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Changbin Hard Thoughts Visualizer

After an intense gym workout and seeing you in his favorite red blouse of yours, Changbin decided he needed to finish his workout. By finish his work out he really means pound you from behind and give you some pretty back shots<3

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Seungmin Hard Thoughts Visualizer

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When You Take Him Bra Shopping With You ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Bang Chan:

Your shoulders shrugged as Chan asked if you had made up your mind as to which of the bras you wanted to buy.

“They’re both so nice,” you sighed, looking to Chan for a little bit of help to try to decide.

“Do you really only have the money for one?” Chan asked you in surprise, watching your eyes flick between them again.

“I don’t get paid until next week.”

A sigh came from him as you scratched over the top of your head. “Why don’t I buy you them?” He offered, knowing that you would continue to stand there all day unless something was done to help you decide.

“I can pay for one of them and give you the money back for the other when I’m paid.”

“Don’t be silly,” he laughed, “it’s only two bras, I can pay.”

Your smile widened as you took both of the bras that you wanted, “I can pay for this one if you want to pay for that one.”

“Give them both to me,” Chan told you. “These will probably end up being more of a treat for me than for you anyway.”

“You sound pretty confident there.”

Lee Know:

Your eyes looked between the two bras as you tried to make up your mind, not quite sure which od the colours to pick to buy.

“What do you think?” You asked Minho, taking them both and holding them up for him to see.

“O-oh,” he stuttered as you spun around to look at him, not quite expecting for you to ask him for his opinion.

“Is there one that you like more?”

It took a moment for Minho to realise what you were asking, shyly looking between the two of them. “I think they both look nice,” he told you, slightly overwhelmed to be able to decide which he preferred.

“Are you alright? You’ve been a bit distant ever since I told you that I needed to buy a bra.”

“Yeah,” Minho weakly smiled, “I’m just letting you do your thing.”

Your smile turned up as Minho looked away, “you’re not shy are you that I’ve made you come and buy a bra with me?”

“N-never,” Minho faltered once again, losing his composure quickly. “If you want my opinion, the black one is best.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that.”

Changbin:

The sound of laughter hadn’t stopped from just behind your shoulder since you walked into the store, knowing that Changbin was happy.

“You know, anyone would think that this is your first time seeing a bra,” you noted across at him.

“Just tell me one thing,” Changbin asked of you, “is this what heaven feels like?” He grinned, spinning himself around.

“You think bra shopping is heaven?”

Changbin’s head nodded in reply to you confidently. “Look at all of these, some of them are incredible,” he told you. “Take this one for example, I bet you would look like a rocket wearing this one.”

“If you had it your way, we’d leave this place with the whole shop packed up in bags.”

“Absolutely,” he chuckled, “these bras would look beautiful on you.”

Your head shook as Changbin continued to follow behind you. “We’re buying one, I only need one to replace my broken one.”

“What about two?” Changbin pushed, “I mean there’s a lacy number over there that seems to have your name on it.”

“You’re obsessed with lace, honestly.”

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This was literally me until my boyfriend came along<33 it meant so much reading this. <3

Flowers in December (m)

Ice skater!Sunghoon x Insecure!Reader

A/N: This is the first non porn without plot fic I’ve written since literal years so I hope it’s not complete garbage. I do wanna give a trigger warning since this is very self-indulgent and goes to quite a lot of depressing places so if that triggers you be careful <3 This was also written with a bigger reader in mind, but if you can identify with it even if you aren’t that is a 100% valid too. This also kind of drags on so be warned :)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: reader is depresso, body image issues, reader has a lot of self hatred, honestly just very bleak over all?, oral (fem. receiving), unprotected sex (use a condom y’all, pulling out ain’t safe), tears, lots of emotions

Beauty lingers out of reach. So every week you stood there, watching him twirl and fly across the ice. When he fell you cried with him and when he succeeded it felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest, but that simply was all that it stayed. Before practice ended you always made a quiet exit through the big metal doors. Every time you wanted to stay, but being seen wasn’t a sacrifice you were willing to make.

Every week you rode the bus with your headphones on. You listened to Mazzy Star on rainy days and there had been a lot of rainy days lately.

Sometimes the loneliness felt nice, like it was beautiful, purposeful, but most of the times it just felt so miserable you wanted to pull your hair out and let yourself sink onto the dirty bus floor until you merged with the rubber. The silence, filled with podcasts and hours long YouTube summaries of the pretty little liars plot always seemed to come back, no matter how much you meticulously charged your headphones every night.

