#black hole chan

[elizabethalsagacomics]

Did I ever share this here? I'm very proud of it.

Funny explanation under the cut:

I drew this back in 2019, in light of artists designing their take on Black Hole Chan, after the image of the black hole she was based on had been released earlier that year. I decided to draw my own version, and I made her a dragon in response to a conversation I had with a friend who- at the time- reviled all things anime because of how oversexualized many of the female characters are usually portrayed.

So I decided to make her into a sexy anthro dragoness. To my surprise, my friend preferred that version over the anime girl ones.

I finished coloring it in 2021.

[real-duck-bacon]

~2019 Art~

Remember when the Internet was freaking out about that image of a black hole?

and then they started turing it into an anime girl?

Yeah, me too.

[black-swan-ldr]

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[astraystayastayastray]

Black Hole

pairing: fem!reader + idol!bangchan

featuring: other members of straykids briefly appears

genre: soulmates au

warning: toothrotting fluff!

song by: Bangchan and I.N of Straykids (SoundCloud below the cut)

a/n: hey yall im not dead <3 heres a small lyric fic with bangchan! im finally away from work on a little christmas vacation with my family so i might squeeze in maybe one fully finished oneshot soon! please support by reblogging! ty!!

Description: Bangchan falls in love with you at first sight and cant help wanting to believe in the theory of soulmates after seeing your smile.

DO NOT COPY WORK.

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"Thank you STAY!" Felix waves at the fans before him who are happily cheering for him and his group.

"Yeah! We'll be back!!" Han jumps up and down, trying to take in every single STAY in front of him.

"Don't forget us STAY! Don't go to other idols' concerts!" Seungmin jabs a finger up at the stars above, pointing to tell his fans never to forget this beautiful day.

As you obediently glance up at the night atmosphere, you breathe into the bustling air of excitement and listen to the exclamations of some of the other fans around you.

Shining brightly in front of my eyes

Is a whirlwind of time and space,

The falling sky warmly surrounds and caresses me

Today, Stray Kids did their comeback tour outdoors under the bright star constellations, the stage illuminating the darkness and casting away any fear or anxious nervousness.

In other words, the perfect weather, the perfect setting, and the perfect family to share this memory with, made everything feel like home.

I fall into you again,

Into your heart,

Leaving myself to gravity

You suddenly hear gasps and cheers around you. The group has split up to bid goodbye to STAYS who would have to leave soon.

You quickly put away your phone which was overflowing with pictures and videos, attempting a big wave at Jeongin who was walking close by your seat.

He spots you, grins, and lightly gestures to the idol behind him that you were here.

Bangchan emerges from behind the maknae and sees you as well. He smiles as if he could wish for nothing more that can make him happier than he was now.

You wave again, giving your boyfriend a thumbs up and a heart.

Minho also joins the two idols, hopping off the stage together to meet the fans in your part of the area.

Jeongin and Minho rushes off to take pictures with STAY, but Bangchan continues to trot over to where you are.

Everybody screamed and rushed around to get a picture with the Bangchan, getting closer and closer to where you were. You who were squished between the mobs of overexcited fans, could barely see him approaching as you fought to keep yourself in your seat.

You can hear a light chuckle as a strong arm grasps your waist and pulls you up. Bangchan gives a light squeeze on your arm and quickly lets go, waving to everyone around you as if nothing had happened.

I’m trapped in your space again,

There’s nothing I can do

But fall in love

People cheer for Bangchan's sincere care for a fellow STAY, but between the two of you, it is an interaction of two couples, amidst the stardust of joy.

The moment we touch each other amidst the stardust

I know that baby you are the one

"Alright! We're leaving now!! Bye STAY! Eat well! Don't forget your Binnie!"

A final cheer follows Changbin's remark and erupts the night as the group at last exits the stage.

Fans around you bustle out, but you stay where you are, wishing this moment could last forever.

You reach for your bag to get your phone and take an uber home but you notice a piece of sticky note clinging onto your jacket.

Curiously glancing at the paper, you read, "I'll be outside! Take your time!!"

Smiling, you hurriedly scramble out of the outdoor stadium, searching for your boyfriend.

Suddenly, you feel the same strong arms that touched you minutes ago, grasping tightly around you from behind.

"Hey baby~"

"Channi-!"

"Shh! Remember we're in public?!"

"Right!" You act a whole skit of zipping your mouth shut. You then smile happily at the man in front of you.

Chan was wearing a black cap over his styled hair and an additional mask that covered his face. "What am I going to do with you," he says as he gently rests an exhausted head onto your shoulder.

Carefully brushing away sweaty, damaged hair from his masked face, you pull away from Chan and glance up into his sparkling eyes. "Tired?"

"Mmm," he nods and envelopes you into another hug.

Giggling, you take his hand and walk along the sidewalk of the streets. There was a long comfortable silence as you two walked past bustling cars and excited fans all ready to leave.

You find privacy behind a large lamppost that covers the two of you from anyone else's view.

"Still tired?"

"Yeah."

"You know the whole purpose of this walk was to get you energized so you can head back to your dorm properly, right?"

Gasping, your boyfriend clutches his chest and says, "It wasnt because you wanted to see me?!"

Laughing you put your hands on your boyfriend's cheeks and gave a light kiss onto his mask. "I love you so much, but you need rest! Cmon, let's go-" You feel your hands being placed onto one's neck. You raise an eyebrow as Chan sets his hands on your waist. "Now what is this? Where has my tired boyfriend gone to??"

"Shh, im tired, lemme rest."

"Not here! Not like this! You need to go before the other boys steal all your dinner!"

Laughing, Chan remains in place and gives you the cutest puppy eyes - or.. wolf eyes - you've ever seen. "I thought you wanted to leave cuz of the cold but you were worrying about me?"

Blushing furiously, you slap the arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright alright," he chuckles. "Let's go now-"

"OMG CHANNIE! LOOK!" Above the two of you, tiny stars started drifting through the air, forming a giant constellation together that stretched across the entire sky like one huge veil.

"Well wouldya look at that. I've never seem anything like this!" Chan is quick to lift you up into a piggy-back-ride before you can refuse.

Squealing from overwhelming joy, you abandon all effort of trying to act mature for once and willingly grasped onto your boyfriend's neck.

You and I, our hearts are like the stars,

They shine brightly for each other

To the people around you, it might seem like two crazy couples acting all lovey-dovey and childish - a temporary love that would eventually close to an end.

A love between an idol and a fan.

Anything could go wrong. Chaos being the result for the both of you.

But the two of you decide to put away these fears just for one day and enjoy life as it is, as fate had tied you together.

Is it a coincidence or is it meant to be?

After a flurry of jumping, admiring, kissing, and piggy-back-riding, you both rest underneath the giant lamppost once again, even more exhausted after the fun.

But now, a bright glow outshines your boyfriend's exhausted eyes. You swing your legs with enthusiasm and look up at your lover. "Chan," you start.

"Yes, babe?"

"Do you believe in soulmates? In true love? Do you think love at first sight exists - that we can exist together forever?"

The moment we touch each other amidst the stardust

I know that baby you are the one

Your boyfriend turns to you and what he says next engraves into your brain - even until now.

“You are my fate, I am your mate

"No matter what happens, I want to keep loving you forever, like how the stars above us are eternally weaved into the galaxies.

