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listentothisyoooh · 2 years
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I love your fics will you be making a third AO3 fic of Chan finding a mate please đŸ„ș
I would love to! It would be nice to hear more of your thoughts on it tho <3
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[NSFW] Late Nights with Stray Kids; Chanàż
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"Hmf, I really should be working right now;" Chan huffed out, once again leaning forward and detaching his shoulders from the back of the comfortable black couch in his studio. "Like, really."
His sparkling eyes sewed up to your linear ones, his free left arm coiling behind your waist; the leather under him squeaked as he moved on the couch. The dim silver light flying down from the LED lamps worked into the ceiling settled for giving only a rather shadowy sight of anything in that room.
"There's a whole folder of songs I gotta finish..." He whispered, voice raspy and quiet as if somebody could hear, even though it would've impossible for anyone else to be on that floor that late into the night. The cramp of his right forearm was too insufficient to make him even consider stopping its movement.
"Please don't stop..." You whimpered, "Don't stop now..." One hand pressing unto his shoulder, the other grasped at his orange roots at the back of his head, and you tried to keep your head and eyes clear enough to stare at him; he only smiled.
"I won't stop baby;" He brought his face closer, letting your noses touch, "Not until you ask me to." There was already a layer of milky, dried fluid at the base of his index and middle finger, which kept digging into you, over and over again, fast and precise.
Having received his assurance, you huffed and allowed the held-back moan to spill out unto his lips, pushing your hips forward into the penetration of his fingers. His left hand behind you crumpled the lifted hem of your large, white tee in response to your dirty noises, and you felt the firm touch pull you closer against him as you were seated on his lap.
There was some sort desperation in his gaze, completed by the knot of his brows; he wouldn't let any of your expressions go amiss as his digits drove into your used walls for the millionth time that late evening. He could see the prominent bulge of your nipples, ones he had thoroughly loved away only a few minutes ago, seeking attention from under your shirt, but now, after having you cum on his fingers for God knows how many times, he just wanted to drink up the face of the overestimulation from over you.
"Good?" He asked, witnessing your eyes squeeze shut, inner thighs pressing firmly against his from the side. He knew exactly where to massage and poke and intentionally ignore to get you all wobbly and teary-eyed on top of him.
"Mm-mhm..." You managed to hum, looking down at him with an agape mouth, face scrunched in pleasure when the tips of his fingers began rubbing that lovely spot again, "Faster,..." You huffed, gripping at the shoulder of his hoodie, "Right there, faster..."
Catching the tremble of your thighs against his own, he inhaled silently and stroked your waist from behind, doing exactly as you had told him to, which made you sob his name. Your skirt danced around you as you wiggled on his lap, the sharp electricity of an upcoming climax moving you around on its own.
"Are you cumming?" He knew that well enough already, he could feel how quickly you kept clenching, but watching you nod in absolute pleasure was his absolute pleasure; moving his digits horribly fast, he once again received your rather loud cry and welcomed the gush of warm fluid travling down unto his palms.
A/N: other members, coming soon...
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listentothisyoooh · 2 years
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[15:23] [NSFW]
You could feel the tingle spread across your scalp just as it aggravated and softened rhythmically.  The heavy, muscular legs over your shoulders were making you tired already but you were more than thrilled to keep going on and on, considering just how beautifully satisfying those moans and whimpers were to your ears.
"Cumming, cumming, cum..." The words dried up in Minho's mouth once again as you bobbed your head back and left his sensitive member with no warmth or touch whatsoever, letting his nerves cool; he didn't seem too happy with the loss, mewling and finally opening his eyes to look down at you with the thick gloss in his linear eyes.
"What?" You asked with a weak smirk, "What's with that face, hun?"
"Enough already..." He panted, frowns decorating his brows, "I'm tired." Considering the firm clasp he had around you, it was hard to believe he'd actually be tired; edging was his weakness, you both know it, and an hour was definitely not enough for him, despite his objection.
"You wanna be bad now, Min?" You looked up at him with a scowl, watching his irises switch between yours, scanning your expression wholeheartedly. With your arms wrapped under and around his thighs to lift them, you could easily stroke his honey skin and even grip at his hips if he was too wiggly.
By the silence and the pause in his nags, you could tell that he was no longer in the mood for being bratty; he wanted one thing now -your mouth on him again.
When your throat soon encased his aching, throbbing cock once more, his high-pitched cries began and even Hyunjin's presence outside the dorm room couldn't quiet him down; you wanted nothing else but to keep watching his bare, shaking body bend over your head and for his hands to claw at anything on and around you to fight back his screaming orgasm.
"I can't hold it in anymore--I swear I can't!" Minho gasped loudly, the bed creaking beneath the jolts of his seated figure, "I'm gonna cum--please, I'm gonna..." Hips pushing inadvertently into your busy mouth, he sobbed; he didn't wanna break a rule or give in this quickly, but by the way your lips locked around him even tighter, he assumed that's what you want, and it was no longer in his control to choose.
Head banging at the headboard, Minho cried out your name, both his hands pushing your mouth further down on his spurting cock; thighs now wrapped around your head, he panted into the silence of the almost empty house.
"That was quick!" You popped away from his softening member and his hold, smirking up at him through the taste of cum in your mouth. His head was leaning back at the headboard with shut eyes and you could only imagine his fucked-out expression.
"..." His strained voice came out as a mumble, too breathy for your mind to comprehend; caressing his heavy thighs, you scanned his heaving chest and overall exhausted state and smiled.
"What was that?" He slowly looked back down on you, hands letting go of your head and falling on the bedsheets, his pleased yet tired face making you feel triumphant.
"Let's go again tonight." He suggested -tempted, staring down at you with a blank face he knew you found daring; biting your tongue, you pressed a gentle kiss on his base and smiled up at him, lip between your teeth.
"Whatever you want, bunbun." You cooed, making his legs move in silent appreciation, "I know you'll do better."
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listentothisyoooh · 3 years
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The Jaws of an Offering [SCB]
A/N: this was supposed to be a short piece about an idea I had but since it's about my husband, it turned out horribly long (minors dni - smut ahead).
A/N: in this piece, "Mistress" is only intended as an old timey term for "Miss", which Bin uses as some sort of polite addressing; it pays no attribute to the sub/dom dynamics.
Summary: Changbin, a werewolf you've been acquainted with, comes to your cottage once again, bruised and bloody, on the verge of passing out, and you use your powers and knowledge to help heal his wound; he feels extremely grateful, and you wouldn't dream of turning down his appreciation.
Warnings: Werewolf Changbin, witch f reader, light sub/dom dynamics, service top Changbin, light dom f reader, depictions of violence and injuries, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampies, slight overestimulation, nicknames (pup, dummy, dumdum).
Word count: 7.9k (whew I lost all sense of control .-.)
There it was; the two lines of a spell you have been damaging your tired eyes to find in the large, ancient book lain upon your small desk underneath the tremble of the lazy candlelight. It was hard to believe that it was finally right at your sight, since you've been rummaging through your own knowledge and your books' for more than two hours now, but reading it over and over, reciting it and deciphering its scribbles and illustrations, you came to the conclusion that this was it: a short little spell that could, to put it simply, create a small gap in the magic that has created a supernatural creature and allow you to use your basic incantations to treat it as equally as you would a natural, ordinary animal or person -this was the only way with which you could help the beast that had once more come to you for aid, and survival.
Sighing in relief, you lay back against the whining chair and thanked the stars that the torture on your eyes was over at last, considering the fact that there were seven more rather thick books left on your desk and over the corner of your bedroom on the drawer, books you suspected would help in such a situation; the healing spells and hexes you knew of, or were more frequently used on a daily basis, were all ways to manipulate nature, at its purest and simplest figures like plants, animals and humans, but doubtful that they'd work on something that was already brimming with magic, namely, a werewolf. Having found a way to manage this crisis was good news -one you wanted to inform Changbin of quickly.
The feet of your sturdy, mahogany seat squealed against the worn out oaken floor as you pushed away from the small, cluttered desk and got off of it, grabbing the book just as it was to avoid losing the page. You left the candle burning right under the window behind the table and strode across the tight room towards the open exit, the undying magical flames in the fire pit standing tall in a corner near your bed waving goodbye. Aside from the book in your grasp, you also had to grab the middle of your skirt as well, if you were to avoid stumbling over its hem which dragged on the squeaking floor right before your feet.
Assuming the man -the creature you had left to rest was in the same spot you had prepared for him, your eyes instinctively turned to the left, towards the lonely couch in the middle of the small hall, right when you rushed out of the bedroom, but to your surprise, it was vacant, safe for the thick, brown, wool duvet spread messily over it. Freezing into your next step, you only then noticed the big bump piled right in front of the raging fireplace at an unsafe distance; recognizing those curled feet you've only recently cleaned with a damp rag wasn't hard and besides, nobody else had paid you a visit for the past week -nobody except this clumsy werewolf. You wondered why he had relocated himself in his condition and without asking for your help.
"Hey dummy!" You called out gently, having found a spot above his figure which was coiled into itself, his hands wrapped around his top half. You could see his shoulders shivering right under the thin sheen of sweat, and his plump, chapped lips were slightly parted, as if the breath he needed was too reluctant to just climb into his puffy nose.
Having heard the smooth of your voice, the man fluttered his eyes open. The tremble of his body worsened, now that he was awake and obviously in need of more heat, as well as care; the sheets which concealed his otherwise bare middle waved when he moved his perky thighs beneath it and with a breathless grunt, his painfully hung neck detached from the bear skin rug spread under his crumpled body, lain on his side.
"Why are you sleeping here? I told you to lie on the couch." You were careful not to unsettle the haze in his eyes with your low tone. Kneeling next to him after gripping up at your skirt, you placed the large open book on the floor near the rug and rested your palms over your covered thighs, watching the man.
"I was cold ." He husked while rolling on his broad back with a little too much wrestle, leading only to more painful hisses. "Your house is really cold, mistress." Sprawling defenselessly in front of  your knees, his voice gave in against each of his words; you wondered how much he had snarled and growled for his cords to have become so ragged.
"It isn't, you're just going through an infection." You assured, sight passing over the scratches above his breast and on his shoulder, trailing the still red and violet bruises on the side of his ribs hiding under him on his back, claw marks decorating his enormous biceps. "I found the spell I needed." You stated with a glance towards your book, and looked back at him to see a response; he only gulped lightly, his left arm wrapped over his abdomen loosening to uncover the nasty wound he had been hiding under his palm, probably to prevent all the blood from ruining your pure white sheets and rug.
The glisten on his golden skin was as distracting as it was worrying; infections were quite rare between werewolves, thanks to their healing properties, but the exception of it all, the one thing that could tear through their supernatural superiority, was another werewolf, just as magical as themselves. Changbin, this, for lack of a better word, man who had become an occasional acquaintance of yours during the year you had moved into this cottage in the middle of a quiet forest, had once again come to you seeking your help for yet another matter, just like all the times he had done, but this help was on another level; he had appeared at your doorstep a few hours ago, in his majestic, somewhat huge, grey wolf form, bloody and limping, and had managed to drain the life out of you by his horrible state.
"For the love of whatever's holy," you muttered, frowning, slowly removing his hand from over the crimson, grinning wound, watching his muscles twist in the discomfort of his flesh and torn skin being exposed, "what have you done to yourself, you dummy?" Shaking your head with disapproval, you marveled and once again scanned the rip, all the blood you had cleaned up at the beginning of your meeting now sullying his side and stomach once more, thin streams of it trickling their way down unto his back and the white rug.
"You should've seen the other one!" He tried to scoff with pride but the weariness of combat silenced him very soon, eyes glued to the thick boards underneath the gable roof while you inspected the condition of his injury without an ounce of touch to avoid bringing him more pain.
"Did he--or she, it... die?" You asked quietly, averting your eyes to lock with his, looking down at him, "You're on the verge!" Switching glances between his face and the wide wound, you raised your brow, "I can only imagine what came of the other!"
"He will," Changbin breathed, stern, avoiding your stare, "unless he finds God on his path and begs him for mercy, cause I didn't show him any." There was a distant chill in his voice, quite uncharacteristic for a creature with such a warm-blooded nature, but this was probably why all the people in the village, and probably the whole world knew not to set off a wolf, or even get close to one for that matter -the memory of all the blood and the brown hairs and the thin strips of flesh in and around his mouth and between his fangs, which you had to clean up while he was unconscious with fatigue, were enough proof of what he was claiming; a fight between two werewolves, especially one this bloody, could not have been a pretty sight.
"Why did you fight, anyway?" You couldn't help the curiosity; this whole matter seemed quite odd. Even with the little amount of knowledge you had about this character, you knew that he had a pack -a mighty one, too, since no other hoard seemed to tread this forest as far as you could tell- so it was surprising to see him take on an outsider all alone, when he could've easily asked his mates to teach him a lesson about territories. Grabbing the book to lay it on your lap, you glanced at him to watch his lips form around an answer.
