“IM A FEMINIST” then turn around and say “I hate men” LIKE IT DOESNT WORK LIKR THATUUUUUSHS
im sorry of all things you could have said about me, you choose the men route ?? i’ve always expressed my distaste towards disrespectful men, i’m not hiding anything
all of my friends, including my guy friends, know this and they understand my point of view
i have defended men before, online and in person when that credit is due
i respect men who respect me but i’m not going to act like women owe men anything
do i want everyone to be equal ? of course but i’ve realized that it will never happen because men are the ones who have set us back immensely
not just once or twice but thousands of times, and that hate keeps spreading until enough men with hate in their hearts have swallowed a red pill
call me what you want, i’ve been called a hive minded misandrist idc
but misogyny has no reason to exist nor does it have anything to back it up, misandry does
i don’t think if i’m a misandrist because i don’t hate men for no reason, i hate men WITH reason
you can’t just look at misogyny and be like “not all men !!!” you are flattening the problem out, rather than holding those men accountable
and when someone stands up to those men and says that they hate those type of men, suddenly it’s a problem because they HATE the man instead of looking at the bigger picture of why there is reason to hate on the man, does that make any sense ??? sorry if it doesn’t
i don’t hate random men just because they’re men, i hate men who have contributed to the oppression of women
might get hate for this but its okay <33 if you respect me, i will respect you no matter the gender, but respect is earned, not just gifted.
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rough mirror sex w/ seungmin after an argument ( tw: bulge kink )
“you really think you can piss me off and walk away like that?” seungmin growls in your ear, his low voice cutting through the thick, heated atmosphere between you. his hands grip your waist, yanking you back roughly against him until your ass is flush to the hardness in his jeans. you huff, still annoyed from the bite of the argument.
“you’re being dramatic,” you snap, even as heat simmers low in your belly at the way his grip tightens.
“oh? you think so?” he sneers, one hand sliding down to grope your ass roughly, squeezing until you gasp.
before you can spit out another snarky remark, he maneuvers you to face the vanity mirror on the opposite wall, the slight fog of your reflection already making your heart race.
“bend over,” he orders flatly, voice colder now, no room for debate.
your pride wants to argue, but fuck— it’s hard to focus when anger and arousal burn together in the air, and his authoritative tone makes your thighs clench.
“seungmin—”
“i said bend over,” he interrupts sharply, his palm pressing down hard on the curve of your spine as he forces you to bow over the dresser, your sweaty palms smacking against the cool glass for balance.
you shoot him a look through the reflection, lips parting to protest but nothing comes out except a sharp gasp as his hand yanks at your waistband, your panties and jeans shoved down to your knees in one rough motion.
“you like pushing me, don’t you?” his tone is edged with quiet fury as he kicks your legs apart with his knee.
“you’re so full of it,” you fire back, but your voice is shaking faintly.
that small tremble doesn’t go unnoticed. his smirk sharpens, big hands gripping your hips as his dark eyes lock on yours.
“full of it?” he taunts, his fingers sliding down to brush over your slick folds teasingly. “funny how this says otherwise.”
your breath shudders, anger warring with the heat crawling up your spine as your body betrays the tension crackling between you two.
his smirk only deepens at how wet you already are, two fingers sliding through your folds, dragging your slick over your clit before pushing them inside you all at once.
you gasp, knees buckling slightly at the sudden stretch.
“look at you,” he murmurs harshly, curling his fingers deep, the wet squelch of your cunt impossible to ignore. “all wet from arguing with me. pathetic little brat.”
“fuck- seungmin,” you moan, gripping the edges of the dresser to steady yourself as he pumps his fingers rougher now, your walls tightening around him with every drag and thrust.
he glares at you in the mirror, forcing your head up with his free hand so your reflection is right there, your flushed cheeks burning under his angry, determined gaze.
“keep your eyes on it,” he demands, and the way he says it makes your legs shake uncontrollably as he curls his fingers deep against your g-spot, watching closely for every little reaction.
“the fuck do- haahh- do you think you’re—”
he pulls his fingers out before you can finish, and before you can snap at him, he’s unzipping his jeans, yanking his cock free.
your words die on your tongue, frustration turning into desperation as your head drops forward slightly.
“look at me,” he commands again, and the sharp slap lands on your ass before you can argue, making you gasp again.
you force your head up, scowling weakly at him, but your resolve is cracking— especially when his hand wraps around his cock and lines it up against your dripping folds.
“you were so fucking mouthy earlier,” he mutters, dragging his tip through your messy folds slowly, teasing you.
“you’re not—”
whatever you were about to say vanishes the second he pushes in without warning, his cock stretching you wide as it sinks into your cunt, hot and fast and so fucking deep.
“fuck, min!” you cry, your sweaty palms slipping slightly against the glass as you try to keep yourself steady.
your walls clench tight around his cock as he fills you, and he groans deep in his chest at the feeling, the sound rough and breathy.
“that shut you up quick, didn’t it?” he hisses, his fingers digging into your hips brutally as he starts to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before surging forward again, bottoming out with a harsh snap of his hips.
you can’t stop the slew of broken moans that falls from your lips, your body jerking forward with every hard thrust.
“too big for you, huh? thought you could take it,” he sneers.
your glare through the mirror falters again, your cunt fluttering helplessly around him as he pounds into you harder now, the wet slap of skin echoing alongside the loud squelch of your dripping cunt.
his eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, dark and focused, his jaw tight as his hips crash into yours again and again, forcing your legs to shake.
“fuck,” he groans roughly, one hand releasing your hip to tangle in your hair, jerking your head back slightly. “look at yourself, baby,” he rasps in your ear. “look at the way you’re creaming on my cock.”
your blurred reflection stares back at you, glassy eyed and flushed, your lips parted as your juices froth at his base, leaking messily down your thighs and coating him in glossy strings.
“fuck, seungmin- too much—” you gasp, desperate as his cock drives relentlessly into your g-spot, your legs trembling harder.
“don’t you fucking dare,” he cuts you off, his hips snapping even harder, his hand sliding down to press over your stomach, right against the bulge of his cock stretching you.
your eyes roll back instantly, your walls spasming as his fingers press harder into the tender bump on your stomach.
“you feel that?” he hisses through clenched teeth, pulling your body back against him harder.
you nod helplessly, tears pricking your eyes now, too overwhelmed to argue anymore as his thrusts turn brutal.
“good,” he grits out. “you take it so fucking well, but you need to learn when to stop running that mouth of yours.”
the sting of his palm smacking your ass again makes you moan loudly, your cunt clenching impossibly tighter as you start to fall apart.
“seungmin, gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum—”
“yeah, you are,” he says lowly as he keeps slamming into you mercilessly. “go ahead, baby. cream all over this cock for me. cry for me like the fucking brat you are.”
his words push you over the edge instantly, your thighs shaking wildly as your orgasm snaps through you, heat pouring through your veins as you gush all over his cock with a sharp cry of his name, your body going limp in his hold.
“fucking hell,” he groans, his rhythm faltering just briefly before his clasp on your hips fasten, dragging you back harder onto his cock as his pace turns careless and frantic.
sloppy, wet sounds fill the room as he buries himself deep in you one last time, a low grunt erupting from his chest as hot, thick ropes paint your insides, his cock twitching as he fills you up completely.
but instead of pulling out, his hand grips your hair again, forcefully tugging your tear-streaked, fucked out reflection into focus.
“don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart. not until you’re really sorry.”
pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader feat. lee minho
tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, threesome, smut!!!🔞
warnings: swearing, exhibitionism, wet dreams, tiny mention of attack on titan, brief mention of covid, government mandated isolation, degradation kink (like, huge one!), sub!reader, dom!minho, softdom!seungmin, use of words like “baby, dumb, little girl, good girl, stupid, dumbass”, spanking, light choking, fingering, multiple orgasms, minho is an ass man we know, i really really lost my mind here guys. i will never get it back.
inspo: requested by anon! who is also now my fav person. *whispers back* how do you feel about min & y/n (ft. another member of your choice) engaging in exhibitionism 🧐 y/n has a wet dream about said member and it’s kept her restless and horny — obviously seungmin takes note and asks whats going on and y/ns all like nooo youre gonna think im weird and i feel bad i don’t want you to hate me but he’s quick to shut that down and reassures her that he’s into it too because no matter what y/n will always belong to him
notes: when i read this request i had two ideas. this, surprisingly, is the tamer one. if y’all want might write a part two with that second much more unhinged idea. rbs and feedback are appreciated 🫶🏻
{ wc: 5195 }
You woke up in a sweat, remembering bits and pieces of your dream. It was sexual, extremely sexual—beyond anything you’ve ever done in your real life. You were in the middle of a house party, fucking someone on the couch while everyone was watching and cheering you on. They were making suggestions at the pair of you, and your partner was taking every idea to heart. What names to call you, what position to put you in, if he should let you cum or not.
It was so dirty and so good.
When you woke up and quickly went to pee you realised your panties were completely soaked through, and so were your pyjamas.
You quickly hopped in the shower, cleaning the mess off your thighs and getting ready for the day.
As you were brushing your teeth you couldn’t help but replay the parts you remembered from your dream, your thighs clenching as you thought about how deep he thrust inside you. And then suddenly an image came into your brain. You knew it wasn’t your boyfriend, Seungmin, who was fucking you in the dream. But you didn’t think you’d remember the face of who it was. And then you did.
It was Minho.
Minho, your boyfriend’s roommate and best friend. Who you never even considered you could have a wet dream about.
You felt shame take over your skin as you walked into the living room, needing something to drink to cool you down.
It wasn’t like you never had wet dreams. You had them quite often, and they weren’t often about your boyfriend either. He found it hilarious when you would wake up and tell him all about the sex you were having with your favourite anime character, or the blow job you just gave to the actor from whatever show you were watching.
You never thought you’d dream about anyone you knew in real life, let alone someone who was so close to you. So close to your boyfriend.
After you finished your breakfast you stood by the sink to wash up after yourself, a pair of hands snaking around your stomach from behind.
“Where did you go?” Seungmin’s soft voice whispered down your ear, still coated with sleep.
“Oh, I just wanted some food,” you excused.
“You were making those noises in your sleep again,” you heard more than saw his smirk, “did Levi fuck you good this time?”
“What? No! What are you talking about?” You escaped from his grip, getting your bottle and filling it with water. It was full already, so you dipped the whole container down the drain and then refilled it—just to save yourself from having to look at Seungmin with how warm your face felt at his question.
He knew you too well.
“Was it Mikasa, then?” He raised his eyebrows in glee.
“Shut up,” you chuckled at him.
“I wanna hear the dream,” he whined at you, “they’re always so good.”
“Pervert,” you shifted the attention to him, or more like tried. You knew how stubborn he could get, and your boyfriend wouldn’t stop until he heard the story. You wondered if you could get away with lying to him about the subject of your fantasy.
“Okay, fine. But you can’t judge!” You sent him a warning finger. Seungmin smiled at you, crossed his heart with his finger, and waited enthusiastically to hear more.
“I was at a party fucking someone in front of everyone else,” you said quickly. You couldn’t quite meet his eyes, but you still saw the expression on his face. Bewilderment and horniness and a hint of pride were the only emotions you could see.
“Everyone else?” He promoted, taking a step closer to you.
“Yeah, they were like… cheering and stuff.”
“Cheering?” You nodded.
“So,” his voice dropped to a whisper, his lips by your ear, “the whole room was domming you?”
“Yeah, something like that,” you sighed.
“Fuck,” he grabbed your hips, squeezing them. “No wonder you were so loud this time. Sounds like a really good dream.”
You looked up into his eyes, his pupils swimming with lust as he licked over his lips. Maybe Seungmin liked that fantasy as much as you did—even though neither of you have ever talked about something like that before.
His fingers slipped under your baggy shirt, gripping your skin.
“Didn’t think you liked an audience,” he said, planting a soft kiss by your ear.
He felt your cheek heating up, noticed how you weren’t even teasing him back. So he moved in front of your face, cocking his head to the side.