"You are my galaxy, my star, my world.

Swirling up the vast emptiness,

We will shine."

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Check out masterlist for more.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! THANKS FOR READING!

[danbisroom]

Ep. 27 - The Moment We Touch Each Other Amidst Stardust

Hello my beloved fellow souls,

welcome back to Danbi’s Room, your weekly dose of safe space. Go grab a cup of something warm and get yourself cosy.

I hope that during the past week you had some eye opening conversations. I hope that, like me, you’re surrounded by people who feel like a light and tender kiss on your forehead. I hope you feel loved and that you remember that who loves you does so because of who you are not for what you do.

Sometimes that might feel the same as a collision, as we are not used to that kind of love.

Usually, when stars collide, they give birth to new planets. But not always.

There’s a road not taken, at least not often. It’s scary and tortuous, but it allows you to slow down to your own pace and to witness the most sublime visions, some that only the Gods were able to see before.

You see, sometimes, when a star explodes as a supernova, she leaves behind a compressed core: a neutron star. Half a million Earths in a ball of 20km across.

If fate decides on such a grand event, two neutron stars meet and when they do they spiral towards each other, deforming by the hands of their own tides, shattering and collapsing into the creation of an all-sucking black hole, leaving only some particles to light up the event horizon.

What a beautiful name.

Event horizon.

The bubble between the black hole and the rest of the universe. The fine line where the complete darkness of possibilities meets their manifestation. Where the whirlwind of time and space, of two souls, has bore another world hatched from the filled chasm of lusters making love to each other amidst stardust.

They tear apart the somber eternal sky in order to create.

There’s a new interesting theory, which is the one about white holes.

Reversely, stuff can get out into the universe but it can never ever get inside the hole. Physicists have only theorised them, we have zero clues about their existence but someone has put out the idea that, since we don’t know how black holes die and are reborn into a new life, white holes might be the answer. Some even say the Big Bang might have been a white hole. If that were to be the case we’d basically have the ultimate proof of the truthfulness of eternity. Now, science doesn’t rely on gut feelings, as much as they can be a stimulus to start a research, but like…If I close my eyes and gently place a hand on my womb all of this makes so much sense.

Nothing’s a coincidence.

It's all so beautiful and special.

I am you and you are me, surrounded by each other’s gleams, caressing the specks of ancient stars reemerging on our own cheeks.

Beneath a black hole there’s a white one, always a new cosmos, another universe sewn by doom.

We’re all doomed to be reborn and swirl up the vast emptiness, so that we can go on and shine.

Today’s song recommendation is Black Hole by Bang Chan and I.N. You can definitely guess what it’s about but please, read the lyrics while you listen to the live version, it will make your heart full.

I hope you enjoyed this episode and that you have a beautiful week ahead of you!

I’ll see you in the next one, big hug!

With love, yours,

Danbi

[beamthechao]

Thinking about Her

[moon-soo-ah]

Bang Chan, I.N “Black Hole" | [Stray Kids : SKZ-RECORD]

[skybluelatte]

Bang Chan & I.N - Black Hole

[cadencewishes]

You didn't fucking care I had blood all over me, You just cared about me: My voice, my sound, my essence

[dshtnen]

✦ BangChan ✦ Wallpaper ✦

[echosage]

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₊˚✧JUJUTSU KAISEN LINKS PT.4 (FINALLY) !!

MDNI !! | CW : P in v, BDSM, fingering, riding, public sex, spanking, brat taming, GOGOGOGO. Overall smut smh. (This post finally includes black reader for someones request! Hope you like it!)

A/N : It's been a year daddy...... I really really missed u. OMG 😭 pls don't kill me ik i said i was posting this like three months ago, but i just got disconnected from reality or some shit like that, i'm so sorry pookies 😭😭😭

₊˚✧ Todo Aoi !!

Something quick before you shower.

Todo fingering you because you just ask too nicely.

Uh-oh, he gets obsessed with fingering you.

Size kink with Todo.

Todo's dream was to see you dressed up as one of Takada Chan's outfits, so you comply, and he's REALLY excited.

You just are enchanted with his size, so you get so sloppy when you suck him off.

₊˚✧ Naoya Zenin !!

Naoya taking you in the living room of the Zenin estate.

Preparing you to take him even inside of your tiniest holes.

Taming you, because you had starting to reveal against him.

Naoya using you like a ragdoll.

How your dates with Naoya always end.

He needed to fuck you one last time before he dropped you off at your parents house.

₊˚✧ Kashimo Hajime !!

Taking you from behind before your husband gets home.

Morning sex with Hajime.

Riding him, and he swears you are a siren at how you hipnotize him everytime you do it.

BDSM with Hajime.

Secret to no one: Hajime it's really big.

FWB Hajime.

Kashimo eating you out as you deserve to.

[skzdarlings]

harmony ; 3racha x reader ; one-shot

masterlist.

porn without plot. you want to have some fun and you know exactly which boyfriend can help get it started.

pairing: 3racha/reader content info: sub!reader, dom!changbin, dom!chan, switch!jisung, polyamorous mmfm foursome (so they’re all involved with each other and interact with each other), very enthusiastic consent with an implied red/yellow/green light system (yellow is employed once).  some rough play (esp with changbin), cnc game that reader initiates, face-slapping, choking, dirty talk, pussy eating, double penetration, blow job, all three holes at once, multiple orgasms, jisung having a monster dick for no reason, aftercare.  (technically no mention of birth control but it’s a long established relationship and you can safely assume it’s taken care of.) 

word count: 5255 words.

enjoy <3

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When you want to play – really play – you know where to go. 

Jisung can be an overthinker and Chan is always protective, so they hesitate before getting too rough with you. Changbin, however, never holds back.  You know how to touch him, how to smile that particularly provocative smile, how to bat your eyelashes and invite him to play.  

You are thinking about it when he returns from his work-out, muscles straining in his black tank shirt, body damp with sweat, and looking like pure, unadulterated sex.  Chan and Jisung are huddled around a laptop in the living room, their entrepreneurial endeavours a seemingly endless chore, and they are so engrossed in their work they don’t see you leave. 

You sneak off to your room to change, ditching your shorts and underclothes, slipping into one of Changbin’s old t-shirts and absolutely nothing else.  

You intend to hunt him down after his shower, but it’s Changbin who comes to you.  He ambles casually into your bedroom without knocking, comfortable and relaxed and at home.  You have your own rooms for personal space but you all come and go as you please.

Your room is dimly lit with strings of fairy lights, the bed crowded with pillows and teddy bears, not to mention a big strong boyfriend who makes himself at home.  Changbin is dressed in sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair blow-dried soft and fluffy, but body as bulky and powerful as ever. 

“Look at this,” he says, holding out his phone.  A sweater you were eyeing has gone on sale so he sits on your bed and buys it for you without hesitation.   He giggles to himself with all that self-satisfied delight, teasing that he is the best boyfriend and your number one favourite. 

He knows the truest harmony lies among the four of you, together, always, but he likes to tease.

You like to tease back. 

“Be careful, you big bully,” you say, because he plops himself down at the head of the bed, knocking a teddy bear over.  You pick it up and aggressively shove it back into place. 

He quirks an eyebrow, his giggling joviality replaced with a studious expression.  He seems to finally notice what you are wearing, blinking his gaze up and down your body as you rearrange the pillows behind him. 

