Lee Minho, The Guy Who…

CAN YOU WRITE A CUTE FUNNY FIC OF LEEKNOW AND READER TRYING TO HAVE SEXY TIME BUT SOONIE, DOONGIE, AND DORI WONT LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE?

IT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND I ABSOLUTELY NEED IT <33

₊˚⑅⋆ pests ⋆⑅˚₊

Genre: smut/fluff MDNI !!

Warnings: kissing, some dirty talk, cursing, hellacious teasing and laughing, almost fingering, cats obvi :3

v4mps note: this was so cute and fun to write AGHH, but I feel like the on and off smut made it even better :D

It was supposed to be simple: Lee Know, you, a quiet evening together. The kind where you could finally enjoy each other’s company without any interruptions. The plan was set. No distractions. But of course, nothing ever went according to plan when it came to his cats.

You were lying in his bed, pulling him close for a heated kiss, your hands already slipping under his shirt, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingertips. “Let’s make this quick," Lee Know murmured, his voice already laced with lust as he pressed you back into the sheets. "I want you so bad, baby."

Before you could answer, a soft, persistent meow echoed from the corner of the room.

You froze. Lee Know’s face twisted with annoyance. “Soonie, I swear to god…”

His cat had made her entrance, hopping onto the bed with a little yowl as she made herself comfortable, curling up right between you both. Lee Know let out a frustrated laugh, his hand running over his face in disbelief.

“Really? Now? Of all times?” he muttered, giving you an apologetic look. “She’s been out all day, and now she decides to invade our private time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching down to gently pet the cat’s head, who was completely unfazed by the chaos she had just caused.

“Guess we’re not alone,” you teased, trying to ignore the way your body was still aching for him.

Lee Know sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m gonna get her out of here… give me a second.” He leaned down to gently lift the cat, but before he could, a second meow sounded from the other side of the room.

Doongie, his adorable yet extremely clingy cat, was now on the prowl, circling the bed and looking up at you both with big, pleading eyes.

Lee Know groaned, throwing himself back into the pillows. “Fuck… why is it always now?” His hands gripped the sheets, trying to keep his composure as Doongie hopped onto the bed, nuzzling into your lap with loud purrs.

You couldn’t help but laugh, scratching Doongie behind the ears. “He’s so needy,” you teased, but your laugh caught in your throat as Lee Know’s lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I don’t give a shit about needy cats right now,” he growled, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease the skin of your sides. He was clearly trying to keep his patience, but his breath was already ragged from the teasing.

Just as you were about to respond, a third meow cut through the air. Dori, the smallest and most mischievous of the bunch, darted into the room like a little ball of energy. She pounced onto the bed and immediately positioned herself right between your legs, staring up at you both with wide, innocent eyes.

Lee Know threw his head back, groaning in frustration. “What the fuck, Dori? Seriously?” He looked over at you, his gaze darkening with mischief and desire. “This is your fault, you know that?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, the situation too absurd. “My fault? You’re the one who adopted all of them!”

The tiny cat didn’t budge an inch, just staring up at you, completely oblivious to the tension between you and Lee Know.

“Okay, enough of this,” Lee Know said, his voice dripping with frustration. His hand found your wrist, pulling it up to his lips for a heated kiss that made your whole body tense with anticipation. “Fuck, you’re killing me, baby…” he muttered, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

You gasped into his mouth as his hand slid down, fingers brushing over your waistband. “Lee Know, are you seriously gonna—”

But just as his fingers slipped under your waistband, the cats simultaneously leaped onto the bed and started running in circles, their tails swishing all over the place.

Lee Know stared at them in horror as his hand froze, fingers still pressing against your skin. “Are you fucking kidding me? This is a nightmare.” He let out an exasperated laugh, his frustration mixing with amusement. “We can’t even have a second to ourselves.”

You pulled him back in for a kiss, ignoring the chaos around you. “Does it really matter?” you whispered against his lips. “I’m still here, and I’m still ready for you.”

The teasing tone in your voice made Lee Know groan, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, kissing you harder, his fingers slipping lower. He traced the waistband of your pants, eyes darkening with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You moaned into the kiss, your hands grabbing his shoulders as he pressed down, grinding against you as his fingers finally slipped into your panties, teasing your entrance. The sensation made you gasp, but the moment was cut short by a loud meow. The cat jumped up right on Lee Know’s back, pawing at him desperately for attention.

“Oh my god!” Lee Know shouted, nearly choking on his own frustration as he tried to shake the cat off his back. “Seriously, what the fuck!?”

You were laughing uncontrollably now, feeling the tension break in a burst of light-hearted chaos. “I guess it’s not happening tonight,” you said between giggles.

But Lee Know wasn’t ready to give up that easily. He shot you a devilish grin, fingers still teasing at your core. “Oh, it’s happening, sweetheart. Cats or not, I’m finishing this.”

And despite the cats swarming all over you, he did.

LEE KNOW ♡ SKZ TRAVEL LOG #1

⍣ ೋ cw: vigin!felix. dry humping. hand job. blow job. overstimulation. mdni.

felix knows how to kiss you. he’s done it enough times—long, lazy sessions pressed up against you, hands wandering, lips slick and hungry. he knows how to tilt his head just right, how to nip at your bottom lip until you sigh against his mouth, how to suck your tongue into his own until you’re the one chasing him.

but this—this is new.

you’re straddling him, thighs bracketing his, fingers curled in the hair at the nape of his neck, keeping him close. his hands rest on your waist, trembling just slightly, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin like he’s trying to ground himself.

he’s burning. every inch of him, inside and out, is consumed by a heat so unbearable it has him trembling beneath you, breathless and desperate, hips chasing yours with an urgency that’s bordering on pathetic. he knows it, too—knows how fucking needy he looks, how embarrassing it is that he’s already soaked through his sweats, how wrecked he sounds when his moans break, high and breathless.

but he can’t stop. he doesn’t want to.

you’ve barely even touched him, and he’s already falling apart. his cock is rock-hard, leaking so much that his sweats cling to him, soaked through in a mess of precum that’s only getting worse each time you drag your hips against him. the friction is unreal—too much and not enough all at once. the thin cotton of your panties is soaked, sticking to your cunt, making it easier to slide against him, slick and filthy and teasing.

he should be embarrassed. and he is—his cheeks are burning, his ears pink, his fingers gripping your hips so tight they might leave bruises. but the shame only makes it better. makes his cock twitch, makes his stomach clench, makes him whimper when you press down just right.

