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Put on a Show

Summary: Stripper!Seungmin trope.

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, oral(f), pet names(pup/puppy), softdom!Seungmin, inexperienced reader!, strippers, grinding, mxm(if your squint), sexiness

Your friends birthday was today, and instead of being a normal birthday girl, she insisted on taking you and all of her friends on a surprise trip. And the shocker was, only she knew the location.

You weren’t a very open person. You were an extreme introvert, so going out with seven other girls wasn’t your cup of tea. However, you couldn’t say no to Janice. She had always been there for you, and you wanted to do the same. She told you to wear something sexy, and the only thing you had was an oversized sweater that reached past your thighs.

When Janice came to pick you up, she saw your outfit.

“Girl… what are you wearing?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing what was behind those words.

“I’m a nerdy book girl. What makes you think I own anything sexy?”

“Take off your jeans. The sweater and a thong will do,”

Now, here you were, at a strip club, wearing an oversized sweater with panties. You walked at the end of the group, out of your element. Following them to a table, you sat, feeling awkward while they all talked adamantly about Bree’s ex. Wait. Which one is Bree?

You hadn’t been following the conversation, and Janice saw how nervous you were. She sat next to you, grabbing your hand.

“Don’t worry, I don’t like Bree, either,” she joked, making you scoff playfully at her. She always knew how to make you feel better, even if it was for a short while.

“The shows starting!” You heard one of the girls whisper as the lights dimmed slightly, the spotlight directed towards the two stages in front of you.

Janice chose a table directly in between the two stages, giving them a clear view of both worlds.

“Don’t be shy, y/n. They are paid to show off their bodies. It’s consensual,” she explained like you didn’t already know.

You still felt yourself shift uneasily. This wasn’t your type of scene, so you naturally wanted to turn away, even if there was no one on the stage yet.

The into to a slow song started, the color of the lights shifting to the darker side as multiple men appeared from behind the curtains. Most of them were barely wearing anything, half naked from the start. Your face immediately cringed, your eyes darting from each man to the ceiling and back, trying to look at each one. They were all different, but all the same at the same time. None of them looked to be around your age, which made you feel queasy.

Despite your internal objections, the girls at your table were all basically barking and foaming at the mouth, throwing bills at them when they got close. Your eye caught something in your peripheral, making you turn. And when you saw him, your heart dropped.

A man…no, a boy, walked down the aisle to the main stage, fully clothed. Perhaps bit too much for some of the woman’s taste, but for you, he was pure eye candy.

He was wearing black skinny jeans with tears at the knees, and a black tank top with a mess sleeve layered on top, tucked in and all held together with a thin leather belt. His neck was laced with jewelry, and his hair was unkempt, shaggy and pointing in every direction. His face pale but soft, his lips plush and his eyes hard, but beautiful.

He was so tall, but his walk was graceful. He looked reserved and dissatisfied as he looked around his current audience. It was almost like he was tired of being there, but it was all a facade. It was apart of the themed charm of the day.

Your attention was solely focused on this boy, and Janice noticed it too. You watched as he finally stopped, almost directly in front of you, and starts dancing to the song that sped up. His body rolled smoothly, making your mind wander to places it had never been before, making you squirm, now for another reason.

His hands caressed his body, groping himself in all the right places, earning a satisfying reaction from his audience. His hips thrusted at the perfect time with the song, his knees twisting slightly, making your breath hitch. The most enjoyable thing for you, though, would had to have been his facial expressions.

His straight mouth at the beginning was now open, his jaw opened as he was breathing hard. From what, you didn’t know. All you knew though, was that it was so hot. His hard eyes were now softened slightly as he looks around the room, but also focused on his movements. His messy hair now recked.

You noticed someone slightly younger than him come towards him, someone you didn’t notice before. They seemed to be the youngest employees here, you thought.

The boy had slanted eyes, and from where you were sitting, it almost looked like they were closed. You had to admit that he was also very attractive.

When the younger boy reached the stripper you had been watching, they met each other’s eyes before nodding, the younger boy stepping in front of the older, the song suddenly changing. The older grabbed the younger waist, grinding into his ass while they both made a blissed out expression. His head lolled back as the younger boy grinned, grinding harder into him before the older reached lower than his waist, groping his-

Woah.

You didn’t realize your jaw was open until you felt a Hand underneath your chin. Janice was smirking at you when you caught her gaze. You didn’t want to look away from the boys, but you did. Your body couldn’t handle anymore.

“Still regret coming with me?” She teased, making your red face hotter. “I know it’s my birthday and all, but I think my gift will be buying you a one on one room with him. What do you think?” She whispered to you, seeing your eyes widen comically.

“What? No! I’m not doing that. I’m the shy nerd book girl, remember? Besides, I’m not going to take your gift money for something like that,”

Next thing you knew, you were sitting in a private room waiting for the selected stripper. Your friend was choosing between the two boys you were so intently watching. You were hoping she would pick the mesh topped boy, but you also thought the fox-looking boy was attractive. Still, you were scared because you had no experience in literally anything. Not even kissing.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the sound of the door knob twisting. You held your breath as you waiting to see the identity of the person coming from behind it, not releasing it when you saw your choice.

“Hey there, cutie,” he said, and you nearly melted from his angelic voice. It was something you wanted to listen to for the rest of the night, and that might just be what happens if you don’t make a fool of yourself.

“Hi,” your voice came out strained and nervous, making you mentally scold yourself.

“You okay?” He asks with a smirk, walking to where you’re sitting. “You look nervous.”

You grin stupidly at the comment, confirming his accusation. “Sorry, I’m not really…supposed to be here,” you said, looking anywhere but him. But all you wanted was to look at him. But his eyes…they observed every bit of you, making you feel vulnerable.

“What do you mean, pup?” He bends down to your level, his height difference making you feel something pool in your stomach.

“I’m supposed to be reading a book in my bed. Actually, I’d be asleep by now, if it weren’t for-“ before you could finish, his hand rested on your thigh, making you flush.

“A birthday? Yeah, the birthday girl came up to me and told me a whole bunch of things…specifically about you, pup,” He smiled, rubbing circles into the plush of your legs.

Every time he used that pet name, you felt a wetness between your thighs, sticking your panties to your core. “Oh dear god! What things?” Now you were alert and jerked slightly, making him rub circles counterclockwise.

“Nothing important. Just that this was your first time in a place like this. She thought you weren’t into it, but then she saw you looking at me. I was so honored that a pretty girl like you was watching me instead of the others,” his head tilted, leaning in slightly as he continued. “So she asked if I would be willing to give you a private show.”

By now you were unable to speak, shocked and horny as hell.

“So, I’ll start this slow. Since it’s your first time,” he squeezed your thigh twice before standing up, his figure looming over you. You pushed your legs together, hoping to quell the heat that had formed in between them.

“What do you want, pup?” He whispered, staring into your wide eyes, his whole demeanor changing so suddenly it gave you whiplash. Away was the sweet puppy look, now a hungry boy willing to please you any way you wanted.

“I…what’s your name?” You stutter, looking down after realizing he was probably expecting you to say something sexy. You scoffed at yourself before feeling him pull your gaze to his by your chin.

“My stage name is Puppym…but my name is Seungmin,” he answered, not letting you go. “And you?”

“Y/n,” you breathed, unable to escape from him any longer.

“What a beautiful name. I’ll take this slow, y/n. Let me know if you want me to stop,” He said, moving his hands to his belt, but before taking them off, he asked, “Can I touch you?” He grinned after seeings you nod immediately.

He threw his belt in the corner after taking it off, letting his pants drift down slightly. No skin showed, but the promise of it was exciting enough for you. You watched as he pushed his hands through his hair before coming to where you were sitting, straddling your lap with his legs. His hips started grinding without actually even touching you. All you could was watch as he danced suggestively, all intention pointed at you.

You felt how hot you were inside as your mind started thinking about what was underneath his sexy clothing, but was quickly redirected when he grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest.

You gasped, making him smirk, his legs brushing against yours. He slowly drifted your hand downwards. You could feel the phantom of muscles underneath the double layer, making you shiver, trying your best to imagine muscles on his petite figure. Finally, your hand rested on his waist, where he left it, moving his hand from yours.

“You okay, pup?” He teased, seeing you practically drooling over his minimal movements. He liked seeing how worked up you were. Such an innocent girl, him being the one to show her his world.

You let out a little, “mhm,” making him laugh. He stopped, moving back a little.

“Wanna see more?” He asked, grabbing at the hem of his mesh sleeves. You nodded, your eyes starting to gloss over. “Speak up, puppy.”

“Y-yes please, Minnie,” You said, surprising him. No one had ever called him that, but he loved the way it sounded coming from your lips. He watched as your hands grabbed at the sweater on your legs. It helped him see further up it.

He nodded, pulling it off in one quick motion. You pr breath hitches when you see his arms, the muscle lining his forearms made your mouth water. His collar bones protruded from his taught skin, the jewelry shimmering in the dim lighting of the private room. His tight tank top outlined his torso perfectly, letting you see the shadow of his abs that reached all the way down below his jeans. You swallowed.

