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we're getting close to 100 followers??? which is crazy??? thank u aaaaall for enjoying my content <//3
hoping to write something soon, I'm so sorry for not feeding u all,,, sadly puppies have been on the brain and since that was what I just posted I haven't gotten to writing :') I wanna write for more kinks!!! feel free to rq to ur hearts content, I'd love some ideas,,,
what's it like being the 맏형 (oldest) w/ the hyungline?
selfcare (chan x gn!reader)☆
being overworked is never fun, and you want your partner to live stress-free. but damn if it's not a good excuse for some pampering
do you picture me? (felix x m!reader)☆
being known in the industry as someone who noticed all details, it made sense that you had a bit of a reputation of being difficult.
patience of a saint (leeknow x reader) ☆
leeknow had an awful day and lord knows he wont accept any pity. a warm bath might soothe his mind.
freak(s) on a leash (seungmin & chan)
intro to a collab fic w/ daisy! chan and seungmin hang out after work and have a few drinks when seungmin shows his hyung petplay.
pretty mutt ☆
part of collab fic w/ daisy. chan can't stop thinking about it. something about what Seungmin showed him lives rent free in his mind. sadly, he's much to shy to bring it up to you. luckily, you find out anyways.
synopsis: chan can't stop thinking about it. something about what Seungmin showed him lives rent free in his mind. sadly, he's much to shy to bring it up to you. luckily, you find out anyways.
contents: sub!chan/dom!gn!reader. puppy play, collar and leash, thighriding, finger sucking, fingering (chan receiving), pegging (reader's strap is referred to as their cock), orgasm control, multiple orgasms, praise and degradation, dumbification, reader is trying to make chan less embarrassed about it all.
finally!!! been working on this collab for a while w/ daisy @live-laugh-bangchan and it's been lots of fun! they've been absolutely wonderful to work with (and so very patient 🧎♂️). make sure to check out his seungmin fic as well <3 hope u enjoy!
Chan would be lying if he said the conversation he and Seungmin had hadn’t made an impression on him. It had been a couple of days, and what he was taught (plus the uh, intense video) had remained on a loop in his mind throughout. Not like an intrusive thought or anything, he doesn’t dislike thinking about it, really, but it isn’t the concept for his usual daydreams. Now, however, whenever there’s a quiet moment it’s all he can think about. At first, it had been you in the position of the video. If he was honest with himself, he was deflecting, putting you in the shoes (paws?) of the person. Imagining you on your knees, groin rubbing against his shoe. And he was soothed by the fact that it didn’t make him as excited anymore. It was more so cute than sexy. Maybe it was just something he enjoyed a couple of beers in and not an actual thing for him. But then he thought back to the conversation. Seungmin's words had affected him. Being called a “wolf in heat” had affected him. And then his daydream changed. It wasn’t you on your knees anymore; it was him. Your heel heavy against his cock, the collar tight around his throat. That thought was… an issue. Not in a sex shamey way, rather in a “I’m in the studio with Han and Changbin right now, and if I pop a boner they’ll notice” kind of way. After that day in the studio where he had to excuse himself for the bathroom, he deep-dived into research. Purely out of intrigue, of course, nothing else.
Tabs and tabs of research had been living rent-free on his computer. Some of it porn with titles that embarrassed him to his core, like “Puppyboy gets punished” and “Gentle dom edges puppy”. Some of it was blogposts from kinksters about the kink, giving advice on good shops to purchase gear from and how to get started. It was like a whole world had opened up for him, and he just dug deeper. He had some tabs open of different products he liked but hadn’t dared purchase yet, like a pretty collar that offered a custom dog tag and some wolf/pup ears. It felt like his own dirty little secret, perusing all of these websites. He had yet to bring it up to you, and he doubted he could anytime soon. It was… too scary. Chan trusts you so so much. He knows he won’t be judged by you if he brings it up. It’s not like the two of you aren’t experimental in the bedroom; you had choked and spanked him many times before. It was just… Maybe it was because he found out about it through Seungmin? If he found out on his own it wouldn’t be as embarrassing. But now the whole thing was associated with his member, his dongsaeng, and it made him want to hide it. (Un)fortunately for Chan, he did a shit job of it.
The two of you were hanging out at his and Jeongin's dorm. Chan was sitting in the livingroom on his phone as you waited for the popcorn to be done so you could start watching a movie. As the microwave dinged, you stood up to fetch it.
“Oh my phone is almost dead, could you bring my charger? It’s on my desk.”
Chan called out after you. You just hummed in confirmation and detoured to Chan's room. Like always, it was impeccably clean. No dust, nothing out of place. Everything easy to find. You walked up to his desk and grabbed his charger. As you pulled it out, you happened to nudge his mouse, alerting his computer. Its screen was the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. You didn’t notice anything odd at first. But then you glanced over and happened to see what was open on the screen. Tabs and tabs of… porn. Sorted, of course, all in alphabetical order, but still porn. You snorted to yourself. You weren’t surprised at all. Of course your boyfriend watched porn. He was a workaholic who needed to destress; it was natural for him to need some time on his own. But then you saw the titles.
“Huh…”
All of them had some variation of “pup” or “puppy” in them. “Puppy learns to ride”, “Well-trained pup gets a treat”, “Puppy begs to get fucked stupid”... The list went on. You raised a brow. This was… new. Not in a bad way, not at all, just new. Something the two of you haven’t explored before. You clicked through the tabs, your curiosity pushing you to dig deeper. You saw the other pages as well, the shops and blogposts. Chan had really done his research. You beamed and chuckled to yourself, excitement buzzing through your body at the mere thought of recreating his research. He probably fell into it recently, hence why he hadn’t voiced his discovery to you yet. Chan is shy, so you knew it’d take a while nonetheless. You made sure to go back to the correct tab and put the laptop into sleepmode before leaving the room. You weren’t going to tell him about what you had found. He’d get embarrassed and freeze up, and there was a chance he would outright deny it all. You just grabbed the popcorn and sat down next to him, snuggling into him on the couch. He’d tell you when he was ready, and the two of you could explore it together.
At least that’s what you thought. A couple of days went by, and he didn’t utter a single word about it. Everything was like always. You and Chan hung out when his schedule allowed it, mostly just movie nights or gaming dates. Cuddles on the couch with a bowl of snacks in your lap as you either cried or laughed together. No mention of any “recent discoveries”. You were patient. No rush. He could take his time with it; you didn’t mind.
Then a week went by. You fucked like normal. Well, your version of normal. Which you were fine with. You didn’t have to go headfirst into a new kink. The sex was still intimate and loving, and after all what truly matters is who you’re with, not what you do.
Another week. Same old. Maybe he whined a little louder when you gripped his throat, but that was it. You had discreetly asked him when you started if there was anything new he wanted to try out. He had blinked slowly, thoughts buzzing in his mind, before he shook his head. You knew he had considered saying it. Even if it was just for a second, you saw that look in his eyes. But he remained silent. You assumed he wasn’t ready yet. A bit frustrating, but you knew Chan and his dislike for change. Keeping things the way they usually were might motivate him more. Even if it took some time, you thought you could manage.
And then finally, it had been a month. Nothing. No hints, no suggestions, nothing. Chan wasn’t going to say anything. At first, even though you might hate to admit it, you had been a little hurt. You thought the two of you were pretty open and honest with each other, having no need for secrets. But now… Had you done something to make him close up? You couldn’t wrap your head around it. Why hadn’t he brought it up? Maybe he wasn’t into it, maybe you were wrong. But then again, you had snuck into his room another time during one of your hangouts and had seen even more cliche porn titles on the screen. He had to have some sort of interest in it. Then… why? Was it truly that embarrassing to him? You had pondered it long and hard until you were just tired of it. Chan wasn’t going to say anything, so someone had to. At least if that someone really wanted to make this fantasy into a reality.
A few days have gone by since you made your decision (unbeknownst to Chan). With his lack of sleep clear on his face, Chan opens the door to his and Jeongin's dorm. You arrived a few hours earlier thanks to your looser schedule, and had already prepared everything for your evening. Chan smiles tiredly as he spots you in the kitchen.
“Hi baby.”
He sighs blissfully. You can see the tension in his shoulders slowly loosen from your presence, whatever troubles he had in his body from the day gradually disappearing. You smile back and gesture towards the table.
“I made us dinner.”
Chan sighs again at the sight. Nothing fancy really, just a simple homemade meal consisting of meat, oven-baked potatoes and sauce, but still so appreciated. He had been locked in the studio for most of yesterday and today, endlessly recording and editing a track for their next comeback (even if the next one is months away), and has honestly forgotten to eat. The fact that you took the time to make it knowing that he’d be too tired to cook warms his heart.
“I love youuuu.”
He groans and walks up to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and kissing you. You giggle against his lips before pushing him off.
“Let’s eat and we can cuddle later.”
Chan pouts with a half-hearted glare but doesn’t put up a fight and sits down at the table. You sit down opposite him, making sure you both have cutlery and your glasses are full.
“Am I getting princess treatment tonight?”
Chan raises a brow in suspicion as you fuss over the table; he’s ready to step in whenever. He always gets a little antsy when you care for him, always wanting to help or do the job himself. You sigh and roll your eyes, giving him a pointed look.
“Yes you are, no you may not help, sit down and eat.”
Your words are firm. No “but”s, no “maybe”s. Chan huffs but does as you say and starts eating. Whatever he was feeling before disappears as he finally digs in. His eyes close as he slowly chews the meat, humming at the taste. No words needed. He loves it. You smile to yourself and eat as well.
“How was your day?”
You ask casually, your cutlery clinking against the plate as you cut your steak.
“Long. We managed to make some progress on that track I showed you. Han changed some things around, so some transitions had to be improved. Not too bad though.”
He hums, half sigh half smile.
“Weren’t you working on that same track yesterday?”
You ask, amusement in your voice.
“No that was a different one. We’re considering having them on the same album though, so it helps to work on them simultaneously.”
He shrugs.
“Hate to state the obvious here but you three are workaholics. Especially you. The other boys and I have a group chat without you just to document signs of life. You’re lucky Minho walked past the studio and saw you breathing, I was considering skipping work just to check in on you.”
Your eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance but the twitch of your lip betrays you. The fondness in your eyes remains even when you’re worried. Chan rolls his eyes jokingly.
“Hey now, someone has to do it. The kids shouldn’t complain either, without our work we have no comeback.”
You sigh and give him another stern look.
“Do you really have to work on the next comeback when you have one in a couple of weeks?”
Chan just shrugs. This is everyday conversation. You nagging him and him being avoidant. Not in a tiring way, it’s simply routine. Both you and he can tell when the tone changes from teasing to serious, and right now, it’s nothing but playful banter.
“One day, I’m going to tie you up and lock you inside for a week. I’ll fight JYP himself to keep you home.”
You hum over your glass. Chan wiggles his eyebrows as he finishes his food.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
You roll your eyes at how cheesy he’s being. That is a good segue though…
You’ve both finished eating when Chan stands up to put away the dishes. You make a warning noise and point to his chair, a silent order to sit the fuck down. He huffs and puffs but does as you say, arms crossed over his chest like a whining child. You smile and stand, kissing his head as you pick up after the two of you and put it in the dishwasher.
“So what are the plans now? Movie?”
He mutters, knowing that you probably are serious about your “princess treatment” and have planned the rest of your evening. You smirk, back turned towards him, and pick up the small package you had hidden behind a conveniently placed cutting board.
“Maybeee… But first-”
You turn around and place the package in front of him.
“Open it.”
You sit back down in your chair, facing him. Chan eyes the sparkly white box, poking the blue bow on the top. His ears are already flushed, both in slight embarrassment and joy. Even a gift gets a shy response from him.
“...why?”
He asks with furrowed brows, sceptical somehow.
“Just because. Open it.”
You gesture to the box with a smile. He sighs, the corners of his lips twitching, and opens it.
When he sees what’s inside, two things happen. First, the redness that was just on his ears spreads. It travels over his face all the way down to his chest. Chan feels it spread lower, warm all over his body. Second, he lets out a truly pathetic sound. It’s halfway between a whimper and a groan, half excitement, half deep dread. His eyes flicker over the contents he recognises from his “research”. In the box is a baby blue collar. Silver metal and blue fabric, all carefully crafted, with a dogtag as the cherry on top. In a beautiful swirly font it reads “Puppy”. Chan feels his stomach drop. You study his face with your nerves clear on your own. This was a leap. It got your point across, but you are praying it’s not too much. Chan, however, can’t even look at you. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish on dry land, desperately trying to speak.
“You- How- When?!”
His voice is strained. You smile almost apologetically.
“So uhm… You remember when you asked me to grab your charger…?”
Your voice trails off. Chan blinks, the cogwheels in his head turning before his eyes snap up to yours. He knows exactly what collar it is because it’s the same one he has been eyeing for close to a month now.
“You… You saw.”
Your heart breaks. He sounds so small, his voice barely above a whisper. Chan is so embarrassed. His eyes are wide open, almost looking a little wet. Before, he couldn’t look at you, but now his gaze is frantic, desperately trying to pick apart every microexpression to see if you’re angry. Disgusted. He’s making so many false assumptions in mere milliseconds and now it’s your responsibility to make him see clearly.
“I saw. And I was happy with what I saw.”
Your tone is gentle, treating him like fragile glass. He swallows thickly, lips pursed.
“Happy…?”
There’s a slight trace of hope in his voice. Hope that you aren’t thinking what he fears you are, that you don’t mind. You sigh softly.
“Chan. It’s okay. I accidentally saw it and it’s not a big deal. I was surprised, but not in a bad way. Seeing your uh, research, opened my eyes to something new. So I waited for you to say something about it. I was excited! But then I realised you weren’t going to say anything so I…”
You gesture to the box with a small smile.
“Took it into my own hands.”
The tension in Chan's body seems to dissipate a little at your words, but he still looks a tad sceptical.
“So you’re not like, grossed out?”
That gets you to sigh genuinely, giving him a deadpan look.
“Baby, we have done kinker things together. I don’t see why this is such a big deal.”
Chan flusters, looking away from you with a pout, his whole face bright red.
“It’s just- Seungmin was the one who told me about it and he made it sound so… freaky.”
You chuckle fondly and reach out, placing your hand on top of his to rub soothing circles into it.
“Seungmin…? Baby. I’m not surprised. He’s definitely in denial about liking it and projecting it onto you. Don’t listen to him.”
