#stray kids jealous

[meongppangz]

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[faunandfloraas]

fav skz // Thor Sunbaenim

[christronomy]

chris absolutely loves when you kiss his cock before taking him in your mouth, especially when you start at the base and slowly work your way up. the soft pressure of your lips against him makes him so incredibly hard so fast that he feels like he might cum just from that alone. if you fondle his balls while slowly licking a long stripe from base to his leaky tip, he swears he sees stars, especially if you kiss it after. also loves when you take only the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up his precum to tease him, then pull off to kiss his thighs and lower abdomen while stroking him gently. like imagine the pretty faces and sounds he'd make, the way he'd probably toss his head back, chuckling and hissing softly, shivering cause of how good it feels. his eyes roll back so hard when he feels you moan against his cock too. definitely the type to take fistfuls of your hair and thrust up into your mouth a little bit, cause that makes him antsy since it feels so good. when he cums it's such a sight, should be recorded and put in a fuckin' museum, cause he just looks and sounds too good. definitely a back archer and let's out the loudest, prettiest moans and sighs. he'd just be sooo fuckin' vocal. uses his words too cause he can't go without telling you how good you're being for him. "that's it, baby, your pretty lips feel so good 'round my cock. just like that." "gonna cum in that cute lil mouth of yours. you want it, pretty baby?" "god, you're so good at getting me all worked up, know how to tease me just right. should reward you for that later, hmm?"

[milkistay]

STRAY KIDS and jealousy

pairing. skz x gn!reader

format. headcanons

chan

- on one hand, he’s so used to being level-headed and being the one to alleviate rough situations - he’s a leader after all - but on the other hand, he can’t help but get irrationally jealous sometimes - and he beats himself up over it because he knows he’s better than this - he has a possessive quality about him, especially when it’s you - but what he also has is the fantastic ability to recognize his feelings and know how to properly process them - so when he gets jealous, he takes time to himself to calm down and think more rationally - when he reenters the situation, he feels more himself and is reminded how much he loves and trusts you - you two talk it out a bit and swap reassurances of love and it works out <3

minho

- will take it seriously if you betray his trust - even if he gets jealous on his own accord, he’s not the most amicable - maybe he jumps to conclusions a bit fast and ends up shutting you out to try and protect himself and his feelings - can tend to get uncommunicative which makes it difficult to reach him - his intentions aren’t malicious, he just immediately goes into self-preservation mode - it often takes him talking to one of the other members for them to make him realize he’s overreacting - then he talks to you and you work it out - his jealousy can become a point of contention in your relationship but it’s nothing you can’t work out and make less serious as time goes on - at the end of the day you love each other

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changbin

- feels the need to overcompensate :(( - turns up his comedy to try and make you laugh more than the person he’s jealous of - just tries to remind you why he’s better by showing off his charm - after a while, he starts to feel a bit silly - when you two are finally alone, then he’ll be transparent with how he’s feeling and try to work his emotions out with you - you’re always willing to have the conversations he needs to have - and you both leave feeling closer and more confident in your relationship - changbin king of communication!

hyunjin

- doesn’t tend to get jealous because he is such a romantic and loves with his WHOLE heart so if he’s getting into a relationship, he’s making sure there is SO much love between him and his partner - so if he gets in a relationship with you, you best believe he trusts you fully - so when he does get jealous, it’s not that he’s worried something will happen - he more so just gets a bit sad because he’s missing you - he doesn’t expect to be at the center of your attention 24/7 but it just saddens him a bit when you’re spending more time with someone else - he just misses you! - but then he sees you again and you go out and everything’s okay again

jisung

- he turns his jealousy inwards on himself rather than you or the person he’s jealous of - it sort of just heightens his insecurities - makes him spiral into why he’s not good enough for you - even though that’s not the case at all - also blames himself for feeling that way because it makes him feel foolish - just lets himself take all of the punches from his jealousy - doesn’t want to be stupid and get you involved - but it doesn’t take much to pull him out of that spiral - just a little bit of assurance that you love him and he’s all smiles again

