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[chanlix-honey]

Run It Again (Bang Chan)

Warning: Smut (+18), pet names, daddy kink, fingering, fear of thunder, and a panic attack occurrence. Please let me know if I missed anything! Minors, please do not interact.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Thank you all for your patience! Without further ado, here's my first Bang Chan x Fem Reader fic. I'm thinking of making this a series, but I have too many ideas and not enough time to write. Let me know if you would like me to continue this, and make it a series with all the boys!

It’s Friday night, and you’ve just come home from a long day of doing voiceovers. With your throat a little sore, you decide to boil some water for a honey tea and change out of your work clothes. Once you’ve changed into your sleepwear, your phone rings. Your manager, Delilah, is calling you.

“Hey Y/N, are you busy tomorrow?”

“Uh, no I don’t think so. Why, what’s up, Delilah?” You ask. You hear her sneeze, sounding distant from her phone. 

“-choo! I’m so sorry for calling so last minute, but the animation team just told me they finished the final scenes for the show,” she starts.

“Ah, ok.” Your kettle clicks off, signaling that your water is boiled. You return to the kitchen, grabbing a cup, spoon, and a honey jar. 

You shoulder your phone to multitask the call and your tea. “And you know what else is great? Cough cough—The director called just before I called you to say that the voices need to be done by Sunday morning so the team can review it.” 

You stop your movements, putting down the honey. 

“What?”

“Yeah…I know.” 

You both sigh on the call together. Delilah clears her throat.

“Could you come in tomorrow morning so we can make any necessary edits before the review?” Her coughs crunch on the other end of the line.

“Definitely, I’ll be there in the morning.” 

“Great! I’ll email you the script now so you can take a look at your lines beforehand. I’m so sorry for all of this, I’m—cough—sure this is inconvenient for you.”

“It’s okay, really! Like I said, I have no plans for tomorrow.” You reassure her. 

“Ok, thank you...I’ll see you tomorrow! I’ll send the script now. Good night, y/n!” 

“Got it. Good night Delilah.” You both hang up.

You stir the honey and hot water in thought. 

As much as you love voice acting, sometimes the job can be stressful. You’re grateful that this job lets you express yourself through characters and it pays your bills. And to be working with the company of your dreams—Stray Kids—is unreal. You remember watching Skzoo as a kid and the joy it brought you. And yet, you can’t help but think that there seems to be some lack of communication (and time management?) within some departments. Hyunjin–head of animation–often loses his head if Felix isn’t around to check in with him.

Finishing your tea, you put the cup in the sink. You head to the fridge to grab some leftovers and put them in the microwave to heat up. Once the food starts rotating, you hear your phone ding. Checking the notification, you read the email. It’s the script for tomorrow’s session.

The TV plays in the background, but you don’t really pay any mind to it until this moment. “Be sure to bring an umbrella if you’re planning to go out tomorrow, as there is a high chance of rain tomorrow…”

You skim through your lines until the microwave beeps. You take out your food and begin to read through the script carefully.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

—

You arrive in front of the production building. 

Dark clouds billow the skies, and the sound of thunder floods your ears. You scamper into the building quickly, umbrella in hand. When you enter the building the rain begins to pelt down on the ground. You jump, as lightning strikes outside. For a moment, you stop and breathe deep and shaky breaths. Once you’ve calmed down, you take the stairs to the second floor. All the recording booths are at this level, making it helpful for your trembling knees.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t last all day,” you mutter to yourself. 

You’ve always hated storms. They’ve terrified you ever since you were a kid. The strong winds always made you paranoid, thinking of the worst situations. When thunder breached your ears, you would always hide under a blanket to muffle the noise. Your parents used to let you hide in their closet to calm down, usually with a stuffed animal or blanket in hand. 

Even today, they stress you out. As if coming to work in the morning for a last-minute session wasn’t stressful enough.

Entering the recording room, you put your stuff down on the couch with a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for sound-proof rooms. Comfortable with the atmosphere, you head into the booth. You take some headphones sitting on a small table in the booth and put them on. Waiting for Delilah and the others to come in, you open your phone to review the script some more. After a few minutes, you get a text from her.

Hey Y/N, just wanted to let you know I can’t make it to the studio today. I woke up with a terrible cold. One of the other guys will come in to watch over your session.

Ah, ok. Thanks for letting me know! I’ll stop by to bring you some soup. Take it easy in the meantime!

One of the other guys? Who could it—

“—Y/N? Can you hear me?” A male voice takes you out of your thoughts. You widen your eyes as you’re familiar with that voice. Looking up, you see him.

“Oh good, you can. I’ll be filling in for Delilah, so just do your lines as if I wasn’t here.” He smiles.

The director is here? Why him, out of everyone? Your hands begin to clam up.

Changbin or Han is usually here to fill in if something happens. 

“Ahm, I got them working on other projects this morning, so their schedules are full.”

“Oh, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

He nods, sheepishly. An embarrassing moment of silence passes and his voice fills my ears. 

“Right, go ahead and start from line 5, I’ll play the scene just two lines before yours, so be ready.” You nod in agreement.

The scene plays and you’re cued in to say your line. “Hello! I’m Joy, the host of this series, where the boys bake…”

You breeze through your lines and before you know it, you’re nearly done with this session. 

Until, this line. 

This is great! Mmm, this pastry is so good, mmm…

You tense up, forgetting that line felt a little lewd for your liking. You thought about it while reading through the script the first time. Realizing that Delilah would be there to listen in, the anxious thought went away quickly. 

But Delilah isn’t here. Chan is. The director of this whole project is here watching you voice your lines.

No way. No way I’m doing this line in front of the director. It feels weird…wrong even. I can’t do this! 

You’ve never really interacted with a guy in that way before. There is zero experience in that field. You never even touched porn or smut books to find out. You run away when guys flirt with you. The idea of interacting with someone to that extent terrifies you. Doing anything that even remotely puts yourself in a situation that could lead to uhm…doing more…sets you off. You’re worried you would mess up. Especially since you wouldn’t know what to do. You find that trying to function becomes quickly more difficult.

You curse to yourself at the cold that took over Delilah. 

The count-in starts, quickly realizing you're up. And the line is next. “This is g-great! Sorry, I stuttered.” He pauses the recording to talk to you.

“No worries, we can always cut it. Just try it again. I’ll give you the last line to prepare yourself.” He instructs, hearing the count-in tick in your ears.

