#im getting used to writing smut again PLS bare w me.

[catcze]

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

⠀「 “Can you kiss me?” 」 

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !! ⠀  

「 FEAT : 」 Kazuha x gn! reader

「 ### : 」 Fluffy smut, but still very much smut.

「 CWS : 」 reader n Kazuha have been fucking for a while now before the fic starts lmao, so mentions / aspects of overstimulation. established relationship. starts kinda soft w/ the reader needing a break !! which Kazuha provides ♡ then it gets spicy again lmao. use of baby, sweetheart, and love for the reader. rough sex towards the end. spanking. breathplay / choking. slight breeding kink. creampie / cumming inside. slight dacryphilia / crying during sex. everything is 100% safe sane & consensual ♡

Collab entry for my beloved @anantaru​ & @bluexiao​ ‘s Sweet N Spice collab ♡

Pls excuse if the pacing is off I haven’t written smut in a hot fucking second and the editing is like barely present lmao I forgot how to write smut alr im very rusty fucking sue me

Imagine getting fucked from behind by Kazuha, right. Like, getting your guts rearranged kinda fucked. 

Your legs shake every time he thrusts into you, and your upper half is splayed on the table at this point, arms shaking too bad to keep you up. 

Tears gather at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill, and you lips are parted with breathy ‘Ah-ah-ah’s  every time he bottoms out into you. The grip he uses to pull you back deeper on his cock is tight enough that you just know there are gonna be bruises tomorrow. 

Kazuha leans over you, his chest pressed against your back and his cock pushed so deep inside you, enough that you could feel him in your belly.  “Baby,” he hums, breath caressing your ear. “Sit up.”

“Ca-an’t!” You gasp when he thrusts in again, your eyes rolling and your brain struggling to form words. “Please, please, I can’t— I’m too tired— ”

He sighs, his hips stilling with his cock only halfway inside you. Your eyes widen for fear that he’ll leave you like this— dangling on the edge with and needy. You desperately try to push yourself up like he wants, but your arms are like jelly from all the times he’s already made you cum. Overstimulation had made itself known a while ago. All you can barely manage is an inch off the table before falling back with a small ‘oof.’ 

“Poor baby,” Kazuha cooes, a calloused hand stroking up and down the length of your spine. A small whine leaves you. “Do you need some help?”

You nod slightly, still worried that he’ll leave you, and quietly mumble, “Uh-huh.”

A sudden rough spank on your ass makes you squeak and jolts you forward an inch or so off of his cock, your ass smarting. Shit, he really hadn’t held back with that one.

“Politely.”

You sniffle, and your hips twitch just the slightest bit, which earns you another hard spank. No sitting for you tomorrow, then. 

But as much as you’d like to say something, anything— whether it be begging so politely for Kazuha to fill you back up, or to tell him to get on with it and stop fucking around already— nothing escapes you more than hard, ragged breaths and the occasional sniffle.

It’s all you can do to duck your face down into your arms, hiding yourself away.

“Sweetheart?” your boyfriend asks, his tone much gentler than before. There’s tangible worry in it. He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you up to lean against him, your head still bowed but no longer obscured. 

“Sweetheart,” Kazuha tries again, pressing his lips to your neck and holding you close. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Talk to me, love, please.”

You laugh breathlessly, though it comes out as more of a wheeze. How amusing— mere seconds ago, it had been you pleading so desperately.

“’m okay, Kazu,” you murmur. A hand of yours twitches, trying to raise, and Kazuha immediately twines his fingers with yours to give the back of it a kiss. “Sorry, I just… need to catch my breath.”

“No need to apologize.” He squeezes you reassuringly, resuming his soft kisses. “Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head. “Just need to breathe real quick,” you say.  He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and rests his cheek on you, falling into comfortable (if not still a bit worried) silence. Kazuha holds you and draws circles on your skin, more soothing than sensual, and when you regain feeling in your arm, you take it and cup the side of his face, pulling him to where you can reach.

He stills, watching you with a half-lidded gaze as you press a fleeting kiss to his lips. “Good to go?”

You nod, less weary after a few moments of rest, and give him another quick smooch. Endearingly, he tries to chase it, and there’s a laugh caught in your throat.  “Yes, please..”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Still want me to be rough with you?”

Again, you nod. You catch his gaze and give him your best pleading face— “Can you kiss me first, though?”

“So polite,” he murmurs, and a shiver travels up your spine. As you asked, he presses his lips to yours in the way that has your heart feeling like it’s about to burst, swallowing each whine and groan that escapes you.

His cock, no less harder than it had been earlier, twitches. As you kiss, he thrusts shallowly, accustoming you once more to his length. There’s no rush as he kisses you and works himself back into you, and after a while— 

You fucking moan, eyes widening as the full length of his cock fucks its way into you. He stretches you so nicely, leaving you gasping as his hips pin yours down and you squirm.

You escape from the kiss to fall forward on the table, your thighs clenching as your moans and gasps start back up. Kazuha keeps fucking you like he never stopped— he pounds himself in and out of you, making you whine and groan and squeak every time he opens you up. A hand finds your thigh, the loud smack! of it echoing in the room. His hand digs into the meat of it, squeezing hard enough for you to gasp. 

“What— ha— what do you want, baby?” Kazuha murmurs into your ear, draping himself across your back, making himself feel whole inches deeper inside you. 

“Full—“ you whine, when he pushes back in and fucking grinds his hips against yours. “Wanna be full wanna— ah!— be stuffed wanna cum— Kazu I want you to fill me with your cum please please please—“

“Anything else?”

There’s barely anything in your head— just thoughts of his cock and his cum and how fucking deep he is. Tears form in your eyes and your legs tremble, but you have to at least try. 

“Want you to breed me,” you gasp, pushing back the slightest bit, “I want your cum to drip out and —haah— want you to fuck it back inside. Wanna be choked. Please.” 

Kazuha groans, his one hand finding its way from your thigh and around your neck. “Breathe in for me, baby. Now exhale— good, ” he says before it tightens around the sides of your throat, effectively giving you the lightheadedness you so desire.

You squirm in his hold, a hand wrapping around his wrist, just holding. When he flexes his grip, he doesn’t miss how your insides tighten.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. Gonna breed you until you’re nice and full,” Kazuha says, drawing his hips back then fucking back into you all at once, pulling you back onto his cock until you see stars. The pace he sets has you shaking in his hold, your eyes rolling back with every rough thrust of his hips. Whines and gasps force their way around the hold on your throat, and wet sobs of “Kazuha, Kazuha— ah! Kazu, please,” each time he stretches you out with his cock and brushes the deepest part of you. If he cums that deep inside, you think hazily, you’re going to be so full.

With Kazuha’s pace stirring up the overstim from your past orgasms, your release comes within sight in no time. Each of his thrusts hits exactly where you need it to have your spine feel like gelatin and your toes curling. Tears of pleasure gather and spill past your lashes as you lose yourself, getting closer and closer to coming undone on his cock. 

“You’re breathtaking when you cry,” a kiss is pressed to your cheek, so tender and at odds with how his cock buried inside of you has your legs shaking. The hand around your neck squeezes, enough to have you gasp, as he draws himself out of you until only the head of his cock remains before pulling you into his next thrust.

“You want to cum right, baby? Go ahead then— I’ll fill you up right after, I promise.” And oh the way he says it is so sweet, and the clench around the sides of your neck makes you lightheaded and tunnel visions you on how full you feel and how good your boyfriend fucks you that it all comes to a head.

