Seungmin Hard Thought Visualizer

pleaseeeeeeee write something about minho's long hair, i'm begging and freaking out 😫😫😫

a/n: oh i’m screaming. this ask was made for me. i can’t do this. i’m going to go more feral than i already AM DHSKDJDHD

your hands tangle into his hair, strands of it spilling out of your fingers as you pull him closer to you. it’s so soft, silky and pillowy in your grip, unlike the way his teeth scrape over the skin of your throat. 

his lips don’t leave your neck as he lines himself up at your entrance, collecting your juices on him to make the slide easier. his cock passes over your sensitive clit and you arch up into him, bucking your hips against his. 

“in,” you gasp, repeating the action when he properly bites your neck and sucks at the spot. “inside of me, now.”

he leans over you with a chuckle, tufts of his dark hair falling over his face and shrouding him in darkness. his glinting eyes are peeking through the strands, catlike and squinted as he takes you in. his face goes slack as he sinks into you, eyelids fluttering closed in pleasure as he rocks into you slowly. his hair follows his movements, swinging back and forth as he moves in you, and you can’t help but be transfixed by it. 

your hand moves to tuck a bit behind his ears and you revel in how red his ear has turned. the lock slinks back out as quickly as it was tucked away, spurred on by how he’s started to fuck into you faster. you’re rewarded with a soft moan when you scratch a bit at his scalp and his movements stutter a bit. you try out a tug, a small piece of his hair locked between your fingers, and he gasps. that’s new.

he moves back to look at you with wide eyes, his cock forgotten and hard inside of you while he stared at you in reverence. 

“do that again,” he says, breathless. all hints of his precious confidence, his casual humor as he makes you fall apart under him, are done. you do what he says, taking more of his hair into your hand and pulling, harder than before. his entire body shudders as he collapses against you, head pressed into your neck to hide his whine as his hips pick back up in a harsh rhythm. 

usually, he loves to take his time with you, making you shake apart several times before finishing, your pleasure overriding his. but now, with your hands tangled into his long hair and tugging at it, his movements are almost wild as he fucks into you with a rare kind of desperation. he comes in you at the same time as you do, when you pull especially hard as you clench around him over and over. the room is filled with your moans twisting around each others’, pants and groans escaping into the air in bright colors. 

you release your hands as he pulls out, the sight of him almost sending you into a spiral. his hair is a mess, carefully crafted strands mussed up from your work. his face is flushed, a war of embarrassment and pleasure making itself known. 

“well,” he says, moving down your body until he’s a hair’s breadth away from your pulsing core. “looks like you discovered something new. don’t you think you deserve a reward, kitten?”

he dives in, lapping up his own release from your body, his tongue feeling perfect on your aching pussy. his hands move to grasp yours, guiding them to land on his head. 

oh. 

with his permission granted, you twine your fingers back into his hair like they belong there, pulling his head further into you and chasing your pleasure. he moans against you, the hum of it sending vibrations sparking up your spine. 

even when it becomes too much, when your oversensitivity takes control and every stripe of his tongue or brush of his lips makes you buck up, he keeps going. your hands fist into his hair, trying to tug him off of you but he just groans into you and keeps going, one arm reaching up to brace against your hips, holding you down against the bed. 

when you’re both laying in bed, teeth brushed and showered and in clean clothes, you tug experimentally at his hair. you can’t help the smile that takes over your face when he inhales sharply, sharp eyes flickering over you. 

“careful,” he drawls out, pulling you into him and trapping your hands between your bodies. 

you’re definitely using this knowledge to your advantage from now on. 

THIS LMFAO

when you try to reblog a post but it’s tagged “freaks dni” and your hand singes and burns like when a demon touches the bible

Chan Hard Thought Visualizer

So we all know chan is VERY strong and has quite the bit of stamina so hear me out ... Chris holding you in this position while you just take it😮‍💨

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(If links are missing that were there before sadly they do not work anymore, for the Twitter account has been suspended)

Damn this is a need 😮‍💨 Such good writing too😟

To Hyunjin, Edging is a Team Sport

Inspired by this lovely post, it crawled inside my brain and would not leave

warnings: afab reader, edging, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink and sub hyunjin if you squint but really you don't have to squint that much, light dirty talk

Smut under the cut :))

Being around Hyunjin was always hard. Dating him was difficult, and it wasn’t because of anything he was specifically doing. It’s just that. He was so distracting. Just looking at him from across the room was enough to get you going, and that had been the case long before you were together. And now that you had him? Well. It was, hard, to say the least, to keep your hands to yourself. 

Today was proving to be especially difficult in that regard. The two of you had gone out to get coffee and hopefully get some work done at a local cafe. You had gotten literally no work done, and it was all because your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend was sitting in front of you. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't keep your mind from slipping to all of the things you wanted to do to him… all of the things you wanted him to do to you.

“Jinnie?” You mumble softly

“Yes, love?” He lifts his head to look at you, and the eye contact nearly takes your breath away.

“Do you think maybe we could just head home? I’m having a really hard time focusing here and I think I could maybe get more done if we just head back?” As you spoke, you couldn’t help but glance down at his lips and then back up to his eyes quickly, hoping he hadn’t caught your gaze wandering. 

His lips slowly pulled into a small smile, so no hope of him not noticing then.

“Yeah we can go, are you sure you’re gonna keep working when we get back though? Or do you maybe want to, ah, work, on something else?” His eyes were practically sparkling, he loved to tease you about things like this. It wasn’t your fault he was literally sculpted by the gods, ok? 

“Hmm I don’t know, it depends on how much work you’re willing to put in, love.” 

So ok. Maybe you really like to tease him back. Most of the time things start out this way, the subtle push and pull, teasing each other until one of you can’t stand it anymore and gives in. You find yourself blushing lightly at the thought of it. God, you want him so bad.

“I definitely feel like I have a lot of energy to put into the job today, if we’re lucky maybe we can make this last for hours.” 

He smiles again, quickly standing up from his seat and starting to gather his laptop and notes. You follow suit, and soon the two of you are in the car, and then walking up to the door of your apartment. Mere moments after closing the front door, you find yourself pressed against it, pinned there by your boyfriend as he leans in and starts placing light kisses along the side of your neck.

You tilt your head to the side to give him better access, and he begins to bite a little bit along with his kisses. It sends delicious shivers down your spine, and you can feel your stomach tightening already at the sensation. It really was ridiculous how fast he was able to turn you on, get you wet and begging for it. 