You bat your eyelashes, all playful innocence.

“Don’t be so serious,” he says.  He deliberately knocks a teddy onto the floor. 

You playfully gasp, bending over with a flourish and flashing him. 

“Ah,” he says, putting his phone on your bedside table.  “It’s like that?” 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, blinking. 

“Hm,” he says, giving you another quick once-over.  “Okay.”  

Changbin hauls you over his shoulder and wrestles you onto the bed.  He puts you on your back, upside down so your head is near the foot.  He climbs right on top of you, not an inch of muscle budging even when you thud your fists against his firm chest.    

“Binnie,” you say, wriggling underneath him, the t-shirt riding up your thighs.  “You’re crushing me, you big mean brute.” 

“Brute,” he says, laughing.  He grabs your hips and pins you to the mattress.  “Tsk.  You like it like that.” 

“No, I – ah!”

Changbin never hesitates.  He knows you will tell him if you don’t like something.  It’s a game of trust, full of an all encompassing love that boasts such tender affection beneath each action.  Being with Changbin is like being nestled in blankets by a warm fire on a snowy winter’s day.  You are sheltered in the storm, feeling that protection even more keenly because of the dangerous cold.    

Between you, there is nothing but heat. 

He gathers the hem of the t-shirt and shoves it up, past the skin of your tummy, exposing your thighs and all the bare softness between them.  Oh, yes, all softness against his hard body, the thickness of his biceps as he holds you down, his big thighs shoved between your open legs, broad shoulders relentless and ungiving even where you smack him repeatedly. 

“Binnie, be careful,” you say, trying to close your legs around his hips. 

You gasp when he puts a hand up your shirt, squeezing your breast in the cup of his palm. His mean fingers immediately find the stiffening peak, thumb tormenting you while you whine. 

You buck as if you want to throw him off, but he is right where you want him and he knows it.  He knows you, your body like a well-loved instrument, his strong hands drawing every musical gasp and sigh out of you. 

“Where’s your panties, hm?” he asks.  Undeterred by your continuous bucking and writhing, he slides his hands down to your naked hips.  He was slouched half-on top of you but he gets up on his knees now.  He pushes your thighs apart, forcing his hips between them. 

“Shameful,” he says.   He tries to grab your flailing hands to no avail.  You smack his chest and shoulders, dodging the reach of his fingers. 

He smacks your face, a tap hard enough to register the game has really begun, but not so hard to sting for long.  You still gasp, your hands pausing.  It gives him time to work a hand between your open thighs. 

“Ahh—!” 

“Yah, look at you,” he says, rubbing his fingers through your wet pussy without finesse or gentleness.  You twitch every time his knuckle rides over your clit.   “Bad girl,” he says.  “Who are you so wet for?” 

He gives you no time to answer, scooting back to drag you to the middle of the bed. You are still upside down, your pillows and teddies piled behind him, all the dreaminess of your girly lace bedroom in contrast to his stark masculinity.  It makes your whole body thrum with arousal, hot from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head.  You feel him even where he is not touching you.  

Where he is touching you, you burn, heart erratic with anticipation as he squeezes your thighs, as he shoves your hands out of his way, as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy open to his gaze. 

“Ah – Binnie—!”  You get louder.  Your bedroom door is open.  Chan and Jisung might be focussed on their work, but not for long, not if you keep this up.  Still, to speed things along, you scream, “Chan!  Channie!  Ch—hmmph!”

Changbin shoves a pillow in your face, holding it there, smothering you to soften your shrieks.  His other hand is on your thigh – no, slipping higher, a surface touch through all that wet desire.  Then his blunt fingers are inside you.  You moan into the pillow, clenching around the thrust of his fingers.  You get dizzy quickly, partially because of the pillow, partially his skilled hand. 

He abruptly lifts the pillow.  The oxygen goes straight to your head, as intoxicating as a kiss.  You realize you are close to coming already, hiccupping with all that sudden breath as he fucks his fingers into you. 

Changbin is relentless.   You smack his chest but he ignores it, his strong arm keeping a steady momentum.  An orgasm builds and builds, your fingers hooking into his t-shirt for some leverage.  He puts a hand on your belly and holds you down.  He feels so strong and heavy, utterly unmovable, and it makes falling apart so much easier. 

“Didn’t you have something to say to Chan?” he says. 

You gasp and turn your head.  Sure enough, Chan is standing there, watching you.  Changbin does it on purpose, knowing when you are close, so you look at Chan just as the orgasm crests.  

Chan is standing beside the bed, dressed in his basketball shorts and a sleeveless black shirt, a baseball cap over his curly dark hair.   He must have entered the room while the pillow was on your face, and now he is standing there, watching Changbin hold you down and fuck you with his hand. 

“Channie, please—” you say, then you come all over Changbin’s fingers.  You cry out because he keeps tormenting you, thumb shaking back-and-forth across your throbbing clit.  “Ah, Binnie—Channie, please!”

Chan gives Changbin a look, his eyebrow quirked, then he just leans towards the open door and whistles.  It’s a sharp, high whistle, a call to attention. 

“Han,” he says, not even very loud.  Chan never needs to shove or force or yell.  When Chan says come, you come. 

You always obey Chan.  You throw your head back, gasping as you come a second time.  It is so soon after the first orgasm that it feels like one long, rolling wave.  It continues to shudder through you, even after Changbin slips his hand out. 

The shirt is still shoved up your tummy, soft skin and wet pussy on display.   Chan does not look away, reaching blindly behind himself for your desk chair.  He yanks it closer to the bed and plops down, taking off his cap and tossing it on the floor.   He is bare-faced, expression so open and honest, but a hunger in his eyes that darkens his whole face. 

Changbin just looks giddy.  You look at him as he giggles, that funny little chortle leaving that buff body.  Then you realize he is rolling his sweatpants down. 

“Channie!” you yelp, shrieking and twisting while Changbin licks his palm and strokes his cock, his other hand effortlessly holding you down. 

Chan slouches in the chair.  He props an elbow on the arm-rest and puts his chin in his palm.  His other hand slips under the waistband of his shorts. 

“Careful, baby,” Chan says, seconds before Changbin smacks you again.  It is within your limit, but still enough to turn your head on impact.

Like before, it breaks your concentration, and Changbin takes the opportunity to grab your hips, line up, and shove his cock inside you.  Chan and Jisung always give you a minute to adjust, the size of a hard cock definitely different from fingers, but Changbin never waits.  Even while you wince and complain, he fucks you through it, gripping your hips hard and ignoring your hands pushing against his chest. 

“Too much, Binnie,” you say, even though the sting is quickly passing.  You’re so wet and it makes it easy for him to fuck you.  It even sounds messy, every thrust opening you up, getting you even wetter, the bed creaking as he pulls you onto his cock over and over. 

You look over at Chan who is still watching, the shape of his hand and his dick so clear through the material of his shorts as he fists his cock slowly. 

You hiccup as Changbin switches from long, deep strokes to short, pounding ones. 

At which point Jisung finally walks in, yapping about work, saying, “I was thinking we could postpone the meeting to Monday and—oh, hi, WHAAAT, we’re having sex in here?  All right, man, okay, that’s cool, all right, what’s up.”   

