#skz one shot

[zeroeightzeroone]

lover of mine - bang chan

genre: angst, hurt eventual comfort

pairings: idol!bang chan x female reader

warnings: none

notes: if this looks familiar, it was originally posted to my secondary blog @zerothreetwentyfive so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.

wc ~3k|moodboard

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"i'll never give you away, 'cause i've already made that mistake,

if my name never fell off your lips again, i know it'd be such a shame.

when i take a look at my life, and all of my crimes, you're the only thing that I think I got right."

lover of mine - 5 seconds of summer

you always thought that the next time chan would be making you cry would be at your wedding ceremony.

initially, you would try to hold in your tears, just enough so that you weren't full-on sobbing and ruining your makeup. eventually failing as the tears flow freely listening to the man tell you the moment he fell in love with you, the moment he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and the promises he vows to keep forever. chan's eyes would never leave yours as you exchanged vows; in that moment, only you and chan existed, the proclamation and celebration of your love were the only things that mattered.

instead, here you are crying over chan. sitting in the driver's seat of your car, sobbing over the man who once said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, now not wanting to fight for that future anymore.

…

"you're doing it again."

the sound of your best friend's voice snaps you out of your thoughts, attention now on the girl sitting across from you, "huh?"

she reaches over and places her hand on yours with a sympathetic smile on her face. no words are needed from her to make you realize what you were doing whilst zoning out; fiddling around with your ring finger. a habit you picked up after chan proposed, and a habit that hadn't changed even without the band on your finger; your fingers instinctively moving to spin and twist a non-existent ring.

"right," you clear your throat awkwardly.

your hands slipping out from under hers, sliding them under your thighs hoping that maybe sitting on your hands would work against the habit.

"how are you?"

the word 'lost' feels like an understatement. the word couldn't encapsulate even a quarter of your feelings.

you felt directionless, overwhelmed by the constant switch between emotions: anger, frustration, sadness, and denial, it left you exhausted. day by day, you only grew more emotionally drained, the desire to feel nothing only intensifying.

the mere thought of the dimpled man gave you whiplash, your heart and your head conflicting with each other and your feelings pulling you from one end to the other. you couldn't pinpoint exactly how you felt about him.

god, you wished that you didn't even think about him.

you wished that you weren't plagued by the thought of him at every waking moment. everything reminded you of him, everything brought you back to the memory of how easy it was for him to let you, the person he proclaimed to want to spend the rest of his life with, to watch them walk out the door, to just give up without a fight.

why couldn't it have been easy for you too? why couldn't you just let him go the way he did you? forget him like he meant absolutely nothing?

as much as you wished it was, you knew it wouldn't be easy to move on from chan.

your early adulthood started with chan, moving in with him almost a year and a half after you started dating. he became a part of your routine and you became part of his; there was a time when your day didn't feel complete without hearing a goodnight from him or getting that goodnight kiss. your lives were intertwined, and your future plans were intertwined.

you believed chan was your future. he made you believe that you would write the next chapters of your lives together, that you two would be side by side on the road to forever. you envisioned your future with chan, without him you've hit a crossroads, struggling to navigate where to go from here. you were scared.

scared to learn what the future holds for you, scared to take a step towards a future without him.

on top of all that came public attention.

the news about your breakup hadn't been confirmed by chan or jyp entertainment. regardless that didn't stop the speculations and rumours that came with the lack of seeing you and chan in public together, seeing you without your ring, and other proofs fans would dig up. the algorithm also working against you as whenever you refreshed social media, the first couple of posts would be news articles, headlines and what have you, discussing the speculations.

'did stray kids' bang chan and his long term girlfriend call it quits?'

'fans of stray kids speculate bang chan and his partner have called off the engagement'

'netizens react to alleged proofs that bang chan and long term girlfriend have split up'

'breaking: did stray kids' bang chan and girlfriend split up? here's why fans are wondering about the status of the long-term couple'

your comments were flooded with questions regarding the rumours, mourning fans hoping that they were baseless and haters congratulating you on setting the man free. you wondered why the news hadn't been spoken about by chan or any official representatives but the speculations drove you to log out of social media. the realization that one day the articles and headlines will change from 'speculations' to 'confirmations' the anticipation and anxiety driving you insane.

you look back up to your friend, your lips pursed together in a small smile as you reply:

"i'm fine."

