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Bang Chan- Blind date

Lee Minho- Teasing Poppy

Seo Changbin- Strength Training

Hwang Hyunjin- The Set Up

Han Jisung- Movie Night

Lee Felix- Forever My Wedding Date

Kim Seungmin- COMING SOON!

Yang Jeongin- Aphrodite's Pain

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♡ promises with felix

↳ pairing: felix x reader ↳ word count: 2.3k ↳ genre: smut ↳ summary: you shouldn't make promises you can't keep aka felix wants his reward now ↳ warnings: smut [unprotected intercourse, use of a butt plug, mentions of pegging, creampie] ↳ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3

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Don't make promises you can't keep, you tell yourself once more when your phone vibrates, the screen showing yet another text from your boyfriend.

Felix: when am i getting my part of the deal?

You kind of hate this deal you’ve made, mostly because you’ve played yourself like a fool with it. You thought you were being smart when you gave him the butt plug and asked him to wear it tonight when you hung out at his friends’ place.

“What’s in it for me?” Felix mumbled into the kiss, not even protesting about the toy.

“You get to come inside of me,” you offered so confidently. “How does that sound?”

You did it thinking the toy inside of him would make your boyfriend stutter and squirm, which would only turn you both on. But, instead of that happening, you’re the one squirming in your seat, pussy clenching around nothing at the texts Felix is sending you. That’s the thing—you should be the one in control now. In fact, you are the one in control, as per your initial agreement when entering the relationship.

Control is a fickle thing. When you first started having sex, you thought the one who fucks gets to set the tone and steer the whole thing, which was never you. Then, you suddenly realized that was kind of unfair and that you want to exert control, so you sought out guys who enjoyed letting go, who let you do whatever you wanted and make them beg.

That only happened twice before Felix, and he turned it all around for you. You’ve never seen someone be so snarky and in control while getting their ass rammed by a toy—no one but Felix. To him, letting you play with him, letting you finger and peg him, calling him your pretty baby were rewards, not punishments. He saw nothing emasculating about letting you fuck his ass or call him pretty. In fact, he loved it, which is what confused you so much.

You’ve never had a guy talk back to you while you fucked him, never had someone who sounded so in control while keeping their cheeks spread so you can push your strap further into their hole. But that always happened with Felix. You’d fuck him and ask him if it feels good, or something similar to that, even though it was clear he was feeling amazing—his cock would be hard and leaking, body twitching under yours, toes curling as he kept his knees in the air. So, you’d tease him about it, “Ah, you’re so hard... Must like being a slut for me.”

And yet, he’d chuckle and mutter in that low tone of his that got you going, “Feels perfect... Hard enough for you?” he’d look down at your hand wrapped around his leaking cock. “Bet you want to feel it in you while you fuck me, huh? I’m sure you’re so fucking wet I’ll slide right in once you’re done fucking me. I know you want me to fuck you just as hard as you’re doing me right now.”

And poof, any semblance of control would slip through your fingers, Felix leading conversation from then on, praising you for fucking him instead of you praising him for taking it so well.

You’re not sure why you thought tonight would be any different, though. The butt plug was a new thing—you wanted him to wear it in public and maybe squirm a bit. Yet, Felix was making you get wet and act awkward, so much that Jisung asked you if everything was fine.

You started it, though. Earlier, an hour into this hangout, you texted Felix, wanting to check how he was doing:

You: how does that butt plug feel in you, baby?

You thought you were doing something with it, that Felix would look at you with widened eyes and look away in shame, giggling with pink cheeks. To your misfortune, he wasn’t ashamed at all.

Felix: it feels good. not as good as your fingers in me, though

The second you read the text, you had to press your thighs together to alleviate the pressure bubbling between your legs. Fuck, he knew what to say to get you going. 

Getting to massage his prostate while jerking him off or sucking his dick was a favorite of yours, mostly because you got to see Felix fall apart. He always did it so readily too, never trying to spite you or be bratty. No, if you wanted him to beg and even cry, he would. He’d do anything to please, yet he also enjoyed teasing you.

He’s been texting you similar things since then, pausing for five or ten minutes, letting you relax and talk to people before telling you something nasty again, something that would get you going.

Felix: i bet it will feel so fucking good to fuck you with this thing inside me

Felix: i’ll give you such a big load, baby, i promise

Felix: that’s what you want, right? that’s why you promised me i’d get to do it here

After that text, Felix gives you a smirk that makes you clench your jaw and look away. You want him and you are sure people will notice if you keep looking at him like you are ready to devour him.

Felix: you want to feel me in you even after i pull out

Felix: you’re so dirty it’s hot

Felix: when are we doing it

The texts keep coming, and you tell yourself never to make a promise like this again. You rarely let Felix come inside of you, but that’s not the issue here. You’re on birth control, so you’re not afraid of pregnancy. You two are exclusive and clean, so you’re not worried about that either. It’s that you’re at Jisung’s place, surrounded by Felix’s friends, and you can’t just go to one of the rooms and fuck. You thought the idea was kind of hot back home when you made the deal, but now that you’re here, you’re worried someone’s gonna hear Felix fucking you stupid.

Yet, you promised, and he held up his end of the bargain, still is. At one point, your boyfriend walks over to you and sits down, hand wrapped around your shoulder as he pulls you in for a kiss, mumbling into it, “Can’t wait to feel you.”

“Can it wait until we get home?” you whisper back, hoping he’ll give up on the deal.

“Baby,” he whines into your ear, nose nudging your cheek, hot breath fanning your face and neck. “I’ve been so hard all this time, my underwear is all wet... Want to come in you so bad. Will you let me, hm? Want to have my cum in you?”

“God, Felix,” you grunt, even though your walls clamp around nothing in desperate need of him.