For quite a while now you had been feeling like you were trapped in a loop, reliving the same bleak reality of a day, a week, a month, over and over again. It, to be fair, wasn’t really like you were trying to change much about it either, as your body and mind had grown much too weak.

When you came home you stripped your coat off, tossed your keys on the table and threw yourself onto your couch face first, before you could gather the motivation to dig up something to eat out of your fridge. You morosely swallowed the leftover of the pasta you had held yourself back from finishing the previous day and decided to go to bed early, ignoring the sore ache in your stomach. When you stripped of your clothes in the bathroom you didn’t look at yourself in the mirror.

The day you first actually met Sunghoon you were late. You were late and he was early and you were completely fucked because oh my god did you dread the thought of having to face and worse, be looked at by the paradise bird of your desires.

“Y/N?”

His eyebrows raised, out of reflex you suspected, and he shoved his hands further into the pockets of his windbreaker the thin frame of the bus station not doing a great job at shielding from the wind.

There it was again, that feeling of anxiety that brewed in your chest as a reaction to something unexpected happening. Your tongue went dry, your hands shaky and clammy. More than a hoarse “Uh” couldn’t seem to leave your lips.

“I don’t think we’ve seen each other since you left the team?” It was more a question than a statement and you forced yourself to act contemplative as you tried to find your voice again.

“Yeah I don’t think so either” Simple. Your voice didn’t crack and neither did you over share. Good job Y/N.

“I was really sad when you didn’t come to practice anymore, the team could’ve really used some more people”, Sunghoon grinned, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and god was it a gorgeous grin, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah I didn’t really think it was a sport for someone who, you know, looks like me”, you graced him with an awkward smile and fidgeted with the headphones around your neck while painfully trying to avoid looking into his eyes.

His smile faded a little but noticeably and his gaze drifted to the floor, weakening to his own shyness. Before an uncomfortable silence was able to claw its nails into both of you, the bus came to your saving, finding its rocky stop in front of the station.

Sunghoon took a later bus into the same direction as you every week after practice, you found out. You also found out that he lived barely two blocks away from you and you could’ve easily seen each other, if you’d left the house a bit more or found the motivation to go on one of your so called “depression walks”, at whose mention Sunghoon laughed.

Your conversations got less and less awkward and soon you didn’t feel the need to leave early anymore, smiling at him and internally cheering him on when he made his rounds on the ice. It became a strange ritual, watching him practice, waiting for him to then ride the bus together.

You’d put your headphones on him, show him music, most of the times you would just talk to each other. And you had damned yourself for the fact that you never previously got to know Sunghoon enough to find out that behind the beautiful exterior, he also had an inside, seemingly made of butterfly wings, so sensitive and exquisite. Talking to him, being listened to by him, almost made you doubt your theory of unlovability and never ending fate of being unwanted.

Sunghoon had turned your miserable and your beautiful loneliness into something else. No loneliness at all. Contentment.

Until, on week six your insecurity started kicking in. She came out of nowhere, harsh and abrupt, like a hit to the back of your head to remind you that you were after all who you were and he was who he was.

This is the way it had been ever since you were able to form a proper thought. You craved love and validation, but in the same breath damned both of them as you knew you would never be enough for someone. You had built up a front in the means of self protection. Because to you the thought of someone who’d earnestly love you back seemed impossible.

And there he was, dancing across the frozen water. Hand in hand with a girl, so angelic and elegant, with long thin legs and diamonds adorning her dress. She was like a little dove, you thought. A pretty pretty dove. And you were a slug. You indeed felt like a fucking slug.

The only option left in your silly little damaged mind, was to leave. It had been a trusty option for as long as you could think and it also in this situation didn’t fail to give you that satisfying stinging sensation in your heart that made you want to cry and scream at yourself to not be so stupid. You had grown to like that sting.

The bus ride on the way home felt too long for your own good and empty without Sunghoon’s kittycat grin and boyish laugh. You entered the gates of your home with not a single ounce of energy left in your body and immediately after getting rid of your coat let yourself sink into the cushions of your reliable couch. Oh how it fucking hurts, you thought, as you sank into a sorrowful sleep.

The ringing of your doorbell ripped you out of your slumber non-too-gently and the way from your couch to your front door seemed to be miles longer than it already was usually.

“Are you mad at me”, was the first thing you heard when you reluctantly opened the door, looking straight into the eyes of your favorite snow angel. One or two seconds were spend in shock, another one asking yourself how he knew your address, the rest answering your own question after realizing you had talked about were you lived before and he probably just remembered the way you described your house.