"To protect someone." Was all that he rasped, no matter how many seconds you waited for more information. With his eyes sliding towards the fire, which danced for his warmth and comfort, you chose to drop the subject and get to the more pressing matter at hand: the weeping wound begging for care.
"Okay, dumdum," You called out after having read the lines of incantation a few times to make sure you'll get all the words right and smooth, "normally, I'd put a hex on you to get you unconscious before the healing spell cause it's an extremely painful process, but..." Looking down at his injured flesh on the ride side of his abdomen, you stared at him again apologetically, "the lifting spell only gives me time for one incantation afterwards, which means you have to go through the repair completely aware of what's being done." Your hand gently rested on his bicep on its own, as if trying to sooth him already, "It that alright with you?"
"Do I have a choice?" He chuckled, attempting a brave, careless facade, but you could read into the bob of his Adam's apple; it made you feel worse to see him smile, but, as he was kind enough to mention, there was no other option, if you were to save his life from bleeding to death or being taken over by the infection.   
"Will you be able to hold still or should I straddle you?" A sudden glint passed his tired eyes, the occasional tremble of his body stopping fully, and he scanned your face for a short time, his bloodied hand previously covering his injury wiggling in place on his bellybutton.
"Can't you just use a spell or something to hold me down?" It was hard to tell, draped in the poor lighting of the fire, whether it was anxiety or pain shaking his irises, but there was something; searching your expression for an answer, he finally read one on your light smile, "Right... 'Nothing short of black magic works on a magical creature'" Repeating your words from earlier that day, when you were sitting beside him on the couch to clean the blood off of him, he pressed his lids down in contemplation and sighed, putting on a frown to imply his rather unwilling cooperation. "I thought mistress was a witch -isn't black magic what witches do?" Groaning in displeasure, he moved around slightly, hissing and panting into the mix of pain and being lightheaded.
"I am a witch." Rolling the flounce of your white sleeves up to your elbows, you stared at the page displayed for you on the floor, "Not all witches work with black magic;" You looked at him blankly, right hand flying up to the first and second button of your white shirt, the ruffle around your neck leaning aside and exposing your neck and below when you undid the buttons, "it takes just as much as it gives -and just as fiercely." Revealing the old mark right under your left collarbone, you watched the man's eyes size it up with surprise; it wasn't an ugly scar, only like a splash of hellishly black ash on your skin, as if darkness trying to find its way down to your heart, but it was rather vast, a result of practicing black magic back when you had first found enough ambition to put away your day-to-day hexes and spells and deal with powers beyond your control or experience.
Changbin said nothing, his gaze still set on your scar, so you took advantage of his trance and noticing just how pale he was growing, you crawled even closer to his lying figure; thanks to the many creases of your long, burgundy, cotton skirt, you managed to swing your right leg over the wrinkles of the sheets wrapped around his middle down to his knees and settle on the highest point of his cushion-like thighs, knees pushed into the soft white fur on the floor on either side of his hips.
"Think happy thoughts." Your stern eyes sat on his yellow ones for a few seconds to signal him to prepare for what was going to happen next. The deep, dark red wound tattooed over his abdomen by the needle of a strange werewolf's sharp teeth gazed at you until both of your hands covered it lightly, a hiss rising in the still air despite your ghostly touch.
With eyes now swaying over the incantations written on the decaying page of the book on the floor, you began muttering the words one by one and when your chant found a smooth flow, you went back to concentrating on the injury beneath your hand and shut your lids, feeling the familiar, lightweight surge of energy dripping off of your palms and into the man's wound; it felt like the spell was working, judging by the magic poking at your intuition, so you deemed it appropriate to begin the next, much more difficult step: uttering the three ancient words of a healing spell you had become skilled in casting.
The instant your first chant completed, Changbin's body tensed and he whipped his head back into the rug, groaning; watching him through one cracked lid, you started the rhythm of your incantation and then came the part where you dreaded -the creature beneath you jolted in pain and shouted, hoarse and almost bestial, the veins embedded in his thick neck jumping to the surface to yell as well. He thrashed around while the grip of his iron fist held on to your clothed thighs and occasionally to the fur sprawled under him; the movement of his body, along with the kick of his legs caused you to wave on top of him -how did you ever think your weight was enough to hold down a werewolf in torture?
With the repetition of the healing spell in your mouth, there was no vacancy left in order for you to say anything else, such as soothing words or orders for the man to simmer down. All you could do was to concentrate all of your energy on the task at hand, no matter the snarls and growls and frankly much-too-loud shouts Changbin let loose in the otherwise silent space of the hall of your cottage. The sounds of your chants and the man's furious grumbles soared higher together; you could only imagine his pained face as he had pushed it back out of your sight, head tossed back and randomly banging against the floor during his violent jerks.
Finally, you felt the rush of energy at your palm die down, a sign that said no change was happening anymore, despite your constant uttering of the spell, so freezing mid-word, you slowly removed your hand from over the wound which was now entirely erased from the werewolf's glistening skin, only dried traces of blood left where it should've been. The angry ocean beneath you stilled gradually and as you marveled the sight of your well-done job, pants replaced the horrible, canine snarls and growls, Changbin's pulsing veins retreating back into the depths of his neck while he himself lowered his chin back unto his collarbone to lock eyes with you.
"It--" His voice cracked, lids flying lazily down and then up again, "Is it done?" If possible, his voice had become even deeper, probably the leftovers of his alternate shape threatening to take control in the midst of all the searing pain, out of instinct. He looked beaten and tired, even worse then when he had first come to you; a dissatisfied scowl sat on his face, sweat glazing his golden skin in the firelight, the lips he had doubtless bitten and pursed here and there as red as the flesh you had bound seconds ago, parted to give way to the torn, heavy huffs spilling out.
"Done." You motioned towards the now source-less mess of red on the right side of his stomach, watching his eyes follow the gesture, and he plopped his head down in relief upon finding no trace of the wound that was eating into him with pain and fester only seconds before.
Lifting your blood-stained hands in the air to avoid tainting the sheets, you looked at the man who had his eyes shut, lying limp under you with a heaving chest; he had become pale, probably out of the enormous level of pain he'd went through, and the sight of his constantly bobbing throat didn't exactly seem fine to you. Worried that you might have done something wrong in the process, you called out and leaned forward, clasping your right palm on his cheek to make him slip back into reality through the touch -he gasped, right when you froze on top of him. There was a strong poke against your belly which was now glued to the man's front as you leaned over him, and with your hand still on his cheek, the realization sank in, making you grin slowly.
"I didn't know dumdum liked pain!" You teased, watching Changbin whine in annoyance, his eyes still closed. Looking down at your skirt, you could clearly see the bulge covered by it over his groin. You wished you could stop grinning, but this situation was just too funny and the more you could embarrass this werewolf, the more fun you'd have.
"I don't!" His voice was quite high now, compared to how he sounded normally; his eyes reluctantly fluttered open to look up into yours, thin shiny lines decorating his lower lids. Much to your surprise, he began nuzzling his cheek into your palm which had been cupping his face all along, your other arm pillared near his bicep on the floor.
You swore -you swore that you could hear something coiling out of his throat, something like a whine, weak and shuddering; mesmerized by the sudden change in this creature's behavior, your hand began stroking up and down against the mind-numbingly soft skin of his cheek and he absolutely adored the new motion, his lids fluttering like butterflies, gaze set on you -you could feel how slowly his palms were creeping up unto your thighs.
"You are always kind to me, mistress," The honey of his tone rang in between the occasional crackle of burning wood near the two of you, "I'd like to repay you, if I can." He was being oddly polite, which somehow fitted the calm yet anticipating state of his expression, and you found yourself gulping at the sight underneath you, the faint traces of blood on your hand having left a mark on his cheek.
"Repay me how, pup?" He hated that nickname, he much rather be referred to as dumdum, and you knew that, but this time, right beneath your smile, he said nothing -showed nothing, too busy rubbing his cheek against your palm and nudging at the fabric of your skirt.
"With..." Changbin didn't know how to say what he wanted to without melting into lava, "With me." He muttered simply, mouth sneaking under your palm to press a kiss unto it whilst keeping the tangle of your eyes intact. "It's a lot less than you deserve, but,..." momentarily shutting his eyes into a passionate, long kiss on your hand, he stared back up at your searching irises, "I'll make it worth your time."
Was this really happening? Was... Changbin actually suggesting what you thought he was? It was hard to believe such an encounter could take this strong of a turn, but here you were, boring holes into each other's eyes and waiting for someone to talk first.
There were no reasons for you to turn down this offer, really; you found this creature obviously attractive, with all of his clumsiness and warmblooded ardor, no matter how much of a nuisance he could be sometimes, bringing his troubles and injuries to you, but this deep in the forest, you didn't exactly have much choice of companion! Plus, one can only get so much carnal entertainment, living the quiet life of a solitary witch in the middle of the woods -so, drawing on your attraction, his availability and the shameless darkness of this remote corner of the world, you let the positive response wash over your own mind.
"Are you sure this is out of gratitude and not you being far too needy to leave without anything on the side?" You teased, retreating back into your straight position and leaving his cheek cold without touch. He gulped at the new distance and the question which had him frowning.
"It's only for you!" He rushed the words, realizing how out of breath he was, and sat up over his elbows rather slowly, for the bruises and scratches you hadn't mended were still enough to pump him full of discomfort and pain whenever he moved, "Mistress, all I want is to..." Pursing his lips, he blinked rapidly, looking into your eyes through a certain glimmer, unsure what to say next.
"To...?" You encouraged him to continue, a smile throned over your lips. His reactions were sudden and obvious, and he seemed so, so vulnerable, spread under you and ready to gift something that brazen looking this sweet.
He only clenched his jaw in response, and not without a reason; having taken the liberty to further tease and bother him, you had placed both of your hands over his abdomen, your warmth mingling with his searing hot skin, and slow but smooth, you inched them downwards, letting them pull back the crumple of white sheets that were distended above his bulge. As if watching an artifact being revealed, both of you allowed your gazes to trail down to where your hands were busy, and when he was finally exposed to your eyes, you choked silently, following the lines and edges of his swelling member through wondering eyes.
"Dear God-- I said happy thoughts, you dummy!" Your surprised scoff flew out on its own, view switching between his length left on his abs and his wide, embarrassed eyes, "What got you this way?!" Curious, you stared at him, clutch still fastened on the sheets you were pressing back into your skirt.
"I..." He began, the embarrassed bobbing of his throat much more visible now that he was propped up on his elbows, "I don't like pain or... being hurt, or in need -probably no one does..." His voice dropped into a muttering, "But... erm... Mistress... She always takes the pain away-- she always... gets rid of the need and..." He never imagined spending that much time in his lupine shape would mess up his vocabulary, his ability to speak well and clear, but he felt incompetent now, the back of his neck sizzling with shame under your waiting, assessing gaze, "I was just thinking about... you when you said happy thoughts... and..." His sharp fang got hold of the inside of his cheek while his eyes wordfully slipped down unto his groin, as if signaling that you know the rest of the story, and then he looked back up, his agape mouth highlighted by a set of plump lips. You were at a loss for words, for at least a few seconds.
"Is that why you were snarling and shouting!? Because I was on your mind?" Having found your composure again, you chuckled, watching him sigh in defeat; normally he wouldn't allow you to get under his skin this easily -he'd start shouting and causing a scene, but he was much more tamed now, and you were curious whether he was always like this when need came to him.
Experimentally, you lifted your dominant hand off the sheets it was holding and relocated it over the man's length, pressing it down unto his stomach and starting a slow motion of strokes on top of it. He gasped, brows tangling right at the center of their distance, but he dared not look away from your gaze, dropping down unto his back.
"What else did you think about, pup, when I was binding the wound?" Watching your lips move, he gulped and let his mouth stay ajar, silent gasps spilling out each time your fingers brushed against his inflating, hardening tip.
"Why do you ask?" His words were stiff, just like his breath, and you could feel his legs move underneath you, showing how impatient he already was; you smiled.
"Why don't you just tell?" You whispered, catching the reflection of the firelight dancing in his glossy eyes; the dark half of his face was shrouded, more and less, from your view, but the side facing the fireplace showed nothing but desperation -you really were bugging him!
"I thought about..." He gulped, rummaging through his mind to find the right words in between his intellect which was being toyed with by the gentle massage of your hand on his satisfied member, "about you... how you washed the mud off of me in the river when... we first met, when you scratched my tail..." Depth had returned to his now quivering voice, and he gulped again, his eyes eating up short glances from his tip occasionally peeking out from between your fingers as you pulled your hand back on top of it, "and I thought about that story you told me once... when I interrupted your lunch in your garden..."
Immersed in his words, you let your hands do as they pleased, staring at the man and eventually wrapping your fingers around his length, pumping and tracing his veins rather firmly. He bit his lower lip at every new motion and it only meant you should go on, as you did, without him doing anything to object. There was a certain sensation between your spread thighs, tingling right at your core, and you knew it well enough.
