keeping his head tucked away into your shoulder. “Want your strap, please,” he breathed. It fanned out against your skin, making goosebumps rise to its surface. The plea was so different from his usual begging. Not shamelessly needy—but rather, timid and uncertain.

“Yeah? You wanna be spoiled?” You stopped playing with the hair at his nape to brush your index finger along his neck, relishing in how that alone was enough to make him shudder against you. “Good boys like you deserve to be treated good, too.”

It was Jisung’s turn to giggle, tinged with the slightest whine. You couldn’t deny the relief you felt hearing that familiar sound again. Reluctantly, he unlatched himself from you at last, already craving to feel your warmth again the instant you slipped off the bed. 

“I’ll be right back, okay? Get yourself ready for me.”

Jisung nodded eagerly, some of the liveliness returning to his red eyes. You ruffled his hair, then headed towards your closet, pushing away the final traces of guilt from your mind and replacing them with a determination to make it up to him instead. As you rummaged through your belongings to retrieve your strap-on, it wasn’t long before soft, needy whimpers began to reach you from the bedroom, even sweeter than when you’d first caught him, completely unrestrained this time. As much as they set off a fire in you, you remained patient, taking your time in preparing the toy while his noises grew progressively louder.

Then, a call of your name met your ears. So raspy with need, so weak with desperation, it made your core clench. You tried not to rush yourself, but your composure effectively crumbled when you heard Jisung cry out for you again, loud and clear through the wall. You could’ve laughed—he knew exactly what he was doing, but you were content to let it work, today. With a deep breath, you gathered up your things and returned to the other room.

There, you found Jisung with his shorts completely discarded and his legs spread out, pushing two fingers—slick with the lube he’d taken from the nightstand—in and out of himself obediently. The sight, coupled with the wet sounds each sloppy, uncoordinated pump of his hand created, was enough to cloud your mind entirely with arousal all over again. He looked so perfect, like it was exactly where he belonged; parting his thighs wider as soon as he spotted you, giving you a full view of how well he was fucking himself open for you.

You adjusted the strap’s harness around your waist and settled in between Jisung’s thighs. He pulled his fingers out of himself with a low keen, doe eyes gazing up at you intently as you took over for him, lathering your fingers with lube to slip them inside his twitching hole. A gasp caught in his throat as you did, your angle allowing you to reach even deeper inside of him than his own fingers could, loosening him up further. He tightened around you instantly, sucking you in like his body was begging for anything it could get.

“Look at that,” you gave an appreciative hum. “Already stretched out so perfectly for me. Good boy.”

Jisung barely had the chance to react before you spread your fingers out in a scissor-like motion a few times, sending sparks through his body each time you pressed into his walls. Then, you pulled out of him all at once, leaving him squirming and fluttering around nothing. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help his whine of disappointment, even when he knew what was to come. You gave his nose an affectionate tap with your clean hand before squeezing some lube onto your palm, spreading it along the length of your strap-on until it was thoroughly coated.

“Get comfortable, baby,” you ordered gently. 

There was a brief pause as Jisung propped himself up on his elbows, and you faltered for a moment, wondering if he might have changed his mind. He pressed his lips together like he was lost in thought, cheeks squishing adorably in the process.

“Ah, do you think...” he cut himself off with that cute, breathy laugh of his. “Can I—?” Another chuckle. “Can I ride you?”

The sheepish question came as a surprise to you, as did the sharp tingle it sent down your spine. You quirked an eyebrow, barely fighting back your smile when Jisung shied away, bangs falling into his eyes. “I wanna show you what I can do,” he mumbled, almost to himself. “Wanna be your good boy.”

“Jisungie,” you sang, tilting his chin up to make sure your words got through to him. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. You’re already my best boy, let me treat you like it.”

His eyes gleamed, but even as your praise eased his anxious mind, his resolve still didn’t waver. He needed this, you realized. His gaze searched yours for some sign of approval—so hopeful, so hungry, it was all it took for you to understand. 

“But...if that’s what my baby wants, then of course you can.” 

Jisung perked up at that, every soft, sleepy feature on his face brightening back up. “Thank you!” he chirped. “I’ll be good, I swear!”

You weren’t sure if it was his pure earnesty, or that infectious, heart-shaped grin, but you couldn’t hold back a smile of your own. It was impossible not to be overtaken with fondness, not when he was so grateful for just the chance to have your eyes on him as he ruined himself, all without you having to lift a finger. Shifting from your spot on the mattress, you settled back against the headboard of the bed, patting your thighs to beckon him over. He wasted no time before scrambling into your lap, straddling you so that he hovered mere centimeters above the toy’s head. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” you told him, taking the shaft into your hand to line it up with his entrance. “You’ll take it all, won’t you? Just like your pretty hole took my fingers so well.”

Jisung shuddered as you swirled your strap’s slick tip around his rim, bracing himself with a deep inhale before sinking down on it. His breath spilled out in a long, shaky moan as you filled him up bit by bit, his walls instantly tightening around the delicious thickness he’d been aching for. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, willing himself to push against the friction until every last inch of the toy had disappeared inside of him.

“That’s it, Hannie. Good boy, you make it look so easy.”

Your sweet whispers made it difficult for Jisung to control his breathing as he adjusted to the sensation of being filled to the brim. All he could manage was a weak gasp in response, eyes squeezing shut and insides clenching wildly. Your hands found their way to his hips, sliding your fingers along his tan skin to help soothe him while you waited, once again blown away by how ridiculously small his waist was.

“Pretty boy,” you hummed. Unable to resist, you pressed the pads of your thumbs deep into his flesh, delighted by the way his stomach contracted. “You look so perfect like this, just made to be filled up.”

The boy let out a flustered squeak, hands flying up to cover his face. It was almost amusing how much of a contrast there was in how Jisung vied for your compliments versus how he responded to them. There was no need for false bravado here, no need to fulfill any role when he was already the subject of your adoration. 

He squirmed above you slightly, letting out a tiny grunt as the ridges of your strap pressed snugly against his walls. When he finally collected himself enough to speak, his voice came meek, muffled by his palms. “C-can I move?” 

“Mm,” you urged, giving his waist another squeeze. “Show me how a good boy does it, Hannie.”

His hands dropped reluctantly from his flushed face and down to your shoulders, gripping them tight to steady himself. With a huff of effort, he lifted his body off your lap, sliding tortuously slow up the toy’s length before landing back down with a sharp smack. He relished in the relief it brought him for a moment before repeating the action, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to find his rhythm.

