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sweatyracoon · 16 days ago

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Perv! Skz! Headcannons

Warnings: Perv behavior, obsessed Skz!, smut, unsuspecting reader, actions of weirdos

A/n: MDNI, just my thoughts on how they would behave were they perverts <3

Perv! Chan- 2/10

Conflicted eternally once he starts having these thoughts about you. He wouldn't act on them because he respects boundaries and cares for your comfort.

Didn't see you that way until you started wearing more revealing clothes. A short white tee during one if your walks. Low and behold, it rained.

Your pink lace bra/bare chest appeared through the wet material, making the poor boy flush.

He didn't have an umbrella, so he used his large frame to cover you until you could find shelter. He wouldn't even look at you, unable to breathe when he does so.

He always saw you as a kind friend up until that moment. He always knew you were beautiful, but when he caught glimpse of your torso, glimmering with the combination of rain water and dim lighting, he thought you a god(dess) in disguise.

Since then, he would gift you clothes that were either a little too small, or crop tops. You never realized it was more for him than you, seeing as that was your style anyway.

He loves being able to dress you the way he wants, and relishes in the way you thank him, hugging him tightly so he can feel all of your curves underneath the thin cotton.

He also loves the way you smell. Your shampoo and perfume make a perfect seductive concoction, making him dizzy and unable to concentrate.

When he hugs you from behind, he would quietly inhale, eyes rolling back, a small smile on his face.

He likes holding your hand in his, seeing the size difference. It's not necessarily a size kink, he just likes knowing that he can mold his into yours in different ways.

Perv! Lee Know- 9/10

Not afraid to be excessive.

He would grab at your ass, but you thought nothing of it because he does it to literally everyone.

His hands would longer a bit longer, though .

Sometimes he would come to stand behind you without you noticing, and when you move to step back, you hit his hard chest, turning to look at his stoic face.

He likes being in close proximity of you, feeling calmer knowing you were there.

He would wrap his arms around your waist to bring you down on his lap, cuddling you tightly as you both sat.

He would massage your thighs, sometimes going a bit too high, brushing against the inner lining that reaches your jean zipper.

He would often flirt with you verbally, and also use a lot of praise when it comes to talking about you.

He likes brushing his hands against your cheeks at random, making your breath hitch, waiting for what he does next.

That damn bastard drops them with a smirk, walking away.

He would sing about you to you, making you blush.

He would randomly kiss your hand, sometimes kissing further up your arm until he reaches his neck.

One time he decided to nip at it, making you gasp. He laughed.

He would eventually make his way to your lips.

"Finally!"

Perv! Changbin- 4/10

Total gentleman.

He had known you for a while, so it was natural to form feelings, right?

Chan told him it was okay, but his thoughts made him think otherwise.

Why is he looking at your ass when you walk away?

Why is he looking at your semi-exposed chest when you lean over?

Why is he noticing how plump and kissable your lips are?

He takes care of himself at night when the thoughts become too much, but he wakes up feeling guilty.

You were his best friend. The one that has gotten him through so much. You would probably think him disgusting if you knew.

He would hold your hand when he's stressed, and as if it were muscle memory, you would in turn wrap your entire torso around his arm, hoping to calm him down.

When he eats, you eat right with him, if not more. It becomes fun and sweet. A memorable moment for him.

When he's hyper and joking, your there to laugh with him, even if no one else does.

He loves you.

He would think that you love him too, but he then realizes all of the thoughts he had the night before.

When you saw him sitting in the studio lost in thought, you asked him what's wrong.

"Y/n?! What are you doing here?"

He jumped on the small loveseat, snatching the pillow at his side and covered his center with it.

You looked at it, getting an idea of what was wrong.

"Need some help?"

Perv! Hyunjin - 6/10

Total lover.

He follows you like a lost puppy waiting for directions.

His eyes are always glossy when looking at you, a small smile plastered onto his face when he's near you.

He loves wrapping his long ass fingers around your thin forearm, grinning at how his hand could probably wrap around twice.

Definitely has a size kink.

Wraps his legs with yours if your lying together on the floor.

Blows at your ear to get your attention

Begs to let him draw you naked, meaning he needs you to undress in front of him for hours.

Of course you said no.

For now.

He would whine at your answer, saying he needed to see you.

Very forward about his needs with you, and how he needs you to be the one to help him.

But he does it in a way to not make you feel uncomfortable.

He came too close one day and ended up kissing the shell of your ear, making you both freeze.

Hyunjin knew he needed to do that again, but he didn't want to push too far.

He waited for you to say something.

"Do that again...just wanna see how it feels,"

Perv! Han- 7/10

Definitely a panty sniffer.

Never been caught.

He loves when you hug him from behind, or just in general really.

Loves being close to you so he can smell you. Whether it's sweat or perfume, he could sit next to you all day. Bask in your scent.

He steals your hoodies and wears them often, hoping it will run off onto him.

He also steals a few pair of undies, sniffing them late at night as he touches himself.

His eyes glazed over when you take your own sweatshirt off, your inner shirt raising, showing your tummy.

He sees the soft flesh, and wants to shove his face into your pillow like skin. He wants to knead his first fingers into your stomach.

He bites your shoulder lightly when hes feeling particularly needy, because he can't tell you otherwise.

You think he's just being playful.

He melts when you kiss his cheek.

Lingers too long when he hugs from behind, pressing his clothed dick too close to your ass.

Perv! Felix- 2/10

Gentleman number two.

Cares about your comfort more than anything, so tries keeping how he feels to himself.

Takes care of himself before bed or in the shower, of course, imaging you and your body.

When he's with you, he is just his normal self with slightly more blushing.

And smiling.

He would give you massages and tell you jokes as well as praise you.

He would call you beautiful at least forty times a day.

Loves hugging you from the side, just to feel you pet his head.

Also likes messing with your fingers, noticing they are slightly larger than his.

Loves when you tickle under his chin. He likes being seen as a small kitty when it comes to you.

Rests his head on your lap to hopefully feel the heat from your clothed center.

Also tries to smell between your legs when he's there.

Tries to memorize the scent.

Tries to feed you to see your tongue poke out as you take a bite.

Perv! Seungmin - 8/10

Crazy lad this boy is.

He's significantly taller than you, so he loves standing behind you just to see his shadow against your small frame.

Likes when you look up at him with sparkling eyes.

Boops your nose, watching as you scrunch your face in response.

He likes annoying you to see your mouth open wide as you complain about his actions.

He fights the urge to shove two of his fingers down your throat to shut you up.

He really wants to see you gag on them, tears trailing down your face as you take them.

He breathes heavy when he sees you wearing his sweater, hoping you would keep it on forever.

He grabs at your knees when you sit across from each other, knowing that your ticklish there.

When you get tickled, you let out breathy moans rather than giggles. Not on purpose. It was just your thing.

And he loved it.

At least twice a day he tickles you.

Gets hard at the sounds you make, leaving you suddenly afterwards.

Licks your neck randomly just to hear you call him puppy.

He would kill to be your puppy.

He loves it when you wrap your hands around his neck in a silent threat.

He melts when he hears you say his name.

One time you spit out your gum since it lost it's flavor.

Seungmin grabbed it and popped it into his mouth, loving the taste of you.

Perv! Jeongin - 10/10

Innocent baby that doesn't know how to deal with these feelings.

Tries to explain it but all that comes out are 'uhm' and 'uhh'.

You pet his head in comfort and he whines.

He humps your pillow in your guest room at his apartment.

You question the stains when you visit, making him blush.

Always red around you.

Can't help but brush his skin against you.

Hands everywhere.

Hates hugs unless they are from you.

Tries to grind into your side when you both cuddle. He loves feeling your soft exposed skin when your in your pajamas, making him hard immediately.

Kisses your shoulders randomly.

Drinks after you thinking it's an indirect kiss.

Uses your lip balm for the same reason.

Groans when he sees you in your bathing suit for the first time, hiding under the water in hopes his boner will go away with the cold water.

Dry fucks the stuffy you won him from a claw machine.

He never let you see it again after he stained it with his cum repeatedly.

Barely washes it since it smells like you and cum.

Thinks about wrapping his hand around your throat all day.

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baby-yongbok · 1 year ago

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imfoive · 4 months ago

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⟢ my works are sfw unless stated otherwise. ⟢ interactions, feedback & likes/reblog are greatly appreciated! ⟢ all works somewhat proofread, notify me about any mistakes. ⊹ fic series masterlist ONE-SHOTS ───────────────────────

⟢ Bicycle Bandit ── YANG JEONGIN Genre: College au!, Bad Boy! Jeongin, Opposites-Attract, Fluff Warnings: mentions of drinking, cursing, illegal activities WC: 4k

⟢ Fool, Hopelessly in Love ── LEE MINHO Genre: Brother’s Bestfriend au!, Cop! Minho, Angst, Romance, unrequited love, slow-burn, slightly NSFW (mdni) Warnings: mentions of cheating, drinking, cursing, physical violence WC: 12.7k

⟢ Little Picasso ── BANG CHAN Genre: Dad! Chan, Established Relationship, Fluff, Slice-of-life Warnings: none! (mention of word “sh*t”) WC: 3.8k

⟢ Wished We Never Met ── KIM SEUNGMIN Genre: First Love-Second Chance Romance au!, Friends-to-Lovers, Angst, unrequited love, hint of Fluff Warnings: mentions of death, drinking, cursing WC: 4.8k

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⟢ 2:14 ── BANG CHAN Genre: Established Relationship au!, Fluff Warnings: suggestive WC: 713

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tinytinyblogs · 4 months ago

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Are you defying me, darling?

The more you distance yourself, the closer they might become. Take it slow if you're unsure.

⚠️ yandere theme, unhealthy obsession, and a lot more⚠️

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Han

The words tore out of you, a torrent of pent-up frustration. You screamed at Han, demanding he just leave you alone. The air crackled with the raw emotion, and for a horrifying moment, he did freeze. His eyes, usually holding a gentle warmth, were wide and vacant, a reflection of the shattered world you hadn't meant to create. Here's the thing: Han craved control. He wasn't some villain, not in the traditional sense. He just wanted his perfect world, one where everything unfolded like a meticulously planned story with a happily-ever-after starring you both. But your outburst, that desperate plea for space, had ripped a hole in the tapestry of his delusion. This wasn't part of the script. The unease that had always simmered beneath the surface, a constant low hum whenever things deviated from his ideal, flared into a roaring inferno. He spent the night tossing and turning, the echo of your words carving a canyon in his sanity. He couldn't lose you. He wouldn't. But to keep you, he concluded, the "soft" Han wouldn't suffice. The next day, the man who stood before you was a chilling stranger. The gentle affection in his eyes was replaced by a steely glint.