You actually get a giggle out of him with that comment, pouting lips spreading into a shy grin.
“He was definitely projecting.”
“Anyone could’ve told you that.”
You smile. He looks back at you, a lot calmer about the situation. Your words seem to have calmed his overthinking mind.
“So… Should I take this as a sign you’re into it?”
He asks with a small smirk. You chuckle and nod.
“Yes baby, I am. And based on what I saw on that computer, you’re really into it.”
“Hey! Stop teasing.”
He whines, all dramatic and playful. You roll your eyes fondly.
Your nails drag against the back of his hand as you lean closer over the table. Your eyes drill into his, gaze intense while you study him.
“You want to be my puppy, don’t you Channie?”
You feel his reaction under your hand before you see it on his face. Chans heart jumps into his throat. His palms are sweaty within seconds, heat blossoming under his skin. He swallows dryly, his eyes blown wide open.
“Uhm-”
“Don’t you? Awh mutt, it must’ve been so difficult to keep this a secret. Poor thing.”
Your tone is that sickly sweet that makes him shiver. Loving yet mean, in all the best ways. He bites his bottom lip, trying to muffle a whimper. All this time he's been imagining you saying these things to him, daydreaming about it with his hand wrapped around his cock, and yet… It’s nowhere close to the real thing.
“I’m not a mutt…”
He mumbles softly, his voice thick. Speaking is getting more and more difficult. You raise a brow.
“You’re not? Is puppy my good boy?”
His head already feels foggy, a new soothing headspace clouding his mind. He nods, licking his lips. You smirk and stand, walking over so you’re looming over him. Chans' gaze is turned downwards, something in him quickly locking into his role of subservience.
“Look at me and use your words baby.”
His skin feels like it’s on fire. A dangerous concoction of embarrassment and lust swirls in his stomach, spreading throughout his body, itching under his skin. His eyes travel from the floor up your body until he finally meets your gaze.
“...I’m your good boy.”
His voice is close to a whisper. You can see his brain melting on his face. That glossy look in his eyes, the slight raise of his brows. He’s already going stupid.
“Yes you are!”
You coo and reach up to pet his hair. You barely have time to blink before he leans into your hand, eyes closed in bliss as you scratch at his scalp. That slow falling into fluffy thoughts has a risk of becoming a quick drop if this continues. You chuckle and let your hand wander down to his chin, lifting it so your eyes meet.
“Does this feel okay? It might not seem like it, but I don’t want to spring this on you if you don’t want to baby.”
Chan blinks, snapping out of that fuzzy feeling.
“It’s okay. I… want this.”
You smile down at him and rub his cheek.
“Should we perhaps move this into the bedroom then?”
He nods and stands, stealing a kiss before grabbing your hand to drag you along. You make sure to grab the box on the way.
Chan stands in the middle of the room while you sit down on the bed. His eyes are turned downwards almost instinctively, his body tense with nerves. You can see his red ears so clearly against his blonde hair; it’s almost laughable.
“So… what now?”
He asks.
“I have no grand plans. We’re testing something new, so I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
You hum, crossing your legs.
“We’ll play it by ear. You remember your safeword?”
Chan nods.
“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”
“Good boy. Kneel on the floor, right in front of me.”
You see the shiver that runs down his spine. On shaky legs he walks closer and slowly lowers himself until his knees hit the floor. Your hand finds its place in his hair again, petting the short strands with gentle care. Chan is so warm. He feels like he's about to explode, and all you have made him do is kneel. Every scratch against his scalp is making it worse. He subconsciously spreads his knees, just to make himself more comfortable as he starts to firm up in his pants. You hum with a smile on your lips.
“Good puppy, being such an obedient boy.”
He can’t help but whine, leaning his chin on your knee.
“Does puppy want his collar and leash?”
If Chan had a tail, it would be wagging. Leash…? He didn’t see a leash before, but the idea is so hot he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He nods and straightens his back, looking up at you almost pleadingly, neck stretched out to give you access. You grab the collar and carefully click it in place around his neck. The weight of it feels grounding, his breath catching in his throat. You thumb the skin around it, grabbing his chin so you can tilt his head side to side.
“Perfect. You look beautiful, puppy.”
You coo. Chan sighs in bliss, fingers twitching where they rest on his thighs. You grab the leash that had been hidden in the box under the collar, the same color and metal. As you attach it, the sound echoes in his head. You tug on it lightly, just enough to move him forward. Chan yelps, not expecting it, steadying himself with his arms.
“How does it feel?”
You hum. He purses his lips, trying to gather his words.
“...good.”
He mumbles. You just smile above him. Your hand returns to his chin, thumbing at his plump lips. He’s already gone, that tug on his leash his final push into nothingness. He opens his lips pliantly, tongue peaking out to lick at your finger. You push it into his mouth, letting his warm tongue wrap around it. Chans eyes close in concentration. He’s properly sucking it off, nails digging into his thighs. A trail of drool drops down his chin and a low whine is heard. He’s too gone to register that it came from him.
“Puppy needs his mouth busy, doesn’t he? Such a good toy.”
You haven’t explored this yet, objectification, but based on his response, he really doesn’t mind. He groans, his noises vibrating against you as he nods, bobbing on your finger. You chuckle softly at him.
“Already gone stupid baby? Poor thing.”
The saccharine tone of your voice makes him twitch in his pants, his neglected cock weeping. You look down to see the wet spot soaking through his gray sweatpants.
“Someones excited.”
Your foot nudges between his legs, pointing out the obvious. Chan cries out at the stimulation. The fabric against him, the way you're treating him like he belongs beneath you… It’s driving him crazy. He furrows his brows, nodding almost shamefully.
“Take it off. All of it.”
He feels the weight of your command and doesn’t hesitate to comply. You remove your finger and wipe off the drool on his cheek. With shaky hands, he undoes his shirt, the slowness of his movement an effect of his nerves and not an attempt to tease. Then he stands on his knees, tugging his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, having to maneuver a bit to get them fully off. Once all his layers have been peeled off, he looks up at you. You, fully clothed, and he, stark naked. He feels so exposed under you, truly treated like an animal with no need for clothes. Your smile is all the praise he gets.
“Come up here, I’ll take care of you.”
You tug at his leash and pat your lap. He crawls up, his knees on the sides of your thigh. Chan is making himself small, all curled up. You grab him by the collar, the leash too long to serve any practical use this close up, and tug him closer. You lean in to his neck and kiss along his skin before finally mumbling in his ear.
“I’m not doing any work. You get to rut against my thigh like the desperate mutt you are if you want to get off.”
His breath hitches, quivering against you. Hesitantly, he moves. If he thought the light graze of your foot was intense, this is mind-breaking. Every little twitch is dizzyingly good, the head of his cock bright red and so very sensitive. He’s practically pulsing against you. He drags over your clothed muscle, slowly moving his hips. Chan feels like a live wire, every little grind making his voice crack as he whimpers needily. The fabric of your pants is mean to his leaking cock, rough and bordering on painful. His pre smudges against it, leaving a dark spot. You tut at his speed, gripping his hips to drag him against you. His hips stutter as you move him around at a faster speed than he can handle, rolling his groin in quick, short movements. He’s already close.
“I- Too much-”
He pants out, lips parted and glossy as he struggles for air. You raise a brow.
“What’s your color?”
He closes his eyes and groans.
“G-green.”
You speed up even more, his own hips following your hands hungrily. Your pants are already soaked, Chan leaking like a faulty faucet.
“If puppy wants to stop, you don’t have to come tonight. Would puppy prefer that?”
There’s that taunting tone again. He shakes his head aggressively, stuttering over his words as he begs.
“P-Please don’t- Don’t stop. Puppy wants to come, please-”
He hides his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His orgasms usually feel like a slow build, like something you’ve carefully crafted and raised until it gets unbearable. Now it stings with how quickly he’s on the edge. Within minutes, he’s been turned into a whimpering, leaking mess. His desperation makes you chuckle.
“Go on then, come for me.”
If you thought your pants were soaked before, it’s nothing compared to now. He makes a strangled noise and ruts forward, spilling all over you. The sheer force of it is insane, some of it decorating the front of your shirt. Chan can barely breathe; every part of his body is tingling from his orgasm. He’s practically sobbing, shaking as he’s panting out wet little noises against your neck. You pet his back firmly, your words sweet in his ear.
“Good boy, made such a pretty mess for me.”
He’s all whines, slowly coming down from it all. His arms wrap around you as a way to soothe himself, to feel you pressed against him. You keep touching him as a silent reminder that you’re there. This is new; it’s no surprise that he might need some care. You’re happy to do it. Slowly but surely, he returns to his body. His grip on you loosens, and he leans back to look you in the eyes. His face is bright red and so is the rest of his body. His eyes still look a little out of it, but not in a worrying way. He just looks like his head is still full of that comforting fluff.
“You okay puppy?”
You hum, resting your palm against his cheek. He nods, swallowing dryly.
“I’m- I’m fine. Thank you.”
You smile proudly, kissing his forehead.
“Do you want to continue? Can puppy take it?”
Chan nods again. There’s still something under his skin he wants to scratch, a craving he needs to indulge in. His cock has softened slightly, yet still looks ready for whatever you might want to do to him.
You smile and pat the space next to you and help him move off your lap. Standing up, you go to his closet, opening it and finding what you’re looking for. You take the box and place it in front of him where he’s kneeling on the bed.
“Lie down, stomach up.”
He follows your order, his back hitting the bed. Chan still looks like a mess, his stomach and groin covered in come as his leash rests against his flushed chest. His skin has a light sheen of sweat and his short hair is all tousled. All in all, he looks absolutely delicious. You pick out what you need and place the box on the floor. Chan's eyes follow your movements curiously, unsure what you have in store for him. He can’t see too well from where he lies prone, having a hard time spotting what you grabbed. You just smile, your grin making him shiver, and grab his ankles to push his legs up. Chan, surprisingly enough, can get reder and does so when you maneuver him into such an embarrassing position. His feet meet the backs of his thighs and expose him to your studying gaze. You hold up the bottle of lube you’ve grabbed, showing mercy on him by letting him know what’s about to happen. His breath stutters at the sight. You just chuckle and put some on your fingers. Your fingers circle his hole, slowly warming him up. He whines, legs trying to close around your arm. He’s oversensitive, his cock already twitching back to life.
“Keep them spread for me and relax.”
You tut, gesturing to his hands. He grabs his knees and parts them, his hands shaking. You continue to play with him, the tip of your finger dipping into him. You make sure to take it slow so he relaxes, pushing into him gradually. Every little bit is a mix of heaven and hell for him, the slowness making him whine in frustration.
“Gotta make sure you can take my cock puppy.”
You hum. That makes him whine for a completely different reason. Real or silicone, Chan is excited for whatever. You slowly go deeper, another finger joining the other as you stretch him out. His thighs twitch as he desperately tries to hold them apart. Your fingers feel so good. He’s back to being a dizzy, dumb puppy. His mouth is open as he pants, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed. You slightly crook your fingers inside of him, and you know you’ve hit his prostate when he gasps out a moan. You keep rubbing against it, thrusting your fingers in and out. His nerves feel positively frazzled, his back arching into your touch. Every little nudge inside is making him leak, a pool of pre already visible on his stomach. Once he seems loose enough, you pull out, a pitiful whine escaping his lips. You smile and chuckle to yourself as you take out the harness.
“Puppy is such a desperate mutt that he doesn’t deserve real cock. This will have to do.”
You hum and step into it, adjusting it along your hips. Chan is so lost that he doesn’t even remember if you have a cock or not; he just whines again at your words.
“I’m your good boy, please-”
You tug on the leash, making his breath catch in his throat.
“You’ll take it as a good boy then.”
All words fail him; Chan can only try to breathe as you line yourself up. He feels the blunt end of the toy against his hole, poking at him. You’re taking things so so slow and he’s shaking in anticipation, his heels digging into the bed to try and pull you inside. You push down on his chest, grabbing his neck roughly.
“Down.”
God. He really feels like a disobedient dog, rutting and humping without thinking. It’s doing very interesting things to his body. Frustratingly slow, you push into him. He feels every inch as it enters, his chest heaving from how hard he’s panting. You can see a trail of drool run down his chin, teasing the veins on his throat. It feels like the toy will never end, just going deeper and deeper. When he finally feels the front of your thighs hit the back of his, he exhales shakily. You push his knees up to his chest, properly folding him in half as you lean over him. Tears prick at his eyes from the sheer intensity.
“This okay puppy?”
You hum. Chan nods, lips pursed as he just feels the pressure against his prostate. You haven’t moved, yet his cock twitches under his thighs.
“So- so good- Please move…”
He whimpers, his tears falling down his cheeks. You take pity on him and do as he asks, rolling your hips into him. He cries out in pleasure, only slightly muffled as you tug on the leash. Chan is babbling nonsense already, begging for more as he moans. You speed up gradually, and his volume follows. Soon he’s at a level where you thank God Jeongin isn’t home because he’d be way too aware of what you’re doing. Chan is in too deep to care, all whimpers and groans as you plow into him. It doesn’t take long for him to get close again. You haven’t even touched his cock, and you see the telltale signs. His head falls back, his eyes close, and his body twitches. His stomach is already covered in a frankly ridiculous amount of pre. You grin and tug him onto your cock by his leash.
“Is puppy going to come? Make another mess?”
You taunt, your own breathing ragged. He nods hurriedly, not being able to speak through his moans.
“Good boys ask for permission.”
And just because you can, you go even harder, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing against the walls. Chan chokes on his breath, eyes rolling back.
“P-please- Please let puppy come! Been so so good, gonna make such- such a mess for you! Your good boy-”
Chan has no idea what he’s saying but he’s desperate. He already come once, yet he still needs a second one. All he can think about is doing good, being a pretty puppy. Any hesitation he felt before has been washed away. All he is is your stupid mutt. Your good boy. You hum as you consider his pleas. Chans whimpers are so high pitched he truly sounds like a dog begging for a treat.
“Should I allow you? You already came once…”
You frown. Chans eyes snap open in panic, looking up into yours. They’re glossy and wet, the tears falling freely down his cheeks. He’s so close, his nails digging into his thighs as he tries to hold on.
“Pleasepleaseplease I need to!”
He sobs. You think it over for another few seconds, seconds that feel like hours to him, before you smile.
“Go ahead mutt, come on my cock.”