“Why are you shy, bubs?” You didn’t answer. “I’m sorry,” he pulled away from you, noticing you were extremely stiff now, “I didn’t mean to overstep.”
“No, Minnie, it’s fine!” You promised him quickly. “I’m just… embarrassed.”
“From me?” He almost gasped.
“The dream in general. It was so vivid and hot and,” you sighed, finding the kitchen floor so extremely interesting.
“Then why are you embarrassed? You have hot dreams a lot, they’re the highlight of most of my mornings,” he smiled at you. “Who was it?”
You felt your heart drop. You couldn’t possibly tell him. It was weird, and wrong, and you were afraid it would upset him too much. “Uh, no one special.”
“Aw, someone else got to fuck my horny little girl,” he faked pouted at you. Seungmin honestly didn’t care at all that it wasn’t him in the dreams, because it was usually him who made them come true when you woke up. He just loved knowing what it was that got you all hot and bothered, even if the answer was sometimes a superhero or a fake lawyer or one time that guy from Atlantis.
“Don’t start,” you blushed, feeling the heat travel down your body and settle in your core at his nickname.
“Okay,” he conceded, “but you usually wake up really needy from these dreams so I thought I could help you out.”
“You’re so kind and selfless,” you teased, smirking at how he was suggesting it was only you that needed help—like you couldn’t see the semi in his shorts.
“I am those things, yes,” he smiled innocently at you.
“What are you?” Felix asked, entering the kitchen and going straight to the fridge. He took out a two litre bottle and started chugging it as he waited for your answer.
“I was just telling Minnie how he’s the cutest most beautiful boyfriend ever,” you smirked, as it was now your boyfriend’s turn to blush.
“Cute,” Felix smiled, before he started preparing his breakfast.
You jumped on the counter as the three of you started talking about the latest Marvel film and when you could all go and watch it, Seungmin slotting in between your legs as he faced Felix.
He hooked his hands under your knees as the conversation spiralled, his roommate not at all bothered by the physical affection between you two.
At this point you practically lived at the dorm, and were very used to the boys’ presence—as they were to yours.
When Jeongin woke up he didn’t even notice any of you in the kitchen until he started drinking his coffee.
Then he asked who wanted to join his shopping trip later this week.
“Can I come?” You asked eagerly, kicking your legs up around Seungmin’s body. He caught your calves up in the air then let you swing them back down, playing with your knees absentmindedly.
“Sure,” Jeongin smiled at you, taking a bite of the food Felix prepared for them.
“Yah!” You heard a shout down the hallway as the door opened then closed quickly. “You guys need to stop ordering so much shit!”
“It wasn’t me this time!” Felix yelled quickly, eyes wide as he looked towards the source of the voice.
Minho walked into the kitchen, five packages in his arms as a scowl painted his face.
He dropped them on the table with a bang, giving each of his roommates a death stare.
Jeongin happily ignored it, grabbing the first package on the pile and opening it with an excited dance in his seat. Then Seungmin walked away from you and picked up the other packages, tearing them apart quickly.
You realised you didn’t close your legs since he moved away. Minho was looking at you.
Your whole body was on fire as you watched him watching you, slowly moving closer to you. You couldn’t even look at him—even the smallest glance his way threw you straight back to your dream. The way he looked underneath you, the way he commanded the whole room as he touched you and f—
“Hey, Y/N,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you. He was right in front of you, reminding you to quickly shut your legs. “Move?”
“W-what?”
“You’re sitting in front of my blender,” he chuckled.
“Oh, oh yeah. Oh, of course. I’m so sorry, so sorry,” you jumped off the counter, extremely aware of Jeongin looking at you.
“Why is she being weird?” He half whispered at Seungmin. But the kitchen was small, and there was only you four in it anyway, and everyone could hear his question. It reminded you so much of the dream.
“I need to, um, I. Phone,” is all you managed, before you practically ran out of the kitchen and back into the room.
You groaned at yourself, sinking down into the bed as you tried to push the images from the dream away. It was impossible, and if you weren’t careful you’d ruin your new underwear in a matter of minutes.
A few seconds later, as you were still running your hands down your face, Seungmin walked into the room.
He plopped your phone down next to you.
“Your phone was in the kitchen, dumbass.” He sat down next to you, waiting for you to calm down.
“Okay, listen,” you started, taking in a deep breath.
“Your sex dream was about Minho and what Innie said got you so flustered because it was like your dream,” he confirmed, nonchalantly.
You gasped.
“I know you like the back of my hand, bubs,” he said when you just looked at him in shock before he kissed you softly.
“I’m sorry, Minnie, I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I don’t control it and I know it’s wrong and I promise I feel nothing for him it’s not like that at all I—“
“—it’s fine,” he emphasised, making sure to look right into your eyes as he spoke. “I’m not jealous or mad or anything. It was actually extremely funny how flustered you got.”
“Min!” You yelled, slapping at his arm.
“Was that what you were moaning in your dream?” He smirked at you.
“Oh my god!” You groaned, covering your face as you fell onto your back. Seungmin crawled up your body, placing a hand on either side of your middle as he laughed.
**
Luckily for you, you weren’t faced with Minho again after that. Unluckily, it was because he got a confirmed test and was sent away to quarantine until he got better. Because of that, everyone that was in contact with him was forced into a five day isolation period—including you.
It wasn’t the first time you were isolating with your boyfriend, or his roommates for that matter, and so you happily just got on with your days in the house together.
Without the resident cook, you and Felix were in charge of feeding the others and Jeongin was in charge of complaining he was hungry after every meal.
“Why don’t you say thank you and just shut up?” Seungmin snapped after the third time, claiming he was disrespecting your efforts and he couldn’t stand for that.
Between video games and trying to work from home and the cabin fever, you were all actually doing pretty well. The only thing you had to complain about was the lack of privacy meant you didn’t have any alone time with your boyfriend, and worse of all, you never actually got to relieve the tension you felt since the dream.
So when you finished your work for the day and walked back into the room to see Seungmin on his phone, completely relaxed, you took your opportunity and climbed onto the bed.
You perched yourself right next to him, getting comfortable on your stomach, and tapped his chin.
“Kiss me,” you demanded. Seungmin laughed at you, locking his phone and discarding it on the bed before he followed your command.
His soft lips collided with yours as he brought a hand to your cheek, pulling you in closer.
You deepened the kiss, sighing against him as he put more force into his action—his tongue delicately licking your lips. You opened your mouth, moaning softly into the kiss as you relaxed against his chest.
“Oh wow, what a sight,” you heard a voice say behind you.
You jumped up, looking behind you to find Seungmin’s laptop was perched at the edge of the bed—and on it was an ongoing FaceTime call.
You only saw your reflection for a moment before you jumped up and turned around, and then you understood what the voice meant. Your ass was completely in view, leaving almost nothing to the imagination considering you were wearing your tightest pair of leggings.
And then you noticed who was sitting on the other side of the call.
“Sorry, hyung,” Seungmin said, bringing a hand around your shoulder, “I have to admit I forgot you were there.”
“Can’t blame you,” Minho chuckled. “You two get on with it, I can go.”
But he didn’t move.
“Wait,” you said quickly, “you were on your phone when I came in.”
“Yeah?” Seungmin shrugged.
“You were on FaceTime with Minho without even talking to each other?”
“I’m lonely,” Minho defended, “and I was just getting something to drink. I would’ve said something but I just got back and boom. Your ass was in my face.”
You covered your face in your palms.
“Sorry,” you mumbled.
“Don’t need to apologise for having a nice ass,” he said, simply.
You slowly lifted your head from your hands, looking at your boyfriend to gauge his reaction. Seungmin did not take lightly to people commenting on you or your body—but he was laughing.
“You do have a very nice ass,” he said with a glint in his eyes, before he brought his hand down to your ass and squeezed it.
“Minnie! He’s still here,” you pointed out quietly.
At that, Seungmin grabbed your ass tighter before he leaned into your ear and whispered, “you can end the call now if you want. Or we can make a little part of your dream come true.”
You gasped into the air, your thighs clenching before you even realised you did that.
“What did you say to her?” Minho laughed, clearly recognising that type of reaction.
“Give us a second, hyung,” Seungmin said quickly, noticing you haven’t given any indication this was still okay. He leaned forward towards his laptop, his finger reaching for one of the keys, but you quickly spoke up.
“Wait, wait. Don’t end the call!”
“I was just going to mute us, bubs,” he said, turning to you with his eyebrows high.
“Oh, okay,” you said sheepishly.
He muted the call, turning to you with a curious face. You noticed Minho was kind enough to look at his phone in the meantime, giving you two some semblance of privacy.
“So?” He prompted.
“Are you suggesting we just have sex in front of him?” You asked bluntly, because there was no reason to beat around the bush anymore.
“Not if you don’t want to,” he shrugged. “If it gets you going we can just make out until he gets tired and leaves. Or if it’s just a fantasy then we end the call.”
“What.. uh, what do you think he’ll say?”
“Ask him,” Seungmin suggested.
You slowly reached over to the laptop, clicking the button to unmute yourself.
“Minho,” you said, swallowing the very little moisture that was left in your throat.
“Yeah?”
“Can we keep going?”
“Oh, yeah,” he nodded, his hand coming into view on his keyboard, “I’ll call Minnie tomorrow.”
“No, no,” you tried, causing Minho to raise his eyebrows, “what if you stayed. And watched.”
“Watched?” Minho gasped.
“You said you’re lonely and you’re probably bored,” you began, encouraged by Seungmin’s hand on your back, “if you want to we can entertain you.”
Minho’s eyes flicked over to Seungmin, studying his reaction. When he saw the small nod his friend gave him, he nodded back.
“I am extremely bored,” he said slowly.
You took one final look at your boyfriend, seeing the reassuring smile on his face before turning back to the screen.
“Anything you’d like to see?”
“Your ass,” he answered instantly. You laughed, nodding before you got back into your previous position, making a point of shaking your ass from side to side as you got comfortable.
Seungmin’s hand was in your hair in a matter of seconds, pulling you towards him as he kissed you hungrily. It was messy, sloppy, the kind of kiss he gave you when he was dying to do more.
But Seungmin wanted you to set the pace—do only what you wanted to when you had an audience.
This was new, and so fucking exciting, but he didn’t want to do anything that would unsettle you. So he just kissed you, tongue crashing against yours as he tugged on your hair.
You lifted off the bed slightly, just to get closer to Seungmin, in the process showing Minho your ass from the best angle.
“Minnie,” you moaned into the kiss, feeling the wetness pooling in your underwear. “He likes my ass.”
“Yeah, I think he made that clear,” he chuckled at you.
“Slap it,” you asked quietly.
“You sure?” Seungmin pulled away. You usually only asked him to do that when you were well and truly gone, only letting your desperation talk.
“Please,” you said, kissing his jaw, “I think he’ll like it.”
So your boyfriend complied. He brought his hand to your ass, squeezing it harshly before he slapped it.
It didn’t hurt too much, thanks to the layer between your skins—and the fact Seungmin didn’t use much force.
“That was pathetic, Seungmin,” Minho said. “You need to slap it like you mean it.”
Seungmin noticed the way you whimpered—and a huge smirk appeared on his face.
“Like this, hyung?” He asked, before landing his palm on you again, this time it was loud enough to bounce against the walls. It was hard enough to jolt your whole body forward.
“Ask her,” Minho ordered.
“Was that hard enough for you, baby?”
“Harder,” you whined. Seungmin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he did as you asked, landing another loud slap on your ass.
This time it stung, but not to the point of pain. You moaned.
“Yeah, I think she liked that one,” Minho chuckled.
You nodded quickly, looking up at Seungmin as you bit your lip.
“You’ll feel it more if I take this off,” he suggested gently, running a finger over the waistband of your leggings.
You didn’t even say anything, simply moved around until you managed to slip out of the soft material, whining at the way the air felt against your damp panties.
You could hear Minho sighing as your bare ass came into view.