Jisung’s moans began slipping out of him in no time, rising in pitch and volume each time he sank down all the way to your strap’s hilt, building up a delicious pressure in your core. You ran your hands up and down his sides, feeling up his slender waist and stomach, puffing out with every gasp. “Are you feeling good, baby boy?” 

Jisung dug his fingernails into your skin with a whimper, already finding it difficult to string together a coherent sentence. “Yes—ngh—so good,” he choked out. “So full.”

“Cause you’re taking it all so well. Every inch of me,” you praised. “Keep moving just like that, angel. I wanna see your cute little face when you cum all over yourself.”

Jisung mewled out your name, whether it was in shy protest of your words or a plea for more, even he wasn’t sure. You tightened your hold on his waist, hands following his every bounce to help keep him from faltering. The sight of him rocking his hips against yours was nothing short of breathtaking—small beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, tousled hair bouncing cutely, tongue peeking out between his swelling lips. His cock left drops of precum all over his skin each time it slapped against his stomach, crying for release after being denied for so long.

You could tell Jisung’s movements were starting to take a toll on him. He grasped frantically at your shoulders for purchase, trying his best to stay grounded just long enough to bring himself to a climax. His thighs began to tremble, pace growing sloppy both from the repeated strain on his muscles, and from the pleasure making it increasingly difficult for him to focus. You decided to help him out when you caught the frustrated pout forming on his face, lifting yourself to push into him with a newfound force and making him cry out sharply. 

“It’s getting rough, huh, baby? Hannie’s working so hard for me. Such a good boy.”

“Hah...th-thank you,” Jisung swallowed down the saliva pooling in his mouth before it could trickle out, leaning in to slump his body against yours, no longer able to stay upright on his own. “Your good boy, ‘m your g’boy. Again. Say it—ah—again, please.”

You softened, indulging him without hesitation when you knew how badly he needed to hear it. “Good boy, Jisungie. My good boy.”

“Yours. Wanna be good for y-you.” He threw his head back suddenly as you hit a perfectly angled thrust. “There!” he gasped, voice cracking into a near-wail. “Right there, please, please, please.”

“There?” you echoed in amusement when he could only writhe around pathetically, all sense of rhythm lost. Your giggle masked just how much it affected you to see him falling apart in your lap like that—his blissed out face, his shameless moans, all tightening the coil in your stomach like his own pleasure was feeding into yours. “You like it there? Keep it up, then, baby.”

Amidst all his begging, your words pierced through Jisung’s foggy brain. They seemed to remind him that he still had some shred of control over the pace, because he picked up the speed of his bouncing again, rolling his body sinfully each time you bottomed out inside him so that your strap grinded against his prostate just right. 

“You fucked yourself into such a cute little mess,” you crooned. Jisung whined above you, too far gone to decide if he should hide away from your attention, or bask in it. “Such a little pleaser. You like putting on a show for me?”

You tilted your hips so that your strap brushed against his sweet spot once more, earning a long drawn-out groan from the boy. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling as sound after filthy sound poured out of him nonstop. “Love it...hah...love it s’ much. Watch me, look at me, please.”

His head began thrashing from side to side, the muscles in his stomach clenching and unclenching as his high crept up on him. You hissed softly when he sank his fingernails deep into your flesh, so caught up in his fit of pleasure that he didn’t even process his how hard he was gripping you. All he could make sense of anymore was the heat that seared through his abdomen each time he sank down on your strap. 

“You’re so good, baby. So good for me. Are you close?” you purred, rubbing small circles into his hips with your thumbs. Your voice was so gentle in contrast to the harsh smacking of his thighs against yours, it made him dizzy. 

“Ah, yeah, yeah. Gonna cum. P-please, ‘m so close. Please—” 

You jerked up to meet him halfway, burying your strap so deep inside him that he swore he saw stars. “Cum for me, baby boy. You’ve earned it.” 

You took his bouncing cock into your grasp, feeling it throb in your palm as you began to stroke him. With just a few glides of your hand, Jisung was sent over the edge. He let out a choked sob as his orgasm hit him at last, his seed shooting onto his stomach in hot spurts, more intensely than usual after being pent up for so long. You milked him through his high, admiring the way the white ropes of cum decorated his tan skin as you pumped out every drop.

Jisung panted heavily above you, jaw still slack, quivering in place as the aftershocks rippled through his body. When the last of his seed had dribbled out from his tip, you carefully released his length from your hold, allowing it to fall limp. The rise and fall of his chest gradually began to slow, and he leaned into your hand the instant you rested it on his cheek, regardless of the fluids coating it. Your touch washed away the last of the hot adrenaline pumping through his system, replacing it with an overwhelming sense of calm; safety. 

“My Hannie,” you murmured. “My sweet boy. You did so well for me.”

Jisung’s eyes fluttered open at last, still a bit hazy, but just as full of adoration for you as your gaze was for him. He managed a lazy, lopsided grin before collapsing forward to nuzzle into you, pressing his nose to your neck and breathing in. With your warmth enveloping him, your scent surrounding him, and the fullness of your strap still nestled inside him, you knew as well as he did that there was no chance of him getting up any time soon. The sticky feeling of his release seeping through your clothes was uncomfortable, but you wrapped your arms around him nonetheless. It was worth all the clean laundry in the world, to hold him like this.

Jisung pressed his lips against your neck in a chaste kiss, catching you by surprise. When he pulled his head back with a sigh of pure bliss, that familiar gleam was back in his eyes, and you knew that he had fully recovered from earlier.

You leaned forward to give him a kiss of your own, smiling into it when you heard the faint sound of his stomach growling, followed by a cute, muffled giggle of embarrassment spilling from his mouth to yours.

“By the way,” you brushed your lips against his. “I made breakfast.”

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Okay so I want to make a story about hermione x an original character, but I just cannot decide on a name. Rn it’s “Lennox.” So you can call her Len, but idk… do you guys have any decisions?

#Harry potter #Draco malfoy #hermione granger #Hermione x oc #harry ron hermione #Hogwarts #Ravenclaw #Gryffindor #hufflepuff #slytherin

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Okay so I need people to help me. One day I saw like a Harry Potter cartoon thing. But instead of like Harry Potter I believe it was with BTS. But now I cannot find it. And for the love of god j want to find it so badly, j want to make such cartoons as well but then from skz. So pls, if anyone knows what I’m talking about lemme know.

