#dom lino

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[✖︎ sub!Lee Know] › 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊-𝚣

⇢ PAIRING. lino x femdom!reader 

words. 10k 😈 — every letter has a little scenario 

WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m/mdni, hard kinks, frottage, protected sex, vibrators, so much ass stuff, rimming, oral with toys (lee know receiving), consensual somnophilia, angst, pegging, fisting, fucking machines, finger sucking, restraints, some bits are vanilla

⇢ ♥︎ NOTE | yesss this characterization was so fascinating to explore. pick what you like, this is sort of a drabble collection if you will. have fun reading! a chan version is on its way, out valentine’s ‘23. 

read it on ao3 | sub!idol masterlist 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Complete pendulum swing every time, especially on days when he wants to be handled a little more roughly. Lee Know either needs to be left dozing under a blanket, breathing hard for a few minutes without any further body contact — or he is more than eager to have you all over him. Rolling through the sheets together in a big embrace, he secretly loves it. When your boyfriend needs silence and thinking time instead, you will know.

It’s important that you don’t interpret it as him sulking `oh, sex wasn’t that great today´. Of course it was. Minho is an all-or-nothing guy in relationships, almost like Hyunjin. He’d never put his lips between your legs if he wasn’t already dead sure you’d have a good time together. He’d never trust you with his body if he didn’t have a clue. And he knows exactly how to distinguish between a good dom and a bad one, trust me.

During aftercare, Minho’s attitude is always something along those lines— `Never worry about me´. Just to be sure: He can talk about mistakes. He doesn’t gloss things over. Hell, he’s Minho. Honesty on two sexy legs. But for the most part, you really can’t go wrong, and his exhaustion speaks of your boyfriend giving his all because it was so good and he wanted to contribute his part. Being a good sweet boy, being vocal, showing with his body how much he enjoys the moment until the sweat starts to run.

If he hated you, he’d not be out of breath. Someone who knows how to conserve energy like Minho, knocked out on the bed, barely knowing where he is and how and who? He’s literally putting all the effort he can come up with into subbing. Even if he’s laying there like a plank after sex and says he doesn’t need you attending to him, and he takes care of himself, the case is clear. Minho is super whipped. He’s an acts of service guy, you’ll know by the way he makes you popcorn after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Doesn’t he have it all. Honey is one perfect allrounder. Cute, sexy, beautiful. A born triple threat. Yes, he knows his big thighs are very great, very juicy right there, and he knows you like them. A glorious sight in black latex pants, I don’t need to tell you. But. But! Recently, Lee Know has developed an appreciation for his side profile and eyes. The gentle lashes, his cute bunny teeth, and the innocent doe-eyed blinks have you feeling some type of way. He thinks that’s romantic of you. He will screenshot these texts of you peppering him with compliments. Minho is all gooey on the inside hearing praise and getting face kisses. He almost goes insane from his own shyness. Those glowing cheeks, oh my word.

Also. Let’s talk about his body height. This guy. A literal dynastic prince. The finest man on the block. This hot boy summer exemplary. A thank you to his parents is due. You truly got yourself one of the smoothest and most interesting short kings out there. Look at him, his unreal proportions. The way he moves. His way of angling his head. The sexy squint that says look how hot I am. He has such a good outline. Even if he refuses a compliment out of part politeness, part disbelief, you continue telling him he’s body goals. The NSFW route does get to his brain, though. You making innuendos turns the whole thing a little more heated and makes him understand why you thirst over him. And no need to censor yourself. Minho likes dirty humor, you can say anything you want.

What he doesn’t like as much about himself, the dark circles under his eyes. You are a little on the fence here. To some extent, it’s something natural — you would not like his face any other way. Lee Know is Lee Know. Bags under his eyes are part of him, who doesn’t like his eye smile. But he should also sleep and not practice choreographies he can already dance perfectly, for goodness sake. Lee Know will only fall asleep when he’s in contact with your body, which prompts you to often tell him to just lay his head down onto your boobs. Or better, right in between. Nothing better than Lee Know’s face plus your breasts in any position. You love that contact. He says oh, wait, isn’t this rude, isn’t that too heavy? You say no, and you have the lightest lil’ head in history, put your face here whenever, it’s good. There we go, he falls asleep.

And the reverse? Lee Know is consumed by your appearance and said sorry for being superficial a thousand times. He’s infatuated with every feature. Are you a goddess? In an already hyper-affectionate group, you literally picked the guy who is most easily smitten. Listen, his favorite song is „10 Points out of 10“ by 2 PM. The lyrics are literally about a young man being dumbfounded because he thinks this girl he likes is so attractive. Let me cite the chorus to remind everyone. „Her lips are tasty, her legs are gorgeous, her waving hair, everything from head to toe.“ That sums it up pretty neatly. He could worship it all. He will stare into space for an hour after seeing you undress for the first time.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Knows the effect of a good diet. Will pursue said diet. Any further questions?

As far as playing with your cum goes — Come on. He’s gonna slurp you up like a bowl of ramen. You’re gonna bury your fist in his soft blonde hair and just. Live the moment and sweat it out. Minho is a hundred percent swallower.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Likes getting his hair pulled. Not too much, not too violently, in all directions, out of nowhere — he’s uncomfortable with that. His name is not Hwang Hyunjin. It needs to be the right amount of controlled tugging rather than ripping. He wants to be a baddie, not a baldie. One letter difference, big ramifications.

In other words: Minho likes it firm, but not entirely abrasive. The type of pulling that tilts his head back so you can lick across his neck. Lee Know gets such a visceral reaction from that and almost squeals out loud. Which is so unlike him, but it tells you he’s been keeping a sweet spot secret from you. No wonder, he’s so overwhelmingly sensitive there.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If he’s honest. Minho feels like he’s been sort of like an aimless playball. Tossed around by random people who thought he was worth one lay out of a brief curiosity. They thought he looked good, sure, but had a character that was too hard to decipher and access. To them, despite his tough personality, he still wasn’t `manly´ enough to really crush on him, or be their sovereign rock in a relationship. You’re telling him that how manly someone is virtually has nothing to do with reliability, but it’s not difficult to tell that Minho is on the fence about superficial approaches.

For many secret meet-ups, he wasn’t that interesting besides some `surface talents´ he had, as one person put it. He’d been tricked thinking it could become serious every time and got back up again, only to be left in the mornings the next weekend. Which dismantled an already unsure self-esteem and, in turn, fueled a bitter, biting drive to do better and better with his dates or hook-ups to get any real value and love out of them.

Overdoing it lead to more rejections, and alcohol did the rest. In the end, it wasn’t even like ‚okay let me shoot it into the condom and go‘ anymore, he actually couldn’t get it up anymore. Personal affection, personal attention, he didn’t even know how that even felt back then. Things have been terrible for Minho, and he didn’t `know what he’s doing´, at all. Searching through half of Seoul has been detrimental to his health and energy. He doesn’t consider it a redeemable experience but a chain of constant mistakes he’s responsible for and feels utterly dumb. Sleeping around a lot was not really as pleasure-chasing or an easy release as others made it sound like. It was difficult and confusing and strange. Because he cringes at so many memories, Minho doesn’t really feel like he got to know things or anything.

After the worst blitz breakup and a double instance of being cheated on, Minho even considered seeing prostitutes to alleviate whatever yearning it was that was coming up. Or, he didn’t even know, to have at least /someone/ in his arms who he knew would not do things he didn’t want. He thought, the feelings would be in control, the time they spend was in control, money determined the deal, and he could always come back to see her — hopefully.

He imagined the lust and dripping pleasure of having several hot, horny girls swap him around for a ride to leave him a sweaty drugged-up mess on his back, somewhere on a big pink sofa in a big private room. But when he actually went up to a greyed nighttime shop in a hidden district and saw the shifting faces behind the windows, their unstable gazes exchanged without emotion, he felt a knot churning in his belly because the sight burst his bubble.

Reality was far from his inner image. Nobody was waiting for only him. The door personnel said, he can’t choose the girl, wait in line, have your cash ready, then get in the ratty showers there. Compared to what he expected, it was like the scenes of a novel that could never be as distinct and beautiful in real life. It was just bland, awkward and fleeting. Because these girls were so similar to him at that moment when he stood there in his parka. Anxious and freezing in their bones, miserable and defensive in their poses mirrored through the glass. The last people who could give him a sincere deep hug or blush about Minho coming back after they saw fifty other clients to survive off the little cut they received. He’d only contribute a speck of dust from his trainee salary to these girls. They wouldn’t even know his name and stay locked in there to stand still for the next customer the exact same way. Lee Know’s conscience said that this could not possibly fix his feelings or be the perfect bounce-back.

Sleeping with them out of pity seemed like an oddly heroic act to go for, but still, weird. They looked perfect, sexy, amazing, but without an ounce of life radiating from their lips — even the pregnant girls that the shop offered. They would dance their dance how Lee Know wanted it for a dime, only for the pimp to indifferently kick him out into the cold after a strictly set time. That prospect made him turn on his heel in fear. If he had extra wishes, it would get more than expensive and even stricter, with ways to hook him for years in this cycle.

It would be worse than what he had already gotten himself into with meeting people in shady bars. And even those people, drunk as they were, didn’t seem so particularly excited about Lee Know standing there clueless and choppy in his speech to begin with. Any excitement was fake, it was just liquor. Which was Minho’s deepest concern. Being quite mindlessly replaceable and having no one to really love. He was not as confident as his attitude suggested.

Among several hookups, he tried a fair share of impromptu domination. Which was expected of a guy, after all, unquestioned. It satisfied him during the act and he was a convincing top, but it left Minho a strange type of hollow afterward. He got addicted to rough one-night-stands even if he didn’t like the feeling of the person trodding out the door so awkwardly. Although he wanted permanence, the heat of the moment persuaded him to give in again. And again. Lee Know didn’t research much about dominating nor did he have a philosophy, it was mainly just moves and positions and that was it, but he was never quite sure how he came across and if that was really the right thing.

The price of ‚experience´ was neither increased skill nor extra esteem. The opposite happened, which is why Minho was very disgruntled about people and sitting inside his shell when you kind of scooped him up as a friend. He didn’t consider starting as friends with someone back then, to his disadvantage, which he realized. Minho got to enjoy the slower development of a belonging with you. His hormones are slow as hell but they do last. It’s important to Minho that there’s someone who’s magnetically drawn to his ways and body, even a bit obsessed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If vanilla is concerned: Any position that looks good but feels bad is taboo. You both agreed on that. He’s always on the lookout, Minho sticks to the classics. Reverse cowgirl, doggy, logically — same view. Doesn’t just like being the active partner there, though. He’s gonna mewl and cry when you smack it back onto his hips. Since you are horny for seeing his face though, we got a lil’ conflict of interests. That’s why you often have sex in front of a mirror so you can see him pant into your ear, cheek to cheek.

He looks really cute hugging you from behind, and his dick… it’s just amazing how good it feels. Minho’s sheer presence has you dripping anyways, and the nape kisses he gives you are the ultimate turn-ons. He won’t have any problems gliding in. Also. Have anyone observed Lee Know’s habit of just laying down on somebody whenever he gets the chance, waiting for an embrace? Of course he’s the cherry on his top. So missionary is definitely right around the corner for him. Perfect to kiss, he can get his booty moving, his hips, and you again have the vantage point of being one inch away from his godly face. Amazing sensuality.

Now, the world of kink and fetish. Things look a bit different here. Minho being a certified anal slut makes him the perfect candidate for spreading his legs. Supine preferably, because he’s stable on his back and can bend his knees up to his shoulders. It makes him feel so vulnerable and exposed, but the promise of stimulation and getting his ass wrecked is too promising. You as the resident doctor roleplay lady can easily run your medications and experiments on him if he’s tied and fixated into such an open position, one that allows for an ideal viewing of his reactions. What an attractive patient to examine, would be a shame if he got riled up from a lot of overstimulation and got sore from his doctor’s appointment.

And: He sees all you do to him up close. Minho is so obsessed with everything that even remotely goes past his sphincter, giving him a prostate orgasm is the easiest thing in the world. Extra huge vibrators, anything goes (in). Just how much can patient Lee stretch out, god dammit. The juicier it gets, the better. „I feel so dirty… but it’s so good.“ He has a horny meltdown over getting a full dose of fake cum enemas and can’t stop gasping out loud. Look how his jaw will drop and his legs shiver when he sees it oozing right out of him onto a towel on the floor. You tape the whole thing just to be sure. He likes watching himself from your POV as well.

One time, Lee Know left the camera out on his bed table in the dorm and Jeongin picked it up thinking it was Seungmin’s or something. Turns out the youngest simply wanted to make a vlog outdoors, but guess which risky scene he accidentally clicked on since the thumbnail was Lee Know making a funny-looking face. Well well, it wasn’t the meme video he anticipated. Jeongin gave the camera back to you with a big smug grin. Out of all people, you thought he was the one to be the most embarrassed about what he accidentally saw. Lewd maknae alert. Going by his reaction, he’s probably seen and done it all, the tape didn’t even fluster him in the slightest.

In Stray Kids, the hyungs have the decency and bashfulness while the hard-nosed younger members have a real poker face about sex stuff. Hyunjin, the man, the legend, once watched sub boy hentai so disgusting at a decently loud volume on a big screen (his dang headphones were broken, RIP), not even batting one lash. Changbin barged into the room and stumbled right out again screaming. Hyunjin was not even jerking off, just throwing popcorn in his mouth and doodling on the couch. My poor man Binnie got traumatized for life by peach-pink 3D tentacles and never talked about it again. Meanwhile Hyunjin, „Oopsie, sorry! Doesn’t Chan have some spare headphones somewhere?“

But back to cameragate. Lee Know, shocked to the bone, heavily scolded Jeongin for taking any technical equipment from his bed’s vicinity without asking. He couldn’t stop nagging from being worried about corrupting Jeongin with such explicit, intimate material that nobody should ever, ever see. This is a scandal to him. Lee Know feels like his and your dignity went down the drain, he swears to lock the camera into an iron box ten miles below the earth, but Jeongin keeps the juicy secret with a smile. He doesn’t even seem to care that much about having seen Lee Know's ass getting stuffed with all kinds of things. Your boyfriend realizes that Jeongin would not even mildly chuckle if his own dick got broadcasted to the whole world and leaves the seasoned pervert maknae be.

He still gets recurring thoughts about the mishap later on and talks it out with you after a sighing confession. „I don’t know how much he’s seen of it… Jeongin didn’t say a word!“ You tell Lee Know that he might keep his sex life painstakingly hidden from the group members out of politeness and privacy, but they were well aware that the two of you were pretty active. Much like some of the other members, who could of course tell the signs, so, duh. Of course they weren’t losing their mind that Lee Know had a ‚King of Anal Debauchery‘-themed sex tape. If anything, that is the most in-character thing ever.

„I mean look at Hyunjin, he has zero pretenses and shame about his schticks. And Jeongin has an opinion like, Lee Know is a grandpa who thinks he invented the wheel.“ That viewpoint gives Lee Know at least some peace of mind, he really couldn’t sleep for two days. But he will continue to gripe to Jeongin that he better not gossip, or jack off over the thought of you even if you’re not seen as much as Lee Know in that video. And he wants Jeongin to just forget what he saw anyway. Lee Know has his priorities figured out: He likes to be humiliated — but only by you.

Jeongin vows to erase his memory. He insists he’s only seen like five seconds before clicking off, knowing it’s not his business, and he says Lee Know’s facial expressions were underwhelming so it wasn’t even interesting. „Well I hope so,“ Lino grumbles, and continues to put any risqué videos on a hard drive that only the two of you can access with a password. He’s starting to realize that it’s really not that much of a big deal to Jeongin who is merely amused, but he learned his lesson in taking care of the camera if he doesn’t want his videos to be seen.

The facial expression thing sticks with him though and he tries to up his game there even if you say you don’t see a fault in them, I mean he looks fucked out, he looks cute, what more do you need? Lee Know is frustrated about his own confidence dwindling every so often, the cameragate was only another nail in the coffin, so you resort to what a dominant would typically do. Give him a difficult task. Lee Know is your service sub for a week and has to execute the protocol perfectly. It caters to his strength so there’s a solid base, it incorporates enough worship for you to enjoy yourself every waking minute, and he can gain esteem by achieving the big prize, your content and approval, reaffirmed he is not lazy, a mistake, or unworthy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Unintentional screamer moments all the time. And: One random word of his and you’re already laughing your ass off. His reaction faces are out of fucking control. Come on, he won’t have sex with his poker face on. That’s not it. The eye contact yes, but you’ll see a lot going on in that gorgeous face of his, with all that gummy smiling. And he’s sweet. Lee Know has the kind of energy of where you tell him „Stop being so cute… Or come be cute in my bed.“

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

My, is he clean. Clean as fucking fuck. Minho is a routine shaver. And open-minded to your take. In fact, he’ll shave himself (or leave his hair alone) however you want it since he has no clear tendency in any style. Then why not groom in a way that you fancy on him. „Oh, you like this? Okay — got it.“ He adapts. It’s no inconvenience for him, nor does he have a problem meeting your ideal. Whatever makes you comfortable, he’ll pick up the hygiene routine that suits what your eyes and nose find most pleasant. Even if he might shrug about these things, he knows that people can have strong stances or preferences with body hair.

If you want it, not a single hair will disturb your touch except his brows and classic standard Minho bangs. With some peach fuzz here and there, the lightest of the light, but that’s it. I mean, all clean, just how detail-oriented is he. And really. So smooth everywhere, his skin is a dream. Lino’s so easy to kiss and cuddle, it’s ridiculous. When he grows out a mullet that so cutely sticks out from below a base cap for example, you could pet him for hours.

To step it up a notch: Your inner naughty devil will get excited whenever he’s especially sleek-shaven and soaped-down under his pits. You like to lick them with the mere tip of your tongue. When he just used really cold water in particular, not when they’re damp and sweaty. Minho is shocked and turned on in equal measures. You justify yourself saying you like every part of him because it’s true. Minho accepts the fact that your lust for him stops at nothing, and he comes to enjoy the ticklish feeling more than he thought.

Not impressed by the sudden boom in ball shaving ads. Lee Know has always taken care of himself according to his own personal aesthetic philosophy. Doesn’t have all the time in the world to do so, but pays attention regardless. He spends some extra minutes before seeing you in particular, always ready. You won’t catch him skipping showers. Doesn’t have as much body hair to begin with except on the lower legs, and his chest and pubes are quickly shaven. His motto is: Off with that and finished.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Rose-colored glasses alert. Lee Know admires you. He wants to be your exact type, the perfect match. He really works hard on the relationship and any shortcomings. In fact, your boyfriend is a little desperate every now and then. Yes, he knows it’s unhealthy if he gets most of his affection and connecting fill out of romance and not somewhat evenly from his social surroundings. But for better or worse, he can’t help wanting to safeguard what you have together and enjoy it in the private peace of your home. His desperation comes from more than just touring a lot, this goes deeper.

You think it has to do with his fame and idol status, which in and of itself could never be healthy in various ways. Interactions in the idol world often remain superficial and in the fast lane. Being in a company is a rough job. That unfortunately seeps into the relationship dynamics as a restriction. That is not to say he doesn’t feel loved by his fans, his family, and Stray Kids. But it’s different when the relationship is romantic and sexual with someone, he feels it has more to offer than even his adrenaline-filled career because it has a certain stability. That’s also the reason he’s paranoid about breakups, cheating, and bad days as a couple.

Lee Know often puts up a closed and uncaring front on camera so people wouldn’t want to get into his business or have him worry over said pet peeves: He depends on people’s loyalty. The resting face, it’s his way of not letting others hit on him, cause him discomfort, or draw his time and energy. Especially the latter, because he reserves giving the prime fanservice to you exclusively. Since he already exhausts himself daily to be a great artist, he doesn’t have much to put out for a random acquaintance. He strives for your attention and can’t help it. Lee Know already doesn’t allow the members to coo over him, he only reacts when you tickle his chin or slap his butt in passing.

The members are surprised how many extra miles he will go to buy you bouquets and snacks even if he’s already staying up late for dancing. Lee Know always brings you food since it’s his way of intimacy and connection. Eating is intimate, what someone puts inside their body is intimate, Lee Know thinks, how does no one else seem to realize that. A meal for your girlfriend can say a thousand words if you prepare it with a caring eye.

Having desserts for sex? Nothing more fitting for him. Sweet food and sexuality always go together. He’s turned on by you biting into an ice cream cake, he feeds on your enjoyment of good taste. Watching Lee Know treat himself to chocolate cookies or just plain noodle soup? The cute crunchy or slurping noises are more satisfying and noticeable when it’s someone you love. You never knew chewing could be so elegant, but no surprise, with a pretty face like that.

Baby bun’s occasional awkwardness makes sex ten times better. How boring would it be to just fuck like… Machine Man Minho with the robot thrusts. He’s far from that, more like a stoic prince with a soft core. And hell, you can just do your thing, he likes whatever way you sleep with him. Being open to ideas is Minho’s key forte, in fact, you just have to bring it up at the right moments. If it’s romantic, if it’s freaky, no difference, he’s excited about your input.

The majority of being intimate comes from long whispered conversations, though. Usually in the evening. Breakfast is too chill. Minho talks to you about sexual topics as much as he would mention daily life. He has this sweet smile when he’s face to face with you, and he’s a shy talker.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Your guy, as restrained as he seems, definitely knows what’s up. Minho, ever the enthusiast of all things full and soft, likes to sensually grind his hips against a big round pillow rather than jackhammer his life away with a death grip. He personally takes care of washing the pillow, too, no worries. No stains to be found. Clean and ironed. This guy is truly a perfect match for any germaphobe.

The whole thing, he… he masturbates in such an unobtrusive way. Minho is very gentle with himself, which you admire and try to replicate — although sometimes, oh well. You just wanna put his dick in your fist and make him scream and cry out loud. But that’s for a different kind of day and mood. Most of the time, things are very subdued here, and fluffy.

He’s not afraid of his cum — obviously not, it’s too nice — and wipes it carefully instead of going yikes, away with you. He really takes his time. He pampers himself. He doesn’t need to watch disturbing material (ahem, Hyunjin) to get himself going. Lee Know just lays there and lets his fingers slowly graze up and down individually, as if he played a guitar. He drinks a lot of water, doesn’t push himself, and he won’t self-flagellate if things don’t go as planned. You commend him, and Bangchan would be proud of Minho for respecting himself so much alright.

Has a love-hate relationship with his hands, but you encourage him to think from your perspective. They are soft and small and warm and broad so them holding you feels great… and he is ambidextrous. What a nice advantage. Minho applying his gentle skills on you is not just softly warming, but the best way to do something very consistent with his fingers. He’s great at getting you off in a way that neither feels boring nor hurried.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He can call you mommy, sure. In a joking way, sometimes. But with Minho — it seriously needs something more intense. According to the grapevine, Scorpios are some of the most dedicated and hopeless kinksters you’ll find out there. They want to be fucked brainless. And as the great Lizzo told us: All the rumors are true, yeah! Any power dynamic tingles their finest horniest senses. Getting pinned down and tortured might not seem like it’s right up Lee Know’s alley, like, he’d be too sensitive, too phlegmatic, too cute, too stern, too this, too that. But the submissive hiding inside of him will get worked up once you put your fingers in his eager open mouth. To put it mildly, he loves them so much. He might as well go with the pinning, which excites him. Once it comes to anal play, he’s toast anyway. Hook him up to one of those relentless drilling machines and Lee Know will cry his heart and stress out. With your thumb on the speed button, you can determine if he’s gonna dance especially legs-apart tomorrow or not.

Most people wouldn’t immediately associate „oh, of course, fucking machines!“ with submissive Lino, but that’s what it turns out to be. Although he could afford more machines of that kind (and these are expensive as hell), he doesn’t like the spitroast DP version. He’s afraid he might get his teeth bashed in by accident and he is right, he’s still a beginner. One side stuffed will suffice completely. Minho likely won’t do a DAP — even if it looks tempting. He wants it bad but his body is getting in the way by being smol. Obviously, height isn’t a general guideline. Han can stretch himself out like it’s nothing. I mean. Point the biggest strap in existence right in his direction. And Hyunjin, he’s dying from tightness. He could not accommodate one little fist with ten tons of lube. Height literally says nothing at all. Lee Know is definitely having an easier time there.

On the other hand: Yes. He’s getting the hang of it and tolerates a punishing speed, mentally on top of just physically, because Lee Know has a sub endurance that’s sturdy as steel when it comes to getting split in half. No whining. He will clench his jaw and take it with a few tears. Because oh man, he loves that feeling of his guts being put in a blender, „so deep…“ is his favorite exclamation. This guy has a great ole time, I’m telling you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As for your house: Not in the car. Too easy to mess up, too exposed. Not the kitchen either (only kisses there). Not the bathroom. Living room, only when it’s nice and cozy and the window is shielded somehow. Your bed, always. Day and night. A random chair, meh. A table, worse. A shower, too unsafe. A bath, neither, he’s kind of undecided there. Minho is so damn selective — as you quickly figured, going by two criteria. How comfortable the surface is, and: How sanitary things are. But mostly, a larger steady underground with decently elastic cushioning is the number one green flag. Lee Know is a bon vivant within healthy environments, not an adventurer or fucking for clout.

He’s not conservative with those things, he just wants something robust but nicely shaped that won’t hurt either of you. Since swimming and Minho is a delicate topic, the two of you will stay away from making out in a pool or sea unlike other couples. Water? Only in condensed form. Minho would totally kiss you lots in a sauna, but it needs to be very gently warmed instead of piping hot. And the whole area needs to be 100% devoid of people. The same goes for a cinema which is technically a nice idea to him, but in practice, underwhelming. Sticky floors, nacho cheese in the air, aircon blowing in your necks, stuffy seats. No thanks. Your home sofa is preferred.

At his parents’ house: Not a chance. Especially not with the cats climbing around everywhere and begging for food every 10 minutes. Making out briefly is okay, but nothing further than that.

As for the dorm: Never. Never ever. Not once. But you already know, anyway. He’s so protective, he’d never let the other members hear either of your moans or the bed creaking. No suspicious activity at any time of the day, even when nobody else is there. Only cuddles in bed. Cuddles, cuddles, more cuddles. He also wakes up earlier than you. Why? Any morning boners he will quickly rub out into a then disposed towel. Without getting much profound pleasure, he just takes care of it and returns to you in his bed. Where, as a habit, you wrap your arms around him in your sleep, which he likes and needs. His dick poking into your back or stomach, he insists he’s not gonna „annoy you like that, it’s offensive!“

Where you would fuck the shit out of his morning wood? At your own place, until he’s breaking a sweat, the dorm is the literal church. You might play video games there, read, dance around, cook together. But nothing physically erotic. He will take some whispered sexy words from you, but gnawingly. The hyungs will coo how sweet and innocent you are as a clingy couple. That’s all they ever get to see.

