#stray kids x plus size reader

[lonelystczennie]

Thinking about Chan…

Thinking about Chan coming home and seeing you in one of his hoodies, and his brain just kinda malfunctions, instantly becoming a needy mess. Thinking about him dragging you to the bedroom before pulling you on top of him, kissing down your neck as his hands trail up under the material covering your body to feel the warmth of your skin, pleading softly for you to please ride him, face scrunching up as you slowly sink down on his length, losing himself in the feeling of your tight heat wrapping around him. Tiny, muted whimpers slipping out as you roll your hips, slowly turning into low drawn out moans as you pick up your pace, guiding him towards release, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks, but he can’t focus enough to slacken his hold, all he can see, think and feel is you. You make him feel drunk, your voice and touch seeping into his every pore and clouding his mind. When he gets close, his voice goes up in pitch as he chokes out a warning for you to slip off of him, that he’s going to cum, but you shush him and tell him can stay inside, and he swears he almost blacks out as your words send him plummeting over the edge, back arching off the bed, his voice getting lost in his throat as he spills inside of you. He slumps back on the bed, absolutely spent, slowly coming back into himself as you gently comb your hands through his hair, still resting on top of him. When you carefully lift off of him, he lets out a low groan at the sight of his release trickling out of you, making his cock twitch again and earning a soft laugh from you as you ask if he isn’t tired. But he just shakes his head, even though his eyes are already beginning to droop. He could never get tired of you turning him into an absolute mess.

(I wrote this at like 5am, don't ask me why)

Masterlist

#bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan hard hours #bang chan smut #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz smut #bang chan thoughts #skz thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x reader #bang chan x plus size reader #stray kids x plus size reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #skz x plus size reader #skz x reader #lonelystczennie

[bethanysnow]

How I think Stray Kids would date a Plus Size Girlfriend!~ Makenae line!

Hyung Line

-Han

This man is going to deny his feelings so hard???? Like my god- he is gonna flirt with you, hold your hand, be an absolute adorable pain in your ass. Let you in, and if asked about it? Nahh, we are just friends. And its gonna crush you. But he knows as soon as it left his face he shouldn't have said it. He is just protecting his heart and he is scared.

He is so internal about his deep feelings that most people wouldn't be able to tell if he was upset, but if you see that his eyes are gonna light up like fireworks. We see how aware he is around Leeknow, how in the SKZ show he did with Minho he was able to tell like 'wait 10 seconds and if he sighs or huffs he didn't really wanna do it' THIS MAN IS SO DETAILED?! Like we know he is an angst boy, and loves writing heartbreaking songs, I don't think that he would change that about himself, but he would write about your troubles. How he is so desperate to see yourself the way he sees you. Which I think if he was to date a plus-size girlfriend it would unironically be a like Noona thing? We all joke and tease that this man is subby and needs a minho or a dominate woman, but I think he just likes to not have to be 'the pants' as it were. I don't get a super typical masc vibe so having someone who is on the other side of the spectrum is helpful. He isn't a dominant person, he doesn't like the attention a lot of the time. He reminds me of like very calm and collected kinda he will be your peace. He will remind you to drink water, and hold you when you're sad, but also wants to be held.

He will fall in love with you internally and grow to love your body. Which is a pain, but its true I think. First thing out of his boys mouth is how cute you are, and prepare to have your cheeks squished. Lots of demanding kisses, lots of hand holding. If you can carry him? OOO YOU'VE GOT HIM IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND! He loves to be baby, but don't let that fool you that he is any less man than changbin or Channie or anyone else

-Felix

I think out of everyone (this may be controversial) this man is the one that is going to have the most internal problems with the idea. Where for hyunjin its a lot around his perception, but for felix its all internal. I say this because like Chan, he lived in Australia, and moved to Korea. He is going to have a lot of complexes regarding his looks. He went and starved himself for 5 ish days because he felt he needed to for a fashion show. (which isn't true) He did martial arts and as someone who dated a person who also did martial arts with a similar amount of awards, there is so much conversation around what your body can do? In that culture? Pushing past those limits, finding your inner strength. This is great in theory, but not so in practice if done poorly because it forces you to think far more critically and not constructively about yourself. He has on record talked about how not great he thinks he looks and it breaks my heart and I very much think that it would affect a relationship. Not that I think he is worried about public reception, but he might buy into a lot of the bad science that's out there around plus-size bodies. I also think him and Chan would make jokes that aren't that.... well-received?

But if he gets through all of that, you have an absolute dork on your hands. He is so ready to skip chapters and be 4 years married going to your daughter's dance recital. He will dote on you and lay on you, and just hold your face in his hands and squish your cheeks to make duck lips. He is I think like Han in that softer masculinity, not that it's any less masculine. He's just not gonna be very dude-bro about it. If you want to take the lead he's all for it. If you want him to be the lead he'll happily step up. I think like some other members of SKZ he wants to provide for you, he wants to make sure you are happy and taken care of and feel loved. If you have a love language or a attachment style he will research it, or if you have an interest he will look into it to try and talk to you about it. Being plus size I think it wouldn't affect him much and if you needed to sit he'd sit with you.

He knows shame, and so if you were stuck in a situation where you felt shame like going to dinner with friends or being invited to do a day outing and getting winded? He would defend you or try his best to make it suck less. He is such a quiet reliance that he will be your security when the world falls apart.

-Seungmin

This motherfucker doesn't give a single flying fuck about how you look. Or how you think you look or if you think you look bad. It will always go like this

"Whats wrong?"

"...It's nothing"

Punches you in tiny "what's wrong?"

"I just don't feel pretty okay? Or like I deserve you or just gahh!"

"..Well that's dumb. Of course you deserve me. We love each other."

and he will walk away, run back ruffle your hair or give you a kiss and walk away again. THATS IT! I think if it was really serious he would listen and try to help, but he knows hes not gonna change how you feel about yourself in some grand gesture. We know he teases a lot of people, but if you made him aware that 'hey lets not' I think he'd be considerate about it. He'd then tease you about something else, but he knows not to super cross lines set up. If someone around yall makes a 'joke' or tries to make fun of you I believe he'd either try and spin it in a way where its not bad, or he'd play threaten violence but you know its not as...play as people believe it to be. He is I think also in the line of softer masculinity, but is more leaning towards the hyung line of masculine than someone like Felix. (everyone has their moments of course)

He is one of those people that I see wanting an equal partnership, someone he can have banter with (not just be rude and see if you put up with it) but like actual witty banter. He is simultaneously baby but also is happy to hold you close. He doesn't care about looking stupid in public so don't let you think for a moment he wouldn't hold your hand in public. He would bring you up in any conversation, just so proud of you and your accomplishments. He is rather shy of a person, until you get to know him then he is a twerp so if you can bounce with that energy you've got a good relationship in spades.

-I.N

This man is such a dweeb! In a good way! But his clumsy ass would actually be falling head over heels! I dont think hes gotten a lot of outside experience in the dating scene due to school and then just instant idol life? So someone with similar youthful energy that matches his would do really well. I think he'd need someone his age too, unlike Han who would be interested in a noona. Noona stuff for him I feel is more kidding than real relationship material.

This is where I have to apologize to Jeongin stans, I do not have a single romantic or interested bone in my body for IN other than 'he is baby, let me feed him food'. I wanna take care of him like a big sister, not a girlfriend. Though because of this I will link some fics to hopefully make it better. (I haven't read these so be warned)

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@7ndipity @kaciidubs @itshannjisung @dreamescapeswriting @moonlightndaydreams @cutesyh @maymayribee @hanjisunglover @ldysmfrst

#skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #Han x reader #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #yongbok x reader #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #In x reader #plus size reader #stray kids x plus size reader

[nctchubbygf]

Watching, Waiting, Observing and Wanting.

Hyunjin x Plus Size Reader.

Smut

'Hyunjin.' You walked into the living room to see Hyunjin in black sweats almost blending into the couch as he stared at his phone. 'Have you seen my laptop Charger?' You asked your roommate whose eyes sparkled as he watched you walk closer to him.

'Uh...' He looked around himself 'No, where did you have it last?' He asked standing from the couch ready to help you look for it.

'I was in here but I don't see it.' You kneeled on the couch looking behind it to see if it was still plugged in the outlet. As you were bent over the couch Hyunjin's lips slipped past his teeth as he watched the way your black shorts rode up exposing your large bottom to him. It seemed like you were bent over forever and Hyunjin's eyes couldn't focus on anything else.

'There it is' You exclaimed seeing the cord peeking out from under the couch. You pushed yourself over the couch more to reach it hoisting your bottom in the air more causing your tight shorts to ride up even more.

'Fuck' Softly slipped past Hyunjin's lips as he watched you struggle to get your charger from under the couch. He admired how every inch of your body jiggled with even the slightest movement. He always had this little problem of staring at your body a little too often and for a little too long. He took a deep breath to steady his heart rate as he watched your ass shake in the most compromising position he's ever seen you in.

'Who just unplugged it and shoved it under here?' You wiggled your fingers hoping it'd help you grasp the charger. In that moment you hated the collective decision of the roommates to put the couch so close to everything else. "Hyunjin can you hold me so I can go further? Why is everything so close together? ' You asked your fingertips only an inch or two from your charger.

'Of course' Hyunjin ran to hold your thighs, his long thin fingers sinking into the plushness of them. He took deep breaths to control himself, the urge to press his face against you fought with every ounce of common sense in his body. He licked his lips as he scanned the fullness of your body as his warm hands held you. Absentmindedly his thumb messaged the skin just below your bottom the only thought in his mind being how soft your skin felt and how sweet you smelled.

'Got it!' You yelled as you began to push yourself up, your body slipped past Hyunjin's hands that no longer needed to be there but he couldn't let you go. Your hips rested between his hands as he stood behind you. His mind was clouded with all the things that ran through it. Once you were kneeled on the couch Hyunjin's hands left you allowing you to get off the couch.

'Thanks' You smiled up at Hyunjin as you fixed your shorts that had a mind of it's own and your bralette that was as much of it's own person as your shorts.

'No problem' His full lips formed a smile as he ruffled his long blonde hair.

'Han! I know it was you who shoved my charger under the couch.' You yelled to the kitchen as Han stood in front of the microwave.

'How do you know?' He yelled back.

'It's always you.' You said before walking back to your room.

'I had to charge my air pods.' He yelled back once more before you shut your bedroom door. Hyunjin laughed the two of you and your daily squabble before realizing his thoughts had physically manifested in his sweat pants and he sunk to his room before anyone notice or worse you walked back into the living room.

'Hyunjin' You yelped as you walked out of the bathroom holding your bath towel as tight as it could go but your hip still busted out the bottom. Hyunjin was merely centimeters from you the small towel on your body barely a barrier between you two. 'You scared me' You let out a breath as you smiled at the taller man who's kind eyes felt intense on your damp skin.

'Sorry, I thought it was Han in there that's why I waited so close to the door' He lied as he couldn't help but stare at the way your body refused to be covered by the towel around you. 'I wouldn't have been this close to the door if I knew it was you' he lied again, the scent of your sweet body wash wafted around him becoming the only thing he wanted to smell forever.

'It's fine. Sorry I took so long' You quickly turned so the opened side of the towel faced away from him.

'Don't worry, Always take as long as you need.' He assured you as he watched you back away clutching your small towel for dear life. A chuckle slipped past his lips as he watched you tuck away into your bedroom with your back still way from him.

As Hyunjin was undressing in the steamy bathroom filled with your scent he noticed pink fabric tossed by his feet. He picked up the fabric his eyes widening the moment he realized it was underwear that could only belong to you. He ran the stretchy pink fabric through his hands. He ran his thumb over the fishnet heart cutout on the back imagining the way you'd fill out the panties that he held in his hand. His hand found the gusset of your panties, heat washing over him from how damp they were. It could have just been the water from the shower but Hyunjin's mind went haywire as his thumb ran over the piece of fabric that was just between your legs.

His other hand found itself wrapped around his hardening length his bottom lip slipped between his teeth as his hand slid along his shaft as images of you flooded his mind. The way you were bent over the couch the other day, when you were dancing in the living room when you thought you were home alone. The way your hips moved and ass shook was burned into his memory. When you wrestled him for the remote cause you couldn't handle watching another romantic comedy from the 90's and your deep V top provided the opportunity for him to fall face forward into your cleavage. Your voice when you giggled 'Jinnie' every time he tickled you when you hugged him. A smiled pushed his cheeks up releasing his small dimples that were hidden. He looked down at the panties in his hand, with no hesitation he rubbed them on his tip imagining it was the part of your body they touched.

'Y/N' fell from his lip as his precum dampened your panties even more. 'Y/N' he whined louder as he began to slide the panties along his shaft. His other hand moved to his balls tugging at them as he threw his head back while your name filled the small room. Your name rang so loudly that you heard it as you walked down the hallway. Thinking something happened and he was calling you for help, you immediately swung the door open. Heat filled your face as you saw the way your panties were running along his length. Your main thought was how much bigger he was than what you've glanced from his sweatpants.

'Sorry, sorry' You snapped yourself out of it once you saw the panic in Hyunjin's eyes. 'I just heard my name. I'm sorry' You shut the door. You leaned against the shut door as a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as a million thoughts and ideas ran through your dizzied mind.

'Hey, Hyunjin' You knocked on the door frame of his bedroom as he was sitting at his desk. 'Can you help me?' You turned around motioning to your lazily done halter straps of your bikini top 'I suck at tying it tight enough it always comes undone.' You looked back at him as he walked up to you.

'Of course' Hyunjin's delicate fingers undid the bow you tied, as much as he wanted to leave it untied and unhook the rest of your blue bikini top that your body slightly spilled over. He ignored every thought in his head and tied it tightly. As he was still behind you , your bag slipped off your shoulder sending you to bend over making the skirted part of your swimsuit bottom expose the small amount of fabric that barely covered you. In front of Hyunjin was the most of your bare ass he has ever seen. As always his eyes remained on you in yet another compromising position. Once you stood back up your expansive bottom pressed into his crotch that began to harden at the sight and feel of you.

You continued to face away from him as you adjusted your self back into your top. Meanwhile Hyunjin could swear your ass was rubbing up against him on purpose as he watched your wide hips go side to side. he couldn't walk away, he knew it'd never happen again. He didn't want it to end. He crossed his arms, the urge to run his hands up your soft body left them untrustworthy to be left free. You turned to see the most frustrated yet sexy look on Hyunjin's face, his teeth sunk into the inside of his bottom lip, as his brows furrowed and his breathing was heavy, his lids were heavy as he looked down at you.

'Thanks.' You wrapped your arms around his neck forcing his arms to unfold and wrap around you. His hold on you tighter than it's ever been. 'I'm going to beach with the girls, I'll be back later, Han, Chan and Felix are gone too. So you'll be home alone.' You're tone was sweet but hinted with a darkness that made Hyunjin's heart rate increase. You leaned into his ear your lips brushing against the sparkling stud in his lobe. 'There's something in my room that could keep you company' You released his neck with a smirk that told Hyunjin everything he feared, you saw, you saw everything. 'Have fun' you winked before pressing a kiss on his burning red cheek and running away and out the front door.

Hyunjin's jaw dropped as his eyes widened and an exasperated chuckle left his lips. He stood in the door way of his room. He looked around the empty apartment wondering if that really happened. "What did she leave in her room?' he thought to himself as he walked out into the hallway to the room across from his. He opened the door to see blue lacey underwear right in the middle of a completely spotless floor.

He picked them up, the lace soft as he held the bundle of fabric in his hands. He instantly ran his thumb along the crotch. His cheeks blushed deeper as his already hard member was at full attention when he felt how much more damp the fabric was. His mind went hazy as he imagined what you could have been doing to get you that wet not that long ago, right in the room across from his. He couldn't contain himself the moment the image of you with your hand down the panties in his hand entered his head. Without a second thought he pulled his sweatpants down right there in the middle of your room, the door wide open. He immediately rubbed the dampness of the crotch of your panties on his tip. 'Fuck' he moaned as the cool wetness washed over him.

'You're a dirty little boy aren't you?' You spoke from behind him as you walked into your room.

'Yes' Hyunjin said softly as he submitted to being caught by you again. 'I'm so dirty' he hung his head down in shame remembering every thought he's had about you.

'Yes, you are' You wrapped your arms around his waist as you pressed your face against his shoulder. 'What are you thinking about?' Your hand slid down his arm and over his hand that had a firm grip of his length.

'You' He breathed deeply as he watched every move your hand made

'What, about me?" You replaced his hand with yours. He whimpered at the feeling of your soft hands wrapping around him. 'Are you thinking about my ass that you're always staring at?' You began to stoke his length.

'Mmhmm' He whined under your touched as he watched your chubby hand please him in a way he's never imagined you would.

'You like how fat it is? You like the way it jiggles' You tease him as you pump your hand faster causing a groan to leave his lips as he throws his head back, his blonde hair falling over your shoulder. 'Want to know what I did while I was wearing those panties?' You gave all of your attention to his tip.

'Please tell me' He begged, his breathing more labored than after dance practice.

'I was on my back, fingers deep inside me, imagining it was you I was gushing around.' Your lips curved into a smirk against the thin black fabric that covered his back.

'Fuck' Hyunjin groaned as his lashes fluttered.

'Do you want to fuck me?' You slid your hand off his length eliciting a small whimper to fall from his lips missing you, the moment your warm hand left him. Hyunjin turned around, ran his hands along the plushness of your waist as his half lidded eyes bore into yours.

"It's the only thing I've wanted for a long time' his soft lips clashed against yours as his hands squeezed your waist. 'For a really long time.' He spoke against your lips. His hand then slid into your bikini bottoms. "So long' his lips latched on your neck biting the strap of your bikini top as he indulged in how soft and wet you were between you legs.

'Hyunjin' You sigh, his touch making you weak in his hands. 'Please fuck me' You spoke against his soft hair.

'That's all I've wanted to hear you say' he brought his eyes back to yours, he removed his hand from your warmth, slid to his knees, His hands gripped your ass, fulfilling only a portion of his long awaited desires. 'That's all we're going to do today' he pressed his lips in between your legs.

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids #stray kids fic #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids x plus size reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids chubby #stray kids plus size #hyunjin plus size #hyunjin chubby #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x chubby reader #hyunjin x plus size reader

[whenyoucallmenoona]

YALL!!! Chapter 10 us up! This one is for all my Lee Know girlies😌💅🏼

Chapter 10: Wow (Lee Know x Plus Size Reader)

Pairing: Lee Know + Plus Size Reader | Smut

Warnings: Non-Idol AU | Minho is a Scorpio (yes this is a warning) | Cursing | Drinking | Flirtatious Changbin | Body Insecurities | Jealous Minho | Grinding | Unprotected Sex | Dirty Talk | Reader Called ‘Good Girl’ | Pet Names | Hair Pulling | Spanking | Dom Minho | Rough Sex | Cum Shot

Word Count: 10.4k

A/N: Hey! I’m back! Sorry this took so long, but I think it will be worth the wait. Here is the anticipated Minho chapter! Please ignore all the recurring themes and tropes in these Drabbles lmao I clearly have a thing for certain clichés… (sorry for any typos, I’ll do another sweep tomorrow and correct what’s left)

Minho has an obsession with butts. But he has never touched yours. In fact, he actively avoids touching you a lot. You assume it’s because he finds your big curvy body gross, but he finally confesses he is keeping his distance for far different reasons.

#Dream Drabbles #WhenYouCallMeNoona #stray kids #stray kids x plus size reader #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids x thick reader #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #lee know #lee minho #lee know x you #lee know x y/n #stray kids lee minho #ao3

[ssinboo]

MASTERLIST

★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ★·.·´¯`·.·★

𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖜𝖔𝖔

𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

You've been in love with Jeon Wonwoo since forever, and due to your family relations, you had hopes you'd marry him. Your only problem? he's getting engagement to someone else. or During his Engagement party, your childhood best friend and love of your life, Jeon Wonwoo, asks you to run away with him.

pairing: 1960s!AU - Childhood bestfriend! Wonwoo x F!Reader

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖞𝖚

𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫

summary: As your loyal knight, Kim Mingyu is more than willing to serve any and all of your commands. “But he who dares not grasp the thorn  Should never crave the rose.”  ― Anne Bronte

pairing: Historical!AU - Knight!Mingyu x Queen!F!Reader

𝔐𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢

summary: After finding campus heartthrob Kim Mingyu absolutely butchering his trousers trying to fix the hole he’d busted in them, you offer his your sewing abilities. As retribution, he thinks that nothing is more fitting than his ultimate mission: getting you laid. or You and Mingyu spend an unforgettable night together.

pairing: University!AU - Popular!Mingyu x Unpopular!F!Reader, reader does read on the thicker side? Nothing specific.

𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖜𝖆𝖓

✧.*𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤✧.*

Part 1: 𝔄𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰

summary: There’s nothing that nourishes the ego more than envious looks from old classmates. At a ten-year class reunion, Seungkwan is looking forward to enact his long-term revenge plan. When it all comes crashing down, you help him the only way you know how

pairing: fwb!Seungkwan x Reader

Part 2: 𝔚𝔢'𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢

summary: Seungkwan finds himself in a month long slump and you're recruited by his manager to help him get back on his feet. He finds your presence a lot more comforting than he'd be willing to admit.

pairing: Middle School Teacher! Reader x Entertainer!Seungkwan

Part 3: TBA

𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖔𝖓

𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔞𝔡

summary: You and your long time bestfriend smoke together

pairing: DJ!Bad boy!Vernon x Fem!Reader

★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ★·.·´¯`·.·★

𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓

ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔄𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫

summary: Five years after your dreaded break up, Christopher Bahng returns to his hometown. You thought it’d be easy to just ignore his existence, that is, until you’re stuck taking care of him and his two broken limbs.

pairing: ex!Chan x ex!f!reader

𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝

𝔧𝔞̈𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔬𝔪𝔟

summary: You were nothing but a nuisance. A lovesick fool always obsessing over Felix, so why were you looking at someone else? Felix won’t have that, he’ll do something, anything, to make sure you only look at him, even if that means submitting to your every whim. or Your crush Felix is suddenly very interested in you, but you're deadset on making feel as every bit humilated as you felt.

pairing: subby!Felix x Reader

𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖒𝖎𝖓

ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰

summary: You've been in love with your best friend, Kim Seungmin since forever!

pairing: Fashion student!Kim Seungmin x Fashion student!F!Plus Size!Reader

𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘

Coming soon…

#kpop smut #kpop x reader smut #kpop x y/n #kpop x you #skz imagines #skz smut #skz x reader #skz x reader smut #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids x plus size reader #seventeen x you smut #seventeen x reader smut #seventeen #seventeen seungkwan #svt smut #masterlist

[andysorbit]

I saw a video of Chan manhandling the other members and now I'm thinking about free use Chan so... walk with me for a moment yall

minors DNI

Chan would buy you a consent bracelet: if you're wearing it, your body is not your own.

which wrist you wear it on depends on what you're open to

left wrist means you're open to gentle free use

gentle free use is chan gently taking you against the shower wall

pushing your legs apart and eating you out first thing in the morning with slow lazy flicks of his tongue and his teeth softly scraping your clit

or fucking you with his tongue while his nose (lord that man and his beautiful fkn nose) gently nudges at your clit

whispering praises against your ear while he's fucking you

"such a good girl... I love using you just as much as you like being used"

pins you down and manhandles you... but lovingly

"That's it... take my cock, baby"

loves exploring your mouth with his tongue

loves sucking and softly biting your nipples

lazily sucks your nipples while you're on top

likes feeling your hands on his biceps

likes watching you suck his fingers while he's fucking you

heavy into slow and deep strokes

kisses all over your face while he's throttling you missionary

will snowball with you after he cums in your mouth

obsessed with eye contact

will throttle you into the mattress

so vocal

will definitely get pussy drunk and overstimulate you while he's eating your cunt greedily

will also overstimulate himself while he's pounding you until he's whining and trembling just as much as you are

right wrist means he can do his absolute worst

oh you're doing something in the kitchen? he's coming up behind you, shoving you down on the counter, and fucking you

likes that he can use you to destress

using you means fucking your throat until you're a mess of tears, spit, and cum

"fucking gag on it, bitch"

it could mean forcing himself into you before you're fully ready to receive him

means holding his hand over your mouth and nose while he's fucking you stupid

"Oh it's too much? Shut up, it isn't. Don't be a fucking crybaby over something you asked for"

loves gripping you by your throat

moves you roughly into the position he wants you in

pinches your nipples too hard

mocks you

"Oh don't push me away... fucking take it. Take my cock... oh it hurts?... Good."

loves slapping your face and spanking your ass

loves spitting on your lips and in your mouth

gets off on your tears

"Cry, little girl... yeah cry for me. you know I love seeing you fucked out and stupid for me... bet you don't even know what you're crying for at this point"

cums on your face

aftercare king

you definitely have bruises on your wrists from him pinning you down

#neoculturecollectives #k-labels #kvanity #kpop smut #ambw kpop #kpop ambw #skz hard hours #skz smut #skz hard thoughts #stray kids ambw #stray kids smut #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #bang chan hard hours #bang chan smut black reader #bang chan smut #christopher bang smut #chris bang smut #stray kids x plus sized reader #stray kids x black!reader #bang chan #christopher bang #chris bang

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Showing Stray Kids Your New Belly Button Piercing {Curvy Babe Edition} ♡

♡ Shoutout to the sweetie that made this request. Every request I get is from the most darling folks there are & I love ya'll for that ♡

Pairing: boyfriend!skz x curvy!fem!reader

Genre: fluffy fluff

♡ Hyunjin ♡

is impressed that you got pierced to begin w/ & thinks you're a total badass for it

buys you jewelry to match every outfit. seriously every outfit

has a soft spot for the dangly kind of jewelry because of how it moves when he touches your belly

will probably get a piercing somewhere to match yours

♡ Changbin ♡

gets pouty because you didn't take him with you but lets it go when you give him kisses

immediately falls in love w/ it and can't stop holding you by the waist from every angle possible

keeps finding any excuse to get under your shirt to see it

can look at it all he wants but will end anyone he catches staring at you

♡ Lee Know ♡

swears he could've done it for you himself w/ a sewing needle & an ice pack. he probably could've

wants to know how much it hurt to gauge rather he wants to threaten your piercer or not

reads your aftercare instructions 101 times to make sure you're gonna be okay

finds this whole piercing thing sexy & wants you to get more

♡ Bang Chan ♡

let's be real, you can't do anything w/o him knowing. he's the one who drives you there

makes sure that you eat/hydrate before you get pierced because he can't let anything happen to his love

promises not to hover while it's getting done but totally does

babies you afterward with cuddles and belly kisses

♡ Seungmin ♡

thinks it's fake at first & tries to poke it

apologizes a bunch when he realizes it's real & he actually poked a fresh piercing

gets super protective of you, making sure you don't bump into things etc

keeps pulling your skirts/pants down a little to show it off even if they aren't technically supposed to fit that way

♡ I.N ♡

wants to know how badly it hurt out of morbid curiosity

falls asleep on your belly because he got distracted staring at your sparkly jewelry

you're the eternal little spoon cause it's the easiest way for him to play with it

asks if you're gonna dye your hair & join a punk band now. he encourages it

♡ Felix ♡

prepare to hear him say how beautiful it is a gazillion times over the next few days

will treat you like you got major surgery, keeping you comfortable & doing everything for you

takes you shopping for bikinis because now you must go to the beach w/ him every chance he gets

shows off how cute it is to anyone who's around like he's the one who got it

♡ Han ♡

follows you everywhere anyway so he's for sure there when you get it done

holds your hand from the moment you step into the shop even though the piercing itself takes 0.5 seconds

takes a bunch of selfies w/ it & posts it to his insta because you're so stinkin cute

has to be reminded over and over again that he isn't allowed to play w/ it yet but forgets & does it anyway

#stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #chubby reader #plus size reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #in x reader #bang chan x reader #han jisung x reader #hyunjin x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader

[iobsessblog]

okay but imagine having an ex boyfriend who could never make you come. And you think that there is something wrong with you, that you’re broken. And the chan, the cute new boyfriend channie, who is so dedicated and kind and caring, finds out that you never orgasmed with your ex cause he was too lazy to make you try to come.

And our sweet channie, he actually put so much effort in making you come, like it’s his life mission. Laying between your spread legs, trying different things, actually listening when you tell him ‘yes baby right there’. It could take minutes or hours but he doesn’t mind, doesn’t lose patience, doesn’t get bored.

And then when you’re on a brink of orgasm and you softly tell him ‘channie I’m gonna come’ so afraid that he’s gonna change the pace or angle, he just keeps going the way you told him you like it, saying ‘come, baby. You deserve to come as many times as you want’.

And afterwards he just holds you close happy for you but also so fucking proud of himself for making you feel good

#bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan x plus size reader #stray kids #stray kids smut

[what-if-nct]

House Party with Hyunjin

Hyunjin x Plus size reader

Smut

As you were dancing you felt hands snake their way around your waist and someone rested their chin on your shoulder.

"Where have you been?" Hyunjin's voice felt deeper as he spoke into your ear while he squeezed the softness of your body tighter. "I've been looking for you all night" he began to sway you back and forth.

"You could have called me" you laid your hand on his that rested on your stomach.

"What's the fun in that?" You could feel Hyunjin's lips smile against your bare shoulder as he placed a soft kiss there. "But you make it very hard to find you." Hyunjin stood straighter sliding his hand from your stomach to your hands to spin you so you face him.

"I'm the biggest girl at this party how hard was it to find me?" You looked up at him as you allowed him to intertwine your fingers.

"Very" he leaned in placing a kiss on your lips. "Who were you dancing with before I came over" Hyunjin pulled away looking behind you to make sure he was gone.

"I don't know, he just came up and asked me to dance with him" You shrugged looking to see if he was still around.

"Good thing I found you when I did." Hyunjin swung your intertwined hands back and forth while his eyes held yours beneath the flashing lights.

"Yeah, good thing" you couldn't help the way your eyes fell from all of the attention Hyunjin gave you.

"Yeah, cause how are you not cold?" his arms wrap around you as he pulled you into his chest. "You're just wearing underwear" he referenced your outfit that was completely appropriate for a party.

"You're so dramatic." You attempted to weasel out of his grip only succeeding when he allowed you to slightly pull away, only slightly. "It's a bralette and mini skirt, I can't help my hips make my skirt ride up" you wiggled your skirt down to cover you a bit more.

"Not just your hips" Hyunjin laid his hands on your behind that made them look smaller than Felix's in comparison.

"I wish I was surprised that's the first place your hands went" you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"My eyes too. How else was I to know it was you from behind" Hyunjin smiled brightly as he began to sway you once more.

"Again, I'm the biggest girl at this party" you wiggled your hips against his hold.

"And why do you say it like it's a bad thing?" he pulled you in closer. "It's not" he placed a kiss on your lips as his grip on your bottom tightened.

"I know" your voice was soft as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Hey" Hyunjin patted your behind "Let's go somewhere more quiet" he took your hand and led you deeper into the house you were unfamiliar with but seemed like Hyunjin knew like the back of his hand. He opened a door far from the main living room. "Chan said it's okay to come in here" he pulled you into a room with a pool table, darts, tv, bean bag chairs and a black leather couch that was surrounded by cool tone led lights.

"Oh so this is Chan's house, I thought you two lived together in your apartment" You followed Hyunjin into the room.

"Yeah, it's his parents house they let him throw a party here since our apartment is so small. But if we were at my apartment. I don't think we'd leave my room" he sat on the couch and tried to pull you into his lap but you slipped slightly away so only your legs laid across his lap. "It's okay" Hyunjin placed his hand on your back and gripped your large thighs as tightly as he could so you couldn't pull away. In a swift motion he pulled you into his lap. You noticed he's gotten so much stronger in the past couple of months.

"Now that didn't have to be difficult did it?" he looked up at you as he held you in his arms.

"It didn't" You couldn't look into his eyes as he looked at you as warmly as he did.

"I missed you" he laid his head against your chest burying his face into the cleavage your white lace bralette created. "I missed you so much" he buried himself into your warmth and softness as his hand ran up your white mini skirt.

"I missed you too." You ran your fingers through his silky hair. "You leave so much. I never know where you are" you looked down to see him lost in the white lace of your bralette.

"Well I won't leave again" he lifted his head. "Not until you know you're mine. Officially mine." He once again intertwined your fingers.

"I am?" Your voice was soft as he stared into your eyes.

"You are." Hyunjin's lips pressed against yours "You always have been" he pulled away. "I was just afraid to say it. But now I'm more afraid one day you won't be mine anymore"

"I don't think it could happen even if I tried" you returned the kiss Hyunjin gave you,

"Good I don't know how many more nights I can go with you. I need you" he pulled away from the kiss and placed your hand against his chest.

"You need me?" You asked as his eyes felt intense on your skin.

"I need you" he held your hand tighter.

"I need you too" Your lips curled into a smile as your hand ran down his chest. You pulled away causing a soft whine to fall from his lips. You stood from his lap and fell to your knees. You positioned yourself between his legs and without asking he unzipped his pants. "You're so hard" you pulled his lengthy muscle free from his jeans.

"You act like it's not your fault" Hyunjin ran his hand along your cheek and smiled down at you. You only smirked just before slowly taking him all in your mouth. "Fuck" he hissed as you took full lead and did what you always did that Hyunjin may brag about to his friends. His fingers lightly ran through your hair and his head fell back. Your name filled the air as you took him as deep in your mouth as you could. "You look so pretty when you deep throat me like that" he said as he held himself back from thrusting into your mouth. When you pulled your mouth away he ran his thumbs under your eyes as they teared from taking all of him in.

"Do you want to fuck me?" You ask teary eyed and breathless as you stroke him slowly.

"More than anything in the world" he pulled your hand away from him and led you back up to the couch. With a few swift motions you were on your back beneath Hyunjin as he rested between your thighs. He ran his hand up your thighs taking his time melting over how soft and full they are. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear and he practically tore them as he took them off of you. He pulls your body closer. "God your pussy is so pretty." He said as he ran his hand between your legs the teasing of his fingers causing every nerve ending in your body to light up beneath his touch.

"Fuck me" was all your mind could gather as you looked up at Hyunjin.

"Say that again" Hyunjin leaned in closer to you.

"Fuck me" you barely got out before Hyunjin was deep inside you. The deeper he thrusted the more your stomach tightened. "Hyunjin" your voice got higher the faster his hips thrusted.

"Princess, you're so wet I don't know how long I can last" his voice was shaky as sweat was beading on his forehead. "I'm going to-" he could barely finish his sentence as he finished inside of you. "I'm sorry" he looked down to see his release spilling out of you. "I'm so sorry baby" he pushed his hair back as he stared at the mess he made.

"It's okay" you sat up "It's happened before it's fine." You watched as he cleaned you and the couch up with a nearby towel.

" I know. But still" he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to his chest. "I'm sorry" he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"It's fine." You sunk into his chest as he held you tightly.

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids #stray kids x reader #hyunjin x reader #stray kids plus size reader #hyunjin plus size reader #plus size reader

[bugeater101]

Stop Hitting Yourself

Synopsis: After four years of high school, you were sick and tired of Yang Jeongin. However, your inexperience with relationships combined with his persistence have you questioning your feelings towards him. Now, in the final stretch of your secondary education, you've somehow been paired up with that brute in a project. Yet, your study plans in the library take a different turn when you let your curiosity (and his perseverance) get the better of you.

Content: bully!Jeongin x nerd!fem!reader, plus size!reader, virgin!innocent!reader (doesn't know anything besides basic biology), dom!Jeongin, big dick!Jeongin, Jeongin is a dumbass (also oscillates between like cold bad boy and golden retriever boy), hand kink, reader has small hands, Jeongin has huge hands (duh), enemies to lovers, school AU, the reader is a bit insecure and endures a lot of bullying by Jeongin (teasing, mocking, comments related to glasses, no other negative comments related to appearance), mentions of smoking, 0-100 kind of plot, groping, spanking, pain kink, oral sex (male!receiving), crying, degradation, slight size kink, public sex, unprotected sex (please where a condom!!), mentions of breeding, vaginal penetrative sex, a hella cute epilogue.

Word Count: ~16.9 k (I AM SO SORRY)

Author's Notes: This fic is for my lovely and patient followers and hte amazing anon who sent in this request! Also, even though this AU takes place in a high school setting, please note that both Jeongin and the reader are 18+ in this fic. Minors, do not interact! This work also follows a lot of stereotypes about like "nerds" and "bullies" but bear with me y'all. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, trussss that it is not because the bully is harbouring some crush on you. This fic uses such dynamics to simply build towards the smut and power dynamics. To quote Tyler the Creator, "Hey, don't do anything I'm about to say." Also, I would eventually love to do another and much shorter part two, but that is an idea for another time. Thank y'all as always!

Taglist: @scribblemetae @mygsis, @9900z @taekbokki,@imtoooyoungforthisshit, @jihanlovic, @compersian

You had three goals once you entered high school: get good grades, stay out of trouble, and try to have fun.

Yang Jeongin, however, seemed hell-bent on destroying any semblance of peace in your life. In fact, you bet that his whole schedule was dedicated to manifesting your misery. Or, possibly, he just brought torment with him wherever he went.

Nevertheless, it was accurate to claim that his purpose (in your perception) was to make you miserable. For the past school year, you had seen more of Jeongin than you ever wished to: your schedules put him in at least two classes with you every semester for four years and you also lived relatively close to one another. So, your encounters were frequent, expected, and... "memorable", to say the least.

Every day since freshman orientation, you have been forced to acknowledge Jeongin's existence on a daily basis. Almost immediately, he adopted a particularly cruel stance toward you. When it all first started, his taunts were just for fun and to seek attention, to say the least. Now, he just seemed mean. Not to anyone in particular: Jeongin was just a generally disagreeable person, and especially to you.  And it hurt.

Obviously, it hurt, who would not be hurt if they found themselves in such circumstances?

It was embarrassing to admit it, but Jeongin's indifference toward you was often offset by your more "cordial" feelings toward him. Actual motherfucking cordial feelings. In other words, you had harboured a small, tiny, minuscule, microscopic crush on him that even his meanest days could not challenge. So, you've had a crush on Jeongin since you first met him and it has been the dumbest thing you've ever done.

You remember when you first saw him. It was orientation for high school, the first day of the semester. You were a freshman and he was too. However, your appearance alone separated you and him into two distinct social categories. Like the delinquents that were his so-called friends, he wore his uniform messily: tie loose, shirt untucked, sneakers, and messy hair. Everything he did was with an insufferable air of nonchalance and disrespect, almost aggressive in the languid, lazy movements he made. Even his walk reeked of a cockiness that altered the milieu of the room. You couldn't believe how intolerable he was, nor could you believe how your cheeks flushed at the mere sight of him. High cheekbones, a fox-like face, slender build but definitely on the muscular side. God, not to mention he was big. He was tall, at least taller than the other boys in your grade. His height alone made him stick out like a sore thumb, not to mention his clothing. He had immediately caught your eye and it made you sick.

And then there was you: you were just as out of place as he was, but for entirely different reasons. Your hair was proper, your glasses were well polished, and your uniform was always ironed. Of course, the uniform rarely fit properly as you were bigger. The shirt never buttoned right and the skirt was too short in the back, making you feel much more out of place than you would have liked. Other than your rather ill-fitting uniform, your propriety and intelligence made you the odd one out. You contrasted much of the student population in those respects, especially Yang Jeongin.

For lack of a better word, you were a fucking loser. And so was Jeongin. But at least he owned it. Maybe that was what you liked about him, that he knew he wasn't much and didn't have to prove himself through school or other activities. Either that or how fucking attractive his jawline was or his messy hair.

Jeongin and his friends managed to sit somewhat near you during orientation. He couldn't see you from his position, but you could see him. His confident stare, the flirtatious grin he flashed, and the troublesome giddiness in his eyes would normally make you well annoyed. But, with him, it was somehow different, like he wasn't just another stupid boy you couldn't wait to ignore and forget. God. It was like some trope where he was the bad boy and you were some know-it-all who was desperate for some freedom, which he could offer you.

The entire assembly went over your head as your eyes transfixed on the boy who sat in front of you with his giggling gaggle of friends and troublemakers. You swore he thought he was one of the cutest boys you'd ever seen.

That all quickly changed once you got to know him.

You only had two classes with him that year but they were unforgettable due to the sheer torture he put you through. He would tease you, take your notes, copy off of your tests, and sometimes right his name on your homework (and he would still manage to get shitty grades). Needless to say, your fondness for him obviously and quickly diminished.

Yet, you still knew that those feelings hadn't entirely disappeared. They were still there, just somewhere deep down. However, some nights, those feelings were quite shallow and you didn't need to search so deeply to find them, as if you could reach out and touch them with ease. It happened late at night and only in the shroud of darkness. Your head would either be too busy or too slow, as if the overbearing presence of thoughts or their complete absence somehow created a tunnel to your most shameful yet needful desires. Though you wouldn't like to admit it, at these moments you find yourself pining for him. And then you feel those feelings, the ones that you don't really understand but you're too embarrassed to even type the words into the search bar and figure out what's going on so you just deal with them. And then you spend the night lying in your bed, tossing and turning to your memories of Jeongin, wondering what he would be like if he were here with you now. 

Fuck. You need a boyfriend, or to at least get laid.

Yeah. You're inexperienced, but you know the basics. At least, you think you do. When it comes to Jeongin, all logic gets thrown out the window. You often find yourself wondering what you actually want to do with him: to kill him or… God, you couldn’t even think of the filthy things you wanted him to do to you. Maybe it was because you were too embarrassed to think such things, or maybe it was because you truly didn’t know what to think. Despite acing AP biology and understanding how everything physiologically works, your lack of experience has made you rather ill-equipped when it comes to anything romantic or "alleviating" those feelings you have when you think about Jeongin. Either way, your mind was blank when it came to him, especially those feelings that make you toss and turn and pray that weird giddy feeling goes away.

Now, after four years, you can practically taste your liberation from him. However, it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore his teases. Not only is he becoming more annoying by the second, but it also seems like he is just getting fucking hotter. Especially when he magically starts paying attention in class and you finally have a chance to stare at him uninhibited, as if being free from his constant attention finally gives you a chance to admire him. It looks like you are staring off into space, but really you are studying him. His pretty face, how good he would look if he cleaned himself up a bit more, or even admitting to yourself how good he looks all scruffy. You would study his body, how slender he is, how you want to feed him good desserts, how you think he would be the type of boyfriend to never resist eating his partner's food. Then you would acknowledge how he keeps his nail beds clean. How nice his hands are, overall. How nice they would be to hold. How big they are, how veiny... how that insinuates he is big and veiny in other places. 

...Okay, so you weren't completely out of the dating sphere. You were naive, but you knew how everything worked. However, you also knew that there was more than just strange feelings and vaginal penetration and orgasms and pregnancy and yada yada yada: there was more beyond sex than just sex. But, of course, you never worked up the courage to simply type lewd searches into Google or bother to ask any of your friends about it. Except for the hand thing, which is just that: a hand thing. A thing you have for hands, Jeognin’s hands, and yeah. Just a hand thing. Nothing else. Yeah.

Anyways, you remained—more or less—in the dark about sex. Though you would like to know more, you know that you've only felt certain feelings towards Jeongin, and only him, of all people. For any logical person, it is better to bury those feelings deep inside than let yourself accept that they are awoken by a ghastly man who cares little for you or your well-being.

You'd rather stick to your studies, anyways.

Today, however, was a particularly irritating day. Normally, Jeongin enjoyed following you around, jeering rude chants at you with his friends (your favourite was the classic and unoriginal "Hey four-eyes!" followed by a chorus of giggles), or trying to wrap his arm around you as you walked down the hall. Every time, you brushed him off.  However, Jeongin's irritability was off the charts since he decided that today was the day to dress in a particularly irritating fashion. He had completely disregarded his school uniform altogether. Why did this of all things make you mad, exactly? Because he looked fucking amazing.

Wrinkled white shirt. Loose tie. And sweatpants. Not just any sweatpants, but grey sweatpants. God, it was like he was trying to annoy you. How could he look so good while wearing something so informal? He was borderline infuriating in his presence alone, now you had to cope with how his sweatpants left little to the imagination. Though you wished that someone would put a stop to this reign of terror, you knew that the school administration had completely given up trying to control him at this point. This institution had become Jeongin's domain and you were intended to suffer through it as well as your rage-based attraction to him. Nevertheless, you pushed those feelings below your impermeable layer of school-related anxiety and ignored them. You found this trick especially useful to you when he was your lab partner in chemistry last year. It is an especially useful tool now considering you were seated across from him.

While you tried to keep your eyes focused on the board in front of you and not on the hunk of the man to your left, the task immediately became easier once your teacher announced the first big project of the semester.

"This project will weigh at around 20% of your grade and will replace this module's exam." Sighs of relief passed through the class in waves, the whole class happy to know that they just have to make a powerpoint rather than study all night for a written test that they would likely fail. Peace, however, was momentary.  

"However,” your teacher continued, “since this project is a large amount of work, it will be done in groups of two." You gave a quick smile to your friend and desk partner to your right, who smiled back.

"The groups, however, have been randomly assigned." Your faces both dropped. Actually, everyone stopped smiling. Then, waves of groans moved through the class.

