#chvnnie requests

[fawnpeaks]

Bruh Felix makes me WEAK

felix gives off the impression that he loves thighs i need to see something with him making out and gripping your thighs while eating you out

bby the way @lix-ables and i were rotting over this just a few hours ago-

thank you sm for your request! hope this is everything you wanted it to be and MORE <3

3:00 AM

lee felix x reader

word count: 1.2k

genre: smut

warnings: sleepy reader but no somnophilia, oral (f receiving), needy lix, that’s about it honestly? if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW

summary: all felix wants is you, and to have you fall apart on his tongue.

a/n: felix is a thigh man and honestly this request was MADE for me. thank you for blessing me with this idea and brain rot

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee felix as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

The white satin sheets were colder than usual, glowing under the moonlight that filled the dark bedroom. Felix flipped back and forth, trying to find a comfortable position. He moved closer to you, then further away. He adjusted his pillows, fluffed them over and over again. He even shed some of his clothes, stripping down to his briefs in search of just a crumb of comfort.

Felix was so tired, but nothing was working. Nothing would work, either, until he got rid of the problem in his briefs, which were snugger than usual.

It wasn’t uncommon for Felix to wake up hard. If anything, it happened more often than he wanted to admit. But never had it been this bad. His cock was literally throbbing, demanding his attention. It was obvious he wouldn’t be able to sleep it off, not this time at least.

He was staring at the ceiling, debating on the best way to approach the situation when you flipped onto your back next to him. Felix rolled his head over to look at you, sleeping soundly next to him. He was envious of the way you slept; mouth slightly open, soft breaths mixing with little snores, eyes fluttering with dreams. You were out. Gone. Resting in a way Felix thought he would never rest again.

Felix always thought you looked pretty when you slept. He loved the way your body would relax, how peaceful you looked when your mind was blank. He rolled onto his side, fingertips dancing up and down your bare arm as he watched you sleep. You hiked up a leg, effectively spreading them and ruffling the sheets, giving Felix a peek at what was under them.

You often slept without pants on. It shouldn’t be a surprise that tonight was no different, but something about the pair of blue cotton panties you sported made Felix’s erection even more prominent. Almost painful.

He had to do something, and he couldn’t sit and debate on what that something was any longer.

Felix rolled over on top of you, nuding a knee in between your legs. Sleepy kisses were peppered on your face in an attempt to wake you. You stirred a bit, whining as you tried to brush his lips away from your face.

“Lix-“ you whined, accidentally nudging your nose against his. “Sleepy.”

“Sh, I know baby.” He continued the butterfly kisses down to your neck, soft suckling at the bare skin. Felix slid a hand under your tank top, slowly inching closer to your breasts. “Just let me take care of you, hm? Then we can go back to sleep.”

Cold fingers met your nipple, a low groan slipping from your lips. Felix continued to kiss down your body, getting closer and closer to your core as he massaged your boob. His lips found your tummy, pushing your shirt up just enough to kiss the soft skin of it. The way your skin prickled under his lips, the sounds of your moans blending with the soft roar of the fan made everything much more difficult for Felix.

It was truly a talent, the way you drove him mad by doing nothing but laying here. The need Felix had for you, the one that burned in the pit of his stomach and set his nerves on fire, was never ending. Even in his sleep, he wanted you. Needed you.

The pace at which his fingers slid under the waistband of your panties was torture. Not for you; no, you were hardly awake enough to notice. It was too much for him. He wanted to rip them off, throw them across the room never to be found again. But he also didn’t want this moment to end; he wanted the image of you half awake, writhing under his touch to last forever.

Once off, Felix laid flat on his stomach, leaning into your core until his nose was barely resting on your clit. “God, so pretty.” He whispered, inhaling your scent. Felix’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, unable to contain himself anymore. Like this was new - like he hadn’t spent hours of his life between your legs - Felix dove in, base of his tongue pressing against your slit. The way you taste has his head spinning, moans vibrating against your mound as he covers himself in your slick.

It’s messy, the way he devours you. The sound of slick is echoing off the walls, drowning out both your moans and his. He feels it all over his face, and that just encourages to do more. To taste more. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he was drowning in your cunt.

Your perfect, wet cunt. All for him.

The taste and the way you so willingly let him eat you out, so early in the morning, made Felix more desperate. Not wanting to pull away, he subtly began to grind his hips against the mattress. The friction numbed his mind, everything making him feel so good.

Pulling away from your core to look at you, Felix smiled. “How do you feel baby?”

A whimper fell from your lips, fingers lacing through his hair. “Close, Lix. So close-“

“Mm, are you?” He brought two fingers up to your clit, teasingly stroking it as he spoke to you. “Don’t hold back baby. Paint my face with your cum, and then maybe I’ll pump you full of mine.”

Felix pinched your clit lightly, causing your thighs to snap up and close around his head. The way your back arched at the sensation had Felix chuckling deeply, before he leaned back into you.

“That good, dove?” He replaced his fingers with his lips, sucking harshly on your nub. Using a free hand to hold one of your thighs to his face, the other slowly pushed two fingers into you. He watched as you threw your head back, legs clenching around his head to keep him there.

Like he would ever dream of moving.

Felix’s grinded on the bed harder, desperate to feel something. He was high on you; the way you held his head to your cunt and how you drenched his face had him in the clouds. He wanted you to need him as much as he needed you.

“Shit baby, you’re squeezing my fingers so hard.” He was panting now, hot breath fanning your core. “Do it. Fucking cum on me.”

He didn’t wait for a response before he went back to licking you raw, slowly losing his sanity at the way your thighs held him still. The hand holding a thigh against him began to bruise the skin; nails digging into you as both the thrusts of his fingers and hips sped up.

Felix felt you push your hips up, grinding up and down his tongue just a bit before you released onto him. Pulling his fingers out of you as fast as he could, he shoved his tongue into your hole, licking up every last drop you gave him.

Once you felt yourself slipping away from the orgasm, you tried to move your thighs. Felix’s other hand flew up and grabbed the other thigh, keeping them in place.

“Nuh uh.” He tutted, squeezing your thighs as his tongue found your hole once again. “Need to cum twice more before I give you anything else, got it? I need you nice and stretched out for me.”

©: chvnnie 2022

[luvyeni]

THE HIGH LORD OF SUMMER COURT; HWANG HYUNJIN

PAIRINGS. highfae!hyunjin x maid!reader

WC. 6.4k

WARNINGS. virginity loss, corruption kink if you squint, oral (fem. recieving), unprotected sex,

SYNOPSIS. hyunjin of summer court hardly paid attention to his staff, spending most of his time with different hook ups or spending most of his time in his paint room, but when you clumsily spill his tea on his suit, he suddenly wants to be around you, watching you work.

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DISCLAIMER! THIS IS NOT AFFILIATED WITH THE BOOK SERIES BUT IT WILL HAVE REFERENCES TO THE BOOK.

rule number one: lesser faeries are to be seen and not heard while they work in the castle.

Growing up that's all that your mother would say, it was the first thing she every told you when you asked her how was it when she went to work at the castle in adriata and she's been saying it ever since.

your family lived in the poorest cities of the summer court, surving on close to nothing after your father died. that was before your mother got a special job to go work in adriata, to work for the high lord of the court, lord hyunjin. this was the first good news you have ever had received in your entire life , your family would get a little more money coming into your very small house.

recently, your mother started to experience severe pain, and the castle thought it would be in her best intrest if she found a replacement and retired, of course she chose you, you were in young and ready to work for your family. soon you were finding yourself saying goodbye to your aunt and siblings, going to join your mother at the castle in the capital city of adriata.

"mom!" you were met with a heartwarming hug from your mother when you met up with her where all the boats and ships docked in adriata. "my baby!" regardless of time your mother spent away, you never let it get in between your relationship with your mother. "we have to go to the shops, the high lord requested a special dinner tonight for lady friend, let's get some practice in, so you can get familiar with what he likes and doesn't."

walking through the streets of adriata , you learned what you needed to know about the hyunjin, the high lord, all his likes and dislikes. "he's rather short with the staff, doesn't say much, unless he wants something, his lady friends though, they need help with everything, eating, getting dressed, you name it they probably need help with it." you laughed.

"he hasn't been married off yet?"

you knew all about hyunjin, and his never ending quest of trying get into all the dresses of the summer court high faes. "you know he probably never will , you know he was the first high fae to reject his mating bond."

"lesser faeries are to be seen and not heard while they work in the castle, i know mama."

the kitchen was pretty much the only place you could talk , except when anyone important would come in to check, then it would get silent. "i guess they take that rule pretty seriously." you try to joke, but your mother just slaps your arm, telling you to hush, apologizing to the other staff.

"oh my!" chaewon, a girl around your age jumped up while you washed the dishes, you and your said your goodbyes, and she was on her way back home, leaving you alone. "are you okay?" your face turned in half concern half confusion.

"i can't believe we let the time pass like this, the lord needs his tea, oh he's probably gonna be so mad." she rushed to get everything together. "has he gotten mad before?" you helped her so she wouldn't burn herself with the way she was shaking. "i don't know i've been here for a year and he hasn't come in once, your mom is the only one who serves him." she freezes again. "your mom, she isn't here, who's gonna serve the lord, oh no." she began to panic, but she stopped looking at you.

"you can do it."

"me?" your eyes widened, "i can't do it, you said it yourself, my mom only does it." she put everything neatly on the tray. "that's why you should do it, your her daughter." she handed it to you. "absolutely not, i mean i don't even know where his wing is." you push the tray slowly away from you.

"it's the right wing, please , i will owe you one." she pushed back towards you. you looked into her pleading eyes. "tsk, fine." she smiled handing you tray. "you owe me." she gave you a tumbs up. "remember, quite as you work, or whatever that rule was." you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to correct her, you had other things to worry about. like where the hell was the right wing...

"god where the hell is his room?" you whispered as you basically tipped toed through the halls of the castle. chaewon made it seem like it was easy to find, you knew you shouldn't have listen to someone who's been here for a year and hasn't even left the kitchen or met the lord.

"this was so stupid." you should've just waited like you suggestive, instead hear you are lost in the castle, trying not to cry out in frustration. "i've had enough of this, where's his damn room." you started to get a bit upset.

"excuse me." a deep voice made you shriek in fear, and the next thing you know the tea was thrown over the person, he gasped. "shit!" he cursed, probably because the was hot and now it was on all over his body...

it was hyunjin. lord hyunjin.

hyunjin was confused, his servents knew his schedule, so where was his tea? everyday at this hour his tea is served my mrs.lee quietly in his art room, just like he likes it, where is she?

"hyune what's wrong?" he sighed under his brearh at the voice that had plagued him for the past few weeks. "nothing hana, you know you're not supposed to be in here." she was only supposed to be here a night, and now suddenly she's asking for big dinners with him and her friends, he didn't mind though, he'll entertain her delusions of marrying him for a few weeks, then break it off with her by sleeping with her bestfriend, it should be fine, it always worked out for him in the end.

"i can't wait anymore." he got up. "someone will answer for this, come get out." he closed the door leaving hana who was confused standing outside it.

he was making his way to the kitchen for the first time in years, he was surprised he still knew where it was, especially since this castle was pretty ginormous.

"i've had enough of this, where is his damn room." a voice made him stop and turn, a young girl around his age holding his tea tray. had something happen to mrs.lee? who was this girl?"

hyunjin thought he was making loud enough steps, but apparently not, since when he went to get your attention, you shrieked in terror, the tray slipping out of your hand, and landing right on his clothes. "shit!" he jumped back in pain because of the hot drink.

"oh no, im so dead." you panicked, trying to pick everything up. "i am so sorry." you grabbed the napkin off the tray, trying to blot it off his suit. "please don't fire or kill me it was an accident." you rambled, realizing the napkin was as useless as the most useless thing on the planet.

"it's fine, wait your arm is bur- what the hell are you doing." hyunjin rolled his eyes as hana approached you both, grabbing your arm, you flinched in pain, but only hyunjin seemed to see it, because hana didn't let your arm go.

"i..im so sorry."

"you damn well better be, his suit ruined, and you've probably burned his skin—oh my hyune are you okay." hyunjin's eyes were on your wrist, it must've hurt more since it was directly on your skin, but you didn't utter not one moan of pain.

you both made eye contact, and he awkwardly coughed. "hana, im fine, i just need a new suit." she turned to you. "well why are you standing there still? go fetch the tailor and get him a new suit." he watched you practically run away with the tray in your hand. "idiot, you should have her fired." he side eyed hana, removing her hand from his chest, walking away back to his room, his tea was all over him, but why could he only worry about the burn on your arm?

