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Aphrodisiacs · 「Touch」
➥ Massage Therapist!Minho x Client!Reader (f) — 3k
➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.
⚠ — Unintentionally sensual massage, stigmatophilia (piercing fetishism/mc has one).
➥ Lotus Massage & Healing is all the rage right now, and having a friend that works there has some perks.
𝐀 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff, slight angst
☆ Warnings: None
☆ Request: No
☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N
☆ Word Count: 1.4k
He had just finished showering; rubbing his hair aggressively, Chan tossed the damp towel into the washing basket before padding into the kitchen. He had had an extremely long, extremely exhaustive day, and every fibre of his body seemed to burn with the ignited flame of strained muscle, agony flowing through him in steady currents with every one of his movements. But despite the pain, all Chan could think about was curling up on the sofa with the comfort of his favourite hot drink and his favourite person.
He winced as he opened up a cupboard. Chan knew his wife would be more than happy to make him whatever he wanted and would instruct him to sit down at once if she was aware of his aches and pain. But sometimes a combination of pride and guilt flickered inside of him - he had no intention in asking her to make him a drink when he knew she had most likely had just as much of a gruelling day as he had.
It was late in the evening, and the subtle golden glow from the rogue wall sconces illuminated his way. It mingled with the subtle colour changing LED lights under the kitchen cabinetry; the lights morphed into a subtle violet, and they elongated the shadows of Chan's body as he pushed against a drawer, watching it pop open with a tiny click.
“Do you want a drink, baby?” Chan called over his bare shoulder to his wife on the sofa.
“What kind?” Y/N asked him in return, perking up at his question.
“Whatever you want,” Chan chuckled as he reached for two mugs.
Y/N paused. “I'll have what you're having.”
Eyes crinkling with silent joy at her response, Chan padded over to the fridge. He retrieved a bottle of milk, completely unaware that his wife was leaning over the back of the sofa and was watching him with tender eyes.
With her chin resting on her arm, Y/N's gaze followed her husband around the kitchen. His silhouette made her heart leap; damp hair curling like subtle sea waves at his temples, lightly freckled back warping with the movement of muscle under the ambient lights, grey sweatpants hanging low on his slender hips; the man was utterly beautiful to her. There was the softest of smiles playing about on his plump lips, and Y/N's eyes were hooded as a sudden flood of affection came over her.
It was in moments like this where Y/N found it almost surreal that the two of them shared a house together, and that she had the privilege and honour of waking up next to his face every morning. They had both had rocky pasts; their childhoods couldn't have been more different from one another, but nonetheless had led them both to the same dark place. It had been years since either of them had thought about those bleak days … but watching Chan through sleepy eyes, Y/N couldn't help but feel incredibly proud of the man before her. He had so many achievements under his humble belt, so many experiences that the average person could only scarcely dream of; the man often had tiresome, draining days, but no matter what, there was always a smile on his face and a gentleness to his eyes whenever he looked at his wife.
Now, as her husband steamed milk in a large pitcher, Y/N slid off of the sofa. With a sudden influx of tears in her eyes, Y/N made her way to the man who had opened up the fridge again.
“Do you want cream on y - “
Chan's question was cut off when Y/N slid her arms around his waist. Surprised, Chan froze briefly as his nose began to take on a pink hue. He shut the door of the fridge.
“Baby … ?” Chan laughed nervously. “Are you okay?”
Y/N nodded, her forehead moving against the soft skin of his back. “I'm okay,” she whispered.
“Then what's the sudden hug for … ?” Chan asked as he carefully poured the steamed milk into the two mugs. He barely moved his arm in doing so, not wanting to jostle his wife.
Y/N didn't respond. She just hugged him tighter, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to push away the tears that were threatening to spill.
Concerned at her lack of response, Chan set the two mugs of hot chocolate down on the counter and pushed them back a little so as not to accidentally knock them over; he turned around in his wife's arms, and was alarmed when the woman looped her arms around his neck instead.
“What's going on baby?” Chan's voice was muffled against her shoulder. He slid his own muscular arms around Y/N's waist, secretly relishing in the physical affection from her.
“I'm just … so proud of you,” Y/N whispered against his muscle.
Chan's eyes widened. He laughed, suddenly shy. “What … ?”
“I'm proud of you,” Y/N repeated. “Just … for everything. For being alive. Existing. I don't know.”
At that, Chan bit his lip as a large smile threatened to spread across his face. His grip tightening on her waist, Chan lifted the woman up and turned so he could set her down on the counter. He stood in between her legs and replaced his arms around her body in a soft embrace.
“You're so cute,” Chan breathed, his eyes wide as he moved closer to her. “I didn't even do anything.”
“You don't have to do anything,” Y/N sniffed, her touch fleeting as she stroked her fingers down the nape of his warm neck. “I just … I was watching you, and I was thinking and … I don't know. I just feel so proud of you.”
Unable to help it any longer, Chan's face split into a wide grin. He leaned in and tenderly brushed his lips against hers. A second later he pulled away and started to giggle. “Are you … crying?”