…

"chan hyung!"

the boy pulls the pillow up and over his head, trying to block out the noises from outside the door. hoping that the longer he ignored, the realization that he wanted to be alone would sink in and everyone would leave him be. that hope was short-lived as the door swung open.

"chan hyung!" changbin calls from his spot at the door, "you need to eat something."

from where he's standing, changbin watches chan groan out a response from under the pillow, making no effort to get up and go eat something. changbin's eyes drift to the older boy's bedside table, a picture frame is lying face down (probably a photo of you), and sitting on top of the frame is a gold band with a large diamond: your engagement ring. the sight of the band sitting on chan's bedside table and not on your finger has a small frown adorning changbin's lips.

"hyung, i know it's hard but please. you need to take care of yourself too," the younger boy sighs, "locking yourself in your room won't do anyone good."

of course, it wasn't easy for them to see chan in such a state.

chan had always been the one putting up a strong front, walking around with his head up no matter the circumstances as the leader. but these past couple of weeks, whenever chan was out of the public eye he'd walk with his head down, dragging his feet, no words leaving him. almost like he's being forced to be anywhere outside of his bedroom.

the members in the other dorm were curious about their leader, wondering how he'd been holding up but chan stopped replying to the group chat. it got to the point where the members made a chat without chan, using that to ask jisung, changbin and hyunjin how the older one was doing.

for as long as you were in chan's life, you were also in the member's lives. the news of the breakup came as a shock to them as well. they were all curious as to how you were doing too, but were hesitant to ask you directly for fear of making things harder for you. you met all of them through chan, and seeing their names pop up on your phone may just be another reminder of your ex.

changbin's eyes are on chan as the older boy takes the pillow off his head, slowly sitting up on the bed, feet hitting the floor but making no move to stand up. instead he's slouched over, head in his hands and sighing.

"do you, uh…" chan's voice barely above a whisper, "do you think i made a mistake?"

changbin shuts the door behind him hearing chan's question, realizing right now his friend needed someone to talk to before, maybe, going to eat something.

leaning against the door, he replies, "what do you mean?"

"w– was proposing… a mistake?"

"do you feel like it was a mistake?"

chan shakes his head, "no."

"did you mean everything you said when you proposed?"

"yes."

"then it wasn't a mistake."

chan lifts his head out of his hands, head turning to the younger boy leaning at the door. even in the dim purple lighting of chan's room, changbin can see how glossy his eyes are, how the bags under his eyes have gotten more prominent since yesterday.

"was… was letting her go," chan's voice shaky, "a mistake?"

changbin pushes himself off the door, making his way to sit next to his hyung on the bed. a comforting hand moving to chan's back.

"that's a question only you can answer," changbin's lips are pursed to one side, a sympathetic look in his eyes as he continues, "did it feel like a mistake at the time?"

"i- i thought i was doing the right… thing," chan's voice pitches higher at the end, questioning his own answer, "when i came home, an–and saw the dinner table, full of food she made for us. when she told me everything she was feeling, the look i-in her eyes."

chan loves your eyes, it's by far his favourite thing about you.

looking into your eyes had him falling in love with you before he even knew it. looking into them made it feel as if he was looking into your soul, almost like your eyes could tell him what your words couldn't. chan's day would immediately be flipped upside down just at the sight of your eyes, a shitty day becoming the best day when he caught a glimpse of those radiant, warm pools of life, your eyes sparkling with a zest and excitement for life that sent a wave of comfort over him. whenever he looked at you, that glimmer of hope in your eyes made him feel like everything would be okay.

but that night, the look in your eyes that night is seared into chan's memory. haunting him whenever he closes his eyes, whenever his eyes fall on your ring sitting on his bedside table.

that night when you told him just how lonely you'd been feeling, how you felt like he was treating you like the help and not as his fiancé; those words knocked some sense into chan. the harsh reality glaring him down: he had been falling short in your relationship. he had been so blind to that fact for who knows how long, listening to you had chan wallowing in guilt.

at one point chan felt like he was a third person watching everything go down, but it felt like he was watching you and a whole different person. he wondered why he wasn't saying anything, why he couldn't move, why he couldn't feel anything other than guilt eating him alive.

when he looked into your eyes, that's when everything came crashing down.

the eyes that once gleamed up at him, washing a wave of comfort and reassurance through his body were boring into his own. the contrast had his blood running cold. the sight of your hollow and dull orbs gazing up at him, even the sources of light around you did nothing to bring back that sparkle. the way your eyes looked incredibly sunken in, tired, swimming with distress as they searched his. he wondered how he hadn't seen the change before.

a change that happened because of him. the light in your eyes is gone all thanks to him. he wanted to be the one to preserve and make sure your eyes light up for the rest of your life, but instead he's the reason you look defeated. he couldn't handle the guilt eating him up at the sight.