Lee Know doesn’t want to share one bit of his intimacy with you with anyone else. It makes him super cranky when people get into his and especially your business. Minho will glare should they be asking about what you do with him sexually, or how you’re like in the sheets, and if he did this or that already, or if he’s having fun. „Never ask again!“ Warning taken. Minho’s sense of privacy is a diamond vault.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Eye contact. Boom. This is so important to him. It spurs Minho into extra-long rounds more often than not. Who doesn’t want to stare right back when he’s doing his soft little kitty gaze. Also — A very distinct type of lingering eye contact is the primary way you tell him you want sex. He can read your expressions well and comes running. Minho considers sex a way of looking into each other’s soul. As for you: Looking at this lil’ dainty face of utmost beauty surely isn’t a bad way to spend your time. Minho’s fucking pretty and he smells so good, hell, even the mint gum he loves to chew and his laundry and hair and everything. You admit your addiction to his scent and he definitely takes note of that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’d probably hate and isolate himself for ages if you started to cry from something he did. Naturally, Minho touches you with invisible satin gloves, in a positive way. Lack of respect and gentleness towards a beloved is a big pet peeve, as is making you afraid.

He’s allergic to porn and society telling him he should be hands-on because it’s supposedly sexy. Slapping you would be a big turn-off. He couldn’t hurt and bruise you, or yell at you, or make you flinch somehow, intimidating you in general. Lee Know has enough sore areas on either leg from dancing to know how much even the little painful spots hurt. A dancer will always be aware how delicate and mortal a body really is.

Also doesn’t like anything that has to do with breath play. Minho doesn’t want to be choked out, nor would he choke you either. He’s really uneasy about it and knows how dangerous it is. He’d rather place his hands on your waist and likes your hands flat on his chest, shoulders, or stomach. When it comes to you pegging him prone, his shoulder blades.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He can only eat someone out or get a blowjob when he’s really in love. Nothing casual will do. Under your eyes, his glaring uncertainty is immediately telling. He’s done it three, four times at best. Minho’s actually avoided it so much in the past because of some very mediocre trial-and-error encounters that had either party disappointed. It’s a shame, of course he wants to be unbiased, but he does carry it with him, so you have to be patient with Lee Know.

Minho thinks it’s too intimate to ever do on a first date. To him, a person’s lips, including his, are, to a degree, extremely sacred. Not anyone can suck his dick out of nowhere, even if they are jaw-droppingly good-looking. He’s stingy. Even if his dick would be hard, he’d just feel strange how that person is so close to him and just… slobbers all over his dick so unceremoniously. The established feeling between him and his partner is more important. He wants to know the person inside out and wants to have looked at them and listened to them talking for many hours. Trusting them is so crucial.

When he prepares for pleasing you with his tongue, he’s eyeing what he’s about to do with a lot of respect. He wants his dick treated with equal care, too, even if an eager mouth is always appreciated and melts his brain. Minho likes a good balance. Brain melt and kindness. Being impersonal wouldn’t meet his benchmark and frustrate Minho.

It needs the right setting, too. Minho thinks he’s a complete pain in the ass obsessing over the minutiae and making a giant deal out of oral sex. You don’t think his diligence is a problem to himself. His anguish is. But there’s an easy fix, which he appreciates. Minho needs to be told things like how to sit on his knees, where to put his hands, how to improve his breathing pattern, what to do with his bottom lip, where to put his tongue. His domme might need a 200-page-long instruction handbook and it may seem ridiculous to an outsider how much he needs to know from her, but the thing is… Lee Know has excellent kinetic memory. Do with that information what you need. In no time, you can name the most romantic and dedicated pussy eater your very boyfriend.

He thinks you really have to love his body scent, and he has to like yours. Minho needs to be with a partner whose sweaters he can lean into all day with his nose, and he can take them in that way. If he’s in love with your scent, better believe he’ll go crazy. Once your pants are down, he’s getting the party started. He’ll lick himself stupid. Minho’s tongue is going all over the place. Oh my god is he to the point. He doesn’t really need to take a breathing break, either. This guy is eating like it’s the best meal ever right in front of him. Hence the reason why he’s a human block of wood during aftercare. Never forget that this guy is a chef. He just looked after his favorite dessert.

Seriously. Why do Stray Kids all have the most fuckable faces and a tongue fixation.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Look. He’s not Changbin. And he’s not Lee `Oh my god, I’m your ragdoll´ Felix. Minho wants to take it a little easier and doesn’t like exhausting you. He can move those fucking hips, and he can adhere to a decent rhythm when he’s thrusting himself onto a strap— but yes. An overall relaxed mood prevails right here, nobody’s burning the house down. Lee Know conserves his energy well to draw it out. But: The atmosphere is still deeply heated and wide awake in the moment. Make no mistake. He’s not boring. Minho is very keen and gifted in the way he moves. If anything: He’s excellent.

When you’re asking for a dick appointment, Minho does something very properly. He makes sure to go in all the way. And pulls out 95%, not too slowly, and not too fast. And then goes in all the way again. Which means you’re naturally gonna suck him back in when he moves away, and grow to want more and more of him. Which he gladly obliges to, you got this guy in your pocket. This only works in certain positions, but you figure those out with time. By the way: He doesn’t refer to it as fucking or penetrating, though, but hugging his dick.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Blowing off a bit of steam, making it passionate, being a little stealthy? Why not. Minho knows all the introvert spots in any building he’s familiar with. The nooks and crannies, any silent corner. You know, like any cat would — it’s only logical. He’s the type to secure that no one will ever catch you, not even Nosy Line aka Chan, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin. He seems to carry condoms and wipes in every pocket and is perfectly prepared in general. Lee Know knows exactly when to shower so he meets you fresh and lovely, and of course: A bit nervous.

If he’s not careful, Minho cums in a heartbeat with your ass bouncing off his thighs. It feels so soft and sounds so amazing, this absolutely blows his mind no matter how often you do quickies. This is not just you being lucky you’re with him, Minho is also glad he got you and that your desire for each other is extremely strong. He’s just gonna let go and release. He can’t help it. Those quickies have Minho wearing rose-colored glasses while at the same time having him admire your body. He thinks this must be heaven, he has such an innocent excitement. All his brain says in that moment is a stream of yes, oh god, wow, oh shit, oh fuck, she’s doing it!

You’re having tons of fun and… that Minho feels great inside of you is an understatement. You need this as often as he can, you enjoy it to the maximum. One round is never enough, you want him again and again. As much as you’re riding his dick, Lee Know is extremely preoccupied that you won’t be getting off at the same time, though — keeping it one-sided is unfair to him. Doing an improv-69 with maximum stimulation, in a random place on top of that? Feels too uneasy to him. That’s why his thighs and kitten tongue licks are your clit’s best friend. He offers them or his hands in one go without further ado.

He has no intents of breaking your back and bending you around to force his own climax in one minute either. This man is concussion-safe. Minho just listens to whatever your nasty idea is, and that’s usually a finger fest, only to simply go with the flow. He doesn’t say anything, he just nods and pulls out two hand wipes and off you go a second later. Hygiene first. Handjob second. Well, not really. After pulling off his shirt, he likes it when you just palm him, he lets his dick peek out the top of his sweats, and he spurts all over his stomach.

Just you putting your hands down his boxers is too damn dry for a quickie, he doesn’t like it. Gentle touch from the outside of the fabric is enough to make him peak as long as you’re leaning in for a lengthy, gentle kiss on the lips. For five minutes, it’s okay with him. Still thinks it’s a little loveless though, to just go back to whatever you were doing afterwards. The chaos and buckwild coordination he can handle, but not the lack of focus, focus of feeling. He wants the purity of ‚you and me‘ and especially some afterglow, and recharge time, sleep. So, quickies only go down whenever the two of you have some extra energy on that day.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bit of risk? Hell yeah. Just to be cheeky together. But real risk? Nope. He always chickens out. Say, doing something like wax play would turn him off. His expression always tells you what Lino will shy away from, and you take good care of him. Should that situation ever arise, and so far it hasn’t, something that would put you in harm’s way is an exceeding reason for Minho to firmly say no, let’s not do this, let’s do something else instead. On the other hand, his submissive side can handle any forfeit until exhaustion. It’s ironic. Minho is prone to say okay, so to speak, I’m gonna give up my body for this, I give you that power over me and the responsibility. That’s pretty trusting towards you, and you respect him for his found confidence.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Good endurance. Lee Know says he can be your lil’ plaything however you want it, and he knows why. Dance practice pays off. This is the guy who wrote `DRIVE´. Which is about going all night.  Well maybe not eight hours straight but you get the gist. What’s ever straight with Lee Know anyways. Long story short: He can give you what you need.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Okay, so, aside from the myriad of cute wearable animal ear varieties he owns? Cats, bunnies, puppy ears, everything? The image of Minho handling a bunch of strangely-shaped colorful items might be weird, but he does enjoy a little help from a silicone friend. First, he likes his tender back furiously blown out by a very specific strap that’s really pointy, smoothly textured, and jet black, curved upwards for that matter. It’s on the weekly to-do list. Minho likes to be pegged from behind with your arms wrapped underneath his chest, all until his legs give out. Shake. Him. Up.

Next, Minho has an almost compulsive habit of collecting vibrators almost as thick as your arm to shove down his throat on the regular. Minho puts up a camera to monitor his inch count progress. The bigger the shaft, the more wide-eyed the grimace. You always get new videos on your phone of him just gagging the shit out of himself with the latest grass green fucking dildo. He’s choking out rivers of spit while gargling a straight-up… 11-inch cob of corn. No pain, no gain. Until his own spit comes dripping out of his nose.

If there are no concerts or recordings coming up, he likes to deliberately train himself that way. If you come home to your hoarse boyfriend with swollen eyes, right out of the shower, you know what went down. New twenty-minute video available only for you. Today’s menu, vanilla cream popsicles with chocolate or strawberry filling that melts across his bottom lip, little by little. He’s creative, huh. Just enjoying himself doing his favorite thing and sharing it with you. It comes naturally. Minho doesn’t think much about it. He just likes to show you sexy oral stuff with toys, that’s all.

Lee Know gets even wilder when his object of desire is strongly vibrating. He does all kinds of things like twisting his head in a circle or letting it poke in his cheek. This guy has the craziest deepthroat skills ever. Only Felix surpasses him in terms of enthusiasm with endless depth, and nothing is as drooling as whatever Hyunjin is probably doing right now — but Minho is a high-speed master. He can ram it down until his Adam’s apple and continue thrusting it in. Everything caught on camera in decent lighting. He’s insane for this.

The „hm, mh, agh, gh, chh—“ noises itself are worth the watch already, like wow Minho is choking the alphabet for you how nice of him, and you do have to look for a safe place to check out his voice mails and very r-rated `attached files´. He’s always in tears or coughing a couple times when he’s finished, but damn this guy can keep his teeth apart and throw his head into it. Minho is so impressive and talented. What to even say. Legendary behavior.

Also, he buys anything that might make your ass feel good. Nothing huge, just nice little stimulation aids. Meanwhile, a classic hitachi… not his taste. Not handy enough, too large, that cable, the colors. Totally not his thing. The smaller versions also don’t look aesthetic to him, he thinks they’re so tacky. Instead, Minho buys you all kinds of vibrating eggs that he can hold against your clit. Elongated ones that fit his palm, in pastel or dark colors that look elegant and classy. For Valentine’s Day, Christmas, and Birthdays. He always thinks he’s doing the most risqué thing ever and almost panics on the inside when giving you the present, but his intuition is always right. You don’t like these presents: You love `em.

Nothing better than Minho kissing you lovingly, and a nice continuous buzz between your other lips. He loves to massage these kinds of eggs into your clit using small circles or very controlled back-and-forth rubs. This guy watches with an eagle eye how you’re feeling and what you need. Higher or lower vibration speed, a bit of spreading around of your wetness or some mid-buzz wiping down, a closer embrace or a minute without touch, the list goes on. Pleaser Minho… is a very sexy sight. What boyfriend material he is. Telling him you’re using his gifts to masturbate all the time and thinking of his body, no shit, it makes him shy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A balance of mutual teasing is just right. He likes to be put in his place, that’s the real deal: Teaching Minho a lesson about greed. Initially, he’s excited when your words and tone become suddenly explicit, graphic, and expose exactly what he was wishing for. „Minho… haven’t you picked pants a little too tight? You wanna be groped, do you. Not happening until we get home from date night. It’s another four hours in those slutty jeans. I’ll love looking at you from across the restaurant table“. Plus, you have some other punishments up your sleeve that hit bull’s eye without a fault. Who can guess what? Hint: It has to do with a strong fixation of his. Another hint: It all revolves around depriving him of it. No, it’s not orgasm denial. He can handle that. It’s a lot more specific. What if… butt hunter Minho gets deprived of ass! Oh yes. If you provoke, I revoke. Time to suffer, this one hits where it really hurts.

Handcuffing him to the bed frame so he can’t touch your ass all the way? Boss move, hundred percent effective. He’ll cry for your leniency. It will make him so drained and frustrated. Blindfolds, to make it worse? Not a single peak? Minho’s caving in. He’ll do anything you want. Or: No body contact at all, just a riding crop? Just say you want to wreck him and go. He’ll acknowledge: You know him well. In fact? You’ve out-teased Lino with the simplest tools and tricks. He could never. His obsession makes him so easy to control and destroy, it’s ridiculous. It’s such kryptonite to him, his schtick makes him look stupid. Your boyfriend is bound to his desire, so it’s no effort to bind him in return. Literally: This guy can get ready for some extra-accurate bondage work around his arms. Those won’t move around a single inch anytime soon. Whole-arm bondage is so underrated, by the way. It’s perfect for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

„Let me hear you“ might as well be your favorite thing to say. Heavenly moans combined with his stumbling voice that tells you just how much it gets to him. The more sadistic his dominant, the more of a box of surprises he becomes. If Minho’s dick hurts from all that it has to endure, and oh he’s loving it, the mix of little whimpers and „ah—!“ noises become a dulcet melody: As fitting for someone who sings so sweetly. He winds his torso left and right, the ache is so terrible, so good, so shocking. He can’t go without a little pain and spanking, he wants to be hit, he wants to hump your thighs while clothed so it’s extra frustrating: It’s what makes sex memorable to him. Lee Know is never at the top of his range, but his sounds are as passionate and genuine as they come. „Please… just slap my ass again, please!“

Minho, however, is not the type who wants to be pushed beyond a breaking point where he’s mindlessly screaming. That’s what Hyunjin and Han are for. The messy, destruction-craving subs incarnate. These two want to get absolutely demolished. Lino is set in place about his physical limit and wouldn’t want to transgress any of it like that. His mental threshold, however, he’s willing to explore and stretch in a way that’s healthy, positively nervous, and exciting. Exactly because Lee Know is a tough, cheeky nut to crack, you like him. His brattiness is sexy, especially since it dissolves into emotional surrender once your fingers hit the right spot in his prostate. Because he has that initial wall up, it’s all the more rewarding to see him submit totally and be weak.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Frequently wears long sleeves because you are so wild about biting his soft and juicy upper arms. He doesn’t know why you’re so fixated on doing that, but he’s starting to enjoy how pervy and vampire-like you are. Bangchan is kind of wondering, why is our dance legend covered in so much sweat, why does he cover up like that. Dear Chan, you innocent soul… There are some green and lilac marks on Lee Know’s body that the world should never see.

He’d rather sweat than show his twenty-four thigh hickeys or get his sleeves wet while scrubbing the dishes or washing his hair in front of the maknaes. Not his fault that you can’t stop marking him up, okay. He’s just a little guy from Gimpo trying to make a living with dancing in a group. Lee Know did no wrong. Except maybe simp over your ass a little too much, which is adequately punished. His obsession might as well be the reason why you bite back and see this brat whining over teeth marks on his legs and arms and waist. Taste of his own medicine — serves him well. And you get wet from hearing him moan when you bite him, so.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He got something for you. We all know Stray Kids have some of the finest guys with the finest bodies ever. Minho being a shower rather than a grower tends to be somewhat satisfied with his equipment. It curves out well from the side through his pants which has you teasing him a lot. That subtle arch you love.

Granted, he’s not walking around sized like Hyunjin who struggles with the lack of practicality resulting from that big ole thing he has to drag around 24/7. Lee Know is at home in the ubiquitous midrange. That helps, he’s really handy. Not too much girth to handle, and not too much prep needed.

He sure knows how to have it feel profound, still. While at the same time not making it weird with the angles, having his balls doing awkward stuff. He has that under control and you’ll feel amazing. The genius trick is, he’s gonna wear those type of pants where you can just leave your balls tucked inside except the rest. That keeps everything neat.

Although you don’t care, Minho is not a fan of his two contemporaries and likes to ignore them. Balls are too icky and unpredictable to him, Minho’s like why do they have to be designed like this, so he’d rather fuck with half of his clothes on. Which makes him the prime candidate for having sex at night when your bedroom cools down and especially in winter. Like a true Scorpio, duh, it’s his season.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always looks towards you because he’s too shy and reserved to figure it all out. He’s really observant, almost to a fault. Over time, he’s getting better and better at reading you in word and body language. Vice versa, you train yourself to judge if Minho will come home too exhausted after practice just by keeping your watch in mind, past 1-2 AM he will collapse into the pillows as soon as he walks into the bedroom. He’s too physically drained. It’s better to have a go at it in the morning, it’s much more smooth-sailing than your boyfriend trying to force himself.

As a rule of thumb, Minho will say ‚please‘ only once, but retreats in a visibly anxious manner if he ever happens to wildly misjudge your mood, which makes him guilty for asking to begin with. Taking this seriously is one of his most defining character traits. He likes asking you for a bit of making out on your bed sometimes, but apologizes with a bow in case you don’t want to or planned to do something else and he was unaware. „Sorry for bothering you. Sorry. It’s my bad.“

At the beginning of your relationship, he doesn’t know where to go and what to say or do afterward in case you said `no I’m busy,´ but you’re quick to engage him in a leg massage for you instead. You encourage him to place kisses everywhere on you, and you can continue to read what you’re reading, scroll through a feed, or type or fix something. Lee Know is quite like the cat that lays down on the owner’s lap when they’re working on something, it’s that kind of scene. Half an hour later, finishing with a cuddle, and sleep. No problem.

During other occasions, Minho wakes up to you clenching around him all soaking wet, moving about, panting, pushing back. At your house, he’s okay with you undressing him in his sleep and putting on a condom. He’s on board with you getting on top of him like that as well, although the sight of you like this has him so overwhelmed when he wakes up, he just can’t believe it. Minho feels like even casual wake-up sex is special and hot. He doesn’t think of it as performing a chore — „It’s just fun“. When you start the day like that, Minho feels an instant urge to coil into your nape with his face and start kissing your spine like crazy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Enters the dreamland after a vidid ten-minute talk. It all turns into a discussion of half an hour recently since there’s a lot on his mind and talking to himself half-dizzy is the way to go. You’re dozing off next to him, exhausted yourself, but undisturbed. Actually, soothed. Minho has a lot of positive things to say about his girlfriend and a nice voice to fall asleep to. He’s blabbering hilarious random things, too, like „I aspire to grow my butt as much as I can“ or „the makeup staff will think I’m a little weirdo when they see this bite mark tomorrow, uh-oh“.

Lee Know sleeps on his belly but seemingly shifts closer and closer to you as the minutes pass. A tiny attempt to have you big-spooning him, though he doesn’t fully roll himself up sideways like a baby shrimp. Still, you understand him intuitively, your body does, and Lee Know winds up with his purple hair all up in your face in the morning. He’s so nice and warm, he’s your pretty boy. If he needs an extra pillow, Minho winds up putting his plushies in a bundle and laying down on it which you find so cute.

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[intcritus]

( sms ): oh. my. god.

avellino knew that dominic would be busy today, his attention grabbed by errands and his paintings. which was never a real problem consider the rabbit had an odd schedule to begin with. but if he was being honest, he did miss his boyfriend. so because he was bored, sitting around his loft, he sends a rather risque photo of his jeans unbuttoned and a close up of his happy trail disappearing into his boxer briefs. it's not too much, but his fingers disappearing into said boxer briefs probably was. then he presses send.

while he doesn't expect an immediate response, it makes him grin when he gets one anyway. the text is in all caps, and avellino turns to laugh into his pillows, snorting at the text message.

( sms -> dom <3 ): guess you liked it, huh ? ( sms -> dom <3 ): i can send another one, maybe it'll inspire you further? <3

#🐇 ( avellino ic. ) ˑ » ᵈᵒᶰᵗ ᶠᵉᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᶜᵃʳʳᵒᵗˢˑ #lino vc: love you dom! enjoy uwu #prerodinu #👑ˑ » ( answered. ) ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉˑ

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More Than Just Friends — b.chris

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➮ werewolf!Chris × f!Reader wc: 7.4k summary: Chris is a werewolf. His best friend is well aware of this. But what she doesn’t know is that during his heat, he often pictures pinning her down and breeding her. When she comes back home the day before his cycle is due to start, Chris finds it hard to not give into his urges when he smells she’s ovulating. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural and lycanthropic themes, f2l (gasp and they were roommates); non idol au, werewolf au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, Chris struggles with his horny thoughts and controlling his urges but can you blame the poor guy? Being in heat probably sucks when you aren’t getting laid 💀, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip , @wh0r3mir4 Join the taglist! »» Closes tomorrow (30th) at 23:00 CST Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this was written partially for myself but also for my bestie, Sky. So you're welcome, bestie ily. We're nearing the end of this series so I'll take this time to announce that once I wrap up with Kinktober, the Tales from Camp Holiday Special will start back up with Jun and Vernon's part. If you’d like to sign up for the taglist, you can do so here. If you haven't read the first two installments, you can find those here. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about and read for SVT, you can read the OG Tales from Camp here! Thank you so much for reading and if you liked it, please consider supporting me on kofi (link on my pinned post) and reblogging or commenting! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a werewolf and he’s been dreaming about breeding his best friend. You don’t do that tho. You use protection), oral (both receiving), brat taming (f receiving), breeding, heat cycles, daddy kink, dom!Chris, sub!Reader, use of pet names (baby, babygirl, princess, etc), Chris is a very whipped man and loves Y/N very much. If I've missed anything, please let me know!

dialogue prompt: ❛ We’re not just friends and you fucking know it ❜

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Chris is normally a very patient man. He never rushes things, always preferring to take his time in everything he does. He’s always been able to keep his cool, even when things get… a little hairy. As a werewolf, he’s gotten pretty good at controlling his urges as well.

Chris can recall the exact moment everything changed. He can trace his werewolf lineage back to the Joseon period. He is descended from werewolves. There was no camping trip or fateful night where he was stalked and bitten or mauled by some wolf-man beast. 

He was born with his condition, the bloodline being passed down from father to son. The women in the family carried the gene but it was only dominant in males. Only males experienced the Change. Chris was around 11 or 12 when it first happened. He was sitting with some friends, playing video games in the basement when it happened.

He remembered the fever, the sweating, his vision blurring, and then everything went black. When he came to, it was the next morning and he was lying in bed, a cool towel on his forehead and the sun creeping into the room via his window. His mother, who had come to check on him and found him awake, called his father in and the both of them sat down and explained to Chris what was going on.

He was a werewolf. Of course, Chris didn’t understand but as the days turned into weeks, he started to notice the Change even more. His first full moon was approaching and he needed to prepare himself. He started to crave raw meat which his mother was able to provide in the form of rare steak. Chris had never eaten his steaks rare before that point.

Most of the changes were subtle and manageable. The big one was unavoidable. Chris’ first transformation was excruciating but he somehow managed to make it through to the morning and his father told him he had a month to recuperate before it happened again. Chris had hoped that was the end of the surprises but as he got closer to his second full moon, the heat started.

His father had mentioned it but the effects still caught him off guard. He was still only in the beginning stages of puberty so Chris still had a lot to learn about his own anatomy as well as his wolf side. His father assured him everything he was feeling was normal. Every male in the family had gone through this at some point in their lives.

As Chris got older, he was able to manage the changes but the one he still couldn’t seem to overcome other than his transformations was the heat. The intense arousal that seemed to take over all other senses. From sunup to sundown the entire week before his transformations. The urge to fuck anything with a pulse that smelled even remotely attractive.

It was agonizing.

It was worse when he started dating. Once a month, he had to close himself off from his girlfriend for a week. Most of his relationships ended because his partner couldn’t understand and how was he supposed to explain it? How could he explain that he was a werewolf? They’d laugh at him and call him crazy. No one other than his family would understand.

Or so he thought.

Chris was in college when he met you his sophomore year in his economics class. You’d come to class only a moment before the bell rang and despite plenty of seats to choose from, you picked the one next to him. Chris had tried to focus on the lecture but your perfume was enticing. He was close to his heat that day and having such a warm body that smelled as alluring as you did was a horrible combination for him.

He had missed a week of classes after that, emailing his professor who was all too aware of Chris’ nature and understood. Chris’ heat was more intense than any he’d experienced before and he couldn’t keep images of you, the sweet girl who sat next to him once, out of his mind. He hated himself for fantasizing about you, when he didn’t even know your name.

When he returned to class, you were there, in the same spot you’d been before. Chris took his seat in a different spot in an effort to avoid having to look at you for the week’s worth of shame he felt. After the lecture, Chris had hurried out of class to make way to the fitness center for his break between classes until he felt a gentle hand on his arm.

Turning around, he was met with the sight of your smiling face and enchanting scent. ‘Fuck.’

You explained how you noticed he was gone and took notes for him just in case he was sick and then proceeded to hand over a folder full of detailed notes from lectures for the entire week he missed. To say he was shocked was an understatement. Here was a girl who didn’t know his name and she managed to take not only her own notes and complete her own assignments but she took time out of each day to copy her own notes to give to him.

Who did that? Chris was a flabbergasted mess, blushing profusely as he tried to decline your more than generous offer but you didn’t take no for an answer. It was the start of something Chris would come to cherish more than anything else. An unlikely friendship.

Sophomore year at university ended and summer break came. Chris went home to visit his family but kept in touch with you. He wasn’t sure if things would remain the same come junior year but he was pleasantly surprised to walk into his first class of the semester to find you already seated towards the back and pulling out your laptop.

That year was full of study dates at the student cafe, attending football games and cheering for the other team since your university’s team sucked. The holidays brought with it snow and Chris decided to invite you to spend Christmas with his family after he learned yours was going overseas until after the New Year. The drive to Chris’ family home proved difficult as it was only a few days before his heat.

That was the year the truth came out. Chris finally told you everything. He was ashamed but you surprised him even more by accepting him and reminding him that there are some things he can’t control. Chris knew right then that you were going to be a constant in his life. He leaned more on you after that, feeling grateful for the little things you did for him.

Your bond and friendship was made stronger for it.

After graduating, Chris landed a job in the city and was excited when you said you’d be joining him. You both went apartment hunting, agreeing that sharing an apartment was more cost effective than getting two separate places. You both found the perfect one close to both your jobs and quickly settled into a routine. The real challenge came when Chris’ first heat rolled around.

He had a much harder time controlling his urges when you were constantly around and so for the first year, you would spend a week in a hotel but soon that proved to be more than your budget would allow. You were lucky to meet someone at work, a female coworker who understood more than anyone else since her own brother was also a werewolf and she had the room to let you stay for a week.