"it's my first day and im gonna be fired, my mom has been gone fore 2 hours max and im already gonna lose the job." you panicked as chaewon bandaged your arm, you tried to tell her it barely hurt, but in reality she was just trying to compensate for putting you in said mess. "i am so sorry, this is all my fault, i put too much pressure on you on your first day."

"it's fine i guess, no one was really hurt." you said. "my ego is though." she pouted. "i am so sorry." she apologized once more, just another maid ran in. "it's time to serve dinner, there's a few guest, so remember, we are to be seen and not heard, let's not cause even more of a scene." she looked at you and chaewon, you both just lowered your heads in embarrassment. "chop chop!"

everyone set everything up so perfect on the rollie trays. "should you really be in control of the trays." you glared at the male staff next to you. "shut it beomgyu." chaewon slapped his arm. "the three of you let's go." you quickly shut your mouths as you made your way to the eating area.

there were many girls, squealing and talking as you entered into the room, must be her friends, the way hyunjin looked so disinterested. "i can't believe it all these girls and the bastard acts like this." beomgyu said under his breath. "beomgyu, shut up." chaewon said quietly through her fake smile.

"both of you stop it, dispurst so they won't notice." you said walking the other way, right towards hyunjin. 'shit' it was too late to turn around without anyone noticing you literally trying run away from serving the high lord himself, so you sucked it up, head down as you made your way over to him.

hyunjin saw you walking over to him, he was so bored, and all he could think of was if your wrist was okay so this perfect. you walked over to him head down to the floor, you took this seen but not heard thing seriously he thought. "cute." he chuckled under his breath, covering it with a cough as you grew closer to him.

you put his food in front of him, about to walk away, but he softly grabbed your wrist. "does it hurt?" you were shocked he even asked. "you can answer." you were too stunned. "uh- excuse you." hana interrupted you. "my friend needs her food." you quickly gave him a nod, before walking to them.

"that's her, the one who tried to burn the high lord." you cringed, hearing her gossip to her friend. "and she's still working here?" you were pretty sure they wanted you to hear. "you know hyunjin is just so kind, he would never to that to someone so poor." you were a lesser fae so you were pretty much powerless, but you definitely would have used them on her if you were strong enough. "watch this." hana knocked over the cup sneakily.

"jesus! can you do anything right, constantly dropping things, why won't you just quit if you're gonna be this useless." your jaw dropped. "b- are you about to speak?" mrs.bae, another maid ran over to you. "she didn't mean it, we'll have this cleaned up right now, beomgyu."

"whatever, just get out of my sight." mrs.bae nodded dragging you away. you glanced at hyunjin who looked at you with sympathy in his eyes. "let's go." mrs.bae dragged you into the kitchen.

after your second scolding of the day you were told to stay in the kitchen and do the dishes, so you did until it was time for the servants to quietly return to their quarters.

"it was the worst first day ever." you sat on your uncomfortable mattress. "you definitely take the cake for worst first days." beomgyu plopped his butt right on your bed. "why is he here." chaewon threw her pillow at the boy. "i really don't know why i keep you around, useless i tell you, get out." she picked up the show, getting ready to throw it. "fine, im gone." he got up leaving out your small room. "we get the smallest rooms because we're the youngest." chaewon picked her pillow up. "of course." you layed on your back, staring up at the dingy light.

"well there's always tomorrow." she turned off the light, darkness engluf the room. "i guess." you sighed, closing your eyes letting sleep wash over you.

you guys were rushed out of bed the next morning to start the day. "jesus it's so early." beomgyu stumbled into the kitchen. "i hate this job." you and chaewon laughed at the boy who washed the fruits, grumbling a bunch of curse words under his breath. "you must not be a morning person." you teased. "oh haha mrs.tray." you glared are him. "asshole." chaewon slapped your arm, but you brushed it off. "you started it." he retaliated, you noticed chaewon was quite, the whole kitchen was in fact except you and beomgyu.

chaewon stared in shock towards the entrance of the kitchen, your eyes followed hers, mouth opened in shock. "good morning." hyunjin stood there, no one said anything. "is breakfast almost ready?" mrs.bae spoke up. "a..almost sir, sorry for keeping you waiting." he held his hand up. "don't apologize, just wanted to see how it was coming along, don't mind me." he walked around the kitchen looking at everything, while everyone walked on eggshells.

he looked over to the station where you three quietly did your task. you guys locked eyes and he made his way over. "shit." all three of you said, looking at the fruit like it was actually intresting, beomgyu was itching to make a joke, you coud see his left eye twitching.

"good morning." you heard his voice, smooth like honey in your ear. "is your wrist okay?" you nodded, eyes on the fruit, chopping them right beside chaewon.

"you know i prefer it so much better when someone verbally answers me, and looks me in the eye." he whispered in your ear, his hand grazing yours. "let's try that again, is your wrist okay." you breathed, turning your head, his face very close to yours, but you looked him in the eyes. "it's fine." you hope you didn't sound too breathless.

"good girl."

your knees almost went weak, you swore you would've fell if it weren't for chaewon, he smirked walking away leaving everyone shocked at what just happened. he whispered something into mrs.bae's ear before leaving the kitchen, and you could hear the collective sigh wash over the room.

"girl." chaewon turned to you. "what the hell was that?" you shrugged, trying to collect your thoughts. "i..i don't know." you spoke. "did you seduce the high lord?" beomgyu wasn't joking. "our first meeting was me spilling hot tea over him, i doubt it." "maybe he has a kink for that." chaewon slapped beomgyu. "shut up."

"im just saying." he threw his hands up in defense. "i mean it's not my thing, but i don't judge." you listened to them argue, as mrs.bae walked over to you. "the high lord has requested you to his bedroom." chaewon snickered. "it's a bit early for that." you glared. "shut up." your face was hot. "get back to work, you will go to his room and clean, quietly, and then make your way back to the kitchen to get ready for lunch." she instructed.

"try not to burn him again." chaewon and beomgyu bursted out into a fit of laughter. "why did i chose you two as friends." you glared at them, walking out the kitchen, someone escorting you to his room this time, to avoid you getting lost.

you hesitantly knock on the door, waiting for him to allow you to come in. "enter." you shakily open the door, slowing walking in. "i'm here to clean your-ah! i'm sorry i thought you said enter." you covered your eyes, embarrassed beause he was standing in a towel. "i did."

"but you're naked." he laughed. "im not naked, i have a towel, would you like me to show you naked." you shook your head. "i..it's fine, i'll just clean quickly and be on my way." hyunjin nodded watching you as began to make his bed. "so mrs.lee was your mom." you nodded, you weren't sure if you should speak, mrs.bae told you not to, and she scared you more than any high lord.

"she's been here since i was a kid, she never mentioned having a kid not once." you chuckled to yourself, but he heard you. "what's so funny?" "doesn't that kinda of defeat the purpose of the whole seen and not heard thing?" he thought about. "i guess it does."

"i didn't come up with that rule you know, it's always be installed into the workers." he spoke up. "why haven't you changed it." you mumbled to yourself as you swept off the step of the fireplace, suddenly you were being spun around. "speak up, stop mumbling." your eyes widen. "i..im sorry." he sighed.

"stop apologizing for everything, you said what was on your mind, don't go back on it." he wasn't that tall, but he was tall enough to hover over you. "what did say, say louder this time." he commanded.

"i said why haven't you changed it?"

he shrugged, "i guess i haven't really paying attention to it, guess i've doing other things." he spoke. "you mean other people." you said boldly. "oh? bold aren't we?" he smirked and you realized how close he actually was, eyes traveling down, stopping at his waist. "my eyes are up here." his hand came up to your chin ready to grab.

"hyune!" he dropped his hand rolling eyes, and you quickly turned around, just before hana skipped into the room. "i missed you." she wrapped her arms around the boy. "i seen you yesterday." you smiled to yourself, but hyunjin seen and it made him smile, knowing he got you to smile... you have such a nice smile.

"what is she doing in here?" hana finally acknowledged you, could you not get someone else, is there no one else in this big castle?" the hell did she have to be so rude for, you would've thought the tea fell on her. "hana, her mother is mrs lee, she basically raised me, she's new but with some training, she'll be a good worker." hyunjin walked over to you grabbing your shoulders. "won't you?" he whispered in your ear, like this morning, except this time he's in a towel.

"y..yes."

"good girl, you can go now, i'll see you tomorrow." you quickly grab everything, almost tripping over your dress— luckily you didn't, making your way out of the room so fast, leaving a satisfied hyunjin, and a annoyed hana.

"what game are you playing here hyunjin?" hana said once she was sure you were gone. "what are you talking about hana?" he put on his clothed for the day. "you know what i mean, are we gonna get together officially like i've been telling my friends , or am i not important anymore, is the new maid more important than me?" hyunjin turned facing hana.

"hana, what are you talking about? you knew what this was long ago, what to do you mean telling your friends." he said, he knew it was cold, but hana wasn't exactly the nicest person either, i mean hyunjin seen how she treated you. "i know but, i was hoping- there's the problem, you're hoping for the wrong thing, your mate is out there somewhere, it's just not me, we can have fun until you find him though." he kissed her cheek, leaving the pissed off fae alone in the room.

ever since you've arrived, you've done nothing but piss her off, she and hyunjin were fine before you got here and now the saddest thing is, he looks at you with love in his eyes, and he can barely spare her a glance anymore... she was pissed off.

"stay back here today, wash the dishes." mrs.bae ordered during lunch. "guess they're still a bit traumatized." beomgyu teased as they left out the kitchen for lunch.

"stupid dishes." you grumbled, plate in your hand scrubbing it. "i didn't even do anything, it was her." you were speaking to yourself. "she spilled the drink."

"who did?" hana stood in the corridor. "are you talking about me?" you shook your head, she scoffed. "look at you, you can't even speak without my permission, how dare a lesser faerie talk to hyunjin in such a unprofessional manner." she walked closer, stalking you with her eyes. "pretty pathetic if you ask me, trying to seduce him." you turned to her. "im not."

"did i say you could speak." she slammed her hand on the counter next to sink. "we may not be together, but he'll never choose a lesser fae, remember that." her eyes flashed to the sink, which started to fill up with more water, even though the sink wasn't on.

"what is-" water manipulation, she was doing this. "please don't do this." you begged, but it fell on deafs ears as it began to overflow on to the floor. "what is going on here." mrs.bae had returned back.

"look at what you did you dumb fae." hana said. "i ask you to do one simple thing and you go and mess up the floor."

"i didn't you did, you did this." everyone gasped. "what did you say?" she was fuming, how dare you have the guts to talk back. "i said- enough." mrs.bae grabbed your wrist. "she didn't mean in ma'am, we'll clean this quickly, we're sorry for the inconvenience, lunch is being served right now, so if you make your way into the dining area, and we'll clean this up right now." mrs.bae waited for hana to leave, who threw a sly smirk as she left out of the room before she turned on her stern face. "i should fire you." she hissed.

"if it wasn't for your mother, i would've fired you already." you lowered your head, once again feeling defeated. "go to your room and stay there for the rest of the evening." she instructed. "but- now!" her voice made you jump, and you made your way down to the maids quarters, embarrassed, ashamed and pissed off.

it went like that for the next 3 days, you weren't allowed to leave the maids quarters, they sent someone else to cleans hyunjins room, you'd only talk to chaewon and beomgyu.

you were ready to go back to work, you grew to love chaewon and tolerate beomgyu, but if you were being honest, you missed interacting with hyunjin, the way he talked to you made your heart flutter like you've never felt before. "maybe today will be the last day." chaewon tried to give you hope.

"then you can get back to screwing the high lord." beomgyu sat on your bed. "come on you two, we have work to attend to, it's castle cleaning day." mrs.bae walked into the room. "and beomgyu i've told you to stop entering the girls room." beomgyu apologized, knowing he'd do it again. "when will i'll be able to return to work?" you asked for the fourth time.

"when i say you can." she closed the door, leaving you alone once again. "you said that the last three days." you said to yourself really, your head hit the pillow, staring at the ceiling.

hyunjin was hoping to see you, it's been three days since he's seen you, hana did tell him what happened and that you had been in trouble, but he was starting to miss you, and the way you would shy away from him, fuck he needed to see you.