That’s all it takes. Chan wails and arches his back of the bed as he finally gets permission. His head is buried in the mattress, his entire body shaking. You fuck him through it, every thrust pushing more come out of him in waves. He’s never come hands-free like this before. You look down on him in fascination as you fuck him through it, only stopping when the overstimulation gets too much. You’re both panting and sweating, slowly trying to come down from it all. Chans eyes are closed as he steadies his breathing, his heart no longer hammering against his chest. He blinks drunkenly, trying to look at you. It’s like he’s in a haze, his vision blurry. You carefully pull out of him, making him hiss. Removing the harness and your sullied clothes, you stand up and hurry to the bathroom to wet a towel.
Chan lies limp against the bed, arm thrown over his face. He’s so tired. His body aches in the most pleasant of ways, and his muscles feel worn out. It was better than he could have ever dreamed of, and he feels silly that he made such a big deal out of it. You had welcomed his new interest with open arms and he is so incredibly grateful. Yet… After that intense scene, he feels his head swimming in thoughts. Some of his previous doubts return to him, pestering his mind. He didn’t take care of you, and now he was too tired to. What if you didn’t enjoy it? Had he been greedy and selfish? Did you feel forced to do it after finding his perverse research? If only he weren’t so tired, he might have understood that this was sub drop and not real.
“I’m just going to clean you up baby.”
You hum gently as you return, not wanting to be too loud and overwhelm him. He nods under his arm, mumbling something muffled. You wipe him down, carefully cleaning his stomach and where he’s most sensitive. You make sure to be extra careful as every wipe makes him shiver. Yet he just lies there, letting you take care of him. Once he’s as clean as you'll get him with a towel, you put it away and undo the collar. You take it off and put it on your bedside table before lying down next to him, pulling the covers over both of you. You gently move his arm to look at his face. His eyes look red, and his tears look fresher than you’d like. You furrow your brows in concern.
“Baby. Everything alright?”
You rub at his cheek. Chan sniffles. Ḧe looks so small, still shaking a bit in the aftershock.
“...You enjoyed it, right?”
His voice is barely above a whisper, his big eyes looking into yours.
“I loved it. You did so well for me. I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you with all of this. You looked absolutely beautiful under me and were so obedient. I really enjoyed it.”
“Even if I didn’t do much for you? I don’t feel like I was a ‘good puppy’...”
He jokes weakly, his heart on his sleeve.
“You were the best puppy baby. I wanted to focus on you. I feel satisfied with how the scene went, I promise. Why are you feeling like this?”
You coo, wiping his tears away.
“Just… I guess I was just really nervous? I don’t know why I made it such a big deal either.”
He sighs and wraps himself around you in a proper koala hug, his face resting against your neck. You kiss the top of his head fondly.
“Sometimes we get in our own heads. It’s alright, sweetheart. You did so well, and I love you so, so much. My pretty boy.”
He sniffles, but you can feel his smile against your skin.
god I started thinking about service top sub!chan with an afab reader,,,,,
(drabble, more under the cut)
Chan who loves being useful. Thrives when he can do a good job, when he gets praised. Who utterly refuses to let you do anything because he feels his best when he's serving you.
Chan who moans louder when he's eating you out than he does inside of you. Sometimes he just comes home, drops to his knees, and licks at you through the fabric of your pants. He's already gone stupid, the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders, and doesn't have the energy to remove your clothes. You'll have to help him, pulling your pants down your legs as he whines at being denied. He'll just push your underwear to the side and place your hand in his hair so you can fuck his face. His perfect nose will rub against your clit, his tounge licking messily all over you. He wouldn't notice it himself, but he'd start rutting against your leg by pure instinct. You'd feel his moans against you as he grips your thighs to keep you upright.
Sometimes he just lays down on the bed, cock hard and leaking. He'll paw at you with a whine, petting his lap so you'll straddle him. Not for his sake. Nono, he wants to be used. Wants to be your perfect toy that you can ride until you've had your fill. Even when he's overstimulated, he'll grip your thighs to make sure you don't move off of him. If you still try, you can see tears pricking his eyes as he whimpers, almost pained at the denial. He wants to be your good toy.
He might even be into free use. Wherever you are, you know you can grab him by the neck and lead him into a room and he'll be hard and ready for you. Guide his hand into your underwear while you watch a movie and he'll immediately thrust his fingers inside of you, making sure you cum at least three times. Whenever, wherever. Always yours.
Make sure to praise him when you use him. Tell him how good of a toy he is, how pretty he looks when you ride him. He'll whimper loudly, thighs clenching under you. Throw in some degradation in the mix and he's done for. He's such a good toy, all yours to use. So pathetic, such a slut. He'll come so quickly, yet refuse to stop. You have to come as many times as possible for him to feel satisfied.
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currently working on the pup!chan fic, be excited for the collab w/ daisy!!! in the meantime feel free to send in whatever u want as a request,,,, I wanna post more shorter things/blurbs but I have no ideas,,,,,
Written by: @gnabieprotector and @live-laugh-bangchan <3
Summary: Seungmin’s making an effort to hang out with his members more often, so when Chan invites him over after a grueling recording session, Seungmin, of course, agrees. And maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to drink with his hyung when he knows he’s a lightweight, but could you blame the guy? It’s not his fault that Chan offered him a beer. And then another, and another, until he’s lost track of what number can he’s on. And it’s not his fault that he brought up porn! What else are two bros supposed to talk about?
A few puppy play videos later, the two of them are convinced they would never be into something “that freaky”. Which is why they can’t stop thinking about the boy in the videos - because it was weird…right?
TLDR; drunk Seungchan accidentally unlocked their puppy kinks, and their partners deal with the fallout.
w.c.: 1.8K
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Hello everyone! I'm so so excited to be dropping a little teaser into this fic for everyone <3 Sirap and I will each be writing Chan's and Seungmin's parts respectively, so keep on the lookout! I'll make sure to link them to this fic once they're up. They have been an absolute delight to work with, so please make sure to check their other works out at @gnabieprotector while you wait for the next parts of this fic ehehe <3 I hope you enjoy the intro, and be on the lookout for both of our fics soon!
Chan is already regretting inviting Seungmin over.
Not because he doesn’t love Seungmin - Chan loves all of his members so much that the weight of it consumes him sometimes - but because he forgot that Seungmin is a lightweight, so susceptible to the Asian flush that Chan’s almost certain that Seungmin could take a sniff of one of their shitty beers and feel a little tipsy.
Chan invited him over after one of the longest recording sessions they’ve had in a while, telling Seungmin he deserves a chance to relax, to destress. The producing program had fought him the entire time, so he needed to relax, too. He’s pretty sure the program was actually eating the MIDI tracks by the end of their night, which had him two seconds away from tearing his own hair out. It never helped that Seungmin was a perfectionist and needed to record his lines over and over and over until the line didn’t sound like real words to them anymore. The program ate his “perfect” line one too many times, and Chan honestly can’t believe they actually managed to record a line that Seungmin liked that didn’t get eaten by the recording program immediately afterwards.
So maybe, just maybe, Chan had been stressed out enough to have forgotten about Seungmin’s alcohol intolerance. He was already starting to feel the pleasant buzz of alcohol under his skin by the time he realized that Seungmin was getting a little too loopy to only be one and a half beers in. But he had shrugged it off - Seungmin’s kind of strange in the first place - and kept passing him drinks when he finished his. No harm, really, because both of them are tucked into his dorm, and he wouldn’t mind having a sleepover with his dongsaeng. He knows that Seungmin misses the bustle of the old dorm, where all of them were packed in together. Misses the easy warmth that came along with it, how he could curl up next to someone and no one would breathe a word about it. Seungmin’s not good about asking for what he needs, much like Chan, and Chan knows that it was easier to not have to ask at all before.
…plus, Seungmin’s more clingy when he’s a little tipsy. He’s got his legs splayed over Chan’s now on the couch, and he’s playing with the hem of Chan’s hoodie aimlessly, rolling it between his fingers. Chan lets himself be a little greedy, and bask in the comfort of his dongsaeng being so willing to be near him so easily.
At least, it was comfortable. Until Seungmin stops scrolling on his phone, tugging on Chan’s hoodie with more intention now.
“Hyung.”
Chan gives him a look, already knowing something was up. “Yes, Seungmin, I would still love you if you’re a worm-”
“Hyung, no! I have a more important question for you.” Seungmin interrupts and oh no.
Seungmin’s got that evil glint in his eye that lets Chan know he’s got a bad idea. Sober Seungmin would never miss a chance to tease him, and a loose-lipped, definitely drunk Seungmin is somehow worse. Chan braces himself for impact, giving him his best deadpan stare through the haze of his own tipsiness.
“Have you heard of petplay?”
Seungmin says with a grin that already makes Chan feel hot under the collar. Even if he has no idea what it is, that look tells him everything he needs to know.
“No, I hav-”
“It's this sex thing.”
Chan sighs deeply, shaking his head.
“Why am I not surprised? Go on.”
After all these years he knows Seungmin. He knows that drunk hangouts often lead to risqué topics just because Seungmin thinks it's funny and somehow got it into his head that Chan was all knowing when it came to sex. At least now he's not expecting Chan to explain it.
“Pretty self explanatory really. ‘Pet’ and ‘play’. Someone acts like a pet and the other is like… their master.”
Seungmin chuckles drunkenly and holds up his phone way too close to Chan's face. The older has to grab his wrist to pull it back so he can make any sense of what he's showing him. It's a video. A guy with puppy ears and a tail is on his knees, looking up into the camera. He's seemingly rutting against someone's shoe, tongue poking out from between his lips. Chan thanks whoever's up there that the video is muted. His face is already turning red, heat spreading throughout his stomach. That was….new.
“Do you regularly watch porn on your phone while we hang out?”
He says as calmly as he can. If this turns into one of those “bro-y” moments where they watch porn together and pretend they're not turned on he'll have to go die in a ditch. This was just his dongsaeng teasing him, nothing more.
Seungmin rolls his eyes.
“No. Duh. I just remembered our old Redlights performance. You know, where we all were on leashes? Turns out it's a whole fetish.”
Chan groans and hides his face in his hands.
“Why would you bring that up… it was so long ago.”
He mumbles into his palms. Seungmin has a shit eating grin on his lips, happy that his topic of conversation is having the desired effect.
“Hey, Stays loved it. Do you think our stylists would do something like it again?”
He chuckles.
Chan pulls back his hands to give Seungmin a deadpan glare.
“If you bring it up I'll place a JYP standee in your room while you sleep. No.”
Seungmin just laughs drunkenly, way too happy with himself. Chan can't lose to him.
“Aren't you a little too into this? The puppy branding got into your head, huh?”
He teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Puppy Seungmin is so horny he can't help but watch porn with his hyung in the room~”
Chan hums, tone sickly sweet. He feels Seungmin’s thighs twitch where they lay in his lap, eyebrows furrowed in mock irritation. Seungmin definitely didn't like that. Not at all.
“N-no!” Seungmin yelps, “Yah, you’re as bad as Minho-hyung! I’m not a puppy. If anything, you’re the wolf in heat! Always flashing your tits for Stays like a dog begging for praise. Channie wants a treat, huh?”
Chan flusters, suddenly very glad that Seungmin’s ranting more to the ceiling than to him. He hopes the red on his face can be excused by alcohol if Seungmin looks over. Not because he’s into that kind of thing, or anything. But it’s a little embarrassing to be having this kind of conversation with his dongsaeng, especially one who loves to drag a bit out until it’s long dead.
Yeah, that’s why Chan’s mind is racing. He’s only imagining himself as the boy in the video because Seungmin is making him, talking about all this “wolf in heat” stuff. He needs to put a stop to this before Seungmin gets carried away.
“You’re quiet because I’m right!” Seungmin says proudly, pointing an accusatory finger “at” Chan (or at the space next to Chan’s head - the world’s a little blurry right now).
“Seungmin, seriously-”
“Channie likes being a good boy.”
It’s as if lightning strikes his body. Chan squeaks, an unbecoming sound, whole body jolting, almost knocking Seungmin’s legs off of his. If Seungmin thought he was some all-knowing sex god before, he’s just reduced himself back to blushing virgin. He’s pretty sure his cheeks are on fire, and he’s not drunk enough to play that kind of red off. He can feel it burning like magma under his skin, going down, down, down until he’s certain that it’s painted his neck a blotchy red, too.
Seungmin, bless him, is still giggling away, eyes wide and mouth curled into that evil little smile of his. Chan can’t look at him, can’t perceive him, not when his mind is still reeling from how easily Seungmin made this about him.
“Kim Seungmin-”
“Don’t full name me, puppy boy~” Seungmin sings, delighted with himself, “I’m the hyung now! Puppy shouldn’t be so mean to his-hic! His…his…uhhhh…I forgot what I was sayin’, hyung.”
Seungmin sends him a sheepish, dazed grin, and Chan is so, so glad that Seungmin is drunk right now. Hopefully drunk enough to have forgotten this entire conversation by the morning, fingers crossed. Which makes him feel less bad when he opens his mouth to dig right back into Seungmin, because Chan’s lips are a little loose too, and he can’t be the only one who’s feeling humiliated in the room.
“Oh c’mon Seungmo, we both know who the real puppy is,” Chan coos, bringing a hand down to pinch at Seungmin’s cheek lovingly, “You’re the one who showed hyung the video, you know. Bet that’s why you like when we manhandle you a bit, too. Just a silly dog who needs to be put in his place.”
Seungmin opens and closes his mouth as he tries to find the words through his drunken daze. That definitely didn’t affect him in any way. He didn’t twitch in his pants and he didn’t shiver. Chan was being a total bully and Seungmin doesn’t like being bullied because why would anyone? The younger man swallows dryly, turning his face away from him.
Chan chuckles mischievously, happy to have the upper hand so easily, and grabs Seungmin's chin, shaking his head side to side.
“Poor mutt can’t think? Awh…”
He pouts mockingly, but he can’t hide the affection in his eyes. He’s just so cute, especially when he’s drunk and flustered. Seungmin's hands feel clammy as they push Chans away with a huff. His head spins from the shaking, everything looking more and more blurry by the second.
“You’re a- a dickhead. It’s uhhh… hyungs fault. Changbin- Changbin hyung is just funny to piss off.”
He says oh so very convincingly. Chan just giggles, reaching up to pet his hair.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night man.”
Seungmin can’t help but pout, turning his face away to hide his painfully obvious flush.
“Changbin hyung is definitely into it though. He gets like, excited when I say stuff?”
He mumbles in an attempt to change the topic. Chan snorts in laughter, nodding.