With a whine of his name, you shut your eyes and cum— so hard, you might as well have blacked out then and there. Kazuha rubs your back with his free hand, murmuring how you’re so good for him, how you’re squeezing his cock so well and right and making him feel so good. Do you know how good you’re making him feel, baby? There’s a hitch in his breath, a strangled moan, before he spills his cum inside of you, filling you up to the brim and making you feel so warm and full. 

Kazuha swears under his breath as he eases you off his cock, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of his cum spilling out from your hole and down your thighs. Your legs still twitch from the remnants of your orgasm, paired with all the ones before it. 

“You did well taking all my cum,” he says softly, easing you off the table and into his arms, careful not to jostle your exhausted state. 

You’re drowsy— eyes barely able to stay open. Things are a blur from there— sometime between point A and point B, you find yourself in your bed, swaddled in blankets, so warm and comfortable. You feel Kazuha press a kiss to your temple, and before you fall into a deep sleep, the last thing you hear is— “Rest well, sweetheart. I love you.”

#「 💦 」 whipped.cream #Kazuha smut #Genshin smut #bloru.sweetnspice #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #cw gn reader

[chvnnie]

Be My Escape

bang chan x reader

part 4/8 - come on fuck me emo boy - find the playlist here

word count: 3.5k

genre: smut, a lil bit sad but not angsty?, fluff - MINORS DNI

warnings: struggling musician chan, established relationship, lots of talk of financial struggles, chan self esteems plummets for a sec, marking/biting, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (im tired just don’t), v v soft dirty talk, no power dynamic, chan doesn’t finish, they’re just in love and making love. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: life sucks. you don’t.

a/n: this is once again apologizing for posting off schedule and hoping this is good enough that you’ll forgive me. ngl this took a lot of energy to write w the past two weeks i’ve had so pls enjoy. i hope you’re loving this series - we’re halfway done!

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents bang chan as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @fthan, @chaitae-bae, @cloudyybinin, @lix001, @dnadoublefelixx, @cyder-puff, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @metalchick529, @stranger-thighs, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi

You flipped through the mail, heart sinking lower and lower with each envelope. Second notice. Third notice. Final notice. Bills, bills, bills piling up and feeling so heavy in your hands.

It was the last thing you wanted to see at 4:00 am, just now getting home from your shift. The bartending gig was supposed to be temporary. Chan had promised you wouldn’t be working at that crowded college bar for more than three months. But then three months passed, then six, and now, at nine and half, you were still there, coming every night sticky with alcohol and pockets basically empty from shitty tips. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that frat boys don’t tip well.

Deciding you didn’t have the mental capacity to think about bills, you dropped them on the kitchen counter and fished tonight’s tips out of your wallet. You jumped onto the counter, slowly standing up on it to reach the top of the cabinets. Tucked in the back corner was a glass jar, filled with various numbered bills and handfuls of change that made the jar jingle when it moved. You stuffed the cash you made inside, reminding yourself to count the money before class in the morning.

After the jar was returned to its hiding place, you climbed off the counter and sluggishly began your bedtime routine. You stood under the shower a little longer than necessary, eyes too heavy to stay open under the warmth of the water. You tried to justify the extra time with the fact that water bills are generally cheap, but flashes of red stamped envelopes had you hurriedly turning it off. The guilt of wasting water had you using a water bottle to brush your teeth, not wanting to use the tap.

It was almost 5:00 by the time you climbed into bed next to Chan. He laid facing your side, one arm tucked under his pillow while the other was laying across the bed like it was in search of you. Gently lifting his arm, you slid underneath it, rolling on the bed until your noses were almost touching. His breath fanned across your face, stale with sleep, but you didn’t care. Everything about Chan was comforting. Everything about him made you feel safe.

His alarm was shrill, echoing off the walls of the tiny studio apartment and waking up the dog next door. Tiny curses were mumbled as he flipped over in bed, unplugging his alarm clock and pushing it off the side table.

“Good morning.” You said with a yawn, moving closer to your boyfriend to feel his warmth just a bit more. Arms wrapped around his waist, you buried your head in the space between his shoulder blades, the scent of his soap and musk making your entire body relax.

“‘Morning.” His face was pressed against the pillow, muffling his words. “When did you get home?”

“Hour ago.” You placed kisses across his bare back between sentences, tracing his light freckles with your lips. “Put all my tips in the jar. Should be able to make rent on time this month.”

Chan grunted in response, a hand finding yours and intertwining. He would never tell you, but he always felt so fucking guilty when you put your tips in the jar. That was supposed to be your extra money, money to do fun things, not to pay bills with. It wasn’t your fault Chan’s band hasn’t taken off yet, or that he lost his corporate job a year ago, forcing the two of you to move out of your comfortable two bed apartment into a squished studio with thin walls. You had weathered those storms with him, refusing to leave him alone in it.

“We’ll get through it together.”

You were far too good for him.

He flipped in the bed to face you, wanting to enjoy just a few minutes of the comfort of the bed and you before he had to get up for the day. “Busy day today?”

Your hands slid up his side, one resting on his chest while the other played with his curls. “No. Just one class this afternoon, then I work a short shift tonight. Will probably be home around 10:00.”

“You’ll be home before me.” Chan sighed sadly, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. “I have practice tonight. And I go from the coffee shop to the mall today, so I don’t even have a break in between jobs to come home and see you.”

You shrugged, and Chan watched as you struggled to keep your eyes open and on him. “That’s okay, baby. I can wait up for you.”

“Please, don’t. You worked so late tonight.”

“I wanna.” You mumbled, eyes now shut for good. “Wan-wanna spend som-spend some time with you to-onight.” You couldn’t speak without yawning, sleep slowly wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in.

“We can talk about that later.” He whispered, not even sure if you fully understood him. He leaned in, placing a small peck on your pouty lips. “Get some rest. I love you, baby.”

Your lips curved up, letting out a small, happy moan. “I love you the most, Channie.”

Sleep had pulled you in before Chan was out of the bed, small breaths growing deeper by the second. Chan took a moment to watch you, your body finally letting go of the day’s tension and relaxing under the thin sheets. Your lips parted, soft snores tumbling out as drool gathered at the edge of your mouth. It eased Chan’s mind to see you like this - relaxed and at peace, the struggles of the day melting away. You never outwardly voiced your worries to him, opting to shoulder the burden and keep the pain locked away. But he could see it. He could see it in the way your body tensed, the way your eyes were constantly weary. He could hear it in the way you cried in the shower when you thought he was asleep.

You deserved better than this. You deserved better than him.

Chan stood at the door, counting the change in his leather jacket to make sure he had enough for the bus today. The last thing he wanted was to resort to taking quarters from the jar, even though that’s what they were there for. Confirming he had enough, he looked over at your sleeping form one last time, heart aching with both affection and sheer agony.

//

The damn guitar wouldn’t tune. Chan had spent the past fifteen minutes tightening the strings, trying to ready his instrument for practice and he couldn’t. His frustration built by the second, huffing frustrated grunts with every adjustment.

Right when he swore he would smash his guitar if it didn’t fucking tune, the garage door opened, an angry Jisung storming in.