“f-fuck,” he stammers, voice wrecked, high-pitched and desperate. his thighs tense beneath you, shaking as he bucks up again, more frantic this time, grinding into you like he’s completely lost control. like he doesn’t care how messy he’s getting, how pathetic he must sound.

he’s so used to doing this alone—rutting into his hand, fucking into the mattress, biting his lip to keep from moaning too loud. but now, you’re on top of him, letting him do it for real, letting him soak through his clothes, letting him press his aching, throbbing cock against your cunt and use you like his fucking pillow.

the thought makes his head spin.

“i—” his voice catches, his fingers flexing on your waist, hips jerking up again. he’s trying to hold back, but he’s too far gone, too close, too sensitive. every time your pussy drags against him, it gets worse. every tiny movement sends another shockwave of pleasure through him, has another choked moan falling from his lips.

you press down harder, and his whole body jolts.

“shit—oh my god, i’m gonna—”

his head tips back against the pillow, mouth falling open as a broken sob rips from his throat. his hips stutter, his entire body shuddering as he cums hard, spilling into his sweats, soaking them even more, ruining himself completely. his cock throbs against you, twitching with every pulse of his release, sticky and hot and messy.

but even as he cums, even as his body trembles through it, he doesn’t stop moving. his hips keep rolling up into you, needy, shameless, fucking desperate for more, whining as the oversensitivity kicks in but still grinding against you like he can’t help himself.

he knows he should be mortified—knows he just came in his pants like the fucking virgin he is, knows how ruined and wrecked he looks. but the way you’re looking at him, the way your nails are digging into his skin, the way your own cunt is throbbing against him—

he’s gasping, body trembling beneath you, his chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths. his whole body feels too hot, too sensitive, every nerve ending fried from orgasm, and yet—

he still wants more.

still needs more.

his cock twitches, still hard, still leaking despite the mess he’s already made, and you feel it—feel the way he shudders when you press your palm against the soaked fabric of his sweats, the way his hips jolt like he can’t help but chase the touch even though he’s so overstimulated it’s making his head spin.

“f-fuck,” he stammers, voice cracking, wrecked and breathless. his fingers dig into your thighs, gripping like he’s afraid you’ll pull away, like he needs you there, pressing down on him, making him feel everything.

you slide off him slowly, and he whines, blinking up at you in a daze—completely ruined, lips parted, cheeks flushed, body still trembling from the intensity of it all. his cock is throbbing beneath his ruined sweats, the sticky fabric clinging to him in a way that has him whimpering, overstimulated and desperate all at once.

and then, your fingers slip under the waistband of his sweats.

his breath hitches.

“w-wait—” his voice is small, uncertain, but he doesn’t stop you. he can’t. he lifts his hips instinctively, letting you peel the soaked fabric down, and the moment his cock is free—flushed, dripping, twitching—his entire body jolts.

the air feels too cold against his slick skin, too sharp, too much—but the second your fingers wrap around him, his brain short-circuits completely.

“ah—oh my god—” his head falls back against the pillow, his hips jerking up into your touch like he has no control over his own body anymore. his cock is so sensitive it hurts, but he still moans at the feeling of your fingers gliding along his length, slick with the mess he’s already made.

he’s never felt anything like this before. not like this. not with someone else. not with himself.

and then—then you shift, moving lower, your breath ghosting over the head of his cock, and his entire body locks up.

“b-baby—” his voice is strained, tight with a mix of anticipation and disbelief, because surely—surely you wouldn’t—

but then your tongue flicks over the tip, catching the sticky precum beading there, and his mind blanks.

a sob rips from his throat, high and broken, his thighs trembling as his hips buck up before he can stop himself. he’s never felt anything this hot, this wet, this fucking good, and it’s hitting him all at once, too much, too overwhelming, too fucking perfect.

“f-fuck,” he stammers, voice barely above a whimper, high and breathless. he’s never been this sensitive before, never felt this raw, this desperate—his cock still pulsing, twitching under the light drag of your tongue, overstimulated but still aching for more.

and you—god, you’re relentless.

you press your tongue flat against the swollen tip, licking up another slow, teasing stripe that has his back arching clean off the mattress. his hands leave the sheets, darting up like he means to stop you, but they hover just above your head, shaking, unsure. he can’t bring himself to push you away. doesn’t want to.

“too much,” he whines, but he doesn’t mean it, not really. his hips tell another story, rutting up into the heat of your mouth, his cock throbbing against your tongue, betraying just how badly he needs this. just how much he craves it, even through the haze of overstimulation.

you hum, lips curving against him, and the vibration shoots straight through him like lightning, leaving him gasping, wrecked and wide-eyed, staring down at you in stunned disbelief.

and then you sink down just a little further, take him just a little deeper, let your tongue flick just right—

and he’s gone.

and as he comes down, still shaking, still dazed, he watches as you slowly slide your panties down your legs.

his breath catches.

maybe he was wrong. maybe there is something better.

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, suggestive

☆ Warnings: Aftercare, references to sex

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 3.5k

“Stop laughing at me … “ Chan whined, though the largest of smiles shone on his flushed face. He placed his delicate hands over his ears that were now the colour of a very ripe pink pitaya. “Baby girl … I feel like my ears are gonna fall off.” 

His comment only made Y/N giggle even further. Her bare chest was pressed up against his with the comfort of familiarity flooding through them both as she sat in his lap, the both of their skin glowing with the aftermath of their passionate evening. The woman cupped his face, her eyes full of adoration as she gently ran her thumb over his cheek. 

“See what I mean?” Y/N laughed under her breath, marvelling at the intensity of the stark blush that spread across her husband's face. “How are you acting so shy and embarrassed now when you were just telling me you were gonna make me scre - “ 

“Stop,” Chan groaned, playfully bringing his arm up around her shoulder and pressing a hand over his wife's mouth. “Don't say it.” 

Y/N smiled mischievously, kissing his palm. “Scream,” she whispered. 

Chan bit his lower lip as another embarrassed smile cut through. He covered his steaming face with his hands before suddenly looking up again, a mischievous glint playing amongst the heart shaped stars in his eyes. “Are you seriously teasing me? You're the one who couldn't get enough … you literally wanted me to crush you with my entire body and now you're hiding your face into my neck … “ 

“Am not,” Y/N protested. Her voice was muffled as she dropped her face against his shoulder again, smiling against his skin. 

Her contradictory response made Chan burst into a fit of hushed chuckles. He tightened his arms around her waist and attempted to pull her closer to him as he dipped his head, pressing a flurry of tender kisses to her temple. 

