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dress to impress get fucked .ᐟ (maknae line)

i present: stray kids making you wear the sluttiest thing out just so they can ruin you in it later

genre: smut, minors dni. word count: 500~ish warnings: public sex, degradation, forced orgasm, possessive behavior, overstimulation, spit, creampies, breeding talk, semi-public risk. a/n: if you’re gonna dress like a whore, they’ll fuck you like one. simple math ♡ here is part two with our beloved maknaes!! based of this ask. sorry i feel like this came out totally bad and not like i imagined it :((( hope yall still like it. another disclaimer: this accidentally landed on my reblog 😭 my main is @sunshineangel0 btw haha

-> hyungs

HAN JISUNG Jisung doesn’t just pick the outfit, he makes it. Cuts the hem of your skirt higher, snips the front of your top so your tits nearly spill out when you breathe. He makes you stand still while he folds the waistband of your panties down, low enough that your whole slit’s on display if the wind hits right. “Gotta advertise what’s mine, yeah?” he grins, snapping a picture from behind. “Gonna be begging for it later. I can feel it.”

All night he plays it off like he’s sweet. Laughing, kissing your cheek, dancing behind you in the club with both hands on your hips, but his fingers keep dipping under your skirt like he can’t help himself. He whispers the dirtiest shit while you pretend to ignore the way your knees buckle: bet they’d die if they knew you were soaking for me already. Look at ‘em staring. You like putting on a show that bad, baby?

You don’t even make it back to the car. He pulls you into a dark alley behind the club and fingers you up against the brick wall, grinding into your ass while you cry into his hoodie. When you start to shake, he shoves your panties aside and fucks you raw right there, one hand choking you, the other shoved in your mouth to muffle the sounds. “Whine all you want, pretty baby. You wanted to be fucked like a slut, this is what that means.”

When he cums, he doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking into the mess, your whole body twitching. “We’re not done ‘til I say so.”

LEE FELIX Felix picks something illegal. Tiny mesh bodysuit under an open skirt, no bra, no pasties, no coverage. He makes you model it in front of him, legs spread wide on the bed while he plays with your nipples through the fabric. “You’re gonna wear this out? Damn,” he groans. “Gonna have to fuck you in every room just to calm down.”

At the club, he can’t stop touching you. His hand’s always on your thigh, sliding between your legs to remind you he owns it. When you squirm, he kisses your neck. “Be good, baby. Save it for later.” But it’s all a lie, he can’t wait. The second you start grinding back into his lap during a slow song, he snaps.

He takes you to the VIP bathroom and bends you over the sink without a word. Bodysuit pushed to the side, skirt bunched around your waist, his fingers shoved into your mouth as he rails you from behind, deep and fast. “God, you’re loud. Want the whole place to know who’s fucking you, huh?” he pants, watching your tits bounce in the mirror.

When you start to clench, he growls, “That’s it. Cum on my cock, make a fucking mess,” and you do, legs shaking, eyes rolling back. He cums so deep you feel it dripping down your thighs the whole walk home.

“You better not change when we get there. I’m gonna ruin that outfit again.”

KIM SEUNGMIN Seungmin acts like he’s annoyed when you wear something revealing, but it’s all part of the game. He lets you choose, just stares when you walk out in that microscopic dress, eyebrows raised. “Guess you’re asking for attention tonight.” His voice is flat, but he’s hard already. “Hope you know what that means.”

He’s quiet all night, just watching. Barely touches you, doesn’t say much, but the second someone looks at you too long, his fingers find your thigh, firm grip, a warning. He’ll wait until you’re confused, needy, thinking maybe he won’t fuck you after all.

Then, in the car, he drags you over the console and fucks you sideways while the engine’s still running. No warm-up. Just splits you open with one sharp thrust, hand clamped over your mouth while he mutters, “Who gave you permission to look like this? Hm? Answer me.” You can’t, your brain’s gone, the window’s fogged up, his hips bruising your thighs.

He pulls out before you cum, makes you finish on his fingers while he watches. “Sluts like you don’t deserve it easy,” he spits. “Look at the state of you. Ruined before we even got home.”

YANG JEONGIN Jeongin pretends he’s shy, but he’s the worst. Smiles all sweet when he zips you into a dress with no back, no bra, and nothing underneath. “Think anyone’ll notice you’re not wearing panties?” he asks, pretending it’s innocent. It’s not.

He touches you everywhere in public. Traces your spine with his fingertips, palms your ass when you lean against the bar. He giggles when you flinch, when you squeeze your thighs together to stop leaking. “You okay?” he teases. “You look desperate.”

He fucks you in a gas station bathroom on the way home. Bent over the sink, dress flipped up, his hand locked over your mouth as he wrecks you with fast, shallow thrusts. “You gonna cry? Thought you wanted to be a whore for me,” he pants, watching your mascara run.

When he finishes, he doesn’t let you clean up. Just pulls the dress back down and kisses your cheek like nothing happened.

“You’ll still be dripping when we get home. That’s the point.”

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this HURTS. damn.

Misunderstanding (Maknae Line)

summary: when your boyfriend thinks you’re not as invested in the relationship as he is

pairing: skz maknae line x gn!reader

genre: angst

a/n: there will be part 2 for both hyung line and maknae line!

HYUNG LINE

Masterlist

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Han Jisung

Lee Felix

Kim Seungmin

Yang Jeongin

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#RAYFERRIER: enough with the ray shit, alright? it’s DAD

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A New Addition | SKZ

AKA : You get a new pet and break the news to him! Or, someone does.

Pairing : OT8 x GN!Reader Genre : Smau - Fluff Warnings : Snake in I.N's segment

Chan :

Minho :

Changbin :

Hyunjin :

Jisung :

Yongbok :

Seungmin :

Jeongin :

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Love this one so much!!!

"pilates princess" a changbin oneshot by @cosmicalily

author's note: i was talking to @thevampywolf this morning about how there's a proper lack of changbin fluff fics on tumblr atm and i decided to make it my mission of the day to change that! i absolutely love binnie, he's the silliest, sweetest guy and i was thinking of how to blend his gym obsession with his adorable personality, and a (very much so in love) pilates princess was born!!

Seo Changbin did not have time for girls.

According to his roommate, Han Jisung, his one and only true love was the gym, where he spent almost every spare second of his day. His diet consisted of protein powder, chicken breasts, green smoothies and instant ramen. He only drank cold brews with absolutely no sugar, because he couldn’t stand sweet things. 

He was pretty quiet and some would say intimidating. Didn’t say a lot, didn’t do a lot.

But now, watching you, he felt something different. He felt strange. He felt soft.

Changbin looked over at you curiously from the bench press, pausing to catch his breath for a moment as you stretched your body like a cat, toes pointed, shoulders straight.

Dressed in a pale pink sports bra with a matching long-sleeved ballet wrap and black leggings, to say you looked a little out of place in a predominantly male gym was an understatement. Your hair was pulled back with a ribbon, a sticker-decorated water bottle by the side of your mat and an iced milky-green drink beside it.

You breathed slowly, stretching your arms forward and touching your toes before sitting straight, cocking your head at your one-man audience.

“Why are you watching me?” you wrinkled your nose in disgust, self-consciously placing a hand over your chest. “I’m here for the exact same reason as you, it’s not my fault the girls’ dorms don’t have a gym.”

Changbin flushed. “I’m sorry. It probably seemed creepy, fuck, it’s not, I promise. I’m just . . . curious. What were you doing? I’ve never seen anyone exercise like that. Everyone who comes in either beats the shit out of the boxing bag or lifts.”

“Pilates,” you smiled, looking less uncomfortable. “I got my instructing licence a bit ago, but the place I teach at is only open in the mornings. So if I’ve had an early class or lecture and want to work out in the afternoon, I have to come here. Trust me, I wouldn’t be here voluntarily. You guys are gross.”

He pouted. “I’m not. I’m cute.” 

“Yeah, sure you are, princess,” you chuckled, taking a sip from the green drink. You noticed him looking at it. “It’s matcha, do you want some?”

“Fuck no, my friend said that tastes like grass,” Changbin shook his head furiously.

You laughed at him, inching the cup closer to him. “C’mon, try a sip. You’ll like this one, it’s sweet. I always get vanilla in it since I can’t stand bitter drinks.”

He very cautiously leaned forward, looking at you carefully in case you recoiled when he pressed his lips on the straw. You didn’t, seeming less and less shy by the second, watching him eagerly as he swallowed.

