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Boyfriend Texts 2 - SKZ OT8

Synopsys: Text you get from bf!skz after a fight.

Warnings: none, slight angst I guess

The header image is not mine, I found it on Pinterest.

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baby daddy!skz reacting to your water breaking💧

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!! MDNI !!

“Intimidating”

warnings: smut, anal (reader fucks him with a dildo), reader calls minho “good boy”, mentions of filming during sex, mentions of exhibitionism, i think that’s all

a/n: this is just something random. idk what i’m doing to be honest 😭 this is the first time i’ve ever actually posted something i’ve written so enjoy !

Lee Know was trembling, his back pressed against Y/N’s chest and his entire body a flushed, quivering mess. She had him completely at her mercy—one hand on his slick, oversensitive length while the other worked a toy in and out of him at an unrelenting pace.

His head lolled to the side, his lips parted as breathy moans spilled freely. He had cum three times already, each one leaving him more wrecked than the last. Every touch sent a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through him, making his thighs shake uncontrollably.

“N-no more,” He whined, his voice cracking as tears swelled at the corners of his eyes. His hands were clenched into fists, gripping the sheets beneath him to ground himself.

Y/N paused her movements as she leaned closer, her warm ghosting over his ear as she whispered, “C’mon baby.. just one more. You can do that for me, right?” Her tone both sweet and commanding.

Minho let out a broken whimper, his head falling back against her shoulder as he nodded weakly. “Y-yeah…” he mumbled, though his body was trembling from overstimulation.

Y/N pressed a soft kiss behind his ear and her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Good boy,” she praised, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Her hand on his length started moving again, drawing out every ounce of sensitivity he had left.

Next to them sat Y/N’s phone, propped up against a pillow where they had left it. The movie they put on long forgotten. Y/N couldn’t help but think about how the camera was capturing everything perfectly through the reflection in the mirror that sat across from the bed. It wasn’t recording—at least not this time—but the idea of watching him come undone in her arms was intoxicating.

Her lips brushed low against his ear again, her tone low and teasing as she whispered, “What would people think if they saw you like this, hmm?”

Minho’s cheeks burned at her words, a shaky moan escaping him as he shook his head in denial. He was being louder than usual, unrestrained cries of pleasure filling the room. Everytime he had tried to cover his mouth, Y/N had gently pulled his hands away, insisting she wanted to hear everything.

“Oh-so dominant, intimidating, Lee Minho,” She continued, moving her hands faster. Minho let out a strangled cry, his hips jerking upwards as his head fell forward.

“Falling apart like this.” She added, her voice laced with amusement and pride.

Minho’s head shook weakly, his front teeth sinking into his bottom lip in an attempt to silence himself. But when she angled the toy just right, twisting the toy inside him just enough to brush against his prostate, he couldn’t hold back.

“Ah—Fuck!” He moaned loudly, his voice echoing in the room as his back arched. He could feel himself getting closer to his climax.

“I should record this and show it to everyone,” Y/N teased, her tone playful yet sultry. “Let them see how easily I can make you fall apart in front of me.”

Her words pushed him over the edge. A broken cry leaving his throat as his entire body shuddered. His fourth and final release came hard and fast, leaving him completely spent and trembling in her arms.

He slumped against her, gently placing a hand the wrist that was wrapped around his dick. Y/N gently eased the toy out of him, her touch now soft and soothing. She placed the toy beside them on the bed and pressed a kiss to his temple, her arms wrapping around him protectively as she whispered, “You’re so amazing. So perfect for me.”

He didn’t have the strength to respond, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. But the way he nuzzled back against her, his fingers still weakly grabbing her arms, told her everything he needed to know.

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Late wait

Pairing: idol!Lee Know × Gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, domesticity, drabble

Request: Lee know with a "waiting for us" kinda vibe. Just being together in their own place with lots of domestic fluff. Dancing whenever, seeing movies whenever...

Warnings: mentions of food, Minho is an idol, the cats and the boys are here as well, reader and him live together

A/n: I simply love to write domestic moments | daily click

Minho finds it funny how the most beautiful things in life are always the simplest.

Coming from someone whose life is full of luxuries, he could understand why someone would be skeptical about his statement, but he couldn't be more truthful than that.

He already saw thousands of different people, dressed in fancy suits and drank expensive wine. The places he already went to were sometimes covered in gold, and if not, they'd have a red carpet and sculptures everywhere. He's not going to lie and say these things are bad, or that he despises them. On the contrary, actually. However, when you live a life of "too much", you learn how to appreciate what is simple.

His cats stepping on his face to wake him up. All the times he went somewhere random to camp. Seungmin's burnt barbecue and Felix' brownies. You. All the things that made his life easy.

As much as he loves all those things, maybe he should highlight you a little bit more. It's only fair, since you are the one who plays the major role in making him feel alive.

When Minho thinks about you, he thinks about how he loves to wake up early before some morning schedule and see how you're sleeping peacefully next to him. You always ask him to wake you up before he goes, but he never finds the strength in himself to disrupt your dreams. You have a whole collection of little notes he put next to the bed, apologising for not saying bye, but promising to bring food whenever he's back.

He also remembers dance nights. As he is a professional dancer and an idol, he thought he wouldn't want to move a single muscle the moment he gets home. However, whenever he comes home to you singing some random song on the radio, it's impossible to not hold your hand and start swaying according to the rhythm. You don't know how to dance. When he's with you, he suddenly forgets how to as well. In the end, it's just two fools in love, dancing how your heart tells you to.

Movie nights where none of you had luck picking what to watch, so you'd just sleep mid the boring show. Cooking homemade dinner and noticing you ran out of all the ingredients, so you have to run to the market. Visiting his parents every Sunday. Staying in the entire weekend with the cats because that's so much better than going out.