“Why would you bother with underwear when it isn’t even covering anything?” He commented. Seungmin looked over your shoulder, observing Minho’s comment. Your thong really didn’t cover much.
He grabbed onto the pink string, pulling at it until it snapped back into place harshly.
You moaned again, arching your back before you quietly asked Seungmin to keep going.
He slapped your ass five more times, making you moan louder every time, before he grabbed your ass then rubbed his hand over the spot he hit.
He tapped your hip, urging you to move sideways on your knees—offering your ass up to him. He leaned down and kissed that same spot.
He then kissed down your ass, to the back of your thigh, and planted one small kiss on your core.
You almost forgot what was happening, what you were actually doing, before Seungmin grabbed your hips and moved you closer to the laptop.
He pushed your knees apart and chuckled.
“Look at that, hyung,” he said, almost proudly. “That wet patch is big.”
He ran a finger over your panties, from where the string sat snugly between your ass to your core, stopping at the entrance. He dipped his finger in as far as the fabric let him, causing you to buck your hips towards his hand.
“Aw, look,” Minho chuckled, “she’s needy.”
You moaned loudly at that, repeating the action with your hips.
“Minnie’s not being so nice to you, huh?” Minho asked, laughing lightly at how much you were pushing against Seungmin’s fingers.
“You think she knows it can’t go any deeper with her thong in the way?”
“She’s not very smart when she’s desperate,” Seungmin explained, “I don’t think she even knows it’s still on.”
The more they talked about you like you weren’t even there, the wetter you got. And Seungmin could feel it.
He knew you liked being talked down on, he knew you liked being called names, but he wasn’t too good at that. He tried, he always did, but the fear of getting carried away and hurting your feelings stopped him.
But now, with someone else chiming in and feeding your fantasies, he didn’t think he’d have to say much at all to hit the spots you craved.
He pushed his doubts to the side as he pulled you up to face him.
Minho slumped in his seat, upset to see your ass move away, but the next thing he saw was very much worth that slight disappointment.
Seungmin grabbed you by the throat, looking straight into your eyes as he said, “is my little girl all dumb for me?”
“Fuck,” was all you could say back.
“That didn’t sound like an answer,” Minho said.
Seungmin smirked as he saw your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head.
“Come on, baby. Minho wants you to answer,” Seungmin prompted, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Y-yeah,” you sighed.
“Yeah? Yeah, what?” Seungmin demanded, pressing his fingers into your throat for a moment.
“I get so dumb when I’m desperate for your cock, Minnie,” you groaned.
Seungmin smiled at you, leaning down to kiss you eagerly.
He ran his hands over your stomach, pinching your shirt in a silent question. But you didn’t respond, just pulled him closer to you by his neck as you kissed him harder.
Minho called your name, unsure if he was allowed to use any pet names with you, and got your attention.
“Can Seungmin take your shirt off?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded quickly, letting your boyfriend peel your shirt off and toss it to the side.
“See, Minnie, you need to use your words sometimes.”
“Hey,” you grinned at your boyfriend, “that’s what you always tell me to do.”
“Don’t be a smartass,” Seungmin chuckled at you.
He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him when Minho coughed.
“You’re gonna just let her be a smartass?”
You both stopped.
Seungmin turned to the screen, letting one of his hands rub against your stomach.
“What do you mean, hyung?”
“If she talks back to you, you should put her in her place.” You swallowed. You looked between Seungmin and the screen, noticing both boys wore a huge smirk on their faces.
“Yeah, I probably should,” he mused, running his finger across your jawline. “She does misbehave a lot.”
“I do not!” You protested.
“Already proving your point, man,” Minho tsked.
“She’s so demanding too,” Seungmin shook his head, “like she really thinks she’s the one in charge.”
You blinked up at him.
“But as soon as I ask her what she wants she’ll just say ‘just give me what you want’ like the good girl she should be,” Seungmin said. He used a voice to mock you when he quoted your words, and it made your whole body shudder as you clenched hard around nothing at all.
Minho laughed. “I think she felt that.”
“Should I check how wet that made her?” He suggested, looking right at you.
You nodded quickly, excitement pooling in your stomach at the thought he was going to touch you.
“Shhh,” he said, sickingly sweet, “I wasn’t talking to you.”
You moaned at that, eyes squeezing shut as your body instantly reacted to those words, too. The want in your core had turned into an ache, so strong you were sure you would lose your mind soon.
You asked Seungmin for this exact thing so many times—and finally you were getting what you wanted.
“Careful what you wish for, huh, bubs?” Seungmin whispered at you, seemingly managing to read your mind again. You chuckled at him, pecking his lips softly before you let him bring his fingers to your core.
He pushed your panties to the side, dipping one finger into your entrance.
“Fuck,” he chuckled airily, pushing deeper in pure curiosity. “Baby, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet for me before.”
“Please,” you sighed, basking in the stretch his finger provided. But it wasn’t enough. “Please, more.”
“What do you think, Minho?” You clenched at that, moaning softly. Seungmin laughed.
“How much more can she take?”
You didn’t say anything, unsure of if it was your turn to speak.
Seungmin moved around, placing himself behind you as he turned your body to face the camera, the only thing blocking Minho’s view was Seungmin’s hand cupping your core.
“Answer him,” Seungmin said, warning.
“I can take more,” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as Seungmin pressed his finger deeper into you with every slow thrust.
“He didn’t ask if, he asked how much. Are you stupid or you just can’t listen?” Seungmin froze. He never used that word before, only dumb, and suddenly his whole body was tingling with adrenaline. He messed up, he got carried away and hurt your feelings, and in front of someone else, too. you were gonna hate him and—
“Fuck, Minnie, if you say that again I’ll fucking cum,” you whined loudly, dropping your head on his shoulder.
Instinctively he added another finger, pace quick and deep. But he couldn’t say anything. He was too spooked, unsure of how exactly to word a sentence with that word in it.
He looked at the screen, admiring your body, the way you pushed your chest forward as you leaned on his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut and jaw hanging open.
He caught Minho’s face on the screen, eyes wide and hand silently gesturing for him to say something.
Seungmin sent him back a panicked look, only focusing on moving faster to make you cum.
So Minho took over.
“Come on, Minnie. Make her stupid cunt cum.”
Seungmin felt your walls closing in around his fingers, pulsing as you moaned loudly into his ear. You whined as he kept up his pace, helping you ride out your high, the electric current swimming all through your body as one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever felt crashed into you. It didn’t stop, Seungmin relentless as he noticed your body wasn’t going limp like it usually did—another wave hitting you at full force.
When his hand started cramping he sucked on your exposed neck to distract himself which seemed to have backfired, as he felt your body reacting, another one shooting through your walls.
At one point or another you gasped out, pushing his wrist away from you.
“Okay, okay,” he kissed your cheek, stilling his hand inside you.
You panted heavily, your body covered in a layer of sweat as Seungmin lowered you both back onto the bed. He delicately pulled his hand away, grabbing a tissue and cleaning himself off as he gave you space to breathe.
He made sure to kiss your cheeks as you breathed, fighting the urge to wrap his hands around your middle because you didn’t like that when you were breathless. Finally, you spoke.
“Holy fucking shit.”
They both laughed.
“Does it always happen like that?” Minho asked, panting slightly himself.
“That has never happened before,” he laughed, kissing your temple. “You did so so well to take all that.”
“Yeah,” Minho agreed, “you did a really good job.”
You smiled sheepishly.
“Thank you for letting me watch,” he said, looking on as you signalled to your boyfriend that you were done.
“Thank you for helping. A lot,” you laughed.
You looked over at the screen and noticed a small white stain on the front of his shirt. “When did that happen?”
“Oh, some point during your ten minute orgasm,” he shrugged. You all laughed before you corrected him.
“Orgasms.”
“How many do you think that was?” Seungmin asked as he judged he could finally wrap his hands around you, leaning his chin on your shoulder.
“Maybe five?” You scrunched your nose, butterflies creeping into your stomach as both of them whistled in awe.
“New record!” He exclaimed, offering his palm out to you. You weakly gave him a high five.
“How are you feeling, Min?” You asked after the silence settled, as did your breathing.
“I’m okay—“
“I feel better—“
They both answered. Seungmin chuckled as he asked, “which one of us?”
“I meant Minho,” you giggled, “since he’s the one who’s sick.”
“I feel better actually, gonna do another test tomorrow to see if they’ll let me out of this prison,” he chuckled, taking a few sips from his water bottle.
“Yes, please come back soon. I’ve had enough of cooking for these guys,” you rolled your eyes.
Minho laughed at that, promising he’ll free you of your duties soon enough.
“You?” You turned your head lightly, cupping your boyfriend’s chin as you soothed your thumb over his skin.
“I’m glad you had so much fun. My hand hurts though,” he pouted. You brought his hand up towards your lips, kissing his wrist a few times before he nodded.
“And you, bubs?”
“Oh, I feel fucking incredible,” they laughed, “I kept telling you to be mean and you didn’t listen.”
“Well, now I know you were not kidding,” Seungmin exclaimed dramatically.
“I’m gonna go shower guys,” Minho said, running a hand through his hair, “make sure you drink a lot before you sleep, okay?”
The three of you bid each other good night, and once it was just the two of you again, Seungmin made sure to feed you and hydrate you and clean you before you cuddled until you fell asleep.
A few weeks down the line, the three of you were sat around the living room watching a movie Jisung recommended. During one of the montages, Seungmin spoke up.
“You know what I realised?” You both hummed. “During the six orgasms that happened that night, none of them were mine.”
The three of you laughed, Minho raising his eyebrows at you with a lopsided smile.
synopsis: felix was in the middle of a meeting with his mafia board members, and you decided to just storm in wearing something unexpected.
cw: MDNI, mafia stuff (duh), arranged marriage, reader is a brat lowkey lol, she’s also a little isolated so i can’t blame her, exhibitionism, dom!felix/sub!reader, office sex (technically speaking), vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (don’t!), p.i.v, pet names (angel, princess, good girl, and a lot more lol)
let me know if i’m missing anything!!
wc: 2775
a/n: the people have spoken!! enjoy this mafia!lix fic because i’m just a girl who can’t help herself 🫠🫠 also this fic is rather short because 1) i just wanted to write the smut and 2) this is more of a concept fic sooooo if i have more ideas to develop the au then maybe i will😅 anyways, if you enjoyed it, leave a reblog, comment, and a like! your support is always appreciated <333
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You are married to the most formidable crime lord in all of Korea: Lee Felix. At least that’s what the people who work for him think. What they don’t know is that when it comes to you, he has the biggest soft spot. So he is the least scariest person ever to you. He can say no to negotiations, but he can’t say no to you. So many gifts, money, affection, and attention were all just handed to you on a silver platter, that you might as well be spoiled rotten. Sometimes, Felix’s men couldn’t comprehend how on Earth you managed to become his wife. Yes, your marriage was arranged by your super rich father, but your personality shouldn’t work well with Felix’s.
Felix was all no-nonsense. The most dangerous man in the country. He was ruthless with his rules, his orders, and his actions towards his enemies. No one dared to cross him otherwise that could mean their demise. But you? You always crossed the lines Felix’s men weren’t ever allowed to cross. You pranced around the tower, wore whatever the Hell you wanted, said whatever you wanted without any filter, and caused whatever chaos as long as it didn't end up spilling the mafia’s secrets to the public.
Which you obviously wouldn’t ever do. You were reckless, but you were always a good girl first. Actually making Felix mad was the last thing you’d ever want to do, so you stayed in whatever bounds Felix put you in, which were some of your college friends who he deemed trustworthy and your father.
But you had to admit, sometimes things do get boring every now and then. Sometimes, you didn’t just want to stay in the penthouse. Sometimes, your friends were busy with their own lives, and sometimes, your father was too tipsy to pick up the phone. Sometimes, you just wanted Felix to hold you, touch you, kiss you, fuck you. You just wanted Felix instead of some other thing or person to keep you company.