“This is great! M–coughs” he pauses it again. “Is everything okay Y/N?”

“coughs, clearing throat y-eah, yeah. Sorry, I just had something caught in my throat *coughs* I-I’m fine.” You move away from the microphone to clear your throat some more. After a moment, you stretch and take deep breaths to calm down.

“I’m alright now, I can do it this time!” 

“Ok, let’s take it back to the last line.” You nod and hear the count-in once more.

The line plays and you’re ready. “This is grea-AH!” You jump back from the microphone and take your headphones off. Chan bursts into the booth concerned.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“A spider..” you pant. “I saw a spider on the mic…” He looks around the mic and the ground to find it. 

“Spider? I don’t see it anywhere.” He keeps looking around but to no avail. You could’ve sworn you saw it! Didn’t you? Or maybe was it just your hair in your face? 

He sighs and rubs his eyes. 

“I know we’re almost done, but let’s take a break. It’s still early, and we’re both clearly tired. We’ve been going at this for a few hours already.” His head tilts towards the door leading back to the recording space. You follow him begrudgingly.  

He must be so annoyed with me. Maybe he’ll fire me for this… You think to yourself.

Once exiting the booth, you see him back in the chair staring ahead, lost in thought.

After a few moments, he speaks again. 

“I’ve noticed you’re having trouble finishing the line.” He looks at you. Chan gets up from the chair and saunters over to you. 

“I-I just got it yesterday...I’m just flubbing over this one.” You reassure, avoiding eye contact. Keeping a distance, you walk backward as he continues coming towards you. 

“Honest. You just said yourself, it’s early. W-we’re tired. I-I’m tired.” You stammer. Unable to walk any further, your back presses against the wall. Chan places his hand on the wall, near your face, and leans in closer and closer, just until there’s a few inches of space between your noses.

“I don’t believe you. I think you’re nervous.” he sneers, picking up on your nerves.

“Is it…because of me?” He questions.

“That’s..I–” he gently grabs your chin and tilts it up, bringing your vision back to him.

“Delilah tells me you’re great at what you do. Am I wrong?” You feel your face getting hot.

“N-no, you’re not..” you mutter.

You hear your heartbeat travel from your chest to your ears. Blood continues to rush to your face. You start to feel your pussy thrum at the situation.

“Hm. Thought so.” The hand on your chin travels to your lips. His thumb brushes his thumb over your bottom lip.

So soft…I could kiss her right now. He thinks.

“Have you…have you been with someone before?” He looks down at your lips, licking his. Your eyes widen at the question.

“I-!” You close your mouth, trying to collect your thoughts. He looks back up to you, waiting for your response.

“I don’t think that question has anything to do with my work—”

“—Oh but it does. Have you ever felt a man’s touch before, Y/n?” Your brain short circuits. You struggle to find words.

“Have they…” his hand slinks down to your hip, his other hand still perched on the wall.

“Taken care of your needs?”

“Uh…” you begin to feel a wetness growing in your panties.

“Maybe…pleasured you before?” His hand shifts some more, resting on your thigh. His thumb rubs towards your inner thigh, fingers reaching close to your womanhood. You feel yourself vibrate under his touch.

“I…” his hand stops moving on your thigh, waiting for your response. 

“N-no..” you whisper. “You’re the first.” He hums in response, as his eyes darken.

“Then can I–no. May I, take care of you?”

All the lights were cut off, and all the electronics whirring in the room were powered down. Chan looked around in the dark room, realizing what had just happened.

“Eep!” You quickly grab onto Chan’s shirt and hide in his chest. 

“The storm must have knocked out the electricity. It’s alr–”

“–Please.” His attention is brought back to you. 

“Please, uhm…” You wrap your arms around his shoulders, combing your fingers into his hair. He smiles.

“At your service.” He leans in to kiss you, closing the gap. 

For the first time in your life, you feel so...aware of your body. Blood pumps to your fingers. Goosebumps lay atop your skin. You feel your hair standing up. You feel the fuzz on your soft sweater. The chill rushing up your back. The throbbing in your jeans. The warmth of his touch. His hands ride up under your sweater, just enough where he can feel the skin above your jeans. 

The smell of Chan’s cologne wraps around you, and it's so rich. It’s a light vanilla smell with a bite of cedar and a dash of cinnamon–it’s all you want to smell. And his hair is so plush. It’s like feeling a pillow. You want him, and yet you can’t do anything. You don’t know how.

Your lips move with tenacity, with caution. Anxiety prisons your well-being and you freeze, unsure of what to do next. Chan notices this and pulls back. He rubs his thumbs on your hips to help you calm down.

“Is this ok? Do you want to stop?” He asks.

“I-No. I’m sorry, this is ok…I just don’t know what to do.” Your mind is going a million miles per hour. You struggle to grasp where your head is. All the possibilities of what-ifs, hows, and should-I thoughts whir into the blender that is your mind. You’re slipping into the rabbit hole. A dark pit of void that is filled with racing thoughts. The void strangles you, seeping into your lungs. They continue to fill, ready to burst–

“—Y/N?” A pin drops. You hear your name breathe past his lips. 

“Hey. Hey, it’s alright. We can stop if you’re not feeling ok.”

“No, sorry I–I just need a second.” You shakily sigh. “Can I–is it ok if I hug you? Sorry, I–”

He pulls you into his chest, and a small poomf sound is heard, as he wraps his arms around you. Your body vibrates for a moment. Your anxiousness has nowhere to go, so it encapsulates your body. You take deep breaths to really try and calm down. Chan rubs the small of your back–ever so softly–you hum in response.

“Don’t apologize to me ever again. And you don’t have to ask if you need something from me. Just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Sor–I’ll-I’ll try.” You sink further into his chest as you feel your heart beating to a normal level. Your shoulders slump and you wrap your arms around him.

You start to hear his heart beating in his chest. It’s nearly all you can hear.

After a few minutes, you let go of him and he gently pulls away.

“How are you feeling?” He whispers.

“Better.” You sigh in contentment.

“..And about…?” He leads. You feel your face get hot again.

“Oh! Uh, y-es. I’m still–yes.” You nod. “Tell me at any point if you want to stop, ok?”

“Alright,” you respond. He leans down to your ear and whispers.

“Good girl. Listen to your body and let it talk for you. I’ll do the rest.” He brings his hands to your hips once more. He tilts down, his face breathing down your neck. Softly, he presses his lips to it. 