He came back towards your again, now crouching down to sit on his knees in front of you. He placed his hands on your calves respectively, brushing against them so softly. A ghosts touch.

He , painfully slow, brought them up to your knees before grasping them from behind, pulling them apart quickly making you gasp.

He loved how you were reacting to him. Even though he wanted to fuck you into this cushion, it was against the rules to go that far. He knew that he needed to get your number after this so he could see you again. He had never been so into a private show as much as he was with this one. Never been attracted to one of his ‘fans’. He wanted you so bad. But he couldn’t go that far. But he would please you as much as he could before you had to leave.

His face leaned in closer to your core, stopping only to tease you with pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. He even sucked a few marks into them before his fingers reached the end of the sweater, tugging at it in a silent question. lol you could do was nod, your breathing heavy and hot, cute whimpers leaving every once and a while.

He tapped your hip, making you lift them so he could push your sweater up. He squeezed your thighs twice, pushing them apart to view your pussy through your underwear. He moaned at the sight, your soggy cloth attached to you. He pressed a hard kiss to your covered folds, making your head fall back.

“Shh, puppy. Gotta keep quiet,” he said, placing another kiss against you. You squirmed, whimpering at his words.

He brought his fingers to feel the fabric, pushing them aside for a better view. He groaned, seeing the glistening slick that was spread against your folds. Licking a line up your pussy, your thighs instinctively came together, but he didn’t allow them to. He needed space if he wanted to please you properly, no matter how bad he wanted you to suffocate him with your cunt.

He sucked on your clit as he pushed a finger into you, making you moan. He tapped your leg with his other hand in warning, and you bit into your hand as he continued. He pumped into you a bit longer before adding another finger, slowly picking up his pace. Then, he curled them, hitting that spot within you that made you clench around him. Your sounds and his wet lapping was filling his senses, making his groan again. The vibrations to your clit are what made you snap, your orgasm rushing over you suddenly, your stomach clenching as you released, Seungmin there, ready to devour your essence.

After he pulled away, what you saw is something you would never forget. His beautiful face covered with your juices, a playful smile displayed, and blown irises in his cute eyes. “You okay?” He asked, rubbing circles into your thighs again.

“Yeah…” you answered, still trying to breathe properly again. You were hickory to find your bearings, lowering your sweater while Seungmin wiped his face clean. “Do you do that often?”

He looked back at you in surprise before answering.

“No. That was my first time eating someone out,” he said, making your heart stop. He continued. “We aren’t supposed to do that with customers. Just a dance and then leave, but…I don’t know. You’re adorable, and…Oh! Speaking of which, can I get your number?”

You just sat there for a moment, probably looking like an idiot, but your mind wasn’t working. You couldn’t even see the doubt that crept onto Seungmin features. Before you could take to long, however, you pulled out your phone suddenly, handing it to Seungmin.

“Give me yours, and I’ll message you? I know you’re working right now and everything, but once you get off, you’ll see my text,” You said with a smile, excited.

He did what you asked, dressing himself again before standing in front of your small frame. “I’m glad you came tonight,” He grinned, giving you a quick peck on the lips, grinning at your dumbfounded expression. “You’re so cute, y/n,” was the last thing he said before leaving.

When you returned to your friend, she asked you how it went.

“I’m so glad I came tonight,”

After Party

Summary: After his performance of Red Lights, he caught you, one of his staff, in his dress room. You were simply changing the question, like always, but he felt a rush of confidence he didn’t knew he had, and confessed.

Warnings: Smut! MDNI! Soft!Dom!Reader, pet names(puppy, baby), sex drunk!Seungmin, Sub!Seungmin, oral(m), teasing

Ever since he met you three years ago after his debut, you both became good friends. You were both the same age, and enjoyed the same things. Even your habits were similar.

The staff called you, The Puppies, and have thought of you both as long lost siblings. You thought it was funny, but Seungmin always flushed at the teasing comments. He had grown attracted to you, slowly, but it was there. He was worried you didn’t feel the same way, seeing as you were both perceived as sister and brother. He went with it, not wanting to explain it.

For this show, they were performing a song made by Chan and Hyunjin called Red Lights. Seungmin fell in love when he first heard it, attracted to the sexiness. He seemed very innocent at times, and his looks didn’t help, but he truly was anything but.

The way he imagined you at night, or when he was alone in his hotel room. The sounds he would make, your name falling from his lips and he stroked himself to the thought of you.

He was ashamed. His closest friend, someone who sees him as a brother. Why did god make him feel like this?

He was getting ready, excited for the concept. The group tried to keep the shows pg, but this one, he shook with anticipation. He knew you were watching them on the monitors. You knew about the song, but didn’t know about the set up.

When he was finally on stage, crouched, he let himself loosen, resting his face into a scowl. It didn’t last long, but he didn’t want to look innocent either. He wanted to be sexy.

For you.

The moment he brought the collar around his neck, he felt something he had never felt before. It was so strong that he nearly stopped singing entirely. But he didn’t. He stepped forward a bit more than the others, letting it tighten around his windpipe. He groaned lightly, and, it thankfully didn’t catch on the mic feed.

He knew what he would be buying once he got home.

The show was over before he wanted it to be, but he had more songs to perform, not giving him much time to think. He still felt the phantom of the thin collar hanging on his neck, trying to hold it for as long as he could.

What if he wore a collar, you holding the leash, tugging it aggressively towards you, a whimper escaping from his throat. His eyes lolled at the thought, his breathing becoming heavy. Thank goodness they were on their last song. He couldn’t stand it if he got a boner on stage. Imagine all of the pictures that would be used against him.

Finally, he was practically running off stage towards his changing room, leaving the others to celebrate on their own.

You were the only thing that filled his mind as he rushed towards his safe space, thinking about how you would make him sit on all fours with a single tug on the lead. How you would control his pace as he ate you out by wrapping the leash around your wrists, holding him in place.

His beer was now uncomfortable, his tight leather pants not helping.

He finally made it into the room, locking it behind him. He breathed out in relief, starting to unbutton his pants. He unzipped the zipper before he heard your voice.

“You were amazing, Minnie! The idea for red lights! Mwuah! Perfection,” You said with a chefs kiss, standing from your sitting position.

Seungmin turned towards your voice, his hands and wrists covering his growing bulge. “What are you doing in here?” He said, making your brow raise.

“I’m praising my best friend? Was I not supposed to?” You asked, slightly bewildered. He would always come and hug you after a performance. What’s different this time?

“I need to get dressed first, uh…”He looked away shyly. “My pants ripped,” he lied, hoping you would leave him be for a little while. He just needed some time to get rid of his problem.

“Oh! Where? I can sow it, no problem,” you were already in front of him, hands reaching towards his own. This was new territory for you both, but you didn’t seem fazed at all. Seungmin didn’t realize what you were doing until he felt your hands, not reacting quick enough to stop you from pulling them away.

“Oh…” Was all you said, looking at your friends boner.

Seungmin snapped his gaze to where you were looking, moving his hands back in front of him. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, y/n!” He quickly whispered, taking a few steps back. Why was he like this?

“For what?” You asked, confused. It was natural, so why would he apologize to you?

“Aren’t I like…your brother? Isn’t that weird? Brothers and sisters seeing each others…y’know?” Seungmin knew he was rambling, making you smile. He was nervous.

“Are we siblings? Last I checked I thought we were just best friends. I don’t find it awkward. Do you?” You stepped closer to him.

“Uh…” He looked anywhere but you.

“Do you want me to leave?” Your voice lowered, sultry and seductive, making him twitch in his boxers. His pants still hugged his waist, open in the front.

You smiled, cupping his face. “What’s got you so worked up, Minnie?” Your nose nearly touching his, and you felt his ragged breaths on your face.

“The collar…Red Lights…” He could barely speak. His breathing was now too heavy to form actual sentences. His brain started to fog as he fell into submission.

“Ah…Puppy like wearing a collar?” You teased, earning a small moan from the boy in front of you. It shocked you. How a simple pet name that he’s called everyday could evoke such an intimate reaction. “Wanna free your little friend down there, puppy? It looks like it needs attention,”

You stepped back after seeing him nod, and watched as he slowly took off his pants. You didn’t move, signaling that you wanted his shirt off too. He pulled it off, revealing the abs you didn’t know he had, your core clenching around nothing.

“Such a pretty puppy, yeah? Get on the floor, baby,” You cooed, undressing yourself as he got on the carpet. He watched you intently, his eyes widened at the sight of your lace set, the color of sand.

You got on your knees, caging his legs with your own. His face was enough to get you off, his eyes blown and glossy, and his mouth hung wide, drool leaking from the corner, his braces glistening with spit.

“Wanna kiss you…” He panted, moving his arms around your waist. You complied, starting this kiss off slowly.