"Stop complaining," the teacher sighed, rubbing her eyes. "To create a conducive learning environment that limits your amount of fun, I randomly assigned each of you to someone in the class who you likely do not talk to. I will post the partners at the end of class and I suggest that you start working on the project ASAP and throughout the weekend because it's due in a week." Another wave of groans rolled through the class and was immediately followed by complaints, questions, exasperated sighs, and a particularly harsh exhale from you. You hated assigned group projects. Due to your reputation, you were usually expected to carry the project along with whoever you were assigned. You never really minded the work as long as you got to choose your partner. Essentially, if the partner was your friend, you would happily and easily do all the work. But now that the teacher has “randomly selected” your partners (she surely just put them through a random assigning program), you felt your blood boil. Jeongin, however, was surely silently rejoicing at the announcement of a group-based project: it meant that he could coast by like he normally did in group projects.

The rest of the class drudged on with great exhaustion. Everyone loathed the prospect of seeing who they were paired up with at the end of it. The worst thing was that it was the Friday of a long weekend. School was meant to be the last thing on anyone's mind until Tuesday came around. You all should have been blessed with the freedom of three days off and whatever it entailed: drinking, parties, staying out late, suspicious excuses given to your guardians, small friend groups loitering at the park at night, getting high then going to the 7/11, and hangovers that you thought were terrible but would seem like small headaches when you're 22 and trying to keep up with college-level drinking. This was what the weekend was for. However, this teacher obviously loved to ruin everyone's time and force them to study and work on this project. 

With the final bell, the teacher headed out first followed by a mass of same-dressed students who were eager to see the possible stranger that they would be paired with. Jeongin left first, keen to leave but also being able to leave easily as he had brought nothing to class. After a few minutes, you and your friend followed behind the crowd, watching the mass of students as they shoved to look at the list of partners on the corkboard. Some sulked away, others jeered as they had been blessed with the partnership of a friend. Jeongin was one of the first to walk away, smiling smugly and playfully shoving his friend as they sat idly by, waiting for their partners to come to them.

After a few minutes of struggle, you and your friend finally made your way to the list.

"Who'd you get?" You ask as she studies the list first.

"That kid that sits behind us," she says.

"Oh, that's good! His name is Seungmin, he’s sweet."

"Yeah, but..." her voice trailed off.

"But... what?" You inquired, her voice making you uneasy. 

"You're gonna... your partner... just, see for yourself." She steps out of the way as your finger traces down the list to find your name.

And there it is. Next to your partners. And, frankly, you can do nothing but slowly turn and look at Jeongin leaning against the lockers behind you.

He gives you a small smile and raises his eyebrows.

"We'll meet at 5 in the library! I'll see you then!" He states with a twisted grin. With those few words said, he and his friend saunter off, leaving you dumbstruck with your friend praying for your well-being beside you.

“Y/n,” she asked with a soft touch to your arm, “are you okay?” You gave a stiff nod as you watched Jeongin walk away. 

God. Those fucking grey sweatpants look so good on him.

---

"You're lucky that you know the librarian well enough that we can be left alone here," Jeongin teased, looking up at the high ceilings and clearly impressed by them. His arms hung low as he carried the stack of books he had slowly accumulated in his arms. Well, you place them in his arms, he just took them because he didn’t really know what to look for or how to study or what this class was even about. 

You guessed by his expression (and from your past four years of being his victim) that Jeonging had probably never even set foot in the library. In fact, he had little to no intention of doing so for his whole high school career. Yet, thanks to you, here he was.

"I don't 'know the librarian,'" you groaned. "I volunteer here. Some of us need extracurriculars on our university applications. I just have the privilege of going here enough that I get an extra key to help lock up." You placed the book you were carrying on the wooden table and Jeonin copied your action, dropping the stack of texts with a sigh.

“In other words,” Jeongin taunted, “you know the librarian well enough to come here after hours”. You shot him a look before turning to the mess of textbooks and binders in front of you.

"We wouldn't be alone after-hours if we had just started immediately after class," you stated angrily as you sorted the books into piles for you and him. "But somebody had to go smoke with his friends outside, so now we've had to come after hours to study."

"Just know that it was a really good smoke break," Jeongin replied with glee as you divided up his and your reading materials, placing the books with a hidden rage that only came from years of bullying or sexual frustration. Or, in your case, a horrid cocktail of both. After you were done, you took a seat on one side of the table and gestured for him to sit opposite you. He got the hint and sat, immediately flipping through his books and shuffling them around, not even trying to look busy. 

"All I know is that we're here, alone, with no one else around and that I could trash this place if I wanted,” he continued with an air of cockiness you wanted to destroy.

At this point, you were really starting to regret everything that has ever happened to you. Sure, having a key to the school's immense library was a bonus of being a diligent student: you knew you could always escape here and it was entrusted in your care. Many times you had retreated to this place in the hopes of peace and quiet from the troubles of school. It was your sanctuary.

Now, an early library closing, a nicotine addiction, and a late study session had forced you to bring him here.

"I know you won't do that,” you shot back, “and I also know that I could just lock you in here if I wanted for the whole weekend.” Your response made his eyes go wide with what seemed to be shock and worry. However, when a smile broke out on his face, you knew that he thought your threats were empty. 

"You're fun!" He cheered. 

"I will lock you in here, Jeongin." You restated in a serious tone which he didn't seem to take as seriously. "Now,” you continued, “get started on studying. We have a lot to do and I have no intention of doing it alone. You need to look through the blue book. Read sections 2 to 4 and take notes on anything related to the assignment. Check the study questions, too: there could be info in the answers that could help us out."

"I hate that you're making me work," he complained in an obnoxious tone that could only be embodied by a teenage boy who had never been put in his place. "Normally I do nothing and the person just lugs me along."

"Well, I'm tired of carrying group projects, so you have to carry your own weight," you sighed. "Now. Start studying."

Jeongin gave you an eye roll before quietly retreating to his book. The silence quickly engulfed the library and you flipped through your book, looking at where to begin and fearing how much you had to tackle. 

Although this was a less-than-ideal situation, it did have its perks. To be honest, you never knew Jeongin could be quiet. It was nice to take quick glances at him while he studied, his face contorted as he analyzed the text and focused on his work. Just these few moments of silence seemed to give you hope. Maybe you could make the best of a bad situation. Maybe you could use this time to make Jeongin shut up for a few seconds and let you study his handsome face before being rudely disrupted by whatever dribble he decided to shoot out. Maybe this partnering was a blessing in disguise.

Your hopes were ruined as the silence was broken.

"God!" Jeongin groaned, leaning far back in his chair. "This is so borringgggggg!" Your annoyance immediately returned to your body. He was hot, but god did he like to pester you.

"Please, Jeongin, read the passages, I beg of you," you groaned as you looked through the books to find out the sections you were meant to study.

"Ughhhh..." he sighed. Suddenly, he loudly arose, chair screeching back as he picked up his books.

"What are you doing?" You asked, annoyed and barely looking up from the books you were still sorting through.

"I'm moving next to you," he responded as he waddled towards you, moving like a child who was purposefully aggravating a parent just for the fun of it. 

"Please, God, tell me why," you groaned.

"Because I'm lost!" He sighed, "I'm gonna sit by you because I hate being this far away and this lost at the same time. You have to help me Y/N if you're gonna make me carry my weight on this project."

As he slid himself and his books beside you, you prayed to every God you knew of—Jesus, Demeter, Allah, YHWH—that you would be vaporized then and there.

There was no escaping this irritation. Normally, you'd parry any advancements Jeongin made. Oftentimes, you would even take a different path home or avoid certain wings of the school altogether just to get away from him. To be clear, Jeongin didn’t actually frighten you. You weren't scared of Jeongin, you were just horribly, dreadfully annoyed with him. 

However, today was not a normal situation. There was no avoiding him: you were stuck with this fucking idiot on a group project with no hope of deflecting his pokes or prods.

"Oh, wait, before you start reading you should fix your glasses. They’re falling." He mumbles, "lemme… lemme just..." he then placed his pointer fingers on the center of your lens and pushed them up, readjusting the frames but dirtying your eyesight in the process. You shot him an angry look as he giggled, hating the smudge on the glass.

"If you must know," you seethed as you wiped your glasses off and placed them beside you, "I never wear them to read and study—two activities I still hope to do, despite your presence."

"Ah!" Jeongin dramatically fell back on his chair and grasped his heart as if he had just been shot straight through it. "Words hurt, y/n! I can't believe you would say such things to me! How dare you suggest I distract you!" He cried with a great fabricated sentiment.

Again, you rolled your eyes at his giggles and flirtatious fucking smile that made him look so damn dreamy that it made you want to punch a wall.

"Jeongin, please let me get back to studying."

"Call me 'Innie,'" he responded coolly.

You let a beat pass as you tried to process what he just said.

"...What?!" You hissed at him. That certainly got your attention.

"Call... me... 'Innie.'" His smile widened and he leaned forward, his face inches from yours and moving closer as he enunciated each syllable with mischief. 

Part of you wanted to push him away. You wanted to leave the library, march straight home, and write a strongly worded email to your teacher telling her that, despite her requirements, you desperately wanted to complete the assignment by yourself.

The other part of yourself, however...

Shamefully, that part wanted him to lean in closer. It enjoyed his playful smile and tone, and thought about how wonderful it was that you two were together, alone, uninterrupted. It thought about all you could do behind closed doors. It thought about things that made you anxious and confused and, frankly, made you want to turn your brain off.

So, you agreed with the former part.

"Jeongin," you stressed, leaning back. "Please go back to studying. I don't have time to play your silly name games." His exaggerated groan to your response almost made you crack a smile. Almost.

"Come onnnnnn, Y/n!" He wailed, voice echoing throughout the archives. "You don't even have to say it in public! Please! Only once!" Suddenly, he leaned in again and his face was now mere centimetres from yours. His voice was hushed and his eyes had a strange look in them, something that was serious and tempting. It seemed like he was trying to be playfully urgent in his words, but his voice made each syllable come across as languid, as if he were edging you on, almost daring you to obey him.

 "Just say it to me. Now, in private,” he pleaded.

Uh oh. That part of your brain that you tried to ignore was coming at you with a vengeance. You hardly noticed that your cheeks were starting to burn. Gathering all control, you tried to put an end to this foolishness. 

"We won't ever be alone together after next week,” you replied calmly. 

"What... what makes you say that?" He asked with a discouraged curiosity.

"Well... I can't imagine you'd want to hang out after this... after all..." you trailed off.

"After all...? What?" He continued, "After all 'I'm the smartest person in the district and intend to graduate top of the class so I don’t have time to hang out and do scumbag shit with my bestie Innie?"

Okay. Maybe Jeongin actually could humour you. After all, that impression is spot on. The blush on your cheeks had cooled now, but you had not noticed: your mind was too busy malfunctioning over the fact that you were smiling at something Yang Jeongin said to you. Jeongin had genuinely brought a smile to your face, and he seemed to notice, too.

"Woah! There's your smile!" Jeongin jeered, "I've been trying to get you to smile for like three or four years! 'Bout time!"

And just like that, your smile had disappeared without a trace. Your facial muscles even relaxed immediately, feeling no lingering strain from the act. How dare a fucking man tell you to smile, and to try and say that he has been wanting you to do so for four fucking years after bullying you for those same four goddamn years?! You felt like your chest would explode.

"What?! Where did it go?!" Jeongin whined, defeated and pouty because of it. "Pleeasseeeeeee smile again, y/n! You look so adorable when you do! I mean, you always do, but your smile! And I know you need your glasses and you look so cute with them, but I can finally see your whole face without them! Come oonnnnnnnnnn! Smileeeeeeee!!!"

Woah. Okay. Those words had sent that stupid, gullible, optimistic part of your brain into a frenzy. However, you clenched your jaw and kept a steady breath. You couldn’t let yourself get carried away as you knew it was all just a game to him. Everything was a game to him.

If Jeongin was telling the truth and that he thought you were “cute” or “always looked adorable”, you would have truly allowed yourself to believe his words. You would have beamed knowing that he thought it was beautiful if you did or didn’t smile, unable to hold back a response to his affection. If he was telling the truth, you were even ready to blush, beg, plead, flirt—whatever it took to keep him talking about how pretty you looked.

Yet, you are a pessimist, through and through.  Before your imagination could run off with the idea that Jeongin’s words were honest and genuine, your heart twined knowing that whatever he was saying was likely far from the truth. What Jeongin said was likely rooted in some foolish, mean-spirited, and twisted way of teasing you. He always did something like this after annoying you: poke the bear then tell it how lovely it looks before it has the chance to chase him down. It was just like those boys in junior high who would yell across the class claiming that “his friend liked you" while the very same friend made disgusted faces. The boys would laugh then, as if the very idea of loving you was a joke. The girls, however, would share a solemn silence, a solidarity only experienced by the victims of female adolescence and the macabre.  A

After all these experiences, you knew two things: boys were assholes and they were bullies. And Jeongin was part of them. 

So, at this moment, you felt dizzy from the sheer humiliation of his words and your  bubbling hatred. You couldn’t believe that Jeongin had the audacity to tease you like this, to say you were pretty when you knew that he had nothing positive to say about you. Saying such sweet things to you with nothing but ill intent behind them made you want to tackle him. Fuck his good looks or his conceited yet insanely attractive attitude. 

So, instead of letting yourself be hopeful and toy with the idea that he may actually be saying a nice thing, you did what you did every time: move past it and try to suppress your anger.

Clearing your throat, you returned to your book.

"Affection and coquetry won't work on me, Jeongin," you stated, eyes burning into the pages to try and ward off the pain in your stomach from his words. 

"Oh, really?" 

God. When will he learn to give up?! He leaned playfully on his hand and swiftly placed his elbow on the table, simultaneously and seamlessly nudging your book out of the way with a coy smile. The act made you huff through your nostrils and dignify his presence with a glare. He didn’t even register the pain his words had caused you. 

"They won't," you respond emotionlessly. All your emotions, however, became quite clear as you pushed your book back to its rightful place and shoved his elbow out of the way in the process, making him hiss from the pain. "And I doubt anything you do to me would count as flirtation."

Jeongin's sour face from the ache in his arm quickly changed to a wide-eyed, agape look. Oh no. The face of mischievous curiosity.

"I take that as a challenge!" He boomed.

"Oh, God, please smite me now," you mumbled, anxiety and rage rising. 

"I just gotta figure out what you like about me and just really capitalize on it," he pondered aloud.

Well. That statement made you scoff.

"I like nothing about you," you dryly stated.

“Oh, come on!” He responds, hoping your words were of off-beat humour rather than born from frankness. Your annoyance was boiling over, unable to contain it.

“No, it’s true,” you stated with malice. “You tease me about my looks and try to make me feel pretty just to tear me down. It’s honestly sickening and, frankly, after four years, it’s kind of unoriginal, Jeongin.”

“Y/n, what?”

There was no humour in your voice in the next words you spoke, no inkling that what you said could be taken lightly. You had let yourself speak freely and felt the burn of horrid words as they dripped from your tongue. 

 “In fact, I would say I’d rather hate you. Extremely so.” 

Silence engulfed the room. Not even the squeak of the chair as Jeongin shifted could be heard. You glanced up at the boy beside you. Jeongin was still and silent: two things he never was.

"...What?" you asked, your words met with no response but the cold echoes of the library. 

“Y/n, how could you say that?” His voice almost cracked as he asked the question. You glanced up at him and caught his eyes. They were glassy, empty.

Oh no.

Oh no... that dreadful empathy inside of you made your heart ache and your stomach churn. How could you feel so horrible after saying one mean thing when he's been nothing but disrespectful to you for four years?!

"I, umm... I—I mean" you tried to defend yourself without seeming like an asshole, which was becoming increasingly difficult as your mind raced to fill the space. However, you realized you had nothing positive to say at all. “Ah, fuck it,” you whispered under your breath. “Jeongin, be serious. Why would I like anything about you when you are nothing but mean to me?"

"Mean to you?!" He spat back, breaking from his hurt trance and turning to anger, simultaneously exacerbating your rage. "When have I ever—!" 

"You've been mean since the moment we met!” You shot back, “"You taunt me, tease me, and even follow me when we run into each other. It is hard enough dealing with academic stress, then I'm paired with the bully that makes my life a living hell and—"

"Bully?" He repeated with some distaste in his mouth and a saddened look on his face. "Is that what I am to you!?"

"What else would I call someone who's followed me every day for four years and has done nothing but jeer at me with his friends?! It is hard enough wanting to please everyone and excelling at school despite what I tell myself. But then I get some guy harassing me every day like it's his fucking day job. What else would I call him if not a 'bully'?! What, Jeongin, what?!"

The library walls repelled your voices again and let its old age absorb the hateful things you spat at each other. Slowly, the sound waves dissipated and silence consumed the wooden room. As the quiet settled, Jeongin let a beat pass, nothing to be said as he, too, let your words sink in.

"I... I just wanted..." His voice was hard, stern at first. Then, he sighed, cleared his throat and darted his eyes away, tone changing to a nervous and humble one. "I just… I'm sorry, y/n. Please know that, okay? I never meant for it to be like that or to go this far or even in this direction. Please know that."

The library had never seemed so unsettling to you until this moment.

Your mind dissected his words, prodding them and pulling them apart and trying to find if he was being malicious. Strangely enough, his words seemed... genuine. 

Great. This meant two things: 1) that he was genuinely sorry after bullying you for four years, and 2) that, if you wanted to be the bigger person, you had to accept it. Worst of all, your brain came up with the perfect way to accept his apology and also humble yourself, and you really hated how perfect it was and how humiliating it would be. Sometimes, your really fucking hated how your brain worked.

"Innie,” you said softly, “Thank you.” 

Jeongin's eyes went wide, so wide you swore they would pop out. The gasp that followed made you believe that he would consume all the air in the room. 

"Say—say it again!" He stammered out excitedly.

"No," you replied as you cracked a small smile. "Take it as a peace offering. I, the person who spoke so ill of you, am extending an olive branch to you, the man who has wronged me."

"I understand so little of that metaphor but just know that I'm happy," he smiled. You rolled your eyes at his idiocy and smiled.

However, before you could conclude the discussion and finally, finally, finally, return to your book, Jeongin raised his hand in a half heart.

Hand. Jeongin's hand.

"What... what are you doing?" You mumbled out, studying his digits.

Pretty, big hand.

Fuck. Not these thoughts. Not now.

"C'mon, y/n! I'm making a heart for you to finish! As a peace offering or a tree branch or whatever you want to call it! Like this, yeah?" He demonstrated by making the shape with both hands, making a complete heart and showing it to you with a boyish grin.

Big, soft, veiny hands.

"Uh, y-yeah, Jeongin," your hand was shaking as you raised it to his own. Fuck, they were even bigger in comparison to yours. 

Hands. Hold. Touch. Big and veiny and... big...God, what well is big?

That fucking part of your mind needs to shut the fuck up before you lobotomize yourself with a #2 pencil. Luckily Jeongin’s giggles as your hands briefly met to form a heart between the two of you snapped you away from such thoughts.

"Guess we're friends now, huh?" You muttered, trying to distract your perverted inner monologue.

"Aw, y/n!!!" He boyishly cheered. His impish smile was contrasted by his low chuckle. However, your own joy was challenged when Jeongin quickly interlaced your fingers in his.

Oh no. 

My tiny hand in his.

"Wait, your hands are so small!"

So big... so big compared to me... so soft, so warm...

"Y-yeah, I've heard that before."

"They’re so adorable! My hands look so big compared to yours, yeah?" His other hand lightly traced your wrist before grabbing it and forcing you to spread your fingers to compare hand sizes.

So, so big. Could barely wrap my hand around him. Could barely wrap my hand around his—

“Wow you’re right,” you responded nervously. 

You started to feel that strange feeling, the one you only experienced in solitude in the dead of night, not sitting across from a man who may or may not be your bully anymore and is using you like a plaything. God, why did that thought make these feelings even stronger? You crossed your legs and hoped to squash the voice in your head.

"Like woah! I knew my hands were big but this is crazy!"

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it—

"Do you have anything else that’s big that I should know about?"

...oh fuck.

This library has gone through too many auditory extremes today. You know that this has got to be the loudest goddamn silence you have ever or will ever experience in your life. Both of your eyes were wide, your stare locked in with his as you sat engulfed in shock.

For the first time today, you felt just how hot your face was.

It felt like an eternity was passing within these seconds of horrifying, dreadful awkwardness. You prayed that once you would finally blink that he just be gone. Sadly, he still sat there, face unchanging and unforgiving.

His hands still held your own.

Breaking the silence, he let out the driest of coughs.

"Well, it's—"

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered out. "I didn't mean to—"

"It's—It's no worries, truly," he stammered over. The silence came again, but less horrendous this time. Or maybe it was worse, you couldn't decide. All you noticed was the fact that his hand still hadn't left yours. 

Jeongin decided to speak again, quieter this time. His eyes were wide, but glancing around frantically, trying to search for the right words. A harsh blush was forming down his ears and hard turned his honeyed skin into a scarlet red. You were strangely comforted knowing that he was just as mortified as you.

"I-It's wrong you know." He hesitated to continue. You, however, were all ears.

"Jeongin," you said slowly, "whatever do you mean?" He sighed, embarrassment consuming him.

"My friends looked it up and... apparently nose length is a more accurate measure.... but... you know..." Though you were fascinated to learn about this new little tidbit of info and that Jeongin actually knew something, you were way too focused on what he wanted to say.

"But what?" you asked in a small voice. His palm was sweating against yours as heat radiated from him.

"Well, just that.. you know... it's not like a rule. There are exceptions. It's just like a theory, yeah?" You nodded, glad to understand what he meant by that. Yet, you swore, that as he finally dropped his hand, exposing your skin to the bitter air of the dusty library, Jeongin uttered a brief  "I should know." Though you wanted to poke and prod, you opted to just nod and turned with him towards the table, staring at the stack of unread books. 

“Anyways…” you said, breaking the silence, “let’s get started.” Still, you couldn't help but sneak quick looks at Jeongin's face, trying to decide whether or not his nose was longer or shorter than average.

This had to be your least productive and positively worst study session ever. 

"What section do I have to read again?" Jeongin asked.

Oh, thank God he said that. You much preferred harassing him about not paying attention than whatever the hell you just experienced.

"I told you," you sighed, flipping open his book and pointing at the contents. "These sections! 2 to 4! Please! Start!"

"But what if I get borreedddddd?" Jeongin groaned. There he was! There’s the annoying Jeongin you know. "I can barely see what you pointed at anyways! Can’t you just help me out?"

"Ohmygod," you muttered, tired but willing to do anything if it meant he shut up and study. "If I were to help you for a bit, do you swear to properly study and leave me alone after?"

"Pinky promise!" He smiled gleefully and stuck out his extended, large pinky finger. After staring blankly at the digit, you linked your smaller pinky around his and slung your head in defeat.