You were in the penthouse, sitting on the couch and wearing nothing but your blue silk nightgown. You were idly scrolling through the streaming services on the flatscreen TV, figuring out what movie to watch. Anything to pass the time until Felix gets home, you kept thinking to yourself. However, there was nothing to actually watch. All the movies on the screen were just nothing burger films or movies you had seen before. Maybe you’d be willing to put on some Disney movie if Felix were holding you close now, but he wasn’t there so there’s no real point. Not even some cheap porn on the screen could make you feel anything but frustrated because there wasn’t a Felix with you who would’ve gone faster than your fingers.
You sighed, and pulled out your phone to look at the time. It was 11:30 PM.
“How long is that stupid meeting?!” You cried out.
You groaned and stood up before throwing your phone into the sofa blanket. You wanted to stomp your feet, throw anything at the walls, and just about anything to take your frustration out. However, you knew that doing that would just make Felix upset, and it wouldn’t get you what you wanted. You huffed before seeing the new shopping bag that was still sitting on the vintage white arm chair next to the couch. It’s been there since you came back from the shopping center earlier in the day. A lightbulb turned on in your head.
Looks like I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.
x•x•x•x
Felix was in the middle of another one of his late night meetings with his mafia executives and henchmen, and his head was killing him. The hours were dragging on, no one could come to an agreement for how to deal with the illegal trade issues, the race with the rival gangs, and how much money to pay the police chief to keep his lips shut. If anything, all Felix wanted to do at the moment was to just forget about the deals for a few hours and go back upstairs to the penthouse to see you. His sweet wife, always so devoted and so good to him. You always looked at him with such wide eyes and blushed like a newly wedded bride every time he looked at you.
Suddenly, the doors to the large conference room opened, and all the men turned their heads to see what seemed to be Aphrodite herself. Speak of the devil. Felix’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There you were, wearing a cute, glittery red mini dress that almost left very little to the imagination. The hem was where a belt should be, and your breasts were threatening to spill out of the top. Your makeup was bold with the red eyeshadow, sharp eyeliner, and sinfully glossy lips. Your luscious hair was in a blow out style, and your red heels made your lovely legs longer.
Felix takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure at your unexpected presence. The men even tried to keep their eyes away, as their hearts heavily pumped all the blood rushing down their bodies.
“Darling, what brings you here?” He asked.
A wide smile formed on your face, and you wasted no time to run up to him just to kiss his face.
“Hi, Honey,” you giggled, nuzzling your cheek against his. “I was just missing you.”
“Missing me, eh?” Felix asked, “You missed me so much that you look like you’re about to go clubbing?”
You playfully scoffed and crossed your arms, fully feigning offense.
“I wanted to surprise you!” You said, “You like the dress?”
“Like it?” Felix asked. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You almost landed in his lap, and more red flushed up your cheeks. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling all that sweet jasmine perfume. “I think liking it would be an understatement, Angel.”
His lips brushed against your skin, coaxing a giggle out of you. You couldn’t help but squirm with the way his hands travelled down to your hips, heat flushing all the way to your cheeks. His hold on you tightened, and the butterflies deep in your tummy fluttered.
“Uhh, Boss?” A man asked, who was sitting across the table. Felix immediately looked away from you and faced the other seven men in the room, who just looked surprised at their boss being physically affectionate with you. “What about the meeting?”
Felix cleared his throat.
“Ah, yes, Hyunjin,” he said, “My apologies, everyone, but we can continue the discussion another time. You’re all dismissed.”
“But, Sir,” another man stood up. He had straight black hair with a white streak and eyes shaped like a fox’s. “Our rivals are already ahead of us in the trade. If we don’t—”
“I’m very aware, Jeongin.”
Felix’s voice was firm and sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Even you swallowed heavily from his serious tone, but also you couldn’t help but feel a little bit giddy. Felix was always sexy when he was firm and commanding.
“I’m aware of our situation, but like I said, we can continue the discussion later.”
You sucked in a breath when his fingers tightened on your waist.
“Besides,” Felix said, leaning close to your ear to plant a tender kiss. “I have a much more urgent matter right now.”
Pink flooded the apples of your cheeks, and you squirmed in his lap again. Meanwhile, all the men in the room looked at you and Felix a little dumbfounded. You surely must be a brave one to distract the big bad boss. But of course, the men had to walk out the office door, leaving you and Felix alone to your own devices. Once the door closed, a smirk grew on Felix’s face.
“Very bold of you to come here and interrupt my meeting like that, Angel,” Felix said. “I was in the middle of an important deal.”
“Whaaaattt, I just wanted to see you,” you said, playing it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “Plus, it was getting late, and the bed got cold.”
Felix chuckled. You always were the needy type, and who was he to not indulge his princess? Especially when you put in so much effort into your current, glittery appearance.
“Awww, my poor Angel,” he cooed, as he caressed your cheek with his knuckles. “Couldn’t stand a day without me? The penthouse was awfully quiet, I bet. Not much to do with yourself, while I was slaving away in the conference room, right?”
You nodded, and Felix held your cheek gently.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, “Bet you couldn’t even touch yourself properly because your needy self is used to me.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a twitch in between your legs. Felix’s hand was on your bare, plush thigh, threatening to slip underneath the hem of your dress and find the wettest and tiniest piece of lace. Your breathing got a little heavy, more heat pooled down to your core, and the way your pupils dilated wasn’t lost on Felix at all. He gently bit on your collarbone, making you whine.
“No,” you said, “It’s not the same without you…”
Felix kissed your pouty lips, tasting the sweet frosting-flavored lipgloss. You gasped and eagerly kissed him back. Your fingers found their way home in his blonde hair, and Felix pressed your body further against his. You whined at the feeling of his leg in between your thighs, rubbing against your core. You couldn’t even handle the way your sensitive breasts rubbed up against his hard chest.
“Is that right?” Felix asked, his deep, Australian accent sending vibrations straight from your spine to your clit. “My cock’s better than those fingers of yours?”
He rolled his hips, and you moaned at the feeling of the hard tent in his pants against you. He was harder than the pistol in his holster. As if you weren’t already wet, you were damn soaking. Felix could feel it, too. Of course he could. He could even see it spill down to your bare thighs. It only made him want to tease you more.
“Yes, Felix!” You whined, feeling another thrust of his clothed tent. “I need you! Please!”
Suddenly, Felix picked you up and plopped you onto the tabletop. He pushed your legs apart, revealing the sliver of your red lacy panties.
“You want me, Angel?” He asked, “Well, I’ll give it to you.”
Felix didn’t waste any time to pull down your panties right before shoving two of his fingers inside of you. You whined loudly and arched your back against the mahogany wood. Your pussy immediately clenched onto Felix’s fingers, and more of your wetness dripped and oozed onto his hand, the more he thrusted them in and out.
“Awww that’s it,” Felix cooed. He loved watching your face all flushed with need and pleasure. Especially when he knows he’s hitting the right spots over and over again. Even your pretty areolas couldn’t help but pop out of your dress, which made Felix’s mouth water. “My pretty little distraction’s taking my fingers so well, isn’t she?”
He pushed his fingers in harder, forcing a loud moan out of you.
“Felix!” You whined.
“So tight, Baby,” he hissed, “Squeezing my fingers so much, and it’s not even my cock. My poor Angel must’ve been very desperate then.”
“So desperate.”
You couldn’t even think straight. The tips of his fingertips were so precise in hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, and you could only feel the build up in your warm gut.
“Honey!” You whined, “I’m about to—”
Felix immediately pulled his fingers out of you, leaving your poor, pretty cunt to cry and clench over air. You whined and tears broke out of your ducts.
“Feeeelliiixxxxxx,” you cried.
“Don’t worry, My Dearest Wife,” Felix said. He stepped a little away from you to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Another jolt went through your body at the sound of his gun hitting the wooden floor. “I’ll give you what you want. Just be patient like a good girl.”
Once he undid his zipper, Felix pulled out his thick and hard cock. You trembled at the way it was pointing at you, like it was ready to just burst at any moment. Felix inched closer to you, but you wanted him closer. You pulled on his black tie and wrapped your legs around his waist. Felix couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“So eager,” he said, caressing your heated cheeks. Felix leaned in to give you another deep kiss. You kissed him back, and you moaned against his lips as your cunt rubbed against the tip of his hard cock. “Come on, Angel, take me in then.”
Felix thrusted his hips, pushing his cock inside of you. The two of you moaned, and Felix’s grip on your waist tightened before he kept going and faster. You whined and cried, and you weakly grabbed onto the back of his white button down shirt, pulling down the fabric for dear life. He felt so damn good. Way better than any of your fingers or toys ever could.
“Felix!” You cried, as your sopping wet pussy clenched onto his cock, squeezing it tightly and refusing to let go. “Oh my god!”
“Yes, my good sweet angel,” Felix deeply moaned into your ear, which gave you more chills. “You feel so good. I almost forgot that you like to be such a disrupter.”
“I’m not!”
Another moan was forced out of your lungs, and you saw more stars with every hit on your cervix. Felix even reached his thumb down to rub your clit, which only made you wetter.
“Oh, but you are, Angel,” Felix said, as he pressed the pad of his thumb on your sensitive bud, making you squeak and wince. “My poor men just wanted to have an important meeting like the good businessmen they are, but of course, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. My needy girl couldn’t wait for her husband to come home.”
You whined again, and you could’ve sworn he was getting bigger the more he thrusted inside you. His grip on your hips was bruising, and he was on the verge of bursting. You were so damn dizzy, for you just took whatever he was giving you, like always.
“Felix!” was all you could scream out with your high-pitched, needy voice.
“That’s right, my sweet wife,” Felix said, “My good girl. Wanna cum?”
You cried out another moan. The pressure in your stomach was getting too much, and you weren’t so sure how high up in the galaxy you could go with every time Felix’s dick would hit your sweet spot. Felix rubbed his thumb against your clit once again to add in that extra stimulation.
“Cum, Angel,” Felix ordered.
White was all you could see within the next second. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you spasmed all over Felix’s cock. It wasn’t even long before he busted and released all of his white, hot cum inside of your greedy walls. Once the two of you climaxed, you both stopped moving and allowed your chests to heave against each other. Felix was still lodged inside of you, and damn, did it still feel so good.
“Hi, Honey…” you said breathlessly.
Felix laughed lightly, and he caressed your cheek.
“Hi, Angel,” he said, “It felt good?”
“Yes,” you nodded, “Like always.”
Felix’s lips met yours for a deep kiss, and you kissed him back.
“Good,” he said.
“Can you come home now?”
You tugged on his tie, playing with it like it was some kind of cat toy. God, you were so cute, and he was so damn soft for it. Felix was the strongest man in all of Korea, but you were his only weakness. If anyone else dared to lay a small flick on you, they would probably be executed on the spot. Felix couldn’t help it when he nuzzled his nose against yours.
“If I come home now,” Felix said, “Will you promise to not interrupt my next meeting?”
“But, Feeelliiixxxxx,” you pouted.
“I know, I know,” he laughed before kissing your forehead. “A lot to ask. My pretty little distraction.”
“Hey!”
“Am I wrong?”
“Ugh, fine. I’ll be good tomorrow.”
“That’s more like it,” Felix kissed your pouty lips once more before picking you up, carrying you in his arms bridal style. “Alright, Angel, let’s go home.”
okay so like this is my first ever request but can you make a short-ish smut with dom!hyunchan x shy!reader.(with channie being slightly mean🤤)🥹 if not it’s totally okayy (ALSO YOUR SOSO COOL LIKE YOUR WRITINGS MAKE ME SO WET🤤🤤)
a/n : wait i love this idea omg HEHEHEH FHANK UUUU I DO MY BEST
your cheeks burned so bright with embarrassment as your legs were held open for you. behind you, you could feel each ridge of chans abs press up against your back. his voice was low and raspy with lust as he grumbled in your ear.
