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a/n ☆彡: WOAHHH HELLO, its been 90 years. i finally found the right time to get back in the grind again and feed my lovely readers!!! because its november, i was inspired to make this smau LMFAO. hope u enjoy, thanks for da love lil bros 🤍

warning(s): cursing, suggestive

HYUNG LINE

MAKNAE LINE

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓—My match made in heaven. ❤︎ ꜰᴛ : ʜʏᴜɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ

• 𝙝𝙖𝙣, 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭, 𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣, 𝙟𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣 ٠࣪⭑ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ click here!

❤︎‬ +18 ♯ 𝑅𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝐤𝐳 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐲𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞'𝓈, 𝓉𝐡𝐞𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝓌𝒶𝐲 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝐨𝐨𝒹?ᢉ𐭩

۶ৎ — (suggestive), humor –! ⋆.˚ mentions of sex, unprotected sex.

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓—I'm telling all my fantasy's. ❤︎ ꜰᴛ : ʜʏᴜɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ

• 𝙝𝙖𝙣, 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭, 𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣, 𝙟𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣 ٠࣪⭑ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ click here!

❤︎‬ +18 ♯ 𝒴𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝓇𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝓁𝐞𝐚𝐯𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝐨𝐮 𝒾𝓃 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝒶𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝒷𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐣𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽t ᢉ𐭩

۶ৎ — (suggestive), humor –! ⋆.˚ mentions of sex, unprotected sex.

©ᴊᴇᴋᴛᴀᴇᴠ ᵎᵎ 🧁

AN: hi you guys! I am blown away by the love and support I have been receiving. Thank you all so so so much for everything.

Summary: Bangchan with his shy gf who really just wants his affection but isn't sure how to ask.

word count: 515

i spent forever trying to find this ask in my inbox bruh.. but omg i hope i did an okay job w this.. lol

you only noticed it in hindsight. maybe the moment he realized how good you looked in lace, or maybe the first time you let him finish inside without saying a word. either way, something had shifted in hyunjin. and now it was all he could think about.

“you gonna let me fill you up again, baby?” he muttered against your neck, his hand pressed to your lower belly, feeling the way his cock throbbed deep inside you. “look at you. so fuckin’ full already and still crying for more.”

you were barely able to nod, legs trembling around his waist, nails clawing into his back like it would anchor you to the present. but hyunjin wasn’t interested in holding you steady. he wanted to feel you fall apart again and again— sloppy and used and so full of him you could feel it dripping down your thighs before he even pulled out. that was his favorite part. watching it spill out of you. watching your cunt twitch and flutter like it missed him already.

“you’re gonna take it again,” he said, pulling back just enough to watch the way you clenched, dragging his cock out until only the tip remained before slamming back in. your whole body jolted. “gonna keep takin’ it ‘til you’re leaking all over my sheets. don’t care if i have to fuck a baby into you to make you stop squirming.”

it wasn’t just the way he said it— it was the look in his eyes. that hazy, hungry, animalistic kind of love, the kind that made your stomach flip and your brain fog over. you’d never felt more desired, more claimed. especially when he reached down and spread your lips just to watch himself fuck into you, groaning when he saw how creamy you were around him.

“fuck,” he hissed, hips stuttering. “you hear that? you’re soaked, baby. all for me. bet your body knows who you belong to.”

your moan was helpless, breathy, broken— because god, you did. you belonged to hyunjin in every sense. especially like this, legs thrown over his shoulders, wrists pinned above your head, body limp and flushed from the fourth, maybe fifth? orgasm he’d pulled out of you. every inch of you was slick and shaking, overstimulated and pliant beneath him.

“you want more?” he whispered, brushing his lips over yours, sweat dripping from his temple. “wanna be so full you feel me for days? hm? want daddy to give you one more?”

you nodded, eyes glassy, tears on your cheeks and a ruined moan stuck in your throat.

“good fuckin’ girl.”

he came with a growl, pressing his cock so deep you swore you could feel it in your stomach, grinding slow as his release flooded you. even when you started to cry from how sensitive you were, he didn’t stop— not until he was sure every last drop was tucked inside you, sealed with one last rough thrust, his hand flat on your belly.

“how many times, baby?” he panted, kissing your neck between bites. “how many times do i have to fuck it into you before it sticks?”

and when your body arched into his, whimpering something soft and needy, hyunjin only smirked and rolled his hips again.

“guess we’ll find out.”

Summary: After Hyunjin cancels their plans for the second time, an argument spirals into hurtful words, leaving you wondering if you’re relationship is worth fighting for.

“we ran out of tape!” you hear a call from the kitchen, muffled by the cardboard your head is currently surrounded by. you’re halfway inside a box, patting down newspaper so you can create a cushion for your carefully curated collection of mugs to sit on so they don’t break in transport.

“the fuck we did,” you grumble, annoyance and a flash of panic rising up as you dust your hands off and make your way over to chan. “we just bought some yesterday, don’t tell me we forgot it in the cart-“

you cut yourself off when you see chan holding a full roll of packing tape on one finger, a teasing smile on his face.

