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[chxncinth]

THIS MAN IS SO MF FINEEEEE UGHHH

raised from the dead just to die again

[chxncinth]

cowboy!jaehyun who you meet at a country bar. you weren’t the type to fall in love at first sight, but fuck was this man attractive. all 5’11 inches of him. you also weren’t the type to fuck at first sight, but well, shit happens.

“as much as your ass looks good in these jeans, i just wanna take ‘em off.” his hands slip into the waistband of your jeans, grabbing a good handful of your ass.

“strip me, baby.” you whisper in his ear, your own hands moving to unbutton his shirt. he moves your hands away and before you can say anything he’s taking your hand and pulling you through the crowd, out the bar.

“is it okay if we take it somewhere private?” he turns to look at you with a smile. “wouldn’t want an audience to see how good i’m gonna fuck you.”

and fuck you he did, doggy style in his truck, so good you cried.

“think you’re up to ride, baby doll?” he sits back, legs spread and arms spread out the back of the seats. how inviting and delicious he looks. you smile and straddle his lap.

“for you always, honey.”

-

at some point his hat ended up on your head, mid ride. which you didn’t even realize too busy bouncing on his cock with his hands on your ass, guiding you. holding on to his hand, you slow the pace so you’re now slowly moving your hips in a circle, feeling him deeper.

“i’m gonna cum, wanna cum.” you breathe, guiding his hands to feel on your chest.

“go on and cum then, doll. cum on this cock.” taking your tits in his hands, he gives them a squeeze leaning forward to lick and bite on your nipples.

the feel of his lips on you was enough to bring you to release. bringing your hands up to his hair, you pull on the strands, bringing his head back for a kiss. lifting yourself off him, you bring a hand down to jerk him off. he looks down just in time to see the squirts of cum landing on both your stomachs.

he throws his head back and sighs. out of breath, sweaty, and the truck now stuffy, but both of you satisfied.

“you really do know how to ride like a cowgirl.”

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NCT

jeno

Sugar and Spice

[chxncinth]

Sugar and Spice

pairing: jealous dom bf!jeno x fem!reader

plot: you never would have thought that an innocent evening out to your favorite restaurant in the city would lead to your boyfriend punching the living daylights out of a man and then driving back home to fuck you to edge of your wits, but here we are.

genre: angst, fluff, smut (MDNI!!!)

warnings: p in v, vibrators, oral (m. receiving), no protection (wrap it before you tap it!), choking, slight manhandling, mirror sex, bondage, breeding kink, creampie, facial, overstimulation, squirting, daddy kink, nicknames

wc: 2.6k

notes: yeah… idk what happened here but i’m back!

With a hint of a smile playing on his lips and a hand on the small of your back, Jeno led you to your usual table in the corner of the restaurant.

You took your seat in the chair he pulled out for you, thanking him softly. He sat down across from you and took your hand that was resting on top of the table, running the pad of his thumb across the back.

A relaxing dinner was just what needed now, especially after a long day at your work. Good for you that you just so happened to have a boyfriend who was always lucky. Jeno had called the restaurant just 15 minutes before you two started the drive downtown and somehow managed to secure your table even on a busy Friday night. You have no clue how he did it but you definitely weren’t complaining.

A waiter came to your table and the two of you ordered a bottle of red wine along with some canapés to start off while you continued to browse through the main courses. 

The light orchestra music in the background was the perfect accompaniment to your conversation about your week. Just as you were beginning to talk about how one of the partners at your law firm had received a DUI case and had pushed you to take care of it despite the hefty pile of cases on your desk, a man came over to your table.

“Hi,” he said, ignoring Jeno and only looking at you. A sleazy smile took over the stranger’s face. “I saw you walk in from the other side of the restaurant and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you look. If you want, I can definitely show you a better night than this guy.” He finally addressed a seething Jeno with a slight tilt of his neck. 

Jeno abruptly stood up, facing the man. “Hi. You must be blind because I’m the one she’s here with, not you. So do us all a favor and get your tiny dicked self back over to your own table. She’s not interested.”

You were simply amused at that point, enjoying how jealous Jeno got over you. He was usually so put-together and polite that seeing this side of him every so-often had detrimental effects on your body— you could already feel the heat building down there.

The stranger scoffed and eyed your boyfriend up and down. “Man, who the fuck are you talking about? The lady can speak for herself.”

You dryly looked up at him and tilted your head. “The lady says you’re too ugly,” you said and then scanned his body, zeroing in on his crotch. “And too small.”

The man’s eyes flared with anger and he took a step toward you, hand raised and open, ready to slap you. “You bitch—!” 

You flinched but he was promptly cut off by Jeno landing a punch to the side of his face. Your eyes widened and after a moment of stunned silence you finally stood up to hold onto Jeno to make sure the situation didn’t escalate anymore. The man stumbled slightly and groaned but before he could do or say anything else, Jeno grabbed your belongings and dragged you out of the restaurant to your car. 

The two of you got in and you immediately turned to him to make sure he was ok. Aside from a small cut and swelling on his knuckles, he seemed to be fine. You became surprised when he suddenly pulled his hand away from yours and started driving back to your house. His face was stony and his fist was closed so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. 

“Baby—“

“Not now.”

You took the hint and remained quiet for the rest of your drive, staring down at your hands that were still slightly trembling after the events. You had been scared even though you knew Jeno would never let anyone hurt you.

When you arrived home and walked inside, ready to grab a quick snack and put the night behind you, Jeno grabbed your arm and dragged you into your bedroom. He closed the door behind the two of you, pushing you down onto the bed with one hand and pulling off his tie to throw it onto the ground with his other. He stood in front of you and unbuttoned his shirt halfway before he let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair in anger.

“Fuck baby, I’m still so mad… can’t believe he tried to fucking hit you,” Jeno said, leaning down and pulling you in by the back of your neck so that your lips could meet in a bruising kiss. “You’re mine and only mine. No one else’s, isn’t that right?”

You whimpered softly and nodded, hand moving up to tangle into his hair as his own moved down your body and spread your legs open to rub you over your panties. 

“Didn’t even get to try these out tonight, huh?” He said, talking about your panties. They were special— vibrating ones— that Jeno had gotten for you and the two of you had a plan to try them out tonight only for it to be ruined. “That’s fine, we can try them out now.”

Your eyes widened as he stepped backwards and opened your locked drawer to pull out some rope. 

“Jeno, please—“

“Strip for me princess. Quickly.”

You decided to not go against his orders tonight, your brain too tired to deal with his usual punishments. You pulled the dress and lacy bra you were wearing up and over your head and threw the both of them onto the ground. Jeno smirked in satisfaction at your compliance and moved towards you, taking your arms and tying them together tightly behind you. 

He then grabbed the remote from his pocket and clicked down on it once. The sudden vibrations had you gasping, body shaking at the intensity. 

“God, I would’ve given anything to see you like this at the restaurant. Eating your food and sipping on your wine while trying so hard to act like you weren’t on the verge of cumming for me. Lay down for me baby.”

You took a deep breath and laid down on your back, staring as your devilishly handsome boyfriend took a step towards you, unbuckling his belt. You moaned softly and closed your eyes, the vibrations from your panties leaving you right on the edge of your orgasm, but not enough to tip you over. 

“Come on baby, cum for me. Then I’ll let you have whatever you want.” Jeno outstretched his hand and slowly trailed his fingers from your stomach up— chest, collarbones, neck, chin— he left a burning sensation along your skin and you couldn’t help but moan louder, begging for more of anything he was willing to give you. He smiled in response, enjoying effect he had on you. Jeno leaned down to nip your neck, alternating between small licks and bites, just the way you liked it. Suddenly you were hurtling towards your climax, gasping at the intense feeling. You came for him just as he captured your lips in a kiss, your broken moans of pleasure being swallowed up by him greedily. He wanted it all. 

You smiled dazedly once you came down from your high and then looked at your boyfriend to see that he was still clothed. The intense feeling of want rushed back to you. “Jeno, please… need your cock.”

Jeno grinned as he fiddled with the zipper of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers so that his cock sprung up and slapped against his abs. He was extremely hard, the veins along his cock so prominent that you were salivating just at the thought of him being inside of you eventually. You sat up slightly and leaned forward to let a glob of spit fall onto his cockhead. Jeno groaned and grabbed your hair in his fist to pull you further forward. 