"mrs.bae?" the older woman stopped scolding beomgyu on how he was scrubbing the wall. "yes my lord." she responded."is ＿ returning anytime soon?" she looked with a confused eye. "my lord i was under the suspicion that you wanted her fired." he would never get rid of you, he hasn't felt this alive in a while. "nonsense, i'll go tell her myself she is to return to work tomorrow." he quickly made his escape before she could question him.

you were extremely bored, nothing to do. "i never thought i would miss work." you sighed to yourself. "that's good then." you thought you were hearing things. "you'll be able to come back tomorrow." you sat up, facing the man standing in the door. "really?" your eyes lit up. "that is so cool, thank you, i can't wait to get back to work!"

"wow, i come all the way down here to see you and your more happy about work." he grabbed his chest in faux pain. "im hurt princess."

"y..you came down here to see me? w...why?"

"isn't is obvious that i'm attracted to you love?" your face was hot. was he getting close? yes he was. "i thought it was pretty obvious, i didn't come down to the kitchen after avoiding it for almost 20 something years just to say hi to everyone." he sat down on your bed stroking your cheek,. "i came to see you." he whispered.

"i want you."

"h..hyunjin, we can't." you grabbed his hand. "why can't we?" he said. "come on princess, im not stupid, i seen how you almost fell to your knees when i gave you the littlest bit of attention, you mean to tell me you don't feel anything for me? hmm?"

of course you did, but this was your job, and you couldn't jeopardize that. "i...- just give me a kiss, one kiss, and we'll see how you feel right then." he held your face in his hand. "o..okay, just one kiss." you whispered.

"just one kiss." he slowly leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. it was a passionate kiss, a kiss that you would remember for the rest of your life. "princess, was that your first kiss?" he smirked pulling away. "my pretty baby is a virgin, that's why you don't think we should do it?" his words made your face burn.

"don't laugh at me." you pulled away, frowning. "im not laughing baby i swear." his lips were swollen from the kiss, you couldn't keep your eyes off them. "you want more kisses, you drunk off my kiss love?" you whined and he bit his lips. "don't make those pretty noises baby." he pulled you into another passionate kiss. "i won't be able to resist you if you whine so prettily for me." he began to kiss your neck.

"h..hyunjin." you sighed. "hmm princess?" he rubbed your sides. "i..i want you." he had you right where he wanted. "were do you want me princess." you whined, embarrassed. "you know." he did, he knew exactly where you wanted, but he wasn't gonna give you what you wanted until you told him.

"i told you i prefer when people look me in my eyes." he grabbed your chin to look at him. "and tell me what they want." you bit your lip. "i want you d..down there." your neck was on fire, as his eyes traveled down. "you want me down there, to do what?" you were about to cry from how much you needed him. "want me to give you kisses down there?" you nodded, "yes, yes i do." you finally spoke up, he smiled.

"good girl, you used your words, now lay back." you slowly layed back, he slotted his body in between your legs, lifting up your dress, pulling your underwear down. "your pussy is so pretty." he licked his bottom lip, coating it with spit. "i bet you taste amazing." he kissed your slit, licking his lip again. "i was right, you taste amazing." he dove right in, kissing and licking your sweet cunt.

"h..hyunjin!" you prayed no one would come down and hear the noises coming from your mouth and the noises he was making below. "f...feels good." he hummed into your pussy, his eyes sharp looking up at you as he ate you out.

you gripped the horrible sheets below you as he continued the assault. "h..hyunjin i..it feels funny." he detached his mouth from your clit, replacing it with his fingers. "go a head, let yourself go." he rubbed finger eights into your clit as the knot in your stomach snapped and pleasure washed over your entire boy. "good girl." he kissed your lips, tasting yourself on his lips. "how was that princess?" you smiled lazily. "g..good."

"do you want me to- next time love, next time, i just want to be with you right now." he said laying down in the uncomfortable bed next to you. "let's just lay here." he whispered into your hairs. so that's what you did, for the rest of the day, you stayed in the bed, talking only moving when hyunjin had to hide behind to door when chaewon came in to check in on you when she had a quick minute or when beomgyu snuck you in a cookie, in which hyunjin rolled his eyes in jealousy, asking why couldn't he send chaewon to do it.

"beomgyu? if you want to be jealous of anybody, i'd be jealous of chaewon before beomgyu." you laughed. "it was one cookie, he should've bought more, he has ulterior motives." he pouted and you just kissed his lips. "he likes chaewon, calm down." you gave him half of the cookie. "it's not even warm " he bit into the cookie.

sadly he eventually had to go. "i don't want to." he groaned. "you have to." you pushed him out. "hurry before they come back." he scoffed. "i'm the high lord, who i date is my concern." you smiled at him confirming your relationship. "yeah but this is my job, and mrs.bae can still fire me." you gave him one more kiss.

"fine, but i want you to clean my room tomorrow, not chaewon, i told her it was fine to speak and im starting to think one of her ancestors were the reason the reason why the rule was put in place." he kissed your forehead, before walking down the hall, turning back to look at you one more time before turning the corner, you closed the door with a dumb smile on your face.

the next morning you returned back to work the next morning, helping with breakfast, before mrs.bae told you to head to hyunjins room to clean. "okay." you said. "try not smile so hard." chaewon whispered. "huh?" you said. "beomgyu is dumb, but he isn't deaf, he heard you and the high lord talking yesterday." your eyes widened turning to beomgyu. "tell him it's most definitely just a cookie, and that im offened that he'd think i'm that desperate." you were about slap his arm when mrs.bae interrupted.

"go now." you jumped at him, before walking out of the kitchen with the supplies in your hand to his room, trying to hide the smile on your face, you couldn't wait to see him.

you knocked on the door, but he quickly opened it; pulling you in, closing it, pinning you against it. "i missed you." he kissed your lips. "you seen me yesterday." you laughed. "it felt so long ago." he tucked a strand of hair out your face. "i want to show you something." he took your hand, guiding you out the room, making sure no one was watching.

"your art room?" he nodded, opening the door. "i never let anyone in here." he said. "but yesterday i was so bored so i painted something, and i wanted to show you." he walked you to a covered easel. "you ready?" you nodded. "show me." he pulled the cover off, and your eyes widened. "m..me?" you turned to him. "i couldn't get you off my mind yesterday, so i came here to paint, i couldn't help." he wrapped his arms around you. "you've clouded my mind, i haven't thought of any girls, or anything since i first saw you."

"the first time you saw me i spilled tea all over yourself." he winced at the thought. "you were so cute, it didn't really hurt, but you were so determined to get the tea out of the shirt." you slapped his chest. "stop it." you frowned. "i'm sorry." he kissed your pouted lips. "you were so cute." he kissed you again, this time more passionately.

"h..hyunjin." he pushed you against the desk in the room, lifting you on it, pushing your dress up. "so so cute." he began to grind against your heat.

"i've been hard since yesterday, no matter how many times i tried to jerk off, im still hard." he pulled your panties down, along with his pants and underwear. "i'll be gentle i swear." he lined his cock at your heat, slowly pushing inside you. "oh fuck, you're so tight, your pussy can barely take me."he kissed your neck. "hyunjin." you moaned. "f..feel s..so full." he toyed with your clothed nipples as he fucked into you. "fuck princess, i don't think i can be with anyone else after you, you've ruined me for anyone else shit! " he felt himself about to cum. "hyunjin, im gonna cum." he nodded. "me too love." you pulled him into a passionate as you both came his cum painting your insides.

"fuck, what are you doing to me?" he breathed, his forehead against yours. "why am i falling for you so hard?"

you both cleaned yourselves off, putting your panties back on he wrapped his arms around your waist, your arms draped around his neck, he slowly swayed your bodies left to right, the both of you were so caught up with each other, you didn't even realize you were being watched.

hana was on the other side of the door seething, she thought she had gotten rid of you with the water thing. "i have to get back to the kitchen." she wanted to rip her pointed ears off to keep from hearing your giggles. "i'll come check on you later." hyunjin said. "you really need to let me work, i have a family back home to feed." hana smirked, an evil idea forming.

"how was it?" chaewon and beomgyu were chopping veggies when you returned. you rolled your eyes. "i'm not having this conversation right now." you washed your hands, getting ready to help. "i'll tell you later." you whispered. "okay." she gave you a thumbs up.

"you dumb bitch!" a loud voice made you turn around, but before you could react, a hand went straight across your face. "how dare you." you realized it was hana. "yah! you can't hit her like that." chaewon jumped in. "how dare you speak to me, you lesser fae need to learn your place." her hand went up to smack chaewon, and you snapped, grabbing her wrist, pushing it down.

"have y-" the entire kitchen went silent as they as your hand went straight across her face. "keep your hands off her." she grabbed the spot where you slapped her. "whatever you're pissed about, be pissed about it, but you don't get to treat us like trash because were servents."

"what's going on here?" mrs.bae returned from the back, hana turned on the water works. "first you seduce the high lord, knowing we're in a relationship, then you slap me like im in the wrong." your eyes widened. "bullshit, you came in here and hit her like a maniac." beomgyu cut in. "beomgyu!" mrs.bae yelled. "and she seduce anyone, he came on to her besides, you two aren't even together, he said it himself." chaewon exclaimed.

"mrs.bae is this how you run things all three of them should be fired." hana screeched. "enough!" mrs.bae yelled, it fell silence again. "you have been nothing but trouble since you've gotten here, never in my years has the castle been this discombobulated, staff talking out of order, talking when shouldn't, everything." you lowered your head, knowing what was coming. "i will have order."

"you two." she pointed to beomgyu and chaewon. "all three of you are to leave the castle and never return." you looked back up. "chaewon and beomgyu did nothing." you said. "it was pointless bringing in three young kids like you guys, go pack your stuff, you will leave at the end of the shift."

"what's going on here?" hyunjin walked into the tension filled kitchen. "hana what are you doing here?" she was silent. "there was a incident, hana was hurt but we are solving it right now- i was hit!" she screamed for more sympathy.

"i'd hit you again if he wasn't here." chaewon spat. "why are you three still here, go." mrs.bae said. "where are they going?" hyunjin asked looking at the three of you. "what happened?" he asked you. "she slapped me." hana jumped in. "hana told us how she tried to seduce you- seduce me?" he questioned.

"hana, i told you this already." he said. "yeah but she- she is my girlfriend, she didn't seduce i went after her first." everyone gasped, including hana. "her, a lesser faerie, are you serious hyunjin." he shrugged, walking up to you, pulling you right into a kiss. "does that help?" you slapped his chest. "w..why would do that, i'm at work." he smiled down at you kissing your head.

"i told you he fell first." beomgyu turned to chaewon. "it was the tea thing, told you, some people like that." chaewon slapped his arm. "everyone back to work." mrs.bae yelled. "mrs.hana, let me escort you out." the girl stomped out of the kitchen in defeat. "back to work." mrs.bae said leaving out.

"i have to get back to work." you pulled away. "wait since they're dating, do we have to listen to her?" the three of you turned to beomgyu. "shut up, just shut up." chaewon repeatedly hit him.

"no you don't beomgyu." hyunjin kissed you one more time, eyeing the boy.

"just if you're gonna bring cookies, bring some for me too."

©️LUVYENI

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Mommy!December: Day 11

Request: Dumbification+ toys with Mommy!Hyunjin . 

Content Includes: Hard Dom Mommy!Hyunjin x sub!fem reader,humiliation, toys, use of vibrating dildo, squirting, handcuffs, punishment, Hyunjin calls reader ‘bunny’, nipple play, reader has female anatomy, aftercare

Word Count: 595

‘You don’t deserve my cock when you’ve been a naughty bunny’ Hyunjin’s hand pressed harshly against your pubic bone, a loud whine leaving your mouth as the vibrating dildo nudged into your G-spot.

Hyunjin smiled in pride when he heard the clacking of the handcuffs against the headboard, his hand pressing harder when you writhed under his touch.

‘Mommy, please. Want you…inside of me’ Tears were streaming down your face, your thighs shaking as you were so close to reaching your peak, the sweat glistening on your chest and brow.

‘I really want to be inside of you too’ Hyunjin sighed dramatically as he slowly pulled the vibrator inch by inch out of you, leaving only the tip of it to poke and prod at the entrance.

‘But Mommy needs to teach you a lesson on how to be an obedient bunny’ His tone darkened and his face became more stern as he turned the dildo onto its highest vibrational setting.

He spoke in a cool, almost humiliating tone as he shifted to spread your legs wider ‘And so instead of me being inside your wet and tight cunt’ Hyunjin unexpectedly rammed the dildo inside of you further, smirking as he loved the sound of the scream you just gave him.

‘You’re going to be fucked dumb by this cold, plastic toy until you learn to be a good bunny for me’.

Hyunjin hovered over you, his legs outside of yours so he could gain a better view of the drool and spit dripping down your chin has he roughly fucked the toy into you, only pulling half-way before slamming it right into your G-spot. 