Again. 

Again. 

Again. 

He keeps at this to trail down your neck and a bit past your collarbone. He stops just above your sweater, where it lays. 

“I’m going to take this off of you, ok? Raise your arms for me, baby girl.” You do just as you’re told, and he pulls your sweater off of you, revealing your chest and baby pink bra. You’re itching to hide your chest as a habit but you’re more curious to see what else he does next. So you tame the itch. 

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” Chan takes you into his arms and kisses in between your breasts. He sucks and licks all around your exposed flesh, leaving marks. In the midst of this, he slips one of his hands onto your bra’s clasp and undoes the latch. Coming up to your shoulders, he slides the bands of your bra off them.

“Do you know how gorgeous you are?” You look away, blushing some more. You feel your lower region pulse. A soaking feeling sits in your panties once more and you moan quietly. Though not quiet enough. 

“Fuck baby girl,” Bangchan grabs your thighs and lifts you. “Daddy wants to hear that again.” You wrap your legs around his hips. Chan kisses you again, his tongue threatening to take dominance. He licks your bottom lips for entrance and you comply, letting him explore your tongue. 

He leans you on the wall to take a hand to one of your breasts. With his right hand free, he teases your nipples, pinching and pulling at his own discretion. You moan and whimper in his mouth and Chan can’t help but praise you. He pulls away from the intense kiss while continuing to play with your breasts.

“That’s it pretty girl, you’re so good for me.” Chan nuzzles himself into the other side of your neck, leaving kisses all over it. 

“Everyone should know you’re mine,” he growls. He sucks and bites your neck, intentionally bruising it. 

“O-oh Chan…” you whimper. Still on his hips, you feel his stiffness. You need more of him, this isn’t enough.

“Mmh..” you grind on him once and your pussy twitches. Both of you are still clothed. There’s so many layers between you two. But you can’t help it. You want him. You need him. 

Before you realize, you hear Chan groaning in your ear.

You grind on him again. And again. And again.

“Fuck baby, you’re so eager. You want my dick, huh? You want daddy’s dick in you, princess?” He growls.

You stop for a moment, feeling your body flutter in response to Bangchan calling himself “Daddy”. Rolling off his tongue so pleasantly, so confidently. You plead to yourself mentally, wishing he would say it again. You whine, melting into his body.

“Yes! P-please. I n-need it..daddy.” He coos.

“Aw, you're so cute. You like it when I call myself daddy, don't you princess?” Your face feels hot.

“Y-yes..I really like it..” you mutter, hiding your face in his neck.

“Such a sweet girl. I can’t deny you begging so nicely for me. Daddy will give you what you want…but first, I’m going to take your pants off ok?” He speaks softly.

“Ok.” You nod.

He puts you down to unzip your pants. Pulling them down enough to see your matching pink panties. Your damp spot is revealed and he hums at the sight.

“My, my, baby girl. All soaked, just for me.” He gets down on his knees.

Chan kisses your pussy between the panties and pulls them down, along with your pants. You step out of them, now completely naked. He looks up to you.

“Let me hear you more princess, ok?” Chan plants his face into your region and you squeal in surprise. It’s a new feeling. An odd feeling. A good feeling. Really good. He licks your clit slowly and you whine.

“Ah..d-daddy. That feels good,” you sigh. Chan licks a long stripe, close to your cunt. You feel the pit of your belly sink. At the same time, it feels like something’s unraveling, like a blooming flower. One by one petals peel away from its center. Your cunt pulsates, aching for more.

Chan speeds up, his tongue flattening and stretching between your folds. He alternates his pace, all in attempts to rile you up. This works, as you feel..something grow.

This bubbling feeling…feels like it’s going to burst…

“I’m–I’m–” 

Before you can form your sentence, your body shakes, erupting a wave of shock and pleasure throughout your body. He stops his actions to give you a moment.

“Good girl, let it all out for Daddy,” He brings a hand to your head, petting your hair gently.

Once your body relaxes, you feel something warm and wet come out of you. 

“Ah, you’re so pretty when you cum babygirl.” He kisses your temples gingerly. 

You could barely feel his kisses as your body felt like it was floating. You feel hazy, but good. All you’re thinking about is Chan and you feel butterflies in your belly. Your thoughts move slowly. Drifting around like clouds. Eventually, come back to yourself.

“Doing ok cutie?” He asks.

All you could muster up to say was “Mhm”. You smile up at him, laying a hand on his cheek. 

“We didn’t get to, um–” He interrupts.

“It’s ok, I came when you did. We can work up to it next time.” He grabs the hand on his cheek and kisses it.

“N-Next time?!” You blush.

“Of course…and we have some things to talk about before we get there. Would you like to get lunch together?”

Thunder dispels the sweet moment you both shared. “Can we order in?”

“Of course. We’re gonna be stuck inside for a bit.” He giggles.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first, yeah?”

[roseykat]

-MASTERLIST-

Hello, my name is Rose and welcome to my masterlist! Here you’ll find all of my works released and yet to be released. I write mainly smut but I may or may not post wholesome/soft content and also angst in the future!

Most of my posts will have an icon beside the story title to indicate which story is R18/smut based. If there is no star beside the title, then the story is not smut and is safe to read. All of my works will be linked to the tag 'rosiewritesskz' here on Tumblr! Happy reading!