"i-i broke her," chan whispers, "you could see it in her eyes how my shortcomings, the ones i was too blind and stupid to notice… that broke her. i broke her."

changbin doesn't say anything.

"i thought it would be better for me to let her go… get her away from me who was sucking the life out of her," chan's hands run through his hair, "she deserves so much more than me."

the older boy cries. his thoughts, feelings, everything just clouded with you.

"hyung," changbin's tone is soft, feeling out the atmosphere, "don't you think that it's sucking the life out of her even more, to be away from you?"

this time chan is the one who doesn't say anything.

"she wanted you to stay, she wanted you to convince her to stay."

"convince me to stay… please."

"i'm sorry."

"yes. from what you told us the day after you broke up, she does deserve better."

changbin's words send a dagger to chan's heart.

"but don't you want to be the one she deserves?"

chan's head turns to look at changbin.

"you need to work to be better, to be the one y/n deserves. that's what she wants, she wants you hyung."

"… m-me?"

"she wouldn't have said yes to marrying you if she didn't want you for the rest of her life."

…

your plan for the day was to wake up around noon, order some takeout or ransack your best friend's freezer for some food (and ice cream), chill on the couch and watch some netflix. instead you're jolted awake, at ten in the morning, by pounding at the front door.

rolling your eyes in annoyance, stretching your arm out, feeling around before grasping a pillow and clutching it over your head, trying your hardest to block out the noises and fall asleep. hoping the longer you hold out, it will give off the illusion that no one's home and come back later. a couple moments pass, a sigh of relief falls from your lips when the knocking stops, allowing you to loosen your grip on the pillow around your head.

maybe the neighbours got annoyed and kicked whoever that was out.

at the silence, you roll onto your side and shift your body around to get comfortable in the mattress. another long breath leaving your lips once that optimal position to fall asleep in is found, closing your eyes and getting ready to be lulled back into dreamland.

now you think someone is fucking with you.

the knocking starts up again, for a second you thought you'd fallen asleep and the knocking was continuing in your dreams but no. sadly, you weren't lulled back into dreamland like you hoped, the pounding in your head making it apparent that this was indeed, reality.

on top of all the things happening in your life lately, being woken up by a stranger relentlessly hammering the life out of their fist on your– actually, your best friend's– door is the kicker to a great day. a whine leaving your lips as you roll out of bed, pouting as you trudge to the door of the guest bedroom and continue your trek down the hall, towards the front door.

sure, you wouldn't have minded if your best friend, the person who lives in this unit, was actually home to answer the door. alas, she's at work whilst you're here; straightening out your pyjamas and plastering the fakest smile on your lips whilst you undo the locks, twisting the doorknob and swinging the door open.

"hello, mis—"

your jaw drops. posture immediately straightening due to the wave of tension that rushes through your veins, your mind comes up with two options: hide behind the door or run. your heart begins to race in your chest, tears threatening to spill at any moment but your feet are cemented to the ground. any urge you had to run away and hide quickly depleting at the sight of the man in front of you, a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"chan… wh-what are you doing here?"

there he is: the man of the hour.

in front of you, in the flesh. standing a couple inches away from you clad in his usual all-black attire. you're avoiding his gaze but can't seem to pry your eyes off the bouquet in the man's hold.

a medley of red and white roses, baby's breath peeking throughout the arrangement.

"i- i needed to see you," chan's voice comes out husky.

shifting awkwardly on your feet, you sigh, "how did you know i was here?"

"multiple calls to your best friend and a long speech," he uses his free hand to scratch at the back of his neck, a nervous smile on his lips.

'she's getting a long speech from me too.'

"okay, well…" you clear your throat, "you saw me so bye."

you go to shut the door but chan stumbles forward, holding it open as he stands in the doorframe. the gush of air from his sudden movements gives you a whiff of his cologne. that along with the closer proximity has a lump forming in your throat.

