What If I Behave Badly Baby? Won't You Be The One To Punish Me, Please? I'm Beggin..

𖥻 when he buys you flowers

♡┊ 𝐇𝐘𝐕𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; han jisung

these days you have been feeling extremely exhausted from work/school, it was one of these times where everything is becoming to much for you to handle. of course your boyfriend noticed that, he always noticed even the smallest change of behaviour you had. so when jisung noticed that when you got back home and immediately sat on your desk to work on assignments instead of eating something first he was worried he didn’t even get his usual greeting and a kiss which made him pout a bit. jisung loved your kisses and affection and appreciated it every second of the day he got to have with you.

he saw you sitting on your desk to concentrated on your work to notice him standing in the doorway of the room. jisung slowly made his way towards you and put his arms around your neck from behind nuzzling his head in your neck breathing in your scent. it made you smile as you turned your head a bit to look at your cute boyfriend who was already looking at you with this cute smile. you couldn’t resist or better you didn’t want to as you leaned in an kissed his soft chapped lips.

jisung responded the kiss immediately happy to feel you against him after a whole day of dance practice with the other boys. when you pull away from him he whined “y/nnnn” you grin at him an mockingly teased him back “babyyyy” smiled at him. as jisung looked at your face he could clearly see the exhaustion on you pretty face, the dark circles under your pretty e/c eyes. it hurts seeing you like this. so he puts out his hand for you to hold on as you do he pulls you up against his chest making you let out sigh feeling your tired body relax in your boyfriends chest. jisung and you went to bed after finishing your nighttime routine and putting on comfy clothes, you fell asleep in each others arms.

as jisung opens his eyes he was greeted by the sunlight that fell on his face. he picks up his phone to look at the time 9:37am.

he sighed it won’t be another 5 hours till you would return from work/school suddenly he got an idea. he quickly got dressed and took his keys and phone and drove of to a coffee shop he got 2 iced americano after paying he drove off to your work/school knowing you would be on a lunch break when he got there. looking at the time again he saw that he still got 30 minutes left.

jisung wonders what he could do knowing it only took 10 minutes to get to your work/school as his eyes catches a flower shop he put the coffee in the cup holder in his car and closed it. jisung quickly crossed the street to the small flower shop, be pushed the door open, a ding from the bell above him rang through the store and a older looking lady appeared “hello sir what can I do for you” she kindly smiled at jisung. jisung looks around the store, at all the different flowers and his eyes catch a bundle of red roses. jisung points at them and smiled at the lady “could I have these roses please” the lady smiled and prepared the roses for him.

she put a red bow on it and cute white wrapping paper around them. after jisung pays for them he quickly drove to your school/work he saw you standing outside talking with your best friend. he took the flowers and the still warm coffee and walked up to you “for my baby” he said as he stood behind you. you quickly stopped talking and turned around to face a smiling jisung, one hand holding flowers the other held a coffee. you brightly smile at him taking the items from him starring at the roses, smelling them. “ji why did you get this for me not that I don’t like them they are beautiful but…” your voice trailed of thinking if today is something special

jisung chuckled and puts an arm around you pressing a kiss on your pouty lips. pulling back he shakes his head “no baby I just wanted to make you smile”

YESS PLEASE WRITE A DAD CHAN FIC!

-🖤🐺 wolfy

its almost done might post it later my dear friend 🖤

Brb screaming into my pillow cuz Chan’s pretty lips drive me crazy 😔💕

@moonjxsung I luv your brain MWAH🥹

hii! could i request a idol!chan and makeup artist!reader smut where she was doing his lip makeup and made a mistake and then she goes to wipe it off but the sexual tension?? also could chan be the dom pls?? thanks in advance!!

Warning: smut below! mdni.

Chan is probably the most obedient client you’ve had to date. He doesn’t move when you’re applying concealer to his nonexistent flaws, he doesn’t twitch when you curl his eyelashes and he often gives his own input on what makeup he likes wearing on stage. He’s partial to darker, more sultry looks, especially keen on smoky eyeshadows and smudged eyeliner. And he sits perfectly still this evening, as you test a new look for his upcoming performance in a few days.