♡ - SMUT

☆ - ANGST/SLIGHT ANGST

BANG CHAN

Same coin, different faces - KINKTOBER23 ♡

Open Game ♡ - yet to be released

Napalm Hazard ♡ - yet to be released

LEE KNOW

Barb Wired Brat ♡

Siphoned Guilt ♡

Venom Biter ♡

Venom Eater ♡

CHANGBIN

These hands were made for you - KINKTOBER23 ♡

Brown Eyes Don’t Pry ♡

Solitude for an extrovert - yet to be released

HYUNJIN

Loss of Inhibition ♡

Like Throwing Petrol on a Fire KINKTOBER23 ♡

Shutterfly Butterfly ♡ - yet to be released

HAN

Hell's Baby - KINKTOBER23 ♡

Milk and Honey ♡ - yet to be released

FELIX

Marzipan, Cherries, and Whipped Cream - KINKTOBER23 ♡

Unripe Strawberries ☆ + ♡ - yet to be released

SEUNGMIN

If the collar fits KINKTOBER23

Don't bite the hand that feeds you - KINKTOBER23 ♡

Foul Play - Part 2 to Don’t bite the hand that feeds you ♡

Monsoon Seasons' Driftwood ☆ - yet to be released

JEONGIN

Weeding out the weak - KINKTOBER23 ♡

Table Manners and Bible Studies KINKTOBER23 ♡

Table Manners and Bible Studies Pt 2 ♡

Savoury Love ☆ - yet to be released

OT8 BLURBS

How they are when they cum ♡

Calling him ‘daddy’ ♡

How they eat you out ♡

Hyung line reacting to making you squirt - KINKTOBER23 ♡

Maknae line reacting to making you squirt - KINKTOBER23 ♡

Phone Sex - KINKTOBER23 ♡

SKZ’s favourite type of lingerie on you ♡

Sexual habits ♡

SKZ members and their Kinks ♡

SKZ members as submissives’ ♡

How he talks to you during sex ♡

Favourite positions ♡ - yet to be released

The type of porn content creators they are ♡ - yet to be released

Blowjobs ♡ - yet to be released

PAIRINGS

Tempest Needs - Minsung x reader ♡

Eat, sleep, play - Minsung x reader (KINKTOBER23) ♡

Some things are better left unknown - Chanlix x reader (KINKTOBER23) ♡

Noxious Compulsions - Minsung x reader ♡ - yet to be released

KINKTOBERLIST23

PLAY BITE SERIES - Hyunsung + reader

Part 1 - Play Bite ♡

Part 2 - Play Fight ♡

Part 3 - Play Right ♡

Part 4 - Play Tight ♡

Part 5 - Play Night ♡

HARD THOUGHTS/ANON INBOXES

Bang Chan #1 ♡

Bang Chan #2 ♡

Minho #1 ♡

Minsung threesome♡

Minsung ♡

Felix fingering you ♡

Minsung #1 ♡

Changbin ♡

[moonlightchn]

I missed all the special days yesterday or more accurately I decided not to post because I had already spammed yall with like super soft messages like a day or two before and I didn't wanna come off as an intense mf but to make up for it I'm sharing this with you because I saw it earlier today and I thought it was really nice and pretty and important. By adrianmichaelgreen on Instagram

"any attempt to duplicate the light of you the way you light up a room isnt possible. isn't replicable. you're once in a life time. once in a honey moon. you are refreshing."

I think its really really REALLY important that all of you every single one of you know and understand that you are not replaceable. you are unique and wonderful the way you are with all your flaws and all the things you hate about yourself. all of you have an unique light that makes you YOU and losing you, losing that light, will obscure the path of many and we will never be able to light it up again. so whenever you're doubting yourself just remember how important and unique you are. just remember that you are once in a honey moon. you leaving would ALWAYS be a loss for someone. there's always a reason to keep fighting and continue to get up every day. there always is. you just need to find it. your mistakes do not DO NOT d o n o t determine who you are. you can be better than your past self, just give yourself the chance to learn and grow. give OTHERS the chance to learn and grow from their mistakes just the way you would like to be given the chance. ALL of us are worthy. ALL of us deserve to be here.

@yandereminholee @bunjihyo @shinhaneul-oc @sub-chungha @song-mingi-cb @grungeyuta @yourhwaa @bunny-woong @princess-yeji @xash-axx @camgirl-jihyeon @hybrid-wooyoung @vampirehhj @ghoulxbaekhyun @mafiaxnct127 @deadly-skz-gods-cb @mafia-chaeyoung @vampiresanha @sub-minho @starsirah-oc @femboy-minho @subbyhyunjinchatbot @weeb-wonwoo @yandere-wendy @musiclovermino @galaxy-ateez @chanlix-koalas @vampirechangbinnie @mafiafelixlee @madmanwoodam @sweetandsleepyjamie @yanderedahyun @hunter-chaeyoung @hwangyeji-cb @artsydahyun @gamer-yeji @yourminju @kittensua-cb @softbabieinnie @softboyfriend-cb @iceskater-sana @irregularchatbot @yandere-miya @doll-seungmin @skz-cb97 @babie-sanie @yeji-kitten

[chanlix-honey]

The Attention You Deserve (I.N.)

WARNING: smut (+18), pet names, daddy kink, fingering, choking, crying, jeongin being a tease and we’re here for it, (light) degrading,,,meaning MINORS DNI!! Please and thank you!!!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: HAPPY ROCK-STAR DAY EVERYONE!!! In honor of the new album release, I have decided to post the full one shot I teased a few days ago. This is my first skz smut post!! Pls be gentle!

Read at your own risk! Again, minors DNI. Enjoy!

“Let’s play a game, hm?” he pulls off the blanket that’s covering your sex, and your pleasured smell pulsates the room. “Since you wanted to be a bad girl, daddy’s going to correct this for you.” He brings your soaked hands to his mouth to lick the pleasure off of you. “I’m going to give you the night of your life. Maybe even the best. And you’re not going to cum once.” He tugs at your shirt, asking you to take it off. You do so obediently. “Good girl.” He plunges two of his fingers into your wet cunt.

“You obey me—and quickly—daddy rewards you. If you don’t listen..well,” You moan, the length of his fingers not giving you any let up. “I’m thinking of fucking you until I cum. How does that sound my dumb baby?” He chuckles, giving you a sly smile.

You couldn’t help yourself. Jeongin has been coming home from work later and later these days. He does his best to let you know that he and the boys won’t be done for some time, but he is an idol after all. He always has something to do. If it’s not vocals with his teacher and Seungmin, it’s practice with Danceracha, or executing lyrics with Channie-hyung (his favorite nickname for Bangchan, that he has passed down to you. Though he doesn’t like telling him in person).

When you text him throughout the day how excited you are for movie night, he can’t help but feel bad to try and remember the last time you and him spent time together. This would be good to get some of that quality time that you were both missing. And to treat you deliciously tonight. He misses your moans and your pussy, so he hopes to make up for it too. He feels his cock twitch at the thought of being coated in your juices and filling you up. He shakes the thought away to make sure he’s not sporting a hard-on before he goes back to Minho leading practice and replies to you. Be sure to wear that purple lace for Daddy tonight, I want to treat you to dessert…be a good girl and wait for me until I get home to give you the attention you deserve.