“I just don't get it,” Y/N hummed lightly against his skin. “You're like … the sweetest, most gentle man ever. And then you do stuff like that, and say things like that … it's like you're two completely different people trapped in one really attractive body.” 

Chan snorted with embarrassed laughter, shaking his head at his wife's words.  

“I can't help it … “ Chan whined again, hiding his face against her hair. “I don't get it either. You just … you do something to me, baby girl.”

“What, do I bring the ‘dark side’ out of you?” Y/N lightly mocked him.

Her question caused an incomprehensible sound to escape his mouth. “I know I'm cringe, but come on.” 

“I like you being cringe,” Y/N hummed, smoothing her fingers over his burning cheeks. “It suits you for some reason.” 

Chan sighed. He shook his head again, his eyes softening more and more the longer he stared into her eyes. 

“I really love you,” Y/N whispered suddenly. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his as she let her eyes fall shut. “I'm so lucky to have you.” 

Chan's breath hitched. His hands that were splayed on the lower portion of her back froze momentarily, and his mouth ran dry at the simple yet meaningfulness of her words. She could tell him the same words over and over again, and yet, they would never fail to make his heart soar higher than the clouds. 

“You're so beautiful,” Y/N continued in the quietest of murmurs, her hands soft as they smoothed over the contours of her husband's strong chest. “Like actually, so, so beautiful.” 

Chan's ears turned a deep shade of puce, and he opened his mouth to speak but his words broke off with a sudden bout of shyness. He looked down, biting his lip before looking up at his wife with a contagious smile. 

“I love you,” Chan breathed slowly, savouring the sweet depth of the words on his tongue. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you, baby girl.” 

His lips were like silk when he tilted his head and brushed them against his wife's smile. The very tips of his eyelashes tickled her skin as he did so, and his nose bumped against hers in a way that made her smile further, her mouth kissing him back. She looped her arms around him and sank her fingers into the mussed curls of hair dancing along the nape of his neck, and her smile deepened when the man shifted position, his hands stronger on her waist.

“Come on … we should probably get cleaned up,” Chan laughed against her lips, his voice husky and sweet as he kissed her again. “You know … before we get carried away again.” 

“What, you can't handle it?” Y/N teased him in a whisper. Her eyes shone with a playfulness that made the man press his tongue up against the inside of his cheek. 

“Oh, you wanna play that game, baby girl?” Chan breathed, his tone making the woman shiver. “You really wanna take it there?” 

Y/N bit her lip, eyes sparkling up at him. “Maybe.” 

“Don't start what you can't finish, baby,” Chan grinned devilishly as he changed position; he was looming over his wife again, the shadow of his muscular body spilling onto Y/N's skin like lashings of melted chocolate. “You really want it? Prove it.” 

His words made the woman burst into mischievous laughter, though not before her own breath faltered at the slight edge to his provocative words. “You're insane.”

“Yeah, well, you make me insane,” Chan growled. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss once more, his hands travelling to hers before entwining their fingers together. 

*☆*☆* 

“Is the temperature okay?” Chan asked Y/N gently as he trickled the water that was running in the bathtub over her forearm. “Not too hot, yeah?” 

“Not hot enough,” Y/N said in return. The water was already steaming considerably, and Chan stared at her with the funny look in his eye that he always used when it came to her obsession with hot water. 

“You're crazy, you know that right?” Chan asked with the shake of his head. But he opened the hot tap a little more anyway with a tender smile on his face. “Here … better?” 

Y/N smiled. She wrapped her arms around his bare waist and hugged him lightly as she rested her cheek against his back. “It's perfect. But now you're gonna find it too hot.”

“I’ll be fine,” Chan chuckled. “Kinda used to these overly hot baths with you by now … feeling like a boiled chicken just comes with our marriage, I guess.”

His comment made Y/N snorted with laughter. She slapped him on his back, the sound obnoxiously loud as it echoed off of the bathroom walls; it made the both of them burst into a fit of soft giggles, Chan turning around to hook his arms around her hips. 

“Behave,” he chuckled, stealing a tender kiss from her lips. “Or I'm not gonna make it bubbly.”

Y/N gasped at his words. It made him chuckle further, and he reached for the bottle of sweet bubble bath with a grin aimed at her. 

Chan was diligent in finishing up the rest of the bath. By the time he was done, a considerable mound of dense bubbles shimmered under the dim lighting - just the way his wife liked it. The warm aroma of vanilla and amber had covered the bathroom in a lingering hug, and Y/N couldn't help but shiver with anticipation, suddenly very much looking forward to sinking into the comfort of it all. 

Chan's grip on his wife's hand was gentle as she lowered herself with a content sigh into the hot water first. The man pressed a kiss to her temple before slipping in behind her; he pulled her back against his chest with his muscular arms settling around her waist, and the both of them exhaled in relief as the sudden surge of extreme warmth engulfed them. 

“Feeling okay?” Chan whispered against her ear, his fingers kissing the sides of her torso. “Need anything else?” 

Y/N's words were almost drunk-like when she replied. The immense heat and sweet scent from the water combined with the sturdiness of her husband enveloping her in his big arms was relaxing her a little too much. She shook her head, sinking further back into him so her head came to rest at the hollow of his throat, Chan peering down at her with his tender eyes. 

“It’s perfect … “ She drawled, struggling to keep her eyes open as she adjusted to the temperature. “Can't get over how you can't run a bath without bubbles anymore.” 

Chan's laughter was silent, his body shaking against hers. “Only because you like them.” 

“Don't lie to me, Christopher. You even have bubbles on the rare occasion that you have a bath on your own. I saw you last time … you were playing with a rubber duck.”

Her words made the man's laughter increase. He squeezed her tight, pressing a loving kiss to the side of her neck as his fingers continued to trace her skin beneath the water. “That rubber duck made the experience so much more fun, okay? I had to occupy myself somehow … you were busy.” 

“Just admit you like bubbles,” Y/N giggled, patting his thigh. “You won't lose your manly status.” 

Chan chuckled. “Fine. I like bubbles.” 

“Really? You don't say,” Y/N teased him.

He responded by moving his head to the side, leaning forward so he could plant an adoring kiss to Y/N's mouth. Y/N tilted her head up to meet him halfway, and she sighed against him when his fingers came up to cradle her jaw, his thumb soft against her cheek. 

When Chan finally pulled away after taking his wife's breath away, he slowly dropped his forehead against her damp shoulder. His arms became more secure around her waist, his muscles pulsing against her heated skin.

“You really have no idea how much I love you … “ Chan's voice was barely audible against her skin. But Y/N heard him regardless, her soul responding to his before her mouth could reply to his words. 