Oh, your sweet Jisung.  He is also in house clothes, black shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, dark hair feathering through his fingers as he runs his hand through it.  He walks further into the room, kicking the door closed behind himself for no reason.  His attention is firmly fixed on you, holding your gaze while Changbin fucks you.  The unmoving intensity of those big brown eyes leaves you tingling, a swoop in your belly that feels as thorough as a good fuck.  It crashes into the feeling of Changbin inside you, makes your whole body get tight so Changbin groans and curses. 

“Oh,” is all you can say.  You cover your face with both hands, gasping when Changbin goes back to longer, deeper thrusts. 

“Heyyy, baby, why are you hiding?” Jisung says in his sweetest voice. 

You hear him approaching, even above the sound of you getting fucked, above Changbin’s little grunts, above Chan cursing.   You feel the dip of the mattress when Jisung climbs up on the bed, sitting near your head.  Then his hands are on your wrists, prying them away from your face.   You try to wrestle them back but he holds them calmly, his own arms boasting a subtle musculature as he pins your hands to the mattress to stop you from moving. 

“Yes,” Changbin says.  “Like that.  Come on.” 

“Jisungie,” you whine, looking down at where Changbin is driving into you, feeling each thrust deeper than your pussy, all the way up to your throat.  You tip your head back, looking at Jisung upside down. 

He leans down, his hair swooping forward, tickling your face as he kisses your forehead and temple. 

“It’s okay, baby,” he says.  Despite his soft voice, he does not lighten his grip, your hands still locked in place.  “Does it hurt?” he asks, wide-eyed. 

“Mmm,” you say, nodding, even while shuddering with so much pleasure that a tear spills down your cheek. 

“Aww,” he says, licking that tear track, making every nerve spasm.  “You’re so cute, baby.” 

“She gets tighter when you choke her,” Chan says.

“Awww,” Jisung says.   He releases one hand to reach for you.  He wraps his fingers delicately around your throat, not even squeezing at first, just a caress as his hand curls around you. 

Your adrenaline naturally peaks, body clenching, just like Chan said.  Changbin groans his satisfaction and Jisung tightens his grip, keeping you pinned by the throat while Changbin goes still, coming inside you. 

“Fuck,” Chan says. 

Jisung releases your throat and you suck in a shaky breath.  It is interrupted when Jisung swoops in, kissing your lips upside down.  You squirm under the confusing messiness of his open mouth at this angle. 

He comes up with a breath, one as shaky as your own, ravished from a kiss.  He runs his hand through his hair and nods to Changbin, saying, “Turn her around.” 

Two pairs of hands find you, manhandling you so easily between them.  You yelp, startled by the movement, as they lift you up and turn you around so your head is in Changbin’s lap and Jisung is now the one between your legs. 

Changbin hoists you into his arms, holds you in the cradle of his bicep as Jisung lays down between your open legs. 

This is one area that Jisung never hesitates to indulge, his open mouth descending on your pussy with ravenous excitement. 

You are so, so sensitive down there, almost numb beneath the first few searching swipes. 

He presses his whole mouth there, moaning as he sucks on your clit then licks up and down, back and forth, around and around.  His tongue rubs where Changbin just came, circling your sensitive hole, pressing there then licking back up to your already throbbing clit. 

“Can’t come again,” you say, not entirely sure if it comes out coherent because your eyes are closed and your brain feels fuzzy.   

He answers with a hum.  He does not seem to be eating you out with the intention of making you come, but purely for his own pleasure as he sucks and licks and tastes.  Despite that – and despite your words – you feel a tightening in your belly, a dull throb that feels too feels too deep to reach. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Changbin says when you start to writhe, his big arm wrapped around your neck, holding you tight to his beating heart. 

The thud of that heart, the relentless flick of Jisung’s tongue, and Chan’s approving nod makes your thighs press around Jisung’s head. 

“Oh—” is your last word before you come again, bucking hard against Jisung’s face.  You gasp and cling to Changbin’s arm. 

Jisung keeps licking at you, not relenting until your gasping whine is more of a scream.   Then he kisses your thighs and hips before pushing himself up onto his knees. 

He and Changbin wordlessly work together, sitting you upright to remove your only article of clothing.   Both pairs of hands find you again, touching and groping and stimulating everywhere. 

You shudder under all the sensation, eyes closing, rocking against nothing.  You are desperate to close your legs to relieve the tension, but Jisung is kneeling between them.  Fortunately, he knows you well, his hand sliding down there, fingers finding you, curling into you. 

“You’re soo wet, baby, it’s embarrassing,” he says.  “You need it that bad?” 

He is still using his sweetest voice, like he doesn’t know he is about to utterly wreck your shit.  Because Jisung always does without very much effort, simply by effect of having the biggest dick you have ever taken.   It is part of the reason you usually can’t start with him, or why he takes his time when you do, because it is an aching endeavour whenever he tries to fit all that inside you. 

Even the bulge in his shorts is obscene, the material rubbing against your thighs.  He brings your hand to that bulge and groans when you squeeze it, saying, “That’s it, that’s it—”

He leans over you.  It sounds like he and Changbin might be kissing above your head, sloppily at that.  Jisung is probably shoving his tongue into Changbin’s mouth, the same tongue that was just inside you as it licked up the mess that Changbin made.   

They press you between their bodies in an envelope of desire, utterly dominating your senses.  Changbin smells like his shampoo, a deep scent like mahogany, while Jisung tends to douse himself in cologne, faded now at the end of the day but still a rich, expensive smell.  Beneath all that is that simple sweat, bodies getting worked up, raw sex overwhelming all those other scents. 

You breathe them in, whimpering because you are pressed so tightly between them. You can feel Jisung twitching in your hand and Changbin beginning to stiffen again at your backside. 

 There is a wet pop and a shared gasp when they stop kissing.  Jisung grabs your face and pulls you up, his mouth hot when it claims yours, that stupidly talented mouth making you crazy. 

“Hold her,” Jisung says, speaking against your lips while guiding Changbin’s hands.  Jisung grabs your thighs and pushes them up, not quite folding you in half but almost there.  He knows you need to be open to take him.  Even then, you are already clenching, fluttering around nothing in anticipation.

Changbin holds your thighs back, hands pressed under the curve of your knee.  Jisung hastily shoves his shorts down his thighs, leaving them gathered at the knee.   He touches you and uses your desire to wet his dick, frantically jerking it as if it is not already intimidatingly hard and ready. 

“Jisungie,” you say, already whining, wiping an embarrassing spot of drool as it spills over your bottom lip.  Your body is so eager that it thunders out of control, clenching around nothing, and you can’t seem to stop it.   

Jisung is so mean, just using his fingertip for a second, circling your fluttering hole.  You try kicking him but your ankle manages little more than a flick, your legs trapped in Changbin’s hold. 

“Sorry,” Jisung says, giggling and obviously unapologetic.  He flicks your pouting bottom lip before finally putting the tip of his dick at your entrance. 

The first little bit is always fine.  It feels good to be full, your body needing him, pulling him in.  He rocks back and forth a little, pushing an inch then another, and that’s when your body realizes how much there is, clenching and stretching and burning as he pushes in.   

He goes slow, his whining mouth against your throat.  But then Chan sits on the edge of the bed and touches his back.  He bottoms out quickly and you squeak, eyes closed and breath coming fast. 