felix

- felix has a big heart and cares a lot about the health of your relationship - if he gets jealous or feels insecure as a partner, he wants to do everything he can to fix it - usually this will be talking it out with you - but he rarely takes the lead in these conversations - instead, he shares all of his feelings and thoughts and looks to you for advice - sometimes he’ll ask his others members for advice as to not burden you with his issues - he just wants to find a solution that works for the both of you, whether that’s spending more time together, giving one another more assurance, etc. - he’s not one to shut you out or take time to himself, he’s more one to jump into a back-and-forth with you to figure out how to keep jealousy at bay

seungmin

- doesn’t really get jealous  - hates the feeling cause he’s just making discomfort for himself - trusts you and respects your decisions to spend time with whoever you want - as long as you come home to him at the end of the day and you fall asleep in his arms, who’s he to complain? - if he DOES somehow get jealous, he just gets upset at himself - takes some time away from the situation to put it in perspective and figure his emotions out - ends up just ignoring it until it goes away

jeongin

- he may have a jealous instinct - but he has more of a communication instinct - so when he gets jealous, he channels his natural fervor into confronting you directly to talk it out - he’s very honest and blunt with how he’s feeling and expect you to be the same - doesn’t appreciate it if you dance around the issue - so be transparent with him and the issue gets solved just like that - his other method is removing himself from the situation and sitting with himself or with another member to work out his feelings independently - he’s a mature one, very good at working out relationship issues

[y4z1]

Considering how much of a romantic Hyunjin is and how he'd do literally anything for his girl/you (delusion is key), giving you princess treatment like caressing your feet and putting on your heels for you, giving you his shoes when your feet hurt, draping a jacket over you when your cold, running his hand through your hair while your asleep. But the most chic thing I think he'd do, is definitely braid your hair before you sleep. Maybe you just simply don't know how to braid your own hair, he'd do it for you, every single night. No matter how tired he is, he'd carefully braid your hair with soft, feather touches, making sure not to hurt or pull a hair, while he breathes in the scent of your coconut scented shampoo. Obviously would also get distracted at how beautiful you look focused on the TV so seriously that he'd end up overlapping the right section into the middle twice. After he's done he'd lightly run his hands across your soft hair making sure he got all the loose strands, then would give you a goodnight kiss, which would later turn into dozens, before tucking you into bed—and giving you another kiss

[christakisbang]

[oceanografista]

soonie, doongie and dori must be proud ♥

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[forthetaintedmemes]

Chuuya: What are you doing?!

Dazai: Trying to win my boyfriend back.

Chuuya: What boyfriend?

Dazai: Sigma

Chuuya: Sigma's not your boyfriend, I'm your boyfriend!

Dazai: Say that again?

Chuuya, blushing: No.

Dazai with an evil smile and recorder: It's ok I've got it right here.

[jae-bummer]

The Greatest Betrayal

Request: hey !! would you mind doing this prompt: "I'm not jealous!" with changbin please? (he’s the one getting jealous)

Prompt:

7) "I'm not jealous!"

Pairing: Stray Kids Changbin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Your eyes were glued to your small phone screen, darting back and forth to catch every movement from the idols' bodies. You knew that this comeback was going to be good, but you couldn't possibly prepare yourself for exactly how good. The moment you felt tears begin to prickle behind your eyes, you knew you were done for.

"Y/N!" you heard a raspy voice yell. Instantly dabbing at the small amount of fluid that escaped your eyes, you tried to act like everything was normal.

"Yeah?" you called, only for your voice to crack.

A small shuffling sound greeted you instead of a response as Changbin turned the corner. His eyes were squinted, and he had the quilt from his bed pulled around his shoulders. "What are you doing?"

"You know," you coughed, locking your phone and setting it down. "Just hanging out."

Lifting a brow, he shuffled further into the room before plopping on the couch beside you. Leaning his head on your shoulder, he let out a heavy sigh.

"What?"

"I thought we were going to nap," he whined. "Do you know how long it's been since we've buddy-napped?"