She shifted in the tub; turning around so she could sit on his lap, Y/N looped her arms around Chan's neck as his hands gripped her hips, steadying her with his grip. His smile grew in the softest way as she settled in her new position, her fingers smoothing over the taut muscles of his back. 

“You have no idea how much I love you either,” she whispered, lips grazing his with every word. “No amount of words could ever explain how I feel about you.” 

Chan's lips parted ever so slightly as he inhaled suddenly at her words. His eyes were dark and deep as they searched hers in the dim bathroom lighting, his hands soft as they ran up and down the line of her back. 

He was about to reply with a heartfelt whisper when Y/N suddenly scooped up a mound of bubbles; she promptly dumped them onto Chan's nose, the man's eyes widening slightly before he suddenly sneezed, the bubbles flying off with the force of a bubble gun.

Cracking up with laughter, Y/N placed her hands on her husband's shoulders for support so she wouldn't slide off. Her entire body shook with mirth as Chris stared at her, his own mouth home to a breathtaking smile that made her heart turn upside down.

She squealed a moment later when Chan dumped a fistful of the bubbles onto her forehead; they slid down slowly and plopped onto her nose, and she too couldn't stop the sneeze that escaped her.

Chan's laughter was a sweet symphony around her as his hands tightened on her body, holding her in place. He leaned forward and captured her lips with a more passionate kiss once again, and the woman responded by pressing herself up against him, her chest rising and falling with adrenaline.

“You're unbelievable,” Chan chuckled, his breath hot against her lips. 

“I know,” she replied. It made him giggle further, and his arms cocooned her further as his lips caught hers again.

Chan's hands were soft and warm and full of affection as they roamed up and down Y/N's skin, his fingers making her shiver when they traced the groove in the middle of her back. There was a constant smile kissing his mouth as he nuzzled his face against her temple, Y/N's face resting against the crook of Chan's neck with her own hands tracing the patterns of his muscular chest.

Once the water had turned a tepid mass of sad dissolving bubbles, the couple finally heaved themselves reluctantly out of the bath. Chan retrieved one of the fuzzy grey towels from the rack beside them, and he immediately wrapped it around his wife with a soft smile playing on his lips. He was gentle with his task, dabbing down her body with the material before tucking the ends into each other. He made to reach for the second towel, but Y/N got there first, and the man flushed as she did the exact same thing to him.

“Your ears are red again,” Y/N pointed out the obvious as she patted down his torso. 

Chan bit his lip. “The water was hot.”

“The water was hot ages ago, Mr,” Y/N giggled, securing the towel around his hips. “Look at you … Mr Shy Guy striking for the … what, fourteenth time in the past hour?” 

“Oi,” Chan laughed, reaching out to pull her closer. He kissed her forehead subtly, the heat radiating off of him making Y/N's body shiver with goosebumps. “Come on … Mr Shy Guy is cold.” 

They made their way into their bedroom again, the familiar cosiness of the room wrapping them both in delicious warmth as they stepped towards the wardrobe. Chris paused at his section, and he peered over his shoulder at his wife. “Are you actually even sleepy?” 

Y/N shook her head. It was past eleven - but truthfully, she hadn't a single tired cell in her body. “Are you?” 

“Nah,” Chan chuckled. He pushed a few of his clothes aside before hunting for the garment he had in mind. “Was just asking so I know whether to dress or not. Here - catch.” 

He lightly tossed a black hoodie across to his wife, the material heavy and chilly against the woman's fingers. It smelled just like him, and Y/N smiled in delight as she hugged the fabric to herself, her cheek rubbing against it. 

“Hmm … shorts or sweats?” Chan asked her, voice muffled as he stuck his head into his assortment of clothes again. “Or nothing?” 

Y/N couldn't help but giggle. She dropped the towel from her body and slipped his hoodie over her head, shivering at the low temperature of it kissing her skin. The hem of the hoodie landed at the middle of her thighs, and she rummaged around in her own section before retrieving a pair of baby pink shorts that made her husband burst into adoring chuckles. “These!” 

“Perfect,” Chan grinned, reaching for another hoodie. He slipped it over his own shoulders before jumping into a pair of boxers, and after collecting their discarded towels, Chan couldn't help but rush to his wife with another large hug. 

“You're so cosy … “ Chan hummed, his hands holding her softly as he rubbed his frizzy curls against her shoulder. 

Y/N laughed quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck and inhaling the gentle vanilla that lingered on his smooth skin. “So are you.” 

“You know what would be even cosier?” Chan hummed, pulling away so he could look her in her eyes. 

Y/N tilted her head to the side in question.

“Hot chocolate!” Chan exclaimed excitedly. He pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's forehead before slipping his hand into hers with his reassuring grip, and Y/N giggled as she followed him out of the room.

They found themselves illuminated by the gentle golden glow of their kitchen, shadows dancing with them as they traipsed around the place with light footsteps and strings of laughter following them. Suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable as she stood by her husband's side, Y/N locked her arms around Chan's torso and smushed her cheek against his broad back as he spooned hot chocolate mix into their mugs. He chuckled at the way she landed the tenderest of kisses to his hoodie, and his ears soon turned the colour of red chilli peppers with the prolonged affection.

“You're so cute, baby girl,” Chan hummed, his voice buzzing against Y/N's face. “Wanna go sit on the sofa? I'll bring these over.”

Y/N shook her head against him. She squeezed him even tighter, making the man laugh a little more as he turned around in the circle of her arms and cupped her face in his hands. “Wanna stay with you.” 

Chan grinned. His nose was heated and pink as it bumped against hers, and he kissed her forehead, then her nose, and her cheeks, before closing his plushness over her lips with loving caress. 

He then turned around against so he could finish making their drinks, leaving Y/N blushing and her lips all tingly as she buried her face into his back. 

Once Chan had curled his hands around the two mugs, Y/N reluctantly let go of him. She followed him to the sofa where he set the mugs down on the coffee table before sinking into the sofa, his arms immediately held out for her with a wide grin on his face. 

Y/N melted into him, her arms returning around his waist. She cuddled up to him as Chan wrapped her legs around her, his hands deftly pulling up their favourite blanket around her shoulders before he closed his own arms around her shoulders, his kisses landing on the top of her head. He smiled as he looked down at her huddled up against his chest, and not for the first time did Chan's heart leap with joy at the knowledge that she was all his, and that she loved him just as much as he loved her. 

“So warm … “ Y/N sighed, her head tucked under Chan's chin. “I feel like I'm gonna fall asleep.”