Twenty minutes later, Felix gets you to give in and go to the bathroom, following quickly behind.

You’re excited to have him but terrified of getting caught, so you mutter at him as soon as he locks the bathroom door, “You have to be quick, though.”

“Oh, I will,” Felix mumbles, the sinister chuckle telling you he’s got something in mind.

Before you know it, he’s turning you around, pushing your hips into the sink as his hands work on your zipper. The next second, your underwear and jeans are pushed down your thighs as Felix’s hand sneaks between your bodies and to your crotch, fingers immediately finding you embarrassingly wet.

“Oh, I knew you were loving it,” Felix grunts, getting his cock out of his jeans with his other hand, but you can’t focus on that, not when he’s running his fingers across your slit, getting you even more worked up. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes,” you say, knowing it can’t last long, knowing you can’t come this time, knowing there’s no time. If it were up to Felix, he’d eat you out to get a couple of orgasms out of you before he even puts his dick in, but his friends are in the other room, and he’s just getting his reward. “Just... Quick.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I can be quick when I want to,” he says sweetly as he positions his cock at your entrance, mouth pressing kisses into your neck. “I wanted to fuck you all night.”

“Does the toy feel good?” you ask him, even though you’re sure he’s ecstatic over it.

“Like I said, great but not as good as you.” With that, Felix pushes his cock into you fully, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The butt plug is applying pressure inside his ass while your walls are clenching around his cock, making him get weak in the knees instantly. “Fuck! Damn, this feels good.”

“What is it, baby, too much already?” you tease, even though you’re not immune to the feeling of his cock in you either, especially when he moves it so nicely, slowly fucking into you, letting you adjust. You're sure the double stimulation feels even better.

“Teasing, are we?” Felix asks with a cocked-up eyebrow and a tinge of playfulness in his voice.

The next second, he’s grabbing your leg and making you place your knee on the sink so he can enter you from a different angle, one that immediately gets you to arch your back into him. It's deep, and you weren't ready for him to start fucking you like this, not in Jisung’s bathroom, so you moan loudly, taken by surprise.

Realizing you forgot where you are makes Felix go even harder. “Yes, that’s right... Let me hear you... Love to hear how good I fuck you.”

“Almost as good as I fuck you,” you tease again, clenching around him on purpose, your hand flying down to play with your clit.

When Felix sees that, he tsks at you, swatting your hand away. “Baby, you have me for that,” he tells you as he spits on his fingers and moves them down to your clit, wet and ready to touch you. His other hand keeps your hip in place, fingers digging into the skin.

“Felix!” The second his glistening fingers make contact with your skin, you moan again, kicking your head back. It’s early in, but you’re already done for, and you want Felix to get you off.

His cock just slides right in and out every time, coated with your juices. You’ve been wet for hours now, imagining how good Felix feels with the toy inside of him, thinking about how much you wanted to finger him and suck him off while he moans and becomes putty in your hands.

It’s funny how he’s in control again, even though he’s the one with a toy in him. “Gonna come for me already?” he asks you as the fluttering of your walls gives you away, eyes staring into his reflection in the mirror, glued to the way his plush lips fall open as he moans into your ear. “My cock makes you feel that good?”

“Perfect,” you mumble, hand placed over his. You’re not helping him touch you—you just want to touch his hand and feel like you have some sort of control still. “Wish I could fuck you too.”

Felix snorts at that and starts moving his hips faster, slamming himself into you, your juices dripping down your inner thighs because of the way he pulls all the way out. It’s too much when paired with his nimble fingers on your clit.

“Be good and come for me now,” Felix hums in your ear gently, his voice in stark contrast with the sharp movements of his hips and hand. “I'll come right after you, and we can go back... You'll fuck me when we get home, I promise.”

“Don't make promises you can't keep,” you grunt, face frowning as your body clenches, orgasm closing in.

“Like you?” Felix quips, smacking your clit, which doesn't do anything to ruin the moment—it only makes you hornier, if possible. By now, Felix's cock makes a wet sound every time it moves in and out, revealing how embarrassingly wet you are because you're fucking him in his friend's bathroom. “You will keep your promise, pretty, won't you?”

When you hum in response, Felix starts rubbing you again, this time applying more pressure. At the same time, he opts for pushing his cock deep inside of you and moving only a couple of inches back before plunging into you again, knowing he hits all the spots that feel good that way.

You notice beads of sweat along his hairline, one dripping down the side of his face, brows scrunched as he focuses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming—”

It's a quick but powerful orgasm, one that makes you grab the sink so you don't fall onto Felix. But, he doesn't stop even though he usually would have. Instead, Felix wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his frame and pumps his cock into you from behind. His thrusts are sharp and fast, grunts getting deeper, low voice struggling when calling your name.

“You're gonna fill it up for me, hm?” you ask sweetly, knowing how much Felix loves coming inside you. “Give it to me.”

“Yes, yes,” he keeps mumbling into the crook of your neck, breath tickling your skin. Unprompted, you reach back and grab his ass, giving it a light squeeze before finding the end of the toy that's sticking out of his hole a bit from all the thrusting he's been doing. “Oh, fuck, fuck! Baby, I, fu—aaah!”

With you pressing the butt plug into his ass, Felix releases inside of you, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warm walls milking him dry, of you obediently taking his cum even though you're at Jisung’s, even though it will probably keep trickling out of you and onto your underwear, make you sticky and wet, remind you that Felix owns it.

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Seungmin Hard Thought Visualizer

Okay so don't even TRY and tell me this isn't hot as hell. Seungmin 100%. Y'all were supposed to be at a welcome home party for yourself but as soon as you got in the car both you and seungmin knew you were gonna be LATE LATE to your own party. In broad daylight, right in the airport parking lot, seungmin asks if he can play with you but he gets a lot more than that...