"Buddy-napped?" you asked, lifting your brows.

"You know," he groaned. "You get your nap buddy and get comfy in bed and go to sleep holding hands."

"I was not aware of these rules when agreeing we should try to nap," you laughed, reaching up to run your fingers over his disheveled hair.

"I shouldn't have had to tell you," he pouted. "Everyone knows the rules of the buddy-napping system."

"Everyone but me, I guess," you chuckled. Binnie was so clingy and cute when he was sleepy. You often forgot that your boyfriend needed you just as much (if not more) than you needed him. He had very few comforts in his day to day, and you were happy to be one of them.

"Why'd you get up anyway?" he muttered. "You could've watched your phone in bed."

"No reason," you said a bit too quickly. Internally cringing, you knew he would pick up on the misstep.

As expected, Changbin leaned away from you and gave you a scrutinizing look. "Secrets don't make friends."

"It's not a secret," you sighed. "I just wanted to watch something without disturbing you."

"Why would it disturb me?" he asked, reaching for your phone.

Knowing your boyfriend and how reactionary he was, you knew exactly why it would disturb him, but you weren't in the mood to tell him about himself.

Placing your hand over your lock screen, you side-eyed him. "It was a video I wanted to watch and I didn't want it to be too loud."

Peeling your fingers away from the phone one by one, Changbin stuck out his bottom lip. "Have you ever slept in a dorm with seven other men? You hear just about every noise the human body can make. I've slept through them all."

"Gross."

"If it wasn't a big deal," Changbin huffed as you scooted your phone even further away. "Why can't I see?"

"I love you," you said slowly, trying to prepare him for the next sentence. "But you have a way of....taking a small thing and making it a very big thing if your feelings are hurt."

"And why would it hurt my feelings?" he asked, his voice going up a couple of levels in volume. No turning back now. He wasn't going to drop it.

Rolling your eyes, you finally threw your phone into his lap and looked away. Easily unlocking your screen, he looked from your phone, to you, back to your phone, and finally leveled a glare in your direction. "The betrayal!"

You let out a choked laugh. "Now that's a bit much."

"Why are you looking at other meeeen!" he whined, flailing around dramatically. "I'm going to die of a broken heart and I want it to be written in my obituary that you were the cause!"

"More like you died of a jealousy-induced heart attack," you grinned, snatching your phone back.

"I'm not jealous!" he gasped. "Why would you say I'm jealous? I am the picture of security within myself and our relationship. There has never been anyone less jealous than me in the history of...well...ever!"

You glanced down at your screen, the sounds of Ateez's comeback playing quietly behind Changbin's complaining.

"Oh yes," you chuckled. "This is exactly how someone who isn't jealous would react to their partner watching another group's performance."

"Just..." he muttered. "Why Ateez? We know them! That's weird!"

"I liked them before we ever met, Binnie," you sighed. "You knew that."

"I did," he nodded. "That's why I've never introduced you to Wooyoung."

Lifting your brows, you stared at him.

"He's just really charming and good looking!" Changbin grumbled. "And you liked him before you ever met me! Just like you said!"

"I don't even know any of them," you laughed. Leaning over, you wrapped your arms tightly around his wide torso and nuzzled your face into his neck.

"No!" he yelled. Making no motion to push you off, he instead tangled his strong arms around yours. "No making it up to me! My feelings are already hurt!"

Tilting your face, you kissed the underside of his jaw lightly. "You'd have to be jealous in order for your feelings to be hurt. Don't you think?"

"My feelings are hurt because I've been betrayed!" he pouted, his fire slowly dying out the longer you held him. "You're only supposed to like me and listen to Stray Kids."

"Exclusively?"

"Mhm," he confirmed, pressing his face into your hair. "I don't want you liking anyone else more."

"I couldn't possibly like anyone else more than you, Bin," you cooed. You knew behind all of the bravado, he just wanted validation. No matter how many times you told him he was wonderful or handsome, it was never quite enough to fully sink in. Everyone has self image problems, idols included.

"You promise?"