“gonna be our good little slut? gonna let us use that pretty pussy?”
you whimpered, eyes focused on the man in front of you, stroking his cock, his own eyes glued to your sopping cunt.
chans hand reached around to grip at your chin, turning you to face towards him, “i’m gonna need a verbal answer slut.”
his words were so mean, but you couldn’t stop the way your pussy clenched at what he said, “yes please…” your voice was quiet, you couldn’t get over the humiliation to raise your volume.
chan reached around, pressing a gentle touch against your sensitive cunt. you gasped at the sensation of his rough fingers on your poor little clit, but just as soon as the touch was there, chan pulled away.
“if you want more you’re gonna have to speak up pretty thing, tell us what you want.”
your eyes switched between looking at the man behind you, his grip still tight in your jaw, and hyunjin in front of you, his pretty red tip leaking precum between his fingers as he stroked himself. you swallowed the last little bit pride and humility you had left as you turned back to chan with wide doe eyes.
“please touch my pussy, i need you both, please…i need you both so bad.” your voice was clear this time, though there was still a hint of timidity in your tone, you made sure your voice could be heard.
“good girl.” hyunjin groaned as he stepped closer to you, letting the tip of his cock rub between your folds, collecting your essence as he did so.
chan let go of your jaw, pressing a kiss against your cheek as he mumbled in your ear, “gonna look so pretty taking his cock.”
you bit on your lip, holding back your desperate whimpers as hyunjin pushed into your tight pussy, loudly grunting as he felt your velvety walls swallow his tip. the stretch stung and you don’t know if you were holding back a cry of pleasure or pain but it didn’t matter when chans hand reached down to rub at your clit.
“taking my cock so well.” hyunjins words were breathy, sucking in air between his teeth as he pushed a little bit deeper in you.
you couldn’t respond, melting into chans touch, your breath would hitch in your throat and your head felt light.
chan just held you close, his movements never slowing on your clit as he looked up at hyunjin, “think she can take two cocks at once?”
you involuntarily whimpered at his words, your eyes widening but any words you were gonna say all vanished when hyunjin started to pump into your swollen cunt, “c-can’t take two..” you mumbled out between moans.
“sure you can, you’re our good little slut, right?” chan taunted, he lifted you off his lap a little, just enough he could stroke his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance.
“chan! c-can’t!” you cried out, but your words came out slurred with pleasure as he pressed against your opening.
hyunjin tried to control his whimpers but he was too lost in the feeling of your warm walls and his boyfriends cock starting to rub against his.
chan nibbled on your ear as he grunted, “shut up and take it.”
he pushed in, pausing when you cried out, giving you a minute to adjust. you had never been stretched so wide, it felt like you were being split open in the best way possible. the stretch burned but the way your pussy leaked on both cocks gave away how much it turned you on.
“look at how wet she is channie, taking us so well.” hyunjin moaned, his voice light and airy, almost like a melody.
“such a good cock slut.”
after a few minutes, chan pushed even deeper, his own head getting thrown back as he moaned out. your pussy was so warm and wet, so tight for him and hyunjin. your body felt so limp, like deadweight just completely resting on chan, despite his harsh words, his tender touches were completely the opposite from what he was saying. he was gentle, and loving and taking his time while he whispered what a filthy girl you were.
hyunjin looked so pretty, his mouth fell opened into a silent cry as he fucked into your sopping cunt, feeling chans cock against his own was sending him over the edge. he went from biting his lip to letting his desperate little cries ring out. you could tell he was a dancer with the way his hips moved, so fluid and smooth with his thrusts, each one took your breath away.
chan had bottomed out inside of you, sighing and trying to keep himself from cumming immediately before helping you bounce on him. you let them use you like a doll, fuck your little pussy as much as their heart desired. your moans we’re loud and pathetic, pornographic, but you didn’t care.
you could barely form words as you reached out, letting your fingers drag across hyunjins chest, a silent cry that you were close.
hyunjin just cooed, faux sympathy dripping from his tone, “poor baby, chan, i think she’s gonna cum.”
chan clicked his tongue, “that didn’t take long, such a desperate little slut, you our little cum slut?”
your voice finally broke free, ragged and broken from your moaning, “yes! yes please dear god! yes!”
hyunjin smirked at you, his thrusts picking up speed just enough that your eyes rolled back, “come on baby, show us how pretty you look when you cum.”
you couldn’t even think, mind going blank as you came around both of their cocks, you felt like you had reached heaven. chan kept bouncing you, helping you ride out your orgasm as your body twitched in his hold. hyunjin leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, a sweet and caring act as he caressed your body, each touch sending shivers down your spine. chan attached his lips to yours neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin as your twitching slowed.
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Warnings(?) : Mischaracterization of skz, reader's birthday is forgotten ☹️, reader is shy/nervous, stress, tension, reader tries brushing off her feelings, reader is turned down a lot, feelings of loneliness, not a warning but STAY is actually rlly sweet in this one 🥹, nicknames such as "dummy" (in a joking manner obvi), fluffy interactions between reader and her parents <3
A/N (Author's Note) : idc if ppl call it main character syndrome i love writing y/n as a shy and sensitive person. y/n is me i am y/n. this is the first part since idrk what else to write rn and i wanna post smth 🥹 never done parts to a fic before but yayayay ig this is the first time! y'all PLEASE tell me what you want to see in the next part!!! in the comments, in asks, idc!! let me know!!!!! i wanna know what you guys wanna read! :)
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As soon as your alarm went off, you knew it would be a good day.
You had been waiting for this day all year. Seeing and being there for the boys' birthday lives had really gotten you worked up. You never made their birthday lives about yourself, obviously. It was their day, not yours.
But who doesn't get excited for their birthday? It's the one day that's all about them! It's the day that they receive gifts and are acknowledged and appreciated and posted all over social media. It's the one time that no one is allowed to ruin your moment and shift the attention to themselves.
Yeah. Long story short, you were excited. More than excited. You were ecstatic.
You had even planned out a trip to your favorite local bakery to celebrate with the boys. You picked out a comfy outfit for the day, as well as a color theme for your birthday live.
It was a cute beige theme with some silver and gold to represent your skzoo, the gazelle. You had earned it due to your agility and speed, both athletically and in terms of choreography and overall stage performance. Everyone, including you, decided it was perfect.
The main thing you were looking forward to wasn't presents or cake, though.
You were really looking forward to the recognition and affection you'd receive from the boys. That was one of your only concerns with any holidays. Your birthday was always a bit special, though. You wanted to spend time with the ones you loved most, which was your family.
Although you still had a good relationship with your parents, you were an only child. You had considered the boys your family for years now. You saw them as your older brothers, and they saw you as their younger sister. You all were really close, after all. Family isn't always by blood.
But there was one problem.
Lately, everyone had been super busy. Staff had tried opening up more opportunities for performances, and it flooded you and the boys with so much practice and planning that you all could barely remember to take care of yourselves. Chan didn't really try to fight it, either. He was all about work. He had probably one of the best work ethics you had seen, but it made you worry a lot of the time, too. Even when he was resting, he'd talk about how he could be working instead.
But in the past, your birthday had landed on some busy weeks, and no one forgot. Everyone's birthdays were always busy. You nine were literally K-pop stars; of course, you'd all be busy year-round.
You told yourself that it was irrational to think that the boys would forget, though. Even on the busiest weeks, nobody's birthday had been forgotten yet.
You reassured yourself with positive affirmations as you got out of bed, heading to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. You took a shower, using your favorite scented body washes. Usually, you'd be quicker and use common or unscented products. Today was special, though! If you wanted to smell like coconut and summer or strawberry cheesecake, you had every right!
You got out and dried off, putting on that comfy and movable outfit for practice.
You were officially 23! You made it another year!
You excitedly checked your phone for any new notifications. Maybe one of the boys, or all of them, had texted you.
But when you checked your phone, there were no new notifications from any of them. You had a lot from Twitter, which you checked. A lot of STAYs were wishing you a happy birthday, and it made you smile warmly.
You were about to reply to one of the posts, but Jeongin texted you and asked where you were, so you quickly closed the app and put your phone in your pocket, hurrying to the company building.
You had forgotten that you still had practice today. You honestly would've thought that since it was your birthday, everyone could get a little time off before and after practice. It was still fairly early, so maybe everyone had just forgotten. No big deal! Practice would only take a few hours, as usual. You'd still be able to go to your favorite bakery and get some treats to share with them!
But when you stepped into the practice room, you noticed that everyone already looked annoyed with today.
Maybe something had happened just now that you had barely missed?
You weren't scared or intimidated by any of them, but you were still able to read the room. So, you kept your mouth shut. Maybe right now wasn't the best time to ask.
"You were almost late, Y/Nnie. Thought we'd have to start without you," Chan greeted you with a soft smile, yawning.
Everyone still wanted to be asleep, but a career is a career. Sacrifices had to be made, and sometimes, extra sleep was one of them. Everything had been piling on more and more lately.
"Don't worry. I know you all just missed me because I'm so awesome. I get it," you joked, which made Han, who was originally staring off into space, laugh softly and mock you playfully.
You thought it would just be a normal day. Practice for a few hours, and then be done by around 2 P.M., or 3 at the latest. You'd all still have time to spend together. It'd be a good day, even if you wished you just didn't have to practice at all. A comeback was soon, though, and a lot of the songs still needed some experimenting before they were fully decided.
Practice started off light. The choreography was pretty simple. It felt kind of like a warm-up, honestly.
The first hour passed quicker than you realized. Despite everyone making a few small mistakes on each take, it was pretty smooth. You all were just getting the hang of it.
Chan made a few corrections, telling each member what they needed to work on, and you all nodded.
You all did take after take. Eventually, during the second hour, you all were allowed a short 5-minute break. You all were getting a bit more adjusted, as this dance was more fast-paced than usual. It wasn't exactly difficult, but it would definitely take a little bit to get it down, especially since it had more synchronized moves as well.
Hyunjin sat down, head leaned back against the wall as he groaned dramatically, claiming Chan was trying to kill him.
"Actually, no. Not just me. You're trying to kill all of us," he added on before taking a swig from his water bottle.
"Drama queen," you muttered, flicking him in the forehead while taking a swig from your own bottle.
"Hey! I'm actually a king, thank you very much," he immediately piped up.
"Calm down, princess," you replied, giggling when you saw his expression.
"This is bullying. I'm reporting you to staff," he whined before standing up.
You followed after, quickly getting up and going back over beside Seungmin for the choreography again.
It was currently 9:30, and you knew that although it would be a long practice full of nothing but dancing and maybe some vocalization training as well, it would still be a good day. You guys didn't have any meetings or interviews or anything else of the sorts scheduled today, so you all could get a little bit of rest once practice was over.
The business practically stripped everyone of any other thought, though. Everyone was focused on one thing: get the music done. Music wasn't just words, either. Music was art. You had to look and feel alive for it, and most of the time, that came through the form of dancing.
It was worth it, though. STAY deserved it. After all of the years of both rough and soft moments, STAY had grown with you guys. They deserved new songs published on a regular basis, even if it meant more work for you guys. You guys would rest... eventually.
You were used to comebacks. They were chaotic, they were busy, they were tiring, and they were a lot of work. But it was worth it. When you went online and saw the way STAY blew up for a week straight over a new album, it reminded you why you did this for a living.
The hours passed by, and everyone got more and more tired. You all were used to performing, but dancing for hours on end with few breaks would tire anyone out.
Nothing too interesting happened during practice. Sure, there was some playful bickering the entire time, but that was normal. You guys had to do something to pass the time.
But for some reason, you noticed that even when it fell quiet, no one said anything to you. It wasn't that they were ignoring you or being rude, but it was 12 now, and you hadn't received a "happy birthday" from any of them.
You tried to brush it off, though. They were just focused. There were still 3 hours of practice, after all. Everyone was trying to just get it over with.
Those 3 hours went by quickly enough, and you tried to think of something to do. Seems dumb to want to do more stuff right after dancing for hours on end, but you just wanted to hang out with the boys in some sort of way.