"I... mhm, I thought about that time when mistress--" He cut himself off with a short moan at the jerk of your hand, the grip of his fingers going tougher on your thighs over the long skirt, "when mistress made all the flowers glow and how pretty the... ah, ehm, the forest looked..." He threw his head back in sensitivity, pursing his lips to avoid more noises from showing off just when both of your hands began screwing around his rock-hard cock in opposite directions, inviting your eyes to trail all over his heaving, broad chest and thick neck. You felt yourself clench at the throbbing of his length in between your palms and you were no longer in the mood for smiling or teasing, having succumbed to a distant, dim call inside your head to take exactly what this creature was giving you.
"What else?" You asked absentmindedly, the movement of your hands coming to a halt; looking down at him now, him and his weeping cock, what else could your body demand but to have him all to yourself, and drawing on that, your thighs worked on their own accord, dragging forward over the rug to place you somewhere more desirable, namely right above his groin. Freeing the hem of your skirt from under your weight, you held up on your knees; just when Changbin returned his head to a comfortable position to seek the reason of your commotion, his eyes landed on your looming figure with an arm behind, another sneaking under your cover and scrabbling for a while -whether due to the lust hazing his mind or the pain of his beaten limbs distracting him, the man was late to realize what you were doing.
"I thought about when I--oh, ah!" Eyes going wide, he felt the tip of his member plunge into a moist warmth and he instantly looked up at your scrunched face, finding you staring down at him with linear eyes and an agape mouth.
He was bigger than you had imagined and for that, he was much more pleasant to swallow up, which you did, very slowly, inch by inch, through hoarse gasps and cut-off moans. Finally getting to sit on top of him, with his jolting girth buried inside, you had enough of recording his content scowl in your head, letting your still eyes flutter shut and a deep exhale to swim out, both hands pressed down on his abdomen for support.
"When you what?" You huffed, licking at your dried lips and trying your best not to let the firmness of his length pushing at your walls drive away your sanity. Looking at him, you could only wonder how his lip wasn't bleeding against the strong bite he had placed on it again -it was fun, watching him literally scramble for words to speak, desperate frown crowning his eyes.
"When I watched mistress bathe in the pond..." He rasped, panting shallowly, balls of saliva swirling down his throat; he had to put pieces of his mind back together in order for his thoughts not to summarize in your clasp at his raging cock, "you were--oh God!"
Your eventual, light grind on top of him shut his mouth fully when you were far enough from the discomfort of the sudden stretch. Listening to his grunts, your hips drew back and forth with care and need, toes curling in your thin, long, white socks each time there was a noticeable drag against your sensitive rim -of course, that wasn't the only thing you were focusing on, thanks to the clarity your sharp brain was collecting.
"You watched me bathe?" You asked low, putting on a lazy smile whilst your brows rose at your forehead, "I didn't know that!" He was trying to process your words, past the suction you offered him through your cunt, but it cost him the clench of your hands on his sides to actually bind to reality.
"I didn't mean to, I just..." He huffed, voice going high out of panic, and slowly rising into a seated position with you on top, he gripped one hand on your thigh and the other one pillared back in the floor, "I was just going over to the pond for water and you..." Clenching his jaw, he stared at your pleased expression, watching your smile deepen, "I didn't mean to look..." His lips parted each time you drove your hips into his cock.
"But you really did," You whispered with a smirk, satisfied with the new piece of information, "didn't you?" Your sly fingers made their way unto your semi-buttoned shirt to get rid of the remaining latches and pull its hem out of the waist of your skirt, "No need to lie to me, Changbin; I'm not mad." Leaning your forehead on his, you tugged the shirt off of your torso and tossed it to the side, allowing your bare top half to sit displayed for the man as you pillared your arms back on his legs to move easier.
"Why aren't you mad, mistress?" The innocent squeal in his tone caught you off-guard, never having expected him to sound so inferior, "I shouldn't have watched -even though I wasn't... me... I wasn't Changbin then..."
"What did you think?" Ignoring his question, you scanned his desperate face, clenching at the gloss in his clouded eyes and his bitten lip, "Do you remember?" Even if he did remember and mamanged to connect his memories from the consciousness of his wolf shape to his human one, you doubted that he could do it now, his nails driving the cotton fabric of your burgundy skirt into your thighs.
"You were playing with the water and..." He stopped to clear his ragged throat, "I... the other me... thought that Changbin would've wanted to be in there next to mistress..." With his gasping mouth drawing closer to you, he finally let the itch in his palms go away by holding your waist, his kiss settling right above your heart on the black scar. "You looked so peaceful and..." Pieces of a not so old memory paraded at the back of his head and he gulped down a sigh, his open-mouthed wet marks winding towards your left breast.
"And what, pup? Don't stop!" You huffed out a chuckle, slowing down the rocking of your hips to soothe the tension in your abdomen, and right then, you felt the fire of his breath over your excited nipple, accompanied by a tight, wet ring locking around it and pulling vigorously; a whimper escaped your throat, just as a pair of fingers began massaging your free bud.
"Why do you insist on hearing me out?!" After a short while, he objected rather frustrated, his lips detaching from your chest so that he could look up at you; the obedient gleam in his narrow, yellow eyes caused you to halt, ready to take it all in while his cock rested inside you entirely.
"It's a part of my payment." You grinned, making him shut his eyes and sigh; you hadn't noticed how heavily you both were panting already and the fire on your right seemed to have subdued into a gentle flame, red coal patiently holding it up on its weak foundation.
In an oddly certain move, the man caught you by surprise when his right arm coiled behind you and his left supported him into a new position, with you now trapped under his bulky, bare body over the soft rug. With no intention of your own, you held on to the back of his neck through the process and when he finally got you down on the floor, he loosened them in order to pull up from your level and look down.
"You looked so peaceful and vulnerable that Changbin couldn't leave before making sure you were done and on your way back home." That was the most tidy sentence you had heard from him in a while, and if he hadn't started thrustung into you slowly right after, you could've appreciated it more. Sneakily, his right hand lifted the hem of the skirt up to your stomach, exposing your bare thighs; he relished the sight of his length driving into your entrance from between your folds, which had been made accessible by you pulling your white, soft underwear aside.
"Is that your excuse for watching me naked? Protection?" Smirking, you swallowed at the moan threatening to spring our of your throat and heard him whine once again, his knotted brows pressing at his linear eyes which were now laced with your gaze.
"No excuse, mistress." He shook his head, lowering himself on top of you, elbows near your shoulders, and grabbed at your right thigh with much devotion, "I'll always protect you as long as your in our territory..." He seemed to have suddenly become shy, quite uncharacteristically too, and hid his face in your neck, his thrusts gentle yet quicker now, "and I'll rip apart a hundred more stray wolves deciding to roam around your house longer than they should." Slowly basking in the realization, you lost control of the way your moans licked at his ear and embraced his shoulder, a grin sitting on your agape lips.
"I appreciate y--mfhm, fuck, there, there!" Your waist rose off the ground as the pound against your sweet spot misled your words and you were no longer willing to just hug his shoulders, clinging to the fair skin of his back with your nails instead. He whined at the sharpness.
"Can I hold you?" Pleading, Changbin breathed into your ear, and the softness in his question almost made your forget how roughly he was dragging at your walls; cords busy with singing moans, you could only nod frantically, legs spreading wider and wider with every slap of skin.
His chest eventually lowered unto yours fully, the gleaming sweat connecting your heartbeats, and with an arm creeping beneath your neck, his other one vined under and around your waist, practically locking you against himself; he smelled like mud and flowers, his pulse dancing right at your lips now that your face had found a hiding spot in his neck, and there was nothing stopping you from biting at the surge to quiet yourself to an extent.
"Close?" You panted into his collarbone, having caught the stutter of his forceful hips and it was no use trying to sound calm when all your body wanted to do was to grasp at his shoulder blades and cry out through every thrust; he was an equal mess, groaning and whining in your ear like in a heat.
"'S okay... I can hold it." He hoped that he actually could, reading through the not so gradual clamp of your walls around his jolting length; he wanted you to come first in anything, food, protection, sleep, and this was no exception -as hard as it was for him to keep his bestial persona at bay, to harness the wolf in the back of his head, but he wanted to be present at the moment with you, knowing how hazy and... maybe rough things would get if he were to pass the wheel to his instincts.
"Just--a little more for me, pup..." You held on to the back of his hickory brown hair and gasped, head tilting back on his forearm, "just a few more seconds--" You panted into a satisfied grin, lips once again attaching to his reddened ear shell, "and I'll be cumming around your cock, Binnie~" He mewled at your words, encouraging a proud chuckle out of you and with that, his pants turned into angry grunts, reshaped into whimpers at the end; he was set on making your legs shake for him and by his amount of vigor, your moans were shaking as well.
With three or four loud cries, you did as promised and bit down on his stiff girth through an intense climax, fingers buried in his disheveled hair and head tossed back to let the euphoria wash over. He was holding you impossibly close throughout each second, not halting even after your breath came out heavy; it was as if marking a task done, and with it, he let go of his calculated thrusts, going hard and sloppy just the way he enjoyed it.
"What do I do?" Shrugging off the content cloud over your mind, you recognized his whine past your own pants and he was so hoarse around each word that your legs shut against his waist in response of the new patch of arousal caused by it.
"What about?" You bit your lip at the overestimulation he was pounding into your core. He whimpered again and nuzzled into your neck, nose rubbing at your vein and hips moving on their own.
"I want..." He cleared his throat, "Can I cum inside?" There was a fake firmness in his tone and it made you even more giddy, thumb running on his ear.
"Since you asked so nicely!" Spreading your closed thighs again, you invited him in and in an instant, you found the arm beneath your waist gone, a new, circular pressure moving on your bead; you gasped and held on to him just as tightly as before.
"With me, too." He panted simply, the burning at the base of his sacrum starting to get to his messy thrusts; he wanted to unload already, picking up the pace of his thumb over your clit to get you to run towards another high right alongside him.
"Too fast--too fast!" You sobbed at the sensitivity of your already used up nerves, "I'm gonna..." Trailing up with a whimper, your back arched up into his embrace, and you could only allow the new climax to do its job, much quicker to approach now, thanks to the first one leaving you raw.
Even as Changbin's hips froze to let him fill you up with a cry, his thumb kept dancing and dancing until you quivered out your high and joined him in breathing sharp and loud; his cock was still throbbing inside you as if trying to give its last drops, and by the time you were drunk with his scent, you finally felt him relax on top of you as your hands began stroking his hair and shoulder on their own.
"Are you sure you're a fierce, scary wolf?" You murmured, voice low and still breathless, joking right at the dip of his collarbone, "You sounded more like a tamed little puppy -whiny... obedient and way too excited about things!" He stirred his legs in response, but made no actual effort to get off of you, the hand previously abusing your clit now caressing your side.
"Mistress was a lot nicer a few minutes ago..." He protested lazily, having regained the depth and rasp of his natural voice. You were astonished by the contrast but still laughed at his remark.
"I'm not being mean, dummy!" You explained, "It was just an observation."
By the breath the man took, you could tell that he wanted to answer but right then, a distant howl sharpened both of your hearings, making you go silent. Then another followed, and soon another, the pack creating their own chilling harmony somewhere far away. You couldn't translate the meaning specifically, but it wasn't that hard to guess that they were looking for Changbin since it was already way past midnight and he had been here for quite a long time.
"Why don't they just come to my door and fetch you?" You asked curiously, frowning with a hand in his hair, "Don't they know you're here?" He stirred again in your embrace but this time, he lifted himself up on his hands, looking at you after some time -he seemed tired, sleepy yet content, face soft and puffy and dim yellow irises shining, and the sight of his beaten skin only then reminded you that he was injured all along, making you regret all the possibly rough scratches on his bruised back.
"We don't trespass into each other's territories." He explained shortly, glancing at the side to find the fireplace almost entirely out; you, on the other hand, were busy with analyzing  something else.
"Oh?" Curiousity dripping off of your wide eyed expression, you scanned him up and down, "Didn't know each member gets to have an individual territory." You mused, "So how far and wide is yours?" He dragged his hands back to sit between your thighs on the rug, lowering your soles on the floor to let your legs rest, all the while avoiding your eyes.
"Just here." You blinked at blinked at his reply.
"You mean... here? As in..." Raising up on your elbows, you tilted your head, "my cottage?" He looked away towards the vases up on the rim of the fireplace, already giving you the most vocal answer by his lip bite, "wait, did you pee on my fences?!" Loud words laden with a offense, his neck snapped at you in panic.
"No no, I didn't!" He rushed out and lifted his hands off of your calves to explain, "The other me, the wolf me... He did!" A few long strands of hair were falling unto his otherwise exposed forehead and he truly looked like a puppy, anxious yet hopeful.