"Pinky promise," you nodded. You attempted to free your arm and stick a pinky in the air, but Changbin wouldn't let you move.

"So you'll only listen to Stray Kids from now on?" he asked.

"Now I never said that," you chuckled.

"Betrayal!" he howled, shaking you back and forth.

"Okay, okay," you laughed, patting his chest. "I'll consider it."

"Good," he muttered. "Now, let's go back to my bed."

"I haven't finished watching my video!" you teased.

"We can watch it together," Changbin hummed. "And I can watch you watching it to make sure you don't like it too much."

"You're impossible," you groaned.

"And you love it," he giggled, launching from the couch and dragging you with him.

After he had hauled you down the hall and you were both tucked back into his bed, Changbin let out a content sigh. With one of his arms being used as your pillow, he wrapped the other around your middle. Kissing your shoulder lightly, he looked through his lashes up at you.

"Better?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Now let's watch your dumb video so we can get back to what's important."

"Napping?"

He nodded again with a small smile. "Nap buddies for life."

[skzandkpop]

Minho: 😮🤭😮😐😯😮🙄

[alaina-starling]

“Y/n do you want to talk to him?”

~ You’re just so pretty. ~

[Han Jisung x Fem!Reader]

scene: everyone seems to be attracted to jisung, shamelessly throwing themselves at him despite the fact that you two are a couple

genre: angst with comfort😔🫶🏼💪🏼

warning: swearing, jealous reader, mentions of body insecurities, two day ghosting

note: (non!idol au, university au) so I think this is so scattered because my thoughts are all over the place but I will get to editing it later tonight. go through contacts are basically the people in your contacts who can bypass the ‘do not disturb’ and have notifs of their chats despite dnd being on.

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They aren’t even trying to hide it anymore, they love your boyfriend. And your boyfriend couldn’t care less.

The girl is practically throwing herself at him, her finger twirling her blonde hair while the other squeezes his biceps. She’s so close to him she might as well be the air he breathes.

Jisung on the other hand, doesn’t do anything. He laughs at her attempt to flatter him, compliments about his muscles, his face, his whole fucking being. He is beyond amused at how these girls try to be his.

He smiles at the sight of you, ignoring the murderous look you have for the scene in front of you. “Baby! You’re back, finally.” He beams excitedly, like a squirrel with an acorn.

You smile back, glancing at the girl who still has her hand on your boyfriend. She rolls her eyes, trotting back to her friends. You finally feel the air become light again.

“Hi sweetheart, what were you doing?” You ask, sitting on his lap.

His hands instinctively hold you close, one wraps around you waist the other on your thigh. “Was gonna study but these girls kind of pushed their friend on me, I’m so glad you’re here now.” Your boyfriend explains, before kissing you on the cheek. “Are you ready for finals?” He queries, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

~•~

The finals are a day away and you can’t rest, overwhelmed by the thought of your boyfriend cheating on you. You don’t think he would do that, you trust him. But, he’s just so pretty. Girls naturally flock around him like birds to bread.

Why did he choose you? When there are much prettier, skinnier, paler, taller girls than you.

The (toxic) girls around you can tell you’re nothing but garbage compared to them, they know it well, so well that they hit on Jisung even when you’re together. Shamelessly accidentally tripping and making him help them, and his kind heart actually leaving your side to help the fallen lady.

Just a few minutes ago, you were happily chatting with him when a girl about 5 inches taller than you, brunette, and more fit than you are approached him. You thought it would be like the others, he’d say thank you to the compliments and go back to you.

But instead, you have to witness him fawn over this woman you don’t even know. He doesn’t even bother introduce the two of you.

“So how have you been?” Her squeaky voice just annoying you, drilling into your head how everyone is so much more feminine than you.

And you will never be good enough for Jisung.

“I’ve been good!” He returns the same enthusiasm she has, not bothered by her finger tracing shit on his chest.

“Jisung-“

“Hold on, baby. I’m talking to someone.” He cuts you off, not even sparing you a glance. He just continues to flirt with this woman as if you aren’t there.

Well alright, you’ll just make it reality.