This had been your routine for the last three years.

“You got everything?” Chris called as you carried your bags out of your room and into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, playing a racing game, his headset resting around his neck. “Yeah,” you replied breathlessly. Chris paused the game and tilted his head back to look at you standing behind him. “You sure?” he asked.

It wasn’t unlike you to forget things and Chris knew this. There were more than a handful of times you’d left for work only to return a few minutes later because you forgot something. It was an endearing trait you had and Chris liked to tease you about it.

“Yes, dad,” you jokingly said, tousling his dark curls. The nickname was meant to be mocking and joking but it always made something stir in his stomach when you said it. Chris would never admit it, even if you were his best friend, but the thought of you calling him daddy lingered in his mind, even long after his heat had passed.

Likewise, you’d never admit it to him but you often thought about adding the extra syllable to the name, if only to see his reaction. Chris wasn’t aware of it but you knew all about his… inclination towards the title. He’d let it slip one night while you were drinking at home, celebrating a promotion with a couple bottles of wine.

[flashback]

“It’s not that bad!” you said in protest as Chris laughed harder, cheeks red from both the action and from the alcohol. “Honestly?” he asked, his laughter subsiding for only a moment. You nodded, your own cheeks warm. “Then it’s not really a degradation kink, is it?” Chris asked.

“It is! But it also feeds into my praise kink,” you said, your filter long gone as you raised your half empty bottle of wine to your lips. It was your second one and both you and Chris had agreed to forego the glasses, opting to drink straight from the bottles.

Chris’ laughter started up again. “Praise kink? Like ‘ oh wow, good job sucking dick?’” he asked through laughs. You narrowed your eyes. “No,” you retorted. “It’s more like ‘you’re doing so well,’ or ‘you take me so well,’” you explained. Chris cocked his head. “So if I were to call you a ‘good little slut’ that would do it for you?”

His question was meant to be curious but you couldn’t control the way your walls clenched around nothing. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself as you felt your core heat up, knowing it wasn’t entirely the alcohol’s fault.

There was no denying that your best friend was hot. He’d been hitting the gym since before you met and had probably one of the best bodies you’d ever seen. He was insanely attractive with his strong biceps, muscular thighs and well formed ass. The term cake didn’t even begin to cover it with Chris.

Not to mention those dark curls and dimples that had you weak the moment you met him all those years ago in college. You’d been smitten with him long before even learning his name. And as time went on, you just fell deeper and deeper in love with your best friend.

You couldn’t help it. He was everything you wanted in a man. He ticked every box on your list. He was attractive, funny, smart, kind, and he made you feel safe and secure. He gave the best hugs and he was the clingiest person you’d ever met but you wouldn’t change a single thing about him. Not even the werewolf side of him and the heat that kicked you out once a week.

“Yeah,” you said finally, grabbing the bottle of wine from him and taking a swig. Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, it’s not that bad,” he replied. “I like being called daddy so, who’s the real weirdo here?”

You froze mid sip, swallowing the wine thickly before your eyes settled on Chris who glanced back at you. “Daddy? Really?” you asked softly. He nodded as he reached for the bottle which you handed to him without a second thought. “Yeah. Weird, right?” he asked before taking a sip.

You leaned in, one hand resting on the back of the couch as you looked up into his face.

“Oh not at all,” you started as he brought the bottle down, resting it on his thigh. “Daddy.”

Chris’ eyes snapped up to meet yours, darkening slightly when he noticed the smirk on your face. The two of you stared at one another before he shook his head. “Don’t play with me,” he said, his voice thick. 

“You’re playing with fire.”

[present day]

The topic changed quickly after that and the next morning you woke with a headache and the knowledge that your best friend had a daddy kink. He of course didn’t remember a thing. Not the sultry stare off or how you almost made the mistake of kissing him that night.

“When are you leaving?” Chris asked, pulling you from your thoughts of the past. He’d taken your hand from his hair and was inspecting your palm, gently running the tips of his fingers over your skin. Something that normally calmed you down but with the memory fresh in your mind, it was having another effect on you entirely.

“Kara should be here soon,” you replied, gently pulling your hand from his grip and picking up your bags to move them towards the door. Chris said nothing, instead looking at the tv. 

He’d never admit it but he had half a mind to ask you not to go. To instead ask you to stay but he knew if you stayed, he’d be unable to control his urges. 

For the last year, he’d been having very intense fantasies about pinning you against the nearest surface and fucking you. Even worse, he had vivid fantasies of breeding you. About fucking you raw, knotting your warm cunt, and filling it with his hot cum.

The thought of his cock buried deep inside your walls as he emptied his balls and then his cock swelling so none of it could escape occupied his mind most of the time when his heat approached. The wolf in him wanted nothing more than to breed you, turn you into his little cum dumpster and pump you full of his cum, hoping it would take and get you pregnant.

Chris knew it was his animalistic instincts, wanting to mate and continue the bloodline. He’d been able to control these urges for the most part. He still masturbated to the thought of breeding you, hiding his shame for a few days. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about you like that but he also knew he couldn’t control what the wolf thought but he could control what he did physically.

“Now you’re sure you have everything?” he asked. You nodded, looking down at your bags. “I’m sure,” you replied. A buzzing interrupted you and you gave your roommate a sheepish smile, moving to answer the intercom. “Come on up,” you said, pressing the button when Kara identified herself.

Chris got up and walked over to the door. It only took a couple minutes for Kara to reach the door, knocking when she did. You opened it and smiled at her, having just finished putting your shoes on. “Hey,” you greeted your coworker who smiled back.

“All ready?” Kara asked. Chris watched as you nodded and started to lift your bags. Kara taking a couple of them. “I’ll see you in about a week,” you said, turning to Chris who stepped down into the entry, hands in his pockets. 

“There’s leftovers in the fridge, just reheat them. Do not cook,” you instructed and Chris rolled his eyes. “You act like I can’t cook,” he mused and you raised your brows. “Have you eaten anything you’ve ever made?” you asked, jokingly. Chris nudged you playfully.

“Make sure to drink water and please do not destroy anything,” you said, holding your hands together in a silent prayer. Chris rolled his eyes, pulling his hands from his pockets and pulled you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” he muttered.

Chris inhaled slowly. He loved the scent of your perfume. It was a scent he’d grown very fond of. His arms tightened around you. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stay but you both knew if you did, he might not be able to control himself.

“See you in a week,” you said softly, giving him a small squeeze. Chris reluctantly let go of you, forcing a smile when you pulled back to look at him. “Take care of her,” he said to Kara who sent him a sympathetic smile. “Of course,” she answered. “You take care of yourself too,” she added.

You grabbed the last bag, slinging it over your shoulder and looked back at Chris one last time, giving him an apologetic smile. He waved as you crossed the threshold into the hall and just like that you were gone for a week.

Another week of an empty apartment. Another week of hell without you.

Chris returned to his game, his heart not really in it as he half-assed his way through the campaign before logging off and shutting the tv down. He went to his room to try and get some work done but found that he couldn’t focus.

He was getting restless and he knew one of two things that could help.

He changed into some of his workout gear, grabbing his headphones, phone, and water bottle, and exited the apartment to head to the building’s gym. He usually could push through an hour workout and it usually managed to take the edge off.

He followed his usual routine, stretching, some light cardio followed by weights and then a walk to cool down. As he was on his walk, the door to the gym opened and another tenant came in. Chris had seen her before. She lived on the fourteenth floor. She had recently changed her hair from blonde to a medium brown with highlights. She had her hair pulled up into a ponytail and was dressed in a black sports bra and black leggings.

She looked up to where Chris was, smiling shyly at him as she made her way over to one of the bicycle machines. Chris returned the smile and looked down at the machine controls. He had about ten minutes left on his walk and then he could hit the showers and head back to his apartment and it would be dinner time.

He tried not to notice the scent of the other tenant’s perfume or the way he could smell  sweat starting to permeate the air. He closed his eyes, keeping his hands on the rails as he walked, willing time to move faster. ‘Eight minutes,’ he told himself, peeking at the timer.

He looked up and made eye contact with the woman who had gotten off the bicycle to fill her bottle. She was looking directly at him and Chris couldn’t control the way his body reacted. Heat radiated throughout his body, settling in the pit of his stomach, his dick twitching in his pants.

‘Come on,’ he scolded himself. ‘She’s looking at you. It’s not like she’s flirting. Calm the fuck down.’

Chris looked back up, finding she was still staring at him. ‘Shit.’ He glanced at the timer and saw he had five minutes left. ‘Fuck this. I’m done anyway,’ he told himself as he pushed the stop button. He couldn’t risk popping a boner in the gym simply because a woman looked at him.

He’d shower back at the apartment.

He sprayed a paper towel and quickly wiped down the machine before grabbing his things and heading for the door. He pushed open the door and exited quickly, heading to the elevator and pressing the call button. He waited, shifting from one foot to the other.

He could hear footsteps, and silently prayed for the elevator to arrive sooner. He let out a breath he forgot he was holding as the doors dinged and opened. He stepped into the small room, waving his card over the reader and pressing the button for his floor.

As the doors started to close, a hand shot out to stop them and Chris internally cursed as the woman stepped onto the elevator. He forced a smile, moving into the corner as she waved her card, pressing the button for the fourteenth floor.

The door slowly slid shut, closing them both in and Chris stared at the counter above the doors, ignoring the woman completely. Her floor would come before his. He just had to be patient.

“Hey,” a soft voice said and Chris knew she was speaking to him. He turned his head to find her looking at him. “Hi,” he replied. “I’ve seen you around a few times,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. Chris nodded. “I’ve lived here for a few years,” he admitted.

‘Come on, come on,’ he thought impatiently as the counter continued to rise. “I’m new to the area,” she said suddenly. “Are you from around here?” she asked. Chris nodded wordlessly, keeping his gaze on the numbers over the elevator doors.

“Maybe you could show me around some time,” she offered, moving closer. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed mentally. She was close enough that he could smell the arousal wafting off her. ‘No, no, no,’ he told himself. The moment her hand touched his arm, Chris jumped just as the doors opened on the thirteenth floor.

‘Fuck this’ he thought and pushed past as someone else stepped onto the elevator and he walked down the hall, heading for the stairwell. He’d rather walk than be trapped in a steel box with a horny woman this close to his heat.

Once he finally reached his floor, he made sure the floor was deserted as he headed for the door, letting himself in. He could breathe easily as he kicked his shoes off and headed past the kitchen, dropping his  water bottle on the counter as he headed for his room.

He stripped and got into the shower, turning the water on, letting the stream heat up and wash his body. Once he was done showering, he got out, dressed and sat down at his computer, putting his headset on and turning on some music and getting a headstart on some work.

When his stomach growled, he cursed, pulling his headphones off and got up, exiting his room and making his way into the kitchen. He grabbed one of the glass containers from the fridge and pulled it out to inspect it. ‘Lasagna,’ he noted with a smile as he took the lid off and scooped the contents out onto a plate to heat it up.

Once the food was hot, he carefully pulled the plate out and took a seat at the kitchen counter, grabbing a fork as he did and started to eat. He was eternally grateful for you, making food for him when you left for a week. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cook, he could. He just preferred it when you did.

As he chewed, he wondered what you were up to with Kara. Were you eating dinner as well?

“I can’t believe he still thinks you’re a lesbian,” Kara said, giggling as you took a sip of your wine. “I’ve told him numerous times I’m not,” you replied. “I don’t understand why he still thinks that.”

Kara shook her head. “Who knows,” she replied, glancing down at her empty glass. “Oh, time for a refill!”

She got up, waiting for you to down the rest of your wine and took your empty glass to the kitchen to refill them both. The two of you had ordered pizza, neither one of you wanted to cook, especially after you had cooked an entire week's worth of meals for Chris.

“What do you think Chris is up to?” Kara asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Oh, he’s probably playing video games,” you replied as Kara poured your favorite wine into your glass and placed the bottle back in the fridge. She walked back over with both glasses, handing yours over as she took a seat.

“So,” she started, taking a sip of her wine. “Let me see this presentation,” she added and you set your glass down, rushing over to your laptop bag and pulling it out, moving back to sit on the couch, setting your laptop on the coffee table.

Kara continued sipping on her wine as you opened your laptop and logged on. You signed into and pulled up the presentation powerpoint you’d been working on all week for Monday’s meeting. It wasn’t anything fancy but you were pretty proud of it.

Kara looked over it, complimenting your skills and work, making small comments on certain parts. “I really like this,” she said, pointing at one of the slides. “You really made a good point here.” You felt pride swell in your chest until your laptop dinged, a small notification indicating your battery was low.

“I swear, the battery on this thing dies so fast,” you groaned as you got up and headed over to your bag to grab the charger. You unzipped the pocket only to find your charger wasn’t there. “What the…” you trailed off, starting to check all the pockets of your laptop bag but no charger in sight.

“What’s wrong?” Kara asked. “I can’t find my charger,” you replied. “Did you bring it?” Kara asked, getting up from her seat and walking over. “I thought I did,” you replied, feeling annoyed and angry with yourself for forgetting when Chris had asked you multiple times if you had everything.

“You can use mine,” Kara said but you shook your head. “You have a Macbook,” you reminded her. “This is an HP.” Kara swore under her breath. “I gotta go back home,” you said softly. Kara looked up at you. “Are you sure?” she asked. You nodded.

“I need that charger,” you answered. “Especially if I’m gonna be here for a week.” Kara nodded and got up. “I’ll drive you,” she said and you shook your head. “You’ve had like a whole bottle,” you reminded her. “I’ve only had a glass. I’ll drive. You stay here. I’m just gonna run back and get it and then I’ll be back.” Kara nodded as she grabbed her keys and handed them to you.

“Be careful,” she said as you grabbed your purse, making sure you had your phone. You headed to the door, slipping your shoes and coat on. “I’ll be back in a bit,” you called and exited her apartment, making your way to the elevator and pushing the button.

You fished your phone out of your purse, opened Chris’ message thread and sent him a text.

You: i did what i said i wouldn’t. I forgot my laptop charger 💀

You: i’m on my way back to get it.

You: i’ll be quick. Just in and out

Placing your phone back in your purse, you stepped onto the elevator, pushing the button for the garage and waited as the doors shut and the lift descended, heading for the basement. You found Kara’s car, unlocking it and getting in.

The drive to your apartment didn’t take long and you pulled into the designated parking space in your garage, parking and shutting off the engine. You got out, leaving your purse in the car and locking it. ‘In and out, Y/N,’ you reminded yourself as you headed for the elevator.

The ride up to your floor was quiet, the sun had set and most people were already out enjoying the Friday nightlife. The elevator dinged, doors opening as it arrived on your floor and you stepped off the lift, heading for your apartment door.

You unlocked it, letting yourself in. You expected to see Chris but didn’t see him perched on the couch playing games. ‘Maybe he’s in his room,’ you told yourself as you walked through the apartment and to your room.

Turning on the light, you saw the culprit lying innocently on your desk and you glared at it, walking over to grab it and headed towards the door. As you exited your room, you heard Chris call out.

You turned the knob and looked into his room. “I thought I heard you, he said with a chuckle. “I sent you a text,” you answered, peering into his room. He was sitting at his computer, headphones hanging around his neck as he finished whatever he was working on.

“Forget something?” he asked, sounding amused at your forgetfulness. You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied. “I forgot my laptop charger,” you answered. Chris turned to look at you. “It’s always something,” he joked and you smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” you said, chuckling. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.” Chris smiled as he removed his headphones from around his neck, looking over at you. “It’s fine,” he said softly, moving to get up. You pushed the door open further as he approached you. “Do you need anything before I leave?” you asked.

Chris opened his mouth to respond but a sudden strong smell hit him. It was like someone had opened a bottle of vanilla extract and placed it under his nose. He knew that smell all too well. It made every nerve in his body burn. It made his pupils enlarge, his throat burn, and an intense heat form in the pit of his stomach. Lust and desire burned, the line blurring into the primal need to mate.

You hadn’t been careful enough. Neither of you had but then again this had never happened before. How didn't this come up? How hadn’t this happened before? Three years living together and this had never, ever happened? Either you were very lucky or you were always away when it happened.

Chris’ fingers curled into his palm, knuckles turning white as his nails dug into his skin in an attempt to ground himself but what normally worked had never been tested in this situation before.

Chris was about to start his heat and you… you were ovulating.

You watched as your best friend froze. “Chris?” you asked softly. You were surprised when he looked at you, his eyes darkening. “You need to leave,” he said, his voice low and dangerously so. “Chris? What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a step forward.

“Don’t!” your best friend growled. You froze, eyes widening. He’d never spoken to you like that before. “Chris you’re starting to worry me, what’s wr—” before you could finish your question, your best friend had closed the distance and grabbed you, pinning you against the wall next to the door.

“Chris!” you gasped, hands moving to his shoulders, gripping his shirt. “What’s gotten into you?”

His heat was close but it wasn’t supposed to start yet. He’d always been good about controlling his urges so what was different this time?

“I’m sorry,” Chris said softly, his head drooping as he struggled against his own urges. “This has never happened before.” You tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you were. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve always had a hold of yourself,” you continued. “You’re ovulating,” Chris interrupted. Your eyes widened.

“H-how did you know?”

Chris chuckled dryly. “I can smell it,” he answered. One of his hands moved up to your cheek as he raised his head. “I can smell it and it’s driving me crazy,” he continued. You felt one of his knees wedge between your thighs, pressing against your core. “It’s making me want to do things to you.”

You felt a shiver run up your spine. ‘Do things? What kind of things?’

“L-like what?” you whispered, swallowing thickly.

Chris leaned in, nuzzling against your cheek as his lips ghosted over your skin, stopping near your ear. “Would you be mad if I said exactly what I wanted to do to you?” he asked softly. You shook your head. Though you wouldn’t say it, you welcomed it, wondering just what was going on in his head.

“Tell me,” you replied.

You felt Chris nuzzle into your neck, sniffing eagerly. “I want to rip those cute lace panties of yours and stuff that sweet little pussy with my cock.” As if punctuating his words, Chris leaned in, pressing his thigh more firmly against your core.

You let out an involuntary whimper, causing him to groan in your ear. “I want to…” he trailed off. “No, I need to pin you down on the bed,” he said, making you gasp as he pressed his thigh even harder against you. 

“Pin you down and fuck you until I fill you with so much cum. I need to breed you.,” he continued, lips ghosting over your skin. “Breed you like you’re the one in heat.” You let out another gasp, feeling one of his hands move to grab your ass, sneaking under your skirt.

“And of course you had to wear a skirt, didn’t you?” he growled. “I bet you knew it would drive me crazy. That I’d be able to smell everything.” You moaned into his ear as his hand continued to knead your ass, nails digging into your flesh 

“I’ll bet you planned this, didn’t you? I bet your laptop charger isn’t even here,” he scoffed as if it wasn’t lying on the floor in the hallway where you’d dropped it. “Chris,” you whined, moaning as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. “Oh shit,” he groaned.

“Say my name like that again,” he dared you. “Say that again, baby. Moan my name and I’ll take you right now.”

A thick silence fell over the two of you as Chris pulled back, eyes searching your face, neither one speaking nor making a move until you finally cleared your throat and spoke. “Chris, we can’t,” you started, looking between his eyes. “W-we’re friends,” you added, letting out a yelp as Chris quickly backed up to create enough space to turn you around to face the wall before pinning you against it, pressing his erection into your back.

“You feel that?” he asked, grinding against you. “You feel what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me since that first day in economics?” he asked. “I’ve wanted you ever since you sat next to me. Wanted to fuck you raw and pump you full.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,” he growled in your ear. Moaning, you pushed back against him, earning another deep growl.

“Don’t play with me,” he snapped. “I’m not playing…” you trailed off. “Daddy.” The name caused a chain reaction. Chris wrapped an arm around your waist from behind, lifting you easily and carrying you over to his bed where he deposited you face down.

You tried to turn over but he was quick to stop you, pushing your skirt up to expose your lace covered core. He quickly grabbed the material and tugged, ripping it easily. “Chris!” you gasped but the next second you were crying out as he landed a slap to your ass.

“Don’t speak until I tell you to,” he growled. You felt his fingers glide up and down your slit, gathering your arousal before pushing into your cunt. You let out a groan as he started to slowly pump his fingers before removing them. “Chest to the bed,” Chris instructed. “But keep your ass up.”

You did as he said, lowering your shoulders until your chest rested against the mattress. In that time, Chris removed his hat, tossing it aside as he knelt on the mattress behind you, hands grabbing your hips. He leaned closer, taking a deep inhale. “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this pussy,” he growled. His tongue ran along your slit, from your clit up and back down, toying with the bundle of nerves, his nose bumping against your entrance.

Your fingers dug into the sheets as you moaned, pushing back against his face. Chris pulled back delivering a sharp smack to your thigh. “Hold still,” he barked. “Do that again and I’ll fuck your hole and not let you cum.”

You whined, wiggling your hips in a silent plea for more. Chris pushed you onto your side before flipping you onto your back, grabbing your hips and pulling your core to his face, burying it in your pussy, tongue ravishing your clit. Your thighs tried closing but Chris wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding them open as he licked at and sucked on your clit, drawing you closer to your climax.

“Shit, Chris!” you gasped, your hand moving to comb through his curls.

“M’gonna cum.”

Chris didn’t relent, flicking his tongue against your clit until you came undone under him, crying out as your orgasm crashed over you. You tried to shy away from his mouth but he held you still, never stopping as he drew you to another orgasm.

As you came down from the second, he finally let go of your thighs, pulling back to wipe his chin and taking ahold of the collar of his shirt and yanking it off over his head, tossing it aside. “I want you to ride my tongue but it’ll have to wait,” he said in a husky voice as his hands moved to undo his jeans, unbuckling but not removing his belt before unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper of his pants.

“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand and pulling you up when you took it. “Open your mouth,” he added as he pushed his jeans down around his thighs. You did as he asked, keeping your gaze on his face as he pulled his erection free from the confines of his underwear.

“Keep your mouth open for me,” he added, taking his cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes before guiding the tip past your lips, the weight heavy on your tongue. His free hand moved to your hair, taking a fistful and guiding your head. “Get to work, baby girl,” he murmured.

“Show daddy how you use your mouth.”

Your scalp stung, eyes watered and your throat hurt by the time Chris finally pulled your mouth off him. He’d forced his cock down your throat more than once and even fucked your throat a few times, making you gag. What little makeup you had on was ruined, tear stained cheeks and swollen lips but to Chris you were stunning.

“Lay back for me,” he ordered, discarding his pants and underwear, watching as you pulled your top off and threw it aside, scooting into the middle of his bed. Chris crawled over you, taking your lips in a searing kiss as his hands pushed your knees apart to accommodate him.

Your hands moved to his hair as he guided the head of his cock to your dripping entrance, pulling back just enough to make eye contact. “I want to watch your face as I enter you,” he growled. “Watch your eyes roll back into your head as I fill you with my cock.”

You moaned loudly as he pushed into you, stretching your cunt with his girth, inch by inch until he was buried inside your walls, groaning about the warmth and how tight you felt. It was taking all his strength to not start slamming into you immediately.

“I’m gonna give you a few minutes to adjust and then I’m gonna hold you down against this mattress and fuck you until you cum,” he gave you a shallow thrust, enjoying the gasp that escaped you. “And then I’m going to flip you over, ass up and fuck you until I cum and fill this pussy. You understand me?”

You nodded silently but that wasn’t good enough for him. Chris grabbed your face. “When I ask you a question, you answer me with your words. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “Yes, what?” he asked, tilting his head. “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. Chris let go and smirked down at you. “Good girl.”

No sooner than the words left his lips, his hands were on your hips, holding them in place as he started to pull out and snap his hips against yours, driving his cock into your cunt repeatedly. Your thighs tightened around his waist, prompting him to growl and halt his movements.

You were about to ask what the problem was when he took your ankles and placed your legs over his shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel more, moaning louder when he pounded into you harder. “Oh holy shit,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit the soft gummy spot that had you seeing stars.

“Right there?” he asked, angling his hips and hitting the same spot, making you cry out.

He repeatedly hit the same spot over and over, moving his hand to rub circles against your clit with his thumb. “That’s it princess,” he huffed. “Cum all over daddy’s cock.” You let out a mewl, walls fluttering as you came. One of your hands moved to grab Chris’ wrist, trying to ground yourself as the aftershocks of your orgasm rolled over you.

With each pass over your clit with his thumb, Chris watched your body seize up and chuckled before pulling his cock from your abused hole.

He quickly turned you over, pulling your hips up and taking himself in his hand, stroking a couple times before pushing back into you. This position allowed for all of his cock to fit inside you, making you moan into the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric.

Chris took your hips in his hands, pulling out and snapping forward, his hips hitting your ass with each thrust. He set a relentless and merciless pace, grunting with effort as he slammed into you. The sheets muffled your cries and screams of pleasure as he allowed his animalistic urges to take over.

‘Breed. Breed. Breed,’ the beast in his mind said. Chris let out a low groan, almost like a growl as he pounded into you. Leaning over your back, he slammed his hips into you, burying his cock deep inside your walls before he started to roll his hips, earning a deep moan from you.

“Once I’m done with you,” he panted. “You aren’t going anywhere. You’ll stay here and I’m going to fuck you raw every night. Pump you full of cum and breed you. Fill you with so much cum it’ll have to take. Fuck you until I get you pregnant and then you’ll be mine.”

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock. You felt his hand in your hair, fingers curling into a fist before he pulled back, lifting your face from the sheets and allowing your moans to fill the room. “You want that, baby? You want daddy to turn you into his little breeding bitch?”

“Oh fuck, daddy yes!” you whimpered. “Please fill me!” Chris growled, letting go of your hair and moving his hand to your shoulder, pinning your chest down. You turned your head to the side, each thrust drawing a whimper from you.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you baby girl, cum inside you until it spills out and then I’ll just push it all back in,” he grunted. “Don’t want to waste a single drop.” Your hand moved to grab the wrist of his hand that was pressed against the mattress near your head.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “You’re mine. All mine and no one else’s.” You lifted your head, managing to turn and make eye contact with him. “I’ve always been yours, daddy,” you breathed. Chris growled, pressing his chest against your back and sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock as he rammed into you over and over. He lifted his head, lips close to your ear. “Mine,” he growled. “Mine, mine, mine!”

You pushed back to meet his thrusts and screamed as he slammed into you one last time, groaning into your ear as he came, releasing thick strands of hot cum into your cunt. You moaned as more and more cum spilled into your pussy. You had never known a man to have that much cum but then again, Chris wasn’t an ordinary man.

At the same time he was emptying his load into you, his cock started to swell inside, lodging itself in your walls. “Chris,” you whimpered. “What’s—” You heard him shush you, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “It’s normal. It’s my body’s way of ensuring it takes.”

“Ensuring what takes?”

Chris chuckled, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Ensuring my cum gets you pregnant,” he answered. You let out an uneasy chuckle. “And if it doesn’t take?” you replied. Chris hummed and pressed several more kisses against your shoulder before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep trying then.”