“...and the verdict is?” you prompted.

“Where can I get my own?”

Jisung looked around Changbin’s room in shock, eyes comically wide as he took in his surroundings. Sure, it had been a week while he’d been staying with his parents, but surely Changbin’s life hadn’t changed so . . . drastically? Or had he somehow been invaded by some kind of pink fairy?

A pale pink sports bra lay strewn on Changbin’s bed, accompanied by a pair of soft grey flared leggings and a drink bottle. There was a handbag too, with ribbons and cute fluffy keychains, all belongings that most certainly were not his. But there were slightly more permanent looking changes, too. A pink MyMelody sticker on Changbin’s previously pristine laptop. A little beaded bow charm on his duffle bag. Two polaroids pinned above his bed; one of a girl making a kissy face, another of her with Changbin, pinching his cheek as he beamed at her adoringly.

Did Seo Changbin have a girlfriend?

And why wasn’t she a black-donning, gym obsessed weirdo like he was?

“Oh hi, Ji, you’re back!” Changbin smiled wide, something that Jisung swore he had never seen in all his time being his roommate. Or at least, not for a very long time. But Changbin had a whole different air about him; his body, although still buff, didn’t seem as tense as it usually was. His brow wasn’t furrowed and there was colour in his cheeks. And, for the love of God, had he blow dried his hair?

Jisung smiled back. “Hey, Bin. What are you drinking? New protein powder?”

“It’s a vanilla matcha, you should try it,” he handed it to Jisung, who took a tentative sip then stared, open-mouthed in shock.

“That’s . . . sweet.”

“No shit,” Changbin laughed at him, thumping his friend on the back. “It’s good, right? Y/N introduced me to them.”

Jisung handed it back, still suspicious that the real Seo Changbin had been abducted and that the man in front of him was a secret twin. “Oh, nice. Is that her stuff in your room?”

“Sure is,” a sweet voice chuckled from behind Changbin. A petite girl flew through the door, wrapping her arms tight around Changbin’s waist. “I’m Y/N, Jisung. It’s nice to finally meet you! Binnie’s told me so much about you two.”

Jisung raised an eyebrow. “And you’re . . . ?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Changbin said proudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, but he’s the babygirl. Everyone knows that,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “He’s a pilates princess now, Jisung, I’ve converted him. Surprised he wasn’t doing it earlier; it’s very him, you know.”

Jisung blinked slowly, taking in the sight in front of him.

“Seo Changbin? A princess?” he mumbled.

“Sure I am,” Changbin shrugged, and Jisung promptly fainted in shock.

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ೀ⋆ SKZ + PRINCESS TREATMENT !

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ rich bf!skz x gf!reader ˒˓ established relationship 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. fluff, kissing, minor profanity, mentions of alcohol, jealousy/possessiveness, skinship, petnames, the boys are soo whipped for you, slightly suggestive but nothing explicit 𝔀ords. 2.6k

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — so.. i’ve had this in my drafts since forever ago and i just decided why not post it lol, i wrote most of this like months ago but i did try and edit some stuff so hopefully this ain’t too bad !

방찬/BANG CHAN — “ eyes full of desire, a soul full of fire ”

Chan doesn’t just spoil you— he worships you.

You’re the jewel of his empire, the one person he always makes time for, no matter the chaos surrounding him. When he’s not finalizing contracts in glass-walled boardrooms or flying across continents for meetings, he’s home— on his knees, lacing up your strappy stilettos with fingers that tremble slightly from desire and reverence.

His touch is careful, almost ceremonial, like he’s handling something sacred.

“Damn, baby,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your ankle bone. “You’re gonna be the reason I lose my mind tonight.”

He buys you dresses in silk and velvet, personally approves every outfit sent by your stylist, and only wants you in heels that make you stand taller— closer to his lips when he pulls you in for a kiss.

At parties, you’re not just a date. You’re the moment. Every man in the room glances your way, but none of them matter— not when his hand stays on the small of your back, his arm slung over the booth with a dangerous smirk. “Eyes off,” he warns anyone too bold, “she’s mine.”

After too many glasses of Dom Pérignon, your heels dangle from your fingers and you’re barefoot in the back of a Rolls-Royce. He cradles your feet in his lap like they’re precious, rubbing gentle circles into your arches.

Later, in the bathroom of his penthouse, he removes your jewelry piece by piece. Each kiss that follows tastes like champagne and sin.

“Every man in that room wanted you,” he rasps against your collarbone. “But they’ll never touch you. You’re my queen. My only one.”

리노/LEE KNOW — “ he’s got a diamond mind. cold and hard, and brilliant ”

Minho is as sharp as the rings he wears— cold platinum, perfectly polished. To the world, he’s a calculated tycoon in black-on-black suits, the man who never cracks, never falters. But with you?

He melts.

You’re the only one who sees the cracks in the diamond. The softness buried deep beneath the cold precision. And he spoils you— subtly, intentionally, and always on his terms.

He doesn’t send you roses. He sends your favorite rare orchids, personally grown in his rooftop garden. Doesn’t give you a black card— he hands you a new Amex encased in velvet with a lazy, “Here. Don’t hold back.”

You’re perched on the marble countertop one morning, oversized button-down barely hanging on, as Minho fastens the dainty clasp of a new necklace around your throat— rose gold, with a sapphire he hand-picked to match your eyes.

And then comes that signature move: neck kisses.

“You wear my shirt better than I do,” he hums, mouth grazing your skin. “But next time… leave something on underneath. Or we’re not getting out of this house.”

Despite the stoic front he wears in public, Minho makes time for soft things. Coffee dates with just the two of you in private rooftops. Moonlit car rides where his fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on your thigh as he drives with one hand on the wheel.

But jealousy, oh, it turns him into something else.

One night, at a high-profile fashion event, a designer flirts a bit too comfortably with you. Compliments your neckline. Suggests a private shoot.

Minho’s jaw ticks.

He’s subtle— always— but you feel the way his grip on your waist tightens, the faint curl of his lip when he leans in and presses a possessive kiss just under your ear, hands splayed over your exposed back.

“Do you want him to lose his contract?” He murmurs against your skin, low and sweet like honey over broken glass.

You laugh, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“Relax, Min. You’re the only one I want.”

“I know.” He pulls you even closer, “but I hate when other people forget.”

And that’s the thing: to Minho, you’re not just his girl— you’re his weakness in a world where he allows none. He’ll slice through empires for you. And if someone touches what’s his?

He makes sure they regret it.

창빈/CHANGBIN — “ he’s like a song she can’t get out of her head ”

Changbin doesn’t date you. He composes you— in verses, in rhythms, in the way he memorizes your laugh and turns it into art.

You’re everywhere in his life. His phone wallpaper, the reason he wears color now, the girl who turned his penthouse into a second home instead of a museum of expensive furniture. And he doesn’t just want to impress you— he wants to drown you in the knowledge that you are it for him.

He flies you out to a private beach house on a whim— “You looked tired. I wanted you to breathe somewhere pretty.”

You’re barefoot, wine-drunk, and giggling under fairy lights when he plays you a new track on his portable speakers. It’s all soft bass and yearning piano.

You recognize the lyrics.

It’s you.

Your voice.

Your phrases.

Your name, laced with adoration and something so achingly desperate it makes your chest burn.

He pulls you to him, lets the wine and music blur the night. “You’re stuck in my head,” he breathes, lips ghosting yours. “I can’t write a damn thing without you bleeding into it.”

Changbin isn’t flashy, but he’s relentless. You mention liking a certain perfume? It’s already sitting on your nightstand in every size. You love vintage vinyls? He’ll bid half a million at an auction to get you the rarest edition.

He treats your smile like it’s the hook of his best chorus— repeating it, obsessing over it, addicted to the feeling it brings.

And when he kisses you? It’s never just a kiss. It’s a confession. A climax. A plea to never let him go.

현진/HYUNJIN — “ for she is his poet, and he is her poetry ”

Hyunjin lives like he’s stepped out of a sonnet— and loving you is the most extravagant poem he’s ever written.

You’re his muse, obsession, and masterpiece all at once. And he shows it in the grandest ways: silk sheets painted with roses, handwritten letters sealed in wax, moonlit portraits of you sprawled across his studio in nothing but his shirt and an entire chandelier’s worth of candlelight.

When he sends you flowers, they’re never basic bouquets.

They arrive in curated color palettes.

