#SKZ

[linolinoing]

BANG CHAN ⋮ dominATE MEXICO CITY — 250413 (© _howluvs_)

[lifeissogooddd]

"did you just call me yours?" - skz ot8 smau

𖤓 synopsis: when best friend stray kids refers to yn as "theirs" at a function

𖤓 pairing: bsf!skz x reader

𖤓 warnings: cursing, endings open for interpretation

MASTERLIST

BANG CHAN & MINHO

CHANGBIN & HYUNJIN

HAN & FELIX

SEUNGMIN & JEONGIN

hope u guys enjoyed! <33 comment for general or smau taglist, specify which. also reqs are OPEN

[faunandfloraas]

goldrush_n

[hanquokka-mochimochicheeks]

{ their weird turn ons } - hyung line

stray kids scenarios/headcanons

skz hyung line (individual) x f!reader

word count: 1.2k

genre: smut, established relationship, scenarios

warnings: kissing ⋆ face fucking ⋆ vanilla smut ⋆ mask fetish ⋆

❥ maknae line

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hyunjin - when you're wearing a mask

you’ve been out shopping with hyunjin, but he’s been way more clingy than usual. you’re beginning to think it has something to do with your face mask, but you’re not sure.

randomly, he’s been acting quite strange. just before, you had pointed out a cute bag to him and he suddenly grabbed your face and kissed you through the mask. it wasn’t just a quick peck either, it was full on. you could feel the heat of his mouth and tongue on yours through the material and it was much too passionate considering you were in public.

and then, a while later, he dragged you by your wrist behind a shelf and proceeded to pull down your mask and properly make out with you. you hadn’t noticed but he had smudged your lipstick badly too. the whole time you were shopping, he was holding a part of you– your hand, waist, shoulder and sometimes head.

now, inside a taxi, you decide to confront him about it.

“hyunjin! what’s up with you today? you’ve been acting weird…” your voice trails off as he places your hand on the warm bulge in his pants.

“i know it sounds stupid… but i’m just happy i got to see your pretty face today.”

any other day you would’ve died from cringe– but today, after all the random kisses and sweet touches, you blush a little; relieved he was just feeling unusually possessive and affectionate.

“you know you can already see my face whenever you want. i'm yours~ whether you like it or not ♡”

changbin - when you're holding hands and you dig your nails in

changbin loves when you hold hands with him. whether it’s lovers’ lock, just loosely holding on or you holding onto his finger– he’ll be happy with anything.

so as you’re sat together on a park bench like an old married couple, you take his hand in yours as you’re having a conversation about pigeons.

“but they’re like rats that can fly!” you say, glaring at the one closest.

changbin’s offended now. “you can’t compare them with rats!” he says in horror, “they’re like the epitome of cuteness and friendliness. and the sound they-” his voice cuts off as you dig your nails into the back of his hand. his breath hitches as you press in harder.

“fuuuck”, he says under his breath, his grip tensing as you loosen your fingers.

“well that shut you up, didn’t it?”

he’s avoiding your gaze now as you look up at him and squeeze his hand. “what did you think of just now?”

“nothing…”

“hmm~ you sure?”, you tease.

“fine. i just, um… remembered last night, you know? when you dug your nails into my back as you came.” he admits, blush creeping over his cheeks and ears.

you smirk at the cute reaction you got out of him,“so you liked that then~ i’ll keep it in mind.”

lee know - when you’re wearing a short skirt

it’s taking everything in lee know to stop himself from bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you raw. the short flowy skirt you’re wearing is the kind he likes best on you; white with a layer of lace peeking out from underneath. and of course you had to be on a coffee date which meant he couldn’t do anything to you, apart from little teases like squeezing your butt, touching your thighs when you’re sitting or lightly grabbing you by the neck when no one’s watching.

and now he's hard. in the coffee shop.

“fuck, baby… why did you come in a mini skirt~?” he’s so whiny and doesn't even care about coffee anymore. his knee is shaking up and down and he's crossing his arms, eyes boring into you. “can’t we just leave already?”

you’re sipping your latte slowly, enjoying this unusual whiny side of him as you say, “not until i’m done. plus, i like it here– it’s so cosy~”

“well, i can make sure you’re even cosier at home.” lee know says through gritted teeth.