"Okay," you muttered. "Let's begin."

For a bit, this plan worked perfectly. After only 20 minutes, you read through section 2 together and helped point out the more important parts of the text. The 20 minutes were difficult, however. Being this close to him, being able to smell his cologne—which was nice and smelled expensive, contrasting his scruffiness—and brushed shoulders with him was almost too much. Wow. You really were touched starved. Nevertheless, your own lameness was virtually undetectable to you. You were more focused on how well Jeongin retained the information and how neat his words were. You guessed that his utter stupidity was most likely due to his inability to focus, which was still a struggle even as you helped him. Nevertheless, as you began section 3 and were about to return to your own work, you knew that he had already come a long—

"HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN DOING THIS?" Jeongin cried.

Ah. There he is.

"Just a little more, Jeongin, okay? Please, just be bearable. I have my own work to do," you whined, stomping your feet from exhaustion. Even when he was trying to be polite, he still knew how to get on every one of your nerves.

"Can you please just keep helping me? Just this section and then I swear you can get back to your work?" He pouted. Was... was giving you puppy dog eyes?

You sighed. Again, defeated.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, "let's start here—"

"Y/n?" He interrupted. You rolled your eyes.

"Yes?" He let your snark reply hang before smirking.

"Come closer," he nudged playfully with a smile you would almost consider flirtatious if you hadn't been constantly reminded about his disobedient behaviour for the past hour.

"Why?" You asked genuinely.

"You're squinting! You said don't read with your glasses on but it's straining your eyes! Just..." he thought for a moment, glancing around. "Ugh, whatever! Here—"

Unexpectedly, his hands found their way around your body, slinking under your legs and around your back, sliding under your thighs and brushing the exposed skin.

"Jeongin! I can just put my glasses on—" you blabbered out nervously as he continued to lift you.

"Just come here, fuck!" He shot back, finally raising you from your chair and sliding you onto his lap.

"Jeongin!" You yelped.

Normally, anytime someone picked you up made you want to scream. This, however, this made you want to die.

As if by some magical swiftness, you had now found yourself sitting on Jeongin. Well, not on him. Just between his legs. His long legs were spread out, your thick thighs barely fitting onto the chair as he caged you. And he hadn't remembered to tuck your skirt in when you sat down, so now it splayed open. It had ridden up, exposing everything but your white cotton panties, and was surely flipped onto Jeongin's pants at the back. You just prayed he couldn't see anything. However, he probably couldn't considering how close he was. Worst of all, he kept you close by resting his hands on your hips, making sure you sat still. The pads of his long fingers held your tummy softly, dipping into the fat as his thumbs rubbed slowly up your lower back.

You swore you had never felt so warm in your life. As you broke out in a sweat, you feared that his wolfishly big hands were paired with a keen sense of smell.

"There!" He giggled, resting his chin on your shoulder and leaning his head against yours, studying the book with intentness that starkly contrasted the intimacy of how he held you. "Now you can see well!"

You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to find something to say. Though his completely nonchalant demeanour was to be expected, you were still shocked but the literal position you were in. Not to mention the way his thumbs slowly drew circles on you while his hands shifted to hold your stomach. Your stomach for godsakes. How does he know exactly where to hold you to make you feel so secure and so goddamn embarrassed at the same time?! You pressed your thighs tightly together, trying to smother the weird feeling building between them that you tried so desperately to avoid. While you squished them your legs, your thighs were simultaneously crushed on either side by Jeongin's own, which were incredibly muscular: a feature you had never noticed until you were stuck between them.

"How..." you asked, "How did you do that? Aren't I heavy?"

"Am I complaining?" He asked back, a smirk in his voice. He wrapped his arms around your waist now, tugging you closer and pressing his chest fully into your back. "If you were ‘too heavy’, you wouldn't be sitting here right now, hm?”

"I-I suppose..." You start, not knowing what to say next.

"Now," he sighed with an air of exaggerated contentment, "if you want to finish this project sOooOOoo bad, then help me study!" God, how could he have you in the palm of his hand— literally— and still manage to pester you?!

"O-okay," you stuttered unsurely. "Well, let's start here and—"

"Mhm," Jeongin hummed, still massaging your fupa lightly and pressing his chest firmly against your back. You tried to burn a hole into the bookk—a feeble attempt at trying to distract yourself.

"A-as you can see," you coughed, "this section is more about analyzing the um..."—one of his hands started to rub lower—"the events t-talked about in the previous section a-and"—the other starts moving up, ghosting over your chest and playing with the top button of your shirt, leaving your tie untouched despite how you desperately wanted to loosen it—"t-trying to c-contextualize the previous section and… p-provide some background and… umm…."

"Gosh, y/n," Jeongin chuckled as his fingers rubbed the column of buttons, "I thought you were such a good student, but you seem so distracted. It's funny really."

Maybe he’s just distracted, you tell yourself, trying to reason what in the hell was going on. After all, he can barely sit still in class and often toyed with loose hems or drew on the margins of his papers. Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable to assume that he was just doing the same now: toying with your uniform as a means of distraction. He always played with you anyways, so it was safe to assume that it was some attention deficit that caused him to trifle with you. That's all it was. Or, at least, you prayed that would be the truth. As his hand fiddled with your skirt’s hemline and the other began loosening your tie, you were just hoping that this was all some absent-minded game for him. If that were the truth, then hopefully this dreadful pressure from between your thighs would disappear. It was building with every second and your panties were now so tight, so straggling, and so wet, latching onto your folds and aiding in your growing shyness.

"J-Jeongin," you began, "c-can you—"

"Innie, please, y/n," he teased in a low voice against your ear. "To you, it's Innie." Though you wanted to scream at him for uttering that petname again, you decided to push your pride aside. You needed him to stop, and you needed to utilize every tool in your arsenal to do so.

"I-innie," you stuttered out, shivering from the warmth that lingered on your ear from his breathy voice. "Can you please stop... you know... t-touching me?"

Again, Jeongin laughed. But, this time, it was drier, with less playfulness behind it and less mercy.

"Aw, y/n," he whispered into your ear, causing you to squirm a little, "I thought we were just having fun. Are you really getting all worked up over a few little touches? I thought you would like it more, you know, considering it's my big hands doing it." His last words were strongly enunciated by his hand tugging on your tie to gain access to your collar buttons. He started to play with them as you huffed, undoing them teasingly.

You were fuming at his words, knowing that: 1) he was just doing this because—at his core—Jeongin was just a fucking asshole, and 2) he was, sadly, correct. Still, you were determined to not let him know that he was right. Knowing him in the way you do, you couldn't let him take this victory

"I-is that really what this is about? Are you really hanging on to that! I had a lapse of judgment f-for one second and—" another button was undone and he began working on the next. After this next button, your bra chest would be exposed. It was only covered by an ill-fitting bra and you silently cursed your frugal self for not investing in better undergarments. Still, you continued. You had to. "I-I just fucking hate that you'd bring it up again! You just love to make fun of me d-don't you?! God, Jeongin, it is so typical of you to t-tease me like this and—Ah!" 

The sound of clattering buttons across mahogany and the sudden exposure to air frightened you. Jeongin, however, didn't seem to mind.

"I told you," he stated in a voice you had never heard him use before. "It's 'Innie'. Yes?"

Clearly, he had gotten sick and tired of you talking. He just wanted you to finally be quiet, much like how you wanted him to do the same. To accomplish this, his hands found the opening of your shirt and ripped the fabric open, scattering the last of your buttons, ruffling your shirt, and exposing your chest to him. In exposing you, Jeongin gained the upper hand. It was obvious that all pride, all power you had disappeared. However, his action had also done something else: the sensation you tried so desperately to conceal was making you hopelessly needy. You unconsciously began to twist your hips, rubbing your thighs together in hopes of eliminating the feeling.

The book in front of you was long forgotten.

"Yes..." you replied back in a small voice. "Yes, Innie. S-sorry." You could almost feel Jeongin smile behind you, but, if you truly could, you didn't notice due to his hands returning to their place on your collarbone and stomach. His fingers now languidly traced your clavicle while the other massaged your tummy, fingertips slowly digging into your skirt and pulling out the parts of your shirt that were still tucked in. 

"What a good baby," he chuckled, paying no mind to the nickname, though it made you redder than blood. "So fucking horny and no way to ask it. Such a fucking pervert. I bet you wanted this, didn’t you? You're even rutting back into me. Trying to get me worked up, hm?"

"No," you gasped with deep embarrassment, "never!"

"Tut tut, y/n," he tsked. "I know you're up to something."

"If anyone is up to something, it's you!" You protested. Your exclamations only made Jeongin laugh.

"Now, now," he giggled, "you wouldn't want anyone—say, a janitor or a lingering teacher—to hear us and come in? Wouldn't it be bad to see their star pupil being fondled by the school delinquent? Wouldn’t it be bad for them to notice that you liked it?"

Fuck. He knew how to shut you up. You turned your head to catch his gaze, shame and that peculiar feeling spreading all over your body into a delightful mix that only exacerbated your guilt. He knew he had you.

"That's what I thought," he laughed. "Now—"

Quickly, his hands moved toward your chest, dragged your bra down, and began to pinch your nipples, massaging your breasts and causing you to moan. Your hips increased their shallow rolls in an attempt to alleviate the pain. As you did, you felt what you could only suspect to be Jeongin's growing erection pressing into your ass. He definitely hiked up your skirt sometime before and was enjoying the sight of his clothed cock rubbing against your panty-clad behind.

"Innie! W-what are you—?"

"Oh, baby," he laughed and he rolled your buds between his fingers, making you whimper, "You say I'm distracting you from studying, but now your acting like such a little slut from only a few touches. You're so sensitive. I swear, you could be a virgin, hm?"

You dared not respond, only offering him a shy look as he continued to rub your chest.

"Oh," he giggled, "oh, of course you are. My sweet little goody-two-shoes hasn't had anyone touch her pussy yet, hm? My little virgin baby, yeah?"

"P-pussy?" you repeated, knowing that the word was dirty from the way it left a delictable taste in your mouth.

Jeongin mused, "My my, you are inexperienced." He let out a laugh that brought tears to your eyes, though it wouldn't be the first time he had made you cry. You were so frustrated and felt so strange and your panties were so wet and surely see-through and fuck! While your mind raged. Jeongin let one of his hands slip down your body and down your stomach, moving his other hand to grope the tit it had abandoned.

"Your pussy," Jeongin continued, ignoring your squirms and internal war, "is this right here."

Everything clicked as his fingers rubbed the damp white cotton into your pussy, rubbing up and down your folds with his middle and ring finger, slowly stopping to rub your clit and make your head spin. You glanced down, noticing how large his digits were and wondered how much he could stuff inside of you.

"Such an innocent fuck toy, never been used," he rambled, tongue licking the conch of your ear and making you whimper.

"J-Jeongin—I mean, Innie," you corrected. You could tell he was pleased by the way he hummed into your ears while he nibbled on the lobe, an action that should not make you want to moan as much as it should. "P-please stop touching me, it isn't appropriate.”

"But I thought I was helping you study, y/n," he pouted in a pouty tone, fingers never ceasing their motions. "Isn't this keeping me distracted? Isn't this helping you study? I need something to fiddle with, and you’re the perfect fucking stress toy for me." A particularly harsh rub into your panties and a tight grasp on your chest made you yelp. "Aren't you liking this, y/n? Liking me touching your soaking cunt? Fuck, you even soaked through your panties, how pathetic. " He spoke humorously through gritted teeth. He returned to slowly groping you, kissing down your neck loudly and rubbing his erection into your backside. You felt like you were going to explode. 

"You are, aren’t you?" he panted as he rocked back and forth into you, drooling down your neck. "I thought you were a better student than this. I thought you were such a good girl who was put off by teasing. What did you call me again? A bully?" He said the word with joking vehemence; teasingly but backed by a viciousness that made you crumble. "Would a bully do nothing but defend you for four years? Would a bully beat up any fucking nerd who insulted your intelligence? Would a bully praise you and call you pretty only to be given the cold shoulder just ‘cause you didn’t believe it? Fuck, I wonder what the school board would think if they saw you like this, being fondled by a fucking bully." His words turned to mush in your head, your brain frenzying at his confession and his touches. 

"Jeongin, please, I didn’t know! P-please, I just thought you didn’t l-like me, Jeongin. I thought you were m-mean and—ah!"

Your pleas were cut short as Jeongin stood up and shoved you forward, bending you over the table as his chair loudly scraped. He ripped—literally, ripped off your shirt at the seams, the sound filling the room along with your cries, with your bra being pulled off next. You were left in nothing but your shirt and tie: Jeongin wanted you to be at least a little dressed up for him when he claimed you. He grabbed your hair by the root and pulled your head up, making you release a sound that was a mixture of a cry and moan. The pain was unbearable, but the suffering mostly came from the absence of Jeongin's hands on you. At this point, you had realized that this feeling was some disgusting, perverted form of horniness directed at a man you hated. It made you feel dirty and desperate. But, most importantly, it made you feel in dire need of relief.

"I told you, y/n," Jeongin growled in that angry voice which didn't suit your impression of him, "that isn't my name." He released your hair and let your head fall to the table.

"I'm—I'm sorry," you begged as he moved the discarded books out from under you and threw them off the table. "P-please don't do anything mean!"

Funny. It was really funny to see you beg for him. It made him chuckle dryly before he hung himself over your back, once again pressing his chest into you—which you could feel was bare, meaning he must’ve removed it in the midst of things, leaving him in only his sweats.

"Oh, my innocent little baby," Jeongin panted into your ear, "you will be sorry." Jeongin's playful and perverted voice was matched by his hands slowly tugging down your panties, an action that caused you to chant a mantra of "no's" as your pussy was exposed to the cold air. Eventually, he had gotten impatient and tore the fabric up, an act that made tears fall from your eyes.

"Aw, don't worry, y/n," Jeongin humoured after seeing your lip tremble when he returned on top of you, caging you in and rubbing his clothed cock into your exposed cunt. "I'll take such good care of you after you learn a little lesson, yeah? Don't you just love to learn knew things, you fucking inexperienced little know-it-all?" You squirmed under him, begging for more and praying that he would give it to you. Yet, it seemed that patience offered itself to Jeongin when it pleased, and now he seemed to have all the time in the world.

Slowly, he rose his body from yours and rested his hands on your ass, rubbing the flimsy skirt and toying with your fat.

"Such a dumb fucking little virgin," he groaned as he let your pussy dampen the front of his sweats, pressing his throbbing dick into your needy cunt and making you whine. "Needs to learn a lesson."

Swiftly, his hand pulled away and slapped your ass.

"Innie!" You cried from the feeling, tears continuing to fall as his hand reached up and spanked you again, filling the library with lewd sounds to accompany your moans and his grunts.

"Say my fucking name again," he whispered with venom as he continued to spank you, enjoying how your ass reddened with each hit.

"Innie, Innie! Please stop!" You sobbed, making him laugh.

"Just—a few—more," he stated, marking every few words with a repeated spank. His other hand toyed with your ass, enjoying the softness and how your untouched flesh contrasted the growing blush on the other cheek.

"Y-yes—fuck! Yes, Innie!" You whimpered.

"God, such a fast learner," he grunted, continuing. "Aren't I helping you study, now? What if I helped you study every day, yeah? Licked your little cunt every time you got an answer right and then spanked you when you get one wrong? Maybe that'll help with your studying. Do you want a study buddy, y/n? Hm? Do you?"

"Yes, fuck I do!" You sniffled in defeat. "Only Innie, only Innie can teach me. Please!"

Finally, after a loud and particularly harsh spank from Jeongin accompanied by a satisfied grunt, he decided that your study session was over. He settled his large hand on your ass and rubbed the scarlet skin to try and coax you back down. Your back rose and fell while your knees buckled from the torture he had just put you through. You let out a sharp hiss and every time Jeongin's hand lovingly fondled the abused flesh. Jeongin, however, was beyond elated and relished your pain. In another demonstration of his strength, he flipped your body over like a ragdoll and pushed you onto the table so your legs hung over the edge. He then slotted himself between his legs and greeted your puffy face with a broad grin.

"Such a good little student for Innie," he teased. Pushing into you further, he let his cock press against your soaking cunt and further drench his sweatpants in your juices. The warmth of your bares chests pressing together made you smile while the squish of your breasts made Jeongin rejoice in being able to indulge in the plumpness of your body. He placed a layer of kisses from your forehead down your face, licking away your tears and shushing your sniffles.

"Did I do good?" You sniffled. Jeongin held his body over yours, blocking the light above with his broad, bare shoulders. He looked down at you with a mixture of emotions behind his eyes which were hard to discern, but were surely good-natured, regardless of his previous actions.

"Of course, y/n," he hummed, "so good." He let his hands roam up and down your bare thighs to reassure you, coaxing a smile out of you.

"Really?" You asked with a lightness you didn't expect as you reached up to cradle his face

"Absolutely," he chuckled while only moving to lay his hand over yours. He leaned down again and resumed his trail of kisses down your neck towards your chest. Your hands helped pull him down to you. You played with his thick locks before trailing your fingers down his back muscles. 

"Such—a—smart—and—pretty—girl,” Jeongin cooed between every kiss to your chest. Each kiss between his words only increased your sense of pride and the neediness between your legs. The feelings only worsened when Jeongin finally attached his mouth to your nipple while he groped the other, suckling on you with a ferocity you didn't expect.

"F-fuck," you mewled as spit trickled down your chest.

"Are you ready to continue our lesson?" Jeongin asked while moving to suck on your other breast. 

"Yes, Innie" you purred as you arched your back to meet his mouth. “Always ready for you.”

He chuckled and continued to satisfy you a bit longer, caught up in your moans and almost forgetting the pain of his erection as it desperately kneaded your cunt. Despite your small protests, he finally pulled himself away. Smiling at your pouty expression, he sauntered backward and stared at your limp body before speaking. 

"Stand up."

It was embarrassing how fast you rose to the ground. You were only focused on following his orders, obeying him, needing more and fearing that you would get nothing if you were disobedient. You barely even noticed how naked you were until you felt the cool air meet your spit-covered tits. Yet, when you moved to cover yourself, you stopped when Jeongin gave a look that said “I am not afraid to bend you over my lap and spank you again.” He smiled when you let your arms drop to your sides.

"She's such a good girl," he muttered aloud, reaching out to pull you forward by your tie. Your eyes were only on him and his sweat-covered chest and dishevelled hair and raw lips that kissed your body so perfectly.

He let his thumb slide up your jaw as he tugged you to him, hand sliding up your cheek and holding your face before tilting your head up. Then, as if the punishment didn’t happen, as if this annoying study session didn’t happen, as if these past four years were just a fever dream that you had finally awakened from, he leaned down and captured your lips in his. He kissed you—truly kissed you—for the first time, but, surely, hopefully not the last time.

When he finally broke away, he studied your soft eyes and offered a small kiss to your forehead, as if he were sealing you as his and promising that "Yes, I am sorry for the way things were. I'm sorry that what began as meaningless teasing just for fun turned into a fucked up crush. I am sorry that I haven't told you until now. I'm sorry that I'm such a fucking perverted loser that I couldn't just tell the beautiful girl that I had a crush on for four years that I liked her. I'm sorry that it took four years just to kiss you. I’m sorry I kissed you under such circumstances. Just know that I want you. I want you, so deeply and so passionately, so please just drop to your knees and fucking suck my cock and let me kiss you and fuck you and hold you and let me be yours and you mine." Instead of speaking the words he wished, he simply changed his stare and licked his lips, catching the lingering taste of you on them.

"Wanna learn something new?" He asked rhetorically, thumb gliding on your lower lip. You didn't even respond to him. Not a nod or a hum. You simply just allowed your mouth to open and have his thumb slip in, immediately rubbing the digit with your tongue and soaking it in spit. You didn’t want to respond or even acknowledge the act, not when you waited four goddamn years to suck his fingers. 

"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" Jeongin mused. "I think you can assume what I want you to do." In response, you just gave your head a slight shake, still warming his thumb with your tongue.

"Really?" He asked in a mocking voice that made you wildly embarrassed and red. "You really are just a dumb little toy waiting to be used. Such an eager baby that wants to learn, yeah?" This time, you gave him a slight nod. Your hand traced his abs and stroked each line, unsure of what to do but unable to remain still.

"Okay then. Guess I’ll have to give my baby step-by-step instructions, yeah?" he sighed. "Get on your knees."

Needless to say, you were shocked by the request. Though you were glass-eyed at this moment and almost choking on just the length of his thumb alone, you still had a working mind; one that was not distracted by Jeongin's eagerness pressing into your lower abdomen or how he looked at you or how much he wanted you or how fucking good his chest felt or how he shivered when your hand traced over his nipples. Despite all of this, you still had a conscience, and it told you to leave. It told you that this was an embarrassing turn of events that could only end badly and that you should run away, leaving him with his cock still hard and unsatisfied, then report him to the principal for bullying or public indecency or something! You knew that you should go.

Instead, you simply sank to your knees. You still suckled on Jeongin's thumb while he shakily exhaled a chorus of "you're such a good girl, such a good student, so smart, so sweet, so soft". Your hands trickled down his abs before rubbing the soft fabric of his sweatpants that you wanted so desperately to be removed. They hung off him proudly and lowly, kept up only by a measly tied knot and displaying his adonis belt that drew your eye line downwards. When you finally settled on your knees, your fingers and eyes traced down these lines and fiddled with the top of his sweatpants. Your fingers then traced lower until your hand palmed his heavy erection, unsure of what to do as you massaged the length. He was so stiff and long and big and—

Oh. He was big. Even in your inexperience, you knew it. It must have been a good few inches above average. You gulped at his size, in awe of his length that he was done so well to hide. 

"Remember what you said earlier?" He asked, removing his thumb from your pop mouth so he could cup your jaw. He tried to tilt your head up, but it was too difficult with your eyes fixated on the heavy, large bulge that protruded from his pants.

"C'mon baby, remember what you said? Use your big girl memory and tell me," he cooed. Your hands rubbed up and down his thighs while your hips rutted against nothing, the pressure between them building exponentially due to neglect. He tilted your head again, meeting your big doe eyes and forcing your focus away from his strained hard-on.

"Innie," you choked out, fingers teasing the hem of his pants. "Hands... so big... so you must be..." He let you trail off and allowed your faze to return to his pants as they transfixed on the prominent outline of his cock and the stain on the fabric right at his tip.

"That stupid fucking theory about noses being indicators of size," he continued with a smile on his face, "is just that: a stupid fucking theory."

As if answering your prayers, he used his spare hand to slip the knot off. Then, with a small tug, he slowly lowered his pants enough, just enough to let his cock slip out. In turn, you were blessed with the picture-perfect image of his cock.

"Don't I prove that what you say about big hands is true, y/n?"