#harrypotter #bts harry potter au #bts

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my maniac era changbin fanarts !!

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Can you do a fic with Chan and female reader are in a relationship, maybe it starts out a bit angsty and turns into smvt/fluff. Chan saves reader from a creep that tries feeling her up at the bar and then takes her home and makes sure she feels safe and protected and his. Get a little damsel in distress complex going with an angry protective Bangchan and turns into passionate love? Too specific? Lol this is a daydream I return to often

hope this is what you were looking for! love hearing peoples daydream scenarios. always the best prompts.

pairing: chan x fem!reader genre: smut [18+ only], fluff. protective!chan. content: warnings below cut. word count: 1.8k

afab!reader. stranger grabs reader without her consent. mild violence. unprotected intercourse [pet names, dirty talk].

It was Jisung’s birthday, your entire group of friends were out for the night. The loud music drowns out any attempt at spoken communication, your friend dragging you around by the arm instead. You look over your shoulder, spotting your boyfriend seated in a booth with Jisung and a few others. He looks up at you just as you’re pulled into the crowd. 

You’re pulled to the bar, your friend leaning over to give her order to the bartender as you're tossed around by the crowd. It’s quieter than where you’d come from, but the crowd is more dense. You grab onto a bar stool, sturdy and screwed to the floor, like an island on a stormy sea. A body presses up behind you and at first you ignore it, already accustomed to people surrounding you. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” someone whispers, their hot breath against your cheek. You spin to face them, forcing them back a step. He’s a stranger. You look for your friend, unable to spot her through the crowd. “You lost?” he asks, making you feel like a child missing her parents. 

You duck past him, attempting to find your way back to the booth where you’d last seen Chan. The man follows you through the crowd, attempting to get a response from you. You ignore him. You ignore him until he pushes in front of you, halting you in your tracks. “Come on, baby. Just dance with me a little,” he says, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you against him. You squirm, nails digging into his skin as you attempt to dislodge him from you. 

You’re getting ready to scream just as he’s pulled off you roughly. You stumble forward a little as you’re dragged along with him. When you look up you recognise the back of your boyfriend’s head as he pushes the stranger through the crowd. You follow, weaving through bodies and ducking under arms to keep up. You find him in a dark corner of the bar, pressing the man up against the wall—his arm against his throat. 

By the time you reach him the man’s face is red, clearly struggling to breathe. You reach up to press your hand to Chan’s shoulder, prompting him to turn and look at you. His eyes soften a little as he takes in your face, his mouth opening for a moment and then closing again—jaw clenching. He turns back to the man he has held to the wall, leaning forward to speak directly in his face. The room is too loud for you to hear what he says. Then he releases him, arm reaching behind him to feel for you as the man staggers back into the crowd. 

You grasp his bicep and he finally turns, features softening back into the man you recognised. “You right?” he asks, fingers brushing your hair from your face. 

You step into him, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your face to his shoulder. “Can we go home?” you ask. 

“Sure, baby,” he says, pressing his lips to your temple. “Let’s go home.” 

His soapy hands glide over your skin, stroking up and down your arms slowly. He hadn’t said much since you’d climbed into the Uber, keeping at least one of his hands somewhere on your body since you’d left the club. On your thigh in the car, in your hand as you’d walked to the door, all over you as he helped you undress and shower. 

“That feel nice?” he mutters, hands roaming over your slippery skin. When his hands move down to your waist you lift your hands to his biceps, attempting to wrap your fingers around them. “Wanna go to bed?”

“Mm,” is all you managed in response, distracted by your fingers on his arms—hardly managing to wrap half way around them. 

“Mm?” You lift your eyes to his, catching the small smirk on his lips. “Bed?” he asks. When you nod he guides you under the water, helping you wash off the rest of the soap. He helps you step out of the shower and wraps a soft towel around you, leaning over your shoulder to press a kiss just above your clavicle. You tuck the towel in so it’s secure around you. 

When you try and turn he stops you, bending to lift you into his arms. “Got you.” he says, one dimple appearing as you wrap your arms around his neck. He’s careful to turn slowly as he goes through each doorway, avoiding bumping you against the door frames. 

He lays you down on the bed, the towel falling open—having come undone on the journey from the bathroom. Chan climbs over you, pushing the towel aside fully. You take shallow breaths as he traces patterns on your skin with his fingers, his eyes fixed on your chest. “So fucking soft,” he mutters. 

You huff out a short laugh, dragging his eyes to your face. He lowers his body over you, arms framing your head as he rests on his forearms. “Channie?” you whisper, feeling cocooned under him.

“Yeah baby?” 

“Love you.”

He smiles, one hand moving to cup your cheek—his thumb brushing over your skin. He’s quiet, eyes flicking over your face—clearly lost in thought. 

“Did you have a good night?” you ask. “Apart from the end…” 

His brows pull together. “Apart from the end,” he mutters. You reach up to smooth the line between his brows with your thumb then play with his necklace, the silver chain dangling between you. “I’m sorry,” he says. 

“Sorry?” you question, confused. 

“I got… overwhelmed. I left you.” 

You frown, fingers still fiddling with his chain. He sighs. “I saw him pull you around… saw you struggling… I should have made sure you were okay. I just—I just wanted to make him regret it. I was focused on him.” 

“What did you say? You said something to him…” 

“Doesn’t matter.” 

“Mysterious,” you tease, tangling your fingers in the hair at the back of his head. You attempt to gently bring his head down to yours. He resists. 

“Just wanted you to be safe, yeah? All I want.” 

“I know, baby,” you soothe, stroking the back of his head. He drops to your neck, lips pressed to your skin. “You make me feel so safe.” 

He hums against your skin, hands moving to tangle in your hair. You wrap your legs around him, holding him tightly against you. You’re both still wet from the shower, a small shiver running up your spine as the cold air hits your warm skin. 

“Want you,” you whisper, “want you closer.” 

He pulls back so he can press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Whatever you want… whatever…” he mutters, pressing soft kisses across your face. One of his hands moves down between you, his silver chain swinging with his movement. His eyes flick across your face as his fingers slip through your folds, massaging you gently. “This where you want me?” he breathes.

You nod, moaning when his lips finally move to yours—his fingers playing with you as his tongue slips into your mouth. The cold metal of his necklace tickles your neck. “So warm,” he mumbles against your lips. “So warm for me…” 

It’s messier than usual. He got like this when he was overwhelmed, his wet kisses accompanied by almost incoherent muttering. “My pretty girl…” His finger presses against your opening, then releases-—over and over, teasing you. The repeated pressure against your opening triggers a slow pulse between your legs. “Want my cock? Want my cock inside you?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe into his mouth. “Please.” 