You hear Chan say, “Take it off.”   Confused, you blink your eyes open.  Chan is talking to Jisung, tugging his shirt up his back. 

Jisung groans but complies, tugging it over his head with one hand.  The few seconds give you a precious moment to adjust, barely enough before he comes back and starts to fuck you with short, rolling thrusts.   You think Chan is getting Jisung’s shorts out of the way given the jerky way Jisung moves on top of you, but then you are skin to skin with no obstruction. 

“Mmph, yellow – legs,” you say, breaking only briefly to prevent a cramp in your thighs.  Changbin is quick to smooth you out, helping reposition you more comfortably.  

You sprawl flat on your back as Changbin moves away, wrapping your legs around Jisung’s waist without any hindrance.  He holds himself above you, alternatively muttering expletives and cooing sweet nothings at you. 

Changbin sits on one side, Chan the other, both fully clothed despite the obvious strain below their waistbands.  It reminds you a little of the time Changbin topped Jisung while Chan fucked you, the pair of you kissing and touching between them the entire time.   

Today is a little different.  You are at the centre of it all, Jisung inside you, Chan’s hand on your chest and Changbin’s fingers circling your mouth.   You take those fingers when prompted, sucking dutifully, batting your eyelashes up at him while he softly finger-fucks your mouth. 

Chan’s fingers join him, touching your lip.  You open your mouth wider and drool messily around the intrusion. 

“Fuck,” Chan says.  He rips his hand back in sudden needy haste.  “Turn over,” he demands, smacking Jisung on the ass. 

It makes Jisung yelp but he complies.  With some help from Changbin, you roll over until Jisung is on his back and you are on top of him.  Changbin kneels upright too, taking your face in his hands and kissing you, tongue penetrating your mouth as Jisung holds your hips and thrusts up into you. 

Chan grabs the back of your neck, holding you in place while Changbin kisses you.  Chan’s other hand runs down your front, tweaking a nipple and making you mewl into Changbin’s mouth.  You are more panting than kissing by the time Chan’s fingers reach your pussy. 

Jisung slows down just a little, out of breath and whimpering as you clench around him.  This angle makes him feel stupidly deep, your eyes rolling back.  He makes a few small, jerky movements, not even a deep thrust, and it still feels like he his hitting your heart. 

Chan joins the kiss with Changbin.  You are not even sure who is kissing you, just that it is one or the other, back and forth until you are dizzy.  You know it is Chan’s fingers between your legs, the unmistakable pattern of his deft, familiar stroke making you spiral towards another orgasm. 

“Oh, god, she’s – she’s—” Jisung says, squeezing your hips, going still for a minute to stop himself from coming when you do.  He is breathing as hard as you. 

You look down at Jisung, holding eye contact while you come hard on Chan’s fingers. Chan and Changbin are each sucking a bruise into either side of your neck. 

“Fuck,” you say in a watery voice, thighs shaking, hands on Jisung’s abdomen as you lean forward. 

“That’s it,” Chan says, kissing your throat sweetly while Changbin bites you meanly.  Both of them swipe their tongue across the mark they leave behind.  “Jisung,” Chan says, a demand without further explanation.

“Fuck, I know,” Jisung says, slowly moving his hips again. 

It is so quick off your orgasm, it makes aftershocks move through your whole body.  You are a livewire, making every ridiculous sound possible as Jisung fucks you, Changbin kisses you, and Chan gets up behind you. 

Chan runs his hands down your sides, gently bending you forward until you are chest to chest with Jisung. 

“Yup, just like that,” Chan says, rubbing the base of your spine then lower.  His hands cup the curve of your ass, squeezing, tilting your hips just so.  It gives him a good view of Jisung’s cock moving in and out of you, no doubt obscenely wet and messy, as well as exposing the smaller hole in your ass as he spreads you open. 

“Changbin,” Chan says, still with that same confident assurance he will be obeyed no matter what, “Pass me the lube. Bedside drawer.” 

As if you were not already sensitive enough, just hearing those words makes everything clench, which makes Jisung fuck you harder, which makes some place inside you that is so unbelievably soft and tender start to ache. 

“Ah, that sound,” Changbin says when your moans turn to high-pitched whimpers.  He pats the back of your head and reaches for the bedside table. 

After a bit of rustling, he tosses the lube at Chan who catches it easily. 

“One second,” Changbin says while Chan uncaps it.  “She’s gonna come again.  Big one, isn’t it, yes?” 

The fact he knows before you do is a testament to how closely he watches you, how well he knows you.  He is completely right, of course, as Jisung repeatedly pounds into some squishy, vulnerable part of you, so deep and so tender.  You are not sure your clit would even respond if someone tried to touch it, but they don’t need to.   It is enough that Jisung is hitting that place again and again. 

You come with a scream, literally gushing around Jisung as you come.  It takes everything in his willpower not to come, nonsensically begging Changbin to help so he doesn’t finish.  Changbin just grabs him by the throat, much harder than Jisung grabbed you, making Jisung choke out a strangled gasp immediately.  It works, though, as Jisung goes still but stays hard, letting you rock desperately on top of him as your orgasm seems to last ages. 

When it finishes, you are completely boneless.  You slump onto Jisung who takes a breath when Changbin lets go. 

“All right,” Changbin says, smacking your ass.  You hear him kiss Chan quickly.   “Your turn.”

It is a good thing you feel so willowy; it makes it easy for Chan to open you up on his slick fingers.  The few times you have done this, it always took forever, which was fun in its own way, but today it is so easy.  He slides a finger right in, then another, hardly any obstruction as your body surrenders so completely to your boyfriends.

“You gonna take it okay, baby?” Jisung asks, his hands on your sides, holding you steady. 

You look up at him, nodding, and open your mouth with a whine.  He understands, lifting his head, meeting you in a messy, lazy kiss while he rocks slowly inside you.   The kiss only breaks when Chan replaces his fingers with his cock, reigniting every spark in your over sensitized body.  

“Ugh, god,” Jisung says, barely above a breath as he pants against your mouth.  “He’s inside you, baby?” 

You don’t answer because he can probably feel it when Chan is fully inside you.  It takes a second for them to calibrate, find a rhythm that works.   You are not sure if you are more impressed with yourself for taking it so easily this time, or impressed that Jisung has lasted this long and is still coherent enough to keep a steady rhythm. 

“Changbin,” you say, his name a moan on your lips.  You need to feel him too, his hand on your back not nearly enough. 

“Go,” Chan says, groaning, your hips in his hands as he fucks you.  “Oh, baby, you’re so good,” he says.  “Isn’t our girl so good for us?” 

Changbin and Jisung basically just grunt in reply, affirmative but irrevocably distracted. 

Changbin kneels near your head, rubbing the back of your neck and gently guiding you to turn your face.  Jisung swears when you open your mouth, a bit of spit drooling past his own lips as he watches you take Changbin’s cock past your lips.   You mostly just lay there with your mouth open, letting him fuck it rather than really blowing him, but there are no complaints. 

Chan squeezes your ass, a gentle knead that just makes you feel more open, stretched to your absolute limits, so full that you do not know how you will ever be happy without them all inside you.  

It reinvigorates you.  You find strength in your arm and use it to touch Changbin, fist circling where your mouth does not reach.  You get him off first but Chan follows quickly, muttering things like you, tight, perfect, baby, baby, baby.