You teased his lips with light kisses, slowly turning into hard ones, desperately moans emitting from him. He grabbed you harder, making you gasp. He took that chance to slip his tongue in, battling yours for dominance. You won, eventually, earning a whine from him. You broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. When Seungmin saw it, his eyes rolled back, whimpering. You kissed down his jaw to his neck, sucking n the most sensitive spots you could find.

“Does puppy want a collar? Perhaps I could get you one…if you behave,” you playfully nipped at his Adam’s apple, feeling him shudder beneath you.

“Wanna be your puppy…wanna be yours,” He shut his eyes as you went lower, breathing faster.

“Shh…calm down, baby. Imma make you feel good, okay?” You said before licking him through his boxers. A loud moan escaped from him. He nodded at your words.

You smiled before pulling him out of his restraints, looking at his size. He was long. He wasn’t thick, but wasn’t thin either. Just by looking you could already tell that he wouldn’t fit in your mouth, so, you spit on your hand, the sound loud and dirty, and Seungmin loved it. You wrapped your lubricated hands around him, stroking slowly. His hips bucked into your touch as soon as he felt you.

“Puppy’s a little needy, huh?” You whisper, licking the tip.

“Please…m’so needy,” He was so far gone that all he could do was agree with you. You barely touched him, and he’s already no longer able to think. He would be embarrassed later.

You, however, found it hot. You felt you could do anything to him and he would let you. You felt your wetness in your panties.

You took him in your mouth, slowly pushing yourself down, and then back up again. His pants turned into whimpers at each bottom, loving the way you felt around him. He didn’t dare move his hands to your neck. He didn’t want to hurt you. But he also preferred to not be in control. It was better that way.

You quickened your pace, stroking what you couldn’t fit with your hand. He was full on moaning now, not holding back.

His beautiful vocals didn’t go unnoticed. You had once thought if he would sound as beautiful in bed as he did on the stage, and you now know, he sounds SO much better in bed. It was the only music you wanted to listen to from now until the rest of your days.

You pulled up from him, still stroking at the same pace. He looked at you through tear filled eyes.

“No!Please…nghnn…” His head fell back when you squeezed his cock, groaning at the sensation.

“Is puppy gonna come for me? Hmm? I bet puppy would be so pretty when he cums,” You said, feeling his cock twitch. He truly was your puppy.

“I’m gonna-“ A moan cut him off, and you knew he was close.

You smirked at him, making sure he saw it before lowering yourself back down, putting the tip on your flattened tongue. You watched his face scrunch, and, like a chain reaction, it seemed to lower down to his stomach, seeing his abs flex as he came in your mouth. This moan was the loudest yet, and it sounded like heaven to you.

His seed filled your cheeks, and you swallowed it hungrily, moaning at the taste of him. His stomach convulsed one last time before his breathing shallowed, his dick now limp in your hands. You pulled away, wiping the drool off your chin. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes shirt as he try’s to come back from his high.

You leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You okay, Minnie?”

His eyes shot open, and he looked straight at you. “Y/n…” His eyes were so much like a puppies that you had to fight not to look away. They were so devastatingly beautiful.

“Yeah?” You were worried now, that you took things too far. He had called you his sister earlier, and doubt started creeping into your chest.

He took a deep breath before speaking his mind.

“I’m in love with you,” when you didn’t say anything, he kept going. “I have been for the past three years and I never knew how to bring it up because I didn’t want to ruin what we had, and-“

You broke him off with a heated kiss, making him groan into your lips. You both stayed like that for a while before you pulled away, smiling at how he chased your lips with his own.

“I love you too, Seungmin,”

You both kissed each other again, but before it could go anywhere, there was a knock at the dressing room door. It was Bangchan.

“Hey, Seungmin? You okay, bud? You’ve been in there for forty-five minutes. We’re going to the bar!”

You both pushed away from each other, giggling.

“Be out in a minute!”

Their Favorite Part of You! Skz! Reactions

A/n: They all seem so sweet when it comes to affection, and it made me want to write this. I love them so much. HYUNG LINE!

Summary: Their favorite part of your body, both in and out of bed ;)

Warnings: Fluff, compliments, pet names, suggestive, smut? Language, insecurities, silly boys

Bangchan: Friend!Reader - Back

It’s no secret that Chan likes hugs. He hugs everyone around him, even staff. But when he hugged you, he preferred to be behind you during the embrace. He loves the way he can feel your back flex when you squirm against him. You’re a shy person, and he loves seeing your ears flush at his touch.

Everyday, he wrapped his arms around you when he was losing motivation or was annoyed, just to be picked back up again when he finally feels you relax as he tightens his grip. You were soft on his hard body, calming his nerves.

In Bed!Chan - Your wrists

He loved grabbing your wrists, either to pin them, or to place them on his body.

He would hold them, grounding himself to not be too harsh. Wrists were small and sensitive, so to be sure he couldn’t hurt you, he would put most of his focus on them, which he didn’t mind. It helped ease him knowing it would be difficult to hurt you this way.

He would bring your hands to his pecks, slowly drifting downwards until your palm rested on his bulge.

“Oh, please, babe…” He moaned, feeling your hand rock against him. “Don’t tease…”

Lee know: Friend!Reader - Thighs

He loved that when you stood, your legs looked so thin. They were sharpened pencils, frail but strong. He thought it suited you. But when you sat down next to him for the first time, his eyes widened, and all he could do was stare.

The fat of your thighs pushed against the chair, causing them to widen, naturally. Lee knows did the same, but he still was shocked seeing it happen to you. Your thighs were much larger than he thought.

After that, he had often welcomed you to sit in his lap, wanting to feel the softness of your flesh against his own. Not in a dirty way. He was curious.

When you finally gave into his request, he relished in the weight that pressed against his meaty legs, feeling secure. He kneaded the fat of your thighs while talking to one of the guys next to him. It just felt natural. It didn’t even bother you.

While walking past each other, he would even pinch your thighs just to see you yelp. He loved getting those reactions from you, nd it quickly became his favorite sound.

In bed!Lee Know - Thighs

Of course, it is the same. He would love kneading your thighs during an intense make out session, swallowing your whimpers. He loved it when you squirmed away when he grabbed too hard. It didn’t hurt you, it just felt too good.

He loved seeing the way your skin moved when he undressed you. The pressure moving it in a way that water does at a sudden impact.

He loved licking up your thighs, leaving hickeys and finger imprints, kissing every freckle and beauty mark, swallowing every bit of you he could.

He loved controlling your movement from your thighs, moving them however he wanted. You never fought, knowing of his fetish.

He loved masturbating with your thighs, and loved seeing his cum glisten on them. Breathing heavily, he would look you dead in the eye, and move down, licking his mess clean with his warm tongue.

Changbin: Friend!Reader - Hair

He loved seeing your hair bounce when you moved. It was so majestic, he couldn’t help but stare. Even when you spoke to him, he never made eye contact, looking at how your hair shined at the harsh lightning in the studio. He loved seeing it sparkle.

When you turned towards a sound, it was almost like your hair was waving at him, making him smile internally.

When you finally dyed it from your natural color, he was enamored. The peachy color clashed against your skin in the nicest way, showcasing your inner beauty. The color caught his eye always, and he could recognize you within a crowd just from it alone.

He was obsessed.

Months after realizing he was in love with your hair, he finally asked to feel it, your hair now a lavender shade.

“Sure,” You answered with a kind smile.

He was super giddy, happy to finally feel his weakness.

And it was so soft. He wrapped multiple strands around two of his digits, his eyes trained on the actions his hands were doing. He didn’t was to mistakenly pull, so he was slow.

“You look so happy, Bin,” you said, grinning. His face turned red immediately.

“Shut up,”

In bed!Changbin - Your face

He loves holding your face as he kisses you. When he’s fucking you into the mattress or the countertop. He loves seeing your expressions, the way your nose scrunches when he teases you. The way your eyes tighten when he flicks your sensitive buds. How your mouth opens in a silent scream when he finishes inside you.

He could cum from that alone, without even being touched.

But he loves touching you, especially when you’re making those faces. He sometimes even shoves his fingers into your open mouth, moaning as you close your lips, obediently sucking on them.

Hyunjin: Friend!Reader - Eyes

It doesn’t even matter if you’re talking to him directly or not, this man will just stare deep into your soul. He loves the color of your eyes, and the gold specks that line your iris. Walking art, if you ask him.

He has tried many times to replicate it while painting, but without the real model in front of him, and no photos to copy, he was lost. Thirteen canvases later, he gave up, now looking at the many eyes that stared back at him. None of them were familiar. That’s how he knew he failed.

Minho saw these paintings and sent a few to you, hoping to tease Hyunjin. You didn’t tell the ferret resembling man, not wanting to embarrass him. Instead, you asked him,

“Hey? Do you paint people?”

He looked at you oddly, “Yeah…? Why?”

“Wanna paint me?”

He immediately got to work. You were standing in front of him, so close that he could see every freckle and blemish. He was going to paint a portrait.

In bed!Hyunjin - Hands

He loved holding your hands in bed. It reminded him that you were truly there. He saw you as a goddess/god, and relished in your presence.