And tonight isn’t any different. You order pizza for the two of you once he texts you that he’ll be home in an hour—in hopes that the cheesy dinner arrives just as he does. By the time he comes home, he’s too tired for the weekly rom-com-roasting movie night that you and him had planned. He greets you with a good evening forehead kiss and lets you know that he’s going to take a little nap before you get the movie queued up. You smile at his sweet gesture, but can’t help to notice that your heart pangs at the kiss, disappointed that his lips missed yours.

Thirty minutes pass by. Then an hour. You continue to stare at your phone, as the screen is the only thing illuminating the room. You turned off the tv fifteen minutes ago. The barely-eaten pizza stares at you, as the box is only slightly open. You dejectedly scroll through TikTok, skipping fan edits of your boyfriend performing on the multitude of stages all over the world. You skip all, except one. A fan edit of his teasing lip-licking moments on stage, and the pit of your stomach feels engulfed by the flames of arousal. You let the video play once. Twice. Three times. Before you know it, your fingers are rubbing your clit to the ever-playing fan edit, desperately wishing your hand was his mouth and that teasing tongue.

“Ah, ah, daddy~” you mumble. You wouldn’t dare wake him up with your lewd sounds. Last time you made a mistake—let’s just say you couldn’t get out of bed the next day and a half.

Yet, your voice fails you and you squeak when you accidently pinch your clit, and your body shivers. You choke at your clumsiness and tears roll off your cheeks. Daddy-! You tremble, just about to cum.

Consumed in your pleasure, you don’t hear your boyfriend getting up from bed. He woke up from his nap just before you made the terrible decision to play with yourself. First, he heard you watching tiktoks—specifically the one that aroused you in the first place. And then he heard it again..and again. Like you stopped scrolling. Then, he started hearing your pretty little moans. Once he arrived in the phone-illuminated living room, he put the pieces together. He had actually been standing around watching you as he heard your cute little whimpers begging for a release. It seems that you weren’t as quiet as you thought.

“My, my, babygirl..did the words ‘wait for me’ slip your mind?” you yelp.

Suddenly, you feel one of his hands snake around your chin to tilt in his direction, and the other pinning your wrists away from you—stopping your movements.

Which is what brings you to this point. Him fucking you on his fingers in slow agony. It was supposed to be a night he was meant to take care of you. And you couldn’t wait until you had his full attention? He was not going to let that slide. Instead of giving you pleasure until your release, he had other ideas in mind.

“Y-yes daddy,” you shiver.

“Oh good, you do listen. Now tell me—” he begins, his fingers ever so slowly pump in and out of you, stretching you out.

“—What were you thinking when you stopped on that video darling?” He watches you writhe in pleasure. With your pupils blown, your body twitching in response to his oh so slow movements, and your hands grasping at air—pinned down by his large veiny hands at your wrists—he can’t help but look at you like an angel. How gorgeous you are…he thinks, smirking like the fox he is.

“I was thinking..mmh! About your t-tongue inside me daddy—fuck,” you gasp.

“Go on, princess, tell me how much you need me.” He groans. He can feel pre-cum soaking his sweatpants, his cock throbbing for you, begging to be released from the clothed prison.

“So bad. S-so b-bad. Your p-pretty pussy is aching for your mouth inside me ah~”

“You taste so good, daddy can’t help but to make you feel good to taste more of you..” He gropes your breast in one hand while his mouth is on the other, giving your clothed tits most of the attention—still finger fucking you ever so slowly.

You start to see stars. His fingers in you are already too much, despite the pace. How you’ve missed him touching you like this. But he’s slow. Way too slow. It feels like minutes pass before his fingers slip out again. Every second, you feel less than a milimeter’s worth of his two fingers occupy your gummy walls. Yet, you can’t help but take it all in. You’re drunk on his movements, you’d let him do anything to you at this point.

“You even dressed up in the purple lace I love so much,” he thumbs one of your sensitive nipples for it to perk up, pinching at it slightly. You groan, getting frustrated that you haven’t been able to cum yet.

His thumb grazes your clit. Barely even a graze, it’s almost as if his thumb makes contact by accident. It’s not enough to apply pressure, but enough for you to notice he’s toying with you. Making sure you know he’s doing it on purpose. The fucker. He hears you choke on your own breath every time he gives your clit a little bit of attention.

Jeongin coos, high on your moans. He leans in to you. “You think I wouldn’t notice baby? And now you’re on punishment for playing with daddy’s pussy..do you think I’m an idiot that would let you get away with it, slut?”

Biting between your ear and the skin just below it. “F-fuck…” you groan. He hums in success. He knows how you like to be fucked. Your body is very telling, and your voice lets you down everytime. Every frustrated huff, moan, and whine he takes from you. He’s barely doing anything and you’re already such a mess for him. He’s eager to try more, drunk on your fucked out sounds.

Before you know it, a moan slips out from your lips. “D-daddyyy..” you beg. You feel so close. And then, your body echoes to you. The pit of your stomach begins to tighten and your pussy throbs quickly. Tears brim at your glassy eyes, threatening to roll down. You mewl and moan, unable to control the next words to come out of your mouth. “Please! I c-can’t-t. I can’t I can’t I–” he stops. He removes his slender coated fingers from your tightening hole. A squelching sound fills the room.

Then, your heartbeat slows. You begin to catch your breath. Your tears spill. Your mind is not yet clear, but your senses kick in. You whine the moment you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, and you hear tutting. “My baby’s so close..too fucked to hear what I said, hm?”

You pause. No. No, no, no, no. You scramble to give him an answer quickly after you didn’t respond immediately.

“Daddy…mm..no! N-no I didn’t think—” He interrupts you.

“—Hush hush, it’s ok baby. Too blissed out on my fingers to think quickly.” Tears engulf your eyes, being denied a release.

“I’ll fuck you right to correct this behavior, don’t worry. For now, it’s my turn.”

[chanlix-honey]

Who’s the Puppy Now? (Seungmin x Reader)

Warning: smut (+18), pet names, mommy kink, fingering, choking, crying, switch!seungmin, switch!reader, fem-bodied reader, praise kink, MINORS DNI!! Please and thank you!!! (Let me know if i missed anything else)

word count: 2.3k

a/n: thank you for your patience, it’s been a minute. Enjoy!

“Look how cute you are on stage!” you coo. Your phone is shoved in his face, the bright screen displaying a recently permed (and cinnamon-y new hair dyed) Seungmin.