“Okay… okay, pretty” He moves against you, fingers slipping from your cunt. “You can have it. S’yours.” Then his heavy cock is pressing against you—tip nudging your clit as he guides himself to your entrance. He pulls his lips from yours, breath mingling as you both savour the stretch. His eyes close and his brows pull together. You aren’t tempted to smooth his frown away this time, enjoying the way he looks when he’s savouring your cunt wrapped around him. 

“Channie?” His eyes flicker open, glazed over. You smile sweetly then clench around him, his eyes squeezing shut again just before he drops his face to your neck. His low groan spurs you on, continuing to tighten around him then release. 

“Baby,” he gasps, breath tickling your neck. 

“Mm?”

“Gimme a sec.” 

You thread your fingers through his hair, relaxing all your muscles. He’s still against you for a minute and you savour the feeling of him draped over you, inside you. He’s so warm, his skin still a little damp. He feels like a barrier between you and the entire world. 

When he lifts his face from your neck, he looks determined. You can’t help huffing out a small laugh at his serious expression. Then he pulls back, fucking into you suddenly. His hand rests between your head and the headboard, cushioning any accidental impact. “Good?”

“Good,” you gasp out. He goes again, and again—his steady breaths transforming into heavy pants that synchronise with his hard thrusts. When you’re fucked too far up the bed, his hand cushioning your head from the wood with each thrust, he sits back so he can grasp your hips—pulling you down the bed. He falls over you again, rolling his hips as he slowly grinds into you—mouth finding yours again. 

“Love you,” he murmurs. 

“Do you?” you ask, always enjoying playing with him when he gets this fucked out. 

“So—Love you so much,” he says again. You take his face in your hands, lifting him enough that you can see his expression properly. “So…” he mutters. 

You clench around him. His hips stutter, a high whine slipping from his lips. “Fucking me so well… make me feel so nice,” you whisper. “Can you fill me up? Please?” 

“Yeah,” he mutters breathily, “What-Whatever you want…” You clench around him again as he draws back to the tip, a throaty groan accompanying his thrust forward. He’s nonverbal as he works himself up to his high, lips falling back to yours again—no method to the way they move against you. 

“Fill me, Channie. Please… please fill me up.” 

“Fuck,” he gasps. Something in your words crashes his walls down, words flooding from his lips in between his shallow pants. “Fuck, I got you. You gonna take it all? Take all my cum… your tight little cunt… sucking my cock… su-sucking the cum from my cock…”

Your back arches off the bed, his muffled words against your mouth pushing you over the edge. You clench down against him as you ride out your high, pulling him over with you. His warm cum floods you, his wet lips pressing to your skin as his head falls back into your shoulder. 

“Feel you… feel you,” you stutter out between gasping breaths. 

“Mm,” he hums against your skin. “Got you, baby.” He sucks in a deep breath. “Always,” he breathes out.

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#♥︎ eggielix rec

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Okay so I was imagining right. Felix. As always, good boy >>>>>

But like making out with lixie and he’s being really crabby and wanting to touch you, but just to tease him you grab his hands and put them above his head. Like gripping his wrists together so he can’t touch you while you CAN give him teasing touches. That’s like a big yes. Like he’ll be whining to please let him touch you. But even better, right. That he didn’t realize how much he liked it until his hands automatically went to cross above his head when you were making out / pegging him.

No but gripping Felix’s hand above his head with one hand while pegging. Like that’s good. But pinning his hands to the mattress when you entwine your hands. That’s like- that’s even better. He’ll feel so cared for you know :( especially if you’ll caress the back of his hand with his thumb to calm him down if he gets overstimulated or something.

My mind went places today omg.

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so cute!! touchy needy lix always makes my heart go 💖💫 he isn’t content unless he’s holding on to you somehow and feeling your comforting presence!!

the thought of him whining and begging to touch you but despite that he keeps his hands obediently above his head without you even ordering him to…it has me in shambles ㅠㅠ even at his most desperate he still wants to be good for you, but when you notice his hands reflexively closing around nothing you can’t help but take pity on him and lock your fingers w his 💔 the sigh of relief he’d let out as you rub soothing circles into his skin would be so sweet

#♥︎ eggielix rec

[eggielix]

title track: i’ll make those insecurities disappear

i. hyunjin x thicker reader

ii. mentions of past fwb, talks of insecurities, mentions of sex, very suggestive so minors dni

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“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to sex?”

You felt your body freeze as Hyunjin placed the card onto the discard pile. Your eyes flickered between the deck and your drink, seriously, seriously, considering just drinking the liquid in your glass and not answering. But this was Hyunjin, your closest friend—your best friend even, and you knew he wouldn’t judge you. However, at the same time, you weren’t sure you should even be having this discussion with him, game or not.

‘That’s what it was, just a game. A stupid game but still a game nonetheless.’

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[eggielix]

18+ content below:

I’m a big fan of (read: slightly obsessed with) the idea of having two cute subs to take care of and helping them to make each other feel good. Now what if those two subs were Changbin and Hyunjin? Anyways, that thought led to this.

Content notes: afab reader, soft Dom reader, threesome (poly relationship), dumbification, bondage, spanking, slight edging, oral sex (m giving / m receiving), handjobs, penetration (f receiving), mommy kink, aftercare, excessive use of petnames

Bonus: Hyunjin has a bit of an oral fixation

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[eggielix]

practice sessions (masterlist)

felix x reader

You're about to bag your first real boyfriend, and who better to have a practice run with but Felix? You've done everything together, already. It just makes sense. From outside, looking in, one might be perplexed as to how you and your best friend, Felix, end up like this: your knees aching against the hardwood floor of his apartment, his cock stuffed in your mouth, because it starts out innocently enough the first time.

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Epilogue

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[eggielix]

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐦

genre: smut

pairing: sub!skz x gn!dom!reader

warnings: dom/ sub dynamics, teasing, bratting, toys (?), somewhat rough sex, crying

req: yup

not my pics, credits to owner

ᴄʜᴀɴ

oh gods you have unlocked something even chan didn't know about himself lmao. he'd for sure be normally the one in control, but if you'd ask if you could try something new while taking out ribbons out of the closet with seductive, dark eyes- he's a goner. i think he'd still prefer being the one in control after all, but from time to time he'd definitely bask in the feeling of being treated roughly uwu.