You always made sure to squeeze every once in a while, seeing Hyunjin blissed out so early on. It was a system that just seemed to fall in place. It was reassuring.

Hyunjin loved it when you rose him, tilting his head back with light moans. His right hand held your waist, helping you move while the other grasped your hand, squeezing it so hard to ground himself. He didn’t want to lose himself with you. He wanted to feel you fully.

Your hands helped him do just that.

Lee Know Hard Thoughts

A/n: That silver tooth is driving me crazy-

Warnings: Suggestive, pet names, smut MDNI, possession kink?

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who always makes sure you’re fed, even if you claim you aren’t hungry. Makes your favorite meal once a week, and always makes sure to get you snacks and coffee in the mornings, knowing you need a boost.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who massages your shoulders when you sit on the floor in front of him while he’s on the couch. He loves helping you relieve stress when he can since he’s gone so much. He likes to give you everything you ask for. He even rubs your scalp.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who loves holding your hand, even when you’re just sitting down. He doesn’t care if you think he’s clingy. He loves the way your small hand fits in his. He even plays with your fingers, twisting and turning them curiously. He memorized every curve and print on your hand (cat behavior).

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who gets jealous when another member looks at you for too long. Even if they are looking at a dirt smudge on your shoulder. You are his and his only to look at. And if he catches Hyunjin practicing pick up lines on you, he can’t help but fume. It may be innocent, but his possessiveness gets the best of him, causing a scene. The boys understand, but you get worried when he gets like that, and are quick to bring him down.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who officially named you his cat mom, forcing you to sign a random paper labeled contract, adopting his three beautiful cats. You both put a lot of time into those cats, and formed a bond you didn’t know was possible.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who loves making bets with you, even if he knew he would lose. He loves seeing the joy on your face when you ended up being ‘right’. He treated you like a princess, and enjoyed doing so. You were his, and he was forever yours.

MDNI!

Boyrfriend!Lee Know, who likes to mark your neck, seeing the dark purple spots bruise along your body. It’s an act of claiming to him, showing everyone who you belonged to. He especially loved marking your thighs.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who kisses passionately, with you two pulling away, spit covering both of your chins as you gasp for breath. You watch him grin before leaning in again, knocking you down onto the mattress.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who likes pinning you against the bed, seeing his looming shadow graze over you, making it look like you’re in a cage. He’s in control. He never knew it was something he was into before meeting you, seeing your small frame against his. He loved moving you like a rag doll to his leisure, and it turned him on even more knowing that you’ll just let him.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who pounds into you after prep, grunting with each thrust as he listens to your moans fill the room, the smell of sex filing his nostrils. He feels you tighten around him, slowing down just enough to edge you.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who calls you angel, and baby during these moments, making sure you feel loved and not used. As he goes deeper into you, he strokes your hair with one hand while the other grips the plush of your thighs, leaving bruises the size of his hand into your flesh.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who uses the pull out method instead of using condoms. He wants to feel you, and nothing will get in his way.

Boyfriend!Lee know, who gives the best aftercare. If you don’t want to bathe, he will wipe you down before you fall asleep, and cuddle up next to you, whispering how well you did for him, and how much he loves you.

Seungmin x Reader (AFAB)

(a/n): this is my first story in a while so bare with me-- TwT

Warnings: suggestive, hand and arm fetish, language, best friend! Seungmin, lemme know if I missed anything

MDNI!

You and Seungmin have been friends for nearly three years before he debuted, meeting in in high school. You two became inseparable, even after moving into dorms with the guys. You practically lived with them anyway.

The guys became your family just as they had to Seungmin, and treated you like a younger sister.

You slept on the couch of whichever dorm Seungmin was in, since they changed roommates every once and a while.

You thought of Seungmin like a brother ever since you met him, and he you, as his sister. But after his debut, puberty hit him like a truck. His features became more pronounced and less innocent like, and his body hardened and grew.

You were always chilling with the staff when they were filming or doing concerts. Seungmin always insisted you be wherever he was, as you were his anchor. He never let you stay in one spot without him.

The first time you noticed your shift in feelings was when you were watching their dance practice. Seungmin decided you should be surprised. He didn't let you know which song beforehand, so you couldn't try to predict the choreography.

Before the guys started, however, you noticed Felix grinning at you, but you had no idea as to why.

Since it was a practice day, all the boys were wearing comfortable, loose clothing, things they were confident they could dance in. Seungmin wore one of his largest sweaters, one of your favorites on him, and basketball shorts. His hair flopped lazely across his forehead, bouncing with any sudden movement.

He caught your eye before the music started, and you flashed him a thumbs up, making him smile softly.

It was one of their new songs, one you hadn't heard before, so you were entranced immediately.

The intro itself looked uncomfortable. Minho resting his back on his members feet while Felix seemed to puppeteer him from a standing position, the guys letting Minho get comfortable while they were on their backs.

That took a lot of trust.

They were all doing great, and this quickly became one of your favorites so far. But all you could do was watch Seungmin.

Even though Minho was the dancer of the group, your vocalist made dancing look so simple, so easy. The fluidity of his body make your breath hitch.

And what made you feel so weak was when Changbin said "Poppin'".

Not just Seungmin,but the entire group crouched slightly, thrusting their hips I'm circular motions while tilting their necks, exposing their Adams apples individually.

Seungmin himself has seemed to have perfected this move. He locked eyes with yours and smirked, thrusting his hips a bit harder compared to the rest, making your ears turn red and to your chest heave.

He continues while the song plays ok the background, no longer looking at you.

And once again, Changbins part arrives, with Chan, Seungmin, and Han doing the tower with their hands. And that's when you lost all sense.

Seungmins hands.

You hadn't ever once looked at his hands, but now that you saw them, they are all you can see.

Throughout the entirety of the dance practice, all you lived for was Seungmins hands.

As you say in your seat patiently, your own fingers grasped at the sweats you were wearing, feeling the sting of your manicured nails through the fabric on your thighs.

Out of breath, Seungmin walks over to you, sitting beside you as he sips on his water.

"Aside from the staff, you are the first STAY to watch that dance. What'd you think, y/n?" Seungmin said, rolling his sleeves up.

"It was really great, Min. You did a good job," you swallowed hard, now seeing the veins protruding from his lengthy arms. Dancing must be what does that to him.

"Are you okay, y/n? You look a little pale," Seungmin asked, concern etched on his face. He went to list a hand to your forehead, but you suddenly flinched back, making him freeze.

"y/n? What's wrong?" Seungmin looked hurt, but didn't touch you.

"Nothing Minnie, really."

"Seungmin, I need your help really quick!" You heard Felix shout from the doorway. You look over at him, seeing a knowing look in his eyes.

"Hold on," he said, looking back to you. "y/n. Did I do something wrong?" Seungmins breathing seems to have changed in the short period he started talking to you.

You glanced at his exposed arms and his long, slim fingers, sighing when dirty thoughts started forming in your head. Closing your eyes, only to open them with a small smile.

"Just had a moment, Min. I'm better, I promise!" You added a giggle at the end, hoping he would take it and leave.

He nodded, leaving you in the dance room as he left for Felix. Little did you know that he noticed the heat on your eyes when you looked at his limbs.

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(a/n): should I make a part two? I already have an idea, but i want to make sure this is worthy enough

Also-

WTF his arms and hands are so attractive!!!

hey Green, i’ve just come from the Lee Know one shot you wrote and i’ve already read some of your other works and i’m in love! i see you also write smut so i was wondering if you could write something with Hyunjin? tbh i was thinking of something like it’s the first time he and the reader (fem!) make love, not like losing their virginity or anything. they’re both adults but they’ve been dating for a bit and feel ready for this next part? maybe add a bit of awkwardness to add a bit of realism to it?

if not, totally okay! i just love your writing!

also, a little side note..can i be 🌪️ anon? is that weird? i’m sorry!

Hello 🌪️! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this but I hope you enjoy it! This took me a while to complete purely because I couldn’t figure out the pacing of it, but I’m finally satisfied with it and I hope you’ll be as well! This was genuinely such a fun request, though, and I feel like a lot of people don't really talk about how lowkey awkward it can be when you're having sex with someone for the first time — regardless of whether either of you are virgins or not, and also regardless of how much chemistry you have with them! Sex doesn't follow a specific guide that everyone enjoys, so it can sometimes take a little bit of trial and error until you figure out what your partner likes and what they don't. We also should always consider the anxiety that a lot of people experience right before as well as during, which can often mess up their performance, which is totally okay!

