“what’s got ya squirming so much, huh? i haven’t even put my cock in you yet.”

“yeah..you like that? you like it when I touch you like this?”

“can you feel me in here baby? right here…so fucking deep in your pussy.”

“you gonna cum? mmm-yeah? you gonna cum so fucking hard on daddy’s cock?”

“let me fill you riiight up..yeah? you wanna have my babies?”

“you know me so well don’t you…fuuck yeah, suck my cock...just like that.”

“just look at you baby…so fucking wet for me..’tis all for me yeah?”

“fuck i missed this pussy…the way you take me drives me fucking insane..”

my brain at 12:00 am on june 1st:

a/n: thank you for this request anon! hope you enjoy <3

summary: a dinner with old friends has you reminiscing on your first kiss with Zuko

“You know, I’ve always wondered, who made the first move?”

You pause mid bite into your fire cracker bun as you tentatively cast your glance towards Zuko who sits across from you at the table. Sokka’s question has lulled the entire group into silence, and all of the attention is now focused on the two of you as you fight to keep from choking on your food.

“What do you mean?” You manage to get out after clearing your throat. You feign innocence by taking a sip of water, but Zuko’s reddened face and inability to maintain his composure quickly discredits your calm front.

“Well we’re here together reminiscing on the past, and you and Zuko have been dating for years without ever explaining how it happened,” he argues pointedly while gesturing to everyone seated at the table, and he does have a point. Every month you all make time to meet for dinner to catch up on memories both new and old, and it so happened to be Zuko’s turn to host the meal. Thus, it made sense your romantic history was the topic of tonight’s conversation.

"Please-please Zayne please let me cum!" You tug desperately at the ties restraining you to the bed. Zayne pulls himself away at the last second, licking the taste of you off his lips.

"You can take a few more can't you?" He leans over to kiss you, clearly trying to comfort you as you weep.

"I c-can't! Please it-it's not fair I didn't-didn't do anything wrong!" You sniffle, pouting at him. It's true you hadn't broken any rules or done anything to warrant a punishment. Zayne was simply in the mood to edge you. Not that you were really complaining.

You can’t even close your legs to get relief due to the spreader bar holding your ankles apart. Zayne had slipped underneath it so that it, and your ankles, rests on his back. You refrain from moving too much for fear of hurting him, a fact you’re sure he had in mind when he set up this position.

"Just one more. Then you can cum. Just think about how good it will feel when I finally let you."

"Please Zayne I need it now!" You pull at the ties once more but they still hold. He moves up your body to press a few soft kisses to your lips, wiping your tears.

"Not yet, okay?" Zayne murmurs softly, though his free hand snakes between your bodies to circle your clit, making you gasp as he keeps you on the edge.

You moan into his mouth, back arching off the bed. The spreader bar between your ankles holds firm as your body strains to do anything to get just a little closer to release.

In this Choose Your Own Adventure, a dream internship with Stray Kids was supposed to launch your career. So why is Bang Chan suddenly becoming your biggest secret?

Bangchan x Fem!Reader Choose Your Own Adventure

“fuck— just like that. say you’re sorry.”

chan’s hips have been snapping against yours for the latter half of the hour tonight. really, you shouldn’t have done what you did. it was a quick, off handed, self deprecating remark about yourself, and just like that, chan had enough.

he was already feeling on edge from the studio. and now he felt like he failed you to not reassure you enough. that’s how you got yourself here.

you can’t apologize. not because you’re being a brat or doing anything on purpose, but rather because chan has you laid prone on your stomach as his hips feverishly snap against your ass. making it quite literally impossible to reply outside of breathy moans being punched from your lungs. repeated motions that have had you crying into the pillow your face is sunken into.

“c’mon baby, you can do it… say “i’m sorry channie”… f-fuckin’ hell!”

chan’s body slowly comes down onto yours, his chest flush against your back as his arms ensnare around your shoulder. his head drops to the back of yours, his voice a low rasp of heavy breathing. his hips slow to grind against the plush of your ass, rocking and rutting into the wetness of your arousal. his panting turns into a low growl at your refusal.