“Do you still have that bruise from a few days ago?”
Seungmin groans and shows off the branding that’s still apparent on his wrist in the clear shape of the rapper's handprint.
“He’s the biggest freak. I think he only works out so he can throw people around.”
He huffs.
“Oh absolutely.”
And they keep talking the night away until they fall asleep, both drunken heaps on the floor. Neither of them bring up the petplay thing after that, but they both think about it. What it would be like. What it would feel like. If their partners would indulge them. Purely out of fascination of course, definitely not for any other reasons…
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synopsis: leeknow had an awful day and lord knows he wont accept any pity. a warm bath might soothe his mind.
contents: sub!leeknow x softdom!reader. brat!leeknow, hyung!reader, hurt/comfort, bath, handjob, minho wants reader to be mean to him and is met with love and care, crying, hyung kink.
inspired by self-care. this became very sappy,,, hope the smut is still good yall :,)
Minho's day was awful. Nothing went right. For the first time in months, he had overslept. Han had to shake him awake, whining that “we have practice in 5 minutes!” as Minho groggily got out of bed. No time to wash up or eat as he was hurried to the car, their manager sighing as he picked them up. Then there was practice. The members often relied on him with dance. They were all a talented bunch, working hard to learn whatever choreography was featured on their next comeback, but Minho had a way of grasping it that none of them could. He knew the details simply after watching the teacher once, and he honestly worked as an assistant when it was time for the others to learn. This morning, however, his mind was elsewhere. Any and all questions were met with a furrow of his brows, his patience worn thin quicker than usual. He grunted in frustration at any “silly questions”, telling them to just work harder and shut up. He could see Chan talking with Han out of the corner of his eye, probably asking what the hell was wrong with him. He knew it was unfair of him to be like that. He usually enjoyed it, the responsibility and trust. Being a dependable hyung who his younger friends looked up to and listened to. But something about the chaos of his morning had thrown him off for the entire day. He barely spoke in fear of saying something he didn’t mean.
The day dragged on as they practised. The others kept their distance, not out of fear but just so he could self-regulate. Felix walked past him and dropped off a snack for him, but didn’t engage besides that. Minho felt so lonely even when surrounded by his friends. He knew it was pathetic, he was the one actively pushing them away, but the pain of it didn’t decrease by that knowledge. Everything was shit and he wanted it all to be over.
8 hours later when practice was done, he was ready to go in the car. Han, Chan and Changbin were going out to eat afterwards before they got in the studio to work on some songs and asked if he wanted to join them. Minho shook his head, mumbling that he just wanted to sleep. They let him go, murmuring amongst each other worriedly. He didn’t have the energy to socialize, not even with his favourite people. He couldn’t sit at a table having to face them and the harsh comments he had made. It was better to just go home, sleep, and apologize the day after, even if the thought of being on his lonesome made him feel physically ill. He sat down in the car, and the manager started driving him home. Minho had his headphones on with no music just to dull the sounds of the road. Every little sound was overwhelming and he was incredibly overstimulated. When they were 10 minutes away from his and Han’s dorm, he felt the car jump. His manager cursed under his breath and pulled over. They had a flat tyre. Perfect. Minho could barely hold himself back from screaming, opting to take a deep breath to calm himself instead. He was handed a mask and a hat and was told it was quicker for him to walk than to wait for someone to pick him up. The manager looked apologetic as he said he had to stay by the car to wait for a towing truck and couldn’t walk him home. Minho sighed yet again, nails digging into his palms. He just walked. He needed to get home so he could yell into his pillow, shower, and dream of a better tomorrow.
Just as he thought the day couldn’t get worse, it started raining. Heavy cold droplets poured down on him as he hurried home to his apartment. Within minutes, he was soaked down to the bone, clothes sticking uncomfortably to his skin. He would’ve cried if he wasn’t so pissed off. When he finally arrived at the apartment complex, of course the elevator had stopped working. He couldn’t even react. He just walked up the stairs, hair dripping, and opened the door.
What Minho didn’t know was how many messages you had received. The members had texted you throughout the day about his mood, begging you for guidance on how to deal with him. You were the one who had told Felix to get him something to eat. You were also the one who encouraged 3racha to invite him out for dinner. Nothing had worked based on how they all whined in their messages. You had sighed and told them not to worry about it. You’d deal with it. Hence why when Minho opened the door, he was met with you. It wasn’t hard getting in, considering you knew the password to the door from your previous visits. While Minho had walked home in the pouring rain, you had ordered food and gathered all the blankets on his bed. With a gentle smile, you walked up to him.
“Hi my love.”
You looked him up and down, frowning as you saw the state of him. He looked sopping wet and close to tears, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. Before anything else, you hurried over to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. You were about to dry his hair for him when he grabbed it, snatching the towel out of your hands to dry himself. You blinked in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
Your voice was gentle as you questioned him. He just huffed, not saying a word, and walked inside. You knew he got like this sometimes. There were times he was so upset he didn’t want to talk and he just headed straight to bed. That, you were used to. But he wasn’t usually rude. Teasing, sure, no one could get his bratty side out of him, but never rude.
“There's food in the kitchen. I got pudding for you.”
You called out after him. Another grunt in response as he sat down at the table and unpacked the food. He ate like a machine, shuffling food into his mouth with no enjoyment of the flavour. You sighed deeply. You knew he needed some kindness right now. To be cared for. But you doubted he’d agree to it in this sate. You left him on his own and started preparing, both mentally and physically.
Minho's mind was swimming in thoughts. He thought about tomorrow, how he’d apologize to the others. The bed that was calling to him like siren song. How wet he was. You. How he was happy you were there, but also apologetic because he knew he wasn’t great company right now. He sighed as you walked further into the apartment. Minho knew you meant well. That you wanted to look after him. A part of him wanted that too. But he was too rigid, too up in his emotions to show how grateful he was. He eyed the pudding. He had no idea how you knew about his shitty mood, but he could guess his members had some part in it. Apparently he’d have to apologize and say thank you once the morning came. Another sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed a plate and a spoon and opened the pudding container. It was really sweet of you to get him his favourite treat, but the taste was almost bitter in his mouth. His mood was ruined, so the pudding was ruined; that was just the way things worked. He still ate it, hoping it’d at least make him a bit easier to deal with for you. It didn’t.
He stood up and put the dishes in the sink before walking towards his bed. His hair was still damp, so were his clothes, but he didn’t have the energy to care. So what if he was shaking from the cold? Showering and drying off felt like too much of a process for him to even start. He peeked into his room, expecting to see you sitting on his bed on your phone only for you to be nowhere to be seen. All that was there was the pile of blankets you had laid there. He felt his stomach churn. You had brought him pudding, food, a towel and were ready to tuck him in warmly under the blankets, and he had barely spoken to you. He felt bad. Like an ungrateful spoiled brat. He sighed and rubbed his temples, his head aching. He should at least say thank you. If he didn’t he wouldn’t be able to sleep. With tired steps, he looked around for you. You weren’t in the living room, nor in Han's room. He blinked slowly and walked up to the bathroom. The lights were turned off, yet the room was lit. Candles of various sizes littered the bathroom, casting it in a yellow glow. The tub was filled with warm lilac water that smelled of lavender, bubbles covering the surface. And in the middle stood you, dressed in a white bathrobe. You smiled fondly.
“Are you ready for your bath?”
He should’ve been happy, smiling back at you and thanking you for how sweet you were. All he could feel was guilt, stabbing at his insides like ice-cold knives. You did this for him, showed him such care, and he had done nothing to deserve it. He frowned and shook his head.
“You go ahead. I’m going to bed.”
He muttered. He was met with a soft sigh as you walked closer. He was expecting you to be mad, to punish him for his rudeness. That might actually have helped get him out of his head. To have you degrade and push him around, for you to use him. That wasn’t what he got. What he got was you dragging a gentle hand through his wet hair and smiling with the patience of a saint.
“Minho. You’re taking a bath.”
It wasn’t a request; it was a command. He shivered at the way his name fell from your lips. It was caring yet firm. You weren’t budging. But sadly his shame outweighed everything else, so he shook his head, your fingers still tangled into his locks.
“No.”
You tutted at him, petting his hair softly.
“Baby… Don’t you want to be a good boy for hyung? Let me take care of you.”
Your words were sickly sweet. He swallowed thickly, trying to keep the fight in him.
“I…”
You just hummed and leaned closer, kissing his forehead.
“Let's get you out of these clothes, you're shaking.”
You carefully peeled off his shirt. His skin was cold to the touch as you rubbed at his chest soothingly. You trailed kisses down his neck, undoing his belt. Minho kept shivering, but now for a different reason. You were so gentle with him. Frustratingly so. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but he pushed them down, looking up at the ceiling. You didn’t bat an eye, just pulled his pants and underwear down in one sweep, and held his hands so he could step out of them. His body betrayed him. No matter how insistent he was that he wouldn’t let you care for him, his body craved it like nothing else. His muscles ached, and his head was pounding. He needed care, and his body knew that, so he followed your lead and stepped out of his pants. You kissed his temple in silent praise and led him to the bathtub.
With one tug, your bathrobe was undone, sliding down your arms in a heap on the floor. Minho let his eyes run down your body, his own starting to warm up at the sight. You didn’t say anything about it, just helped him into the bathtub. He sat down and was submerged in the hot water. It felt heavenly against his worn body, already starting to relieve his pain. You sat down behind him, pulling his back into your front as you relaxed against the edge of the bathtub. He couldn’t relax. He felt awkward. Not because the two of you were naked together, that had happened more than once before, but the softness of your touch was burdensome. You ran your fingers through his hair, gathering some water in one of your hands to pour it down his head. It was… really nice. Too nice. Not something he felt like he deserved. Minho deserved punishment. Harsh touches that left bruises on his skin and pleasure to his stomach. He shouldn’t receive this amount of care, in his opinion. He craved thet bordering on painful pleasure. He thought that might make all his bad thoughts go away. Put him out off his suffering.
Hence why he egged you on. He leaned his head back against your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Minho licked your skin before biting down, sucking on your neck to mark you. You hadn’t given him permission, and he knew that. Your grip tightened on the side of the bathtub. Unfortunately for him, you knew exactly what he was doing. You didn’t curse at him like he wanted, just let the hand on his head drag lower down to his throat. He was hoping you’d grab it to put him in his place. Just hard enough so he could feel it. But no. Your hands continued exploring. You petted his stomach gently, humming in his ear. The touch, no matter how innocent, still affected him. Minho tried to push his hips up to meet your hand, but you didn’t let him, moving your hand to his hip. He whined against your neck, biting down harder. You didn’t react, just massaged his hip with gentle care. You were killing him. Minho felt desperate. All he wanted was for you to force him into submission, to turn off his brain, but every single time he tried to get a rise out of you, you stayed stoic.
“Today must’ve been so hard, baby. I’m so sorry.”
You cooed and kissed the side of his head. He felt his heart in his throat at your affection. Minho grunted.
“Shut up.”
You both knew he didn’t mean that. It was half-hearted at best, and just an attempt to get you angry.
“You’ve worked so hard, my sweet boy. Always my good boy.”
More kisses were littered down his forehead and cheeks. He felt your hands wander lower to the inside of his thighs, massaging firmly. He whimpered at the sensation, cock twitching in the water.
“Hyung…”
He whined.
“Yes baby?”
Your fingers teased along the fold where his thighs and groin met, painfully close to where he wanted you. His hand sank in the water, pulling your hand to his cock. You simply pulled it off, continuing your innocent massage. Minho nibbled at your throat again.
“My good boy asks for what he wants, doesn’t he?”
His need pulsed underneath his skin at your words. You knew what he wanted, so why didn’t you just give it to him? Why did you have to be this frustrating? Another whine escaped his lips.
“Touch me.”
He meant to sound demanding, but he ended up sounding desperate, his voice breathless.
“I am touching you.”
You said with feigned ignorance, nails dragging along his skin. Minho groaned.
“Touch me here.”
He nudged your hand to his cock again. You tutted softly.
“Use your words for hyung.”
The title was a weak blow. You knew what that did to him. Minho swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath. Deep down he wanted to be good for you. After a full day of mentally putting himself down he longed to hear your sweet praise. To feel like he did something good. To not just be angery and frustrated. He sighed shakily and spoke.
“Please touch my cock, hyung.”
Minho had never sounded so small. He could feel your smile against the side of his face.
“Good boy.”
Finally, you wrapped your hand around him. He gasped, his nails digging into his thighs. All the frustration from the day had built up inside him, making him incredibly sensitive. You felt him twitch in your hand as you stroked him slowly, all the way from root to tip. Even with your languid pace your grip was firm. He melted in your hands, head sagging against your shoulder in defeat. His brattiness had died as soon as you wrapped around him.
“There you go, just relax.”
You murmured in his ear. Minho had hoped for you to be rough with him. Remind him where he stood in the pecking order and make him feel ripped apart. But now he didn’t care. Feeling you gently pull him apart with the promise of putting him back together felt so much better. You were incredibly patient with him and showed him the love and care he felt undeserving off. It was dizzying. He didn’t know when the tears started falling but he didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed. He felt small and safe in your arms. Minho was blabbering, his words were jumbled as he whined and begged for more. You just shushed him, kissing his face and neck lovingly. His orgasm built slowly. Not intense or rough, just a gradual build. It started in his stomach, swirling until it spread out along his body, all the way to the tips of his fingers. He sobbed into the open air, his noises echoing against the bathroom walls.
“Close? Go ahead whenever you’re ready, I’ve got you.”
Minho didn’t know if he had blurted it out in the midst of his blabbering or if you just knew his body that well. His muscles barely tensed in anticipation of his orgasm. He was floating in the pleasure, body feeling one with the water. With one final stroke he came. Minho sighed as he pulsed in your hand, body falling limp against you. All the way throughout it you whispered praise and rubbed at his arm gently to ground him. He was fully gone, eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. He struggled to do so, sobbing softly as all of his frustrations from the day released at once. You just pulled him closer, arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace as you kissed his tears away.
After a few minutes he came back to his body. His breathing was more even and his tears had stopped. All he could feel was the water and your warm body against his. He blinked slowly through the haze and turned to look at you. He was met with your smile, gentle and fond.
“Do you feel a bit better?”
You hummed, pushing his hair away from his face. He nodded and leaned in for a kiss.
“I’m sorry.”
He mumbled against your lips. You pulled back and shook your head.