"w-wait, i wanted to talk too."

"y-you spoke and so did i so, bye," you choke out, trying to close the door again but to no avail as his body blocks your way, "please chan, what more do you want from me? don't make this harder for me."

chan reaches forward at the sight of a tear falling, wanting to wipe it away but you flinch away from his touch. your reaction has chan recoiling, he shifts awkwardly on his feet. you go to turn away from him.

"i made a mistake," he states, his words coming out rushed.

you gulp, angling your body towards the man again. this time your arms crossed over your chest, your gaze still falling away from his face. chan's throat clears when he realizes that you're not going to speak.

"that night, i shouldn't have let you go," he continues, "i should've told you, said something, said anything to convince you to stay… but… fuck. i- i was scared."

your eyes glance up at his face, only to look away just as quickly.

"you're probably thinking, of what?" chan runs a hand through his hair, "but listening to everything you said, everything that i was stupid, ignorant enough not to notice, all those things that i did– or, uh didn't do… that hurt you. it scared me to tell you i wanted you to stay."

your eyebrows furrow in frustration, this time your gaze stays on his face, making no move to wipe the tears running down your cheeks.

"listening to you, hearing how much i hurt you. i- i thought it would've been selfish of me to tell you to stay," chan's voice cracks, tears falling from his eyes as well, "i thought i would hurt you more if you stayed… that you didn't deserve that, y-you deserved so much more than me."

"god, chan.…" a bitter smile on your lips, "you saying nothing, letting me leave… a-and not fighting for me, for us! fuck… that hurt more than anything."

the memories of that night have your heart aching. whimpering as the tears continue to fall, the sight has chan's gradually getting heavier in his chest. he wants nothing but to pull you into his arms and to never let go.

"i know… i know. baby, i'm so sorry," chan's cheeks are soaked with tears but he makes no effort to wipe them away, "i'm so fucking sorry. i thought i was doing what was best for you, but i fucked up, i fucked up big time."

your eyes lock with chan's. glossy, tear-filled orbs gazing into each other, at that moment the tears only build until the both of you are crying a river in the hallway.

chan quite literally launches himself at you. throwing his arms around your body and pulling you into his chest. instinctively, your arms wrap around his torso, nuzzling your head into his shirt. bodies trembling and shaking as the both of you cry in each other's arms.

chan soaks up every single thing about this moment; the warmth of your body radiating onto him, your face nuzzled into his chest, the smell of your hair, the way your hands grip the back of his shirt, the feeling of your body pressed up against his. he isn't even sure that you'll take him back. regardless, he knows he wants to work his hardest to ensure he'll have you in his arms every day for the rest of his life.

in his arms, he holds the person who has been with him every step of the way and supported him day in and day out. the biggest mistakes chan ever made took place on that day: not convincing you to stay, not telling you how he loves you with his entire heart, and holding your engagement ring in his hand while he watched you walk out.

chan wants you to be so much more than just his past and present, he wants you to be his future, his forever. he's always wanted that but he failed at showing you, instead hurting you in ways he was completely ignorant of.

"i love you," chan cries, you can hear his heart racing in his chest, "i love you so much. if you let me, i'll work every single moment of every day to show you that. when i told you i wanted you for the rest of my life, i meant it. i mean it with my whole heart. i fucked up–majorly, but i swear to you! i swear i'll show you that i'm the one you deserve, that i can give you that life you deserve."

chan looks down at you, enveloped in his arms as your gaze naturally lifts to meet his eyes.

chan's heart skips a beat.

there it is.

that sparkle.

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[sunshineryujins]

i don't want to lose your love tonight | hwang hyunjin

stay the night but keep it undercover

hyunjin x fem! reader

warnings: talks of being fwbs and other references to sexual content, brief angst, idiots who don't know they're dating

notes: i feel like this trope has been used before but i felt like writing something easy. i also rewrote the ending a bunch of times, idk if i like it

18+ (minors dni)

word count: 375

You didn't know when the line of your friendship with Hyunjin started to blur into something more. At first, you were enjoying it; you loved it and yearned for it. For him. But recently, you had time to reflect on everything, and honestly, you felt weird about it.