After a moment, he lifted his head from your neck to look into your eyes, and you felt another wave of arousal wash over you when you see his attraction to you written all over his face.

“Baby, do you think we could try that thing today, what we talked about last week?” 

His voice was soft, almost a little shy, which was something you didn’t see on him all that often.

“Fuck yes, please,” you reply, and it comes out far more like a whimper than you originally intended. But to be fair to you, last week the two of you had talked about the idea of edging each other for at least an hour, fucking each other and stopping whenever either of you was close, going until you were both needy and squirmy and begging for it, and now he wanted to actually do it? Now? You were going to die a happy death. 

He leans in, kissing your lips for just a moment before pulling back,

“Head to the bedroom?” He asks, cocking his head to the side slightly.

“Hell yes.” You giggle in response and follow him down the hallway.

Once in the bedroom, you quickly remove your shoes and socks before settling back onto the bed and waiting for him to come to join you. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed and he swiftly walks between your legs, immediately bending down to resume the kiss. 

Eagerly you wrap your arms around his neck and return the kiss, and within minutes you find yourself getting impatient. You knew what was coming, you wanted it. Wanted him.

“Jinnie please, hurry up.” You whine softly. 

He chuckles but moves to remove your shirt and push you back further onto the bed. He clearly wants this just as bad as you do, and that fact becomes clear when he grinds down on you lightly and you feel that his cock is already starting to get hard.

“Oh, baby you’re getting hard already? I thought the plan was to edge each other for hours how will we manage it if you’re already this sensitive?” You feign concern as if feeling him being affected by you hadn’t made you leak into your underwear. 

He ignores your words and begins kissing down your neck again. This time though he’s clearly intending to leave marks, and it makes heat rush through you. You love having his marks on you, you love being his in every way possible. 

You tip your head back and moan softly as he makes his way down to a nipple, licking over it gently, You know that you’re already wet enough to soak through your underwear, and it’s just getting worse the longer he stays at your chest alternating between licking and biting you all over. His long black hair brushes against your skin as he continues his ministrations, and you can’t wait to see it hanging over his face as he hovers over you, fucking you until you're begging him to cum inside you, to fill you up and make you his. 

The thought makes you whine, and this makes him stop and look up at you.

“Hm? Something especially good going on in that head of yours?” He smiles softly and it's so unfair that he can be this sexy and just plain adorable at the same time.

“Yeah,” you breathe “Just thinking about you cuming inside me later once we’re both so worked up. I bet it’s gonna be a lot, after all that edging.” 

Your words have the desired effect, as his eyes darken and his hips buck forward in response.

“Shit,” he mumbles, pulling away from you only to undo the buttons on your pants and begin to pull them down.

You wiggle out of them, and pull your underwear down as well, now fully naked and spread out in front of him.

He looks you over, gaze filling with want. It makes you impossibly wetter to see him watching you like that, and you shiver a little at the intense expression on his face.

“God, you’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my cock.” You whine in response and sit back up slightly.

“Hurry up then, take off your clothes, please?” He complies, rushing to remove his sweater and jeans, and then there he is in his full glory.

His cock is fully hard now, and its 8 long inches curve upwards in a way that makes your mouth water. Fuck you need him inside you, preferably right now.

You know he won’t have that though, insisting on fingering you to get you ready for him every time the two of you have sex and honestly you can’t even bring yourself to complain. His fingers feel so good.

He moves back so he’s resting between your legs, and slowly drags a finger across your cunt feeling how wet you are. 

“So wet for me already love?” He smiles that charming smile again and it makes your hips buck upwards.

“Please Jinnie- can you just-” 

“Yeah, I’ve got you.” He replies before gently sliding a finger into you.

It literally burns it feels so good. The moan you let out is far louder than what should be warranted by one finger but he just makes you feel so good. He begins to thrust it in and out of you slowly, adding a second finger a few moments later after you’ve adjusted to the first. He isn’t curving his fingers to find that spot within you that makes you writhe with want, at least not yet, and you’re grateful that the edging hasn’t really started at this point.

After one more finger and many more minutes of slow fingerfucking and kisses on your inner thighs, you start whining louder and louder.

“Jinnie please, I’m ready for you, I’m so ready I need you inside please.” And maybe you should be embarrassed that you’re begging already, but he always brings this out in you. Want and heat and lust, plain and simple.

He nods and removes his fingers, positioning himself over you to drag his cock along your pussy, coating it with your wetness.

He moans softly as he does so, and you feel your legs trembling with anticipation. Slowly, painfully slowly, he slides the tip into you and then stops.

Fuck. Even just the tip is enough to make you feel crazy as you squirm trying to get more of him into you. 

So slowly it almost hurts he continues to slide in, and the slow speed makes you feel insane because you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he fucks into you. 

After what feels like years he bottoms out, breathing deeply as he hovers over you. He’s already starting to sweat a little, and ok. Look. Maybe this is a little bit gross but nothing on this earth is hotter than Hyunjin when he’s dripping sweat, especially when he’s dripping sweat onto you as he fucks you hard, his hair sticking to his face with the amount of sweat covering it as he works to fuck you the way you want it. The way you need it.

“Shit, you feel so good around me. It’s gonna be so hard to keep from cumming, oh fuck,” he whines a little, and you can tell it’s taking a lot of effort for him to not start moving right away.

“You can move, Hyunjin, please move.”

And oh, does he move. He immediately sets a pace that's slow but intense, and for a second you’re worried you might cum on the spot and ruin the whole plan as he hits your g-spot on his first full thrust back in. 

“Fuck..” you moan, and move your legs up to wrap around his waist. 

He’s breathing hard in time with his thrusts as he continues to move, picking up speed slightly as time goes by. You’re practically out of your mind as he continues, every nerve ending in your body feels like it's sparking, and you can feel yourself getting wetter around his cock. 

A particularly hard thrust makes both of you moan out, and then suddenly he’s swearing softly under his breath and hurrying to pull out of you. You can feel his hips twitching ever so slightly as he struggles to calm his breathing.

“Oh baby, were you close already?” Some of your mocking tone gets lost in how breathless you sound, the fact that you were able to get him to the point of cumming so fast is so fucking hot.