“kidding,” he laughs, setting the tape down to walk towards you. “got ya.”

| pairing: bf! bang chan x reader

| genre: smut, drabble

| CW: face sitting/riding, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby), oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk

| synopsis: just a drabble about riding your bf’s nose into the sunset

| note: i’ve been writing a lot of chan lately…..👀

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“F-Fuck, Channie.” You whine, hands gripping the headboard in front of you. His arms are wrapped around your legs, anchoring you in place on top of him.

At first he does the work, his tongue exploring every inch of your dripping cunt. You were unsure of this at first, worried you’d suffocate him, but my god that nose….

You had to know.

At first, your hands tug at his hair beneath you, but as he picks up the pace you can hardly stay put, thighs trembling, unable to control your body.

His tongue trails down to your pulsing hole and you gasp as his head tips forward, his nose bumping into your clit deliciously.

“Ngh! Channie.” You moan incoherently, beginning to rock your hips against his face, more specifically his nose, to give your throbbing clit more attention.

He uses his grip on your thighs to push you back for just a moment, tugging you back forward to make you rock against his face harder.

You take control, using your leverage against the headboard to grind on him rougher. Your moans pour uncontrollably, and you can feel him smirk against your cunt.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my fucking nose.” He growls, muffled against your wetness. His groaning vibrates your pussy, sending jolts of bliss through your body.

You move faster, your heavy breathing and tiny gasps fueling your boyfriend’s need to see you fall apart. His tongue fucks into your tight hole faster and faster as your clit continues to make contact with his nose, the bundle of nerves becoming more sensitive with every movement.

“I-I m’gonna-oh god.” You whimper, the knot in your stomach so close to making you crumble. Chan speeds up his tongue, plunging it as far into you as he can. His strong arms wrap around you tighter, holding you in place, forcing you to take everything he gives you.

“Cum for me, princess.” He demands as you continue rocking into his nose, and finally the coil snaps. You nearly go silent as your orgasm washes over you, your brain buffering from pleasure.

You whimper as his tongue continues, lapping up every drop of your arousal, and overstimulating you to the core.

“Ch-Channie, too much.” You whine, although you continue to rock slowly against him. As the aftershocks die down, his tongue slacks off, drinking up the last bit of your orgasm.

With his arms still wrapped around your legs, he pushes you back and flips you over in one sudden movement. Your back hits the mattress and takes your breath away. His lips connect with yours and you hum against him, tasting yourself on his tongue as it plunges into your mouth.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, sweetheart.”

You and Chan were sprawled across the big couch in the living room, the afternoon sun filtering lazily through the curtains. What had started as a simple argument over the remote had quickly dissolved into playful chaos. He had you pinned beneath him, fingers digging into your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. You squealed, laughing so hard your stomach hurt, legs kicking wildly as you tried to shove him off.

"Chan—stop! I swear I'll bite you!" you gasped between giggles, managing to twist and smack his chest. He just grinned that devastating dimpled smile, eyes sparkling with mischief as he caught your wrists and pressed them above your head.

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try, baby," he teased, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His body was warm and solid against yours, the familiar scent of his cologne mixing with the faint salt of sweat from your little wrestling match. You bucked your hips up in retaliation, trying to throw him off, but it only made him settle more firmly between your thighs.

You managed to free one hand and poked his nose. "This thing is always in the way when you're trying to be all serious and boyfriend-y."

He laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "My nose? What's wrong with my nose?"

"Nothing," you said, still breathless from laughing. You traced the bridge of it with your fingertip, playful and teasing. "Just... what does that cute nose even do other than breathing and looking pretty?"

Chan's eyes darkened instantly, the playful spark shifting into something hotter, hungrier. His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. "You really wanna know?"

Before you could answer, he flipped you both in one smooth motion, so you were suddenly straddling his chest. His hands gripped your hips, sliding you higher up his body with effortless strength. Your heart raced as you braced your hands on the back of the couch.

"Chan—"

"Shh. Let me show you exactly what this nose can do," he murmured, voice husky. He tugged at your shorts and panties in one go, yanking them down your thighs. You lifted up just enough for him to pull them off completely, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your already slick folds and you shivered.

He didn't give you time to overthink. Strong hands guided your hips forward until your pussy hovered right over his face. You looked down and the sight alone made you throb. His dark eyes staring up at you, that perfect nose already so close to where you needed him.

"Sit," he ordered softly.You lowered yourself slowly, but he wasn't patient. He pulled you down firmly until your wet cunt pressed against his mouth and nose. The first drag of his tongue made you moan, but it was the way his nose nudged your clit that had your thighs trembling.

Chan ate you out like a man starved. His tongue licked broad stripes through your folds, gathering your wetness, before flicking teasingly at your entrance. Every movement made his nose grind perfectly against your swollen clit—firm, precise, relentless. The bridge of it rubbed in tight little circles as he tilted his head, the tip pressing and sliding right where you were most sensitive.

"Fuck—Chan..." you whimpered, fingers threading through his curly hair. You rocked your hips instinctively, riding his face. He groaned in approval, the vibration shooting straight through you. His hands kneaded your ass, encouraging you to move harder.