The harsh words of 'What difference does that make?' dried in your mouth when a second string of howls rose, this one closer but still muffled through the night and the trees, making everything irrelevent in your head vanish away; looking at the door across your spot, Changbin licked at his lips in contemplation and stared back down at you who was scanning his expression carefully.
"They're telling me to come." He muttered, right hand stroking your ankle, "I gotta go." He sounded almost apologetic for some reason, and you only nodded in response, spreading your thighs further for him to pull out, which he did reluctantly and slowly, making you hiss at the emptiness which his soft yet still large member could create a good contrast with.
"Don't make that kind of face..." He pleaded just when his tip exited your clasping entrance, "It's already hard to leave..." You hadn't even noticed how your lips had parted and why your brows were tangled in the middle, but he was gazing at your expression all through the process, gently pulling the hem of your skirt down to cover you up even though your chest was still fully bare for his sight. You smiled and said nothing to reply.
"If you felt weird or there was something..." You slowly pushed yourself up on your rear, hand going to the discarded white shirt half a meter away, "I don't know, something out of ordinary going on with you, come see me." You stared at him, putting the shirt on without buttoning it, "The spell was new to me so there may or may not be side effects I don't know of." He was listening carefully, gulping at having you so close to him so casually.
"Is that..." He breathed slowly, "the only reason why I can come over?" The gravity in his yellow eyes pierced right through you, but you snapped out of his fierce gaze fast, smiling at him, and then strayed your eyes to the side and at the fireplace.
"I'm sure your territory needs remarking sometimes," Swaying your hand in a circular gesture pointed at the dying flames, you poured energy into the fire and caused it to burst its illumination and warmth once more, "isn't that right?" Looking back at him, your smile deepened upon seeing him so immersed in your magic like always, but this time he was also taken by your words, making him grin and nod sheepishly, head hanging low for a second out of a juvenile shyness.
In a blink of your eyes, the man in front of you transformed into a big, grey wolf, yellow eyes still locked with yours. Bringing up your hand, he bumped his nose on your palm as a thank you and leaped back from the space between your legs, taking majestic steps over your oak boareded floors towards the door located about two meters behind you; he then lifted up on his feet to twist the knob with his paws and when the door creaked open into the dead of the night, he slipped his body in between the tight gap and used his large head to push it closed again from the outside. Once more, you were left alone after a session of aiding your more and less strange of a companion, but this time, there was something different; this time, you got something in return. This time, he had left you with something of his you could already feel seep out into your underwear, making your fingers find a way to sneak in there and dive into the mess, face already twisting in pleasure and aching for something much bigger than two of your fingers -something else that also belonged to Changbin.
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Stray Kids Headcanons; First Couple Shower àż
A/N: Been inactive for some time... came back with a little headcanon of how the boys would act during their first couple shower (This piece contains explicit content, minors do not interact.)
đŸș - Bangchan;
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‱ Conceals his shyness under a layer of excitement
‱ Doesn’t even remember how the subject came up
‱ All he remembers is you pulling another clean towel out of the drawer
‱ And joining him at the entrance of the bathroom
‱ Has to give himself mental speeches not to look at you as you strip
‱ Busies himself with getting into the shower and adjusting the water temperature
‱ And when you come in, closing the door behind yourself
‱ He actually feels his knees wobble because of the intimacy of the experience
‱ Keeps his eyes on your face
‱ But the moment you have to stick to him to fit under the rush of water
‱ He just can't take it anymore
‱ Hugs you, as if he's ashamed of being so, so aroused by such a simple situation
‱ Giggles shyly when you point out his prying erection against your hip
‱ "Sorry, I'm sorry" his giggles become lighter and lighter,
‱ "I just can't help it-- you, in here, with me, warm and wet and naked" his deep breaths caress your neck
‱ "Would it be alright if I...?" His hands now lightly settle on the sides of your butt
‱ Slowly inches them between your legs when you give him your consent
‱ Holds you closer than he has ever done when you're having a heated moment
‱ Doesn’t let your back touch the cold wall
‱ Looks as if he wants to devour you alive
‱ And by the hungry way he attacks your neck while his skilled fingers massage your clit,
‱ It's quite possible that he just might.
🐰 - Lee Know;
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‱ Flirtatiously suggested you should join him to "save water"
‱ And for a few seconds, actually lost his composure when you agreed
‱ Eyes you up and down when you have your back to him to undress
‱ Literally rips his clothes off to join you inside the tight cube
‱ Back-hugs you under the water as the matte glass door clicks shut upon his entering
‱ Just assumes you're game when you caress his forearms around your waist
‱ Ruts very slowly against your ass and doesn't hold in his hushed moan
‱ When he feels a shaky breath leave your lips,
‱ One of his arms wraps around your breasts;
‱ Fingers rolling a nipple with devotion,
‱ And the other one forces your legs apart
‱ Loves how the water slides down between your bodies,
‱ As his middle finger works lines through your folds.
‱ Plays along when you decide to roll your ass on his groin
‱ Doesn’t even try to be subtle about how he feels, what he thinks, what he wants
‱ "No more solo showers," his breathy chuckle trembles,
‱ "I'm gonna be in here with you every time you need to wash up!"
‱ You can't even tell if he's joking, since his thrusts are much stronger than his regular pattern
‱ Finishes inside
‱ Helps with washing your hair after you're done
‱ Won't admit but actually feels sleepy afterwards, unlike usual
‱ That's why he keeps leaning on you under the waterfall.
đŸ°đŸœ - Changbin;
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‱ Panic, panic, panic
‱ When you suggested to shower with him, literally went still
‱ Couldn't really read through your face and your intentions
‱ And just decided to convince himself that there are no intentions
‱ Turns his back on you so you'd strip comfortably
‱ Will strip when you're finally in the shower
‱ Takes a little time to join in, since he's giving himself a pep talk
‱ Doesn’t look up from the floor and tries to act casual
‱ Which is a mistake cause he sucks at acting
‱ Has no idea where to look when you start washing his hair for him
‱ But as soon as his eyes land on yours, can't look away anymore
‱ Is in love with the way your hair flows down under the water
‱ Starts shivering the moment you distance yourself from him
‱ Has a hand on your waist no matter what
‱ Accidentally catches a glimpse of your ass and accidentally curses out loud
‱ Yells shyly when you notice and laugh at him
‱ Can literally feel the way your nipples trace on his chest as you move around to rinse his hair
‱ By the time you're both finished washing, has the biggest erection
‱ Can't look you in the eye while you laugh at him
‱ "Haish you... can you at least take responsibility?" Tries to look pissed
‱ Cusses loudly again out of panic when you kneel in front of him and palm at his cock
‱ Has never cum so fast in his adult years, while your mouth is on him.
🐭 - Hyunjin;
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‱ Begs you to come with him
‱ For some reason, he'd been so much more touchy that day
‱ So it wasn't that surprising to hear his pleas
‱ The moment you say yes, pumps his fist up and starts stripping even though he's not in the bathroom yet
‱ By the time you get your towel and enter the bathroom, water's already swishing in the cube
‱ Has his back to the door, so when you sneak in, you see his broad shoulders
‱ Notices that you've come in but can't really look at you since shampoo might get in his eyes
‱ Lowers his head for you to wash his hair
‱ Uses the position to wrap his arms around your waist loosely
‱ Giggles when you complain about his height and how your arms are hurting
‱ Keeps unintentionally showing off his great physique
‱ Flexing his biceps, leaning forward with his wide back on display, long, golden hair dripping
‱ Not at all shy to stick to your back when you're rinsing your own hair
‱ Turns you around, slowly...
‱ And catches your lips between his own, right underneath the waterfall
‱ Can't tell anymore whether it's the water that's hot or if it's his own cheeks burning
‱ Hugs your upper body as you let his tongue in your mouth
‱ Has no problem holding you up when you hop and wrap your legs around his waist
‱ Smiles a little too evilly when his erection rubs between your legs
‱ And then you realize why he'd been so touchy that day
‱ Adjusts the water so that its warmth kisses both of you as he's too busy making you cum around his cock for the third time
🐿 - Han;
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‱ Has made a shower playlist for himself
‱ Wants to listen to it but wants you to hear it too
‱ So just casually comes up to you and asks if you wanna take a shower with him
‱ Makes a few dirty jokes and faces about it beforehand
‱ But laughs awkwardly when you start undressing in front of him in the bathroom
‱ Panics when you coldly ask if you undressing is funny to him
‱ Is still stuttering when you both get in the shower
‱ When you finally put away your act, remembers that he hasn't played the playlist
‱ Almost drops his phone while stretching painfully out of the cube to grab it and hit shuffle on the player
‱ You have to remind him that the space is very tight and therefore not suitable for his showman acrobats
‱ Makes you dance with him to a bunch of TWICE songs
‱ It suddenly hits him that you're both fully, fully nude, wet and practically glued to each other in the confined area
‱ His hyperactivity dies down, obviously
‱ And gets fidgety and awkward
‱ Keeps looking away from you, until you decided to brush your palm over his erection
‱ So very uselessly tries not to gasp and grip on your bicep, which is a complete failure
‱ Stares at you with a desperate, aroused look in his eyes
‱ Doesn’t even respond to the way you tease him about getting all worked up
‱ "Can we... do it?" He whispers, trying to be persuasive and hugging you closely
‱ Can't stop looking down at your chest
‱ Smirks triumphantly at your consent and starts a deep make out session
‱ Haphazardly washes himself afterwards just to go to bed quicker
‱ Can't stop thinking about the fact that he's had sex to his sunbaes' songs!
🐣 - Felix;
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‱ Kisses your cheeks sheepishly while back-hugging you with a wide grin
‱ Repeats his request with different tones, smiles and even languages
‱ Acts as dorky as ever, until you agree to his request of showering together even though you had showered a few hours ago
‱ Turns the hot water on in the shower to warm it as you're busy stripping
‱ Covers his eyes with giggles until you're finally in the cube
‱ Joins you seconds after
‱ Keeps fiddling with the water, asking if it's the appropriate temperature
‱ Suggests you both do each other's hair like in the movies
‱ Can't stop laughing and wheezing through it
‱ Too careful not to poke your eyes
‱ Rinses your head and then his own
‱ Kisses your nose while doing so
‱ An absolute master in self control
‱ Actually manages to soap up your entire body without making it feel even slightly sexual
‱ When you start to do it for him, lifts his arms like he's being inspected by airport guards
‱ Makes a comically shocked face when you slap your soapy hands on his bicep to make a loud noise
‱ Not a good choice, cause he'll just start tickling the life out of you
‱ Laughs alongside you, just as loudly
‱ By the time you're both breathless, pulls you under the water to wash off the bubbles
‱ Pushes your hair out of your face to be able to tell you how much he loves you while staring into your eyes with a smile
‱ Kisses the corner of your mouth and gently trails down to your neck
‱ Is more than welcoming when he feels your hips rolling on his thigh
‱ Holds you against his chest, a hand pressing on your sacrum, and tells you to move on his thigh however you please
‱ Can't stop kissing your ear and shoulder.
đŸ¶ - Seungmin;
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‱ Hasn't been this tired for a long time
‱ Just needs to wash this exhausting day of dance practices off of himself,
‱ But can't bring himself to actually stand under water and move around
‱ Hesitates when you suggest to go with him and help
‱ So, so shy
‱ But the thought of having to move muscles is much more unsettling for him
‱ Prepares his and your clean clothes on the bed beforehand
‱ Doesn’t sneak peeks while you undress and doesn't even think of it
‱ Has to be dragged into the shower because of his lazy motions
‱ Not doing his own personal activities is a bother to his mind
‱ But can't concentrate on the bother when you're working your soapy hands on his scalp
‱ Has his eyes closed with peace
‱ Only nods when you tell him what you're gonna do next
‱ Seems like a sleepy 6 year old after a long picnic
‱ Just stands under the waterfall while you do your own share of the tasks
‱ Watches you closely without saying anything
‱ Asks if he can help you with your work
‱ Tells you about the things he's done throughout the day while soaping himself up
‱ Gets sidetracked when his eyes subconsciously follow your hands painting the bubbles across your body
‱ Acts as if nothing has just happened
‱ Smiles down at you as a sign of appreciation for accompanying him
‱ "I'm sorry if I bothered you with this..." keeps mumbling without looking at you
‱ Chuckles shyly when you say that you don't mind if this happened more often from then
‱ Puts a hand on your cheek and pecks your lips sweetly
‱ Helps you with your tasks so he can be in bed faster
‱ Doesn't actually realize it, but sighs in relief when you're finally clothed!