“Oh god,” Jisung says, somehow still holding out.  When Chan slips out, it gives Jisung slightly more leverage.  He pushes himself upright, letting you slump in his arms and cling to him while he fucks up into you with quick, desperate little uh-uh-uhs. 

Finally, he comes, your name melting into a moan as he buries his face in your neck, mouth open where Changbin left his bitemark. 

They surround you after that and you hum happily, letting them pass you from one pair of arms to the next.  Jisung flops back, running his hands through his hair and catching his breath.  Changbin is there with a cloth of some kind – you think it might be Jisung’s shirt, but Jisung is way past caring – and he gives you a quick and gentle wipe-down while kissing your sleepy brow. 

“I should buy you sweaters more often,” Changbin says, giggling. 

It makes you snort with laughter, blinking up at him with a grin.  “Was gonna fuck you anyway, dummy,” you say. 

“In that case, I’ll buy you another one right now.” 

You giggle when he rubs his nose against yours in a cute little nose-kiss, eyes crinkling with an affectionate smile. 

“Mm, c’mere, sleepy,” Chan says, rightfully as you are still mostly slumped in his arms.  You manage to string an arm around his neck as he scoops you off the bed and holds you against his chest.

You are still a little dazed from so much sensation.   You let your boys take care of you.  After some quick inspection and care, you are plunked in a bath with Jisung to clean and decompress while the other two go strip and re-make the bed. 

Jisung kisses your face while helping you wash, his careful hands and the hot water soothing every achy limb. 

“Totally worth it,” you say, head under his chin, eyes closed and sighing contently. 

Changbin comes to help you out.  By then, you are bright-eyed, sore but in a way that makes you alive.  You feel clean and fresh and loved, bundled up in a robe and then carried off in Changbin’s arms to the living room where food, a comfy couch, and Chan is waiting. 

Jisung joins a moment later.  The laptop is long since closed and utterly forgotten, the four of you snuggling up in a big blanket.  Chan has an arm slung across the back of the couch, your head on his chest, Changbin’s arm around your middle, and Jisung half-asleep where heis  slumped against Changbin. 

“Round two?” Jisung asks then promptly yawns, making you laugh as Changbin playfully smacks him and Chan just sighs an amused sigh. 

Taking the cue from Jisung’s yawn, you close your eyes and snuggle down. 

“Love you,” you say, drifting off to each of them saying it back.  You know one of them will carry you to bed eventually, so you let yourself drift into sleep, safe and warm, happiest when you are all together, just like this, the four of you always in perfect harmony. 

[danbisroom]

Ep. 26 (Half 52) - We’ll Bask In The Shadow Of Yesterday’s Triumph

Hello my beloved fellow souls,

welcome back to Danbi’s Room, your weekly dose of safe space. Go grab a cup of something warm and get yourself cosy.

I hope you got to see a lot of beautiful things in the past two weeks. I hope you had the energy to slow down and look fondly at the positive that will come into your present if you let go of of the negative past. Don’t look back in anger my loves.

I’m sorry, in the end I failed you and ended up being absent for two weeks. I…was a bit sick last Monday and Tuesday and I couldn’t really keep my eyes open…forgive me.

I was thinking about a concept I’ve seen floating around in the past few months, which is that we get to a certain point in life, sooner or later, where we lose all contact with our own perception of life; we become disconnected from reality, alien to the present moment. Anxiety kidnaps our body and soul and we’re deprived of the magic which had been surrounding us. We don’t shine anymore even if deep within the Sun is still inside us.

Now we’re like inside a black hole, we’re swallowed up by darkness, As I’m not a physicist I’m not gonna delve into the specific properties and characteristics of black holes but there’s two things I find particularly fascinating. First of all we don’t actually see black holes: we can observe their silhouette through the “light” emanated by the deadly fate the celestial body around them meet.

That, at least in my view, directly leads me to the second object of my fascination: eye pupils. Black holes absorbing light engulfed and defined by jagged colours unique to each and every one of us. I’m not gonna get too deep with this, it’s just yet another reminder that “as above so below; as below so above”. It’s a very practical and substantive quote. As always what surrounds us and what constitutes us are one the mirror of the other. In my opinion that does add the sparkle of magic back, the magic of the small things: if the cosmos is magical so are our eyes, so is whatever they gaze upon. Everything shines, so shine and laugh and be wild. Embrace and welcome all the facets of the diamonds adorning your skin, all of the layers of your luscious petals. Bask in what others might call delusion but to you it’s the truthful vision of dreams, suggested to you by the gentle whisper of the sea breeze. Look at the Moon and bathe your hair in her silver rays while loving shadows caress your head. Free yourself of perfection ‘cause it doesn’t exist and, most importantly, it doesn’t matter at all. To be honest, as far as I’m concerned, I’m not very fond of symmetry. Given that perfect symmetry on a face is physically impossible there are still many faces around which are fairly symmetrical. Might be ‘cause I love drawing portraits but lopsided faces are so much more beautiful to me. So much more charming. They tell stories. A smile tenderly curving towards the right side of a visage lovely followed by downwardly slanted eyes, paused by a crooked nose decorated by messy curly hair…I’m always going to choose that over everything else.

Maybe you learn to love faces the way you learn to appreaciate food from different cultures and new genres of music. New art. You just need to domesticate yourself to it until you find the key of the immense amount of love you can pour inside of it. Something that completely changes your life and your outlook. Sometimes you don’t even notice its light making its way in your soul like a stream but one day you wake up, you feel it and you just have the sensation of being fuller and lighter and you start seeing colours again. Like good news after a year of numbness.

It might seem impossible but I can guarantee it’s possible. Miracles happen all the time and when they do we must be ready to see them, so we can go to the triumphs of our childhood and lay our bare feet on the soil again.

Today song recommendation is Shine On You Crazy Diamond by Pink Floyd. It’s a favourite of mine and it’s beautifully evocative in all of its parts. Just lay down and spoil yourself with 25 minutes of bliss.

I hope you enjoyed this episode and that you have a beautiful week ahead of you!

I’ll see you in the next one, big hug!

With love, yours,

Danbi

[moonchild9350]

Miss You

Summary: Chan is finally home after his trip to Milan for Fendi Men's Fashion Week and has a surprise in store for you.

Pairing: idol Chan x fab reader

Genre: fluff, smut-18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1594

Warnings: fingering, p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it up, wrap it up), daddy kink, dirty talk, use of the word slut, mention of breeding

Notes: listen Chan has been on my mind this week haha hence why I called this week Chan week.

Likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated. : ) If you'd like to be apart of the taglist, let me know! (age must be in bio or pinned to be added)

This is not how Chan is in reality, this is solely for fun.

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

There was silence as you and Chan sat side by side in the company car, after just pulling away from the curb at the airport.

Chan had just got back from Milan and you wanted to be there when he got off the plane. Of course you couldn’t wait outside the car because of paparazzi and fans, you’re relationship not public yet, but your face was plastered against the tinted window, watching your handsome boyfriend make his way to the car, waving and smiling at the crowds of people gathered.

He looked sinful, dressed in jeans and a black tank, his muscular arms on full display. Chan made it to the door and you scooted back, making room for him but also so the crowd couldn’t see you. He opened the door, giving one more bow to those gathered before sliding in next to you.