“Nothing to be sorry for. I knew you were upset and I’m glad I could help.”
You rubbed his cheek, his eyes red and puffy as he looked up at you. He wanted to say more, to apologise again, but didn’t. He knew you didn’t want nor need to hear it. You understood him better than he did himself and had taken care of him the way he needed. His heart felt so full.
“Thank you.”
He said with a shy smile. You just kissed him again.
“You’re welcome. Let’s clean you properly and get you in bed, okay?”
The rest of the evening went by in a blur. You helped Minho wash up and toweled him dry the way you had intended to do before. He was quiet, only mumbling the occasional “thank you hyung”. You got the two of you dressed in some boxers and got into bed, the piles of blankets wrapped around you to keep you warm. Minhos mind felt a lot more quiet as you embraced him. The day had been… frankly, awful. But you had saved it somehow. Made him calm down without using force, without needing to. You had been a reliable hyung. All he needed. He was so grateful. With less weight on his shoulders and a tired smile on his lips he fell asleep in your arms, ready for whatever the next day had in store.
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yeah! I mostly write dom reader, top/bottom doesn't matter, but if someone requests something with a sub reader (and I like the idea) I might! request whatever u want!
synopsis: being known in the industry as someone who noticed all details, it made sense that you had a bit of a reputation of being difficult.
contents: tease!sub!model!felix x shy!dom!m!photographer!reader, exhibitionism, masturbation (felix), handjob (felix receiving), blowjob (reader receiving), light throat fucking (if that makes sense), praise.
pls enjoy this as I went too hard w/ describing the photoshoot/outfits... if you look at the Louis Vuitton 2026 spring/summer collection you might recognise the outfits that are mentioned.
Like always, you were early. The people you had worked with before barely bat an eye, smiling and bowing in greeting, while some of the newer faces gave you a look that was half surprised, half impressed. It was a comforting, calm yet structured vibe in the air as people started setting up their stations. The prop manager had already rolled out the eggshell colored backdrop and was currently prepping sheets of pale tulle fabric for later. The MUA and hair stylist were exchanging words about the work ahead, placing various makeup palettes and hair tools at their respective stations. The stylist was talking with the Louis Vuitton representative and unzipping garment bags, hanging up the brand's clothing. As you spotted each of them, you offered them a smile, dropping off coffee as you walked around the set. This was always the calmest moment of your day. When everyone was that special mix of excited and drowsy, going through the prep to get to the main part. It was never a pain on your end to arrive early, as it offered you a gentle start to the day.
Once you had finished exchanging greetings and pleasantries it was time for your own preparations. Your assistant had already brought out your equipment from the car, so it didn’t take long to set up your camera and lights. All the prep that could be done without the model present was done. The model, who was late, was unbeknownst to you in a car driving slightly over the speed limit.
Felix sighed, looking out of the window as his manager muttered under his breath about “Seoul traffic”. Luckily for the idol, Felix wasn't the one who caused the delay. He'd feel awful if it were. He had actually woken up a couple of hours before the time he was supposed to be picked up, his nerves shooting him up out of bed at a frankly unreasonable time. Sadly, his body's “effort” was in vain as traffic caused them to arrive tardy nonetheless. The manager quickly pulled into the parking lot with a maneuver that Felix genuinely doubted was safe. Felix was then hurried out of the car as his manager gave him a quick briefing about the shoot, probably for the third time since picking him up. A Louis Vuitton shoot for Vogue Korea, featuring the brand's spring collection. Simple. Nothing new, not really, but a photoshoot with a brand of such fame would easily make anyone nervous. No matter how many jobs he booked with the brand, Felix felt that every shoot, every runway… they held a certain gravitas. While his manager spoke, he was led inside the simple-looking studio. It was still early in the morning, the sun's rays starting to warm up the sky, but Felix didn’t look drowsy. He smiled warmly as he entered, pushing down his nervousness. The room wasn’t necessarily bustling with life as he entered, but when he was spotted, finally, things started picking up. The warmth on his face remained, although his smile turned apologetic.
“I’m really sorry everyone, traffic held us back.”
A chorus of voices simply brushed him off with words of dismissal, both out of kindness and to hurry things along. He was grateful nonetheless. Embarrassed, but grateful. Even if those words of reassurance and kind gazes calmed him a bit, he still felt a pair of scrutinizing eyes studying him. Fair, he supposed, he was late after all, but the intense look made a shiver run down his spine. He had no time to reflect on who had glared him down before he was whisked away to get his makeup started in an attempt to catch up to the schedule.
You took a deep breath and sighed. This wasn’t the first time a model was late. It happened way too often with people a lot less famous than Felix. That didn’t mean it didn’t irritate you. It was unfortunate. He was handsome and whatever, sure, but when you work in a field such as yours where you run into beautiful people daily, that does very little to soothe one's mind. Ideally, good looks were paired with good manners, but you weren’t one to build up your expectations in vain. You had heard good things about Felix’s character - that he was easy to work with and a person who could light up even the darkest of places just by smiling. Yet his first impression left much to be desired. You sighed again and realized you were still staring at the spot he stood at, even in his absence. Something you didn’t have time for. You had work to do. With authority matching that of an army general, you gave the team instructions. The model needed to get his hair and makeup done, and then be dressed in the clothes, and you would observe every part of the process. Any newer staff who raised their eyebrows at this were quickly silenced by others. Sure, you didn’t hold the same amount of fame as the tardy idol, but within spaces that mattered, people knew not to question how you handled things. Being known to be detailed means you're allowed to be a bit picky. Comes with the job. They wouldn’t love your photos so much if you were slacking off. People quickly got to work, and your assistant ran around to help with further instructions.
Felix sat down in the makeup chair and the MUA and hairstylist quickly got to work. His hair was pinned out of his face as they started the prepwork, cleaning and moisturizing his skin. He looked at himself in the mirror, opting not to move too much to not disrupt the process. Even if photoshoots sometimes felt a bit rushed, it was nothing near the speed of his usual schedule. Fewer people, his members included, and fewer firm deadlines. There was no one yelling at him to get up on stage, no booming speakers ringing in his ear while adrenaline pumped through his veins in preparation to face thousands of people. Simply small talk with soft-spoken staff and calm music. He could hear the pleasant tunes of some indie song being played throughout the studio, probably chosen to match the vibe of today's shoot. He hummed along in recognition, chatting away with the people pampering him as he relaxed in his seat.
Time went by way too fast in his opinion; close to an hour had passed in what felt like minutes, and he was nearly done with his makeup when someone entered the room. Both the makeup artist and hair stylist greeted the person kindly when he entered, exchanging smiles. Felix couldn’t turn to face the person as he didn’t want to interrupt the work that was being done to him, but looked at him through the mirror. He quickly recognized the intense gaze that had made him nervous before. It wasn’t mean, and the man didn’t look angry, but it was a lot. Bordering on uncomfortable. It felt like he was being read like a book, as if he could ask the man about the color of his soul and he would know just by a simple glance. Felix was a bit caught off guard, but still smiled politely as he usually would.
“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Felix said softly, eyes crinkling from his grin.
You looked him over in the mirror. The makeup artist had applied light foundation that kept his freckles visible, a pale pink eyeshadow, and specks of glitter. The hair was curled with blonde extensions, making him look perfectly ethereal. You hummed approvingly, his current look matching the mood board to a T, and relaxed a bit as you saw things falling into place. Looking at Felix with a kinder gaze, you finally noticed the slight twitch in his expression. He wasn’t outright uncomfortable per se, but it seemed as if you had at least startled him a bit with how you were studying him. You reminded yourself to relax.
“The pleasure is all mine. I’m the photographer today, and I look forward to the shoot.”
You said with a smile.
You looked a lot softer like this, Felix thought. Without the previous intensity, he could actually look at you without feeling like an ant under a magnifying glass, and you were surprisingly attractive. Handsome. Put together from the pressed collar of your shirt down to your matching socks.
“I heard a rumour that you’re not the biggest coffee fan, so I hope this is alright.”
You said and placed the grape-flavoured ade in front of him.
His eyes widened in surprise.
“Oh my gosh, thank you! Looks yummy, that’s really sweet of you.”
You chuckled softly and shook your head in dismissal.
“No worries. I just came in to say hi, so don’t let me interrupt you all.”
You glanced over at the others.
“Bring him out as soon as he’s dressed; let’s get things going.”
Felix blinked slowly as that intensity reappeared on your face. It must be what you’re like at work. Maybe even all the time. Serious, yet warm. It honestly gave him a bit of whiplash, but something about it… It was charming. He definitely trusted that the pictures would turn out well; that was for sure.
You sat on your phone going over the mood board for the twentieth time when Felix reentered the room. You genuinely had to do a double-take at his outfit. He was dressed in a dusty pink dress made out of a ruffled sheer fabric. It had a high swallow-tailed collar followed by a sheer chequered part that went down to his shoulders, cut off by ruffles that drooped down into bishop sleeves. With a white broad belt to accentuate his waist, he looked… well, simply put, jaw-droppingly beautiful. You walked up to him to observe him up close. Felix could feel his heart in his throat. Yeah, sure, he was usually nervous about these sorts of things, but the way you were appraising him made him somewhat flustered. You looked at him with stars in your eyes, like you had found your muse, your inspiration, your everything. Even in such a professional setting, it felt oddly intimate to be viewed like that. Something in him wanted your approval. Not the Louis Vuitton representative's approval or anyone else's. Just yours.
“So… what do you think? Am I camera-ready?”
He joked weakly, praying his foundation did a good enough job of hiding how flushed he was.
You looked him up and down with a pleased smile. Not the way one would look at someone they met at a first date, happy that they somewhat matched their photos, but rather like one would when they see a beautiful piece of art they worked hard to get their hands on. No attraction, simply appreciation.
“You’re perfect, absolutely perfect.”
Felix shivered at the praise, returning your smile. It was almost dizzying to hear those words from you. Before, it felt a bit odd, having your eyes on him, but now… he couldn’t get enough of it.
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”
There was something about the way he stressed the “you” that made you raise an eyebrow. Not in dismay, oddly enough. It somehow excited you in some weird way that certainly wasn’t in line with your usual professionalism. But it was barely anything, and you doubted he was playing that kind of game. Just a good person, happy to be praised. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and gestured towards the backdrop.
“Please have a seat and we’ll get started.”
You had been right on the money when you described him as perfect before. There was no other word that came to mind as you photographed the first outfit. He followed all instructions with ease, posing for the camera like he was born to do so. It was detailed all the way down to the point of his toes as he leaned back, legs slightly up as you shot his side profile. You couldn’t help yourself, beaming behind your camera as you praised and encouraged him.
“Beautiful, just like that.” “Doing so well.” “Just one more for me.”
As you said these things, you had no idea how it was affecting your model. His confidence grew from the praise, sure, but internally, he was fighting to make sure it wasn’t visible just how excited he was to hear your approval. Even with a camera separating you, he still felt hot all over just from you looking at him. It was a lot, and God help him if he popped a boner in the midst of a photoshoot. When you were done with the first outfit, he breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Touch-ups and outfit changes everyone! Prop master, let's add the tulle and chair. Gotta keep this momentum going.”
You instructed everyone quickly. The stylist ushered Felix away to change, a welcome break. He fanned his face as he left your line of sight. The MUA gave him a questioning look and handed him his drink to cool off. He made a weak excuse about the lights being warm and sipped the ade. They shrugged and started doing touch-ups, adding some pink lip products. He had to pull himself together considering you had two more outfits to photograph.
You on the other hand, oblivious to his internal battle, were talking excitedly with your assistant, raving about the shoot that had barely started. They nodded along to your words, agreeing that “yeah, he looked good in front of the camera”, but you, much like Felix, received a questioning glance. Somewhere around when you went into detail about his features, your assistant frowned. It isn’t odd for a photographer to praise someone's looks per se, but it was definitely odd for you to do so.
“He's really something, I guess. But did you notice how red his face was? Remember not to make another model uncomfortable with your staring.”
They chuckled, playfully teasing you.
You winced and nodded, cursing mentally. You didn't notice. This unfortunately tended to happen. No one had straight-up left mid photoshoot, your reputation kept them in front of the camera, but you've been told off by some managers about “scaring their clients”. Not the words you want to hear when you primarily work with people. Especially not influential people whose opinions affect your job. You had clocked his discomfort earlier in the makeup chair, but not while taking the photos… were you too distracted? Too excited about the high quality of the photos? You sighed to yourself, mentally making a note to be more observant. Well, more aware of his emotions.
When Felix reentered, he looked just as stunning as the first time. The dress had been replaced by a top and pants. The shirt was slightly revealing, yet tasteful. A low V neckline leading down to a button that then split back up to reveal his midriff. By his hips, it swung out, giving him a doll-like hourglass shape. The white fabric of the top was covered entirely with lace appliques in various shades of beige and white. The bottoms were plain white dress pants that made his legs look impossibly long. His upper body was definitely the focus of the outfit so naturally, his neck and hands were heavily decorated with different jewelry. A ring on every other finger and his iconic silver lockit pendant made in collaboration with the man himself, paired with a simple diamond necklace. He looked… expensive. Refined. Not dressed in luxury simply to brag about one's wealth, but put together carefully. Once again, you looked him up and down. Felix smiled nervously, waiting for your judgment. Remembering your assistant's words from before, you loosened up your posture and gave him a gentler smile with less manic enthusiasm than before.
“Absolutely stunning. Let’s start.”
As Felix sat down, you took more pictures. He placed his hands by his collarbones, wrists crossed to show off his rings. Then he pressed his fingers on his temples, elbows out wide so you could see the necklaces. Two wonderful poses that perfectly highlighted the jewellery and his stunning features. He was working hard yet… Felix felt like something was lacking. He was doing just as well as before, better even, paying more attention to detail. You seemed pleased with him, smiling behind your camera. But that look was gone. The burning one. The one that made him feel like it was just the two of you in the room, alone as you created art. You simply observed him now. Those butterflies in his stomach settled, leaving a sour taste in his mouth that acted as a painful reminder that this was all just work. Not exciting and intimate, merely mundane. He tried to not let his disappointment show on his face, but by the tilt of your assistant's head, it was obvious. You snapped your photos, and then you were done. Whereas before he felt somewhat relieved to be freed from your capturing gaze, locking him in and gluing him to the spot, now it just felt empty. Hollow.