“Does that feel okay?” You inquire, dabbing his under eyes with a silicone blending tool to even out his concealer.

“Yeah,” Chan responds, keeping his gaze on the ceiling above him. “It feels fine.”

“That’s good,” you reply, bringing some of the product down to his cheeks. “This one’s a new blending tool, I know some people aren’t into the ones that aren’t sponges.”

“No, no, this one’s fine, I promise,” he says with a smile.

You smile back at him, finishing the application of his concealer, and then you tuck the tube back away into your makeup bag.

“The only thing left is lipstick,” you voice to him, digging around your bag of lipsticks for a color that will match the dark eye makeup he sports. “Do you have a preference?”

“Hm…” Chan hums, thinking for a moment. “Not really, you’re better at picking the lip stuff. Just not something too dark, I guess.”

You dig around a little more, the clattering sounds of lipsticks filling the silence between you as he waits, and then you select a tube of amaranth lipstick from your collection.

“Let’s try this one,” you say, twisting off the cap and balancing the tube between your fingers, as your other hand brings the tip of it to his lips.

He sits perfectly still, like he always does, as you begin to paint his plump lips with the product and spread it evenly. You can feel Chan’s eyes on you while you work, the blue contacts in his eyes moving with his pupils as your hand paints his lips in slow movements. And then you pull back again, instructing him to press his lips together to distribute the product while you stuff the little tube back in your pocket.

Chan complies, his plump lips pressing together to coat both sides in the sticky lipstick, and then he pulls his lips back again, a generous amount now coating the fake lip piercing he sports in his bottom lip.

“Oops, I should’ve taken the piercing out,” you say with a nervous smile. “Hold on, let me clean it.”

And you pull a tissue out from the box beside you, folding it into a neat square and bringing it to his bottom lip. You can feel his eyes boring into you again, a little more intense now, as you dab at his lip piercing and try to get the sticky residue off the silver metal.

Chan’s breath hitches in his throat a little as you clean him, his mind running rampant with thoughts about giving into the urges that plague his mind when you’re at this proximity to him. He knows you’re just his makeup artist, and you’ve been working with him for a good while now. It would be completely inappropriate to say anything suggestive to you, or to kiss you, or to initiate something more physical in the privacy of his dressing room like this…

“I like your makeup,” Chan says suddenly, his eyes scanning the dark lipstick you flaunt.

“Thanks,” you respond with a soft chuckle. “It’s nothing special today.”

“Well it certainly caught my attention,” he retorts. “I think you look very pretty.”

“Thank you,” you say again, your heartbeat quickening at his words that make you beyond flustered.

“You’re welcome,” Chan replies, still keeping his gaze on yours.

He’s making it painfully obvious that he’s staring at you, his eyes scanning over every tiny movement you make and his lips parting to say something again, before closing once more and pulling into a small smile.

“What?” You ask with a small chuckle, taking notice of the way he keeps trying to say something.

“Nothing,” he replies. “I just…”

You wait for his answer, his voice trailing off as you pull away to look directly into his eyes without your hand hovering over his lips.

“I just kinda want to kiss you right now,” Chan finishes boldly, still staring intensely to gauge your reaction. And your lips pull into a smile, too, as you lean a little closer to him.

“What’s stopping you?” You ask, your eyes darting down to his now glossy lips and back up to his eyes.

“The fear that you don’t feel the same,” he says, leaning forward in his chair to get nearer to you. Your eyes remain locked on each other, urging the other to close the gap between you two and end this months-long game of feigning sexual tension.

“I kinda want to kiss you, too,” you reply nervously, your eyes moving to his lips, where his fake lip piercing shifts a little as he grins.

“Well what’s stopping you?” He queries.

“You’re my client,” you say, your voice sounding shaky as you hesitate to get any closer.

“I won’t tell,” Chan says, just barely grazing his lips over yours now. “We’re all alone right now.”