‘Mommy…please’ Your eyes rolled back in your head as your core tightened, your cum and lube sucking the dildo further and the sensations were over-bearing on your g-spot and cervix area. 

‘Say it’ Hyunjin’s eyebrow quirked, running his free hand up your stomach and tweaking your nipples, a wince leaving your throat as your wrists were straining against the handcuffs, your thighs spasming at how close you were. 

‘Cum..Mommy…Cum’ The feeling was over-empowering and your head was foggy, the coil twisted so tight inside of you it was almost hurting. 

Hyunjin chuckled darkly, reaching out to cup your face so he could see your glazed eyes boring into yours. 

‘Mmm, finally.’ Hyunjin’s eyes lit up and he pulled his hand away, snapping the heel of his palm against your pubic bone. 

‘Ahhhhh!’ You screamed as your body writhed, feeling a gush squirt out onto you as your mind became hazy, feeling your cunt clench around the dildo. 

‘Good girl, that’s my good bunny’ He gently rubbed circles against your stomach as he pulled the dildo out slowly, loving how you twitched and squirmed from the sensitivity. 

‘Are you okay?’ All you could do was nod, your eyes glazed and head spinning as Hyunjin leaned over to undo the handcuffs, pulling your limp arms down and slowly rubbing circles into your wrists. 

He didn’t speak while he massaged your wrists, just imprinting the image of how you looked in his mind. 

Chest heaving, cunt dripping, lips slicked with saliva and the wet stain on the bed-sheets. 

This is what Hyunjin took pride in. 

By being to fuck you so well you couldn’t speak or move, his disobedient bunny now a wet and drooling mess in front of him. 

‘Rest for a few minutes bunny’ He leaned over and kissed your forehead, brushing the sticky strands away from your face. 

‘You’ll need it for when I make you squirt on my cock’.

Thank you 🐱 anon for the request!!

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[pettypartypooper]

! han jisung fic recommendation ¡

other members fic recommendation lists

s = smut , f = fluff , a = angst

drabble [s] by @planet-dusk

summary: dom!jisung

cinderella [f,s] by @j-0ne25 (as a part of christmas evel series)

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given [s] by @tasteleeknow

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prove it [s] by @ksmins

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summary: you know exactly how to drive jisung crazy in order for him to give you what you want

scarlet letter [s] by @charmercharm3r

word count: 4k

summary: night owl workaholic boyfriend, needy horny girlfriend. what else needs to be said?

insomnia [f,s] by @hardstraykidshours

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summary: jisung's a bit of a night owl, and he wants to show a little extra affection when he finally goes to bed tonight

open 24 hours [f,s] by @setsugekka

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summary: the little store just below doesn’t have much to offer beyond stale chips and lukewarm drinks, but the guy who works there more than makes up for it

drabble [s] by @linosslut

summary: lazy make out session with han

drabble [s] by @comet-falls

drabble [s] by @chvnnie

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all night (lee know, han jisung) [s] by @j-0ne25

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summary: there’s three things minho prefers: 1) getting drunk with his best friends instead of attending a lame frat party, 2) playing truth or dare instead of admitting his true feelings by speaking them out loud, 3) allowing jisung to make you feel good instead of having you all to himself

chill [s,f] by j-0ne25

word count: 6.4k

summary: between university stress and additional shifts at your job, there’s one more factor that’s getting on your nerves the most – han jisung, your obnoxiously loud, absolutely lazy and annoyingly attractive roommate

nerd!jisung drabble [s] by @comet-falls

urge [s] by @hwajin

pussy drunk ji thoughts [s] by @lix-ables

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drabble [s] by @inkybird

drabble [s] by @inkybird

get spotlight (bang chan, seo changbin, Han jisung) [s] by @hwajin

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hotline ft bang chan, lee minho, han jisung [s] by @planet-dusk

word count: 1.5k

summary: “not so fast.” chan speaks up again. “there’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum”

drabble ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by @stvckwithaphobia

[11:36] ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by @bbyquokka

word count: 1.3k

meet odd [f] by @soobnny

word count: 2.3k

summary: you get to know han jisung under strange circumstances or alternatively “we live in the same floor and the room between ours always has really loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at 2am… do you want this last bit of ice cream?”

don’t be a stranger. part 2 to meet odd by [f] by soobnny

word count: 4.3k

summary: you really need to stop meeting han jisung under odd circumstances or alternatively, i accidentally locked myself out of my apartment and you’re offering that i sleep at yours for the night?

other members fic recommendation lists

[rachalixie]

and i did it!! i hit 2000 followers before end of the year which was a landmark that i wanted to achieve :)))

big thank you to everyone who reads my work and who sends in nice messages and encouragement and requests, even though i’m terribly inconsistent with posting and i fill reqs months after they’ve been sent

bigger thank you to my loves @sulfurcosmos @sweetestcherrywine @chvnnie @tasteleeknow @lino-ppang @katieraven @moonacholy @spicyfrogbrain @woahfruity @isilentprincess (and if i forgot anyone yell at me pls i’m working off of my poor short term memory here)

[lix-ables]

For the prompt thingy, can I have a Jisung with 3 & 27? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 if I’m allowed to request two numbers, I feel like those would go well together, IF NOT then just 3 🥰

hiii beanie !! no omg those two go so so well with each other !! i really hope you like it and thank you for requesting <3 and also tagging the two biggest jisung stans i know so @chvnnie @spilledtee i hope you enjoy this too :))

3 + 27 ; “if i kissed you, i won’t be able to stop myself.” + “all my thoughts about you are filthy.” (minors dni !!) smut, includes mostly a lot touching, grinding, sungie's a needy babie :(( use of pet names (baby, angel), wc :: 624

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a touch was all it took. that was enough for jisung to lose his shit and be inside you. but you were there, in nothing but his hoodie that you borrowed, the pastel pantie peaking from the corner. jisung couldn’t focus, even when he willed his mind to. his hands ached to hold you closer than you already were, his nails digging into the palm of his hand, and his dick was hard. already. 

“y/n,” he whispers, a hand reaching to stroke your hair, which makes you lean back against him even more. your hand accidently touches his bulge when you tilt your chin up to look at him, the movie playing in the background, filling the room completely. a gasp leaves your lips, your face turning red by the minute, and you hoped jisung didn’t notice it. maybe he didn’t, the lighting was too dim.

you hum a response, feeling jisung’s fingers find yours, intertwining them together, his thumb brushing your knuckle. “um,” he hesitates, before shifting in his seat, inching back to lean against the armrest. not that he was uncomfortable, no. he just didn’t want to get needy during the movie, but maybe he failed. “i.. think- um, fuck.” 

he had the words at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t say it. it was you, and he didn’t want you to think he was weird, until you both spoke at the same time. “do you need help, ji?” “can i kiss you?”

jisung’s eyes widen at your question, finding words to reply to what you asked him. “you want to what? help me how?”

“i mean, you’re clearly hard and-”

“and you want to have my dick in your mouth. really?” 

you whine at the way the word ‘dick’ slipped off his lips so easily, like he was waiting for this. your body moves against his, lifting yourself off to straddle his waist, facing him. his arms stuck out awkwardly, not knowing where to put them, until your hands find his, resting his hands on either side of your thighs, his cool touch making you mewl. “baby, i-”

“let me help, please?”

jisung was surprised at the way he called you  that nickname, but even more so at the way you pleaded to help him, however you wanted to. “fuck, i hope you know by now that all my thoughts about you are filthy,” he mumbles, watching you place your clothed pussy directly above his bulge, a grunt leaving his lips when you press yourself on him. you whine when jisung’s hands find your waist, gripping you, steading you on him as he controlled your movements against him, your fingers finding his shirt, bunching up the material in your hand. 

“if i kissed you, i won’t be able to stop myself,” jisung sighs, tracing his fingers along the hoodie you wore, his eyes watching you move. you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, a slight brush making him harder than he already was. sitting back up, you tug on the hem of the hoodie, your waist exposed to the boy under you, and you hear him groan. you were bare, your perky nipples staring at him and he needed to have them in his mouth. you set the hoodie behind you, your hands reaching to squeeze your breasts, teasing yourself, in turn teasing him, turning him on. 

“is that a promise?” you whisper, watching jisung reach to rub your clothed clit, a smirk forming on his face. “do you want it to be?”

you nod, biting back a moan, your hands leaving your breasts to unsnap the buttons of his shirt. “you’re in for a lot tonight, angel. i’m gonna take such good care of you.”

masterlist | moonlight madness

[sluttywonwoo]

do you have any recommendations for accs similar to yours/ur fav accs that write for stray kids ? ((:

i love your work i srsly wish u would get more requests for stray kids bc im on such a kick for them rn >.<

yes!! here are some of my favs <3

@ballelino

@planetdream

@lix-ables

@seungisms

@chvnnie

@hynjnhwng

@stay-corner

@linoguistics

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

LMAO I had a feeling it was you! When I wrote the ask I was like "wait, am I quoting them to themselves rn? I am, aren't I?" I found the source of wise words 💪

Thank you for your kind words?!?! It means a lot to hear that from you 🥲 there's a special place reserved in heaven for those who give positive feedback to (new) writers 🫶

Speaking of my fic ('s theme): do you have any personal faves among your writings that are a well-fitting for the "fuck the sad away"- fans? 🥺 I'm feeling very sad baby today (the dom badge was left on the counter this morning)

My previous partners never really "got it", though I will NEVER blame anyone for not getting hot and bothered when your partner is unwell 🥲 Understandable. Green flag. Not everyone fancies a "I know I'm crying rn but can you dick me down"- request (a type of Peak Intimacy when done right imo 💔) but NOT to be confused with dacryphilia. Do I make sense? I'm barely awake atm.

OMG BABE!!! BABY *CLAP* *CLAP*

@ddeonghwassimp

My favourite theme and half of my fics are where the idol 'fucks the sad away' in fact!

It is one of my favourite things to read and write and OMG DO I HAVE A SHIT-TON OF RECS AND FICS I HAVE READ AND WRITTEN FOR THIS POST.

I totally get what you mean, there is something very sensual and intimate about being completely vulnerable in front of your partner and having them just 'take care of you'.

I find that more sexy and a turn-on than most physical kinks and instruments i'll be honest.

Anyway! Here are my fics with this theme:

Mommytober: Day 31 w Mommy!Seonghwa

Daddy!January: Edging w Bang Chan

10 Days of Pyeonghongnovember: Red Eyes & Warm Touches

First!Time February: Praise w Lee Know

Other Fic Recs:

Please, let me in by @ateezreactionsandscenarios

Yandere!Lee Know pt.4 by @whatsk-poppinhomies

Painkiller by @chvnnie

Mommy knows best by @hueningchu

Extra shout out too 'Barely Concealed' by @sometimesiwritethings because it includes gender!neutral reader

AND...

My 'Soft Touch And Gray Days' fic with Ace!Jongho

Please read them and let me know how you like them :)

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

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#5

Mommy!December: Day 2

Request: 'HEYYY ITS ME. I need a Mommy!Seonghwa, marking and Hella possessiveness PLEASE. Oh how I want that man to make me turn into a puddle of mess'

Yeah, I know I'm starting a little early but I just got too excited because y'all know how much I love writing Mommy! Seonghwa.

Word Count: circa 600 words.

Content includes: Dom!Seonghwa x sub!fem reader, praise, possessiveness, marking, thigh-biting, humiliation, edging, nipple-biting, just a lot of biting in general (I mean, what do you expect?), kissing, cum play, fingering, rough sex, slight choking, hickeys, use of the word c*nt & c*m.

And everyone should know if you've read my fics:

How do you know it's Mommy!Seonghwa?

Because of the term 'precious, little star'.

'You thought you were being sneaky on Mommy weren't you?' Seonghwa cooed at you, his voice edged with a mocking tone.

You watched as Seonghwa propped your right ankle over his shoulder, anticipation pooling in your stomach.

'I guess Mommy needs to teach you a lesson' He smirked, leaning down and pressing a few kisses to the inside of your thigh, he watched you sigh in pleasure.

And then he suddenly bit down on the skin, causing you to jolt and whine under Seonghwa's touch.

'What was that for?' You huffed, trying to move your leg but Seonghwa only gripped your ankle tighter.

'What were you doing?' Seonghwa's eyebrow quirked, expecting an answer.

'I-I don't know' You responded, feeling confused.

You jolted again with a yelp as Seonghwa bit again, next to the other reddening hickey this time and lapped at the skin.

'Don't lie to me precious, you know Mommy watches everything' His voice raspy, his eyes accusing you for what you committed.