There are dozens of little moments like those that Minho could talk about. None of them was particularly special - they were all things that happened every day. Maybe that was the magic of it. Living was easy with those moments, with you.

Now he was coming back home. The day was full of different events. Tiring, extravagant, but nice. He was smiling. But now he only wanted to come home to you. He knew you were staying up late so you could welcome him and ask him how the day was. And as much as you've waited, he'd hug you with his entire being and never let go.

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Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs @rockstarkkami @urlocalmultigroupfan (those I couldn't tag are in bold)

Dividers by @adornedwithlight | images 1, 2 and 3

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lee know in every skz code - ep 65

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LEE KNOW SKZ CODE EP.68

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Early Bird - Lee Know

While you're still tangled in the sheets, Lee Know fills the kitchen with quite affection.

The soft morning light seeped through your curtains, gently pulling you from sleep. You stretched lazily, reaching out towards the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. A groggy frown tugged at your lips as your fingers brushed over cool sheets. He was gone.  

It took you a moment to fully wake up, but then the faint clatter of pans reached your ears. You sat up, blinking in confusion before realization dawned. Lee Know. Of course, your boyfriend was in the kitchen.  

Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled towards the source of the noise. The smell of something delicious hit you before you even reached the doorway. You paused there for a moment, leaning against the frame and watching.  

There he was, in your kitchen, wearing one of your aprons – tied a little too snugly around his waist – his hair still slightly damp from the shower. He moved with a natural ease, flipping something in a pan while humming quietly to himself.  

The sight made your heart ache in the best way.  

Unable to resist, you crossed the small space between you and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against his back. He jumped slightly at the sudden contact, then relaxed, chuckling softly.  

“Morning,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Finally decided to join the land of the living, huh?”  

You hummed sleepily, holding him a little tighter while rubbing your head against his back. “Didn’t want to wake up without you.”  

He glanced back at you, raising a brow. “So dramatic this early in the morning?”  

“Can’t help it,” you mumbled, peeking over his shoulder at the pan. “What are you making? Let me help—”  

“Absolutely not”, he interrupted, gently prying your arms away and turning to face you. His smirk was infuriatingly charming.  

“What? Why not?” you protested, frowning at him.  

“Because,” he said, crossing his arms, “the last time you tried to ‘help’, you burned yourself and almost set the whole kitchen on fire. I’m not letting you near that stove again.”  

“That was one time!”  

“One time too many,” he shot back, turning you around and guiding you towards the couch with an easy push. “Go sit.”  

You pouted as you flopped down onto the couch, but he ignored you, returning to the stove with a satisfied grin.

From your spot, you could see him moving gracefully around your kitchen, his every movement precise and confident. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on his face as he hummed quietly in the kitchen, a peaceful smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t belong here, but somehow, it felt like he did.  

He glanced over his shoulder, catching you watching him. “Don’t give me that look,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement.  

“What look?”  

“The one that says you’re expecting me to feed you like one of my cats,” he teased, shaking his head.  

You laughed. “Well, am I wrong?”  

“Maybe not,” he admitted, flipping whatever was in the pan with a practiced flick of his wrist. “Whenever I start making food, they come running, wide-eyed and acting all innocent, like ‘Oh, what are you cooking there for me?’" he said mimicking their wide-eyed expressions with exaggerated innocence. "Sounds familiar?” 

“Hey!” you protested, but the warmth in his voice made it impossible to be mad.  

Finally, he brought over a plate and set it in front of you, sitting beside you. His smirk softened into something more tender as he nudged your knee. “Seriously, though,” he said, “just let me take care of you, okay? You’re cute when you’re sleepy and useless.”  

You rolled your eyes, but your heart swelled as you took a bite of the food he’d made. It was delicious, but nothing could compare to the man sitting beside you, his teasing smile melting into an affectionate gaze. 

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kiss me thru the phone

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

warnings: making out, cunnilingus, recording dirty videos. basically just a 2k words of my personal hc of hyune’s obsession with kissing and pussy. munch munch munch…

a/n: keeping the tradition of uploading a hyun fic for new years apparently lol even though this isn’t much. happy new year my friends, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! :)

“you’re kind of a freak.” 

“hey! that’s- don’t be mean!” 

hyunjin is a little bit of a freak, but you love that about him. if you were to look over at the phone propped up on his nightstand, front-facing camera on and filming, you’d be able to see how utterly smitten you are.  

“i like you freaky. it’s kinda hot,” you say instead. 

you’re already perched snug in hyunjin’s lap, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders until you remember your angles, quickly deciding instead to rest the hand closest to the phone against hyunjin’s t-shirt clad chest so he can be seen fully in the video. his hands sneak up to cup your ass. they squeeze, knead the skin through your cotton panties. 

“so, do we just-?” 

“i mean, yeah? right? this was your idea, mister.” 

can i film us kissing? in bed? he had said. to help me through lonely nights. and… hard times. 

it was an easy yes. not just because you love to indulge hyunjin’s more carnal whims, but because you’re interested in seeing the outcome yourself. how do your lips look when they’re pressed together? would you be able to see the scrunch of hyunjin’s thick brows when you flick your tongue a certain way, the flutter of your eyelashes as hyunjin sucks on your bottom lip? the messy tangle of your slippery, soft tongues? 