Blush, cream, and wine-red for love.

Lavender for the days you feel low.

Once, he sent 100 white roses— each with a note tucked into the petals:

‘For every time I thought of you today.’

His kisses are soft— reverent.

He doesn’t kiss like a man in a rush. He kisses like he’s studying art with his mouth. Like he wants to taste every emotion that made your heart beat that day.

And when you read to him— bare legs over his lap, glasses slipping down your nose— he looks at you like the heroine of a tragic romance film.

“Read slower,” he spoke softly, voice thick. “I wanna remember the sound of your voice for the rest of my life.”

On nights when the world gets too loud, he takes you to his gallery—one he privately owns, hidden in the hills. There, in a room filled only with paintings of you, he pours you wine and tells you about the constellations in your eyes.

Sometimes the moment turns heated— almost desperate. Passion rising like a crescendo as you press him against the canvas, smudging paint between fevered touches.

“You’re art,” he whispers into your skin. “Every inch of you.”

한/HAN — “ my entire sky craves your only star ”

Jisung’s love is loud, messy, and utterly devoted. He acts like you invented the concept of romance— like you crash-landed into his world and rewired the stars just by smiling at him.

He’s the type to fly you across the globe because “the moon looks better in Florence, babe. Come see it with me.” The type to sneak up behind you mid-morning and tuck his face into the crevice of your neck like you’re home, like he’ll suffocate if he doesn’t touch you every 10 minutes.

You are, quite literally, the only girl in his world— and he makes sure you know it.

His penthouse is littered with photos of you: polaroids from date nights, selfies you didn’t know he took, your face mid-laugh framed in gold on his nightstand. When his producer teases him about being “whipped,” he just grins and shrugs.

“She’s my star. My oxygen. You want me to breathe without her?”

He keeps you close in every way possible. His lyrics? About you. His passwords? Your name. His favorite hoodie? Now smells like your perfume.

But Han’s love language? Affection. All. The. Damn. Time.

Kisses when you wake up, featherlight and lingering, paired with sleep-drenched words like:

“Still dreaming about you.”

Kisses at parties, where he grabs your face in both hands and kisses you like you’re the only reason the lights are still on.

And kisses when he’s drunk— messy, dramatic, whiny kisses where he keeps telling you how hot and smart and amazing you are, face buried in your chest.

He’s never been good at subtlety.

He buys you matching jewelry— because, “If I get hit by a bus, I want paramedics to know you’re my soulmate.”

He keeps your favorite snacks in every car he owns.

And once, during a red carpet interview, he straight up walked off mid-question to bring you your forgotten lipstick because, “she can’t go without her lucky shade, are you insane??”

필릭스/FELIX — “ he smiled, and his face was like the sun ”

Felix is your personal sun— bright, constant, and utterly devoted to orbiting you.

He doesn’t just love you. He cherishes you. In his world of tailored suits, gold cufflinks, and first-class flights, you are the one thing that keeps him grounded. While his wealth might buy him anything, you are the one thing he never stops feeling lucky to have.

And he never lets you forget it.

Showering you with endless compliments (and gifts) was standard for him, he just couldn’t help himself— not a single minute went by where he didn’t think you were the most angelic little being to have ever graced this earth.

He’s sat on the edge of the bed while you’re getting ready for a gala, his eyes following every move intently, like a painter observing his subject. With his chin resting in his palm, gaze warm and unblinking, he proceeds to utter, “You’re so beautiful,” for the fifty-fifth time that night. “I doubt I’ll ever move on from it.”

He holds your shoes as you slip into your dress. Carries your clutch. Stands behind you at the mirror, fixing the necklace he bought you—a delicate chain with a charm shaped like the sun. “So everyone knows who you belong to,” he says with a wink, even though his eyes go warm with something much deeper.

And when you’re tired? He runs you a bath filled with rose petals, lights candles everywhere, and sits beside the tub just to massage your feet and tell you stories about his childhood in Australia.

His kisses are soft and lazy— like summer afternoons under silk sheets. The kind that makes your skin grow hot even after he pulls away. He holds your face in both hands like you’re made of crystal, brushing his lips over yours like he’s asking permission each time, even after years of being yours.

Felix doesn’t get jealous. He gets possessive in the gentlest way.

You catch a waiter lingering too long with your wine at a rooftop event, and he slips beside you like clockwork, arm wrapped firmly around your waist, lips brushing your temple.

“You doing okay, baby?” He whispers, voice light, but his eyes never leave the waiter’s.

Afterward, he doesn’t bring it up— just holds you a little tighter and tucks your hair behind your ear like a silent reminder: mine.

승민/SEUNGMIN — “ passionate and glowing, burningly real ”

Seungmin’s love doesn’t scream. It simmers. Beneath the rolled eyes and sarcastic quips is a man who burns for you— constantly, intensely, and without apology.

To the outside world, he’s calm, dry-humored, a little aloof— the heir to a clean-cut dynasty with a jawline that’s made headlines. But with you?

He’s yours. Only yours.

He shows up at your apartment with your favorite takeout and a scowl because “the chef was taking too long, so I made them re-do it with less salt. You’re welcome.”

But it’s the little things— the deliberate things— that give him away.

Like how he memorizes your coffee order down to the temperature. How he always opens your car door, even while pretending to grumble about it. How he lets you steal his hoodies and pretends not to notice, but secretly buys more just so you never run out.

At night, when his walls fall, his passion flares like firelight.

You’re wrapped in sheets, faces inches apart, your fingers tracing the lines of his collarbone. His voice lowers, serious and breathy.

“I don’t care about anything else. Not the company, not the press. Just you. Just this.”

And then he kisses you like he’s afraid the moment will disappear. Slow. Intense. Real.

He’s not touchy in public— but his eyes never leave you. If someone flirts with you at a fundraiser? He won’t make a scene. He’ll wait—cool and quiet— and when you’re alone in the car afterward, he’ll say, “Didn’t know I had to mark my territory so obviously.”

You’ll tease him.

“Were you jealous, Kim Seungmin?”

He just smirks, pulling you into his lap.

“I don’t share.”

And that’s the truth of it: he treats you like his world, because in a life that feels built on glass, you’re the only thing that feels solid.

아이엔/JEONGIN — “ you’re a love that i’d cross oceans for ”

To everyone else, Jeongin is the golden boy. Rich. Well-mannered. The face of his family’s empire with a smile that could charm billionaires. But to you?

He’s soft. Boyish. Yours in the most tender, achingly steadfast way possible— as if loving you is the only thing he’s ever known how to do.

It’s all or nothing when it comes to Jeongin. He doesn’t know how to be half-hearted. He brings you breakfast in bed— every Sunday, even if he’s jet-lagged. Keeps extra hoodies in his car just in case you get cold. Carries your lipstick in his pocket like it’s sacred.

He spoils you with the quietest kind of luxury. Not just designer bags or black cards, but experiences no one else could give you— like a private boat ride at golden hour where he kisses your shoulders under the sun and whispers,

“I’d sail across the world if it meant I got to come home to you.”

He kisses like he means it— sweet, slow, and then suddenly desperate, like he’s just remembered you’re real and he’s terrified he might lose you.

His favorite thing is watching you sleep in his shirts, sprawled across his massive bed while the morning light catches on your skin. He’ll sit at the edge, brushing hair from your face, cheeks flushed.

“You look too good,” he whispers. “It’s unfair how much I love you.”

But sweet Jeongin has a possessive streak— one he hides under soft eyes and polite smiles.

At a friend’s yacht party, someone calls you “gorgeous” a little too casually. Jeongin doesn’t say anything at first— just wraps an arm around you, kisses the top of your head. However, you can sense the tightness in his hold and the smile that stops short of his eyes.

He draws you in later on the balcony.

“I don’t like people talking to you like that.”

You laugh gently, “He was just being nice.”

He leans in, lips brushing your throat, voice low.

“Don’t care. You’re mine.”

And then he kisses you like he’s trying to erase any memory of someone else touching your air.

He’s soft, but he’s also the kind of man who’d fight the ocean for you— and win.