He wasn't asking anymore. Demands, laced with a terrifying desperation, spilled from his lips. He became a constant, suffocating presence. He wouldn't let you out of his sight, wouldn't tolerate an argument, wouldn't even acknowledge the dawning fear in your eyes. This wasn't the love you craved, it was a twisted obsession, a warped interpretation of your outburst as a sign of weakness, a need for him to become the 'monster' he believed he needed to be to keep you by his side. His voice dropped to a sinister whisper as he stared into your eyes, a predator sizing up its prey. "Look at me, darling," he commanded, the term dripping with mockery. He paused, letting the silence tighten its grip around you. "This whole charade? It's under my control. You have no say in it." His hand reached up, a single finger gently tracing your jawline, sending a jolt of fear through you. "Don't even think about defying me again. Leaving isn't an option. Ever. Get that through that pretty little head of yours. Now." His voice hardened with a barely contained rage. "Because next time, darling, the scream will stay trapped inside."

Felix

He sighed, a sound that seemed to scrape against your nerves. "Look," he started, his voice deceptively calm, "I might have let the first thing slide. Maybe even the second. But this? This is pushing it, love." A thin smile played on his lips, but it never reached his eyes. They remained cold, devoid of the warmth you were used to. Disappointment gnawed at you. You'd always thought him different, the one person you could rely on to be gentle, understanding. Now, faced with his steely gaze and the way he kept inching closer, you realized how wrong you'd been. "Being the good guy all the time," he continued, his voice low and dangerous, "it gets old, doesn't it?" He stopped just a hair's breadth away, towering over you. Your back hit the wall with a thud, the trapped feeling mirroring the growing panic in your chest. "Especially," he leaned in further, his breath hot against your ear, "when the person you're being good for doesn't seem to appreciate it." A single finger grazed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "You made a mistake, love," he murmured, his voice a silken threat. "Let's hope you learn from it."

Looking into his eyes, you saw a storm brewing within. A storm you never knew existed, a monster you never wanted to see unleashed. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the terrifying image before you. You'd never seen him like this – his voice, usually warm and melodic, was a low growl, his hands, normally gentle, were clenched into fists. This wasn't the Felix you knew. This was a stranger, fueled by a rage so potent, it choked the air from the room. The weight of your mistake settled on your shoulders like a physical burden. You hadn't meant to push him, to awaken this monstrous side. But the damage was done. His anger, a white-hot inferno, was directed solely at you. His words, usually laced with playful teasing, became barbed weapons. He lashed out, not physically, but his every utterance felt like a blow, tearing down the foundation of your trust. He paced the room, a caged animal seeking an escape that wasn't there. Each movement seemed to shake the room, each breath a gust of wind that threatened to extinguish the fragile flame of hope flickering within you. The lingering ache of bruises, the sting of dried tears - these were the haunting echoes of a moment you swore to never relieve.

Seungmin

The air crackled with a sudden tension you hadn't anticipated. A single, sharp laugh escaped Seungmin's lips, devoid of any humor. "No," he spat, his voice laced with ice. "Don't even think about it." The playful glint in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a cold fury that sent shivers down your spine. How dare you? You, his darling, to utter such a word – 'leave'? The audacity of it burned in his gaze. Respect was paramount to Seungmin, and your flippant demand was a blatant insult. "Jerk?" he echoed, the word dripping with dangerous venom. "That's a cute term for someone who forgets their place." He took a menacing step closer, his towering frame casting a dark shadow over you. "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness, darling." His voice dipped to a low growl, sending a primal jolt of fear through you. "There are things I can do," he continued, his words slow and deliberate, "things you wouldn't even dare to imagine. And you, my love," he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, "will learn exactly what happens when you disrespect me." A cruel smile played on his lips, a terrifying reminder of the power he held over you. This wasn't the Seungmin you knew, the charming and attentive boyfriend.

This was a predator, baring his fangs, and you were caught firmly in his sights. The playful facade had shattered, revealing a darkness you could only begin to comprehend. Suddenly, he tilted his head, a gesture that sent a fresh wave of panic through you. "Perhaps," he began, his voice low and silken, "a little reminder is in order." He took another step closer, the space between you shrinking with each calculated move. Your back hit the wall with a thud, the trapped feeling mirroring the growing terror in your chest. He reached out, a single finger tracing the delicate skin of your wrist. "Let's see," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine, "how long it takes you to change your tune once you understand the consequences." A sharp sting echoed through the room as his fingernail dug into your flesh, drawing a gasp and a tear. It wasn't the pain, though it was agonizing, that made you flinch. It was the cold emptiness in his eyes, devoid of the love or concern you were used to. This single, calculated act shattered your resistance. Tears streamed down your face, hot and uncontrolled. "Seungmin, please," you choked out, your voice thick with fear and regret. "I didn't mean it, I..." His finger remained in place, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Didn't mean what, darling?" he taunted, tilting his head to listen. "Speak clearly. I wouldn't want any misunderstandings."

Jeongin

Jeongin wasn't known for his temper, but the way his smile stretched a little too wide, a little too manic, sent a jolt of terror through you. You'd never seen him like this – his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now held a glint of chilling obsession. "Obsessed?" he echoed your words, his voice a sickeningly sweet drawl. "Perhaps that's a bit dramatic, wouldn't you say?" He took a menacing step closer, the air around him crackling with a dark energy you'd never felt before. "But let's get one thing straight," he continued, his voice dropping to a low growl. "That little outburst of yours? It wasn't cute. Not. One. Bit." He circled you like a predator stalking its prey, his smile morphing into a grotesque parody of amusement. "You see, darling," he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, "I find your defiance… intriguing. A challenge, even." A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. "You think you can scream at me, tell me what to do? Think again." He straightened, his smile widening as he threw his head back and let out a chilling laugh. The sound echoed through the room, devoid of any warmth or joy, sending shivers down your spine. "This," he gestured around wildly, "isn't ending, sweetheart. This is just the beginning."

Jeongin straightened fully, the manic glint in his eyes replaced by a chilling calmness. His hand dipped into his pocket, emerging with a glint of silver – a small pocket knife, its blade catching the light with a predatory gleam. The playful facade had vanished completely. In its place stood a stranger, a predator with a dangerous glint in his eye. The air grew thick with a suffocating silence, broken only by the shallow rasp of your breath. "Since you seem to have forgotten your place," he said, his voice devoid of emotion, a chilling monotone that sent shivers down your spine, "perhaps a little reminder is in order." He took another deliberate step closer, the knife held loosely in his hand, the tip pointed demonstratively at the floor. You backed away instinctively, the wall stopping your retreat. Jeongin didn't seem fazed. He circled you slowly, the knife a constant, menacing presence. His gaze flickered from your face down to your trembling hands, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You will learn," he continued, his voice low and menacing, "exactly what happens when you defy me." The playful pet names and teasing had been replaced by a cold, calculated cruelty. This wasn't the Jeongin you knew, the playful boy who made you laugh. This was a monster you'd unwittingly unleashed with your harsh words.

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dreamwithlost · 4 months ago

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DESEJO PROIBIDO?

Bangchan x Fem!Reader

Gênero: Friends to lovers, Smut

W.C: 3K 🥵

Avisos: fingering (f), oral (f & m), sexo desprotegido (não siga o exemplo!!!), Channie soft dom, penetração, linguagem imprópria, a pp engoliu umas coisas ai... E não sei mais, mas é isso ai

ᏪNotas: Mais um da saga "fui escrevendo e deu no que deu", mas era impossível com esse enredo não ter um smutzinho!!! KKKKKKK Eu tentei, espero que gostem! 🫣

- E fica aí a pergunta, pegar o ex da amiga é mal caráter? (E se fosse o bangchan?)

Quanto querer transar com o ex da sua amiga lhe transformava em uma pessoa horrível? Nos últimos dias, essa pergunta atormentava sua mente mais do que deveria. Você abaixou a tela do notebook, disfarçando um olhar furtivo para Christopher na cadeira à sua frente. Mordeu o lábio inferior, nervosa, voltando rapidamente ao seu trabalho quando o moreno ousou encará-la. Estava completamente perdida, ainda não acostumada com a presença dele em sua casa, culpa do projeto que precisavam finalizar juntos para a empresa.

Lembrava-se do desespero quando Christopher sugeriu que fossem trabalhar na casa dele, um desespero absurdo para alguém que já havia frequentado o ambiente amigavelmente. Precisou insistir que preferia fazer o trabalho em sua própria residência, escondendo o verdadeiro motivo: sentia-se mais segura debaixo de seu próprio teto, onde seus pensamentos impuros poderiam ser controlados.

— Precisamos rever isso — Murmurou Christopher, fazendo você saltar da cadeira.

— O-o que? — Perguntou, tentando esconder a voz trêmula após pigarrear.

— Esses rascunhos — Explicou, levantando algumas folhas do projeto que estavam encarregados. Em seguida, levantou-se e caminhou em sua direção.

Por algum motivo, seu corpo reagiu antes do cérebro, e você deslizou para o lado, caindo da cadeira e espatifando-se no chão na tentativa de se distanciar do moreno que se aproximava.

Você havia conhecido Christopher no prédio do trabalho, ambos arquitetos ambiciosos que logo se deram bem. Na época, você namorava um completo babaca, que parecia ser o suficiente para você. Decidiu então apresentar o formoso rapaz à sua grande amiga, Hannah, que estava desiludida com o amor. Vocês começaram a sair em casal, sempre bem sincronizados, algo que deu certo durante um tempo. Todavia, quando seu relacionamento terminou, acabou por se tornar o "chaveirinho" do casal por um tempo.

Mas então, Hannah também terminou com "Chris" para viajar e seguir seu sonho na faculdade de moda, longe de Seoul e de qualquer amarra do passado. O moreno não pôde segui-la — e parte de você nem sabia se ele desejava isso. A verdade era que Hannah e Christopher formavam um belo casal, porém eram tão diferentes. Ela era sofisticada e requintada, amante de restaurantes premiados e das últimas tendências de moda. Christopher, por outro lado, adorava jogos de videogames, piqueniques simples no parque e sujar as mãos com grafite enquanto desenhava. Ele se assemelhava muito mais a você, mesmo que você nunca tenha o enxergado em sua vida de forma romanticamente falando, apenas como um bom amigo. Após o término com Hannah, você se afastou do rapaz, apoiando a amiga, mas não por muito tempo, já que vocês trabalhavam juntos tornando quase impossível evitá-lo. E Hannah, por sua vez, havia embarcado para longe.

Meses depois, você começou a olhar Christopher de forma diferente: seu sorriso contagiante, os olhos castanhos gentis, as mãos grandes que poderiam passear tão bem pelo seu corpo, a voz rouca, excitante ao pé do seu ouvido, gemendo seu nome. Como seria ele na cama? Um amante silencioso, não, tinha cara de ser barulhento.

— Meu Deus! — Exclamou Christopher, trazendo você de volta à realidade. Ele envolveu sua cintura com gentileza, ajudando-a a se levantar — O que foi isso?

Você não conseguia olhar nos olhos dele, envergonhada demais.

— Eu senti algo no meu pé — Mentiu, afastando-se rapidamente e apoiando-se na mesa, fingindo olhar embaixo dela para sustentar sua fala — Achei que fosse uma barata e me assustei.