Because this was your best friend that you were hooking up with, and there hasn't really been a conversation about what this means. Yes, Hyunjin cooks breakfast for you in the mornings; he also buys you flowers and takes you out to eat, but that could mean anything. 

It's not like he's taking you on dates, right? Because you guys are just friends that casually hook up. Friends with benefits. That's all nothing more. Nothing with any meaning just....

You were about to lose yourself to your thoughts when you’re phone buzzed with a notification.

hyunjin: hey babe i’m gonna be late today. chan is making us re-record our lines because han lost them

hyunjin: also i miss you

You didn't know when the whole babe thing started or when he started texting you that he about his day. You didn't mind it and for some reason you didn't want to read into it.

When Hyunjin gets to your apartment a few hours later, he wears an apologetic smile and kisses your cheek as he hands you your favorite flowers.

"What are the flowers for?" You asks and he shrugs.

"I need a reason to get my girlfriend flowers now," He says with his eyebrows raised. "A lady was selling them next to the building."

Either you can't hear or Hyunjin just called you his girlfriend.

"Girlfriend?" You repeated and Hyunjin looked like the air got knocked out of him.

"Isn't that what we're doing?"

"I mean," You felt your face flush and you didn't exactly know how to put your thoughts into words. "We haven't talked about labels or anything..."

Hyunjin rubs the back of his neck. "I just kinda assumed that what we were doing."

"You never asked so," You said.

"I didn't think I had two."

"You do."

"Y/N, will you do a favor and be my girlfriend so we can stop having this awkard conversation?" Hyunjin asks.

"Yes, Hyunjin, I'll be your girlfriend."

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[bbyquokka]

Disobedient *♡̷̷̷₊⊹ ੈ‧

🐿️: pairing: Han Jisung x F!reader

🐿️: genre: smut. 18- DNI

🐿️: synopsis: jisung forbids you to touch yourself and him as punishment. soon, your desires get the better of you

🐿️: warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Dom!Jisung, Sub!Reader, Brat tendencies, fingerering, oral (M & F received) throat fucking, spit, explicate language, pet names (kitten, baby) use of the name master, degrading, clit play, masturbation, squirting, over stimulation, choking, nipple play.

🐿️: words: 5.2k

🐿️: a/n: uh, it’s filthy and i got carried away lmaoooo. jisung has been killing me lately with the Maxident teaser + the individual teaser + his insta posts. sigh. 🤪 

likes, feedback and reblogs are welcome, especially reblogs as they help get my fics and blog out there. pls consider leaving comments or spam my inbox! ty all for the love as of lately!

lmk if i missed anything in the warnings & enjoy 🖤

🐿️: master list

You love being a brat. You love seeing how far you can push until you face the punishment. The target of your bratiness is none other than your dom, Jisung.

You love pushing him in various way. Some days you would do as you was told, being an extra good girl for your dom, other days, you'd be cheeky and disobey, refusing to do what your dom says which resulted in punishments.

And boy did jisung punish. Depending on how much of a brat you was – and how jisung was feeling – he'd deny you of your orgasms, use a toy instead of his fingers, put a bullet vibrator inside you and go out shopping whilst controlling the strength with an app on his phone turning you into a whimpering mess and the worse one of all for you - denying you of touch.

You disliked when he would deny you of touching yourself but hated it when he would deny you of touching him. You love feeling his hot, sweaty skin against your fingertips as he roughly thrusts into you. Love leaving bite marks on his skin, letting the world know that he is yours. You loved dragging your nails down his back, hearing him grunt and shiver above you.

You love it so much, so why would you misbehave when you know what he is capable off? Because you're a brat and love seeing how far you can push your dom.

You woke up at 12:00 with an ache between your legs that needed to be fulfilled. Jisung was looking extra gorgeous and delicious to you, that you needed a taste.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking at your sleeping boyfriend. His hair was tousled and fanned out, lips parted as soft snores escaped his lips. The duvet covering his lower half, his skin on display. His chest raising in synch with his breathing. Just one taste of desire, that's all you need.

Biting your lip, your fingers feathered across his stomach. You felt the muscle tense, goose bumps rising to the surface. Your fingers trailed up to his chest to his neck. You wrapped your fingers around his neck and leaned in, grazing your lips against his sensitive skin. Jisung stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up.