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( skz reaction ) condom or no condom .ᐟ 

🖇️📂 who in skz likes to fuck with or without a condom

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, slight breeding kink with chan cause grrrr, humiliation kink, overstimulation, small size kink with seungmin (his dick is too big for you cause i said so) creampies 🗣️🗣️🗣️ note: got super carried away and this is kinda dog but let’s gooooo

방찬. BANG CHAN

condom. he already has seven other kids he doesn’t need one more. mainly uses them cause he can’t be trusted when he swears he’ll pull out and cum on your stomach or tits instead. the faster his orgasm is to approaching the less he’s able to think about what he’s actually doing, every single coherent voice inside of him screaming for him to pull out is ignored as his cock fucks into you deep and sloppy - the promise of finally filling you up until his cum is spilling out past your little hole just makes it far too appealing to stay buried inside of your tight pussy, determined to leave you a sticky used mess once he’s done. hates himself for it but his breeding kink is dangerous, this man has to battle himself everyday to not fuck you until you’re full and pregnant, so convincing him to ditch the condoms will take some work. beg cutely enough and he’ll give in. swears he’s only doing it to shut you up but the second he sinks his bare cock into you he’s losing every lousy ounce of self-control he might’ve had, mouth drying up and eyes trained on the way your cunt struggles to take him. and he can feel every single nook and cranny of your plush cunt in ways the condom just doesn’t allow and he just can’t find it in himself to rid himself of the pleasure of finally filling you up the way you so desperately crave.  he can normally hold his orgasm out for a few good rounds, ensuring you’re completely fucked out when he finally does cum - but the first time you go without protection he’s busting inside of you within minutes. always buys you the morning after pill though and apologises for cumming inside of you, trying to ignore how good it felt to fuck your pretty pussy with no barrier.

리노. LEE MINHO 

no condom. when he cums, he cums hard. so wearing a condom just makes no sense to him and he’ll just end up ripping it off mid fuck, filling you up over and over until it’s leaking out of you, cussing under his breath that he should’ve fucked that stupid thought out of you for even suggesting to wear one in the first place. prefers having you on some type of brith control instead cause with the amount of cum this guys feeds into your pussy a condom isn’t gonna do shit. he’ll wear them when you first start dating just cause he wants to make sure you feel safe and comfortable with him but the second he catches wind you like it RAW?? he’s taking a lighter to every single condom he’s ever owned, in the trash, never to be seen again. and anytime you try to suggest using them again he’ll act so fucking offended, knowing fine rightly how much you love receiving the loads of cum he gives your greedy little pussy to even humour the idea. far too addicted to the feeling of filling you up over and over until your pussy is left all creamy and sticky and you’re crying that you can’t take anymore to ever think about going back, especially not when he’s felt the addicting press of your cunt smothering his dick and milking him for all he’s got, he couldn’t even fathom the thought of wearing them again.

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

both. he’ll always try to remember one but gets such a bad case of pussy tunnel vision that most of the time he’ll forget about the stash he keeps in his bedside drawer. tries to keep one on him cause the amount of times you’ve found yourself getting fucked in some random empty supply cupboard or bent over his studio desk have been too many to count cause this man can’t keep his dick in his pants for the life of him, only realising he doesn’t have one when it’s far too late and he’s already painted your pretty pussy sticky with his cum. he’s far too impatient and just can’t ignore the feeling of needing to get his dick wet no matter how hard he tries, somehow always manages to convince you to let him fuck you raw when he doesn’t have a condom, swearing he’ll pull out but he wasn’t prepared for how much he’d love filling your little cunt up again and again until you just can’t take anymore of him. hates the part of him that gets off on seeing you stained and dripping in cum, and might even start telling you he ‘forgot’ to buy more while he was at the store - just to have the sight of your cute cunt all used and spilling over marked into his brain. 

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

no condom. nothing gets him off like fucking you with no condom. he loves the risk of it all and the fact that he can turn you into a pretty mess with just a few pumps of his dick. loves fucking you raw so much that he’ll have videos saved on his phone of his cock stretching you out - soft praises of, ‘taking me so well angel,’ hardly audible over the sloppy sounds of his cock pumping into your pussy. needs to be as close to you as humanly possible so wrapping a piece of rubber around his dick to devoid himself of the heavenly feeling of your cunt suffocating around him just makes no sense. completely loses himself in the heat of your pussy, locks his jaw and rests his forehead on your shoulder when he’s fucking into you - just so he doesn’t lose all sense of sanity just from the mere feeling of your cunt milking him for all he’s got, and he’s prepared to give you it all. in the early stages of your relationship he’ll try to at least pull out for your sake, but the more he did the more he noticed your thighs locking around his hips to keep his dick firmly planted inside of you, forcing him to empty his loads into your greedy cunt and he just has to thank whatever god there is out there for blessing him with a girl that’s as eager for his cum much as you are. 

한. HAN JISUNG

condom but he forgets half the time. jisung gets so pussy drunk so quickly that protection will be the last thing on his mind, especially when he gets the chance to finally bury himself deep into his favourite place - your pussy. he likes the idea of being safe and protected but his hunger for your pretty little cunt to be wrapped around his cock any chance he can get just stands in the way of actually doing so. it’ll get to the point where you’ll have to carry them instead cause this man is prepared to fuck you nearly everywhere you go, doesn’t matter if you’re in public or not, he’s gonna beg to have your sweet walls wrapping around him near daily. if you actually do make him wear them it won’t last for long, he’ll whine and beg and near damn cry cause it’s just not the same :( and you have him so pussy spoiled that he might actually get blue balled all thanks to the rubber separating you both, might even pull out and take it off just when he’s fucked you dumb enough that you won’t notice, slipping back in and near sobbing the second your pussy swallows him up again, every raw twitch and spasm making his dick swell up even more. likes making a mess of you far too much to commit to condoms so they’ll become an increasingly rare occurrence in your relationship. 

필릭스. LEE FELIX 

condom. as much as he wants to he’s just far too paranoid about accidentally knocking you up to actually fuck you raw. also likes knowing you feel comfortable during sex and as appealing as thought of making your pussy all creamy with his cum is, he’d be a worried mess afterwards. makes sure he always has one in his wallet, cause with the amount you beg this man for his dick he’d rather be safe than sorry. even when you’re being all needy and he’s teased you to a state of being completely fucked out, whining about how much you need him to fuck you when the heavy weight of his cock bumping against your clit just isn’t enough - he’ll still find the will to ignore the painful swell of his dick to pull away and go grab a condom, chuckling and kissing away the cute pout of disappointment that sits on your lips when your hope of having him fuck you raw was once again shattered. tells you to stop being so goddamn ungrateful and take what he gives you :( with or without a condom this man KNOWS how to work his dick so he’ll fuck you stupid no matter what. the further you get into your relationship the more willing he’d be to finally ditch the condoms, but the second he slips into you with no rubber for the first time is the second he loses every ounce of control - fucking into you like an animal and suddenly your sweet, doting felix is gone and is now fucking you deeper and harder than he ever has before, wondering how he’s went all this time without the feeling of fucking you raw. 

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN 

no condom. this man will laugh straight in your face if you ever try to make him wear one. he knows fine rightly how greedy you are for his cum so he won’t take you seriously at all, fully arguing that a pussy as cute as yours shouldn’t be left all empty and sad without a cock in it and would look much, much prettier if it was dripping in cum. and he’s more than happy to be the one covering your little cunt in it. anytime you try to suggest using a condom he’ll make sure you regret it, forcing you to sit on his dick and fuck yourself over and over until that stupid thought was completely rid out of your pretty little head - pumping load after load into your pussy until it’s left all messy and sticky and begging for a break. loves reminding you how much you’d miss the feeling of his cock filling you up if he actually used one and deep down you hate that he’s right. sometimes he gets a little carried away cause the sight of you covered in his cum just goes straight to his dick, likes fucking you in public and making you walk around after with his cum dribbling down your thighs, knowing if you bent over just a little everyone around would get an eyeful of your cute ass painted in it peaking out from under your tiny skirt. and he’ll just have to fuck another load into you later that night from the thought alone. his cock is too big for you, and he gets such a nasty kick out of this fact, watching the way his cum from earlier that day trickles out of your pussy when he’s fucking you - only for him to push it back in with his cock and force you to take even more of it. loves seeing his cum drip to of your used cunt when he’s done and no amount of condoms is gonna take that away from him. 