“hmm”, you let out, trying to sound .

the car ride home is comfortable but lee know’s more focused on the road then usual apart from when he’s massaging your thighs with his free hand during traffic.

as soon as you're through the door, he's all over you. his mouth goes straight for your neck while his hands grope your butt through your little skirt.

“ you did this to me, sweetheart, showing off your thighs to everyone in that tiny skirt like the slut you are.” you moan at his harsh words and cling onto his shoulders.

“got everyone staring up your ass like they don’t know whose girl you are.”

“yours– all yours, lee know” you say breathlessly.

he lifts your chin up to look at him,“i’m not convinced yet, sweetheart; gonna have to remind you all over again– and you're just going to take everything like a good girl, hmm?”

bangchan - when you yawn

the cuteness aggression chan gets when you yawn is on a whole other level. he always says you yawn like a puppy; the way your eyes squeeze shut and you let out a tiny sound makes him wish he could play it on repeat. sometimes he’ll even try to kiss you mid-yawn but it always ends up with both of you in a fit of giggles. other times when he’s working and he hears you breathe in sharply, he’ll whip around in his seat just in time to see you finish a yawn. and when your eyes are just a little watery after you yawn it’ll actually drive chan insane.

another part of his brain, when he sees you with your cute mouth wide open and a tear on the edge of leaking out, just can’t help the urge to see your mouth stuffed full of his dick until you’re choking and properly crying.

and right now, when he’s already a little horny and he sees you yawning all sleepy beside him, his self-control is being tested to its limit. he waits for a while but it’s no use. he pushes up against you under the covers as you turn to face him.

“shit– please, babe; do you think you could help me?”

“what do you want me to do?” you say with fake innocence, “i won't know unless you tell me”

he slightly grinds against your thigh. “i want– wanna fuck your mouth, please”

you move so his dick is right up against your lips and you start kitten licking him. you know he desperately wants more but you keep teasing him with light touches and licks until he can take it anymore.

holding your head in one hand he thrusts deep into your throat with a loud groan. his dick is so hot and he’s using your mouth so hard you start gagging. but it only turns him on more.

it’s barely been a minute and he’s already pulling out and cumming all over your face. he has the most satisfied smile as he admires his work, before he kisses you gently.

“so perfect for me…mmh– love you so much”

❥ maknae line

[havenhyunjin]

just a dream — stray kids

— they’re totally fine about a dream they had of you breaking up with them.

☼☽⋆｡°✧ ✧⋆°｡☾☼

[strayingawayy]

dream a little dream of me...

...the one where chan arrives home just in time to kiss you to sleep.

this one is for @knowbites <333

chan and his big feet try hard, but they're never really quiet. you hear him before the door clicks like it’s trying not to wake the house. considering the house has you and a little black cat inside, its already up.

you roll over, one eye barely open, the other still dreaming.

there's a rustle, a sigh, the sound of a jacket hitting the back of the chair, a whispered swear under his breath when he hits his toe against a piece of furniture. classic chan.

he enters the space where you lie and immediately steps into the bathroom, fresh clothes tucked under his arm. the shower starts with a soft spray, steam curling under the door like it's saying hi. like it's chan's way of saying he missed you.

you let your arm flop across the empty side of the bed.

warm now, because you always leave the blanket turned down for him.

like a note.

like: come home soon, okay?

he does. eventually. because home means you.

he pads into the room with damp hair and tired bones and that goofy boyish smile that shows up just for you because he knows you're awake.

“hello, mysterious lump in my bed,” he whispers with a giggle.

“are you accepting snuggles or are you strictly here to haunt me?”

you stretch one arm out without opening your eyes.

“bring offerings first.”

“what kind?”

“compliments. forehead kisses. percy.”

the black cat, as if summoned, meows sleepily from the foot of the bed. the kind of meow that says he's disappointed by chan's attempt at keeping it down when he entered the house.

chan gasps.

“betrayed by my own son.”

you giggle, and that’s all it takes for him to crawl under the covers, a little cold and a whole lot adorable, wrapping himself around you like a sloth that missed you all day.