“shouldn’t there be some build up to it? like movies do, like-”

“kiss me, kiwi boy.” 

your fingers curl into his shirt to pull him closer to you. your noses bump against each other before your lips lock, but you’re so used to this that you both right yourselves immediately. hyunjin’s lips are pink and plump, so unbelievably soft under yours that you sink into his hold right away. 

the kiss starts out soft, tender almost, building up to something just like your sweet romantic hoped for. a peck, another, another, countless. hyunjin goes back and forth between your bottom and top lip, pressing slow, easy kisses to each one until you’re whining for more. he smiles then, always satisfied to know he has such an effect on you. his smugness doesn’t last for long though, it hardly ever does. hyunjin is far too desperate for that as he presses against you harder and breathes you in, angles his head and opens his mouth wider so that he can begin to kiss you deeper. hyunjin is the first one to moan when his tongue laps at your lower lip, and it tapers off into somewhat of an airy grunt when your tongue meets his own. 

your back arches, your tits press tight to his chest. you can feel hyunjin’s head turning ever so slightly, like he’s trying to look at the camera out of the corner of his eye. you want him focused on you though, so angles be damned, you bring your hand up under his chin to cup his jaw. your fingers squish his cheeks until his lips pout against yours. you lick deeper between his lips, lap at his pink gums and the sensitive roof of his warm mouth. your tongues tangle and curl together. it’s wet, drool beginning to seep down your chin and sticking in strings to his. your bodies are rolling against each other before you know it; your shared arousal is palpable as you grip and knead at heated skin. 

“you’re perfect, you’re perfect,” hyunjin moans. his lips meet yours again, finesse waning as his desperation for you builds. the sloppy sounds of your lips smacking and tongues clashing has your cunt pulsing where it grinds against his hardening cock. “it feels like- like… those kiss me girl videos!” 

he sounds crazed. hyunjin’s voice is frantic and raspy where he speaks into your slick lips. 

“you know kiss me girl?” you pull away slightly so that you can ask. there’s a glint in your eye, a quirk to your lips. of course hyunjin gets off to messy kissing videos. you know that all too well. 

“you know kiss me girl?!” hyunjin retorts. he doesn’t wait for your answer before his lips are on yours again. hyunjin shoves both of his hands under your loose shirt, rucking it up your bare back and scratching his nails lightly down your spine. you’re sensitive, it makes you shiver in his hold. 

you tuck yourself harder against him and tilt your head sharply. the angle of your head must be a disaster for the camera, but you can’t seem to care too much when you lock your lips with his, mouths wide open and tongues lapping messily at each other. it’s humid, the air between you hot and wet with your frantic mesh of lips and tongue. 

pulling away from his eager mouth is no easy feat, but it’s worth it when you turn your head toward the camera. you tuck your shoulder to your chin and look over it demurely, batting your eyelashes how you know hyunjin loves. you’re a mess, hair and face sweaty, your chin and neck soaked with spit. your lips are swollen and your eyes are hazy. hyunjin isn’t faring any better, lips swollen and slick with spit, but he’s not looking into the camera. he’s still looking directly at you, eyes shining with a mixture of awe and love and hunger. hyunjin doesn’t look into the camera until you repeat your move from earlier, cupping underneath his spit-slick chin and tugging his head in the direction of the phone. you watch him take in the sight, watch him pant heavily while his eyes roam the mirror image of the two of you. 

“fuck,” you grin. hyunjin’s moan sputters from his swollen lips when you grind your hips down harshly. you’re both still watching your reflection. “fuck, you’re so hard.” 

“i’m obsessed with you, of course i am,” hyunjin agrees easily. it’s not like he could lie about it anyway. his bulge is thick and impressive and twitching in the confines of his pajama pants. you feel it twitch again as he tilts his head to kiss your cheek and make his way down your neck. his lips are slick and warm and so soft on your skin, and his tongue is just as soft when it laps against your pulse point. your mouth drops open, your eyes droop. you see it all on the recording. you never knew watching yourself feel pleasure like that could feel so heady on its own. “can i taste your pussy?” 

hyunjin’s warm breath on your throat makes you tremble. you’re both so eager for it that it doesn’t take long before your positions are swapped and hyunjin is between your legs. he has you on your back with your legs spread, panties dangling precariously off of curled toes. he never bothered with your shirt, but it’s rucked high enough up your chest for him to see your nipples. he couldn’t go without it. 

his hands rest on your parted thighs, and his head ducks to kiss his way slowly up and down your swollen labia. you’re sensitive enough that it gets you clenching on nothing, legs spasming under hyunjin’s gentle hands.  

the hot touch of his tongue doesn’t surprise you, but it makes your breath hitch right away. hyunjin presses the flat of it right against your aching clit, just rests it there until the warm wetness envelops that swollen little button entirely and you’re keening, high and pathetic. that sweet, soft, still pressure makes you want to buck your hips against his face. hyunjin beats you to it though, finally laving his tongue in a nasty, slow circle that makes you shake. 

“o-oh, oh, please. oh my god…” you breathe. 

he eats you like that for so long that you can’t lay still, body writhing and twitching in pure pleasure that hyunjin so willingly gives. his tongue licks sloppy circles around your clit. it dips lower occasionally to slither inside of your needy hole but always returns to pay close attention to your clit. 

you bat your heel against his shoulder in annoyance when he pulls away. you were close, getting there at least, that addictive, swirling heat building deep in your belly before hyunjin made it simmer. 

he only laughs through his nose though, something airy and light while he focuses his attention on your aching cunt. hyunjin brings both hands to your core to feel, slipping his hands down your thighs until both thumbs touch you where you’re wet. he hums then, sticks his tongue out once more to lap up your slit and pulls away again. his thumbs spread you first, then his other digits come to play, spreading your inner lips and nudging gently at the hood of your clit to expose you to him completely. the first touch of his tongue makes you jolt, it’s electric. the pressure of his tongue feels so concentrated like this, and you reach for his head for something to hold onto.

a whine works its way from your throat when you remember you don’t have anything to grab like you used to, so you settle for shakily rubbing your hand back and forth through hyunjin’s buzzcut while he licks sloppy circles around your exposed clit. 

you’re trembling like a leaf. it’s so much, and you nearly kick the two of you off of his bed when hyunjin purses his lips around you and begins to suck. the feeling ricochets like a pinball straight through your body, pinging against your bones and rattling your brain until you’re nearly sobbing with it. 