“Why would I be mad at you?” You stared at him with big eyes. Big tired eyes. Sunghoon felt his heart sink.

“You left while I was practicing. I saw you leaving and- and I wanted to go after you but you know I can’t do that when I need to be on the ice and-“

The corners of your mouth wearily tugged downwards more and more as you listening to his confused rant. The thought of making Sunghoon sad and confused would’ve broken your heart if it wasn’t already broken.

“Sunghoon I’m sorry”, you finally croaked out.

“I’m really sorry for leaving I just didn’t feel good”,you whispered, now finally noticing the hot salty tears that had escaped your eyes.

Sunghoon frowned. He took a step forward, tucked his chin over your head and tangled you safely in his embrace, before closing the door behind himself.

“Y/N why are you crying”, he purred.

A broken sob wrecked through you like a hurricane and you found yourself not being able to answer that question at first thought.

“Because- be- because I” Thoughts shot through your head like a shotgun, you considered honesty for once. Honesty? It felt like the right thing to do even when your stupid, fucked up heart was telling you to run for the hills. You had to decide to act before the reality of your actions could travel to your brain. Pulling yourself out of his embrace you jumped into the cold water.

“Because im really really stupid- and I’m in love with you and I’m sorry because I- I mean fucking look at me. The thing is I know I’m inadequate and that’s why I’m so fucking sorry I just-“ Your speech was prematurely ended when another body shaking sob wrecked through your body, making you shiver and pull into yourself.

Sunghoon had stood through all of it, quietly in front of you, gently staring at you in your fragile state. Listening to your words, he seemed to recognize them from somewhere and it sent a sharp pain right through his body. He wasn’t certain if he was supposed to pounce on you and kiss you to the moon and back or softly wipe your tears away and hold you.

So he want for the ladder.

“Y/N”, the pretty boy murmured again, stepping closer, bringing his hands up to your face, first tugging some strands of hair behind your ear before wiping the tears that framed your cheeks to their demise.

“You don’t have to be sorry. You really don’t have to be sorry.”

Big glassy eyes looked up at him like you didn’t understand anything anymore. You had mentally prepared for plenty of reactions and this wasn’t one of them. So you just stared. Stared into his mellow coffee eyes while tears streamed from you own.

And then Sunghoon kissed you. Soft pink lips gently moving over yours, his one hand cradling your face, the other hugging your body to himself. Even then you couldn’t help but think about how you wished you were a bit more easy to put your arm around, a bit more dainty. But he didn’t seem to care and he kissed you until you started kissing him back and when he felt like he has kissed your tearstained lips enough, he moved on to place soft butterfly pecks against your neck.

You moaned out his name, your voice too strained from what you had previously put it through, and wove your fingers through his soft locks, finally pulling him away from you. A confused look was what first met you when you were eye to eye again, quickly fading when you took his hand to lead him away from your front door, to the warm, open arms of your bed.

Sunghoon understood, and he wasted no time continuing to press his lips to yours as you both sunk into the cushions. Soon his windbreaker was stripped off and as his lips did around your neck, his hands started to wander around your body, in reaction to which your body noticeably stiffened. The attractive man rose from his previous task of littering your collar bones in gentle kisses and looked at you, question in his eyes.

He felt your reluctance, he could sense it. And no matter how hard Sunghoon tried to tell himself it was only a substance less theory his brain created he knew that somewhere inside of you there was a deep, rotten pain. He knew from the way you walked through the streets, the way you stood and from the way you couldn’t manage to confess your feelings for him without crying and apologizing. There was a hurt inside of you.

“I don’t really look like the girls you usually fuck” A question, thrown into the room, as you anxiously gazed up at him, the hands around his waist fidgety.

He shook his head, sighing at the way you dropped your head back onto the bed and stared emptily at the ceiling.

“But I like you a lot. I-“ He breathed out and looked away, more emotionally effected than he realized.

“I understand if you don’t want to do this. But I do. A lot.” He had never been super good with words, internally praying the way his thumbs softly traced over your skin in combination with his gentle gaze would convey the message better than his vocal chords could.

Looking back up at him, your heart seemed to beat out of your chest once again. He was so beautiful. Eyes soft, yet piercing, radiant skin adorned with little, carefully placed moles against his cheeks. The way his perfectly curved nose sat above the plush, pink lips you had been kissing previously. You were absolutely, and a hundred percent unworthy. But you were also tired of the endless self-sabotaging.