Your pride fell to the floor and you turned your head away from him,

'I don't want to say it-AHHH!' Seonghwa's teeth bit into the flesh of your other thigh, you could hear the suction of his teeth as he pulled away.

'Mommy will just keep biting you unless you say' He rested his head on your crotch, hands sliding up the outside of your thighs.

'And to think I was going to be nice and prep you, slip my fingers in, taste you' Seonghwa's ran his thumb up the seam as he mentioned this, you could feel his breath against your clit.

'I was quite looking forward to it too' He huffed dramatically, his expression almost comical 'But I guess..'

'No-wait! I' The teasing was too much, his breath against your cunt was already making you ache.

A murmur left your throat 'I was playing with myself' you sighed out.

Seonghwa pressed a soft kiss of reassurance over the hickey that had formed on your inner thigh.

'And?' Seonghwa dropped your ankle off his shoulder, using your hips as support as he crawled up your body.

'I'm not allowed to do that' You responded meekly, feeling Seonghwa's cold fingers pull your t-shirt up around your collarbones.

'And why is that?' Seonghwa's voice was curt and authoritative, his gaze focused on your exposed chest.

'Because-AHH!' You cried out in surprise as Seonghwa's teeth bit into the skin right next to your nipple 'B-because it's Mommy's'

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307 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

#4

Why Seonghwa is Secretly A Fuckboi- Pt.3

I jus-I can't.

That's muscle memory right there.

Look at the smirk in his eyes.

He totally know what he's doing 🔥🔥

308 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#3

Can I get all the attention of the Stays please?

Lee Know sent a pic on Bubble.

Is this Lee Know or Bang Chan?

Because Lee Know wears that Apple Watch.

But the outfit is very Bang Chan-esque.

And they both have similar body types.

I'm sure there's someone on here who has a better eye than me & is able to figure it out.

316 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#2

Man got me drooling and frothing on a fucking train right now

It's anything he wants

ITS ANYTHING HE WANTS

The fuck he knows how to play up the female gaze with the hand placement.

He knows what women find sexy.

My sunnies are getting steamy oml.

Bang chan, please.

I don't what you want but I'll give it to you.

325 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mommytober Series 2022- Day 22

Sugar!Daddy w Kim Hongjoong (Ateez)

Dom!Hongjoong x Sub!Fem Reader

Content includes: aged up Hongjoong (he's 35), corruption kink (duh it's fucking Hongjoong), praise, virgin!reader, first time, body worship, clingy and needy sex, tattooed Hongjoong (it should be a warning in itself because I am expecting Hongjoong to be covered in tattoos when he's 35 and I will be thoroughly disappointed if he doesn't.)

This is probably the most vanilla fic thus far in the series and I won't even apologise for it because I cried while writing it.

Why you may ask? Because Hongjoong is the most clingy, needy, romantic and loving partner out of Ateez and he would actually be like this and I'm now in a glass case full of emotion.

Also, this fic includes possessiveness (DUH! It's fucking Hongjoong) and hand-holding.

This is pure filth and does not portray an accurate representation of the stated Kpop idol.

18+ Only.

Requested By: @hongthoven

You didn't expect to still be a virgin at 24.

It's not like you were waiting for marriage or wore your virginity with pride.

There just simply hadn't been anyone that had entered your life that you wanted to share the experience with.

You either had bad luck, bad timing, no game or all three.

'My baby, don't be shy. You have a beautiful body okay?' Hongjoong cooed at you, the slight crow's feet around his eyes adding warmth to his gaze, his hands slowly pulling the bra strap from your shoulders.

That was until Hongjoong unexpectedly entered your life.

'Mmm, you make the most beautiful sounds' he groaned out, voice muffled as his tongue flicked around the tip of your nipple and his fingers gently tweaking the other one.

He was 35 and unbelievably gorgeous with crow's feet peeking around the edges of his eyes and a few random grey streaks shining through his black hair.

'I can't believe I'm the only one who's seen you like this' Hongjoong threw your panties on the floor, hands rubbing gently up the sides of your thighs, tracing kisses on your hips as he settled his face in between your thighs.

'And now. I'll be the only fucking one'.

Hongjoong wasn't married and he didn't have any children, instead opting to choose a career-based lifestyle.

You were both so different.

But yet it always felt so fucking right.

Hongjoong nuzzled his face into the side of your thigh, feeling your thighs shake from the multiple orgasms he had just given you with his tongue and fingers alone.

Your chest heaving up and down, nipples hard, bitten lips and cunt dripping wet.

Why would he chase the world for more gold when the best treasure in his life was you?

Hongjoong stood up from the edge of the bed, discarding the clothes off his body as he watched you gain composure.

He was just about to pull down his briefs when he saw you sit up, 'Wait' you told him as you swung your legs so you were sitting at the edge of the bed.

'I want to see you' you outstretched a hand for him to come closer and he walked forward and stood between your legs, breathing against his stomach.

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335 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

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[chvnnie]

Non-Stop

bang chan x reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: fluffy smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: college bf chan, virgin reader, mentions of masturbation, little bit of nipple playing, fingering, first time, protected sex, dirty talk (chan gets a lil bold the more comfortable reader gets). if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: everything is easier with chan.

kofi request: “Can i pls request reader experiencing their first time with bang chan? He would be the most amazing first ever bf, lets be real. Pls make it fluffy, adorable, and smutty.”

a/n: the way my heart was melting writing this. i’ve never written any virgin reader/member so this was an exciting way to test my boundaries as an author, and chan was perfect for it. thank you to the person who donated and requested this fic - i had so much fun with it! also this is just pure porn lmao have fun

this is a work for fiction. this fic in no way represents bang chan as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @whatudowhennooneseesyou - to be added, please send an ask or comment

Chan’s nose bonked against yours, sending you into a fit of giggles against his lips. “Ouch.” He said with a smile, his own laughs following yours.

You propped your elbows on his shoulders, fingers twirling his hair and hips moving until you were chest to chest. “Careful.” You voice light, giggles continuing to slip through.

“Mm, I’ll try.” Any follow up was silenced by his lips, the new angle allowing him to kiss you deeper.

When you had pitched the idea of studying in your dorm instead of the library, you should’ve known it would end up like this; textbooks long forgotten, 6 pm lattes growing cold, thoughts about anything other than the man whose lap you were seated on completely ignored.

It was impossible to focus on anything but Chan. You could only watch him chew on his pencil, tip of his tongue peeking out occasionally, for so long. To be surprised by the current predicament would be ignorant. It was only a matter of time before you climbed onto his lap, pouting and begging for kisses that would eventually turn into a make out session that consumed your thoughts until the next one.

What was surprising, however, was the hot pool of need growing in your lower belly and making your legs shake. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling - if anything it’s one that greets you any time Chan blinks. But never has it been so overwhelming, so consuming that your mind stopped responding, letting your body take control.

The hands at your hips move up, the hem of your shirt being pushed up with them. Chan’s hands now rest on the skin above your shorts. They’re cold against your body, which was growing hotter by the second. When he squeezes your sides, you pray that the whimper you released isn’t too embarrassing.

Chan pulled back, eyes narrowed with concern. “Everything good?”

“I’m good. Very good. I just…” you voice trails off, eyes focusing on the strand of his hair you were playing with.

“Just what? Hey-“ Your shirt fell as he cupped your face, tilting it so you were looking at him. “Talk to me. Let me know how I can help.”

But words were too hard - the stifling heat and pure embarrassment of having to voice your wants leaving you helpless. You swallowed a few times, trying to stabilize your breath. There was no one in the world you trusted more than Chan, no one more gentle and loving. Things were easy with him, which helped you gain the confidence to find your words.

“Will you touch me?” The whisper was faint, barely finding his ears. You pressed your forehead against his, hands now holding the wrists that cradled you.

Chan’s eyes closed as his breath hitched, and you could feel the increase of his heart rate against your chest. It was a big request; no one, including Chan, had ever touched you below the waist before. It's not like you two haven't both desperately wanted it. You had tried multiple times, each attempt vastly different from the last with the same ending.

You, stopping Chan right as he reached your bottoms, for one reason or the other. The timing didn’t feel right. You changed your mind. You were scared. And Chan, every time, no matter how raging his hard on was, would reassure you and validate your reason for ending it before it could even begin. You two could just cuddle instead. You could just watch a movie. Chan could just play with your boobs for a bit. No matter the reason, Chan respected your no, and never made you feel bad about it.

But tonight was different. You were burning from the inside out, body threatening to burn the dorm building down from its heat. You had to know what Chan felt like. His fingers, his tongue, his-

“Are you sure?” He whispered, eyes opening slowly. They were swimming with lust, deep seas of brown making your insides turn.

“Yes.” It was the easiest, quickest decision you’ve ever made. You’ve had enough. You wanted to know all the ways Chan can love you. “Really, really sure.”

You sealed the confirmation with a kiss, one that Chan let grow deeper as he lowered you onto the bed. Unlike the playful way he kissed you just moments before, his lips moved in a way that had your toes tingling - the love behind the movements of his tongue only served to increase your need. You barely noticed when he pulled away to strip you of your shirt and his, so consumed in the taste of Chan.

The strokes of his fingertips were comparable to a paintbrush; twirling and softly brushing every part of the canvas beneath him. When he painted your neck, your skin pimpled. Your nipples, you moaned. Finally he was painting the top of your shorts, brushes coloring underneath the waistline.

“Okay?” Chan asked, halting briefly to wait for you.

This wasn’t like before. Your body didn’t tense up, legs clenching in fear of what could happen. Not that you ever felt unsafe with Chan, but more so with yourself. What if you weren’t what he wanted? What if your body wasn’t enough for him?

But the way Chan stared at you, as if he was in the presence of a goddess, showed you that it was silly to ever feel that way. That it was okay to give yourself over to pleasure and let the need for him take over, because he was drowning in sheer desperation for you.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, hips slightly lifting to show him you meant it. He rid you of your shorts and panties at once, fingers slowly beginning to paint down your thighs.

Chan pulled back a bit, enough to watch the movement of his hands. Landing on your left knee, he pushed it up, angling you in the perfect position to take you all in.

If it was anyone else, you would be embarrassed - eyes floating up your exposed legs until they reach your core. The way his eyes, dark with desire, soften just a bit at the way you shine under the yellow glow of your dorm lights. It would be so embarrassing to have someone hold your knee in place while he studies every inch of your body.

But it wasn’t embarrassing. It was Chan.

You reached down, holding the hand that was on your knee and giving it a firm squeeze. The pressure brought Chan’s eyes back up, a loving smile on his face as he squeezed you back.

He touched you, one finger barely brushing over your folds. The mild touch sent shivers down your spine, whines tumbling out. Already, he felt so much better- his one finger covering more of you than two of yours did. It was too light, too little for the fire you felt.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, eyes focused on where he was timidly playing with you. “Touch me more. The way you want to.”

Chan shook his head. “If I do that, I won't be able to stop myself.”

“Don’t. Don’t stop yourself.”

Meeting your eyes, he slid his finger down until the tip was pressed against your entrance. He wanted to watch the way you react to his finger, knowing you were just going to get more of him later. And fuck, did you look pretty - jaw dropping as he eased his way inside, eyes threatening to roll back the further he got. You had touched yourself many times before, but nothing could compare to this. Nothing could compare to the intense wave of pleasure you got from his finger alone.

Testing the waters, Chan pumped his finger in and out slowly, going deeper each time. It was gentle, the way he twisted his finger and got closer to your weak spot. Soft moans tumbled out, body aching for him to make you feel even better.

“More?” You asked, hips grinding down on the finger inside you.

This time, he didn’t ask if you were sure, pushing a second finger in you without so much of a warning. A strangled cry left your throat, head thrown back as he stretched you out. Your chest was rising rapidly, breaths out of control at this new feeling.

The first few thrusts were gentle, mainly because you were squeezing him too tight to give you anything more, but once you eased up, body giving into him, Chan sped up. The palm of his hand hit your mound, slick making the small collision echo in your ears. You wouldn't know how to describe this feeling - so full in so many different ways. It’s like he knew what would make you feel good, even though he had never touched you like this before.

“Chan, feels good-“ You reached up and grabbed your boobs, squeezing to both hold on to something and to feel even better.

Chan was so close to breaking.

He moved one of your hands to take over, nipple pinched in between his fingers as he picked up the pace. “Yeah? You like this?”

You nodded, a string of whines your only verbal response.