And you both close the gap finally, pressing your lips against each other and working eager, hungry kisses as you grab desperately at the fabric of his t-shirt. His lips feel exactly like you’d imagined them all this time, plump and luscious against yours, his tongue darting over yours briefly as he hums gently into the kiss and lets his hands snake down to your waist. If you weren’t so focused on kissing him like your life depended on it, you’d probably get nervous and pull away at the fact that he’s the best kisser you’ve ever experienced. The cold metal of his fake piercing grazes your bottom lip, and he smiles into the kiss when he can feel you gasp slightly at the sensation.

“Can we take this to the couch?” Chan asks between kisses as you fist desperately at his t-shirt.

You nod eagerly at his question, moving with him as he gets up from his chair and guides you back to the black leather couch in the middle of his dressing room. For a moment, you feel dizzy with anticipation, confused at how you’ve gotten here after dreaming of it for so long. You know you shouldn’t be thinking about your clients like this, but Chan feels different, his sweet actions coupled with his undeniably attractive looks making it hard to stop thinking about him this way. You’ve thought of him so many times like this, and when you’re finally lying back on the cold leather of the sofa, you have to double check the door across you is locked so that you won’t get caught here like this, engaging in something so forbidden.

“It’s locked, Chan says, as he steadies himself over you with one hand on the couch and another grazing your waist. “And everyone’s gone home for the night. It’s just us, I promise.”

You nod reluctantly, your eyes fixated on his toned frame that towers over you on the couch and makes you feel so small.

“Do you trust me?” Chan asks, his lips grazing over yours again.”

“Yeah,” you respond with a nervous smile after a brief silent pause. “I do.”

“Then just relax,” he finishes, leaning in to kiss you again. “I promise I’ll make you feel good, yeah? Nobody’s getting fired.”

And his words instill a sense of comfort in you, as he finally resumes his eager kisses against yours and snakes two hands up your shirt. His big palms sprawl out over the flesh of your stomach, caressing with gentle movements that mirror his personality. You arch desperately into his touch, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer and guide his lips down your neck. It almost tickles, the way his plump lips feather kisses down your flesh, and you can’t help but let out little moans of pleasure at the sensation, your underwear already pooling with wetness as he works you.

Chan is well-paced with his actions, but when he pulls away to undress, you feel a pit form in your stomach at the sight. His toned six-pack is so much more defined at this proximity, every concave of his flesh and muscle-toned line etched so perfectly into the broad chest he sports. His toned stomach forms a perfect v just above just crotch, where his boxers still remain, and you’re too nervous to even glance at the tent pitched underneath.

“Staring?” Chan inquires with a knowing smirk, as he guides his hands up your shirt and pulls it over your head.

“No,” you reply quickly. “Nothing I haven’t already seen.”

“Is that right?” He says in a cocky tone. “I think I have an idea of something you haven’t seen before, hm?”

As he speaks, he reaches one hand around your back to unclasp your black bra, your nipples hardening as the cool air grazes your bare flesh now completely exposed to him. Chan wastes no time peppering them in kisses, leaving a trail of needy drool over your nipples and sucking small bruises on the mound of your skin.

“Are you okay with this?” He asks, true to the respectful attributes he’s always shown in front of you.

“Yes,” you’re quick to say, staring down at him as he continues to work kisses around your breasts. “More than okay, actually.”

“Good,” Chan responds, sitting up to tug down his boxers finally. “I’m just really fucking turned on seeing you like this.”

And then his boxers are pooled at his thighs, exposing his hard-on for you as he brings a hand to wrap around the base of his cock. He’s much bigger than the guys you’ve been with, a thick, veiny girth blushed red with his arousal for you. You swallow nervously as he pumps himself lightly just two times, cocking his head at your still-clothed core with a small smirk.

“Your turn.”

Although you’re undeniably nervous to bare yourself in front of him like this, you comply, tugging your jeans and your panties down over your thighs and discarding them on the floor. Chan’s eyes are hooded with lust almost instantly when you do, a serious expression overtaking his face as he leans in to kiss you again.