— Você tem que parar de mentir para mim — Christopher parecia ter retirado uma pedra das cordas vocais, dando mais um passo em sua direção — Há quanto tempo somos amigos? Ultimamente você está distraída, mentindo. Pode falar, fiz algo errado?

— O quê? Não, não — Tratou de corrigir o engano, balançando as mãos em frente ao peito — Chris, você não fez nada de errado.

— Mas eu sinto que devo ter feito — O rosto de Christopher demonstrava uma preocupação que partiu seu coração — Sinto muito se te magoei de alguma forma, ou desrespeitei... Foi isso, né? No trabalho? Roubei alguma ideia sua?

— Channie — Chamou pelo apelido carinhoso que recentemente pouco usava, você repousou as mãos nos ombros do rapaz, tentando conter a ansiedade crescente.

Já o havia visto nervoso assim antes, sabia que ele odiava magoar as pessoas e o quanto aquilo podia mexer com sua cabeça até que pudesse verdadeiramente se desculpar. Como poderia um homem assim ter lhe magoado? Era impossível. A única mágoa que possuía era deseja-lo tanto.

— Você não fez absolutamente nada, pelo contrário — Interrompeu a frase, aprisionada pelo olhar intenso dele — Você tem sido incrível comigo, adoro trabalhar com você, você é genial.

— Eu também adoro trabalhar com você, nossas ideias se complementam — Retribuiu a gentileza com um sorriso estonteante.

Suas mãos permaneceram nos ombros de Christopher enquanto o canto de seus labios se ergueram em uma feição de alegria semelhante. O mundo pareceu parar por alguns segundos, e quando suas mãos deslizaram para longe do corpo dele, foi como se uma onda elétrica percorresse seu corpo.

Você sentiu que a mesma sensação caminhou por Christopher quando ele deu mais um passo em sua direção, acabando com a distância respeitável e fazendo-a colar na mesa atrás de você. Uma das mãos dele ergueu-se lentamente, deslizando por sua bochecha; você podia sentir o hálito mentolado quando seus rostos estavam próximos, próximos demais. Precisou de uma força sobre-humana para desviar, abaixando a cabeça e impedindo que o beijo acontecesse.

— Christopher... — Murmurou, retirando a mão do moreno de seu rosto — Nós não podemos fazer isso.

— Por que não? — Ele questionou, entendendo a resposta sem precisar de palavras — Sei que Hannah é sua amiga, mas todos nós somos adultos, todos estamos solteiros, e ela está bem longe daqui.

— Isso parece... Sei lá — Você ponderou, coçando a nuca apreensiva — Mal caráter. Não quero ser uma amiga ruim.

— E por que ser feliz te faria uma amiga ruim? — Ele insistiu — Não é mal caráter ter interesse em alguém. Não é como se estivéssemos fazendo isso naquela época, éramos apenas amigos.

— E agora, Christopher? — Você murmurou, finalmente ousando encará-lo.

— Agora, nos últimos dias, perco a cabeça cada vez que te vejo, para ser sincero.

Você sorriu com a confissão e umedeceu os lábios. Seu coração estava quase saindo pela boca, e apesar do turbilhão de pensamentos que rondavam sua mente, seu corpo não aguentava mais estar tão próximo de Christopher sem beijá-lo até perder o ar.

— Que se foda — Anunciou antes de beija-lo.

Sua mão vagou até a nuca do moreno, puxando-o para um beijo ansiado, seus corpos se conectando como peças de um quebra-cabeça. Você explorou o corpo dele como em seus sonhos, a mão por baixo da camiseta, o beijo sincronizado e acelerado, acalmando-se com o passar dos minutos, tornando-se delicioso. Christopher mordiscou seu lábio inferior, segurando sua cintura e acariciando seu corpo, subindo e descendo com as mãos ansiosas. Ele apertou sua bunda, erguendo-a e incentivando-a a sentar sobre a mesa — em alguma hora — de trabalho. Você ajudou a remover as papeladas que estavam revisando mais cedo de seu caminho e enroscou as pernas na cintura do moreno. Sentiu o membro de Chris com aquele simples toque.

— Tem certeza de que quer isso? — Ele perguntou, olhando-a nos olhos.

— Você não tem noção do quanto — Murmurou em seu ouvido, perdendo a timidez devido ao desejo intenso.

Você beijou o pescoço do rapaz, marcando pequenos chupões perto da gola da camisa, e não pôde se conter quando um arfar rouco escapou dos lábios dele. Suas mãos prontamente retiraram a camisa casual que ele usava, jogando-a para algum lugar do apartamento. Você deslizou pelo abdômen definido, apreciando a visão, e brincou com o cós da calça de moletom, ameaçando adentrar com a mão ali, mas apenas acariciando o pênis por cima do tecido, sentindo-o endurecer.

— Você gosta de brincar, né — Christopher murmurou em seu ouvido, apertando suas coxas. Suas mãos incentivaram-na a deitar-se sobre a mesa, puxando sua legging para longe do corpo.

Você se deleitou enquanto Christopher se inclinava para frente, subindo a camiseta que você usava para trilhar um caminho de beijos da sua barriga até a costura da calcinha, apertando seus seios no processo, deslizando as mãos para o final daquele caminho. Ele brincou por sua virilha, adentrando com um dedo dentro do tecido fino da sua roupa íntima. O moreno escorregou por sua vagina e buscou seu clitóris como se quisesse conhec��-lo, rodeando-o uma vez antes de retirar-se rapidamente, para sua infelicidade.

— Tá tão molhadinha já.

— Isso não é justo — Murmurou manhosa, prendendo-o entre suas pernas e movendo os quadris — Tira sua calça pra mim pelo menos então — Pediu, mordendo um dedo ao soltá-lo, apreciando os movimentos lentos de Christopher, que a encarava enquanto retirava a calça, embora suas mãos estivessem mais afobadas do que suas ações.

Christopher envolveu sua cintura com firmeza, e você se ergueu, buscando aqueles lábios carnudos com uma fome renovada. Suas mãos puxaram as madeixas curtas com urgência, em um desejo incontrolável, antes de guiar uma das mãos dele para suas genitálias novamente. Ele entendeu o movimento devagar que você iniciou, acariciando-a suavemente. Um murmúrio de prazer escapou de seus lábios ao finalmente ser tocada por ele, e tratou de acariciar o membro volumoso de Christopher, vagando por dentro de sua cueca, até ser gentilmente deitada novamente sobre a mesa novamente. Não sabia que ele possuía aquele lado dominador, mas a antecipação do que viria a seguir fazia seu corpo tremer.

Christopher inclinou-se sobre você, seus olhos ardendo com um brilho de desejo incontrolável. Seus dedos começaram a explorar novamente, tocando com uma suavidade que fazia sua pele arrepiar. Ele brincava com seu clitóris, ora circulando, ora pressionando, arrancando pequenos gemidos de seus lábios. Cada toque era uma promessa, cada movimento um prelúdio para algo maior. Ele inseriu dois dedos dentro de você, para sua surpresa, e fora estranho a forma como uma simplesmente mão já podia lhe fazer enlouquecer.

Você arqueava o corpo, buscando mais daquele toque, seus quadris movendo-se instintivamente ao encontro da mão dele. Sentia-se à beira de um abismo, pronta para cair, mas ele sempre parava antes, deixando-a no limite, uma tortura deliciosa.

Então, Christopher se inclinou, substituindo os dedos pela boca. A sensação era avassaladora, a língua dele dançando em seus pontos mais sensíveis, explorando cada centímetro com uma precisão que a deixava ofegante. Ele alternava entre lamber e chupar, aumentando a pressão até você sentir pequenas ondas de prazer percorrendo seu corpo.

— Christopher... — Gemeu, a voz entrecortada pelo desejo e pela frustração de não alcançar o clímax total.

Ele ergueu a cabeça, olhando-a com um sorriso provocador, os olhos brilhando de desejo. Subiu até seu rosto, selando seus lábios novamente, você pode sentir seu próprio gosto por um instante.

Você levantou levemente, e se inclinou de forma confusa, agarrando o cos da cueca do rapaz.

— O quê você quer — Ele murmurou mordiscando o lóbulo de sua orelha, e olhando sua mão abobalhada.

— Tira para mim — Pediu, a voz quase um sussurro.

Christopher se endireitou, tirando a cueca lentamente, revelando seu membro rígido, totalmente excitado. A visão dele assim, vulnerável e desejoso, fez seu corpo reagir imediatamente. Ele se aproximou novamente, a excitação nos olhos dele era inegável, queria vagar por dentro de você, por mais que tentassem se controlar.

— Quero ouvir você dizendo que me quer primeiro — Informou, a voz rouca e carregada de desejo. Seu pênis roçando instintivamente em sua genitalia, louco de vontade.

— Eu te quero — Respondeu sem hesitar, os olhos fixos nos dele, a necessidade evidente em cada palavra.

Ele sorriu, satisfeito, e posicionou-se entre suas pernas. Com um movimento lento e decidido, ele adentrou em você, segurando firmemente em seus quadris para apoiar as estocadas. Um gemido alto escapou de seus lábios, ecoando pela sala. Era real, estava acontecendo, e era tão incrível.

Ele estava em pé, a mesa sustentando seu peso enquanto ele se movia dentro de você. O ritmo que Christopher estabeleceu era ao mesmo tempo gentil e urgente, cada estocada trazendo ondas de prazer. Ele movia-se com uma precisão que parecia calculada, atingindo os pontos exatos que arrancavam de você gemidos cada vez mais altos. O som de seus corpos se chocando preenchia o ambiente, misturado aos suspiros e murmúrios de prazer.

Christopher inclinou-se sobre você, segurando suas pernas abertas mais alto, aumentando a intensidade e profundidade das estocadas. Cada movimento era uma combinação perfeita de força e delicadeza, levando você a sentir o prazer se acumulando e crescendo em cada célula do seu corpo.

Você se ajeitou mais uma vez, se erguendo e ficando sentada na frente do rapaz, suas pernas penduradas para fora da mesa. Desejava encara-lo enquanto transavam, ver cada mínima expressão de satisfação que ele poderia fazer.

— Você é tão apertadinha — Ele murmurou, a voz rouca entre gemidos.

Você levou uma de suas mãos para o pescoço do rapaz e com a outra agarrou a borda da mesa tentando se segurar, seus dedos apertando com força enquanto ele aumentava o ritmo, arranhando suas costas e até mesmo a madeira do movel, se bobeasse. Cada estocada era mais profunda e intensa. Seus corpos se moviam em uma dança perfeita, sincronizados pelo desejo e pela necessidade, você embolou mais uma vez suas pernas em torno daquele corpo musculoso. Sentia-se preenchida de uma maneira que nunca tinha experimentado antes, cada toque, cada movimento, levando-a mais perto do clímax.

— Puta que parou. — Exclamou, perdida nos movimentos, pretendia falar mais, mas as palavras se perderam em um gemido de prazer, fazendo com que sua cabeça inclinasse para trás.

— Isso, assim mesmo — Pediu ele, a voz rouca ao pé do seu ouvido, os lábios roçando sua pele, sua respiração cortada, eufórica.