♡ drunk with jeongin

⇢ pairing: jeongin x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 2.2k ⇢ genre: smut, friends to lovers ⇢ summary: you get stuck in a fence and realize your friend has a dirty mind ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; drinking, unprotected public sex, creampie, use of ‘perv’, elements of helplessness (consent given!), use of 'perv' ⇢ masterlist ♡ series masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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“Sh!” Jeongin shushes you in panic, wrapping his arm around you while placing a hand over your mouth. He pulls you into his frame and drags you away from the field.

You both laugh once you walk out of the perimeter touched by the reflector's lights, even though your friend still seems panicky. “He almost caught us because you're so loud when you're drunk!” he hisses the words at you but starts laughing right away. Yeah, the night guard did almost catch you, but you aren't the only one to blame—Jeongin has a laugh much louder than your voice, so you point that out.

“Whatever, it's your fault,” he mimics your voice and continues walking towards the fence that you now need to jump.

You walked into this place through the main entrance—sneaked in, more precisely—and sat by the field where you used to come as kids and play. You brought a bottle of booze with you, sipped on it, and just talked for hours on end. And then the guard must have heard because he came out there looking after turning on all the big reflectors around the field, which shone directly at the two drunk trespassers.

“I've come here before and did this same exact thing and I've never been caught,” he continues whining as you reach the fence. “First time I bring you, I get caught. Connect the dots.”

“Maybe the people you've brought here before just don't make you laugh as hard as I do, playboy,” you tease and bang against the fence, wondering how you're going to climb it at all.

“Well, that's not fair,” Jeongin points out and starts walking along the side of the fence, so you follow. “They had their mouths full.”

“Oh,” you say with a nod, wondering just how many people have fallen for your friend's charms. You can't blame them—the man's gorgeous, especially ever since he's realized just how handsome and funny he is. Jeongin used to be pretty shy, even around you, but he's becoming a menace, and the fact that he's just admitted stuffing people's mouths full of dicks just proves this. “TMI?”

“I'm sorry, miss I just want someone to fuck me hard!” While imitating you, Jeongin groans and grimaces, mocking something you've admitted to earlier when feeling a bit tipsier than you are now.

“Okay, we're both equally as gross when drunk. How are we getting out of here? I am not climbing over this fence.”

“Don't worry, there's a hole just a bit further down.”

Jeongin must come here often because he is right—there is a pretty big hole in the fence, once you can both crawl through. “Get off your jacket first, it's going to get caught on the rough fence edges,” Jeongin instructs and points at the hole.

“It won't make a difference,” you say and get down on your knees. There is no one around, and the guard has seemingly gone away—the lights are turned off again. You're surrounded by trees and darkness, so you have no problem getting down on your knees and crawling through a hole.

And then, you get stuck.

“Did I not tell you to get that thing off?” Jeongin huffs from behind you as you try to wiggle out of the jacket while it's still on you.

“Mr. Know It All!” You scoff and try to get out of the awkward position, but it's impossible.

“Wait, let me help,” he says through laughter and gets down on his knees behind you. His arms move up around your waist and he starts tugging at the material. “You should have just listened. You never do, just fight me on everything I say.”

You suddenly become aware of the heat of his body behind yours, of the fact that the position is very sexual since he's right behind your ass on his knees. “Yeah,” your voice cracks out of nervousness so you clear your throat. “Just help me and stop lecturing me.”

Jeongin chuckles. “You're being mean. Maybe I should take a step back and take a picture for my private friend blackmail collection.”

You know exactly what the little shit is talking about—he's usually the sober one, so his phone is full of pictures of his friends doing stupid shit.

You're also fully aware of the fact that you're wearing a short dress and that he can probably see your panties from this position, so you decide to tease right back. “For your spank bank, you mean?”

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” he asks teasingly, hands no longer tugging at the material caught on the wire.

“You jerking off to me?” The idea isn't appalling in the slightest, but that's because you're turned on by someone getting so horny for you they have to jerk off while looking at a picture or a video or anything that reminds them of you.

“Yeah,” Jeongin whispers, his tone suddenly changing to something you don’t usually hear from him. “Isn't that what you want? A guy who is so into you he gets off to the thought of you all the time? And fucks you rough, of course.”

He snickers right after, knowing these are your fantasies—you've admitted to this during a game of truth or dare at least once. Still, if you know anything about Jeongin, it’s that he likes risky stuff. Public sex is his thing, which is why you aren't shocked he's brought women here before. You also know he likes it when someone is a bit helpless, he enjoys consensual bondage. Hands tied behind someone's back, or him holding the two hands by the wrist while he fucks someone—that's what the little shit admitted to before.

So, you decide to be shameless and push your ass backward, knowing exactly what you are going to find—an erection in his pants, right behind your ass as he towers over you from behind. “Maybe I do want you, but isn't this what you want? A damsel in distress you can use?”

Jeongin has been laughing throughout the whole thing, but now he swallows loudly and places both hands on your hips. Instead of pushing you away, he pulls you in, making you rub against his cock, and you’re pleasantly surprised by the initiative. Clearly, you’re on the same page here—tit for tat, tease for tease. “Damsels are usually sweet and innocent… Definitely don't arch their back at nice guys who are just trying to help. Surely don't tell them they want them while in this improper position…”

“And where is this nice guy you're talking about?” you tease again, bucking your hips into Jeongin, causing friction where he desperately wants it. “All I see is a pervert who's staring at his friend's ass after getting her stuck in a hole in the fence that just happens to be there… Convenient.”