Anyway, sorry for the mini-rant, I just feel like these are things that should be normalized! Especially when it comes to writing since a lot of these (wonderful, might I add) authors glorify the idea of first time you have sex with your partner goes absolutely perfect. It doesn't mean that it never happens, but it's important to also know this. Okay, seriously, moving on — thank you for your support! <3

Please feel free to send me other requests or asks and I promise I'll try to do better about responding! Again, sorry it took me so long! ── ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 )

🌧️ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍-𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 🌧️

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ) 4.5k

*boop* hi green :3

i hope your birthday went well and you had fun for the whole day<3

i think you wont be surprised when i say i came with yet another request... but !! i came up with this idea yesterday during my lectures and honestly i dont think there's anyone else than you who could write it perfectly so here i am<3

so, i was think about changbin with a shy, reserved s/o who's scared of intimacy - not only sex but simply initiating physical contact with him and being seen naked. and one day changbin would suggest doing some kind of ‘excercise’ where both of them would slowly and patiently undress each other and binnie would instruct them to touch him - his face, chest, back, everything. the reader would obviously be scared, but gradually would try to overcome their fears. there might be some tears, maybe the reader would be like “binnie, i can’t do this, please close your eyes” but eventually would end up tracing their fingers down changbin’s body.

it might end up with a soft, fluffy smut with lots of praises but it doesn’t have to, just write whatever you feel comfortable with<3 thank you so so much, please take your time, i’ll be patient❤️

sending you lots of love, mwah😽

Merin 😭 when you said you’d be patient I don’t think you expected me to take a whole seven months to post this IM SO SORRY IM SO EMBARRASSED 😖😖😖 This fic has honestly been through it like I lost count of how many times I wrote this, deleted it, rewrote it, deleted it, rewrote it…only for me to end up going for my original plan 💀

As you might remember, my birthday was spent pretty much in bed since I was sick but the following seven months have been…something! It’s all good though and I’m quite content with what my life looks like at the moment, you know, all things considered. I’ve been writing so much lately so I’m really happy about that. What about you babe, how have you been???

As always, feel free to request anything else and I promise I’ll try to do better about responding because what the fuck even was that IM SORRY AGAIN 😭😖 Anyways I love you so much and I’ve missed you so much mwah! ── ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 )

🎇 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 🎇

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ) 2.8k

SUBBY CHAN!! subby chan pretty please. with maybe a bit of face riding 🤭

and you're writing is actually really good. so good. might have binge-read your works teehee

- 🫧 anon

𖥻 Reward

♡┊ 𝐂𝐇𝐐𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; bangchan x fem!reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 :: you asked your boyfriend to ride his pretty face :)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 :: smut ( 18+ ), switch!reader, switch!chan, face riding, reader has bigger thighs, they are whipped for each other, unprotected sex ( don’t do that !!! ), slight aftercare, I was in a mood while writing but oh well 🤷‍♀️

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: I turned your ask into a tiny drabble my lovely 🫧 anon I hope you like it tho ✨ I’m glad you enjoy my work so much bubs💕

You knew your boyfriend was handsome but the outfit he was wearing today did something with your brain…his hair looking ever so soft and the almost sheer top and the pretty necklace he was wearing was just beautiful. You’re so proud of Chan and the way his eyes sparkled when they won another award made your heart speed up. So you decided to treat your amazing boyfriend…when you both got home that day chan went to take a shower after giving you a passionate kiss. The way his lips feel against you made you feel butterflies in your stomach. So as soon as you hear the shower running and Chan’s soft humming you quickly change, pulling out your boyfriends favourite lingerie of yours a fully black set almost see through with tiny black bows on the straps of the bra and panties it was barely covering anything and it made you feel confident and pretty. You’re so focused on yourself in the mirror that you didn’t notice chan leaving the bathroom and walking over to you with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Chan swore his breathing stopped for a moment when he saw you standing there in front of your bedroom mirror. Chan loved when you felt good about yourself. He slowly walks up to you putting his hands around your waist. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this” Chan’s one hand pulling at the strap on the side of your underwear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck making you shiver. You slowly turn at to face Chan putting ur arms around his neck one hand playing with his soft hair. Chan hums in enjoyment at the front of your body pressed against his and your hand in his hair, his own hands started to wander around your body “wanted to give you a reward on your own baby” you whisper against his lips “so tell me Channie what do you want I will give you anything” you started kissing his neck, chan making room for you taking a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of your lips on him. “Anything Darling?” Chan asks when you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

The movement of your hips was controlled by your boyfriend while you couldn’t even focus on anything that wasn’t his plush lips on your cunt, you already came twice on his face and each time chan hummed in delight when he tasted your sweet high on his tongue. His warm tongue moving inside you and his nose was pressed against your clit making you see stars. “God darling you taste like fucking heaven” chan said making you whine. Chan swears he was in heaven with your plush thighs wrapped around his face and the way your breast where moving together with the sounds that left your mouth made his dick impossibly harder “Channie please wanna fell you inside me” you whine hands gripping on this hair like they are your lifeline. Chan couldn’t resist the need longer, longing to be inside your pretty cunt. Chan’s pushes you downward to his hard length. “Do it pretty girl ride me” you didn’t need to be told twice and quickly sink down on him making Chan’s eyes roll back, the way you feel around him send him even closer to his orgasm.

The way he was hitting your sweet spot makes you clench even tighter around him. You could feel your orgasm on the tip of your tongue chan knew your body like the back of his hand “come for me pretty girl” he whispered before kissing you passionately. You couldn’t hold back anymore and let go feeling your sweet relief wash over you. Chan quickly falling over the edge with you keeping his length as deep as he could go inside your warmth. You’re slowly coming down from your shared high your arms wrapped tightly around Chan “are you okay darling?” He whispered not wanting to disturb your bliss. You nod slowly kissing his lips once more. “I’m so proud of you Channie” you whispered, making Chan smile and tighten his hold onto you.

masterlist — ★ ₊˚⌗ 🪼’

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 ┊if you’re a minor please don’t interact with posts that are labelled as mature !!! you are welcome to read anything else just please make sure you are over eighteen if the post ist marked to have mature or even suggestive content. Thank you !!!

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

─ 𖥻 gentle loving

─ 𖥻 living in the circus

─ 𖥻 i promise

─ 𖥻 10:30pm

─ 𖥻 drunk

─ 𖥻 wake up ( 18+ )

─ 𖥻 my darling ꒰ dad!chan ꒱

─ 𖥻 reward ( 18+ )

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

─ 𖥻 concept pics ( 18+ )

─ 𖥻 sick baby

─ 𖥻 distraction

─ 𖥻 the company finds out your dating

─ 𖥻 10:00pm

𝐒𝐞𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

─ 𖥻 Pretty Girl ( 18+ )

𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

─ 𖥻 sweet affection

─ 𖥻 pouty

𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

─ 𖥻 when he buys you flowers

─ 𖥻 you broke me first

─ 𖥻 winter morning

─ 𖥻 pillow princess ( 18+ )

─ 𖥻 make me forget ( 18+ )

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

─ 𖥻 can we kiss forever

─ 𖥻 marry me?

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

─ 𖥻 02:30am

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

─ 𖥻 nini

𝐎𝐓𝟖

─ 𖥻 meeting them for the first time

─ 𖥻 when you wear their clothes // hyung line

─ 𖥻 when you want to cuddle // hyung line

─ 𖥻 skz as dads

─ 𖥻 their kids first word // chan&minho

─ 𖥻 love making with skz

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 // 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

─ 𖥻 sub!chan and sub!felix thoughts ( 18 + )

𖥻 gentle loving

♡┊𝐇𝐘𝐕𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; bang chan

as you opened your eyes your boyfriend has already gone to the gym with his friends , so you decided to lay in bed longer and enjoy his calming scent a bit longer. you fell back asleep for another hour until the sunlight woke you up yet again. you yawn before searching for your phone to look at the notifications you got overnight. nothing grabbed your interest till you saw a message from your best friend.

you responded to her knowing she will tease you for always answering late after you finished texting her you got up and went downstairs to the kitchen where you saw a bright pink post it with your boyfriends messy handwriting on the table.

morning love

got you some breakfast at the coffee shop it’s in the fridge.

have a nice day love you <3

and a cute heart drawn at the bottom of the note.

it made you smile at how thoughtful he was even if it was just a simple thing like getting you breakfast early in the morning. after texting him a quick thanks for the breakfast baby, you grabbed the plate and a coffee/tea/juice (whatever u prefer) and sat down at the dining table scrolling on TikTok while eating as you heard the sound of the door opening and closing. you heard something dropping on the floor probably chan’s gym bag. you where still lost in your thoughts as your boyfriend enters the kitchen with a smile on his face and his curly fluffy hair.

his bare face and natural hair had always been your favourite sight to see, so you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. you stood up and quickly put your arms around him just as he puts both of his hand on your hips. chan’s face mirrors your own affectionate smile “hey love”

he said in a gentle voice which only made your heart speed up more so you didn’t hold back and kissed him. it was one of those kisses where you just let your actions speak for you as your lips danced together. neither of you had realised how long the kiss went on but neither of you were complaining as you just hold each other and enjoyed being together. the day continues like that no need to rush anything as you and chan cuddle up on the couch putting on a random show which no one of you paid attention to because you were to focused on each other. you smiled softly as you looked down on your chest seeing chan sleeping on it soft snores escaping his pretty lips as you tangled your hand in his soft curls and closed your eyes <3

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「𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕」 · masterlist

SUMMARY ➥ Being a professional-grade porn producer is not your typical nine-to-five, but you like it — the pay is great, the hours are flexible, and it's an intriguing conversation starter. However, things get more than complicated when your infatuation with one of your performers turns into something it shouldn't be.