“fu-uuuck,” you warble. it’s pitiful, high-pitched and desperate. hyunjin just moans in response and keeps sucking, batting his tongue against the live wire that seems to be your clit. 

the heat in your belly rises, coils around and around and around itself. hyunjin’s mouth feels so good, he knows your body so well. the sloppy kisses he presses to your clit feels just as good as when he laves his tongue around it or sucks it messily into his mouth like he’s doing now. sucking, sucking sucking, pulsing little rhythms that get your legs tightening around his head. hyunjin drops his jaw and licks against you in quick bursts. his forehead bunches, his eyes scrunch, his jaw trembles the way it does when he eats something else that’s yummy. he’s so handsome. he’s so cute, so dedicated to your pleasure, and god, you’re close. hyunjin is licking right where you need it, right there- right there, you’re so close. you want to cum; it’s right there, it’s there, oh, hyunjinnie, please—

your body locks into place when you cum; the only thing that isn’t completely still is the frantic trembling of your hips underneath the expert ministrations of hyunjin’s mouth. he licks you through your orgasm, eases his fingers away and lowers the hood of your clit back because he knows you’re too sensitive for that now. his tongue is soothing, warm and soft and slow. 

the short strands of hyunjin’s blonde hair feel good under your palm. it’s cathartic almost, you could play with his hair for hours, you think, even though there’s not much of it. 

“fuzzy,” you hum, but only once you’ve come back to yourself. 

“wet,” hyunjin shoots back. and he’s right, you’re absolutely soaked. your own wetness combined with hyunjin’s spit seeps down your sensitive cunt, down to your asshole and the rumpled sheets beneath you. 

“prickly,” you respond, and hyunjin guffaws between your legs.

“i’m not a cactus!” he must not be too affronted though because he opens his mouth again to lap at your still throbbing clit. “be quiet, i have to make you cum again before i do in my pants…” 

you stretch, arms lifting above your head and neck craning. a stiff glance to the side reminds you of hyunjin’s phone perched on his nightstand, of the nearly twenty minute video that’s still being recorded. it’s easy to settle back down on the pillow, and there’s a smile tugging at your lips when you tug at one of hyunjin’s ears. 

“oh no, because that would be sooo bad. whatever will i do?” 

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.˚⭑.ᐟ training lee minho x f!reader

🔞 1.2k words of orgasm training? failed second orgasm, aftercare!!! overstimulation, vibrator usage; dirty talk with super light undertones of sadism (it's mostly a joke because minho loves overstimulating reader)

“Come on, angel, you can give me one more …”

Minho presses the vibrator down on your clit hard and your back arches, the vibrations shuddering through your entire body. Your pussy clamps down on his cock, and it punches a strangled moan out of him, his hips jerking forward.

He’d already fucked one easy orgasm out of you, cock dragging in and out of you, his wet thumb rubbing messy circles into your clit. You’d tumbled over the edge early, toes curling, eyes rolling, gushing and gushing around Minho’s big, pulsing cock, and he’d fucked you through it, a slew of gentle praises falling from his lips that you could barely hear through the ringing in your ears.

But before he could make to pull out and jerk himself off over your body, you’d wrapped a hand around his arm and a leg around his waist and pulled him back inside you with a breathless “keep going”. Minho watched you closely, peering at you from underneath his sex-mussed mop of hair.

“You wanna try it today?”

A quick, desperate nod, and Minho had slid back in so deep you felt him kiss your cervix.

Because here was the thing – you could only come once. Except for a few, blessed times when you were ovulating and in the right headspace, your body refused to let you reach your peak twice in one sitting. No matter how turned on you were, how well Minho fucked you, how long he held back – it wouldn’t work.

So it’s become a thing you do, every now and again. Minho calls it your “training”. When you tell him you want to try, he does everything in his power to make you come. Which usually involves a shitton of lube, his cock grinding deep inside you and your vibrator, cranked to the highest setting, pressed against your clit.

And even if, at the beginning, it was mostly to your benefit, you pretty soon realised that Minho didn’t just do it for you. Maybe it was the way your walls quivered around him, or how you clenched when he pushed against your clit too hard, maybe he liked how he could use your body to edge himself – or it was just the sweetest kind of power trip; you under his hands, trembling and crying from overstimulation. Maybe it didn’t matter so much when he looked at you like this.

Eyes wild, yet deeply affectionate, trained on your every smallest expression as he lets his hips roll forward in a smooth motion. Fucking dancer’s body. But then he slightly adjusts the vibrator against your clit, presses against the most sensitive part of it, and you nearly howl, your thighs shaking violently.

You’ve been trying for more than half an hour and your body is no closer to release, no matter how badly you want it. You’re so turned on. Every drag of Minho’s cock feels so fucking good. But your body refuses.

Minho presses harder, moans weakly when you clench and clench around him, your body arching into the vibrations, the possibility, the barest hint of an orgasm building and building … before petering out into almost painful overstimulation.

You nearly sob out in frustration.

Minho shushes you gently, leans forward to cup your face in his warm palm. He turns the vibrator off and drops it next to you onto the sheets. The absence of it feels like pure relief after you had it buzzing against you for the better part of half an hour.