His breath hitches in his throat before he chuckles. “Are you like, serious right now?” His fingers dig into your flesh over your dress, keeping your hips in place, but you manage to wiggle them backward and rub against his cock again. The tone of his voice suddenly changes. “Rub against me again, and I'm fucking you.”

“You say that like it's a threat.”

When you say the words, you hear Jeongin scoff. The next sound is his zipper, and then his hands pull your dress over your ass and your panties down your legs at the same time. You hear him spit on his palm and spread the saliva over his cock. “I mean, if you want it that much, I'm happy to give it to you.”

You shiver at the tone he uses with you and the contact of the cold air with your wet crotch, but it's not cold for long. It can't be cold when Jeongin’s cock easily pushes past your wet lips and eases into you, stretching you deliciously, making you grunt. He stills inside of you for a second or two before giving you another inch, hissing with every inch he eases into you. “Oh my God,” he mumbles to himself, “why the fuck are you this tight?”

“So you can stretch it out,” you try to be funny. He scoffs and gives your ass a smack.

“I feel like we shouldn't be doing this, but I want to fuck you for hours like this.”

“Yeah?” you tease him, arching your back even more, acting like you're not trespassing, like your stupid jacket isn't stuck in this dumb fence, like you're not acting completely promiscuous and letting a friend fuck you raw from the back. “I'm not surprised you like this, perv.”

Jeongin grunts at your use of the word and starts fucking you, forgetting all about going slow. “Perv? Look who’s talking… Are you even stuck or did you just pretend so we'd do this?”

You laugh the idea off, grunting at the pace your friend has chosen, at every drag of his cock against your walls. “How could I have known you'd pop a boner just by seeing me on all fours? You'll have to be fast, though. I don't want that guy to catch me with my pants down.”

“Yeah, he can't see you like this,” Jeongin hums, fingers rubbing your hips. “Only I get to fuck you this way, out in public, right?”

You agree, spreading your knees, which allows him to sink into you fully. “Oh fuck!” He sounds weak, and that brings you a lot of pleasure, so you giggle happily. As if he doesn't want you to have the upper hand, Jeongin sneaks his hand under you and starts rubbing your clit. “I'll blow so fast.”

“I know…” you pretend to coo, but it's hard—you're getting fucked hard, just the way you wanted to. “That's what happens when you get what you want.”

Jeongin laughs heartily before letting out a loud grunt and starting to smack his hips into yours so hard that it becomes the only sound—skin hitting skin. That, and the sound of his cock sinking into your wet pussy. “Yeah? How do you know I want you?”

Neither one of you is stupid—there has always been sexual tension between you. Well maybe not always, but definitely in the last year or so. No one wanted to take it there, even if you teased each other all the time.

You don't say any of that though. Instead, you play dumb. “Your dick is in me and all that.”

“Wish you weren't stuck just so I could pull your hair for talking back.”

You laugh. “Please, you wouldn't be half as hard without the element of helplessness.”

“Fuck!” Jeongin grunts and starts fucking you harder, his fingers still rubbing your clit. “I'll show you helpless.”

For a while, you really can't speak. This isn't your fantasy, you never think about feeling helpless and letting someone use you, but the whole public aspect seems to be doing something for you. The fact that he's starting to go rough on you just makes you dizzy. “Oh God, Jeongin, right there!” After that, you can't say a word, and you don't have to—you're happy just staying on all fours and letting him fuck you stupid.

“Yeah, just take it!”

He fucks you so hard and fast you literally drool, every breath turning into a moan as your mouth hangs open, fingers grabbing the grass below you so you stay in place. “Fuck, you take dick so well… Sound so good too.”

“You… Too,” you moan between thrusts, voice turning so weak. “There, there!”

Jeongin is good, so he focuses exactly on the place that seems to do the trick for you while continuing to rub your clit. And just like that, you come all over his dick, warning him you're close, your entire body stiffening as you release.

“Mhm, fuck, let me feel you milk it, come on,” he urges you, continuing to move like nothing is happening, hips moving back and forth, cock in you all the way. When you stop clenching around him, he gives you a couple of shallow thrusts and comes inside of you, hissing and grunting while his hands hold your hips in place. “You'll be good and take it, huh? Just stay there and take my cum—”

While every single thing about this turns you on beyond belief, you become aware of your surroundings once more. “We should go.”

Jeongin agrees and pulls your underwear up and your dress down, covering you. “Pull one hand out of the jacket,” he instructs. When you do, he continues. “Now the other.”

And just like that, you're free to crawl through the hole. Your jacket stays stuck to it, but you manage to rip it away while Jeongin shoves his cock back in his pants and zips them up.

When he's on the other side as well, he helps you get up and you two walk side by side towards the parking lot, where his car is waiting. You're sure he's kind of embarrassed about the whole ordeal, even though he sounded confident while it was happening—it's your sweet Jeongin, after all. “You're right.”

“About what?”

“The fake helplessness really does add something to the mix,” you say with a giggle as he grunts and shakes his head, clearly flustered.

“You're never going to stop teasing, right?” His hand sneaks around your waist as you walk side by side, his cum trickling down your walls and onto the gusset of your panties—a clear reminder of what has just happened.

You let your hand sneak in between your bodies and down to his ass, which you squeeze. “Maybe you should just shut me up again.”