His nose was incredible, pressing, rubbing, nudging your clit with every tilt of his head. Combined with his tongue plunging inside you and licking back up to swirl around your clit, the pleasure built fast and overwhelming. Wet sounds filled the room as you got messier, coating his mouth, his nose, his chin.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your pussy, barely pulling back enough to speak. "Keep going, baby. Use my nose. Fuck my face."

The dirty words sent you spiraling. You rode him faster, grinding down so his nose rubbed firm, rhythmic strokes over your clit while his tongue fucked you. Your moans grew louder, breathy and desperate. Tension coiled tight in your belly.

"Chan—I'm gonna—"

He sucked your clit into his mouth and pressed his nose hard against it at the same time, humming. That was it.

You came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as your pussy pulsed and gushed against his face. He didn't stop, kept licking and rubbing through every wave, drinking you down greedily. Your cum slicked his nose, his lips, his chin, dripping down as you shook and rode out the orgasm.

Even after the peak, he kept going, softer licks and gentle nudges from his nose until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he ease you off, pulling you down to lie on his chest.You stared at him, dazed. His face was shiny with your arousal, that pretty nose glistening. He licked his lips slowly, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"See?" he murmured, voice rough. "That's what my nose can do." He leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

His hands were already sliding back down to your hips, ready to pull you back up for round two. You laughed breathlessly, still trembling, and kissed him deeper.

You were definitely going to tease him about his nose more often.

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pairing: college crush! hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsy: Hwang Hyunjin was one of the very first friends you made in college - not because the two of you shared classes but because, for fate's sake, he was your childhood friend's assigned roommate. With his reserved nature, dashing beauty and a natural gentleness embedded in his voice and gestures, he was impossible to dislike and oh so incredibly easy to love. Maybe that was why you fell in love with him. And maybe, his undivided attention, the constant care he reserved especially for you and his warm and genuine affection were the reasons why, after two long years of secretly crushing on him, you were finally ready to confess your feelings.

At a party - one that you only threw for him.

genre: college au, friends/college crush - angst

warnings: just some unrequited love that can shatter your heart. mentions of smoking (not actually, 'cause she has no lighter) and drinking (I'm not American and people drink way before 21 in my country, sorry).

notes: inspired by none other than Charli XCX and her beautiful song, "Party 4 u". Honestly there is a version on Youtube called "party 4 you but you're in a bathroom at a party" that is actually the one I listened to as I wrote this, 'cause in some ways it felt better-fitting for the angst.

SPRING HAD ALWAYS BEEN YOUR FAVOURITE SEASON, for a variety of reasons that only seemed to increase from your childhood to your early adulthood. The beauty of nature, flowers gracefully blooming once again and painting the world with delicate shades of colour after the depressingly monochromatic winter, the warmth of the sun caressing your skin with its bright rays, the ending of the semester finally approaching with its intrinsic promise of long-awaited relaxation.

Nonetheless, among the endless list of motives behind your particular fondness for spring, your birthday (which fell on the 7th of May) had never been one of them - not because you were the type of person that wholeheartedly detests the idea of growing up and gets upset each time they get older, but rather because you'd never been accustomed to celebrate it with meticulously planned parties, a disproportionate chocolate cake and countless guests.

So, when you voluntarily decided to throw a party for your 21st birthday, each one of your closest friends raised an eyebrow in utter confusion - appalled and inevitably suspicious at your sudden enthusiasm. Soon after you ended your announcement during the habitual rendez-vous at the barbecue restaurant near your college, your childhood best friend, Han Jisung, couldn't help but tug you away from the others, too curious to wait until you were alone for a further explanation.

And, once the two of you were outside where nobody else was standing, you happily revealed the real reason that had pushed you to celebrate your upcoming birthday: «Remember how Hyune always asks me why I never celebrate and always tells me that I should just try it once?» you started, a zealous grin curling your glossy lips, «I decided to do it. Throw a party. For him».

Jisung's brows furrowed slightly as he took in your words and slowly repeated, still dazzled, «For him?».

You simply nodded, confirming his words. Gazed away for a few seconds not to look him in the eyes, a feeling of warmness creeping in and a gentle shade of pink colouring your cheekbones before you shyly added, «I want to confess my feelings for him».

Jisung suddenly clapped his hands enthusiastically, engulfing you in a tight hug and rocking your body left and right before putting some distance between your bodies - his soft hands holding firmly your shoulders as he giggled, «Finally one of you is making a move! My best friends will soon become a couple!».

And soon you matched his excited giggles, despite trying to play down your excitement by replying, "Shut up! You don't even know if he's going to say yes”. Though, deep in your heart, you felt sure that he was going to accept your confession because, in everyone's eyes, Hyunjin also had a soft spot for you.

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Ever since the first moment Hyunjin and you crossed paths, you couldn't help but quietly admire him - not only for his striking beauty, which made countless heads whip in his direction every time he strolled around campus, but also because of his gentle and attentive behaviour. One that you were completely unaccustomed to, since your closest friend and his roommate, Jisung, had always been rather carefree and spontaneous.