“Fuck!” He shouted, heading straight for his drum set and breaking the first set of sticks he could find. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-“

“What’s wrong?” Changbin asked, who had been standing near Chan just in case he did decide to break the guitar. “Is everything o-“

“Obviously not.” Jisung snapped. He plopped on his drum stool, resting his elbows on the snare drum before he threw his head into his hands. “I got a call on the way home from work, about the Saturday show. You know, the one we booked months ago and were confirmed for just last week?”

“Oh.” Changbin said softly, coming to the conclusion before his friend could speak.

“Yeah.” Jisung lifted his head up, locking eyes with Chan. “They bumped us. They fucking bumped us for another band, saying that they would get more revenue from them. Can you fucking believe that? And to make things worse-“

Chan sat there, staring at his friend whose face was growing redder the more he yelled, and waited. He waited for the wave of disappointment, the wave of frustration, the pain of having to tell you that you two were out extra cash this month for seemingly no reason.

It never came. Not even a little splash of it, the weight of the news lost on him. He was used to it. He was used to the disappointment, to things not working out, to having to scrape and struggle and still not have anything work out.

He was used to it. So used to it in fact that he was willing to brush this off as just a small inconvenience, another hiccup in his life that he would eventually get over. What other reason could there be to this? He let a few months of struggle turn into a year of it, dragging you down with him because he had grown comfortable.

That pissed him off more than any canceled gig could.

“I can call and try to see if they could fit us in? I mean, they literally confirmed last week, there has-“

“Do that.” Chan said, standing up from his seat to pack his stuff. “Let me know what they say tomorrow, okay? If we’re bumped for now, I’m going home. I haven’t seen my girlfriend all week. Cool?”

Jisung and Changbin nodded, letting Chan go with a series of goodbyes and promises to fill him in. Frankly, Chan didn’t give a shit if they did - whether or not they played this gig was the last thing on his mind. He just needed to get out of there, and get home to you.

It typically took less than thirty minutes for Chan to walk from Jisung’s parents to your shared apartment, but tonight he made it in under twenty. He spent the entire walk in his head, trying to compress his anger with himself. The last thing he wanted was to spend the first night you both were at home and awake simmering with fury.

Chan gripped the door knob, taking a few extra breaths before he gently pushed the door open. He found you in the kitchen, sitting cross legged on the counter top with a mug in your hands.

“Hey!” Your eyes were wide, the corners of them crinkling as you smiled at him. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah we uh, canceled practice tonight.” He looked away, pretending to struggle with his guitar case so he didn’t have to look at you when he lied. “Changbin doesn’t feel well.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I am glad you’re home though.” You put the mug down, reaching out for him. Chan dropped the rest of his things, not bothering to worry about where they landed and crossed the kitchen, diving right into your arms.

He crashed into you, head nuzzling into your neck as he pulled you to the edge of the counter. You giggled at his eagerness, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close to you. One of your hands found the nape of his neck, fingers running through his blonde curls and softly scratching his scalp. That, with the added feeling of your body heat made Chan immediately relax, the troubles of today slowly melting away.

You pressed kisses on his head as you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking his body into yours. “I missed you.”

Chan groaned, pulling his head out of your neck to look at you. “I missed you, too.” He leaned in, gently brushing his lips against yours. What was only meant to be a small kiss turned into something deeper, your lips parting and offering an invitation that Chan simply could not refuse.

The groan you released when your tongues met went straight to his cock, hands flying up to pull your hips flush against his. Chan would never tire of the way you taste or the way your mouth fit so perfectly against his, never failing to draw him in. The taste of you was his favorite, always going straight to his head and leaving him breathless.

However, you tasted differently today. It was still very much you, but with hints of floral that were overly familiar.

“Were you drinking tea?” He asked breathlessly, breaking the kiss.

Your eyes flashed with guilt, and with a blink, the emotion was gone. “Yes.”

Chan cocked his head in confusion, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of what he saw in your eyes or- “I thought we were out of tea.”

You pressed your lips together, teeth digging into the bottom one as you nodded. “We are-we were, but I had a really bad day at work and all I wanted was some tea so I used some of my tip money to pick up a box on the way home. I’m sorry, Chan, I shouldn’t have but I figured with your gig this weekend that-“

His heart had never shattered so hard, so quickly. Chan watched you apologize, tears forming at your waterline as you tried to reason with buying tea. Tea. A three dollar box of tea bags had you shaking and profusely apologizing.

And it was all Chan’s fault.

He pulled away from you, apologizes cut short by what you assumed was rejection. That was, until Chan climbed up on the counter next to you, standing up to reach the jar’s hiding spot.

“Wh-what are you doing?” There was a slight hiccup in your voice, and fuck, if Chan wasn’t about to start crying with you. He did that to you.

“I hate this fucking jar.” He said before dropping it to the ground, glass shattering on impact. You gasped, watching as it scattered across the tile, loose changing rolling to hide under the fridge and small kitchen table.

He could see it - the fear in your eyes at his sudden movements, not knowing what he was getting at. Did you really think he was that angry about fucking tea? No, he was livid with himself.

“Chan-“

“It’s my fault. I should’ve got us out of this mess months ago-“

“Babe-“

“I got so used to this… disappointment? This failure? I don’t fucking know, but at some point I accepted it and dragged you down with me.”

“Hey-“

“God, I’m such a fucking joke. You deserve more than this, than whatever the fuck I’ve become-“

“Chan!” You snapped, the tone of your voice firm enough to cut his rant off. “Would you get down from there? Please?”

He slowly lowered himself down and sat next to you on the counter, anger slowly being replaced by regret. Why did he break the jar? Why did he raise his voice at you? God, he was so-

“I don’t care about the jar.” You spoke as though reading his mind. “But don’t you ever, ever, talk about yourself like that again.”

“I-“

“No.” You brought your hands to your face, wiping your tears with the sleeves of your sweater. “I mean it. How dare you think that about yourself when you’re the best person on earth.”

“But-“ Chan held his head in his hands, sniffling as the tears began to fall. “This is no way to live. Struggling, having to decide between transportation or eating. You don’t deserve to suffer like this.”

“And you do? You’re right, it isn’t fair that this is the life we’re living, but I don’t care. I wouldn’t care if we had no home or the biggest in the city, as long as you were here with me.” Your hand wrapped around his arm, resting your head on his shoulder. “Who fucking cares how much money we have? Who cares if we have a car or not? The only thing I’ve ever cared about is you, Chan.”

He lifted his head, turning to look at you. When your eyes met, you smiled softly and lifted your sweater clad hands to his face, cleaning it.

“You’re not a failure. You’re everything.”

Chan couldn't stop himself, kissing you as if he was offering you his soul. In a way, he was; wanting every fiber of his being to be yours, and yours his. The way you matched his tempo, deepening the kiss before he had the chance to, confirmed that you had him, and that he had you.

Without breaking the kiss, Chan pulled his knees onto the counter, broad body pushing you down until your back hit the counter top. The location was less than ideal, with your head partially in the sink and Chan unable to fully stretch his legs without kicking the toaster, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for you, and the undeniable need to have you immediately.

You broke the kiss, cupping his cheeks as you moved to his jaw. Teeth sunk into his skin, bruising in the wake of your bites. He shut his eyes, releasing a whiny groan as you marked him. The bites continued down as Chan found the waistline of your leggings and peeled them off. He slipped a hand inside your underwear, bites faltering at his touch.

“Oh, baby.” Chan whispers as two fingers rub your entrance, teasing like he was about to push in. “Such a mess already.”