“why do your toes feel like icicles?” you mumble, letting him settle into you.

“because i walked through the tundra to get to you.”

“baby, you parked in the garage.”

“emotionally, it was a tundra.”

you let him press his face into your neck and inhale dramatically.

“you smell like the lavender detergent," you mumble without having to sniff him closely.

“you smell like sleep and the leftover scent of your conditioner. and love. and also possibly… cat fur?”

“he sheds when he’s proud,” you yawn before kissing chan lazily. “you should’ve told him he was handsome.”

“i did. he blinked at me slowly. i think i’m forgiven for the tuna thing from monday," he mumbles against your lips, very dedicated to the kiss and telling you about percy's recent behaviour towards him.

chan shifts closer, lips now brushing the shell of your ear.

“did you miss me or just the foot warmer function?”

“mostly the foot warmer. but also your stupid jokes. and your arms. and that thing where you kiss my shoulder like it’s the most interesting place in the world.”

he kisses your shoulder now, slow.

“it is the most interesting place in the world. all the best dreams start there.”

you giggle again, sleepy and full of that dumb, glowing joy that makes your chest feel fizzy.

he rubs your back lazily, half a circle, then stops before kissing the corner of your mouth.

“i told hyunjin i missed your laugh and he told me to write a poem about it and sell it on etsy.”

“i would buy that. do you think it comes with a scented candle?”, you ask against his lips.

“probably in the scent of ‘emotional stability and forehead kisses.’”

“i love you all silly and tired like this.” you whisper, sinking into him as your words start to slur with sleep.

he smiles into your hair, kissing your hairline now. god, this man and his kisses will be the death of you.

“same. now go to sleep before i start reciting sonnets in my worst australian accent.”

you snort, already half gone.

outside, the city hums like background music.

inside, he holds you like a pillow he never wants to give back.

and just before you drift completely, you hear him say, quiet and grinning:

“goodnight, lovebug. dream a little dream of me. featuring lots of making out. and percy.”

you fall asleep with a smile. like you always do when you're in his arms.

[o6frog]

stray kids pride ᯓ★

[leeeedith]

STRAY KIDS reaction when they realize they're in love with you

Bang Chan 🐺

It hits him in the quiet moments. You're next to him, head resting on his shoulder as you scroll on your phone, and he's just... watching you with the softest smile. You laugh at something and show him the screen, completely unaware of the storm inside his chest. And that's when it hits. "Oh," he thinks. "I'm in love with her." He gets quiet for a second, just staring at you like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen. And when you ask, "What?" with a little smile, he just shakes his head and says, "Nothing. Just... you make me real happy."

Lee Know 🐰

He's helping you cook, and you're singing badly to a song on the radio—dramatically off-key, swinging your hips, making him laugh more than he has in weeks. You accidentally get flour on his nose, and instead of being annoyed, he grins. And in that moment, he realizes he never wants to spend his evenings without this kind of joy again. His heart stutters. "I'm so in love with you," he thinks. He doesn't say it out loud, but later, when you're not looking, he snaps a photo of you laughing—just for himself.

Changbin 🐷

He's walking you home, jacket slung over your shoulders because you forgot yours again. The air is crisp, your hand is swinging in his, and you're telling him a story animatedly. He's not even listening fully, just watching the way your eyes light up, the little crinkle at the edge when you smile. Something in his chest aches. "I'm in love with her," he realizes. He stops walking for a second and just stares at you. You're like, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" and he shrugs, blushing, "Just thinking about how lucky I am."

Hyunjin 😺

You're sketching quietly on the couch, your lip tucked between your teeth, brows furrowed in concentration. He's watching from across the room. You don't notice him—too in your own world—and that's when it hits. That he's completely, terrifyingly in love with you. That even your silence feels like home. He walks over slowly, wraps his arms around you from behind, and buries his face in your neck. "What's gotten into you?" you giggle. He just murmurs, "Nothing. Just don't ever leave, okay?"