So you said okay. You said okay and sadly smiled at him and then happily smiled at him as you witness his expression morph into euphoria. Right there, his kisses started enveloping you again, hands traveling over your body, massaging it. Sunghoon pushed himself down the bed, questioningly looking up at you for consent to take off your shirt. You proceeded to strip off the piece of clothing yourself, reluctantly fumbling with the hook of your bra, but finally bringing up the courage to drop it as well.

Sunghoon’s eyes grew hungry, trailing over the body you hated so much. His hands found their way to your chest, gently massaging the plump flesh before closing his lips around them. A moan escaped your own, eyes closed and head blown back as you euphorically took in the sensation of the most beautiful man, inside out, you had ever met touching you. 

His lips seemed to travel again and after the hasty removal of both his shirt and your bottoms, two gentle hands pried open your thighs.

When the sensation hit it hit hard. Sunghoon ate you out for what felt like eternities, tongue circling your clit and fingers curling into you, making the butterflies in your stomach spread their thousand little wings. A weird sensation bubbled inside of you at the thought that this was the pleasure you had forbid yourself from achieving all this time. You felt regret for a split second before you came around three long, finely manicured fingers, letting out a strangled whimper.

Breathing heavily, Sunghoon wiped his mouth, presenting you your the classic catty grin before pressing a soft kiss to your thigh.

“You okay to go again?”, he whispered, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

You nodded and this time he didn’t hesitate to climb up your body again, giddily kissing you, then nervously biting his lip as he looked down.

“I- you know I like you a lot”, he rambled.

Eyebrows instantly raising, you gave the boy on top of you a questioning look.

“You’ve said that before”, you whispered, not quite understanding the point of him suddenly speaking up.

“I know but-“, he sighed. “I really have a big crush on you. And I know that you may not like… the way you- you may not like yourself.” He looked at you with big wet eyes. God.

“You’re deserving of love. And… I wanna love you. ‘Wanna show you. I don’t care that you don’t look like… you’re-“ Word stumbling. Pale skin above you, chest moving up and down. It was easy to tell how hard it was to find the right words. So you just kissed him. Softly. Threw your arms around his sharp shoulders and kissed him.

“You can love me now if you want”

Smiling sheepishly, your hand moved down his slim torso, reaching for the buckle of his belt. Sunghoon nodded. The rest was a fever dream. The first sudden pressure when he sank into you, the sound that left both your lips simultaneously, how hot the room suddenly felt- it was all too much and god had you never dared to dream how beautiful he looked, face contouring in pleasure as he started to rock into you.

It felt like oceanic waves, both of your bodies moving in union, perfectly coordinated without having to share a single sentence. Desperately clinging to each other, hands and lips and souls together.

When you reached your high it was only the top of the mountain of an ascending climb that had fulfilled you both, Sunghoon pulling out to cum soon after you had rode out your climax.

The room was humid, yet you stayed put, the raven haired boy on top of you, with his head on your chest, you below, tracing shapes on his defined shoulder blades.

He was gentle. In Body and in spirit, not feeling the need to say words but sporadically laying kisses upon your sweaty skin, stroking over the imperfect surface he couldn’t wait to explore and get to know by memory.

And so he reassured you, made a silent promise, that no matter what, he was going to stay.

When Jun convinces you to let him fuck you Infront of your best friends</3 !twt prn lnk!

Link Masterlist!

Stray Kids Links

All Chan links

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Hyunjin sobers up in you after getting quite tipsy.

Hyun punishing you after being a brat <3

Hyunjin taking u against a wall

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I don't give a fuck about your friends - 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: lee minho x f.reader

friends to lovers

↳ Oh baby, take a look around I'm the only one that hasn't walked out, Im right here.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, smut warning below the cut.

𝐚𝐧: part of a series called ohmami of short one shots inspired by Chase Atlantic songs. This one was inspired by Right Here. If you would like to be tagged in all stories for this series or a specific boys please fill out this form.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, soft dom minho, rougher passionate sex, creampie, size kink, dirty talk, minho calls the reader the name Pretty.

It’s been a rough night to say the least. A night out with your friends went wrong. A bunch of drunk girls in the club is never a good mix, followed by watching a so-called friend makeout with your ex who you thought at one point you were gonna marry him. The sight of them kissing was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on you. Tears well in your eyes as you rush off to the hallway near the bathrooms. You fight back crying as you call the only person you want to see at that moment.