“No,” Y/N was adamant as a fat tear rolled down her cheek. “I'm … not.”
“Oh baby,” Chan whined. He reached out and cupped Y/N's cheeks in his delicate hands. His eyes sparkled under the shadows as he looked into hers. “Why are you so cute?”
“I'm not,” Y/N huffed again, though her cheeks now matched the colour of Chan's nose and entire upper half.
Chan grinned. He kissed her again, and then again, and one more time before pulling her into his arms again. “Come on … we can't stay cuddling on the counter all night. We have a massive sofa for that.”
With his eyes melting and his smile growing, Chan carried his wife to the sofa where he gently set her down in her previously vacated spot. “Did you want the cream, or nah?”
Y/N shook her head. She reached her hands out, her fingers wiggling at him. “Come sit with me.”
“One second,” Chan dropped a kiss onto her forehead before quickly jogging back to the kitchen; he retrieved the mugs from the counter and set them onto the coffee table before diving into the seat beside his wife. He automatically shifted and curled his arms around her, Y/N's arms stretching out to hug him back tightly.
“I really missed you today,” Chan whispered against the top of her head. “All I could think about was coming home and cuddling you.”
Y/N smiled against his bicep. “Me too. Kept waiting for you to come home.”
“Really?” Chan hummed as a smile grew across his face again.
Y/N nodded. She nuzzled her face into his chest, seeking out the familiarity of his sweet, warm scent. “Really.”
“Well, I'm home now,” Chan whispered. He slid his hand down his wife's back, rubbing gentle circles of heat through her top. “And I'm not going anywhere.”
Giggling, Y/N squeezed his torso. Chan leaned down a little more and kissed her cheek with a smile.
“I'm proud of you too, you know,” he said quietly against her temple. “For everything. I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you … “ Y/N whispered as her eyes filled with tears again. She raised her head ever so lightly; her face was a mere inch away from Chan's, and her lips turned up into a contagious smile when she realised she wasn't the only one on the verge of tears.
It only made her affection for him increase. She tilted her chin up just as Chan tilted his down with a growing smile, their lips like silk against each other as they connected.
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Aphrodisiacs · 「Sex Gratia」
➥ Boss!Minho x Girlboss Employee!Reader (f) — 2.6k
➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.
⚠ — Quid pro quo, morally corrupt characters.
➥ Your boss has never really doubted your skills, but he does think you’re so fucking hot when you’re angry.
「Screw It」 · Chapter 1
HIS NAIL POLISH
➥ He's the only guy at a frat party that's hauled ass before scoring, and it makes you all kinds of sus.
➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.
➥ Installment of The Red Lights Chronicles
⚠ — (Cyber)bullying upon dissolved friendship (see masterlist for more)
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compass.
pairing: producer!jisung x reader
genre/warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort?, fluff, swearing, arson jokes? lmao
word count: 1.4k
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「Moonshine」 · Interactive Story
➥ Right person, horrendous time.
He is always going to be your prince charming no matter how many years pass by, but it's getting a little tiring to look for him in everybody you meet. When you least expect it, he makes a comeback in your life albeit simply as a colleague.
Can this be a sign?
WHAT'S INSIDE?
↪ Atmospheric immersive audio
↪ 3 smut scenes you can unlock
↪ 3 different endings
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can’t help myself | lee minho
Pairing: Fuckboy!Minho x F!Reader
Summary: He only ever texts you when he wants to use you. You know you should stop answering his texts, but he somehow convinces you to show up at his apartment at 3 in the morning on a work night.
Genre: just smut, thats it
Content: fwb, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dom!minho, sub!reader, reader is frusturated, minho is just horny, 18+ MDNI!
Happy 6 years with Stray Kids!!!!!! ❤️🔥🍾
We'll stay as long as you like!
Bang Chan + BDE
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Hell's Kitchen · 「Chapter 6」
COURSE VI
➥ Chris comes over to take you on the wildest thrill ride to date.
⚠ — Implications of fetishism, shibari (see masterlist for more).
「Poison」 — Audio Fiction
➥ Ex!Chris x Reader (f) — 19min 45sec
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⚠ — NSFW audio. Headphones recommended. Does not contain a soundalike.
➥ Immersive audio version of the original story.
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Can I be your favorite?
Pairing: Lee know x reader
Genre: smut, fluff
Summary: Lee Minho is unreachable, someone you can only just dream of being with. Until one day, you enter the wrong door at a party and ends up with him inviting you to sit on his lap.
THIS CONTENT IS +18 ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Warnings: corruption kink, protected piv, fingering, Minho is kinda possessive.
You're okay with not being popular, it's not like you'll be like that forever, it's just college and in a few years everything will be forgotten so you just keep living your life, going to your classes and hanging out with your best friend.
The only time you ever wish you were popular, though, is when you see him. Lee Minho. The guy of your dreams. He's vice president of the greatest fraternity on campus, so everyone knows him.