You remember how sweet he was when the two of you first met, back when Jisung was moving in the dorms and you were helping him bringing inside his cramped bedroom the heavy boxes of clothing and video-games he'd packed back home. How he'd introduced himself with a sweet smile, welcoming his roommate, and how he'd held the door open for Jisung before taking the boxes you were precariously holding from your arms.

That night, the three of you had stayed awake until 4am talking and getting to know each other while sharing the copious amount of food Jisung had brought from home - a few bottles of Soju to loosen the lingering timidity and a soft tune playing from the speakers placed on one of their desks.

From then on, Hyunjin became one of your closest friends - joining you for lunch in the cafeteria, studying together at the library and often walking you to class or waiting for you so the two of you could return to the dorms together (especially considering the frequency with which you crashed at their place).

Soon, almost as if it was an inevitable outcome dictated by fate, lines started to blur - his casual and indiscriminate sweetness seeming more accentuated with you, evolving in attentive gestures like picking you up each time you hung out with your group of friends, inviting you to visit exhibitions and art museums that the both of you adored, bringing takeouts to your place when class ended late and you felt too lazy to cook a proper meal.

It was impossible not to fall for him, really.

Especially since all of your friends (particularly, Jisung) fostered the idea that he, too, felt something for you - often jesting about how the two of you should just "Finally get together, for fuck's sake", making the two of you sit next to each other when you were out in a bar or a restaurant and accidentally pairing you at every game you played.

So, after two terribly long years of harboring a secret crush for one of your closest friends, you finally set on confessing - looking at him in his pretty brown eyes and revealing how, each time you saw how they softened when he'd glance at you, you'd silently wished he would utter something, anything, that could prove he, too, had feelings for you.

Therefore, the Friday before the week of your birthday, while the two of you were waiting in line at a café near the dorms to get some coffee before morning class, you'd mustered the courage to inform him about the party. Slightly tugging at the sleeve of his dark hoodie while he scrutinized the menu carefully (he was always incredibly serious about his coffee) to call his attention.

He'd shifted his gaze back towards you, thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he mumbled a simple "Mmm?" to encourage you to speak.

«You know that my birthday's next week, right?» you'd asked, receiving a quick nod in confirmation, accompanied with a disdained expression that seemed to say "How bad of a friend do you think I am?". Then, you'd slowly added, «I decided to try and throw a party. On Friday night, so when it's midnight we'll all be there to celebrate».

Hyunjin had grinned widely - pretty eyes almost closing as his plump lips curled in a enthusiastic grin and his ring-covered hand delicately ruffled your hair, before he exclaimed excitedly, «Yes! Fucking finally!».

You'd scoffed exaggeratedly, feigning irritation as you reached out to remove his warm hand from your now utterly disheveled hair - though your fake display of annoyance soon vanished as he captured your hand in his, intertwining your fingers oh so naturally while he brought both of your arms down. Not letting go of his hold even when both of your hands were finally lowered and away from your tangled hair.

You cleared your voice, slightly taken off guard by his touch even though Hyunjin had always been quite physically affectionate with you - often draping one of his arms over your shoulders while the two of you strolled together, sometimes holding your hand when you moved around the dance floor in the club and frequently leaning onto your body, chin resting on the top of your head while he wrapped one of his arm around your shoulders in a lazy back hug.

Then, pretending you were utterly unbothered by his warm palm pressing against yours so casually, as if friends always held hands when they stood in line, you'd inquired, «So...Will you come?».

And, once again, he'd giggled softly - as if your question didn't need an answer because it was too obvious, predictable. Though, maybe to reassure you, he did reply - hand squeezing yours comfortingly before saying, smooth as ever, «Of course I will, silly. How could I ever miss your birthday?».

PINK BALLOONS, NEON LED LIGHTS, PEOPLE DANCING FREELY AROUND THE ROOM - drinks held precariously in unstable hands while they laughed with their friends or partners, not a single preoccupation visible on their relaxed faces.

The party had started almost two hours ago and, in about fifteen minutes, it would finally be midnight - which was the reason why your friends were hastily arranging the strawberry shortcake they'd bought for you to cut on a small table in the living room, giggling excitedly while they whispered to each other what kind of gift they'd chosen for you.

Yet, you were unable to show any kind of enthusiasm - eyes nervously darting to the main door each time someone entered the apartment (Seungmin had generously lent his place to host the party since you lived in the dorms), every sound muffled as your attention drifted there.

Because he wasn't there.

And you couldn't help but continue looking for him in the crowd, hoping to finally see his tall figure rushing inside the room, then quickly spotting you and professing desperate apologies for his lateness - his beautiful eyes widening as if he was a lost puppy, rosy lips pouting in hope of softening your anger before he pressed them gently on you hairline, hugging you tightly until your body stopped trying to free itself from his hold.

You had even tried calling him once, twice, three times - but yet, each time you brought your phone to your ears waiting anxiously for him to pick up, you were left unanswered. Sent straight to his voicemail - one that you had never heard before, 'cause Hyunjin had always answered your calls.

«Y/N?» Jisung called you, his cold hand wrapping around your forearm and gently tugging at it, so to make you turn around. Glanced at the door behind you once before settling his doe eyes on you, asking, «He still isn't here?».