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[imrllytootiredforthis]

you know how cats like when you scratch above their tailbone

that but with lee know, like

if your fucking him from behind, just scratch and stroke over his tailbone, its enough to get him coming untouched

and the way he mewls like a kitten...

kitty~

lee know x reader

warnings: dom reader, sub lee know, reader fucking him though could be w a strap or a dick, cumming untouched, kitty lino, idk what else

a/n: help, help, help, anon you are 😵‍💫🙏, this is really short and kinda shit bc i haven't written in forever but found this in my inbox and couldn't resist

it happens when you're fucking into him, ass up and head buried into the pillows bc poor baby is too embarrassed to let you hear the downright slutty whines and pleads dripping from his lips one after another as you ram into prostate over and over.

any other day you'd tug him up by his hair, wrap your hand around his throat and pull his back flush to your chest. making his head spin by placing your lips beside his ear, teeth nipping at his earlobe while you whispered such dizzying things to him.

but you're feeling nice today-or cruel.

with you, he finds that the two are often intertwined; one and the same really. able to bring him to the brink of insanity, leaving him drowning in the pool of your desire.

mercy is delivered in the form of sweet words and honeyed praises that seep into his skin, making him delirious like venom. and mercy is injected into him in the cruel way you thrust, pulling hoarse whines from him with every jolt of your hips: rough, demanding, animalistic, just the way he likes it.

"oh kitty~" you coo, and he mewls, proving the point you've made. "so pathetic." and you were right. you make him feel like he's melting, drooling into a puddle for you to mold and remake into whatever you pleased.

you sigh, "so messy," another truth, you were almost worried for your sheets with the amount of pre-cum he was leaking. "you gonna purr for me next? like a good kitty?"

he clenched around you, delightfully so.

he just looks so much like a cat right now.

the cat ears you had so lovingly placed in his hair, matching in colour so well they fit in seamlessly they might as well be real.

the way his hips sway, grinding back onto you to match your thrusts. you swear if he had a tail it would be flicking back and forth. wrapping around your thigh or ankle, trying to find some form of holding onto you- stay sane in the depths of this haze.

you were sure if he could purr, it would be loud enough for you to hear no matter how much he'd try to hide them. you could still hear his muffled mewls and cute hiccupy gasps even now.

just like a cat.

your pretty kitty, your lino.

and maybe...just maybe...

experimentally, cautiously (because much like a cat, you knew he didn't need to be provoked much to bite) you pressed your hand, lightly against his tailbone.

his reaction was immediate, and obvious, startlingly so.

his back arched. his thighs trembling, keening as he pressed back against you, grinding needily, like he couldn't get enough, like he could never get enough.

so you pressed slightly harder, rubbing small circles to the area, ripping high desperate mewls as he spasmed around you. unable to help his head snapping back, looking at you with wide, watery eyes as he came, dirtying the already ruined bedding with his spend.

you couldn't bring yourself to care at this point.

and he couldn't either.

you hummed, amused as you watch him slump onto the dirtied sheets, completely boneless. a quiet cry following when you slipped out of him.

"well that's something new~"

"-you...-you are never doing that again." he huffs, quietly, with little deliberation. with just enough force, in a way that you know he's going to be begging for it in less time than one may think with a stubborn, steadfast man such as your lino.

you only laughed and he shuddered at the sound.

"we'll see, kitty."

a/n: please, please give me a little slack if this is awful-the thoughts took over i wrote this in like half an hour in a moment of weaknessssss😫 i can't control them anymoreeeee

also ik i have a taglist i'll prolly get that out later today if i ever get it out at all😭

#inbox💌 #hard thoughts #dom reader #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #sub stray kids #stray kids hard thoughts #sub lee know #sub kpop #sub idol #lee know x reader #lee know smut #minho x reader #minho smut #sub minho #sub skz #sub!minho #sub!skz #sub!stray kids #dom!reader

[a-prekliatyvlk]

“I wanna know who decided to look at a pancake and decide 'let’s give it jiggle physics’.” ( dom / 'lino )

"You are too cute môj drahý manžel." Dom found himself pausing, the words seeming to find their way from his lips most often then not but he wasn't going to tell Lino what they meant. He was too scared to draw him away.

Mine.

Even then his body was screaming mine and his head was saying no. Lino was his own person, he wasn't owned even if Dom wanted it to be so.

"It's good though right? Even if it jiggles alot jiggles and you still eat it." He teased just a little before glancing down to his food with a soft little chuckle to himself. He shouldn't be teasing but it felt too good not too.

#Fucking love them your honor// #fuck me// #dcwnrisen #(Dom and Lino ship tag) #╳+┤This is a Hym for the Hymless+├+╳+(Asks) #(Asks // Dominic) #(Verse // How at the Moon)

[gimmeurtmi]

of lipstick stains and zipper games — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom!minho, teasing in public, marking, biting, use of “good girl,” “brat,”, minho calls reader “bunny” agenda, oral (m. receiving), mean!dom, praising, sorta dom drop, mushy at the end bc i can’t write something filthy without that, strength kink if you squint

inspo: the zipper™️, as well as @lino-nyangi’s beautiful brain. we yelled at each other about this until we both cracked and now i’ve lost my mind. we each ran with this plot as far as we could go, so here’s joo’s version of minho and lipstick stains. 🫶🏻

notes: i feel like i should apologise, but he did this to us. stylist noona, i will give you anything you ask for.

{ wc: 4698 }

you agreed to meet at the party as your friends were all getting ready together and minho was going to be late anyway because of his schedule cutting a bit close to the start time.

so when minho did finally arrive, you let out an audible gasp when you saw his outfit. the way the black fabric wrapped around his biceps, the black necklace, the baggy pants and the big belt. your eyes scanned all of him—from the way his hair was pushed away from his face to the rings on his finger.

and then you saw the big silver zipper in the middle of his shirt, practically calling your name.

you stood up from the couch you were perched on and walked right up to your boyfriend, grabbing his hand wordlessly and taking him somewhere. anywhere.

a room. some room.

you slammed the door shut before pushing your boyfriend up against the wall—his eyes big and wide in front of you.

you weren’t sure who’s room you were in, but it didn’t matter to you, the sight of his outfit was enough to push your brain into tunnel vision mode. and minho was the only thing you could see.

“hello to you, too,” minho said. you weren’t listening to the smirk in his tone, and he could clearly see that, as he followed your eyes and their journey across his chest. “you like the outfit.”

“i like your chest,” you said, shamelessly, running a finger across the exposed skin.

minho chuckled, bringing his arm around your back and pulling you closer. the sudden movement, and your lack of focus, caused you to stumble forward—instinctively steadying yourself with a hand on his chest.

you looked up, minho’s eyes right in front of yours. he had the upper hand, like he always did, and his eyes were sparkling down at you. proudly.

but underneath your palm you could feel a loud and steady beat telling you otherwise. a small secret only you know, one that minho trusts you with.

you smile up at him for a second before looking at your hand—your secret holder—and rubbing your thumb across his chest lightly. then you move your hand as you feel around his muscles, admiring the work he does on his body.

“wanna kiss…” you mumble, so softly you don’t even realise you spoke your thoughts out loud.

a finger wraps around your chin, tilting your head upwards and snapping you out of your daze. only to be met with minho’s eyes, glazed over and pupils wide, casting another spell on you.

minho leans forward, trying to capture your lips, but you pull back.

his eyebrows lift upwards as he whines.

“my lipstick,” you explain.

“you just said you wanted a kiss,” he argues.

“oh,” you feel a blush creeping up your neck at the knowledge he heard you, “t-that’s not what i meant.”

minho cocks his head to the side curiously.

“i wanted to kiss you,” you explain. he doesn’t seem to understand, but leans forward to accept this kiss. you push him back.

“i meant your chest,” you confess slowly.

minho laughs, eyes disappearing for a moment before he looks at you—smile wide on his face.

“so you really like the outfit,” he confirms. “i should keep it.”

“who gave it to you?” you ask, finger trailing up and down against the zip line.

“hyunjin,”

“i should go thank hyunjin then,” you nod, giving minho a small smile before walking away.

you’ve barely turned away from him before the grip on your back tightens and he’s once again pulling you closer, flush against his body.

“aren’t you going to thank me first?”

“thank you for what?”

“just for looking so good,” he smirks.

“i don’t remember saying you look good,” you narrow your eyes at him.

he laughs. “you didn’t need to say anything, bunny. you’re drooling.”

“i am not drooling,” you protest.

minho cocks his eyebrows up in a silent challenge, finger wrapping around the zipper. he’s just holding it, and you know what he’s trying to do, so you will your eyes to lock with his. don’t look down.

you hear the zipper slowly moving down and then his finger is trailing against your cheek and you can’t help it. you need to see more of him.

you let your hands see first, trailing them up his stomach until they slip into the shirt and onto his warm skin, muscles hard and sculpted underneath your touch. you trail your hands to his sides, where his waist dips and his chest swells and that’s when you lose all semblance of self control.

you lean down and press a kiss onto his chest, at the small dip his pec makes. you kiss his skin again and again, pulling away slightly to be greeted by the sight on his chest. a deep red kiss, almost perfectly shaped, sitting oh so proudly against his smooth skin.

the excitement swirling in your stomach soon turns into guilt, for ruining the perfect surface of his chest, and so you bring your finger up to clean the stain off.

minho grabs onto your wrist so tight it almost hurts, pulling your hand away from him.

“don’t touch it,” he says, firmly. you quip your brows up at him.

a moment passes in silence, minho’s chest rising up and down quickly.

you break away from his stare, so intense it heats up your cheeks, and look back at the stain you left.

you decide the kiss looks lonely, and lean down to add another kiss right below his nipple.

you can hear minho exhale weakly.

this kiss left the perfect stain—and you smile softly to yourself. minho clears his throat to say something, but you won’t be listening. instead you ghost your lips higher, to the middle of his left pec and suck on the skin.

minho almost squeaks in response.

you bite his skin in between your teeth before releasing it, gleaming at the red splotch. some of it is your lipstick, some of it is the bruise slowly growing darker.

for good measure, for pure symmetry, you do the same next to the other kiss—your tongue flicking against his nipple before you suck on the skin right below it.

minho is ticklish on his sides, and so sensitive, so he makes a sound between a sigh and a giggle and a moan, causing you to laugh against him.

he jolts.

but he doesn’t say anything—no teasing remark, no smug retort, he just lets you decorate his skin.

you aren’t satisfied yet, and with your hands steadying you against him—planted low on his hips—you wrap your lips around the zipper. catching it in between your teeth, you slowly push it downwards, nudging the fabric away with your nose before attaching your lips to his stomach.

you keep going, minho making no move to stop you. in fact, he’s all but frozen against you, the only sign of life are the small sighs and whines coming from above you.

you sink down onto your knees, hands sliding down to stable yourself against his thighs.

you pepper soft kisses above his belt, so soft they don’t leave any mark, before you bite onto the skin just above his hip bone. his skin is taut, especially around his pelvic bone—so you don’t have much to tug on before minho whimpers at the sudden pain. you lick over the small marks your teeth left, kissing him soothingly, leaving another kiss behind.

bzzzzz.

a loud vibration against your hands causes you to jump, instantly breaking the trance you were under. you move to get up, but minho places a hand on your shoulder keeping you in place.

he takes his phone out of his pocket, answering the call. all he says is sure. then the phone is back in his pocket and he’s looking down at you.

his fingers sink into your hair.

“wanna explain yourself, bunny?”

“i, well, the outfit is just—“

“—shhh,” he cuts you off, fingers cupping your chin. he rubs his thumb against you, his actions soothing. his eyes screaming condescending. so does his voice when he says, “no thoughts left in your little brain?”

“i’m sorry, min,” you blush. you’re not sure if it’s his tone or finally stepping away enough to see his body. you left more than a dozen marks on him, lipstick and hickeys combined. “i’m really sorry.”

minho pulls you up onto your feet, tucking a few hairs behind your ear.

his eyes lock onto your lips, his thumb rubbing against your chin again. he rests it on your bottom lip before pulling it down.

“you brought your lipstick with you, right?” you nod.

minho grabs your shoulders and moves you around the room until you’re facing a small mirror sat on a desk.

you gasp.

your lipstick is smudged completely, covering your chin and your upper lip—your cupid’s bow disappearing behind the colour. you wince.

“i need to go help chan drag in some kegs,” he says simply, zipping his shirt back up. the metal has a small red stain on it. “i’ll find you after.”

“minho,” you chuckle, shaking your head, “you can’t go like that. i need to wipe off the lipstick.”

he laughs. “you’re not touching them.”

“but—“

“—you gave me these kisses so i’m keeping them. you can’t just take them back.”

he says it so seriously all you can do is just nod. he turns to leave, shirt closed and outfit presentable again. he adjusts his black necklace as he runs his fingers through his hair, tidying it up.

there’s only one evidence to what you’ve done, and that’s the pink tint on his chest.

before he grabs the handle and leaves you call out his name.

“i’m sorry,” you apologise again.

minho smirks at you, chuckling lightly. “it’s okay, baby. you can’t help how weak your boyfriend makes you.”

and then he leaves.

you find some wet wipes in the room you’re in, and soon enough the mess you made on your face is taken care of—a fresh coat of red lipstick adoring your lips.

you make your way back to the living room, where the party is actually taking place, and find your friends again.

they don’t say much about your absence, instead asking you to judge their game of twister.

from the corner of your eye you can see minho and chan, each carrying in a beer keg. minho’s arms flex at the weight of it, but he doesn’t seem like he’s putting too much effort into carrying it.

that zipper dangles as he moves, taunting you, sliding down ever so slightly. you catch a glimpse of red on his skin, peaking out from underneath the black fabric.

minho can feel you staring from across the room, and once he sets the keg down in the kitchen he looks over at you—winking as his lip curls up into a smile.

you force yourself to focus back on the game instead.

once you’ve given up on twister, you make your way over to the giant jenga tower where a few of your friends are starting a new game.

you feel a strong hand snaking around your waist, minho’s familiar perfume wrapping around you.

“when do you wanna go home?” he whispers in your ear.

“min, i haven’t even said happy birthday to yuna yet,” you scold him.

“okay,” he kisses your cheek lightly, “just let me know as soon as you wanna go.”

“do you have a schedule tomorrow?” you turn to look at him. you were sure he had the day off tomorrow, you specifically remembered asking him about it.

“i have a schedule tonight,” he whispers. you knit your eyebrows, “after this i’m booked in to fuck you until you can’t talk.”

“min!” you whisper-yell at him. he laughs.

“what, you think you can pull that shit earlier and nothing will happen?”

“i got carried away,” you admit, “i said i was sorry.”

“oh, you will be sorry.”

minho kisses your forehead before causally asking if you want something to drink. you say no, mostly so he doesn’t stand too close to you, and then get back to your game.

you find yuna later, hugging her and wishing her a happy birthday. she drags you over to your boyfriend—because he’s sitting next to felix and you know yuna likes felix, and you’re happy to help her.

so you both sit down, sliding minho away from felix so yuna can sit next to him.

minho puts his arm around you.

“can we go home now?” he whispers.

“no,” you chuckle at him.

“happy birthday, yuna!” he practically yells. she smiles at him before looking back at felix. “what about now?”

“why do you wanna leave so bad?”

“why do you think?”

you shake your head, trying your best to dismiss the intense stare he’s giving you. it’s then you notice he’s playing with the zipper again—as if trying to bait you. you promise yourself you’re not that easy to manipulate.

minho pulls the zipper down, exposing more of his chest, exposing another kiss you left behind, before he stretches against the couch.

he doesn’t say anything before he gets up and walks away.

you follow him instantly, following him all the way into an empty part of the kitchen. it’s only then you realise you fell for his bait; hook, line, and sinker.

it’s confirmed when minho smirks at you.

he raises his eyebrows in question.

“you shouldn’t show off,” you try scolding. you grab the zipper and pull it back up. minho pulls it down right after.

“you can’t just walk around with hickies all over your chest,” you roll your eyes at him.

“i can, and i will,” he smiles innocently, “what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t show off my girl’s art?”

your eyes instinctively flick down to his exposed chest. it really was a masterpiece. it was a masterpiece before you even touched him, but with the red and purple marks all over him—he looked perfect. like something fit for a museum.

but a small voice inside your head decided you should be the only one to look at him, it should be your burden and no one elses. that thought lit a fire inside you, one you tried so hard to control. you took in a deep breath.

you knew you couldn’t look at him any longer without adding another one, so you reach for it and close the zipper.

minho pulls it back down.

“min!”

“you want it closed that bad?” he licks his lips.

“yes.”

“then do it yourself,” he shrugs.

you roll your eyes, knowing he’ll just open it again, but reach for the silver zipper anyway. he catches your wrist in his hand quickly.

you scoff, trying with your other hand, before both are captured in his hold.

“close it the way you opened it, bunny,” he whispers, nudging his nose against yours, “don’t waste your pretty little mouth like that.”

you know what he’s doing, but you also just can’t ignore him when he tells you to do something, not in that soft voice of his.

so you lean down, catching the zipper in between your teeth. the grip on your wrists is much looser now, you could pull your hands away if you wanted to. but you don’t want to—not even a little bit.

you pull the metal between your teeth, pulling the shirt together until just a small sliver of his skin is seen, a beautifully light pink.

standing up straight after you finally hid his beautiful chest away, you look right into his eyes. he’s breathing heavily, moving closer to you so his nose is right against yours.

“mark me again,”

“min, i—“

“please.”

you grab onto the end of his shirt to pull it down and expose his collarbone a bit more, planting soft kisses along it before you start sucking on the skin. his hands wrap around your body as his eyes flutter softly. it’s not that the act itself turns him on as such, your lips are definitely his favourite, but it’s the knowing it’ll leave a mark. knowing your lipstick is staining his skin. knowing how wrecked you’ll look with lipstick on your chin when you come back up to face him.

when you do pull away, finger running over the red marks on his skin proudly, he looks you straight in the eyes and says, “can we ditch this fucking party now?”

his knuckles are white at this point—the only thing holding him back from jumping you is his sheer willpower, and knowing you’re in public and he can’t possibly have you the way he wants you in this kind of setting.

“min, don’t be rude. it’s a birthday party,” you smirk at him. there’s nothing better than watching his self control slowly slip away from him, and that look on his face gets so much more desperate when you run your finger over his stained skin one more time.

“i’ll find an empty room,” he negotiates.

“don’t be ridiculous. just calm down, yeah?” you kiss the corner of his lips softly before walking away— deciding it’s time to socialise.

when minho catches his reflection a few moments later he almost loses his mind when he notices the bright red stain on the corner of his lips.

he really thought he was going to win.

but it’s fine, he rationalises, he knows exactly how to get you.

minho walks into the garden, following the loud bass surrounding the pool.

he isn’t too sure who decided edm remixes of every taylor swift song is the right vibe for a party but he doesn’t care. it’s enough to set his plan in action.

you spot him from across the garden, your kiss still proudly by his lips. you were sure he was going to wipe it away—but then you realised how foolish that was of you. he even let the fucking zipper fall down again, exposing the now purple hickey on his chest.

you felt your ears burning up. the heat travelled all down your body, settling in between your legs when you saw minho swaying his hips to the loud beat.

his thighs flexing, grabbing your attention by the belt wrapped around his right thigh. he rolled his body as he mouthed along to the words of the song.

you know what he’s doing, you can tell when he sends a wink your way. he’s insufferable.

you walk all the way up to him, a few people around you chuckling when they see the colour on your lips matches the colour on his skin. you ignore that.

“we’re going home,” you grab his forearm. minho keeps dancing, rolling his hips closer to you.

“what do you mean?” he blinks at you.

you groan. “you wanted to go home, let’s go.”

“i think i wanna stay now,” he shrugs.

“we’re leaving,” you insist.

“but i’m having so much fun,” he beams, spinning around.

“you’re having too much fun,” you shake your head, “i can’t take you anywhere.”

he snakes his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “dance with me?”

“absolutely not,” you laugh. there’s only one way dancing with minho ends—and it is not suitable for a public space. “i’m getting an uber.”

you would feel bad for the uber driver if you were able to think about anything other than minho. you didn’t realise how much his dancing bothered you until he closed the car door—and you grabbed his face, kissing him hard.

minho pushed you back by your shoulder, eyes wide. “don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffs, “just calm down.”

you roll your eyes at him for repeating your own words back to you.

it’s clear he doesn’t want to kiss you when the driver can see everything that’s happening behind him. but you’re pretty sure he can’t see what’s happening on the seats.

you place your hand on minho’s thigh.

“careful,” he warns. you elect to ignore that.

you slide your hand higher, and higher, your finger inching closer and closer to his crotch.

he leans right next to you, lips by your ear as he whispers, “listen, bunny. you’re on thin fucking ice right now.”

you press your palm into his crotch, feeling how hard he is already. you squeeze your thighs.

“i don’t think so,” you somehow gather the courage to say.

“has being a brat ever turned out well for you?” he challenges.

“i think you were being a brat tonight,” minho lets out a noise that sounds like a question mark, “showing off like that.”

“you started this shit,” he reminds you. you start palming him, moving your hand up and down.

“so i’m finishing it.” you lean closer to him, pressing a wet kiss onto his neck.

minho promises himself he’s not going to give you the satisfaction of any kind of reaction, even if you are touching his dick and kissing his neck.

that is, until you find that one spot right below his ear and tug on it with your teeth.

embarrassingly, minho can’t help the small moan that escapes him. the car starts moving much faster all of a sudden.

it isn’t three more minutes before you arrive, minho quickly paying the driver (and apologising) before dragging you into the house.

as soon as you enter the bedroom, minho starts laughing.

shit.

“what the fuck was that?”

you don’t answer him, instead locking your hands behind his neck and attaching your lips together.

he kisses you back, finally, tongue moving against yours desperately.

you kiss until your lungs start aching, pulling away as you both catch your breaths. minho’s eyes are glossy and big and desperate and you lean forward to catch his lips again. he stops you this time.

“min—“

“—no,” he says simple, shaking his head once. “you don’t get to ask for anything. you got everything you wanted tonight and look how fucking spoiled it made you.”

“min, please,” you whined.

“and you can’t even wait your turn to speak, either,” he tsks.

you open your mouth to say something, but quickly close it. minho smiles.

“tell me what brought this bratty bullshit out of you, baby,” he asks, although you know he knows the answer. you indulge him anyway, knowing it’s the only way you’ll get what you want. if minho gets what he wants.

“your outfit, min,”

“did a stupid shirt really make you forget how to act?” minho chuckled cockily.

you nod.

“do i need to remind you how a good girl behaves?”

you nod.

“on your knees,” you fall to your knees, looking up at him expectedly.

minho cups your cheek softly, rubbing his thumb against your skin. he traces your lips.

“i wanna see your lipstick on my dick,” he says slowly, “want it to get all over your chin again.”

you open your mouth dutifully, sticking your tongue out for him. he chuckles at you, smiling proudly.

he unbuckles his belt, letting the baggy pants pool around his feet. you move closer to him.

“should i keep the shirt on?” you nod. “speak.”

“it looks good on you,” you state the obvious. then an idea pops into your head, once you realise where minho placed you. “if you take it off you’ll be able to see my art.”

minho looks up, catching his reflection in the full length mirror. he beckons you up with two fingers, and you don’t even need him to tell you what he wants.

your pull the zipper down with your teeth, all the way, and push the fabric off his shoulder. then you sit back on your knees.

“baby,” he coos down at you, filling your chest with warmth, “you’re so so good for me.”

you nod, unable to stop your smile.

“you see,” he says, voice soft and sweet, “you like it so much. you like being my good girl?”

“yes, min,” you nod.

“you’re gonna be good for me and let me fuck your face?” you nod eagerly.

you wrap your hands around his thighs again, feeling the way they flex against your palm, and open your mouth wide.

you breath in slowly, looking up at minho as he carefully slides his dick into your mouth. he gives you a few seconds, seeing the slight nervousness in your eyes, and once you close them and start sucking on his length—he makes good on his promise, thrusting in and out of your mouth.

he builds his pace up slowly, gradually sinking deeper and deeper until the tip nudges against your throat. he fists at your hair, scrunching it into a very messy ponytail, enough to be used as leverage as he fucks deeper and deeper into your mouth.

the noises you’re making are obscene, spit leaking out of the corner of your mouth, but you don’t care. the noises minho is making are much louder—moans and groans and praises of your name.

you swallow around him when you feel the spit running down your chin, and that’s when minho’s thighs start tensing.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he pulls your face away by your hair but you lunge forward, sucking on the tip as you feel the warmth shooting into your mouth.

minho lets out a long low groan.

you swallow it down, embracing the salty taste, and stick your tongue back out.

“holy shit,” he whines.

minho lets go of your hair, slowly backing away to the bed before he collapses on it. he falls to his back, and you slowly crawl on your knees to him, kissing his thigh softly as you watch his chest moving up and down quickly—the marks on him standing out perfectly.

“i wasn’t going to cum in your mouth but i’ll let that slide because it was so fucking hot,” he says. you nod in agreement.

he brings his arm over his head, still catching his breath. you quietly let him, remembering your rule to not speak unless he asked you too. you lean your head against the bed patiently.

“bunny?” you nod. “bunny, talk to me. i need your voice.”

you jump up from the floor, quickly sitting down next to him on the bed.

“hey, min,” you say, voice hoarse, but you cough quickly and speak on. “how are you?”

he only nods back, breathing in deeply. you run a hand over his chest, down his stomach, tracing the marks you left on him. “can i put one on your thigh, too?”

minho chuckles, looking up at you finally.

“yeah, of course you can.”

you nod happily before leaning over to kiss his thigh.

“bunny?”

“yeah?”

“was i.. too harsh?”

you lift your head up, looking at him with nothing but fondness in your eyes.

“no,” you promise him, “i loved it. and besides,” you lean down and peck his lips softly, giggling as he chases you for another one, “you said you’d fuck me until i can’t talk so i’m still waiting.”

“give me a sec,” he laughs.

you nod, before quickly remembering to say, “okay. i’ll just kiss your thighs until you’re ready.”

“okay,” minho nods, running his hand across your back softly. “stay close to me though, please. if you want.”

you nod at him, understanding silently what it is he needs. you lay down on your side, still right beside him as you lean towards his thighs—ready to mark up another part of his perfectly sculpted body.

“i want to, i always want to be close to you,” you verbalise, seeing the small sigh of relief leaving his body. the tension in his body fades slightly, and you know kissing him will help even more.

you ghost your lips over his thighs, sucking on one particular spot until it turns red. minho’s fingers are in your hair, keeping you close.

out of nowhere he says, “i’m keeping the shirt.”

“that’s a good idea,” you agree.

“i’m keeping you, too,” he adds, quietly.

you laugh loudly at that, grabbing the hand in your hair and kissing his palm. “that’s a good idea, too.”