Seus olhos se fecharam, totalmente submersa na experiência. O mundo parecia desaparecer, restando apenas a sensação avassaladora de tê-lo dentro de você, movendo-se com uma urgência que espelhava a sua.

Cada movimento parecia levar você mais perto do clímax. Os gemidos de Christopher, misturados aos seus, criavam uma sinfonia de prazer que ecoava pela sala. Sentia-se consumida pelo desejo, cada fibra do seu corpo vibrando com a intensidade do momento.

De repente, ele parou de se mover, permanecendo completamente imóvel dentro de você. Seu corpo reclamou a perda do movimento, e você começou a brincar com o quadril, movendo-se lentamente contra ele, buscando mais daquela sensação.

— Por favor, mais — Pediu, a voz trêmula de desejo, e entrelaçou ambas as mãos em seu pescoço, abraçando-o, beijando lentamente o pé de seu ouvido

Ele sorriu, satisfeito com a sua súplica, e voltou a se mover, dessa vez lentamente, bem lentamente, seus quadris acompanharam o ritmo. Ele se inclinou para frente, apoiando-se na mesa enquanto você estava agarrada ele, seu corpo se inclinando juntamente, entao ele aumentou a intensidade e velocidade de seus movimentos. Fez questão de não se soltar dele, gemendo baixo bem ao seu ouvido, contorcendo-se em seu campo de visão. Cada estocada era mais forte, mais profunda, fazendo você ter que se agarrar à mesa para se estabilizar. Seus gemidos aumentavam, ecoando pelo espaço. Ele beijou seu pescoço, seus lábios quentes contra sua pele, seus dedos explorando seu corpo sem restrições.

Quando finalmente você atingiu o ápice, o prazer foi tão intenso que deixou você sem fôlego, estava em êxtase agora, mas sabia que ainda não tinha acabado. Christopher apoiou-se sobre você, ambos ofegantes, corpos entrelaçados. Ele beijou sua testa suavemente, um gesto terno que contrastava com a paixão selvagem que acabavam de compartilhar.

Sentindo-se ainda ofegante e com o corpo formigando de prazer, você se ergueu lentamente, deslizando pelo corpo dele e ficando em pé novamente; pendeu para o lado, ainda mole, mas segurou nos braços do rapaz, mudando de lado e o fazendo ficar encostado na mesa. Beijou seu corpo até ficar ajoelhada diante dele. Seus olhos se encontraram, e você viu o desejo ainda presente nos olhos de Christopher.

— Vai querer que eu goze para você? — O moreno questionou, acariciando suas madeixas enquanto lhe olhava de cima, você não respondeu nada, apenas com um sorriso provocador, levou os lábios ao membro dele, sentindo o gosto salgado de ambos.

Ele gemeu, jogando a cabeça para trás, as mãos cravando nos seus cabelos enquanto você começava a chupá-lo. Seus movimentos eram lentos e decididos, a língua brincando com a ponta antes de descer ao longo do eixo. Cada gemido dele era um incentivo, um sinal de que estava no caminho certo.

— Nossa — Gemeu mais alto do que o esperado — Boa garota.

Você aumentou a intensidade quando sentiu uma de duas mãos em seu cabelo, puxando os fios de forma gostosa, moveu a cabeça com mais velocidade, as mãos envolvendo a base do membro dele, complementando os movimentos da boca. Sentia-o pulsar, sabia que ele estava perto. Com um último movimento profundo, sentiu o corpo dele tremer e, com um gemido profundo, ele se entregou ao prazer, gozando em sua boca.

Levantando-se, você limpou os lábios com um sorriso satisfeito. Christopher olhou para você, os olhos brilhando de admiração e desejo.

— Como vou trabalhar com você agora? Só vou pensar em você me chupando — murmurou ele, ainda recuperando o fôlego.

— Vai ter que aguentar até a próxima vez — respondeu com um sorriso ladino e provocador, envolvendo-o em um abraço apertado. — Sua amiga sempre vai estar com as portas abertas para você.

— Acha que vai se arrepender?

Precisou ponderar um pouco.

— Nem um pouco.

O momento era perfeito, por mais que soubesse que a realidade logo voltaria a bater à porta. Sabia que precisaria enfrentar as consequências de seus atos, mas por enquanto, decidiu aproveitar a sensação de satisfação plena, sem pressa de voltar ao mundo real. Havia descoberto que aquilo fora mais precioso para você do que algumas regras que deveria seguir. Sentia que, após aquele êxtase inestimável, poderia enfrentar qualquer coisa que viesse, nem que fosse os seus pensamentos, afinal, eles seriam substituído por aquela voz rouca no pé do seu ouvido.

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dandelions-143 · 6 months ago

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Chan

Masterlist

Late Night

Three’s Never A Crowd (feat. Seungmin)

Series

Do It For Me (Bad Boy Series)

Do It For Me Part 2 (Bad Boy Series

Do It For Me Part 3 (Bad Boy Series)

Do It For Me Finale (Bad Boy Series)

From Kinktober 2024

Impact Play

Breeding

Double Penetration

Moodboards

Chan

Girls written by Bang Chan

Dating Chan

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #bang chan skz #bang chan x you #bang chan moodboard #bang chan fanfic #stray kids bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bangchan #chan moodboard #chan fluff #chan x reader #chan imagines #Chan Masterlist #bang christopher chan

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starlost-mochi-x · 3 months ago

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the fast lane : masterlist

Pairing: bangchan x reader x felix

Summary: Welcome to the world of underground street racing. Chan is known for his flashy cars and confident attitude. You're new to the racing scene, eager but inexperienced. Felix is known for his sneaky tactics and charming demeanour. What happens when all three of your worlds collide?

Warnings: illegal street racing, skz racer!au, chan and felix (yep that's a warning), more warnings will be added as the series progresses ! also, warnings are issued at the start of each chapter, so make sure to check <3

part one : the bet

part two : the lollipop

part three : porcelain and gold

part four : unexpected contact

part five : white knight and black knight

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kaciidubs · 2 years ago

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G’Morning | Bang Chan x Reader

❣ Summary: A short thing about waking up in the morning to a sleep-dazed Chris, since everyone says how cute he is when he wakes up - and his tornado hair is just adorable to think about. ❣ ❣ Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and implied relationships. ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | She/Her pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as baby and pretty, Chan is referred to as Chris, mention of snoring ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣

The dull sound of vibration dragged her from the calm sea of sleep; a deep breath filling her lungs as the world slowly settled in around her. Eventually it stopped, and she was ready to press the side of her face deeper into her pillow until it happened again - this time, the telltale sound of her morning alarm filling the air.

Groaning, she slid her hand underneath her pillow for the cursed device and blindly swiped across her phone’s screen until the alarm stopped; whether it was snoozed or turned off would be left up to mystery - it had already done its job of waking her up, anyways.

She stretched her legs, a low groan rumbling in her throat before sighing away the tension; finally blinking her eyes open to the darkened room.

It was strange how familiar she was with the tried and true layout of hotel rooms - no matter the franchise or location, the strategic design of a small nightstand beside a decorative corner chair hugging the same wall of a massive window never failed to be a staple showcase.

Her half-awake study was interrupted by an all-too-familiar snore beside her, making a tired smile tug at the corners of her lips.

Turning her head, she was met with the sight of her sleeping boyfriend - fluffy black hair and puffy cheeks being the most of him that peeked out from underneath the white blanket. She tried not to giggle too hard at the wrinkles the pillowcase etched into his left cheek, or the slight remnants of drool at the corner of his parted lips - they were simply the signs of an overdue heavy sleep.

Though, said heavy sleep would have to be interrupted when another loud snore vibrated through him - a side effect of his nasal problem, she learned.

“Baby,” she hummed, shaking his shoulder lightly, “Chris, wake up.”

He let out a low grunt, face scrunching as he fought against the pull of his consciousness, shrinking further underneath the blanket before pulling it just below his nose - cracking one eye open and blinking dazedly at her.

“Morning, baby.” She smiled softly, tucking her arms underneath her pillow to prop her head up.

Pouty lips melted into a smile that mirrored hers, blinking open both eyes with a covered yawn, “G’mornin’ pretty-” The blanket shifted as he stretched, accidentally nudging her with his left arm before rolling onto his side to face her, “-did I wake you up?”

She shook her head, melting at his heavy morning accent while taking in the adorable look of his puffy face, “My alarm did - I woke you up in case you got stuck mid breath - your snores were getting bad. You can go back to sleep if you’re still tired, I just wanted to check on you.”

Chris blinked up at her, and even though he had literally just woken up his eyes glittered with love and adoration that wrote symphonies.

A comfortable silence fell over them as they simply stared at each other, gazing with a softness that would put even the best memory foam mattress to shame.

“I love you.” He murmured, pulling the blanket down just enough for it to settle around his bare shoulders.

“I love you too,” she mirrored, her eyes squinting with humor, “you and your tornado hair.”

Groaning, he dug his face into his pillow, ears turning a light shade of pink, “Stop, I know I look like a mess!”

“No, no, you look like you got into a fight with a hairdryer and lost,” she brought her hand to his hair, letting her fingers run through the unruly strands, “but that doesn’t mean you look bad - it makes you look even cuter, actually.”

He hummed at her words, melting at the sensation of her gentle fingers against his scalp before lifting his head, a relaxed smile on his pink lips. “C’mere.”

It was easy for her to gravitate toward him, watching as he rolled onto his back once more and lifted the covers so that she could scoot her way over to his side; her head finding home on his shoulder as she draped her arm across his stomach and hooked her leg around his own. He wasted no time in tugging her just a bit closer, his right hand tracing non distinct shapes against her forearm as he reveled in the feeling of her warmth mingling with his.

“We’re gonna have to get up soon if we want to make the breakfast call.” Her voice was barely above a murmur, yet she didn’t show any sign of leaving his embrace.

“We can always order room service.”

She snorted out a laugh, peeking up at him through her eyelashes, “I didn’t know you wanted to vacation in Japan for the hotel food.”

“Baby,” he hummed, turning his head slightly to catch her gaze, “as long as I’m with you, I don’t care what the food is.”

Her lips pursed, eyes warm with love, “That was so cheesy.”

“You know you love it though.” Chris smirked before pressing a kiss to her forehead, settling himself back down with closed eyes.

Huffing out a short breath, she laid her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes the same as him. “Sure, but not as much as I love you.”

“Alright, but I love you even more.”

A comforting silence settled around them, not enough to lull them back to sleep, but enough to allow them to enjoy the morning with each other; snuggled up and filled with love.

❣ This was inspired purely based on the fact that Chris looks like he gets into fights in his sleep because his hair gets so wild - and the fact he's like 10% there, 90% still asleep. This man has my heart in the easiest way possible. Also, if anyone has any apps/tips on how to make better formatted picture collages please help a girl out! ❣ ❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣

#bang chan x reader #bangchan x reader #kacii's masterlist #skz fanfic #stray kids scenarios #christopher bang x reader #stray kids x female reader #bang chan x female reader #stray kids fluff #bangchan fluff #skz fluff

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sweatyracoon · 1 month ago

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Pictures you'd take of your best friend! Jeonjin 🦊

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baby-yongbok · 1 year ago

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I loved your handjob fic with bang chan, I thought it was really sweet.