The feeling of his fingers had your head rolling back, detaching from his neck and hitting the countertop with a thump. Your eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as he applied just a bit of pressure as if he was going to enter before letting up.

His name fell from your lips as a whine and your back arched, and fuck, if you weren’t the prettiest when you were needy for him. “Channie, don’t tease.”

”'m not teasing. Just playing with what’s mine.”

Chan pushed his fingers inside you, watching the way your lips parted and nose scrunched up as you moaned for him. Slowly, he filled you up with his fingers, stopping only when his knuckles were deep inside you. He parted the fingers inside, spreading them out as much as he could.

“God, how are you always this fucking tight?” He grunts, dragging his fingers out just to pump back in. “Can’t wait to stretch you out, pretty girl.”

“Please?” Your lips trembled as you began to beg, nails digging into the nape of his neck. “Please, I need to feel you so bad. Need you so bad.”

He could never say no to you.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he held them to your lips, watching you lick them clean as he used one hand to undone his jeans. He pushed them down just enough for his cock to spring out, hard and angry from lack of stimulation.

Hands found your hips, pulling your center closer to him. Chan pulled your panties to the side, rubbing the head of his cock on your folds. “Baby.”

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his with a weak smile. “Hm?”

Chan leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Just needed to see you.” And then he was inside you, slowly pushing until you were filled with him.

The feeling of you was intoxicating, a high that Chan would chase over and over and never have enough of. The effect you had on him was addicting. When he was in you, his mind blanked, body moving on its own with the sole purpose of pleasuring you. Like a light in the darkness, you were his comfort, his escape from the harsh reality. You were right; it didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, just as long as he had you.

You, you, you.

You, whose hands were on his face, bringing his attention back to the present.

“Hey, where’d you go?” You whispered, voice rough from the volume of your moans.

Chan nuzzled into your palms, turning to brush a kiss against them. “Nowhere. I’m here.” Fingers traced up your leg, goosebumps making a path to where you and Chan connected. A slight brush of his thumb against your bundle of nerves, and your jaw went slack, strained moans tumbling out. “Always right here.”

“Yeah?” You whined out, trying to keep your droopy eyes open and on him. “Always?”

“Always.” The pace of his hips picked up, teeth grinding together as you began to clench tighter around him. Your eyes rolled back, nails digging into the leather of his jacket as your orgasm approached.

Chan had never seen your high hit so hard, your entire body shaking underneath him as your moans echoed off the walls. The moment your high ended, Chan pulled out and sat up, taking you with him. A large hand cupped the back of your head, pulling it into his neck as the other stroked your back.

“So good. Always so good for more.” His praises were accompanied with kisses across your head. He didn’t stop until he heard your breath even out, arms now lacing around him instead of hanging limp at his side.

Life was a mess, and he had made it that way. There was no denying that. But as you lifted your tired head up, blown out doe eyes meeting his with a goofy grin on your face, he realized any hell was bearable as long as you were his escape.

©: chvnnie 2022

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[rxreid]

riding kai's clown mask (kai anderson x reader)

[a/n] ok so...heres the kai smut woo! its my first time posting smut on here so pls be nice :) theres hardly any plot to this im sorry! also feel free to send in requests for ANY of evan's characters, i've seen a lot of his movies/shows so hopefully can write for most of his characters! (but not evan himself :])

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warnings: SMUT!! riding things?? that ig shouldnt be ridden... mentions of cockwarming, dirty talk kinda, degrading, kai is a whole ass warning himself

anyways, smut under the cut!

“i’ll be back in just a moment, i have an idea for you, little one. wait right here and don’t make a sound.” kai stated lowly, climbing off of the bed and exiting his bedroom - his footsteps trailing off down the hallway. you sat in the centre of the bed on your knees, waiting impatiently for his return. the moment you had walked into his house he’d backed you into a corner and explained how you’d left him high and dry in the morning, so, therefore, he had to punish you - although you were both aware of how much you enjoyed kai’s punishments. that interaction had got you to where you were now, ready for whatever he had in store.

kai’s footsteps once again emerged from the hallway, this time heading towards you in his bedroom. you moved your head up to look at him, but your eyes lost their trail as they landed on the item in his hands. the blue clown mask hung from his fingers as you inspected it, mind thinking of what on earth he had it for - perhaps he wanted one of you to wear it, perhaps it was just there to watch.

as if he’d read your mind, kai spoke up. “i want you to ride it.”

your eyes widened at his words. “w-what?”

“don’t make me repeat myself, y/n. you heard me.” kai stalked towards you, placing the mask in front of you on the bed. “ride. it.”

you took the mask from the bed, further inspecting it and coming to the swift realisation that he wanted you to ride the ‘nose’ of the mask, which was in the shape of a dildo. “kai...how am i even supposed to do that? I-”

“well you see, you take off your underwear, spread that pretty pussy of yours and sit on it. simple.” kai spoke in an almost idiotic tone, as if speaking to a child. “and i’m going to sit in this chair and watch you. so go on, bunny, do as i say.” he finished, positioning himself in a chair to the side of the bed, his jean clad legs spread open as he relaxed.

“kai...can’t i just ride you? please?” you didn’t mean to beg, but the idea of having his cock inside of you rather than a plastic one seemed way more appealing.

the blue haired man before you let out a sarcastic chuckle, looking you straight in the eye. “it wouldn’t be a punishment if you were enjoying it, would it? now hurry the fuck up and do as i asked.” he barked, making you slightly jump - arousal coating your panties.

quickly, you rid yourself of the few items of clothing you had on - including your panties and bra - watching as kai’s eyes rolled back at the sight of your bare breasts, a slight groan leaving his lips. your hand went down to your heat, about to prep yourself with your fingers before kai’s voice stopped you. “nuh-uh. no prep, bunny.”

at that you whimpered, pussy clenching around nothing due to the lowness of his voice.

your hand grasped around the base of the clown mask’s nose, lifting your thighs off of your calves to get into a comfortable position. guiding the makeshift dildo to your core, you made sure to keep your eyes steady on kai. you brushed the tip through your folds, collecting the wetness you’d released in the build-up to this moment. shakily you guided it to your entrance, lowering yourself onto it. your mouth opened in a gasp as you felt the mask stretching your walls, the curvature of it hitting somewhere perfectly inside of you. you didn’t realise how long you’d been getting used to the feel of the plastic dick until kai spoke up. “i didn’t tell you to fucking cockwarm, y/n. i told you to ride it.” he spat, getting impatient with you.

“y-yes kai.” you whispered, eyes trained on the malicious smile the mask was giving you as you lifted yourself up, only to lower yourself back down in a swift motion. “fuck kai, how did you even t-think of this” you moaned out whilst your hips rocked against the mask, the tip hitting your g-spot quicker than you thought it would.

“don’t question my methods, just get yourself off - holy shit.” he rolled his eyes at you, and his slight anger only made your pussy pulsate and clench around the mask. you could already feel an orgasm building up as you continued to lift your hips, riding the mask as if it were kai. your tits bounced with every movement of your body, making kai’s cock form an even bigger tent in his pants than before. “that’s it, bunny, take the cock. god, you’re such a fucking slut, you’ll take anything i give you, won’t you?”

“anything, kai, a-anything you give me” you whimpered, feeling yourself get closer and closer with his words.

“what are you, y/n?” kai asked, leaning his elbows on his knees as his face got slightly closer to yours. you were panting as you continued your movements.