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #all.works #skz x y/n #skz smut #stray kids x you #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #skz x yn #skz fics #lee know fanfic #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #lee minho x y/n #lee minho x reader #minho x y/n #minho x reader #lee minho smut

[hobiskneecap]

Stray Kids Fic Recs

(I tried to only tag authors once cuz I didn’t want to fill up your notifs 🥲💕)

Ot8

Fluff

reaction said/scenarios/headcanons

“Asking for a pillow to cuddle with when you stay over as a prank” - @ppiri-bahng

“I just wanna be yours” - @tzuyusluv

s: where they kiss you

“soft moments with skz at 3am” - @cosmic-railwayxo

“injured and don’t tell them” - @dreamescapeswriting

“playing with skz’s hair” - @sunboki

“soft moments with them” - @blue-jisungs

“skz habits that shine through when they get comfy with you” - @maxidentscene

“sitting in skz lap” - @chocotonez

Smut

reactions/scenarios/headcanons

“stray kids’ secret dirty fantasies” - @multifandomfantasies

“fingering headcanons” - @cookiewrites

“phone sex/sexting headcanons” - @ cookiewrites

“fluffy and smutty Christmas headcanons” - @binniesbobastay

Hyung Line

Fluff

Angst/Hurt

“they call you clingy” - @yangfleurs

okay this hurt my feelings :’)

Smut

“favorite positions” - @chrswolfie

Bangchan

Fluff

4:59 am - @thevampywolf

“02:39 pm” - @jjuniehao

Angst/Hurt

being soft after an argument - @eoieopda

Smut

“you’re all I need” - @lesblino

“[23:53]” - @changlix-mp4

“chan’s rooms” - @idyllicallycharming

“proud” - @moved-to-webcorelino

“[2:36]” - @tasteleeknow

Leeknow

Fluff

Fics

“sweet tooth” - @lino-nyangi

cat dad Lino - @gimmeurtmi

Angst/Hurt

“the silent lover” - @jinnify

Smut

Fics

“pussy cat”- @ lino-nyangi

“minho’s baking class” - @strayngesparkyds

“angels in bodycons” - @charmercharm3r

“strawberries” + Han - @ tasteleeknow

“zipper” - @ tasteleeknow

“bite me.” - @tasteracha

“observe” + Jeongin - @sereneseulgi

reactions/scenarios/headcanons

“aftercare with minho” - @ tasteracha

him controlling a vibrator while you watch a movie - @ lino-nyangi

overwhelmed with softdom!minho - @ lino-nyangi

“showers during a thunderstorm” - @stayboba

Changbin

Fluff

fics

reactions/scenarios/headcanons

“boyfriend headcanons” - @mazeinthemiroh

Smut

Fics

“🏷️ dom!changbin” - @planet-dusk

reactions/scenarios/headcanons

“Changbin discovering he has a manhandling and size kink” - @fluffylino

Hyunjin

Fluff

Smut

“SATURN.” - @seospicybin

(this also has fluff and sad stuff in it, but it’s so beautifully written pls read this)

“PLUTO” - @ seospicybin

(SO SO SO SO GOOD!! 2 parts plus an epilogue and it made me cry.)

“messy” - @bitsauur

“pretty when you beg” - @hyuninlixr

Han

Fluff

“mattress testing” - @ blue-jisungs

Smut

“oral - squirting” - @ planet-dusk

“strawberries” + Leeknow - @ tasteleeknow

Felix

Fluff

Fics

reactions/scenarios/headcanons

smau/texts

“Boyfriend Texts” - @starrgaziinggg

Smut

“Strawberry Milk” - @bangchanswolfpelt

first time - @sluttywonwoo

“quiet lovemaking” - @lixiesol

dry humping w/ sub!Felix - @ tasteleeknow

“doll” - @chvnssecret

Seungmin

Fluff

“sleepy seungmin” - @rachalixie

Smut

“saving up” - @mp3chan

(fluffy too even though it’s under smut :’)

Jeongin

Fluff

fics

smau/texts

“boyfriend texts” pt. 2 - @ starrgaziinggg

Angst/Hurt

“not worthy enough” - @hyunverse

Smut

exhibitionism - @ charmercharm3r

“observe” + Leeknow - @ sereneseulgi

#I’m a Lino bias if it wasn’t painfully obvious #stray kids #skz #skz fic rec list #stray kids Fic rec list #skz fics #stray kids fics #skz smut #stray kids smut

[tyunphoria]

🌪️ wearing something that turns skz on — lee know, hyunjin

[NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ‼️]

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INCLUDES: AFAB! reader x dom! lino and hyunjin, booty hunter lino, hyunjin stuffing y/n full with his fingers🤭, spanking, mentions of choking(lino), mentions of voyeurism(hyun), slightly jealous and protective hyun.

other part(s): bang chan + changbin

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Lee Know

you always forget that wearing gym tights around lee know is a goddamn risk. doing yoga always results to getting a harsh smack on your ass, the soft flesh jiggling under the force of his hand which leaves a stinging print on your skin that can last up to hours. the first time you wore them, his members started snickering as they pulled you outside to warn you of your boyfriend’s odd antics of smacking peoples ass. they would complain about it everytime. except, your case is much more special. when you first started dating, he was always so respectful (and he still is!) but ever since you started doing yoga, it gets harder and harder for him to hold back his urges.

“I can never finish my lessons because of you.” you grunt as he bends you over on the mat, your head pressed up against the yoga block with your back arched perfectly. not to mention your behind already being abused and squeezed by his impatient hands through the thin fabric. he pulls the tights down to your thighs, eyes lighting up as your ass spills over the waistband.

“then stop wearing these tights.” he scoffs. you can hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you. “then what am i supposed to fucking wear? jeans to yoga?—“ he cuts you off as he fully sheaths himself inside you. the motion makes you gasp, and your voice is suddenly lost due to the feeling of him. he thinks you look pretty with the look of ecstasy on your face right now as his cock hits all of the parts of you that make your toes curl.

his hand slides up to the column of your throat, tears brim in your eyes to the feeling of another harsh stinging sensation brought on your left cheek. he brings his hand down again, then again, then again. until there’s a huge blush covering your ass which made him almost come from such pretty sight. your knees buckle due to the pain and euphoria, the stimulation you were receiving was too much as his hips continue to move faster with his cock slamming into your cunt. you walls squeeze around him as he savors the delicious moans spilling out your mouth. “lino, ‘s too much…” you reach a hand behind you to swat the hand that was gripping onto your ass and tell him to slow down.

“then don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Hyunjin

“Wait! Hyun, your group’s about to come on stage!” You say, barely above a squeak as he trails his slender fingers up your skirt. hyunjin plays a smile on his lips, swiping his tongue around the hickey he painted beautifully on your neck. “Such a pretty little thing…” hyunjin was chosen to be one of the MC’s of Inkigayo. when he found out that your group was performing on the show for your comeback stage, he couldn’t get any happier and was eager to see you perform. hyunjin took note of the way your short skirt would ride up every time you moved and swayed your hips to the song. he bit his cheek throughout the whole performance. the performance was broadcasted live for thousands and thousands of fans watching; and the thought of thousands of perverts probably drooling over his partner made him furious and accidentally dig through the leather cushioned seat. “You good?” changbin asked but hyunjin only excused himself to use the restroom but instead he quietly trails behind you backstage. they tell him to hurry since they’re performing next but sparing a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?

he moves your underwear aside, thumb circling around your clit as he hungrily attacks your lips. “this skirt looks so beautiful on you, baby. but it’s a bit short, don’t you think? do you enjoy having people watch your ass jiggle on stage because of how slutty this skirt is? it makes really angry, y/n.” You part your lips to apologize but it was replaced by a moan as hyunjin plunges his ring and middle fingers in your already sopping wet cunt. “m’ sorry, hyun…”

He twists his wrist, pressing his long fingers into you–reveling against the shaky moan you let out in response. “fuck, baby. you’re getting so tight. how am i gonna stuff you full with my cock if i won’t be able to get the tip in?” Your mouth hangs slack as he meanly flicks his wrist, pressing his two fingers even deeper inside you and spreading them in a scissoring motion. he tucks his nose against the crook of your neck, sucking a mark against your skin, you can’t help the way you clench around him. 

hyunjin finally takes his fingers out, a whine leaving your swollen lips from biting down onto your bottom lip too hard. his thumb presses down on your swollen clit, as he begins to softly rub over the aching nub. the new feeling of pleasure is mind-melting, and the urge to grind against his hand is overwhelming. you watch as his eyes fixate on the mess between your thighs, how he finally took note to how his cock is stiff in his boxers. he sits on the vanity chair , pulling you on his lap.

“let me watch you bounce on my cock, pretty baby. keep your skirt on and try to be quiet.”

#reader insert #skz x y/n #skz smut #stray kids smut #lee know x reader #lee know smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #established relationship #x reader #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #kpop oneshots #x reader oneshot #stray kids scenarios #kpop scenarios

[straykeedz]

Very important question

Who in stray kids would want their s/o to sit on their face and just get totally engrossed. Like he wants to be smothered while he eats them out he doesn't care he can't get enough of them

I wanna say jisung cause I feel like he likes to please and love on his partner and may also like breathplay skdidjdj

you’re right anon this is a very important question!!!

smut below the cut, minors dni!!!

mhhhh let me think 🤔

i absolutely agree with jisung bc let’s be real, the man would kill to have his face buried between your legs. and let’s be real x2, he’ll probably be the one asking (more like begging tbh) you to sit on his face any time he has a chance. “jagi can i eat you out? pretty please? 🥺” 25/8. han jisung and pussydrunk should be synonyms;

as much as i want to say minho, i think he’d probably prefer to be the one in control so he would want you to lie on the bed so he’d be in charge of the work (and edge you when he feels you’re about to cum because he’s a bitch, sorry lino ily) “oh, you were close?” he’d act absolutely naive and even have the audacity to act like he’s sorry about it, before smirking at you “too bad”, and he’d be back to eating you out like a starved animal;

100% changbin, are you kidding??? (god, I would kill to sit on his face and have his strong arms wrapped around my legs and his fingers on my skin) anyhow, i don’t think he’d beg like jisung, more like he’d position yourself on top of him using the strength of his biceps, yk? man would absolutely love it!! also i think the quote “as long as i have a face you’ll have a place to seat” really suits him well lol sooo changbin coded. he wouldn’t want you to just sit on his face, he’d want you to literally crush him, to squeeze your legs around his face. he wouldn’t even care about suffocating, if he dies eating you out, he dies happy;

seungmin kinda gives me the same vibes as lino, yk?? man’s just a tease and he loves watching you squirm under his touch. BUT, i feel like he’d let you sit on his face occasionally - maybe when it’s your birthday or when you’ve had a particularly rough day. and he’d be the one to propose it to you. but once he’s done he’d probably say something like “don’t get used to it” lol;

BANG CHAN 🥹 okay, i may be a little (a lot) biased, but… i mean, have you seen those lips?? and that nose?? hello?? i kinda have a feeling you’d do it pretty regularly too. man’s too overwhelmed with work and being a dad of seven bratty kids and sometimes he just wants to get pussydrunk and forget about everything… halfway between jisung and changbin i think - wouldn’t beg you, but would probably say something on the line of “i need to taste you, baby girl, yeah? you gonna let me taste you?” and then, yk, help you sit on his face. honestly, i kinda get the vibe he’d enjoy it more than you, if possible. he’s the kind of man who eats you out for his own pleasure;

now the bane of my existence lee felix who’s halfway between my bias and my wrecker… see, felix is a bit tricky i think. you’d think he’s generally a sub in the bedroom, but i kinda get the vibe he’s a huuuge switch. so, in conclusion, when he’s in his subby mode he’d totally love to be used by you. he’d let you tie his hands to the headboard and then just demand that he sticked his tongue out, and you’d ride his face until you cum (and he’d probably cum untouched let’s be real). BUT!! when he’s in a dom mood (not a hard dom imo) i think he’d be more like lino and seungmin, minus the teasing and the edging part. he’d love to see you spread on the bed for him and bury his face between your legs. boy’s also a freak so he’d probably do it very randomly if you ask me - definitely the type to eat you out during a work call OR a video call. DEFINITELY.

yang jeongin, maknae on top, i’m fox… boy’s 100% a freak too, but!! he’d probably want to be touched as well so you’d probably end up in a 69 position!! such a greedy boy, and if you pull away from his cock he’d stop eating you out lol “that was not the pact jagi.”;

hyunjin… ok he’s an artist, and artists are pretty hard to decipher (at least for me 🥲). i feel like he’d be open to try out a lot of things in the bedroom, and you sitting on his face would probably be one of them. he’d wait for you to bring up the subject tho, he’d be too embarrassed (the first time)!! maybe he’d try to approach the subject by asking you if there’s anything you’d want to try in bed, and his face would light up when you mention it. wouldn’t cum untouched like felix but will probably cum as soon as he puts it in but it’s okay bc it just means he’ll get to eat you out again as you wait for him to be ready again;

this was chaotic af but i wrote in on the train in 10 minutes??? so bare with me if there’s any mistakes 🥹

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[daydreams-after-dark]

Sub Reader x Bratty Han (plus Doms Lino, Chan and features ot8). Established poly ot8 relationship.

Synopsis: Bratty Han convinces you to let him go down on you without permission from Chan and Lino. They punish you both when they get home.

Word count: 2.9k approx.

Unhinged level: 🤡🤡🤡🤡

CW below the cut.

⚠️⚠️⚠️Warnings: NSFW // 18+ content // MDNI // coercion //dom chan and lino // sub reader // oral sex (f and m rec.) // creampies // unprotected vaginal and anal sex // butt plugs // spanking with a belt // restraints // sex in front of a group // everyone cums all over reader // name calling // disrespecting reader (but it’s consensual punishment) // let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Han. The fucking brat. He loves to rile up the doms and soft doms, pushing their buttons, making them snap. He likes to coerce the subs into messy situations in the hopes of getting into trouble off the doms Chan and Lino.

Han loves to get you into trouble, and for some reason you can’t resist his bratty, suggestive energy. He makes you lose the fear of consequences, or maybe it’s that he makes you forget about consequences entirely? Until, of course you are being thrown face down on the bed, your panties pulled down around your thighs as you get spanked by Chan while Lino fucks your face (although you love that kind of punishment).

You think every idea Han has is a good one. There’s just something about him that makes you want to please him. You want to please him as much as you need to please Chan and Lino. You’d honestly let him do anything he wants to you.

That’s how you ended up here. On the couch in the living room.

“Come on baby.” He whispers, kissing your neck. Your shirt is already off and he’s cupping your breast, under your bra, with one hand, and is three fingers deep inside your cunt.

He knows you are pliable right now. You’ll agree to anything. “Let me taste your sweet pussy.” He thrusts his fingers in hard making you squeal. “So fucking wet. I know you want more than just my fingers, right?”

You shake your head. “Sungie, no. We don’t have permission. What if they find out?” you say timidly.

“No one’s gonna know. Just think about how it’s gonna feel with my hot… wet…mouth,” he kisses you sloppily. “Against your…aching…dripping…pussy?” He breaks away only to lean his forehead against yours. “You are my baby, aren’t you?” he asks with a serious tone. You nod. You are. “So… can I?” he pushes.

“Yes.” You whisper. He is right. Your cunt really was aching for him. His fingers had almost taken you over the edge, but you know his skilled and quick mouth will have you seeing stars in no time.

“You’re my favourite, you know that, right? Always up for anything. Such a good girl.” He says as he makes his way down between your legs. “Spread them wider for me. Let me take a good look at you.” He pushes your legs open and bites his lip hungrily as he inspects your most intimate parts.

“Such a pretty, tight, little hole.” He watches your pussy clench around nothing as he removes his digits. He spreads your lips apart and licks a stripe up from your vagina to your clit. You cry out. Why does it always feel so good? You throw your head back and squeeze you eyes closed as Han laps up all of your arousal that’s dripping from you. Your back arches off the couch when he slips his tongue into your cunt.

“Fuck, Ji!” you cry. “I’m so close.”

And then you hear it. Your phone ringing. You know the ringtone. Han knows the ringtone. Lino is calling.

“Answer it, baby. You don’t want to get in trouble for missing a call from the boss.” Han pauses his movements.

“I… I can’t-”

“Answer it.” Han repeats himself.

And of course you do as he says.

With a shaky hand and a fuzzy brain, you answer the call. “H-hello?” you say softly.

“What the fuck took you so long, kitten?” Lino is angry. Fuck. “Um… I’m sorry, I was just…ahhhh.” You feel Han’s mouth latch onto your clit.

“You were just what? What is so important that it took you more than three rings for to answer the phone?” Lino growls.

You can barely find the words you need. Han is bringing you so close to climax that you can feel a sheen of sweat forming on your chest, and you know your heavy breathing must sound suspicious. You try with everything you have to ignore Han and to focus on Lino.

“I was just….working out… yes…running.” You manage.

And then you feel Han’s fingers in your pussy again, pumping in and out of you whilst he slurps loudly against your clit. The wet, obscene sounds becoming so loud that it threatens to give you away.

“Kitten?” Lino’s voice tries to cut through the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that has taken over your body. It is so hard to concentrate on Lino. Han is too intoxicating. Han feels too good. Han is your whole world. Han is the only person that matters. Han making you come is the only thing you need right now. You would surely die without it.

“Hannie-” you choke and the tension inside you snaps, sending pulsating pleasure through your veins and your legs shaking around Han’s head.

“You have to be fucking joking.” Lino does not sound happy. “Chan and I will be home in one hour. You and Han better be ready. You are going to be so fucking sorry.” And with that Lino is gone.

You lean up on your elbows and look down at the man that just took you to the stars. He is already looking up you with the most smug look on his face. You can’t tell if he is feeling pleased with himself because he convinced you (yet again) to let him have unauthorised access to your body, or that he has managed to get the you two caught?

It is a rather odd dynamic, between you and Han. Han is a bratty little shit, but he is not the boss. Not by a long shot. He just loves stirring up trouble and making life challenging for Chan and Lino. Han thinks it’s fucking hilarious to get himself, and any of the other subs, into trouble. Why? Because punishment is always fun. What he finds the most fun of all is the bemused expressions on Chan and Lino’s face when, as always, you have gone along with some devious idea of his.

You don’t even know why you always go along with whatever Han wants. But you can’t seem to stop yourself.

Even when it leads to this situation right now.

One hour later you and Han sitting side by side on the end of the bed, awaiting punishment.

The bedroom door bursts open and Chan and Lino enter the room - followed by the rest of the members. This was different. Punishment had never involved an audience before.

It makes you wet, and you were sure it is making Han hard.

They look pissed. Lino speaks first. “Everyone take a seat, stand against the wall. Make yourself comfortable.”

Seungmin and Changbin stand against the wall, and Felix, Innie and Hyunjin take places on the bed behind you.

Chan disappears out of the room momentarily, returning with two dining chairs and placing them in front of you and Han. Chan sits himself down on one and Lino drags the other a little further away to the right side of the room.

“Han,” starts Chan, “strip, then sit on that chair.” He nods to the empty dining chair.

Han immediately removes his clothes and takes a seat as instructed. You are right, he is hard. You hear Seungmin snicker to your left. How fucking humiliating.

“Everyone listen up.” Chan addresses the room. “Lino and I have called you all in here today because there are some of you who do not know how to follow rules.” Silence and anticipation fills the room and you start to become nervous.

“Han, in particular, doesn’t think he needs permission to play with our kitten here.” Lino says as he stands in front of you, grasping your chin forcing it so you’re looking into his dark, angry eyes. “Take off your top and bra and go lay over Chan’s lap so you can receive your punishment.”

You do as he says, nervously removing your garments and walking to were Chan sits.

“Lay over me, ass away from Han.” He pulls you over his lap and slaps your ass. Your head dangles by his shoe and you can’t see any of the men in the room. Chan pulls your shorts and panties down exposing your bare pussy and ass to everyone and pulls your cheeks apart. “Look at that boys… Han thinks this is his.” He snarls and roughly prods your pussy with his fingers. You gasp. You are so vulnerable, and so turned on. “Lino, come look at her pretty little holes.”

Lino kneels down next you, and the pair start finger fucking you at the same time. They plunge two fingers each into your cunt, stretching you, opening you up, showing everyone how much of a little whore you are. You begin to moan with pleasure, which apparently is against the rules. “Felix. Come pull the rest of her clothes off.” Chan instructs. “That’s it, Felix. Now shove her panties in her mouth to shut her up.”

Felix comes around and stuffs your mouth with your panties to muffle your whimpers, and then he’s gone again.

From where Han sits, all he can see is all the other men’s reactions to what is happening to you. He is turned on as fuck, but also jealous. He wants to see what was happening to your pussy. He can hear it though. The sopping, sloppy noises of your wetness. His dick is leaking. He knows there’s a good chance he’s going to come untouched. His hand automatically grips his cock.

"Hey, he’s touching his dick!” Innie exclaims, pointing to Han.

“Hyunjin, tie him up.” Chan growls. “This is meant to be a punishment.”

Hyunjin swiftly ties Han’s hands together and someone decides it’s a good idea to tie yours together too. “Let’s tie here’s behind her back.”

All you can do is lay there and take whatever punishment you are given.

“Everyone. This is what’s gonna happen.” Lino addresses the waiting men. “Our little darling here is going to choke on Chan’s cock, while I fuck her greedy little cunt. Your job, boys, is to jerk off while you watch. When you need to cum, you will come up, ask for permission, and choose where you want to cum on her.”

Seungmin, another dom, pipes up. “Hey why do I need to ask permission? And I don’t want to cum on her - I wanna cum in her.”

Lino rolls his eyes. “Don’t forget who's in charge here! But yeah, anyone can cum anywhere on or in her. Except Han. He’s not allowed to cum at all.”

Your pussy clenches at the thought of having everyone’s cum all over you.

“Everyone, get your cocks out.” You hear zippers and belt buckles as they free their dicks. Chan and Lino continue to finger your pussy. They jiggle your ass cheeks, make noises of approval at how wet you are. You feel Lino spit on your asshole and spread it around the rim, then plunge a finger deep into your hole. You tense and clench, making the pair chuckle to themselves. “Innie, give me the butt plug.” You brace yourself as Lino presses the rather large plug into your ass. He is careful as he presses it in. He doesn't actually want to hurt you. In fact, everyone knows everyone else's limits, hard no's, safe words and gestures. Even though you're tied up and your mouth is stuffed with panties, everyone knows if you shake your head rapidly, that means you want to stop.

“Pass me your belt, Changbin.” Says Lino standing up, leaving your hole clenching around the plug.

“We must set an example, mustn’t we Chan?” And without warning you feel the belt hit your ass cheek. You can’t cry out, or grab hold of anything. Chan holds you still. The belt comes down again. A little harder. Your skin stings. Again. Tears well up in your eyes. Another smack with the belt. You squeeze your eyes tight and the tears slip out. The next hit with the belt is on your pussy. It’s not as hard, but the sting is harsh. You hear gasps from some of the onlookers.

“Ummm,” you hear a timid voice next to you. “Can I please cum?” Felix.

“Already?” Chuckles Chan. “Sure. Where you going to put it?”

“The base of her spine please.” Always so polite. The spanking pauses, and you feel ropes of hot cum land on your lower back and hear the sweet noises Felix makes when he cums.

“Good boy.” Lino says proudly. “You did so good.” Chan concurs. “You may leave if you want. Or stay and watch. What do you want to do?”

Felix hesitates. “I’d like to stay and watch.” He says quietly.

“That’s our boy.” Seungmin claps his hands.

You are repositioned so that you are kneeling on the carpet in front of Chan. He lifts up slightly so he can shimmy his sweatpants down, freeing his enormous cock. Chan has the biggest cock out of everyone, and you know you are about to gag and choke very soon. He removes the panties that were in your mouth and fists a handful of hair on the back of your head and shoves your mouth down over his cock without care, forcing you take as much as possible. Then he pushes you down even more. You splutter, gag, and make a whole host of humiliating sounds as Chan pulls your mouth up and down on his cock, hard, fast and rough. You can get out of his grasp if you really want to. But you don't. You love this.

Meanwhile, Lino positions himself behind you, lifting you up enough to push his cock into your sopping cunt. The fullness feels incredible. Lino fucks you rough from the get go, leaving you no time to adjust. With your hands tied behind your back you are 'helpless'. And it’s driving you, and the men wild.

One by one, they come up seeking permission to cum on you.

You’re pulled up off Chan’s cock so Binnie can cum on your tits. You sneak a glance at Han to who looks so fucked out, his dick red and angry. Fuck you want to relieve him of that.

Innie wants to cum in your mouth. “Swallow it, kitten.” Lino instructs. You swallow it all and then continue to suck Chan off. Hyunjin wants to cum on your stomach, so again you’re lifted upright so he can mark you. Felix comes back again, this time wanting to cum in your mouth.

Finally Seungmin is ready to give you his load. “I’m going to cum in her cunt.” He announces. Lino grumbles and pulls out of you, and you feel Seungmin at your entrance. He thrusts into you hard making you gag on Chan’s cock. He digs his fingers into the side of your body and snaps his hips three times and you feel him release himself deep inside you.

“I’m not sticking my cock back in there after you. I don’t wanna feel your jizz on my dick.” Lino sounds irritated. Seungmin laughs and leaves the room.

“You’ll have to fuck her ass then, mate.” Chan says between clenched teeth. He was close to cumming.

“Hmm, you’re right.” Lino pulls the plug from your ass and pushes his thick cock into you, grasping your neck for both leverage and to feel you choking around Chan’s cock. Your pathetic cry is too much for Chan and he cums down your throat. “Swallow it.” Lino says from behind you, pounding his cock into your ass with an unimaginable force. You swallow and open your mouth, showing Chan your empty mouth.

You can feel Seungmin’s cum dribbling down your inner thigh, Felix’s cum dried on your back, and your breast and stomach are sticky. You are a mess as Lino fucks into you, holding you up by your tied arms. He pulls you against his chest, his mouth close to your ear. “Look at him,” Lino hisses, referring to Han. “I don’t know why the fuck you let him get you into this mess. Maybe you forgot who owns your pussy, hmm? Maybe you forgot I own your ass.” He growls. He reaches a hand down to your clit. “Now cum for me.” He demands.

You’re close but you can’t quite get there. You look at Han again. His cock. Yes, you love that cock so much. Closer. His trim waist and defined torso. Yes, you love to have your legs wrapped around it. Almost there. You look up to his face. His eyes. They are locked on yours. Encouraging you to cum. Fuck!!!! You clench around Lino’s cock and he pumps into you a few more times before you feel him paint your walls.

Lino pulls out and plugs you back up. “I own your ass. Don’t forget it.” He says and stands up. He and Chan pull their pants back on. You look around the room. It’s only now you realise that the rest of the men have left.

You see that Han has cum untouched, cum plastered on his abdomen, but he is still hard as stone. Chan unties him. “Now you clean her up - with your mouth… and then fuck Seungmin and Lino’s cum back into her holes.”

You and Han are alone again. He’s at your side untying you, immediately licking the cum off your tits, then kisses you. “That was so worth getting you into trouble.” He smirks and picks you up to lay you on the bed.

He hovers over you and gazes at you tenderly. “You are my baby, aren’t you?” He whispers.

You nod.

“Then… will you let me?”

“Let you what? They’ve given you permission to fuck me.” You say.

He shakes his head. “Will you let me make love to you? Slowly?”

Typical, bratty Han, still not wanting to follow instructions.

You nod. “Yes.”