“Fuck, baby,” he says between breathless kisses against your lips.

“I would’ve done this a whole lot sooner if I knew it’d look like this.”

And you smile against him, tangling your hands in his hair as he works your flesh with little nibbles. When his hands come around to caress your inner thighs, he frees his erection from his grasp, and it slowly hangs to graze your flesh with every movement of his. It even feels massive just resting against you, and you can feel your soaked cunt contracting around nothing, eager to feel him inside you.

“Chan,” you whimper, as his hands massage gentle back and forth motions over your thighs.

“Yes, baby,” he asks, pressing a series of chaste kisses to your lips.

“I’m already wet. Could you put it in?”

And he lets out a chuckle against you, his lips pulling into a smirk as he lets the tip of cock drag lazily against your entrance.

“Yeah? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already begging me to fuck you?”

“Mhm,” you voice back, parting your legs for him. “Just want to feel it inside me already.”

“Whatever you want,” he replies, wrapping his hand around his cock once more and pumping lightly as he taps your entrance. Your clit pulsates in anticipation as he guides in just the tip, already stretching you out a generous amount and causing you to moan from beneath him.

“You’re so tight,” Chan breathes down at you, squeezing his eyes shut as you struggle to take him. “So tight but so wet. You drive me crazy.”

And then he pulls back to shove in the rest, ramming into you with more force and bringing his lips to yours once he’s buried to the hilt in order to pacify your moans. You feel so full of him, completely penetrated by his thick girth and his pulsating flesh, and he keeps his mouth against yours as he speaks in a low voice.

“You can take it, baby. Fuck, your little pussy is clenching around me. I know it’s big, you’re doing so well for me. Keep taking it and I’ll fuck you like you asked so politely.”

And you nod eagerly, your eyes pricking with tears as he begins to move in and out of you, his cock reaching your cervix with no issue as he finds a steady rhythm and fucks you like he’s going to breed you. In contrast to his harsh movements, he’s gentle with his kisses, making sure to kiss you when you let out a particularly harsh moan or whimper, smiling down at you as he takes in the sight of you taking him so wholly and obediently.

As he moves a little faster now, he takes note of the way your makeup is ruined on your pretty face, your lips smeared with the lip gloss you applied to him earlier, along with your own lipstick that’s now migrated to your cheeks and below your chin. Your mascara is pooled around your eyes from squeezing them in pleasure, and your eyeliner is smudged around your eyelids, giving you a completely fucked-out and messy appearance. And Chan loves every inch of it, finding himself more turned on at the sight of you all disheveled like this because of him.

“Your pretty makeup’s all ruined,” Chan says tenderly, as he continues to rut into you with force.

As he thrusts into you, he brings a single hand up to your face, pinching the little tub of lipstick you applied on him earlier between his fingers and uncapping it with his thumb. He must have retrieved it from your jeans where you’d originally tucked it away after using it on him.

“Open,” Chan orders plainly, and you obey as he pauses briefly, patting your lips a little and letting Chan bring the tube of color to your lips.

His slender fingers navigate the tube around your lips in gentle movements, filling in the spots now void of color and painting your lips a dark shade of pink once again. And then he pulls back, capping the tube once more and discarding it beside you.

“Look at you,” Chan says with a smirk, as he resumes his harsh movements and begins to fuck you again.

And instantly you’re letting out a string of moans and cuss words, your mouth agape as he buries his cock inside of you and lets it pulse at your cervix. You’re so full, so satisfied, and you’re desperate to hold on to something, to press your lips against his and steady yourself as he works you. And then like he can read your mind, he brings his lips to yours again, indulging you in a drooly, open-mouthed kiss. You realize this was all part of his elaborate plan to make a mess between the two of you, as the lipstick is promptly transferred to his own plump lips and imprinted on his flesh to mark the forbidden deed like a scarlet letter. But he looks even more erotic like this, covered in your smeared lipstick and letting you trail your kisses all over his neck and his jawline as he continues to rail you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Chan interrupts your thoughts, and his lips trail down to take one of your breasts in his mouth, covering the mound in lipstick and mirroring the sloppy looks on your faces.