Turning to the monitoring screen to look it over you hummed, squinting your eyes. Something was… missing. He looked less vibrant, somehow. The photos were just photos, not alive like before. It instantly made you anxious. Had you done it again? Was Felix uncomfortable? You had tried so hard to make sure you weren’t glaring him down this time, but perhaps you had subconsciously stared. You sighed, glancing over at Felix who was standing next to you, he too looking at the photos. Your own disappointment was mirrored in his features.
“Let’s uh, take a small break. Everyone can get their food orders in while we rest for a bit.”
You announced to the room in an attempt to push past the solemn mood. Felix's whole body sagged in on itself. He honestly looked like a kicked puppy, small and sad. You walked up to him with a weak smile.
“Are you okay? I’ve heard before that I can be a bit intimidating. I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable in any way. I promise it’s just me being focused, not judging. You’re doing great.”
His eyes widened in panic as you misunderstood him, shaking his head so quickly you were scared his head might come off.
“Oh, nonono, that’s not it at all! I’m really comfortable. You just looked… different? I- it just seemed like I had lost you a bit, or something. I really want you to like the photos, you know? You don’t have to worry about making me uncomfortable or anything. The intensity and all makes you like, trustworthy.”
He was looking at you sheepishly, stumbling over his words. It didn’t seem forced out of politeness. Felix didn’t seem like the type to force anything to be honest, always carrying an air of genuineness with him. It helped alleviate your anxiety.
“I’m relieved to hear that. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you need a break or anything, though. I want this to be pleasant for everyone, you especially as the model.”
Your smile felt more natural on your lips now with his reassurance. He beamed back at you, nodding.
“Will do.”
Both with less burdened minds, you separated. Felix to the room occupied by the MUA and hair stylist, and you to a corner with some other staff. Felix sat with the two stylists, chatting about the shoot and ordering food, yet his mind was elsewhere. It felt like his own personal mission to have your undivided attention again. Not just for his own pleasure, but to reignite that creative flow you had had earlier. Neither of you would be pleased if the photos ended up looking bad, and his company and Louis Vuitton would certainly disapprove. That wanting side of him though… It made Felix feel a bit pathetic, to be honest. He had never been this needy for someone before, especially not just for a simple glance. But now, somehow, you had made him addicted. That heat that bloomed deep in his stomach, spreading throughout his body… He needed more. Felix glanced over at his next outfit, deep in thought. He had to do something if he wanted those strange wants to be a reality. As he spaced out, studying the satin, he realized that the solution was quite simple. For the final outfit, he made a plan.
Food eaten and legs stretched, you were ready for the final photos. It was going to be alright, and you were going to be so normal, not a burdensome photographer that glared at any hairs out of place. Chill but professional, less uptight. That was certainly what you told yourself until you saw the Louis Vuitton representative being pulled into the styling room. You immediately started praying that nothing was wrong with the clothing, itching to walk in there to do any necessary damage control. But you held yourself back, reminding yourself that for the love of God, you had to chill. Barging in wouldn’t help at all. It’d show everyone that you were a total control freak who couldn’t do a single photoshoot without nagging about some small detail. You remained in your seat, instead opting to glance over at the door every so often just to calm yourself down. A couple of painful minutes later, the representative reemerged. You stood up, not being able to hold yourself back from walking over to check that nothing was wrong. That’s when you saw Felix. Stepping out from behind the representative, he looked… Well, wrong. Technically. He wasn’t wearing what he was supposed to, at least not in the right way. The creamy white jacket was supposed to be worn with a striped jumpsuit underneath. You remember the concept photos quite well, having checked them religiously. But no, instead of what was planned he was dressed in the same pair of pants from the first outfit. No undershirt, just the puffy ruffled layers of the jacket pulled open to reveal the entirety of his torso. His hair extensions had changed as well, looking even longer now, soft curls reaching his bellybutton. It was wrong, technically, but so so right. He looked like a wet dream, all lean muscle and freckled skin. Elegant yet exposed in a way you knew only he could pull off. You felt yourself being drawn in as you looked him up and down yet again, something different in your gaze as you ate him up with your eyes. The stylist looked truly proud of themself and you couldn’t even blame them for it.
Felix felt like the cat that got the cream. You were back. Looking at him like before, scanning him, but something was different. Even if you might not have realized it yourself, there was a heat in your gaze that wasn’t there before. You savoured the sight of him instead of picking him apart. It was attraction, not just approval. It was almost more addictive, knowing he managed to affect you. The sound of your assistant clearing their throat is what snapped you out of your trance. You blinked, gaze snapping over to the representative, an unasked question in the air.
“Felix made a suggestion, and it’s been approved. Spring and summer are warm, rebirth, fans will love it and so on and so on. Head office liked the idea so…”
They shrugged, giving you a glare that said “do you have any idea of how popular shirtless idols are on magazine covers?”. You sighed shakily and glanced over at Felix.
“I thought it was a good idea…”
He hummed, looking coy as he batted his lashes. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find the words.
“Yeah! It uh, is. Just… different. Is your company okay with-”
You gestured to his lack of a shirt.
“-this?”
Felix chuckled and gestured over at his manager who nodded.
“Yeah, they’re fine with it. Are you?”
He raised a brow challengingly, studying your face. You looked a bit baffled, but not necessarily in a bad way.
“I mean, yeah, it looks good. And since it’s all approved…”
You allowed yourself another glance down his form before clearing your throat.
“Let’s do it.”
Felix made it really difficult to be professional. As soon as he sat down in front of the camera, he leaned back, his jacket falling open to reveal more delicious skin. His eyes were trained on you through the camera lens, head tilted to the side as he stared you down. You felt your hands shake as you pressed the shutter. It made you feel like a pervert, looking at him like this with his angel-like features. As if you were tainting him, painting his form in filth for your own pleasure. He was teasing you with a glance, and little did you know, he was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. Seeing your nervousness, even if it was obscured by your camera, was the treat he didn’t know he was hoping for. He expected his little plan to work, for you to see him again, but for you to lose focus…? It was quite frankly the opposite of his main goal, but tasted just as sweet. He changed his pose after a couple of shots, raising one of his arms to rest behind his head as he lowered his chin to look up into the camera. The studio lights made his eyes sparkle, reminding you of a vast dark ocean. To put things frankly, he was giving you (or well, the camera) the biggest “fuck me” eyes you had ever seen. You cleared your throat before pressing the shutter, your nervousness a sound that felt like a reward for the model. He smiled smugly and licked his lips. Some part of your brain was raving about how perfect these photos would be, that it might be some of your best work. Unfortunately, you weren’t thinking with your brain in that moment, no matter how much you wanted to. Shot after shot of pure filth delivered in a pretty package, and it just drove you more and more wild. Once you were done, you released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. The people around you applauded, praising Felix’s ideas and execution while you tried to return to your body. The smile on Felix’s lips was innocent as he bowed gracefully, still the embodiment of innocence, as if he wasn’t just eyefucking you through your camera. No one seemed to have realized this fact, or used the photoshoot as an explanation for his behaviour. You certainly had a harder time finding an explanation for what just happened, finding it difficult to just brush past it. He walked over to you and bowed again in respect.
“Thank you so so much, I’m so excited to see the results.”
He said with a beaming smile.
“No, thank you. You’ve been an absolute joy to work with.”
You did your best to appear unaffected, returning his smile, albeit a little shakily.
“I hope we can work together in the future, I’m really happy with the pictures I took today.”
Your words were genuine even in the midst of your mental breakdown.
“So do I.”
He said with a wink that made your body burn hot. As he walked away, it felt like you could finally breathe. The shoot was done. All that was left was exchanging pleasantries and packing up your stuff. You felt relieved somehow. Well, conflicted. It had been intense in all the best ways, but you were grateful you had the rest of the day off just so you could process everything. Were you reading into things? Had Felix just been so amazing in front of the camera that even you got pulled in by him? Or was it truly a pointed move from his part to get you nervous? Those were the thoughts Felix’s manager interrupted when he walked up to you. You had just waved goodbye to the last staff member when he cleared his throat to get your attention.
“Hello. I apologize if this is short notice, but I have a small request.”
You turned to face him with a raised brow, silently urging him to continue.
“JYP want Felix to take some simple headshots while we’re here. Would that be possible? I have to go to another member's schedule right now, but a car will be ready to pick him up once you’re done. We’d be really grateful.”
He looked stressed and not ready to accept a no, already halfway out the door. Before you could say anything, he mumbled a quick “thanks” while hurrying out to his car. You swore under your breath as your assistant walked over with a questioning look.
“It’s just the camera and lights left. Should I…?”
They gestured to the now plain and empty set. The backdrop remained, a part of the locale, as well as your things. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head.
“You can head home. I have things left to do; I’ll pack up on my own.”
They frowned but shrugged. You didn’t blame them for not putting up more of a fight about staying; very few people wanted unpaid overtime. You waved them off as they walked out to their car.
The room felt so empty. It was quiet, no music, and no people. No more of that cozy vibe you had felt before. You turned around with yet another sigh, almost jumping out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Felix. Maybe you were too distracted, but he had managed to sneak up on you. Now that the photoshoot was officially over he had changed out of the branded clothes. His extensions had been taken out, and he was back in his own clothes, a simple black shirt and jeans. Felix didn’t look any less gorgeous after changing, a fact that made you even more nervous to be alone with him.
“I guess my manager told you about the situation…?”
He had the decency to at least look apologetic as he saw the traces of tiredness on your features.
“He did. It’ll be quick, so you can alert the driver picking you up. I don’t wish to keep you.”
You offered him a professional smile. You assumed he wasn’t happy about staying either, even if his motivations were different from yours.
“I’ll do that.”
He chuckled and picked up his phone to text them. You glanced over to where your camera still stood. This was going to be easy, no biggie. That’s at least what you told yourself in an attempt to calm down. Once Felix had texted his driver he glanced back up at you.
“So…?”
He hummed, gesturing over to the camera.
“Ah- Yes. Just sit down and I’ll get to work.”
Felix sat down in the chair, looking at you as he awaited further instructions. You stood behind the camera, adjusting the lighting to fully illuminate his face. You hummed to yourself and adjusted the camera settings as well before looking at him. You blinked slowly. …had those buttons always been unbuttoned? You thought his shirt was fully closed before, but apparently, your memory failed you. Two buttons opened. Odd, but not a thought you were willing to voice. You already felt like a pervert for noticing. Even as you mentally chastised yourself, you couldn’t resist letting your eyes run down that small patch of exposed skin. Everything about him teased you, tempted you into doing very inappropriate things with someone you should’ve been very professional with. You cleared your throat, something that had become a habit whenever you were in his presence, and leaned down to look at him through the camera. Felix just smiled innocently as if he hadn’t unbuttoned his shirt just now.
“Just look into the lens head on.”
You managed to say, tongue heavy in your mouth. Felix did as instructed, facing you, but his fingers snuck under the collar of his shirt to open it further. He rubbed along his skin, stroking it casually as if it wasn’t an attempt to get you worked up. You swallowed dryly at the sight, trying to ignore the twitch of your cock as you snapped a photo. Felix could practically smell your arousal on you. It was painfully obvious by how your eyebrow twitched and your hands shook when you pressed the shutter. That same bordering on sadistic joy reawakened in him. He had you right where he wanted you, bordering on coming in your pants just from a teasing touch to his own body. It was beautiful. The devastating part though, was that you didn’t act on it. He accomplished his goal, working you up and getting your eyes focused on him, yet you didn’t move. You couldn’t. He wanted you to so bad, but you were frozen in place. He knew you might need quite a push to actually do something. That his alluring gaze might not be enough. But he wanted to try, to see how hard he could get you doing as little as possible. He sighed and let his fingers drag lower, down to the buttons remaining. His dark eyes drilled into yours as he unbuttoned the last ones, leaving his torso fully exposed.
“Is this alright…?”
He hummed, tilting his head. You pursed your lips, eyes roaming the expanse of skin.
“...yes.”
You didn't have it in you to object. Playing along felt somewhat okay, watching as he did what he wanted. You didn’t egg him on. If anything, he was riling you up. That voice in your head that said he wasn’t doing anything on purpose was slowly dying as he looked you up and down. He wanted this reaction. He wanted that burning desire that was bordering on uncomfortable. Some dirty part of you wanted it to.
You snapped another photo, mostly on instinct. Felix didn’t mind, the corners of his lips twitching as the lights flashed. His hands teased lower, dragging along the front of his pants. His eyes remained trained on yours as he played with the buckle of his belt.
“And this…?”
He asked coyly, raising a brow. Words failed you, so you just nodded. He smiled a Cheshire grin, and slowly, painfully slow, unbuckled and unzipped his pants. There was no denying the bulge in his underwear. With a gentle touch, he rubbed himself through the fabric using just his fingertips. He bit his lip, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes rolled back. Felix wanted to put on a show. Push you. He was exposing everything, laying himself bare for your enjoyment. You couldn’t move. Your desire froze you in place. He let out a breathy sigh and pulled down the waistband of his boxers, just as slow as he'd done everything else, staring deep into your eyes. His cock plopped heavily against his toned stomach, pre smudging his skin. He was an angry red, twitching as you took him in. You could feel all your blood rushing down to your groin, pulsing beneath your skin. Felix wasn’t better off. He saw the fight in your eyes. How you wanted to do something, how desperately you wanted to reach out and touch. But also how you held yourself back, clinging to some dumb idea of professionalism. It was frustratingly hot. Even with how lightly his fingertips rubbed at the underside of his cock he felt like he was in heat. It was too much yet too little, all at the same time.
Felix looked at you longingly, teeth digging into his lip.
“Please…”
It was barely above a whisper, whiny in the best way.
“Help me.”
Your breath caught in your throat. Felix’s eyes shone in the studio lights, bordering on wet. You saw the frustration buzzing under his skin, the longing. The entire photoshoot had been messing with him, and now he had had enough. He didn’t ask for your touch; he asked for your help. Grander than skin on skin. He needed you. Your body moved against your will. You walked slowly, your mind in a haze, until you were in front of him. Felix looked up at you as you loomed over him, casting your shadow upon him. Up close, it was even worse for both of you. You could see the flush of his cheeks. His freckles. The way his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He could feel those intense eyes on him up close. How your gaze travelled across him, mapping out his skin. It made him leak against his stomach, dripping like a faucet. No words were needed as he whined, his hand reaching for yours. He grabbed it, pulling it down to where he needed you most. Your heart was in your throat as you dragged one finger along a bulging vein. Felix sighed in bliss, his body sagging against the chair. Just one light touch and he was quivering. You took a deep breath, gathering courage. You placed one hand on the backrest behind him, leaning over him, the other moving slowly down to his heat. With less nerves, you wrapped your fingers around his cock. He was so warm, twitching in your hand. You gave him an exploratory tug. His thighs tensed as his hips stuttered, jerking up into your touch. You hissed through your teeth at the sight, squeezing him in your palm. He was so desperate already.