You pick up your things, placing it all in you bag then standing up to leave the cafeteria. The place is buzzing loudly in your ear, not helping the hate thoughts consuming you.

When you find a secluded place in the study hall, you settle down. Your bag dropping beside you.

You plug your earphones in, turning the volume up so it’s the only thing you can hear.

~•~

It’s been 2 days since the brunette incident and you’ve been trying your best to avoid Jisung. Not wanting to talk or hear his voice again. Even going to the extent of muting his texts and taking him off your ‘go through’ contacts.

Those two days have been the most peaceful ones since you got into a relationship 5 years ago. No noisy fangirls or fanboys, not a cellphone pinging with notifications. Just silence and rest.

You got through the finals, confident you would pass them with flying colors.

You admire the setting sun, the waves giving you wonderful white noise and it almost sounds like Jisung and his friend?

“You know I’m happy for you.” His friend exclaims, when he notices Jisung’s confused face he mentions you. “I never really liked Y/n, seemed controlling and shit. Besides, Chae-eun is hotter.” He chides, kicking a rock in the way.

You frown angrily, quietly standing up from your spot on the sand. You don’t want to hear Jisung’s reply, it’s not worth the heartbreak you haven’t prepared yourself for.

“Shit, bro is that Y/n?” He gulps, afraid you’ve heard him.

You start walking faster, almost running at that point. You’re so far that you don’t hear Jisung disapproving his friend’s remarks about you, quipping about how perfect you are.

~•~

*tuk tuk tuk*

The sound of knocking from your front door resonating to the kitchen where you’re cooking. “Minho? Did you lose your key?” You shout, rushing to the door not caring to peek in the peephole. “Minho-“

“Y/n, please let me explain.” Jisung pleads, visibly tired and worn out. The two days having the opposite effect on him than what it did to you.

He opens his mouth but is interrupted by Minho, your best friend’s hand on you boyfriend’s shoulder in a warning manner. “Y/n, do you want to talk to him?” Minho questions, giving you a comforting nod, as if to say I’ll kick his ass if you don’t want to.

“Yeah, I do. Thanks, Min. You can go inside.” You opened the door wider and he brushes past your boyfriend.

Jisung sighs in relief, and you walk with him to the park where he explains everything. Chae-eun being a childhood bestfriend from his hometown (but he’ll distance himself if you want him to), the boy who insulted you being scolded by Jisung, and him constantly reassuring you between his explanations that you are the only one for him.

“I promise, Y/n. You are the most perfect girl I’ve ever met. You are mine and I intend to keep it that way, you and only you.” He clarifies, tilting your head to look at him. “I’m sorry for pushing you away and making you jealous. I don’t do it on purpose.” He continues, giving you comforting squeezes to the hand.

You start to tear up, relived you’ve finally talked it out. “You’re just so pretty.” You murmur, “everyone who looks at you falls in love.” you blubber.

Despite all your insecurities he stays with you and reassures you with never ending patience.

After calming down you two walk back to your apartment where Minho is fast asleep like a cat on the couch, the table is full of food and your favorite show is paused on the tv.

You smile, waking him up and beckoning him to eat.

The night ending your two day long span of not talking to your beloved.

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[frosla55]

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[y4z1]

bf!Hyun who'd.....

bf!Hyun who'd sing you poems every night

bf!Hyun who'd write songs about you

bf!Hyun who'd dance with you in the rain

bf!Hyun who'd get you roses after schedule

bf!Hyun who'd draw you in his free time

bf!Hyun who'd clip on your bra for you

bf!Hyun who'd book you fights to Paris with him every time he had to go.