🩊 - I.N;
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‱ His eyes widen to the size of tennis balls when he hears your offer
‱ His chest starts pounding
‱ Knows he's going red
‱ Gulps when you ask him if he's uncomfortable with the idea
‱ Doesn’t wanna turn you down, no matter how anxious and embarrassed he already is
‱ Tells you to go ahead and that he'll catch up
‱ Doesn't understand why his body is being so overdramatic about a shower
‱ Jerks up when you call him from inside the cube
‱ Stands behind the glass door naked, takes a breath and gets in
‱ Goes frozen solid upon seeing you with your soapy hair shaped upwards like horns
‱ Bursts into laughter
‱ Gets busy with playing with your hair and leans down for you to put shampoo on his
‱ Completely forgets the fact that you're both naked
‱ Has you shaped like Santa at some point
‱ Will not stop giggling and laughing
‱ Protests with a whine when you smear bubbles all over his face
‱ Coughs occasionally because of the thick steam
‱ His groin suddenly bumps into your thigh
‱ And goes fully silent after that
‱ Answers to your call like nothing is wrong even though you can see how pale he's gotten
‱ You have to reassure him that it's okay if you two get a little closer
‱ Hesitantly puts one hand behind your back
‱ Stares and waits for you to take a step closer to his spot
‱ Suddenly screeches a laugh, leaning his head unto yours
‱ "I'm sorry--" tries to breathe, "it's just impossible to take you seriously when you look like Seungmin's grandpa with the bubble beard!"
‱ Washes the soap off of your face and hair without actually leaving distance between your bodies
‱ Is very giddy and breathless when he hides his face in your shoulder
‱ "You look really pretty..." whispers as his eyes glue to the wall a little far behind you
‱ Can no longer ignore his thumping heart
‱ Eagerly goes along with your motions when you initiate a deep kiss
‱ Finally sticks himself flush against you.
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Stray Kids Headcanons; Stray Kids as Ateez àż
A/N: has this been done yet?!?!? I just wanted to see who each skz member would be in atz so this came to be! This is just my opinion- would love to hear urs ^^ (I'm practically passing out so this isn't proofread sorry .-.)
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đŸș - Bangchan;
Kim Hongjoong
‱ The mighty leader of seven pieces of treasure
‱ The official dad
‱ The dorky caretaker of his boys
‱ Needs to get some sleep for the love of God
‱ Or at least leave that damn studio and get some vitamin D
‱ Works a little too hard
‱ Is absolutely untameable on stage
‱ Raps dangerously
‱ Can seem like a sex God if he intends to
‱ Is actually very soft, lovable, supportive and sweet
‱ Short
‱ Puts his family above anything
‱ Pulls off weird hair styles
‱ Deserves every ounce of love in this world
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🐰 - Lee Know;
Kang Yeosang
‱ Beautiful
‱ No, ethereal
‱ An actual prince
‱ Behaves elegantly at times
‱ Turns into a savage old man at other times
‱ Tends to go unnoticed by fans at first, for whatever reason
‱ Dances like an actual God
‱ A tsundere
‱ Not very keen on skinship
‱ Loves fans way too much but shows it quite subtly, and in weird ways too
‱ Sweet voice
‱ Not many lines in songs
‱ Tears the stage off if you give him a chance
‱ Also deserves all the love.
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đŸ°đŸœ - Changbin;
Choi Jongho
‱ Buff
‱ Enchanting eyes
‱ Can look a bit intimidating
‱ But is actually the politest, sweetest, most lovable cutie ever.
‱ Voice of an angel
‱ Deliciously built thighs
‱ Tends to get messed around with a lot as a divine punishment for a sin he's never committed!
‱ Has soft, fluffy, messy bedhair in the morning
‱ Dresses quite simply
‱ His giggles are the reason why flowers bloom
‱ Earns respect for his manners and understanding
‱ Way too mature for his age, but also an idiot when the time comes
‱ Give him love and receive his loyalty.
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🐭 - Hyunjin;
Park Seonghwa
‱ The all-too-powerful ace of the team
‱ A weapon of mass destruction on stage
‱ Gets literally possessed by Satan himself while performing
‱ Very, very polite when needed
‱ The type to have his loose sweatpants "accidentally" hang a little too low on his hips to show off his v-line
‱ Flirts with the fans in a very subtle/not subtle way
‱ Knows he's good-looking and does everything in his power to show it off
‱ Works very hard for his goals and his boys
‱ Can be quite reliable and supportive
‱ Not afraid to let his emotions show
‱ Makes sure his boys are alright but does so in a low-key way
‱ Overall, the best companion you could ask for in any given situation.
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🐿 - Han;
Jung Wooyoung
‱ Loud
‱ Loud, loud, loud
‱ Laughs very easily
‱ Is in love with his fans and does his best to be the best they'd ask for
‱ Damn good at what he does
‱ Will own the stage with his charisma
‱ Is the little boy of the team
‱ Happy virus
‱ Makes jokes but judges everyone else's
‱ Too cute for anyone's health
‱ Makes everyone feel included
‱ Doesn't mind showing off at all
‱ Makes his attempts at looking good or sexy seem like they're not at all intentional
‱ Has the cutest bare face
‱ Should own everyone's heart.
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🐣 - Felix;
Jeong Yunho
‱ Cinnamon roll
‱ Beautiful hands
‱ A more beautiful voice
‱ The softest creature to ever walk the earth
‱ Duality
‱ Can seem cold, powerful and ruthless on stage
‱ Dances too well
‱ His smile belongs in the sky right next to all the ethereal constellations
‱ Gets flustered very easily
‱ But can be quite a flirt
‱ Does too many goofy gestures
‱ His eyes shine like the reflection of the cresent moon on the rushing river
‱ Was most definitely born from an angel tear
‱ Makes you believe there is good in this world
‱ Pretty, narrow lips
‱ Tears up if anyone is crying
‱ Pure.
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đŸ¶ - Seungmin;
Song Mingi
‱ A whole fairy
‱ Quite tall between his teammates
‱ Way too innocent
‱ Genuine and true to his character
‱ Gets easily shocked or surprised by things/people
‱ Works very hard
‱ Has a hard time opening up to other's about the things he's going through and rathers just keep them to himself
‱ Conscious about his health
‱ Can surprise you on stage
‱ A very cute English speaker
‱ Quiet, compared to the rest of the boys
‱ But only because he doesn't think himself very good with words
‱ Reliable, even though he's young
‱ Gets weirdly childish sometimes
‱ And unlike others, doesn't get scolded for it
‱ Might seem distant/cold at first but has the warmest, biggest heart
‱ Eye-smile
‱ Also pure.
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🩊 - I.N;
Choi San
‱ Shouldn't be allowed to do many things
‱ But gets away with them in some way.
‱ Stage presence
‱ The center of attention and innovation for their makeup artists
‱ Very cute
‱ Also eye-smile
‱ Built
‱ Sweet, unique voice
‱ Loved by his hyungs
‱ Gives his all for his profession and his goals and also his teammates'
‱ Doesn't really do weird things, they just automatically turn into cute things
‱ Should be kept on a short leash for the way he tends to behave on stage
‱ Has a contagious laugh and a cleansing giggle
‱ Has had his confidence boosted over the years
‱ Treasured by all.
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listentothisyoooh · 3 years
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Stray Kids Headcanons; Stray Kids with a Submission kink àż
A/N: This is how I think each of the boys will behave and what they'd like if they were subs (this piece is +18, minors dni)
Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, sub skz, dom f reader, oral (both f and m), pegging, restraints, use of nicknames (ma'am, mommy, babyboy, fucktoy, cumslut, etc.), orgasm delay, marking, breeding, slight exhibitionism, that's pretty much it???
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đŸș - Bangchan;
isn't a full sub; your relationship has ordinary dynamics and being a submissive is a stress relief mechanism for him.
had a very, very hard time admitting to himself and you that he had a sub kink
the first time you took care of him was definitely the best sex he ever had
thin ropes of cum almost reaching his breast, he had never felt so relaxed and light headed
nearly panicked at the realization that he just came from his orgasm being delayed by your mouth
but felt even hornier when you told him what a good boy he was and that he should be rewarded for keeping up with your pace
he was hard again right then
has an unspoken 'wet and messy' kink
when you use too much lube or you're dripping extra on his cock or even if you're squirting because of him,
his mind goes into animal mode, as he sees his own cum mix with the other fluids spread on his pale skin
when he wants to be dominated, he doesn't say a word
just gets extra clingy but also quiet
you're folding laundry and he's sticking to your back the whole time
you get the message and help him out by a long-dragged blowjob on the couch
doesn't really have a favorite position but lovesit when you massage his dick and edge him for hours
a little too much into that move where you place his cock between your palms and rub it lightly
has good stamina so he can keep up and even cum more than three times
isn't very verbal during his sub episodes (except calling your name or nicknames) but is definitely very vocal
would never say it but loves how pathetic yet cherished he feels when he literally cries from pleasure
when his sub headspace kicks in, he wants to have enough time so he can have the full experience; dislikes quickies since it only stresses him further
absolutely loves for you to talk to him during sex
being told dirty things to, especially hearing vulgar words is his guilty pleasure; something that had surprised both of you
has never verbally confessed but praises are his thing
touch him a little too long and call him your good little puppy and he's clinging to your waist until you take him to the bedroom
appreciates your secrecy about his kink; doesn't want anyone else to know because he's worked hard to gain his reputation
wouldn't suggest toys but when he's
being edged and pleasured for hours, he'd take anything; vibrators, rings, ropes
likes being restrained either by you or cuffs/ropes;
something about you holding his hands behind his back while he's leaning over the counter with his butt out and receiving a very slow, too sensual handjob has him weak in the knees
loves after care but would never admit it
luckily you can't resist the fucked-out state of his face and body, all sweaty and covered in white spots, so you take great care of him afterwards
his favorite nickname for you is mistress and for himself is puppy and babyboy
breeding drives him mad
if he's cumming inside you while you're riding him, his cock doesn't even soften
instantly wants you to keep moving until he's cumming against your walls again and again
"um... is it over? are... are you gonna stop?"
"with your cock still this hard... you seem to think you have more to offer me, yeah? Then let's see; fill me up again puppy, as many times as your guts can take."
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🐰 - Lee Know;
A switch
he's usually a soft dom,
but in sub headspace, he's a full-on brat
likes to annoy you, tease you and bother you while you're doing something
just to get the next part; you forcefully pushing his head into the pillow and straddling his face, pressing your slit unto his lips and frowning down at him, his wide, glowing eyes brimming with satisfaction
doesn't care how many times you've already ridden his face and come, will go as many times as you order him to
ends up with a messy, wet, slippery face, violently heaving chest and a painful hard-on
which you ignore for some time cause he's been a brat
but when he comes to sit near you, anywhere near you, quiet and acting as if he's busy on his phone, you know he's going crazy and is practically begging for your attention
often calls you his tamer
doesn't like his sub kink to be considered a big deal
therefore doesn't enjoy toys for himself, especially not restrains
but likes it when you pin his hands on the pillows or the wall and roll your hips against his cock
his favorite position is missionary where you order him how fast or slow he should go just by tugging roughly at his hair or choking him
is surprisingly obedient when he's needy
or when he hasn't touched himself for some time
his dancer stamina is astounding
can cum five times in one session and make you cum up to ten times (tested!)
likes being slightly degraded, "my pretty little slut", "what a needy whore!", because it somehow makes him feel sexy,
but his cock jolts and twitches when you praise him by saying how good he tastes or how good he's being for you
doesn't want others to know he has a sub kink but doesn't try to hide it either
whimpers when you playfully tug at his hair while the boys are around
loves to call you mistress and loves being called kitten, slut and fucktoy
"look at you, all sweaty and writhing, are you that desperate for me, you fucktoy?"
"fuck, fuck please mistress, don't stop that, I'm so close!"
it's not that easy to "put" him in sub space, unlike Chan with praises
his slip just happens on its own, sometimes with no reason
he wakes up one night and feels like being choked while he humps your thigh
therefore he does just that so you do just that!
loves after care and will smile lazily at you when you're cleaning him up
had never realized before your little activities, but the sight of his dick dripping with precum or thin white fluid makes him feel very sexy
"kitten likes to see himself milked dry by mistress?
"yes-- yes he does... can you do it again, mistress? Promise I'll be good!"
the nights you're cockwarming on the couch while watching a movie are his favorite nights
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đŸ°đŸœ - Changbin;
Also not a full sub
sometimes has problems with his kink
it makes him feel weak and odd
but the moment you start praising him for generally anything, he remembers why he's a sub
goes feral for body worship
tied to the headboard, your wet, slow kisses tracing down from his neck all the way to his twitching cock
whispering "your skin is so soft, baby", "you look so beautiful", "your chest, your abs... you've gotten so much more handsome lately"
he's whimpering all the while
has a love hate relationship with when you're straddling him and slowly rubbing his cock between your folds
he finds the stimulation too much yet too little
often cums in that position after a long teasing session
then cums again and again if you keep going
also very high stamina, especially when he's pent up
loves dry orgasms
loves to tongue-fuck you while you instruct him on how or when to play with your clit
if you firmly say "please me", he's going down on you instantly, not once pulling away before making you cum at least four times
silk black ribbons as restraints are his death
the best service top to ever exist
sits on the chair with his hands tied back and watches you slowly bounce on him as be begs to cum since he's been holding it for a good long while
being of exceptional girth, you can feel his twitches and throbs inside you every time you kiss his neck
mostly does the sub thing for your pleasure
knows you'll always be good to him even if you're dominating him so doesn't really try to hide what he wants since he knows you'll be more than happy to oblige
"can I please fuck your thighs, ma'am?"