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Hyunjin Hard Thought Visualizer

After a long long day of teasing your boyfriend like a brat, hyunjin decides to treat you like a brat. And brats, in hyunjins head, don't get to cum on his cock but instead on a vibrator. And he won't do any of the work. You'll get yourself off with your pretty pink toy while hyunjin will get off on your soft hands pumping his cock. Of course he can't deny you kisses though<3

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TRAPPED IN BY YOU. (YOU'RE THE DRUG)

main character(s): lee know x genderneutral!reader

genre: smut (with some angst if you squint)

warning(s): cheating, implied penetration, non-explicit rough/hate sex, mentions of heavy degradation/bruising, somewhat heavy descriptions of drugs, reader is compared to being a drug, implied that lee know is abusing reader during sex but thats just wordplay in this, possible inaccurate descriptions of what a drug feels like

wc: 0.8k

special note: yes, i know the title is weird, but i like funky titles like that. i thought of this prompt when i saw a tiktok and i couldnt help of a nasty ass fic that included no other than lee know. i tried to make this as gender-neutral as possible so im very sorry if you see any female references!

lee minho, famously known as lee know, would absolutely be shunned if anyone found out what he was currently doing. it's absolutely nerve wrecking. his entire career and family would be destroyed if anyone found out.

but thats kind of why he likes it, too. the thrill. the excitement. the adrenaline. what was once a "one time thing" turned into a casual "meetup" every other weekend. it feels so bad, and feels so good.

almost like a drug, it has him trapped around it's finger.

hurriedly walking into the too-familiar building to escape from the pouring rain, he comes up to the too-familiar front desk and sliding his fake I.D to the clerk before getting the keycard to his assigned room.

it's a painful ride up the elevator. it's too slow. too nerve-racking. he wants to be shielded away from all of these security cameras and curious eyes. although he is wearing a face mask and baseball cap, his body drowning in an expensive oversized black coat, he still worries about being identified.

when the elevator dings, he rushes to the room. when he walks in, he is greeted by the too-familiar red lights. the too-familiar cage surrounding the mattress that could fit a party of six. and most importantly, the too-familiar sight of you in that cage, submissively waiting for him to join you.

this is why he actually likes it. because of you.

you are the drug that has him trapped around your finger. when he sees you in the black and red lingerie, pearls, diamonds, the black harness the gifted you on special occasions..

you have him going numb.

you are such a drug. it's just the best way he can describe you. it feels so bad to do, yet feels so good. he practically forgets that he has a pregnant wife at home, that has a fragile popstar career. when he is entangled with you in that too-familiar love cage of yours, it feels so good he wants to do more.

for once, he isn't afraid to do more. to explore himself more. he doesn't hesitate to do "taboo" deeds in the best way possible that has his brain evaporating from his skull.

he desperately breathes in your toxicity like a drug, inhaling and exhaling it all in for what could be for other people long headache prying periods of time.

when he finally exhales, he feels the 3rd eye you practically gave him. he can hear, feel, taste, see, smell everything. he can feel the way the temperature in the room spikes up almost in a suffocating manner, resulting in him tearing his (and your) clothes off.

when he takes you in his mouth, he sucks on and takes in whatever he can. knowing that it's just the beginning of him tipping over the edge, he cannot wait for the unique sensations you give him.

he laps and bites at whatever piece of you he can reach. it's so addicting, its painful. whenever a surge of pleasure runs through his veins, he cannot help the tears that form along his waterline. it's painful, but he can't stop. you're just that addictive.

like a true drug addict, he "abuses" this drug as much as possible. he isn't afraid to go over the edge, as, unlike his wife, you let him that way. you let him take out all of his anger and frustrations out on you, let him yell out profanities and venom at you. let him control over you and your body, abusing it in the way he loves, marking it red and purple.

and when you, like a drug, have completely taken over him, he cannot help but feel the absolute euphoria. he sees the stars, the true meaning of his life, the true meaning of life. when you are running through the veins of his body, riding him like some waves, he has to hold onto the cold bars surrounding the two of you to ground himself.

when you are intertwined with him in the deepest part, practically connected to each other's bodies, he cannot latch away from you. he doesn't want to latch away from you. the sheen of sweat acting as some cheap glue.

it's like this does he think he is fullfilled. it's like this does he wish that he could be intoxicated by you forever. forever being numb from all of the constant pains he receives from his "fans", the media, hell, even his wife. he wishes he could stay with you, forever.

but of course, a drug is temporary until you take it again.

in the end, when the sensations become too much and is shaking, trembling, overdosing on you, does he realize how addicted he is. addicted to you. and goddamn, does he realize he is fucked.

he got trapped in by you. you trapped him.

I'ma BIGGGGGG sucker for this trope for some reason even tho i do not condone irl. BUT GAHDAM THIS WAS HOT AS HELL. MEANIE PROF CHAN YEZ PLS

Sex Education

Genre: teacher!Chan, legal student!reader, smut

Warnings: teacher x student relationship, unprotected sex, size kink, corruption kink, cunnilingus, slight spanking, praise kink, cockwarming

Request: no

Member: Chan

Y/N sighs as she opens her textbook. She's never been one to care about her sexual status - in fact, she never even thought about it until today.

The entirety of lunch, her friends had been making fun of her for still being an "angelic virgin", as they put it - they were all extremely sexually active, and for some reason after being made fun of it for the better part of an hour, Y/N can't stop thinking about it.

She doesn't know whether she's upset or not about all the teasing … all she knows is she's been clenching her thighs together ever since she got to her last lesson, and she has no idea why.

Y/N watches as Mr Bahng walks into the classroom. She can't help but let her thoughts wander as her gaze lingers on her math's teacher smart appearance; is he sexually experienced like all of her friends? For some reason she can't imagine him going home and having sex with anyone …

She clears her throat and violently shakes her head. No. She can't be thinking such explicit things about a teacher … that's completely inappropriate. Clearing her mind, Y/N looks down at her book as her thighs tighten under her desk, and she's unaware of her teacher's gaze on her.

It's not long before the last lesson finishes. Y/N is slipping her books away into her bag in a daze when Mr Bahng's soft voice calls out to her.