“Gonna fill you up with my load, yeah?” Chan says as more of a statement than a question. “Be good and take it for me.”

And he’s fucking you much harder now, loud moans and gasps filling the room at every thrust while you pray he’s right about the company being empty for the night. You're torn between wanting his load deep inside you, and being preoccupied with the prospect that you could very well lose your job for this. But it doesn’t matter just a few thrusts more, because Chan’s cock is twitching inside of you as his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. He lets his lipstick-stained mouth graze over yours as he finally cums inside of you, the warm feeling completely filling you up as he slows his pace and gauges your reaction.

“I’m still a little hard,” Chan says with a soft chuckle. “Gonna keep fucking you until you finish.”

His words make you dizzy with pleasure, so aroused at this confession that he’s willing to overstimulate himself until you’ve found your release. He increases his pace just a tad, until you’re nearing your release, too.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say breathlessly, as he brings you in for a much gentler kiss.

“Yeah, cum for me,” Chan responds. “I’m not pulling out until you do.”

And with just a few more thrusts, you finally reach your release, too, dribbling your own juices down the length of his shaft and feeling him begin to soften inside of you. When you’re trembling beneath him, he finally pulls out, sitting up on the couch to allow you to catch your breath for a moment.

You sit up, too, breathless and sighing in pleasure as you pull your clothes back on and try to come to terms with what just happened. As you do, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, quickly startled by your disheveled appearance and scrambling to wipe your mouth clean of the lipstick.

“Hey,” Chan says, leaning in to wipe your mouth with the tip of his thumb. “Like I said, no one’s gonna know, yeah? It’s just us. It’s just me.”

And you smile at him as he pulls on his boxers, too, lipstick also smeared along his face and a flushed look to his skin. He seems relaxed, even content that it happened, and you can’t help but mirror his calm demeanor as he brings you in for a tender embrace.

“We didn’t even decide on a final makeup look,” you say to him suddenly, realizing this whole thing was supposed to be to finalize his look for this week’s stage.

He chuckles lightly, still unfazed by the event and shrugging in response.

“I guess we’ll have to stay after hours again tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you reply, meeting his knowing gaze. “Tomorrow again.”

“Tomorrow again,” he repeats.

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I WILL GET YOU. JUST YOU WAIT.

*smooches*

Im waiting my dear and until then I take all the smooches you offer ;) also have I told you that I think you’re beautiful yet? *evil laughter*

was the sex that made your baby good?

That’s such a random ask lol I can’t remember when he was made probably in march. And I can’t even remember what I ate yesterday 😂 but besides that my dad showed me what my sleeping Musik was when I was a baby…it was heavy metal lol

(The ask made me laugh tho cuz it was so random so thanks for making me laugh tehe)

Watch me wait till my dearest darling @kai-lee08 gives me her kisses 😤

Did you know that you’re breathtakingly gorgeous to me bubs? Thought you should know now come and snuggle me I’m attention deprived ✨

Big brain time 🫡

WRITING A CHAN FIC RN I’m at 2K words and nothing happened until now I just started so I guess it’s now a Drabble it’s a fic 😶

@astraysimp is very helpful with her ideas 🙂‍↕️

I just got confused why we kinda stopped talking and now most of her content sounds so sad

Everyone’s finally leaving Kylei and I’m living for it tbh 🫡

I don’t know what’s happening with her these days it confused me a bit to be honest (I don’t hate her just confused bro)

[02:30am]  |Royal AU | F |

Genre: Seungmin x Reader

🌻 - Fluff

✔️ - Completed

Y/N Pov:

I just got Married to the love of my Life Price Seungmin or should I say King Seungmin

I know Seungmin since we where Children and later we fall in Love with each other My Parents where so Happy to hear that His Parents and ofc Seungmin came over to Eat with us at our Castle and the agreed to our Marriage.