Chan started to laugh under his breath. He smoothed his hand over the back of Y/N's head, his other hand moving with utmost care along the planes of her shoulders. “Thought you weren't tired?”

“I wasn't,” Y/N murmured, a sleepy smile growing across her flushed face. “But … being like this with you holding me is making me so relaxed and sleepy.” 

His grin widening, Chan couldn't resist pulling her even closer. His arms were secure and muscular around her, and he enveloped her completely in the safety of his brace as he nuzzled his nose against hers. “I kinda feel the same.” 

Y/N giggled against him. She looked into his eyes a mere inch away from hers, and the soft brown of them filled her with such peace in that moment that she was suddenly unsure how long she'd be able to stay awake before passing out with her face buried in her husband's neck. 

Chan smiled, his hand coming up to cup Y/N's face, his thumb caressing her cheekbone before running lightly over her lower lip in a way that left goosebumps in his wake. “Let's just drink the hot chocolate and then we can go to bed, hmm?” 

Y/N nodded eagerly at his plan. “Should have forgotten the clothes.” 

Her words made the man chuckle quietly against her. “Mmm … I like your thinking.” 

With sluggish, blurred movements, Y/N finished her hot chocolate with drooping eyes. The warmth of her husband wrapped around her with the warmth of the beverage flooding through her was a recipe for disaster; she was half asleep when Chan secured his arms around her and carried her to their bed, his hands gentle as he removed the both of their clothes before sliding under the sheets beside her. 

Chan brought her down on top of him, cradling her head against his bare chest as his other hand went to rest at her waist. He peered down at her, softly smoothing her hair away from her forehead as he kissed her temple. 

“You feeling okay, baby girl?” He asked her in a breathy whisper. “No aches or pains, right?” 

Y/N shook her head slowly against his skin. “Not really. Maybe a little bit. Normal amount.” 

Chan responded by kissing her even more, his smile evident against the warmth of her cheek as his hand against her hip began to move. The palm of his hand was smooth over her lower back, and the pads of his fingers gently pressed into her muscle with a massaging touch. 

Y/N shifted on top of him, her arms tightening around his body. He was whispering soft things to her as his hands worked their magic into her back and her scalp, and after hearing the quietest of ‘I love you's from her husband, Y/N promptly fell asleep.

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messy, messy boys. | [SKZ]

warning: 18+ (MDNI), nothing special I'm just feeling feral

messy!chan who can't stop fucking you because some primal urge in his chest tells him he has to keep going - even if he's sore and there's cum leaking out of your pussy every time his cock slips into you, he's bruising your thighs from how hard he's fucking into you and you -- well, you're dead silent save for your shaky breaths and occasional whimpers, brain mush in your head from how long he's been going at it.

messy!minho whose biggest desire is to make you squirt over and over and over for him because he thinks its so sexy - and it's even sexier when he's the one making you feel so good it just comes out without warning and practically bathes his lower half in your juices.

messy!changbin who loves fucking after he's come back from the gym. his favorite thing is when he's already sweaty and now you are too, bodies practically stuck together as you lay on top of him and he fucks up into you with ease, a death grip on your hips.

messy!hyunjin who legitimately comes at the sight of how wet you are for him. he did that to you, he's the reason your pussy is gushing slick and clenching around nothing, desperate for him. he hasn't even put his dick in you and yet he's coming all over your clit, pushing into your gummy walls all while he's still coming undone.

messy!jisung whose cock leaks like no other. he's always staining the inside of his pants or making a mess on your sheets, which leads to him always buying you new ones. he just can't stop rutting his hips down when you makeout - and when he does finally get inside you he's already come at least twice.

messy!felix who eats like no other, tongue lathing over your folds and dipping into your warmth until spit coats every inch of your lower region. he can't help it - he could eat you for hours, which he just might do if you don't stop him. (and he is absolutely going to spit on your clit.)

messy!seungmin who can't control his mouth - constantly drooling when you ride him or let him fuck up into you while he's on the bottom. it's even worse if you sit on his face; spit sliding down his cheeks because it just pools on his tongue and has no where to go.

messy!jeongin who feels the need to cover every inch of you when he has the opportunity, going at least four or five rounds so he can come on your stomach, your face, your tits, ass - and of course your pussy. it just sates the need in him to show that he owns you.

Texting Jeongin about going back to your toxic relationship

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A/N : Jeongin has definitely been getting to me lately so…. Enjoy.

Warnings : toxic relationship, jealous Jeongin, mention of sex, swearing, a bit of angst?

Pairings : Jeongin x reader

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Texting Skz about picking you up at your ex’s place…

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A/N : This is my first ever try on doing these text things so I hope you enjoy lol !

Warnings : mentioned of the word girl & ma’am but can be read as just jokingly which means the reader does not have to a girl, sexual intentions, cum-joke on Jeongin, desperate reader lol !

Pairings : Ot8 x reader

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Chan :

Lee Know :

Changbin :

Hyunjin :

Han :

Felix :

Seungmin :

I.N :

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when the bed gave up on life (hyung line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack | light smut warnings: language | suggestive content a/n : (testing new posts layout, it will probably change again idk) i always try to not write cliché gym rat changbin... but it has jokes potential so yeah lol. ✧ hyung line | maknae line

bang chan

“C’mere” Chan growls flipping you onto your stomach. You gasp, already dizzy “Holy shit-okay-aggressive!” “I said I’d make you feel it” he grunts, pressing into you, “so shut up and-” CRRREAK. SNAP. Silence. You’re on the floor. The mattress is sideways. A piece of the frame bounced. Chan’s still inside you “…Did the bed just die?” you whisper, stunned. He’s frozen. Still holding your hips. “I-I think I just alpha’d the IKEA out of it.” You collapse face first into the blanket, wheezing. Chan pulls out gently like he’s scared touching you will trigger another collapse. “I’m so sorry,” he says, horrified. “Are you hurt??” You look up with tears in your eyes...from laughing “You fucked us into poverty” He starts pacing. Still naked “I JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU SEE STARS” “You did! But the bed saw heaven!” --- Five minutes later, you’re both wrapped in the blanket on the floor, drinking water and staring at the broken frame like it’s a crime scene. Chan sighs. “That was expensive.” You snort. “tell me about it” He looks at you, grins. “You still wanna finish?” You raise a brow. “On what the rug?” He shrugs. “Bet it won’t break.”