A/N: I kinda wanted to end this on a sweet note, and make Hannie still unable to follow rules, like if he’s told to fuck her, then he wants to go slow and tender. But… he is a sneaky little shit getting her into so much trouble.

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Rough Waters — h.jisung

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➮ samebito!Jisung × f!Reader wc: 10k summary: Y/N is a marine biologist who is obsessed with finding new sea life. During a night dive, she stumbles across a very well hidden underwater cave entrance and finds herself meeting something that defies all logic and evolution. She forms a bond with the creature and comes back almost every night to visit him. genres/themes/au: fluff (if u squint), smut; supernatural and japanese folklore themes, s2l, slight predator/prey themes; non idol au, merman au, samebito au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, a little bit of arguing between Y/N and some of the townsfolk about the existence of mermaids, some slightly sad conversation about Jisung being alone, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip , @wh0r3mir4 , @cutiespaghetti Join the taglist! »» Closed ! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this is super self-indulgent and I will not apologize for shark merman cnc Jisung. I wanted this Jisung so I made him. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. If you enjoyed this, reblog or leave a comment. I love feedback. The next part, Changbin's part, is the last one of this series! That being said, next up is the Holiday Special of Tales from Camp. You can sign up for that taglist here and read the first two installments here. If you've yet to read the OG Tales from Camp, that masterlist is here. Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a freakin shark merman. You think he cares about avoiding pregnancy? He can’t even get her pregnant lol but you need to use protection!), oral (f receiving), con noncon, pool/water sex (kinda lol), dirty talk, use of pet names (little fish, cutie, baby, pet, etc), rough sex, dom!Jisung, sub!Reader, even though it’s cnc Y/N is very receptive towards his advances and in the end, she does give him consent. But if CNC or dubcon makes you uncomfy, don’t read it. This is my fantasy. I wrote this for me lol if I missed anything let me know

dialogue prompt: ❛ I'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

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The warning sign at the beach that read ‘beware of sharks’ in all capital letters should have served as warning for what you were about to get yourself into.

Living in a seaside town has always had its perks. Sandy beaches to visit in the summers, the smell of salt that you’d come to love, boating, all the seafood you could want among them. It was almost like your own personal paradise.

The one drawback was the shark population that increased at the end of summer which drove away the rest of the tourism for the season. You weren’t mad about it. After all, the ocean was home to all marine animals, sharks included. As a biologist, you knew each animal had its own purpose and was beneficial to the ecosystem, especially sharks.

So despite the danger, you never missed an opportunity to dive when the weather allowed. Of course, you chose night time for your dives.

Night was perfect as the animals weren’t as active without the sunlight.

Your dive for the night had taken you to a rocky part of the shore where you knew caves would be. The caves along the shore were always hard to reach and most of them only had underwater entrances.

You’d explored a fair share of them since moving to this town but there were many more you wanted to explore and see what kind of life you could find.

This excursion was like any other, you’d made a plan with the local coast guard as well as letting your contact in town know when, where, and how long you’d be. It was a standard procedure which had become routine for you.

You had taken out your boat and anchored it just off shore and near what you assumed was the opening to another cave before suiting up and jumping into the water. The water was cool enough in the summer months but in the fall it was almost freezing, making you grateful for the wetsuit you wore no matter the temperature. Making sure your mask was secure you slowly sank into the water, turning on and shining your light towards the bottom of the rocks.

An opening was visible at the base and you carefully made your way down, inspecting the opening before starting inside. You’d explored many of these caves before, you knew the procedure and the caves never scared you. To some, caving was one thing but to do so underwater was an entirely different beast. To you, it was almost second nature.

As you continued forward, you scanned the walls of the cave, taking note of the coral, algae, and other life that had taken root on the walls. It wasn’t uncommon to find life in places like this. Sea caves were often the home to unique and enclosed ecosystems.

As you gently propelled yourself forward, you noticed how the cave seemed to open up. As you reached the end you looked up and saw that the cave did indeed open up into a large cavern. Sand lined the bottom of the cavern, many coral reefs and other life taking up residence. You started to swim up, noticing the surface approaching rapidly.

You broke through the surface of the water and found that the cavern was much larger than you initially thought. Swimming over to the edge of the pool, you pulled yourself up and started to look around as you started to remove your mask.

It was a rounded cavern. The pool was about twenty feet in diameter but there was a rocky ledge where you were currently perched on and then the rocky floor continued for another twenty feet making the whole diameter of the cavern about forty feet. You pulled your mask off and set it down as you undid and shrugged off your oxygen tank.

“This is incredible,” you whispered to yourself as you removed your flippers and got up, starting to walk around the cavern and inspect the walls. There was a slight glitter to them as you shined your light. Not like they were wet but like some kind of diamond dust was embedded in the rock.

You looked straight above your head and noticed there was an almost perfect circular cut out in the cavern ceiling and moonlight was filtering through the hole. The moonlight hit the surface of the water and danced around the cavern.

As you were inspecting, you noticed something else.

The cave seemed inhabited. You noticed bones collected in a pile and an old fire pit. You wondered who might seek shelter in this cave when it was so close to the boardwalk but didn’t have time to dwell on it as you heard a large splash coming from the pool.

You made your way back over and cursed as you saw your mask and oxygen tank sinking to the bottom of the pool. “Shit,” you said softly and looked around. You hoped there might be a break in the rocks that would allow you to exit the cave instead of having to go back into the pool but you saw nothing.

You turned around on the spot, trying to figure out a way out of this but you saw nothing that could help. There was nothing you could use to reach the tank and mask which were now nestled at the bottom of the pool in the sand. “Fuck!” you cursed, your voice echoing off the wall.

You looked away from the pool when you heard a shift against the rock behind you.

Shining your light back, you saw nothing and chalked it up to nerves.

You turned back, eyes catching something dark in the pool below you before you felt something grab you and pull you into the pool.

You kicked and fought against whatever it was until it seemed to let go of you and you quickly swam to the surface, coughing once you broke through the surface. You tried to pull yourself up onto the rocky ledge but something grabbed your leg and tugged, pulling you off the wall and back into the water.

Just as quickly as it grabbed you, it let go.

You tried to shine your flashlight around but whatever it was moved too fast for you to get a good glimpse of it. In a desperate attempt to throw the animal off, you threw your flashlight away, turning back for the ledge at the light splashed a considerable distance away.

You hoped the splash would distract the animal enough for you to get away and it seemed to work as you scrambled up onto the rocky ledge before you pulled away and peered back at the still water’s surface. Your eyes scanned the area, looking for any kind of predator that could have been responsible.

Upon not seeing one, you looked down to inspect your arm and your ankle. Your skin was unbroken and mostly unscathed. There were slight imprints, almost like teeth or maybe even claws but no blood had been drawn.

A small splash caught your attention and you snapped your head up in time to see a ripple cross the surface of the water. Something had disturbed the water. You saw a dark shadow move near the bottom of the pool, only noticing it as it crossed in front of the beam of your flashlight.

You were being watched. Whatever had dragged you into the water knew you were there and it was circling the pool. Waiting. Hunting. Whatever it was was sentient enough to know it had you trapped. It knew the only way out of the cave was through the water and it would wait.

You should have been terrified. After all, it was hunting you but your curiosity wouldn’t be satisfied until you caught a glimpse of it. You had to know what it was.

Carefully, you approached the edge of the pool, eyes scanning the dark and catching a large shadow as it swam in circles. Not in an erratic or frenzied pattern but calmly. Almost… leisurely.

As you peered over the edge of the rocks, the shadow stopped circling and started to swim to the surface. You watched in awe as a dark smooth body broke through the surface before you saw the fin. A shark fin. ‘Of course it was a shark,’ you told yourself watching as the creature moved towards you.

You pulled back slightly as it drew closer and closer. You were well aware that some sharks were known for their breaching behavior, namely great whites. This was definitely not a great white shark. It was much darker. It could have been a tiger shark but tigers weren’t known for their aggressive behavior.

Bull sharks on the other hand were and though bull sharks hadn’t been spotted in the area in over 20 years, it wasn’t completely impossible.You drew back entirely, hoping the animal wouldn’t try to jump out of the water to reach you.

As it drew closer, you watched as it dove down with just precision that you were starting to wonder if it was a shark after all. Sharks weren’t known for diving so steeply. They were gradual divers. You leaned over the edge and lost sight of the shadow. Your eyes caught the flickering of your flashlight and you cursed as it went dark, the illumination you had now gone and only the light of the moon allowing you to see.

The water seemed to still as you looked around. Had it left? Was the animal gone? Your instincts told you it was still there, waiting for you to slip up before it took you at its latest meal.

Even though sharks didn’t go out of their way to eat humans, if one was hungry enough, it would stalk one and wait. Just like any other starving predator.

As you looked around, you saw bubbles just under where you were leaning over the water.

You glanced down and let out an ear piercing scream as the creature surfaced quickly, forcing you back as it breached and landed on top of you. You struggled to push it away, taking care to avoid the head and any potential bites.

As you struggled under the weight of the animal, you could have sworn you heard… laughter?

Your eyes popped open and you looked up, fear and shock mixing as you stared at the creature above you.

You were looking into the face of a man. Your shock and fear turned briefly into anger as you tried to make sense of the situation. Had it been a man this whole time? Some weird cave hermit that had been tormenting you and pretending to be a shark to scare you into leaving his home?

“You should see your face!” he said as his laughter grew. You narrowed your eyes and tried to sit up but it was then you noticed the lower half of his body and gasped.

From the waist up, he was human. Golden tan skin that blended into the dark blackish-blue of his shark-like tail. A… merman? Your eyes traveled back up to his face, taking in each and every detail bathed in moonlight. He wore around his neck a black cord necklace with shells and in the middle, a pendant made from a shark tooth.

You watched as he continued to laugh, sharp pointed teeth peeking out from his plush peachy lips.

“You humans are so much fun,” he said as his laughter subsided. His hands rested on the rock under you as he leaned over you, his slim waist positioned between your thighs as he smirked at you. Leaning slightly to the left, you looked over his body again. The dark blackish-blue faded into a pale grayish-blue on the ventricle side and the same grayish-blue stripes covered his back. The fin on his back was just past his waist and was a very typical shark-like fin.

His tail was also the trademark shark fin but it was more like a thresher tail with the top part of the fin longer. Your eyes traveled back up to his face, inspecting the ocean blue irises that stared back at you. “What the--” you trailed off, pushing yourself up, forcing the creature to back up.

“What are you?” you asked, voice full of caution and curiosity. You watched as the creature fell back into the water, disappearing below the surface before popping back up, fixing you with a playful stare. “You’re the scientist,” he noted. “You tell me.”

You stared at him blankly. How could you even expect to explain this? Explain him? His very existence had been disputed and debated for hundreds of years. Mermaids were the stuff of legend and folklore. They weren’t supposed to exist.

If that were the case however, how did you explain this? How did you explain the creature treading water before you? “It has to be some sort of suit,” you mumbled, looking at the shark-like body under the water. The creature scoffed. “It’s always ‘seeing is believing’ with you humans until something shows up and then it’s all ‘has to be fake.’ Do you ever believe anything?” he asked.

You looked up, examining his face. His soft features. Round cheeks, plush pouty lips that started to lift into a crooked smile, showing off his pointed teeth. “I believe in science,” you explained and he rolled his eyes. “But I also believe there are things science can’t explain,” you continued.

You started to lower yourself into the water and he immediately shied away. You held up your hand. “I’m not going to hurt you,” you said softly. You saw his eyes flit to the knife strapped to your thigh. You followed his gaze and quickly removed the weapon.

“For protection,” you replied, setting it on the rocks behind you and facing him. “In case something tries to take a bite out of me,” you added. His brow furrowed. “If you get bit, maybe you shouldn’t get in the water,” he replied and you nodded. “I’ve never been bit,” you answered. “I’ve gotten close, but the knife is a last resort,” you continued.

“You have your teeth and your claws,” you reminded him. “My teeth and nails are no match for shark skin,” you added. “If you aren’t a match, why do you enter the ring?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. A smile spread across your face. “Because I study marine life,” you replied.

“I’m a marine biologist.”

The creature tilted his head the opposite direction. “Are you here to study me?” he asked. You shrugged before answering. “Up until a few minutes ago, I didn’t even know you existed,” you answered, swimming a little closer. He watched you cautiously. “So you didn’t know this cave is my home?” he asked and you shook your head. “No, I had no idea.”

He studied you carefully.

“Are you… a merman?” you asked suddenly. His expression changed, amusement crossing his features as he laughed. “A merman?” he asked incredulously. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Those pretty boys live safe and sound in their lairs, never venturing far from home,” he added.

You cocked your head to the side. “Pretty boys?” you asked. “Do you not think you’re pretty?”

Your question must have caught him off guard because he stopped smiling and stared at you, a slight pink hue reaching his cheeks. “N-no,” he answered finally. “I’m not.” You frowned at him. How could he not think he was? You found all sea life incredible beautiful but nothing you’d encountered before had made you think it was attractive and yet here he was before you.

“I think you’re pretty,” you replied. He stared at you, eyes widening. “Y-you do?” he asked softly, to which you nodded. “I think you’re very pretty,” you replied. He swam a little closer, inspecting your face. “So,” you said, breaking the silence. “If you aren’t a merman, what are you?”

He raised his gaze to meet yours, drawing it from your body under the water. “What do you think I am? Hmm, marine biologist?” he asked and you sighed, backing away from him and pulling yourself up onto the rock. “Sorry,” you said as you situated yourself. “My legs were getting tired.”

He watched as you massaged your calves. “I can only tread water for so long.”

“In my experience,” you started. “I’ve never seen anything like you,” you continued. “The shark part is unlike any species I’ve ever seen. It’s like an amalgamation of tiger and thresher sharks,” you noted. He smiled, showing off his pointy teeth as he swam closer. “So you’re saying I’m unique?” he asked.

You nodded as he drew closer. “Unique and otherworldly,” you added. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” He pulled himself back up, leaning over your frame. “You’ve never seen anything like me?” You shook your head again. “Never,” you replied.

Silence fell over the two of you as you stared at one another. His dark hair had started to dry a bit, the ends of his bangs falling into his eyes. “What do you call yourself?” you asked, tilting your head to the right. He smiled, mimicking your movement. “Jisung,” he replied. “My name is Jisung.”

“Jisung,” you repeated. He leaned in, eyes watching your lips as you spoke. “I like the way you say my name,” he whispered. You could feel your heart rate kicking up as he leaned closer. ‘What is he doing?’ You stared back as his eyes moved up to meet your gaze. “What is your name?” he asked just as softly as before.

You froze. He was asking your name? Should you tell him? It’s not like he was going to look you up or something. You then wondered if you should tell any kind of sentient creature your name. Didn’t that give them power over you or something? You must have taken longer than he expected because he smirked at you.

“What’s the matter? Shark got your tongue?” he asked, amused by his own joke.

Your facade broke and you smiled. “Y/N,” you finally answered. “I’m Y/N.” Jisung smiled back, a genuine smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he replied, lowering back into the water and staring up at you.

“Likewise,” you replied.

After meeting Jisung that night, you promised to come back. And came back you did.

You managed to gain his trust enough to draw a small vial of blood, and take a couple pictures mainly of his tail and markings. You promised to keep his existence a secret, making sure all your research on him was done at home and that you kept everything under wraps.

A few days turned into a week and you came back almost every night, getting to know Jisung and more about his existence. You learned that he wasn’t a merman, like he had said. He was a samebito. He had explained that it was similar to a merman but different folklore and legends.

A week and a half had passed since you first met Jisung and you were currently sitting on the edge of the boat, writing in your notebook, going over your notes before suiting up and jumping in the water. 

A splash caught your attention and you glanced up. You weren’t sure why you even looked, it was night time and you couldn’t even see the water except near your boat. You grabbed the spotlight, flipping it on and turning it slowly until something came into view and you sighed.

“Someone’s impatient,” you chuckled, letting go of the light and returning to your notes as Jisung swam over to your boat. “I got lonely,” he said softly as he reached the end of your boat. He quickly pulled himself up to sit on the side of the boat near you.

“What’re you writing?” he asked, leaning over to see your notebook. “Just some notes,” you mumbled, finishing up your notes and closing the notebook quickly, and setting it aside. You turned to look at him and your smile fell upon seeing the fresh scar on his shoulder.

“What happened here?” you asked, voice laced with concern as you scooted closer.

He glanced down and let out a chuckle. “Oh,” he said softly. “I got a little too close to a shark feed ground,” he continued. “I’ll heal pretty quickly,” he added as you inspected the wound. “I was hunting and got in the way,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

“Have you eaten?” you asked, looking up at him. He met your gaze and hesitated. “What?” he asked and watched as you got up and walked over to the opposite side of the boat, lifting one of the seats and reached in to pull out one of the fish you’d caught earlier.

“Here,” you said, holding it up. “I mean,” you added, turning your head to look at the fish. “I could cook it,” you said softly. Jisung smiled and chuckled. “Did you catch that for me?” he asked as you walked over, holding the fish up. You nodded. “There’s more in the cooler,” you added.

Jisung chuckled and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he said with a smile. “I’ve eaten,” he explained, taking the fish from you. “I don’t want to gross you out,” he added as he inspected it. “Oh,” you said dejectedly. Jisung looked up and handed the fish back. “Just keep it on ice for a little while longer and sell it if you don’t eat fish,” he said softly.

You took the fish and took it back to the cooler, closing it and placing the seat down before heading back and sitting back down. “So when did this happen?” you asked, nodding at his shoulder. He glanced down again as he thought.

“Oh, maybe like a couple hours ago,” he replied and your eyes widened in shock. “Wait, really?” you asked and he nodded, looking confused at your shock. “Yeah, I heal pretty quickly,” he added with a laugh. You leaned forward, reaching up to brush your fingers against his skin.

“Weird,” you murmured, making him throw his head back with a laugh. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly. Jisung shook his head. “It’s okay,” he replied. “Like you said, you’ve never met anyone like me.” You chuckled, nodding. “That’s true,” you added.

Silence fell over the two of you as you looked up at the sky, the waves lapping at the sides of the boat and a gentle breeze blowing through the air. You looked over at Jisung to find him already looking at you, a calm expression on his face.

“What?” you asked softly and he shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. “Nothing,” he answered. “Oh!” he said quickly sitting up. “I found something really cool while out the other night!” he said and turned towards you.

“Wanna see it?” he asked. You nodded, feeling excited. “Where are we going?” you asked, getting up and starting to strip to your bikini, not noticing the way Jisung’s eyes followed your movement and body. You moved to grab your wetsuit.

Jisung waited patiently for you to pull it on. “Jump in,” Jisung said, looking at the water and you looked at the water. “We’re swimming there?” you asked, making him chuckle. “It’s not far,” he answered. “It’s worth it, I promise.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Come on, Y/N,” he groaned. “Live a little,” he added with a wink before rolling towards the edge of the boat and diving into the water. You sighed and grabbed your boat keys, pulling the elastic over your wrist and walking over to the light, shutting it off the light and heading to the bow of the boat, grabbing your flashlight and snorkel mask. 

As you reached the back, you turned the light on to see Jisung was floating, waiting for you. “Where are we going?” you asked as you held the flashlight between your knees as you pulled the mask on. “Not far,” Jisung said as you grabbed the flashlight and climbed down the ladder, joining him in the water.

Jisung took your hand and gently pulled you along. “Come here,” he said softly. “Hold on,” he added, guiding your arms around his neck. “Are you sure?” you asked, softly, cheeks burning as you looked at him so closely. He turned his head to look at you, his own cheeks turning soft pink.

“Uh,” yeah,” he said softly. “Just try not to get under me,” he added. 

It felt weird, hanging off him from behind as he started swimming. It almost felt like you were riding a shark, the trashing as he started off but soon turned into a smooth motion as he zipped through the water, propelled only by the powerful tail.

Jisung was careful to stay near the surface so you didn’t have to hold your breath with the mask. You could tell he was holding back, not swimming as fast as you knew he could go. You’d seen him zipping through the water before, breaching the surface at speeds you suspected most sharks could reach.

This was much slower than you’d witnessed.

Jisung started to slow, lifting his head out of the water. As he came to a stop, you slid from his back, reaching up to remove your snorkel mask. “We’re almost there,” he said, looking up at the stars overhead. You glanced skyward, letting out a soft gasp.

“Wow,” you whispered. Jisung chuckled, grabbing your hand gently. “Come on,” he said quietly, tugging you through the water towards the rocky beach. “I’ve seen these rocks when visiting you,” you commented as he led you towards them. “You’ll need your goggles for this,” he said, turning to look back at you. As soon as the words left his lips, you pulled them back on, dumping any water out of them.

“Now what?” you asked as he took your hand again. “Hold your breath,” he instructed. You took a deep breath and allowed him to pull you under the water, leading you down towards a cave opening. It wasn’t unlike the entrance to his cave; only this one was much narrower.

The cave opening seemed to go on forever, winding around as you let Jisung pull you. Your lungs were starting to burn and you knew if you didn’t hurry, you’d start to suffocate. Finally, Jisung pulled you free from the narrow cave into a much larger one and pushed you towards the surface.

You kicked towards the surface of the pool, breaching at the same time he did. Jisung floated near as you coughed, allowing air to fill your lungs again, the taste of salt on your tongue. “I had no idea there were so many of these,” you gasped. “How many are there?”

Jisung chuckled, taking your hand. “Come,” he said simply, pulling you through the water. The inside of this cave was much different than his. Instead of a single round chamber, there were multiple round chambers, connected together. 

Jisung pulled you along into the next chamber until you reached the last one. “Through there,” he nodded towards a window in the rock wall. “This is so cool,” you commented as you swam over, pulling yourself up to peer out.

It was then that you saw it.

Jisung pulled himself up next to you, a wide grin on his face. “Wow,” you whispered. “Cool, huh?” he asked, resting his chin on his forearm.

Outside the cave was more stretch of ocean, waves rolling up onto a sandy beach. There was only about twenty feet between the beach and the treeline behind it and the beach stretched for about fifty feet between two rocky bluffs.

All along the beach, rolling in the waves were glowing blue lights. “Bioluminescent plankton,” you whispered. “They come here every night to feed,” he whispered. “It’s pretty cool, with the stars and the lights,” he continued.

You turned to look at him.

“This little alcove is remote,” he explained. “Human’s haven’t started colonizing it,” he added. “I think it might be privately owned,” he continued. You glanced at him before looking back at the beach. “I hope it stays like this,” you whispered, also resting your chin on your forearm.

You sat in silence, watching the lights dance in the waves. You could feel Jisung’s eyes on you and you turned to look at him, your cheeks burning. You watched his eyes flit between your eyes and your lips before he slowly moved. He lifted his hand, moving it to cup your face, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek.

Your heart started to hammer in your chest as he leaned closer. At that moment, a shrill laugh rang out from the direction of the trees. Jisung pulled back abruptly and you turned away from his gaze to look at the beach as a beam of light bounced along the sand.

“Teenagers,” you whispered as a group of teens came out of the woods, giggling as they descended on the shore. Jisung scoffed as he watched them. “Ungrateful little shits.” You snorted into a laugh. “Come on,” you said softly. “Before they decide to come into the water and find this cave with us inside.”

Jisung allowed you to lead him away, back through the cave. You pulled your mask back on, taking another deep breath and letting Jisung pull you through the narrow opening and back into the open ocean. You took your time swimming back, only hitching a ride when your legs gave out.

Back at the boat, Jisung watched you climb up the ladder and pulled himself up on the side again, watching as you disappeared into the cabin. In the privacy of your boat, you stripped and dried off, pulling on dry clothes and running a towel haphazardly over your hair before returning to Jisung.

His hair had started to dry as he lounged on the side of the boat, his tail hanging down the side of the vessel. You chuckled, turning on the lights of the boat and Jisung opened one eye to look at you. “Are you gonna sleep there?” you asked as you walked over, taking a seat on the cushion below where he was lounging.

He propped himself up, looking down at you. “What happened back there,” he started, his voice taking on a more serious tone. You looked away, feeling a sour taste bubbling up from your stomach. ‘He wants to forget it,’ you told yourself.

“It’s fine,” you interrupted. “It can’t happen, I know,” you added. You refused to look up at him so you missed the way his brows knitted together as he stared at you, a slight pout on his lips. “That’s what you’re going to say, right?” you asked when he didn’t answer.

“I’m a human and you’re not. So we can’t.”

You felt his fingers move under your chin, turning and tilting your head to face him. “Stop jumping to conclusions,” he said sternly before leaning in and closing the distance, pressing his lips against yours. For a split second, you panicked before accepting the gesture and melting into the kiss.

You whined as he started to pull back. You pulled him back in by the back of his neck, kissing him more fiercely. Jisung accepted your advances, lips parting as he took back control, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You pulled him closer, leaning back onto the cushions and forcing him to follow your movements.

Jisung groaned into the kiss and pulled back quickly. “Wait,” he gasped. “Sorry,” you whispered as he pushed himself up. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just give me a second.” You sat up as he pulled back, taking a few deep breaths. “Things were getting a little intense,” he admitted.

You smiled shyly. “Sorry,” you replied. “I got a little excited I guess,” you added, shrugging. Jisung chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “That’s okay,” he answered. “I did, too,” he admitted with a grin. “It happened really fast. I’m sorry if I crossed a line,” he continued.

You shook your head, pulling your knees up and resting your head against the backrest of the seat. “It’s okay,” you said softly, looking up at him in the lights of the boat. “I wanted it.” Jisung nibbled on his bottom lip nervously. “You did?” he asked, his voice sounding optimistic.

You nodded. “I did,” you reassured him. “You didn’t cross a line.”

“That’s a relief.”

Silence fell over you as you watched him and he watched you for a while. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you spoke. “Do you ever get scared?” you asked him. He tilted his head curiously. “Scare?” he asked. “Of what?”

“The town? Fishermen? Being discovered?”

Jisung hesitated, no doubt pondering his answer. “Sometimes,” he answered finally. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it but I like being left alone,” he said, smiling before speaking. “Well, mostly alone,” he added. “I just want to live my life like most creatures.”

“Have you ever been spotted before?” you asked and he smiled wider. “You tell me? Heard any stories?” you snorted as you realized what he was hinting at. “No, thankfully,” you replied. Jisung chuckled at your response. “There you have it. Safe and undiscovered except by you.”

He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Your cheeks heated up again. You could feel the heat spread all the way down to your core and you tried not to focus on the feeling lingering in your stomach. Jisung noticed a shift in your demeanor and tilted his head.

“You okay?” he asked softly, moving his hand to caress your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. You nodded wordlessly. “Yeah,” you answered. “I’m great,” you lied. “But it’s getting late,” you commented. “I should probably head out.”

You got up, Jisung sitting up and watching as you did. “Hey,” he called softly, reaching out for your hand. You allowed him to take hold of it and pull you closer. “I have to go hunting tomorrow but I’ll see you after, yeah?” he asked. You nodded, leaning in to press your forehead against his.

“Goodnight,” you said softly. Jisung pulled you in, placing a tender kiss against your lips. 