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

condom, but he’s easily persuaded to ditch it. jeongin is just there for a good time and as long as he gets his dick wet he doesn’t really care. he’ll always have one in his wallet just in case but the second he gets a taste of your pretty pussy he’s only able to think with his cock and completely forgets the concept of protection. this man needs you almost every hour of the day and most of the of the time wrapping a condom on his dick is the last thing on his mind, he’d much rather it be your pussy instead. can’t think straight when he’s turned on and the only fix is you. you’ll literally have to pry him off you when he’s this eager, lips chasing after you with a small whine of protest when you pull away from him in the backseat of the company car he’s somehow managed to squeeze you into after the rest of the boys and managers were busy setting up for rehearsal, trying to get him to focus long enough to grab a condom but he’s just too busy rubbing the fat head of his cock into your cunt. he’ll be so pouty when you stop him again, ‘forgetting something jeongin?’ and he’s just like, ‘uhhh, no? i remembered to turn my computer off this time,’ and just gets right back into trying to stick his dick into you finally. only realises he forgot a condom when he’s already fucked a load into you, letting out a small sigh of relief once he pulls his softening cock from your used pussy, watching the way his cum follows and dribbles out past your folds. but he can’t find it in himself to care cause you’ve never looked prettier. always helps you clean up after though :( 

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ohhh this one’s a good one!!

( reaction ) telling them you aren't wearing panties ! ୨୧ 一 스트레이키즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ skz reaction to you not wearing panties ヾ

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request. hii I hope you remember mee~ it's okay if you don't tho I'm just here to ask I'd you could do a similar reaction to this one with riize but with skz instead. The one saying their reaction to not wearing any panties on the date. Thank you so much I love you and always remember to stay safe <333

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 here you go ! enjoy it love <3

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

thought his eyes were deceiving him; surely you would wear underwear with a skirt that short. he didn't say anything until you slid into the booth and he could see your ass poking from under the skirt , he slid right in making sure no one saw you. “what the fuck?” he sat down next to your. “where are your fucking panties babygirl?” he gritted through his teeth , just as the waiter was about to make his way over to your table. “i didn't wear any.” he could see that , what he couldn't figure is why the fuck were you trying to turn him on in this restaurant right now. “you're we already paid for the reservations.” he said , kissing your temples because the server was close. “what can I do for you guys?” he waited for the boy to leave before turning back to you.

“daddy is gonna ruin you when we get home , trust baby.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

he knew you were up to something , the fact that you were a little too excited to get out of the car and into the restaurant. “you must be really hungry huh?” you didn't say anything though , but that glint in your eye and that smirk he swore he saw made him curious. “what are you up to?” he said. “nothing” you smiled “innocently” and he damn sure wasn't buying it. “i have to go to the bathroom.” you got up leaving the boy alone , not even 2 moments later his phone buzzed , he picked it up , your plans becoming evident. “i fucking knew it.” he cursed. you sat back down to a seething lee know. “fucking slut you aren't wearing any underwear.” you giggled , knowing he wouldn't do anything in public , but you knew you were also done for after the date , he leaned over so you could only hear him.

“let's see if you find it later when your pussy is battered from cock and you still haven't came.”

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew changbin couldn't resist praising you. “binnie , binnie look at my new shoes.” he genuinely wanted to see the shoes , looking under the table , only to be met with your legs widened. his head shot up looking at you with wide eyes. “b-baby.” he was flustered , it made you giggle. “where are your panties?” he whispered , you shrugged. “didn't feel like wearing any.” he was bewildered honestly , turned on but bewildered , he didn't even give a fuck about those shoes anymore not the food. “give me a minute , gonna pay the bill.” he stood up. “wait what about the food?”

“I'll ask them to wrap it up to go , no way im gonna sit through dinner knowing how wet you are sitting across from me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew your man loved to take pictures of you during your dates , so it was perfect. you waited for him to get up from the seat to “use the bathroom” you knew he was just going to pay the bill so you wouldn't try and pay , but you let it be — quickly slipping into his seat , taking your panties off , looking around before slipping them into his jacket pocket. you smiled as you slipped back into your seat as he came back down. “how was the bathroom?” he smiled , knowing he was caught. “let me take a few photos baby.” he reached into his jacket , furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled out the lacy material. he smiled, shoving the panties back into his jacket. “you little minx.” you giggled. “my favorite pair too.”

“we should skip dessert so we can get home and i can take some photos of you laid out in bed all pretty for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : han jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

you purposely dropped the fork on to the floor, and the poor boy just trying to be a good boyfriend crawled under the table to get it for you — only to be met with your legs wide open , your bare pussy on display. a small “fuck” leaving his mouth making you smirk as he came back from under the table , his face red as he sat the fork down. “yo-you're not wearing any panties.” he whispered , his hands coming up to his cock , fixing himself. “wh-why.” he whined , upset because he was unable to do anything because you had already denied his request to leave. “i want dessert , don't be selfish sungie.”

“why would you show me if you were just gonna torture me like this baby , im gonna cum just sitting here thinking about it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : felix﹚ .ᐟ

“i think i left my lipstick in the car.” know felix kept a spare always in his pocket for you. “don't worry baby i go it.” he reached into his jacket pocket next to him. “what is this?” he innocently took out the lace , eyes widened as he shoved it back inside. “baby when did you do that?” he said , he was sure you were wearing them when you left the house , he was in the room when you were getting dressed. “i took the off when you went to pay the bill.” he gulped adams apple bobbing. “baby fuck it's hard enough to see you dressed so pretty for me , but knowing you're pussy is probably dripping on to the seat is painful love.”

“let's skip dessert tonight , i got something else sweet i want to eat and i don't think i can wait until we get home.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

you knew it would piss him off — that's why it was perfect to do it to him. your heart was racing as you hit send on your phone , your legs shaking as you watched him pick up his phone to read the message , his eye lifting up to yours , filled with a lust filled angry glare. he didn't say anything , lifting up the table cloth looking under , quietly coming up. “can't take a mutt like you anywhere can i?” he growled , you were dripping for him. “i want to go home.” you whined , needing him. “no , you're gonna sit there until the date is over.” he said , you rolled your eyes. “don't think because we're in public i won't embarrass you , i'll make you kneel right here.” you immediately stopped unsure if he was serious, but you weren't about to test that theory.

“act like a bad dog and i’ll treat you like one , let's see how funny you think this stunt is later.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

was he already looking at your ass? yes , yes he was — but that was besides the point , he could easily tell you were missing your panties through the dress. “sit the fuck down.” he hissed , you pretended to be confused , tilting your head in fake innocence. “are you fucking joking?” he growled , leaning over the table. “you aren't wearing any fucking panties.” he wanted to wipe that smile clean off your face. “didn't want panty lines.” you shrugged him off. “waitress is coming.” he could care less about the waitress. “then you wear a thong or something , i don't know.” but you wave him off. “this look is much better.” the waitress coming closer , he leaned over whispering one final threat.

“laugh now baby , shit won't be funny when your ass is sore and pussy is begging for my cock and you don't get it.”

©LUVYENI

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༺bf!bigbang headcanons

pairing: ot4 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: i yap way too much and go off topic. i genuinely think that's the only warning. like, i barely get to the actual headcanons. this is sooo messy. sorry to anyone who wanted actual headcanons, i don't have anyone to yap with, so im subjecting you all to it. maybe some suggestive stuff, but like, nothing crazy or explicit. i think i call taeyang slutty but like, it's not in a mean way, i promise. yes, i am daesung biased.

a/n: i've been a vip since 2015, but my obsession came back in full force after the mama performance. glad ya'll are coming to enjoy these old ass men like i do. also, im tryna make my posts more aesthetic. are we fucking with it or what?

more under the cut!

༺ jiyong

the og sugar daddy fr. TRUST when i say that this man will get you anything and everything you ask for. he is OBSESSED with you. even if you think it's too much, he's just like "who do u think i am? nothing is too much for u 😝" honestly, he's the sweetest guy. especially current-day jiyong. he likes to decorate your place with various paintings and projects that he's made himself. that being said- he doesn't just buy you beautiful expensive gifts- he also loves to gift you cool little handmade things, or one-of-a-kind items of clothing that he designed specifically for you. as for the future of you and him?? marriage?? kids?? living together forever and ever till death do you part?? maybe!! honestly, idk if mr. kwon jiyong is the type of guy to get married, but i think he deserves to be with someone who'll be there for the long run. whether that be marriage, or just a long-term partnership. i can also see him being a fantastic dad omfgggggg. literally every clip i've seen of him with kids, he just treats them so sweetly and gently, i just know he'd be the best dad 😭 so yeah, i luv him and he deserves the world.