“i-i’m yours, kai” you choked out, the plastic dick hitting the perfect spot inside of you.

“my what?”

“your slut!”

“that’s a good girl.” he whispered before getting out of the chair and walking over to you, his fingers quickly moving to rub tight circles on your clit. his fingers pushed you over the edge and his mouth smashed against yours, catching your moans as you came all over the mask. kai’s hands were around your waist, guiding your movements to ease you through your orgasm.

he moved his mouth away from yours, the both of you panting. “what do you say?” kai asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“thank you, kai.” you whispered under your breath as kai smiled lightly at you.

“now, suck it off.” at this you whimpered. lifting yourself off of the mask and picking it up. “i want you to pretend its me. lick it clean, y/n”

and so you wrapped your lips around the plastic dick, cleaning it with your mouth just as kai had asked. your tongue traced the shape of it as your eyes stayed on kai, the two of you staring deeply at one another. his deep brown eyes were completely clouded with lust and awe at the sight of you. releasing the now saliva covered plastic with a ‘pop’, you placed it back down on the bed, panting once again.

“good girl. and now you’re going to do it all over again. i told you i’d punish you.”

#kai anderson #kai anderson smut #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson fanfiction #evan peters #american horror story #ahs cult #smut #american horror story cult #kai anderson x you #myfics.docx * ˚ ✦

[hobiwonder]

Adventures of a closeted exhibitionist | 01 (m)

Pairing: hoseok x reader, f2l (future)

Genre: do i ever write anything other than smut

Words: 3k

Warnings: exhibitionism lol, hoseok is a FREAK freak, oral (f receiving), dirty talk.

Summary: where hoseok explores with his bff. i hope u like it pls validate me. 

a/n: this is an idea I pitched to @parkmuse​ and she n i were going to collab but then she got a cat and DITCHED ME (jeepers is v cute ngl). so instead of a full length one shot, im gunna make this a series. like a small one lol. this is unedited beyond microsoft putting the annoying red lines to tell me im illiterate. 

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It was roughly 9pm. Despite it being a Friday night, there were a fair few people still drifting about in the 24 hour library. This time of the semester being closer to the exam time you guess this isn’t such an atypical incidence. What was rare though, was you being here. On a Friday night. Where you’re usually getting shit-faced with your friends at Park Jimin’s weekly parties. Not here with your best friend Hoseok – who frequented the place more than you, actually – about to have sex with him. Yup. You heard right.

“Can you walk faster y/n? We’ll lose our spot!” His hurried whisper didn’t do much to mask and the nervous tremble in his voice. It was obvious your best friend wasn’t very adventurous and thus here you were, helping him out.

Slightly regretting your decision. This place was more crowded than you thought. You run forward to catch up with Hoseok’s long legs that kept weaving through the massive bookshelves with ease. Whereas if you were here by yourself – you’d certainly be lost.

“We won’t with the speed you are walking. Slow down, Hoseok.” Grumbling under your breath as you see no sign of him stopping to let you remember the way you guys had come to this part of the quiet library, you just opt to following him around like a lost puppy. Usually it’s the other way around.

Especially when Hoseok had asked you one day to try public sex with him.

“Well well well, never knew my reclusive best friend was such an exhibitionist.” You’d been whistling and hooting while smirking his way, watching him shuffle on his feet awkwardly. He was never too confident in speaking about his sex life and watching him squirm was so much fun to the evil part of your brain. Not that he had much of a sex life to expose. Hosoek was a sweet boy who did relationships. Long term ones. And he hadn’t even been on a date recently.

“W-Well, I’m not. Not yet. I’ve never tried anything like that. And you obviously have.”

You’d just shrugged nonchalantly in response.

“So… I want to try something. With you.” Naturally, your response had been to blink repeatedly, making sure you heard him right.

“No fucking way, Josè.”

“Please, please, please?! I don’t trust anyone other than you to do this with and not be weird about it.”

“What about you get an actual girlfriend Hobi? Hm? Ever thought of that.” He’d rubbed his temple with a pout on his face when you’d mockingly knocked your fingers against it. How did he not see how attractive he was? He could get anyone. Literally anyone.

“I haven’t had luck in that department, you know that.” Him gritting his answer through his teeth is probably one of the most frustrated you’d seen him and it makes you snort.

“Then just find someone willing and fuck her at the party?” The crude words bring a blush to his pretty face. How does he even plan on having sex in public?

“You know I can’t do that.” Shaking his head, he turns back towards you, “Besides… I don’t want it to be just anywhere. I want to d-do this at the library.” Your eyes had bugged out of your head once again at that. How did you not know how kinky your best friend was?

“Oh my god.” You can’t help the giggles that fight their way through your throat, “I cannot believe it Hoseok! You’re such a closeted freak.” Now you were full on cackling.

“Stop. I just wanted to try something.” The pout was back on his face and the little glazed look he had in his eyes had diminished slightly.

“Yeah and public sex from the get go? What will you be ‘trying’ next? Pegging and Anal?”

His brows furrow adorably. “What’s pegging?”

“Oookay. Let’s just get back to the topic at hand.” You didn’t want to give him any more ideas. Yet.

Somehow in the next few hours, you’d agreed to sleep with your best friend. At a library at that.

And here you were, nestled in a corner at one of the desks that were set up between the isles for people who wanted to browse journals and other various literature. Where you both sat was relatively isolated. Only the people who occasionally walked past the isles would be able to see two people sitting at a table – the table shielding your lower halves of the body – and only if they looked. The table was set against one of the isles and that would probably be the only concerning area. That someone on the other side of that shelf would be able to decipher what was going on. Okay maybe this was making you rethink your decision. Just a little.

“So, what do you think?” Hoseok was panting slightly as he looked around you both repeatedly, making sure no one was lingering on the fact that two students had disappeared off to a section that they could do more than study in. But you couldn’t see anything of the sort. Just everyone minding their own business for now. Besides, how loud could you both be anyway? This shouldn’t take too long.

“Pretty good. You must come here a lot to know such a precise spot?” Brows wagging teasingly in his direction, making his cheeks flare up even more.

“I do. But to study usually so this feels a bit… exhilarating.” His face tells you how excited he is but he is definitely nervous as well if the sweating is anything to go by.

You bump your shoulder slightly with his to ease his worries. “Hey, don’t sweat it. Literally.” You can’t help the laugh that he then tries to muffle with his hand. “No really! I’m very good at quickies.”

Your wink makes him blush but he still seems apprehensive. “It’s not that… I’m. Well. I-I can kind of lose control sometimes.”

You continue to deadpan him. Hoseok and losing control? Were you hearing correctly? Your sweet, nerdy, studious, calm and collected, shy best friend losing control? It can’t be that bad, right?

“I’m serious y/n. B-But I’ll try to keep in check.”

“…Okay. Anyway. You ready?” There is a moment of silence and it is quiet. You can hear when Hoseok swallows, the way he drags his gaze all over your coat cladded form and then finally, looks into your eyes. You never noticed how attractive Hoseok was up-close and that was what was making you nervous.

“I-I think so? How are we going to do this? Shit I didn’t think about the logistics through before coming here.” Hoseok had started to nervous ramble so you decided to take matters into your hand by sitting directly on his lap, facing him.

“W-Wha…. Is this how we’re- Wouldn’t that look too suspicious.” You tried not to roll your eyes.