You just gave him a dumb nod, too needy to formulate proper words. However, he didn't need you to speak: he knew he was correct.

You always had a thing for his hands, but they were nothing compared to his cock. But together, when his large hands held his immaculately big, veiny, pulsing dick made your mouth water and dribble fall down your lips. His tip was red and leaking precum, begging to be touched or fucked or given some goddamn attention. He offered himself a few pumps, hissing as his heavy erection dripped fluids that you tried to catch desperately on your tongue. It wasn't enough. You needed more.

"Innie," you mewled, catching his attention. 

"Y/n," he gasped as he stared down at your teary-eyed expression that was so cute and obviously needed to be rewarded.

"Please," you mumbled with embarrassment, "teach me." Your hand then went overtop of his and tightened around it, subsequently tightening the grip on his dick and making him moan a little louder than what he was comfortable with.

"Y/n, f-fuck," he whimpered as he pinched his eyes. With your eyes still transfixed on his hot tip, you pulled his hand off his cock and allowed both of your hands to hold him, heat radiating off of his length and precum coating your hands until they were glossy. You pumped it slowly, just as he did, mimicking the motion and unknowingly teasing him more than he would like.

"B-baby, please just suck it," he panted. You glanced up at him again and felt the drool pooling out of your mouth and collecting on your tongue. Then, with great hesitation, you pressed your tongue against him and licked up his slit, causing Jeongin to release a shaky grown that was soaked in pleasure.

"J-just like that—fuck!"

Your hands kept a steady pace while stuck your tongue out, giving him persistent and repeated licks. Each time you re-coated his cockhead in slobber and coaxed more profanities out of him. Still, you maintained a steady pace and dared not to increase your speed. You wanted to hear him beg and cry and whine like this forever.

"Fuck, y/n, take more of it in your mouth," he begged as his hands rested on your head and tangled in your hair. Yet, due to your dumb state and how good he sounded, you struggled to obey him

"Oh, right," he panted out, "you need to be shown how to do everything. My baby is just a little dumb student who needs to be taught. She needs to learn how to suck Innie’s cock like a good girl, right Y/n?" You simply hummed in response, continuing to pump and milk him. Jeognin’s hand found stability on the back of your head and balled your hair once again. The pull made you moan and the strain burned just as delectable as it did before.

"Now, open your mouth wide," he chuckled. You obeyed him like the dumb fucking slut you were and allowed your jaw to go slack, still rubbing your tongue on the underside of his tip and making him swallow back a moan.

"Good," he praised in a strained voice. "Now, take it." Suddenly, he pushed your head forward and forced your mouth to take his cock, gagging on his girth and soaking him in warmth. The intrusion made you hum loudly and for you to tighten your grip on his pulsing length Jeongin, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to your teary-eyed gags and continued to shove himself into you, inch by inch.

"G-good job," he whimpered in a low voice that he hoped he couldn't hear, "so warm." Though you could barely breathe and your mind was shocked by the act, you still felt yourself dripping onto the hardwood floor below you. Despite your confusion, your tongue and hands seemed to know what to do. As you gagged on him, the wet muscle rubbed up and down on any part of his cock it could reach while your hands pumped what your throat couldn't take.

"J-just like that," Jeongin hummed. He pulled your head back then and allowed you to take a deep breath in before pushing you down again. Shallow thrusts allowed him to push deeper into you and fluids to leak from your mouth onto the floor below you. Lewd, wet sound accompanied your gags, making Jeongin beyond elated.

"Y-You're the best student, y/n," he hoarsely whispered. "So smart and you've learned to let me fuck your mouth so easily. Such a fast learner, such a g-good, good girl for her Innie, yeah?" You could do little but hum along.

"Aw, does my baby want to breathe?" He asks through pants, to which you replied with an eager hum. He pulled you off his cock and you immediately gasped for air, hands leaving him to wipe the drool off your face and dry your tears.

"Better?" He asked, a mixture of sincerity and domineering sadism coating his voice.

"Y-yes, Innie," you responded feebly. He smiled at your answer.

"Good." He then changed his expression to a stern look and released your hair, letting you settle on your knees and take a few deep breaths.

"Next step," he began as he lifted his cock up and harshly grabbed your wrist to hold it up yourself. After placing the heavy cock in your hand, Jeongin then grabbed the other hand and forced you to cup his balls, unchanging in his expression or demeanour. He stared into you and you stared into him. He tutted and cooed at your expression which eagerly awaited instruction, begging to know what to do.

"Suck them. Now."

The order was processed in your head and left you spinning. Yet, you immediately obliged. After all, you didn't want to disappoint Jeongin. He thought you were a fast learner and he wanted to train his stupid slut as best he could. If you wanted him to be proud of you, then you had to prove him right. As such, your tongue left quick kitten licks his balls and the underside of his cock. Jeongin, through whines and moans, began to pet your head and encouraged you, s if he was begging instead of trying to dominate you.

"N-now," he stuttered out, "Pump me, fuck my cock with your hand, y/n." Your hand picked up a fast pace that glided over his slick cock and only deepened the desperation in Jeongin's voice.

"Shit.” He gaped at how well you did it, how well you obeyed him. You even began to take control, going back to suck his tip while your hands fondled the parts your mouth couldn't satisfy.

"M-missed the taste of my cock yeah? Missed how my pre-cum tasted on your tongue?" He rambled as you pumped him eagerly and sucked harshly. Sweat dripped down his forehead and a blush spread down his chest from you. He couldn't help but speak when he got like this: he praised everything you did and began to tell you everything he wished to say.

"Oh, y/n, I w-wished you knew why I teased you," he confessed through pants, "I wished you realized how much I like to annoy you, to get your attention, to tease you—mmh, fuck! All my friends know why I do it... every day they ask why I don't just go up to you and tell you why. But I could never seem to." Your mouth parted from his tip, your hand quickly replacing it, so you could properly look at the man who towered over you.

"Why... why didn't you do it, Innie?" you asked, voice still hoarse from when he made you take his cock. 

"Because," he gasped out as he tried to steady himself. "Because... I like to tease you, to make you notice me. I just w-want you to notice me, you sweet thing, and take care of me like you are now. And you know what? I think that—f-fuck—I think you like it when I tease you, too." He was not wrong, and the ruined floor with the clothes and books on it was evidence. But, you also knew that he was right because here you were, sucking his cock and balls and choking on it with the greatest pleasure. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You wanted him to do things to you that you were too embarrassed to think about even in solitude. 

You impatiently returned to his length, each lap of your tongue and stroke of your hand making his moans louder.

"Y/n," he groaned. "Y/n, y/n, y/n—" His voice got quicker as your motions increased in speed and determination. "Fuck d-don't stop, such a good girl! Perfect fucking mouth for me, perfect, so smart, such a tease—god!"

Suddenly, his hand pushed your head and his cock was shoved down your throat, mouth hugging him as his hips made shallow thrusts into you and gags erupted from your stuffed throat.

"Y/n, y/n, baby, y/n, swallow, swallow, please—" his chants were high pitched as he continued to rutt into your mouth, "—so tight so warm, I— I—I can't—hmph!" Jeongin pressed himself into you as far as he could while his hips twitched, causing you to choke but not dare pull away, not now, not when you were doing such a good job. Your mouth—reddened and swore from Jeogin's abuse—now leaked his cum that couldn't be swallowed.

"That—that, I—" Jeongin stammered unintelligibly. Ever the gentleman, Jeongin pulled you off his cock and watched the remaining liquid gush from your mouth. The cum trickled onto your tits and worn tie, making you squirm and for Jeongin to take a shaky breath.

"So, so precious," he muttered through exhausted pants. You stared up at him, coughing from the misuse of your throat and the need for air. Still, you felt strange: needy, unsatisfied, like you needed the same release Jeongin did.

"Innie, I need—"

"Please, rest, baby," he cooed, stroking your hair absent-mindedly as his still-hard cock pathetically dribbled out cum. You licked your lips at the sight: the taste of his juices still lingered on your mouth.

"No, no, I..." You pawed at his hands and gripped his wrists lightly. The act took him out of his trance and look down at you. You were sleeked in sweat and cum, your thighs were pressed together tightly and coated in slick. You bounced with impatience, wanting more and more and not knowing how to ask for it. However, Jeongin may be stupid and a jerk, but even he slowly pieced together what you wanted.

"Y/n, you—"

"Innie," you urged as you started to pull him down towards you. As you pulled him lower, you laid on your back, bringing him down with you. "Innie, please."

"Y/n, you should rest—" Jeongin tried to argue while he sank to his knees and placed his palm on the floor to steady himself.

"No." When he tried to argue again, you placed your mouth on his and pulled him fully on top of you on the library floor. When your lips finally parted, Jeongin stared at you with hopeful eyes.

"Please," you sobbed. You grasped one of his hands and slowly guided it down between your bodies, rutting against it as soon as it was close enough to your cunt. "Innie, please make it go away."

Jeongin smiled. Who was he to say no to you?

His hand immediately found your clit and began rubbing tight circles on it, making you writhe and whimper.

"F-Fuck, it feels so good," you mewled.  Your pussy was gushing from the contact and it only became wetter when Jeongin licked his cum off of your chest. Bite marks and bruised skin were left behind in their stead, eager lips nipping at untouched skin. Though you hated being marked up and worried that it would show, you couldn't protest. Not when it felt this good, not when he was doing it.

Jeongin relished touching you, as well. He rubbed his cock onto your thigh while whimpering into each kiss. It was as if kissing you brought him to life, as if all of those years of teasing and picking on you had been worth it because he could fucking finally express his passion for you in a way that satisfied you both. Ever since he first saw you in the tight, ill-fitting uniform, he knew he wanted to be yours. Soon that feeling developed into the perverted dire need to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you from behind. Now, as he was kissing down your chest, and fingered your perfect, tight hole, he knew he was so close to what he wanted.

"Fuck, I," he gasped out between kisses, "I can't." Unexpectedly, he sat up and fully slotted himself between your legs. Before you could protest, however, you found your knees pressed to your chest, your skirt bunched around your waist, and Jeongin was rubbing his cock through your folds.

"Jeongin!" You yelped.

"J-just the tip," he whined. "Innie is gonna put just the tip in and then he is gonna take such good care of you. He just needs the tip, just a little bit, just needs to feel his precious little baby, just needs the tip just—hmph! Fuck! Y/n, baby, t-take it."

Even if it was just his tip, you knew you were too tight for him. Just his cockhead alone was stretching you out. But, the pain, just like how he pulled your hair or spanked your ass or choked you, was amazing. Though you protested, it was all just for show: to rile him up or to maintain some semblance of propriety. Truly, you never wanted him to stop.

"I-Innie! It's too big! I can't— I can't it's too big— fuck!" You stammered as continued to push himself into you, filling you with more than he had promised. Your voice made him whine and push his face into the nape of your neck. Immediately, he began to nip and kiss your neck in a feeble attempt to control himself. Yet, as he plugged you, he knew that he couldn't resist. You just felt too good, too sweet, too soft, too warm, too wet, and too perfect to just put his tip in. With every shaky breath, he tried to control himself, but he just couldn't. After only a few seconds, he began to stuff you full.

"Innie! What are you—"

"It's j-just the tip, just a little more." His muffled stutters vibrated against your skin, "I just n-need you, just need my g-good little baby to fuck this cock and be good for Innie and take what I give her. Let me fuck your perfect cunt and fill your pussy with my cum. You'd like that, to be filled with my c-cum?" Jeongin was almost fully inside of you and viciously rubbed your clit with every centimetre. You had never felt so full in your life.

"C-cum, Innie's cum?" You repeated naively.

"Yeah, just my cum. Only mine, only Innie's. You're m-mine, just mine only I get to fill this with my cum. Yeah?" He rose and looked down at you, lips ghosting over yours. As he stared down at you, it was hard to pinpoint what he felt. Sure, there was the deliciousness of corrupting your naivety, being the first one to fuck your cunt, and how every inch that entered you made you moan louder and with more desperation. However, at that moment, as he glanced down into your eyes which were always so sweet, he was overcome by the dire need to protect you. He wanted nothing more than to love you and have you as his, more than he'd ever wanted before. His cock eased into you, your breasts were covered in his slobber, you had swallowed his cum, his dick was twitching from overstimulation, and all he could think of was how lovely you looked.

"Yes," you sniffled, "only for you, Jeongin, my Innie."

"Oh, y/n," he panted. His lips captured yours and kissed them softly, contrasting the quick friction against your clit and the stretch of your cunt accommodating his cock.

Then he pushed himself into you, impatience getting the best of him.

"Fuck!" You both whined at the same time: Jeongin from the feeling of your tight cunt hugging him so well, and you from how you were filled to the brim with him. His hands moved to your inner thighs, spreading them to allow himself to rest between them and hug his waist. He eagerly gripped the soft flesh to try and control himself. Softly, his thumbs rubbed your skin and he let out strained moans. Your eyes were pinched shut and, with your legs free, you wrapped them around his torso and pulled him into you. As you did, he pushed a little deeper, only a little, but you rejoiced in the sensation. You feared that if pulled out of you, you would crumble. It was all too much too soon, too fast and too good to let it end too quickly. Clawing at his back with tears streaming down your cheeks, each breath brought you closer to him.

"It's too much... Innie I-I can't I—"

"Please, please, y/n." The desperation in his voice made your eyes open and stare at him. His face had reburied in your chest and it took everything in him to look up at you. As soon as you saw the look on his face, you knew that it was too much for him too.

"Let me make you f-feel good," he panted as he pressed his forehead into yours, "j-just a little, just take it, p-please." He didn't wait for your response as he pulled out a little, clamping his eyes shut from the feeling of dragging his cock out of you and hissing to refrain from immediately pounding back into you.

"Shit, it f-feels so good," you sniffled as he eased back in.

"Yeah? I told you. S-such a d-dumb baby, so dumb for my cock." His voice made you whine and your hands go up to knot themselves in his hair, pulling it slowly as his hips found a peaceful rhythm that contradicted the merciless lust it made you feel.

"So dumb," you mindlessly repeated, "such a s-stupid fucking baby for Innie." Your words hitched as he made a particularly harsh thrust into you. 

"Innie,” you asked in a small voice, “d-do you like it when I say that?"

Jeongin panted, trying to control himself, "Y/n, I—"

"You like to know I'm dumb, yeah? My stupid little pussy n-not know how to handle your big, veiny fucking c-cock?"

"Fuck, please, don't edge me," he strained through gritted teeth and with fingers dinging harshly into your thighs.

"T-teach me, teach me to how to fuck your cock." 

He didn't intend to pick up the pace as quickly as he did. Nor did he mean to make his thrusts so harsh with such a lack of control that you moaned with each push and pull of his heavy dick. But, when it came to you, he couldn't control himself.

"I'm—gonna—fill—you—with—my—cum," he growled as he pistoned into you. His hands moved to your outer thighs, occasionally spanking them and enjoying each jiggle of fat with every thrust into you.

"Fuck, slow—please s-slow down," you sobbed as your tits dragged across his chest, your overly sensitive nipples. Jeongin, however, just chuckled, his laughs dying out quickly as they were replaced by quick breaths. His eyes became dark again and his grip on you tightened, sweat mixing with your own as precum made a white ring around his cock.

"Just know that it's gonna spill out of you, that I'm g-gonna fill you up every day and keep you stuffed with it," he whimpered as his hips rolled faster, making his eyes pinch shut. "So warm inside of you, leaking out and just waiting for me to stuff it all back in and cum again and again and again and again."

"Innie, it's too much, " you responded dumbly. Jeongin didn't care. He just loved to hear his petname come out in little whimpers. His eyes opened again slowly, taking you in. Fuck, you looked so cute and fucked out, so close yet still begging for more.

"What's my name? Say it," he demanded with a stern glare.

"I-Innie..."

"Say it again—fuck, say it again, baby," he gasped.

"Innie!" You responded on command, like a dog being asked to bark.

"F-fuck, please, y/n, one more time just once more please!" He panted as his cock dragged and drove into you at an unforgiven pace.

"Innie, Innie fuck me, please baby, Innie, fuck!" You whimpered

"Fuck, it makes you blush. Getting all embarrassed and flustered... I make you blush, huh? My pretty baby, my innocent y/n, so cute—shit!" Jeongin's voice suddenly caught in his throat as he felt you tighten around him. While his veiny cock pulsed with each thrust, your warm cunt throbbed as you felt that strange feeling build and build inside of you. One of his hands moved back to your neglected clit and started to circle it quickly, making you pant like the needy bitch you were.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—ah! Y/n, baby, s-stop clenching or I'll—I'll—"

"Innie," you sniffled softly, your voice soaked in desperation. "P-please, make me cum. P-please, for me? Please!" You couldn't believe the words that left your mouth. Neither did Jeongin.

"Y/n, I'm—fuck—I'm gonna—" his thrusts became sloppy and your jaw went slack as you felt lust building to an inordinate degree.

"I'm gonna— Innie— fuck!"

"Y/n, my baby, my sweet b-baby I— cum, cum!"

"Innie!"

Your cunt began to pulsate and your back arched. The feeling was unimaginable, like nothing you could ever describe. It came over you quickly and suddenly, in a tremendous wave that you wish would last forever. Jeongin, in a brief moment of clarity, pulled out of you and rubbed his soaking cock quickly, letting out occasional and short grunts as he fucked his hand. Then, his hips stilled and cum began to spill out of his tip, coating your stomach and cunt in his cum. Yet, you hardly noticed: you were too-fucked out to care.

Riding your orgasm, you sank to the floor and Jeongin collapsed on top of you. Both of you took deep breaths and he dropped his head against yours, eyes shut in ecstasy. His hands lazily dragged up your body before resting on your face. He pet the sides of your jaw and drew your eyes open to meet his. Seeing your eyes was like seeing a home dock in a storm. He pressed his lips into yours and stole your breath away again.

The kiss—unlike the moments leading up to it—was slow, soft. It took its time and ended only when you two were satisfied. After being brought down to reality, Jeongin pulled away and brushed some hair out of your face.

"Y/n," he softly said.

"Jeongin, Innie," you said back, twirling with his sweaty locks and massaging the nape of his neck.

"We..." he panted out before taking a look around, "We gotta clean this place up and get the fuck out of here."

You stared at him in awe before cracking a smile.

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You felt weird walking in with Jeongin and his gang on Tuesday. Gang? Maybe like "gaggle of friends that constantly annoy you but you are now stuck with and quickly learning to love." Needless to say, it felt like all eyes were on you. Actually, it was true. Teachers, students, faculty, everyone: no one could believe that the top student was now walking hand-in-hand with someone who held the reputation for being the school's worst student.

Despite being an outspoken and confirmed hater of Yang Jeongin, here you were: walking in next to him, with his arm slung around you, and blushing at his cute jokes. God, when did Jeongin become cute?! What a horrid thing to think, let alone believe. Yet, you knew it. He was cute. And now, the whole school knew that you thought so. Or, at least, that's what your giggles insinuated.

Maybe you always thought he was cute and now you allowed yourself to believe it, like those intrusive thoughts were actually right all along, and, yes, you did actually think he was incredibly sweet and handsome, and likely the best boyfriend. It's only been four days but he already has promised to walk you to and from school every day and has dates pre-planned with you up until graduation. He hasn't told you about the latter part yet, but he will soon enough. He just needs to wait until you're a little more comfortable with him before he confesses how much he absolutely adores you.

Being an "it" couple was not on your goal list for high school. Come to think of it, being stared at when you walk with your boyfriend and losing your virginity to him a mere four days before in the school library was not on the list either. Oh, how plans change. Somehow, however, you didn't mind the stares. Though most were shocked at how Jeongin had bagged the school's nerdiest (and hottest) girl, how that girl—who hated the man—now gleamed at him with adoration, and how they ever managed to get together in the first place, the most shocking element was the fact that your uniform was not up to code. Every day for the past few years, you were a picture-perfect student with pressed dress shirts, even ties, and cleanly pleated skirts. Now, your tie was loose and you were even wearing a hoodie—fuck, his, hoodie?! Jesus.

As you walked to class, you couldn't care less. Jeongin escorted you to first period, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek and almost smiling at how cute you looked all wrapped in his hoodie. Your fellow students—hell, even the teacher—seemed bewildered by the interaction.

You, however, barely acknowledged them. You just noticed the man in front of you in a light that was so starkly different from the past four years.

"Got everything, yeah?" He said with a straight face.

"Yes, Innie," you smiled, making him glance away.

"I told you—" he started in a voice that was a little too loud, making him dart around to see if anyone was looking his way. And, of course, everyone was looking at you two because how could they not? The eyes on him made him uneasy, but when he turned back to you, all those uncomfortable feelings disappeared into nothing. He licked his lips anxiously and leaned in, adopting a hushed voice to try and retain a morsel of privacy. "I told you not to call me that in public, baby," he blubbered, "it ruins my image. Please, baby."

God, was he blushing? Fuck, he was perfect.

"Okay, Innie," you teased, making him ever redder. You stressed his nickname and relished in his embarrassed demeanour.

Huh. Maybe Jeongin had been right all along: teasing was fun, especially if it was done on the person you liked the most.

"Promise me you'll go to class, okay? I'll see you in last period, then we'll keep working on the project," you said.

"Ugghhghhhhh.." he groaned with a long-winded exasperation. "UGH... Okay."

"Great!" You smiled mischievously, "And we'll actually have to work on it. Unlike all those other times we... 'worked on the project' together this weekend."

"Y/n." His blush grew from his ears down his neck, still unable to make eye contact with you. You'd think that years of teasing you made him impervious to sly remarks, but when they're coming from you, well that's a different story.

"Why are you acting like this?! It was your fault in the first place!" You huffed with an air of playfulness. "I just wanna remind you that we won't be alone in the library this time!"

"Just... g-get to class, okay?" He stuttered, "I'll see you later, baby."  Extending his hand out in a half-heart shape, you completed it with a giggle, adoring how small your hands were compared to your boyfriend’s. Then, Jeongin softly wrapped his hand around yours and pulled you in, offering you a kiss to your forehead. When he pulled away, he readjusted your glasses as they had slipped down your nose bridge.

"Perfect," he said with a small voice. With a final giggle from you, he watched you go into class.

Now there was the issue of what to do with his day. Normally, he'd spend first period smoking outside with his friends, wait until second period for the cafeteria to start serving pizza, go to third just to eat, then go to fourth period just to see you.

Now.. fuck. He was actually going to class. He hated how you were already having an effect on his lifestyle, but rejoiced that you operated in a position that dictated his life. If he was to be controlled, he would want you to be the one pulling the strings. Jeongin seemed to see you for who you really were: determined, intelligent, and perfect to coddle. Looking at you even had an effect on him, one that he could now proudly display instead of hiding behind bullying and teasing (not to say he’ll stop teasing you anytime soon).