“I don’t think it’s gonna happen,” you mumble. Your eyes are closed stubbornly. No matter how many times Minho tells you that it’s not your fault, that he doesn’t blame you, that you don’t owe him anything, not one orgasm, definitely not two, you can’t help but feel like you failed a little bit. “Sorry.”

Minho tuts, shushes you, hooks your legs around his waist so he can lean over you without pulling out because he knows you like to stay filled for a little while. He loves you so much you can’t believe it sometimes.

You feel the gentle press of his lips against your temple, then your one cheek, then the other, before he presses a long kiss to your lips.

“You already gave me one beautiful orgasm, baby,” he hums, sighing dreamily. It makes you burn with embarrassment, and you whine, blink your eyes open, only to meet his smiling ones.“Shut up,” you murmur, but he shakes his head.

“Nope. It was beautiful. You should’ve seen yourself. Also felt so good around me, you always do.”

He leans in to kiss you again, and you let him. Let his tongue slide against yours in a lazy dance as he grinds his cock in slowly. It’s not for sexual gratification any more, really. Just to feel how close you are, how he fits inside of you. It feels nice.

Only when you’re panting into each other’s lips, does he pull away. He sits back on his haunches and looks down at where he’s buried in you. Massaging your legs with his warm hands, he starts pulling out, incredibly slowly, centimetre by centimetre. He makes a mournful sound.

“Oh, your poor little clit,” he sighs, and your face burns even more, “so red and overworked, when she’s so sensitive.”

You whine, throw your arm over your face.

“You know, I would never condone such mistreatment,” he continues, and that makes you scoff and look at him. He grins like the cat that got the cream.

“Oh, please,” you croak out, “you love torturing me. You get off on me squirming and crying on your dick. Sadist.”

He just hums, stares at your pussy until he leans down and licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. Even though you’re sensitive, it feels nice. All the strain, the frustration made your usually wet, entrance run dry and the hot wetness is soothing.

“You’re all dried up, darling,” he mumbles against you, and you whimper when he rolls his tongue over your clit, “but still taste so good …”

You whine, sink your fingers into his hair, and he hums.

“Feel good?” he asks, and you nod blearily. It’s comforting, somehow. The gentle motions of his tongue making you feel loved, cared for; making the comedown easier.

“Keep going,” you gasp, and he understands it as the permission he needed.

“Perfect,” he purrs, licks deeper, though still not with the intention to make you come. Like he’s just tasting you, trying to soothe your hot, aching skin. It feels heavenly and you moan shakily.

Minho revels in your sound, wraps a hand around his cock, and moans with the first jerk. He must be close, unsurprisingly, after being buried inside of you for almost an hour. Blearily, he stares up at you, like he’s checking in on you. It’s a sinful picture, hunched over, chin glistening, his hand working over his cock. You want to eat him.

But he seems to have other plans. His eyes are hazy, and he shudders a little when he lets his tongue dip into your stretched entrance.

“Let me eat your poor, used little pussy while I jerk myself off, yeah?”

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love is patient - hhj

— texts with hyunjin after a fight, where he shows you true kindness and patience

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Boyfriend Texts - SKZ OT8

Synopsys: The text you receive from bf!skz when you text them less than usual.

Warnings: none

The header picture is not mine, I got it from Pinterest.

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Testing the waters

You’re sitting together, cuddling on the black leather couch after finishing tonight’s dinner, when Minho casually calls you:

“여보 (yeobo), pass me the remote.”

You freeze for a moment, blinking in confusion, and then turn to him.

“Wait… why did you call me 여보 (yeobo)?”

He looks at you, completely innocent, and says:

“What do you mean? It’s natural.”

You shake your head in disbelief, half-laughing, half-confused.

“No, it’s not. You’ve never called me that. Y/nnie, baby, kitten, 자기 (jagi), sure - but never 여보 (yeobo).“

Your eyes pierce through him, yet he remains unbothered.

„Do you not like it?“

You roll your eyes at him, explaining yourself.

„Of course I do. But 여보 (yeobo) is for married couples, right? Like husbands and wives? We’re not married, Min.“

At that, his lips curl into a sly smirk, his gaze locking onto yours. He leans a little closer and whispers in a low, teasing voice:

“Yes… so what’s not clear to you?”

Your heart skips a beat as his words sink in.

“Wait—are you trying to tell me something?!”

He just laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and placing a quick kiss on your temple.

“I’m not trying to tell you anything. I’m just stating facts, 여보 (yeobo).

And from that moment on, every time he calls you 여보 (yeobo), you can’t help but feel like he’s silently telling you, “You’re mine forever, y/n.“

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Just come home

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Pairing: Han X gn reader

Summary: Being overweight, you're constantly fighting an internal battle and this time, your boyfriend confronts you.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 2.1K

Eating disorder resources

Trigger warning: Mentions of weight, implied eating disorder, body insecurities, low self-esteem, brief mention of diets, not eating, and meanspo

A/N: I feel like this isn't enough requestee. I literally need to grab your face and physically comfort you. I need to tell you that things will be okay and just because you look a certain way, it doesn't mean people secretly dislike you. The people that really love you will be there no matter what.

Comparison will destroy you in this life if you let it. Love will find you and despite whatever you think, you still deserve to eat good food. That goes for all of you, you are worthy of food, no matter what you look like. Please take care of yourselves <3

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In this life, a body is everything. Every shape, every size, and every way the clothes sit. Do they hang or are they tight? Should a body have curves or be thin enough to see the rib cage? To have a body is beautiful, but too many people tend to forget that. 