"Y/N? Can you stay behind after class, please? There's something I want to discuss with you," Mr Bahng says, leaning back in his seat. His slender fingers casually spin a pen around, and Y/N is taken aback at his request. Am I in trouble?

She does as he says, despite the strange looks from her classmates. Her friends cock their heads to the side, questioning her with their eyes.

Y/N shrugs. "Just go on without me. I'll text you."

They leave the room and soon Y/N is alone in the classroom with her teacher. She zips her bag up and is unsure whether she should get up and go to his desk or not; she's saved further pondering when Mr Bahng gets up from his seat and walks over to her.

Y/N can't help but gulp as he approaches her. He's always intimidated her; intense gaze, perfectly slicked back hair, crisp white shirts, their sleeves rolled to the elbow - his forearms are lightly veined and she can't help but stare as he tucks his hands into his pockets, his blazer left on the back of his seat.

She watches as he reaches the desk next to hers. He pulls out the chair and spins it around before sitting down on it, his arms leaning against the top of the back rest.

"Don't worry," he suddenly says, and a small dimple flashes in his cheek as he smiles. "You're not in any trouble."

"Oh," Y/N says faintly. He's so close to her that she can smell his cologne; it's woody and fresh, with an intoxicating base layer of sweet warmth. Y/N feels strange. She doesn't know whether it's because being anywhere near a man has always intimidated her because her father left, or because of another reason.

She clears her throat and smooths her skirt over her rigid thighs.

"I noticed you looked a little down earlier," Mr Bahng says. "You're always quiet, but today you seemed like there's a lot on your mind. Just wanted to ask if you're okay?"

Y/N blinks at him. She's unfamiliar with this sort of thing - an adult, asking how she is? She doesn't remember the last time anyone asked her how she was; she gulps, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm fine, sir. Just … tired," Y/N says. She tries for a smile - it must falter because Mr Bahng looks at her with slight pity that makes it hard for her to breathe.

He leans back against the desk, watching her intently. "Y/N, this is a safe space, okay? I'd like it if my students felt comfortable enough to confide in me … about anything. It doesn't have to be school related, it can be about anything that's bothering me. You can tell me anything, okay?"

Y/N nods. She's unsure what else one would say in such a situation.

Especially since the man's voice is doing strange things to her stomach. Things she's never felt before.

"So … what's bothering you?" Mr Bahng asks.

"I don't know … " Y/N bites her lip. Should she tell him?

Mr Bahng raises an eyebrow, willing her to go on.

So she takes a deep breath and looks down at her knees under the desk. "I'm a virgin," she blurts out, and Mr Bahng's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. "And my friends make fun of me for it."

He's not sure what he was expecting, but this was definitely not it. Mr Bahng doesn't know what to say for a moment, temporarily robbed of his words. He shifts position; something about those three words are doing things to the comfort of his trousers.

"Oh?" Mr Bahng lets out a quiet chuckle. "I uh … wasn't expecting that."

"I'm sorry sir."

"No it's okay," Mr Bahng gently places a hand on her arm; Y/N jumps, the contact making her inhale sharply. "I'm glad you told me."

A short silence passes between the both of them; it's not awkward, but almost as though the man is trying to gather his thoughts.

"I'm sorry about your friends," Mr Bahng continues. "You know, you don't have to sex if you don't want to. Don't listen to the things they say to you."

"But that's the thing," Y/N bites her lip again, fiddling with her skirt. "I do want to have sex. I don't know what any of it's like and I want to know."

Mr Bahng swallows. He really should tell her something like 'you'll find out when you're ready' and send her away - she's his student.

But at the same time … he is a teacher. Surely teachers don't just have to teach maths …

"I could teach you … " Mr Bahng says slowly. "If you wanted."

Y/N's head snaps up in shock. "W - what?"

"I can teach you how to have sex," Mr Bahng says, more confident now as he leans closer to her. "I mean, I am your teacher after all."

Y/N exhales shakily. She knows the right thing is to say no. But gosh, the way he looks at her with those dark eyes …

"Okay," she whispers. "Teach me."

"You're sure?" Mr Bahng asks. "We don't have to, if you don't want this."

"No, I want to," Y/N breathes. "I want you to teach me how to have sex."

Chan smiles then. He reaches out and gently runs his thumb over the girl's chin, brushing it over her lower lip. Her breath hitches at the contact and her eyes flutter shut, her breath warm puffs against the man's finger.

"Have you had your first kiss yet?" Mr Bahng asks. "I'm sure you have."

Y/N shakes her head against his touch. "I haven't."

"You haven't?" Mr Bahng's eyes widen in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Yeah … " Y/N replies. Her cheeks grow warmer by the second, and the faint touch from the older man's touch is sending her slowly but surely into a heated frenzy.

Mr Bahng smiles. He suddenly stands up and holds his hand out to her. "Come with me," he says.

Y/N stares at his hand; it's slender, veiny, and incredibly attractive. She takes his hand and he pulls her out her seat, lacing his fingers slowly through hers as he leads her down the length of the classroom to his large desk.

"One second," Mr Bahng lets go of her hand and walks to the classroom door; he locks it quietly before pulling down the blind over the small window. The man smiles when he turns around again, Y/N biting her lip as he seems to get taller and taller the closer he gets to her. "Better be careful, hmm?"

"Now, where were we?" Mr Bahng sits down in his large chair, his legs spread casually as he looks up at the girl. "Oh yes. Your first kiss. Come here, baby girl."

Baby girl. Y/N's mouth practically waters at the pet name; she suddenly feels very small and very shy in front of this man. She can't do anything but listen to him, letting his hands guide her so that she's suddenly sat straddling his lap, looking down at those intoxicating eyes of his.