Walking back to the table where a few friends were, you let them know you were heading out. The buzz you had has faded away as a feeling of sadness takes over. Walking outside the cold air catches you by surprise. Taking a deep breath you wrap your arms around your body trying to find some warmth. You stand outside alone for all of five minutes when you see the only person you want to see walking towards. He’s dressed in gray sweats with a hoodie underneath and coat over the top.

You practically jog towards him, wrapping your arms around him, throwing yourself into his chest. There is a moment of silence as you cling to him. His hand gently rubs your back making you feel warmer.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“That’s what friends are for,” he presses his lips to the top of your head.

Pulling away he takes off his coat and holds it out for you. You know he’ll probably be cold walking back to his car but there is no use in fighting him. Pulling his coat on you immediately notice his eyes are focused on you. He steps closer to you resting his hand on your cheek. Ever so slowly be wipes away the stray tear that had slid down your cheek.

“You’re too pretty to be sad,” his voice was calm and gentle.

Arriving at his car he helps you in the passenger side before shutting the door. The drive back to his apartment is quiet. You can feel him looking over at you every so often as you wipe away the stray tears that keep falling. He hasn’t really asked you what’s wrong but you know he will.

You arrive at his apartment he shares with Jisung and you notice right away there is no sign of his roommate. Without thinking the moment he shuts the door you lean forward to kiss him just like you always do. You’re caught off guard when he pulls away the moment your lips touch. The small feeling of rejection stings but you know it’s because he knows you’re upset.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” He seems frustrated. You can’t blame him though. Recently anytime something has gone wrong in your life you always call him. He never tells you he can’t come to your rescue. He always does and every time no matter if it’s day or night it always ends the same way with you naked and spread out underneath him. He normally doesn’t say anything when you throw yourself at him. Peeling away your clothes as you desperately cling to him trying to make yourself feel better.

“Mae was all over Hyunwoo at the club. I looked out on the dance floor and saw my friend making out with the guy that broke my heart.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just takes a deep breath and steps closer to you. Minho hated Hyunwoo and after you got your heart broken he hated your ex even more.

“She’s not your friend if she would do something that she knows would hurt you.” His hand rests on your side standing close to you.

“I’m probably just being sensitive,” you sigh, wiping away your tears. “I have that trip with them next weekend. I know she wouldn’t intentionally do something to hurt me.” You're an absolute fool and you know it. Mae and a bunch of the other girls are selfish and you know deep down inside you need to cut them off. Minho has told you over and over again he doesn’t like most of your friends in that group and you know why. He doesn’t say anything for a moment instead he moves away from your hand and gently rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb swipes away the tears that are staining your cheek.

“Come stay with me next weekend. I don’t think you should go on that trip.” From the moment Minho heard that you were supposed to have a girls weekend he was instantly against it. He thought most of the girls that you had started hanging out with since college were fake. After seeing one of them make out with the man that broke your heart led you to believe he might be right.

“They’ll be upset if I cancel on them,” you sigh.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“‘Min they’re my friends. It does matter.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your friends. I’m the one who is always right here. They don’t treat you right. If they were true friends they would have seen you were upset tonight and wouldn’t have let you leave crying.”

“Min,” his words catch you off guard.

“I’m being honest. I don’t give a fuck about your so called friends. I just want you to be happy and I think being with me instead of them would make you happy.”

Even though your head is telling you that you should go on this trip, you want to listen to your heart and stay with Minho.

“What happens if I stay here?”

“We’ll figure out whatever we are.” He pushes his figures through your hair tilting your head back. His face softens as your eyes lock.

“We’re not just friends?” You’re not dumb you know you’re more than friends. If you were just friends you wouldn’t throw yourself at him any chance you get. If he was just your friend you wouldn’t daydream about kissing him.

He pulls back from you shaking his head. “I don’t fuck my friends.” He starts walking away from you heading off to his room. You’re caught off guard by his bold statement but it lets you know he feels the same way you do. Without thinking anymore you follow him. Walking into his room you notice the light on in the bathroom connected to his room. You wait sitting on his bed for him to walk back in. Walking back into his bedroom he pulls off his shirt tossing it in the hamper by his closet. He strips down to his boxers. You silently sit there watching him. You should have known at some point or another things between you and Minho would come to a head. You couldn’t go on sleeping together without talking about how you really get.

“Are you going to skip that trip?” He finally breaks the silence.