“Ah, fuck, yeah. Just, just give me a second and I’ll keep going.” He breathes, continuing to shake slightly as he hovers over you. After another minute or so he lines his cock back up with your entrance and slowly starts to push in. 

He chokes out another moan as he goes, and honestly, the best part of this plan is how many times he’s going to get to push all the way into you after stopping for a while. You’re obsessed with how good it feels to be filled, the addictive feeling of his cock spreading you open just for him. He’s getting so deep with every thrust, hitting right on the spot that makes you feel like melting into a puddle of pleasure. You’re letting out little whimpers with each thrust, and it’s so good, it’s so good, and then suddenly he’s gasping again and pulling out.

“Oh shit, oh fuck oh my god.” He whines out and tips his head back, hips twitching with the want to fuck back into you and cum deep inside. He’s so beautiful like this, it’s your favorite way to see him. Gently you run your hands along his back as he takes deep breaths.

Eventually, once he’s calmed down once again, he pushes back in.

“Oh fuck, Jinnie, fuck.” You moan out loudly as he starts his fast pace again, this time thought he brings a hand down to your clit and begins to rub small circles on it as he thrusts.

Pleasure races through you, you’re not going to be able to last at all like this oh my god. He’s sweating more and his hair is beginning to stick to his face from the moisture, his skin is flushed red and he has an expression of pure bliss on his face. This man who looks like a literal Greek god looks on the verge of orgasm and all because he’s fucking you, and it’s suddenly too much and you’re gasping and pushing at him.

“I’m gonna- fuck-  stop I’m gonna cum Jinnie-” he quickly stops his ministrations and pulls out, and this time it's both of you shaking with the effort to not keep going, the edge so close you can taste it.

“You’re so gorgeous darling, fuck I love seeing you like this.” He runs a hand gently along the outside of your thigh as you take deep breaths and attempt to calm down. After a moment you reach down and bring his cock closer to your pussy again.

“You’re ready?” he asks.

“Yes, get back inside me please.” Both of you let out desperate-sounding moans as he enters you again. 

It’s so wet, the slide is so smooth. Getting edged always makes you literally drip with want, and you’re sure there’s already a puddle forming underneath you.

Hyunjin seems to be thinking the same thing, as he whines softly and says “Fuck you’re so wet, god, you feel so good, oh shit,” he tips his head back again and brings his hand down to your clit once again.

It only takes another minute before he is pulling out again. The next time both of you are gasping and pushing each other away at the same time, and you sit up to really look at him. He looks so gorgeous, and you tell him so. 

He’s dripping sweat, breathing hard, and shaking a little. His beautiful (who would have thought you would ever call a dick something like “beautiful”) cock is red and swollen at the tip, leaking so much precum it's dripping down the side and onto the sheets. You can’t believe that this wonder of a man is all yours.

“Kiss me, please.” He complies, leaning forward and immediately connecting your lips.

You kiss for another minute, and then the two of you are calmed enough for him to slide inside of you again.

He can’t seem to stop himself from letting out these soft, high-pitched moans with each thrust, and it's so hot it makes your head spin. He reaches up a hand to run through his hair and push it away from his face and. Oh my god. Just that action has you suddenly on the edge again, begging him to stop.

“Fuck Hyunjin you’re so hot I literally think you could look at me for long enough and I would cum.” You giggle a little as you say it, finding it ridiculous, if true.

“Do you think, this time, we could actually finish? I’m dying here I think I might cum on the spot the next time I push into you.” He says a response, and you nod eagerly.

“C’mon, get back inside me and fill me up then.” 

He does as he’s told, and now that he knows he’s allowed to cum it’s like a damn has broken inside him.

“Fuck baby, can I cum inside you please? Please I’ve been so good, I’ve been fucking you so good, can I cum? Get you all messy and full, please? Ah- love- please oh fuck-” 

Your head is spinning, getting closer with every thrust, every word he speaks. 

“Yes you can, Jinnie please cum inside me please, fill me up, oh god,” you whine, feeling your own high approaching again.

“Oh I’m- it’s happening I’m gonna-”

You watch as his features contort in pleasure as he throws his head back and cums, the feeling of his cock twitching and spilling inside you as he pumps you full of his cum is enough for you, and you follow him over the edge with a long moan of his name.

Honestly, you might black out for a second, because the next thing you know he’s collapsed on top of you softly kissing your neck.

“Are you ok there love?” He whispers.

“Yeah, you just fucked me so good I knocked out there for a second I think.” You look over to see a silly smile stretch across his face, he’s looking very pleased with himself about all of this.

You pull him in for a slow kiss, running your hands through his sweat-slicked hair.

“We have to do this again.” He murmurs against your lips.

“Oh definitely, but I wanna ride you next time.”

THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN BYE- I FINISHED IT SO QUICK. IMA READ IT AGAIN </3

GENRE ⭑ SMUT ! FLUFF ! ANGST !

warnings — mentions of cheating, alcohol, swearing.

WC ☆ 4k+

Teaser

"Are you telling me I'm blind? You saw the picture, Yeonjun. Are you going to try to tell me any different?" you weren't shouting, you sounded simply defeated, eyes puffy from crying. Ignoring your bleeding heart, you refused to shed any more tears. He flinched at your harsh words. You never called him that, it's only ever been 'Junnie'. But you had to be harsh. If you didn't put up this cold façade you would fall into pieces on the floor, unable to pick yourself up.

xxx

He couldn't answer, it was true. Horrified, he watched you zip up your black duffel that you had hastily packed with some of your belongings.

"That's what I thought.", you laughed in disbelief, grabbing the bag off the bed you shared with him for the past year of your three long years together. He followed you out of the bedroom, trying to stammer out some sort of rebuttal.

"I was black-out drunk, y/n. I don't even fucking remember it! Okay, look, I know that's not an excuse. I fucked up. Please, baby, let's talk through this. I can't lose you..", he darted past you trying to keep you from getting any closer to that front door. If you reached the door... he didn't even want to think about the end of "us".

"Don't you dare call me 'baby'! You should have thought of that before putting yourself in a situation where you ended up plowing some bitch the moment she came onto you!", you sighed, you had let yourself get worked up again. It was laughable, about the most cliche thing you'd ever heard. Who hasn't been drunkenly cheated on? Taken aback, by the entirety of it, you never thought this would happen to you. Yeonjun wasn't perfect, yet you could have easily said he'd never cheat before today.