This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

※ Bang Chan x afab reader — Pornstar AU, coworkers to lovers, mutual pining, angst, slowburn, smut.

※ Reader discretion advised — Adult themes, graphic depictions of porn and various porn tropes, flawed characters overall, alcohol & recreational drug use, confidence/intimacy issues, heavy mutual fantasizing, heavy (almost toxic) jealousy, strong language, explicit sexual content.

RELEASED WORK ➥ Scene I ➥ Scene II ➥ Scene III

「© 2023, exxxtraoddinary · No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」

I'm dead and screaming in everything unholy. I need more

「𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕」 · scene ii

❝𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝.❞

WC: 5.6k (24 min. avg. reading time)

⚠ — Depiction of a porn video (orgasm denial, dacryphilia, throat fucking), livestreaming sex, sexual tension (see masterlist for more).

★ Please see my pinned before asking to be tagged. || @hanjingin @jetblackbelle @biribarabiribbaem @cutiespaghetti @inniescandy-01 @straywrds @chlodavids @kileidoscope @seosalad @idkluvutellme @tenshimara @skzworldx @svintsandghosts @sunshitting

※ This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

The first rule of a successful scenario: It turns you on? Then it will most likely turn on other people. Well, at least like-minded ones. 

If Chris had pre-shoot rituals, so did you while writing. It had to be during nighttime. It had to be in an immersive atmosphere with some sultry R&B slow jams in the background. It had to be with a decent glass of wine and a dildo within arm’s reach just in case.

There you were about to write again, but the usual faceless protagonist of your fantasies was nowhere to be found. A very unwelcome player change had occurred in that department.

Ever since you walked in on him in his waiting room, you just couldn’t stop picturing Chris, and it was nothing but a nuisance. Every time you closed your eyes, he was just there. An uninvited guest behind your eyelids tormenting you with the lascivious image of his ridiculously gorgeous figure, delicious moans induced by gratification filling your ears, forcing you to wonder what he would taste like in your mouth. 

What?

It was a bit different from what he did on camera, though. He seemed utterly entranced then, completely lost in the realm of pleasure without any idea he was being watched. Sure, you only caught a glimpse of it for the briefest moment, but that moment dragged on to become minutes in your mind. It most certainly wasn’t a performance he was putting on.

You should have asked him what he was touching himself to.

While you were getting carried away in your thoughts, you were suddenly hit with an epiphany. You literally had Chris at your disposal to act out your fantasies, and maybe you could abuse that to your advantage a little bit. You were the producer, weren’t you? You could cast whoever the fuck you goddamn wanted, and it wasn’t like Jisung would say no to your picks.

You took a huge gulp from your sauvignon blanc and started typing.

𝚄𝚗𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

The paragraphs following the synopsis continued with borderline wholesome stuff. How one innocent touch obliterated him, how he felt the urgent need to relieve himself at that very moment due to how heavily he was simping, fantasizing about kissing her, swooning over the trail of fragrance she left behind in her wind…

But once you got to depicting the final sex scene, it started to descend into insanity.

The pair losing themselves in sheer passion, worshipping to the point of trance, bite marks and scratches on the back as lasting tangible proofs of desire and ownership, tugs at hair, tugs at lips, heavy breathing, moaning, hissing in delight, commanding, rewarding, punishing, edging and edging and edging and edging just to overstimulate until the brink of blacking out.

Admit it.

“Wake me up like that, too,” you whispered out loud while fucking yourself hard in your chair with your eyes shut tight, “Please me. Make me squirt on your face.”

Admit it.

The images behind your eyelids were just so damn lucid. There he was, slowly coming closer to your bed in the middle of the night with an almost mocking smile on his stupidly beautiful features. He knew it was a matter of time before he nuked your entire existence between your legs. He knew you were going to go insane the more he prolonged his sweet torture. He was getting the sickest pleasure out of tantalizing you.

Admit it.

“God, I can’t fucking stand how much I want you!”

You spit on your fingers and started rubbing yourself fervently to accompany the intense sensation of fullness you felt inside, and the second you imagined it was Chris’ lips around your clit sucking on you, you came so hard that your brain went numb for a second there. You felt a headache coming on shortly after.

When your wits clicked back, however, the warmth of the afterglow replaced itself with a confounding dilemma.

The things you had fantasized about just now… Was that a byproduct of being exposed to so much hardcore stuff at work, or had you always been like this?

Or was that all exclusively because of Chris?

Sometimes it was a funny coincidence when things that only lived in your imagination turned out to be facts. You could pretend you somehow manifested them into reality, but when the said reality also meant someone’s frustration…

It could be as pleasurable as stumbling upon a free porn channel that only broadcast your sickest fantasies.

It was so obvious you were feeling some type of way every time you saw Chris, usually getting angry, but also flustered at times no matter how much you tried to veil it. What you didn’t know, however, was how amusing he found it. He would go as far as calling it cute. His number one pastime activity had become relentlessly teasing you for his personal entertainment, be it purposefully getting on your nerves with his insufferable insolence or randomly saying something so fucking brazen that you would feel the need to remove yourself from the premises in order not to combust.

But the best part was when you were present to monitor the scenes he was shooting.

At first, he thought it was just a coincidence that you left the set right in the middle of a scene, and he was actually annoyed that you were gone. Why would you leave? What could you be possibly doing that was so important? Did you not enjoy god-tier porn by any chance? Very much free for that matter? Did you even know how much he charged his subscribers? 

Then he started observing to get to the bottom of things.

It happened once. Then twice. Then thrice. He eventually noticed the pattern. 

It was always during the oral scenes that you were leaving. He would drag on the prelude on purpose to catch an accidental glimpse of you just to find you clearly hot and bothered, to the point of sweating sometimes. Mere seconds after a cunnilingus scene started, he always heard the door closing in the distance, and when the scene ended you wouldn’t be there.

Interesting. Very interesting indeed.

This was all Chris could think about in the shower of the company gym. You were allegedly so irked by him, but was it at all possible that you were confusing your feelings with something else? Maybe you just didn’t want to admit how you really felt about him.

You’re so damn sassy, but I so wanna know how you feel inside.

Maybe you had a thing for oral specifically. Did you want him to do that to you? Because he would have no problem with it, and it would be the best you ever had. He would give you the most back-arching toe-curling orgasm of your life, and you would keep coming back for more. He would feign refusal at first just to tease you. What would you give him in return? Were you willing to beg, for example? Were you able to follow instructions well? Could you cum on cue? 

Alright, fine, but just this once, okay? 

That was a blatant lie, of course. You were going to ask him again, beat around the bush as long as you possibly could, but once you properly snapped and cast all your embarrassment aside, he would eventually give you what you wanted. Deep down you also knew he would give it to you, and give it to you good.

Weren’t you the one writing the instructions for how he should fuck people on camera? Didn’t that technically mean he was already working to please you? Was that really far-fetched to assume these were the things you liked in bed? 

That was why you insisted on including elaborate oral scenes every single time, wasn’t it?

I want to know what you sound like when you cum. You don’t strike me as a pillow princess at all.

He palmed himself in a firmer grip under the warm water trickling down his body, imagining this was how tight you would feel around him. Were you hiding some sick cravings under your oversized hoodies? Were you the type to get sensationally nasty when provoked by the right person? He could provoke you back just fine because the things you were making him thirst after were unspeakable.

Just ask. Why aren’t you asking? Ask me to stay behind. Spread your legs on my makeup table and ask me to bury my face into your cunt. Why don’t you want me? Why aren’t you asking?!!

Why did you keep leaving? What were you doing when you were gone? You were imagining him, weren’t you? You wanted him to eat your pussy. You wanted him to finger you until your eyes rolled back. You wanted him to make you cum like that.

“Oh, fucking…”

He could actually feel the pressure of his cum squirting out of him. The strings of white fluid completely wasted by not being in your mouth dissolved under the shower water instead, and Chris imagined he was shooting his entire load inside you the entire time. He just knew you sounded insanely erotic when you moaned. When you begged. When you asked for seconds right away without even giving him a minute to properly recuperate.

I would obsess over feeding your insatiability so bad, you would be the death of me.

When he finally came to his senses and got out of the shower, he realized that he was thirty fucking minutes late to his meeting with you.

“Sorry!” he barged into your office in a hurry without giving you a chance to snap, “Sparring session ran late.”

“SPARRI— The fuck, you box?” you immediately toned yourself down and looked at him in confusion, “Didn’t take you for a violent guy, really.”

“You clearly haven’t seen my discipline content,” he winked at you while settling on the armchair in front of your desk, “You should come down to the gym downstairs more often.”

“No thanks, I’m doing just fine with my couch potato lifestyle.”