༺ seunghyun

did someone say DILF MATERIAL???? (it was me, i did.) GUYS I WANT THAT OLD(er) MAN SO BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. okay, i know he's not that old but i'm like, 18. everyone is old to me. that is soooo besides the point, so imma just get into it. istg people are tryna paint this man as a domineering personality. but like... this guy is peak shy silly introvert. AND THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. I LOVE IT. i just know that this man would ask for your help putting together his outfits in the mornings he had a press conference or interview, and you'd hype him up and he'd get all shy and silly. (i'm going insane) now, if i remember correctly, i think i saw an interview of him saying that he doesn't want to have kids bc he doesn't think he'd be a good dad. but like...i think if he did have kids, he'd literally be the cutest dad everrrrrrr 😭 like, his kid would come home from kindergarten or whatever and show him a picture they colored, and he'd act like it was an absolute masterpiece and put in on the fridge and everything. also, i'm convinced that he'd be the best most romantic husband on the planet!! like, he'd go all out for anniversaries, and birthdays, and valentines day...like, he'd make reservations at a nice restaurant, buy you a beautiful sentimental gift, and KSJHGFLKJDGHODGUIHDGJKLDGJKD i just love thinking about him, but imma stop here so i don't yap for too long 🥲

༺ taeyang

min hyorin, i want your husband. okay, being fr though, we all know that taeyang is a ROMANTIC. THIS MAN IS A D1 YEARNER. he would do literally anything and everything for his partner. in the wise wise words of shinee, he's got romantic in his heart. frfr. honeslty, "headcanoning" him feels kind of strange, bc we already been KNOWN that this man is one of the best living examples of husband-material out there!! but for the sake of fanfic, we'll briefly cast out real-world knowledge from our minds. now, let me yap. this man is the type to wake you up in the morning with breakfast in bed and a kiss on the forehead. not even kidding. i just know he would. he wouldn't tell you the exact time and day he's coming home from tour, so him walking through the door can be a surprise for you every time (he'd come with gifts too, omfg) ofc marriage and kids are 100% on the table with him. now, it's easy to say that bc we all know that irl he has a beautiful little family. but in fanfic world, it still would be!! he's always given off family-man vibes to me, idk about ya'll! yeah, he stays slutting it out on stage, but knows where home is 🙏

༺ daesung

sometimes babygirl is a 35 year old man named kang daesung. for real though, if you've read my smaus about this man, you would know that i see him as a silly little millennial man who barely knows how to work a phone. (probably true, actually) now, don't get me wrong, he may be a silly little guy, but he is FINEEEEEE AS FUCKKKK. i can just imagine it now omfg, he's the type of guy to do the arm thing while backing out of a parking spot, ykwim?? like, where he'd put his arm over the back of the passenger seat and LEANNNNNN to look out the back window?? i think i'm just obsessed with his arms. it's okay. i'm okay. i can move on from this (i can't). now, i feel like this man is notorious for being the single most extroverted introvert on the planet. like, he's so hyped up and silly when he's filming his show and on stage, but then i imagine at the end of the day, he comes home, and just wants to be taken care of and cuddled. omfg. social battery DRAINEDDDDDD he's just like me frfr. speaking of coming home at the end of the day, did someone say HUSBAND MATERIALLL????? I DID. I DEFINITELY DID. i honestly think that although he's super goofy and out there, he might just be one of the top contenders for the top spot on the husband material tier list amongst these guys. i can just see him being wholly and completely devoted to his partner, learning to cook their favorite dishes, and treating them like they hang the sun and moon and all that. ALSO, absolutely would be a fantastic dad. like, he'd be the goofiest, sweetest, most understanding dad on the planet. also another that would support his kid in everything and anything they did. buying all the materials needed for whatever hobby or sport they're interested in, and cheering them on every step of the way. i can't go on any longer bc this will end up being WAY too long. but yeah. daesung rules.

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「 𐔌 . ⋮ off limits ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 」

.・゜⤑ dbf!bang chan x reader ⤷ “I’m going to hell for this,” he mutters. — your dad couldn’t pick you up from the airport, so he sent his best friend instead. bang chan. older. broader. still single. still unfairly hot. something about it hums, something neither of you are supposed to touch. ➶wc: 1.6k ↺ tw: age gap, sexual content (explicit), unprotected sex (dont do that guys), power imbalance (father’s best friend),potential dubcon undertones (due to authority figure + age gap, even though consent is present). ⋆ a/n: culprit is THIS VIDEO that inspired me to write this. his fault. all his fault. also imagining chan as with silver streaks and experienced hands makes me ahsgzashfdjwh. btw im trying out a new layout rn? tell me how you like it!! enjoy the story hehe・。.

The first thing you see when you step out of the terminal is him.

Bang Chan. Leaning against the side of his car like a photo in motion—arms crossed, sunglasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, one foot propped against the bumper. He’s broader than you remember. Hair a little messier. Tan deeper. But the same dimple shows when he smiles. And the sight of him still punches a little too low in your stomach.

You pause, blinking like maybe you’re imagining it. Like maybe this is some private fantasy you shouldn’t still be having at twenty-two.

He pushes off the car when he sees you, grin sliding lazy across his face.

“Didn’t recognize you for a second,” he says, stepping close. His voice is lower than you remember. Rougher. “You look… older.”

You arch a brow as he pulls your suitcase out of your hand with one casual tug. Like it weighs nothing. Like you weigh nothing.

“That a bad thing?”

He opens the passenger door for you, gaze flicking down your body once—quick, but not quick enough. “No,” he says. “Just dangerous.”

You pretend you didn’t hear that. Slide into the seat. Try to ignore the way the leather’s still warm from the sun.

The car smells like cedarwood and mint. Something clean but lived-in. Like him. Like his hand lotion and the gum he always used to chew when he was helping your dad in the garage.

The ride starts out quiet. The engine purrs low. Music hums under it—some soft indie playlist he probably didn’t think twice about. Outside the window, the city blurs past in streaks of concrete and light. Your legs stick slightly to the seat. His elbow brushes the edge of the console every time he shifts gears.

You glance at his hands. Big. Tanned. Veins prominent across the back like a roadmap. One of them drums against the wheel in a rhythm too steady for how fast your heart’s beating.

He glances over. “Sorry your dad bailed on pickup duty. Got called into some last-minute meeting and figured I was a decent stand-in.”

You smile. “I don’t mind.”

His mouth twitches, but he doesn’t look away from the road. “It’s good to see you.” “You too.”

Silence settles again. But this time, it feels loaded. Stretched tight, like the air’s thinner somehow. Every little sound magnifies—the low buzz of tires, the squeak of the leather when you shift, the scratch of his nails against the steering wheel.

You tug your shorts down an inch. Not because they’re riding up—because you suddenly can’t stop thinking about how bare your legs are. How close they are to his hand on the gearshift. The console between you feels smaller than it should.

Suddenly, as if another symptom of whatever was happening to you just now, your troath started feeling dry. You reach for the water bottle in the holder. His. Cold to the touch, beads of condensation slipping down your fingers.

“Mind?” you ask, even though you’re already unscrewing the cap.

He glances, just briefly, then back to the road. “Help yourself.”

You sip, slow. Let the water hit your lips, then hold his gaze in the mirror above the dashboard. His jaw flexes. His grip tightens. You set the bottle back down, letting your fingers linger on the rim just a second too long.

“You always this quiet now?” he asks.

“Depends who I’m with.”

He laughs, but it’s short. Breathless. There’s something restrained in the way he shifts in his seat, like he’s trying not to look at you again. He pulls off the freeway and into a quieter neighborhood—trees lining the streets, golden-hour light cutting across the pavement. You know where he’s going before he says it.

“My place is closer. Figured I’d bring you by, let your dad catch up with whatever he’s buried in.”

You nod. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

But when he parks in the driveway, neither of you move. He sits back, one hand still on the wheel, the other dropping to his thigh. His chest rises slowly. He looks at you then—really looks. Not a quick glance. Not a polite check-in.

His eyes drag over your face, your neck, the way your collarbone curves beneath your shirt.

“You’ve changed,” he says, voice low.

“So have you.” He doesn’t answer right away. Just keeps looking at you like he’s trying to memorize something he shouldn’t be seeing.

Then—slowly—he reaches over. Fingers brushing your cheek as he tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear. His knuckles skim your skin, linger just a beat longer than necessary.

You don’t lean away. His voice, when he speaks again, is rougher. Like it’s being dragged out of him.