The comments and whispers from people. The poor self-perception that you drown in when you see the mirror. The way the fat in your body lays in the wrong spots. The stomach that juts out and the flab on the end of your arms that hangs. There is always something and lately, it just felt like you were a victim of your own body. 

Everyone deserves to feel comfortable in their body, but when was the last time that you truly felt valid when you looked in the mirror? When was the last time that you realized the shirt you were wearing was cute? When was the last time you liked the way your face looked when you smiled? The roundness was something to be embraced instead of hated. 

Has there ever been a swell of gentleness within you? Had you ever wrapped yourself in a hug and reminded yourself that you were worthy of things, even when your brain pushed those thoughts away because of the way you looked? If it were anyone else, you’d remind them that they were loved. 

It didn’t matter if there was extra fat upon their hip bones or if their stomach pushed out over their waistline. Nobody deserves to be hated for how they look. Change can always occur and while change happens, people don’t have to hate themselves. They can embrace their flaws and yet, when you looked in the mirror, your flaws were all you could see. 

The way the shirt curled around your stomach. The way your chest looked wrong. Every time you shifted an arm, so much fat shifted with it. Your neck was too big and your face was too round. Your collarbone was invisible and when was the last time you saw it?

Taking photographs and going out, it seemed impossible like this. Insecurities clouded your head and they were all you could think about. You were a painting gone wrong. Your body was flawed and nobody could save you from your internal combustion. 

The numbers on the scale were all you thought about and you were toying with a deadly game. What was the quickest way to lose weight? The easiest? How long could you go without eating? How fast could the scale drop the numbers? You just wanted to shrink. 

Clothes shopping was a nightmare. When you went out and finally found your size, you expected it to fit, but the dressing rooms were always full of tears. Shirts didn’t cover the bottom of your stomach. The fabric was too tight around the top of your arms. 

Pants only went up so far and wouldn’t tug up over your thighs. Maybe you could get them on and just when you thought you had the perfect pair, the button wouldn’t button. The zipper wouldn’t go up any higher and you were left defeated. 

Your body was a tomb and you were a soul waiting on the next one. Maybe the next body would be smaller. Maybe you’d be able to see your collarbone and your wrists would be dainty. You would be able to wear the necklace without the necklace extender. 

In the next life, if you were lucky, your insecurities wouldn’t force you into long sleeves in the uncomfortable heat. You wouldn’t have to hide in baggy pants and oversized t-shirts. Your shape would be something to show off and not something that felt like you had to hide.

They say embrace insecurities, but at this weight, it was impossible. Shame filled your body and your bones. The whispers of doctors warning about higher risks of diseases laced your ears at night. The embarrassment at the doctor’s office when they weighed you steered you away from routine checkups. 

Lately, you couldn’t be bothered to go outside. You pulled away from your friends and the things you tried to enjoy, you couldn’t do it anymore. You were silent about your struggles, but you were crumbling inside. Everything was being torn apart and there was nothing that you could do. 

And lately, your boyfriend was starting to notice it. The first time he noticed you pulling away from a kiss, he thought he did something wrong. A frown sat on Han’s face and he watched you disappear with confusion in his eyes. 

Did he say something wrong? Were you realizing he was flawed? Did he do something that made you feel like you weren’t good enough? 

And then you pulled away from him when the two of you were in bed spooning. You rolled away, mumbling that it was too hot and you didn’t want to cuddle, but the two of you always cuddled. Hurt filled his heart and he mumbled an agreement as he turned his back to you, still wondering what he did wrong. 

The third time, you pulled away from him, the two of you were outside. You were holding hands and heading to a nearby cafe. Occasionally, the two of you would indulge in a sweet treat and an evening walk. That night turned into one of those nights, but you let go of his hand. 

Instead of walking beside him on the sidewalk, you let go of his hand and moved behind him. He reached back for your hand, but you pulled away and mumbled something about how the sidewalk felt too big for the both of you, but he didn’t understand. The two of you always walked side-by-side on the sidewalk, so what was wrong? 

And that’s when he began pulling away from you. He didn’t have the courage to try to ask you what was wrong. He knew it deep down, you probably found someone better. Maybe he was too much and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Every day that passed, it seemed like the two of you were playing some sort of game. Time was ticking and he was waiting for you to pull the plug. He waited for the call at work and he checked for a break up text, but it never came. 

“Hyung, are you sure they’re not struggling with something?” 

It was Felix that caused him to snap out of his daze at work. He was feeling down and Felix noticed it first. When Han began describing your behavior, Felix began to worry, not about Han, but about you. Han’s behavior had been perfectly normal, but yours was so unlike you. 

Felix’s words haunted his head all day and when he got home, he couldn’t stand it. You were scrolling through your phone when he got home. Desperation hit its peak with you and it took your mentality to the darkest corners of the internet. 

Pinterest boards with skinny bodies and dainty fingers. Faceless photos of people that you wanted to look like. All the outfits you wanted to recreate when you finally reached your goal weight. The hairstyles you’d try and all the trips and adventures you’d indulge in once you were finally camera ready. 

Hundreds and hundreds of meanspo quotes. Every time you thought about cheating on your diet, they appeared in your brain. You were training yourself to deny food, even when your body needed it to survive; a soldier turning the gun on themselves in the front line of a war. 

“We need to talk.” 

Han’s words sent fear vibrating through your body. As you turned off your phone and looked up, your heart sank. He’d finally seen you like you saw yourself, you just knew it. Tonight would be the night he’d pack up his items and leave. 

You sat on the plush couch paralyzed by that fear. You couldn’t speak, so you were forced to listen as he spoke. You held your breath and waited and waited and waited, but it never came. 