"Yeonjun, even if I stayed. How am I supposed to forgive you? How am I supposed to forget? These hickies on your neck? I didn't make them, someone else did. The humiliation I'll face if I stay with you? I love you, Yeonjun, but I can't. Taehyun will be here for my things.", you stepped around him, not meeting his eyes. You didn't need to, you could hear his crying loud and clear.

"Y/n, please. You don't need to send your brother, you can just... please. I'm begging you..", you heard the thud of his knees as they hit the floor and you halted in your place. Because you would never forget, you couldn't turn around. Because you would never forget, you couldn't look at him. It takes everything not to give in, holding back your own dejected tears.

The notification of a new message; a photo. Tranquil, you slid the lock across your phone screen on the new notification bar. Heart in your throat as you took in the image, your mind was cracking at the edges. Surely it wasn't real. How could it not be? The dumb bitch sent you a selfie of your one and only Yeonjun laying naked, passed out on her bare chest. Hickies adorned over both of them. It was indisputable. She finally got what she wanted.

For the past year, after she transferred in her third year of university, she had her eye on your boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. It wasn't that she liked him. It has been irrefutable that THE Choi Yeonjun was far out of her grasp and she was the type to want something she couldn't have. Something you thought she couldn't have. Somehow, merely one frat party was all it took for her to pulverize everything. The dreadful remembrance overcame the wall that had barely begun to form around your heart. Bitterly, you laughed as your ceaseless tears fell to the floor with each step, leaving everything behind you.

A few somber months passed. Though it took two separate invitations and rejections, you were invited out for coffee with Yeonjun's "ex" best friend, Soobin. Needless to say, you had gotten to know the timid giant over the past few years and still held a good amount of trust in him. It was wrong to punish him for something he had no involvement in: he didn't gain any knowledge on what happened until after you had left. Soobin had been a good friend to you and it was just coffee.

As kind and gentle as ever, he paid for your drinks and pastries, bringing them to a table in the less populated area of the café. Somehow the meek bunny of a man easily drew out laughter and endless chatter from your battered heart. This was the most you've spoken since before.

Halfway through your chocolate-filled croissant, A broad figure stopped at your table, trapping you in.

You'd recognize your ex-boyfriend of three years anywhere. For lack of better words, he looked terrible. Purple dark circles grimly signified just how little he was sleeping. His cheeks had little color and seemed hollowed. He had lost so much weight, anyone else wouldn't have recognized him. You ignored the pang in your chest and the care you felt for him as a wave of furious anger boiled from inside.

"Soobin, what in the actual fuck?! Are you fucking kidding me??!", you scowled at the bunny you had defended in your head.

"No, y/n, don't blame him. I made him do this. Please, I just want to talk.", Yeonjun quickly intervened, preventing you from any further tearing into Soobin, who squinted his eyes shut tightly to brace himself for your rage.

"Get out of my way, I'm leaving." You stood, just about chest to chest with the man who had been the love of your life, looking up at him as if you were deciding whether to slap him or just decapitate him. He felt, either way, he deserved it.

"Please, give me 20 minutes, if after that you don't want to see me ever again I will respect your wishes.", Yeonjun pleaded, you could vaguely see the tears starting to pool, glossing over his eyes deep brown eyes that had lost nearly all their color.

"You have 15.", you hugged and sat back down in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. Soobin took that as his queue to get out of dodge, bowing in apology before scurrying away so Yeonjun could take his seat.

"I've missed you so much, y/n.", he spoke almost in a whisper. You opened your mouth to cut him off but he quickly interjected, voice soft as ever.

"Please, for now, just listen?", he looked at you through his lashes, eyelids, all of him fatigued from fighting each passing day. Nodding, you agreed, avoiding eye contact so you didn't have to feel guilty, seeing how ruined he was. You could see his fingers playing with each other from the corner of your eye as he fidgeted nervously.

"I know what I did was so incredibly fucked up and I would spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. But you're my other half, I need you.

You don't have to accept right now, I'll give you as much time as you need. I'll never stop waiting for you. I beg you to think about it, y/n. Give us another chance. We can start over, yea? We had over three incredible years together and I fucked it up after I let myself have too much to drink. I will never allow myself to be in a situation like that ever again. I know I don't deserve another chance, yet here I am being selfish. Dragging my friends down with me just to get my sorry ass another shot with the best thing that ever happened to me." He grew silent, gaze caught on the table, tears incessantly streaming down his face.

Your heart throbbed. Never had you stopped loving him. However, while it had healed some, you still had an open wound on your heart that just wouldn't go away. Looking at the broken man in front of you, you yearned to tell him then and there that you felt the same. You may not look it but life without him wasn't life at all.

Thanks to the benevolence of your brother, Taehyun, and your best friend, Beomgyu, you had survived. Even so, there wasn't a day that went by without even the most minute thing reminding you of your lost soulmate.

Maybe the time apart was what you needed to be able to try again. If you were being honest, if he had come to you a week earlier, even. You would have still been too hurt to consider.

However, this was now. In life, you only get one soulmate and he was yours. You retrieved your phone from your purse, pulling up his contact and unblocking him.

He looked absolutely baffled as you typed at your phone for a moment without answering. Was there something on that phone that was more important? He lowered his head once more, heart laying in pieces once again after he had collected each scattered piece to bear to you only minutes ago.

The time you stopped typing matched with the ding he received on his phone, the only reason he'd have pulled it out at a time like this. He sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his wrist, and pulled out his phone to see you had texted him.

"I need a little more time, Junnie.", read the text. Unable to ignore the flutter of hope in his heart, a faint blush appeared over his cheeks, barely distinguishable from the redness that was already there due to his crying session not long ago.

"I understand." He nodded and wiped away the rest of his tears, caring very little at the few stares they were still receiving. He stood and fixed himself up a bit before turning around to leave. Maybe it was too early to have hope but if space was what you needed to be able to possibly make that decision, by god he'd give it to you.

"Junnie?", the desperation in your voice caught his ears and he swiftly turned back around, the gnawing at his heart almost agonizing as he heard you say his name, his nickname.

In the spur of the moment, no longer holding back from the feelings you tried so hard to hide, you threw yourself into your ex-lover's arms. he stumbled back, stunned by the sudden impact, feeling his body tense as you enclose your arms around his middle. the feeling of your body against his a familiar and welcome embrace but one he had not felt in months. Still, it wasn't long until his body relaxed, heart softening and his own arms naturally wrapping around you tightly, not ever wanting to let go.