“We’re about to screw in a library surrounded by people. Anything we do will make us look like horny college kids. At least this way if someone catches us people will think we’re only making out or something.”

Hoseok’s pretty mouth falls open in an ‘o’ understanding your reasoning. The law library is more dimly lit compared to others so it was easier to fly under the radar. It was obvious that Hoseok had brought you here to take full advantage of that. If Hoseok tends to lose control as he's said, it shouldn't attract too much attention even if he's a tad too loud. Wait, is it even about his volume?

Leaning down you level your face to his baby browns while he leans back as if you're infectious and not about to have sex, "What do you mean about lose control by the way? You're not going to scream up a storm are you? I swear to god Hoseok if you get us arrested-"

"It's not me you should be worried about," the reply comes without any stutters unlike how he spoke before, making your breath hitch. He's calm and collected, gaze slithering down your body like you were an otherworldly marvel.

This was not how you'd seen your best friend act in all the years you'd known him. Never have you felt this attracted to your usually shy, meek friend who seemed to be the most quaint person in your group of friends. Perhaps that's why you'd never really sexualised him before. Though it did always baffle you how he managed to date the prettiest girls.

"Okay weirdo."

The tremble in your voice is barely masked but you try and regain some of your composure by aggressively adjusting and slipping down your panties to mid thigh. Effectively breaking Hoseok's bravado when he audibly gulps, looking around him. It doesn't take long for you to feel the effects of your activities as Hoseok already feels considerably solid underneath you. A flush of embarrassment evident in your cheeks when he rubs the damp material of your panties between his index finger and thumb.

"You're so wet, y/n." The skin of your naked thighs covered in goosebumps with each carrels of Hoseok's veiny hands. When did they get so callous? The feeling brought another embarrassing amount of wetness down your thighs.

"S-Sorry." You shook your own head at your apology. Why did you say sorry? Guys love that, you knew.

Somehow, it felt different with Hoseok. You were being a lot more conscious about his likes and dislikes instead of your own. Which should've been a red flag. Yet, you continued with the dangerous game you were both playing. The perspiration on Hoseok's forehead gave away how affected he was as well despite the cool temperature inside the library.

"Are you kidding? I've... I've never been this turned on in my whole life."

You don't get a chance to respond, only garbled gasps when his cool fingers slip between your thighs, massaging the slick in the sensitive skin that connected your inner thighs to your pussy.

"H-Hoseok." His thumbs spread the wetness from your nether lips back to the sensitive patch of skin.

"Is this okay?" You're too caught up in the heat of the moment and the thousands of nerve endings that Hoseok's fingers were stimulating.

Your head was lolling around like you were drunk and that was enough indication for him to carry on. It was terrifying how little he had done and you were already lacking the ability to comprehend anything other than his touch. Your hands were dropping beneath you carelessly, trying to find the hard length that was persistently pressing in you. You were turned on beyond belief and you needed to feel Hoseok inside you. Now.

Hoseok had other plans.

"Slow down, y/n." His chuckle is breezy, albeit a little throatier than usual. But it doesn't stop your quest to get your hands inside his pants.

"Hoseok I need you to get inside me." Your plan to be stern backfires.

You had hoped that telling Hoseok you meant business would get him to submit to you like it usually does. However, the heady look in his eyes tells you otherwise. You're proven wrong when instead, Hoseok locks his eyes with yours, as if challenging the autonomy you had in this situation. You're unable to move, just feel as the plunge of his nimble fingers inside you has you gripping his shoulders for a lifeline. Your head was already mushy and all basic comprehension had gone out the door. The sounds accompanying each agonising push and pull extremely erotic, making the blush bloom deeper on your already heated skin.

The onslaught of sensations had made it easy to forget about the world around you. If someone was to catch you right now, you weren't sure if you would let Hoseok stop the delicious friction inside you. The way he looked at his fingers sliding their rhythm inside you, completely entranced by your body, made another gush of wetness flow down his thrusting digits. He had barely fingered you for five minutes and you were already like a full damn ready to burst. Hoseok finally looked up when the scissoring motion of his fingers made you gasp loud enough to startle him.

it was getting increasingly difficult to keep your volume down. Now you knew why Hoseok had redirected the question about being quiet, to you. His other hands wrapped around your hips, just above the dip in your spine to keep you from thrashing off his lap. You were at the point where your body was so close that every thrust of his wrist bordered on pushing you over the edge. Body moving towards the movement and away from it in the same second.

“I don’t think I want that just yet.” His lips shone from the constant contact with his tongue.

Maybe he was giving you a tongue show on purpose. To be even more cruel when you were already suffering (in the best way possible). Hoseok was always mischievous. Not as obvious as your other friends like Taehyung or Jungkook. And you were finding out just how devious he is. Dragging on the assault on your pussy. Stretching the thread until you’re clawing your hands down his back, whispering ‘please’ like a symphony.

“You like this?”

“Y-Yes Hoseok. Please just f-fuck me already.” Your threatening growl only makes him smirk and fasten the pace of the three fingers inside you.

“I really wanna watch you squirt y/n. With all these people just a few feet away. Can you do that for me?”

His whispers near your ear makes you flinch away with each word. Body so sensitive to any form of stimulation that you were scared you were going to cum just from listening to the low timbre of his voice. Hoseok’s eyes were glazed over, the hard insistent bulge was digging in your thighs with even more ferocity. Yet, he denied himself the pleasure you were so readily offering. Why was he torturing the both of you like this, ugh.

Suddenly, he pushes you back against the table behind you, making you grasp the wooden edges in order to brace yourself. However, the action left you exposed, skirt pushed up enough to reveal Hoseok’s hands rhythmically pushing forward and backwards. The open position of your thighs and the air now touching your heated skin making you feel everything just a bit more. His fingers were hitting the spongy spot on the top of your walls just right that you’re whimpering and clenching your hands around the wood, just not the type you wanted to be holding.

“F-Fuck Hoseok if w-we get caught p-people-”

“Will see your cunt swallowing my fingers? I know y/n.” His smile is devilish. He’s reveling in your fear of being found out and you know this is exactly what his fantasy is.

Your breathing is harsh and you’re bordering on being a little too loud. It becomes even more of a problem when you start feeling the zaps of pleasure in your core that are hurtling you towards completion. Hoseok’s angled fingers repeat the motions that elicited the response when he sees you thrashing.

“Right there huh? That feel good?”

You can’t speak. Biting so hard on your lip, trying to not scream blooding murder, that tears are pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision. The strength in your arms leaves as you collapse on the table, head pushing back and one hand going to hold the one almost fisting inside you. You’re so close you can almost taste it. Everything is too much and it’s an impossible feat to stay quiet and inconspicuous.

“God, you’re being so loud. If you’re any louder people will hear you cumming all the way from outside.” And yet he doesn’t sound concerned.

Hoseok’s eyes are feral, watching you hold on to his hand while his wrist is snapping powerfully towards that one spot that has you seeing spots. You’re moaning even louder now and he has to get up from his seat to put his other hand around your mouth to drown out your sounds that are going straight to his dick. God, you were so sexy he was going to cum in his pants from just watching the tears roll down the side of your face.

“Yeah? You’re gunna cum baby? Squirt all over my fingers?”