“Um, listen.” Han began to pace upon the beige carpet, unable to meet your eyes. “I just want to ask if you’re okay. I-I’m starting to think that maybe I did something wrong and maybe I hurt your feelings somehow.” 

“And if I did, I’m really sorry. It feels like you’re pulling away from me and I-I don’t like that. I love you,” he nervously glanced up and then looked back down. “I love you a lot and if there’s something I can do to fix that, I-” 

“What?” Your voice came out hoarse and your eyes clouded with tears. 

“I don’t know. You just… you just seem like you don’t love me anymore. Over these past two weeks, you seem different and I need to know if it’s me.” He walked over towards you and slumped to his knees. His hands found yours and he gently squeezed them. 

“If it’s me, please tell me what I did. I don’t like the way you’re acting lately. I don’t want to see you so detached and so quiet. I miss you so much.” 

You couldn’t see him as tears fell from your cheeks. You sucked in a deep breath and wiped away your tears. “It’s not you. It’s not that I don’t love you, I swear.” 

“Then what is it?” 

“I don’t love me.” 

“What?” 

“Look at me, Han. Truly and seriously look at me! I look like a whale!” A lump formed in your throat, but you kept going. “How are you not embarrassed to be around me? To be photographed with me? To be seen around me? I’m almost double your size and-” 

His head shook frantically and he squeezed your hands again. “Baby, no. Don’t say that about yourself. Is that how you see yourself? Sweetheart, no.” 

“Shut up!” You snapped angrily. You ripped your hands away and stood up. He jerked backwards and stared at you with wide eyes. 

“Look at me! How can you even love me when I look like this? You should be ashamed of me! I don’t look right! Look at this body!” 

It killed him. Something inside of him broke. Through the ways of the twisted world and through your self-hatred, you couldn’t see how he viewed you. You couldn’t see how much he loved you and it cut his heart straight in two. 

He scrambled to his feet and reached out. Gently, he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I never want to hear yourself talk about that way ever again. Not a peep. You are one of the most beautiful people that I have ever laid my eyes upon and I will do whatever it takes to make you understand that.” 

“If I didn’t love you, if I didn’t like the way you looked, I’d never be with you.” Your face scrunched up as he went on. “But I’ll always love you. If you choose to lose weight or even if you gain more, I will continue to love you.” 

“We’re in a relationship and your struggles are also my struggles. How many times have you told me that?” His eyes searched yours desperately. He leaned forward and pressed the warmth of his forehead against yours. 

“So why-” His voice cracked. “If you’re struggling with this so much, why didn’t you bring it up? Why did you suffer in silence for so long?” 

“Because I’m so afraid that if you really see me for how I look, you’ll leave,” you finally whispered. 

“Never. I see you every day. I try to hold you every day, but I really haven’t been able to do that for the past two weeks. Do you want the truth? The truth is that I miss you. I miss you so much.” 

“I miss holding your hand and being near you. I miss grabbing your cheeks and gently squishing them as I kiss you. I miss falling asleep to the scent of your shampoo and I miss holding you.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

He pulled away, shook his head, and gently wiped away your tears. “Don’t be sorry, just please let me love you. Let me hold you and if you want to cry about this in my arms, go ahead. If you need to scream, do it. Just please, stop shutting me out. I don’t want to lose you.” 

“I don’t deserve you,” you whispered. 

“You’ll always deserve me and so much more. I’ll always want you. I’ll always want your body. Do you know what you are for me? You might be a person, but to me, you’re not just that. Baby, you’re my home.” 

Entirely defeated from the emotional weight of the conversation, you didn’t fight as he tugged you to the couch. He sat down and pulled you on top of him. His arms wrapped around your body and you buried your face into the side of his neck. 

Back where you belonged, he internally reminded himself to text Felix and thank him later. 

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I.N / 'HALLUCINATION' M/V MAKING FILM

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“happy birthday” texts with bf! skz while they're away from home.

stray kids × gn!reader (separately), fluff/humor, ss count : 8, warnings : none ☆ i would actually cry if i got these today

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Accidental Nudes with Maknae Line (texts)

Warnings: suggestive, afab reader

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Take It All

Pairing: Jeongin x F Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dub con!! Jeongin 'manipulates' reader into fucking him raw (its a bit they do), degradation, exhibitionism, possessiveness, vaginal penetration, frotting, recording, shared videos, mentions of Chan, cumming on stomach, birth control mentioned.

Word Count: 1527

Synopsis: Jeongin is a spoilt man, and he always gets his way.

"Daaaaamn." Chris whistles in your direction, fanning himself in a dramatic display as he stares at you, your tight top offering anyone in the room a delicious view of your chest. "I didn't realise my birthday had come early!"

He was always like this. Being so close to Jeongin had led to you inevitably becoming equally as close to the other boys, particularly Chris, since the two had moved in together, and you'd begun spending more time with him. His flirting was harmless, and he was like this with everyone, but that didn't make it any less bothersome to the younger man despite knowing that the others were entirely unaware of the depth of your relationship.

You were aware that more than one of them had developed crushes on you, though you paid no mind to it. You were confident and outgoing, your self-assured nature and consistency being something they found alluring when compared with the chaos that followed their career choices.

"Shut up." You hear Jeongin snap in the others direction, his eyes narrow and warning to which the other simply laughs, never taking him seriously. He saw it as your friend simply being protective over you, so who could blame him?

Jeongins' frustration is palpable when he leaves you in the living room in favour of his self-pity, still sulking in his bed an hour later when your movie ends.

"Why are you pouting when this is your choice?"

It was a question you'd asked him time and time again, though you were comfortable with his choice to keep your relationship private. It was fairly easy, and you never complained, even as he tugs you down onto his lap, his head on the pillow that was designated for you.