Yeonjun, to your surprise, was the first to pull away. It was nearly too much for him, fresh tears pouring from his eyes. You blinked back your own tears, taking a step back, your eyes falling to the floor. Embarrassed, you tried to collect your composure but ended up standing there, rubbing your arm awkwardly.

"I'll give you as much time as you need, y/n", he nodded voice coming out broken before backing away gradually, turning on his heel and leaving through the café door, it ringing before he disappeared from your sights.

It took you exactly a week to call him. Only because Beomgyu and Taehyun refused to let you call him that very same night. They were less ready to forgive him than you were and they didn't understand that at first. Watching you experience that heartbreak firsthand, it would take a lot longer to gain their trust back.

"Take me on a date." You had said when he picked up the phone. It was hard to hold back your laughter after hearing the panicked tone in his voice as he said your name, wanting to make sure you had meant to call him. 'Endearing' is the word you would always use to describe him, and it still stuck, even now.

You turned into teenagers in love again. Going on dates until late at night, taking a million silly couples photos for Instagram, getting nervous at each touch of each other's hands and standing at the door when he dropped you off each time, not wanting the night to end. Part of you felt you shouldn't give in so easily, but it seemed like it would be so easy to pick up right where you left off. It wasn't as hard to forgive him and regain trust with one another than you thought it would be.

Eventually, you were letting him pick you up after class again, all was going fine and well until a certain girl took notice.

"I heard you and Junnie are back together, you don't deserve someone as delicious as him." the girl spat, cornering you into the wall next to the girl's bathroom; which you had just exited a few moments ago.

"And you do?" you said back, although it ended up coming out less harsh than you had hoped for.

"Pfft pathetic, do you really think he cares for you ?! When he so easily gave in to his desires and fucked me at the first chance he got?", knowing exactly the right words to get on your nerves. You felt a sharp needle pierce straight through your heart. But you had no time to worry about that, only needing a way to get out. 'Where is he..' you thought, Yeonjun had walked you to the bathroom, so he shouldn't be that far away?

She hadn't taken that into account; wherever you were, Yeonjun was not far behind. Her back blocking your view, you didn't notice that your savior was already coming down the corridor, it didn't take long for him to speed up his pace once he saw what was going on.

"I wouldn't call that desire but a mistake.", he tapped the girl's shoulder politely. When she snapped around, hearing the new voice entering the space, he gave her the biggest, most insincere smile he could muster along with a wave of his hand as rage started bubbling deep inside him.

"See, I can only imagine what fuckery you're spouting to my baby, but I didn't think you'd have the guts to come around after you jumped my bones while I was intoxicated, knowing it was the only way you could ever get to me after all the times I've turned you down.", the man waved his hands around in exasperation. Only then did his sarcastic smile fall.

"I don't deserve to be with HER. And YOU don't deserve to be in her presence so I'd like you to take whatever ever bitchy bullshit agenda you have and crawl back into whatever disgusting hole you came out of like the naked mole-rat that you are. You have nothing on her. Come on, y/n", he wrapped an arm over your shoulder, His glare livid as a supervolcano about to erupt, his actions unpredictable, any wrong move, and he could blow up and take the world out with him. He was pissed. at her. And most importantly at himself. She was a reminder of what he did, what he allowed to happen, that ultimately ruptured your relationship.

"I'm sorry she's still bothering you. I can promise you that she'll have nothing to do with us ever again.", he lowered his arm after turning the corner, praying he didn't make you uncomfortable. Consequently, you were still a little shaken, only nodding in response. He slowed his pace, giving you a moment to ground yourself.

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?", he rubbed both his sweaty palms against his dark-wash jeans anticipating your answer. Appreciating how he cared enough to ask, you nodded and held out your hand so he could intertwine his fingers with yours.

The interaction made anxiety burst out of your chest, moving hastily throughout the whole of your body, only settled by the way Yeonjun stood up for you; like he always had. a reminder that he always loved you, back then and now. He could be a ruinous wildfire to the world, but for you, a soft, warm breeze passing through a meadow filled with flowers of blues and pinks, a trickle of cool brook a delightful sound to your own ears, a safe place for you and your heart.

Both of you itched as you awaited your fourth date, he picked you up after your last class of the day, whisking you away in a taxi to the little mom and pop restaurant that had been both yours and Yeonjun's favorite all that time you lived together.

A fleeting thought; you remembered how the apartment you shared so many memories in was only minutes away. You stayed late talking to the owner, and Yeonjun denied a drink when offered a complimentary soju bottle. He didn't drink anymore. By the time the two of you were leaving, scattered drops of rain grew into a steady downpour.

"Do you remember the first time I said 'I love you?", he turned to you as you looked out into the heavy sheets of rain, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and letting out a soft chuckle.

Unintentionally, he had blurted it out first. He didn't know when he started feeling that way but now, for weeks, every time you spoke he could feel the words on the tip of his tongue.

Five months into your relationship, he walked you home from a much-needed, stress-relieving evening out.

Haplessly, it had started raining. Your brother's place was in running distance, but it started pouring so abruptly. There was no choice but to take shelter underneath (something). Howbeit, you still ended up soaked from head to toe, feet squishing in your shoes, marinated in rainwater.

Through laughter, chaste kisses, and shared eye contact, he drank in every little feature of your face and it slipped.

You nodded, reminiscing along with him for a moment, the sugary taste of nostalgia coated your mind until you noticed the distance closing between you and the 181.5 cm, fox-eyed man. The curve of his plush lips continuously held your attention and he took notice.

"Can I kiss you?", he whispered softly, if it hadn't been for his face merely inches from yours, you might have missed it. Another nod was all he needed to take your lips in his own in the tenderest of embraces. A quiet sob escaped your lips but he took it all for you, tears now falling like raindrops on stained glass, mixing with his. Callused thumb gently brushing away a freshly rolled set of tears, whilst he brought his other hand to the side of your face to cup your right cheek.

And with that, you gave in. Letting him take you home. His hands were gentle, treating you as if you were the most delicate bubble ever blown. Any harsh moves and you would pop in front of him at any second. So you kissed him harder, showing him you were okay, that you wouldn't break.