With one hand, he caresses her jaw and brings her face closer to his - he cups her face before closing his lips over hers.

Y/N immediately moans; her body is pressed up against him and she can't help but arch her back further into him as his plump lips kiss hers, each stroke of his lips sending heat and shivers down her spine. His hands travel over her body and seem to stop over her ass where he slips fingers up her skirt before squeezing her plush behind.

"Mmm," Y/N moans into his mouth; Mr Bahng smiles as he seizes the opportunity to let the tip of his tongue stroke her lower lip. When she gasps, he slides his tongue inside her mouth and sucks her tongue gently, letting the wet muscle slide against hers in a manner that makes Y/N automatically grind her hips into his.

"Such a good little girl," Chan breathes as he moves his mouth against her jaw. His hands are large compared to her body and he easily cups her in them, the size difference only making Y/N melt further into a submissive pile of nerves. "Aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," Y/N whimpers. She's panting heavily with anticipation as the older man's head begins to duck further, his teeth ever so slightly grazing her throat. "I'm … a good girl."

"My good little girl," Mr Bahng continues; he's reached the collar of her shirt, and Y/N's chest is heaving with her shallow breaths. She watches with wide eyes and trembling thighs as Mr Bahng stares into her eyes, his slender fingers slowly unbuttoning her shirt to the middle. Once he's reached the middle of her torso, Mr Bahng slowly pushes the crisp material away and bites his lip at the sight of Y/N's breasts rising and falling against the cups of her pink bra.

"Sir … I feel … strange," Y/N breathes.

"What kind of strange, baby girl?" Mr Bahng asks as he ghosts his fingers over her deep cleavage. He palms his hands over them, pushing them up slightly and making Y/N's thighs squeeze around his.

"Like … I have a heartbeat down there," Y/N whispers. Her core seems to be pulsing and clenching with its own accord, the sensation making her squirm. "My tummy feels like it's full of butterflies."

Mr Bahng smiles as he strokes his fingers over her bra. "That's a good thing, baby girl. Let it happen."

With a moan of acknowledgement, Y/N watches as Mr Bahng pushes her bra down; her breasts spring free, swollen with pleasure and hard at the nipples. The sight is so wrong to her that it sends exhilaration down her body in pleasurable tingles as Mr Bahng begins to fondle her breasts.

When he leans forward and clamps his mouth around one of her enlarged nipples, Y/N whines. She looks down, watching in fascination as her math's teacher sucks her breasts seductively, his tongue trickling saliva all over her sensitive skin and making her continue to squirm all over his lap.

"You're such a pretty little thing," Mr Bahng groans around her breast. His other hand caresses the other one, his fingers flicking its nipple and sending waves of pain and pleasure through her skin. "I always wondered what your uniform was hiding."

Y/N's eyes widen; Mr Bahng laughs, and he suddenly picks her up from her lap before setting her down on the desk in front of him. "Surprised, little one? I don't know if I should admit this or not, but believe me … I've had plenty of boners thinking about it."

The stunned girl moans at his words; she gasps when he suddenly spreads her legs, her skirt flipping up over her thighs and exposing her drenched underwear. The pale pink is now a dark pink, and Mr Bahng's eyes flood with dark lust as he realises just how wet his favourite student is from his touch.

Mr Bahng pulls his chair closer to the desk before he rests his fingers on the insides of Y/N's thighs. "You smell so good, pretty baby," Mr Bahng groans; he slides his hands down her legs, gently snapping the tops of her stocks over her thighs and making the girl squeal from the feeling. He takes his time using his hands, massaging over legs before spreading them wider, and pushing them back so she's half laying on the desk.

"Let's get rid of this," Mr Bahng whispers against the curve of her thigh; his thumb pushes against the wet fabric of her underwear and Y/N jumps, her breasts shaking against her bra. She gulps as he pulls them down her legs, and when his eyes widen at the sight of her already dripping over his desk, she flushes.

Mr Bahng trails his fingers lightly over her folds; he parts them with both his hands, exposing her completely to him before he winks up at her. Then he closes the distance between her lower lips and his mouth, his lips kissing the top of her pulsating area before he licks over her wetness.

"Sir … " Y/N whines, her breath getting stuck in her throat as her teacher begins a slow rhythm of his tongue lapping at her folds. "What … what are you doing?"

"Shh, pretty baby girl," Mr Bahng hums against her citoris; his voice vibrates throughout her and she moans, her body shuddering. "Just focus on the feeling, okay? Sir is going to show his pet such a good time that she's going to come back begging for more at the end of every class."

Biting her lip at that, Y/N does as she's told. She gets rid of any more curious questions and watches through slitted eyes as he continues to push her folds apart, the very tip of his tongue licking against her swollen clit and the flat of his tongue lapping at her hole.

He slowly increases his pace, and with every lick, he moans against her folds; Mr Bahng breathes heavily as he smiles up at the girl who's a squirming mess on his desk, her cheeks red and her eyes fluttering shut as wonder floods her face with evident pleasure. The sight of her naked in his classroom makes his cock continue to strain against his trousers, and he moans as he continues to eat his student's pussy.

"Sir," Y/N suddenly pants; her eyes are wide and her thighs have begun to tremble even more. "It … it feels like … like I'm going to pee. It feels weird … "

"That's normal baby girl," Mr Bahng hums. "Don't hold it back … let everything go, my pretty girl."

His words seem to have a igniting effect on her body for she suddenly can't help but scream; her entire body tenses and she digs her fingernails into the wood of the desk as an overpowering sensation floods though. She feels as though she's burning in the best way, her core pulsing and clenching as pleasure continues to rip through her. It makes her breathless and she shuts her eyes, arching completely off of the desk as her breasts push against her shirt.