So can I pls request their first time together where reader is all shy and sweet?

I'd love it if there was hand- holding and just adorable words of praise ❤️❤️

I did it! I hope that this is okay! Thanks for your request <3

First Time - Boyfriend!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader - Imagine

Word Count: 2,886

Genre: Smut, The fluffy kind

Warnings under the cut

This piece is kinda like a part two to Free Time. You don't have to read the first one to enjoy this one but it'll be cool if you do <3

✨Masterlist✨

Warnings: Cursing, that should be all of the warnings? So Sorry if I missed any! This is a pretty fluffy piece!

Reader is Called: Baby, Babygirl, Princess

Chan is called: Babe

You knew that the time would come eventually, you just didn’t know when. You and Chan had agreed to take it slow when you first met, you wanted to get to know each other and see how your feelings developed before you got too physical. It’s been 8 months since the two of you started seeing each other and two months since the two of you upgraded from making out and dry humping to handjobs and fingering.

Each time that the two of you were intimate you could feel the longing radiating off of each other. You were damn near desperate to feel the weight of him in your mouth or even experience the bliss of him stretching you. Chan would mention his desire to taste you every now and then, he claimed that licking your arousal off of his fingers just wasn’t enough for him. You both wanted more, you just didn’t know when it would happen. You both decided to leave it up to the universe.

Today wasn’t supposed to be a day off for Chan, it was actually supposed to be tomorrow but there was a mix up with the venue schedule where the boys had a photo shoot scheduled and they were granted time off while it was all figured out. Of course Chan couldn’t complain, who would get upset about an extra day off? You had also gotten the day off due to your job's entire system crashing last night and never going back online. Coincidence?

Despite having the time off you and Chan both still took some time out of the day to work. You spent most of the day in your respective corners typing and editing to your heart's content until you both got hungry. The two of you decided to order out and spend some time together. That’s how you ended up here, watching a movie in your bedroom at 6:13pm. The deep orange of the sunset is shining through your blinds and illuminating the dark space around you. It looked magical and Chan definitely noticed it. He hasn’t even looked at the screen for the past four minutes. He’s too busy admiring the way that the deep orange compliments your skin, and how it brings out the color in your hair so flawlessly. You looked like a celestial being and he couldn’t help but to be drawn into you. He hated that your eyes were still trained on the screen, he wanted you to look at him. He needed you to.

“Baby.” He called to you in a whisper and you replied with a hum, eyes still fixed on the screen. This wasn’t good enough, he needed your full attention. He moves his hand and brings it up to your chin, his pointer finger resting on the underside of your chin and turning your head towards him. He tilted it up a bit so that your eyes would catch his, what he didn’t expect was for the sunlight to illuminate your gaze. Your brown orbs turned to gold right in front of him and his entire body caught on fire at the sight of it. It wasn’t some plain old lust that he was feeling, no, it was an intense longing. A desire to become a part of you and turn your body into gold too.

“Chan?” You blinked up at him, your doe eyes boring into his.

“I want you.” The words left his lips in a whisper, the soft music from your movie adding to the moment. “Is that okay?”

“You want to…” Your sentence trails off as you catch Chan pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. You feel a shiver run down your spine as lust starts to pool in your core. You’ve been more than ready to go all the way with Chan, you were just nervous, you wanted everything to be perfect. But, looking into his eyes right now you can’t imagine a moment more perfect than this.

“Yes, that’s okay.” You whisper back to him as you lean into him.

“Thank god.” Chan closes the distance between the two of you, his soft lips crashing against yours and pulling you into a deep passionate kiss. You sigh into him, moving your body to press against his. His hand sneaks up under your shirt to grip your hip, pulling you closer to him.

You shift your position, straddling him without breaking the kiss. Your hands lace through his soft curls as your lips move in tandem. He lifts his hand higher, raking his nails softly against your skin and leaving Goosebumps in their wake. He breaks the kiss and starts breathlessly kissing down your jaw and neck. He sucked at the sensitive skin, definitely leaving marks behind.

"Chan I wanna taste you." He groans against your skin, your words making his cock twitch against your core.

"I don't think I'll last very long if you do." He plants one more kiss on your neck before pulling away, you climb down his body, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. His bottom lip is back between his teeth as he watches you carefully.

"Let's just feel it, okay? Don't worry about lasting." He nods his head as he lifts his hips, allowing you to peel his sweat pants and boxers down his legs. His hard cock spring up, slapping against his clothed stomach. You marvel at his pink tip, the prominent vein on the underside of his dick making your mouth water. You'll finally get to feel it against your tongue, you press your thighs together in anticipation before looking back up at Chan.

"Ready?"

"Yes, please, I need you." You smile up at him, leaning forward on your knees and licking up the underside of his dick. You both moan at the sensation, his soft skin glides perfectly against your wet tongue.

Chan tilts his head back to rest on the headboard, a deep exhale falling from his parted lips. You lick up his shaft again, sucking his tip into your mouth and bobbing your head. You take more of him inch by inch as you move against him. The weight of him in your mouth and filling your throat makes your clit throb with need. This was more than worth the wait.

"Oh, baby you're so perfect." Chan whispers, lifting his head to look at you. Your watery eyes meet his as you take him farther down your throat. His praise makes you want to make him feel even better.

Chan reaches down towards your hand that's resting on his thigh, covering it with his own and stroking his fingers over the back of your hand.

"Just like that, you're making me feel so fucking good." You hum in response and Chan's brows pinch together at the sensation. "I love how deep you're taking me. Fuck, babygirl."

You take that as a prompt to take him deeper, a tear rolls down your cheek and you nearly choke around him but the deep groan that leaves him makes it worth it.

"Oh, baby" You lift up, a string of spit connecting you to his throbbing length. A breathy chuckle leaves your lips and Chan smiles at you.

"You taste so good, you're so big in my mouth." Chan's cock jumps and you chuckle in response. Just as you're about to go back down on him he sits up a bit, stopping you before you can take him in your mouth completely.

"I don't want to cum yet and I won't last another second with that pretty mouth on me." You sit up on your knees smiling at him. "It's my turn now."

With a wide playful grin Chan grabs your wrists, pulling you forward and swiftly switching spots with you. He holds your waist, pulling you flat onto your back. You both laugh as he situates you, brushing his fingertips over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and the back of your knees. Your laughs quickly turn into gaspy moans as the sensations cause shivers to rush over you. Your nipples harden as your anticipation builds.

"I've been waiting to taste you for so long, princess." He tugs at your shorts, nearly ripping them off of you like a kid opening gifts on Christmas. You giggle at his hasty behavior.

"Oh really? I couldn't tell." Chan rolls his eyes playfully but his expression quickly changes to one of lust when his eyes land on your naked core. The evening light makes your skin glow and your arousal glistens in its presence.

"Ready, baby?"

"So ready, love." He smiles against your inner thigh as he kisses his way up to your heat. He licks up the sensitive flesh, moaning at the feel of you against his tongue. His eyes flutter shut as he savors the taste of you.

Your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your pussy again, circling his tongue around your clit before going back down to your entrance. A deep moan erupts from your throat, your eyes squeeze shut and your back slightly arched off of the mattress. He's only just started but he feels like heaven against you. He always told you that he believes he's pretty good at eating pussy but you didn't know that it would feel like this.

"Oh my god." One of your hands reach down to tangle in his hair just as one of his reach up to intertwine with your free one. You hold his hand, squeezing a bit as the pleasure builds.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue and moaning against you sending delicious vibrations through you.

"Oh, yes, please don't stop. You're so good baby, you're perfect." He trails his tongue down to your entrance, slipping it inside and fucking you with it. A loud whine escapes you as you circle your hips against his face, covering his chin and cheeks in your arousal.

"Will you suck my clit please, and put two fingers inside."

"Of course, princess." He does as you asked, latching onto your clit again and bringing his free hand over to your entrance. He teases you a bit before pushing his middle and pointer finger inside. He fills you up to the second knuckle, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot.

"Oh fuck Chan, Yes just like that." He shakes his head against you, giving you a new sensation against your clit. You squeeze his hand, trying your best to reassure him that you're feeling good but with the way you're reacting you're pretty sure he can tell.

He swirls his tongue around your clit one more time and you barely have a second to warn him before you're coming undone. Your walls clench around his fingers as they try to move inside of you. Your back arches off of the mattress and your eyes squeeze shut as you moan his name with a string of curses. He pulls away from your clit, fingering you through your high just how you like it.

"That's right, cum for me, babygirl. You sound so pretty, taste so good." Chan kisses the inside of your shaking thigh until you come down from the intense pleasure. He pulls his fingers out of you. Sucking your arousal off and moaning at the taste.

"You are everything that I dreamed you would be and more." You smile at his words, eyes still closed as you try to regulate your breathing.

"Wait until you feel me."

"Oh fuck, I can't wait to feel you." Chan climbs up your body, lifting your shirt along the way so that he could pull it off once he got to the top. Once your shirt is off he pulls his off, leaving you both naked in front of each other. For each other.

"I know exactly what position I want, baby. Trust me?" You open your eyes, finding Chan's excited ones and nod. You'd trust him with your life so something as small as a sex position is more than doable. "Turn on your side, okay? Face the window."

You do as he asked, turning on your side and jumping a bit as your thighs close. The pressure on your sensitive bud sends chills up your spine. Chan lays behind you on his side. He snakes one arm under your side, pulling your back against his chest and holding you tight. His other hand grips his cock, positioning it at your entrance. He looks down at you, beautiful doe eyes shining like gold in the deep orange sun. His heart skips a beat. You look so beautiful, you sound even better and at this moment he can't believe how lucky he is to be with you. To have access to you in such a vulnerable way. He leans down, peppering kisses on your cheek, making you giggle.

"Can I tell you something, baby?" Chan whispers against your cheek and you nod, turning your head to meet his eyes. Suddenly he pushes in, sinking into your dripping heat slowly. Your mouth opens in a silent scream and your eyes widen as they stare into his. He wants to close his eyes but he doesn't dare break eye contact, a deep groan leaves his lips as he leans down to kiss you deeply. He pulls away once he bottoms out and his eyes meet yours again.

"I love you so much." He whispers as he pulls his hips back, thrusting into you slowly and passionately. His arms wrap around you. Hugging you into his chest as he moves in and out of you at a steady pace. Only speeding up a bit once he's adjusted to your tight walls.

"I love you too, so so much, Chan." Your words leave your mouth in a moan. Your head rests against his shoulder and his rests in the crook of your neck, leaving light kisses in between moans and groans.

"I feel so good when I'm with you" Chan whispers into your ear, kissing the lobe softly. You moan at his words, you can feel the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter. Suddenly he speeds up a bit, circling his hips into you and fucking you deeper.