After not being intimate in months you were completely parched, you thirsted for his love, his touch, more than ever much like the dry valleys of Antarctica thirsted for a single drop of water, kept from them for nearly 2 million years. Yet, he was still timid, removing your drenched clothes piece by piece and lowering you back onto the bed you once shared. Admiring you as if you were a hand-painted portrait, he took his time leaving the lightest kisses on every inch of your body. Flowering them all over your collarbones, and trailing softly down the valley of your chest, only stopping at your tummy to press his forehead against it.

"You are so goddam beautiful, my love" he murmured into your body. He was finally feeling your skin again. If he thought about it anymore he'd surely cry, and now wasn't the time for that so he made his way further down past your hips, ghosting a kiss over your heat. His breath made you shiver, made all the thoughts you once had disappear, replaced by overwhelming need. Was he seriously teasing you right now?

"Junnie, please.", not caring how needy you sounded, you pleaded with him, needing to feel him, taste him, smell him, breathe him.

The sound of desperation in your voice, all for him, finally sent him over. Gentleness shrunk away, as he pulled you by your thighs to the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the hard floor, he threw your legs over his shoulders, diving hungrily into your wetness. Looking up at you with piercing eyes as he licked voraciously at your swollen clit, lapping up your dripping cunt. He loved tasting you but he never seemed this desperate to take you in the taste of your arousal before now. Your hands found their way into his hair gripping tightly as he sucked and licked at your cunt.

"J-junnie. Want you inside...", whining, you failed to push his head away, not wanting to wait another minute.

He moaned into your wetness kissing your pulsing clit before pulling away. His hand moved, thumb gathering your slick and rubbing it over your clit at a frustratingly slow pace, your eyes glossy as you quivered. Your head fell back, wet hair fanning over the sheets.

"You want me, baby? What do you say??" He spoke in a low alluring tone, his voice teasing you like sweet honey, licking your lips, you craved for him.

"Yeonieee, please...", he stood, wordlessly stripping himself of his underwear, his hard dick slapping against his stomach. He pulled you closer with one arm, his other hand taking his cock and pressing his head to your slit, pushing it up and down to coat it in your arousal, making you whine. Leaning down he placed wet open-mouthed kisses from your jaw down to your neck, leaving you completely breathless.

"Good girl." He whispered, as he slowly pushed himself into you until you met his hips, the both of you moaning in pleasure. Filling you up nicely, you could feel his cock touching the sides of your inner walls, you moan as you shut your eyes tightly, even now you still weren't used to his size. He started slow, rocking his hips into you, allowing your body to accommodate him, and watching as his cock disappears inside you and returns coated in your slick. Reveling in your warm tightness wrapped around him so nicely, he put one hand in your hair, leaning down to kiss you deeply.

Kissing back passionately, his lips tasted of cherry, oh how you missed these heated moments where nothing else in the world mattered apart from how he was making you feel. Breaking away the kiss, "Ahh... J-junnie." you felt around frantically for one of his hands, him taking it into his own, and intertwining your fingers. While leaning his body over you, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his neck in an attempt to feel his body even closer. 

"Junnie... please." his low thrusts coming to a halt. 

"Please, what, baby girl?" he asked, teasing you. "Please fuck me" and that's all he needed to hear from you, "Anything for you, baby." moaning against your neck, as he slid his cock out, the tip brushing against your g-spot, before pushing in again. Building up pace little by little, you could feel him twitch inside you.

He slid his cock out, the tip brushing against your g-spot, before pushing in again, taking his time to fuck you slowly, building up a pace little by little. Reveling in your warm tightness wrapped around him so nicely, he put one hand in your hair, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You turned your head slightly to pull away.

"Junnie, please go faster." You begged, he smirked at your desperate pleas, more than happy to comply. He followed your request, snapping his hips into you roughly, slamming past your g-spot and into your cervix repeatedly. Making you cry out, you were seeing white.

"So deep..." you whimpered. He growled in response, leaning back, gripping both of your hips tightly letting his nails dig into your skin as he pulled you to meet each uneven thrust. Skin slapping wetly as he fucked you harder, you dragged your nails down his biceps making him hiss out lightly.

"Baby, you feel so.... so fucking good. I love you....love you so much." He groaned, running his hand up your body and firmly grasping your breast as his gaze full of fervor locked with yours,  "so beautiful..."

"L-love you, Junnie. Love you... gonna cum. Junnie I'm gonna cum."

He reached to rub over your clit, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moaned loudly.

"That's a good girl. Cum on my cock, baby." He could feel you cumming around him, squeezing him tightly.

Rubbing your thigh softly, he rutted into you with jagged thrusts as he came deep inside, cum spilling out onto the sheets with each slowing thrust. He leaned over you, head falling into the crook of your neck.  Both of you breathed heavily, coming down from euphoria. This bliss with him was saccharine, it was healing. He was healing.

He stood, grabbing his discarded shirt, and started to work on cleaning you up. His touch was gentle once again as he wanted nothing more but to cherish you.

"Stay tonight?", he asked still a little breathless, only making fleeting eye contact as he tried to hide how badly he hoped for a yes to pass your lips.

"Yeah... I'll stay."

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Jisung using your body to feel good just like you've asked him to<3

Could do a Chan twt link, maybe some breeding 😏 thanks

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Chan links!

Chan would definitely fuck you like this (this link does not work anymore due to the Twitter account being suspended) after work, when he's been thinking about you all day. He's so worked up that when he finally finally gets to fuck you he doesn't even take his boxers off, instead opting to pull his cock out of them and pound you into your shared mattress raw <3

Chan loves cars. Well chan loves driving. Particularly though, he loves driving with you in the passenger seat, your thighs pressed together awaiting your destination. You practically moan in relief when your best friend pulls in the dimly lit parking lot (your usual spot). As soon as chan puts his black Rolls-Royce Wraith in park you're scrambling over to straddle him. Chocolate eyes scan down your body, and back up to meet your eyes. Chan squeezes your thigh and scoffs at your neediness, already grinding your hips down onto his. "Someone's needy today yeah, baby?" He raises his hips up so you can shimmey his jeans down. You only moan in response, making chan knot his fist in your hair and yanks the shell of your ear towards his lips. "Then get to work and maybe I'll cum inside you eh?"(link does not work anymore due to the Twitter account being suspended) And that you can definitely do.