"hmm, I don't know Binnie... I don't think you have anything left to spill!"
keeps on groaning and grunting until you slap his cock and it's like a gate has opened
can't stop moaning
shower sex where his back is pressed against the wall and you're rolling your ass on his cock as slowly as possible is his favorite
doesn't dare touch you, in case you'd stop as his punishment
also doesn't like his sub kink to be official since he gets teased enough already
not a fan of toys but can't say no to the pleasure they bring
loves wearing a leash when he's being your service top
calls you ma'am like he's answering to a military superior
melts at your nicknames for him such as bunny, angel, babyboy, etc.
a tease, sure, but never a brat
values your rules like they're godsend
easily gets hard and needy when you're walking around naked, in your underwear or with his clothes on
knows you keep bending over the cabinets to rile him up
but can't bring himself to care when he imagines how wet and warm you are under those thin, pastel green panties which easily display the outlines of your folds
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🐭 - Hyunjin;
over sensitive on his neck and nipples
a full sub yet immaculately competent at hiding it
moans and mewls loudly when he's being edged
goes "canicumcanicumcanicum" like you're gonna change your mind in a split second and let him cum
if not restrained, bruises your sides with his fingertips while hissing in pain and pleasure
if restrained with his favorite fluffy blue cuffs, will tug hard enough to bruise his wrists or possibly break the weak cuffs!
reverse cowgirl where he's forbidden from touching and is seated on the couch with you on top of him, slowly dragging precum out of him is his favorite position
loves the way you roll your ass on his lap without an ounce of attention to his pleas
the no touching rule is his guilty pleasure during sex; he doesn't know what else to do with his hands other than gripping the
cushions, sheets, etc.
into roleplay
and also teasing or being bratty
will dress up like a military general or a teacher just to be fucked into next week by you
likes being praised, who doesn't, but goes insane when you're somehow insulting him
"what, you want madame to hump you dry again, you needy slut?", "aww, did madame break your sanity Jinnie? so pathetic!", "sit still like the good little cumslut that you are."
yes, calls you madame (after hearing it in some French movie and becoming obsessed with its exotic ring)
not a fan of after care, just wants to be close to you when you're both finished and trying to catch your breaths
in sub space, is actually less clingy than usual
just wants to be roughed up and played
with
knows that whatever power you have over him is not an insult to how truly strong and precious he is
immediately becomes the attentive one when you're done; hugs you to his chest, kisses you softly
is just trying to wordlessly thank you for how good you make him feel
toys, toys, toys
likes being gagged or choked
likes to have you ride his face
doesn't try to hide his submissive tendencies but since it's only demonstrated during sex, nobody really knows about it
will wake you up by eating you out, in hopes of being reciprocated which only happens half of the time
likes it when you grab at his hair
very loud most of the time
cums many times and a lot
literally makes his lower abdomen white
worships your body when he's too caught up in the pleasure
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🐿 - Han;
a full sub
experienced his first time with you
needy, all the time, anywhere, for any reason
you're sitting on his lap in the van with the rest of the boys
he's humping against your ass while whimpering in your ear
"mommy i want you", "I wanna cum inside mommy", "I'm so hard for you, can you feel it?", "fuck, please keep moving!"
has the audacity to ask for cumming permission when he has been naughty enough to use your body without permission
lives for punishments; merely because you're rougher, faster and dripping with venom on your tongue
discovered his submission kink for the first time when you forcefully grabbed at his chin, "for fuck sake Ji, stop yelling and distracting your hyungs or. fucking. else."
didn't really know what you meant by that but the way his face went red and he bit his lip was quite vocal about how he was feeling
because of his lack of experience, loves it when you're on top of him
has tried many other positions with you but always comes back to this classic
watches too much porn, even more after getting together with you, and shows you the things he likes
when he sent you a pegging video, you knew he was way too deep into this submission thing
loves to suck off your strap beforehand
spreads impossibly wide for you, hands gripping on the sheets
for pegging, his favorite position is his
hands supporting him on the edge of the mattress, knees spread apart on the hard floor, back arched as you ram into him from behind
as erotic as the strap on experience is, it doesn't happen as often
he much rathers be inside you, a tight ring holding his orgasm in while you cum on top of him for the sixth time; he hasn't even once!
down for trying anything
except things that seem degrading, like masks, ball gags, chains
enjoys your appliance of control over him more than any toy, any roleplay, any position
whiny, adorable after care baby
helps you clean him up and even does it for both of you if you've overexerted yourself
calls you cute nicknames to tease you since he's always needy and will do
anything to get your hands on him
raging mommy kink, therefore raging breeding kink
"You're gonna make me a real mommy, Ji? Hmm, babyboy? You think you can fuck your cum into mommy?"
"Yes, yes anything for mommy-- anything for you; please let me cum inside!"
is sometimes astounded that his first experience into adult activities is in such an unconventional way
but he knows that he has always been somewhat aware of his submissive tendencies
call him any sweet nickname and he's either giddy and smiling or needy and clingy
is in love with the way your breasts bounce when you're moving on top of him
wears panties when he's in public as a naughty inside joke between you two
loves the sight of his inner thighs and loins all bruised and purple with love bites
he wants to show them to anyone if he could
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🐣 - Felix;
the sweetest little full sub to ever exist
everyone knows it too
raging mommy kink no.2
thankfully he never called his own mother mommy!
insanely intimate and sometimes cheesy
"I just wanna make mommy feel good, am I allowed to, please?"
can you say no to that when he's kneeling in front of you on the kitchen floor, hands gripping on your shorts to get rid of them as soon as a permit is received
also inexperienced but has a naturally high sexual intelligence
the first time his lips touched your clit, you doubted whether he really was a virign or not
very good at following instructions and obeying rules
in the rare opportunities where he unintentionally breaks a rule, he's more than willing to accept his punishment
since they feel a little too good for his sanity
asks himself why he doesn't break rules more often!
has received cute pastel lingerie, panties and boxers, all in silk and lace, from you more times than he can count
despite just how soft and adorable and even childlike he can be, he's very firm
doesn't beg, doesn't like the way it makes him feel
but is very mischievously polite in asking what he wants
isn't into hard-core toys, especially not gags
likes vibrators and restraints
it's not about dominating between you
two, but mostly about the way you guide and control his movements as if he has to be told what to do in order to feel fully successful at what he does
scented candles, romantic music and you with white, too revealing lingerie is his reward
can cum dry up to four or five times but can't actually spill more than two
you make time to have teaching sessions for him and practice his orgasms
pixie, as odd of a nickname as it is, gets him so needy for you
you came up with it since it rhymes with lixie
speaking of needy, he keeps on kissing you when he wants to be close to you; kissing anything and anywhere he can
tried pegging once or twice but doesn't really enjoy the feeling
much rathers deep throat your strap because of his oral fixation as the acorn vibrator is placed on his sensitive tip
keeps himself very smooth and desirable for you; loves the feeling of being sexually wanted
praises make him excited but what makes him go wild, what makes his brows knot and his voice deepen scarily, is your noises
lying down on your sides and ramming your front unto his cock, he digs his nails into the ribbons behind his back around his hands, listening to the satisfied sounds of you pleasing yourself with his member
likes to give oral rather than receive it
uses his deep, raspy voice to piss you off a little:
"mommy that feels so good, more... please let baby be inside a little bit longer!"
"angel if you don't stop talking to me with that voice, I'll make sure you pass out rather than sleep!"
overall the loveliest sub you could ever ask for
very comfortable with his sexual taste, needs, and fantasies
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đŸ¶ - Seungmin;
The opposite of Chan; his default setting is submissive, asks for control when he feels stressed or pent up
the shyest, most innocent sub to ever live
isn't very uncomfortable with "being" a sub
but rather with "how" he should be one
since he doesn't watch or read anything erotic, he was pretty clueless about how he should relinquish control
until he met you
he was a virgin, unlike you, so when you offered to set the pace by riding him, he couldn't help but let his sub headspace take over
whimpers; actual, honest to God whimpers
lots of lip pursing and trying to control his noises; ends up failing a lot, but at least he tries
even quieter than usual when in sub mindset
so much that you had to come up with safewords for him, in case you unintentionally made him uncomfortable and he wouldn't speak to tell you his discomfort
when you're casually playing with his cock while sitting between his thighs, he looks down at you
his wide eyes turn linear, glossy and dark and his brows knot; he looks ruined
his innocence brings the darkest level of corruption kink out of you
one time, you made him sit on the mattress fully bare, with a vibrator ring around him, and sat on a chair across from the bed, jumping up and down on a rather big dildo right in front of him
he came twice, untouched, and couldn't look you straight in the eye for a few hours
loves being praised but not in vain; just like in his career, he wants to work hard for his awards
has talked more than once with Felix about how to give in to his submissive tendencies
it was an awkward conversation but knowing you'd be proud of him was what drove him
only gives you oral when you ask him to and appreciates the fact that you guide him
when you give him head though, he's shaking at your slow pace, and when he is finally allowed to cum, he gets hard again upon seeing the way you spread his load all over his cock with your lips and tongue
generally loves feeling "naughty", not even being naughty:
having you spread toys on the bed in front of him, watching you put on your black lingerie for him, the idea of having sex,
it all feels very naughty to him, very x-rated, like the movies and videos he wasn’t allowed to watch when he was younger
and that gets him hard as a rock, his eyes already gleaming with anticipation, his innocent face blank as if waiting for your instructions
adores your body and wordlessly captures each corner in his mind
the way he hugs you, if possible, when he's about to cum is the most adorable thing
doesn't wanna cum more than once cause it hurts
so instead you settle with edging him which he loves pathetically
doesn't call you things often, but if he has to, he'll just go with ma'am
puppy, sweetheart and babyboy make his stomach turn in lust and happiness
"are you ready to cum, sweetie? want me to give you a countdown?"
"ye--yeah... yes, ma'am... from--ahh, from 5!"
has a nurse/doctor-patient kink; not even in a roleplay sense
when he's sick and you bring him medicine or a thermometer and ask him "how do you feel? Does anything hurt?" he gets flustered
so you have to make sure to make his fantasy come true after he's fully recovered
trusts you more than anyone else in the world
has to hold on to you in order to fall asleep after sex
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🩊 - I.N; in the condom, his bed ruined and sheets tussled
another clueless virgin
he has always been preoccupied with his goal of being an idol so he never really had a chance to discover his sexuality
then again, until he met you
oddly enough, was the one who brought the idea of submission in bedroom
you two have had sex a few times before that and because of that he had become more curious about the whole subject
and inappropriate websites had led him towards the subject of submission kink
it was a little awkward for him at first, and it definitely took some time for him to realize his boundaries
but when he finally got a grip and built his submissive persona, he was a teen in puberty again
mewls, whimpers, moans, cries out your name and squirms when you edge him
never lets his lewd expressions go unnoticed by you
yes he is shy and yes he does feel a little helpless while being a sub
but when he's merely seconds away from cumming after thirty full minutes of being on the edge, he doesn't care about shyness anymore
will do anything to get off
captain of noona kink, even if you're younger
doesn't prefer any special nicknames
"noona... noona please I wanna cum-- please I've been so good, it hurts...:
"I know honey, I know; when I reach 1 you can cum all you want, sound good?"
is in love with your breasts
you're lying in bed, relaxing, and he suddenly asks for permission before pushing your top up and casually sucking on your nipples
hugs your waist while doing so, and massages your ignored breast with his palm
has cum in his shorts from doing only that, in several occasions
doesn't like being messy, but has fantasies of cumming over your chest
teaching him to eat you out was the most fun he had had
caressing his chin while your legs rested on his shoulders, telling him to start licking up and down and massage your clit with his thumb
adds his own talents to it and makes you cum three times in a row
has a thing where he gets extra horny when you're doing something naughty with his hyungs around
gets unfortunately louder too
"aww, does Innie want his hyungs to know he can fuck? Hmm? You want them to know you're a big boy now?"