lee know

You’re clinging to the headboard. He’s behind you, low growling, full feral mode, hips snapping. “Don’t even try to run” he pants. “You wanted this.” You gasp “Min- the bed’s creaking-” He grips your hips tighter. “So are you. Guess which one I care about more.” CRRREEAAAK. SNAP. THUD. You drop. Flat on the mattress, now tilted at a cursed 45 degrees. Minho flops on top of you like a sweaty, breathless. Silence. “…Did we just fall?” You’re wheezing into the sheet. “THE BED BROKE YOU PSYCHO.” He slowly lifts himself off you, glancing around checking the crime scene. Then calmly : “…It was probably loose before we started.” You sit up, wild-eyed. “I literally heard you say ‘I wanna break you tonight.’” “I meant emotionally. That bed just had bad build quality.” “...Minho, one of the legs is across the room.” He shrugs. “That’s not my fault. That’s gravity. And weak screws.” You glare at him, tangled in sheets and shame. He wipes sweat off his chest with a smug little annoying smirk. “You’re welcome by the way.” “For WHAT?!?” “For the experience. You’re glowing.” "Oh my god" --- Later, you lie together on the mattress, which is on the floor now, panting and sore. You mutter “we need a new bed.” He hums, already falling asleep “...and it better be able to handle me”

changbin

It starts innocent enough... LIES. Sweat is dripping, you’re moaning, he’s muttering things like “You’re so tight,” “I love this angle” and “This is why I do leg day" (??) The bed is screaming. You clutch the headboard “It’s creaking-” “I’M CREAKING TOO BABY STAY FOCUSED—” CREEAAACKK. SNAP. BOOM. The bed dies. You both collapse mid-thrust like the mattress got drop-kicked by karma. You gasp. “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” Changbin is hovering above you, wide-eyed, hair sticking up like he got electrocuted “…Did I break the bed?” You stare. “Are you asking me while you’re still inside me?!” He slowly pulls out, rolls to the side, and looks around at the hurricane damage. One bed leg is completely gone. A bolt rolled under the dresser. He exhales. “That’s kinda hot though.” You blink. “You BROKE our BED Binnie!” “I told you I was strong” You smack his arm. “This isn’t CrossFit! This was my peaceful coochie session!” He giggles. --- He grabs his phone. “Wait. Wait. I need a pic. I gotta show the guys.” “DON’T YOU DARE” He grins. “I’m putting ‘broke the bed during sex’ on my gym progress tracker.”

hyunjin

You’re on top, breathless, hair sticking to your forehead, hands planted on his chest. Hyunjin’s gripping your thighs, eyes rolling back as you ride him. “Fuck-yes...just like that, baby...” CREAAKK. SNAP. THE WHOLE RIGHT SIDE DROPS. You scream as the mattress collapses, pitching sideways. Hyunjin yelps, legs flailing as you both go crashing down mid-thrust. A full thud echoes across the room. Silence. Then his voice : “…WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” You’re tangled in blankets, still half on top of him. “DID YOU JUST ASK ME LIKE I PLANNED THAT?!” He stares at you with wide, scandalized eyes. “YOU WERE ON TOP THIS IS YOUR FAULT.” You sit up, offended. “I was riding you into heaven and the bed flopped.” He throws a hand up dramatically. “EXACTLY I WAS LITERALLY JUST LYING THERE BEING SEXY AND SUPPORTIVE.” You glare “supportive?? You kept yelling FASTER like I was a fucking engine!” He rolls off the broken half of the bed and flops onto the floor like a naked fish “The bed wasn’t ready for that kind of passion. I wasn’t ready. My ass hit the wood slats” You cover your face. “I think I bruised my knee.” --- 10 minutes later, Hyunjin is sprawled across the mattress on the floor “we need a new bed. And... knees.” You open one eye “You still came though.” He chucks a pillow at you.

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and i'll still be right next to you, my dear 日 ── your boyfriend comes to your rescue, after uni, when your pms turns you into a gremlin..?

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it starts with a dull ache in your lower abdomen, the kind that makes sitting through lectures feel like an olympic sport. your mood swings follow shortly after, along with an unshakable craving for chocolate. by the time you make it back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, you're ready to flop onto the couch and disappear into a blanket cocoon.

your boyfriend in question, raises an eyebrow when he sees you shuffle through the door like a defeated sims character. "rough day?" he deadpans, his voice laced with sarcasm.

you groan in response, dropping your miffy tote that he had gotten for you merely two weeks earlier; kicking off your shoes with a dramatic flair. "i'm dying," you announce, flopping onto the couch face-first. "just let me perish here in peace."

he snorts, closing his laptop and setting it aside. "what's the cause of death this time? bad grade? forgot to take your charger? or is it the apocalypse of your own making?"

you flip over and glare at him, your energy too drained for a proper retort. "you’re walking a very thin line, kim seungmin. keyword, very."

that gets his attention. his teasing expression softens, and he stands up, walking over to you. "ah," he says simply, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "that explains why you’ve been texting me in all caps about chocolate and why you cursed out a squirrel this morning."

"i still stand by that," you reply, crossing your arms. "that squirrel was judging me."

seungmin rolls his eyes but can’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. he nudges you gently. "move over."

you grumble but comply, scooting over so he can sit beside you. he throws a knitted blanket that was earlier draped on the side of the couch, over both of you and settles in, his arm casually slung over the back of the couch.

"what do you need? heating pad? snacks? my undivided attention to watch you be dramatic?"

"another retort and you're gonna be-"

"begging for mercy? your highness, i am so deeply sorry to have offended you in this state of-"

"you're insufferable."

"and yet, here i am, ready to be your personal butler," he smirks, leaning back like he’s got all the time in the world. "...your highness." he adds.

"tell me what you want, and i'll think about it."

"actually, on second thought, don't. stay here, i'll be back in the speed of sound."

"it's said as the speed of light."

"too bad i'm not a science major. now you," he leaned in to press a soft kiss on the temple of your head, before patting the top and standing up, draping the blanket over you once more. "..stay here, with all your miffy plushies, and watch some tv. i'll be quick, okay?"

ten minutes.

it had been only ten minutes since he had gone, and then that was when you heard the familiar rattling of keys from the doorstep.

he stepped inside, balancing two loaded grocery bags of goodies and what not. his eyes flicked over you with a keen, knowing look. your cheeks were puffed, a tell-tale sign of bloating, and the slightly pinched expression on your face made his heart tug.

"i told you to stay seated."

"i had to change, mister." you shrugged.

"so that's the excuse for wearing my hoodie? again?" he remarked, raising an eyebrow as he placed the bags on the table. "did i leave anything behind that you haven't stolen?"

you got up from the couch with a dramatic groan. "i don’t steal, i borrow."