You shook your head, dejected, eyes avoiding your friend's gaze because you felt so fucking embarrassed - both at the awareness of how anguished your expression appeared on the outside and ever more so because, as if fate was trying to warn you, Hyunjin had stood you up for the first time, precisely when you had gathered the courage to confess to him. As if it was mocking you - a vicious smirk appearing as it saw you struggle not to look ever more hurt than you already did. Or, more probably, as if it was silently advising you - "Hey, don't tell him about your feelings. You'll only get your heart broken, see?".

«It's less than two minutes to midnight, you know» Jisung spoke gently, lifting your chin up and fixing a strand of your hair behind your ear. «Let's join the others, yeah? I'm sure he has a good reason if he's this late. Will probably arrive soon, too. He loves you too much to miss your first birthday party».

You hesitated, teeth sinking once again in your already bitten lips before you nodded slightly - telling yourself that you couldn't miss your own party, even if you had planned it all around the idea of confessing your feelings. Even if, in some sort of way, you'd only throw the party for him.

So you reached your group of friends, feigning an enthusiasm that didn't belong to you and - when midnight finally came - you hugged each of them tightly, kind words of gratitude escaping your red-tinted lips as they handed you the presents they'd bought. A doll smile painting your face, eyes briefly welling up - before you swiftly wiped them, pretending that they were tears of joy.

Still silently hoping for Hyunjin to show up.

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AT 3AM, WHILE DANCING DRUNKENLY UNDER THE DISCO BALL, you had finally accepted the heart-shattering but undeniable truth that had haunted you all night: Hyunjin was not coming.

He had forgotten about you.

On the dance floor, with at least three drinks in your body and a few shots, you jumped around with your group of friends and stopped stealing glances at the entrance door every ten minutes. Told yourself that you needed to forget Hyunjin, that he probably had a good reason not to show up and that you couldn't let his absence ruin the first party you ever threw.

Utterly drunk, you were now dancing clumsily with Jisung and your closest girlfriends, Hana, giggling softly as you observed their ridiculous dance moves and even more amused by the sight of your best friend wearing a pink cowboy hat and pretending to capture you with an imaginary lasso before pulling you towards him.

«Ji, stop that! You look like a creep from the 80s» Hana yelled over the music, laughing loudly as she looked at Jisung's dancing with a facial expression in between amusement and utter disgust - wrinkling her nose as her eyes seemed glued to his terrible movements.

«A creep from the 80s? What the fuck does that mean? I'm a cowboy, Hana!» he yelled back drunkenly, removing his hat and shaking it in the air as if it was a clear demonstration of his identity. Then, he offered his free hand to you, which you gladly accepted still giggling, and he pulled you towards him to place the poor-quality hat on your head.

«There you go, birthday girl. I now proclaim you as the new cowboy of the party» he stated incredibly seriously, fixing the lace under your chin and nodding proudly at your new look. His hands squeezing once your shoulders, as if to pass you magically his previous energy.

You simply smiled at him, bemused. Happy to have him there, 'cause Jisung always knew how to make it better, ever since you were little. Then, reaching over with your left hand, you ruffled his blue hair and asked jokingly, «Then who are you now?».

He stopped his movements, eyebrows furrowing while his hand came up to hold his chin in a contemplative pose - as if he was seriously pondering about his new identity. Then, shrugging his shoulders, he replied: «Guess I'm the party girl now, aren't I?».

You shook your head at his silliness, unable to contain another smile before gently flicking your finger against his forehead. Then, tiptoeing to reach his ear, you told him that you wanted to take a break and go outside, probably smoking a cigarette - after all, it was your birthday and you definitely deserved it.

Jisung slid his own pack inside your hands and asked you if you wanted him to join you but you denied, telling him it wasn't necessary. He quickly understood that you wanted a few seconds for yourself, so he nodded slightly, blowing you a kiss as you walked away from the dance floor and outside the apartment.

Luckily, Seungmin's place was on the first floor, so you reached the street outside just in a few minutes. A few people were hanging around the door, chattering and smoking, absorbed in their own bubble. You walked past them, reaching a streetlamp a few meters away from the entrance of the building, where you could certainly be alone without anyone recognizing you as the birthday girl.

Then you took one of the cigarettes between your fingers, before bringing it to your mouth and placing it between your lips. Soon, though, you realized you didn't have a lighter with you - so you glanced around, trying to pick a person who wouldn't stop you to talk and ask them to lend you one. Before you could even choose, however, a masculine voice broke the silence near you.

In a black car parked on the other side of the road, you noticed a blonde-haired man with a buzzcut that looked quite familiar yelling agitatedly before storming outside the vehicle, slamming the door.

It only took you a few seconds to understand who he was - despite the fact that the last time you saw him, just two days before, his hair was a bit longer and definitely not bleached.

Hyunjin had come - he hadn't forgotten.

Yet, the exact moment you took a step towards him, a stranger got off the car from the other side, storming towards him angrily before pushing him against the side of the Hyundai. A girl you had never seen before - her wavy hair a beautiful tint of red, cascading down her back as she placed herself in front of him, almost blocking your view of him with her tall figure, accentuated by the heels she was wearing.