So, you asked if they wanted to grab a coffee. You even offered to pay. You just wanted to spend time any way you could. Everyone had been extremely busy lately, and you guys hadn't really even had a moment to breathe, let alone be together except for practice. You knew that once the comeback progressed, practice would go from 6 hours to 12, easily.
Felix was about to reply, but Chan had that look on his face. He had the look that screamed that he was up to something. So, Felix stopped and listened, as did everyone else.
"You're all gonna hate me, but we have to finish some lines, too," he mumbled.
Everyone let out a collective groan. No one was really annoyed, though. You all just wanted some free time. Practice had been going on for hours now.
But you still had to get a playful jab in when you could, so you did.
"Just say you hate me," you complained, to which he apologized while laughing to try and break some of the tension and exhaustion in the room.
Okay, well... this wasn't looking so good. It was already 3 in the afternoon, and going over lines and practicing vocals and certain pitches and notes could take anywhere from 1 hour to another 3. It all depended on how much effort and editing had to be done to everyone's voices. Sometimes yours took 30 minutes. Sometimes, they took 2 hours.
But you couldn't just leave, even if that was all you wanted to do at the moment. You had a few lines, and you already knew Chan was always serious about everything being perfect. You didn't blame him, but it did usually take more time.
You still pushed through, though. You had to keep redoing your lines. One second, you were doing perfect, and the next, your voice cracked. Then, your voice pitched, and it wasn't the admirable, high note reaching type. You almost facepalmed when you replayed it and heard the way you practically squeaked as your voice betrayed you.
By the time practice was over, it was roughly 4:45. Not too bad, honestly, especially with how much you all had covered.
Most of the day was already spent, and everyone was tired and sweaty by now, but you still wanted to spend time with them. There was a café only a few streets away, and you all could walk there.
You found it weird that no one had said anything to you, though. You didn't want to pressure them or anything, but if you were being honest, it was starting to hurt a bit. Every time it was their birthday, you always made sure to say it to them as soon as you saw them. Now, when it was your turn, it seemed like everyone had forgotten.
So, you tried to remind them. Maybe if you kept hinting that you wanted to hang out, they would remember.
You approached Hyunjin and Han, knowing that they were usually down to go get coffee.
Han looked over as he was finishing his water bottle.
"Hi, Y/Nnie," he said with a smile.
"Hey," you began, smiling softly back at him. "Do you and Hyunjin wanna go get some coffee with me? Maybe we can invite the others too?"
Han looked at Hyunjin for just a second, his cheery expression faltered.
"Ah... Y/Nnie, we're sorry, but, uhm..." Han began, trailing off.
"We planned on going to the gym after practice with Changbin. I think Innie wanted to come along, too. We can make some room for you if you want," Hyunjin finished Han's words for him.
At least he offered you the opportunity to go out.
You weren't trying to be picky. You really weren't. But it was just that you were already used to going to the gym with all of them. It wasn't their fault for wanting to go work out, but today was special. You wanted something a little more than just the gym.
"Ohhh, okay. I gotcha," you started off. "Uhm, no thanks. Don't worry about it. Sorry, I'm not trying to be difficult. I just-"
"It's okay, Y/Nnie. We go a lot. You don't have to explain yourself. Sometimes you just don't wanna go," Hyunjin interrupted, knowing that you often tried to make up excuses for not wanting to do something.
It was a bad habit of yours before you even met them. You had always been a people pleaser, which often meant that if you didn't want to do something, you tried to come up with an excuse. You knew it was bad to lie, but you always felt guilty simply for turning something or someone down.
You nodded, an awkward smile paired with it.
Well, you were gonna actually explain why, but... nevermind. It's fine. Even though half of the group was busy, the other half may not have anything to do.
Felix always hung out with you! Maybe you could ask him instead!
He was already gone, though. So was Seungmin. They had probably both headed to their dorm to freshen up.
Alright... no big deal! Chan was still here, and Minho was-
Well... not here. He had literally just walked out as you were walking over to Chan. He probably wanted to take a shower after sweating all day. You didn't blame him.
But Chan was still here! Why not ask him?
Chan was always really gentle and caring towards you. He was towards everyone, but he was always just a little softer on you since you were the youngest. Maybe you could use that to your advantage this time..? He usually lets you get away with just a bit more anyway!
So, you walked over to him, your practice bag still swaying by your side.
You tapped him as he was just about to leave, and he turned around, letting out a soft hum in response.
"Hi Channie," you said, slightly dragging out his name at the end.
He smiled warmly. You used to do that a lot when you were younger. You'd drag his name out when you wanted something, such as a schedule request or more information that you weren't really supposed to have. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't.
"What do you want?" he asked, smile never changing as he set his bag down.
You paused for a second as he stared at you, waiting for your response.
You began wondering if he was busy. What if he was? You knew he was already stressed enough with how much he worked.
But you weren't about to just waste his time. It was better to ask instead of assuming. Maybe he had a bit of spare time today.
"Do you wanna go get a coffee with me? Or go on a walk or something? It's pretty nice outside, and there's a café a few blocks away from here and the dorms. We can just walk there," you offered.
That was when his smile changed just a bit.
"Oh, uhm- ahah, so-" he began, stammering slightly.
You knew he was about to turn you down. He was just trying to find the words to make it seem like he wasn't. You knew how he was. He was just like you. It was why you two got along so well. He never wanted to hurt anyone's feelings unless it was in a playful way, which even then, he was careful about.
"If you're busy, it's fine. Just thought I'd ask," you said with a shrug, trying to seem unbothered.
"I am, but it's just- I don't know. I feel bad saying no. We've been so busy lately, and we haven't been able to really spend any time together except for practice, you know? I don't want you thinking I'm just trying to ignore you," he explained.
He began rambling, though. Gosh, you two really did have a lot in common.
So, you stopped him before he began blaming himself, which he seemed like he was already jumping into.
"Chan, it's fine, seriously. That's why I asked. You're allowed to say no. It's okay," you said with a soft chuckle.
"I know, but I just feel bad doing that. I have some things to work on on my laptop. You know, files, editing... all that fun stuff," he continued, sarcasm in his tone during the last few words.
You just smiled.
"Yeah, I get it. I'm just gonna go back to my dorm. Bye, Channie," you mumbled.
He said goodbye to you as well before you turned and walked out, your bag thrown over your shoulder.
Okay... well, that didn't go as planned.
You decided that when you got back to your dorm, you'd just take a shower and then see if you still had some time.
It was a bit late already, though. It was 4:50 now, only 10 minutes until 5:00.
The walk to your dorm was quiet as you checked your phone for any new notifications.
You had a few texts from your parents. You opened your messages and smiled as you read them. They were full of sweet words and wishes. They even offered to take you out to dinner if you had any free time tonight since you didn't have a curfew.
You texted back, telling them that you would love to go to dinner, but wanted to wait and see if the guys wanted to hang out first. If they were all busy, then you'd go with them instead. You'd always had a good relationship with your parents. They were always there for you and tried to make you feel better. You never really felt alone because of them. Any time you did, you would just text them. They'd always comfort you.
You quickly got inside your dorm, put your hair up, and took another long, hot shower, using your favorite products yet again.
When you got out and dried off, you changed into that cute outfit you had picked earlier. You wanted to do the birthday live later tonight, but you thought it wouldn't hurt to look cute for a couple extra hours.
You waited for another 10 minutes, scrolling on social media and smiling as you saw all of the birthday wishes from STAY. You even replied to a few of them with heart emojis and smiles, thanking them for all the support they gave you and the boys constantly.
Then, you decided to see if the boys were busy that way you could text your parents back.
You texted Minho first.
'heyyy'
'Minho :) 🐇 : Hii'
'do you wanna go get some coffee with me or smth? like hang out idk'
'Minho :) 🐇 : Sorry Y/N but I'm cleaning right now. I haven't really had time to do anything lately, and Han's not here right now so I kinda wanna just get it done while I have some alone time.'
'Minho :) 🐇 : Maybe another time?'
'oh yeah sure!!'
'Minho :) 🐇 : Again, sorry'
'don't apologize :) it's okay! cleaning calms you down. you need to relax anyways. have fun! love you!!'
'Minho :) 🐇 : I love you too Y/Nnie. Thank you'
You only had two more people to ask.
Why was everyone suddenly so busy?
You understood, but... at the same time, why? Why couldn't anyone spare at least a little time?
Had they actually forgotten?
There was no way. They had never forgotten your birthday before, ever! Why would they now?
You decided to wait a bit. Maybe if you asked to do something other than go out, they would accept it? Maybe they just didn't want to go out in public right now. You understood that.
So, you changed your plans. Maybe you could get something and invite Felix and Seungmin over for some and save some for the others.
That sounded like a better plan, honestly. Maybe going out just wasn't the move today.
You began wondering if you should have just waited for a bit before asking Felix and Seungmin.
They had only been in their dorms for 30 to 40 minutes.
Were you being too pushy? You weren't trying to take all of the attention, but it was your day. You weren't trying to be selfish or overly sensitive, but you felt forgotten. No one had even said anything to you today. Sure, you all joked around during practice today, but no birthday wishes or anything.
Your thoughts began overwhelming you, so you decided to just put your phone down and follow after Lee Know's habit: stress cleaning. Maybe if you tidied up for 30 minutes, you would feel like you had waited long enough to ask someone else to hang out.
You didn't want to push them too far. They were probably still tired.
But daylight was running out. The sun was still up, but it was 5:30. It was beginning to turn into evening.
Still, you pushed that thought down and began tidying up anything that looked out of place. You even rearranged your room a little.
When around 30 minutes passed, you decided to ask. At least they had had some time to relax by now.
You decided to text Seungmin first.
'minnie'
'hey minnie'
You gave him a minute to answer. Usually, when you double texted, he'd answer pretty quickly.
That minute passed. No answer. So, you texted again.
'minnieeee'
Another minute went by. No response.
So, you tried one last text. Maybe it would catch his attention.
'don't ignore me on my birthday ☹️'
Still, after 30 seconds, no answer.
Maybe you could text Felix instead.
'felixxx'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : hi y/nnie :)'
'oh my gosh you actually answered lol. i tried texting seungmin but he wasn't answering for like 3 minutes'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : 3 minutes was all it took?'
'you know i'm impatient :('
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : he's cleaning right now lol. he has his notifications silenced so he can listen to music'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : you're not the only one he's blocking out trust me'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : 😞'
'oh wow you guys are cleaning too? i texted minho earlier and he was also cleaning lol. what a coincidence'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : yeah we've been neglecting our dorm... and our laundry...... so guess what i'm doing rn :D'
'awww poor lix :( at least you'll have clean clothes tho yayayay!!'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : yesyes a very sad day indeed'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : anyways what did you need us for? since yk you were trying to get ahold of seungmin earlier too'
'oh right lol oops'
'well i wanted to know if you wanted to come over to my dorm and hang out'
'maybe share some cake or something? perchance??? 🥹'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : sigh i would love to but i'm stuck doing laundry right now and i kinda wanna get it done tonight'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : sorry y/nnie. do you want me to come over tomorrow after practice instead?'
'oh'
'no it's fine haha'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : are you sure?'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : you're typing a little weird now. is something going on?'
'nothing i just feel alone. i miss you guys'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : aww just as clingy as always'
'be quiet'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : we saw each other at practice today did we not? lol'
'yeah but i just wanted to spend some extra time with all of you today'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : why? because we've all been busy lately?'
'well yeah but also because today's special'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : oh yeah?'
'do you actually not know?'
He didn't answer for a few long seconds. You knew that he was probably staring at his screen in confusion while thinking about what he could be missing.
And honestly, picturing that made your heart break just a little bit. Not for him, but for yourself.
'wait did you actually forget? did everyone else forget too?'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : forget what y/nnie? i'm not trying to be mean but i'm not grasping the concept here'
'oh'
'alr'
'nvm then'
'go back to your laundry then felix it's fine if you don't remember, honestly'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : wait nonono pls im sorry what did i say? i didn't mean to be rude'
'Lixie 🫂🤞 <3 : y/nnie please im sorry i didn't mean to do anything to hurt you'
'it's alright. i'm just being overdramatic'
And as soon as he began typing, you dropped the bomb.