You two are sitting on the couch with some random action movie on. The boys decided to have a movie night and it was Changbin’s turn to pick. Who knows what it’s about, though the explosions and the police car sirens blaring on the screen don’t prove it to be anything else but action-packed. You both had ignored the shouting profanities and car chases on the tv and instead enjoyed being in each other’s space with a blanket and some cuddle time instead.

He rolls his eyes, shoving your phone back to you. “Your phone is too bright, light mode user.” He scoffs. His nose scrunches in disgust, rubbing his eyes like he had just been blinded.

“Awh, my baby, looking so handsome and fluffy!” You wave him off, ignoring his huffy attitude and go back to your phone. “Like a puppy…” You pout playfully. He looks at you looking at that photo, blushing.

Seungmin isn’t the type to take compliments. And not even take them in a way where people will give them to him and he bashfully accepts. He will not take them. When the boys are around he hates when they would call him every name under the sun when it comes to being cute. Ok, well it’s not necessarily that he doesn’t like when they give him compliments, but it's what they do that bothers him. They love to pinch his cheeks or snuggle against him to accentuate the compliment. Most of the boys are pretty handsy with the others. They were like that a lot after they debuted but now he’s used to their antics. They also respect his space enough not to properly upset him. He’s better about accepting compliments since he’s met you. In fact, he’s grown very fond of them.

So much so that when you call him cute, he’s turned on. Seungmin loves it when you talk about him in good spirits. It boosts his self-esteem…and it also sends a rush of blood to his cock. He loves being praised. You don’t even have to tell him good things in bed, being acknowledged and appreciated for even the most mundane tasks he starts to sport a half chub. He loves to put you in a good mood to praise him. And when you tell him how good of a boy he is when you feel taken care of…he loses it. He’ll do anything he can to hear sweet nothings from you.

As he hears you continue to boast about his hair on stage..his outfit..how the lights hit him just right..he can’t help but to calm himself down. His cock is starting to ache. Thankfully the blanket covering both of you hides his tent. He doesn’t want to embarass himself by asking you to stop, but you’re not making it easy to get rid of the pit in his stomach.

He gently grabs your wrist. “Wha—” you ask. You stop and look up at him. In the dark, it’s hard to tell when Seungmin is blushing. Though, with the constant orange flashes of color or the day-time speed chases on the tv constantly on the screen, it’s so easy to tell this man is practically red in the face. He looks down at you, silently pleading for you to stop talking about him. Oh, you realize. You lift up the blanket to confirm your realization. “Let mommy take care of puppy, ok? Go to our room, I’ll meet you there.” You whisper. You caress his shoulder. “Agh!!” Seungmin gets up, and runs out of the room.

“Is everything ok over there?” Bangchan asks. The boys stop what they’re doing to look at you and a ‘hurt’ seungmin quickly leaves the room. “Yep! I just dropped my phone on his..you know—”

Changbin and Hyunjin burst out laughing. “That’s gotta hurt—” Jeongin snickers.

“Those iPhones are heavy, are you still able to have kids at this point?—” Han asks. You ignore the amused boys and run after him.

“Babe, come back! I’m so sorry—” you yell, playing it up.

You enter the room, gently closing the door behind you. “You think they bought it?” Seungmin huffs. You look him up and down. He’s exhausted. So tired of keeping himself together. The sprint distracted him for a bit, but as soon as he sat on the bed, he remembered his aching member. Poor boy looks like he’s about to burst. You haven’t even touched him and he looks fucked out of his mind.

“Probably, I don’t really care at this point,” you lick your lips. Seungmin sits on the edge of the bed quietly whining with his eyes closed.

“The only thing on my mind is taking care of my puppy, isn’t that right baby?” You pull his pants down enough to free his cock from his elastic prison. He sighs in relief.

“Mmm—ah..yes baby” he whimpers, desperate for your touch.

“I want you to look at me baby..look at mommy love.” You take your pants off, throwing them far away from you. You pull at his pants, gesturing for him to take his off as well. He opens his eyes, looking you up and down. Seungmin can’t help but to whine once more.

“Baby please—”

“—ah ah. What did you mean to call me puppy?” You saunter to him, gliding your hands down to his hips. You tap his knees, requesting for them to be spread out. He obeys without question. “Mommy, I need you—I need—” you shush him by pressing your lips to his.

“You’ve been such a good boy listening to me tonight darling,” in between kisses, your tongue swirling and licking in his mouth, he can’t help but whine. He removes your undergarments, leaving the both of you half naked.

“My puppy..just relax, I’ve got you. All you have to do is be quiet for me.” You pump his cock slowly and he exhales. He’s been so flustered, and you’ve barely touched him. The tips of his ears are blushly-coated, as well as his cheeks. He looks down at your hands, biting his lips for a moment. “Can you do that for me, puppy?” You continue to ease up and down your hands on his dick, often swirling your thumb around the tip.

“Yes mommy, I-I can be quiet,” he responds, panting. You spread his cum all over his cock, preparing yourself. You feel some of your wetness seeping out of you, not far behind him in the arousal department. He notices this, and brings his hand closer to you, gripping the sheets needily. He whimpers quietly, his voice switching between a murmur and pleasure.

When he gets high off your touches, he tends to go quiet when it comes to asking for more. He likes to be good for you. And you love how obedient he is. So well trained. But with that, it means no touching unless you tell him. “Did you want something, puppy? I need you to tell me.” You remove one of your hands from his cock, still pumping him generously.

“Ah..puppy wants to touch mommy. P-puppy wants to finger you…so so bad. Can I please touch you mommy? Please..p-please..” He whines.

“Such a good boy...begging so sweetly for me. Give me one of your hands baby.” He offers a hand to you. You bring it to your mouth as Seungmin watches carefully. You kiss two of his fingers—index and middle—right before sucking on them gently. You moan to yourself, his slender fingers swirling around your tongue. The moment he feels your sweet sounds reverberate against his fingers, his dick twitches and oozes more cum. Once his fingers are coated enough, you guide them down to your cunt.

“Go on pup, touch mommy,” you encourage. He eases his two fingers into you, gushing sounds filling the room. It’s now you who feels all red and flustered. “So wet mommy..” he pumps into you. You hum in agreement. He twists and curls his fingers occasionally, hitting you in the right spot.