bf!Hyun who'd take you on expensive dates in fancy restaurants

bf!Hyun who'd watch you do your whole makeup and skincare routine

bf!Hyun who'd flirt with you 24/7

bf!Hyun who'd bring his camera with him everytime you went out together to take pictures of you

bf!Hyun who'd keep a photo of you in his phone case

bf!Hyun who'd give you his card even if you didn't ask

bf!Hyun who'd carry you bridal style to your bed when you accidentally fall asleep on the couch

bf!Hyun who'd buy you pads when your on your period

bf!Hyun who'd cook for you when your tired

bf!Hyun who'd braid your hair for you before you go to sleep

bf!Hyun who'd keep a list of your favorite restaurants

bf!Hyun who'd take you on dates to art museums

bf!Hyun who'd give you body massages

bf!Hyun who'd give you his jacket when you're cold even if you didn't ask for it

bf!Hyun who'd talk to you when your asleep even though you can't hear

bf!Hyun who'd admire your beauty when your talking and not hear a single word

bf!Hyun who'd wash your back for you

bf!Hyun who'd buy you expensive perfume's

bf!Hyun who'd buy random stuff on tour cause they remind him of you.

bf!Hyun who'd send random selcas when he misses you

bf!Hyun who'd strap on your heels for you

[minsungincorrectquotes]

Minho: How did your doctor's appointment go? Jisung: It was good. I'm just waiting for my x-ray Minho: You have an ex named Ray?! And you never told me?!

[anxiousuglyduckling]

[anylady-fics]

Bad to you | Bang Chan x F Reader

Summary:

[...]

"Even if we weren’t serious, he still knocked on my door every day, wanting to spend the night with me, always grabbing me by the waist and saying 'My girl', being possessive and everything, but why? What 's the point?"

[...]

*** this work is for adult audiences. Minors DNI ***

Warnings: public sex, dirty talking, rough sex, creampie, degradation (just a bit)

2,527 words - cross posted on ao3

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We weren’t a thing, and I had no right to be this jealous about who he was talking to or not talking to, but it was too audacious of him to do this kind of thing when we were sharing the same space and the same friends. 

Even if we weren’t serious, he still knocked on my door every day, wanting to spend the night with me, always grabbing me by the waist and saying ‘My girl’, being possessive and everything, but why? What 's the point?

I was sitting on the couch, ignoring what Hyunjin was saying to me and not taking my eyes off Chris and the woman at the bar that he was flirting with for the last five minutes. If I decided to do the same, would he be mad? I certainly didn’t want to, but my blood was boiling. I hated feeling jealous, especially for someone who just isn't worth it. 

Ten minutes passed, and I felt like such a loser while watching the way he smiled and touched her arm. The asshole really flirted with everyone who gave him a little space. What the hell! I wanted to go home, but it would be the worst kind of defeat for me because I wouldn’t know what happened afterward, and my thoughts weren’t gentle to me. My other option was to be childish, or I could just do nothing and suck it up. I decided to be childish.

I got up, adjusted my tight dress, and walked to the opposite side of the bar. I sat there and ordered a random drink, just to stare at him for a second. Obviously, it didn’t take long for the men there to notice that there was a pretty woman alone at the bar, and before I had my drink in my hands, I already had a guy by my side, shamelessly hitting on me. I laughed loudly on purpose and leaned a little in his direction, so he could stare at my cleavage. I had chosen a dress that showed my tattoo in the middle of my breasts, and I knew that Chris hated it when I wore this kind of clothing if it wasn’t for him.

I felt his gaze on me from the other side of the bar, and then suddenly, the smiles and the fun with the woman next to him just stopped. I didn’t make eye contact because I didn’t want to give him the chance to come to me at the time, but I was paying a lot of attention to his expressions and having a great time watching him get mad every time I got a little closer to the man with me, touching him and making it look like something was really happening.

I was almost finishing my drink, loosening up and having fun with the man from the bar. He was handsome and had big hands. I noticed when he placed one on my naked thigh, and I acted like nothing happened. I wanted this to continue, but then I saw Christopher getting up from his seat and heading in my direction, leaving the woman he was talking to speaking to herself and looking angry.

I had to bite my lip to stifle my laughter because I didn’t expect my act to work so well, and I was prepared to go as far as him if I had to.

“What are you doing?” He got closer, gripping my arm. The man who had been talking to me looked surprised and stopped touching my thigh to stare at Chris.

“I’m just talking to a friend, what’s the problem?”