"yes, yes noona can I be loud? Please, I promise to make you feel good instead!"
ends up cumming so much in the condom, his bed ruined and sheets tossled
you both know Hyunjin and Changbin had heard you outside, since they couldn't look at either of you without scratching the back of their necks awkwardly
doesn't like being restrained or gagged, likes being talkative and will obey when ordered to keep his hands to himself
likes being spanked
not the full experience, just the casual types where he has your finger wrapped around his base in missionary
and he suddenly gets especially excited and picks up his pace, so you have to smack roughly at his rear to make him return to his slow pace
too young, so often wakes up with morning wood
his sleepy, puffy face looks irresistible, so you massage his cock for a while
and then you lay lazily on top of him, rolling your wet folds on his member until he cums with that little friction
feels very motivated and lively after sex, and it helps with his mood quite a lot
kisses your cheeks after you're both cleaned and makes silly comments and gestures, as a sign of his appreciation for how good you took care of him
tries normal sex from time to time but nothing gets you guys off as much as your special dynamics
sings for you casually when you're both done and trying to sleep
he can't keep his composure when little memories and images from your certain activities pop up in his brain when he's working or is having a live
that's why he acts so weird sometimes, you realized, and his pink cheeks seem like the cutest things
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Stray Kids Headcanons; a Movie Night àż
A/N: A small hc of how the boys would act during a movie night with all the other members. (not a fem reader scenario, just the boys).
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đŸș - Bangchan;
would much rather be doing his job or something more productive,
but since the boys practically beg, couldn't bring himself to say no
is absolutely in love with these domestic moments in his family
sits on the floor near the coffee table
keeps shifting in his place throughout the movie
somehow, has an eye on everyone
asks obvious or annoying questions about the plot like a dad would
doesn't really touch the snacks since he's full from dinner
gets his mouth stuffed by Felix and Hyunjin though
can't really tell whose limbs wrap around his neck or shoulders, but welcomes the touch anyway
manages to stay up till the movie's finished
even though feels warm and cozy, Seungmin leaning on his side
the one who wakes up the sleepers afterwards
has had to carry some of the boys to bed more than once
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🐰 - Lee Know;
lies back against the cushions with Jisung in between his legs
lack of space is their excuse
quiet and observant
even though he keeps acting like the plot sucks
chews loudly from time to time just to hear Hyunjin scoff at him
takes popcorn from the bowl on Jisung's tummy
has a blanket wrapped around himself
puts his glasses on since the room is dark
shouts at Chan when he interrupts an important scenes
for which he receives a cute yet comically evil laugh from the older
feels numb from the position but doesn't object
notices Jisung's snores halfway through
fights back sleep at the end of the night
stays there, all sprawled on the couch, even after the movie is finished
has to be pulled unto his feet by Jeongin since he acts like a grumpy, tired mom
forgets the plot the moment the movie ends
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đŸ°đŸœ - Changbin;
sits at the far end of the couch
one leg bouncing off of the armrest
has his attention stolen when Seungmin leans against his knee
or hugs his foot mindlessly
doesn't make a big deal when Felix's hand grabs or settles on his bare thigh
enjoys the small patch of palm heat, actually
keeps nagging about how the boys are hogging the snacks
even though receives mouthfuls of chips from Felix next to him
sometimes looking at the wide screen
sometimes playing around with his phone
has the light on lowest level not to bother anyone
distracts Felix by casually showing him stuff on his phone
joins in with whatever cheer or shout that's going around the room
he may not know why they're being loud, but would never miss a chance to raise his voice
the one who takes the empty bowls back to the kitchen
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🐭 - Hyunjin;
has the best spot in front of the TV on the couch
best access to snacks
eats more than he should
greasy, cheese covered fingers resting awkwardly on his lap
has his legs resting on the coffee table
doesn't take his eyes off of the screen
the one who actually chose the movie
shares Jeongin's duvet and Felix's blanket
is more than welcoming of them leaning their heads on his shoulders
is actually cuddling Felix at some point
rolls his eyes at Chan's remarks
will start shivering if the boys' body heat goes away, since he had come out of the shower right before
stays fully alert until the movie finishes
realizes just how tired he is when the lights are turned on
doesn't move until the credits are over
lazily rests his head back and watches the others get up from their spots and stretch
rolls off the couch when Seungmin reminds him to do his skin care routine
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🐿 - Han;
has been waiting for this movie ever since it came out three months ago
is glad everyone's gathered to see it together
is even more glad when Minho pats the spot in between his legs to invite him
leans back against the older's chest
keeps crunching the popcorn in his mouth unintentionally
gets unusually quiet, immersed in the plot and the pictures
claps like a seal and applauds when something badass happens
his stretched legs sway from side to side during suspenseful scenes
is deeply comfortable, surrounded by the faces and bodies he knows all too well
one moment, thinks to himself about how cozy the atmosphere is...
and the next, suddenly opens his eyes to bright lights
and Chan's face leaning over him, telling him to go to bed
obliges without objection,
feet dragging on the floor, eyes linear and back slumped, mind melted into goo
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🐣 - Felix;
pressed between Hyunjin and Changbin
not that interested in the movie
but absolutely in love with being engulfed in body heat
keeps wondering where he had seen the actors before
a little too interested in the animals he sees in the movie
so preoccupied with feeding everyone else
that forgets to taste the snacks he himself had made
sits cross-legged, front fully covered under the blanket
can't help how touchy he gets with the lack of distance
hugs Changbin’s bicep without him even budging
massages Chan's shoulders
nuzzles on Hyunjin's arm
oddly enough, remembers the plot too well
first one to get up and go to the bathroom afterwards
helps Seungmin tidy up the sitting area
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đŸ¶ - Seungmin;
is already sleepy when the movie starts
wasn't on board with the idea of a movie night so late
knows Chan keeps talking to keep him conscious
takes a pillow or two with himself and sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch
doesn't eat snacks since he's already brushed his teeth
also has glasses on
has a water bottle next to him and drinks occasionally
leaves for the bathroom once
repeats certain new English words under his breath as practice
giggles with embarrassment when Chan corrects him just as quietly
feels Changbin's hand in his hair every once in a while
and the feeling sobers him up
has an annoying commercial song stuck in his head
doses off here an there, head leaning on Changbin’s knee,
but jerks awake with the boys' sounds
the one who turns off the TV and cleans up the sitting area with Felix
passes out on his bed
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🩊 - I.N;
initially wanted to play video games with Hyunjin
but the idea somehow turned into a movie night
looks forward to the movie since both Hyunjin and Jisung had talked about it before
almost gets his finger bitten by Minho
decides not to feed him anymore
makes everyone laugh by comparing a character with Chan
moves very little since the guys are so close
isn't as comfortable at first, bodies sticking to him
but moves on surprisingly quick when the action parts begin
accidentally elbows Minho in the ribs
literally begs for mercy while laughing
both get shushed by a dramatic Jisung
wants more snacks but sees the bowls empty
finds himself paying special attention to Chan's expressions
is easily impressed by the dialogs or the CGI
gets quieter towards the end, fatigue kicking in
rubs his butt aggressively after getting up
has to make sure the sleepy Jisung doesn't hit a wall on his way to their room
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Care For You; BC
A/N: This piece is +18, minors do not interact.
Summary: You come home from work, only to find your boyfriend, Chris, exhausted and drained. What can you say, when he asks you to make him feel better in your own special ways?
Warnings: sub Chan, soft dom female reader, hand jobs, orgasm control, edging, ropes, dirty talk, use of nicknames (mistress, little, pup, angel, etc), mention of the color system --
Word Count: 4.2k
“Hey, hi baby!” You whispered, sitting down on the edge of the mattress next to Chan’s rigid body, “When did you get home?” Caressing the tangled, short platinum blond locks sprawled on the pillow, you smiled down at his puffy, tired face; it probably wasn’t a good thing that you weren’t answered by a smile.
“An hour, I guess.” He rasped, his cords rugged with sleepiness and something else –something you didn’t quite like. The cool, white sheets covered him up to his shoulders, leaving no patch of pale skin open for your sight, and the faded shade of raspberry on his perky lips further demonstrated just how tired the man was.
“Oh honey,” You cooed, leaning over Chan to plant a kiss on his temple while he lay on his side, facing where you sat, “you seem exhausted. Are you alright? Did something happen?” You couldn’t really help the way your brows knotted as a sign of worry. Using arms as pillars next to your boyfriend’s figure, you bowed above him; ceiling cream lights now blocked away from his sight and he could look up at you with those wide, glossy eyes, the peachy gleam of the bedside lamp reflecting from them.
“I’m okay, babe, don’t worry;” He assured, settling on his back gently, “It was just—a very, very long day!” A light laugh puffing out of him, he pulled on the sheets to conceal the lower part of his face from you, eyes still locked with yours. Chan was always soft –so soft, gentle and sweet, and that was why you just couldn’t stop showering him with light, lingering touches, one now being granted for him across his left cheekbone and the side of his eye by your thumb; he seemed to really enjoy it, lids flowing down and expression turning into a relaxed, almost blank one.
“Anything I can do, Channie?” Your gentle question fluttered his eyes open, “want me to make you something? Or get you some pills to help you sleep?” Sometimes, when he was too spent, it became frustratingly difficult for him to fall asleep, so it wouldn’t be far from ordinary if he were to have the same problem now; puffy eyes, flushed cheeks and tousled locks only asked for a bit of rest.
“Can you take care of me?” His quiet voice rose from beneath the sheets, his linear eyes staring right into yours, making your chest quiver alongside that innocent little request.
“Of course!” You smiled, “What do you need? I can give you a massage
” Your suggestion was met with his negative nod, the grips over the edge of the cover tightening.
“No,” He gulped, “can you take care of me, mistress?” There was already a certain breathlessness in his words which only made you grit your teeth; he looked so devastatingly vulnerable, looking up at you with hope, exhaustion and plea in his stare.
“Aren’t you a little too tired for that, pup?” Was the last thing you wanted to say to him, the last thing he wanted to hear too; shaking his head no, Chan squirmed in place while waiting for you to answer to the desperate request in a way that would satisfy both of you.
Instead, you just smiled. Cupping his right, warm cheek, you lightly pinched its plumpness and traced your hand lower unto his neck and chest, pulling that nuisance of a fabric away from those beautiful lips and skin. He visibly gulped at your movements –at being scanned by your sharp eyes, but made no objections whatsoever; the easy compliance egged you on to inch his figure further southwards, fingers dancing on the white sheet. It seemed like he was bare under the covers, and when your hand finally clasped at the side of his right thigh and absorbed the gentle body heat, your assumptions turned out to be accurate, slapping a smirk on your face.
“Are you naked, little?” You asked, stare switching between Chan’s agape lips and anticipating, bright eyes; he did nothing, as if waiting for your sly hand to figure that out itself. “Why is that?” Your gentle tone tried to coax the words out of the man, “Were you being naughty when I was at work?”
“No!” It was adorable how the reply cut off his quiet sigh, being shot out to convince you, “No, I was just waiting for you, and
 I fell asleep.” He explained, his covered chest heaving out of slight nervousness. A light chuckle sprang out of you while you flew down to peck his pretty lips.
“Relax, pup; I believe you.” You assured, “It would be fine if you did, though;” Leaning down on your elbow, you peppered lingering kisses near his mouth, your free hand caressing his bicep from over the covers, “you’ve been so good lately—you deserve a treat, both from me and yourself.” By the way his cheek flexed under your lips, you could tell he was smiling. “So, let’s give you a treat then, angel!” He shivered when your breath rubbed on the sensitive spot under his ear.
As soon as you backed away and got off of the bed, Chan rose up to sit on his butt and see what you were doing, the white cover dropping unto his lap; knowing that you’re being watched, you made your way to the small, antique chest placed on top of a console table next to your closet, and opened its lid, eyes immediately landing on the dark jade bundle of silk rope as well as the small tube of expensive, cinnamon scented lubricant, both of them sitting brazenly over the extra pile of naughty toys and accessories! You grabbed the objects with content, having already formed a plan in your head while expecting eyes bore into your back; you threw the equipment on the mattress right next to the man’s feet, fighting back a smirk when your short glance caught him staring at them and gulping. The chair next to the ajar door welcomed your buttoned shirt and jeans to leave you alone with the tight red top and black panties, watching you silently set a course to your boyfriend back on the bed.
“Are you feeling verbal today?” You asked the young man whose eyes obviously swayed over your figure without any intention. It took a dazed, short while for Chan to answer, but he finally did after a gulp and pursing his lips.
“I don’t know
” He shook his head when you sat in front of his folded legs on the mattress, putting a calf between your locations; his slumped, pale body was screaming for your attention in the most innocent way possible, which wasn’t all that rare for the man, as he, deep down, was very innocent, despite what he liked to show his fans and or had to portray of himself because of his career and his position in their group. It hadn’t really been mentioned yet, but you were aware of the heartwarming fact that you were the only person entrusted with this side of his character –a side he himself cherished dearly yet had always tried to suppress, until meeting you, of course.
“Well then,” You caressed his puffy cheek, pressing your forehead on his and giving him an Eskimo kiss, “we just have to find out, I guess!” Your soft chuckle mixed with the one Chan let out, and you found the moment intimate and soothing enough to begin kissing the man, allowing his passionate lips to gently dance over yours for a while before adding your tongue into the mixture and earning light huffs and sighs from his waving throat.
“Fold your arms on each other.” Guiding his hands, you helped him hold his left forearm in front of his abdomen and place the right one on top of it, wrapping his fingers around his elbows to show satisfaction for the plan; catching the wait in the slouched figure, you got a grip of the ropes behind your rear and started your rather enticing mission of binding the man’s arms together, knots and rings gently kissing his pale skin.