“Who’s telling you to work out?” he continued shamelessly while spreading his legs a bit too wide apart, “I meant to come watch me. I’m there on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. 10 AM.”

You could feel the burn in your cheeks getting a bit intense. You cleared your throat and started rummaging through your desk drawer for a script that you knew wasn’t there.

“Stop it with the flirting, Bang.”

“But I’m not.”

“Good.”

“Or am I?”

He knew he was a total motherfucking flirt. While he kept giggling, you took a deep breath to calm the urge to slap the smugness off his face and put a folder in front of him.

“If you’re done with your ego jerk off, let’s discuss your next project.”

“Oh, I’m never done with jerking off, but please continue.”

After Chris left your office, leaving a trail of his oudy cologne behind for that matter, the only thing you could think about for the rest of your Wednesday was his workout schedule. Why did he tell you to come watch him exactly? There had to be an ulterior motive, right? Nothing this guy ever said was for the fuck of it. 

Your Thursday was consumed with the very same questioning. Why did he keep doing that? Why did he keep throwing a match on a tank of gasoline and walked away while whistling cheery tunes?

Just what the fuck did he want from you?!

You totally let your curiosity get the best of you, and on Friday at 10:05 AM, you were hiding in some secluded corner of the gym to spot Chris somewhere. When he finally appeared, it was around 10:15 AM.

“Late everywhere I see,” you scoffed to yourself.

He greeted his personal trainer with a handshake and a hug, and after listening to his instructions, he started his routine with some warm up. By the time he got to doing pushups, he was so sweltered that he quickly got rid of his black t-shirt and threw it to the side, completely exposing the sheen of sweat covering his spectacular physique.

You throbbed between your legs.

You had seen this guy completely naked before, then what the fuck was up with this?

When he started with his jabs and crosses and hooks, loudly grunting while punching the shit out of that sandbag, it stirred something in you. You had never seen him angry before. He wasn’t physically mad per se, but he still carried all the telltale signs of it. Furrowed brows, clenched jaw, muscles tensed, nostrils flared, and unfortunately for you, you were feeling some of your repressed urges growing stronger inside you.

“One, two, jab. One, two, cross. One, two, hook. That’s my man, you’re on fucking fire today!”

The change in his expression was almost imperceptible because it was so subtle, but you saw it. The faintest of smiles through his panting. He liked hearing the compliment. Listening to all the instructions his trainer bombarded him with and Chris following everything to perfection reminded you of something he casually squeezed in his words in the passing.

Discipline, huh?

You snuck out through the emergency exit and dashed back to your office, logging into Chris’ page on your phone as you were running. You slammed your door close and threw yourself on your couch to frantically search for the video he was talking about.

“Filter by category. BDSM. Yes.”

He only had one video with this label titled Imperatives: The Art of Subtle Dominance. When you pressed play, you noticed the vibe of the video was quite different than his usual content. The lighting was dramatic and the resolution was so crisp, indicating this was shot with a professional-grade camera. With multiple takes for that matter because there were even angle changes along the way.

The camera showed someone walking into a bedroom with a high ceiling and marble floors, and the slow steps were echoing in the room. The little details were captured with macro shots. The Rolex around a wrist, the Givenchy belt and the matching cufflinks on a black shirt that peeked under a blazer, the thick silver chain around the neck… The man in the stunning jet black suit stood tall in front of a mahogany table, put three cubes of ice inside a tasteful whiskey glass, and soaked them with the amber liquid pouring out of a Macallan bottle like a gentle waterfall. It was only when he brought the glass to his lips that the frame showed this gorgeous beast was indeed Chris. He was looking out the window into the night with pensive eyes.

A knock was heard on a thick wooden door and he answered without turning around.

“Come in.”

A woman entered the room, and she was only in the frame from the shoulder down. Her equally slow steps reverberated throughout the walls in a higher pitch courtesy of the heels she was wearing. Chris sat down on a black leather armchair with his legs spread wide, head tilted to the side, and two fingers of his idle hand pressed on his temple. He watched the woman walk to the middle of the room and stop, then took a deep breath as he eyed her from head to toe.

“Approach.”

The woman started walking again. Her final destination was right in front of him this time. Chris looked up at her, tilted his head to the other side, then pointed at his lap with his eyes.

“Sit.”

She climbed on the armchair, bent her knees on either side, and properly straddled him. Chris took another sip from his amber drink and fixated his gaze on her chest.

“Strip.”

She slowly unbuttoned the white shirt she was wearing on top of her pencil skirt. Her long, dark purple nails on her delicate fingers came into the frame. She discarded her shirt to the side, exposing her upper torso to him fully. Chris brushed the skin right between her breasts with two of his fingers.

“Kiss.”

The camera panned down to an angle that only showed them kissing. Just their lips and tongues gliding on each other. When Chris stopped kissing her, her nipples had become rock hard. He chugged his remaining drink first. Then he grabbed one of the ice cubes in his glass, dragged it on her pebbled skin, and finally shoved it in her mouth to give her something to suck on while he was making out with her dripping nipples. A little too obscenely with wet smacks of his lips. He suddenly got up while wrapping her legs around his waist and laid her down on the edge of the bed. 

The strength this guy possessed was just… insane.

“Remove.”

She pulled her skirt up to her waist and took off her black lace lingerie. Chris kneeled in front of her and started ghosting his hands around her thighs. He suddenly grabbed her wrist when she tried to touch herself.

“Don’t.”

He slowly released his grip and channeled his attention to his target again. He softly kissed her legs. Her thighs. Her crotch. He gradually worked his way to her glistening pussy.

“Spread.”

She pressed her fingers on her pussy to spread her lips. The camera panned to a closeup again. Her folds were so glossy and she was visibly throbbing. The first time her voice was heard was when Chris started licking her. He was not pleased with it at all, so he raised his voice to get his point across.

“Quiet.”

The slow kitten licks on her turned into dragged out stripes of his tongue from her entrance up to her clit. Her muffled whimpers started quickening, alerting him that she was about to cum.

“Hold.”

He stopped his ministrations until she calmed down a bit, but when he started again, he wasn’t eating her out anymore. He was dining on her, closing his entire mouth on her pussy with his eyes shut, slurping and licking and lapping at her as fast as he could as she tried to move away from him.

“Stop.”

He sucked on his middle and ring fingers and pushed them into her oozing hole, his mouth still at work on her cunt. Quiet sobs were heard in the background. She had started crying for how overwhelmed she was, and Chris was beyond content watching those tears fall down.

“Beg.”

She wasn’t talking. She was probably not allowed to talk. Her sobs got louder instead and she was trying to pull herself back to resist cumming. Please. Too much. Just… Please, let me!!!

Chris looked at her with an absolutely sinister smile on his face and finally showed a shred of mercy.

“Cum.”

With a moan ripping straight from her diaphragm, she arched into his mouth as if somebody shocked her and kept thrashing under him until her climax receded. Her face was never once shown, but it was a no-brainer that she was utterly fucked out.

“Get up.”

He pulled on her wrists to make her sit up. Her shirt was gone, her skirt was pooling around her waist, there was no underwear in sight, but her heels were still on. Disheveled perfected.

“Kneel.”

She sat on her knees while Chris unbuckled his belt and he finally freed his cock. It looked so flushed and hard, and the precum dripping from his slit was absolutely mouthwatering.

“Suck.”

She started blowing him but with nowhere near enough gratification. Shallow sucks, barely taking half of him in her mouth. Chris slithered his hand behind her nape and pushed her face down.

“Choke.”

He groaned when she was able to take as much of him as she could in her mouth. It apparently felt so damn good that he was getting gradually rough with her, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling it back, and eventually started fucking her throat. His breathing was turning labored as his moans climbed louder. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and started downright pounding her mouth.

“Moan!”

She basically screamed on her cock, and Chris came with such animalistically guttural moans that it was barely discernible whether he was in pain or drowning in ecstasy. When he was able to ride the waves of his pleasure back to the shore, he gave his very last command.

“Swallow.”

She gulped down everything in her mouth, even swiped her thumb at the corner of her mouth to collect the singular drop of cum trickling down, and licked it clean. Chris watched her with a very content smile on his face, albeit with squinted eyes, and kissed the crown of her head before he left the room.

“Good girl.”

When the video finished, you felt properly fucked out, and you wondered why Chris didn’t include this particular video in his portfolio when he applied. Based on what he insinuated, you sort of expected this video to get violent in a common BDSM fashion. It wasn’t violent in that sense, but it was violent nevertheless. Intense. Vehement. Quietly frantic. This was the rawest you had ever seen him. That complete command he had on someone, objectifying them solely to cater to his cravings, and the way they simply obeyed… They obeyed because they wanted the reward. They obeyed because they wanted the praise. They obeyed because they wanted to hear those two words fall from his lips.

Good girl.

Just hypothetically, how far would Chris be willing to go just to hear he was being good?

“DAMMIT!!!”

You stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway when you heard Chris roaring in the distance. You took a couple of steps back and knocked on the waiting room door.

“It’s me. You’re not getting in the zone, are you? Can I come in?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, and he seemed pretty agitated for some reason. You approached him with caution as if you were approaching a caged animal.

“You okay? What’s going on?”

He sharply inhaled through his nose, indicative of how annoyed he was. He pressed his palms to his eyes and then finally looked up at you.

“I have a fucking problem.”

“What is it?”

“It’s the damn diet change my trainer put me on!” the veins on his temple popped as he yelled, “I can’t seem to sustain… I can’t…”

You were trying so hard not to show how much you were entertained by his apparent misery, but the guy seemed legitimately upset about something. You gave him an encouraging nod to continue, and he eventually spat it out while ruffling his hair in frustration.

“I can’t stay hard for some reason, okay?”

“Oh.”

If there was a moment to ridicule the fuck out of him, this was it, but you were genuinely stuck between laughing your ass off and finding a solution. His poor performance in any department was going to reflect on you and Jisung after all.

“Well, how do you usually control it?”

“I never had to control it before.” 

“So you’re perpetually horny. Gotchu.”

Your attempt to lighten the mood didn’t work at all since Chris was glaring at you with his tongue pressed inside his cheek as if you caused this problem. Then his eyes started traveling on you from head to toe, quite clearly checking you out, and his expression softened a tinge.

“Actually, there is a way I can stay hard.”

“No enhancements,” you curtly refused, “We talked about this.”

“It’s not that.”

He stood up and got closer to you, once again completely unaware of the concept of personal space.

“You can let me look at your pussy.”

“Fucking excuse you?!”

“Come on, no need to be that dramatic. I’m not gonna do anything,” he tilted his head like he was making such a tame request, “I just wanna take a look.”

The goddamn audacity of this guy? Was he not hearing what he was saying?

“Well, to your infinite misfortune, I didn’t douche, your motherfucking highness, so if you’re in dire need of visual stimulation I’ll just call—”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

He stopped you in a hurry by grabbing you by the wrist, and brought his face closer to yours. Under normal circumstances, you would slap a guy into oblivion for doing this, but when it was Chris…

When it was Chris this close to you… This close… Too close…

“Admit it. You’re leaving in the middle of scenes to touch yourself to me, don’t you?” 

You felt like you were being subjected to a pop quiz all of a sudden. You had to lie. You had to lie your ass off, but all your senses could register was his goddamn cologne, and it choked the fuck out of your reasoning.

“Get a goddamn grip, Bang.”

“You’re not denying it.”

Deny. Yes, deny. Say ‘I don’t’. Say ‘Where the fuck did that come from?’. Just say something!!!

“You’re very interesting, you know,” he released his grip and softly brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers, “And you’re actually getting wet as we speak.”

He leaned into you more, and you felt his breathing on your skin as his fingers quietly caressed your neck. Goosebumps were breaking all over your body. You felt completely disarmed, and his mere presence was so overwhelming that you were almost drunk on him.

“I turn you on, don’t I?”

If he uttered that exact sentence from across the room with that fucking smug grin of his, you would be able to retort this easily. But it was hard, so hard to break free of his spell when his tone was weirdly vulnerable, softly whispering facts into your ear, seducing you by just existing, and holding you in a complete chokehold with his feathery touches.

“Because I can smell how wet you are and it’s sexy as fuck,” he lightly pressed his forehead on your temple and stole a long whiff of your scent, “Admit it. You want me, too, don’t you?”

Too as in… As in as well? As in likewise? As in I want you in the first place?

His words alone got you dripping between your legs.

Yes. Yes, you fucking wanted him. You insanely wanted him. Happy now? You wanted to do unspeakable things to him. Heck, you would even let him film you for his personal porn archive on the condition that he would give you a copy, too. And he knew. He fucking knew you wanted him back. He knew you weren’t going to be able to say no if he asked. 

“Permission to have you feel me?”

It was as if you had no willpower anymore. You watched yourself nod. Chris slowly held your hand and pressed it on his crotch. 

He was rock hard under your touch. 

Then he placed one kiss on your ear and dragged it out for so long that you almost came to that. He softly chuckled at the way you shuddered and pulled out a bullet vibrator from his pocket.

“Tell you what, instead of faking a bathroom emergency this time, how about you put this inside while watching me for a change?” 

He held your hand again, placed the purple device in your palm, and closed it.

“I hate it when you keep leaving at the best part,” he kissed your nose and left, leaving you to seethe in the whirlwind of your emotions.

I need to fuck this guy without fucking him, but how?

“Wait, you actually carry a bullet vibrator on you?!” you yelled behind his back in the hallway, but he was already long gone.

You opened your and stared at the bullet for a while, trying to process what the heck just transpired in this room. Somehow your train of thought completely derailed and you were struck with an idea.

A sex toy line. Fleshlights and dildos modeled after your most popular performers.

I need to fuck this guy without fucking him.

“OH MY GOD, JI, WE’RE GONNA BE FUCKING RICH!” you dashed out and bolted towards the editing room.

At the end of that very long day, you and Jisung headed towards the lounge room to kick back over a few much-deserved drinks.

“Shit, I forgot my charger upstairs,” Jisung turned around, “You go ahead. I’ll be right down.”

You thanked all the deities you could think of when you realized the lounge room was empty. You grabbed a beer from the fridge, threw yourself on a beanbag, and started scrolling through your phone to busy yourself until Jisung arrived.

“Hey.”

Chris was standing right by the glass door leaning on his arm. For once, he didn’t look like he was about to blurt something out that would cause you to throw a hissy fit.

“Oh, hey,” you looked up at him, “Problem solved?”

“You know it,” he smiled at you mischievously, “I just wanted to say thank you. For today.”

“I… literally didn’t do anything, but you’re welcome,” you raised your bottle, “Actually, do you want t—?”

“Hey, boss!”

“Hey, Lex.”

Alexis appeared right next to Chris, and you watched her kiss him on the lips with utter bewilderment.

“Ready to go?”

“You go ahead. I’ll be out in a second.”

To say that you were stunned would be a massive understatement. You didn’t really know you felt about what you just witnessed, or how to react to it like a normal person.

“Are you– Are guys… dating?” you asked him with your brows raised.

“Not really. We’re just hanging out.”

“She just kissed you.”

“And?”

And what? What the hell kind of casual greeting was that? How would you even properly respond to that?!

“No reason. I just… Yeah, no reason.”

“Good night, sassy,” he left with a very amused smirk on his face. 

You buried yourself deeper into the beanbag with obvious confusion on your face, replaying everything that happened during the day. You were trying to spot what it was that you missed. How did it go from that electric moment in the waiting room to… to this?

“I’m BACK!” Jisung startled the life out of you with his announcement and grabbed a beer from the bridge for himself, “Do you wanna watch stuff that’s not porn for once?”

You turned on the TV and started going through the entertainment catalog in front of you with somewhat dead eyes.

“Say, do we have an HR policy that says you can’t date coworkers?” you blurted out without thinking, which caught Jisung by surprise.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”

All of a sudden you realized why the heck you were asking this, and thanks to the heavy friendzone you and Jisung had put each other in, you had your reasoning intact to lie this time.

“I uh– I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I was thinking about Anita just now, and if there’s a clause that stipulates—”

“WHERE’S THAT GODDAMN EMPLOYEE HANDBOOK?!”

Jisung immediately bolted to probably trash his office, you inadvertently cackled at his antics. You were too lazy to just get up and leave, so you decided to hang out by yourself until someone kicked you out. The combo of beanbags, beer, and TV wasn’t much different than your home setup anyway.

In the middle of the third episode of some crime show you were watching, your phone went off with a notification ping.

Channing B. is live! Scotty doesn’t know (her place) 🐺

Seeing the name on the screen so unexpectedly shook you a little. You had totally forgotten that people also livestreamed on this platform. 

You were initially going to leave it alone. You really were. You even resisted it for a good, what, half an hour? But your morbid curiosity eventually forced you to cave, and you tapped on the notification ribbon, not knowing what to expect from the vague title.

There was an endless torrent of comments flowing in the chat, occasionally telling him what to do as though he was going to turn around to read them, but mostly in the form of starstruck freakouts.

OMG IT’S ALEXIS SCOTT!!! IT’S SCOTTIEEEEEEE lexi can step on me and id thank her collab of the century right there UPLOAD THIS ON DEMAND I’LL PAY WHATEVER YOU WANT

A high-rise building’s balcony. Chris. Clearly hazed. Fucking the shit out of Alexis against the rails. 

“Beg louder, slut.”

“Please, sir, I need to cum. I’ll do anything!”

As a professional working in the adult entertainment industry, you had seen things way worse than this. Vile things even. You had a high tolerance for obscenity, so watching this didn’t actually warrant feeling this queasy. You had only downed two beers anyway. 

Your mind knew there was absolutely no reason for you to feel this way, but your heart couldn’t help falling to your stomach. 

And you would rather die than admit this out loud.

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