“Get the fuck out of here.” He directed his anger towards the poor guy, who got scared and stepped away from us. I couldn't blame him; Chris was a strong guy, despite not being the tallest. His presence was hard to ignore. And I wasn’t satisfied enough yet; it was very satisfying to watch him get jealous, but it wasn’t good enough.

“What is your problem? You’re making a scene at the bar.”

“You know damn well what my problem is. And I'm not even close to doing what I really want to do in this fuckin bar.”

“I thought you were busy, so I look for a little fun too. Am I wrong? Maybe you should make yourself more clear.”

He spun me around on the stool, gripping both my arms firmly and making me face him. I started laughing because just minutes ago, I had felt the same desire, wanting to do the same thing to him, but clearly, I had made a better choice.

"Are you gonna keep provoking me here?"

"I didn't do anything different from what you were doing."

"She was just a friend."

"He was just a friend."

Now his blood was boiling, and I loved how expressive he was. I could taste the effectiveness of my little provocation with each passing minute.

“You’re gonna regret this…”

“Is this a threat? What are you gonna do? Oh, what could you do, actually?" I leaned back, supporting both my elbows on the counter, because I knew that would press my breasts against the dress, showing cleavage, and make him lose his mind. "It's very simple, Chris. You want to act like a whore, fine, I can do the same. You want to act like a jerk who can't keep his pants on, pretty damn fine, you know I can do the same thing. You know very well how good I can open up my legs."

“Is this what you think I’m doing?”

“It’s exactly what you’re doing and don’t try to offend me pretending that it is not.”

That was all I needed, he started to play dumb, even though all our friends were there watching the stupid scene he made with the woman at the bar. It wasn't even the first time, and I was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last.

"Fine, so from now on I'll be very, very clear." He lifted me up and set me down on the ground as if I were as light as a doll, then dragged me to an empty table in the dark corner of the bar, where only a few people were nearby. The bench was soft and connected to the wall, so when Chris threw me onto it, I didn’t feel pain, but I felt the impact on my back. He moved the table forward to give us more space, then sat beside me, putting his hand around my neck.

“I’ll make it clear that you’re mine. And you’ll behave right from now.”

“That depends more on you than me.”

His free hand went under my dress very quickly, pushing the fabric up just enough to reveal my panties, while he was still choking me a little.

“Answer me right.” 

After I coughed from the grip, feeling my pussy getting really wet with his touches, I smiled at him, knowing the effect that this act would have on him.

“That depends more on you than me.”

“You’ll behave. Let’s see in a few minutes when you’re will be begging for me to fuck you.”

Unfortunately, Christopher knew exactly how to touch me. He knew every weak spot I had, and he was right. I might end up begging for him if this kept going on. But I was having so much fun, I didn't want it to end...

I opened my legs, and he pushed my panties to the side. His fingers went deep inside me without any warning, and I almost let out a scream. He smiled before curling his fingers and fucking me with all his might, adding a third finger right after I soaked his hand—and probably the bench, too.

“You’re really a slut.. I barely touched you, and you’re soaked.”

“Just the way you like me to be, huh?”

I was fighting for air, so he stopped squeezing my neck and kissed me. It was really wet and messy, both of us desperate and mad at each other, trying to win something that we could only lose. Even so, we couldn't stop; it was a fucking addiction.

He bit my lip really hard, and I did the same to him. I was sure that, just like me, he felt the metallic taste while we were still kissing, and we didn't stop. The kiss became even deeper and more intense.

I was almost coming on his fingers, rolling my hips like crazy, my dress bunched up at my waist. I hadn't considered that the nearby people could be watching us, because only the table was covering what we were doing. But even so, it was really clear what was happening there.

"They're going to see us... let's finish this somewhere else." I started to lose the battle from the moment I said that.

"We're not going anywhere. I told you I was gonna be clear. Now it's clear to everyone that you're mine."

I wasn't his, and probably never would be. Just like he would never be mine. But I was getting tired of discussions. He knew exactly how bad we were for each other, but this fact wasn't even close to being important when we were fucking. Everything just disappeared at the moment he touched me. If he wanted to put on a show, so be it.