“Good, because I fucking love this. Fuck. Can’t wait for you to squeeze my cock like this.” At the mention of what was to come, your back arched, whines increasing in volume. “Oh, you want that, don’t you? Want to know how good I can make you feel?”

“Need.” You corrected. Because it wasn’t just a want anymore - if he didn’t fuck you in the next few minutes you would combust.

With a smug smile, he pulled his fingers out, playing with your folds to gather more of your slick. You watched as Chan brought his fingers to his lips, tongue peeking out to lick. It was sinful, the way his tongue twisted around his fingers to clean every inch. Eyes rolling back and deep grunts made you long to see what he would look like between your legs.

“God, you’re sweeter than I imagined.”

The words made your body flush, almost convincing you that you could finish from the way he spoke alone.

Once he sucked his fingers clean, Chan leaned off the bed, digging into his backpack to grab a condom. He placed the foil wrapper on your stomach before taking off his sweats, watching the way your eyes widened when you saw his length for the first time.

It was embarrassing, the way you felt drool fill the front of your mouth. A cock shouldn't make you so needy, especially considering you had never taken one before.

But it was who it belonged to - you wanted Chan, so bad that you would happily drool over his cock like it was the first time over and over again.

You watched as he unwrapped the condom, sliding the tight latex over himself. He fisted his cock a few times, testing to make sure it was snug enough before he looked at you.

“Ready?”

Of course you were. If anything, you were more than ready. But you couldn’t help the nervousness that was bubbling - he was large, and while he had already prepped you a bit, you still couldn’t help but worry about how much the first stretch would hurt.

He cupped your face, tilting it up to meet his soft eyes. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

You shook your head, fingers wrapping around the wrist that held your cheek. “I’m ready. I am. Can you just kiss me? While you’re doing it?”

The depths of Chan’s love showed in the way he smiled at you, closing the gap to find your lips. It was so sweet, the movement of his lips against yours, and when the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, he swallowed every gasp and whine you gave. He didn’t stop kissing you as he pushed his member inside, groaning at the grip you had on him.

“Tell me.” He mumbled against your lips, your shallow breaths fanning his face. “Tell me if it's too much.”

Your lips trembled, body shaking as you nodded, desperately searching for his lips again. You swallowed each other’s moans and whines, and before you knew it, Chan’s hips were flush against yours, completely inside of you.

You broke the kiss, deeply breathing as you took time to acknowledge everything you were feeling. Pain from the new stretch, love from the way Chan was kissing your jawline, overwhelmed from the heat of your body making you sweat with pleasure. It was all so much, and not enough at once.

Chan kissed up your cheek, landing on your forehead as he slowly pulled out. “Can I?”

You nodded, unable to do much else, hoping that he would understand your lack of ability to speak right now.

It was Chan. Of course he understood.

Slowly, he pushed back in, and the pain eased just a bit. He didn’t pull out much - only about midway the first few times before thrusting all the way back in. The pace stayed steady as he watched you, waiting for his signal to either stop or do more.

It came when he was bottomed out, tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot. Your jaw fell slack, moans making Chan’s skin pimple.

“There?” He asked as he pulled out, only to push back in a bit rougher.

You nodded your head, legs wrapping around his waist to cling to him. Chan did it again, this time hitting it more spot on due to the new angle. Slowly, his pace picked up, length of his thrusts getting shorter as he found the perfect rhythm to fuck you.

His head nuzzled in your neck, breaths fanning over your sweaty skin. “Fuck, baby. Love the way you take my cock.”

You clenched around him, only encouraging to go faster and talk more.

“God, I’m not going to be able to stop. Never gonna be able to stop fucking this tight cunt.” Hands flew to his hair, pulling hard enough to get Chan to moan, the volume of his sinful words increasing. “Gonna let me? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want?”

“Ye-yes-“

“Good. I told you I wasn’t going to be able to stop.”

Chan pushed himself up, hands resting on either side of your head. He slammed into you harder, and while the stretch still hurt, it was easy to push to the back of your mind, especially when he smiled at you with so much love while fucking you like he couldn’t care less.

“Chan. Close-“

“Me too.” He grunted, hips sloppily moving as pleasure overwhelmed him. “Do it. Wanna know how you feel when you cum.”

Two more thrust and you were thrown into the deep in, legs spasming and cries strained as you came around Chan’s cock, just like he asked. He hissed at the feeling, pausing as he was bottomed out to fill the condom.

Your legs fell, body limp and mind blank from your orgasm. Chan pulled out, causing you to winch slightly from the soreness you were already experiencing.

He climbed off the bed, and you whined, grabbing his arm to try and bring him back to you.

“Come on.” He laughed, hands tucking underneath your sides to try and pull you off the bed. “Gotta pee and clean up before we can rest.”

You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut with physical and emotional exhaustion. “Don’t wanna. Wanna snuggle.”

“We’re going to after. Now get up, or I’ll carry you.”

One eye opened, a playful smile stretching across your face. Chan sighed, regretting giving you the option. He picked you up, letting you hug him like a koala and carried you to the en-suite bathroom.

“Do we have to do this every time?” You asked, nuzzling your head into your neck.

“What, clean up?” You nodded. “Yes, every single time.”

You threw your head back, loudly groaning in faux frustration, making Chan laugh. “God.” You said sarcastically. “Sex is the worst.”

©: chvnnie 2022

[chvnnie]

Heyy

Could you do a Lee know smut in their car and he has a daddy kink and nipple kink

It’s A Scream, Baby!

lee minho x reader

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: non idol au, soft pleasure dom!minho, sub!reader, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, reader has pierced nipples, car sex, public sex, minho refers to reader as his “play thing” once, squirting. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: the movie is boring, you’re needy, minho is hot. how did you expect this night to turn out?

a/n: anon, you sent this the morning after i had a dream involving nipple play w a skz member so this was literally perfect. bless u for giving me an excuse to write this. also, i’m making a permanent taglist masterlist (does that make sense? idk) bc im losing track of who wants on it. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN BEING ADDED TO MY PERMANENT TAGLIST, PLEASE COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK. thnx :))) also this fic contains several references to my personal favorite movie, even if reader hates it lmao.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal

The killer finally caught up to the main character, music building in dreadful anticipation of what was to come. Would he get her? Would she narrowly escape? Would the person you could have sworn died earlier in the movie come in at the last minute, sacrificing themselves for her?

If you were being honest, you didn’t really care. You had zoned out about thirty minutes in, the plot totally lost on you. How did they get here, anyway? Last you checked, her boyfriend was still detainted under suspicion of being the murderer. Was he out now?

Oh, who gives a shit?

Minho’s low chuckled filled the car, following a terrible joke from the comic relief.

Your boyfriend apparently gave a shit.

It wasn’t a surprise, given the fact that he was the one who suggested going to the drive-in. He was so excited about it, showing you the ad that popped up on his feed. The first three movies (apparently there were five? The thought of this movie having four sequels was making you lose brain cells) back to back for a whopping five dollars per car. It was a steal, and given the way his face lit up as he pitched the idea to you, you would be heartless to say no.

So that’s how you ended up in the backseat of the car, air conditioning on full blast and snuggled up under a blanket with Minho, watching as the boyfriend held a voice changer up to his mouth to reveal himself as the killer.

Huh. So he was guilty.

You looked over at your boyfriend, who was smiling like a kid in a candy shop. The movie reflected off of his glasses, almost hiding his pretty eyes that were sparkling with excitement. He wasn’t joking when he said this was his favorite movie; his reactions were almost enough to make you want to focus on the movie.

Key word: almost.

Instead you stared at him, eyes slowly taking in every inch of him. He sat with his legs spread, grey cotton shorts riding up his thighs from trying to get comfortable in the cramped backseat. The sweatshirt and hat he wore match, both stitched with the name of your shared university. The way he was wearing his hat, however, is what made you practically salivate, unable to look away. You loved when he wore it backwards, hair pushed out of the way so you could see every angle of his face. You could stare at him all day, constantly in awe of how god-like your boyfriend was.

He was much more interesting than some bad 90s horror movie.

You shifted your weight to rest your head on Minho’s shoulder, staring up at him with the slightest hint of a pout. His attention shifted from the movie to you, a small smile creeping on his face when his eyes met yours.

“Hi.” You said softly, gripping onto his right arm as you snuggled closer to him.

“Hi.” He responded, leaning in to peck the center of your forehead. “Having a good time?”

You shrug, fingers tracing a line up and down the arm you were holding. “Yeah. Kinda bored, though.”

He hummed, right hand moving under the blanket to wedge itself in between your thighs, staying close to your knees. “I’m sorry. Do you want to leave after this movie?”

“No, we can stay for the other two. I just…” the sentence trailed off as you found yourself growing shy. God, why? It’s not like you haven’t made a move on Minho before - if anything, you were the one constantly making moves. Constantly batting your eyelashes and pleading for your boyfriend to fuck you. He always gave in; no matter the time or place, if you wanted him, Minho would make sure you had him. He could never let his baby get too needy, after all.

“Just what?” Minho asked, and you could tell he was resisting the urge to smirk. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he wanted you to say it.

You opened your mouth with the intention of speaking your wants, but the way he was staring at you with eyes that were starting to grow wider with lust made your jaw snap shut. Timidly, you buried your head in his neck, too embarrassed to look at him.

With a click of his tongue, his other hand found the back of your neck and gently pulled your head up. “You gotta tell me, baby.” He whispered, the hand between your thighs prying them apart and slowly moving higher up. “I can’t help you unless you tell me.”

He paused right at the hem of your shorts, fingers teasing the edge of the athletic material as he waited patiently for you to speak. You knew him well enough to know that he would sit here all night, playing with your shorts until you explicitly told him to touch you. He never did anything without confirmation that you wanted it, and fuck, did you want it tonight. Taking a deep breath to try to calm the rapid pace at which your heart was racing, you finally spoke, lips trembling as you did so.

“I just need you to make me feel good.”

The smile he gave you had your heart doing backflips, butterflies fluttering out of your stomach and skin chilling. A smile filled with adoration, but also with just as much need for you as you had for him.

“See? That wasn’t hard.” His hand slid up over your shorts until he reached the waistline. “You know I’ll always take care of my baby.” He pinched the clenched material, pulling it back just a bit to make it snap. “Up.”

Your shorts were removed, tossed to the front seat of the car. Once your legs were spread open enough for his liking, Minho kissed you, his tongue wasting no time finding yours. You melted into the kiss, body immediately relaxing at the familiar taste. Minho used the hand on your neck to tilt your head, effectively deepening the kiss as his other hand began to rub your pussy over your panties. You moaned, hips lifting slightly to feel his strokes better.

“God, baby, you’re so wet.” He mumbled between kisses, spit covered lips glimmering in the light of the movie. “Have you been this wet the whole time?”

“Yes. All night, Min-“

At the sound of his nickname, Minho rolled his eyes, the fingers that were teasing you moving up to your clit and lightly pinching it over your panties. He held onto it, rubbing the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’s not my name, is it, baby?” He said with a raised voice to be sure you heard him over your moans.

You shook your head, a string of no’s falling from your lips. The way he was pinching you was so gentle, but firm enough to shoot waves of pain up your body, making the pleasure that much more intense and limiting your capability to think.

“What is it? Come on, say it. I really don’t feel like punishing you tonight-“

“Daddy.” You cried out, head tossing back and hitting the back window of the car. “You’re Daddy. Please, please Daddy, just touch me.”

Before you could even finish your sentence, his hand was down your panties, finally touching you without a barrier. It felt so good, the way he played with your folds, fingers knowing exactly where to put more pressure and where to back off.

“There we go. There’s Daddy’s good girl.” His voice was low, and if you weren’t already covered in goosebumps, you were sure just the sound of him practically growling would have your entire body chilled. “Always the most perfect play thing for me, aren’t you?”

While his filthy words flooded your senses, his other hand was pushing your oversized shirt up until your chest was revealed to him. If asked, Minho would say he didn’t have a “favorite” part of your body. He thought you were an absolute masterpiece - every curve, scar, freckle, and stretch mark never failing to make his mouth water. But he always found himself drawn to your chest and the perfect way your breasts fit in his hands and his mouth. When you got them pierced and he couldn’t touch them for months, Minho thought he was going to lose his mind - and in all fairness, he absolutely did and made up for every second he lost after they were healed.

Minho shifted his body so that he was in front of you, uncomfortably kneeling on the floor of the car. “Hold.” He commanded, and your hands immediately flew to your shirt, holding it up by your collarbones. Now face to face with your chest, Minho wetted his lips before latching onto you without warning. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he decided that this was the perfect moment to shove two fingers covered in your slick inside of you.