'just thought you guys would remember my birthday. everyone's suddenly so busy today lol. i kinda just wanted someone to at least remember'
His text bubble disappeared, and then appeared again. Then, it disappeared again.
He didn't answer after that.
As much as that hurt, at least you had an answer for your parents now. It was still light enough outside to enjoy dinner with them. At least you had them.
You called your parents and told them you were free, so they made arrangements for the restaurant. It was only around 20 minutes away.
5 minutes went by, and you decided to leave early to go meet up with your parents. They didn't live that far outside of Seoul.
It was only a 20 minute walk, so you decided to just take it. It was nice outside anyway. The sun was warm and comforting, and there weren't as many people out as usual.
You had only walked 2 minutes before you received a text.
It was from... Chan?
You still paid attention to your surroundings, but you opened your messages, clicking on the new text he had sent you.
'Channie 🫶🏻 : Y/N, I'm so so sorry. We're all so sorry'
But before you could reply, he sent more. He was typing pretty quickly, as if he were panicked in a way.
'Channie 🫶🏻 : I don't know how we just let it slip our minds like that. I should have known something was up when you kept asking everyone if they wanted to hang out after practice'
'Channie 🫶🏻 : I should have known from the moment you offered to go out for coffee. You even offered to pay. You never do that'
'Channie 🫶🏻 : I'm so sorry Y/Nnie. I'm such an idiot'
'Channie 🫶🏻 : Can I come over? Do you still wanna go grab that coffee? Do you just want to hang out?'
You texted back, heart racing a bit.
'you're busy channie it's okay. i understand, really. and thank you for the offer, but i'm okay. i'm gonna meet up with my parents for some dinner'
'they offered it if none of you guys were up to hanging out, and everyone seemed busy, so'
And just like Felix, his text bubble stuttered as well.
You shut your phone off, putting it back in your pocket. It was only 5:50, 10 minutes until 6. You'd get to the restaurant at around 6:05 or a little later.
Well, at least your parents would be there.
At least they would say something to you.
At least they would make you think...
Happy birthday to me.
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lowkey felt kinda lonely so i decided to write this lol. got bored and sad at 12 A.M. and saw the perfect request so 🥹🤞 yayay
this isn't proofread so i'm sorry if this is booty guys forgive me pls
pls let me know what you guys want to see in the next part!!! i can try to publish it within the next few days :) been feeling much more motivated to write lately <3
thank you soso much for reading, and i hope you enjoyed this first part!!!
⚘( ၴႅၴ summary : you met the prettiest girl ever and lucky for you she invites you back to her place!
cw : SMUT, dom! hyunjin, sub!reader, i’m a firm believer in slutty fem!hyunjin, strap sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f! receiving), one ruined orgasm, bit of size kink, reader calls hyunjin mommy
kitty talks : happy pride month!!! i really need some lesbian sex
wc : 1k
you tried not to stare, it was rude and inappropriate, but you couldn’t help yourself. and maybe that’s what led you to being here, spread out on this strangers bed. you didn’t really mind though.
she was the prettiest girl you had ever seen, you couldn’t believe your friend hadn’t mentioned her to you sooner. her dark hair styled nice and bouncy, framing her face perfectly, her makeup was done so beautifully it made you question if she had a professional do it or if she was just naturally talented. and god, her outfit, impossibly stylish and skimpy. you couldn’t help but to stare at her cleavage on display, stare at her hips which were so tightly hugged by her mini skirt, and your eyes caught a glimpse of the thong hanging just slightly above the waist band.
you tried so hard to not act as desperate as you felt, to not make it so obvious how badly you wanted her, but it didn’t seem to matter as she was matching your energy perfectly. her hands brushed yours “accidentally”, she kept scooting closer and closer to you until your thighs were plush together, and a few times you caught her staring at your lips, even going as far as to subconsciously lean in closer to you.
hyunjin leaned in close to your ear, her staggering breath grazing your skin as she whispered, “wanna come home with me?”
you turned to face her, your cheeks bright red but an eager smile quickly spread across your face as you nodded, already reaching for her hand as she dragged you to her place.
she was reaching new spots inside you you never even knew existed. her fingers long and slim, rubbing right up against your g-spot while her tongue worked diligently on your little clit. hyunjin maintained eye contact with you the whole time, grinning against your warm cunt as she licked you clean.
she curled her fingers just right, she knew just how to please a woman. her smile spreading with every staged breath you took, every broken sob as she hit just the right spot over and over again.
your hands tangled in her hair, pulling just enough that she whimpered against your clit, “hyunjin-oh my..on my god!” your thighs squeezed around her head, “right there, fuck!”
she hummed, pulling away from your pussy, strings of your arousal still keeping you two connected. hyunjin clicked her tongue as you pouted up at her, about to start crying from the ruined orgasm.
“be patient baby.” her voice was low and cool as if this was just a regular thing for her.
you whined, sitting up and following her with your eyes as she walked over to her bedside drawer. your mouth nearly fell open when you saw her pull out a strap.
“hyunjin! you can’t be serious!” you gasped out.
she smiled, a taunting tone coating her words, “what? you don’t like it?”
your face flushed and you looked down at your lap, “it’s just…big..”
she pouted at you with faux sympathy, “baby never taken anything bigger than her own fingers?”
you huffed out, not willing to admit the embarrassing truth that she was right.
hyunjin laughed a little, “it’s ok y/n, i promise i’ll make sure it’s nice and comfortable,” she placed the strap on her hips, fastening it in place, “you’re already making a mess on my bed baby, i think you’re ready.”
she crawled back on the bed, making her way towards you. you instinctively leaned back the closer she got, letting your back rest against her mattress as she crawled on top of you. a hand reaching out to cradle your waist as she leaned down to ghost her lips over yours.
“you look so pretty under me.”
you whimpered, suddenly at a loss for words as her eyes raked over your naked body, “please…”
she grinded her hips against yours slightly, just enough to drag to dildo against your sensitive folds, “please what? use your words sweetie.”
you whined and turned your head, refusing to make eye contact when you begged her to fuck you, “..please..hyunjin, please fuck me..”
she was quick to click her tongue and pulls her hips back, “nuh uh, come on princess, gotta look at me when you say it, how else will i know you mean it?”
you bit your lip and begrudgingly turned to face her, your desperation taking over, “hyunjin, please fuck me, i need you so bad, need you to fuck my pussy until i’m begging you to stop.”
she leaned down to press her lips against yours, the kiss sweet and distracting as she brought her hips back down to yours, the strap rubbing between your folds. you gasped into the kiss, hyunjin took advantage and stuck her tongue inside your mouth, exploring the new found territory. her hand reached down, directing the tip of the dildo into your dripping cunt, stretching you wide around the silicone.
“fuck!” you pulled away from the kiss for a moment to breathe, your hands reaching up to grip onto her arms and to stable to yourself.
hyunjin grinned at how you were already falling apart right in front of her, she slowly began to push in deeper, watching in awe as you big your lip, struggling to take her big dildo.
she picked up her pace, “feel good y/n? you like being stretched out by me hm? so wet for me just making such a mess baby.”
you threw your head back, too blissed out to properly respond to her. your moans and hyunjins little pants filled the room, you even started to roll your hips up to match her pace. your nails scratched up under her shirt and over her back, exposing her chest just enough that you could see her pretty black lace bra.
“s-so pretty..” you mumble out, not really even aware that you said it out loud.
hyunjin leaned down, pressing her plush lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking small bruises into it as you whimpered.
her hips picked up pace, your juicy pussy loudly squelching with each thrust along with the loud sound of skin slapping, “taking me so good baby, like this pussy was made for me.”
you cried out, your hands moving to grip at her hair, pulling her closer into your neck, “feels so good mommy!”
hyunjins hips faltered a little at the name, the shock making her pause before she regained her composure, even picking up her pace. she reached down to rub small circles on your clit, pushing you even closer to the edge.
“holy fuck, mommy-ah! g-gonna cum..feels so good please! gonna cum!” you pulled her head up, reconnecting your bitten lips to her swollen ones, messily slipping your tongue into her mouth.
she growled into the kiss, pressing down on your clit harder to help push you over the edge. the tip of the dildo pressing right against that sweet soft spot inside your pussy so well. you sucked on her tongue, you legs wrapping around her hips to draw her in closer as you gushed around the strap. your body tensed, thighs quivering as your orgasm hit you hard, broken cries leaving your mouth as you still desperately tried to keep kissing her despite your constant moans.
hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, letting your moans ring out freely as she pressed gentle kisses to your cheek. the snapping of her hips slowed and she pulled out when you started to twitch from overstimulation.
she pressed a final sweet kiss to your swollen lips as she got off you, admiring how flushed and ruined you looked, “so pretty when you cum for me.”
Summary: You were hired as a live-in servant for one of the town’s founding leaders Lee Minho. The job fairly simple so you were told. Only being fed from on occasion till your family’s debt was paid.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI due to adult content. Blood feeding, brief choking, female masturbation, unprotected sex, a little bit of fingering, and maybe abuse of power? 👀
Word Count: 13,000 and some change.
Author’s Note: This is part of a collection of fics I’ll be releasing in the same universe. Please be on the look out for them. It’ll include Ateez and other Stray Kids members. I hope you guys enjoy it! I totally was supposed to have the vampire Hongjoong out before this but that’s being worked on still.
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Average day as a div1 employee: get a venti almond cap latte from the jyp cafe. Cover the members hair in grease. Fuck around with some random skzoo pngs to make a $50 USD tshirt. Straighten the members hair until it's burnt and flat. apply more grease. Anger the fans globally somehow. Badly whitewash photos of the members. Badly whitewash the skzoo pngs too while you're at it. Fatshame a member in official content. Ignore the voice messages from Han and seungmin begging for a 2 day group holiday. Misspell some official merch. Rinse andddd repeat.
Hi everyone. As I feared, I have nowhere to turn but the generosity of the public with regards to the dire situation my household finds itself in. I hate to ask for help with nothing I can provide in return. This is hard for me to write and I am so sorry that I have to.
As some know, our housing and financial situation is untenable now. We are about to be forced out of the badly maintained place we live by negligent landlords who have been… to put it mildly: utter crap. I am disabled so live on a tiny fixed income. The other member of my household is similarly poor with no avenue to make more money. We live well below the poverty line in our state. Despite that we have two cats that depend on us to care for them. The household is likely going to have to share a one-bedroom apartment of dubiously habitable quality as low-income housing waitlists are years long. But one way or another we need to get out soon--- I think we have at most 30 days, maybe less. As it stands now, I don’t have the time or the health to earn money via commissions and tips as I would prefer to.
I know that everyone is struggling now and likely has little to give. I’m not asking for a lot from any one person nor do I want anyone to put themselves out for me. But I do humbly beg that if you have ever enjoyed my art, my company, or just care about others as I always try to do please consider a contribution toward our moving expenses, deposits, and whatever financial fuckery the landlords force us into. I want to stay in the SKZ fandom. I want to reblog posts and beautiful creations, and make art, and be a friend in the community. I want to find more friends because I have so much love to give. I need to stay off the streets, especially because I have physical and mental illnesses that make me especially vulnerable in such a situation.
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I'm gonna say this, as some of y'alls designated fandom and fanfic elder: writing any kink isn't a crime. Yes even that one. Whatever sex scene you're thinking of right now, no matter how much it weirds you out or you think its "illegal" - its simply not.
Fiction is a roleplay scene where all parties are consenting because YOU wrote them and they're literally NOT REAL PEOPLE. In sexual roleplay MANY things happen and have happened and will continue to happen that you personally don't agree with- but guess what! You're not in that consenting moment so it's none of your business!