“pretty girl… sweet baby, say it. say it and i’ll make you cum so good.”

meanwhile, you’re just a mess under him. head turned slightly as his bicep wraps under your chin, hands clawing at his strong arms. eyes bleary and wet with tears from how good it feels every time he quickly bottoms out and fills you so right. the sounds are obscene, salacious squelches as he drags every drop out of you. and you’ll do just the same to him if you keep fluttering around him like that.

“‘m s-sorry, cha— haah— channie! it feels so good, so good, please don’t stop!”

chan smiles to himself as he drags out a moan from his chest, laughing in a way that pinches off at the end in a high whine. his brows furrow and eyes close, slowing his movement down to fuck himself deeper.

“that wasn’t so h-hard now, was it, pretty thing…?” chan’s tongue swipes over his bottom lip to catch himself from drooling down your back. his hands pin your lower back down to the bed, forcing a nasty arch that makes you sob in equal parts relief and overstimulation.

“who’s my good girl, yeah? is that you? am i fucking my good girl stupid right now? huh? m-my beautiful good girl…”

chan’s sentences are punctuated with deep strokes, feeling his pelvis thrust and rock against you in languid motions. his words are overwhelming but that’s what he wants. you were just being so mean to the woman he loves, which is you.

“are you going to keep fighting with yourself or let me fuck you good, gorgeous?” chan heaves out, his chest pressing against your shoulder blades as he kisses into your hair. he ducks his head to lick a stripe up your spine to your neck, and chuckles a moan when he feels how squirmy and whiny you get. your moans are almost sobs from how his plush mushroom tip is kissing against that sensitive spot inside.

“sweetheart,” he drawls out, almost in a singsong voice. “you’re so… very precious… perfect girl, yeah? thank you f-for— fuck— sharing this perfect body.”

those deep strokes are reciprocated with your pussy squeezing him so tight chan swears he might be able to taste the stars. and because chan knows how to elevate your orgasm…

“sh-shit baby, breathe… breathe, just breathe, let it happen babygirl—”

a few inhales and exhales, and chan is wrapping that bicep around to grab your face. he loves that teary look in your eyes, like it feels too good to do anything but cry. your pussy is clenching on him like a vice, the sweet slapping and mixing of fluids…

he can’t help it, chan brings his lips hovering over yours, whispering, “i love you, sweetheart… cum for me.”

there’s a ringing in your ears when it happens, the churning of the knot builds so quick, you don’t even have time to think. chan’s groan bleeds into a whimper the second he feels your tight cunt shudder with shocks, milking him and causing his own release. the hiccuped sobs of moans you release have him praying the walls are thick enough to hide from neighbors. chan wants them all to himself.

he presses as deep as he can to flood you with hot cum, kissing all over your face from tears. your skin is tacky with sweat and stunning in the afterglow. chan runs his hands over your sweat slicked forehead, pushing back anything still sticking to you.

“don’t ever say that stuff again, baby… yeah…? you did such a good job, sweetheart… such a perfect and sweet girl…”

chan smacks a kiss to your temple, laying his weight down on your back. your eyes are already drooping from contentedness while he traces patterns onto your hip. his initials. little hearts. swirls that never end.

“i’m here to protect you from all of that… always.”

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♡ starring: bang chan, lee know, changbin, hyunjin, han, felix, seungmin, i.n

♡a/n: hi!!! it’s my first time writing something like this, so please be patient with me 😭

🎙️requests are open🎙️

🚨ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE🚨

BANG CHAN

"Wait, look at me...are you serious? We’re having a baby?"

His brain would completely short-circuit for a solid ten seconds. He’d just stare at the positive test in your hands, his eyes widening as the realization slowly hits him. Then, a massive, dimpled smile would break across his face, and his eyes would immediately fill with tears. He would pull you into the tightest, safest embrace, burying his face in your neck while whispering endless thank yous. From that exact second, his protective dad mode switches on full blast. He’d refuse to let you carry anything heavier than a glass of water, and he’d probably spend the rest of the night looking up nursery ideas and baby-proofing tips, already completely whipped for his future little family.

LEE KNOW

"So, what you’re saying is...our three cats are getting another human servant?"