“F-fuck.” You whined, back arching with pleasure. “Fuck, daddy, j-just like that. Oh my god-“

You looked down at him to see your boyfriend staring at you wickedly, smiling against your chest as his free hand began to play with your other nipple. He toyed with the piercing with both his tongue and fingers, the sensation making your jaw drop, nothing but loud whines leaving your mouth.

He let go of your breast, fingers thrusting rapidly in and out of you as he looked up at you. “Squeezing my fingers so tight baby. You like that? Like it when daddy plays with your pretty tits?”

All you could do was nod, words failing to form at the moment. You lifted your hips, pushing yourself further down on his fingers to silently beg for more.

Minho got the hint.

“Oh? Gonna fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers, baby?” He asked, a large smile on his face. “Gonna make yourself come while I play with you some more?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, taking your other breast in his mouth and biting down on the nipple. His fingers paused, letting you control the tempo as you pathetically tried to bounce on them. It was enough, though; the feeling of Minho alternating his teeth and tongue, and hand teasing the other nipple helping to tighten the rope in your lower belly.

Pussy clenching around his fingers, you watched his eyes roll back in pleasure, the groan he released making your chest jiggle. He looked delicious, eyes shut in satisfaction as he focused on helping you get off.

Fuck, Minho was incredible.

You were about to attempt to ask for permission when you felt his cold thumb press against your clit, only moving left to right once before the dam broke. You screamed, cumming hard around his fingers. It gushed out in a spray, drenching the seat of the car and Minho’s sweatshirt. Only when he was sure you were finished did he let go of your tit, removing his fingers from your fluttering cunt.

Minho climbed back onto the seat next to you, head thrown back as he panted like he was the one who just squirted all over the backseat of the car. You rolled your head over to look at him, the same wide smile still painted his face.

“Fuck.” He said, turning to meet your gaze. “That was one hell of a scream, baby.”

©: chvnnie 2022

[chvnnie]

Ok I’ve been thinking about the changbin hips part in maniac and how he puts his non mic hand behind him so that theres no obstruction from the pelvis and how the move right after makes the whole thing look like hes fucking you from behind and then slaps your ass

Thats it ive just been dealing with that visual since the release and im a mess because daddy dom changbin has been wearing on me for a while

hi!!! so sorry this took so long - i’ve been extra busy lately but this honestly has eaten me ALIVE since you sent it and i’m SO GLAD I FINALLY GOT TO FINISH IT. I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY

Dress

seo changbin x reader

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: daddy dom!changbin, sub!reader, changbin’s thoughts are absolutely filthy, mentions of oral, teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (come on. just don’t), tears, they both fuck each other dumb, breeding kink, god they’re so in love. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW

a/n: my breeding kink has been through the roof lately and i’m making it everybody’s problem.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents seo changbin as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

It all started with a dress.

That stupid fucking dress.

It wasn’t like this dress was special, or even new. There was no reason for it to invoke such a reaction in Changbin, but it did.

When he saw you coming down the stairs in that white dress, the one with the puff sleeves and square neckline with a tie in the front, his heartbeat suddenly became very prominent in between his thighs. Changbin always thought you looked so pretty in it, but something about it tonight made his mind blank, unable to do anything but stare at you with a gaping mouth.

He didn’t have much time, nor the brain power, to consider why something you wore often had him feeling so primal, before you sat next to him on the couch. A hand resting on his knee, you leaned in and pressed a small kiss on the corner of his lip, lipgloss leaving a stain. On instinct, Changbin licked his lips to remove the gloss, and had to swallow the groan that threatened to release.

Strawberry. Fucking strawberry lipgloss that was shining under the cool light of the sitting room and made your lips look so delicious. His mind began to run with thoughts of how smooth they would feel against his, or how pretty they would look wrapped around his cock. The way the sticky texture of it would rub off on his shaft, feeling the skin tug as you bobbed your head up and down. Or the way it would look smeared across your face, mixed with drool and his cum after he finished all over your face.

Fuck, what were you doing to him?

You looked at your boyfriend, blinking with concern. “Everything alright, Binnie?”

Oh there you go again. Binnie. The way it rolled off your tongue would never not drive him insane. It just always sounded so good, especially when-

“Fine.” He responded, clearing his throat so you wouldn’t hear his voice waver. “You look stunning, honey.” Changbin leaned in, placing a small kiss on your hairline.

Add your scent to the list of things that were overwhelming him tonight. Clean linen mixed with the soft smell of roses and something that was purely you. God, it was incredible, the way you could do absolutely nothing and have Changbin slobbering all over you.

A smile graced your face, other hand reaching up to wipe the excess lipgloss off his lips. “You looked lost in your thoughts. Just wanted to make sure you were still here with me.”

He wasn’t. No, his mind was far, far away at the moment, imagining all the ways he wanted to take you tonight. Changbin gripped your wrist, keeping your hand on his face as he pressed a butterfly kiss to your thumb. You blushed at the action, letting your hand linger before slipping away.

The rest of the evening wasn’t any better. When he invited you on his family vacation, he didn’t think he’d be spending it chugging water at a nice restaurant to try and calm his body.

It was everything you did. The way you twisted the cloth napkin around your fingers during conversation, how you broke your bread off into tiny pieces before you took the bites, the way your skin would flush any time his parents spoke to you as if you two hadn’t been together for years at this point. Everything you did made resisting the urge to pick you up and throw you on the table harder.

Changbin didn’t know if he could contain himself much longer. Apparently, luck was on his side tonight. When the check came, his mother brought up their plans to grab ice cream and walk on the beach during sunset, extending the invitation to you and Changbin.

“I would love to, but I actually have a bit of a headache.” You answered before Changbin could even think of an excuse. “I’m so sorry, but I’ll have to pass.” You turned to your boyfriend, hand searching for his under the table. Finding it, you gave it a tight squeeze. “Don’t feel like you have to stay in because of me, Bin.”

Like he would even consider passing up an evening alone with you.

Upon entering the vacation home, it took Changbin forty five seconds to have you in your shared bedroom with the door locked, on all fours with your ass arched up, panties pulled down just enough to show off your dripping core.

Changbin kneeled behind you on the bed, fingers opening the lips of your pussy up to see more of you. He leaned in, licking a slow stripe down the center of your silt. Your thighs shook as he took his time, tasting every inch of you.

“So sweet, baby girl.” He blew on your core, the cool air making your skin goosebump. “I love the way you taste.”

You whined, pushing your hips back to feel more of his mouth on you.

Typically, he’d entertain your bratty actions, smiling as he put you back in your place. Tonight, however, after the way you riled him up, Changbin was having none of it.

The sound of his hand colliding with your right cheek echoed in the room. He spanked you again, this time with enough force to jolt you forward.

“Stay still or I won’t fuck you at all tonight.” Changbin growled, knowing it was a lie. Every second outside of your cunt was pure agony. “You don’t get to be needy tonight. You’ll take whatever I give you, and fucking thank me for it. Do you understand?”

His hand cupped your cheek, readying himself to spank you yet again if your response wasn’t to his satisfaction.

Instead, you turned your head, wide puppy eyes meeting his lust blown ones. “Yes, daddy. Thank you daddy.”

Changbin smirked, hand rubbing the handprint he left on you while the other was busy caressing your clit. “Always such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby?”

A gasp fell from your lips, whimpers close behind it. “Yes, daddy.”

He hummed as he continued to slowly toy with your clit, enjoying the way you were already squirming from his touch. His thumb began to rub your entrance, teasing gently before shoving just the tip of it inside you. Your elbows gave out, now resting your cheek on your mattress as Changbin teased you.

“Daddy, please.” Your whines were so pathetic, but so pretty. Just like you. “Want your cock in me.”

“You do?” His coos were condescending, thumb fucking you at a snail’s pace. He wanted to continue on with his teasing, he truly did, but then he heard the way you sniffled when you whined, and Changbin decided that you, and his cock, had had enough. “You know daddy can never say no to you.”

A cry of relief left your mouth as Changbin moved away. Cock aligned with your heat, he pushed in slowly, the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him going straight to his head. Once he was completely in you, only then did he pull out, hips moving in circles as he fucked you slowly.

Your hands gripped the comforter, moaning as he continued the circular movements. Something about the way he moved was making you melt, dissolving into nothing below him.

But it wasn’t enough. The movement of his hips was wonderful, letting you feel every inch of him and the way he stretched you out was divine. If only he would fuck you a little bit faster, a little bit harder-

You looked behind you. Changbin had both hands on your ass, spreading you open to watch. His was in a trance, eyes fixed on where the two of you met, teeth tugging his bottom lip in. He was gone, brain completely focused on how much he loved being buried inside you.

The best thing about Changbin is when he fucks you, he fucks you both dumb.

“Daddy?” You meekly whispered, making puppy eyes at him. He looked at you, taking in your expression and the tremble of your lip, little whines slipping through.

You didn’t need to say anything else.

He smiled wickedly, one hand moving off of your ass as the other held you steady. “Of course, I forgot.” The rotation of his hips stayed the same, but the pace changed suddenly, speeding up and ramming into you. “Baby needs daddy to fuck her like a whore.”

You threw your head back, moans turning into screams as Changbin fucked you harder. His thrusts, while fast and rough, were calm and thorough. He wanted you to feel every inch of him, wanted you to feel just as good as he did.

“You’re so-“ hard thrust “-fucking-“ even harder “-filthy, baby.” He accentuated the last bit with a firm smack on your behind, the hit making your body vibrate. “Just having my cock is never enough, huh? Always need more and more of me.” The next sentence fell from his lips without much thought, but after Changbin said it, he felt his entire body shiver, goosebumps covering every bit of exposed skin.

“Just won’t stop until daddy fucks a baby into you, will you? Fine then, fucking take it.”

Changbin pulled out of you, and before you could protest, he flipped you over, throwing your legs over his shoulders and slammed his cock inside you. His thrusts were harder this time, nails digging into your hips as he held you still. Your hands grabbed his hair, pulling him down for a kiss.

He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t fucking stop until he was sure you were so full of him that you were leaking. Never have your kisses tasted so good, never have you squeezed him so tight, never have you made Changbin so fucking dumb, he was surprised he had any brain function left.

A particularly hard thrust made you break the kiss, head thrown back as you cried out for him.

“Bin-bin. I-“ you could barely speak, the sensations overwhelming you. “Ba-Baby been good? Baby cum?”

Changbin stared at you, and found himself lost. Your smeared lipgloss. Your mascara stained cheeks. Your wide, empty eyes that were staring into his. The scent of roses and taste of strawberries warming him up and make him melt.

He was never really sure love existed, not to this extent at least, until he met you. Until he fell for you. Maybe that’s why a simple dress made Changbin so insane - because it was you who wore it, and there was no one he would rather be with, no one he would rather spend his life with or do everything with other than you.

It’s always been you. It will always be you.

Changbin slowed down slightly, hand coming up to cup your face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, the softest smile painting his face. “Baby’s been so good for daddy.” He whispered, voice shaking with his impending orgasm and the tears filling his eyes. The kiss he pressed on your nose was so sweet, so gentle that it made you cry. You were as broken as Changbin was. “Please look at me. Look at me while we cum together. I want to remember how pretty you look when I give you my babies.”

You did look at him. Neither of you even dared to blink as you both reached your climax, Changbin pumping into you well after he emptied out. Just to be sure. Just to be safe.

He pulled his softening cock out, you wincing at the sudden emptiness. Exhaustion took over and Changbin fell on top of you, resting his head on your collar bones. The two of you laid there in silence, listening to the sounds of each other’s breaths and heartbeats.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer until his body was completely pressed against yours. “I love you, Changbin.” You whispered so soft, so gently that the words threatened to evaporate in the air.

It was then that Changbin began to cry. Body shaking, hot tears pooling on the shoulder of your dress, he sobbed into you.

A love this pure shouldn’t exist. It was too innocent for this world, for anyone to feel, let alone him. But you chose him; you loved him like that, even if he didn’t deserve it. Your love for him was so untainted, so spotless and perfect. He wasn’t worthy of it, and never thought he would be, but he would spend all of eternity trying to be a man worthy of your love.

taglist: @lix-ables

©: chvnnie 2022

[chvnnie]

OK I SENT THE ANON FOR DRESS AND IVE READ IT LIKE 17 TIMES TODAY IM A MESS THANK YOU FOR LITERALLY KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED BLESS YOU BLESS CHANGBIN BLESS SKZ OKAY THANK YOU BYE

OH MY GOD NO THANK Y O U FOR SENDING THAT REQUEST??? LIKE HONESTLY THE WAY YOU BLESSED MY BRAIN? I’M SO GLAD IT LIVED UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS, THANK YOU SM FOR YOUR REQUEST! I’M SO GLAD YOU LOVE IT!