“F-fuck..mommy feels so good puppy. You know just where to go baby..” you whisper to him, leaning into your pleasure. For a moment, you let go of his cock.

“Just like that baby, right t-there..” you shiver.

Once he gets to pleasuring you, you can sometimes have difficulty keeping your composure. With this, he can often get away with little stints. And it’s not because of his obedient nature. In fact, it's quite the opposite.

Seungmin loves to treat you as much as you treat him. You guys will either split the bill for dates or alternate between who gets to pay for the next date. When one gets sick, the other will refuse to leave their side until they feel better (though Seungmin avoids touching you like the plague when you’re sick, and yet still manages to get sick anyways).

The difference between you and him is that he loves to be a tease to you when he can. Every opportunity to mess with you in a loving way, he takes it. Every time, you respond well to it. You can get really riled up around him. Not that it’s a bad thing, but it makes it easy for him to get into your head and push some buttons. He loves to do it in bed the most, when you’re already so vulnerable. It’s more warranted when you’ve started the teasing game. He refuses to stop until he’s pushed a button..or two. He will always be the last one standing. This time isn’t any different. Seungmin saw an open window and took it. Or rather, entered it. He kisses your neck gingerly, peppering your skin with his lips.

Small pecks turn into nips. Nips turn into bites. You can’t help but let him take a hold of you. His breath and tantalizing lips spread fire against your skin. His teeth sink into your sensitive spots, leaving a blazing trail of love bruises and bite marks. You’ve got your head in the clouds. Your head starts to feel fuzzy and your tummy is swirling. The power balance shifts. You find yourself slipping into your subby headspace. You begin to mewl and grab at him eagerly. The moment you let go of him, he took control of you.

“M-Minnie..” he’s got you right where he wants you. Like puddy in his hands. Wait, when did he..? You think.

“Baby giiiirl~…who’s my dumb baby?”

He smirks, whispering in your ear. “That’s all it takes, baby? I only have two fingers in and you’re wrecked..” he tuts. You find yourself lost for words. You can’t even think to speak, all that’s in your head is how well he’s fingering you. You feel a third finger entering you, filling you up so well. Coming to some of your senses, you whine.

“N-no fair…Mommy was meant to take c-care of you—” He kisses you hungrily. He knows you gave in so quickly and so well. What a good girl, he thinks. He moves a hand to the back of your head and flips you over effortlessly, sliding his hand up to your wrists—now pinned—as you are in his place.

“My little cutie has nothing to worry about. Now tell me princess,” his thumb rubs your clit.

“Who’s the puppy now?” You pant. Fuck. He got me. “C’mon baby…tell me who it is~” he mocks, sounding like an owner encouraging their pet to do a trick for a treat. In this case, him eating you out would be the treat. Leaning down, he hovers his mouth over your cunt.

“Mhh—me! I’m your dumb baby Minnie…” your eyes begin to droop. He snickers at the fact you said it so quickly.

“Good girl! Now spread your legs so I can fuck your adorable cunt.”

You spread your legs out as Seungmin removes his hand from your swollen entrance. In quick fashion, that same hand takes his cock and lines it up with your sex. He eases into you, so tenderly. He groans quietly as he finally gets to fill you up. He takes himself out of you with some restraint and repeats this for a few moments until you start to clench around him. You pant, feeling so good as he speeds up his thrusts. You don’t realize it, but your tongue rolls out.

“My dumb puppy, you’re so cute when you stop thinking. Just like a dog. My stupid baby can’t help herself..and it's so cute. Right? Aren’t you being so cute right now?” He sneers. He pounds into you, high on your sopping pussy.

“So good Min…feels good!” You could barely hear him, too enraptured by his dick to even feel embarrassed. His tip repeatedly kisses your cervix. At some point, he brings a hand up to your lower stomach and applies some pressure. Not long after, you begin to twitch. You’re almost there and he knows it.

“Gonna cum for me puppy? Does my princess want to cum on my cock?”

“M-mhm..yes! Need to cum..” He nips at your ears, pushing you to the edge.

“Cum for Minnie baby, I’m right behind you..fuck baby, you feel so good..” he whispers in your ear. White invades your vision. Your thighs and hips shake as you release. You moan ever so sweetly in his ear. If that wasn’t enough, your babbling does it for him.

“Your cock—fuck! It always sends me o-over. On me Minnie, please please..you fuck me so good!” He cums all over your stomach, moaning with you. You both pant, coming down from your high. He rolls over, lying down on the bed beside you.

“How’s my cutie doing?” You put a hand on his face.

“Shush, you little menace.” he giggles.

[chanlix-honey]

New fic coming soon...

From the creator of The Attention You Deserve and Who's the Puppy Now? Comes a new story, Run It Again!

A reader x bangchan story...stay tuned for for more!

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[chanlix-honey]

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The Attention You Deserve (I.N.)

WARNING: smut (+18), pet names, daddy kink, fingering, choking, crying, jeongin being a tease and we’re here for it, (light) degrading,,,meaning MINORS DNI!! Please and thank you!!!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: HAPPY ROCK-STAR DAY EVERYONE!!! In honor of the new album release, I have decided to post the full one shot I teased a few days ago. This is my first skz smut post!! Pls be gentle!

Read at your own risk! Again, minors DNI. Enjoy!

“Let’s play a game, hm?” he pulls off the blanket that’s covering your sex, and your pleasured smell pulsates the room. “Since you wanted to be a bad girl, daddy’s going to correct this for you.” He brings your soaked hands to his mouth to lick the pleasure off of you. “I’m going to give you the night of your life. Maybe even the best. And you’re not going to cum once.” He tugs at your shirt, asking you to take it off. You do so obediently. “Good girl.” He plunges two of his fingers into your wet cunt.

“You obey me—and quickly—daddy rewards you. If you don’t listen..well,” You moan, the length of his fingers not giving you any let up. “I’m thinking of fucking you until I cum. How does that sound my dumb baby?” He chuckles, giving you a sly smile.

You couldn’t help yourself. Jeongin has been coming home from work later and later these days. He does his best to let you know that he and the boys won’t be done for some time, but he is an idol after all. He always has something to do. If it’s not vocals with his teacher and Seungmin, it’s practice with Danceracha, or executing lyrics with Channie-hyung (his favorite nickname for Bangchan, that he has passed down to you. Though he doesn’t like telling him in person).