He would try so hard to keep his trademark smirk on his face, looking at you like you’re pulling a prank on him. He would literally examine the test from five different angles just to be sure. But the moment he sees your soft, genuine smile, his smirk would melt into this incredibly tender, rare look. He’d try to act all nonchalant, but you’d catch him later that evening sitting next to you, gently resting his hand over your flat stomach when he thinks you’re not paying attention. He’d whisper to your belly, threatening the baby that they better love cats, but his soft eyes would completely give away how incredibly happy and touched he actually is.

CHANGBIN

"YAH! NO WAY! I’M GOING TO BE A DAD?!"

The loudest, most energetic reaction you could ever imagine. He would literally jump off the couch, pumping his fists in the air with the biggest, proudest grin on his face. He’d immediately rush to wrap his arms around you, but then he’d suddenly freeze mid-air, looking terrified. "Wait, can I hug you? Is it safe? I won’t squeeze too hard, I promise!" It would be the sweetest thing ever. Once you reassure him, he’d hold you so gently, rocking you side to side. For the rest of your pregnancy, he would constantly flex his muscles, telling you that he’s going to protect the both of you and making sure you’re eating double portions because "you need to build strenght for two now".

HYUNJIN

"Oh my god...this is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me"

Pure, cinematic drama in the best way possible. His gasp would echo through the room, and his hands would instantly fly to cover his mouth. Within seconds, his dramatic, beatiful eyes would overflow with happy tears. He wouldn’t even try to hide his emotions - he’d drop to his knees right in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against your stomach, crying softly from sheer joy. He would treat you like the most fragile, precious glass sculpture from that moment on. Expect him to immediately start sketching baby portraits and buying the mosts aesthetic, high-end baby clothes he can find.

HAN

"Hold on, joke’s over, you’re not kidding? Me?! A father?! Oh my god, what if I drop them?!"

An absolute spiral of sweet, chaotic panic. He would start pacing around the room, clutching his hair and laughing nervously because his brain cannot handle the sudden shift from "couple" to "parents". He’d look so genuinely stressed about whether he’s mature enough, making his ears turn completely red. You’d have to grab his hands and look into his eyes to ground him. The moment he calms down and looks at you, all the panic would just evaporate, replaced by pure adoration. He’d whine, pull you onto his lap, and bury his face in your shoulder, mumbling about how he’s going to write the best lullabies and learn hoe to change diapers just for you.

FELIX

"Are you for real? We’re...we’re really going to have a little miracle?"

His deep voice would drop to the softest, most breathless whisper. He would just look at you with those sparkly, star-filled eyes, his face lighting up like pure sun. He would gently cup your face with his hands, giving you the sweetest, softest kisses before leaning down to kiss your belly too. He’d be so incredibly amazed by the whole thing. He would immediately start planning how to bake the healtiest, pregnancy-safe treats for your cravings and would make it his life mission to give you foot massages every single night. Your whole house would just be filled with his giggles and endless warmth.

SEUNGMIN

"Well, there go our plans for a quiet, peaceful year...but I think I’m okay with that"

He’d look at the test, look back at you, slowly adjust his posture, and give you that classic, teasing puppy smile. He’d try to keep his cool and act witty about it, but you’d easily notice how his hands are slightly trembling with excitement. He’d pull you into a very warm, comforting hug, kissing the top of your head and holding you close for a long time. The very next day, you’d walk into the living room only to find him surrounded by three different parenting books, a notebook, and a pack of highlighters. He’d be meticulously researching everything about prenatal care, wanting to be completely prepared for you.

I.N

"Wait...does this mean I’m not the baby of the family anymore?"

He would instantly blush a deep crimson right up to his ears, giggling shyly because he genuinely can’t believe he’s grown up enough to become a father. He would hide his face in his hands for a second to hide his shy smile, but his eyes would be absolutely beaming with pride. He’d keep asking you a million questions just to make sure he’s not dreaming. He’d become incredibly attentive, always holding your hand, walking the street-side of the sidewalk to protect you, and the moment he’s around the other members, he’d brag so hard with his chest puffed out about how he’s going to be the coolest dad ever.