He wasn’t expecting a response from you with how fucked out you were but your eyes peering into his let him know that you heard him. And that you were going to cum. Hoseok slips his thumb up to your clit, rolling it in tandem with his deep thrusts and within seconds, you’re screaming out your orgasm. Your cunt grabbing his fingers like a vice but Hoseok is still dragging his digits along your walls to prolong the pleasure. His whole hand is thoroughly wet because you indeed, squirted like he asked.

It’s hard to comprehend if what you experienced was a fever dream or you actually blacked out for a few seconds because of how hard you came. You’re still breathing hard and you feel hoseok’s hand ease around your mouth. He’s pressing kisses along your decolletage, fingers till lazily moving inside you until you’re pushing them away.

“That was so hot. Thank you y/n, you’re the best.” You were getting whiplash from how he’d turned back into his sickly sweet self when he was just giving you the best orgasm of your life a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, w-well, I may not be able to walk out of here.” you can’t quite look him in the eyes yet. Not when he’d just fucked your brains out and real fucking was about to come.

“Don’t worry, I think you’ve had enough today so that’s for next time.” He smiles his 1000 watt smile at you before sucking the wetness off his fingers. Your face is so red you might pass out.

Next time?

#bts smut #hoseok smut #hoseok x reader #btsghostiewritersnet #hobiwonder #pls tell me ur thots xx

[disloopy]

the heart is deceiving pt 4

BLOO

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 1.7k

coming back to this fic after monthsss made me realize how shit and cringe it is and oh my god, you all deserve much better writing. yuck. HOWEVER, i will keep posting it until it's finished ( since id already written the whole thing ) because i do kind of like the ending sooo

pls stay w me cause im working on a sik k friends to lovers au and i know it's gonna be way better than whatever the hell this is...

clubbing really takes a toll on you, physically and mentally. i didn't even drink but i managed to have a headache by the night. i stumbled through the crowd, approaching the counter and slumping down in the seat. the bartender asked if i needed anything and i only ordered some water. she left to get it. 

my phone buzzed with a text from my dad, saying he might not be home tonight because of work. "oooh, that's exciting," said daniel, glancing at the text and sliding into the seat next to mine. he asked the bartender for something that sounded pretty intense and i gulped down my water.

"live a little," daniel urged, offering me the dark liquid but i shook my head. "ugh, you're so annoying and uptight." i rolled my eyes.

"thanks. that's sweet."

"kiss me."

"no."

"why?" daniel asked, pouting. 

"cause you're drunk as fuck and i hate the taste," i told him, trying to walk away but daniel grabbed my hand, turning me around. i pulled my arm away from him with a frown. "will you stop following me around like a lost puppy?" 

"i get worried when you're not with me." 

"yeah, i know," i said, reaching for my phone and showing it him. "you probably can't read but you know what says? 17 missed calls and 51 unread messages..." daniel grinned sheepishly but i wasn't finding it funny. "i was right next to you, daniel... i get that's it kinda dark in here but there's no way you could have missed me." 

daniel stuck out his bottom lip. "i just didn't want you to get lost, that's all. there's lots of creepy dudes here, they'll pick up anything with boobs." i groaned.

"stop. this isn't funny, it's an obsession and i don't like it." 

i tried to leave again and again daniel tried to pull me back but this time jojo got in between us, noticing the tension. "what the hell is going on here?" she asked, her voice trembling like she had just finished crying. i looked at her. her eyeliner was slightly smudged which gave me the answer right away.

"she won't let me love her," daniel whined.

"you only love me when you're drunk," i murmured and then jojo convinced daniel to go away for little while which he finally complied. the two of us sat on the curb outside the club, just on the sidewalk where we could still here the muffled sound of the music inside.

"what's wrong?" i asked her. she's usually the one comforting me and giving advice, so it was strange to be switching roles.

"boys are so complicated," she answered, blowing a puff of smoke into the dark of the night. "were you the one who gave my number to jinyoung?"

i nodded. "i'm sorry if i wasn't supposed to... i thought he was cute and you're cute and things could maybe..."

"it's not that," said jojo, taking a swig of the bottle she was holding. "did you know he loves me? he told me that."

"i just assumed..." i shrugged. jojo buried her face in her hands and i furrowed my brows. "jojo... you don't have to cry about it. you can choose the man you like... it doesn't have to be either." 

she sniffed, looking up and wiping her tears. "i know... i just feel so bad. i just like to fuck around and stuff but what if i'm actually catching feelings? nick called me babe.... what's it like to be in a relationship?"

i chuckled. "it's not all that... trust me, i feel like i'm not even in a proper one." we both laughed a little and the air felt lighter. "what are you going to do?"

jojo shrugged. "what i always do... nothing. besides i'm receiving clout from hanging out with these rappers so," she laughed and the smell of cigarettes just filled my nostrils. "why do i have to be so hot that boys are just tripping over themselves for me?" we talked for a little bit about how boys suck but also about which ones we'd smash because they can be fine sometimes too.

"it's fun when you're around," jojo told me with a smile. "daniel really bought out the wild side of you." i nodded and jojo leaned over, pressing her chapped lips against mine for a fleeting second before pulling away. 

"heyyyy, is it too late for a show?" daniel chuckled, walking over to us. "oh come on, keep going, don't mind me." 

"you're disgusting," jojo said, shaking her head and shoving him as he tried to put his arm around both of our shoulders. 

"i gotta go home anyway," i informed the both of them. "my head hurts and we got school... i haven't finished homework yet." 

"good luck with that," said jojo, brushing off her jeans and walking back into the club after ruffling me and daniel's hair. 

daniel rested his head on my shoulder. "i can drop you home." i sighed.

"you're too drunk to drive."

"we can test our limits." 

i ended up driving myself home in daniel's car while he blasted music and sang the lyrics out loud. then, i let him inside my house even though i told myself i wouldn't when we first got into the car. it was my foolish self who held his hand all the way to my bedroom and lied in bed with him until we let our bodies do the talking and our sounds created music in the silence of the night. i slept knowing he was right beside me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his bare chest slowly rising and falling to the rhythm of his  beating heart. he was safe and i was safe and we were each other's for the night.

***

"honey, are you decent, can i come in?" dad's knocking the door woke me up with a start. i quickly sat upright and shook daniel awake who just groaned. 

"um yeah, one second." i pushed him off the bed and his eyes shot open, about to complain but i hushed him, ushering him to get under the mattress which he obeyed. "come in!"

dad opened the door and i tried not to look nervous at all. "sorry i wasn't here last night." i didn't reply cause it was usual. "but i made breakfast for you and i wanted to tell you to have a good sunday before i leave to run some errands."

i smiled. that was the first time he'd said something like that. "okay daddy, i love you."

"i love you too baby."

when dad finally left, i let daniel come out of hiding. he clutched his head and i had to get him some tylenol and water before i let him eat breakfast with me. "did something happen last night?" he asked, eagerly digging into the pancakes. "cause you never allow me in your room and i just woke up in your bed."

i shrugged with a sly smile. "oops?" 

"well, whatever it was, i'm sure it was good."

"do you not remember anything?"

daniel shook his head. "nope." good, i thought, breathing out a sigh of relief. i was a major bitch to him last night - understandably. but i hoped it was something of the past that wouldn't ruin anything.

"i wish i could stay with you but i have to go to the studio today," daniel informed me while putting his clothes on. "jinyoung's like... totally diligent and he may be my friend but he's also my manager so." 

i giggled. "yeah, i get it." i handed him a water bottle to drink on the way back and he kissed my lips very gently. "i'll miss you."