“Hey baby,” Chan said leaning over to give you a kiss.

“Hi my fashion star,” you said. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he said before getting out wolf Chan. “He misses you too,” Chan said before making wolf Chan kiss your nose.

You giggled, thinking it was so cute that Chan brought wolf chan with him, a little comfort from home. You were happy he was home, missing his presence, especially at the dorm. Chan told you all about his trip and how much fun he had, and all the other celebrities he met. But he also told you how nervous he was the day of the event, but made it through with the thought of the kids and of course you on his mind waiting for him back home.

“Well you were amazing,” you said giving him a smile.

The car pulled up to the dorm, Chan getting out first before helping you out of the car. You both walked hand and hand to the door, kicking off your shoes once inside. It was quiet inside, no one else was home, the others probably at the building for their schedule.

Chan looked at you before saying, “you know the drill.”

You did a little jump, clapping your hands, before sprinting to Chan’s room. You were prepared, wearing the appropriate outfit for the occasion, a little skirt with your black, lacey panties Chan loved so much. You climbed on the bed, getting in position, after all Chan had you well trained.

Chan loved this little tradition he had with you. When he came home from out of town, he’d expected you to be waiting for him, preferably head down, ass up, but of course depending on the time of day he got home, he tolerated other positions too. This was his favorite though. Yes, you had to fine tune the rules, but over time you knew what to expect, what to wear, and he loved you for it.

You heard Chan walk in the room, not able to see him due to the position you were in. You felt him grab your ass, squeezing the flesh in his big hands, letting out a shaky breath with his touch. You could imagine his muscles flexing, looking like a dream in that tank. Chan proceeded to flip your skirt over, admiring the view of your ass with the panties he likes so much on you. You wore a crotchless thong, providing him easy access to the place he wanted most.

He rubbed his hands around your ass, dragging his fingers down to your pussy, sliding them through your folds. You were wet, slick coating his fingers as he teased your hole. You mewled out at his touch, arching your back to present your pussy more to him. The ability to not see what he was about to do added to the thrill, more slick leaking out, and onto your thighs. You’re sure your skirt had a wet patch on it, due to the crotchless panties, but you were prepared, choosing a darker color skirt to hide the stains.

He slid two fingers within your walls, stretching you out, preparing you for his cock. You would need it since it’s almost been a week since you’ve been stretched out. The slight sting felt good, a reminder for what’s to come. You sighed out, nuzzling your head further into the sheets below. It was silent in the room, except for an occasional squelch from your walls as Chan worked you open and your little moans.

“Look at this pussy, daddy’s favorite.”

You hummed and wiggled your ass for him, the flesh jingling for his eyes.

Chan groaned out, entranced at the sight. He would never tire of it. “Such easy access too baby, my good little slut making it easy for me to get to this little pussy,” he said as he continued to pump his fingers in and out your hole.

You loved the dirty talk, feeling more slick drip out of you and down your thighs. “Hmm I think you’re ready for my baby,” Chan said, as he withdrew his fingers. You gasped at the sudden emptiness. You could hear Chan unzip his jeans, sliding them down to pull out his cock.

Chan stroked his cock, staring at his prize. He was big, he knew he was big. He had a nice girth, so he could fill you up, perfect for you. “Spread your legs wider baby, let me in there.”

You obliged, moving your knees farther apart, and arching your back even more.

Chan hummed his approval, stepping up to you before dragging his leaking cock through your folds. He let out a low groan, having gone so long without your pussy. He couldn’t wait to sink into you, and with a slight change in his stance, he pressed his tip into you, slowly pushing in, stretching you out.

As Chan pushed in inch by inch, you moaned out, the sound echoing throughout the room, your fingers clenching the sheets. He finally bottomed out, flush against your ass, your warm walls stretched snuggly around his cock. Chan let out a shaky breath, trying to control his breathing so he wouldn't immediately blow his load, going so long without being buried within your walls.

“Move, please move,” you whimpered out, sliding your hips down his cock to gain some friction.

Chan chuckled at your desperation before slowly pulling out until his tip was just breaching your hole before slamming back into you, your body rocking forward with the force. He pounded into you, the sound of skin hitting skin and your moans and little “ah ahs” gracing his ears. He gripped the waist of your skirt, so he could have a hold on you better.

You couldn’t move in this position, your face squished in the sheets with each thrust from Chan. He was fucking you hard, the feeling overwhelming of his cock dragging in and out your walls. You clenched around his cock, lost in the pleasure he was giving you, little breaths falling from your lips.

“Mmm, daddy it feels so good. Don’t stop.”

“You missed daddy’s cock? Missed my cock ruining this little pussy?” Chan asked, his pace never faltering. He was lost in the warmth of your walls, sucking him in with each thrust. He thrusted harder into you, sweat beading against his brow, his breath falling out in little pants. God he missed this, he missed you.

“Missed your cock daddy. Missed your cum.” You whined.

“Yeah you did,” Chan replied, “rub your clit baby. Can you do that? Touch yourself for me yeah.”

You quickly brought your fingers down to your clit, pushing your skirt out of the way that was obstructing your access to the bundle of nerves. You began rubbing sloppy circles around the bud, mewling out at the extra stimulation.

“That’s it baby. Keep touching your clit. Such a good girl”. Chan said, as he threw his head back. He gripped your hips harder, as he felt his high approaching, you pussy clenching again and again around his cock.

Your breath picked up, the coil in your belly tightening as Chan pounded into you. You felt Chan readjust his position, causing his cock to kiss your cervix with each thrust. You sped up your motions, fingers slipping and sliding on your puffy clit, your slick drenching your labia.

“Cum with me baby. Let me breed this little pussy, yeah?”

You moaned out, your voice getting louder and louder, until you felt that coil snap in your belly, the feeling of ecstasy spreading through you, your toes curling, and cries falling from your lips as you continued to rub your clit in time with Chan’s thrusts. You felt Chan speed up, his thrusts becoming more erratic before he let out a groan, and with one more thrust, you felt Chan’s hot cum, filling you up.

You both stayed in that position for a moment, Chan leaning down to press kisses on your back, catching your breaths. Finally, Chan stood up and slowly pulled out of you, before stuffing his fingers back into your pussy.

“Gotta keep it in there, okay baby?”

You felt Chan flip your skirt back down before tucking his softened cock back into his boxers and zip his pants back up. He helped you out of the position you were in, before laying down and pulling you to his chest.

“Ahhh I love coming home to you baby, just missed you so much.” He said before kissing the top of your head.

“Me too Channie. Welcome home.” You replied before dozing off, happy to be back in your boyfriend’s arms.

Taglist: @jehhskz @jeonginsleftcheek @thesilvernight0wl

[hans-wh0re]

SKZ HYUNG LINE AND CHOKING

Warning: non con, extreme (kinda) breathplay, all of them are mean

Chan:

"The only sounds I wanna hear are you choking on my cock," Chan snarls as he tightens his vise-like grip on your throat. His hips snap forward with cruel force, burying his thick length into your spasming cunt to the hilt. You gurgle helplessly around the oxygen deprivation, eyes rolling back as he sets a punishing pace.

"F-Fuck… take it slut, just like that," he grunts, other hand threading into your hair to yank your head back at an obscene angle. Drool leaks from the corner of your parted lips with each savage thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.