Han 🐿️

You're sharing headphones, lying on your backs in the dark, listening to a playlist you made for him. You're humming along, totally offbeat, but it makes him smile like an idiot. He turns his head to look at you, your features soft in the low light, and suddenly the words hit him louder than the music: "I'm so in love with her." It's scary and beautiful all at once. He doesn't say anything, but he scoots closer and links your pinkies together. It's his quiet way of saying "I'm yours."

Felix 🐥

You're baking together, and you're smudged with flour and laughing like you haven't a care in the world. You give him the spoon to taste the frosting and look up at him, expectant, with that radiant smile of yours. And he just stops. He feels is heart bloom like spring. "I love her," he thinks. Not in the sweet, crush way—no, this is deep. Real. Forever kind of love. He leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead, and says, "You make everything feel like magic."

Seungmin 🐶

You're talking to a kid at the park, tying their shoelace, laughing with them like it's the easiest thing in the world. He watches you from a distance, hands in his pockets, and it hits him all at once—like a breath he didn't know he was holding. "She's it." He's never been the overly emotional type, but his chest feels full to the brim. Later that night, he'll say it softly, while you're curled up in bed, "Hey... I think I'm in love with you." And when you smile into his hoodie, he knows it's real.

I.N 🦊

It's during a grocery run. You're picking out snacks, holding two up and asking which one he likes better, completely serious about it. And he's just... standing there, realizing that even the most mundane moments feel like a dream with you. "I love her," he thinks, stunned by how simple and true it feels. He chooses a third snack and adds it to the basket, mumbling, "Let's get all three. You deserve all the good things." You just grin, and his heart completely combusts.

[hyunpic]

we still talk about her [the eyebrow piercing]…

[changbinniescurlyhair]

Talk Dirty to Me (In Korean) (Bang Chan)

Synopsis. You’ve been secretly learning Korean for months, and tonight, you decide to surprise Chan at a party. Casual conversations with Hyunjin and I.N in fluent Korean leave them stunned, but when Chan catches on, he’s not amused. Instead, he’s possessive and determined to remind you who you really belong to — and he’s going to do it in the language you’ve just mastered. Pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader Warnings: Sexual content (Minors DNI), jealous sex, p in v (unprotected, don't do it), Chan switches from English to Korean and it's hot. A/N: Requested by @true-queen-of-mischief. Thank you so much for the request and being respectful/polite. I wish every anon/user was like you! Taglist is open. Requests Masterlist

The music thumps around you, bass deep in your chest, lights low and shifting. Drinks are flowing, everyone’s loose and laughing — one of those rare nights where all of Stray Kids can just chill together. You’re tucked comfortably on the couch, a little warm from your second cocktail, cheeks flushed, heart buzzing with anticipation.

You’ve been planning this moment for weeks.

“...잠깐만요, 정말 그렇게 말했나요? (Wait, did he really say that?)” The words slide off your tongue effortlessly, and you watch Hyunjin’s eyes go wide like you just flipped his world upside down.

I.N nearly spits out his drink. “Wait—wait, what?! Since when do you speak Korean?”

You just giggle, swirling the ice in your glass like this is no big deal. “그게 중요한가요?” (Does it really matter?) you tease, voice lilting.

They lose it — both of them tossing out shocked praise and excited compliments in rapid-fire Korean, and you soak it all up with a proud little smile. Every late-night study session, every secret Duolingo lesson behind Chan’s back, every embarrassing moment practicing tongue twisters in the mirror… it was so worth it.

But across the room, something shifts.

You catch Chan in your peripheral vision — standing frozen mid-conversation, eyes locked on you.

There’s a moment. Like a record scratch. His expression flickers from confusion to disbelief to something darker, unreadable.

He walks toward you, slow and deliberate, his expression somewhere between a smirk and a scowl.

“Babe,” he says when he finally reaches you. His voice is calm, but tight — too calm. “Can we talk?”

You feel Hyunjin and I.N exchange a knowing glance behind you as you slide off the couch and follow Chan into the hallway, just far enough from the party for privacy.

He turns to face you, arms crossed, his body blocking your exit like he planned it.

“Since when do you speak Korean?” he asks, low and clipped.

You blink up at him with faux innocence. “Since… now?”