ᴍɪɴʜᴏ

i honestly feel like he'd see it as a bit of a game, like how long he can keep being bratty and teasing until you either give up or go all hard dom mode. if you get frustrated at him not listening to you he'd smirk, secretely wanting you to keep going and trying until you have him wrapped around your fingers because he wants to feel under your control, he just doesn't want to make it easy for you.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

he'd be in LOVE, seeing you all confident and ordering him around, tying his hands together above his head with pink ropes or ribbons the color is his request lmao and the fact he's unable to move almost at all has his mind go wild and he can't help but moan out at everything you do. he'd be the whinies baby ever if you teased him though, begging you to just touch him, promising he'd do everything to finally cum.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

he'd nothing but love it, tho this boy would go straight up bratty mode. like- it varies who's in control almost every night, either you or him taking the lead depending on each others moods, but it doesn't often occur that you start taking out toys and funsies or ask him if he wants to be treated more roughly. so he starts teasing you, pushing your limits, really only to receive some kind of punishment because you surely do know how to shut him up.

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ

this man would not stop moaning and whining for the life of him, even if you told him to be quiet and not make a sound he simply can't help himself and lets little groans slip past his lips. you almost laugh at how turned on and desperate he is, how he tells you to tie his wrists tighter or how he eagerly nods when you ask him if he also wants his legs tied to the bed or something and HE WOULD START CRYING AT YOU TEASING HIM, boy'd be so impatient and horny he wouldn't be able to hold back his tears.

ғᴇʟɪx

jfjsjf this boy. can barely hide his excitement like- he straight up starts giggling and obediently does whatever you want before you even ask him too. he'd see you pull out any sorts of ropes? his hands are above his hands in no seconds. he'd see any type of toy in your hands? he'd position himself however needed so you can practically do whatever you want to him.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

i feel like he'd need time to get used to you being all dominant and seductive and serious around him, like i believe he's normally the one making you flustered in no seconds or have you wrapped around his fingers so when you're the one who has this effect on him his mind just goes blank for a good minute. will also not instantly admit how much he'd love this side of you but you could definitely tell quickly by the way the normally quiet boy'd struggle to keep his moans in.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

no because i think he'd be a much bit lost like he'd be so shy? i think?? initially though, because after a while when you've talked about all the important stuff like boundaries and safe words and everything he'd warm up and be surprised by firstly you, to have this kind of side he didn't even know you had, and secondly by himself because he'd never imagine enjoying to not be able to move freely or get spanked or something.

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[eggielix]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ [12:32am]

Under any other circumstances, Hyunjin would have felt overwhelmed by now, halfway through the door and ready to go home in a heartbeat. He wasn’t a person that disliked partying, to be honest, he rather enjoyed it but right now the sleepless nights spent practicing and rehearsing were starting to take a toll on him. It felt like his body wasn’t even his anymore, going with the motions just to do one more thing, and another, pushing himself to the limit just to feel a sense of accomplishment.

This self-destructing routine he fell into wasn’t healthy in the slightest and he was aware of that, but there was no way he would just up and leave right now. Not when you were here, wearing the brightest smile that could put the sun to shame, buzzing around him like you were as happy to see him as he was you. When you were looking at him like he was the only person in the room, eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint in his exhausted state, one that had his heart racing every time your gazes met.

Whatever it was, Hyunjin knew it was even stronger for him. Because in this crowded room, you were the only one he saw, everyone else fading in the background along with the loud music that hurt his head. You and your bright smile that pulled at his heartstrings were the only reason he was still here after all.

“I’m sorry, I started rambling about random stuff again, didn’t I?” your previous story comes to a halt with a laugh, snapping Hyunjin out of the daydream he got lost in as he stared into your mesmerizing eyes.

It takes him a few moments to pull himself together and reply, the music way too loud in his ears again, “Don’t say sorry. I could listen to you talk for hours, doesn’t even matter what it’s about.”

He sees your smile turn sheepish, the hand that wasn’t holding the red plastic cup reaching up to mindlessly play with a stray strand of your hair, a gesture he recognized all too well – you were nervous. More explicitly, he was making you nervous.

“Don’t even start,” you shake your head, giggling, “because I might take you up on that offer and then you will finally get tired of me.”

“I could never get tired of you in this lifetime, Y/n.”

You’re so taken aback by his statement that you don’t even get to mask it anymore and Hyunjin gets to see you in all of your glory. Vulnerable, nervous and so, so oblivious to the extent of his feelings. This is his favorite look on you, speechless and flustered something inside him wants to continue to see you like this – bare, before him.

In the end, you manage to compose yourself, clearing your throat but not meeting his eyes, “Right, and how many girls have heard the same thing?”

Amused, Hyunjin smiles before bringing the cup to his mouth for a sip, “Well until now, just one.”

He can see the gears in your head turning, desperately trying to make sense of his words and what they imply and that prompts him to make the first move and step closer, trapping you between the wall and his lean body. Your gorgeous eyes looking up at him with the utmost innocence almost has him lose it but he contains himself to not scare you off, his free hand going up to cup your chin tenderly.

“Do you really think I’d say something like that to anyone other than you, Y/n?”

Your faces are very close now, so close he can feel your hot breath on his features. Once again, the party completely vanishes from around him and all he can see and feel is you and the way your free hand sneaks to the back of his neck, coaxing him to close the frustrating distance between your lips.

“Answer me.” His voice is lower than usual, matching the dark look in his eyes as he seems to speak right against your lips. So close yet still so far, Hyunjin pats himself on the back for being able to control himself.

Your shake your head ‘no’, breath getting ragged, “Hyunjin, please stop teasing.”

The smirk that forms on his face is full of mischief as he does exactly that, pulling away just for a moment to get both of your drinks out of the way before his hands plant themselves on the wall next to your head.

“And do what instead, baby?”

And for the first time that night, you don’t hesitate, “Kiss me.”

Hyunjin doesn’t need to be told twice, leaning in to connect your lips as soon as those magic words leave you. The kiss is slow and passionate, both of you taking your time to get used to each other. Your lips feel as warm and inviting as they looked and Hyunjin feels like his world is spinning despite the fact that he isn’t even tipsy yet. He’s wanted this for so long and now that it’s finally happening, he can’t believe it’s real, the feeling overwhelming all of his senses.