He was more than compliant, once or twice pecking your face when you leaned too close to tighten a knot or readjust a bundle; his breaths were even yet deep, and in between all of that, you could clearly witness a tent forming on the sheet sprawled on his lap, slow yet bold. His mind was taken by your scent, the close but still far away heat of your embrace, and he couldn’t help the way his body reacted to your light, accidental contacts across his arms; dear lord, was he touch-starved!
“All good?” You asked, finally finished with your work. His simple nod was good enough of an answer.
The brightness which reflected from the white covers on the bed turned him even paler and that allowed the jade rope to show off its elegant color on Chan’s bare figure. He looked stunning, blond hair sticking out in this direction or that, lips swollen and red from the excessive nervous biting; there was nothing holding you back from lifting up his chin and crashing your mouth unto his, having him nailed in place by a heavy grip on his thigh. He huffed over your face shakily as your hand plowed in between his locks which you now realized were damp; he must’ve showered after coming home from the studio, you guessed.
“You like this rope; don’t you, puppy?” You giggled, leaving a gentle kiss on his perky bottom lip, trailing down to his jaw and throat while pulling his head back. “Is it the fabric? Or the color?” Your question drowned in the dip of his neck vein as you sucked lightly on it, hearing him whimper impatiently and wriggle in place.
“Color.” He replied simply, trying to gulp with the uncomfortable position of his head. Your tongue, tracing wet lines on the distinct veins and bulges beneath his sensitive skin, made him tense uncontrollably; he was already so worked up, despite being tired.
“Yeah?” Your teasing tone sent a shiver into his shoulders, “I was thinking about getting you that mini wand vibrator you showed me the other day –the jade one
” Looking back up into his eyes, he panted lightly, “Good, yeah?” He nodded once again, not trusting his voice to make an appearance, making you smile with adoration, “What’s so special about jade anyway?” The man’s heart-rate suddenly picked up and he leaned his forehead above your ear out of embarrassment for what he was gonna confess to.
“It was the color of your underwear the first time you
 um—the first time I met mistress!” He tried his best to voice his explanation in the least flustering way, however hard it was. The confession was accompanied by his little hiss when you giggled and dragged the covers off of his figure, making sure it created the slowest, roughest amount of friction and grip.
“Oh, right
!” You mused, pulling your head away only inches; he didn’t seem too pleased about that, but watching you lean forward on your left arm nailed next to his hip and looking up at him with a little smile was all he could think about at the moment. Your index finger on the free hand began drawing circles on his hard tip, “That was a good night, wasn’t it baby?” He was too busy staring into your eyes with knotted brows and a bitten lip, obviously tensing to prevent from moving under your touch; seeing his composure, you massaged the head of his member with your thumb and index finger, gliding them down to its edge and dragging back up without haste but with good pressure. “You were bad, really bad—remember?” Smirking, at the way he kept pursing his lips while looking down at you, you came to the conclusion that he probably wasn’t going to be verbal that day; he rarely was, to be honest –only when he was too pent up or maybe too cocky, which didn’t happen all that often, but it was worth the experiment. He might not have liked to be talkative at these times, but he damn sure liked being talked to; he had admitted so more than once, dialogues and monologues being half of the pleasure for him.
Gluing your lips on his chin, you felt him shake as the tip of your finger pressed unto his red slit and slid back and forth, eliciting short whimpers from his agape mouth; he squirmed and squirmed but with no apparent aim, since he neither tried to settle efficiently under your teasing touch, nor did he back away from it to protest. He kept staring at you as if there was something he awaited, gulping and gulping and gulping!
“Lie back and spread your legs for me, sweetie.” You crawled back to grant the man space for his task, the one he fulfilled right after hearing your command.
The now cool spot on the mattress welcomed his muscly back and the sheets straightened when his feet dragged away from each other to make a perfectly fitting nest in between his thighs for you. He had to strain his neck to look over at you, so you decided to help him out by hovering above his torso and grabbing your own pillow to jam it behind his shoulders, creating a better angle for his vision. It was the hardest thing to resist kissing his beautiful lips and you saw no point in it anyway, diving down to steal a few noisy, wet pecks from your boyfriend, retreating into your place near his groin next.
“Mistress has taught you well, hasn’t she?” You purred, kneeling between his legs and sliding them over your thighs to earn the closest spot possible, “You used to be so hesitant –so, so impatient too,” He kept licking his lips while gazing at you, his deep breaths egging you on, “but now look at you; a good,” Your palms slowly wrapped around his length and started screwing over its upper and lower half in opposite directions, “good little angel for me.” His head tossed back from the combination of your words and movements; he was fully hard and flushed.
A low whine echoed in the room when you detached your hands from him and grabbed the lonely bottle from over the mattress instead; the moment its contents poured on your palm and released their exotic scent, a breathy, whisper of your nickname rose also, Chan staring down at what you were holding. He was crazy about this smell –this certain smell that had always awakened a comfortable haziness inside him, enough to make it impossible for him to stand being in the dorm when Felix was baking croissants; it almost acted like an aphrodisiac for him, you had yet to understand why, and it would be a lie if one were to say you didn’t abuse this little effect!
“Red if it gets too much, yellow if you need a breath.” You repeated his safe words, earning a nod, and went back to clasping your palms on his member just like before, copying the same motion again; he shut his eyes with content, sighing when your warmth finally touched him, drenched in a scent he loved dearly.
In a matter of seconds, he was already mewling, dripping with precum, disheveled locks being plunged into the pillows. His state only worsened when your fingers formed a thin ring and placed it right beneath the prominent edge of his tip and started the classic vibrating motion on its ablaze nerves; a motion he had grown used to, no matter how torturous it was. Giving him short intervals, you managed to earn a glimpse of his face when he looked back down on your hand, eyes narrow and cheeks flushed –his entire upper body flushed.
“Am I bothering you, Christopher?” Hearing his complete name, he clenched his jaw and shook his head violently, most displeased with the full stop of your hands.
“No, no mistress, keep going!” His words were rushed and hoarse as he took a second to recount what he had said, “Could you continue?” He restructured his sentence after witnessing the raise of your brow, and his heaving chest, his sweet, calm voice was just too good to be ignored.
“Ah!” You cooed, “Such a polite little pup, huh? You’ve learned how to earn my favor, haven’t you? Yes, you have, gorgeous!” He was already too far away from sanity to comprehend your praises as your once again vibrating fingers knocked moans out of him one after another, having his legs wrap around your hips with the constant, cruel edging.
He couldn’t decide between watching the scene of your connection or throwing his head back to slap whimpers at the headboard; when he landed eyes on your hands skillfully tapping on the underside of his aching length through palms, all he could think of was finishing right then and there –it was shameful, how sensitive he was to the littlest of touches.
“Hey!” Your stern voice brought him back to his senses, making him stop gritting his teeth and look back down at you, “No hurting yourself!” Your frown confused him, your words too, but when you gestured towards his hands with the raise of your brows, he got the message; he’d become so lost in the on and off of the pleasure in his gut that he’d forgotten to notice the sharp pain of his nails digging into the side of his elbow.
This was the best opportunity –no, excuse, to frustrate him in the ways he liked, or usually did; you could only hope he’d like it now, too. Sliding your hands off of his weeping length, you kept a hard gaze on his linear, shiny eyes and placed your hands limp on your thighs, palms upwards to avoid leaving the mess of lube and precum on yourself.
“I told you never to hurt yourself, didn’t I?” His flushed face fell at your words, catching the serious worry on your features, “Don’t you wanna be good, Christopher?”
God, he hated his name when it left your mouth! He hated being called by his name when it came to you, because it never meant anything good. He felt cold all of a sudden, without your touch or a trace of your affection, and being naked was much, much more embarrassing. His chest was already heaving.
“I do!” He managed to voice out, awkwardly hoarse, “I am good, Mistress; always!” After all this time, it still flustered him to call you that certain name.
“Then why did you ignore my explicit order?” Yes, you were making a much bigger deal out of this than it was; the marks weren’t even deep, he knew that, you knew that.
“It won’t happen again –you have my word, Mistress
 Please—“ He stopped to gulp past his dry throat, still looking into your soul with pleading eyes; he looked so tired, yet he never once dreamed of protesting –not to your work anyway.
“Please what, boy?” Your question had its sharp edges –sharper than Chan liked it. Was there any affection in boy? None he could feel, no –it felt colder than his own name.
“I wanna be good for Mistress;” He breathed out with knotted brows, “can I have one more chance? Please, I want—“ His arms wiggled desperately in between the rope, “I need to cum—“ He could feel fire searing his ears, “Can I, please? Only Mistress knows how to give that to me
” Was it enough? Did he have to go deeper? He couldn’t tell based off of your blank expression.
“Hmm
” A smile creept on your face just as the hum was released from your throat, “Such good manners!” You praised, lifting one hand to lightly drag over his pale, beautifully shaped thigh and finally plant around his cock again –a short gasp being his response, “Such a well-behaved little cub!” He clearly twitched at that! Your palm dragged up and down his veins and he was once again, jelly at your touch, “Who taught this little pup how to be so good and polite?” His moan interrupted your question when your other hand wrapped two fingers around the sensitive edge of his tip. One second he’d push his hips into the mattress to desert your touch, and the other, he’d push up to pump into your airy fist. “Christopher!”
“Mistress did!” His shaky answer came only after your call brought him back to earth and snapped his eyes open. “Only Mistress can tell pup to be good –he always listens to you, only you Mistress—oh, fuck, don’t stop –please!” His sweet voice became high-pitched whines as soon as the ring of fingers around his tip began vibrating again; squirming and spasming uncontrollably, he began throwing his hips up to feel more than the brush of your thumb on his base and the vibration of your fingers on his moistened head. “No—no no, ’m gonna cum—is it okay? Can—“ The hoarse groans piercing his mewls wouldn’t let him finish his thoughts, and your fingers weren’t helping his intellect either!
The bulging veins on his stretched back neck were ripe for marking and the way his pale skin had become many shades redder out of frustration and tension could only mean one thing: he’s few seconds away from covering his stomach with white.
What was cuter than normal, day-to-day Chris, was this Chris; the one writhing and begging and whining under the gentlest touch you could grant him –the one actually able to cum from that meager touch! His voice wouldn’t lower, making way for shameless babbles and incoherent pleas, and you just wanted to put him –and your cramping hand– out of misery.
“It’s okay, Little,” You murmured, still able to reach his ear from between his own noises, “you can cum in five
” Hearing the start of his countdown, Chan lowered his head to look at you, just like all the times he was close; he wanted to see you, and more importantly, he wanted you to see him lose it all. “Four
”
“Count faster!” His fingers were now somehow wrapped in the thick threads of the rope and tugged roughly; you could feel the way the mattress dipped eagerly behind you as Chan’s feet pressed on it with curled toes.
“Three
” You smirked, knowing full well his need for ‘being good’ is way more prioritized to his body than getting what he wants. He could always take what you gave him –every single time; he loved and yearned for the care that came after his success, he wouldn’t change it with anything. “Two
” A small, ecstatic mewl left him when your thumb caressed his slit rhythmically, body trembling out of the little stimulation that was successfully driving him insane.
“One.”
He managed to keep his teary eyes open as his mouth fell apart wider and wider for a scratchy moan to swim into the room with nothing holding it back whatsoever; a big, irritating knot came finally undone in his burning stomach and then there it was, hot strings of white connecting the skin of his purple tip to his abs, your fingers still delicately wrapped around his twitching cook.
There was a gentle thump when he let his head fall on the pillow and the way his chest rose and fell seemed kind of painful; he, on the other hand, looked as blissed out as he possibly could, sweat gleaming on his temples.
“Everything okay?” You massaged his member carefully to help it soften sooner and when your hands eventually left him, he huffed out.
“I’m good, all good.” He panted, glancing down at you lazily, catching your satisfied smile.
His mind kept slipping in and out of reality, and the next thing he felt was the warmth of a kiss on his forehead as cold, wet wipes danced on his belly.
“You did so well.” You whispered, taking advantage of the close vicinity, “Take a nap. I’ll order some food and we can watch something later before bed.” His hazy eyes stared up at you, nodding when your fingers slid over the knots over his biceps to rid him of the restraints.
“Is noodle soup okay?” You asked as your steps lead you to the chest to put back the items you’ve retrieved earlier, “Or maybe we should get tomato?” Turning around, you were met with the unconscious figure of your boyfriend, half covered with white sheets, face as puffy and soft as spring clouds.
You couldn’t help but coo and return to his side to pull the sheets higher over his naked body, and when he made no movement at your touch, you just knew he was knocked out cold; and that meant he’d be up in two-three hours, hungry as a starved wolf, and he will need any kind of food he can find –so soup is probably not the best idea to satisfy Bang Christopher Chan!
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