“M-more… Please?”
He gasped, his grip on your wrist tightening. Your lips pursed in hesitation.
“Are you- Are you sure? Because-”
You took a ragged breath.
“-I really don’t want you to regret this.”
If he stopped right then and there, that would be it. You would awkwardly separate, mumble something like “good job, goodbye,” and crawl into a hole and die. You’d sit on your lonesome, hand around your cock as you regretfully deleted all of the “headshots”. It would be over. But God, you didn’t want it to be.
If Felix wasn’t so drunk on arousal, he would’ve laughed.
“Is there anything I’m doing that makes you think I will?”
Even if he thought you were being silly, there was a softness in his voice. Felix felt the same way you did; if either of you wished to stop, you’d stop. But neither of you seemed keen on ending this any time soon. You shook your head and gathered yourself as best as you could. With his approval, you picked up the pace. Up and down, squeezing when you reached the tip. He shook like a leaf, trembling against the chair as moans escaped his plump lips. Felix let go of your wrist to lay his hand against your cheek, pulling you in to a deep kiss. There was no fight for dominance. He was like putty in your hands, his tongue languidly meeting yours. He only allowed himself a moment of bliss with your mouth before he pulled back. He did his best to keep his focus on you, needing to see your face. Every expression, every glance, they all needed to be imprinted into his memory. You were panting, a light sheen of sweat covering your form. You kept going faster, unable to hold back your eagerness. You wanted, needed to see him unravel. He moaned loudly, his dark voice reaching a higher tone than you thought was possible.
“Fuck- C-close, really close-”
He cried out, nails digging into his own thighs. Felix stared deep into your eyes as he fought his body to keep his own open.
“Can I cum? Please- please let me cum for you!”
You groaned and nodded, your grip on the chair the only thing keeping you up as your knees almost buckled. Felix was babbling so quickly you could barely make out the words, only catching his desperate “please”s and “thank you”s. His whole body trembled as his pleasure reached its high, going up and up until it had nowhere left to go. His back arched as he spilled all over himself. He pulsed in your hand as he came, his teeth clenched from the sheer force of it. He hiccuped while you stroked him through it. He looked perfectly spent, breathing ragged and skin flushed. As his pleasured moans went into overstimulated whimpers, you stopped, pulling your hand back. He smiled up at you lazily, attempting to catch his breath.
“You… God.”
You smiled softly, chuckling in disbelief at the situation. It all felt so surreal. You had just jerked him off after a photoshoot. In a studio. With a camera around. It was truly wild and something out of your wildest dreams. You’d call yourself blessed if it didn’t feel so uncouth in the current situation.
Felix chuckled as well, coming back into his body. He had never felt like that. It was hot and fast, yet warm and slow. Perfect. He had never cum that hard in his life. He was about to voice that thought when his eyes left your face, fleeting down. Your bulge rested heavy between your legs, sadly forgotten in the throes of passion. He sighed wistfully and laid his hand against your hip.
“Now it’s your turn.”
He purred, nails dragging against the fabric of your pants. You stiffened under his touch, standing up straight.
“You really don’t have to.”
You mumbled almost bashfully. You had honestly forgotten it yourself, too focused on Felix. He shook his head with a reassuring smile.
“I know. But I want to.”
He hummed. Felix let his fingers play with your belt, leaning in to rest his chin against your hip, his mouth close to your bulge. He was so close he could practically kiss it through the fabric if he wanted to. He looked up at you, his gaze somewhere between teasing and pleading.
“Want to make you feel good. Please?”
His finger dragged over your front making your hips twitch. You felt dizzy with want as you swallowed, nodding. His face bloomed into a pleased smile.
Felix gripped your hips and went down on his knees. He undid your pants leisurely, wanting to take his time with you. Leaning in, he breathed out against your cock, his breath hot against your skin through your boxers. He looked like a wet dream like this; on his knees, a content grin on his lips, his eyes locked on yours. He placed soft kisses against you, licking you through the fabric. Your hands shook by your sides, twitching as you shivered. Felix chuckled, his voice vibrating your bones. With a casualness you envied, he grabbed one of your hands, putting it in his hair.
“No need to hesitate, want you.”
He murmured, his spit soaking you. Your fingers tangled into his locks carefully just to busy your hand. Felix hooked his fingers under the waistline of your underwear and tugged them down. You groaned as you were freed, tilting your head back from the relief. His tongue peeked out from between his lips and he licked along the underside of your cock, moaning at the taste. Your grip on his hair tightened, making him melt at the slight pain. He leaned in and took the tip of you into his mouth. It was already bordering on too much. Your hips stuttered into his warmth, the sound filthy and slick. Felix’s tongue swirled around you, teasing your head slowly. It was slow and mean and perfect all at the same time. He was toying with you but also giving you the reins, staring up at you alluringly yet with obedience clear in his eyes. You tugged on his locks, gentle yet firm. His nails dug into your hips as he hollowed his cheeks, urging you to go deeper. He looked sinful with his puffy lips wrapped around you, drool running down his chin. Felix was blissed out. His head was mush, his only thoughts being you. Your taste, your smell, the weight of you on his tongue. But most of all, the way you savoured him with your eyes. He was already half hard again from just that look. If he appreciated the intensity from your photoshoot, he loved this. He felt so small beneath you, and it made him ache, deep in his bones. He took you deeper and deeper until he almost gagged around you, eyebrows raised and gathered in a way that looked truly pathetic.
“You’re so pretty like this, on your knees. God, you’re perfect.”
You breathed out, almost choking as he swallowed around you. Felix whined through his nose, the praise making his head swim in ecstasy. With renewed vigour, he sped up. It was filthy, all spit and gagging as he took you as deep as he could. You groaned above him, lightly thrusting into his mouth which only made him try harder. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he bobbed on your cock. The sight of him pushed you close really quickly, thighs tensing under his hands. Your blood buzzed in your ears as you drowned in pleasure.
“C-close. So good for me, fuck-”
You stuttered out, warning him and trying to tug him back. Felix refused, not backing off. You moaned louder than you ever have, body burning as you thrust into his wet heat and came. Felix whimpered around you, keeping you at the back of his throat as you pulsed. The tears fell freely down his cheeks. You panted, the waves of your orgasm slowly ebbing out. He pulled back and swallowed, licking his lips as he caught his breath. Felix looked perfectly fucked out. His face was red, covered in tears and drool with a lazy grin on his lips. You’d feel apologetic if he didn’t look so pleased.
You patted his head with shaky hands, his hair a mess from the grip you had on it. He leaned into your touch as it helped ground him, slowly getting out of the haze. You smiled down at him and gripped his arms to hoist him up onto the chair. He sagged against it, his limbs heavy after everything. Looking at the rest of him, his front was covered in cum and sweat. You sighed softly and focused on the task at hand. With a clearer head, you hurried over to the bathroom with a mumbled “be right back”. You grabbed some napkins and wet them with warm water, wiping yourself off and tucking your cock back into your pants. You prepared some more tissues for Felix. You would have preferred a softer towel, but you had to make do. You quickly returned and knelt in front of him. With a gentle touch, you started cleaning him up. He hissed from sensitivity as you touched the more sore parts of him, but still appeared grateful. Once he was as clean as you’d get him without a shower, you looked up at him. The awkwardness had returned to you, feeling rather flustered after your encounter.
“Are you okay?”
You asked hesitantly. This time he actually chuckled, grinning from ear to ear.
“I’m great. You?”
“Me too.”
You smiled shyly.
“I really want to work with you again.”
He hummed, blinking slowly.
“Not just because of this-”
He gestured between the two of you.
“-but because you’re really talented. Please don’t get all awkward and refuse any future shoots with me, alright?”
Felix actually mirrored your shyness for once. He was genuinely nervous that you might blacklist him or be too embarrassed to face him again. You took a deep breath and shook your head.
“I won’t. I don’t think I can, you’re too perfect in front of the camera.”
You chuckled. He smiled.
“Good. Next time, I’ll make sure to come up with a better excuse for my manager. I doubt he’ll agree to more headshots.”
synopsis: what's it like being the 맏형 (oldest) w/ the hyungline?
contents: hyungline x m!reader (although this is very platonic), all fluff.
bangchan
Things were a tad awkward at first. Even if it's kind of old-fashioned to have the oldest be the leader, that might’ve been preferred in Chan's opinion. There were some uncomfortable vibes between the two of you, not something you created, but from Chan. As the other hyungs had taught him well during his trainee days, he wanted to show you the utmost respect, but as your leader… He was definitely considering his words before giving you instructions, ensuring that he remained respectful.
You had to reassure him a lot in your early days. You respected his role as leader and reminded him that “age order” and “honorifics” weren’t as important. He was the one given the responsibility of leading the team; he literally had to call the shots.
And after a while of basically nagging him, things got better.
He could talk to you the way he would to the others. Give clear instructions with no hesitation, no unnecessary formality. And things got a lot more comfortable. The other boys definitely felt the change.
When things got more comfortable, he started being more affectionate. No more overly polite “hyung-nim”s, just “hyung”. His mission changed from being a respectful younger man to being your favourite dongsaeng. If he could, he’d ask for your help all the time, something you had basically made him do after your many, many chats about “taking over some of the responsibility”.
He even asked for comfort, hugging you if he was cold, leaning his head into your shoulder if he was sleepy in the waiting room, acting cute to get your attention.
Stay really enjoys your chemistry, awing at Chan and his only hyung. Chan is always his cutest self around you.
You have a running bit as the “mom” of the team, and sometimes Chan refers to you as is wife, a dynamic stay eat up. He will sometimes give you princess treatment, adjusting your hair or acting as your bodyguard because he has to “keep his beautiful wife safe”.
minho
Honestly, I think he treats you similarly to how he does with Chan.
Teasing but respectful.
If Stay ever makes you do cutesy poses and dress you in pink little outfits at fansigns, trust that Leeknow will be one of the first ones to make fun of you.
When it comes to dancing and leading the group, I think Leeknow is definitely less cautious than Chan was. He’s fine with being a bit harsh in his instructions and critique, as he probably knows more than you when it comes to dancing.
Usually treats you the way one would with someone of the same age. Friend-like. Calls your name with affection, like he does his sweet “Chan-ah”. Sometimes it even feels as though you’re on the same level as his cats with how much he jokingly looks after you.
But that’s all friendly jokes. He still has his moments where he wants attention from his hyung. He’ll act cute, looking at you with big eyes as someone has given him a cutesy hat at a fansign that he doesn't know how to put on. You'll help him, tying it under his chin, and he’ll pout when you squish his cheeks. Even if he's less obvious about it, he wants to be cared for as much as the others do.
Stay appreciate your dynamic, especially when you’re the one teasing him and making him flustered. You’re one of the few who can make this smug cat's ears get red. You're often called “a mom and her kitten”.
changbin
Changbin is respectful but comfortable.
He’ll allow you to pamper him sometimes, grateful when you buy him a snack or when you check in after his workouts. As he’s so secure, I doubt he’ll actually need a hyung to look after him that much, but he has his moments when he likes the care.
Changbin is the peace maker of the team and highly observant, so he’ll make sure to help if you’re ever in an argument with any other member and will be the first to notice if you’re ever feeling down. He’ll reach out, checking in and offering you a meal with just the two of you so you can comfortably chat about your worries.
Even if he’s not the one to say loving words of affection, he’s a sturdy person to lean on and makes sure you know it.
He’ll sometimes ask for your advice on things, such as what you think of a song he’s made or send you photos of his gym progress. Even if you’re not a person who works out, I think he sends it both to show of and also to motivate you to join him.
He’ll often come running to you, whining jokingly if any of the members of the team tease him. And of course you indulge in the bit, holding him close and petting his hair to nag at the members for being mean to him.
As many of the others, Stay are very happy to see the “mother and son” dynamic between the two of you, especially since Changbin has gained a bit of a reputation of your troublemaker.
hyunjin
Sweetest dongsaeng ever.
Never makes any trouble and teases you a normal amount. Your baby.
You definitely have a running bit about you putting up his drawings on your fridge like a proud parent. (Not something you actually do, but you have a folder on your phone of all his art that you proudly show off)
The perfect shopping buddy. Stay are so happy whenever a new shopping vlog goes up where the two of you run around picking outfits for each other.
Hyunjin feels like one of the boys who actually goes to you to talk about his concerns. Even if it’s just over dinner, he appreciates your life experience and input and takes whatever advice you give him really seriously.
Is often referred to as “the mom's favourite daughter” by Stay, as you’re very sweet with each other.
Even with that, I think he’s truly the most friend-like out of all of them. Doesn’t even pull any “hyung-nim” jokes, simply hangs out with you like friends. Of course, he respects you, but to stay, you seem like the same age.
synopsis: being overworked is never fun, and you want your partner to live stress-free. but damn if it's not a good excuse for some pampering
contents: bangchan x gn!reader (no mention of anatomy). fluff, smut, sub!chan, soft!dom reader, massage, fingering (m receiving), light manhandling, praise, handjob, chest play (m receiving), clingy tired chan.
hiii! first time posting but I've been a lurker for so long... shout out to the people putting up w/ my requests ♡ hope u enjoy! rq's open and from old experience requests just motivate me more heheh. tell me what u think of it and if theres any gramar issues, plz tell me...
Boredom is an easy way to kill a person. You knew that you were being impatient. He told you he was coming home late, and you knew he had dance practice. Yet… boredom. Knowledge sadly does not equal patience. So there you were - in his apartment (thankfully, you remembered the password), on his couch, having arrived an hour ago. Throughout the day, you had been messaging him. “Remember to eat!” “Drink your water!” “I love you <33”. He had replied when he had time, short words of affection that you were nevertheless grateful for. But meeting him in person always had a way to soothe your mind in a way that few things could. But sadly, you were still impatient.