"Oh my god, you feel so good. You're so big." Chan groans and you can feel his cock twitch inside of you. He bucks his hips into you, reaching impossibility deep as he sucks on the sensitive skin of your neck. Usually it takes more, it always has. You've always needed to touch your clit to cum, but Chan has proven that to be false.

You feel yourself slip into a pool of pleasure as you start to come undone. You choke on your words as you try to warn him but the fluttering of your walls tells him everything that he needs to know. He grunts, squeezing his eyes shut as his own release creeps up on him.

"Oh fuck, where can I cum. I'm so close." You blink your eyes open slowly, your body still shaking lightly as he stretches you open.

"Inside, please, wanna feel you."

"Oh my god." Chan tilts his head back as his rhythm falters. You already felt like heaven and now you were telling him that he could finish inside of you? It's the literal icing on a perfect cake for him.

"I'm gonna - oh fuck." He thrusts into you slow and deep as ropes of sticky cum fill your dripping cunt. You both moan at the sensation, seeing stars and floating through space together as you step out of your cloud of bliss. You squeeze his hand that is holding onto you, tight and secure.

"Baby?" You call him and he hums, eyes still shut and his chest rises and falls quickly against your back. "Come back to me."

You both giggle a bit and he slowly opens his eyes. "Oh my gosh."

He looks down at you, meeting your bright eyes and smiling.

"Hey." He chuckles, pecking your nose lightly.

"Hey." You chuckle back cuddling into his chest.

"I should, uh, pull out." You shake your head, clenching around him and pulling a groan from him. He's still hard by some miracle and it feels so good to finally feel him complete you.

"Let's just stay like this for a second, yeah?" Chan stares down at you with bright eyes filled with love, he nods, settling into the mattress and laying down behind you. His fingers run over your stomach slowly as if he were strumming a guitar. The soft touch makes you feel safe and grounded.

"Sure, baby." He exhales against you softly, kissing your shoulder "Was it everything you expected?"

"So much more than I expected, so perfect. You're so perfect." Chan smiles against your skin, leaving another soft kiss.

"It's you that's perfect." You both lie there in silence as the sun finally sets and the soft darkness swallows you both. You hear soft music playing and you both look up towards the end of your bed at the credits for the movie you were watching.

"I wonder if that was a good movie." You ask with a laugh and Chan shrugs pulling you closer.

"Even if it was, this movie was so much better."

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storytowrite · 8 months ago

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Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 23

Paring: BangChan x Y/N

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, blowjob, overstimulation

Word Count: 3873

Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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Your parents' text messages were becoming more and more persistent. It was getting harder and harder for you to hide it from the boys. It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to keep your emotions in check. You often locked yourself in your room, covered yourself with a blanket and cried. You felt powerless, you were afraid that you would have to go back to the people who hurt you so much.

And today was just such a day when you felt particularly shitty. Tonight was sleepless and hard. There was a huge confusion in your mind, your parents' messages showed that they were getting closer to finding you. You didn't know who to turn to. Contact with Sebastian seemed too risky since your parents could control him. But you also didn't want to bother any of the boys. After all, they had enough of their own problems.

You looked lazily at your phone, it was 2 p.m. You decided it was the right time to finally get out of bed and leave the room where you had been staying for several days. You put on some stretched out sweatpants and tied your hair in a messy bun. You didn't pay attention to your appearance at all, you didn't care if you looked beautiful or like a total bum.

You reluctantly left the room, blinded by the bright light that wasn't in your room. Squinting slightly, you headed towards the kitchen to eat whatever you could find in the fridge. All the time you were locked in your room, you weren't eating well, in fact, you could almost say you weren't eating at all.

You were only one thing away from starving yourself because Minho brought you home-cooked meals every day. The boy must have guessed that something was wrong, because often when you didn't open the door for him, he left food at your door, with a note attached with some nice words written on it.

Stretching, you crossed the threshold of the living room, but stopped mid-step to look around the room. Surprise was evident on your face as your eyes fell on the walls decorated with colorful garlands and balloons, and the table groaning under the weight of gifts caught your attention.

You were confused and started to wonder what was happening and who this celebration was organized for. You repeated all the boys' birthdays in your head, but none of them had even close birthdays. Unless you couldn't keep track of time and got the dates wrong. However, before you could comprehend the situation, a group of your close friends entered the living room.

"Surprise!" They shouted at the same time, causing surprise to appear on your face.

The boys smiled brightly as they stood in front of you, ready to wish you a happy birthday.

As the initial shock left your body, you felt your entire body warm up from the warmth of their gesture.

"I completely forgot it was my birthday today!" You laughed lightly, still unable to believe what the boys had prepared. "Thank you very much. It makes my day.”

"No problem, Y/n! We're here to support you and make you feel special!" Chan smiled, coming to hug you.

“We will do everything to make you feel special every day. “ Minho placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

Their words brought tears to your eyes. You were touched by their kind gesture, but you were also sad that you distanced yourself from them so much and they would steal the moon for you.

"We have prepared something special for you." Changbin added, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

At this time, Felix entered the room, holding a huge handmade cake. This made you completely fall apart. You made a wish “ That this moment would last forever and that you would never have to leave them.” And you blew out the candle.

You lived this beautiful moment, you were happy to have them next to you. The boys were racing to give you gifts you never dreamed of having. You got a big teddy bear, beautiful perfume and much more. Finally, it was Hyunjin's turn, and he was the only one waiting calmly for his turn.

He brought you a beautifully packaged, quite large but narrow gift. You had absolutely no idea what it was. You carefully tore the decorative paper and saw a hand-painted picture of all 9 of you. Tears flooded your eyes again, you didn't know what to say, you were touched. You simply snuggled tightly into Hyunjin's chest, who hugged you back and gently rubbed your back, assuring you that your emotions were normal.

“I really don't know what to say. I love you guys. I love you so much. I'm sorry I've been acting like this lately, but my parents are getting me down. “ The smile on the boys' faces quickly turned into consternation. After all, you didn't tell them anything about the increasingly frequent threatening messages from your parents.

“Y/n, you can always tell us if something is bothering you. You know we will always listen to you and try our best to help you.” Han said, sitting down next to you and wrapping his arms around you.

You looked at all the boys who were waiting for your answer. You took a deep breath to collect your thoughts and began to speak.

“My parents started texting me more and more often, threatening to find me and force me to marry the guy who molested me at one of their parties. They chose him only because he is the son of an influential businessman who can strengthen their position on the market. Recently their messages have become more and more detailed and it seems to me that they are already close to finding me. I'm afraid they'll take me away from here and I'll never see you again." Just at the mention of your parents, you started shaking.

Han and Minho immediately hugged you, trying to calm you down. Of course, their touch, their warmth helped and I felt unpleasant shivers.

“You don't have to worry Y/n, we won't let anyone take you from us. Hyunjin assured you, gently circling your hand with his finger.

You looked around the room, seeing all the boys standing close to you, assuring you that everything would be okay, it made your body fill with peace and warmth. You trusted them, you trusted that they would do everything to make you feel good, like the most important person in the world. You were theirs and they were yours.

Your mood improved slightly and you decided that there was no point in wasting time and that you should celebrate.

“Let's celebrate! “ You screamed, and all eight of them followed you.

The next thing you could hear were cheers and the sounds of opening bottles and cans full of various alcohols echoing around the room. You had a great time listening to great music. The time for drinking new drinks made by Hyunjin was interrupted by dancing with each of the boys.

After a few drinks and you don't know how long, you danced with everyone except Chan, who was sitting on the couch watching you all. The boy was by far the most sober person in the entire house and he was having a great time watching his friends behave after drinking too much alcohol.

You had to admit that it must have looked funny when everyone was tripping over their feet, falling and rolling on the ground laughing. You felt like you were about halfway there when it came to your level of intoxication. The clear winner was Han, who was close to dying, but Minho was already taking care of him to prevent that from happening.

You took a few sips of another drink and felt a great need to dance with someone. You looked around the room and everyone seemed to be busy. Minho was keeping an eye on Han, Changbin was practicing with Felix, and Hyunjin was preparing more drinks for Jeongin and Seungmin. The only person who was doing nothing was Chan, who was sitting in the men's spread, leaning against the backrest, one hand between his legs. His posture exuded confidence.

He looked hot and you swore he had been staring at you for a long time. His gaze was deep and full of mystery, radiating sensuality, like the flames of a fire in the dark. His lips were slightly parted, revealing the spark of unbridled lust that danced in his eyes. His breathing was almost palpable, and every movement of his muscles focused your attention on him. He looked at you as if he wanted to dive into the ocean of your existence.

You took a few steps towards him, keeping your eyes on him and started dancing. It wasn't a very difficult dance, you focused more on sensuality than skill. You squirmed to the rhythm of the music, gently pulling up your shirt every now and then, exposing your belly.

Chan wasn't reacting the way you wanted him to, he was just looking at you, so you decided to get closer. Your movements were bold, full of sex appeal. You stood between his legs, turned your back to him and leaned up, exposing your round buttocks. You felt his hands on your thighs, moving slowly upwards. And after a while, your buttock burned from the boy's strong slap.

You turned to him, a slight smirk on his face. He licked his lips slowly, grabbing the back of your legs and pulling you towards him so that you were now straddling his lap. Chan squeezed your buttocks and you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music.

You were about to press a kiss to his plump, full lips when you felt the cold, sticky drink spread over your body. You jumped away from Chan and saw Han lying on the ground with an empty glass in his hand. Minho was already standing near him and trying to pick him up, apologizing to you at the same time.

You weren't mad at your friend, you even laughed when you noticed how bad his condition was. You wiped your face from the drops of drink running down your cheeks. You looked down at yourself and realized that you needed to take a bath, and quickly, before your hair got unresolvable tangles.

You went to your room, grabbed your towel and went to the bathroom. You took off your soaking wet clothes and stepped into the shower. Water flowed from the ceiling shower, creating a cascade of pearl drops that resounded melodiously in harmony with the gentle noise. Steam filled the bathroom, enveloping you in a mist of humidity, creating an intimate atmosphere.

You sank into yours, standing under the stream of warm water that enveloped you like a soothing touch. Your skin reacted to the heat, and you squinted slightly as the drops flowed down your body like pearls on velvet fabric. This pleasant feeling brought to mind the situation from a moment ago.

Thinking about Chan, you started caressing your body. Your hands glided over your skin and you melted into the pleasant massage that dissipated the tension and made you feel relaxed. You imagined that every movement of your hands was replaced by Chan's, as if he was standing with you in the shower and caressing your body.

You were starting to get aroused, heat filling every inch of your body. You slowly rubbed your thighs together, trying to satisfy your needs in any way possible. You placed two fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. Every now and then you sucked on one of them, you really wanted your fingers to be something else, but for now it had to be enough.

You moved your saliva-moistened fingers to your crotch. You painted in circular motions on your clit. Your mouth involuntarily opened in pleasure, letting out a soft moan. You grabbed your breast with your other hand and slowly started caressing it. A wave of pleasure spreads through your body. It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to take a full breath, and the drops of water hitting the ground drowned out your moans.