I stopped holding back my moans. I was pretty close to coming undone on his fingers when he decided to stop. It was obvious to me that he would do that, so I was already anticipating it. I tried to continue with my own hand, rubbing my clit, desperate to finish what he had left hanging.

"Nope, you won't." He stood up and took me with him, holding both my arms and putting them behind my back. I was so ruined, the dress all messed up at my waist, the panties to the side showing everything, my boobs almost jumping out of the cleavage, and all I could think about was how much I was loving it. Everytime that I defied him, it was worth it.

With the little space we had, Chris put me in front of him and kept holding both my arms with one hand. With the other, he made me bend over on the table. I felt my arousal running down my thighs when I realized that he might fuck me right there, mainly because we might have had a little audience. Even in the dark, I could tell that there were people looking at us.

He let go of my arms, and I grabbed the edges of the table, but I stayed in the same position without moving, feeling him rubbing his hard cock on my ass, still with his pants on. I started to get impatient, feeling my pussy clenching around nothing just because of the way he was squeezing my hips while rubbing against me.

"Is it clear enough for you already?" He pulled my hair, making me stand, his lips close to my earlobe where he gave a wet kiss, making my whole body shiver. I felt even weaker when he moved down to my neck, giving small bites.

I used one of my hands to grab his clothed dick, trying to open his pants, but I couldn’t. 

“Not yet…” I answered almost without a sound, hearing his low laugh, the air coming out from his nostrils.

Chris bent me over again and finally opened his pants. I felt when he rubbed his cock on my folds, trying to get wet enough, and then he buried himself really deep inside me. I was so relieved from being filled that I didn't even feel the pain of the sudden stretch of my walls. My whole body responded to his thrusts and I moaned really loud.

My head was being pressed against the table while he fucked me hard. I was trying not to move the table while his body was slamming against mine without stopping. I was loving the feeling, loving the pain because of his roughness, and wanting more every minute. God, he was hot. He really knew how to fuck me, how to make me lose my mind.

The music was loud, but my moans could be heard if someone was paying enough attention. I think it was the first time we did something so indecent. Of course, we had already fucked in public places, parks and stuff, but never in a place with a lot of people, even if it was already late at night and almost empty.

My legs started to shake when I felt my orgasm getting close once again. I grabbed the edge of the table and Chris let my hair go just to put his fingers in my mouth, my moans coming with gagging sounds always excited him.

"Just like that, baby. Milk me, come on…"

His thrusts were even more intense. I could feel that he was as close as I was, and we ended up coming together. I was gagging, choking on his fingers while I came hard on his cock. My legs were bending, and my knees pressed together because of the weakness that I felt in my whole body. I couldn't breathe right while he fucked me until he filled me up with his cum. I could already feel the hot liquid dripping down my legs, completely lost in my high.

"We could not let this happen... you gotta stay like that until we go back home." He arranged my panties, putting them back in place. He did the same with my dress while I was still bent over the table. My entire face was drooling because of his fingers, which only left my throat when he dressed me.

Seeing how ruined I was, he sat me on the bench again and fixed the front part of my dress and my hair. My mind was completely empty, but maybe after a few hours I could start regretting what we’ve done.

“Home?”

“Yeah, baby. We’re going to my place.”

I opened my mouth to discuss, but he didn’t let me. He shut me up with a kiss, and this time we were calm, but he was still pulling my hair with his hand on my nape.

“We’re not done yet.”

I didn’t know if he wanted to talk or to fuck me again, but I was really too tired to ask. Our relationship was problematic, we knew that. But we couldn’t stop, we couldn’t stay away from each other because no one could give us the same madness. I was defeated. I got up, and he grabbed me by the waist, taking me out of the bar. The looks that were previously focused on us had already dissipated. We went to his house, something we almost never did, and I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever it was. The worst part was knowing that regardless of what happened, what we did, all of this would continue to happen again, and I would continue to be here. Just like him.