“You’re making it really hard to be good right now.” You whisper, “Then don’t be.”

He groans—quiet, guttural. His hand moves to your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. His eyes flick between your lips and your eyes like he’s still fighting something in himself. But it’s losing.

“I’m going to hell for this,” he mutters.

But his belt is already unbuckled.

And you don’t stop him. His belt clicks open, the sound sharp in the quiet space between you.

You watch his hands move with purpose—undoing the top button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down slow. Like he’s daring you to stop him. You don’t.

You shift in your seat, breath caught in your throat. Your thighs press together involuntarily. Everything feels too tight—your shorts, your skin, the air in the car.

He leans over, crowding your space. His hand curls around the back of your neck, warm and steady. His thumb strokes just beneath your jaw as his lips hover close.

“This is a bad idea,” he murmurs. You nod. “Yeah.”

But you still tilt your chin up to kiss him.

The second your mouths meet, something snaps. His grip tightens. His lips crush yours with weeks—months—of pent-up restraint unraveling all at once. The kiss is rough. Starved. Tongue and teeth and heat. His free hand slips under your thigh, dragging you closer across the leather seat. It squeaks under the shift of your weight.

You climb over the console without thinking, knees braced awkwardly on either side of his lap. The steering wheel digs into your back, but you don’t care. All you can feel is him—his hands on your hips, the hard line of him pressing up against you through his boxers.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he breathes against your mouth, voice low and frayed.

“Pretty sure I do,” you whisper, grinding down against him.

He swears—soft and filthy—and yanks your shirt up, lips trailing down your neck to your chest. He mouths at the swell of your breasts, biting just enough to make your breath hitch. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he pulls one cup of your bra down and sucks your nipple into his mouth. Wet heat. Tongue flicking. You cry out, hips rolling against him with no rhythm, just need.

His hand slides between your legs, cupping you over your shorts.

“Fuck,” he mutters, feeling the dampness there. “You’re soaked.”

“Do something about it.” That’s all it takes.

He pushes your shorts aside, fingers slipping under your underwear, finding your clit with maddening precision. You jerk against him, moaning quietly into his shoulder. His touch is practiced—slow circles, pressure just right. He watches you unravel like it’s the only thing in the world he wants.

“You gonna come just like this?” he asks, voice husky. “Grinding on my hand in the front seat?”

You nod, desperate. He presses two fingers inside you, and your whole body clenches.

“God, look at you,” he groans. “So fucking tight. So wet for me.”

You whimper, burying your face in his neck. His fingers move faster. The heel of his palm keeps pressure on your clit. Your thighs tremble.

It builds quick—hot and overwhelming. You fall apart in his lap, jaw slack, breath catching on a moan as you come around his fingers. He holds you through it, whispering praise into your skin, mouth brushing your ear.

When you come down, he pulls his fingers out slow and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact.

Your breath catches all over again. Then he lifts you just enough to free himself—hard, thick, flushed at the tip. You reach down to wrap your hand around him, stroking once. He hisses.

“You sure?” he asks, voice ragged. “Because if I fuck you right now, it’s not gonna be soft.”

“I don’t want soft.” That’s all the permission he needs.

He lines himself up and pulls you down in one thrust. You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. He curses, low and broken.

“Gosh—so tight—fuck.”

You bounce in his lap, seat creaking beneath you, the whole car shifting with every movement. The windows fog. Your thighs slap against his. His grip on your hips is bruising.

You ride him like you’ve wanted to for years—needy, reckless, filthy. The angle is deep. Every grind hits something electric inside you. Your second orgasm sneaks up fast, faster than you expect, and you cling to him as it rips through you.

He follows with a growl, hips jerking up into yours as he spills inside you. One last thrust. Another. Then stillness. Breathless. His forehead pressed against your chest, sweat beading at his hairline.

The car is silent except for the sound of your breathing. The smell of sex hangs thick in the air.

Neither of you speaks right away. Then, voice rough, he mutters, “Your dad is going to fucking kill me.”

You laugh, breathless. “Guess we better make it worth it, then.”

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「 𐔌 . ⋮ new number, who is this? ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ 」

1 .・゜ ⤑ lun8 x reader; takuma x reader ⤷ chael tries to add a new staff member into the group chat, he messes up one digit and adds you instead. you were gonna leave the group chat… but then you didn’t. they assumed you were their new stylist... and you just… went with it. ・。.

💬[ LUN8 SCHEDULE CHAT 🐣]

[Chael] added you to the chat

[Chael] yo team say hi to our new stylist!! 👕✨

[Jinsu] finally omg welcome!! schedule drops tonight btw

[Junwoo] hi hi hi welcome!! i’m the visual jk not really but also yes

[Ian] ignore him

[Dohyun] welcome 🫡 don’t let them bully you

[Eunho] what’s ur opinion on leather pants. just asking

[Takuma] what’s the pasta that looks like little snails again

[Chael] takuma focus for once

You stare at the screen. You don’t know these people. You should leave. But you also know the answer to the pasta thing.

[You] lumache. it means “snail” in Italian.

[Ian] wait what

[Junwoo] stylist’s kinda smart tho 😳

[Takuma] thank u. i KNEW it wasn’t just “shell pasta”

[Jinsuuuu] anyway quick q open hem or cuffed sleeves for next shoot?

[You] open. lets the movement show on stage. better lines.

[Chael] oh they know stuff

[Eunho] okay so i have these vintage adidas and idk if it clashes with the coordi vibe??

[You] send a pic. i’ll let you know.

[Dohyun] if you survive styling us for a week i’ll buy you fried chicken

[Ian] you didn’t even buy me fried chicken when i lost a shoe mid-choreo

[Junwoo] he’s still bitter. it’s been 3 months.

🗨️[Private DM – Takuma → You]

hey don’t tell the others but thanks for not laughing at the pasta thing i know they joke a lot but i was legit curious lol

[You] it was a good question tbh. solid pasta. underappreciated.

[Takuma] okay so you’re def my fave coordi now. just saying.

💬[ LUN8 SCHEDULE CHAT 🐣]

[Jinsu] also small thing—company might want to hop on Zoom with you before rehearsal. i’ll send the link

Your stomach drops. You are not a stylist. You are literally sitting in your room in your pajamas googling “fashion terms for performance outfits.”

[You] uh sure let me know the time

And just like that… you’re in.

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genre: gnab, gnab, gnab

pov: gnab

description: gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab, gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab gnab.

pairing: gnab x gnab

warnings: gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab

gnab count: 2,714

©gnab (2025) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

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hyunjin the man you are

Hyunjin is the type to whisper the most nastiest things in your ear IN PUBLIC then kiss your forehead and walk away!!!

[ TONGUE TIED ] - H. H.

I’m gonna have fun with this one. Read at your own risk…

He was being nice at first.

Incredibly, extremely, and suspiciously too nice.

You should have known better. Especially when he showed up at the after-party in way too good of a mood, but you chalked all his soft smiles and pleasant compliments up as he rode the high of attending another spectacular Versace show.

That was your assumption until an hour ago.

It started with a simple, “You look so pretty in that dress, baby…” Just a whisper from his lips right against the shell of your ears that bloomed red at his sudden affection in such a public space -granted even if you were hidden away from most cameras and drunken attendees. Hyunjin was never so subtle about it, bowing his head to nudge against your own and letting his chin rest on your shoulder for a moment. You shivered internally, tickled by his body heat and the prickle of his freshly dyed and cut hair.

“Thank you, Hyunie.” You give a smile. A gummy honey dipped grin that makes him flash a charming smile back. “Let’s get another drink yeah?” He doesn’t wait for a proper response. Waving for another round of drinks while you sit up close to his side, enjoying his warmth in a sea of chatter and music.

One shot makes him giddy. Another makes him oddly quiet. And the third has him staring at you as if no one else is worth a glance.

Then comes those sly remarks of his that never seemed to end. The ones that stir butterflies in your chest, heat through your cheeks, and prickles of intrigue and pleasure up your spine. Hyunjin is masterful with his hushed remarks. Uncaring who may hear him mumbling sinful things in your ear again and again.

He wants them to see it, to watch you squirm and fight off the sensation his words alone give you in an instant. His tongue dips and dives with nearly insane phrases and promises.

“What if I fucked your right here, hm? In front of every fucking person just to show them how much of a slut you are for me…”

“Fuck I can’t wait to have that pretty pussy all to myself.”

“Look at you. Can’t even keep still, hm?”