WAHHH thank you for suggesting this! I definitely went wild here<3

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can we please have a hyunjin and lee know link? <3 tysm!

Ofc you guys canヾ(*’Ｏ’*)/

Lee know Hard Thought Visualizer

Whiny sex with him would be so cute don't even try to convince me otherwise.. It's so easy to find links for him oml I'm in minho BRAINROT.

Hyunjin Hard Thought Visualizer

I ALWAYS think of hyunjin when i see a link like this. The way he would hold you up against the wall, yeah struggling the tiniest bit, but ultimately keeping you up there is the HOTTEST thing.

(If links are missing that were there before sadly they do not work anymore, for the Twitter account has been suspended)

♡ Chan's Social Butterfly Class ♡

Author's note: Thank you for 600+ followers. I would love to hear your thoughts on my fics ♡ hope this makes your Monday better!

Characters: Chan x Y/N

Warnings: Smut, filthy dirty talk (lots of 'em. love it), unprotected sex, wall sex, slight cockwarming, petnames (baby, babygirl, cutie), a bit of silly jealousy, praises, softdom and slight harddom chan, shy y/n, slight strength kink, big dick chan, slight tit play

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Taglist: @luvsungiie @cheesytangerine @drhsthl (lmk if you want to be added/removed)

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Chan has always known that you're shy. The first time he ever met you, you literally didn't even speak a word to him other than a soft little "Hello". But Chan never judged you for it, he never took it personally and that's really one of the very reasons he got to wiggle his way to your heart - he never forced you to talk. 

It's also one of the main reasons why you decided to talk to him about your worries. Being a celebrity, talking to people is one of Chan's jobs and frankly, he actually enjoys it. What better way to learn than from the master himself, right?

But what you didn't anticipate is how he is going to teach you. 

And apparently, Chan thinks you're the best student when you're under him, all needy, naked and aroused for him.

"Baby, you're doing so well. Just five more questions and you'll get what you want, okay?" Chan coos, clearly enjoying this little quiz he came up with while he has his thumb slowly circling your clit - a reward for answering his previous question right. 

He's given you a convincing set of tips and tricks on socializing - even made cute little flashcards for you - but it's been a little hard concentrating because on one hand, you love the rewards but on the other, your brain is accustomed to getting whatever you want just by looking at your boyfriend.

Chan spoils you. A lot. In and out of bed. And the most amazing thing is, you never really voice it out. Chan's just really good at reading you and as Changbin puts it 'whipped for the quiet angel who has Chan hyung by the balls'. 

So when you're here, having to 'work' for what you want from Chan, your brain malfunctions. But in the best way possible. Because it means that your mind is occupied with trying to answer his questions correctly to get the rewards, and you don't feel as stressed out about the whole orientation. 

"Now, what questions do you ask someone for small talk, baby?"

Has Chan always used his soft voice with you? You never noticed until now. So soft, his voice is so comforting and soft. 

Chan chuckles at how out of it you are right now. You're his baby, his everything. He'll give you anything you want. Anything. But sometimes, it's just so fun watching you not knowing how to function. You're always the prim and proper princess, and he loves you so much for it, but watching you going all shy, whiny and struggling to answer his questions makes him feel good on a whole new level. 

"We've learned this, haven't we? You know the answer, baby. Tell me, hmm?" he prompts again, hand slowly coming up to slap the side of your boobs, kind of like your personal wake up call. 

"Can't just be staring at the ceiling, cutie. Gotta answer me. You want your reward, don't you?"

You nod at him, wanting to let him know that you're still there, alive and definitely trying your best.

Chan's definitely amused. He's seen you going cockdumb before but he never denied you of his dick, so this, this is something new that he absolutely enjoys seeing. 

Being able to witness you fall apart because he's doing the bare minimum is turning him on beyond belief. He's so fucking hard for you right now. Usually, just a shy needy glance from you, he'd already be scrambling to fuck you like you deserve. The boys aren't wrong when they say he's whipped for you. 

It's equally distracting to him too - the way your wet slit is just begging to be impaled, the way your tits are moving with the rhythm of your heavy breathing and the way your lips are quivering because of the little touches he's emitting onto your cute clit. 

You're so fucking gorgeous and all for him. 

Alas, he can't forget the main reason you both are doing this. You need help to socialize,so he's going to be the best boyfriend there is and help you. 

"Gonna make it easier for you, baby. Give me three. Just need three, cutie." 

Your eyebrows furrow, trying hard to concentrate on the task. You have to be good. You want to be good. Want Chan to be proud of you. 

"Mm- name. Major.. house. Where they- house- home. Live," you try, earning a low chuckle from the man. 

Chan is now on top of you, thumb no longer playing with your clit but his strong legs are splitting your legs apart, making sure they're wide open, your wet slit being greeted by the cold air, making you shiver.

"Looks like I've been spoiling my girl so much, she's even giving me the wrong answer, hmm?" Chan tuts, pretending to scold you a little. You whimper, not understanding what part of your answer is wrong. 

"Where's their house, baby? So if someone comes to you and asks where you live, are you going to tell them? Hmm? Tell them that you live with your boyfriend? Tell them the number of our apartment so they can watch you get fucked everyday like a good little girl on the kitchen table? Invite them here everyday so they can see you drool over my cock like you are now?"

At this point Chan's just enjoying your struggle, enjoying the power he holds over you. The way you're whimpering and whining his name makes him feel so good, feeding his ego and making him bask in the wonderful feeling of teasing you so much that you're stuck in your shy girl mode, not knowing how to respond when he gets all dirty with you.

Chan is generous with his praises. But it also means that when he's in the mood to talk dirty, he's going to really show you what dirty is. 

He catches your shy gaze, your grabby hands playing with his fingers, thinking that it'd save you from the one punishment you know Chan will give you - the one punishment Chan knows you hate the most when you're this needy.

Cockwarming. 

"Get up for me, baby. You know what to do."

You're about to cry. You're now struggling to sink onto your boyfriend's cock. You're helpless when Chan isn't guiding his dick in you like he usually would. Putting his cock into you by yourself is something you rarely do because Chan would usually ram inside you, just how you like it, just how he knows you need it.

"You don't ask people where their house is, baby. You can ask them where they're from, that's okay. Yeah? Got it, cutie?" he tells you, eyes intently watching how you're struggling to put his dick in, even when he's holding it up for you.

A pillow princess like you just looks so cute trying to do things by yourself. 