“Y/N—no.” His tone drops, low and dangerous, and your stomach does a slow, delicious flip. “You’re not getting out of this. How long have you been hiding it?”

You try to bite back your grin. “A few months. Maybe. I wanted to surprise you.”

“A few months?”

His voice lowers even more, that gravelly edge creeping in. You see it in the way his jaw ticks, how his eyes darken — not angry. Oh no, it’s so much worse than angry.

It’s personal now.

He leans in, and you instinctively back up, spine meeting the wall behind you. You can feel the heat of him, smell his cologne, feel that static electricity in the air between you.

“So let me get this straight,” he murmurs. “You’ve been secretly learning Korean, didn’t tell me, and now you’re using it to flirt with my members?”

You blink. “Flirt? I was just talking…”

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” His voice is syrupy now — sweet, slow, dangerous. “You don’t get to play innocent. You wanna be cute? Speak my language? Keep secrets and make me watch you bat your lashes at Hyunjin and Jeongin?”

He steps in closer, and your breath catches when his mouth brushes just beside your ear.

“Guess I’ll have to remind you who you really belong to,” he whispers — in Korean this time.

You shiver. Not from fear. Oh no. This is something else entirely.

You’re so down bad for this man and he knows it.

He pulls back just enough to see the heat rise in your cheeks, the way your lips part. His hand comes up to tilt your chin, his thumb brushing along your jaw.

“You understood that, didn’t you, jagiya?” he says, gaze burning into yours.

You roll your eyes just to be difficult, but your voice betrays you — breathless, soft. “...안타깝게도 (Unfortunately).”

His grin is slow, wicked.

“Oh, good,” he hums, brushing a kiss just beneath your jaw. “Because I’ve got plenty more Korean to teach you.”

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The door to Chan's room clicks shut behind you, and everything shifts. The air feels heavier, charged — like something's about to snap.

Chan doesn't say a word. He just stands there, gaze fixed on you. His eyes are dark, intense — glittering with something unreadable, something dangerous. The silence stretches. You can almost hear his heartbeat through the stillness.

And then, without warning, he's on you.

You barely register the movement before your back hits the wall with a soft thud, and his mouth crashes into yours. It's not sweet. It's hungry. Desperate. All teeth and tongue, tasting, claiming. His hands grip your waist tightly, fingers digging into your sides like he's afraid you'll slip through his grasp if he lets go. The groan he lets out — low and deep from his chest — vibrates straight through you, and your knees nearly give out.

"당신은 나를 미치게 합니다 (You drive me crazy),"he growls against your lips, his breath hot as it ghosts down the curve of your neck. His mouth follows — open, insistent — trailing slow, maddening kisses along your skin. "Walking around speaking Korean like that... acting like you don't know exactly what you're doing to me."

Your breath catches as his lips graze your collarbone, and you tangle your fingers in the fabric of his shirt, tugging. "Maybe that was the idea."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide with something primal, something possessive. His gaze roams your face like he's memorizing it — etching the heat, the flush, the need in your expression deep into his memory.

"Oh, you planned this?"

You open your mouth to respond, but you don't get the chance.

Chan lifts you effortlessly, one hand slipping beneath your thighs, the other braced at your back. He carries you like you weigh nothing — like you're already his, and always have been. Your fingers tangle in his hair, and your lips find the curve of his jaw, tasting the tension there.

When he lays you down on the bed, it's with purpose. His touch is reverent, but firm — like he's placing you exactly where you belong.

And then he slows down. Purposefully. Torturously.

His hands explore first — gliding beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming over every inch of exposed skin like it's sacred. Fingertips drag across your ribs, your hips, your thighs. Every touch lights another fuse in your veins. His mouth follows, brushing trails of heat along your body: collarbone, sternum, stomach, lower. Each kiss is slower than the last. Measured. Intentional. Worship.

"그 느낌이 느껴지십니까?" he murmurs against the shell of your ear, voice deep, laced with a heat that makes your stomach clench. "Can you feel that?"

You nod, breathless, your fingers twisting in the sheets.

He smirks, his teeth grazing the skin just below your ear. "You're burning up for me."

And he's right.

You are.