“Fuck baby, is my good girl gonna suck me off? You just came for me and now you’re gonna let me take your throat?” he said, tilting his head back with a smirk as he watched how desperate you were for him. He loved this, the control he had on you in the bedroom, the way you would let him do anything to you because you knew it would lead to mind-numbing pleasure. 

You nodded brokenly as you stuck your tongue out, the muscle tracing along his veins and then eventually closing your mouth around him. He grabbed onto your hair and pulled your head towards him, his cock pushing further into your mouth. You tried to relax to take him in deeper and tried your best not to gag. 

“God, all of your holes are so wet and tight princess,” he grunted out while he used his hand that was fisted in your hair to continue to move your mouth along his dick. “All for me. Gonna cum on your pretty little face and then you’ll lick it up, won’t ya?”

You moaned and bobbed your head up and down in a nod, desperately fighting against the ropes that restrained your hands. Jeno used you as much as he wanted, thrusting in and out of your mouth. The mental image of all of his cum painted on your face was enough to push him to the edge and he pulled you off his cock as he started to use his hand to cum. 

“Gonna cum for you baby, don’t waste it yeah?” 

You hummed and closed your eyes as you opened your mouth. Jeno groaned as he came, strings of his cum falling all over your face, some of it even landing in your hair and on your tits. You swallowed what landed in your mouth and grinned dopily at him when your tongue flicked out to lap up some drops.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you say, eyelashes fluttering up at him. Jeno grins and moves to take off the ropes around your wrists amused with how much you needed him. You immediately pull off your soiled panties and toss them to the side. 

“Is one orgasm not enough for you Y/N?” he asks as he pushes you to lay down on the bed. He crawls towards you and fists his cock slightly— he was hard again. 

“When has one ever been enough for me? Wanna take your cock and cum all over it,” you gasp slightly as he lines himself up with your sopping wet entrance and pushes in slowly, the stretch from just the tip burning in the most delicious way possible. 

Jeno smirks and leans down to whisper in your ear as he bottoms out, barely giving you a chance to adjust before he’s pulling out and pushing in again. “I’ll let you do that and I’ll give you all of my cum as well. Gonna get you nice an’ round an’ full of me, how’s that sound princess?”

There’s no way you can respond to him because Jeno starts fucking into you at what could only be described as an animalistic pace. The headboard hits the wall loudly with each thrust and your nails are scratching all over his back, trying to hold on for dear life. Jeno growls and pushes your legs up move next to his ears. He loved fucking you in a mating press, the position letting him fuck you as deep as possible. Jeno grunted as your hand trailed down to touch your chest, pinching and pulling on your nipples for extra stimulation. 

“Fuck baby, you look perfect for me like this,” Jeno groaned at the sight of you. Your makeup was completely ruined from a mixture of his cum and your tears and your mascara left black tracks along your cheeks. Your lips were parted in a perfect ‘O’ as Jeno repeatedly fucked into you deeper, his balls slapping against your ass. 

Jeno suddenly pulled out from you, causing you to clench around nothing and whimper at the loss. He pulled you up and carried you over to the dressing table, flipping you over so that you were lying on the surface and could see yourself in the mirror. 

“Needed ya’ to see how perfect you look for me,” Jeno said as he pushed back inside of you and continued fucking into you as if he never stopped. Your head started to droop down, but Jeno didn’t let it, his hand coming up to close around your neck and keep your head up. “Nuh-uh baby, gotta keep lookin’ at yourself. Keep lookin’ at me fuck you.”

You let out a scream at a particularly hard thrust. It made you see stars, head dizzy from the amount of pleasure you were being given in such a short amount of time. “Ngh, Jeno baby… please!”

“Please what princess? Wanna cum already?” His hand around your neck tightened slightly, cutting off some of your oxygen supply and making you feel even more lightheaded in the best way possible. All of your senses became heightened and you nodded frantically as you felt that familiar ball of tension in your lower stomach grow tighter and tighter with each thrust. 

“Alright baby, you’ve been so good all day. Cum for me.”

You screamed as you came, your orgasm being one of the most intense ones you’d ever had in your life. Jeno fucked you through it and groaned as you continued to twitch and unconsciously clench tighter around him. You looked down to see that you hadn’t just came around him, but you had squirted everywhere. Now it made sense why that orgasm was more earth-shattering than usual. 

“God, Y/N, you make it so hard to stop fucking you,” Jeno said as he kept thrusting into you, letting go of his grip around your neck in order to grab your hips and piston himself in and out of you. You let out a combination of screams and moans at how overstimulated you were but Jeno didn’t stop his thrusts. He was determined to cum in you. You let your head drop down onto the surface of the dressing table, mouth falling open and drooling as your moans never stopped.

“Mm, Daddy, gon’ cum again!” Your noises fell in line with Jeno’s as his thrusts got sloppier and sloppier. His hand sneaked around your body and he started to rub your swollen clit in time with each thrust. 

“I’m cumming with you baby. Gonna paint your pretty pussy walls white with my cum,” Jeno grunted into your ear as the two of you fell apart again. His cum shot into you as you gripped around him impossibly tighter. 

As you came down from your highs, your eyes drooped and Jeno carried you over to the bed, still in you. He pulled out when he laid you down on the bed, watching the mixture of both of your cum drip out of your puffy pussy. He scooped it up with his fingers and gently pushed it back in, fucking it in slightly while he looked up at you.  

“Don’t let a drop go to waste, yeah? I told you I was gonna get you all pregnant for me and I can’t wait baby.”

You giggled softly and with the little energy you had left in you, your hand moved up to comb through your boyfriend’s hair. “I can’t wait either.”

Jeno grinned, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

He stood up and walked into your bathroom to grab a towel that he wet in the sink. He came back and started to wipe your body down, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to move any more. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can sleep, ok?”

You nodded, a smile on your lips as your eyes gradually fluttered shut, feelings of warmth and happiness floating around in the air.

[chxncinth]

do you guys ever look at pictures or videos of certain celebrities and then catch yourself smiling so hard because of them that you feel pained knowing that you'll never actually meet them irl? because i do.

[chxncinth]

[11:24pm]

pairing: domestic!felix x reader

genre: fluff

description: it’s been a long day and felix helps you wash your hair.

warnings: none

wc: 613

notes: kinda inspired by a combo of the all-night skz episode where they wash each other's hair and what i aspire for my future relationship to be like lol

sighing deeply, you punched in the numeric passcode to your apartment. it unlocked and you pushed the door open.

“i’m home,” you said tiredly, slipping off your heels and putting on the house slippers.

you walked in and saw felix sitting on the couch, back hunched over and letting out soft snores.

a smile made its way onto your face as you set your bag on the ground and tiptoed around the couch so as to not wake him. you sat on the edge and simply stared at him.

it was surprising that simply looking at his face could remove the immense weight off your shoulders, even after four years of being together.

you impulsively ran a hand through his hair, the smooth locks welcoming your fingers. he stirred slightly and opened his eyes.

“hi honey,” you said, leaning closer to press a kiss to his forehead.

a sleepy smile graced his features as he moved closer to you, snuggling up like a baby.

“how was work?“ felix asked.

the deep timber of his voice served to help you relax even more and you sighed softly, hand moving up to run through his blonde hair.

“the worst. my boss kept yelling at me so i ended up working more than i thought i initially would.”

felix pouted sympathetically and stood up, stretching his limbs out.

“why don’t i help you wash your hair?” he asked, extending an arm out for you to take hold of.

“oh, that sounds amazing,” you said, holding his arm lazily.

he smiled and gathered you in his arms, taking you to your bathroom. felix sat you down on the counter and slowly started to unbutton your blouse, sliding it off your arms to leave you in your bra and slacks.

your eyes were starting to close at that point but you tried your best to keep them open while looking at your boyfriend setting up a stool in front of the bathtub for you to lie down on while he washed your hair.

“come here,” he beckoned to you once he got the right temperature for the water.

you pushed yourself to jump off the counter and over to the tub. you pressed a light kiss on the tip of felix’s nose and sat down so that your head rested in the side of the tub.

“oh!” felix said and ran out of the bathroom.

your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion until he came back in holding his phone.

“you’re so cute baby,” you said with a smile across your face.

he flushed and looked down at the phone as he found a soft playlist to play while you tried to relax.

setting the phone on the counter, he walked over and crouched down to fiddle with the shower head. 

you shivered slightly at the feeling of water on your scalp even though it was a comfortable temperature. 

felix immediately checked on you, making sure that you were okay. you simply nodded and closed you eyes as he massaged your head.

the stream of water stopped for a moment and you heard him open your bottle of shampoo and pour some on your head. his hands then came back to massage the product into your hair soothingly.