You froze, unable to intervene. Too dazzled - unsure about what was happening and how to react.

«Why can't I go inside with you? Mmm?» the girl yelled furiously as her palms pressed against his broad chest, voice loud enough for you to hear every word clearly. «You still haven't told any of them we're together, huh? Or just to her?».

Together?

Hyunjin covered his face with one of his hands before rubbing his forehead and responding - voice calmer than before, the same sweet tone he used with you: «It's not that simple, okay? I haven't told any of them yet, not just her. And I definitely can't and won't do that now, okay? It's Y/N's party and I will not ruin it for her».

You stood there, paralyzed. A sharp pain in your chest suddenly hitting you as you started to grasp what was happening, who she was. That one girl you had seen a few times hanging around Hyunjin, one of the classmates he had to do a project with the previous semester. Someone you never bothered to know, 'cause he never seemed to be particularly close to her - at least, not when you were around.

«You will not ruin it? Because you having a girlfriend will ruin her party?» she retorted angrily and you could clearly distinguish in her voice the same pain you were feeling, the tears threatening to spill out.

«I-» Hyunjin hesitated, then straightened his back until he was clearly visible in your sight. He lifted his hand, fixing one strand of hair behind her ear before holding her cheek gently and replying: «I didn't mean it like that, you know that. Y/N and I - she's my closest friend, okay? I've never had a serious friendship, before her. She's like my platonic soulmate. And I don't want to steal her spotlight, at her very first birthday, to tell her about us, okay?».

You felt your throat close - air suddenly unable to enter and flow normally, head starting to spinning as reality abruptly presented itself in front of you as a violent punch against your throat. One that felt lethal - almost knocking you out.

Oh God, how stupid could you be?

Platonic soulmate - that's what you were for him.

Then, you heard Hyunjin continuing: «I'm sorry baby, I know I sound so shitty right now but I'm not the one to parade my relationship around, okay? We haven't been together for long and I still haven't figured out how to bring this up casually, since I always keep these things pri-».

«Y/NNNNNNNNN» Jisung suddenly yelled as he ran outside the building happily, looking left and right while he searched for you among the people gathered near the entrance.

Hyunjin's attention instantly drifted to his roommate and, almost as if it was attracted to you like a moth to a flame, he noticed you standing a few meters from him, at the other side of the street. Body completely motionless, breath heavy, eyes full of tears as you looked right at him, utterly devastated.

He didn't know what to do.

Yet, instinctively, he shouted your name and rushed towards you, running past his girlfriend and reaching you just in a few steps. Cradling your weeping face in his warm hands, he brushed your wet cheeks to dry them and bent towards you until you were face to face.

«God, what happened?» he asked worriedly, scrutinizing your face attentively while he tried to figure out what was happening with you. Voice soft as he whispered, «Talk to me, Y/N, why are you crying?».

Fuck, you felt so idiotic. He didn't even understand that you had eavesdropped his conversation, that all the tears you were shedding were because of him, solely him. That everything was because of him, had always been because of him. Even this party - only for him.

And yet he couldn't even comprehend that you were not crying because something bad happened to you, but because what you so desperately longed for could never happen. Because you had fooled yourself, believing that he reciprocated your feelings when he was only ever being a gentle, attentive best friend. A platonic soulmate - someone who looked at you lovingly, who deeply cared about you, but who would never think of you as you thought of him.

So you stepped back slightly, making his hands drop from your face. Then you dried your tears with the back of your hands, mustering a small smile as you tried to look at your first love straight in the eyes without showing that he had just broken your heart.

Jisung was frozen in place, observing the scene unfolding in front of him confusedly, his still drunk mind not fully understanding what was really going on but sensing that something was changing. That something irrevocable was about to happen - and that, in some twisted way, it was also his own fault.

«It's nothing, Hyune. I'm just so happy you came» you whispered softly, observing how he furrowed his brows - clearly not believing your words, but not wanting to pressure you to speak.

So he offered you a delicate smile and a brief caress against your cheekbone, before answering: «Of course I'd come. I love you, Y/N, I would never miss your birthday party. I'm sorry that I'm so late».

You tried to fake a smile, your hand grazing his as it still lingered on your skin with such delicacy that you wanted to cry even more.

Why did he have to be so sweet, so perfect, so gentle with you?

Why couldn't he simply walk all over you - leaving you heart-broken but angry with him?

Why couldn't he love you?

Then you wrapped your arms around his tiny waist, hugging him and hiding your flushed face against his chest as you fought back other tears. He instantly embraced you back, his chin resting on the top of your head while his hand started playing with the ends of your hair in a reassuring motion - one that he always did when you had a bad day and searched for comfort in his arms.

«It's fine, Hyune. I don't care. I love you, too».

As you felt him relaxing a bit after your response, finally reassured that you were not upset with him because of his lateness, you hoped that one day you could also hug him and feel nothing more but the sheer comfort of holding a dear friend. Because right now, each second you were in his arms with the knowledge of his girlfriend being a few steps from you, you could only feel your heart shattering into pieces.