As he slung himself into his assigned seat for first period, his surprise was mirrored on the teacher's face. God. Despite having only a few days passed since you two got together, you were already changing him to a noticeable degree. Yet, it was for the better. And he smiled knowing that if he was changing, that it was for good and that it was for you.

#jeongin smut #I.n. smut #yang jeongin smut #yang jeong x reader #jeongin x plus size reader #jeongin x y/n #i.n. x reader #stray kids smut #skz smut

[lonelystczennie]

“Can I?”

Felix x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You and Felix’s friendship takes a surprising turn one night when he decides to show you how beautiful he thinks you are.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, reader and Lix are a lil tipsy, mentions of body insecurities, Lix is obsessed with readers chest and stomach, groping, nipple play, titty fucking, not proofread

A/N: I don’t even remember when I wrote this exactly, but it’s been in my drafts too long, so here. This is my first attempt at smut, so I’m sorry if it’s eh(lmk if I should try a part 2?)

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“Alright Lixie, come on, bedtime.” You said, carefully shuffling your friend down the hall to your room.

The two of you had been out to dinner with some friends, Felix having a few more drinks than usual and quickly gaining a rosy tint to his face, asking you if he could stay at your place rather than risk going home on his own, which you’d agreed to without a second thought.

It was something that had become more than a regular occurrence for the both of you over the course of your friendship, crashing at each other places when you were too tired or otherwise inhibited.

Once in your room, you released your hold on him, letting him flop down onto the bed with a giggle.

“Your bed’s always so comfy.” He said, snuggling down happily into the blankets.

“I’m glad you think so.” You grinned, finding his behavior endearing. Felix always had this bright and happy energy, but when he drank it seemed to go into overdrive, any walls and self-consciousness he held coming down.

“G’night lix.” You whispered, smoothing his hair before turning to leave, planning to sleep on the sofa instead, but he quickly sat back up, grabbing for your hands but missed, catching the hem of your shirt instead.

“Noo, stay with me, please?” He whined, looking up at you with sad eyes.

“Lix, you need to sleep.” You said.

“I’d sleep better with you here.” He pouted, making you bite your lip, trying to hide a grin. It wasn’t like it was the first time you’d shared each other's space like this, Lix was such a naturally affectionate person, it was easy for you to fall into the same behavior, finding immense comfort in his touch. He was so cute when he got like this, clingy, needy. “Please?”

You debated for a second, before relenting. “Fine.”

“Yay!” He beamed before sliding over, making room for you in the slightly too small bed. You may have cuddled together plenty of times before, but you couldn’t help the feelings of self-consciousness that lingered as you settled next to him, folding your arms across your stomach out of habit in an attempt to hide yourself. An action that apparently did not go unnoticed by him.

“Why do you always do that?” He asked, watching you with curious eyes.

“Do what?”

“Hide your stomach.” He pouted.

“Because it’s not nice to look at.” You said plainly, wanting to end the conversation quickly.

“That’s not true!” He exclaimed, sitting up again to look at you. “I like it! It’s so cute and soft, I love how it feels when we hug.”

He reached for your hands, but hesitated, glancing up at you for permission before touching you.

You nodded, curiosity overriding your insecurity.

He gently pulled your hands away before replacing them with his own, gently trailing along your sides and caressing the dips and rises of your tummy.

“See? It’s so soft and warm, it’s so pretty, you’re so pretty.” He said almost to himself, making your heart do a tiny sumersault.

“Can I lay on it?” He asked, looking up at you

Your immediate reflex was to say no, but the way he was looking at you with such adoration and the warmth of his touch made you relent again. “Okay.”

He carefully shifted around until he could rest on his side, looking up at you, letting out a deep sigh as his eyes fell close, nuzzling his cheek against the plushness of your belly.

“Comfy?” You asked, slightly amused by the look of utter contentment on his face.

“Mhm.” He smiled up at you dreamily, making you chuckle. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I am.” You admitted. It felt really nice having him close like this, feeling his breath fan across your abdomen as you fell into a comfortable silence, his hand coming up to gently trace patterns across your ribcage, his fingers trailing dangerously close to the underside of your chest.

“I bet you tits are soft.” He said, more so thinking out loud than trying to initiate anything, but it made your breath hitch either way.

“You wanna find out?” You asked, surprising yourself with how even your voice sounded despite your nerves.

He looked up at you, eyes wide with surprise. “Can I?”

This was a critical moment for your relationship, you were both hyper aware, teetering on the line between friends and something else, one that you’d been toeing for far too long, and that you couldn’t exactly come back from if crossed.

Not breaking eye contact, you nodded.

His hands ghosted up the sides of your breasts slowly, cupping one in each hand gently before kneading them experimentally, making you let out a small sigh, eyes falling shut.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, slightly breathless.

“Mhm, your hands are warm.” You hummed, pressing up into his touch.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He noted, adjusting himself to better access your chest so that he was laying partially on top of you.

"I don't like wearing them to sleep. They're uncomfy." You sighed.

He continued toying with your breasts for a minute, eliciting the occasional pleased sound from you, when suddenly you let out a small giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, smirking up at you.

“You kinda remind me of a cat, the way they knead things with their paws.” You jumped as he suddenly pinched one of your nipples, making you let out a yelp.

“Mean kitty.” You glared at him as he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, can I kiss it better?” He asked, voice dropping slightly, making your stomach do a little flip.

Biting your lip, you nodded.

He slowly trailed your shirt up, pausing at the top of your ribcage and glancing up at you once more for confirmation before he finally freed your chest.

“Shit.” He breathed, almost unconsciously as his gaze trailed over the expanse of exposed skin, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on breast and then the other, making you squirm slightly beneath him. He was trying to pace himself and move slowly, but quickly lost out to his own desire, growing more intense as he trailed wet, open mouth kisses everywhere across your chest before sucking your nipple into his mouth, making you arch into him involuntarily.

“Lix,” You whined, your own hands having found their way into his hair and earning a low groan from him as you tugged on the blonde strands.

“So fucking pretty,” He purred, lips dragging up your neck before trailing back down to your chest. ”Wanted to tell you so many times how gorgeous I think you are.”

“Why didn’t you?” You managed to ask.

“I have no fucking clue.” He laughed, his breath against you damp skin making you shiver.

You were well aware of the growing bulge in his pants that was pressed against your thigh as he drooled over your chest, making the heat between your legs throb with need.

“Fuck, I wanna-” He caught himself, worried that his request might be go going too far too quickly.

“You wanna fuck them?” You asked, practically able to read his mind.

He looked up at you, mouth hanging open as he breathed unsteadily. “Can I? Please?”

You nodded.

He quickly scrambled to rid himself of his bottoms, nearly falling off the bed in his haste, cock springing free and causing your thighs to clench at the sight.

He carefully positioned himself over you, straddling your waist and staring down as if you were the most divine being he’d ever seen. “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

“I’m sure, Lixie.” You nodded again, pressing your tits together for him before letting a trail of saliva drip down onto them from your mouth.

“Holy shit.” He mumbled as he watched you in disbelief, before letting his length slip between your breasts, letting out a low, shaking groan as your warmth enveloped him.

He started out slow, thrusting experimentally, reveling in the feel of your skin against his, but his pace quickly began to increase as he started to get lost in pleasure, chasing his release.

“Wanna fuck you. Wanted to fuck you for so long.” He panted, gripping the headboard above you for support. You angled your head down, letting your tongue loll down to lick his tip each time it peaked out from between your tits.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He whimpered, his face screwed up in pleasure as he loomed over you. You could swear you’d never seen a more beautiful sight in your entire life.

Felix, falling to pieces, because of you.

“‘M gonna cum.” He warned, strokes getting sloppy.

“Cum for me, Lix, wanna feel it.” You whined, pressing your tits together more, tightening them around him.

“Shit, don’t, fuck, I’m-!” He rambled before cumming with a broken, drawn out moan, pulling back to paint your chest and stomach with streaks of white.

“F-fuck.” He stammered, shaking as he slid sideways off you, watching with hooded eyes as you gathered some of his release on your fingers and brought it to your lips for a taste.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He said unsteadily.

“You’re welcome.” You teased, sitting up and cleaning up his mess with your ruined shirt, before he was pressing you back against the mattress.

“Now, it’s your turn.”

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[bethanysnow]

How I think Stray Kids Members would date a Plus Size girlfriend ~ Hyungline

Maknae line

-Bang Chan

This man deadlifts 350lb....do you think it's only for our benefit????? NAH this boy got an actually plus size gal in his minds eye. Large arms, soft shoulders, STOMACH, back???, calves???!?!?!?! Why does no one talk about calves!?! Where this man can man handle and grab and pull to his hearts delight and not break her. Lord knows one spank from him would probably break someone's pelvis if it didn't have padding.... Now I do think he would need to work on himself internally on some of his "complexes" and self image and self confidence?? I love this man to death, but you'd be reassuring him just as much as he is you. He went from the body checking capital of the world to the plastic surgery capital of the world at a formative age; it fucks with your head.

But he would love you, becoming friends would be faster than blinking, but I get the vibe it takes a while to fully trust? He trusts too easily and has been hurt by it in the past so he needs to know that you're gonna he there for him as he is you. He would 100% be the bf to make sure that there are clothes you can wear in his closet but not say anything. He's conscious of how he has insecurities and understands that it takes more than kissing it better and a love making session. It takes work. And he'd be there to remind you every step of the way how much he loves you.

-Minho

This quiet man might surprise you. Now I don't think he'd be the first to come to mind when possibility dating a plus size gf, but this man is a intelligent one. He is introspective, quiet, understanding. He is one of those people in life that either body size wouldn't even cross his mind when dating you, or he would be very conscious of it. Not in a bad way of course.

He is just very concerned about you in how people treat you because of your size, not liking that he gets treated so special cuz he happened to end up being traditionally handsome. Where he sees the mistreatment you deal with and feels protective over you. So he plans ahead, makes sure the restaurant has chairs without arms, would rather people look at him and how OH LOOK ITS LEEKNOW than make you uncomfortable that you think people are staring.

If diets and conversation around diets make you uncomfortable I can see him changing the topic even around the members if you're there. He wants you to be happy and comfortable around him. While he isn't very affectionate or loud about his love its just as deep.

Also.....you got the best ass even if its flat

-Changbin

I think for someone who goes to the gym as much as he does he would understand if someone was having bad experiences tied to it? Like he is paid to work out and have a nutritionist and a stylist and all these team members. Not everyone has that. So he wouldn't pressure you into going with him unless you wanted to go. If you did though he'd be the first one to brag to everyone that you can out-leg press him. It would be the first thing in the group chat in all caps.

Dating Changbin, it is so domestic? I imagine? Like you start dating and he is just this big ol' teddy bear and he would feel so honored if you let yourself be timid around him. Being plus size (insecure or not) you have to have a thick skin, you grow to defend yourself, you protect your heart because people have been cruel and society is a bitch. In doing so the walls are a bit higher, and the fortress is a bit more imposing. But with Binnie, he is a hug that is open anytime anywhere. The absolute pride in his man once you allow yourself to lean on him, or dare to lay on his chest while cuddling? ahhh thats the good stuff

I also think he would be the first one to defend you, knowing the boys love language is poking fun he wouldn't have it if it was you. Be prepared to be presented with one of the boys' heads in a headlock by Binnie if they say anything. He is your knight in shinning armor and will make sure you are laughing and smiling and having a good time. Also he like chan feels more at ease knowing you aren't gonna break if you two get up to something more rough or naughty in the bedroom. Even on a more innocent path just knowing you aren't gonna judge him for how he looks like he doesn't judge yours makes his heart soar.

-Hyunjin

Hyunjin I think would have the most obstacles in regard to dating someone of size. Not that I don't think he wouldn't, but I think with the Korean beauty standard he has a lot of internal stuff he needs to work out before he could be in a healthy relationship. He knows what its like to be judged on only by how you look. He wouldn't want that for you or any of his friends, so I think he would be friends to lovers? You are a great deal of a reality check for him, when he gets very internal and in his head about stuff he goes to you.

So by the time he figures out he has a crush on you his entire art book has already started to look like Renaissance drafts of plus-size women. Starts seeking out media and art that reminds him of you. I don't even think hes conscious that he's doing it? I think it feels like an itch he can't scratch just right and its driving him insane because he doesn't know how to pin down this feeling. Not in art, not in lyrics, it evades him. Till he is standing in front of you, at your apartment, with an Idol worthy bouquet of flowers. Opening his heart and hoping you don't reject him.

Which....would never happen? Your relationship is one of the ages, he writes songs about you, and draws you constantly. In-person he has to be near you, even as simple as playing with your jewelry or showing you memes on his phone while you eat silently side by side. It is a love that is comfort, its like warm clothes out of the dryer for hyunjin.

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@7ndipity @kaciidubs @itshannjisung @dreamescapeswriting @moonlightndaydreams

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[nctchubbygf]

Getting What You Want.

Bangchan x Plus Size Reader Smut

 'Chan' You yelled as you ran down the stairs 'Have you seen my purple strapless dress?' You asked as you walked into the full living room. 

             'Y/N' Chan squinted in your direction. 

              'Yeah' You supported your back with your hand as you stuck your hip out. 

               'You do know you're just in your underwear right?' Chan gestured to you as you stood there in a lilac lace bra with a rosette in center and matching underwear the accentuated every curve and roll of you soft body. 

               'Yeah, cause I can't find my dress. I think it got mixed with your clothes or Johnny's. Can you help me find it?' Your lips formed a small pout as you looked up at Chan with wide eyes. 

                'I'll help you find it.' Johnny ran to your side putting his arm around your bare waist. His long slender fingers sinking in to your lush skin. Hyunjin rolled his eyes as he brought his knees to his chest mockingly mouthing 'I'll help you find it' as his arms crossed around his knees. 

               'Johnny, down' Chan waved him off of you. 'Just check the dryer again. But first' he paused his sentence to turn to the couch Hyunjin was curled into a ball at the far end of. He pulled a white blanket from the back. 'Put this on' Chan wrapped the blanket around your bare body tucking the final end into the top like you would with a towel. 

           'Dad' You whined as you yanked the blanket off and onto the floor then ran toward the laundry room inviting the ogling eyes to watch as you jiggled away from them.

        'I'm just going to' Felix stood from the love seat that sat perpendicular to the larger sofa. 'I'm going to help her' Felix began to walk to toward the laundry room. 

      'Sit back down.' Chan spoke sternly as he blocked Felix from going further. Felix sighed turning back and plopping down on the love seat. 

        'I couldn't find it.' You ran back into the living room as a slight smirk tugged at your lips,  fully aware of how no one could take their eyes off of you.

       'I'll help you.' Hyunjin unrolled out of the ball he was sat in. 

        'Thank you' You grasped his large thin hand before Chan could intervene. 'Come on' you started toward the staircase till you felt resistance. 

          'I'll help you' Chan unclasped your hand from Hyunjin's 'You said it got mixed with my clothes? Lets go to my room' he motioned for you to lead the way and he followed close behind to cover your large backside the sheer purple panties barely covered.

       'I know what you're up to' Chan glared at your scantily clad frame as he shut his bedroom door. 

        'I have no Idea what you mean' You sang as you twirled deeper into his room filled with dark colors, illuminated by the blue rope light along his ceiling. 

        'Y/N, Seriously what are you doing?' Chan sighed as his eyes softened while he walked closer. 

        'I don't know what you're talking about.' You shrugged as you sat at the end of Chan's bed covered in a black comforter. 

       'Y/N, you know every boy down stairs wants you don't you?' Chris stood above you as you sat at the end of his bed. 

      'What about the one in this room? Do you want me?' You laid back on your elbows and spread your legs enough to trap Chris between them. Your chest practically spilled out of your lilac bra as you stared into Chan's brown eyes that scanned your bountiful soft body. His pink bee stung lips slipped between his teeth. He shook his head fighting away everyone hormone filled thought that conflicted with what was moral. 

        'Well' Chan tugged at the collar of his black t-shirt as he looked to his closet full of varying shades of black. 'You-' the hesitance in his soft voice brought a smile to your face, Your eyes twinkled beneath the soft blue lights as you eyed Chan up and down. 

        'You want to fuck me?' your back fell to the mattress as you brought your feet up to the bed and presented yourself to Chan

         'You always do this' Chan laid his hand on your knee as he forced his eyes to focus on yours and nothing else. 

       'Channie' your voice fell into a moan as you slid her foot up his muscular thigh. 'It's been so long' your foot traveled to an area that answered every question you had for him, your gentle graze sent a electric shock straight to the pit of Chan's stomach. 'It doesn't have to be any longer' your foot ran up and down the hard muscle in Chan's black and white basketball shorts. 

         'Y/N' Chan's voice deepened as it trembled in the quiet room, his teeth broke skin on his bottom lip, a metallic taste filled his mouth but he just couldn't release his lip from his teeth.  'It has been a long time' Chris's paternal demeanor began to break as his hand slid past your soft calf. 'Especially for me' his hand found your plump thigh. 'Y/N' he sighed as you toyed with the most sensitive part of his body. 

         'Fuck me.' you brought your foot down. 'Daddy' you pleaded with a small smirk as you spread your thighs wider. Chan's clouded mind took the invitation, with no hesitation he yanked his basketball shorts to the floor and crawled between your thighs positioning himself against you

       'Fuck' He growled under his breath once he felt how damp your underwear were. 

       'It's all yours' you ran her hands up Chan's toned biceps that caged you in under him.

       'Just tell me something Y/N' Chan lowered his lips centimeters from your earlobe, his shallow breath washing over you as your thighs involuntarily went to clench together but Chan's hard body was in the way of your relief. 'If I fuck you, will you be a good girl for me?' Chan bargained in the only way your mind could think as you laid beneath him. A deep groan fell from his lips as he could feel his words caused you to drown against his dark gray boxer briefs. 

           'I'll be a good girl' your nails dug into his back as you felt him get closer. 'I'll be your good girl' you panted as you looked into his soft eyes. 

          'Good girl' Chan's dimples seemed deeper with his smile as his fingers hooked into the the lacey waistband of your panties.  

         

 'So we're just going to ignore what happened in here just now' Johnny interrupted the silence in the living room.

     'She did tell me she'd show me how the underwear looked on her. I just thought it would be just me. But I'm not complaining' Felix looked up at the ceiling with fond memories of the past ten minutes playing in his mind. 'I'm surprised you didn't pass out' Felix looked over to Johnny

        'Shut up' Johnny threw a cookie at Felix.

'What do you think they're doing up there' Hyunjin looked up at the the staircase. 

         'He's probably putting her in time out in the corner of his room' Johnny joked as his eyes looked in the same direction as the other boys.

       

 'Chan' you shuddered as your nails dug deeper into his shoulders. Pleasure pooled in the bottom of your stomach as you felt Chan get deeper. 

         'You're such a bad influence on me' Chan's lips spoke again your collarbone. 'So bad' he bit down on your soft skin.  'Maybe I should start spanking you, huh?' His force grew, pushing you up higher on the bed. 'Would you like that?' Chan's voice deepened as his eyes darkened

         'I'd loved that.' You threw your head back against the pillow as Chan pushed into you harder.

        ' I missed being inside of you' Chan's thrusts grew quicker and sloppy as he was coming undone. 

        'I missed having you inside me' your breathing was labored as your eyes held one another as you got lost in the darkness of each other. 

        'Fuck' Chan growled as his face sunk into your neck

         'Chan' you sighed as you felt him fill you just as he collapsed while your plush thighs remained around his waist. 

        'That can't happen again' Chan rolled over to the other side of  his bed. 

         'I know' You sighed as you stared at the blinking led lights above you

         'Your dangerous to me' Chan pulled you close to him securing you in his arms. 'You drive me absolutely crazy' Chan brushed your hair behind your ear as he stared down at you, his eyes bright in the lights around them. 'Y/N' he sighed. 'I can only be your best friend. The way you throw yourself at me, you drive me crazy when you act like this.' his words sent your gaze to fall.

        'Look at me. I just love you too much.' Chan lifted your chin up as he looked down into your eyes.

'I know' You pressed your face into his chest, his heartbeat thumped in your ear as his lips pressed into the roots of your hair.

'There isn't a purple dress is there?' Chan rubbed your fleshy upper arm. 

     'There is.' you buried your face further into Chan's chest. 'But I know where it is' you grinned into his black t-shirt as his laugh sunk into your hair. 

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There are now 5 chapters posted! Please check out this ongoing series of one shots <3 

Chapter 1: Connected (Bang Chan x Plus Size Reader) Chapter 2: Going Dumb (Bang Chan x Plus Size Reader) Chapter 3: The View (Changbin x Plus Size Reader) Chapter 4: Up All Night (Felix x Plus Size Reader) Chapter 5: Glow (Minsung x Plus Size Reader)

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Here You Come Again

summary: Five years after your dreaded break up, Christopher Bahng returns to his hometown. You thought it’d be easy to just ignore his existence, that is, until you’re stuck taking care of him and his two broken limbs.

pairing: ex!Chan x ex!f!reader (Reader does read on the thiccer side and should be racially neutral, but if she isn’t let me know!)

word count: 8.4k

warnings: Lots of longing and heartbreak, mentions of hospital and implied accident, angsty vibes, reader is quite insecure at times, pure smut, oral (m rec.), unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy epilogue.

a/n: my first fic on this acc, I’m so happy to share with you!

“Christopher and I are over, that’s final,” You exclaim, rounding the office and heading toward your cubicle with a very frustrated Felix in tow.

All week, all he can talk about is Christopher’s awaited return and how you, as the one and only ex-girlfriend, shouldn't just quietly acknowledge his existence but throw him a freaking welcome party.

“That’s not what I’m saying—“ He huffs, leaning over the half-walls that separate your desks. “There’s nothing wrong with being amicable and welcoming him home.”

You sigh, “Lix, we’ve been broken up for ages now, it’d be totally weird.”

“You guys were together for way longer than you are broken up,” He says, as a matter of factly. 

You roll your eyes.

It was true, you and Christopher were once inseparable, glued at the hip from middle school, all the way through university. However, a little after your graduation, he moved to pursue his dreams and your relationship just couldn’t survive the distance and stress of real life.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yes, it does!” Felix stares at you like you've gone absolutely mental. “You guys were together for so long for a reason! You were basically perfect.”

You don’t respond, pretending to be busy with your spreadsheets.  

“No one expected you guys to break up.”

“Both of us did, that’s why we broke up. It was mutual, we agreed it was for the best.”

“No it wasn’t! Neither of you asked me!” You chuckle at that. “It was like my parents’ divorce all over…”

Felix rolls closer on his wheeled chair and crosses his arms, giving you a puppy-eyed pout. 

“Your parents got back together.”

“And so should you—”

You’re about to respond and possibly curse him off when your phone rings and that cheesy ringtone has never brought you as much relief. 