He loosens his hold briefly to give you a split second of reprieve and your body instinctively bucks with a ragged inhale. But Chan is immediately squeezing again with wicked dominance, smile twisting viciously as your airway is cut off once more.

"Love listening to you try and breathe while i'm choking you," he growls, sloppy sounds of his brutal rutting filling the air. You feel yourself teetering on the brink of blackout, shuddering convulsively around the jackhammer pace splitting you apart.

Just when you think you're about to pass out from the dizzying rapture, Chan's grip shifts, closing off your throat entirely. You seize and buck beneath him with garbled, strangled wails as your entire world whites out into an overwhelming release. Through the delirium, you feel thick spurts of cum flooding your battered pussy in time with your own gushing orgasm…

Minho:

"Yes, that's my fucking girl," Minho croons as you writhe beneath his firm chokehold, nails digging crescent moons into the wrist constricting your breath. The filthy sounds of his thick cock pistoning in and out of your dripping slit accompany your feeble grunts and wheezes.

He slows his punishing thrusts momentarily, dragging the swollen head in maddening circles around your abused entrance before sheathing himself fully once more. Delirious with oxygen deprivation and the merciless stimulation, a pitiful whimper gurgles past your parted lips. Minho's eyes darken at the submissive sound.

"What's that, slut?" he sneers, grip tightening incrementally as he rolls his hips with agonizing languor. "You want more of this cock inside your worthless little fucktoy hole?"

You can only respond with another broken noise, desperation contorting your face as he withholds the breath you so crave. Smirking viciously, Minho releases your neck just long enough for you to drag in one desperate inhale before cutting it off again. He resumes pounding into your brutalized cunt at the same devastating pace, ignoring your garbled shrieks of overwhelmed rapture.

"M gonna keep you right on the edge like this," he pants harshly, damp hair clinging to his forehead with exertion. "Stuffed full of cock and just shy of passing the fuck out from how badly I'm choking you. What a lucky little fucktoy..."

Changbin:

"That pretty little face is gonna look so fucked when I'm done with you," Changbin growls, thumb digging cruelly into the hollow of your throat. His pelvis snaps forward with punishing force, burying his girth into your abused slit to the hilt as you choke out a gurgling wail.

You're drooling helplessly in your struggle to take air into your compressed airway, all rational thought obliterated by the fireworks detonating behind your eyes each time his cock splits you open. Pounding relentlessly, Changbin tightens the circle of his fingers around your neck, cutting off breath entirely. The oceanic rush in your ears grows louder as you convulse beneath him, mind blanking into euphoric white static.

Just as blackness begins creeping in at the edges of your vision, he finally deigns to loosen his hold. The oxygen flooding back into your lungs draws a shuddering wheeze of relief that's abruptly swallowed by another hoarse cry as Changbin's thick shaft slams home again. Your battered walls flutter around the brutal intrusion, gushing more of your grool to mingle with the mixture of your arousal already coating his pelvis and thighs in a sticky sheen.

"Fuck, you're gonna milk me dry, aren't you?" he pants, greedy gaze drifting between the sloppy mess your joined sexes have become and the punished, drooling 'o' of your lips struggling for air. "Go ahead, cum all over this fat dick stuffing you stupid, slut…"

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin's dark gaze burns with unrestrained possession as he tightens his grip around your delicate throat. The vicious squeeze elicits a gurgling, strangled cry as he sheaths his aching length fully inside your helpless, convulsing cunt.

"Look at you," he rasps, voice dripping with cruel dominance. "Such a depraved little fucktoy, gagging and choking on my cock like the thirsty set of holes you are."

He draws out with agonizing slowness, the lurid sounds of your arousal thick and obscene. Breathing raggedly through your teeth, you manage to roll your hips in a desperate bid for more friction against the delicious stretch of his girth. Hyunjin watches with darkly amused eyes before abruptly slamming back in to the hilt, never releasing the bruising squeeze cutting off your breath.

Each punishing thrust rips a strangled, gurgling wail from your swollen lips as you writhe and buck violently beneath him. Drool and streaks of your mixed arousal smear between your gasping mouths - you delirious with white-hot euphoria, he coldly focused and ruthless in his domination.

Without warning, Hyunjin shifts his grip, fingers curling around your throat in a vice that fully cuts off oxygen. You seize with a sobbing shriek of rapture as your entire body is set alight, an orgasm of earth-shattering intensity tearing through you like a shockwave. Spots of blackness encroach on the edges of your vision. Just as you start to go limp, hurtling helplessly toward that blissful abyss, Hyunjin releases his grip.

The gasping inhale you manage to wheeze as stars explode behind your fluttering lids is abruptly choked off once more as Hyunjin resumes his merciless pace, maniacal fervour coursing through his frame.

"I haven't given you permission to pass out yet, slut," he snarls, voice edged with insane menace. "Gonna keep you right on that brink, stuffed full and denied air until I've properly bred your slutty womb..."

Overwhelmed shrieks and garbled pleas spill from your abused throat as Hyunjin relinquishes and reinstates the breath-stealing clutch at cruel, calculated intervals - keeping you pinwheeling in the vertigo of orgasmic delirium. He shows no signs of slowing, ruthlessly extending your torture of euphoria into a realm where rapture and agony have blurred indistinguishably...

A.N: Not me writing this at work and praying that nobody walks into my office without me noticing 💀💀

[bleach-your-panties]

OH BET! For the smut prompt game and because of reasons, what about Amajiki and “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

Thank you for this request, anon-chan!

Prompts here and here. 18+ MDNI.

A shiver ran through your overstimulated body at the feeling of Tamaki’s sharp nose poking at your jugular.

His arms held a tight grip around your waist while his canines grazed over your collarbones.

Your sweat-slickened bodies were so close together, warm and sticky from your multiple combined orgasms.

Pussy spasming around his long, slender cock that was still shoved deep inside of you, already hardening again just from tasting your flesh against his hungry tongue.

“T-Tama..babe..” You tried to wedge yourself out of his hold, but Tamaki was having none of that. He only gripped you tighter and began bouncing you along his cock once again.

You threw your head back against his shoulder with a loud moan and fisted a thick clump of his dark blue locks in your hand.

That only made him whimper and moan louder than you had. He loved when you were rough with him.

One muscular arm loosened from your waist only for two slender fingers to slide down your belly towards your pulsating button.

“So wet for me, bunny. You're such a good, slutty girl. Cumming over my cock and fingers so many times, making a mess of our bed.” 

He circled those expert fingers around your clit in a face-paced circle motion while thrusting harder, making your thighs slap against his. It was so loud, hot, and downright erotic.

“Oh, Tamaki, fuck!” 

He angled his dick right against your spot and before you knew it you were gushing over him again, your eyes seeing nothing but a blanket of black as you slumped down against his chest.

His dick slipped out of your hole and plopped against your thigh with a wet squilch. Tamaki had been stuffing you full for the past two hours at the very least. You didn't even know how you were still conscious at this point.

“Tama…we’ve been at it like rabbits! How are you still horny?!” 

The indigo-eyed male’s cheeks flushed crimson along with the rest of his normally pale, milky skin. 

In apology, he began peppering soft, wet pecks across the expanse of your neck and shoulders.

“P-probably because of the rabbit meat s-stew that you made for dinner…” 

Your pupils blew wide at the realization.

“Oh…oh…You're right…”