"you can see me tonight. there's another party, i can pick you up."

"no, i have homework to do today."

"righttt, you're still in school." daniel chuckled, pulling his shoes on. "sexy schoolgirl." i rolled my eyes and kissed him once again at the doorway. i lowkey didn't want him to leave because i spent most of my weekend with him already and didn't want to be alone again.

"i'll visit you tonight... at your window." 

i was glad he left me with those words because it gave me something to look forward to tonight. i didn't go out at all that day. jojo came over and we did our homework together and we never usually did something like that but i enjoyed it.

she showed me her texts with jinyoung which we squealed over because i never realized how smoking hot he was until then. besides, he was good at flirting, just like daniel. 

when jojo left after eating dinner (which was thai takeout), i felt that loneliness again. no one was home but me so i decided to watch tv and maybe study for my next exam. life is quite boring like this but at least daniel would visit me tonight after the party.

i waited and waited and waited. he didn't show up. i called him a bunch of times but he didn't pick up. obviously he was partying too hard but i just wished he hadn't promised me something if he couldn't pull through. 

i sighed and lied in bed, still waiting. but he didn't come so i ended up falling asleep.

about 3am in the morning, my phone buzzed beside me. i groggily answered it. if the caller had been anyone other than daniel i wouldn't have. "hello?"

"babe?"

"hmm?"

i heard daniel breathe out on the other end. "sorry for leaving you hanging..."

"it's okay," i murmured, too sleepy to say anything else or to guilt trip him. "i guess you drank too much at the party."

there was a pause. "no... i actually didn't go to the party." 

"seriously?" i giggled sleepily. "that's hard to believe."

"yeahhh... i didn't feel up to it," daniel chuckled quietly on the other end. i felt my mind wander but then it was bought back. "i wanna sing my song to you." 

"go ahead," i whispered, holding the phone close to my face as i closed my eyes. the song started with something like "you're my downtown baby" and i couldn't remember the rest. i was too focused on how soothing his voice sounded over the phone while he sang.

after a couple minutes. "baby... are you still awake?"

"mhm," i replied. it felt like my mind was asleep but daniel's voice could keep me up all night long. 

"i'm moving back to korea."

#khh #khiphop #khiphop imagines #khiphop scenarios #khiphop scenario #bloo #bloo imagines #mkit rain bloo #bloo scenarios #bloo scenario #mkit rain #nafla #loopy

[winetae]

1 year blog anniversary ♡

So I made it to the one (1) year mark earlier this week !!!! And I can’t help but feel a bit emo… When I look back I feel like I’ve changed a lot, not only as a person, but as a writer. I can still remember the night I posted my first fic… How I sat there for half an hour and debated on whether or not to press ‘post’. My first ever story was barely 2k words, so I can’t help but feel like I’ve grown a lot… But honestly, there were times when I felt immensely dissatisfied with my writing, and times when I thought I lost the interest I had for it as well. I’m not sure if I’ve said this before, but I don’t get the opportunity to write fiction or write in English, period. So being on this blog has been a fun way to channel my creativity, but has also been difficult because I didn’t know anything about proper grammar, etc. I think that even if I were to close this blog, I’ll have learned a lot !! That’s why I don’t have any regrets - even if there are some moments I’d rather not have a repeat of dlfkjdfl

In hindsight, I think the most rewarding thing was to know that other people enjoyed my writing… Writers have the tendency to be too harsh on themselves, and I think that being on here has made me realize that I don’t need to meet impossible standards for my writing to be enjoyed by others. So thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has sent me nice messages, or left nice things in the reblogs… I don’t say it enough, but it means the world and brightens up my days by a mile !!!!!!

Also, I really want to thank the fellow writers on here who have given me encouagement and advice !!! There are a lot of people that I want to name, but in true Ave-fashion I’m fcking tipsy right now and I’m afraid I’ll forget people if I start making a list djkfkdfj but i’m making one anyways 

- during the past year, thank you for giving me advice when I asked for it and sending me nice messages !! I think that in some shape or form your words have influenced my writing. I’m just really, truly thankful.

@dailydoseofdia @trbld-writer @the95liner @fireheart-namjoon @btssmutgalore @ellieljade @noona-la-la-la @bxebxee @yoongihime @chimdeer @bendthekneetobangtan @hungline @jeonhoney @workofteaguk @hobibliophile @drquinzelharleen

- even if we go days without talking, i always feel very comfortable speaking with you all, i never run out of things to talk about :’’) tbh all of you have brought me a lot of laughter when i needed it the most ily all dklfdjsflk words cant express how much 

@oilblotter @kittae @chinnychimchim @wonhopes @mint-tape @vankoya @rohobi

And I’d feel weird if I didn’t mention these people because 1. i love them and would sacrifice a kidney for them and 2. i think i’d have a hard time irl if i didn’t have them as friends

@joonbird - my bby i love you i’m sorry i haven’t been on social media often, but u know that you’re the only one i would talk to about shrek. thank you for always making me laugh and i miss you sm i hope that we can see each other again soon and eat lots of cake and cry over how much we want hoseok to *** us ok

@kimtrain i miss you sooo much djfdhflkdfj i think about you often and i’m so kdfjlkdfj i hope you’re doing okay i love you lots and lots like 80% of my heart is full of mj !!! TT thank you for always giving me advice and cheering me up and just DFGDFGKFGPFGK IM SO EMO i don’t know if its the wine but i’m tearing up i love you…. u really…. u really deserve the world and more

@taesthetes - my sunshine child i actually love u sm dlfkdfjkf i wish i could phrase this better but i know that i can talk to you about anything for hours and hours and that (for some reason) you’ll listen to me. you’re honestly the nicest person i’ve ever met in my life i want my kids to be like you dkfdjlg i love u thank u for always hyping me up and supporting me even if u don’t even read smut. i don’t even remember how we became friends but i can’t imagine being on here w/o you 

@tayegi dfkljfdgkjfgjj could write a five foot long paragraph on how much u mean to me but i have to keep this somewhat short right ?? anyways i think the thing i want to say the most to you is i’m sorry,, i know that you keep a lot of things to yourself bc you don’t want to burden me but i hope that i can give you lots of strength and cheer you up like you’ve done to me. i know that things are difficult rn but i’m rooting for you the most !! ily ty for believing in me even if i’m that annoying younger sibling who likes to pat ur tummy

@floralseokjin T_T well… i mean you already know that i love u the most so it feels kind of redundant to say it again..it just feels …..weird…. when i don’t talk to you, even for a day. no one else understands me like i do thats why i’m emo rn…. bc we have similar interests, i know that i can always talk to u about whtvr (be it crack porn or cheesecake) and i had a lot of fun watching things with you like pd101 every friday or the fckign edward penishand video dfkljgdklg and you can always read my mood, it feels like? like you give me space when i need it, or you encourage me when i’m frustrated and it means the most;;;;; wow i’m actually emo.. anyways now that u’ve almost got ur passport come see me soon so we can go on that bread and cake tour 

edit. dkljdsfkdjf i forgot to mention my beta reader @sexiimochi pls ur the sweetest and you’ve been so helpful also 50% of the reason my writing doesn’t suck is bc of u !!! ilu

#this was not eloquent at all dkfjdlfjdf #but i don't think there are any typos so !!!! #THANK YOU #really truly sincerely #i love u #i hope i haven't forgotten anyone #dklfjdgkljfg #1 year anniversary #:) #personal