Your imagination began to work even better, behind your closed eyes you knew Chan was touching you where you liked it best. Drops of water replaced his lips as they glided over your body, leaving wet marks made with his tongue.

“Agh…Chan…Yes…that's right…” You couldn't hold back your words.

Suddenly you heard loud clapping. Your eyes immediately opened, moving towards the sound. Chan was standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the wall and shaking his head slightly. As usual, he had that smirk on his face.

“ Oh well, someone's having fun here. “He went inside and closed the door behind him.

His voice was calm, slightly throaty, pleasantly teasing to your ears. You were shocked and quickly stopped doing what you were just doing. You got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. The boy immediately pinned you to the wall, lifting your arms up. The quick movement caused your towel to slide to the ground.

You stood completely naked in front of him, his thigh between your legs, pressing against your still sensitive pussy. His body was close enough to you that you could feel the warmth radiating from it. The boy leaned towards you, closing the distance between you even more.

“Let me show you what a real pleasure is, baby girl.” He whispered into your ear, pressing even harder against your crotch.

His movement made you bite your lip, holding back the release of the moan that was hiding just beyond your lips. As soon as he loosened his grip, your hands fell limply to his shoulders. Your fingers dug into his neck as his full lips placed their first kiss on your neck.

You felt every move he made, every breath he took, with double the force. Your body was very sensitive to everything he did. You closed your eyes, completely surrendering to his touch. You drown in his kisses, which lightly tickle your neck. Chan knew exactly what to do to give you as much pleasure as possible.

His lips traveled all over your neck, leaving wet marks in their wake. Every now and then he would lightly suck on your neck and your body would respond with a beautiful arch, allowing him even better access. They don't want to let you rest for a moment, the boy ran his tongue along your collarbones, lightly biting your skin.

You dug your fingers into his skin even harder, to the point that your fingertips turned white. You couldn't hold back your moans any longer as his hands cupped the underside of your breasts, lifting them slightly. Before you knew it, his mouth was around your nipple, sucking on it. Moments later, Chan added his tongue, rubbing small circles around your hard nipple.

“Agh…Channie…” It fell from your lips, causing a smile to appear on Chan's face, but he didn't stop playing with your breasts. His tongue swirled nimbly between one nipple and the other, biting them from time to time.

While he was giving you an enormous amount of pleasure, you didn't want to be left indebted to him, so you slid one hand down his body, grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and in one swift movement, took it off him. The boy was now standing topless in front of you, and even though it wasn't the first time you had seen him without a shirt, you were always amazed by the sight of his well-built body.

The other hand went to his already swollen crotch. You moved it around, adapting to the rhythm Chan gave you with his tongue. The atmosphere in the bathroom was getting hotter and the air was getting thicker, making it difficult for you to breathe.

Finally, Chan stopped playing with your breasts and in a fluid movement he sat you down on the counter next to the sink. He moved between your legs, cupping your buttocks in his hands and planted a luscious kiss on your lips. Your tongues fought against each other in a romantic dance, your saliva mixing together in thin threads as you broke apart for a moment to breathe.

You felt that you wouldn't last long until Chan filled you from the inside, so you slightly pushed him away from you, knelt right in front of him and took off his pants and panties. The boy knew exactly what you were planning, he inserted his fingers between your hair and gripped it hard.

Without further ado, you took his cock into your mouth and deepthroated him. Tiny drops of tears formed in your eyes as Chan pushed his cock even harder down your throat. But you didn't move away, you just looked at him from below and started moving your head. Chan towered over you, looking at you with great desire, but at the same time carefully making sure he didn't overdo his movements.

His cock grew even bigger in your mouth, revealing his thick veins. Your legs were already starting to shake. You couldn't hold in any longer the arousal that was inside you. Your juices flowed out of you, more and more.

Chan lifted you off his lap, bending you down and resting you against the bathroom counter. You were facing the mirror and you were leaning towards it. Your breasts were pressed against the cold stone. The boy spread your legs, immediately placing the first, not too hard, slap on your buttock.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, but you liked it. A moment later you felt Chan guide his fully erect cock towards your hole. You couldn't wait for him to fill you, for him to start fucking you. You were ready to fulfill every one of his deepest fantasies.

Chan immediately pushed his full length into you and waited for you to get used to his size. Only when he was sure everything was okay did he start moving. His movements were strong and confident, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. Your legs went slightly weak under you, but Chan quickly caught you and supported you so that you wouldn't run away from him.

The force of Chan's movements was so strong that you placed your hand on the mirror to give yourself better support. You were now looking directly at your reflection and seeing what you looked like when Chan was fucking you from behind.

Your earlier play had brought you close to your climax, and now you didn't have to wait long for a wave of pleasure to wash over your body. The orgasm was very strong, your whole body was shaking and you were glad that Chan was holding you because you would definitely fall.

The boy didn't stop moving his hips the whole time, maintaining the same rhythm. When you reached the end of your fulfillment, you felt another slap, this time harder, on your buttock. Your bottom stung and the raspberry red imprint of his hand appeared on it.

“I'll make you scream my name.” Chan's voice resonated in your ears, but you didn't fully understand what he said because the post-orgasmic emotions hadn't left you yet.

“Chan more, more please.” Was all you could say as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

You lowered your head, but the boy grabbed your hair and pulled you up so you could see what he was doing to you.

“Look how you look while I'm fucking you. Watch you act like a whore, demanding more.” His movements became even more aggressive.

A few movements and your body experienced a pleasant feeling again. Your pussy throbbed and the feeling became almost unbearable. Two such intense orgasms in a matter of minutes exhausted you, but Chan had no intention of stopping.

“Chan I…I can't take it anymore.” Your voice was shaky and very quiet.

“Hold on for me just a little longer, baby girl.” He placed a few kisses along your spine and continued in the same rhythm again.

He gripped your hips even tighter, digging his fingers into your skin. His movements were strong, and he moved you to double the force of his blows to your sweet spot. After two powerful orgasms, you were overstimulated and your eyes were glazed over with tears gathering in them.

You don't know how long it took until you felt the pleasure approaching again, but for you it felt like an eternity. And your mirror image showed it perfectly. You were all wet, your hair was sticking to your forehead, your eyes were red and your body felt like jelly.

"Chhan! Agh! Chan! I can't handle it anymore. I can't stand it.” You shouted without lowering your voice at all.

“Just a moment. You can do it." His voice was airy and heavy, as if he was approaching fulfillment himself.

“Agh…Chan!!!” You couldn't take it any longer and a third orgasm took over your body.

Your walls tightened around Chan's cock as it began to throb inside you.

“Ugh…You're tightening on me. It feels so good.” The boy sped up his movements and a moment later you felt warm sperm shooting inside you.

Your legs were shaking mercilessly and felt like cotton. You dropped your body onto the cold countertop and were glad that Chan was holding you, because you would have been on the ground a long time ago. When he finished cumming inside you, he pulled out of you and placed a sweet kiss on your ass where his handprint was.

While you were recovering on the bathroom counter, Chan ran a bath for you. Once the water filled the tub, he lifted you up like a princess and gently placed you in, then sat down right behind you and wrapped his arms around you tenderly.

“Happy birthday Y/n. You did well.” He said, pulling you closer to him and placing a small kiss on your shoulder.

Your cheeks flushed and you don't know why you felt embarrassed.

“Thank you Chan.” You rested your head on his shoulder and snuggled in as much as you could.

You spent some time in the water, your fingers started to wrinkle and the water slowly became cold but you felt blissful. You immersed yourself in the moment, your moment together.

“Y/n.” You turned to face Chan. “Back to what you told us. You have nothing to worry about, we won't let you be taken away, you have nothing to worry about. You belong to us and your place is here, with us. We all love you and we won't give it up for anything in the world.” His words made you emotional and you placed a kiss on his lips.

Suddenly you heard a bang coming from behind the door and then you remembered that there were 7 very drunk guys in the living room. You quickly got out of the bathtub, got dressed and went to take care of the revolution that was taking place in the living room.

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onlyforyoukook · 2 months ago

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SKZ M.LIST

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

🍬 - smut

🌷 - fluff

❤️‍🩹 - angst

📱 - smau

🖊️ - drabble

🧛‍♀️ - one shot

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

bangchan - coming soon

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

lee minho - coming soon

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

seo changbin - coming soon

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

hwang hyunjin - silent chains ❤️‍🩹,🧛‍♀️

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

han jisung - into the shadows 🧛‍♀️

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

lee felix - silent chains ❤️‍🩹,🧛‍♀️

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

kim seungmin - coming soon

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

kim jeongin - coming soon

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

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eliluvschan · 8 months ago

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EliLuvsChan's navi thingie ↓

Eli ❀ 20 ❀ she/her ❀ istp ❀ chan biased…

[when i tell y'all i'm this 🤏🏻 close to switch my bias to lee know. that man is wrecking me so bad it's insaneeee]

My content ↓

started: 10/25/23

last update: 07/15/2024

total works: 21

a/n: mostly fluff :) i don't write smut and mainly, have fun reading my work 🤍

bang chan

imagines

cutexting :)

blame it on the mistletoe

new girl

new year's resolution?

guess the girl :)

cuddles & hoodies

moonlit strolls

shadow selfies

my eternity

tutor

boyfriend does my makeup :)

channie's room

text messages

text messages w ur boyfriend pt 1.

text messages w ur boyfriend pt 2.

text messages w ur boyfriend pt 3.

text messages w ur best friend pt 1.

lee know

imagines

tiktok famous

sick boyfie

polaroid memories

coffee spill

text messages

coming soon...

changbin

imagines

coming soon...

text messages

coming soon...

hyunjin

imagines

coming soon...

text messages

coming soon...

han

imagines

coming soon...

text messages

coming soon...

felix

imagines

coming soon...

text messages

coming soon...

seungmin

imagines

coming soon...

text messages

coming soon...

i.n.

imagines

coming soon...

text messages

coming soon...