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WILL call you a good girl no matter where he is. there’s a random ping sound coming from your phone, you already know who it is. you body knows who was just thinking about you, phone already in his hands as he text you a simple, moderate text.
have you eaten yet baby? if not, make sure you do, do not make me disappointed by denying food from yourself. be a good girl.
it's inevitable, you smile and blush on your way to get some food, just to make your boyfriend proud and happy.
who is gentle inside and outside your relationship. he will be gentle with you, caring about you in ways no one ever did. notices the small things which makes your heart go numb and buzz in your chest, pat your head gently when you smile brightly at him for buying something you’ve been wanting to buy for months.and let’s not forget that seungmin will be gentle about your relationship when you’re not around him. will he talk to the other members about you and how lucky he is? yes, yes he will.
who gets jealous easily, but will not say anything obscene openly.he will take you somewhere private, no matter the time or place, he finds an intimate spot just for the two of you. it will come off like he's controlling you, when he really isn't. he won't tell you to stop talking to that guy, but he will pull your hair to the side to show off the mark he left on your soft skin previous night. he won't call a cab and take you home the second he sees you warming up to one of the members, but he will take your hand under the table discreetly and show you what you are doing to him by pissing him off.
does it worth it sweetheart? does making me jealous will get you off later tonight?
who can't help but call you bunny. he pats the lenght of your hair when you cuddle closer to him and whispers a small oh bunny you're so good to me while his other hand is somewhere deep inside your pink underwear, pulled to the side so his slender finger can find the sweet spot you have been mewling about in his ears.
also calls you a slut when you can't control yourself.
he has been telling you to behave yourself, to wait for him like you always do. but there are times when you just simply can't wait for seungmin's touch, body or words to come to you. so you do what you need to do, and let your body washed away by the sensations. and when seungmin catches you in the middle of the night because of his busy schedule, he handles you in great calmness. but he won't give you what you want, no. and you know you have to earn that from him, because in the end, he doesn't call you his good girl like he always do.
and he tells you to watch you mouth when he sees the anger rising within you, meanwhile you have no right to feel that way. you say one wrong thing and you know you've done it, that was it. but the anger doesn't stick to your boyfriend - you just simply know how your night will end.
you want to say something more, bunny? do you really wish to?
but he's someone, who in the end will close you in between his arms while you cry from overstimulation, rub calming patterns on your naked back like he didn't just rearranged your insides and spanked raw your ass to the point it couldn't get any redder.
my poor baby. i bet this is exactly how you planned this night to go, right?
seungmin murmurs as his cock is still deep inside your sticky, warm walls after hours of his torturous teasing and edging until your insides were begging for his and your release.
Imagine seungmin backshots🥴 I need this man so much reading this has awakened something in me that only being treated like a whore by seungmin will fix
summary: mornings with seungmin are always the same, the two of you had a set routine, but nights with seungmin are always different
warnings: just fluffy and soft seungmin, small makeout session
word count: 2.2k
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a/n: the selfie he sent on bubble the other day made me crazy he looks so kissable and he’s been so bf recently it is not good for my heart i need him so bad anyways please enjoy fluffy bf seungmin i wrote this to help with the brainworms he has been giving me lately lmao tysm for reading !!!
You and Seungmin had a morning work routine for the days he was home and had a normal schedule at the company. You wake up to the same alarm and then he whines about laying in bed for five more minutes before pulling you closer in his arms and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Five minutes turns into ten and then sometimes turns into twenty. And you let him every time, which is why your alarm is set earlier than it should be.
When the two of you finally get up, you get ready for your day together. Standing next to each other in the bathroom as you brush your teeth, you giggle at his bed head, and he scowls at the way you seem too happy to be out of bed.
And when you change out of your soft pajamas, he’s suddenly awake, like he’s never seen you change in front of him before. His eyes linger on you, hands reaching to touch you, his lips finding any bare skin he can kiss before you push him away with a joking scold.
“You need to get dressed too before we’re both late.”
“Can’t help but be distracted when you’re so beautiful.”
A smirk on his face as he replies to you and like clockwork every morning you roll your eyes at him with a smile on your face before heading to the kitchen.
The two of you eat breakfast together at the dining table while the coffee machine brews Seungmin’s morning coffee for him to take in his usual tumbler he brings to the company. The one with a fading Pochacco sticker you had put on it years ago and he never removed.
While you eat, the two of you talk about what the day has in store for you. He tells you about his schedule for the day, if he’ll be home on time or if he’ll be back late.
“We have a lot of interviews and promotional videos to shoot today. But even with a packed schedule we’re supposed to finish on time so I should be back at a decent time tonight.”
“Should we order takeout instead of cooking dinner then?”
“Let’s see how I feel when I get off.”
And then he listens attentively while you tell him about yours.
“Oh that new girl is working again today.”
“The one that thinks she knows everything but is always messing up and won’t own up to her mistakes?”
“Yup she’s the one. I cannot wait to go in today.”
“Sounds like a blast.”
“You know it.”
And when you both finish eating and discussing the future of your day, you clean up after the two of you while Seungmin packs your lunch bag and makes sure nothing is missing from either of your work bags.
Eventually the company driver calls to tell Seungmin they are waiting outside, a warning for the both of you to start heading out the door soon. He grabs his coffee and both of your bags before heading towards the door.
He throws both bags over his shoulder and bends down to slip on his shoes while he waits for you. And when you appear in front of him while he is still bent down, he always grabs your shoes off the rack and helps you put them on.
“I can put on my own shoes, you know.”
“You say that every morning yet you still let me help you.”
“It’s because I like seeing you on your knees.”
“Shut up.”
When he straightens up, he always finds you standing in front of him with a smile on your face.
“Have a good day at work Minnie.”
“You too pup.”
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you in for a gentle kiss. His lips always soft against yours and tasting slightly of coffee. You always pull away first. If you don't, Seungmin would have the both of you stuck at the entrance of your front door while he kissed you endlessly.
And when you finally pull away from his lips, he always leans in to give you another quick peck before you scold him for the second time of the morning.
“Min, we have to leave now.”
“Don’t deprive me of my morning good luck kisses.”
“They’re just morning kisses, no good luck to them.”
“You don’t know that. My day is always terrible without them.”
“You’re such a dork.”
The two of you leave your apartment with huge smiles on your faces and entwined hands. And when you both make your way downstairs to the company car, Seungmin places a final kiss to the back of your hand. His grip loosens and he hands over your bag that he always carries down for you.
“I love you. Text me when you get to work.”
“I love you too. And I always do.”
He gets into the car and looks at you one last time. You blow him a kiss and wink at him dramatically which causes him to laugh as he shakes his head at you. He should be used to it by now, you do it every morning when he leaves, but it always makes him smile.
And when the door shuts and the car drives away, the two of you finally part ways for the morning.
Mornings with Seungmin are always the same, ran like clockwork, yet the two of you never get bored of it.
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Unlike most mornings which are set with a routine, night time with Seungmin is always different.
Sometimes he gets to come home on time so you get to wind down together, sometimes he has to stay late and by the time he gets home you are already in bed, and sometimes he doesn’t come home, having to fly out for a schedule.
Today you get off of work an hour earlier than usual. Your boss letting you go home early after you had to clean up a huge mess your new coworker caused.
You were aware Seungmin was going to have a busy day today. And when he barely texted you throughout the day, you knew it was busier than he had expected.
So with your extra time, you decide to surprise Seungmin with some kimchi jjigae for dinner. Stopping by the grocery store on the way home you grab all the ingredients you need to make his favorite dish.
When you get home, you change into some comfier clothes and start cooking. You finish cooking right as you get a text from Seungmin, letting you know that he is wrapping up and will be on the way home soon.
Settling onto the couch, you scroll aimlessly on your phone as you wait for him to get home. The pot of stew sits on the stove on low to keep it warm.
Soon enough you hear the clinking of keys and the sound of the front door opening. Turning your head towards the door you spot Seungmin as he enters your shared apartment. His hair is still styled from his full day of filming but he’s wearing the sweats he left the apartment in this morning.
You can tell he’s had a rough day by the way his shoulders look tense and the way he mutters curse words to himself as he accidentally drops his keys and struggles to take off his shoes, almost tripping over his own feet.
But the minute he looks up and spots you on the couch, his shoulders relax and his eyes soften, a smile forming on his face just at the sight of you.
He doesn’t say anything as he makes his way over to you. He plops down next to you on the couch and before you can welcome him home he's grabbing your waist and pulling you into his lap. Both of your knees are on either side of him as you face him.
“Long day?” You ask quietly, reaching up to mess up his professionally styled hair.
He only hums quietly in response, pulling you closer as his arms wrap around you tightly. He lets out a long sigh as he buries his face into your neck.
He relaxes into your touch as you play with his hair and the two of you sit quietly for a while before you break the silence.
“I made kimchi jjigae for dinner.”
At the sound of your words he pulls away to look at you, his brows furrowed in disbelief.
“No you didn’t.”
“I wouldn’t joke about a serious thing like kimchi jjigae. Followed your mom’s recipe that she sent me a while ago too so I hope I did it justice.”
His eyes light up like you just told him a miracle happened.
“I love you.”
“Because I surprised you with your favorite meal?” You giggle out, an eyebrow raised.
“Well that’s just a bonus. I love you because you always know how to make me feel better after a tiring day.”
“I just made dinner and then sat on the couch.”
“And I love that about you.”
“You know, you’re extra cheesy today.”
“Just missed you is all.” He whispers, leaning forwards to brush his nose against yours softly. His lips ghosting over yours as you smile at each other.
“We saw each other this morning.” You move your hands to cup his face, brushing your thumbs along his cheeks.
“And that was so long ago.”
You can’t help but tilt your head back as you let out a loud laugh at his response, causing his lips to turn down in a pout.
“Sorry sorry. Needy Seungmin is such a rare sight, he surprised me. I missed you too Minnie. Missed your silly update texts to keep me going.” Leaning forward, you gently press your lips to his to wipe away his pout. And when you pull away, he has a soft smile on his face.
You’re about to ask him if he wants to eat dinner but he cuts you off by placing his lips on yours again, catching you by surprise. The kiss is delicate and gentle, like he’s been yearning for your touch. Not in a desperate way but in a way that he was glad to finally be home, to finally be with you. He’s kissing you like it’s the only thing he wants to do for the rest of his life.
He unwinds his arms from around you, placing his hands on your waist as he pulls you even closer. Deepening the kiss as his fingers creep under your shirt, his cold hands coming in contact with your warm skin causing your breath to hitch.
You can feel him smile against your lips at your reaction. Your hands move up to mess with his hair again as you kiss him back. Your lips move in sync, the both of you lost in each other’s touch and forgetting about the horrors of the day that just passed. Only present in each other's embraces.
Seungmin breaks away first for once and you're the one left to chase after his lips, greedy to feel more of him. And he welcomes your lips back with a laugh and smile.
“The food is going to get cold,” he mumbles, his lips still brushing against yours, kissing you between every word.
“It’s okay,” you mummer against his lips. “The stove is on low.” The two of you fall back into the kiss, your lips moving against each other tenderly and full of love.
He pulls away again after a while, his breathing is short as he pants slightly for air. His cheeks dusted with pink and his swollen lips glisten with a slight sheen of saliva. His once styled hair is now a tousled mess and he looks at you with hooded eyes.
“Now who’s the needy one?” He teases, his swollen lips pulled into a smirk.
“Shut up.” You whine. This time it's your turn to bury your face into his neck, hiding your face from his teasing stare.
“You hungry?” He asks. His hands, still under your shirt, reach up to rub your back.
“Not yet,” you mumble into his neck. “Just want to sit here with you for a bit first if that’s okay.”
“That’s more than okay with me.” He whispers and he can feel the way you smile against his skin at his answer. “So how was your day? How was the new girl?”
“Oh, don’t even get me started,” you groan out. Leaning your head back to look at him. “I’ll rant all night long and then we would never go to sleep.”
He lets out a quiet laugh at your reply, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your forehead.
“I would listen to you complain about everything and anything every night if you let me.”
Nights with Seungmin are always different, never the same, yet the two of you never had a single complaint.