"Asked you a question, baby," he taps on your ass, awaiting.

"Mm, no home, no home," you tell him quickly, voice squeaky as you finally sink all the way down, moaning his name. Chan lets out a pretty moan, making you rub your face onto the side of his neck, clinging onto him like you're afraid he's going to go away.

Chan can't help it. A praise slips his tongue, telling you how much of a good girl you are, how good you feel around him. To make up for the sudden softness, he pinches your right nipple, alerting your brain that he's not exactly happy with your progress now, no matter how good your pussy feels clenching around his cock.

You stay like that, unmoving for a while, brain accustomed to Chan being the one controlling the pace and movements. But when he's not even moving an inch and instead is now emitting little gasps from you because of his soft spankings, you whine his name.

"Channie," you call out for him, hands unconsciously bringing his from your ass to your waist, to the position he would always put his hands at whenever he's fucking you from below.

"What do you think you're doing, pretty baby? Think I'm gonna fuck you now? After you got the wrong answer?" Chan raises his eyebrows at you, amused at how you're so desperate for him when the class isn't even half done.

"You already know you're gonna cockwarm me, baby. You hate it, don't you? Hate having to stay still on top of me with my cock inside you?" 

You nod, sweat forming on your forehead as you try to stay still. 

"Hate it," you tell him, voice weak. 

"Hate it, yeah? My girl hates not having me fuck her, hmm? Fuck," he growls when he feels your walls clench when you take a deep breath. 

"Spoiled baby," Chan chuckles, biting your cheeks jokingly. "Okay, I'll make it easier. I'll ask you one question. One question and I'll fuck you if you get it right, kay?" he promises, earning a happy hum from you. 

"When someone asks you if you're in a relationship, what do you say, baby?" 

Chan's question puzzles you. It's not in the flashcard he prepared for you… how are you supposed to answer this? 

So, you go with the logical answer. "No telling," you say, knowing that you can't reveal your relationship to anyone. 

You thought he'd be satisfied with your answer. But his tone says otherwise. "No?" 

Chan's voice is low, his hand travels up to your hair, giving it a little tug, so you'd look at him. "Hold on tight," is all he says before he's standing, your legs wrapped around his waist as he walks to the nearest wall and slams you on it, one hand at the back of your head to make sure you're not hurt. 

"No? You sure bout that, baby? You don't need to tell who your boyfriend is. Or are you gonna let them flirt with you? Hit on you and think that you're available?" he asks in a voice that he only uses when his patience is tested.

You whimper, shaking your head 'no'. 

Chan decides to ignore that, wanting to drag this out a little. 

"One glance at your pretty face and sinful body, they're all gonna be all over you, baby. And your cute shy attitude? Fuck, they're gonna wanna have you, you know?" Chan growls into your ear, making you shiver.

Not even a second later, Chan starts fucking you. 

Hard. 

He's pushing his hips up, hands locking your body on the wall, his cock drilling into you from below and all you can do is take it. The sound of your soaking pussy and his slippery cock rubbing against one another fills the whole living room and it makes you shy away from his intense gaze.

"Fuck, you're such a shy little thing, hmm? Can't even look at your- ah fuck baby so tight-"

"Your boyfriend's fucking you. How can you say you don't have one when your pussy is molded for my cock, you cute lil thing?"

"Fuck, babygirl. My pretty girl. Shy baby. Can't even look at your boyfriend while he fucks you, huh? This is all you wanted, isn't it? Needed me to fuck you from the beginning of the class?" 

"I have to spoil you everyday so you remember to tell every fucking person there you have the best fucking boyfriend- just like that, baby, take it. You're pussy is doing so well, so well, fuck you're so slippery baby, so tight and slippery for me."

All you do is moan. Your back arches, legs about to give up from hanging around Chan's waist. He's fucking you so hard, so fast, your tits are bouncing with every thrust. Your hair's a mess, sticking to your face and shoulders from the sweat trickling. 

"Chan, Chris, oh my god," you nearly scream when he starts rubbing your clit while he sucks on your nipple. The position definitely uses up a lot of his energy and it's so hot seeing your boyfriend not even stopping to take a breath.

"S'strong," you mewl at him. "S'big Chris," you praise him, not being able to say anything else. "My boyfriend."

That earns you one messy kiss, the man in question clearly satisfied with what you said.

"Please," you squeak when Chan lets go of your now bruised lips. Chan groans, not being able to contain his weakness that is your cuteness.

"Gonna cum, aren't you? Can feel it baby. So tight for me. For your boyfriend. Fucking hell, you're squeezing me."

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

"Can't handle my cock, can you? Big for you. I'm always so hard and leaking for my girlfriend- ah yeah, that's it baby."

Snap. Snap. Snap.

"Your boyfriend's fucking you so good you can't even talk, yeah? Hmm? Always need my cock, don't you? Such a shy little girl but always so ready for cock- my fucking cock. My good girl, my good fucking girl. Cum."

And you do. You moan his name so loud as your walls spasm around his cock that it makes Chan himself shoot his load into you. 

"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou Chris," you whisper to him, always expressing your gratitude to him. He's giving you his cum, lots of it. The least you can do is thank him for giving you the one thing you didn't think you'd get today.

Your legs turn to jelly, releasing themselves from Chan's waist unexpectedly. You would've fallen butt flat on the floor if Chan's not fast enough to grip his arm around your waist. 

"Clumsy baby. Tired already?" he chuckles, giving you little pecks on your cheeks. 

You hum in agreement, burying your face in his chest as he holds you up. 

"But we're not done with the class yet though," he tuts and you whine quietly. "Seems like all you learn just now is that I'm your boyfriend, baby." Chan laughs, picking you up bridal style, bringing you to your shared bedroom. You know very well your mixed cum is all over the floor now - something Chan loves doing so he could take photos of. 

"Five more questions, baby. Gonna use my cloned cock that you hate so much. Not as warm as my dick, yeah?" he says softly, giggling like he hasn't just said the filthiest thing. "Gonna use the whole week to train you to be a social butterfly, baby. Get ready for more of my cum. My little baby butterfly needs it to grow, doesn't she?"

You're definitely gonna tell everyone that you're a spoiled girlfriend owned by a very charming, social butterfly of a boyfriend who teaches so well with his cock. 

Just a note that weekends i won't or will rarely ever be active!! <3