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #christopher bang #skz fluff #fluff #masterlist

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stayteezdreams · 2 years ago

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Stray Kids Masterlist

*Everything is gn!reader insert unless stated otherwise

If you notice any missing or incorrect links, please let me know~

OT8 *content that contains content for multiple members in one post

Fake Texts:

↦ Contact Name/Texts - Hyung Line (crack/fun) ↳ Contact Name/Texts - Maknae Line (crack/fun)

↦ Accidental Confession - Hyung Line (cute/fluff) ↳ Accidental Confession - Maknae Line (cute/fluff)

Headcanons/Scenarios:

↦ First Dates - Hyung Line (cute/fluff) ↳ First Dates - Maknae Line (cute/fluff)

↦ Stray Kids x Petnames (x reader/fluff)

↦ Monster!Stray Kids Hurt/Comfort (x reader)

↦ BF!Skz and their favorite habits of yours (cute)

↦ Finding you asleep in their bed - Hyung Line (fluff/cute) ↦ Finding you asleep in their bed - Maknae Line (fluff/cute)

Fics/Onehots:

↦ Meet-Cute Series (masterlist/completed)

Christopher Bang Chan

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Mans Chan's Best Friend: Part One' (fluff/meet-cute) ↳ 'Man's Chan's Best Friend: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'Trick or Treat' (cute/angst/fluff)

↦ 'Spoiled With Love' (fluff/cute/readers birthday)

↦ 'A Winter Date' (fluff/cute)

Fake Texts:

↦ 'Surprising Chris for his birthday' (cute/fake texts)

Minho | Lee Know

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Good Luck Charm: Part One' (fluff/meet-cute) ↳ 'Good Luck Charm: Part Two' (cute)

Seo Changbin

Headcanons:

↦ Morning Routines x Changbin (x reader/fluff/cute)

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Three Is Fate: Part One' (cute/meet-cute) ↳ 'Three is Fate: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'Scaredy Cat' (fun/fluff)

↦ 'Snowball Fight' (fun/crack/drabble)

Drabbles:

↦ 'Forever' (romantic)

Hwang Hyunjin

Oneshots/Fics

↦ 'By Chance or Fate: Part One' (meet-cute) ↳ 'By Chance or Fate: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'ice.cream' (song fic/pov/angst)

↦ 'Sick!whump/Comfort' (fluff/comfort/sick!hyunjin)

Han Jisung

Fake Texts:

↦ Texts with Boyfriend Han (crack)

↦ 'Celebrating Han's birthday when he's on tour' (fake texts/fluff)

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'My Kind of Fun: Part One' (cute/fluff/meet-cute) ↳ 'My Kind of Fun: Part Two' (fluff/cute)

↦ 'Oops?' (crack/fluff)

↦ 'Corn Maze' (fun/gen/spooky)

↦ 'Dark Roads and First Dates' (fun/cute/halloween)

Lee Felix

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Midnight Cravings: Part One' (meet-cute/fluff) ↳ 'Midnight Cravings: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'A Kiss For Christmas' (cute/fluff)

Fake Texts:

↦ 'Surprising Felix for his birthday' (fake texts/cute)

Kim Seungmin

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Lost and Found: Part One' (meet-cute) ↳ 'Lost and Found: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'Jumpscare' (fun/crack)

↦ 'More Or Less Than Friends' (cute/fluff/kind of slow-burn)

↦ '7 Minutes in Hell' (fun/cute/halloween)

Fake Texts:

↦ 'Celebrating Seungmins birthday while he's on tour' (fake texts/cute)

Yang Jeongin (I.N)

Fics/Oneshots:

↦ 'Pay Me Back: Part One' (cute/meet cute) ↳ 'Pay Me Back: Part Two' (cute/fluff)

↦ 'Snow Day' (fluff/friends to lovers)

Drabbles:

↦ 'Rest' (cute/fluff)

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tinytinyblogs · 14 days ago

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At Your Lowest

In the darkness, he comes to bring light, and you are not alone.

This story was inspired by this quote image I found on Pinterest.

(1,7k words)

💬Thank you for sharing and for this request. I dedicate this story to you and everyone who needs it. To my amazing people out there, consider this a warm hug sent your way.

Stray Kids Masterlist

Your insights and reactions make these posts come alive. Love reblogs, comments, and all the good vibes welcome ✨

At your lowest, you realize how much you miss the warmth and comfort of those around you. The absence of their presence only amplifies the heaviness weighing on your heart, making everything seem unbearably difficult. Nothing feels right anymore, and it’s as if the world has fractured into a million pieces, leaving you feeling broken and lost. Sitting alone in the dim light of your bedroom, the shadows seem to close in around you. Tears cascade down your cheeks, falling uncontrollably despite your desperate attempts to hold them back. Sorrow has wrapped itself around you like an oppressive shroud, leaving you feeling isolated and trapped in your own thoughts. Everything around you is a chaotic mess, mirroring the turmoil inside your mind. Your thoughts race, a swirling storm of worries and regrets, and you struggle to find clarity. It feels impossible to think straight, each worry tugging at you like a relentless tide, pushing you further into despair. You don't even know where to begin to untangle the web of emotions that entrap you or how to find a way to stop the tears that keep flowing, each drop a reminder of your pain and loneliness.

At your lowest, you realize it’s not just about the sorrow; there’s a flicker of light cutting through the darkness, a glimmer of hope that arrives in the form of someone you deeply admire. You look up, and there he is—Chan—standing in the doorway. The moment your eyes meet, you can see the concern etched across his face, the way his brow furrows slightly as if he can sense the weight of your pain. It seems he must have been running, perhaps hurrying to your side after sensing that something was wrong. You’re not entirely sure how he knew you were crying or that you weren’t in the best state, but somehow, it doesn’t matter. This is Chan—always instinctively in tune with those around him, always there when you need him most. His presence fills the room, cutting through the heaviness that has engulfed you. As he steps closer, you can feel a warmth radiating from him, an unspoken reassurance that begins to mend the cracks in your heart, if only just a little. There’s something comforting about knowing he cares enough to rush over, and in that moment, the despair that weighed you down starts to lift ever so slightly.

At your lowest, you realize there’s still a flicker of hope shining through, taking form in the person who makes everything feel just a little bit brighter. Chan’s presence alone has the power to lift your spirits and offer solace in the midst of your despair. As he walks closer, the soft click of the door closing behind him seems to signal a shift in the atmosphere—a shift towards something warmer, something safe. He settles down in front of you, his movements gentle and deliberate, and you can see the concern etched across his features. With a tender touch, he uses his thumb to wipe away the tears that continue to fall, his eyes filled with an understanding that makes your heart ache in the best way possible. "Hey love," he says softly, his voice low and soothing, "you know how much I hate it when you cry." His words strike a chord within you, and despite the way they make you sob even louder, it’s not from anger or annoyance. It’s because, in this moment of vulnerability, you feel seen and cared for in a way that’s profoundly comforting. You can’t help but admit that his warmth and unwavering support bring a sense of love that you desperately need right now. “Don’t cry; I’m here for you,” he reassures you, his voice laced with sincerity.

At your lowest, you realize those simple words, words you never realized you needed, seem to wrap around your heart like a balm, soothing wounds you didn’t even know could be healed so easily. “Things are a mess, right?” Chan says softly, his voice a steady anchor in the turmoil swirling around you. His gaze is gentle but unwavering, as if he’s determined to carry some of your burden with you. “But it’s okay. Just you breathing here, right now—us, surviving in this sometimes cruel world—it already shows how strong we are. And that’s something to be proud of.” He reaches out, his hand tenderly brushing through your hair, the motion calm and grounding. The gentle, rhythmic touch seems to give you permission to release the flood of emotions bottled up inside. You feel the weight of your sadness, frustration, and exhaustion spilling over, but he doesn’t flinch. He simply stays there, letting you unburden yourself in the quiet safety of his presence. “We can’t control everything,” he continues, his voice as reassuring as a warm blanket on a cold night.

At your lowest, you realize you don’t have to be perfect or keep it together all the time. It’s okay to let yourself break down, to cry it all out when you need to. “It won’t all turn out exactly the way we want it to. But that doesn’t mean it’s hopeless. Everything’s going to be alright—just believe me on this.” There’s a conviction in his words that fills you with a sense of peace you hadn’t thought possible tonight. His calm confidence seeps into you, like a gentle reminder that perfection isn’t necessary, that life can be chaotic and painful, and yet somehow, it will still find a way to work itself out. He’s here, anchoring you to the present, reminding you that this moment—this breath, this heartbeat—is enough. The messiness of it all, the flaws and imperfections, don’t lessen your worth or your strength. And for the first time in a while, you feel a tiny glimmer of hope stirring within you, his words planting a seed of belief that things, somehow, will be okay. You lean your head against his shoulder, and he gently wraps an arm around you, his hand softly patting your back. Held in his warm embrace, you feel safe and secure, finding a quiet comfort in his arms.

At your lowest, you realize that you’re not alone—you never have been, and you never will be. There’s always someone out there who cares, who thinks of you, and who values you, even in the quiet moments when you feel unseen or forgotten. Whether they’re right by your side or miles away, they’re there, holding a place for you in their heart and hoping for your happiness. Someone who sees you, values you, and would be by your side through anything. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he says softly, his voice a steady and calming presence that fills the silence around you. “You’re strong and beautiful, just as you are. The way you’re unique, the way you bring your own light into the world… I wish you could see that in yourself, the way I do.” He pauses, letting his words sink in, his gaze sincere and unwavering. "I mean every word, and I hope someday you’ll believe it too." Each word he speaks feels like a gentle reminder, a lifeline pulling you out of your doubts and worries. In this moment, his voice and presence remind you that you are valued and loved exactly as you are, imperfections and all.

At your lowest, you realize that comparing yourself to others won’t ever bring you the peace you’re looking for. All you really need is to be yourself, to strive for a better version of your own life—not anyone else’s. Chan’s voice is gentle as he speaks, and his words feel like a quiet balm to your self-doubt. “To be honest, I’m so proud to know you,” he says softly, his arm still wrapped around you, grounding you with his steady presence. He gently pulls back just enough to look at you, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing a light, comforting line. His gaze is filled with warmth, love, and something else that makes your heart ache in the best way. “I always tell people how lucky I am,” he continues, a soft smile playing at his lips. “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” His words are so genuine, filled with admiration, and they reach a part of you that’s longed to feel valued. Leaning in, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, grounding you in his presence. Without even realizing it, your sobs have quieted, the ache in your heart softened by the simple yet powerful truth of his words.

At your lowest, you realize it’s okay to take a break; it’s perfectly fine to pause for a while and step back from the chaos of this hectic world. “Rest, darling,” he murmurs softly, his voice gentle and reassuring. “You need it.” His words settle around you like a soft embrace, quieting the restless thoughts in your mind. “I’ll be here,” he continues, his gaze steady and filled with warmth, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always love you, because you deserve love and happiness.” There’s a certainty in his voice that reaches deep into your heart, filling spaces you didn’t even realize were empty. He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in before continuing, “And I’ll be here to protect you from whatever darkness might come. So don’t give up, darling. You have to keep going.” In his presence, you feel a renewed strength, a gentle reminder that it’s okay to rest, to let go of the pressure you’ve been carrying alone. You realize that giving up isn’t the answer, but resting? That’s allowed. He’s given you permission to pause, to breathe, to simply be without feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you.

“Keep going,” he whispers, his voice filled with an unwavering faith in you. “Find happiness, because you deserve to smile, to be truly happy.” His words settle over you like a lullaby, soothing your heart and quieting your mind. As he pulls you close, his arms warm and steady, you feel a sense of peace that you haven’t felt in so long. "I'll always be here for you, I promise." That night, you drift off to sleep in his embrace, his gentle humming a lullaby that calms your spirit. You fall asleep feeling safe, cherished, and ready to face whatever may come, knowing that with him by your side, you can take on the world one step at a time. He kisses your forehead, gently brushing away the sadness. "Shine brightly in your own fairytale, my love. I'll be here as your prince, lighting up the way for you."

You did great today.

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