“Duty calls,” You shoo Felix away to his own cubicle and pick up your phone. “Yes, this is her.”

Felix watches your faint smile completely disappear before you manage to stutter out confirmations. 

He leans over worriedly. 

“I’ll be coming right over.”

Your hands shake as you gather up your bag and haphazardly shove your belongings in. 

“I— I need you to tell them I’m leaving early today.”

“Who? What happened?”

"It was the hospital, Christopher is in the hospital—“

Your voice gets stuck in your throat, but Felix realises the situation. 

“Don’t worry, just… Do what you need to do, I’ll handle it here.”

Arriving at the Hospital, your legs carry you over automatically, mind half out-of-it until you’re face to face with the room that holds his name. 

You think about it for a second, considering just calling his mum — it’s not like you ever deleted his parents’ number — and chickening out. But you’re caught by a very friendly nurse who half-escorts- half-drags you inside.

And you see him. 

The love of your whole life up until five years ago. The owner of your smiles, your kisses, your heart and every fiber of your being. Until everything came crumbling down.

And he looks… Great. Better than a vengeful, mean part of you wished he looked. 

His hair is bleached a light blond, his curls almost completely gone. Skin paler than ever — you didn’t believe that was possible, but here he is. Chris makes the ugly hospital gown look like designer.

And he seems more than surprised to see you, like you were the last person he was expecting — Because you probably were. Out of everyone the social butterfly knew, his ex-girlfriend shouldn’t be on the top list of people to get you out of hospital. 

“Hey,” You manage to say, giving him an awkward wave. 

“Hey,” He croaks back, immediately clearing his throat afterward.

You walk toward the bed slowly as the nurse goes about her business. 

He’s got a cast on his right arm as well as a boot on his right foot. You hiss at the purple bruising visible along his neck.

“How— How did you—“ Chris stutters, unsure of how to phrase his curiosity.

Your eyes don’t meet his face. You can’t bear to look at the sunken, sickly complexion without wishing to caress and kiss his ailments away.

“They called me,” You explained quietly, “I’m your emergency contact… Still.”

Christopher closes his eyes, whining loudly at himself. “Ah…” He brings his hand to his face, forgetting it’s clad in gesso and does an awkward half-facepalm. “I’m so— so sorry. I didn’t know they’d call you, I totally forgot I had you listed as my emergency contact—“

You flash him a reassuring smile, “It’s fine… Don’t worry about it.”

You want to speak more, to ask him how the years have been, how he’s been but you’re pulled away to fill paperwork about his release. When you’re finally done, the nurse wheels him back in. He doesn’t speak, only holding onto his smashed phone and the crutch. 

The nurse accompanies you to the parking lot and helps load Chris into the passenger side of your Sedan. You shove the crutch on the backseat, silently hoping it won’t slip and accidentally hit one of you or something. 

“So, where to?” You ask, fastening your own seatbelt. Christopher is about to undo his, only waiting for the nurse to disappear from view. 

“You don’t have to— I can just get an Uber.”

Your eyes tell him you think he’s crazy, “Christopher, I am not leaving you in this parking lot when you can barely walk.”

The way his body slightly jumps at the sound of his name goes unnoticed. He doesn’t respond.

“Are you staying with your parents?”

“Yeah,” He nods. Deciding a ride can’t be that weird between exes, right? It’s like Uber. You’re practically strangers, except you’ve seen each other naked. 

The awkward silence is deafening once the car slides into a smooth hum. 

“How are they?” You chose to fill it with small talk. 

“Mhm?”

“Your parents.”

“Ah,  they’re— they’re doing well. Dad’s retired now.”

“Is he?!” You smile widely, keeping your eyes focused on the road. 

“Yeah, he’s driving Mum absolutely mental. He’s constantly bored, you know how he is.”

“Yeah, I know… He could not stand Sundays when we used to just laze around.”

You practically lived at their house. Living so close by, you would walk to and from school with Chris. You’d do your homework on his bedroom floor before running outside to enjoy the weather. And at night you’d catch on a late-night run of The Simpsons. You shake your head at your teenage self and the insane amount of somewhat-wasted freetime. 

Chris laughs, “Oh, God, yeah! I swear nothing would make him as angry as just seeing us doing absolutely nothing.” 

And then, the awkwardness of missed intimacy settles in, realising you know too much but still too little of the person sitting next to you. 

Goddammit. 

The memory coats your tongue in bittersweetness, the longing for the good times and his fucking laugh bring nothing but an empty feeling at the pit of your stomach. Like when you pat your pocket and think you lost something, but instead of your phone or your keys it’s your childhood best friend.

Pulling up at his childhood home fills you with nostalgia and it’s almost Deja-vu like the view you have of the bright white garage door and the light blue panelling. There’s an old crack on the driveway from when you were helping bring in the exercise set his dad bought and it came crashing onto the concrete, blowing a large hole. 

You get out of the car and pull his crutch from the backseat, having to tell Chris to not move before. 

“Is your Mum in?” 

It’d be a shameless lie to say you weren’t dying to see them again. Mr and Mrs Bahng, the sweetest couple who practically raised you with how much time you spent over. 

“Uh— Yeah, she’s probably making dinner… or something,” He mutters, somewhat quickening his pace. 

Chris fumbles with his keys, seemingly missing the keyhole every time. 

Finally, the key goes in and he opens the front door. 

“I’d like to see her before I go,” He freezes, “—Please? I’ll just say Hi, it’d be rude not to.”

“No— It’s not—“

You catch up, looking into the front windows and realising every light is out and there isn’t a sign of them anywhere. 

“Are they out?”

“…Yeah?”

“Oh, no…I’ll wait until they come back, I can’t possibly leave you by yourself…”

And you walk inside like you belonged— Mostly because you did, you faded into that suburban family home, you settled into the memories, your essence in every wall and every piece of furniture. Every memory of his childhood. 

“No!”

You jump. 

“Chris?—” 

“You—You’ve done enough! It’s fine! Thank you!” He stumbles over his words and his crutches, trying to balance his weight on his good foot. 

“What if you fall while they’re out? I can’t in good conscience leave you all by yourself!” 

He sighs loudly, tightly shutting his eyes as the realisation of his options wash over. Be a better liar or just stop being an awkward coward and tell you the truth.

“They’re travelling.”

And you know what that means.

“…They don’t know you’re hurt.”

Chris doesn’t look at you. 

And you shake your head in disbelief because of fucking course he just pretended like he hadn’t been hit by a fucking car. Because you know with every bone in your body that his parents would never be okay with being away from him at all, let alone when he was hurt. 

“This is serious! They need to know.” 

“No, no, they don’t.” He shakes his head like you don’t understand the situation and you don’t because there isn’t anything to understand. “They’ve been looking forward to this trip.” 

“You’ve got broken bones, for fuck’s sake,” You raise your voice, “What’s a fuckin’ trip when their precious son comes home for once and he needs them!” 

Your words come out a lot more emotional than you meant and you both seem to realise. Chris finally stares at you, pressing his lips tightly shut at the sight of your teary eyes. 

“Don’t pretend like everyone else’s lives have priority…Please.” Your voice cracks.

“I—“ He closes his eyes with a sigh, “Yeah…”

He doesn’t speak, letting your words plunge heavy on his chest, every rebuttal getting stuck on his vocal chords and never making it past his throat.  Because he knows you’re fucking right. Like you always are. 

“Chris, unless you can find someone else— An adult, to look after you, I am not leaving.”

Christopher doesn’t come out of his room the whole afternoon after you helped him upstairs. And you know you’re overstepping much more than you ever should. You’re one of the last people he wants to see right now but you can’t help but worry. 

You make a simple dinner with whatever is in the fridge and make him a plate, walking upstairs balancing the meal — incredibly thankful for whoever invented trays. 

Chris has his laptop laid over his thighs, spread over the one leg that isn’t propped up over way too many pillows. 

And it’s a somewhat familiar scene that almost makes you stutter, pinch yourself and long for what’s forever gone— You shake it off.

“Hey,” You breathe out, catching his attention and when his eyes meet yours, you feel your knees grow weak. “Dinner time.”

“Oh, thanks,” He is pleasantly surprised, pushing the laptop aside and adjusting himself to receive the tray.

“Nothing too fancy,” You shrug. “I hope it’s good.” 

“It looks great.”

The way he smiles so child-like, looking at the messy plate of pasta like it’s the greatest thing ever, just tugs at your heartstrings. 

“I’ll let you eat,” You say.

Chris looks up with sad puppy eyes. “What? You’re not eating with me?” 

“What?” You’re surprised to say the least, “Do you want me to?” 

“Yeah… It’s pretty lonely,” He chuckles. 

“Okay.” 

You try to contain your smile as you rush downstairs and fix yourself a plate. 

As you pull up a chair next to his bed, he’s pulling up a Youtube Video on his laptop. It’s an old episode of a 90`s show you remember catching on TV late at night. 

“Wow. Your suggestions are just korean, huh?” You chuckle weakly. There’s an underlying meaning to this other side of him you’ll never know. You had picked up certain words and phrases growing up together and could be somewhat conversational given the other party spoke very slowly. Never really getting the hang of reading the alphabet. 

Chris scratches at his neck, chuckling back, “Yeah, pretty much. I forget sometimes.” 

You hum.

“How was it?” 

He looks at you, almost cooing at the way you stuff your cheeks with pasta. “Korea?” 

“Living there, your job… Everything,” 

With a big sigh, he smiles fondly, “Well,” You stare at your food. “It was great. An amazing learning experience. It’s completely different from uni, actually working with artists and getting work done.” 

A summer in middle school, a cousin of his travelled to visit. He was a self-titled rapper that taught Chris everything from writing to mixing in an archaic software. You remember the remixes of your favourite songs and the CDs he would burn and write your name on with sharpie. 

Somehow, his love for music never faded. Throughout high-school he was self-taught and he managed to only ever get better. You remember falling asleep as he strummed the guitar, trying to get the right chords and waking up from your nap to a brand-new melody. 

A little before you both graduated, his cousin reached out. He had long given up his rap career, but offered housing in case Chris wanted to try out a job at a big company. 

So he did. He left. 

You force yourself to smile, pushing down the selfish part of you that regrets not begging him to stay. He got his dream. And it wasn’t you. "That 's… Great. I’m happy for you. I’m happy it worked out.” 

You were happy, of course you were. The past five years you’ve stalked his social media and soundcloud, you know his discography by heart. He made you proud, always did and always will. 

Chris stares at you for almost a minute, and you can’t decipher the reason his eyes look so pained right now.

“How about you?”

Biting your lip, you poke at the noodles. How can you face him and not say you’ve done nothing but miss him? 

“Great.” You say,  “Really good, I work in my area and… It’s really… great” 

Chris smiles, nodding. “Wow… that’s great.” 

You hum in agreement.

Silence. 

“So…” You both say at once.

And it eases the tension, getting a good chuckle out.

“Go on,” Chris nods.

“What brought you here after so long?” 

He hesitates. “Missed…” You “…Friends and family, you know.” 

“Yeah… I imagine it’s pretty lonely.” 

“Yeah.” 

“What did you wanna ask?”

“Ah…” He studies your face, seemingly nervous and you hope he doesn’t ask anything weird. “…Have you… Have you met anyone?” 

Something like that. 

You almost choke on your food. 

“…I’ve just been busy.” Busy being heartbroken. “You?” 

The laugh track coming from his laptop as one of the characters says something witty makes you want to punch the screen.

He ponders for a second, “…I tried but… None of them were the right one, y’know?” None of them were you. 

“Yeah— Totally, I get that.”

“Yeah…”

You close your eyes, regretting this conversation altogether. You certainly don’t want to think about Christopher’s love life, not when it doesn’t involve you any longer. 

“Are— Are you done?” 

He stares at you before you gesture toward the plate and he realises, “Yeah. Thanks. It was great.” 

“Great.”

Wanting nothing but to take your brain out and pressure wash it, you simply gather up your plate on his tray and pick it up.

“I’ll be taking the guest room, so just yell if you need anything.” 

“Are you sleeping in that?” 

You turn around, “What?”

“Well, you’re wearing jeans. Isn’t it uncomfortable?” 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“You—You can borrow something of mine.” 

And your stupid heart skips another fucking beat. 

Walking downstairs and finding you wearing his shirt, focused on the recipe onscreen as you flip pancakes, Christopher is hit with a wave of nostalgia. He stands at the doorway, trying to settle his breathing. 

He wants to wrap his arms around your waist, pick you up, shower you in kisses and never let go. Instead, he quietly takes a seat at the table.

“Good morning,” 

You jump. “Hey, why are you out? I was gonna give you breakfast in bed.” 

Like you used to when—

“Had to pee.” 

That was a bold faced lie. He woke up with a mess in his pants, literally. His brain tricked him with a wet dream of you coming to him all needy, your pretty eyes and your sly smile. 

Chris grumbled his way into the bathroom and struggled to pull his shorts and boxers off and put on a fresh set of shorts. Pulling on underwear over a boot and with only one arm had to be some kind of olympic sport. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” 

You sound so genuinely worried, he almost feels bad for only thinking that you helping meant you being in close proximity of his dick. 

“…Needed to go real bad.”

You chuckle, “Next time just call me, what if you hurt yourself?” 

“Thanks…” Chris mutters, focusing on the pancakes. Pancakes don’t have a great set of legs peeking out of a nightshirt, *his shirt. 

And he shoves down his breakfast like it will run anyway at any moment. Anything so he won’t reminisce on what could’ve been, on how familiar this all feels.

“So, what are your plans for today?” You ask expectedly. The way you’re way too eager to help send the blood rushing down his body. 

“Uh, I stink so…” He laughs it off.

“Oh, I’ll get the bathtub ready.” You say it so nonchalantly like the idea of helping Chris bathe doesn’t drive you as crazy as it drives him. 

“W-What?” 

“Well,” You laugh, “You have like two out of four functioning limbs, right now.” 

“Yeah, but—“ The way the blood immediately rushes down his body doesn’t allow for any arguments against what you said. Fuck. 

Chris opens his mouth again to speak but he is interrupted by the deafening ringtone he set on his phone, his eyes glance at the screen with a curse. Fucking Changbin. 

“No buts, I’ll get the tap running and come back down to help you up, okay?” You leave before he can respond, happy to win the one-sided argument. 

When you come back downstairs, Chris quickly ends his calls with a pissed off huff. Surprised, you stop.

“You okay?” 

“Yeah.” He brushes it off, leaning over the table to get up.

Quickly, you rush to his side and hold tightly at his waist as you make your way back into his room. You had pushed his desk chair into the suite so he could sit somewhere and not dangerously wade wet linoleum while you got everything ready. 

“How are we gonna do this?” You bite your lip, eyeing at his cast. Submerging them would be a terrible idea, even after using almost an entire roll of cling film. 

“I can sit with my leg out,” He blurts out and you nod. Yep, that seemed to be the only way this was gonna work.

“Yeah, that’s good.” When you turn off the tap and instinctively reach out for his clothes, he jumps. “Sorry—“ You cringe at your actions, pulling away instantly.

Chris shrugs, seeming so distant. You wondered if you were overstepping here, I mean, who were you to help him bathe? He probably felt uncomfortable getting naked in front of you. 

“Do you have any soap here?” You busy yourself with eyeing his empty tub.

“In my bag.” 

When you come back with the black pouch filled with toiletries, he’s managed to shrug off most of his clothes, leaving only his underpants. You freeze in your steps, eyes met with the sight of his unblemished body. 

He’s filled up with perfectly sculpted muscle and healthy skin, a far cry from the lanky teen you adored. You can’t help but swoon at how mature he looks. 

Pushing away at those thoughts begging you to ogle his adonis-like body, you focus on the task at hand. 

Once he is in the tub, you sit at the edge. Grabbing the soap bottle and pouring some in a clean loofah you found by the sink. 

You hand it to him, deciding against washing his body lest you make him any more uncomfortable. Busying yourself with laying down his toiletries, you don’t catch the sullen look that stamps his face at your silence. 

When you catch sight of the shampoo bottle however, you can’t help the tiny smile that finds your lips.

“No fucking way we use the same shampoo!” You exclaim, studying the bottle closely. Chris looks away, focusing on cleaning himself. 

“Is it— Is it the same you use?” 

“Yeah,” you chuckle, the scent of honey and cocoa filling the bathroom as you open it up with a loud click. “Mhmm, smells so good.” He visibly gulps at the sound of your delighted moan. “Such a coincidence.”

“Yeah—“ He clears his throat. “Yeah.” 

“D’you need help?” You ask quietly, lowering the bottle until it joins the others by the floor.

Chris tries to reach his back but gives up and hands you the loofah. 

You give him a soft smile and lean forward, promptly washing the bits he couldn’t reach with his left arm.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

He sighs and for a second, you think you shouldn’t have asked, but he answers.

“Yeah— It’s just. Work.” 

“Ah,” Letting out a sympathetic groan, you giggle, “Of course.” 

He shrugs.

You pull his torso forward, lightly running the loofah over his back, and he is very tempted to lay his head on your lap. The way you hold his neck so delicately when moving his body, how you make sure at all times that he’s okay, it washes away any hesitation. 

“Work isn’t great.” 

“Rough patch?” 

“Actually… It was never really great to begin with.”

He waits for the pin to drop, for you to stare at him like he’s insane; an ingrate. Anyone would kill to be at where he’s at currently — working at one of the top agencies and with the greatest groups of the century. Or you would laugh and tell him you were right all along when you told him to not be afraid of new opportunities but to make sure it was right.

But you furrow your eyebrows with such concern.

“what?” your voice is so soft.

“…It was good at first, I— I got to experience a lot of things but…” He exhales, “I can’t be me. I— I can’t do anything experimental, anything that isn’t certain to be a success with a catchy chorus and stupid choreo that will spread like wildfire…” 

His tense shoulders carry five years worth of stress when he runs his hand through his hair and huffs.

“I’m exhausted… That’s why I left.” 

“You left? You left the company? F-For good?” 

It would be a straight lie to say your stomach didn’t bloom elated butterflies at the sound of that.

“yeah… But they want me back. They’re offering me a shitton of money but… I don’t know.” 

You resume your washing, running the loofah over his neck and chest.

“Do you need it?” 

“I mean… I’m not exactly lacking money, I’m doing pretty fucking well, yeah? But it’s such a big number… I feel foolish rejecting it.” 

“Are you happy?”

Chris looks up to stare at you. “What?”

“You used to say, your music made you the happiest,” You hum, “Are you happy right now? If not, what’s missing?” 

He freezes, reflecting for a good while. The past five years of his life flashing before his eyes, every single day he was slowly drained away of his sanity. What was missing from this life he was living?

You.

“…Thanks.” Chris whispers out in a hoarse voice. You stop, leaning back to face him.

“You are the most passionate man I’ve ever met, please, don’t let anyone kill that” 

“Thank you, truly.”

When he smiles, you see a twinkle appear in his eyes. 

“I’m gonna get you a towel, can you finish up by yourself?”

“Yeah, thanks.” 

You hand him back the loofah and he leans back, shyly shimmying away his pants and quickly making sure his private parts are clean. He considers putting his used underwear back on, looking at the shameful semi he’s currently sporting. 

God, you’d think he’s a right pervert.

Here you were being helpful and kind, meanwhile he’s struggling to keep his cock quiet while you’re so close and you smell so good. And your body, God, everytime you moved, he got just a little preview of how you looked under the oversized tee. You were wearing his shirt, too and the scent of his cologne mixing with your body wash and perfume was driving him absolutely insane because you smelled like him.

Chris is in the middle of struggling his wet boxers over his boot when he hears your footsteps in the hallway, in a panic he gets rid of the underwear in the only way he knows how; throwing it out of sight, it lands with a loud thwap behind the door.

Great, now he doesn’t have anything.

You lay a towel down over the seat of the chair and another over the counter. You reach over the tub, making sure your legs are steady over tile, and hold his forearm, pulling upward. When you reach to hold his torso, you’re met with his bare cock, out just like that.

“Oh!”

Instinctively, you jump back, stumbling over your feet, totally not realising you let go of him.

Chris crashes back down with a loud splash and you scream.

“OH MY GOD!”

You’re both absolutely mortified.

You just saw his dick and proceeded to drop him like a bag of shit. And he is sitting there naked and vulnerable with a sore butt, he can’t say you ever reacted like that to the sight of his cock before. 

“I am so sorry—“ You mutter over and over, helping him back up at once. “Gosh, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine— I’m fine.” 

“No, it’s not, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I just did that.” You’re almost soaked by the time he’s safely sitting on the chair. 

“I’m fine, see? Still here.” 

And you both stare at each other before he cracks up. 

What a stupid fucking scene.

You absolutely reciprocate his laughter with your own, doubling over, holding your stomach. 

God, how foolish did the two of you look? 

Once your eyes met his nakedness, you just blurted out an “Oh” and practically threw him across the room. 

When the laughter dies down, you’re caught in a staring contest and you both drink in the atmosphere; It’s the missed domesticity of a lost Sunday in July when you’d come home and fool around with no worries in sight.

Back then, you looked at him like he hung the stars and the moon, with your sparkling innocent eyes and dreamy smile, he was the centre of your everything and he never realised just how much he had until he lost you. 

“God, I’m mortified,” You laugh lazily, stretching up from your position to reach for the towel.

Chris snaps from his thoughts, giving you a quiet giggle as a response, “How do you think I feel? I’m butthurt… Literally”

You snort.

He can’t help the adoring smile that finds his lips. Ever present even when you shove the towel into his face, muttering a loud “shut up”.

Starlit eyes are glued to you as you run the soft microfiber over his body with remarkable care. Oh, he doesn’t miss the coy bite of your lower lip when you fingers trace his stomach or the audible gulp that leaves your throat when you eye his thighs.

God, the heat blooming in your cheeks was nearing borderline dangerous levels with how it quickly spread through your chest and… down.

And then you accidentally brush the back of your hand against his member and Chris lets out the most delightful sigh.

You flinch, muttering a quick sorry and crawling away from him as fast as you could.

“You should be able to finish up by yourself, I put a towel down before so you could wrap yourself up,” You clear your throat, smoothing your clothes as you exit the bathroom, calming your racing heart down.

What you didn’t expect coming back however, was the sight of Chris quickly wrapping the towel around his fully hard cock with a blush. 

God.

Oh my god.

Brain absolutely unable to calm down, your body is stuck on autopilot as you help him get rid of the cling wrap. Your eyes absolutely refuse to meet his, even as your hands are over his bare chest and your bodies are glued together walking back into his bedroom. No, you can’t let him see just how much this affected you. 

When he sits down at the bed and you’re promptly gathering him clean clothes, his boner is clearer than ever before. That towel must feel absolutely harassed.

Your eyes can’t help but wander off to the evident bulge, the awareness of his painful erection eats away at your brain. How can you do anything else now that you have seen his boner? 