[chvnnie]

me reblogging this for ✨reasons✨ and bc i think it’s the most underrated fic in my catalog

Idk where this falls under but like, domestic life with Han Jisung sounds so good to me rn, specifically with this scenario:

You arrive home (from work, grocery shopping, buying stuff, etc) and what you don't expect is for Jisung to be sitting on the couch watching TV completely shirtless with Bbama sleeping on top of him. (oh to sleep on jisungs tiddies—)

The sight instantly makes you melt and you just smother the two with welcome kisses and cuddles

(depends on if the couple keeps it pg or moves things to the bedroom 👀👀)

listen. LISTEN. domestic jisung is honestly all i think about. you’re speaking my language with this request, anon.

Friday

han jisung x gn reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff, suggestive content - MINORS DNI

warnings: absolute fluff, reader has no pronouns, mentions of painkillers (given in a medical setting), mentions of restraints, suggestive content, like a sentence of dirty talk at the end, not proofread bc i thrive in chaos

summary: jisung is the best remedy for a bad day.

a/n: the way i said i wasn’t going to post another drabble yet and here i am, doing just that. thank you for all the requests! if i haven’t answered yours yet, please be patient! i promise i saw it, and i promise i’ll write it :) also, thank you so much for everyone who has sent things in! the way you’ve all supported me and my content means the world to me. i hope you enjoy!

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

Today might have been the worst day of your college career.

It was your busy day, which meant you were in class from 8:00-12:00, getting a short hour break before you were back in class from 2:00-5:00. To make the day busier, your advisor asked to meet you during your break today, which meant you didn’t have time to relax.

The morning classes were awful and long, one throwing in a surprise test (the professor clarified it was not a quiz, but a test and that there’s no way you shouldn’t be prepared for it) and another assigning a fourteen page paper due by the end of next week. The meeting with your advisor was less than ideal, and you left it on edge and late for your first afternoon class. All the afternoon classes were nothing to write home about, but after the morning you had, everything annoyed you.

All you wanted to do was go home, order pizza, and watch movies with Jisung. That’s it. You didn’t feel like you were asking much.

You didn’t come into the apartment quietly. Hands full of books, your laptop, and your travel mug, you kicked the door shut with a slam and slipped out of your shoes, the converse bouncing off the wall. A book slipped out of your hand and the thud it made definitely would get you a noise complaint. What-fucking-ever. Just another bad thing to add to a god awful day.

“Ji, I’m home.” You called out, fumbling around until you reached the small kitchen table. Dropping your books and laptop on it, you slid the heavy backpack off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Walking to the sink, you didn’t notice the lack of greeting until your cup was rinsed and there wasn’t a 5’7” man tackling you against the counter. You pulled out your phone to see if he said anything about not being here when you got home, but your text inbox was empty. He didn’t have class on Friday, and typically stayed in all day if he didn’t have anywhere to be.

Strange. This wasn’t like him at all.

You walked to the bedroom, but were only greeted with an unmade bed and an empty computer chair. There was evidence Jisung was here recently; the empty soda can next to at least five empty water bottles on the desk, a half eaten bag of chips, one of Bbama’s hundred chew toys at the foot of the chair, and most importantly, the home screen of a game still pulled up.

Odd.

You went back to the front door. His shoes were still there, his car keys thrown on the small table by the door used primarily to pile mail on, his bike leaning against the opposite wall. He should be here.

But he wasn’t in the bedroom, his usual Friday haunt.

He didn’t greet you immediately.

Where could he be?

You walked into the living room, and kicked yourself for not checking it first.

When the two of you moved in together, you agreed to buy a new couch. Deciding to spend a little extra on a nicer couch, you picked a grey sectional. The cushions were incredibly soft, it was easy to clean, and most importantly - it was large and deep. You could sit in the middle of the cushion and your feet still wouldn’t touch the ground. It’s very common for you to climb onto the couch, intending to watch tv, and falling asleep before the first episode is even over. It’s your favorite piece of furniture you own. It’s also something you and Jisung fight over the most.

The corner of the sectional where both ends meet is your favorite spot. And Jisung’s. And Bbama’s. So when all three of you are on the couch, it is a full blown battle to see who gets the coziest spot. Jisung is relentless when it comes to that corner; he has not hesitated to push you off the couch before and he’d do it in a heartbeat. You would be mad if you didn’t match that aggression, often literally kicking him out of the spot to have it to yourself. One time you even sprained your wrist as you dove over the back of the couch to get there first.

“You did that on purpose to get first dibs on the corner.” Jisung said to you in the emergency room that night. “Don’t think I don’t see through this.”

You just smirked, painkillers going straight to your head. “So does that mean I get it when we get home?”

He gave it to you that night.

The next day, he was back to throwing hands and wrestling you to the ground for it (carefully, because he didn’t want to hurt your wrist more).

So it wasn’t surprising to see Jisung curled up in that corner, legs spread out onto the chaise. The windows were opened, the spring breeze drafting in and making the room feel more fresh and cool. He sat slightly slouched, head barely visible over the edge of the couch. You walked over to him, ready to jump and claim the corner for yourself when you melted into a puddle.

Jisung was shirtless, clothed only in short, black cotton shorts. The backwards cap on his head told you he opted not to do his hair today, brown ends curling underneath it. His head was tilted slightly to the left, eyes focused on the show playing on the television a few feet away. Bbama laid on his chest, the white ball of fluff letting wheezy dog snores fill the room. Jisung had his airpods in - he sometimes liked to connect them to the tv when he was home alone so as not to disturb Bbama or your noise sensitive neighbors. His fingers stroked up and down the dog’s back as if he was comforting the animal. The two of them looked incredibly cozy, and never in your life have you seen something so incredibly precious.

A part of you didn’t want to ruin the moment. The other part was left a bit left out.

In the end, the latter won.

You circled around the couch, Jisung catching your movement in his peripherals. Before he could even remove a headphone, you were on top of him, hands cupping his face as you smothered him with kisses. Anywhere your lips met skin, you kissed; in between his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, his squishy cheeks. Jisung giggled underneath you and made a piss poor attempt to wiggle away from the kisses.

“Baby.” He whined between the laughs. “Let me up.”

“No.” You continued the assault, kisses drifting to his ears and neck. Any skin that was exposed, you would cover with kisses. It was what you deserved after the day you had, and what Jisung deserved for looking so damn cute in his little shorts and baseball cap.

Bbama, who was just now waking up, squirmed out from between you and Jisung, directing a small bark at the two of you.

“Aw, you jealous? Want some kisses too?” You let go of Jisung, leaning off of him to try and grab the dog. Bbama moved before you could grab him and ran off, effectively escaping the kiss attack you had launched on the two of them.

With you distracted, Jisung took the opportunity to tackle you. He pushed you onto the couch, hands pinning your wrists down as he began his counterattack, returning all the kisses you gave him. You squirmed, laughs filling the apartment as his lips tickled your skin.

“Let me go.” You laughed, trying to lift your arms up.

“No. Mine.” Jisung said, kisses not halting even for a second. Just as you were, Jisung was determined to kiss any part of skin he could find. The weather was nice today, so you chose to wear a tank top, leaving your collarbones free game.

When his lips brushed against them, you unconsciously arched your back, a whine slipping through your laughter. Jisung didn’t mean to get that reaction from you - in fact, he forgot your collarbones were one of your weak spots until he kissed them. But he wasn’t mad about it either.

Jisung rested his chin on your chest, looking up at you. “How was your day?”

He watched your smile turn into a small frown, and he hated himself for ruining the moment. “Not great.”

“I’m sorry.” His thumbs stroked the wrists he was still pinning down, unwilling to let them go just yet. “Anything I can do?”

You shrugged. “Just wanna spend time with you.”

He felt his face flush. Two years together, and you still weren’t sick of him. You still came home everyday wanting to be around him, still texted him throughout the day when he wasn’t around, still got excited to see him. He was happy he wasn’t the only one who still got butterflies. When he first sees you in the morning, eyes partially open and breath stale from sleep, the butterflies reignite and take over, not stopping for a beat until he falls asleep next to you at night. The next morning, they wake again, beating faster than the day before.

And you felt that way. About him. He still couldn’t fathom it, the idea still unbelievable to him. But everyday, he counted every lucky star he had and thanked them for you.

It was a blessing to be loved by you.

“I’m always happy to spend time with you, my love. Anything you want me to do?” He asked.

“You could let my arms go.” You pushed against his hand for emphasis.

“No way. You’ll tickle me if I do.”

The hint of mischief in your eyes confirmed that you would in fact tickle him the moment your hands were free.

“Besides-” he brought his head back up, leaning into you. His lips brushed slightly against yours, close enough to kiss you but refusing to close the gap. “-I like when you’re restrained for me.”

You smirked up at your boyfriend, hips raising to brush against his. “Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?”

The chuckle that he released filled you with both fear and excitement for what was to come.

Jisung adjusted your arms, grabbing both wrists with one of his hands. The other traveled down your body before it landed on the waistline of your shorts, pushing them off along with your underwear.

“Spread your legs, baby. You’re not going to stop cumming until I’m sick of it.”

[chvnnie]

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Mommytober Series 2022- Day 27

Aftercare w Lee Know (Stray Kids)

This is pure filth and does not portray an accurate representation of the stated Kpop idol.

Dom!Lee Know x Sub!Gn Reader

Summary: Lee Know's aftercare routine consists of giving you Gatorade and making a nutritious and nourishing meal for you.

Content Includes: fluff, praise, domestic Lee Know, mentions of c*m, hint of oral sex (m receiving), hugging, acts of services.

Requested By: 🍒 Anon

'You did so well honey, I'm so proud of you'.

Lee Know was lying on top of you, his head buried into the crook of your neck and he placed soft kisses along your jaw.

Your throat was still sore from Lee Know's cock thrusting into it so all that came out was a garbled 'thank you' as soft fingers stroked Lee Know's hair.

The air felt cool as Lee Know pulled away from you, he stood up and clasped your hand firmly.

'I'm just going to get you some Gatorade okay? You need to hydrate yourself'.

You responded with a nod and watched Lee Know pull on grey trackies before he left the room.

Moments later, you were pressed against the headboard with the sheet covering you.

You were exhausted, a bit sore but you felt relieved and content.

Lee Know entered the room again with a small smile on his face, his chest still gleaming with sweat and a few hickies were highlighted on his neck.

'Here you go honey, just drink it slowly okay?' His voice was soft, almost parent-like in a way.

He cupped your chin slightly to open your jaw as he poured the Gatorade into your mouth.

He would watch you swallow and then take a deep breath and repeated until the bottle was half-empty.

'I want to make some food for us, are you okay to freshen up while I do that?' He asked, his persona completely different to the man that had just pumped 3 loads into you 10 minutes ago.

'I'm okay, I like to have some time alone anyway. It helps me get back into reality', a small smile responded to Lee Know's, your voice still husky but more powerful after the Gatorade.

Lee Know's thumb stroked the top of your hand before lifting it to his mouth and pressing a few kisses around the knuckles.

'Okay, take your time and don't rush.' He grabbed your wrists and slowly pulled you to your feet, finishing by placing a kiss on your cheek and gently breathing an 'I love you' to your ear before walking to the kitchen.

You turned the lights and the heater on in the bathroom to keep you warm whilst you were nude.

The aftercare routine began of you wiping away the excess sweat and dripped mascara with micellar water and a cotton pad.

After the cotton pad discarded you pulled the wet wipes out from the drawer and started cleaning underneath your underarms, around your stomach and grabbing an extra wipe to clean away the excess cum and lube that had settled into the crevices of your thighs and folds.

You would usually shower after you had your meal, it was a successful agreement between you and Lee Know.

Lee Know would always give you Gatorade and make you a meal whilst you wiped yourself down in the bathroom.

The routine lasted 10 minutes before you pulled on some loose pyjamas pants and a baggy t-shirt before walking to the kitchen.

Lee Know was still shirtless you could see his toned back as he was stirring ramen over the stove-top.

Damn? How did I get so lucky? You thought as you watched him for a couple of seconds and admired his toned body.

You slowly sauntered over to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, a jolt of surprise went through his body and you feel his belly vibrate from the chuckle.

'You scared me, you're always so quiet' He placed his hands over yours and the two of you stood in silence, swaying back and forth and just feeling the moment of each other's presence.

'Go sit down and pick a movie, food will be ready in 15 minutes'.

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