⟢ ┆ hwang hyunjin x reader. established relationship.

summary — An embarrassing trip to the ER leaves you sitting under harsh fluorescent lights with a very specific, deep ache. While you try to stay composed under the doctor's questioning, Chan stands by, utterly smug and thoroughly proud of the literal medical proof of how well he fucked you.

Pairing — Bangchan x reader

genre — aftermath of smut, established relationship, teasing/praise, humor

cw/tags — referenced rough/deep intimacy, mild medical settings, cervix bruising (mentioned/diagnosed), strong language, smug!chan, praise, suggestive themes, no explicit acts shown.

word count - ~650 words

a/n — this is my first time posting a fic like EVER please tell me what do you guys think of it!!

Two Days Ago || Pre- Hospital Scene (the smutt)

The ER waiting room hums with sterile light and low-grade misery. Fluorescent tubes bleach the color from everything. You’re sitting in one of those awful plastic chairs, legs crossed tightly, trying to look like you have a normal, respectable ache. A UTI, maybe. Anything but the truth.

He’s beside you. He hasn’t stopped smiling for two hours. Not a big grin, but a small, persistent, utterly smug curve of his lips. His arm is draped over the back of your chair, his thumb stroking idle circles on your shoulder.

Every time you shift, trying to find a position that doesn’t send a fresh, deep twinge through your lower abdomen, his smile widens just a fraction.

A nurse calls your name. You stand up, wincing at the movement.

“Easy there, tiger,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear. The heat in it is immediate and embarrassing. He stands with you, a hand hovering at the small of your back as you walk to the triage door.

In the exam room, under the harsh clinical light, it feels even more absurd. The young doctor, efficient and bored, asks about your symptoms.

“Uh… deep, aching pain. Low. Central.” You gesture vaguely.

“Any unusual discharge? Fever?”

“No. Just… sore. Really, really sore.”

The doctor nods, typing. “When did it start?”

You clear your throat. “About… yesterday morning?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him lean against the wall, arms crossed. He’s looking at the floor, but his shoulders are shaking with silent laughter.

The doctor orders an ultrasound. The cold gel, the impersonal press of the wand, the black-and-white screen showing nothing ruptured, nothing torn, just… a healthy, but very angry-looking uterus.

Later, the doctor returns with the verdict. “Well, everything looks structurally fine. No signs of infection or ectopic pregnancy. But there’s some significant inflammation and what looks like a minor contusion… on your cervix.”

The words hang in the air. Contusion on your cervix.

You stare straight ahead, your face flaming.

The doctor, bless her, keeps a perfectly professional tone. “It can happen from… particularly vigorous intercourse or deep penetration. It should heal on its own in a few days. I’ll prescribe a mild anti-inflammatory. Take it easy. Maybe… use a pillow for elevation next time.”

Next time.

You mutter a thanks, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.

“A contusion,” he repeats, his voice thick with pride and amusement. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “I bruised your fucking cervix, baby. I marked you so deep the doctors can see it.”

You swat at his chest, but there’s no force behind it. “It’s not funny! It hurts!”

“I know it does,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. His laughter softens into a predatory warmth. He nuzzles your neck. “And I’d say I’m sorry, but we both know I’m not. Remember the way you were screaming? The way you clawed my back raw? You wanted it that deep. You begged for it.”

He’s right. And the memory, mixed with the throbbing ache, sends a treacherous pulse of heat between your legs. The worst part is, he sees it. He sees the flush, the quickening of your breath.

His hand slides down, over your hip, his fingers pressing gently into the sore spot low on your belly. You gasp.

“Hurts here, doesn’t it?” he whispers, his eyes locked on yours. “Every little throb is just a reminder of how good I fucked you. Of how hard you came on my cock.” He leans in, his next words a hot promise against your lips. “And the second this little bruise heals up… I’m gonna do it again.”

He helps you off the table, his arm a solid support around your waist as you walk out, prescription in hand. In the parking lot, under the yellow streetlights, he opens the car door for you.

As you sink gingerly into the passenger seat, he bends down, framing your face with his hands, and kisses you—deep, slow, and thoroughly proprietary.

“Best fuck in a hot minute?” he says, pulling back just enough to speak. “Baby, that was the best fuck ever. And we’ve got the medical bill to prove it.”

The drive home is quiet, filled with his satisfied silence and your aching, proud, thoroughly claimed body. The bruise is a secret, exquisite trophy. And his teasing is the ribbon on top.

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓— Now i'm a mess. ❤︎ ꜰᴛ: ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕‪‪ ❤︎‬ +18 ♯ 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝐹 -𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮. 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. — 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

The large mirror infront of you already starting to fog up, the room reeks of cum and heat radiates the walls. Hyunjin's grip on your chin is strong, he has to continue to tell you over and over to keep looking at yourself or he's going to take his fingers out of your soaked pussy and leave you by yourself. You're back arching into his chest as your pink pussy's on full display.