Now its was the Night after our Marriage and Seungmin was in the large Bed ,already in his sleep clothes, waiting for me to go to sleep. I was standing in front the big Mirror opening my Hair that was braided.the I brushed my hair.

After I finished brushing my hair I turned around to look at Seungmin,he was reading a Book.”Darling could you help me please?I cant open the Dress alone”He put down the Book on the Nightstand and stood up and walked behind me “Of course Love”  I hold up my Hair and he began to open my Weeding dress.

Seungmin gave me a kiss on my Shoulder.After a few seconds the dress fell of my Body and landed on the floor I stepped out of it and Seungmin began to open my corset.I felt his fingers sometimes brush softly against my back.I looked in through the mirror “I am happy” he looks up “Why?” My smile got brighter “Because I could Marry the love of my life”

 I turned my head around to look at him and he kissed my lips softly “I am happy I have such a beautiful Wife and Queen” I kissed his cheeks. After a few seconds the corset was open and I walked over to the Closet and pull out my sleeping dress.

Seungmin was already back on the bed.I walked over to him and lay down besides him and he opens his arms for me.I scooted closer to him and he wrapped his arms me holding me close with no space between us.Seungmin kissed my head”I still can remember when we played Hide and Seek in the garden” I looked up in his eyes “And I will never forget how you gave me the White Rose on the bench and asked me to be your Queen as a Joke and now we are here...An you are the King and a handsome King.”

Seungmin Kissed my Lips “And you are a beautiful Queen Love” I let out a tiny Giggle “Lets sleep now Darling its late and we have busy day tomorrow”He nods his head and he puts his head on my shoulder and gave me a few Kisses their,this made me love him even more if that is possible.

“Good Night my Handsome King”

“Good Night my Beautiful Queen”

I really like writing time stamps~

I hope you are satisfied and like this little imagine~

I love you Angels

With love Ha-Neul~

Here are 2 Pictures of Seungmin I  really love(Even if i love every Picture of him cuz he is just too cute)

(He looks so cute in this fuffy Jacked)

(This is my Wallpaper Hehe)

I Love you all and thank you for all your love and support i like getting request and hope you enjoy reading my Imagines/Fanfictions

Wrote a Drabble of his lips kinda at the point where chan just cums in his pants…should I post it?

Since you decided to end my brain with that chan thought I shall give you another one…

Just had a thought about how chan would eat his own cum out of you only to look at you and ask you if he can fill you up again… like imagine he just fucked you stupid and then he suddenly starts pressing kisses all over you only to ask for your permission to eat you out and who would say no to him… as soon as he hears your tiny yes (still out of breath) chan wouldn’t waist another second to eat you out, enjoying the taste of you both combined… imagine him making you cum again and looking up at you asking you if he can fill you out again cuz you just taste amazing….😮‍💨

So like this idea wrecked me??? and somehow my stream of consciousness writing fell into breeding?? so yes here we are

"Babygirl 'm gonna cum inside you, can't wait another second," Chan says, rocking his hips into yours. With a loud groan he lets out rope after rope of warm cum into your fluttering walls.

Without a word, he pulls out, sliding down your body dampened with sweat, landing in front of your cunt.

"Need to taste me inside you," he says. A chill runs down your spine as his nose nestles into your clit, tongue lapping up a mix of your gooey arousal and his bright white seed.

And here you are, body struggling to get out another orgasm as Chan's fingers and mouth keep working on your cunt.

"Ch-Chan m's-sensitive," you whine. But his eyes are glued shut, his bare cock working rhythmically on the bed, in sync with his sucks on your clit and licks and digs into your cunt.

"Channie you're taking a-all the cum, 'wan it in me."

Chan looks at you through his lusty haze. "Don't you worry babygirl, m'gonna pump you full again." He speeds up his movements on the bed and on your lips. His cock rock hard again, the taste of you seeping into his veins, awakening that primal urge to fill up your cunt, just one more time.

He can't help it that he needs to breed you over and over again.

"Always gonna be full of me babygirl."