It takes you wrapping your arms around his shoulders for him to snap out of it, his own going around your waist to drag you closer and finally deepen the kiss. The moan you let out as his tongue finds yours to engage in a fervent dance has goosebumps swarming every part of his body, hearts beating in tandem as one.

Your feelings for one another were finally overflowing to the surface and Hyunjin couldn’t be gladder. Kissing you, holding you in his arms felt so right, just like you’ve unknowingly belonged with him for all this time. He’s kissed a bunch of people in his life yet none of them ever came close to what you were sharing now, to the intensity and passion that sparked.

Pulling away to catch his breath, his lips then lower to kiss and nip at your neck, the contact making you sigh with pleasure.

“Not here,” You manage to whisper, pulling him back to your lips to leave a lingering kiss before cupping his face with a smile, “at least take me on a date first.”

Giggling, Hyunjin nods and plants his forehead against yours, “That was always the plan, my love.”

“Be mine.”

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[eggielix]

💭: h.hj — drabble | suggestive fluff

"So..." he stood in front of you with his newly cut hair. Nervously anticipating for your reaction. "You don't like it?"

Your eyes soften at the sight of his disappointed expression. His smile fades, head hung low. It was surprising, no doubt, but it wasn't bad. He still looked handsome.

"It's okay. Innie cried when he saw." He chuckled, smiling sadly.

You reach to cup his face, smiling softly. "I like it, Jinnie."

"You don't have to lie—"

"You look cute, love." You press a chaste kiss on his lips and watched his smile light up.

"You won't leave me?" Your heart was mushed by his question.

"Why would I leave you?"

"I see a lot of videos on how much of a turn off bad haircuts are. I was scared you'd leave me for this... it's silly, I'm sorry."

You shook your head, your hands leaven his face to pull him to you in an embrace. "You could go bald and I'd kiss every surface of your head. No need to be scared." You chuckled, feeling him bury his face on your neck.

He looks handsome to you, he always will, and no matter the haircut is he's still your Hyunjin. Nothing will change that.

"I'm glad to hear that." He sighed, arms rested around your waist, pulling you closer. "I don't care about what others might think, yours is the one I value most."

"No need to worry about my take on this, Jinnie. I'll always think you're pretty." You smile even though he couldn't see it. "How about we shut the world out and live in ours."

"Would you still play with my hair?" He pulls away, pouting at you.

"Of course." You watch him smile, melting your heart.

Hyunjin smiles back, cupping your face to pull you closer and put his lips on yours. It was soft and tender, you could feel his feelings pouring into the kiss. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was dizzying, you felt lightweight and intoxicated. His kiss was addicting.

You pulled away with a dreamy sigh, breathless and in daze. He smiled softly like he didn't just take all your breath away.

"Shall we go?" He snaked his arms around your waist.

"Yeah..." You chuckled breathlessly.

Hyunjin pulls your closer once again. Tilting his head as he captured your lips with his, bringing you to your own little world.

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[eggielix]

Sharing is Caring

Pairings: Sub!Hyunjin x FemDom!Reader x Sub!Jisung

Genre: Mature

Content Warnings: threesome, use of collars and leashes, use of petnames (puppy and mutt), oral (f. recieving), mistress kink, use of toys (cockrings), slight mxm, nipple play, hints of a poly relationship.

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Author's note: this is my first fic that features a femdom!reader and it's probably painfully obvious that it is, in fact, my first time writing something like this. Although, there is always a first for everything. If you wish to leave some comments on how to improve my writing, especially on characters like a femdom, you can leave some in my asks!!! Thank you!

Sharing is something Hyunjin isn't always accustomed to, and neither is Jisung.

But the two boys are so eager to please you, so eager to cum, they'd do anything you tell them.

"Ah-ah-ah," you tut, clicking your tongue as you tug on the leashes. "What did I tell the two of you, hmm?" You ask, giving each of the boys below you a glare. They both cower at your gaze, their eyes averting from yours as they move to look at the floor, but you didn't miss the glare that they gave each other beforehand.

"I'm sorry, mistress." You hear Hyunjin mumble, his hands neatly folded on top of his lap. "Sorry, mistress," Jisung follows suit. You scoff as you sit on the leather chair in front of them, crossing your legs in the process as you look at the two men in front of you who were sitting on their knees, all bare and naked with their cocks painfully hard from the cock rings you made them wear beforehand.

Hyunjin, the obedient one of the two, was the easiest to handle which only meant that he was the least punished. Jisung, on the other hand, was more of a brat who turns his punishments into his rewards. While the two of them were complete polar opposites, they both turn into the same obedient sluts when it comes to one goal; pleasing you.

A collar sits snugly on their necks with a tag that has their name on it, each personalized to their liking. Hyunjin opted to go for the classic black collar with gold studs while Jisung picked red, matching his honey-like skin tone.

"Remember, puppies. Sharing is caring." You say to them as you spread your legs, your cunt in full display. You watch as Jisung eagerly licks his lips at the sight while Hyunjin shifts on his spot, his cock twitching as soon as his eyes land on your cunt. "If the two of you manage to make me cum only using your tongues, I'll give you your rewards." You say as your free hand moves to spread your pussy further using your fingers.

Without saying anything, the two boys eagerly nod their heads, looking up to you with big doe eyes. "Remember, you need to share. Do you two understand?" You ask them, tugging on their leashes to bring them closer to your cunt. "Yes, mistress," you hear the two boys said in unison. Jisung can feel his cock leak at the scent of your cunt and almost drooling at the thought of being finally able to taste you. Hyunjin is no different. You can tell by the way he draws in shaky breathes how excited he was.

"Go on then, make me cum," the two boys wasted no time upon hearing your go signal, eagerly darting their tongues out to taste you. Hyunjin was the first one to lick a fat stripe through your folds, making Jisung glare at him. "Move, Hyunjin. Give Jisung some room." You tell him as you slightly tug on the leash to get his attention. The said boy moves, giving Jisung enough room for him to get into the mix. He focuses on your clit, giving it tiny kitten licks as he looks up to you for approval. "Stop teasing, pup." You tell him and he breaks into a devious smile before fully darting his tongue out.

It was messy. The whole room was soon filled with wet noises from the boys that were busy licking at your cunt, drool running down their chins and onto the leather chair.

The scene was erotic to say the least, their tongues overlapping each other's just to lick at your pussy, nearly fighting over on who goes to which spot. When one focuses on your clit, the other focuses on your hole and vice versa.

Although, Jisung seems to be enjoying himself a little bit too much.