“i love this,” you sighed as he worked at the spot that had been hurting since the morning.

felix giggled softly and leaned down to kiss you.

“and i love you y/n.”

you opened one eye and stared right at his face as he did his best to avoid your glare.

“who taught you to be this cheesy?”

“changbin,” felix replied without missing a beat and you couldn’t argue with that.

[chxncinth]

fuck. me. six. ways. to. sunday.

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🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 ... 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, phone sex, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), masturbation, overstimulation, edging, praise, body worship, dry humping, degradation 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is absolute dog but i just can’t stop thinking about how hot chan and minho would sound like so please forgive 😭 reblog for a kiss, feedback is much appreciated!

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

extremely vocal, especially when it comes to praise

constantly tells you how pretty you look when you’re taking his cock so well <3

generally very soft and sweet during sex

can get really messy with it when he’s about to cum though 

will sloppily groan into your cunt once your fingers tangle and tug on his hair, his own keeping your pretty folds spread open nice and stretched for him to fuck his tongue into - his other hand fisting around his dick and everything is just so filthy 

he’s letting out the most vile moans while kissing your pussy, cum and spit dripping from his chin and every sound he lets out against you drumming against your folds and just edging you further and further towards orgasm

sometimes he wishes you could see how cock dumb you look in these moments :(

will always remind you how well you’re doing for him no matter how rough he goes with you, especially once he catches sight of those cute tears welling up in your eyes 

let’s out a small tut and catches them on the pad of his thumb ever so softly, cock still fucking deep into and you almost wanna curse him out for being so soft with you while his dick is busy ruining your cunt

sometimes buries his head into your neck to muffle his own groans, wanting to hear how good he’s making you feel instead

his words come out extremely rushed and slurred when he’s about to cum

wants nothing more than to soak up your little whimpers and gasps and the cute little twitch in your face when you’re about to spill but he’s soso pussy drunk rn so don’t be surprised that he can’t stfu 

“doing so well for me sweetheart, just hold on a little longer.”

“god you’re so pretty, wanna fill you up so bad.” 

^ a personal fav of his!! he just loves how pretty you look when his cum is dripping past your folds and onto the sheets

the sight of his cum staining your skin really gets him going, you can’t change my mind

also loves the slight look of humiliation that takes over your face when you catch sight of it, crossing your legs in embarrassment but he’ll always be there remind you who you belong to :(

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

extremely mean with his words

especially when you’re sucking on his cock so prettily, he can’t help but get a little carried away and spew absolute filth into your ears

will tangle his hand in your hair, fucking his hips forward to force himself further down your throat and will literally laugh straight in your face once he hears you gagging around him

“aw, is it too much for you baby? i know you can handle it, you’re practically begging for it.”

“c’mon sweetheart, i know you just can’t wait to be filled with my cum so take it.”

has such a bite to his words but you can’t even find it in yourself to be mad at him when he’s fucking your mouth so well and good

let’s out the deepest grunts when he feels himself at the back of your throat and will only urge you to take him even deeper

even when you claim you can’t

actually kinda thrives when you try to resist and dig your pretty nails into his thighs, the sting making him hiss out and he’ll have no problem pulling you off his cock just to hold your jaw open and make you swallow his spit   

cause ‘that’s the only thing little bitches like you deserve’ pls he’ll be so salty

gets r e a l l y loud when he’s about to cum 

grunts, groans, curses and tugs on your hair until there’s tears stinging your eyes 

sometimes when he’s feeling a tad nice he’ll feed you some praise 

but he’ll have to be soso pussy drunk to do so cause he really just loves to treat you like the slut you are

“take it like a good girl.”

the closet thing to praise you’ll get out of this man istg

likes having phone sex with you whenever he’s on tour cause he’s able to get you off with just his voice alone and he gets such a kick out of it

fists his cock once your whines hit his ear, coming out all strangled and choked as you fuck your finger sloppily past your folds - only half listening as he talks you through your orgasm 

“tell me how much you miss me and my cock baby, tell me how you wish i was there to stretch you out real good like you deserve.”

knows how much of an effect his voice has over you and just runs with it istg 

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

whiney

when’s he’s domming you he won’t be very vocal though 

maybe a tad demanding but that’s about it

literally just manhandles you and let’s out the occasional grunt against your flushed skin when his cock hits that spongy spot deep within your pussy - refusing to give into your begs and telling you to ‘take what he gives you’ 🤒

whenever he’s subbing you it’s a different story

he’ll be soso needy and it’ll show in his voice

can get really impatient when you tease him, rubbing your naked folds over the length of his hard cock just to push his buttons

and all he wants to do is force your hips down and finally take him until your pretty pussy is on the brink of being completely ruined

can be kinda bratty at the start, looking up at you with big eyes while his hands grab at your hips - silently begging you to finally sink down onto him and all he can do is pout once you continue to refuse 

“c’mon baby, haven’t i been good for you? think i deserve to feel you around me by now.” 

gets more desperate the longer you hold out 

“p-please, i need you so bad sweetheart. don’t y-you need me too?”

and you wanna give in so bad and finally feel his thick cock pounding into you but the sound of him stumbling over his words so cutely and his whines only getting louder with each passing second you continue to tease him only made it more fun 

the poor guy can’t take his eyes off your pussy so you eventually give in cause he’s just so pretty

throws his head back in the most <3 way

lips all bruised and loved on and the cutest whines breaking ripping past his throat as his hips fuck sloppily up into you, cock withdrawing fully only to fill you to hilt with every rut of his hips 

sometimes gets clumsy with it and misses your hole every now and again with how eager he is to finally cum 

and you just think he’s so adorable when he gets so embarrassed over it

tries maintain his whole ‘badboy’ reputation he has going for him but as soon as he gets the slightest bit of pussy withdrawals he’s turning into the whiniest mess ever :( 

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

on the more silent side when he’s wrecking your cunt 

kinda just wants to soak up all your cute begs and little gasps so he’ll hold himself back a lot

and we all know how much this guy loves to hear himself talk so it’ll be a challenge for him 😔✊

loves playing with you so much and works you up until you’re all hazy eyed and on the brink of tears

swears it’s his fav look on you 

could practically eat up those little cries and sobs you let slip when he’s toying with your aching pussy, fingers rubbing at your swollen nub and cooing down at you so mockingly as you try to cover your glassy eyes from him

if you even try to quieten yourself down he’ll do anything to make you break

will be messily eating away at your sensitive cunt, humming lowly into your heat once your sweet taste hit his tongue

all disheveled hair and glaring eyes gazing up at your from between your thighs, savouring every stutter and twitch in your face

as soon as he sees your hand itching towards your face, clamping itself over your mouth to keep your pretty sighs hidden from his ears he’ll be so >:(

turd lowly after pulling away from you, the sight of your wetness covering his chin making you wanna hide away in embarrassment but his eyes were just daring you to make a move 

slaps your cunt and says shit like

“let me hear you pretty girl.”

such sweet words filled with so much nastiness that it had you squirming under his stare

can be really into degradation too, especially when he’s been edging you for hours on end 

just loves the frustrated furrow between your brows and the little pout that sits on top of those pretty lips of yours when you don’t get your way - knowing he’s not gonna give into you anytime soon

speaks to you so condescendingly that it makes you feel so small beneath him and you can’t even bite back 

not if you wanna get dicked down that is

will continue until you’re squirming and begging for his cock and just loves how far he can push your until you’re on your knees crying that you’ll be good for him

“can’t even act like you’re not desperate for my cock for five fucking minutes huh?”

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

he won’t stfu istg 😭🤚

very much a whiner

begs will be dripping from his lips the moment he gets a mere glance at your pretty pussy

looks like he saw *god* each and everytime pls

very impatient but gets you off so well despite that

his fingers will be knuckle deep inside of you, curling them against your walls as his lips left open-mouthed kisses against your heat - sucking on your clit and being you to the edge of orgasm soso well

humps the bed sometimes cause he wants to be inside of you so bad and he just can’t help himself from whimpering out against your cunt with every soft roll of his hips into the mattress, desperate for some type of release :(

will mutter shit against you and you so badly wanna tell him to stfu but he’s eating you out like a starved man, tongue tracing your cunt and fingers pumping into your so clumsily that you can’t even wrap your head around the thought of even forming words atm

“just wanna make you cum, wanna be good for you.”