You nibbled his ear lobe, kissing and sucking it. A low grunt escaped the mans lips. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for friction. You lips moved to his neck, kissing the junction between his shoulder blade and neck.

You sucked and nibbled his skin, licking it occasionally. Jisung shuffled in his sleep, slowly awaking. He brung his hand to his eyes, rubbing away the sleep.

"(Y/N) what are you doing?" His voice thick with sleep and lack of use.

"Shh, ji. let me take care of you." You mumbled against his skin, your hand traveling from his neck going south. Jisung grunted, reaching for his phone.

His eyes widen as he shot up straight, fully awake. You was taken aback by his actions and watched him as he stumbled out off bed.

"Ahh, im late. Chan is going to kill me." He whined, grabbing his clothes. "I was suppose to met him at 10 to work on some tracks and i overslept!"

"Relax ji. Im sure chan will understand. besides, you cant go out, not yet anyways." You got out off bed, walking to Jisung.

"Why not?" Once you was close to him, you licked your lips and squeezed his obvious hard cock through the material of his boxers.

"This is why. Cant have people seeing how hard and horny you are, can we Ji?" Jisung grunted, your lips meeting his in a hot and passionate kiss, your pussy throbbing and aching to be touched.

"As much as i would love to play with my kitten-" Jisung pulled away from your lips "i really have to go. its super important baby."

You pouted. 'but ji!" You whined, stomping your foot in protest. Jising raised his brow.

"Are you being a brat?" You glared at him.

"You're leaving me horny and bothered, to go work with chan. That's not fair!! what about me??" You whined.

Jisung ran his fingers through his long hair, eyebrow raised as he sighed. "Kitten, i dont have time for this."

"But Ji. i need you." You protested, grabbing his hand and pressing it against your clothed clit. You rutted in his hand, soft moans escaping your lips. "Please, master." You whispered.

Jisung clenched his jaw, the muscles tensing. You continued to rut and plead for his touch. Jisung slip your panties to the side, slipping his index finger inside you with ease due to your wetness. You held onto his shoulders for stability, your legs threatening to give up in supporting your weight.

"Ji." you whispered out, his middle finger joining in with his index. He pumped his fingers at a painfully slow pace, curling them as they threatened to hit the sweet spot deep inside you.

Your juices coating his fingers, dripping down to the palm of his hand. You gripped his shoulders tighter. "Ji, faster, please."

"Who's Ji? Thats not my name." He growled. You shivered, biting your bottom lip hard.

"Master, faster. Please." Jisung smirked, his fingers picking up in pace. His fingertips brushing against your sweet spot. Your legs shaking and buckling at the knees causing Jisung to wrap his free arm around your waist to hold you upright.

You felt the knot tightening in the pit of your stomach, your walls clenching around his fingers. Just when your orgasm was threating to take over your body, Jisung pulled his fingers out.

Panting, you stared at him feeling empty and confused. You watched as Jisung brung his fingers to his lips, licking and sucking them clean of your juices, humming at the taste. You gripped onto him even tighter, whimpering at the sinful act

"Mhm. My kitten always tastes so good for me." You let out a shaky breath.

"why? why did you stop?"

"because kitten, i have to leave. Im late enough as it is." You glared at him.

"I dont care!" You stomped your feet. Jisung raised his brow, leaning close to you.

"Dont test me, kitten." You pushed him away gently, groaning and whining. Tears of frustration filled your eyes as you stuck your bottom lip out.

"You're so mean Han Jisung!" He let out a low chuckle before grabbing your waist and pulling him flush to his body.

"You think im mean? well, how's this for being mean. You're not allowed to touch yourself or me until i say so." Your swallowed audibly.

"Wait, no. i hate that ji. please dont." You let out soft whimpers. Jisung shrug before getting dressed.

"I told you not to test me kitten and you pushed. All because you couldn't wait an hour, maybe two at max." He put on a hat, aware that time was really not on his side. "If you just behaved and listened like a good little girl, i would've come home and fucked you senselessly. Let you cum around my cock as i fill you up with my seed."

You whimpered at his words, breath shaky as you wobbled to Jisung, extending your hands out and grabbing his shirt.

Tears fell down your cheeks. Jisung cooed and wiped them away. "Please Ji. I promise i'll be good! i'm sorry, just please anything but that." you begged as Jisung scoffed.