"you mean like how pirates 'borrow' treasure?" he said, shrugging off his jacket. “how’s your mood? should i brace for impact or am i safe for now?"

you shot him a glare, but it lacked heat. "hey!"

"sorry, sorry," his lips twitched, but instead of firing back, he reached for your waist, his cold fingers brushing against your arms. his touch was both gentle and grounding. "is it getting worse?"

the softness in his voice melted your defenses immediately. you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder as he held you tightly in his arms. "i hate this. i feel gross and tired and…" you trailed off with a wave of your free hand.

he squeezed your hand. "and?"

"hungry," you whispered.

he smirked, his teasing demeanor slipping back into place. "lucky for you, i come bearing gifts." he reached into the bag, pulling out your favorites—chocolate, a lot of chips, and the sacred comfort food: ramen.

he waved them in front of your face. "all for the lady, thanks to her knight in shining armor."

you made grabby hands immediately, eyes lightening up. "gimme."

"what do we say?"

"seungmin, i will literally punch you and have zero remorse, right now."

"eh.. i doubt that. but i'd love to see you try, darling."

. . .

just as you were about to go for his hair, he laughed, surrendering the snacks. "alright, alright. eat your feelings, grumpy little gremlin."

"what did you just call me?" you cringed.

"a gremlin?"

"you've been spending way too much time with felix."

"what's with the face?" he asks, sitting back down. "i’m not a monster, you know. i have my moments."

"rare moments," you quip, taking a bite of the chocolate.

he rolls his eyes again but doesn't argue. instead, he adjusts the heating pad and plugs it in, gently placing it against your lower abdomen. the warmth is instant, and you let out a content sigh.

"better?" he asks, his tone softer now.

"better," you admit, giving him a small smile.

the two of you settle into a comfortable silence, the kind that only comes with years of friendship and understanding. seungmin picks up the tv remote, scrolling through options before landing on a rom-com you secretly adore but would never admit to liking.

"really?" you tease. "i didn’t peg you for a rom-com guy."

he shrugs, his expression carefully neutral. "i’m not. but you are. and you’re unbearable when you’re bored, so consider this a self-preservation tactic."

your heart does a little flip at his words, even if he disguises them in sarcasm. you lean against him, your head resting on his shoulder. he stiffens for a second but quickly relaxes, letting you get comfortable.

"you’re not so bad," you murmur, your voice barely audible over the movie’s opening scene.

he glances at you, his features softening in the dim light of the screen. "don’t get used to it," he says, though there’s no real bite in his words.

the rest of the evening passes in a haze of warmth and quiet companionship. at some point, seungmin shifts, pulling you closer so you’re practically curled up against him. his arm drapes around your shoulders, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your abdomen, slightly massaging.

you sat in comfortable silence, with the distant hum of the tv, for a few moments as you tore into a bag of tortilla chips, the faint outline of the heatpad that he had prepared resting on your abdomen, visible. seungmin watched you with a fondness he rarely let anyone else see.

he wasn’t one to be overly affectionate in public, always opting for sarcasm and well-placed retorts instead of grand gestures. but here, with you curled up against him, he let his softer side surface.

"do you need some tea or water?" he asked after a while, brushing a few stray strands of your hair away from your face.

you nodded, too busy munching to reply.

he stood with a sigh, muttering under his breath. "you’re such a queen, making me do all the work."

"you fucker- you literally just admitted to being a 'knight in shining armor' and 'butler' like less than half an hour ago!" you called after him.

"okay, easy with the language, sailor," he raised his hands in defence, 'i take it, it's still terrible?" he frowned, looking into your eyes.

"not as bad as earlier though, thanks to you." you grin.

"...and the mood switches.. you're scary."

. . .

by the time he returned with two cups of freshly brewed chamomile tea, you had sunk deeper into the beige couch, looking more like a cozy lump than a person. he handed it to you and sat back down, pulling your feet into his lap.

"thank you," you murmured, being handed the floral teacup in your hand.

he nodded, rubbing small circles, giving slight pressure at certain points into your calves, trying to ease your pain. "don’t mention it."

a comfortable lull settled over you two again. you closed your eyes, letting the pain and discomfort ebb away under his gentle touch.

"you know," he said suddenly, "if you just stopped having a uterus, this wouldn’t be a problem."

"oh, brilliant. now why didn’t i think of that?" you rolled your eyes. "but now that i think of it, it might give rise to someone else's problems, not affecting me though." you spoke with an innocent grin on your face.

he stared at you, unable to understand for a hot second. until it came to him- and you could swear you saw his ears shading crimson.

"wow, you're so thoughtful." he murmurs, catching your hand before you could hit him again and holding it tight. "you’re so violent."

"you’re so annoying."

"and yet, here we are," he quipped, threading his fingers through yours.

you squeezed his hand. "here we are."

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the late afternoon light streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over your intertwined hands.

seungmin looked down at you, the usual sarcastic smirk replaced with something softer, quieter. "i know it sucks," he murmured. "but you’re doing great. you’re strong. and i’ll be here… even if you eat all my hoodies and make me buy half the store every month."

your lips quirked. "you’re the best, you know that?"

"as if it wasn't obvious," he deadpanned. "but it’s nice to hear it."

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MDNI, 18+ content.

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notes: this ended up longer than originally planned ngl. i find myself falling deeper and deeper into the void that is kim seungmin. pray for me ✊😔

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CHAN

you already know what it is. chris practically lives at the studio, so why not fuck where he's most comfortable?

it always starts innocent enough. he's working late, you've invited yourself to the couch in the back, just scrolling through your phone. he calls you over to show you something he's working on and there just happens to only be one chair--the one he's currently settled on.

of course, he's not just going to let you stand, he's too much of a gentleman for that! he's kind enough to lend you his lap.

except now he can't focus. he's just trying to mix a track, but the way you shift on his lap whenever you point something out on the screen...yeah.

his fingers start tracing lazy circles on your thighs, voice dropping lower as he murmurs, "You’re distracting me, baby."

before you know it, his hands are gripping your hips, and you’re bouncing on his cock in the dim glow of his monitors, his low groans mixing with the bass from his unfinished song. The door is locked, but someone could still knock at any second—maybe a member, maybe a staff member and it's such a fucking vice, because on one hand, he doesn't give a shit. he wants them to hear, to know how good he makes you feel. it's the biggest thing that feeds his ego.

on the other hand, those sounds you make, the whimpers, the mewls, the lewd squelch your cunt makes when he's already made you cum twice but still can't stop rutting into you...yeah those are only for his ears.