“you look so pretty, can’t wait to feel you hugging my cock.” 

slurs his words a lot and literally can’t think straight when all he wants is to be buried deep inside you  

whines, whimpers, and cries against the skin of your neck when he finally sinks into you - burying his head deeper into your shoulder to muffle his moans but you swear it does nothing to quieten this boy down 

probably have the neighbours knocking on your door every morning complaining cause he’s so loud

he just can’t help it though :( you just always feel so good for him :( 

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

big giver and very vocal

very much into body worship and praise so literally everything that leaves this guys lips will be the most endearing shit you’ve ever heard

and you don’t even know how to act when he’s like this cause it’s like,, bro,, that’s all well and cute but,, you’re currently balls deep inside of me???

and he’s just like :) i love u :) ur so pretty :)

“c’mon pretty girl, i know you can hold on for me. you’ve always been so good for me, you’re not gonna stop now huh?”

also extremely big into communication during sex

like he’ll literally be rearranging your guts and will just go

“are you okay baby? you sure it’s not too much for you? 🥺” with t h a t gaze and you just wanna melt right then and there 

almost makes you forget about the cock that was currently stretching you out so well and good

more of a groaner than anything

THE DEEPEST GRUNTS !! 

(sometimes whimpers when he’s about to cum but he’ll never admit to it)

extremely sensitive to even the slightest bit of touch will get this guy going

if you’re teasing him he’ll lose his goddamn mind

like you could be dragging your cunt against his cock, ignoring his begs for you to finally sink down onto him and he’ll be soso whiney about it with no shame 

poor boy just wants to get his dick wet :(

always mumbles sweet praises when you’re done and calls you his good girl 

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

so fucking vile with it

just likes seeing those pretty eyes of yours welling up with tears :(

the overstimulation of his nipping words and the cock that was drilling mercilessly into your tight cunt making you sob out against him and he’s eating every single whimper and whine up

100% the type to laugh straight in your face when you beg him to slow down, only for your hips to rut up against him like a bitch in heat as soon as he does 

and you just so badly wanna punch him straight in his pretty face but you also wanna get dicked down so-

can get a little carried away sometimes though and doesn’t think before he speaks when his dick is fully seated inside your dripping heat

says shit like

“tell me why you deserve to cum and i’ll think about it.”

“aw, is my baby gonna cry? let me see those tears pretty girl.”

and you can’t even think about fighting back cause the way he’s twitching inside of you and kissing against your walls was all just too much

besides his mean words he’ll be mostly quiet with the occasional groan

mostly wants to hear how well he’s ruining you

as soon as your mouth is on him though he’s all over the place 

groans, curses, fucking w h i n e s

and he hates it sm

becomes a tad nicer when his dick is in your mouth cause he’d rather cum thank you very much

“fuck your mouth feels so good, keep taking me like a good girl.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

gets extremely embarrassed during sex so he’ll hold himself back a lot

buries his face in your neck while fucking into you, muffling his moans against your warm skin

doesn’t really talk a lot except for the occasional

“so pretty for me baby, so good.”

and other shit you can’t make out cause he’s just mumbling all over the place and groaning between his words and just soso pussy drunk

just wants to hear how good he’s making you feel :(

definitely mumbles a lot and stumbles over his words the closer he is to spilling into you

furrows his brows and clenches his jaw real tight when he finally paints your plush walls in his cum, holding his grunts back and you so badly wanna tell him to relax but the way his cock was slowly softening inside of you and warming your insides with his thick cum dripping past your folds had you so cock drunk cock that you couldn’t even find it in yourself to do so

becomes so whiney when your cunt tightens around his dick, the overstimulation of having just came while you continued to milk him making him grip the sheets next to your head - whimpering into your neck and he’s soso humiliated but he can’t even find it in himself to care as begs continue to spill from his lips 

10/10 the prettiest whines ever

the type to thank you after you suck his dick <3

© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

[chxncinth]

i saw a tweet today that said that you shouldn’t sleep on just one side because it’ll make your face lopsided and it got me thinking about the few months when i used a gua sha stone really consistency. i remember proudly showing one of my best friends that my forehead lines had disappeared and tho i don’t know what reaction i expected, i remember being shocked when they were like, “but wait, those are *your* forehead lines.” and that’s the thing, isn’t it. our faces are *our* faces, our bodies are *our* bodies: they reflect who we are and how we live, beyond even our genetics. maybe the way i sleep is the reason why i can only wink with my left eye or why my right eyebrow is slightly longer than my left but why would i want to change that? if our bodies are our homes, i’d really prefer for mine to look lived in with trinkets and souvenirs and remembrances versus like a perfect fresh outta the box ikea showroom. my forehead lines and scars and birth marks and laugh lines and freckles are all memories my body has kept for me, memories that sometimes exist outside of my own awareness. beyond aesthetics, how i live in my body shapes how my body lives. my muscles remember me, my bones remember me, my skin remembers me. how could any of that be a bad thing?

[chxncinth]

Fine Line

pairing: idol!seungmin x reader

genre: fluff

description: seungmin has always been known to be a hard worker. but when he’s crossed that fine line into overworking, you make sure to take care of him and pull him back.

warnings: none

wc: 1k

Christmas was right around the corner and it was evident in the faces of your coworkers. You could see how hard everyone worked to get things done so that they could enjoy the holiday without having to worry about work.

You were the same, pushing yourself to finish task after task, so that you and Seungmin could cuddle up and enjoy good food and movies together in either your apartment or his dorm.

The ringing of your phone was what knocked you out of the headspace you went into while analyzing spreadsheets. It took you a few seconds to refocus on your surroundings.

When you did, you answered the phone call from Felix and held it up to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, do you think you could come over to the company?”

You looked at the time and frowned slightly. It was after hours but still a bit too early to pack up since all of your seniors were still working.

“Depends on the reason why,” you said.

A deep sigh came from the other end, accompanied by shuffling.

“Min’s doing it again and none of us can get him out of it this time. It’s been two days since he came back to the dorm.”

Your eyes widened as he mentioned the period of time.

Seungmin was well-known by the group and the fans to be an extremely hard worker. Because of that, he had improved exponentially since Stray Kids’ pre-debut days and was now known as one of the best 4th generation K-pop vocalists.

As much as you and the group were proud of him for how much effort he puts into honing his skills, you were also equally worried that he would tire himself out.

Now, of course Seungmin knew that overworking was bad, but there were times where he would focus so much that the fine line between hard work and overwork would become ignored. That was when you stepped in.

You knew that if you didn’t go now, he would burn out and that was something no one wanted, including Seungmin himself. But you also knew that if you did go, your colleagues would talk shit behind your back, saying things like how you think that you’re better than your seniors or that you have no respect for the company.

You weighed your options.

Go to your boyfriend or stay and work?

It was barely a debate.

You stood up abruptly as you came to the conclusion, startling the people in the cubicles next to you. After a mumbled response to Felix saying that you’d be there in 10 minutes, you started to save your work and pack your belongings.

You bowed to your boss and muttered a hasty, “I need to leave now but I’ll come in early tomorrow”.

He dismissed you with a glare and a nod, so you had no doubt that he would exaggeratedly blab to his secretary about how you rudely left.

Whatever. You’d deal with that when needed.

The short commute to the JYP building passed by quickly (with a small stop at the samgyetang place that you and Seungmin loved), mainly due to you running at full speed since your office and the building were both in Gangdong.

Felix was there at the entrance to let you in, greeting you with a quick hug and a moment to catch your breath as the two of you made your way upstairs in the elevator. There was a tense silence before you decided to ask what you really wanted to.

“How bad is it this time?”

Felix only looked at you, not able to say anything.

Your gaze shifted to the ground.

Felix led you to the practice room that Seungmin currently occupied and gave you a smile of encouragement before leaving you alone.

You knocked on the door lightly. “Minnie?”

“I’m busy.”

You hesitated for a second, “…but it’s me?”

You heard shuffling on the other side before the lock clicked and the door opened.

Seungmin looked— to put it quite frankly— terrible. His hair was unusually ruffled, the dark circles under his eyes extremely prominent, and he definitely hadn’t shaved in a while.

You reached up to cup his face with your empty hand and the dam broke.

Seungmin crumpled, falling into you without warning. You stumbled for a moment before holding onto him firmly.

“I’m so tired,” he mumbled after a while.

You took a step back to look at his haggard face.

“I know baby.”

Leading him into the practice room, you made him sit on the sofa and closed the door.