“Goodnight,” he whispered. You watched as he dove off the side of the boat and into the water with a splash, only surfacing to look up at you. You waved at him as he stared up at you. 

“See you tomorrow!” he called before disappearing below the surface, no doubt heading into his cave.

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered.

Only you didn’t see him the next day. Or the day after that. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him.

The night after Jisung took you to see the bioluminescent plankton and kissed you, your dreams were plagued with him. They started innocently, spending time exploring the caves but they soon took a turn and you were starting to have inappropriate thoughts and dreams about him.

Things you should definitely not be thinking about.

The dreams only escalated after that and soon you were dreaming about him showing up in your home, shark tail gone and replaced with human legs.

It was starting to get out of hand.

You hadn’t been back to see Jisung in almost a week and you were feeling guilty not only for disappearing but also for having continuous wet dreams about him. How were you supposed to look him in the eye when all you could think about was him pinning you down and having his way with you?

You knew sooner or later, you’d have to go back out there. You couldn’t just not ever come back. You at least needed to explain to him why you’d been avoiding him and avoiding coming back.

The final push came when you were at the market, looking at some cuts of steak for dinner when you overheard a conversation at the next stall over.

“You’re so full of shit, Paul,” a woman said, shaking her head as she continued crocheting. “No I’m not!” the man you presumed was Paul replied. “I saw it! Looked like a great big tiger shark but it had the upper body of a man!”

You froze, eyes widening as you inspected a particular cut of steak. ‘Jisung?’

“And where did you see this mermaid?” another man asked, laughing. “Near the pier! I was doing some fishing off the end when I spotted it! Was huge! Like ten feet long!” You felt your heart start to pound as you forced a smile and pointed out two steaks.

The stall owner packaged them up for you. “Thanks,” you murmured, handing over a few notes to pay for the meat as the conversation beside you carried on.

“I swear, I saw it!”

You walked away as the others around the man laughed and waved their hands, dismissing his claims. Upon returning home, your mind was made up for you as you entered your kitchen, making one of the steaks for yourself and saving the other. You wonder if Jisung had ever had steak before.

After dinner, you packed your stuff, grabbing your bikini and house keys. You stopped and grabbed the steak from the fridge and headed out of the house, locking up and walking towards the marina, bag slung over your shoulder.

You ignored the night beach goers enjoying bonfires as you headed for the docks. Once on your boat, you casted off, backing your boat out and driving out towards the caves where you knew Jisung had taken up residence.

You reached the rocks in record time, casting your anchor and moving to lower the microphone in the water. You normally didn’t have to use it but you figured after a week, you might need to use it to draw Jisung out.

You turned the dial, starting the dolphin call and sat on one of the seats.

You waited patiently, arms crossed over your chest before you got up and headed into the cabin, changing out of your clothes and into your bikini and then pulling on the wetsuit. As you exited the cabin you heard a splash and looked up to see Jisung perched on the side of your boat staring at you.

There was no smile nor greeting. He merely stared at you blankly.

Neither of you said anything as you stared at one another. Finally Jisung spoke.

“What?” he asked shortly. You crossed to the cooler, lifting the seat and opening the cooler lid. You pulled out the steak and held it up to show him. “Ever had beef?” you asked. Jisung narrowed his eyes. “That’s all you have to say?” he asked. You tore open the brown paper and removed the plastic, holding up the steak.

“Have you ever had steak?”

He glared at you. “Is this some kind of test?” he asked. You shook your head, walking over to where he was and climbed up to sit next to him. “No,” you replied. “I was at the market earlier and got steak,” you explained. He stared at you, glancing down at the meat and back up.

“And this is relevant, how?” he asked. He was clearly upset at you and you couldn’t fault him. You disappeared after he’d kissed you. You presented the steak. “How about you eat and I’ll talk, hmm?” you asked. He looked up at you hesitantly before he nodded.

You handed him the steak to inspect. “You said it’s beef?” he asked. You nodded as he raised it to sniff. “Cow,” you added. “It’s actually a really tender cut,” you continued. “I cooked the other one earlier and ate it for dinner.”

You turned away as he nibbled at the end of the steak. “I also heard an interesting story at the market when I was buying this steak,” you explained. “One of the guys there, a local fisherman. name’s Paul,” you said, glancing at him.

“Well, Paul told everyone in his vicinity that he’d seen something out on the pier while fishing this morning,” you continued, noticing how Jisung’ gaze flickered to you. “Said he’d seen something… strange.” Jisung lowered the partially eaten steak.

“Said it was huge. Looked like a massive tiger shark,” you continued as Jisung stared unblinkingly at you. “Said it had the torso of a man.” Realization dawned on his face as you spoke. “I was spotted?” he asked and you sighed. “What were you doing at the pier in broad daylight?” you asked.

Jisung looked away from you and down at the meat. “I went looking for you,” he admitted. Your heart skipped a beat. “Why?” you asked softly. “Because you vanished,” he replied, looking up at you. “I haven’t seen you for a week!”

Your stomach sank. It was as you feared. “I’m sorry,” you said softly as he ripped the steak apart with his hands. “I was dealing with some things,” you added as he tore into one of the pieces. You watched as he chewed the raw meat and swallowed. “Are you okay now?” he asked.

You nodded. “For the most part,” you added. “I’m still… dealing,” you admitted. Jisung devoured the last of the steak and looked at you. “Do you have any more of that?” he asked, sniffing the air. You chuckled and shook your head. “No,” you replied. “Just the one.”

He pouted. “That was really good,” he murmured, looking disappointed. He perked up quickly. “You’re here though,” he added and you nodded. “I know,” you replied. “And I’m sorry I was gone.” He shook his head and nodded towards the water. “I have something to show you, come on!” he said and before you could answer, he rolled off the boat with a splash into the water below.

Sighing you grabbed your snorkel mask and turned off the boat lights, making sure to grab your keys and the ankle flashlight. Once you were equipped, you climbed down the ladder and into the water with a splash. Making sure the mask was secure, you ducked your head.

You could see Jisung swimming near the opening to his cave. Once he was certain you spotted him, he slipped into the narrow opening and you took a deep breath before following, removing the mouth piece of your snorkel.

You pulled yourself into the opening and followed the path to the interior chamber, kicking toward the surface. Jisung was sitting on the ledge of the pool and you moved over to join him, pulling the mask off and setting it aside.

“What did you wanna show me?” you asked as you pulled yourself up. Jisung held up his hand, showing you a collection of shells. “Scallops,” you muttered, picking up one of the shells. “And this,” he added, showing you an intact clam.

“It already died,” he explained as he carefully pried it open with his nails. “But this is what I really wanted to show you,” he explained as he picked up something small and round and handed it over, placing it in your palm. It was a pearl.

“It’s so pretty,” you breathed, holding the pearl closer. Jisung smiled before he slipped into the water. “I have one more thing to show you,” he added and disappeared under the water, diving down to the bottom of the pool.

He resurfaced moments later and swam closer, holding up something small, smooth, and purple. “Sea glass,” he said as you took the smooth stone-like material. “I see this stuff all the time,” he explained as he rested his chin on your knee. You smiled at him. “You’re giving gifts now?” you asked and he nodded.

He took a deep breath, the smile on his face dropping. “Is something different about you?” he asked suddenly. You glanced down at him and shook your head. “No,” you replied. He lifted his head, sniffing the air. “Something smells different…”

Your cheeks burned as he leaned closer, inhaling your scent.

“Oh,” he said softly, glancing up at you.

“Are you-”

“These are really pretty gifts,” you interrupted, looking down at the pearl and sea glass. Jisung’s brow furrowed as you avoided his gaze. “Y/N,” he started and when you still didn’t look at him, he pulled himself up, caging you in with his arms as his body slotted between your thighs.

You let out a surprised squeak, the pearl and sea glass falling from your hands and into the water with a plop. Jisung was inspecting your face, leaning closer. “Jisung,” you warned as he leaned even closer, forcing you to lean back, holding yourself up with one hand.

One of his hands moved to your lower back and pulled your hips flush against him, forcing another squeak from your lips. Heat spread into your cheeks and pooled in the pit of your stomach and Jisung’s eyes widened as the realization hit him.

“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” he whispered. You shook your head. “I haven’t been avoiding-AHH!” you gasped as he very quickly pinned you down, your back flat against the rock as he hovered over you.

“You have,” he murmured. “You’ve been avoiding me. Was it the kiss?” he asked, his hands moving to pin your wrists together. “Did it have some sort of effect on--”

Jisung stopped, his words catching as he caught the change of your scent. The sudden flood of arousal that filled the cavern.

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and eyes darkening. “So that does it for you, does it?” he asked, grinning lopsidedly at you, showing his sharp teeth off. 

“Being pinned down and unable to move?”

You stared up at him, breathing heavily as heat rushed to your core, a tingling sensation starting to form in your toes. “W-what?” you whispered, your voice much softer than you intended. Jisung’s grin widened. “I think you do. I think you like this,” he continued.

You shook your head but your voice wouldn’t come out. Jisung tilted his head, black eyes boring into yours. “I think you’re lying,” he said, leaning down, his lips inches from yours. “I think you like the idea of being unable to fight back,” he chuckled, nose nuzzling into your cheek.

“Maybe I should teach you a lesson for disappearing on me for three nights. Making me worry about you.” You let out an involuntary whimper, feeling his hips grind against yours. Jisung let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, baby,” Jisung whispered as he ghosted his lips over the skin of your neck up to your ear.

“You really should have stayed away another night.”

You let out a squeal as Jisung pulled back, water splashing as he pulled you with him.

You surfaced, kicking under you to stay afloat as you looked around quickly. You turned back to the rocky ledge, to pull yourself up but as you got about halfway out of the water, Jisung resurfaced, pressing against your back and pinning you against the rocks.

You let out a cry of surprise as he chuckled in your ear, his hands wandering to your wetsuit and your eyes widened as you heard a rip of the fabric. ‘Did he just…’

When Jisung pulled back to admire his handiwork, you realized he’d ripped the entire back of your wetsuit open, completely ignoring the zipper right next to it.

You lowered yourself into the water and turned to look over your shoulder at him, finding half of his face submerged in the water. “What the hell!” you snapped. Jisung darted forward, pinning you against the rock wall. “Sorry, little fish,” he chuckled as his hands were quick to start pulling your wetsuit off, leaving you in just your swimsuit.

“That was my favorite wetsuit,” you pouted as you watched it sink into the depths of the pool. Jisung blocked your view, taking your face in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, leaning in until your lips were inches apart. You stared back at him, unmoving. He hesitated, a slight smirk crossing his features before he finally closed the distance, kissing you.

Your lips parted in a gasp allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. Your own hands had moved to the rocks, trying to keep yourself from sinking. Jisung pulled back, lips ghosting across your cheek and kissing down the side of your neck.

You felt him nip at the string of your bikini top. “I could easily snap this,” he mused before continuing to kiss along your shoulder. You opened your mouth to retort but he pressed his hips against yours, ripping a moan from your throat instead.

Another roll of his hips and your hands slipped from the rocks. Jisung was quick to grab your wrists, placing your hands on his shoulders. “If you need to hold onto something, hold onto me,” he said, watching your face as he rutted against you again.

Your head was swimming, heat pooling in your lower belly as the shark creature grinded against you, one hand holding onto the rocky ledge while the other moved down to your thigh, holding your hips in place. The rocks in the wall behind you jutted out, pushing into your back but you couldn’t be bothered to care, not when Jisung was breathing heavily into your ear, teasing you with his words.

“You know I could pin you down and have my way with you right now if I wanted to, right?”

You let out another moan as he rutted against you. “What’s stopping you,” you breathed, your voice just audible over the sound of the water lapping against the rocks. Jisung chuckled softly, his breath fanning over your collar and neck. “Because,” he started, slowing his movements.

“I’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you.”

One of your hands moved up the back of his neck, tangling in his dark locks. “Then consider this my consent,” you whispered before pulling him into a heated kiss. It only lasted for a few moments before Jisung lifted you up out of the water, placing you on the edge of the rock ledge.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, reaching up and untying one side of your bikini bottoms, letting the material fall before untying the other side and grabbing your hips in his hands. You had no time to ask what he was doing before you felt his tongue rough against your clit.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut, one hand moving to his hair. Jisung ignored your grip on him, merely licking slowly up your slit. “That steak tasted amazing,” he noted, his voice low and gravelly.

“But you taste divine.”

You let out another moan as his lips attached to your clit, teasing, flicking, and sucking on the sensitive nub. You felt the tips of his pointed nails digging slightly into the flesh of your thighs. “Oh shit,” you gasped as he nipped at your clit.

“J-Jisung!” you whined, back arching as he lapped at your clit. “Keep saying my name like that,” he groaned against you. “Sounds so good when you say it like that, baby.”

“I need you pliant,” he murmured, pulling back to look at your slit. “But I don’t wanna hurt you,” he added softly. “Spread your legs for me, cutie,” he instructed. “And keep them spread.”

You did as he asked, spreading your thighs, squeaking out a small yelp when he pushed your knees closer to you. “Hold right here,” he said, patting the backs of your knees. You replaced his hands and groaned as you felt his tongue against your slit.

“Relax for me,” you heard him mutter and you took a deep breath.

You felt the tip of his tongue push into your hole and both of you groaned; you at the intrusion and him at the taste and warmth of your cunt. You felt him ease more of his tongue into your walls and wondered if he’d been hiding the majority of his tongue.

You moaned, walls clenching as his tongue moved in and out of you slowly. “F-fuck. I didn’t know you could do that,” you whined. Jisung hummed against you, sending vibrations against your clit and you gasped out.

Just as quickly, he withdrew his tongue and pulled back. “I think that’s enough,” he said as you propped yourself up, chest heaving. “I’ll just have to take my time easing into you,” he added, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

You let out a yelp as your lower half fell into the water. “Turn around,” he growled, grabbing your hips and pushing you into position as you held onto the ledge. Jisung lifted you partially out of the water, holding you in place. “W-what’re you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he chuckled. You felt something warm and wet grind against you and you let out a moan. “O-okay,” you said as he pressed the head of his cock against your slit. “It’s not too late to tap out,” he joked and you shook your head.

“No,” you retorted. “I want this.” 

Jisung hissed, the tip of his cock slipping into you and making you gasp at the intrusion. You hadn’t gotten to see it before he was pushing it into you but it felt huge. You moaned, your walls stretching to accommodate him as he slid in, inch by inch.

“Hold still,” you heard him whisper as he pinned you against the ledge. “What--FUCK!”

You cursed, gasping as he thrust forward, sheathing his entire length inside you with one motion.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, knees bumping into the rock wall as Jisung bottomed out. “Hah, so t-tight,” you heard him grunt. “M’gonna fuck you so good,” he chuckled, resting his forearm over your back. “Now just stay still, baby,” he continued, slowly pulling back and snapping his hips forward, making you gasp.

“Fuck you feel good. I should have done this a lot sooner,” he mused, setting a steady pace, thrusting into you from behind. “J-Jisung,” you whimpered. You felt his breath as he leaned in close to your ear. “This was more fun when you fought back,” he panted. “So fight me.”

You tried to push yourself up but he just forced you back down. “Come on, baby,” he cooed. “You can do better than that. Beg me to stop,” he laughed, slamming into you, making you see stars with each thrust. “S-stop,” you stammered weakly.

Jisung laughed again, his breath hot and heavy against the back of your neck. “Is that the best you’ve got?” he asked. “Come on, pet,” he continued, grunting with effort. “Really beg me.”

S-stop, please,” you whimpered, finding a little more strength in your voice. You didn’t want him to stop though. Not when it felt so good. “That’s it,” Jisung groaned. “Keep it going. Beg me not to fuck you. Tell me you want me to let you go. Plead with me,” he growled.

You gasped as he gave you a hard thrust, stealing the words from your tongue and the breath from your lungs. “J-Jisung. Stop. This is wr-wrong. P-please s-uh-stop,” you moaned into the rocky surface. You noticed how your whines and pleas only spurred him on.

You tried again to push yourself up only for him to grab both of your wrists, forcing you back down against the rocks, pinning your arms behind your back with one hand. “You really think you can fight me off?” he scoffed, thrusts increasing in speed.

“You think you’re strong enough?”

You shook your head, moans slipping from your lips as your mind started to go blank. “That’s right, little fish,” he smirked. “You’re powerless against me. You can’t do anything. You’re completely at my mercy. This entire time you think you’ve been in control?”

He chuckled darkly. “You haven’t been in control of shit. I let you think you had the power here. You’re out of your depth, Y/N. You have no idea what you’re up against,” he growled, slowing his thrusts to deep rolls, making your eyes roll back and a low moan escape the back of your throat.

“I let you leave every night but you always come back to me,” he continued. “Why do you think that is?” he asked softly, continuing to grind against you, his cock lodged deep in your walls. “Because you’re mine,” he growled. “You’ve been mine from the moment you entered this cave and you’ll be mine when you leave ‘cause no matter how many times you leave after this…” he trailed off, licking against your pulse point.

“You’ll always come back to me.”

You let out a mix between a scream and a moan as you felt his sharp teeth pierce your skin. ‘He just bit you. You’re gonna bleed out, you idiot!’

Despite the sharp stinging pain, the bite was more superficial with only minimal bleeding. It was meant to scar you. To mark you. You were now marked as his. 

Upon sinking his teeth into your skin, Jisung felt your walls contract around his cock and he groaned, his thrusts regaining the same relentless pace from before, slamming into you repeatedly, savoring your cries of both pleasure and pain from the bite. It would heal. It wasn’t that deep anyway.

Your walls tightened, restricting his movement as he felt you cum and he coaxed you through it, whispering words of encouragement in your ear as you came down from your high. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

You moaned in response as he kept going. “It’s my turn, little one,” he murmured. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay. Just let go. I’ve got you,” he added, keeping a firm hold on your wrists. “Gonna fill this cute little pussy with my cum and make you mine.”

He readjusted your hips so the rock wasn’t digging into your hips before chasing his own. The sound of skin on skin echoed around the small cavern, bouncing off the rock walls, mixing with your moans until Jisung finally let out a slew of curses, strung between moans as he came, burying his cock deep inside you and filling your cunt with his seed.

He knew it wouldn’t take. You were human after all. He couldn’t actually breed with you but damn did it feel good to pretend for a few minutes as he came down from his own orgasm, muttering into your ear about how you were bound to him forever and how cute you’d look carrying his child.

When the moment passed, Jisung inspected the bite wound to your shoulder, clicking his tongue. “I could have bitten harder,” he murmured as he released your arms. “It might not show once it heals,” he added as you pushed yourself up. “If it doesn’t show up,” you said, your voice hoarse.

“I guess you’ll just have to try again.”

Jisung smiled as you looked over your shoulder at him. “How about tomorrow?” he asked, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. You rolled your eyes. “I meant after it heals, you perverted sex fiend!”

Jisung pouted as you pushed him away, his cock slipping out of you and retracting back into his body as you shakily pulled yourself up onto the rock ledge. “But,” he started as you grabbed your bikini bottoms and turned to face him. “No buts,” you retorted. “Let me heal first, otherwise you might kill me.”

Jisung watched as you put your swimsuit back on, retying the strings. He watched as you moved back to sit on the edge, dipping your legs into the water before moving to push your thighs apart and slot between them, resting his arms on the tops of your thighs.

He smiled a toothy grin when you looked down, meeting his gaze before he spoke.

“So, the day after tomorrow?”

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1. spit play/hate fucking ￫ San 

2. somnophilia ￫ Seonghwa 

3. uniform ￫ Yunho 

4. public sex/feminization ￫ Wooyoung 

5. dacryphilia ￫ Mingi

6. auralism ￫ Mommy! Hwa 

7. aphrodisiacs/overstim ￫ Jongho 

8. degradation ￫ Yeosang 

9. oral fixation ￫ Mingi 

10. threesome/ritual ￫ Hongjoong/Wooyoung

11. impregnation ￫ San 

12. nipple play ￫ Hongjoong 

13. mirror sex/edging ￫ Yunho 

14. soft dom/sub, roleplay, food play ￫ Seonghwa 

15. size kink ￫ Mingi 

16. sadism ￫ Jongho 

17. daddy kink/praise ￫ Yeosang 

18. femdom ￫ Hongjoong

19. double penetration ￫ Yunho/San

20. deepthroat/collaring ￫ Hongjoong 

21. voyeurism ￫ San/Wooyoung

22. masturbation ￫ Yeosang 

23. cheating/creampie ￫ San

24. pegging ￫ Jongho 

25. manhandling/strength kink ￫ Mingi  

26. omegaverse/vampire ￫ Seonghwa 

27. furry/hybrid ￫ Wooyoung

28. mommy kink/breathplay ￫ Mommy! San

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[whlfchn]

first time ~ bang chan

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

rating: 18+! warnings below cut!

genre: some fluff, smut, soft!dom chan

synopsis: in which a late night visit turns into one of the first of many thrilling nights

notes: finally reposting on my new blog whlfchn!

warnings: smut, some praising, soft dom, riding, sex, breast play

!my content is not suitable for minors! 18+ only! by reading more you consent to being 18+ and to nsfw content and take all responsibility!

you washed the dishes, tidied your apartment, scrolled through your phone, but just couldn't focus. all that could be heard was your thoughts.

as always, chan was running late. you weren't upset he was late but you were worried for him. ever since you knew him he would work to the point of no return. the members would always tell him to go home and not overwork himself, but he was a hard worker. he would stay up all night in the studio. It always worried you, but now that you were dating it worried you even more. he was yours and you were his. you wanted him to take care of himself.

you only started dating a little over two months ago. you knew each other for years, but it was never the right time and you were both extremely shy to tell the other how you felt. it naturally happened after hanging out to get food, late night talks, and you visiting him in the studio often. you both felt safe with each other, always giggling, thinking about each other, eager to learn more, and eager for more than just friendship. you finally told each other how you felt and got together.

you've been together a lot since you started dating, but these past weeks he's been extremely busy and staying at the studio later than he said he would. you were feeling a little lonely. tonight you were supposed to watch some movies, cuddle and order some takeout. however he was running late again which was becoming common. you felt lonely, but more concerned that he was overworking himself.

which is why you decided to call lee know since chan wasn't picking up.

"hey lino, how are you?", you smiled.

"hey y/n? I'm good... what do you want?" he groaned jokingly and giggled while you could hear the faint sound of meows in the background. 

"always so nice to me lino," you giggled.

"do you know where chan is? he was in the studio when I last spoke to him and he was supposed to meet me like 30 minutes ago, but he isn't picking up." you frowned and sighed.

"last I saw he was still in his studio working on our new song. we told him to go home with the rest of us, but he insisted on finishing this tonight. I told him if he didn't stop by midnight I would hurt him so I guess it's looking like I'll have to do that tomorrow," he said while thinking of all the ways he could go about this punishment.

"no need no need! I think i'm going to check up on him and bring him some food, since I know for a fact he probably hasn't eaten," you tell him in the hopes chan wont get his butt whooped by lee know tomorrow.

"yahh, don't interrupt my plans, and nope we only had lunch and since he hasn't left yet he definitely hasn't eaten yet. well... get him back to your place or home soon or else I will beat him up tomorrow for working late again," he told you.

with that you quickly said your goodbye and got ready to leave. on the way there you picked up some takeout.

now here you were, outside his studio door, with food in hand. you knocked on the door.

"channie? it's me y/n," you said to no avail when nothing was said in return.

you opened the door slowly peeking your head in and saw him sitting on his chair facing the computer with headphones on. no wonder he couldn't hear you. as you opened the door he sighed heavily and took off his headphone leaning further back in his chair facing away from the door. he still hadn't noticed your presence.

"channie?," you whispered when he finally noticed you and jumped a little.

"you scared me," he said giggling and running his hand over his face to cover the embarrassment.

you put your bags down on the couch and walked over to him. he turned the chair around and opened his legs a little further and grabbed onto your waist while you went to grab his face and lean down to give him a peck on the lips. he smiled tiredly then quickly looked at the time on his watch and brought one hand up to his face sighing.

"baby, i'm so sorry. I didn't realize I was this late," he pouted to you. he looked so cute you couldn't resist, but gave him another peck on the lips.

"it's okay, I was more worried that you were overworking yourself and didn't eat yet. soooooo.... I brought you some food," you told him, freeing yourself from him and grabbing the bag of takeout to put on his desk. the moment he saw it he gave you the cheekiest smile and he showed those dimples you loved so much.

"baby you didn't have to, I was late and lost track of time and you still do this for me, I really don't deserve it," he said pouting those cute lips again.

you giggled and put the food on his table while feeling his eyes roam your body and outfit. you were wearing sweatpants and a tight cropped tank top.

"channie you deserve the best, it's really no problem," you said, turning to the side and smiling at him. he melted at how cute this was and how beautiful you were.

"thankyou baby, but I still have so much I have to finish tonight," he said, sighing. he then proceeded to start grabbing some food and smiling like a little kid who got sweets.

"it's okay, I understand, that's why i'll join you until you finish," you say smiling while grabbing some food then going to sit on the couch.

"baby, i'm probably going to be here for a while, I don't want to make you be here that long all bored and waiting on me," he said while digging into his food.

"it's okay channie, I don't mind and this way I'll know you wont get home too late and overwork yourself," you say smiling at him.

"okay baby, i'll be right here if you need something, you're the best," he says smiling at you then proceeds to turn around in his chair to start working on his computer again while eating.

you continue eating while listening to the music and beats he's doing on the computer. he connected to the speaker so that you were included somehow while he worked. once you were done eating you proceeded to lay down on the couch and relax. after a while you got a little bored and started watching chan work. you couldn't help, but notice how beautiful your boyfriend was no matter what he wore or did. he had on his snug black t-shirt, gray sweatpants, his chain around his neck. you noticed how his shirt accentuated his muscles which led to his bracelet on those veiny hands with the nails painted black. you pictured those veiny hands wrapped around your throat. you quickly shook your head fast to stop thinking about those things. you were slowly getting hornier.

you weren't together that long and chan was busy most nights so you guys haven't gotten that far yet. the most you've done is make out, grind against each other on his lap, and feel each other up. you would have gone farther if changbin didn't get home earlier than he was supposed to that day and walk in on you guys on the couch. It was awkward and embarrassing to say the least. your boyfriend just looked so damn yummy tonight you couldn't help, but think of him that way. you were slowly getting sexually frustrated. you knew he would stare at your ass, get all flirty with you at times, and you might have noticed his pants were left really snug after some hot make out sessions. so you knew he was interested in more too, but you just never found a perfect moment and had the time.

he looked so good tonight and you wanted more than just pecks on the lips. so you decided to sit up from the couch and walk up behind him wrapping your arms around his neck while giving him a couple kisses on the cheek. he hummed and smiled while continuing to work. he didn't tell you anything so you continued. you gave him slower kissing on his cheek and slowly started kissing down to his neck. once you got to his neck his hands halted for a quick second but continued his work. he stayed quiet this time. so you decided to start kissing his neck and lightly sucking on it. doing it  just enough, but not too long or hard to leave a mark. that's when he froze.

"baby, what are you doing?," he giggled a bit while biting his bottom lip.