"Pathetic little girl." He grabbed your cheeks in his hands roughly, squeezing them together. Your heart hammering against your chest, pussy dripping and aching so much with need, it was painful. "You like to behave like a little brat but hate the punishments. My poor, little sub." He cooed mockingly.

He let go off your cheeks, making his way to the hallway to put on his shoes. You followed him the best you could.

"How long will the punishment be?" You hoped it was just while he was gone. That would be way easier for you. That way, you could take a cold shower and calm down. You learnt that taking a cold shower when you're this aroused was the best you could do. You did masturbate one time when he went out, but he knew somehow when he came home.

He denied you of your orgasm for hours whilst he would fill your hole with his cum. When it couldnt take anymore, your body was covered in his seed. You had the best orgasm of your life that night and once jisung was satisfied that you had learnt your lesson, he cared for you. He knew you was tender and would be for sometime so he took care of you.

One of the many reasons why you love Jisung. He can go from dom – teasing you and giving you the best sex of your life – to a gentleman, caring for you and making sure you're okay, apologising for going too hard on your body.

Jisung turned and looked at you, hand on the door handle. He smirked, pretending to think before shrugging.

"Until i feel like you've learnt your lesson. Could be a few minutes, hours, maybe days." Your eyes widen. Days?! You wouldnt be able to touch yourself or Jisung for days?!

Now that's not fair!

2 days have passed since then. Your punishment still shackled you. It wasnt getting any easier. You was naïve in thinking that the longer time went, the easier it would be. What you didnt bank was Jisung being a shit and indirectly teasing you.

When he put the punishment in place, he thought you would only last one hour, tops so he is shocked but also impressed that his little sub is able to do as she's told. He knew you wouldnt be able to last long. He did feel somewhat sorry for you but at the same time, he finds it oh-so amusing.

The teasing started off small and simple. As soon as Jisung left you with an ache between your legs that could only be satisfied with his thick cock, you debated on whether to follow his little game or not. You weighted out your options, all of them having the same outcome – the punishment would get ten times worse.

deciding to take a quick and cold shower to calm down, it took everything in your power to stop you from touching your clit or making yourself cum around your own fingers. after the shower, you slipped into one of Jisungs t-shirts and some lace panties. You decided to continue watching your k-drama you started a few days ago to help take your mind off things.

after that day, Jisung would subtly tease you. He would brush against you in a manner that made you crazy, his hands would linger on you hips or ass longer than they should. He'd send you mirror selfies or videos of him after practice or after training with Changbin.

Those damn gym selfies. Jisung, in a sleeveless shirt and shorts, the sweat on his body clearly visible, the veins protruding on his hands and arms. Those hands should be around your neck. Those fingers should be inside you. That sweaty body should be above you.

the teasing from Jisung escalated. coming out off the bathroom after he's just taken a shower, hair dripping, towel around the lower part of his body. His works out with changbin paying off. He'd lick his fingers after eating food, staring you dead in the eyes like he would after you've just creamed around his fingers.

He knew what he was doing. He knew how to get you riled up and you hated how loyal and obedient you are to him, like a dog to it's master.

You just wanted to feel something, anything at this point. It was getting too much to bear. You decided to do something about it, late at night when Jisung was asleep.

You decided you have had enough. You couldn't play this game for much longer. You're aching to be touched, aching to touch him. You're frustrated to the point where you could cry.

Jisung and you decided to get an early night. After getting ready for bed, you both said good night to one another before resting. Well, he was but you on the other hand, couldn't. Being so close to Jisungs heat and his naked skin drove you insane. His scent made you feral, your cunt dripping and soaking your panties.

You imagined all the things you could be doing right now, that you should be doing if this stupid punishment wasn't in place! Listening carefully to hear the soft snores escape your boyfriend, you shuffled onto your back.

You spread your legs and bent them at the knees, your hand travelling down south. Your fingers came to contact with your neglected clit over the fabric and you let out a silent sigh of relief.

What jisung doesn't know, cant hurt him. right?

Biting your lip, you applied pressure to your clit, rubbing it slowly. You had to bite your lip to stop moans from falling out. You slipped your hand down your panties, rubbing your clit some more before sliding your index and middle finger up and down your slit, your fingers coating in your arousal.