he's pretty open to using his own moans though. have you listened closely to the backtrack of railway?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ LEE KNOW

minho is obsessed with eye contact, so it’s no surprise that his favorite place is in front of a mirror. he wants you to see everything—the way your body moves, the way your face twists in pleasure, the way he controls every reaction you have.

you're insecure about your body? the sounds you make? yeah, no. every fucking thing about you is his biggest turn on, and he's just not okay with you not knowing that.

he’ll start slow, teasing you with featherlight touches, whispering in your ear, "look at yourself, baby. look how pretty you are for me." his hands will guide your movements, forcing you to watch the way he ruins you. and just when you think he’s going to let you close your eyes, he grips your jaw, turning your head toward the reflection. "I said, watch."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CHANGBIN

gym. yeah i said it, i don't care how basic it is.

he will sweetly ask you to come work out with him, super super early in the morning or super late at night, when nobody's around. he'll tell you it's because he gets too shy to take off his shirt when other people are around but gets too hot and uncomfortable with it on.

you fall for it every time. sweet thing.

binnie loves seeing you all sweaty and out of breath. there’s something about watching you work out that drives changbin crazy—maybe it’s the way your body moves, the little whimpers when you push yourself too hard, the way you stretch in all the right ways.

one second, he’s spotting for you, the next, he’s pinning you against the weight bench, gripping your thighs, telling you to let him do all the work now. "you wanna stretch a little more, baby?"

next thing you know, he’s pinning you against the mirror, your fingers leaving smudged prints on the glass as he fucks into you from behind, his hands gripping your hips bruisingly tight. he groans against your ear, voice thick with need,

"you've worked so hard today, baby," he'll grunt into your ear. "let me take care of you now."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ HYUNJIN

hyunjin’s art studio is his sanctuary, the place where he’s most creative, where he loses himself in his work for hours at a time.

it always starts innocently enough. it's your birthday, and he wants to paint a portrait of you in that cute little sun dress he gifted you. that short, skimpy little sun dress he gifted you. and he needs you on his lap. for the creative process. spefically with your dress up, panties pushed aside, and his cock nestled deeply inside of you.

also for the creative process.

"you gotta sit still for me, pretty." he murmurs, leaned back against the couch, his gaze focused on his canvas. "or else this will take longer."

it's horrendously delicious, the way he makes you warm his cock while he works, refusing to let you move. he doesn't even fucking react, a hundred precent focused on making you the best portrait.

when he's done though, and only if you've been good and didn't move, he'll set his supplies aside to dry and let you fuck yourself on him. let you use him any way you want it.

and if you haven't been good, the only thing you're getting off on is his thigh. if you're lucky. tough luck.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ HAN

jisung has no patience. if he wants you, he wants you. which is why you end up fucking in the car so often—no waiting, no hesitations, just pure, impulsive desire.

it usually happens after late-night drives. the city lights blur past as he grips the wheel, one hand occasionally straying to your thigh, drumming against your skin. it's so fucking soft against his fingers, he's already hard. and you just had to wear that little skirt that gives him easy access.

"you're driving me crazy," he mutters, trying to keep his eyes on the road, shifting in his seat. he's only just got his fucking license, he could hardly drive with the music on yet, much less with you sitting there like that.

he’s aching for you.

so when he pulls into some dark, empty parking lot, hands clenched around the steering wheel like he’s trying to keep himself in check, you decide to put him out of his misery.

you lean over, fingers already working at his belt.

he whimpers. actually fucking whimpers.

his cock is already hard, leaking, twitching against the cool air, and when you wrap your fingers around him, he bucks into your hand with a choked gasp.

"f-fuck, baby, please—"

yeah...you're not going home any time soon.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ FELIX

felix is dangerously charming, and he knows exactly how to turn an innocent moment into something sinful. it usually starts with something as simple as baking together, fingers covered in flour, soft laughter filling the space.

but then, his hands start lingering—a light touch on your lower back, a casual squeeze of your thigh, his voice dropping an octave as he murmurs, "You're making a mess, baby."

the moment he sees you licking something off your finger, tilting your head like you’re teasing him? yep, you're fucked. not quite literally yet tho.

before you know it, he’s lifting you onto the counter, lips trailing down your neck as he spreads your thighs, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat building between you both. the half-mixed batter is forgotten, the kitchen filled with breathless moans instead, his hands spreading your thighs apart, eating you out like a man starved.

which he is. he's always fucking starved for you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SEUNGMIN

the library is the last place you’d expect seungmin to be this filthy.

It always starts so subtly. he's supposed to be helping you study for your finals, flipping through textbooks in the quietest corner of the library. but then his hand finds your thigh under the table, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles.

"focus," he says, when he look at him sharply, voice perfectly neutral.

like he isn’t the one distracting you.

you try. poor thing, you really do. but his touch is persistent, featherlight strokes just beneath the hem of your skirt, moving higher, higher—so painfully slow that it’s infuriating.

"seungmin," you whisper, an urgent warning.

He doesn’t even glance up from his book. "what?"

you shoot him a glare, shifting in your seat to escape his touch, but his grip tightens just slightly—a silent command. Stay still.

"you should really be paying attention," he murmurs. "or do you need some extra motivation?"

oh he'll tell you that if you make it through the chapter like this that he'll reward you, give you what you really want. he'll keep you on the edge, till you're finally right there, so close--

he pulls away completely, returning to his textbook like nothing happened.

"you should finish your work first," he says, flipping a page. "i’ll think about rewarding you later."

the audacity.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JEONGIN

his childhood bedroom.

you heard me.

the posters on the walls, the old books cluttering his desk, the twin-sized bed that barely fits both of you—it’s all so him. It should be innocent, just a short visit to his parents’ house, just a normal night.

or so you thought.

it starts with you lying next to him under the covers, whispering and giggling, trying not to wake anyone. he’s got one arm lazily draped over your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles against your hip. but then his hand slips lower—too low for something so casual—and suddenly, that mischievous smirk is on his lips.

"you’re being quiet," he teases, voice barely above a whisper. "something wrong?"

um yeah, something’s wrong. his parents are asleep down the hall. the walls are thin.

that’s the thrill—how you stiffen when he presses against you, how you grip his wrist when his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your shorts.

"aw, baby, that's just too bad" he coos, smirking against your skin. "You’re gonna have to be quiet for me."

the bed creaks when he shifts, pressing his weight against you, and he pauses—just for a second—listening for any signs of movement outside the door. when all remains quiet, he grins, his hand slipping beneath your pajama shorts, and you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning.

"shh," he breathes, pressing a finger to your lips. "if you wake them up, you’ll have to explain how their sweet, innocent jeongin has you like this."