You took a seat next to him and pulled him down to lay in your lap. He exhaled heavily as you brushed your fingers through his hair.

“Have you eaten anything?” You asked him.

He shook his head and you grabbed the plastic bag filled with two boxes of samgyetang and various side dishes.

Seungmin stared blankly as you cleared the small coffee table and set the food down.

“How do you handle me?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Sighing heavily, Seungmin pressed his palms against his eyes.

“I just wonder how you have the energy to work a full time office job and take care of me.”

Turning your body to fully face Seungmin, you held his hands and pulled them away from his eyes to hold them in yours.

“I have the energy to do everything because seeing you energizes me. I get tired because of work but knowing that I get to see you at the end of the day motivates me enough to push through, even if I end up having to care for you afterwards.

“I enjoy taking care of you because I simply enjoy being next to you. That’s how my love for you is. If I had the knowledge that I would be able to be next to you for even one moment, that knowledge would satisfy me enough to help me get through whatever hardships come my way.”

You reached out to brush your fingers through his hair.

“I love you Seungmin. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re feeling down and struggling or if you’re happy. I love you no matter what, so eat the food I brought you and get some rest at home. We have holiday movies we need to catch up on tomorrow.”

[chxncinth]

okay my turn… what is your favorite jcc episode? mine is ikea

[chxncinth]

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ahhhhh i’ve been looking for thick reader fics everywhere!!! thank u so much for this mwahhh

#THICK READER FIC RECS

We need a place for all the skz x thick reader fics so I’m doing gods work and making a rec list. If you have any thick reader fics or recs please send them to me and I shall put them on the list!

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☆🥛 skz with a chubby s/o in bed by seo–changbin

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SPARKY THIS WAS SO GOOD???? I SWEAR THIS IS IN THE TOP 10 BEST THINGS I’VE EVER READ ON THIS APP. I LOVE YOU 🫶🏽

♡ A Good Bad Day ♡

Author's note: thank you for 1.5k followers! This is a reupload with edits of one my most favourite fics I've ever written. It was written around the time Chan replied to the person who asked him to pin them to the wall to say "please" and the whole fandom went feral. I only incorporated that part at the end because I was already done with the fic for my lovely ♡ chanonie ♡ from my other blog, who is now my dear friend. Enjoy ♡

Characters: Chan x Y/N

Warnings: smut, minors dni. Unprotected sex, mentions of being anxious and upset, Chan consoling y/n, mentions of loving and leaving scents, dirty talk, pet names: princess, baby, pussy eating, fingering, and a healthy appreciation of Chris' big nose. Lots of praising. Lots. Of. Praising.

All the people in your life are busy. To be fair, you are too, but the thought of burdening someone with your problems makes you grimace in annoyance with yourself. Especially at the thought of sharing your problems with your boyfriend, the certified-by-all-and-himself as the busiest individual in JYP. 

You’ve just had the lousiest day. First, it was when you forgot to turn on the charger, so your phone’s basically dead. And then of course you were late for class because alarms don’t work on dead phones, which in turn resulted in your professor making you answer all his questions throughout as compensation. You consider it public humiliation, especially because the introvert in you just hate having to talk in front of crowds and not to mention, his questions were fucking hard – you only got 1 correct out of the 7 questions he made you answer. 

Oh, one would think that’s the end of a lousy day but no, no, no. Once classes end, you finally check your social media only to be greeted with rumours of your very friendly boyfriend allegedly in a relationship with a very pretty and basically perfect female idol; hint: his best friend Sana. All because you lent her a hoodie that you forgot your boyfriend bought as a matching set for the both of you. 

Stupid y/n. Now you’re not only having a bad day but the PR team for Stray Kids and Twice, and not to mention Stray Kids and Twice themselves would probably be too. Good job, stupid brain. Way to go! 

If only you could be like Joey in his Dr. Drake Ramoray character and have a fucking brain transplant… how nice would that be? 

Because now you’re just stuck with this current brain that’s just so anxious, waiting for your boyfriend to come home, so you could apologise even when he reassured you multiple times that the little hoodie slip up happens and it’s not really a big issue because they have the best PR team when it comes to dating scandals. 

So, you do the only thing you can do, which is sit in front of the stand fan, on the floor and just watch the blades go round and round, round and round, round and round. Somehow this is the most therapeutic thing you can do right now, and if it doesn’t work, you’ll go and stare at the ten lava lamps Chan bought for you all because you mentioned to him that you like to see pretty jello-like lights. 

You really don’t know how you managed to snatch this man from every woman in this universe. But as much as you think you don’t deserve him, you’re one selfish girl who would never let him go. You would never in your right mind let this man go. Because no matter how much you mess up or how  much he does, he would always find a way to make it work. 

His understanding, although sometimes very anxious, nature is what makes the both of you work. And you want to always make it work. 

But your mind today is just filled with disappointment in yourself that you are even considering ending the relationship because Chan would be better without you, right? 

You're deep in your negative thoughts, the fan just becoming a prop in your mind rather than the distraction you badly needed. 

“The wheels in your head are moving just as fast as those blades, princess.” 

Chan’s voice startles you, making you jump in your sitting position, head nearly hitting the fan if it were not for Chan’s fast reflexes. He has a protective hand on your forehead, keeping you in place as he leaves a kiss on the top of your head. 

He plops himself onto the floor, legs spread in between you so that he could trap you in his embrace. 

“Chris,” you say, wanting to greet him properly but you can feel the heat of incoming tears coming up to your face, so you only trust yourself to say his name. 

“Hi, y/n, my pretty princess,” he says, and you can feel the smile in his words. Chan props his chin on your right shoulder, nose playfully nudging and rubbing your cheek. 

You whine, not feeling so pretty at the moment, especially not mentally. “I’m sorry, Chan,” you corak out, voice shaky, turning your head to look at your boyfriend who now has a worried look on his face. 

“I told you, baby. Everything’s okay. Especially because it’s not true. I’m not dating Sana, my best friend. I am dating y/n, the prettiest princess, my soulmate and my little hoodie stealer,” he reassures you, making you giggle a little at his last statement. 

“I didn’t mean to give her the hoodie,” you pout. “We were hanging out here and she was cold and I didn’t have other clean ones, so I gave it to her. I forgot how fans can be detectives, I should’ve been more careful,” you try to explain your side, wanting Chan to know that you really didn’t mean to cause such issues. 

“I know, pretty princess. I figured as much. But everything’s okay. It’s been taken care of,” he tells you, hand now wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Don’t worry, you trust your Channie, right? So, believe me when I say everything’s okay.” 

You nod timidly, your boyfriend’s reassuring words finally allow yourself to melt into his hold. 

“How long have you been on the floor, baby? Isn’t it cold?” Chan asks, voice laced with concern. With not much effort on his part, he slips an arm under your butt and with his other hand on your waist, he pulls you up from the floor for a brief moment as he crosses his legs and then softly places you on his lap, earning a surprised shriek from you. 

“Channie, you surprised me,” you him, pinching the non-existent fat on his arm. 

“Mmm, you love it,” the man chuckles, burying his head on the crook of your neck. “How’s your day, baby?” Chan asks like the best boyfriend that he is. 

You sigh, not knowing if you should really tell him or not. You know Chan appreciates honesty but wouldn’t push you if you didn’t want to talk about things. But his soft touch, rubbing softly on the side of your waist makes you want something else rather than talking. 

You haven’t had much alone time with him in a while. He’s been really busy, with the new album promotions and the preparations for the world tour. Chan does try to go to your apartment every night, except for when practice ends too late or when his creative juices either help him or mess with him in the studio. 

But times like this, you and him, sitting close together, being literally glued to the hip – this is rare. And you miss it. You miss him. 

“I missed you, Christopher,” you say in a whisper, neck turning to rest your forehead on his. You can see him smiling at your confession. 

“I missed you too, my princess. So so much,” he replies, his big palm resting on the side of your face, caressing softly. “How’s your day been, pretty girl?” he asks, knowing too well that it hasn’t been the best for you. You only post photos of the sky when you’re upset, despite your captions sounding cheerful and only praising how beautiful the sky looks. 

You sigh at his question. You should be the one asking him. Compared to yours, his life is pretty much a million times more hectic, more deserving of attention. 

“It’s been okay. Just not thrilled about causing a dating scandal between you and Sana,” you tell him, choosing to avoid talking about the other things that happened, which now you find miniscule in the presence of your boyfriend. 