Chris clears his throat awkwardly, looking anywhere other than your face. 

“Do… Do you want me to help?” 

And Christopher practically freezes in place, his eyes widening larger than you’d ever seen. His heart beating so dang fast it might just explode. “W—What?!”

You must be out of your mind if you think you’re going to give your ex a handjob. You’re not that kind of girl, you know better than that. Your friends would kill you. Helping him was bad news, you should’ve just called someone else.

Because you’re seriously considering it. 

Closing your eyes, you blurt it out. “I can help. I will help you.” 

He doesn’t say a word, staring at your face.

“…If you want…” As you complete your sentence, it’s more of a question than anything else. 

And then Christopher swallows his saliva, staring at you with such desire, so much longing you feel more alive than any time the past five years. 

“…Please.” His voice is a hoarse plea and it brings you to your knees. 

You crash into his mattress, leaning over his body to stabilise yourself. Nothing fills your brain but the tempting desire to touch him again, to feel all of him.

Hands trembling, you undo the towel from his waist. A sigh leaves your lips at the sight of his cock, hard and angry and… begging for your touch. The mere graze of your fingers along his thighs makes his dick throb. 

You run your digits over his length, the emanating heat burns your skin with desire. As you wrap your whole hand around him, his body jerks. You stroke up and down, slowly working up a steady pace and getting used to feeling all of him. 

Betrayed by your body, you feel yourself getting aroused at the sight. Every inch of your skin that touches his pulsates with want. 

God, he was always too hot for his own good. 

Chris was scrawny during your years together, the slender, athletic type. But now, he’s filled in so deliciously, even excluding his stupidly perfect abs, his shoulders are even broader and his arms, god, his arms are so big now. 

You want to kiss every bit of his body, discover every new mole, every scar, find out what you’ve missed. You want to know his body like your own. 

He breathes in, running his hand over his face and biting his lip, it’s getting harder and harder to hold back his moans. Chris knows that if he lets go, he will call you baby like he used to.

Second hand joining in, you lick your lips, eyes drifting to watch his face contort. The toned muscles of his stomach jump every time your finger rubs his head and he hisses, because he’s very much aware you know that drives him crazy.

You were mad to think of giving your ex a handjob. But you were even crazier to consider sucking him off.

The arousal must’ve burnt off your brain cells because the next minute you’re peppering kisses up his length, letting saliva drip down while you swirl your tongue around his head.

Chris almost came right there and then. He throws his head back with a loud whine. 

You clench your thighs, slowing down your hands while you focus on wrapping your lips around him. Your head bobs up and down, you hum when you feel the weight of his fingers tangled in your hair.

Letting one hand wander, you’re caressing his skin, feeling his toned stomach jump under your hand, kneading at his waist, letting your fingernails redden his pale skin.  

When he opens his eyes, Christopher is delightfully surprised by your teary eyes looking up at him with such blinding innocence like you weren’t sucking the life out of his cock right now. Every hum sending goosebumps up his spine and the lewd, wet sound making him throb harder. 

You struggle to fit it all, but your pride and greed have you gagging, making sure to reach the very back of your throat. 

“Oh, God…”

That’s how he reaches his limit, shooting his load down your throat with a hoarse, desperate cry that echoes in the empty house. His body arches so beautifully, pale skin coated in a layer of sweat, leaving a silky sheen over his muscles. You find yourself growing even crazier over Christopher Bahng. 

And then his eyes flutter open and he looks at you so longingly you trick yourself into believing he still loves you as much as you love him. Because when he carefully brings you up and whispers such a quaint “You did so well, so good— so. so good.” 

His fingers fucking carress your cheek like he always did and it’s so stupidly loving. It’s such an intimate act when he fixes your hair and wipes the remaining cum off the corner of your lip. 

The way you melt into the palm of your, your eyes closed, your lips glistening under the sheen of his come, has Chris’s mind going numb. How he wanted nothing other than to hold you and fuck you so good until you cried. He wanted nothing but to give you immeasurable pleasure.

But it’s a notification on his phone that wakes you from your daze. The unsettling guilt falling into the pit of your stomach. You pull away from his touch as if it were toxic. 

“Well—“ You say, adjusting your hair and clothes, avoiding his eyes above all. Not able to bear the adoring look he holds right now. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” 

And he panics. At this exact moment, Chris is confused about most emotions but one — He wants you to stay.

“Let me repay you,” It’s a timid plead, echoing in the quiet home.

“What?” 

“I wanna eat you out—“ Chris confesses, “I want you to ride my face like you always did. Want your thighs to crush my head—“ 

And he smiles with a lustful haze in his eyes. 

You’re almost drunk off his words alone, the thought of having him underneath, eating you out like you’re his last meal — Christopher was always a generous lover, getting off on giving you pleasure, on serving you. 

Turning around, you’re struggling to breathe. Struggling to contain yourself at all. You want to jump into his arms, yes, but things couldn’t be so simple. You guys broke up a long time ago. 

“Chris… You’re—“ You breathe out, “ just horny. I don’t wanna do something you’ll regret.” 

He visibly gulps, “Do you regret it…? What we just did.” 

You want to say yes.

But looking into his eyes, the way he gazes at you so expectantly — eyebrows curved up, puppy-eyed and apprehensive lips pressed into a flat line — you can’t lie.

“…No.” 

“Then I don’t regret it either.” 

“Christopher—“ You sigh. “You need bed rest, I mean you can’t even use your arms.” 

“I can still use my tongue.” 

“I—“ 

“Please, I’m dying to taste you. I can’t think of anything else right now.” 

“I—“ You gulp, regretting your words as soon as they leave your lips, “I don’t want to cum unless it’s around you.” 

Closing your eyes, you expect him to call you delusional, call you foolish. I mean, still hung up on their ex five years later?

But he’s way too busy feeling dizzy with the sudden blood that rushes to his cock. His mouth feels dry, and he can barely breathe right with the way his heart is pounding against his ribs. God, he almost came to your words alone. 

Those words had him wrapped around your finger just like that, he would do just about anything for you, right now.

“Get over here,” Chris manages to breathe out between shallow hisses. 

“Chris—“ 

“For the love of God, just shut up and kiss me—“ The words come out way too intense and violent. He wants to apologise, but is quickly shut down by your lips on his. 

And it feels like everything is right. 

Time stops the very moment your mouth touches his, lips moulded against each other perfectly. 

He completes you, like he always did. 

Chris cups the back of your neck, pulling you into his body and you gently sit on his stomach, careful not to put your whole weight on his body. 

Holding you so tight, his kiss is fervent, savouring every second of it as if it could fade any moment. Maybe this was another dream. Even if it were, he was going to enjoy every second of it. 

He would have you again even if it were just a dream.

When his tongue forces its way into your mouth, you sigh into his lips. He can feel your chest pressed against his, thin sleep shirt doing nothing to conceal your figure. Not that he was a stranger to any of it, every inch of you was memorised, carved into his brain.

You tangle your fingers into his hair and it feels just as incredibly soft as it looks, sliding like silk between your digits as you scratch at his scalp like you know he loves. 

“Take— Mhhm— Take it off—“ Chris whines into your lips, pulling at your shirt, struggling to maneuver without the use of his right hand. 

You part your kiss, laughing softly and that sound sends a thrill down his entire body.

Once the shirt is off, you’re suddenly self-conscious. I mean, you’re no longer twenty-one and the things that used to be perky and smooth are now all flabby and textured. Even though time has passed for the both of you, it seems like Chris only looks more beautiful. 

But he looks at you with such an adoring gaze, admiring every element that makes up the masterpiece that is you. Drinking in every new mark on your skin, he wants to burn this image into his eyes, just in case he can never be blessed with this sight again. 

A part of him wants to wallow in self-pity, the idea of your body changing, of you changing, away from his eyes is painful.

But, for now, he’s going to lay in your curves and take everything he missed.

His tongue runs hot along your neck and your body tingles with want. No other man, no other person ever had such a grip on you like Chrstopher. 

“God—“ You sigh, “I need you, Chris, right now—“ 

He groans.

“I know, baby. But I need to get you ready and wet for me.” 

“I’m dripping.” You confess. “I’ve been wet since you took off your fucking shirt and I had to touch you.” 

He pulled you into a kiss so harsh the bed creaked. God, you were crazy, he was insane and you were both driving each other into madness. 

Biting your lips, you steady your body on his good shoulder and position yourself. Chris sighs at the sight of your dripping cunt hovering so close to his throbbing member.

Slowly, inch-by-inch, you lower your body onto his member,welcoming the stretch with a shy mewl. He fills you up, more than you’d thought, much better than you remembered. 

Every second you’re not moving feels torturous to him. Feeling your walls clamp around cock, so wet and warm and perfect, he has to will himself not to cum right then and there.

You start your slow movements up and down, easing yourself into a pace that feels right.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” Chris blurts out between breathy whimpers.

You laugh it off. 

“Last night.” 

“what?”

“I had a dream—Ngh.— I dreamt you were around me just like you were now.” 

You smile, your walls clenching at the idea of his desire for you. Chris thinking about you in his most intimate moments.

“Is—“ You sigh, “Is it as good as your dream?” 

“No—“ He hisses and your smile fades. “It’s so much better. So much better. I forgot how perfect you were. So perfect.”

The compliment goes straight to your cheeks, heat spreading through your skin and pooling on your chest. You’d be perfect for him, always would. 

“yeah?” You breathe out, quitting your bouncing for a second to circle your hips. The friction it provides to your clit is more than enough to take away any restraint you had left.

Chris nods, whining at the lack of movement. 

Leaning forward, you take his pouty lips in a sweet, quickened peck. His hand tightly grips your waist, fingers lightly tracing at your skin, following your slow pace. 

From your lips leaks a tempting prayer of his name, slurry and breathless. 

He drinks in the sight of your concentrated expression, eyebrows pulled in together as you slide your body up and down so diligently to make him feel good. 

Tracing along your waist, his hands find your ass and he can’t help but knead at your skin, giving it a good slap.

You yelp, not holding back your giggle at the surprise slap. 

And at the sound of your saccharine laughter, Chris feels the hole in his soul be repaired with the dripping honey of your existence, tightly woven with your mischievous smiles and side-eyed smirks.

Chris wraps his arm around your back and brings you tight to his chest, your body is so hot pressed against his, every curve and outline fits together. He takes your lips in a heated kiss, humming sweetly into your throat.

You would be able to hear how desperately his heart pounded against his chest if it weren’t for your own loud heartbeat pouring at your ribcage. 

Every time you raise your hips to the very tip of his member only to bottom out in one-go, Chris throws his head back with a long whine. His broken sighs spark up electricity down your body and straight to your core, he feels so absolutely dizzying inside of you, so full, you feel every inch of him. 

“I—“ He chokes, “‘M not gonna last long.” 

“Oh, thank god. Me either,” You breathe out into a quiet laugh, thankful you won’t have to keep shooing away your orgasm. “C’mon— Ah! Give it to me—“ You lick your lips at the thought of his cum painting your walls. “Fill me up, been too long, mhm? Make sure it doesn’t leak out.” 

You see the way he bites his lips, his hips meeting yours with unrestrained strength. 

Oh, he will give it all to you. 

His lips crash into yours as you both reach your limits, the exploding release flooding your brain with nothing but endorphin. 

Sitting quietly, you feel the way his member convulses inside you, its last strings spurting out lazily into your walls. Every twitch has you clenching around his sensitive cock; His hisses are a great sign you should control your pussy. 

Trying his best to wrap both of his arms around you, Chris pulls you tighter into his chest, pressing a kiss to your hair. 

The weight of your tired silhouette laying on his chest feels absolutely right. The thrumming of your racing heart against his, settling into synchronized rhythms. You belonged there. You always would. 

When he feels you wriggling, Chris sighs, pulling you tighter, “Don’t— Don’t leave me.”

You close your eyes, willing away every ounce of your body that misses him, you can’t do this to yourself. No, this will probably just be a one-time thing and when he gets better, he will leave you, again. 

“Chris—“ 

“I bought it so I could smell like  you.” His voice is hoarse and hesitant, a silent whisper that instantly relaxes your body.

“What?”

“The shampoo. The stupid shampoo. I bought it after we broke up because I couldn’t fucking sleep unless my pillowcase smelled like honey and cocoa.” He regrets it as soon as the words leave his lips.

But you lay there, floored. Before you even realise, the dam breaks and you’re sobbing. You’re so goddamn happy he missed you as much as you missed him.

Celebrating your 35th birthday meant getting woken up by happy little screams and the absolute sweetest giggles filling your ears. You groaned, silently mourning a good night’s rest.

The past week had been filled with nothing but aversion to that dreaded saturday. What were Birthdays but a constant reminder that you were only getting older? Wasn’t the white hair you found last month enough?

But now, groggily opening your eyes to immediately lock your sight on the three mischievous silhouettes by the door, you can’t help but smile.

“She’s awake, get her!” Your husband cries out, setting out your two very enthusiastic twins running to your bed.

They jump onto your bed, expertly crawling toward you and bombarding your face with sweet little kisses. You laugh under their love-bombing, tiny faces rubbing against your cheeks.

Christopher watches by the bedside, holding up the tray of birthday breakfast with a loving gaze glued to his face. 

You’d gotten married not long after your reunion and Chris had started making his own music, producing independently. Most artists he’d worked with before actually followed him into his freelance days, making the transition much smoother. 

Two of his fellow producers joined in on that adventure and they were far more successful than either could’ve predicted. You’d bought a house for renovation after your promotion, planning on doing it all together. Too bad you’d find out soon about your pregnancy, Christopher refused to let you lift a single finger your entire gestation.

“Come on, come on, boys, let mummy breathe,” at the sound of their father’s voice, the twins cease their kisses and take a seat by your feet so Chris can set the table over your lap.

“Happy birthday, honey, I love you,” He kisses your lips, sitting by his sons at the foot of the bed.

“What is this? Oh my goodness!” You exclaim, eyeing the spread of fruit-filled pancakes and syrup, eggs, bacon, orange juice. A breakfast of royalty.

“Happy birthday, mummy! We love you!” Your youngest chimes in, absolutely melting your heart. 

Looking at your sons, you smile. Both an absolute carbon copy of their daddy, from their heads of curly black hair to their little toes. They’d be turning four sooner than you’d wish, hoping your babies would never grow up. No day would ever be bad when you have your three boys. 

“Come here, my babies,” You coo, humming as your boys crash against your chest and you nuzzle your nose on their curly heads. “Thank you, babies, I love you.” You kiss your eldest, “And you,” You kiss your youngest, “So, so much.” 

They giggle in your arms, “What about daddy?”

“Well, I’m still not sure.”

They laugh even harder much to the chagrin of your husband.

“Come on, boys, whoever’s dressed first gets a chocolate chip cookie.” 

And with that they’re far gone from your embrace and out of the door in a hurry. Christopher joins you in bed with a chuckle. 

“What was that?”

“Mum and Dad got the kids for today, which means you and I, have a full day of doing absolutely nothing,” He winks, stealing a strawberry from your pancakes.

You moan at the sound of that, “Oh my God, I love you,” Leaning over you kiss his lips and cheeks, ecstatic at the sound of a day off. 

“Oh, so now, you love me?” Faking hurt, he puts a hand to his hip.

“That’s up for debate,”

“Oh, yeah? You and I need to get working on the boys’ birthday present today,”  Chris says, leaning over to kiss your neck.

Mouthful of pancakes and whipped cream, you furrow your brows. “What did they ask for?” 

“A little sibling.”

You choke on your food, whipping your head to stare at him, “They’re spending too much time with your friends.” 

He laughs at that, fingers tracing circles on your forearm. “They’ll be joining school soon, don’t you miss having a little one?”

“God don’t remind me of that,” You whine, “Maybe I’ll have two girls, I won’t be outnumbered anymore.”

Christopher laughs, mind wondering what your daughters would look like. Oh, he loved that idea. “I’m not opposed to that. I’ll throw them the best princess tea parties.” 

You smile, leaning over to kiss your husband. 

“Daddy! I was ready first!”

“No, daddy! I was.”

Duty calls.

“I’ll be right back,” He whispers, giving you a kiss of stolen birthday strawberry and whipped cream, “I love you.”

“Mhm. I love you, too.”

You watch the love of your life run to find your sons to give them their reward as you enjoy your amazing birthday-breakfast in bed. You’d just been named the head leader for the newest project and Chris’s trio had reached the Top 10 on billboard. You couldn’t imagine more well-behaved, loving sons, even if they were just copies of their daddy.

A lot changed in the past decade, but one thing will always be constant.

You’ll love Christopher Bahng forever.

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[andysorbit]

Chess, Not Checkers (M)

non idol Chan x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mild spanking, fingering, oral sex (female receiving)

word count : 1k

"Mr. Bang... does this skirt make my butt look big?" You ask softly. You want his attention but he's scrolling on his phone.

"Hmm... yeah it kinda does I think... come here. I need a better look," he says as he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. He sets his phone down beside him and gives you his undivided attention.

You walk over to him, "I don't think I like how I look in this," You say with a pout, "I'm gonna change."

"Well, hey... now wait a minute. You asked for my opinion so let me have a look and then we can talk about it... turn around for me," he says with a playful lilt of his voice.

You spin around and hope that he notices your thong as your skirt catches some air and raises a bit.

"Uh uh. Slower," he hums. You spin slower and he grips your hips once you've turned to face away from him.

"Yeah... I love this skirt," he mumbles more to himself.

"So my butt does look bigger in it?" You ask.

"Well... not bigger... I think it just sort of accentuates your ass in a really nice way... I'm inclined to lift this slutty little skirt up and have a look at what you've got hiding under here... can daddy take a peak?" Chan's voice is soft and so playful.

"Yes... please," You whisper.

"Okay then let's have a look," he hums as he raises the back of your skirt up to expose your bare cheeks, "Oh... aren't you as pretty as ever."

He gives your ass cheeks a slap before soothing the heated skin with soft rubs and squeezes, "Are you sure you wanna go out tonight? You can't tell your friends you've caught a cold or something?" he asks as his lips pepper kisses over your left cheek and then your right.

"Noooooo... Christopher, don't do this to me again," You plead weakly.

He chuckles and scoffs at you playfully, "Don't you call me Christopher. You only call me that when you're mad at me."

"I am mad at you... you won't just let me go... you're making this hard," You mutter.

Chan doesn't stop licking and biting at the skin on your ass, "And you're making me hard... come lean over the bed."

He stands up and you take his place; leaning over the bed, you lower your torso and rest on your forearms as you raise your ass up to meet him. He yanks your thong down to your thighs and gives your ass a slap.

"That's right, princess... face down, ass up," he praises you before tossing your phone onto the bed beside you, "Call your friends- right now and tell them you're probably gonna be late."

"Chris... please. I don't wanna be late. Come on," You beg.

Chan's fingers stroke against your folds, "You could still make it on time if you do as I say... I'll even drive you there so I know you'll be safe and on time but you're going to get on that phone and call that nosy friend of yours and you're gonna tell her that you're probably gonna be late... your only other option is to tell her that you won't be coming at all so what's it gonna be?"

"I have to tell her right now?" You ask as you feel yourself falling tame to his dominance.

"That's what I said... right now and while you do that... I'm gonna play with this needy little pussy," he purrs as his fingers dip into you and slowly pump in and out.

You reluctantly call your friend.

"Put it on speaker," Chan orders you.

You pray she doesn't answer but of course she does.

"Please don't tell me you're not coming!" she pleads.

"Oh, she's coming," Chan chuckles quietly.

"No, girl! I am! I promise I just... my makeup isn't... it's not coming out right. I uh... I dunno it's... just... fuck!" You say as carefully as you can. Chan's fingers press against your spot and you almost cry out.

"Don't stress yourself. Minimalism is always in, sis. Or just ditch the makeup. You already know you're gorgeous either way," she says.

"Ah... thank you," You mumble.

When you feel Chan's tongue replace his finger, you gasp, "Christopher Bang, would you stop it?" You plead desperately.

"What the hell is going on?" your friend asks quickly; the concern in her voice would be amusing if you weren't trying not to whimper into the phone.

Chan's tongue eases in and out of you and he positions you with your legs spread wider before sucking on your clit.

"No... he just fucking... he's touching my makeup again- Chris... please... please," You mumble.

"Well, girl, get it together and tell him to stop playing around. We're here so get a move on," she laughs.

"Yeah... of course... I'll be there soon. Bye," You breathe before hanging up.

You scream into the mattress.

"'Christopher Bang would you stop it?'" he mocks you teasingly, "That doesn't sound like 'please, daddy' to me... Not even close if I'm being totally honest... Fuck... I love eating this pussy from the back." He presses a kiss to your pulsing cunt

"Daddy, please... please! Fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck!" You scream into the mattress and Chan slaps your ass. "Do you think I could ruin this hot little cunt before you go? How much can I break you before you leave?" he asks as he raises your ass up a little more. He doesn't pace himself at all and he slams into you.

"Daddy- fuck- it... fucking hurts," You choke out as you arch your back and push back to meet his hips.

"Yeah it fucking hurts but here you are pushing back on it and rutting yourself against me like a bitch in heat. You love it when I treat you like a little ragdoll... I'm gonna put a fucking baby in you. Gonna breed that dirty little pussy," he growls as his hips slam against you.

"I don't- wanna... fucking... g-go," You whimper.

"Oh no, sweetheart. You're going. You're gonna take this dick and then you're gonna take every drop of my cum and you're gonna keep it deep in that pussy... I'm gonna be with you- inside you- all fucking night," Chan says as he pulls you up to lean against the firmness of his chest.

"Please, daddy!" You cry out, "I- I can stay home! Please! Let me- let me... daddy, let me stay home... please... I wanna stay home with- with you, daddy!" You beg.

Chan shoves your face back into the mattress, "No... no. I'm gonna wear this little cunt out and every time you sit down, you're gonna think about me... you're gonna think about my cock and how good I'm making you feel and when you get home, I'm gonna wreck you all over again. Do you understand me?"

He knows you're not in any shape to answer him and he lands another slap to your ass just because he can and continues slamming into you.

Each thrust pulls a desperate cry from you, "Daddy," You muffle against the mattress as he pounds into you even harder.

"Yeah just keep that pretty ass in the air... daddy's so fucking close... fuck," he pants.

Your bodies are damp and his hips stutter before he finally releases inside you.

"There you go, love," he sighs as he pulls out and eases your thong back up.

"Daddy... I... I didn't cum... please," You whimper as you turn around to look at him from you spot on the bed.

Chan pulls you to your feet and pats your cheek softly,

"I know... that's why I said I was gonna wreck you again later... you thought you could tease me before you left and I'd be foaming at the mouth just dying for you to get back but no... I'm playing chess, not checkers, little girl. Now hurry up and finish getting ready so you're not late."

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