When you text him throughout the day how excited you are for movie night, he can’t help but feel bad to try and remember the last time you and him spent time together. This would be good to get some of that quality time that you were both missing. And to treat you deliciously tonight. He misses your moans and your pussy, so he hopes to make up for it too. He feels his cock twitch at the thought of being coated in your juices and filling you up. He shakes the thought away to make sure he’s not sporting a hard-on before he goes back to Minho leading practice and replies to you. Be sure to wear that purple lace for Daddy tonight, I want to treat you to dessert…be a good girl and wait for me until I get home to give you the attention you deserve.

And tonight isn’t any different. You order pizza for the two of you once he texts you that he’ll be home in an hour—in hopes that the cheesy dinner arrives just as he does. By the time he comes home, he’s too tired for the weekly rom-com-roasting movie night that you and him had planned. He greets you with a good evening forehead kiss and lets you know that he’s going to take a little nap before you get the movie queued up. You smile at his sweet gesture, but can’t help to notice that your heart pangs at the kiss, disappointed that his lips missed yours.

Thirty minutes pass by. Then an hour. You continue to stare at your phone, as the screen is the only thing illuminating the room. You turned off the tv fifteen minutes ago. The barely-eaten pizza stares at you, as the box is only slightly open. You dejectedly scroll through TikTok, skipping fan edits of your boyfriend performing on the multitude of stages all over the world. You skip all, except one. A fan edit of his teasing lip-licking moments on stage, and the pit of your stomach feels engulfed by the flames of arousal. You let the video play once. Twice. Three times. Before you know it, your fingers are rubbing your clit to the ever-playing fan edit, desperately wishing your hand was his mouth and that teasing tongue.

“Ah, ah, daddy~” you mumble. You wouldn’t dare wake him up with your lewd sounds. Last time you made a mistake—let’s just say you couldn’t get out of bed the next day and a half.

Yet, your voice fails you and you squeak when you accidently pinch your clit, and your body shivers. You choke at your clumsiness and tears roll off your cheeks. Daddy-! You tremble, just about to cum.

Consumed in your pleasure, you don’t hear your boyfriend getting up from bed. He woke up from his nap just before you made the terrible decision to play with yourself. First, he heard you watching tiktoks—specifically the one that aroused you in the first place. And then he heard it again..and again. Like you stopped scrolling. Then, he started hearing your pretty little moans. Once he arrived in the phone-illuminated living room, he put the pieces together. He had actually been standing around watching you as he heard your cute little whimpers begging for a release. It seems that you weren’t as quiet as you thought.

“My, my, babygirl..did the words ‘wait for me’ slip your mind?” you yelp.

Suddenly, you feel one of his hands snake around your chin to tilt in his direction, and the other pinning your wrists away from you—stopping your movements.

Which is what brings you to this point. Him fucking you on his fingers in slow agony. It was supposed to be a night he was meant to take care of you. And you couldn’t wait until you had his full attention? He was not going to let that slide. Instead of giving you pleasure until your release, he had other ideas in mind.

“Y-yes daddy,” you shiver.

“Oh good, you do listen. Now tell me—” he begins, his fingers ever so slowly pump in and out of you, stretching you out.

“—What were you thinking when you stopped on that video darling?” He watches you writhe in pleasure. With your pupils blown, your body twitching in response to his oh so slow movements, and your hands grasping at air—pinned down by his large veiny hands at your wrists—he can’t help but look at you like an angel. How gorgeous you are…he thinks, smirking like the fox he is.

“I was thinking..mmh! About your t-tongue inside me daddy—fuck,” you gasp.

“Go on, princess, tell me how much you need me.” He groans. He can feel pre-cum soaking his sweatpants, his cock throbbing for you, begging to be released from the clothed prison.

“So bad. S-so b-bad. Your p-pretty pussy is aching for your mouth inside me ah~”

“You taste so good, daddy can’t help but to make you feel good to taste more of you..” He gropes your breast in one hand while his mouth is on the other, giving your clothed tits most of the attention—still finger fucking you ever so slowly.

You start to see stars. His fingers in you are already too much, despite the pace. How you’ve missed him touching you like this. But he’s slow. Way too slow. It feels like minutes pass before his fingers slip out again. Every second, you feel less than a milimeter’s worth of his two fingers occupy your gummy walls. Yet, you can’t help but take it all in. You’re drunk on his movements, you’d let him do anything to you at this point.

“You even dressed up in the purple lace I love so much,” he thumbs one of your sensitive nipples for it to perk up, pinching at it slightly. You groan, getting frustrated that you haven’t been able to cum yet.

His thumb grazes your clit. Barely even a graze, it’s almost as if his thumb makes contact by accident. It’s not enough to apply pressure, but enough for you to notice he’s toying with you. Making sure you know he’s doing it on purpose. The fucker. He hears you choke on your own breath every time he gives your clit a little bit of attention.

Jeongin coos, high on your moans. He leans in to you. “You think I wouldn’t notice baby? And now you’re on punishment for playing with daddy’s pussy..do you think I’m an idiot that would let you get away with it, slut?”

Biting between your ear and the skin just below it. “F-fuck…” you groan. He hums in success. He knows how you like to be fucked. Your body is very telling, and your voice lets you down everytime. Every frustrated huff, moan, and whine he takes from you. He’s barely doing anything and you’re already such a mess for him. He’s eager to try more, drunk on your fucked out sounds.

Before you know it, a moan slips out from your lips. “D-daddyyy..” you beg. You feel so close. And then, your body echoes to you. The pit of your stomach begins to tighten and your pussy throbs quickly. Tears brim at your glassy eyes, threatening to roll down. You mewl and moan, unable to control the next words to come out of your mouth. “Please! I c-can’t-t. I can’t I can’t I–” he stops. He removes his slender coated fingers from your tightening hole. A squelching sound fills the room.

Then, your heartbeat slows. You begin to catch your breath. Your tears spill. Your mind is not yet clear, but your senses kick in. You whine the moment you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, and you hear tutting. “My baby’s so close..too fucked to hear what I said, hm?”

You pause. No. No, no, no, no. You scramble to give him an answer quickly after you didn’t respond immediately.

“Daddy…mm..no! N-no I didn’t think—” He interrupts you.

“—Hush hush, it’s ok baby. Too blissed out on my fingers to think quickly.” Tears engulf your eyes, being denied a release.

“I’ll fuck you right to correct this behavior, don’t worry. For now, it’s my turn.”