It took you a while to take notice, but when you do, you realize that he had sneaked one of his hands to wrap around his poor aching cock to relieve himself, jerking himself off.

"Sneaky, aren't we?" You say as you yank him by the hair, making him face you. He lets out a small yelp in surprise, his hand immediately abandoning his cock. With him out of the way, Hyunjin continues his work, greedily lapping up through your folds. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Jisung whimpers out, his cock twitching at the burning sensation that he feels at his scalp. "Really now? Did you really wanna get punished, dumb mutt?" You ask him and he shakes his head no, tears prickling his eyes. "N-no, mistress. I promise, I'll be good." He says as he gives you his best puppy eyes. You scoff and roll your eyes, looking at Hyunjin who's sucking on your clit.

"Come here," you tell Jisung as you tug Hyunjin off of you, making him face the other boy. "You see how messy our poor Hyunjin is?" You ask Jisung, cooing at the other male who's catching his breath. Jisung only nods, his eyes flitting to you and then to Hyunjin. "Clean him up and maybe I'll let you continue your work." You say as you release your grip from his hair. Jisung didn't need to be told twice, immediately coming close to the other male, licking up the drool.

Hyunjin slightly moans when Jisung licks at his chest, his hands slightly grazing over his nipples. You watch as Jisung licks up through Hyunjin's neck up until his chin then his lips. "That's enough, Jisung." You calmly tell him, tugging both of the leashes at once. Hyunjin whines at the loss of contact but follows otherwise. "I'll let you off this time, pup. But I won't be so kind next time, you got that?" You tell Jisung as you harshly tug at his leash, choking him in the process. "Y-yes, mistress." He stutters out as he lowers his head.

You spread your legs once again and the two boys come foward. Hyunjin immediately latches on your clit while Jisung tongues at your hole, the pleasure causing you to moan out.

"Hyunjin," you call out to the other boy as you tug on his leash. "Come here." You tell him as you hand smooths over your breast. Hyunjin perks up at the sight and wastes no time to latch his lips on your nipple. "That's it, good boy." You say as you smooth your fingers through his hair as a sigh of release passes through your lips.

One particular lick on your clit by Jisung sends spark of pleasure through your body. "Fuck, Jisung. Keep doing that." You tell him and he only nods, focusing on your clit more, eating you out like a starved man. You tug Hyunjin off of you before you push him back down to your cunt again to join Jisung.

The feeling of two tongues working on you was about to drive you over the edge. To say that it felt good was an understatement. It felt more than good. The feeling of the power that you have over Hyunjin and Jisung was euphoric, and the fact that they are so willing to obey, makes it even better.

It's funny really, that even though they can easily overpower you, they still chose to be like this; on their knees, hungrily lapping up your pussy like starved men, while leashed up like dogs.

"Fuck, it feels so good." You moan out as you threw your head back in pleasure, spurring the two boys on. You thread your fingers through each of their heads as you grind your pussy against their tongues for more friction. The two boys moan at that, their cocks painfully hard and leaking with precum.

It didn't take long until you've reached your orgasm, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Hyunjin and Jisung help you ride out your high, lapping up all of your juices.

By the time it was over, all three of your were catching your breaths, too fucked out to even say something. "Come here, you two." You say suddenly, breaking the silence. Jisung goes to you first and you reward him with a kiss, your lips molding with yours. You moan as you taste your essence off of him but you didn't pay any mind to that. Your focus now was two reward the two boys for doing such a good job. "You're turn, pup." You say as you break the kiss, now turning your focus on Hyunjin.

Hyunjin's lips felt different on yours compared to Jisung. Hyunjin's lips felt softer and delicate while Jisung's felt more firm which is why you love making out with him. With Hyunjin, you always prefer to go softer and more gentler, serving as a refresher, like a peace of mind after a scene like this.

Jisung was the spark that lit up your flame while Hyunjin was the wind that made the flames grow, and with that said, you love the two boys no matter what.

"I think it's time for your rewards, don't you think?" You tell them and you can't help but giggle at their now excited faces because finally, finally, they'd be able to cum.

Sharing is something Hyunjin isn't always accustomed to, and neither is Jisung.

But maybe, just maybe, they might just start sharing more often now, just for you.

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[eggielix]

you breed them ㋡

[3:16] now playing: back door - stray kids

[a/n] to clarify: reader is afab using fake cum from a strapon! I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope y’all enjoy it <3

requested 💟

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—chan ✩

it was a surprise. you had borrowed his laptop and found his porn stash. it wasn’t much, just the videos he really enjoyed, and one of them was titled baby boy gets filled with mommy’s cum <3. you just knew you had to try with him. chris has been needing a bigger dildo anyway and he loves when you have a trick or two up your sleeve. so the next time you pegged him, you waited until his chest was heaving from his orgasm to at look him beneath you with evil written all over your face. “my turn,” you lean in and whisper into his ear before releasing the pearly liquid inside him. chan gasps, his body tensing as he’s filled up until suddenly another round of cum spurts from his tip, joining the puddles that were already on his abdomen. “oh my god,” he pants after finally coming back to reality. “you should do that more often.”

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—minho ✩

surprise, surprise. minho’s being a brat. you’d dragged him into a random public bathroom and locked the door, then pushed him against the sinks. he laughed at you as he watched you unzip and pull down his jeans through the mirror. “it was that easy?” you spanked him and pulled down your own pants to reveal the strapon you were already wearing. “you’re gonna wish it wasn’t. now keep quiet and look at yourself.” minho rolled his eyes at what he thought was an empty threat. this is exactly what he wanted—how is he gonna regret it? little did he know that the dildo was filled with fake semen waiting for your click on the remote, and about 2 minutes in to you pounding him, you let him have it. minho’s girlish moan breaks off into a gasp when he feels the liquid inside him, now suddenly shy. “what’s the matter, slut? I thought you wanted it.” you taunt him and fill him up with more liquid. it’s now dripping and spilling onto the floor, along with minho’s tears that occasionally splash on the sink. he feels so embarrassed, but this is what he wanted; for you to fuck him and let everyone know that he belonged to you. the breeding was the icing on the cake.

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—changbin ✩

you were putting those muscles of his to test by making him ride you. you watched as his thigh muscles tighten everytime he lifted himself up from your strap, occasionally grabbing onto them and giving them a squeeze. but you were also testing his restraint by making him edge himself until he had your permission to cum. “that’s it, baby, keep going. make mommy breed you.” changbin keeps riding you, occasionally pumping his cock and letting out frustrated groans when he has to stop or slow down his movements. your encouragement is what keeps him going—and the thought of being bred. “mommy’s cumming now,” you tell him, and he bounces on your cock faster, making skin slapping noises echo throughout the room. changbin whines when he feels it hit his walls and sees it leak down the dildo onto your straps. “so pretty,” you coo, then grab his cock so he could cum too.