“I told you, pretty girl. It’s okay. It’ll die down. It happens,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your nose. 

“I’m sorry, Channie,” you apologise once again, to which he makes a soft shushing sound, peppering more kisses on the side of your face. “How about you? How has your day been?” you ask. 

Chan does a little tsk sound at your question. “We always talk about me. I wanna know about your day. You know I love hearing your experiences just as much as you love hearing mine.”

“But it’s the same thing everyday for me.”

“Yet you always want to hear about what happens at the routine dance practices and vocal lessons.”

“They’re exciting!”

“Your classes and your thesis preparation presentations are exciting to me!” 

You whine at his reply. This cheeky man always knows how to get what he wants. 

“Well, today isn’t as exciting. Ready to hear it?” you huff, still feeling silly because you just know you would start crying when you tell him about your day. 

“Always ready for my princess,” he chuckles, giving you a slight nod. 

You take a deep breath, wanting to prepare yourself. You place the tip of your tongue on the roof of your mouth as preparation, in case you start tearing up. 

“Well, I forgot to turn on the power outlet for my charger, so my alarm.. It didn’t work.. And when I got to class, everyone stared, then my professor.. He.. he made me answer a lot of questions, but I can’t-” you tell him but your voice cracks when you try to tell him about the incident in class. 

You hate feeling stupid. You hate when you’re seen as stupid, especially in front of people. The anxious and humiliated feeling you felt when you couldn’t answer questions in front of a full lecture hall comes dawning back to you, and you can’t stop the tears from flowing. 

Chan panics a little at this. She must have had a really rough day, he thinks to himself. But this is good. Chan has always had to coax it out of you because you would always make sure he gets engrossed in telling you about his day. He’s glad you managed to tell him without much coaxing today, making him feel trusted. 

“Oh, princess. Slowly, slowly. You can do this,” he tells you, wanting you to finish your sentence. 

You take a deep breath, but the sobs won’t stop, so you just turn your body and straddle your boyfriend, wanting to just cling onto him and bury your face on his shoulder so he wouldn’t need to see your face. 

“My pretty princess, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he tells you, hands now on your hips as you straddle him, knowing how you need to be in his hold rather than have him try to make you talk. 

You continue sobbing, no longer feeling the need to suppress your emotions because you know Chan’s there with you. He’s there with you no matter how silly you think you’re being. 

So you sit there, on his lap, both on the floor as he rubs your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

If you thought you were being silly for having these thoughts, you feel even sillier for thinking your boyfriend wouldn’t understand. 

Chan’s your safe space, just as you are his. 

♡♡♡♡♡

“There you go,” Chan says in a cheerful voice after he helps you wash your face. “My pretty girl, let me help put on your moisturizer,” he says in a sing-song voice, making you giggle. 

You don’t say no to that, somehow the feeling of wanting to be pampered is just too strong for you to push away. Not to mention how the little splashes of water has made Chan’s shirt cling onto his chiseled body makes you pray a little, so that he would want to initiate some intimacy today in the bedroom because you’re too shy to ask. 

“Got it,” Chan announces, jogging his way back to the bathroom after taking the moisturizer that you put in your school bag. His eyes are fixed on your smaller frame, looking so pretty in his shirt and that little pair of shorts that is covered by how big his shirt is on you. 

“Got it,” you repeat his words for no reason, reaching out your hand to get the moisturizer but he pulls away from you. 

“Nope, your boyfriend is going to put it on you,” he says, smiling. You giggle at his cuteness but agree anyway. 

“Okay but you need to be really thorough, need to massage the moisturizer properly, so it absorbs into my skin,” you tell him, redoing your tied up hair that’s getting loose. 

“Your wish is my command, princess,” he tells you but you know Chan’s also thinking about something else, something that’s not about applying the moisturizer on your face. 

You look at him, waiting, wanting to see how this pans out. But when Chan shakes his head a little, as if to break himself free from his thoughts, you frown a little. Luckily, Chan’s fast enough to catch it. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, secretly hoping you would say something that would eventually lead him to at least eating you out. But he doesn’t want to push it. He knows you’ve had a bad day and just really wants to make sure you’re comfortable and happy. 

“Nothing,” you tell him in a whisper, turning to the mirror and turning on the faucet to wash your hands even when it’s basically clean from the wash you just did not even 5 minutes ago. 

“Be honest with me, baby,” he tells you, engulfing you in a back hug. He feels a little guilty for being turned on at how much smaller you are compared to him but he can’t help it. He misses you. He misses getting to touch you. 

You just shake your head, not wanting him to hear your thoughts. It’s enough embarrassment for today. You’ve been honest with him about the rough day you had, you can save your dirty thoughts for another day. 

But what stuns you a little is when you feel something hard pressing against your backside. 

Chan’s hard. Chan’s hard. Chan’s hard and you’re very happy to know that. 

“How about you be honest on what’s happening in your pants there, Mr. Bang?” you tease him, giggling at your own sudden change of behaviour. He must really like seeing you in his shirt. 

Chan chuckles, pinching your side, making you yelp. “What’s wrong with the happenings in my pants, Miss y/l/n? I don’t suppose you want to check it out - or do you?” he teases, making your face flush. You can never get the upper hand with this man. He just knows how to make you putty in his hands. And the hardness pressing against your ass is not helping your case. 

“I don’t wanna force you to do anything, baby. I’m happy to get to spend time with you. And make you feel happy from your long day,” he tells you softly, detaching his lower side from yours but it only earns him a whine. 

Chan raises an eyebrow, smiling at how cute you’re being. 

“Or I can also make you happy… in other ways,” he cautiously adds, wanting to give you the other option that he, too, craves. 

You make eye contact with him in the mirror and your little nod, accompanied with a breathy and needy sounding “Yes, Chris,” is all Chan needs to hear before he leads you to the bed, moisturizer forgotten on the sink. 

You’ll have to wash up again after this anyway, so why bother, right?

♡♡♡♡♡

Chan has you sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread with your shorts already off, leaving you in his shirt and your white lacy panties. 

“Such a beautiful princess,” he praises you, on his knees, eyes raking your clothed body. God, he’s just so in love with you. And the contrast of his black shirt with your white panties just makes his cock throb with need to rip the clothes off of your body. 

But not yet. He wants to try something out with you tonight. 

“Tell me, princess. What do you want me to do?” he asks, knowing how shy you get. And you just whine at his instruction, making him chuckle. 

“Too shy? But look at you, already wet, soaking through the pretty panties you wore for me as an apology for giving someone the hoodie I bought for us,” he teases, pressing his forefinger onto the wet spot, making you squirm. 

“Channie,” you whine and moan out his name, feeling sensitive. You don’t really touch yourself, not being able to cum without having Chan tell you what to do. And him touching you just a little bit like this drives you crazy. 

“I’m here, baby. Just have to tell me what you need,” he tells you, tone soft and levelled, different from how needy you are. “You can do it, baby. My lovely princess can tell me what she needs, can’t she?” 

You try to nod, breath stuck at your throat. His finger feels so good pressing onto your clothed pussy, your mind getting fuzzy at how hot your body feels, wanting nothing but for your boyfriend to fuck your worries away. 

“Then tell me, princess. Only good little girls get treats, and I know you’re the best girl there is, the only girl for me,” he praises again, knowing how much you like it, and how much he himself loves it. You moan at the praise, feeling good at the thought of being the best girl for Chan, the only girl for him.

“You, want you,” you tell him, trying to spread your legs wider for him to get the hint, not that he doesn’t. 

“Pretty princess wants me? Hmm, maybe you want me here,” he says, touching your hand, “or here,” your thigh, “or here,” your lower lips.

“Anywhere, anywhere,” you tell him, desperate. You know so well he’s just teasing you because he knows it gets you so wet. And it’s apparent how this little chasing game of his is affecting you because you physically feel yourself getting wetter, your natural lubricant flowing in such a generous amount that you know Chan would have no problems impaling your needy hole with his thick cock. 

“Anywhere? I’m guessing my pretty princess also wants me here,” he says, fingers teasingly drumming over your clothed cunt. “Look at you, so pretty like this. I almost can’t get mad at how you let someone else wear the hoodie I bought for you,” he teases, earning another whine from you. 

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, small fingers raking through his curly locks, the fading blue only means he would be keeping his little promise to you of dyeing his hair black – a promise he made when you let him cum on your face and let him lick your face clean, which is totally worth it. 