"just showing you how much I missed you," you said before continuing to tease his neck a little more by licking and biting the spots you sucked on. he sucked in a sharp breath and you could swear you heard a small moan.

"baby, I missed you too, but I have work I need to finish," he told you firmly. he might have liked that, but chan has a lot of self control.

"work can wait baby, you need a break, pleaseee" you said, stopping what you were doing and pouting at him cutely. he smiled warmly at your reaction and gave you a peck on the lips. you both smiled fondly at each other. which then turned into another and another peck until you started kissing. It started off slowly. lips matching perfectly to each other. it was as if you melted into the kiss and it quickly got faster and intoxicating. you caught his bottom lip with your teeth giving it a little tug. he started breathing heavily and separated from your lips moving his chair around to face you. he then met your lips again and grabbed your waist. you put your hands on his shoulders and got on the chair to straddle his lap.

you started to swirl your tongue against his and got lost in the sensation. you slowly ran your hands through his hair and pulled on it. he moaned into the kiss and bit your bottom lip. he slowly started running his hands down your waist to your hips. fingers hesitant on grabbing your ass. so you took one hand out of his hair and put it on top of his and brought it to your ass. that gave him the go ahead to squeeze it and give it a little slap which caused you to moan into his mouth. you started to grind your hips against his causing you both to moan. he put both hands on your ass helping you grind harder against him. your head started getting dizzy from the lust. he stopped kissing you and kept his hands on your ass, but took the pressure off a bit.

"baby, mhmm.... maybe we should stop, I really need to work" he grunted out while biting his lips watching you still grind against him.

"do you want to stop?," you said, slowing down your hips a bit watching him for his reaction and response. he bit his lip even harder and closed his eyes looking up and sighed. you could tell he was trying to regain self control.

"things are getting a little... intense to say the least and we are in the studio baby, you don't deserve to be in this little chair," he said licking his lips and looking at you with his eyes slightly hooded.

"as long as i'm with you I could care less where we are, with you anywhere is perfect," you told him, starting to pick the pace back up.

"are you sure you want to continue baby?," he said, slightly gripping your ass more.

"yes baby, work can wait. I want you and I could tell you want me too," you said looking down at his crotch smirking. you could feel his hard length under you between the fabric. making you want him even more. you brought your lips inches apart, lips brushing against each other.

"fuck it," he muttered meeting your lips hungrily and gripping your ass to grind hard against him. you started running your hands from his shoulders to his torso. you teasingly lifted his shirt a bit touching his abs. he shivered from the touch of your cold delicate hands. he took one hand off your ass slowly going from your waist to your boobs and gave you a squeeze before leading up to your throat to hold it on one side while detaching his lips from yours to land on your neck.

he started to suck on your neck while one hand slapped your ass hard making you let out a breathy moan. you were feeling dizzy and wanted some more. you brought your hands down to his hard length and cupped him causing him to nip at your neck. you started to rub your hand up and down teasing him. he was leaving hickeys all over your neck which you were more than okay with, but slightly irritated because you wanted to do the same, but couldn't because his makeup artists would kill him and you. he knew this and was doing it on purpose.

once you started rubbing him faster he stopped sucking your neck.

"hold on to me baby," he whispered to you while holding your thighs. you wrapped your hands around his neck and then he lifted you up from the chair and found your lips again, starting to move towards the couch. he sat down with you on top of him straddling and instantly moved his hands to your ass again. you started to tug at his shirt asking for him to take it off. he let your lips go and took off his shirt throwing it behind the couch.

your lips found each other again and you instantly went to touch his abs and bring your hands up and down feeling him up. he put his hands on your waist slightly tugging at the tank top. you crossed your hands under your shirt and took it off throwing it behind the couch. he looked at your body with such lust, hunger, and hooded eyes. he started to bring his hands to your chest and slowly rubbed your breasts through your red lace bra causing your breath to hitch.

"Is this okay baby?, if you ever want me to stop you tell me and i'll stop right away," he said pausing his movement and looking you in the eyes with such sincerity and care.

"of course baby, I want this, I want you," you said, biting your lip waiting for his response.

"I want you too baby," he rasped while bringing his lips to yours and then slowly trailing kisses down your neck and finally to your chest. he looked up at you while slowly licking your breasts through your bra. it was lace and see through so you were able to feel his warm wet tongue on your now hardened peaks. he brought one hand to rub your other breast before dipping into the bra and flicking your nipple causing you to moan from all these sensations. he switched breasts to give the other one the same attention. he soon brought his hand to your back near the clasp looking up at you for confirmation. you gave him a nod and that gave him the okay to undo your bra and your breasts bounced out of the bra causing him to grunt at the view.

"you're so fucking perfect," he said before latching his mouth onto your nipple. swirling his tongue, sucking, then biting it lightly. you felt your panties start to pool a bit. you couldn't take it anymore.

"baby, I need more. I want to feel you inside me," you murmured. you were normally a fan of more foreplay and oral, but you needed to feel his throbbing length inside of you. this tension has been building up for a long time. he let go of your nipple.

"say please?," he said while holding your chin up with two fingers to look at him. he had this playful look in his eyes. he loved to tease and flirt with you, but seeing you like this drove him mad. he was teasing you, but anything you wanted and asked for he would do in an instant.

"please baby, I can't sit still," you moaned, waiting for his response. he kissed your neck.

"good girl, anything you want," he rasped while bringing his lips to kiss you again before tugging at your waist band and slowly putting his hand further down your pants reaching your aching wet core. you flinched a little at the touch of the exact spot you needed him inside of. he slowly started to tease your folds going up and down, semi entering his fingers then rubbing, teasing, and going slow on your nub. once you moaned louder he stopped his movements.

"you're so wet. that's so fucking hot," he rasped out.

"take your clothes off. right now.," he growled into your ear.

he took his hands out of your panties that were now drenched. you got up from his lap and slowly started pulling your pants down along with your panties. chan did not take his eyes off of you. he was eating you up. this was the first time he saw you completely naked and from this day forward he would worship you and your beautiful body.

"so fucking perfect, i'm the luckiest man," he whispered.

he then took two fingers and motioned for you to start coming closer to him again.

"I want you to take off my clothes, think you can do that for me beautiful?," he said while tracing your bare thighs and teasingly going near your core. he bit your lip and shook your head yes.

"I need you to use your words baby," he demanded sweetly while "accidently" brushing your core. this made you shiver.

"yes-ss," you eagerly said while bringing your hands down his chest to his waist band tugging on it. he lifted his hips to help you take them off. you took his boxers down with his sweatpants. his hard length popped out and slapped against his stomach. it was glistening with pre-cum and was thick and veiny. your mouth got watery thinking about how good he would feel inside of you.

"I want you to show me how much you missed me," he said while grabbing his wallet from his pants on the floor, throwing it next to him and bringing you to sit on his lap. he was referring to the comment you made when you started this.

"but first. are you sure you want to do this? just tell me to stop and I'll stop," he said while caressing your cheek and tracing your lips.

"i'm sure baby," you told him eagerly. he then grabbed his wallet and popped a condom out. he threw the wallet on the floor and put one side in his mouth and opened it with one hand while the other was squeezing your ass. while he was getting the condom out you grabbed his hard length and spread the pre cum up and down his length causing him to grunt and moan. you started jerking him off slowly until he finally started to put the condom on his length. once it was on you found each other's lips and it was the sweetest, and tastiest kiss. tongues slowly swirling.

"are you ready baby?," he said while positioning you both. ready when you are.

"yes baby," you said before finding his lips. he then lowered you down his length, entering you slowly. you both moaned into the kiss. you continued kissing while you adjusted to his length. you dug your nails into his shoulders starting to slowly bounce up and down.

" that's it baby, you're doing such a good job," he grunted while slapping your ass causing you to moan and start going faster. lust started taking over and you were going as fast as you could. all that could be heard in the dark room was moaning and skin on skin. he started to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while filling you up with his length. he felt so filling and so good in you. it was intoxicating. your thighs were starting to get sore from all the bouncing and starting shaking a little, but you couldn't stop, it felt so good. chan sensed this.

"hold on tight baby," he says as he stands up gripping your thighs wrapped around his waist while he's still inside you. bringing his lips to yours while gently slamming your body against a wall and pounding into you.

he was pounding into you so fast and rough you couldn't even think. It felt so good. your nerves were on fire. you started to squeeze on his length causing him to grunt and moan louder and louder as time went on. you could tell he was close with how sloppy it got, but so were you.

he then walked over to the couch with you on top. as you were about to start riding to continue chasing your coming orgasm he lifted his thighs up forcefully causing you to fall on his chest as he brought his hips up and started slamming into you while his hands rested on your back holding you in place. the sensation of your nipples rubbing against his hard chest and his hard and long length slamming into you had your muscles tightening, back arching, and legs trembling. it felt so good and rough. you bit down on his shoulder near his neck to suppress your loud moans causing him to grunt and moan the loudest you've heard him so far. finally your walls fluttered around his length and you came. the sensation of your walls closing around him made chan cum right after you with the sexiest moan escaping his lips.

you put all your weight on him huffing and breathing hard starting to come down from your orgasm. he was also breathing hard and started rubbing small circles on your back. you both met each other's eyes after catching your breath a bit and gave each other a sweet kiss that spoke words about how amazing it was. once you broke the loving kiss you remembered something and checked the time on the clock in the room.

"not to ruin the moment, but it's 12:30 am baby... lee know said you had to leave by 12:00am or else he was going to make you suffer," you told him.

his eyes bulged out of his head and all you could do was giggle at this moment and how far you guys came after all these years.

what you didn't know was this was only the first of many amazing nights together.

disclaimer: my writing is intended for entertainment and does not represent any real person! the names are used for purely fictional purposes!

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[nebulousbrainsoup]

hey could i send a request for han jisung x readers enemies to lovers university au with the smut prompts 1 + 45 + 81(spoiled they get caught🤭) maybe with a party setting 🥰 thank you sm

prompts:

1. "I love it when you moan my name." || 45. "Just shut up and fuck me." || 81. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you."

Vehemently

fulfilled as part of my 150(ish) followers event.

PAIRING: han jisung x fem!reader GENRE: enemies to lovers, smut, college au RATING: 18+ ; minors/ageless blogs dni TAGS/WARNINGS: ft. felix, hyunjin & lino, swearing, alcohol use, drug use, slight misunderstandings, sassy jisung & reader, quick edit, let me know if i missed anything! WORD COUNT: 3.7k SUMMARY: above! A/N: i haven't been able to stop thinking about this request since you sent it, but good LORD has this fic eluded me. i think i'm coming to the realization that i cannot be mean to any of the boys who are younger than me, even if it's only by a few months. but here you are, my dear, i hope the wait was worth it. have a full-length fic as an apology </3

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NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: lil bit of hate sex, rough sex, dom-leaning jisung, sub-leaning reader, but they’re both switches to me, bratty behavior, biting, marking, brief oral (fem receiving), use of a condom, protected sex, piv, little bit of edging, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty boy), getting caught; let me know if i missed anything, please!

Coming to this party was an awful idea. You’d known it when Felix had invited you, but he’d flashed those big brown eyes of his at you and you’d melted immediately. It was his birthday, after all, and you and Hyunjin were his best friends—it would be rude for you not to show, especially since your roommate had made it clear that he would be going. Though you were wary, you decided to give it the benefit of the doubt, with a promise from Hyunjin that he would stay by your side.

The second you’d walked through the door, though, Felix had wrapped you both up in hugs, and when you’d turned back around to find your roommate, he’d vanished. The same happened with Felix when you spun back around, and you were left alone in the entryway of a house you had never been to before. You sighed in defeat, resigning yourself to finding the kitchen alone. If you were going to be here, you may as well take advantage of the free liquor. 

You’d nearly finished mixing your drink when a familiar, loud laugh caught your attention, and a chill lit down your spine. Of course Changbin would be here, you reminded yourself. He’s one of Felix’s favorite people, after all, and just because he—and probably Chris, now that you thought about it—was here, it didn’t mean Han Jisung would be. You would be fine.

Lee Minho, on the other hand, was a more unexpected sight, and you nearly jumped out of your skin at finding the man staring at you, head tilted in confusion. He looked much like the black cat he was frequently compared to, and felt just as ill an omen. Sure, he and Felix were on the dance team together, but you had never known them to be close. Han and Minho on the other hand, had always been suspiciously so. 

You gave a tight smile, which he did not return, instead asking, “What are you doing here?”

You scrunched up your nose at him. “It’s… Felix’s birthday party? Why wouldn’t I be here?”

Realization, though you weren’t sure of what, dawned on his face. “Ah, of course, silly me.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Why are you here?” 

“It’s Felix’s birthday party,” he echoed, raising his plastic cup to you before turning to head out of the kitchen. “And Han’s, too.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you watched him nearly skip away, and you quickly downed your entire drink. If Hyunjin couldn’t get you out of here now, you were going to have a long night ahead of you.

By the time you finally found your roommate, you had already caught sight of Han twice. You were fuming quietly when you finally made your way out to the backyard, unsurprisingly finding Hyunjin with a joint in one hand and a cup in the other, laughing as he passed it on to Jeongin. His eyes flickered up to you as you approached, and he began to scoot over to make room for you in the circle.

“Sorry! I kind of forgot we were sticking together. You can—”

“Did you know this was Han’s party, too?” You cut in, hands on your hips. 

The circle went quiet, and Hyunjin tilted his head at you. “You… didn’t?”

“If I did, I probably wouldn’t have come.” You seethed, and he flushed, eyes dropping to the floor. When he didn’t reply, you huffed, crossing your arms and starting back for the house. “Whatever. I’m out of here.”

It wasn’t anything against Felix or Hyunjin; you simply hated Han Jisung. You’d shared a gen-ed course your first year here, and he was the first face that stuck out to you in the lecture hall. You hadn’t expected much when you finally gathered the nerve to approach him—maybe a hello, or a quick number exchange. Instead, he’d kept his head down, given you a disinterested half-glance over, and made his way to the door without a single word, leaving you standing awkwardly alone in the middle of the lecture hall. When you’d finally gotten to know him through your mutual friends—with some reluctance—you’d immediately found him loud and annoying, far too cocky for your tastes. Between the awful first impression and his inability to take anything, especially you, seriously, your hatred for him had bloomed quickly.

And now, here you were at his birthday party. You’d seen him, sure, but you’d be damned if you let him see you. You had appearances to keep up and a heart to keep intact. Resolving to find Felix before just ditching him, you made your way back into the roiling crowd in the living room. It was hard to see between or over the dancing bodies as you were jostled, trying fruitlessly to elbow your way through, and you quickly abandoned that plan of action. Sighing, you made your way back to the kitchen, hoping for a little peace to clear your scrambled mind.

No such luck would come, it seemed, as the moment you turned the corner into the kitchen, you slammed face-first into the very man you were trying to avoid. His own freshly made drink went down the front of both of you, and you huffed a sigh, biting the inside of your lip to keep the tears of frustration from spilling. This party was a stupid idea.

“Oh, shit, are you okay?”

Before you could spiral into your abyss of self-loathing, his voice cut through your thoughts. 

“Fine,” you spat, “can’t say the same for my clothes, though.”

He frowned, irritation crossing his features at your attitude. “Look, sorry, but maybe you should watch where you’re going next time. I know you hate me, but take it easy on the booze, would you?” 

You rolled your eyes heartily, turning on your heel. Just as you were about to cross back into the living room, his hand latched around your wrist. “Wait!” He looked stunned as you turned around, swallowing thickly and giving you a once-over. “It’s kind of my fault, too, I wasn’t really… Let me grab you something to wear and I can dry your clothes or something.”

“It’s fine, I was heading out anyway.”

“It’s only been an hour. Felix wants you to at least stay til midnight, right? For his actual birthday? You and Hyunjin are like his best friends, come on. Don’t make him suffer just ‘cause you’re pissed at me.”

You scrunched up your nose and, not for the first time, Jisung thought it was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. He never quite figured out why you hated him so much, but it was common knowledge between your mutual friends, and he played into it every chance he got. It was easier that way; he could put some distance between himself and his feelings for you. Whatever the reason may be, you absolutely despised him, and to see you here tonight was a complete surprise. He assumed you were here for Felix—everyone knew how close the two of you were; and the last thing he wanted to do was force you to leave the party because of his presence or clumsiness.

“Let me help. For him. Then I’ll stay out of your hair for the rest of the night.”

You sighed, but the way your shoulders slumped told Han he had won this battle. “Fine,” you muttered, tugging your wrist free of his grasp. “But it’s just for Lix.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he teased, grinning widely. As he squeezed past you, he took your hand, grip tightening as you tried to yank away from him. 

“Don’t want you to get lost in the fray, do we?” His cocky little smirk was still plastered on his face, and you rolled your eyes heartily, gesturing him forward.Although it had heat rising to your cheeks, you were thankful for Jisung’s hand in yours—though you were loath to admit it, he was right. You would have been swept away in the crowd within seconds if not for his firm grip. God, what you would do to have those hands elsewhere; he really was unfairly pretty. As he dragged you along, you got a lovely view of just how much he had filled out since that first day in the lecture hall—his shoulders having broadened and his biceps having thickened. Despite your front, you were just as head over heels for this man as you had been the day you laid eyes on him.

There were significantly fewer people upstairs, and you tugged your hand from his grip the moment you could, though with slightly less vehemence this time. He still shot a sideways glance back at you, a half-glare that held less heat than it had earlier. By the time you made it to his room, you were fighting to keep your façade up, replaying how quick he’d been to help you and how his hand felt in yours on a loop. It seemed both of you were struggling to hold onto your hatred. As you crossed the threshold into a space that, until this point, seemed both forbidden and tainted, you felt a shift in the air. 

His space was a lived-in amount of messy; there was a half-full Starbucks cup on his desk, clothes on the floor, and his bed was unmade. He didn’t touch the light switch by the door, instead picking up a remote, the lamps connected to it casting a warm glow over the room. It felt cozy, you thought, and immediately frowned. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

He turned to you, t-shirt and shorts in hand, holding them out for you to take. “You can change here. I’ll wait outside for your clothes… Unless you want help.”

He grinned, his grip on the pile of clothes in both of your hands unrelenting, using your tugging on them as an excuse to crowd into your space. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Jisung?” you hissed back.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind putting you in your place,” he practically purred, his free hand shifting to hover over your waist. “See if you still hate me so much when I’ve got you under me.” 

“As if your mediocre dick game could change my mind.” You weren’t sure if it was just the alcohol talking, but suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to test this theory.

His jaw set and his eyes narrowed, leaving a very different version of Han Jisung in front of you than you were used to. “I’ll show you mediocre,” he hissed, releasing his hold on his clothes and shoving you back toward his bed. “It’ll be anyone else you’ve had or will have.”

“What the fuck ever.” You rolled your eyes, letting his clean clothes drop to the floor, reaching up to grab his shirt and tug him toward you. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” you muttered, dragging him against you and crashing your lips together.

You felt him grin against you and you sank your teeth into his lower lip, pulling a quiet hiss from him. One of his hands snapped up, fisting into your hair to yank you back. The look on his face was one you wanted to either slap or kiss off of him; the line was too blurred now to tell which.

“Like it a little rough, do we?” He prodded, both his hands dropping to the hem of your shirt. He tugged it over your head in one fluid motion, your bra quickly joining it over his shoulder. He straightened back up, licking his lips hungrily as he took the opportunity to drink you in. “Wonder if I can still taste my drink…” he mused, quickly pressing you back against the mattress to latch his lips to your chest.

You groaned, half in frustration and half from pleasure. “Do you ever stop talking?”

He sunk his teeth into your breast sharply at your jab, a surprised squeak leaving you at the feeling. Almost immediately, he was releasing you and soothing the sting with his lips and tongue, no doubt attempting to leave behind a mark that, even if it weren’t visible, would be felt tomorrow. You let a quiet groan pass your lips, and Jisung pulled back with a quiet pop to grin at you.

“Still hate me?”

“Vehemently.”

He clicked his tongue. “Looks like I need to try harder, then.”

In a feat of strength you weren’t aware he was capable of, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you, tossing you further onto the bed. You gasped, catching yourself on your elbows as he joined you, making quick work of the button and zipper of your shorts. With a swift tug, he’d pulled them down to your ankles and, with your help, they joined the rest of your clothes on the floor.

Suddenly aware of the disparity between yours and Jisung’s clothing, you sat up, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt so you could bunch it up under his arms. “Off,” you demanded, and he quickly complied, tugging it over his head.

Before you could say another word or pull at his shorts, he slipped back down your body, his lips trailing wet warmth down your torso. The moment he reached the waistband of your underwear, he paused, gazing up at you through his lashes. “You’re sure about this?”

For the first time that night, he seemed unsure. His doe eyes were wide and open, an honesty behind them that the two of you didn’t usually share. It made your stomach twist and your heart skip a beat, and you nodded. 

“I thought you had something to prove,” you muttered in an attempt to ignore the tangle of feelings in your chest, tugging him down toward your core.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your clothed heat before tugging your panties off. The moment they were gone, he was back between your legs, licking a fat stripe up over your folds before his lips attached themselves to your clit. You whined, high-pitched and heady, and he smirked up at you, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Like that, huh?” 

Your jaw clenched and you sighed heavily through your nose, your grip in his hair tightening until he winced. “Han Jisung, I swear if you don’t… Just shut up and fuck me or put your mouth to better use.”

“Your wish is my command,” he muttered as he pushed himself back up your body, your lips meeting again in a messy kiss. 

He pulled back before you did, wincing again as you tried to tug him back to you, both of you fumbling with his jeans. “Gotta let me up, baby,” he murmured between kisses. He was clinging just as desperately as you were, his lips barely parting from your own. “Condoms are in my desk.”

You huffed, annoyed, and flopped back against the mattress, releasing his scalp from your death grip. The sound pulled a quiet chuckle from him as he stood, finally unbuttoning his pants and darting across the small room to his desk drawer. He shucked both his pants and boxers to the floor as he made his way back, and it was everything you could do not to gawk, open-mouthed, at how unbelievably pretty he was. The arms you’d noticed earlier were only the beginning, apparently—his toned stomach and legs matching them perfectly in a stunning contrast to his round face. Fuck, even his cock was pretty, flushed and leaking as he rolled the condom over it. The last shred of your pride was the only thing keeping you from begging to wrap your lips around him first.

“Like what you see?” He broke the silence, and the self-satisfied look on his face told you he had most definitely caught you staring. 

“Keep running your mouth and I’ll leave you like this.”

The panic-stricken look that flashed in his eyes had you biting back laughter, but it was quickly replaced by something darker as he caught the grin on your face. He glared at you as he settled between your legs again, ducking down once more to suck hard on your clit.

“J-Jisung!” you gasped, hand snapping down to card into his hair again. The tight circles his tongue drew over the little bundle of nerves had pleasure rocketing up your spine, your entire body tensing with the sudden onslaught. As suddenly as that had begun, the stimulation shifted, his tongue darting between your folds to taste you, and you whined out his name once more. He groaned against you, giving your clit another harsh suck—one that nearly brought you over the edge—before he sat back on his heels again.

“Fuck, I love it when you moan my name,” he sighed, caging you in below him as he lined himself up with your entrance. “It sounds a lot prettier than all those nasty, empty threats.”

“Han,” you sighed, hips rolling toward his own.

He frowned disapprovingly and shifted his hips back, the hand that had been guiding his cock now pressing your hips into the mattress. “Not like that, sweetheart, c’mon. Say it right.”

“Didn’t I just tell you to quit talking?” you huffed, grabbing at his hips.

“Or put my mouth to better use, and I think at least one of those requests has been fulfilled.” 

The grin on his face was wide and you were once again hit with the urge to wipe it off his face. The surge of rage lasted only a moment, though, before he was teasing at your hole again and your breath caught in your throat. You melted under him, hand sliding up from his hips to grip at his shoulders.

“Jisung,” you breathed, hips rolling forward again. 

This time, you saw his shaky inhale as he did the same, quiet, broken sounds leaving you both as he finally filled you. He swallowed thickly, head tucking into your neck to pepper light kisses against your skin as he bottomed out, giving you both time to adjust. He was bigger than you’d expected, just thick enough to provide a pleasant stretch. You hummed, eyes slipping shut, and ground your hips against his.

“You have something to prove, don’t you, pretty boy?” You muttered against the shell of his ear, and you felt his shoulders shake with the chuckle that left him. “Fuck me like you hate me, Han Jisung.”

He propped himself up as his hips rolled back, the hand not bracing him wrapping around your back to lift your hips from the mattress. As his lips twitched up into a smirk, he slammed back into you, settling immediately into a ruthless pace. You managed to choke back the shout that left you halfway through it, nails sinking into his back as your jaw dropped open. Strained, needy sounds were punched out of you with every snap of his hips, matched by his own pants and groans as you scratched down his back. 

“This what you wanted?” he ground out, eyes narrowing when you gave no response. “Wanted me to—to fuck you stupid? Can’t even—mmph!”

You cut him off with your lips, swallowing his next deep groan and muffling your own squeak as he picked up his pace. The kiss devolved quickly into little more than sharing air, your bodies pressed tightly together as you chased your highs. One of your hands shifted from his shoulder, snaking between the two of you to rub at your cli and Jisung shifted as you did, pausing his rhythm to sit back on his heels and drag you with him. When he resumed his pace, the new angle had you crying out, your free hand fisting into the sheets and your eyes rolling back in your head. Distantly, you thought you heard him huff a laugh, but you were too far gone to care.

You were falling over the peak of your pleasure in moments, his name falling from your lips one last time. The sight of you alone, skin sweat-slicked and back arched in pleasure, was enough to bring Jisung to the edge of his own orgasm, and the sound of your voice sent him careening over it. He pulled your hips flush with his own and let his head fall back, basking in the feeling of your walls pulsing around him as he spilled into the condom. Both of you stilled, your eyes closed and only the sound of your shaky breathing filling the room as the weight of reality prodded at the edges of your foggy mind. You could stay suspended in this little fantasy for a moment longer, you decided.

Or, you would have, if not for the rapping at the door. You and Jisung shared a look of panic and scrambled apart, both grabbing for the top blanket on his bed as the door cracked open. Your stomach sank as Felix’s voice met your ears, his blue head of hair peeking around the corner.

“It’s almost midnight, dude, what are you—oh!”

You locked eyes with your best friend before you could pull the covers over your head, and heat immediately rushed to your face. Slowly, you sank underneath them anyway, unwilling to meet his gaze any longer.

He snapped back around it nearly immediately, pressing his back to the door as he finished. “Uh, nevermind! Midnight is soon, we had that, uh… thing planned, but… I’m gonna head back down, you two have fun!”

As the door snapped shut behind him, the silence that fell over you and Jisung felt heavy, and you just as slowly crept out from under the blankets. Meeting his eyes, you saw the same confusion you felt reflected in his stare. His eyes flickered rapidly over your face as he gnawed at his lower lip, searching for something, though you had no idea what.

“Still hate me?” He muttered, nearly immediately moving to discard the condom, busying himself to avoid meeting your gaze.

Your voice was shaky, the heat absent from it as you replied, “Vehemently.”

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