"I don't like him being all googly eyed with you." He's still pouting, but his hands rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing at the skin as he complains. "You're not his."

"Yes, I'm well aware. You'd never let me forget that." Your eyes roll, and it only serves to annoy him further, but your hips move against his as you lean forward to kiss him, and he's easily distracted, holding you down against him.

"I think you should make it up to me." He mumbles against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lip. It's hard not to smile at him as you grind your hips over the growing bulge in his sweats.

"Why should I do that?"

The grip on your hips moves down to your ass, forcefully dragging your covered core along his length. You were almost too easy to have lost in sensation, and he took full advantage of it, angling his hips so your clit was bumping against the tip of his cock.

"Because you love me, and you're so pretty, so sweet." He shifts so that he's sitting up now, his tongue licking strips up your neck between words. "And because I wanna be buried in that cute pussy."

It's like autopilot for you, your body inviting and pliant to his every whim, offering no resistance as he lays you down, draping his body over yours and swiftly tugging your pants down, both pleased and possessive at the realisation that your cunt was now bare infront of him.

"Oh, you dirty thing. No panties, really?"

The moan he coaxes from you is lewd and borderline pornographic as he thumbs at your clit, his teeth biting at your chest as he shoves his sweats down enough to free his cock.

"You're so fucking wet. Such a needy slut for me, aren't you?"

He doesn't expect a response, your nod more than satisfactory for him as his length slips between your folds, a deep laugh filling the room at the sight of your thighs spreading wider, sticky with arousal as he drags his cock through your slit.

"Fuck, if they could see you like this." He groans, tapping the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Fucking dripping for me."

You're whining for him, almost completely lost before reality hits you.

"Wait, Innie. We're out of condoms-"

You're cut off my your own gasps as he pinches your nipple slightly, hips still rolling against yours. It's so hard to focus when every cell is overflowing with lust, your hips moving to meet his as your body betrays your words.

"I know you want it, baby. Don't you want my cock? Do you think I'm not good enough?"

He's negging you, and it's working, desperate whines surrounding your words.

"Baby, no! Of course I do, I just -"

"Shhh. It'll be fine. Just one time, okay? Wanna fuck you raw, baby. Wanna bury myself in that greedy cunt. You'll let me, yeah? I know you wanna be good for me."

He doesn't wait for a response, the tip of his cock breaching your entrance as he thrust in and out, barely offering you any stimulation in exchange for his manipulation.

"Innie, please!" You don't know what you're asking for, but his shallow thrusts are torture, and you're desperate for something more.

"You want more, baby? You want me to fuck you nice and deep?"

You're staring at him with watery eyes, barely having the sense to question when he reaches for his phone, his camera focused on your face as he taunts you further.

"Beg for it, angel. Beg me to put it in. Tell me how bad you wanna feel my raw cock stretch you out."

He emphasises the lack of protection, rubbing his bare cock along your folds for the camera as you begin babbling.

"In- please, fuck, I need it. Want your cock, baby, please. God, I can't fucking take it, I need you!"

You don't care about the camera focused on your entrance as he inches his cock inside of you, groaning as he watches you struggle to accomodate his size. He knows he's thick, but you're soaked and he doesn't think prep is needed when you're always telling him you can take it.

"Look at you. Fucked out already?"

He tilts the phone to capture your face, your forearm covering your eyes as you pant, your back arching and offering him a tantalising view of your breasts, nipples hard and begging to be played with. He'd think about that later, ending the recording and pausing to send a message, the 'ping' of a rapid response drawing you ever so slightly from the deeps of your lust.

"What was that?" Your voice is quiet, tainted with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Channie hyung. I thought your little fans should see how filthy you are for me."

There's no time to process, one hand pinching your nipple as the other grabs your hip, pulling you down to meet his thrust as he sets a brutal pace, rolling his hips firmly into you and ensuring he pulls out almost completely with every turn, giving you the full force of the entirety of his length dragging along your gspot.

"My dirty girl. You're so greedy, baby. Taking my cock so fucking well." He punctuates his words with particularly harsh thrust, the fingers that were teasing your nipple now slipped inside your mouth so that you couldn't argue his next statement.

"I should fill you up, should I? Claim this pussy by cumming nice and deep in it."

You should panic. You really should. But he feels so fucking good and you're clenching around him, so painfully close to hitting your own high.

"Close, huh? I can feel it. Cum for me, baby. Cum on this cock. It's all yours."

You do cum. You're squeezing him almost painfully, pulsing around his length as his thrusts still to a grind, effectively massaging your gspot until you're panting in overstimulation, his hips picking up in messy thrusts as he chases his own release.

"Fuck, gonna cum. Gonna fill you, baby. Wanna watch my cum dripping out of you."

His words are slurred and you get 3 harsh thrusts out of him before he pulls out, jerking his cock a few times before his cum coats your tummy, thick ropes of white tainting your skin.

He pants for a few minutes, sitting beside your spent form and leaning down to press a sweaty kiss to your bitten lips.

"You're a fucking demon, you know that?"

He only smiles a bright, teasing smile that makes your heart pound with happiness.

"You do this to me every time."

You're trying to scold him, but the smile tugging at your lips tells him otherwise, his nose nuzzling your neck.

"You go along with it every time, though. You love it."

You're both distracted by the sound of your alarm, and he reaches over you to the bedside table, grabbing the round container that sat safely beside the lamp along with the bottle of water kept close by, popping a pill out of the packet and handing it to you.

"Your timing is impeccable."

He laughs as you swallow the pill, picking up his phone for you to scroll through the responses, which both make you blush and boost your ego to impossible heights.