When the telltale sound of the password being entered was heard, you almost jumped out of your seat. He was surprisingly early, probably because of a kindly yet firmly worded text you sent to Minho about an hour ago regarding “the health of their leader being important.” Standing up from the couch, you could finally see him. Bangchan looked beat. He seemingly hadn’t taken in any of your advice about eating and drinking. His hands shook a bit as he took off his cap and his face still had a light sheen of sweat. Just as you were about to start your nagging, his arms wrapped around your center and his face nuzzled into your neck. With that, any frustration about his lack of self-care died. You could feel his sigh against your skin as he practically fell on top of you.
“...here already?”
His voice was muffled against your throat as he spoke.
“Mhm, wanted to see you Channie. Could say the same for you.”
You replied, voice gentle as you reached up to pet his hair. It was frizzy from dance practice, and without styling his natural curls peeked through.
Rubbing his face into you, he just hummed. Chan was usually pretty talkative, at least with you, and his silence told you all you needed to know.
“How about we eat something and get you some rest?”
You hummed, kissing the side of his head. He nodded and pulled you even closer.
“I ordered food already, it’s waiting outside.”
He sighed.
You would’ve chuckled at his overplanning habits if he didn’t look so pitiful. Of course he had timed it perfectly so that when he came home, his food would already be there waiting for him. It’s a good trait for your boyfriend to have, but not exactly what you would’ve prioritized that day.
“Good job darling. Let’s get you to the couch and I’ll put on a show for us to watch while we eat. Does that sound okay?”
You asked softly. All you got as a reply was a tired huff and his arms wrapping tighter around you. Prying him off of you and getting him out of his outerwear proved to be a strenuous task. He didn’t intentionally make things difficult for you, but every time you moved his limbs he’d either groan or whine in pain. God, what does JYP put their employees through?
After a few minutes, you managed to get him on the couch with food in front of him as well as the TV on. Sitting next to him, you laid out some cutlery and opened the packaging of whatever jjigae he had ordered. You ate as the show played in the background and slowly but surely, he seemed to regain some energy. Once your bellies were both full, you slouched back in your seats, Bangchan's head finding its spot on your shoulder.
Chan sighed heavily.
“Thank you for this. I’m sorry for being a bad host, I’m just-”
“Tired? Yeah, I could tell.”
You chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around his shoulder to pull him closer.
“No need to be sorry baby, I’m happy to help.”
Chan kissed the skin of your neck gently, another thank you. No one likes seeing their partner tired or in pain, but there was a small joy in moments like these. Being allowed to care for him without protests. Helping. Even if he always looked a little ashamed to accept it, he allowed it. You knew Chan enjoyed these moments just as much as you did, even if he treated his need for them like a secret to keep. Everyone needs to be pampered sometimes, and you did your best to convince him of that.
“I worked out before practice and I regret it. My body is so sore.”
He whined like a kicked puppy.
“Aw Channie… You poor thing.”
You cooed and ran your hand through his hair again, making him shiver. An idea popped into your head.
“You know that massage oil I bought? Why don’t you let me massage you for a bit before your shower? You know Felix isn’t the only one with some skills in that department.”
You said with a proud smile. A perfect excuse to continue this night of “Channie’s self-care”.
“You don’t-”
“I knooow I don’t need to, but I want to.”
You sighed and gently grabbed his chin to make him meet your eyes. The hesitation was written all over his face.
“Let me. I’ve been inside all day and only left to go here; it’ll be fun for me, I promise.”
A few seconds passed as he thought about it. He studied your expression, looking for any hint of hesitation or tiredness. When he found none, he sighed and nodded.
With a pep in your step, you told him to go lie down, and you’d take care of everything. On unsteady legs, he made his way to the bedroom as you cleaned up after your dinner. On the way to joining him you grabbed the oil, a scented candle, some matchsticks, and some towels. As you entered the bedroom, you could see Chan on the bed, phone in hand as he scrolled. You put down everything on the nearby bedside table and instructed him to stand so you could lay down some towels, not wanting any oil on his bedsheets. You prepared everything - lighting the frankincense-scented candle, laying down the towels, and dimming the lights. As he had a hectic day, you avoided putting on music, knowing that he probably preferred some silence. Then you turned to him with a small smile that he reciprocated.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes and have you lie down.”
Before he got the chance to take it into his own hands you started undressing him. With a soft touch, you dragged his shirt over his head, kissing his lips delicately as his face reemerged. Then came his pants, which you unbuttoned with practiced ease and dragged down his legs. Chan stepped out of them with red dusting his ears and chest. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you had seen each other like this; he was still a bit shy. You just smiled in encouragement and gestured for him to lie down on his stomach. When he was in a comfortable position, pillow under his chin, you sat down on his thighs and grabbed the oil.
“This might be a bit cold, sorry.”
You hummed and poured a small amount on his skin. The oil gathered along his spine, sliding down to the middle of his muscled back. With a firm touch, you spread it out over his skin, starting at his shoulders. Small motions at his shoulderblades to loosen him up. Chan groaned softly, hands tightening their grip on the pillow.
“Thaaank you…”
He mumbled, already drunk off your touch.
You kept going downwards, slowly but firmly loosening the knots in his body. As soon as you were done with one part, you kissed it before moving on to the next. Chan was all groans and pleased sighs. He really needed this, and you were happy to help. Once you got to the dimples in his back and pushed however, he let out a whimper. His fingers gripped the pillow tighter, and you could hear how he was gritting his teeth. Even if you knew this wasn’t that kind of situation, your body didn’t seem to agree with you, and you could still feel a stir of pleasure in your stomach at the noise.
“Too rough?”
You whispered, loosening your grip.
He shook his head almost aggressively.
“No- no. Just- just feels good. Keep going? Please.”
Chan sounded almost out of breath, small pants escaping his lips as he tried to speak. It definitely didn’t help the excitement now alight in you, but you had other things to focus on. You continued pressing and pulling, firmer than you had before. Now even gritting his teeth didn’t help with keeping quiet. He whimpered and whined, hands busy as they grabbed the covers in an attempt to hold himself together. His muscles flexed under your hands as he squirmed, softly rutting into the mattress. It seemed you weren’t the only one now seeing the massage in a different light. You smirked to yourself, lucky that he was facing away from you. As you reached as low as you could go before soaking his underwear in oil, you removed your hands and dried them on a towel. A frustrated whine was heard from under you, something you chuckled at.
“I just don’t want to get your underwear dirty, darling.”
You hummed and climbed off him before grabbing the waistband of his boxers.
“Raise your hips.”
Your tone was firm yet fond, which seemed to affect Chan in all the worst of ways. He swallowed thickly, skin flushed, and followed your command. Slowly but surely, you pulled his underwear down to reveal his ass. You grabbed some oil and poured it onto your hands, rubbing it between them to warm it. Now that you weren’t on top of him anymore, he could feel the slight chill of the room, making him shiver. He laid there in anticipation of your touch, his cock growing embarrassingly quick against the mattress under him.
Seconds that felt like hours later, he finally felt you again. With tender hands, you rubbed his ass. He choked on a moan, biting his lips to swallow it down. There was nothing innately sexual about your touch yet, it truly was just massaging, but the air felt different and Chan couldn’t help being hot and bothered. His skin shone in the dim lighting from the oil, making him look like a Roman statue, all firm muscle and pale skin. God, how was it fair that he was a treat for both the eyes and ears with his glowing form and soft noises? You sighed blissfully as you ate him up.
“Such a good boy, Channie. Thank you for letting me take care of you.”
You hummed. His body twitched at your words as he made the loudest sound he’s made yet. You just chuckled, moving your fingers closer to his hole. Your touch was feather-light, barely enough to feel. To him it was nothing but torture. It was so frustrating. He was getting what he wanted, but it wasn’t enough. Removing one hand, you grabbed the bottle of oil and poured it right onto his hole. He sighed shakily at the coldness. Luckily, he didn’t have to put up with it for too long before your fingers returned, circling him. You dipped the tip of your finger into him, making him freeze up, cock heavy under him. He was still unsure if you had noticed his arousal, but based on how your finger was already digging deeper, he thought you had the right idea. He tensed around you at the intrusion, whimpering softly. You played his body like a fiddle, knowing exactly where to touch and how long to wait before he grew impatient.
“Oh my sweet thing, relax. I have to massage here too, don’t I? Or do you want me to stop?”
You spoke sweetly. He shook his head.
“No- No… I- hah- I’ll relax.”
He panted and loosened up his body, allowing your finger to inch deeper into him.
“Good boy, taking me so well.”
You praised, plunging your finger in and out as he shuddered. You added a second finger, the oil slippery, allowing you to push in with ease.
“Thank you…”
He whined as beads of sweat rolled down his broad back.
“So polite. I can’t believe I get to have such an obedient boy under me, speaking so sweetly.”
You giggled, half mocking, half fond. Another whimper escaped him, the praise going straight to his cock.
With every push and pull, you were inching closer to his prostate. His whole body shuddered when you pressed against the edge of it, a pathetic, high-pitched moan coming out against his will. He truly sounded like a bitch in heat, taking your fingers like they were the biggest cock he’s ever had.
And just when it was finally getting good, you stopped. It was pitiful, but he could feel his eyes welling up with tears. He turned to look at you over his shoulder, his wet eyes pleading. You smiled innocently.
“Turn around, baby. I haven’t done your front yet.”
Chan opened and closed his mouth, almost in shock. He knew you knew. How could you not know with the noises he was making? But still, the fantasy of it, of it being completely innocent on your part, made him ache. He felt like a big fucking perv which, unfortunately, only made his cock harder.
You saw the reluctance in his eyes, clear as day, and sighed before grabbing his hips and flipping him over, knowing what that would do to him. Chan yelped, feeling his cock twitch at the manhandling. As you sat beside him, practically looming over him, he felt so very small. A drizzle of precum oozed out of him, pooling on his stomach. You smiled and let your eyes travel down his built frame before stopping at the situation between his legs.
“Oh darling… Did some light petting get you this excited?”
You cooed, nails dragging down his hipbone. He shivered at your touch as a tear fell down his cheek, half in relief, half in frustration.
“Do you want me to take care of that, too? My hands are already oily, so…”
You were trying to kill him. His arousal felt like an itch under his skin, an itch only you could scratch.
“Yes, I… would like that.”
He hummed, hands covering his face. You tutted at that, shaking your head before grabbing both of his wrists and pinning them above his head.
“No hiding baby. I want to see your pretty face, so let's keep these here. And remember, we ask nicely. Don’t you want to be good for me?”
God, you made him breathless. His ears, face, and chest were bright red and the color was only spreading. He swallowed thickly before speaking, afraid his voice might break.
“Could you please massage down there to? Please?”
Your smile was saccharine at his obedience.
“Good boy.”
You were going to run out of oil at this point, but perhaps this was a part of the things Chan needed. His body was tired, so was his mind, and loosening someone up could mean many things. Grabbing the bottle, you held it over his red-blotched skin, pouring it onto his chest down to his cock. Chan shivered at the coldness of it, his cock bobbing against his stomach and spreading more precum over his abs. You put the bottle back on the bedside table and adjusted your position so you were seated between his thighs with full access to his body. You raised your hands to his chest, feeling no need to start with the obvious. Gently, you rubbed his pecs, spreading the oil over them. His breath caught in his throat, shivers running down his spine. You ran your nails along his nipples, every light scratch making his thighs twitch where they lay around you. The tears were running freely now, large droplets dripping down his cheeks. From how hard he was panting, he couldn’t close his mouth, and some drool was dripping down his plump lips. He looked positively fucked out, and you hadn’t even touched his cock yet. Slightly firmer now, you pinched his nipples between your fingers, rolling them just enough to feel good but not hurt. Chan whimpered, head thrown back. He was so sensitive there, his body buzzing just from you touching his chest.
“P-please, more. Pleasepleaseplease-”
He was rambling now, his mind blank. He couldn’t even think. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, and yet you refused to touch him where he wanted you. His cock had turned into an angry red, and a pool of pre now lay between the muscles of his stomach. Even his body was begging for it.
You tilted your head in mock confusion.
“More? Do you mean here-”
You twisted his nipple harder than before, making him yelp.
“-or here?”
Just one finger dragged up the underside of his cock, teasing a pulsing vein. He sobbed, hiccuping as he tried to speak.
“Both! Please both, I’ve- I’ve been so so good for you, please…”
You hummed, considering his words.
“You have been really good…”
With that, you gripped his cock in your fist and started pumping it at a dizzying speed. His back bent like a bow, his arms shaking where they still lay above his head. Chan was all whimpers, high-pitched and loud, with no care for whatever his neighbours were doing that evening. You kept pinching and twisting one of his nipples, and he grew dangerously close, dangerously fast.
“Can I cum? Pleasepleaseplease-”
He was fucked stupid, but his manors were seemingly deeply engraved in him. Even when he had been reduced to a sobbing, whimpering slut he couldn’t help but be polite. You chuckled to yourself, deciding to have some mercy on your good boy.
“You can baby. Cum for me.”
And that’s all he needed. It was pornographic, his head thrown back against the sheets, his body bent and his mouth wide open as he wails in pleasure. His cum shot up his stomach, some of it nearly reaching his chest with the sheer force of it. You kept on stroking him through his orgasm, patting his chest to calm him down. He was panting, desperately trying to breathe as he came down from his high. Blinking away the tears, he tried to look up at you, his vision blurry. Once his moans turned into pained whimpers, you stopped. As he was out of it, you stood up, grabbing one of the towels so you could wet it to clean him up. He whined at the loss of contact, which elicited a chuckle out of you.
“I’ll be back baby, don’t you worry.”
Chan sighed deeply and rested his tired body against the towels. He felt how dirty he was, so he’d prefer a shower, but with how active he had been that day - both outside and inside the bedroom, he knew it was better to let you do the work, even if it pained him. When you returned, he seemed more conscious. You smiled at him and sat by his side, gently wiping him down with the wet towel. He smiled back at you, but there was something somber in his eyes.
“Can I…?”
He gestured towards you, hinting at your own arousal. Ever the giver, of course he wanted to “repay the favour” after being fucked stupid. You shook your head, the warmth remaining on your face.
“Not tonight baby. I’m so happy to take care of you, don’t you worry.”
He sighed but didn’t put up a fight. As he was as clean as you could get him with a towel, you leaned down to press a long kiss against his lips, wiping his tears in the process.
“You did so well.”
You hummed against his lips, placing one final kiss on them before picking up the blanket and laying it over him, getting under the covers with him. He was immediately glued to your side, peppering kisses along your neck.
“Thank you. I think… I needed that.”
He mumbled into your skin.
“I know. And I’m happy to be there for you. My sweet sweet Channie.”
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