“Mmm, I sleep in all the hoodies I give you because I know my princess likes to smell me. Why do you think they’re all a little stretched out?” Chan chuckles, knowing that he purposely keeps this information to himself just because he feels good doing these little things to make you happy without you knowing. But he thinks it’s time for you to know that because he only wants you to wear the clothes he specifically stretched out and make smell like himself. 

The revelation makes you whine in protest, wanting to call Sana right away so she would never use the hoodie again until the day she gives it back to you. 

“Jerked off in the new one I gave you too, so don’t give that one away to anyone,” he tells you, swiping your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. “Oh my pretty princess. My pretty little princess with the prettiest pussy.” 

“Fuck, Chris, please,” you moan, mind filled with the thought of your boyfriend wearing the small hoodie that must have been really tight on his body, jerking off to the thought of you. Your man is full of surprises, and the dirty ones just make their way to your heart and cunt at the same time. 

“Look at you, all wet for me. So soft too,” Chan groans, giving an experimental swipe on your pussy lips, making you tug on his curly locks harder. 

“Chris!” you moan, feeling yourself getting so needy that you can just pull this man’s face and bury it in your cunt. 

“Patience, princess. Gotta admire this perfect pussy first, don’t I? Haven’t touched your princess parts for a while now, need to test if you still remember me,” he gives you a sly smile before snapping your panties back in place. 

“No, no, please,” you beg, not wanting Chan to leave you like this but the man just chuckles at your reaction. 

“Oh my sweet baby, I’m here. Channie’s here. Just need to take off your panties, yeah?” he smiles, getting up to give you a sweet kiss on the lips to calm you down. You melt into it, his lips moving against yours does indeed calm you down, making it really easy for Chan to take off your panties. 

“There we go,” Chan says, smiling against your lips as you feel his fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. 

“Let’s appreciate how wet you are before I lick it all up,” he tells you, crouching back down so he’s face to face with your cunt. “Fuck,” you hear him curse, making you shiver at how low his voice is and how you can feel his breath on your pussy. 

“Won’t you look at that, what a pretty pussy. You’re getting wetter, baby, look at you leaking on the sheets,” he teases and praises at the same time, making you whimper in shyness. 

“Don’t be shy, love. You just need to let me lick you up and then make you cum, so that you’ll be even wetter for my cock,” Chan says, eyes looking into yours. 

You nod, giving him a definite “Yes, please,” and Chan is not Chan if he doesn’t dive into your cunt like an eager puppy. 

“Fuck, oh fuck, Chris!” you moan, your elbows giving up on you when Chan starts licking, making you lay flat on your back, hand fisting the sheets as you let your boyfriend eat you out. 

Chan’s amazing with his tongue, as he is with everything else. But his tongue plus his nose nudging your clit just makes being eaten out a heavenly experience you can never say no to. And the fact that your boyfriend just loves slurping up your juices makes you feel like a real princess who’s being served on a platter for the hungry prince. 

Slurping sounds fill the room, Chan’s tongue licking you up nothing short of a man starved, every lick resulting in him trying to reach deeper into your hole, his only aim is to make you feel good. 

And God, you feel really good. 

The way he’s fucking his toungue into you, the way his nose rubs against your clit and sometimes when he’s being too eager, he gets messy and accidentally has his nose buried into your hole but it all feels fucking good that your whole body shakes. No more teasing Chan, this is just full blown hungry Chan who wants nothing but to pleasure his woman. 

Chan has his palms spreading you open because he knows his little princess gets so squirmy when he has his head down between her thighs, always trying to squeeze his head. He usually doesn’t mind it because his little princess is not that strong to crush his head – and to be honest he likes the dizziness that comes after being free of her thighs sandwiching his head, an euphoric feeling that not many enjoy – but he doesn’t want his ears to be blocked because that means he wouldn’t be able to hear your moans clearly. 

“Chris, oh, Chris, you’re so- so good!” 

“Oh God, ngh, I- Chan, Chris-!” 

“Ah, ah, ah Chan- fuck, you’re- God!” 

He loves hearing you all fucked out, not being able to even form coherent sentences because of how much you love him going down on you. Chan might be insecure about his big nose but he definitely knows how to make use of it when he’s licking your pussy clean. 

Chan pulls his face away and if you were looking at him right now, you would see your juices messy on his cheeks and chin, shining under the dim neon lights you bought to match Chan’s. But you weren’t because you couldn’t keep your head upright, couldn’t even force yourself to keep watching Chan giving you the head of your life because it feels too good, you nearly pass out from the pleasure. 

“Pretty princess, look at me,” Chan says and you open your eyes slowly, greeted with the sight of Chan who already has his shirt off. What a nice surprise. 

“You did so well, baby. So, so well. Letting me eat you out and giving me your sweet juices. You’re such a good princess,” he praises, making you pull your legs together to have some stimulation on your cunt. 

“I'm good princess," you breathe out, trying to catch your breath from Chan's heavenly tongue. 

Chan smiles as he looks at you, already fucked out without even having his cock. Oh how cuter and prettier would you be when he finally lets you enjoy his cock, lets you take his cock like the pillow princess that he loves. 

"You are. Such a good princess. The best princess," he coos at you, making you purr in delight.

“Doing so good for me. No more thinking you’re stupid, okay? You’re the smartest, most hardworking princess I know. Got it, love?” he adds, going up to face you, his big frame making you feel so small, so safe. 

You nod, eyes staring into his shiny ones. “Kiss. Need you,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear, needy enough for him to fulfill your wishes without a second thought. 

He kisses you again, lips molding into yours. The kiss is more passionate, the both of you needy for each other. And Chan channels all his love to you through the kiss, biting your lips just because he needs you to gasp, so he can taste your mouth with his tongue. 

And he does. His tongue dances with yours, making you taste yourself and eliciting soft gasping sounds from you. But gasps turn into moans when you feel Chan slowly pushing in a finger into your cunt while he continues to kiss you. 

Your hands automatically grips onto his shoulders, head thrown back, no longer kissing your boyfriend as you succumb into the heavenly feeling of his thick finger prodding into your hole. 

“Chan,” you moan, chest heaving, heavily breathing at the euphoric intrusion, trying to keep your eyes open because you know Chan loves it when you look at him as he fingers you. 

“There you go, princess. Taking my finger in so well, aren’t you?” he praises, pushing his middle finger in and out of you softly. 

“F-fuck,” you moan, more like a whimper. It feels too good. His finger reaches deeper than yours ever will and it’s been a while since he took his time with you like this, slowly fucking his finger in and out of your cunt. 

“Such a pretty girl with a cute little cunt,” he says, voice raspy, mind thinking of how good it would feel when he has you clenching around his cock. “Want another one? My princess wants another finger?” Chan asks, finger fucking into you faster. 

“Yes, yes, ano-another. P-please,” you stutter out your response, mind only filled with the thought of Chan’s fingers filling your hole. 

Chan smiles sweetly at your response but instead of giving you what you want, he takes out his finger. 

“Nggh, no, Channie,” you whine, nearly sobbing at the loss of something in your hole. But Chan just gives you a kiss to calm you down. 

“I need to get a good look at your cunt now, baby. Need to see how pretty your hole stretches around my fingers,” he tells you, kneeling on the bed so that he can see your body. 

Slowly, Chan inserts his forefinger and middle finger into your cunt, only to take them out again. He repeats this three times, all the while watching how pretty your hole tries to accommodate his fingers, and all the while listening to your pretty moans pleading him to do something. 

“Channie, channie, please, please no teasing,” you beg him, hips bucking to chase his withdrawing fingers only to get playful taps on your pussy lips. 

“But you get so wet and needy when I tease, princess,” he chuckles, continuing his light taps. “Don’t look at me like that, baby. My princess can handle a little more, can’t she?” Chan tells you softly but his tone does nothing to hide his devious act. 

This teasing man will get a taste of his own medicine now, you think to yourself. 

“I- I can. But- need you in me. Nee-need any part of you in me. Need to remind my princess parts who they belong- belong to, right?” you say, the little stutter goes unnoticed by Chan because now he’s just stunned at your sudden change of demeanour. 

Chan’s eyes glimmer with mischief and adoration, his naughty fingers stopping their little game and now changing it to another level, putting just his fingertips in and never more as you say those words. 

“Need to– need to have you now, Chris-Christopher,” you breathe, little fingers holding the edge of his shirt that you’re wearing and slowly dragging it up bit by bit. “You’ll take– take me, right? Make me– make me forget bout my day. Make me take your- your cock?” 