Every part of you is aching for him — for more. And when he starts whispering in Korean again, low and deliberate, you can't take it. You moan his name, breathy and wrecked.

But not in English.

You say it in his language.

Chan freezes.

Just for a second.

Like the air's been knocked out of him.

Then his eyes meet yours, and they're blazing.

"Say it again," he growls. "Say my name like that."

You do.

Again. And again. Watching his control fray with every breathy syllable.

And when he finally gives in — when he settles over you, skin to skin, body to body — it's not just lust. It's a need. A promise.

He moves with purpose, every roll of his hips deep and consuming. His hard length presses against your inner thigh, hot and throbbing. You can feel the slickness between your legs, how ready you are for him. With a groan, he reaches down and guides himself to your entrance.

As he pushes inside, you feel yourself stretching to accommodate his considerable size. He feels huge like this, filling you completely. He sinks in to the hilt with a low groan. You feel impossibly full, almost to the point of pain, but it's perfect. He holds still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size.

Then he starts to move, slowly at first. Every thrust feels deeper than the last, like he's claiming you from the inside out. His hands stay on your skin, stroking, grounding you both. His lips find yours over and over, whispering your name like a mantra between kisses, never quite breaking contact — as if he needs to feel you at all times to stay sane.

And through it all, he keeps murmuring to you — sweet, filthy words in Korean, soft praise laced with heat. You don't need a translation. You feel what he means in the way he touches you, the way he moves inside you, the way he holds your face when your body starts to shake beneath his.

You're not sure what language you're speaking anymore, only that it's his, and that you're calling out for him like he's the only thing that matters.

Because in that moment, he is.

He shifts the angle of his thrusts, somehow going even deeper. You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, your orgasm building. He's relentless, pounding into you now, chasing his own pleasure. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, mingling with your breathy moans and his guttural groans.

Suddenly, your climax crashes over you without warning. It's intense, all-consuming. You cry out his name as you fall apart beneath him, your nails digging into his back. He follows a moment later with a deep groan, his hips jerking erratically as he spills inside you.

When it's over — when both of you are spent and trembling, tangled together beneath the sheets, skin slick with heat and breath still uneven — he reaches for your hand beneath the blanket, twining your fingers with his.

"I'm never letting you keep secrets like that again," he murmurs, voice hoarse.

You laugh softly, cheeks still flushed, heart still racing. "Guess I'll just have to find new ways to surprise you."

He turns to you, brushing his thumb across your lower lip with a look that says he's far from finished.

"Oh, jagi," he whispers. "You will."

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[linolinoing]

HYUNIBINI ♡ SKZ CODE EP. 61

[linoyes]

🍮🥄

[faunandfloraas]

[hanquokka-mochimochicheeks]

“fuck me” “say please”

dom!bangchan x f!reader

word count: 1.1k

genre: smut, established relationship, one-shot

summary: "i just know you couldn’t live a day without my cock"– you and chan decide to see which one of you breaks first from not having sex.

warnings: creampie ⋆ oral (f) ⋆ kissing ⋆ thigh fucking ⋆ degradation ⋆ dom/sub dynamics ⋆ switch!chan and switch!reader implied ⋆ mentions of breeding ⋆

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“you're definitely the needier one in this relationship, you know that, right?”, chan says, leaning on the kitchen and watching you make your tea.

you glance at him over your shoulder and scoff, “you’re joking, right?”

chan’s giving you an amused, cocky smile now. “you can’t have already forgotten how you were literally drooling over my dick last night and begging me to fuck you dumb”

“then what about the other day when you came in your pants just from eating me out?”

chan’s ears turn red as he stares down into his coffee mug but he’s refusing to give up. “–that was just because you wore that pretty underwear i like… i just know you couldn’t live a day without my cock stuffing your needy pussy ~”

“you’re just deluding yourself now.” you sigh in fake sympathy, shaking your head.

and that’s how your little game of who would give in first, started.

a week has passed since then and things have been going fine– up until now. you're lying on the sofa all comfy, and you know you shouldn't have, but as soon as one thirst trap of chan popped up in your feed–you couldn't help yourself. after going down a long spiral of thirst traps of him, you finally put your phone down and try to calm down.