“You’re making me so hard right now it’s starting to piss me off…”

“You'll let me have a taste, right?.”

“Don’t tell me you’re already wet. Fuck you’re just too easy..”

“Awe come on baby I promise one touch won’t hurt. No one is gonna know it besides me.”

“Let’s leave or I’m going to fuck you on the car ride hotel like before but you’d like that wouldn’t you…”

Composure was no longer your concern. His hands found your waist as he scaled and pushed past the crowd. His eyes catching your own more than once while a smirk played on his lips. He’d won. He knew it and you knew it.

He’d keep his promises like always. Let you scratch and run your pretty nails through his shortened hair while he kneels in the back of the SUV driving you both back to his hotel. He’s thorough, consistent, hungry. You wonder which god above favors you so much to make a man so breathtaking yearn to swallow every drop of arousal you let slip from cunt onto his tongue. He’s persistent. Flicking his tongue where he pleases as long as it pleases you too. All those slick comments he’d spilled into your head come rushing back in waves, sending whines from your mouth as he sues the very same mouth that spoke them to suckle on your budding clit and wet folds.

Hyunjin has no shame. Still muttering flattering profanities and aching praises.

“Missed her so much….I always do,” he muses silently beneath your soft and muffled moans, gazing at your fluttering hole with a grace that seems never ending -as if he prides himself in making it so weak and needy with a flick of his tongue.

Your heart stops when he blows a cool breath on your bundle of nerves, planting a long kiss to it right after and diving right back in to lap at dribble of cum collecting at your entrance.

He’s a fiend.

A smooth talker with an addiction.

Hyunjin takes pride in it and you have little to know choice but to accept it.

Because why would you ever settle for a man who doesn’t stick to his word -even the filthiest kind?

Smth sweet and short cause why not. - 🖤 Mrs. Bahng

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“This is crazy, I am not doing this,” you sigh dramatically as your friend judges you with the straw in her mouth. You look up and glare at her, how dare she not give it any importance?

She silently stirs her drink before saying, “You knew this was coming, he is just two ahead of you in the list.” You groan softly knowing how right she is but you still refute, “Well he is two before, I am supposed to partner with the one before me.”

“How convenient he dropped out right before,” she grins obviously enjoying this situation more than you can imagine. “Can you stop smiling? It isn’t funny,” you roll your eyes as she shrugs.

“All you talk about is him being cute, him staring at you and him looking hot so I think this is a great opportunity,” she giggles as you slap her arm and shush her. “You have to remember he rejected me,” you whisper as if the other people in the café are very interested about you and Minho.

“Uh correction, he said and I quote, ‘Not into those right now’, and that screams to me that he is interested but is just shy,” she winks as you make a ‘barf’ face before saying, “That is worse, technically.” Your friend scoffs at you and makes a hand gesture which you figure out- stop overthinking.

Maybe she is right, maybe you do need to do that.

She was not right. You tap your feet nervously as you wait for Minho to fix his camera for the outdoor shoot you have been given project on. You two have reached here separately and there has been nothing but silence since the past thirty minutes. The time has given you to wonder why you couldn’t have kept your mouth or rather your fingers shut a week ago when you boldly typed out the message that you like him.

You quietly arrange your equipment making up your mind that you got to suck it up and work with him. Moments later he walks in and you force yourself to not look up. You need to play this non-chalant because he promised you two would stay friends but it is easier said than done.

“Shall we start?” you jolt and then curse quietly before nodding at him and get up avoiding all possible eye contacts with him. Minho blinks before shrugging and pushing the document print out towards you. You take it as fast as you can, skimming through the details and nodding.

You breathe in and realise you can do this fast or slow and it all depends on you two so you finally say, “You can film the people while I film the nature and then we can contrast my video with your everyday life video for the final video.”

“That’s a good idea, we should start right now?” he asks and you give him a look saying, “You spent fifteen minutes fixing your camera and so did I, of course we are starting now!” Minho snickers a little and you swear you see his lip corners lift up a little but he brings the camera to his face and you focus on your work.

A few hours pass by and you are kind of relieved that the awkward atmosphere has soothed a little. You are glad that both of you are sticking to the work and that he hasn’t brought up the last week event. The only thing that is worrying you right now is the cloud forming in the sky that is telling you it is going to rain.

You look at Minho once who is still engrossed in filming so you shrug the feeling off as you resume your own work. Soon enough a ‘plop’ sound makes way to your ear and almost instantly you hear Minho curse under his breath as he taps you urgently. Without looking at him you start packing up as you hear his frantic breath trying to find a good shade.

The rain drops start becoming more frequent and you panic at the thought of saving the equipment. Suddenly a hand grabs your wrist and someone is pulling you fast as you look up to see Minho with your equipment in his other hand. The rain comes harder and he pulls you harder as you see the faint shadow of his car standing at the distance.

You watch him getting soaked as he holds an umbrella over your head but something takes over you as you snatch it from him even while running and hold it over his head.

He gets no time to argue as you two run and as soon as you reach the car you pack the equipment in the back. You push him off towards the driver’s seat as you sit down on the passenger seat. You internally cringe at the very large wet sound your clothes make as you sit down.

Minho sits down and shuts the door, the tapping of the rain against the car the only sound filling your void right now. You hear a very soft indie music playing in the radio as you two sit silently until he breaks the silence, “Are you an idiot?”

Your head whips towards him at comical speed mouth agape to argue back but suddenly your face is covered with a towel as you feel him running it over your hair. That very effectively shuts you up as you feel him slowly bring the towel down to wipe your face slowly. As soon as you feel your face dry a bit he takes the towel off you and awkwardly throws it at you mumbling, “You can do it on your own now!”

You quietly take it and before he can say anything else you reply, “For the record, I am not an idiot.” “You definitely are considering how you pushed the umbrella towards me,” he retorts and you scoff saying, “Because the camera needs more saving than I do and may I remind you that you were holding my stuff.”

He shuts up knowing he can’t give a proper reply to that argument and you quietly return to drying yourself up. Now that you two were are quiet and alone you hope he will not bring up last week at all. You hear him turn on the seat warmers and quietly murmur a ‘thank you’.

Minho looks at you worriedly and before he can stop himself he says, “Don’t catch a cold.” As soon as those words reach your ear you reply before you can stop yourself too, “Sure, now you care!”

Your eyes widen at your uncontrolled mouth as you splutter out a ‘sorry’ but he replies, “I have always cared about you.” “Yeah whatever,” you reply and he replies, “I know you saw my lingering gazes in class.”

“Yeah why? Because this girl asked you out and you said you are not interested right now,” you chuckle sarcastically at him and he looks away knowing he really has no excuse to that. He stays quiet for a while as the clatter of the heavy rain takes over again before he speaks, “If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t ask you about your semester break plans, if I didn’t care I wouldn’t ask your birthday seconds after you said you really wanted a gift on your birthday and if I didn’t care I wouldn’t be asking you out again right now.”

Your eyes widen as you try to make sense of his talk but he continues, “And I know no apology could ever be enough for this but I freaked out so hard when you asked me out because I could never imagine a girl like you liking me at all. And maybe the irrational part told me I would ruin it all by dating you so I hung onto the last thread and told you I still want to be friends. And I know it’s stupid, and it doesn’t make sense-“

“It doesn’t,” you shut him up as you speak over his rambling, “but I’m willing to take your nonsense over anyone else’s perfectly crafted world any day.” His eyes widen as he asks, “Wait, for real?”

“I mean what kind of loser keeps stealing glances in class even after rejecting the girl he likes over texts, find her right after you enter the class, and if you freak out for her getting wet it just adds icing to the cake,” you giggle as you keep looking at his poker face.

“Does this mean, you are saying yes? You will go out with me?” he asks impatiently and you tap your fingers against the dashboard saying, “Hmm, I don’t know, let me think for about sixteen hours and then reply.”

He groans but nods his head saying, “Fair enough.”

“Should I then say ‘we should be friends’ then steal glances and then ask you out a week later?” you smile, mischief gleaming in your eyes and he slams against the seat replying, “You are never letting this go are you?”

“Never,” you giggle as he narrows his eyes but a small smile plays on his lips nevertheless. You look out the window where the rain is still making patterns from the heavy downfall. Maybe rainy days aren’t so gloomy after all!

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F1 Rainbow Illustrations

All the rainbow illustrations I did between last year and this year! :D Always super satisfying to put them all together lol