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—hyunjin ✩

“fuckkk,” hyunjin cursed. he was close. you could tell by the way his hands balled into tight fists in the cuffs and his moans broke into whimpers. “sounds like you’re ready to be bred,” you chuckle. he whines at your teasing, and pushes back on your strap, impatiently. you spank his ass, “fuck yourself then.” instantly, he starts rocking his hips back into you to chase his orgasm, his moans increasing in volume. “please,” he whines, “fill me with your cum.” you laugh again and spread his ass, “as you wish, darling.” hyunjin peers over to watch you the best he can through his disheveled black hair, whimpering when he feels cum spill out of his hole. “you made a mess, hyunjin. be a good boy and clean it up now.”

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—jisung ✩

it was so filthy. the sound of lube squelching everytime he bottoms out the monster dildo, the sound of his asshole gaping when it reached the tip. not only did han hear it, but he had to see it. he watched you jab the dildo in his ass from beneath him, your hands firmly on his hips as you lifted him up and down; the bulge forming in his tummy. he felt so small, so fragile, and so completely helpless. his mouth could barely form words at his orgasm approached, and it was the perfect opportunity for you to take advantage of the fake cum dispenser. as soon as he felt the warm liquid fill his insides, his voice broke into a gasp that ends on a long moan as his own cum shoots out onto his stomach.

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—felix ✩

the little bells on his cat ears clinked and jingled with every thrust. felix’s arm buried in the sleeve of his pink sweater, his blonde hair tussled in different directions. “my poor kitty is so needy,” you say after he pushes his hips back to meet yours. “please,” felix whines, “please fill me up. I wanna hold your kittens, please!” he nearly screams, tears spilling onto his sleeve. “you want my kittens, baby? okay, love, I’ll give you kittens.” and with a push of a button, cum is squirted inside of him. felix whimpers as the thick liquid covers his walls and spills out of his hole, his own cum followed afterwards.

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—seungmin ✩

your puppy was in heat. constantly touching himself and humping everything, including you. obviously, his only cure was for you fuck him and stretch him out, and it was also the perfect opportunity to try out something he’d recently brought up. by now, seungmin had came three times. puddles of semen had collected underneath him on the floor. his thighs were shaking from the overstimulation, on the brink of collapsing every time you teasingly entered him only to pull out. “good puppy, taking me so well. I’m gonna give you my knot.” seungmin moans and his thighs shake once more. you continue to thrust into him, picking up the pace until his legs give out and he chokes on his moans then give him your cum. you make sure the strap is as deep as it can go, making him clench around the toy momentarily before relaxing and spilling cum from his hole. “mm, so full. I want more.” you were in for a long night.

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—jeongin ✩

“you’re mine,” you growled in his ear. he was spending too much time with his boys, and not enough time with you. even at home he was yelling and hollering at them over his mic. how is that fair? “I’m sorry,” jeongin cries, his eyes fully filled to the brim with tears that rapidly spilled down his red cheeks. you’re fucking him so fast, he couldn’t stop the moans and sobs from flowing out of his mouth, especially when he could see the anger in your eyes while he laid on his back. “sorry isn’t enough, I need to breed you so you know who owns you.” more tears stream down jeongin’s face, his mouth getting dry from his jaw being slack. “breed me, mommy. I won’t forget if you breed me, I promise.” you push your hips inside as far as you can—balls deep—and jeongin yelps, “I know you won’t, baby,” then fake cum is released in his ass. he’s overstimulated, and his hips fly up and his dick twitches out his orgasm. cum now drips onto his stomach and out of his ass. “there, now you’ll always be mine.”

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#♥︎ eggielix rec

[eggielix]

making lino kneel in front of you and telling him to show his teeth

and he's all like "my.... sorry?"

so you repeat the question and when he shyly opens his mouth and bares his teeth you grab his jaw and tell him to smile and when he does with brows furrowed in confusion you smile at him "oh my what a pretty grin" and he gets embarrassed heehee but if he tries to shy away you yank him back and start prodding at his mouth, tracing your fingers over his pretty plump lips and he opens his mouth more almost as if he wants to take your fingers in his mouth 🤭🤭

so when you make him part his mouth even more you trace his bottom teeth with your pointer finger and watch in amusement as his eyes flutter and his gaze gets more and more confused as to what you're doing🤭🤭

however the further and longer you drag this out the more impatient he gets, opting to just lick at your fingers and trying to take them in his mouth, sucking on them and coating them in his saliva🤭🤭 kitty defiance!!!

maybe you can just fingerfuck his mouth as he slowly grows dazed at the feeling of you pressing down on his tongue, poor kitty getting desperate wanting you to fingerfuck his ass already🥰

wtf is wrong w me

telling lino to show you his teeth…his cute lil bunny front teeth that peek out from behind his lips…sobbing

it’s hard for minho to think of smth smart to say when you’ve caught him so off guard w a request like that! the bewildered, curious look in his eyes would be so so endearing as he cautiously does what you ask of him <33 and making him smile for you as you hold his jaw firmly in place PLEASEE 💔 he knows how irresistible his smile is but when you’re watching him so intently from above he can’t help the way his ears start to burn up n tracing your finger along the sharp corners of his lips would only make things worse hehe

kitty defiance!! the thought of him leaning forward almost without thinking to fully take your fingers into his mouth or darting his tongue out to lick them bc he’s become so impatient…so cute 💓 esp if his mouth curves into a lil pout as you slide your fingers in and out

[eggielix]

It’s Cold Out (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader

Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut (Fluff at the end) | Roomies to Lovers

Warnings: curvy MC, swearing, pet names, possessiveness, good ol’ rut driven intercourse, intercrural sex, unprotected penetration [F. Rec], oral [F.Rec], lots of praising (LOTS), impregnation kink kind of, copious amount of fluids, knotting.

Word Count: 7474 | AO3

Summary: Your roommate had been acting weird lately, weirder than usual. It was because of his condition, you thought, and in a way, you had been right, just not in the way you had expected.

Author’s note: Happy Halloween month to all of us! If there’s a God up there, only she can judge me for this.

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#♥︎ eggielix rec