"Sir," Y/N half sobs; she looks down and is shocked when she sees the desk wet beneath her. She feels sticky, her ass slipping against the wood as she sits in her own release. "That felt … " she trails off, completely lost for words.

She's taken aback when Mr Bahng collects her juice with his fingers; after running them through her folds, he sucks the glistening liquid off of his fingers, and Y/N's eyes widen.

"You're such a good little girl, baby," Mr Bahng stands up then, and now that he's hovering over her naked form, Y/N shivers. "You taste so sweet … I could eat you for hours."

"Sir … " Y/N flushes again and looks away; she gasps when Mr Bahng cups her jaw and turns her face to look at him again, and when le leans down to kiss her mouth, she's shocked to taste herself on him.

Mr Bahng pulls back after a while, his hands squeezing her breasts. He kisses her forehead before he starts to slowly unbuckle his trousers, the leather and metal falling to the floor with a loud clang.

"Ready for the next part of your lesson, my pretty girl?" Mr Bahng strokes down her thighs and playfully slaps her ass; she bounces against the wood as she nods, wanting anything and everything this man can give her.

"Yes, please sir," Y/N moans.

She watches in a lust filled daze as Mr Bahng slowly pulls his cock out of his trousers; it's unlike anything Y/N thought it'd be like, and the way he's swollen on the tip of his long girth makes Y/N squirm further. She can feel herself growing wetter by the minute as she stares at Mr Bahng's hand wrapped around his cock, and she's sure she's almost about to drool.

"You think you can take sir's cock like a good girl?" Mr Bahng hovers over, gently stroking the head of his cock along her folds. "If you do, I'll reward you with another orgasm, baby girl."

"Yes," Y/N nods eagerly. "Yes, yes, yes."

"That's my girl," Mr Bahng cups her neck before he starts to push inside of her. "Oh, you're still so wet."

Y/N moans; the feeling is exquisite. He's as hot as she is, and the strange, smooth hardness pushing into her and moving her walls out of the way makes her buck her hips towards him. She's ever felt empty before, but with him slowly pushing inside of her, she suddenly feels full in a say she didn't know one could feel.

"Sir … " Y/N moans loudly; Mr Bahng throws her legs over her shoulders and he pulls her closer to her, her skirt half way up her stomach and her breasts bouncing with every movement. He smiles when he pulls out again, making Y/N cfy out at the feeling before he pushed in again, his balls slapping against her thighs.

"Baby girl, you're so adorable," My Bahng groans. "You're so tiny and yet you've taken all of my cock so well. Looks like you deserve a reward, hmm?"

Y/N nods with her wide eyes; she lets him hold the both of her wrists above her head as he starts to thrust into her, each thrust squelching wetly and filling the room with the most explicit sounds Y/N has ever heard.

"Sir it feels so good," Y/N chokes; her eyes have already begun to roll to the back of her head, not having yet come down from her previous high. "You feel so big."

With a loud groan, Mr Bahng suddenly pulls her thighs towards him; in a split second, she's on her knees on his chair, her breasts hanging over the top and her ass quivering in the air. She barely has time to process what just happened when she feels his hand fist in her hair at the nape of her neck, tugging lightly before he slams back into her again ftom behind.

They both gasp; the new position feels so different and Y/N can't help but let out a constant string of high pitched moans as Mr Bahng continues to pound onto her. Every stroke ensures the tip of his cock is stroking the sensitive spot inside of her, and soon Y/N is a whimpering, whining, completely flustered mess.

"Oh baby girl," Mr Bahng gently slaps her bouncing ass as he fucks her. She moans, the slap enhancing the pleasure and she begins to see white dots floating around her vision. "You're so beautiful. You're doing so well, my little baby."

She moans as she nods in acknowledgement; the same pressure from earlier has begun to build up inside of her and she grips hard onto the chair as Mr Bahng leans over her, his shirt cool against the hot of her back.

"Think you can cum all over sir's cock?" Mr Bahng whispers in her ear. The sight of her ass bouncing on his cock is making him struggle; the thought of being the first man to ever see her like this makes him shiver. "Let sir see his cock covered in his pet's juice."

"Yes, sir," Y/N gasps; two more thrusts later, she moans extraordinarily as her second orgasm rips through her. It's deeper this time, making her entire body shake and dip onto the chair, and she suddenly blacks out for a short while as the pleasure takes her to a completely different world.

"Good girl," Mr Bahng is panting, sounding almost strangled and incredibly sexy when she comes back to her senses. "You did such a good job, my baby girl."

Y/N can't help but smile as she collapses onto the seat; she doesn't even realise when Mr Bahng moves her again, and suddenly she's sat on his lap with him still inside of her. His shirt is suddenly gone and her cheek rests against his chest as his large arms wrap around her softly, hugging her as he lets her regain some of her strength.

"I'm so proud of you," he's whispering to her as he cards his fingers through her hair. He gently rubs circles into her back as he cradles her small body against his larger one. "I can guarantee none of your friends ever got fucked this good for their first time."

At that, Y/N can't help but giggle. She then yawns, and she curls her fingers over his chest as her core continues to clench around his cock. "Do I have to go now, sir?"

"No, baby girl," Mr Bahng kisses her temple. "You can stay here for as long as you want to."

Y/N smiles. She curls herself further around him, shutting her eyes. She doesn't particularly want to leave at all; something about this older man's aura has her in a chokehold, and she wants to stay with him inside of her for as long as she possibly can.

Even if he did mean what he said earlier …

Y/N swallows. Maybe seeing him everyday after class isn't such a bad idea.

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Is ramdan or whatever an excuse for you to not finish the series bcs a while back you said you’d release it but its not even here

theres a thing called researching love, please understand why i can’t 😭