chan’s still in the shower, unaware of the extreme mental struggle you're going through. you close your eyes in an attempt to sleep but all you can think of is chan; his smile, his body rolls, his smirking face, his dimples– everything is playing on a loop in your head.

you stand up, walk around the room, touch the table, stare at the ceiling and pour yourself a glass of water.

the sound of the shower next door stops and soon chan’s walking out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. you avoid looking in his direction when he walks in, but you steal a glance when he’s turned away from you. his curly hair is damp and dripping droplets of water onto his neck that run down his back. his muscles flex slightly as he wipes his towel over the back of his shoulders.

you choke on your water silently and desperately wish chan would just leave.

wet is an understatement for what’s happened between your thighs; you’re soaking like a bitch in heat seeing a dick for the first time.

chan, being his usual cuddly self, comes over and hugs you from behind.

“baby, you feel a little warm. are you okay?”

“mhm” you nod. but the way you shiver when he speaks against your head isn’t convincing. his arm brushes against your breast unintentionally and you moan softly.

“ahh, my babygirl’s feeling horny, is she?” he runs his hands over your thighs.

you give in and lean your head against his chest, “mm~ yes, chan, i can’t stand it anymore.”

he grabs your chin so your face is inches from his. your lips brush his and you whisper, “fuck me.”

a gentle smile spreads over face and his voice is almost condescending as he replies, “say please.”

but something inside you won’t let you say it– maybe it’s your silly pride. so instead you say, “make me, chan.”

he bites his lip and easily moves you so you’re bent over the counter. he presses up behind you, placing open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he pulls down your panties and rubs your clit, fast and rough– enough for your legs to give out, leaving you slumped over the counter, gasping. he pushes your thighs together, shoves his cock between them and begins thrusting hard– each time, the tip rubbing against your swollen clit.

and then he pulls away from you, pressing down on your back so you can’t move.

“sluts like you with no manners don’t get what they want, mmkay? so be a good girl for me and say, ‘please, chan, fuck me and fill me up with your cum’- while spreading that cute ass. i know you can do it, sweetheart.”

as you reach a hand back to spread your butt, exposing your dripping cunt, you mumble against the cool marble of the counter, “mm, fuck, please, chan… please fuck me”

“almost ~ you forgot the ‘fill me up with your cum’ part” he places a hand over your neck.

you do as you’re told and say, “chan, i can’t– just, please fuck me- fill me up– breed this pussy, please please plea-” but chan’s already thrusting into you, hard. the truth is, he’s been waiting for this just as much as you have; his breeding kink isn't helping either. he couldn’t stop now, even if you begged him to.

“you’re so fucking warm and, shit, so tight around me… perfect– taking me like this.” he’s rambling from how good it feels to finally be inside you after an entire week.

you whine and tremble as you feel yourself about to cum. you can tell chan’s close from how his breathing has gotten ragged and his thrusts are getting sloppier.

“gonna breed this pussy ‘m gon’ fuck a baby into you-” chan mutters as you both cum.

he lifts you up so you're sitting, facing him on top of the counter. he pushes your thighs apart and sweetly kisses around your cunt. “ahh, chan, you don't have to– ‘s too sensitive”

“i’ll be gentle; just need to clean you up”, he says before licking into your folds.

later, after you’re both cleaned up, chan can't help reminding you that he was right about your little game.

“i knew you were gonna give in first. so dependent on my cock, aren’t you~” he cooes before kissing you softly.

you pull back, all defensive, “like you can say much– you came so fast”

chan laughs, “says the person who begged me to breed her.”

“that was just to get you to put it in, you pervert… you made me wait forever.” you reply stubbornly.

“fine, fine… just, how about we never do this kind of challenge again– it's torture.”

“mmkay~” you say, secretly a little relieved, “and also, don’t make me beg like that again.”

chan whispers right into your ear as he walks past, “but i know you liked it~”

you squirm and roll your eyes, not wanting to accept the part of you that would gladly beg for chan on a daily basis.

‘say please’, you hear his voice in your head as you scoff, remembering his annoyingly smug face from before– but you know you'll get him back for it sometime soon.

[juhatake]

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