“I want to know what it’s like to be more than friends with you.” This is your way of telling him you aren’t going on that trip.

“Stand up for me,” he says walking towards you. You listen to him standing at the foot of the bed. “Those girls aren’t good for you. They don’t care about your feelings and I don’t like that.”

“I know they don’t.” You get sad again thinking about how your night went.

“Strip down to your underwear please.” He doesn’t normally boss you around when you sleep together. He’s always had dominant energy about him, but when you have sex he always lets you do what you want. Every time you’ve slept together it’s been when you’re upset or want a form of stress release. You realize you’ve been selfish and never really asked Minho what he likes or what he wants.

Standing there in just your underwear you reach out resting your hand on his cheek, “what do you want from me?” You ask.

“Anything you’re willing to give me. I want every part of you.”

“Minho I mean what do you want if you don’t want to be just friends?”

His hand rests on your bare side pulling you close to him. You take a deep breath taking in his closeness. “Pretty, I want to be your everything. I want to make you happy and show you what it’s like to be loved.” Leaning in closer he rested his forehead against yours.

“I want you to be my everything.” You didn’t want to just be friends. You wanted so much more with him.

His lips crash against yours and he kisses you like he needs you to breathe. His hands grip your soft sides as your lips move together.

Pulling away you both removed the rest of your clothes. Laying on his bed completely bare he sits between your spread thighs as he rubs his hardened length through your folds.

“Min put it in,” you practically whine wanting him inside you.

A smirk tugs at his lips as slowly pushes his length into you earning a moan. He moves at a slow pace letting you adjust to his girth. The groan that passes his lips as he bottoms out is intoxicating. Your hands reach for his wanting to hold on to him. He thrust into you at a firm but steady place. The blissed out look on his face makes you weak.

“Pretty, you’re so tight. Is my cock too big for you?” He loves to make you feel small. You weren’t a tiny girl by any means but the way he talks about his size makes your head spin.

With one particularly hard thrust makes you practically scream his name. A soft laugh passes his lips as he thrust hard again causing your breast to bounce.

“Min-“ you moan.

“Do you like it when I’m rough?” You just silently nod your head, unable to fully respond. He grabs one of your legs, putting it over his shoulder before he continues his pace. His finger toys with your clit knowing just the right way to touch you to make you scream his name again.

He keeps his steady pace leaving you a panting mess. One of your hands grip the cotton sheets next to you while the other grasp your breast. Your thumb drags across your sensitive nipple adding to the overwhelming sensation taking over your body.

“Fuck you look good touching yourself while you’re taking my cock,” he groans. His dirty words come close to pushing you over the edge.

“I’m so clo- clo close.” He’s left you a stuttering mess.

“Does pretty want to come?”

“Fuck,” you whine nodding your head.

“Do it then,” he says, thrusting harder.

Pulling your leg off his shoulder he quickly changes his position so he is hovering right over you. He keeps his pace as he leaves a trail of open mouth kisses from your chest up to your lips. The moment your lips together you moan into his mouth as you fall apart. Your walls flutter around him as a white hot wave crashes over you. He thrust into you over and over again as you ride out your high.

His thrust gets sloppier as he chases his own release. He comes painting your walls white moaning your name. He stays plastered on top of you riding out his release. Ever so slowly he pulls himself away from you. He sits back on his hunches watching for a moment as his release drips out of you. Reaching over to his nightstand where he keeps a box of tissues he always wipes his release before laying on the bed next to you. You’re absolutely exhausted and feel like you’re on the verge of falling asleep.

“Pretty?” He says pulling your sleepy body close to his.

“Yeah?”

“I meant what I said. I’ve always been right here, and I don’t want to be just friends.”

You smile nuzzling close to him, “Minho we’re definitely more than friends, and I’m glad you’ve always been right here.”

His lips gently press to the top of your head before you fall asleep in his arms.

Regarding taglist:

If you aren’t interacting with my writing outside of liking the new post I’m gonna have to remove your name from the taglist. You will also be removed if I try to tag you and your blog is listed as "invisible". If you've changed your URL and didn't let me know I will also be removing your name. I’m sorry for the inconvenience but my interactions outside or likes feels like it’s nonexistent right now. All of my taglist are still open though. If you request to be added to one via this form, I kindly ask for interactions in the form and feedback and reblogs. To be quite honest, those really encourage my writing.

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He makes you feel good while you suck him off ;)

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I think this format will make me want to post more since it is simple. Do you guys like it? Also i realized all the Felix links broke so here's a new one;)