"C'mon love, don't make me do it." He says with a pout as his fingers scissor open your insides. "I don't want to stop but if you won't listen then–" Before you could process the words he was saying he slowly started to pull his fingers back. You're hands instantly moving to stop him. "N-No please, i-i'll look..mm, please!" You plead out.

"See? It's not that difficult to use your words muse." His hand that was once on your chin reaches down to hold open your thighs – spreading you wider. Hyunjin's fingers curl inside of you, the spreading helping him reach deeper to hit that spot inside of you that makes you're vison blur. His hand that was once holding you open slides up your thigh to suddenly wrap around your waist, holding you down.

Hyunjin smiles against your ear and makes his legs hold yours down by your ankles. "Good girls get rewarded, but not the way they like." His tongue pokes out to lick your neck. Without hesitation, his fingers pull out to move in and out in rapid movements fucking into you while his palm smacks against your lower abdomen. Three fingers curling and are being fucked into you while you're juices squirt all over the mirror. "Ooh, fuck!" You're head tilts back into his shoulder as you shout his name.

You're eyes threaten to shut, but you continue to watch yourself – well him, you continue to watch hyunjin's fingers disappear into your soaking cunt with the nasty sounds followed right behind.

"You can take it, I know you can." He says softly into your temple like his fingers are plugged deep into you. "Ah, ah, keep watching me." Hyunjin's grip on your waist becomes tighter – holding you down so you can't grind or try to escape his touch. "Don't run now," You're heels dig into the floor trying to push away from his grip.

"Hyune–! Ha~ t-too much." You shout out turning into puddy in his hold. Hyunjin's tongue reaches your ear lobe and nibbles on the skin. The sensory of the texture of his tongue and the feeling of his fingers make you feel like you're about to fall apart.

The arm around your waist moves back down to find your pussy folds and spreads them. "Fuck, just look at you. Taking these fingers so well." Your gaze meets where his eyes were – right in your hole that had his fingers plunged in. All you could do is let out a sharp moan and just watch.

His fingers middle, index and ring, curving into your tight walls in a 'come here' motion. The long slender digits reach the parts you can't reach on your own, all you can think about is him.

"I'm gonna fucking cum-!" You're nails reach down to his wrist and claw at him needing to be grounded. "Yeah? Do it. Do it all over this fucking mirror." The pace of his fingers never stilled with that you're legs were finally released a instantly shut on his hand. Without warning you squirt all over his fingers, the juices drip down to your ass and soak the poor carpet under the both of you.

Hyunjins fingers covered in cum reach up and lift your chin to look at the mirror infront of you. "Truly a work of art." You managed to open your eyes to see the mirror splattered with wet stains from your orgasm. His hand fingers your clit and slaps it once and then again, with every plap! more of your juices would squirt out up into the mirror. "So beautiful muse." He says leaving a kiss on your temple feeling your entire body shake.

©ᴊᴇᴋᴛᴀᴇᴠ ᵎᵎ 🧁

• 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓎? 𝒞𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 .ᐟ

✿ Author: binnieverssse

✿ Summary: sharing small accomplishments with your boyfriend who is oh so proud of you

✿ Pairing: hyung line x f!reader (individual)

✿ ss count: 16

✿ Tags/Warnings: fluff! no warnings needed (:

✿ Author’s note: I tried to make Chan’s/Changbin’s related to @tonkshamsandwich ‘s request! I’ve never written an smau before…but I’d be so down to do these more often if y’all like. If this one does well, I’ll make the maknae line as well!

Pairing: stray kids x fem!reader / Genre: smut, pussy slapping, Impact play kink, established relationship / Word Count: 8,200 words / Content: 18+ ONLY, explicit smut, heavy pussy slapping, squirting, dirty talk, possessiveness, established relationship. ⤷main masterlist / skz masterlist

━━━ Bang Chan

It’s past 2 a.m. and the studio is dark except for the soft blue glow of the monitors. Chan has you bent over the mixing desk, your skirt rucked up around your waist and your panties dangling from one ankle. He’s been teasing you for an hour—fingers, tongue, the low rumble of his voice in your ear—until you’re dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, voice hoarse from hours of recording. One big hand presses between your shoulder blades to keep you arched while the other smooths over your soaked folds. “So wet already and I haven’t even started slapping this pretty pussy yet.”

He starts slow, almost affectionate—light taps that make your clit throb. Then the slaps grow firmer, wet smack smack smack sounds echoing in the quiet studio. Each one sends sparks up your spine. You push back against his hand, whimpering.

“Chan—please—”

He chuckles darkly. “Yeah? You want it harder, baby?” The next slap is sharp, right over your swollen clit, and your knees buckle. He catches you, arm wrapping around your waist as he keeps going, alternating between your folds and your clit until your pussy is visibly puffy and glistening, strings of arousal connecting you to his palm.

or: you didn't think a mere pheromone perfume would have this much of an effect on him. congratulations, you've earned his attention and the hatered of your neighbors, boo you whore

warnings: MDNI! ot8 x reader (separate), they go FERAL, probably highly unrealistic portrays of what a pheromone perfume does, dom/sub dynamics, overstim edging piv begging etc etc, scent kink?, they're really really needy, overuse of italics