And that does it for Chan. He grips your hand, taking it away from your little striptease, leaving his shirt on your body but resting on the bunched up fabric on your chest, your underboobs showing. 

Without a word, he starts to finger fuck you. Hard and fast, as hard and as fast as your greedy cunt allows him. The squelching noises are even louder, paired with your pleasureful screams of his name and his grunts, his fingers relentless and your moans that fill the room just motivates him to make you cum like this. 

“That’s it, princess. Take my fingers, there you go, God, look at you,” he rasps. “You like this, you do, hmm? So pretty for me,” he keeps on praising, making you moan louder, your restricted hands make the only option for you to keep yourself grounded is to curl your toes onto the mattress, messing up the sheets even more. 

Your boyfriend is giving it to you hard. After all the teasing, you’re more than satisfied with the turn of events. Your hips keep bucking up because of how good your boyfriend’s fingers feel inside you, consistently nudging that sweet spot inside, always knowing how to curl and aim just right to make you see stars. 

“Chan, Chris, God please,” you moan, not even producing full sentences. Who are you kidding? You haven’t been talking coherently ever since your boyfriend touched you. 

“Can feel you clenching around my fingers, princess. You wanna cum for me?” 

“You do, don’t you. Babbling like a cute little baby. God, you’re so pretty like this.” 

“Already so fucked out from two fingers, you’re so precious. Such a precious princess with the cutest cunt.” 

“Cum and you’ll get my cock, princess.”

And that does it for you. The promise of Chan’s cock and the little rubbing of his thumb onto your clit makes you convulse around his fingers, making him chuckle at you lovingly. 

“Good girl, what a good girl. There you go, there you go,” Chan soothes you, slowly bringing you down from your high. But you need more, you need Chan’s cock. 

His grip on your hands is loose, so you wiggle yourself out of his hold and circle his neck, bringing the man close to your face, the sudden movement makes him withdraw his fingers from inside your hole, you can feel the wetness from his fingers dripping onto your thigh. 

“I need you now, need you to make love to me,” you say in one breath, hoping he hears you. Hoping he would let you have his cock. 

Chan might be a tease but he knows a deserving princess when he sees one. And you are definitely a princess who deserves to be filled with his cock and cum. 

“Anything for my princess,” he tells you, giving you a soft and sensual kiss right after. 

Chan lets you go briefly to take off his pants. You lick your lips as he stands in his naked glory, his abs are just asking to be licked and his cock so hard, it bounces on his stomach when he takes off his boxers. Your mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to suck him off. This beautiful, wonderful man. And all yours to admire and touch.  

But when you’re about to take off his shirt that you’re wearing, he stops you. He takes the bunched up fabric and instead of taking it off all the way, he makes you bite it. Now the shirt is between your teeth, tits bare to him. 

“Wanna fuck you in my shirt. So I can have something that you’ve cum in and you have something that I’ve cum in,” he tells you and you swear you’re about to have another orgasm just from that. The thought of Chan wanting to have something of his associated with the act of you cumming is just so hot. 

You can only give him a desperate nod, loving how sexy but also intimate it is to have him say that. Chan kisses your forehead as a sign of thanks, his cock now hard and ready to fuck you to oblivion. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he moans as he prods your entrance with the tip of his cock. Your small frame is more apparent now that he’s about to fuck you with something bigger, something  a lot thicker. 

You, on the other hand, can only moan through the shirt, now all muffled. Chan keeps on playing with your hole using only the tip of his cock, hissing at how good it feels to have you clench around him. 

But his focus is not just on your cunt because now he’s presented with his other favourites; your tits. “Pretty princess with the prettiest cunt and the prettiest tits,” he praises, tongue immediately lapping up your nipples, biting and licking as he has his cock head playing with your entrance. 

Your head is just filled with Chan. The way he’s so greedy with your tits but so stingy with your cunt is driving you crazy. But you can’t say anything. The fabric of the shirt that you’re biting is already wet with your saliva but you don’t care, you just want to be good and get Chan to finally fuck you. Make love to you. Anything that involves him shooting his load in you. 

“Fuck, fuck, I should just make love to you like this. Tease you with my tip, just like this, fuck!” he groans, head filled with only the thought of cumming inside you. But he knows you want his whole cock in, so when he sees your eyes getting watery, he admits defeat. He can no longer tease his princess, not when she’s been so good and obedient. And especially not when she’s tearing up, all needy and greedy for all his cock to fuck into her cute little cunt. 

Chan gives into you, finally, sinking his cock little by little, the stretch so good you let go of the fabric in your mouth, moaning so loudly, telling Chan how good it fucking feels. 

“Oh Chan, ah, ah, fuck Chan!” you nearly scream, the stretch too good for you to not let the neighbours know. “Oh fuck, so big, so big,” you say to him, this time reserving the praises all for your amazing man. 

“Yeah? You like it don’t you? Like having me stretch your pretty pussy,” he tries to tell you in a confident tone but a man like him is weak when he’s presented with a cute princess like you, what more when he’s engulfed with such warmth from a pussy he wishes he can use everyday. 

“Fuck, princess. So fucking wet and tight,” Chan runs his mouth, not caring if he’s just repeating his praises because all he can think of is you. You. you. His one and only princess, one and only love. 

You’re no better. Fingers clawing Chan’s back as he starts his thrusts, you being so turned on that he doesn’t need to start so slow, hips already snapping into you, the plan of making love to you thrown out the window. 

“Made for me, fucking- fucking made for my cock, aren’t you, princess?” he asks, his cock rubbing against your throbbing walls, the tip finding the sweet spot inside you so fast. 

“For you, just you, you Channie,” you answer him, legs that were initially propped up now limp on the bed, just taking what you’re given. Your boyfriend’s cock never disappoints, the girth stretches you out more than you think you could handle but he’s known your body enough to make his big dick an enjoyable experience for you. 

“For me, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. My princess, my fucking baby,” Chan moans, feeling himself already on the edge of cumming but he needs you to reach your high first. His thumb sneakily rubs your clit, and his mouth latches onto your nipple, giving you a lot of stimulation at once, making you cry out in ecstasy. 

Your moans bounce off the walls, your brain no longer computing actual words, just meaningless babbles of “Chan”, “Chris”, “cock”, “big”, “full”, “cum” all used separately. 

“Gonna cum? My pretty princess wants to cum?” Chan grunts with every thrust, feeling his ego boost because of how you’re now just a mess because of him. 

You nod and nod and nod, and with one more push of his cock into the spongy part that makes your eyes roll, your head thrown back as you finally let go, your cunt squeezing Chan’s cock but the man is relentless, he doesn’t stop although you’re already cumming and sobbing at how good it feels to cum around your boyfriend’s cock. 

“My. Cunt. Mine. Fucking. Mine,” Chan says with every punishing thrust, his cock hitting the spot in you repeatingly, overstimulating you a little but in the best way. 

“Fuck, fuck you’re throbbing around my cock, princess. So good, so good, i’m gonna, gonna fucking cum, make you mine, make you take all of it, all- fuck, fuck fuck!” and your boyfriend finally lets go, hips stuttering as cum shoots from his tip, filling you up just as he promised. 

You moan at the warmth, your request of being filled up with your lover’s come finally coming true, and it makes you smile like a dumb puppy, all satisfied. 

“Yeah, there you go, there you go, take all of me, all of me,” Chan chants more to himself, still filling you up, always having a lot of cum to give you. He bends down to kiss you, wanting to remind you of his love despite the rather hard fucking he gave you. 

You thank every lucky star for your boyfriend’s thoughtfulness – as well as for his kindness, and not to mention amazing cock and stamina, not to forget the copious amount of cum this man can provide your needy self. Only thing you have to do next time is fuck in the hoodie that’s with Sana. Some purification in the form of cumming with it on should be done. 

“Thank you, Chris,” you say, voice rather breathless. Chan still has his cock in you, still slowly pushing in and out of you for added stimulation. But his next words make you salivate. 

“Oh princess, it’s still too early for appreciation. Now I have to pin you to the wall and fuck all my cum out of you, don’t I? Need to make sure you really forget about the bad day you had.” 

You can confidently say that today is actually a good bad day. 

"Yes, please."

[chxncinth]

i want to open a cute golgappa stall in paris.

[chxncinth]

such a cutie that i can’t function properly now

*windows error noises*

[chxncinth]

OK I’LL BUY IT WHEN I GET MY NEXT PAYCHECK AND I’LL SEND YOU A PIC

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