You teased your own entrance, circling your finger around it. Your free hand slipped under your t-shirt, hand cupping your breast, squeezing the soft flesh. you flicked and pinched your nipple before sliding your two fingers inside your aching cunt with ease.

You let out a whimper, your fingers thrusting at speed. It wasn't enough. Your fingers are to small and thin. You need something thicker and long. You need Jisung. Your body is so use to his touch, that everything else makes you feel empty.

You closed your eyes, thinking of all the things Jisung should be doing. His thick cock filling your hole, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. His hands roughly squeezing your breasts, teeth biting your skin. How his hands would be around your neck, squeezing the sides until you went lightheaded.

The thought of his hands around your neck made you remove your own hand from your shirt and travel to your neck, wrapping your own fingers around it, squeezing the sides. Its not enough.

You need to hear Jisung degrade you. Call you pathetic and filthy down your ear. How your greedy cunt is swallowing him. Call you his little cum slut as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

"My oh my. Turns out you really cannot do as your told after all." Your movements came to a halt, hand releasing your neck as your eyes shot open. You turned your head to the side to see Jisung resting on his side, elbow on the pillow as his hand supported the weight of his head.

He was smirking, watching you. His eyes dark with lust. Now, youre in big trouble.

"You just couldnt wait could you. You poor pathetic girl." Jisung clicked his tongue, pulling the duvet off your body to discover your hand still down your panties. Your heart was thumping so loud against your chest, you was sure Jisung could hear it.

Jisung grabbed yout wrist, pulling your hand out off your panties revealing you juice soaked fingers, your cunt clenching around nothing.

"Ji, i-" Jisung shot you a look, brow raised.

"Who's Ji?" You bit your lip hard.

"Master." You breathed out, watching Jisung bring your fingers to his lips. He stuck his tongue out, swirling them around your fingers before wrapping his lips around them, sucking them and collecting your essence off your fingers.

He hummed at the taste, taking your fingers out off his mouth before licking his lips, acting like he had just eaten the finest piece of meat on the market. you audible swallowed, legs pressed together. Jisung laughed, before grabbing your cheeks, squeezing them together so your lips formed a pout.

"You just couldnt wait, could you. You just had to go touch yourself like a dirty slut. Maybe i have spoilt you too much, baby. You're so use to my touch that even your pathetic fingers couldnt finish the job." Your eyes welled with tears, collecting and falling at the corners of your eyes.

Jisung scoffed, letting go off your cheeks and wiping away your tears with his finger. "Poor, little girl. why are you crying?" He cooed, mockingly.

"b-because its true. i cant cum without you, master." You whispered shakily. Jisung let out a quick puff off air out off his nose before leaning over you.

"is that so? maybe, if you behave, i'll let you touch me, but for now-" in one swift movement, Jisung grabbed both wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. You whimpered and struggled against it, but to no avail. He's much stronger than you, you're trapped, nowhere to go.

Jisungs presence was suffocating you, your mind going wild over the many things your dom could possible do to you. it excited you to your core, made you pussy clench, juices drop down your ass and onto the sheets. Adrenaline ran through your bloodstream as you looked up at the glorious man, eyes black with lust, his movements shaky.

"open." you swallowed and opened your mouth wide. Jisung smirked, stroking your bottom lip gently before a string of spit left his mouth and landed on your tongue. You whined, struggling against Jisung who kept a firm grip on your wrists.

"swallow." You closed your mouth, swallowing his and your own spit. The look of satisfaction spread across Jisungs facial features, a sigh of content escaping his lips.

"My perfect, pretty little slut." He cooed, letting go off your wrists and moving so he was by your head. You watched with eager eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows. He knelt by your your side, your head eye level with his crotch. You swallowed, mouth salivating as the sight of his hard cock being constrained by his boxers, a dark grey patch forming from his pre-cum.

"You want?" You nodded fast, looking at him through your lashes. "beg for it."

His words ran through your body to your core like shockwaves. you grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pouting and giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

"please master. i want your cock so much, its driving me insane. i want to feel you thrust down my throat, make me splutter and choke. Make me cry." Jisung shivered at your words before patting your head.

"such a filthy mouth for such a sweet girl like you." He pulled his boxers down to his knees, his cock sprung out of their restraints. You licked your lips at the sight, panting audible. No matter how many times you and Jisung do something sexual, the sight of his cock always makes you hungry.

"open." You opened your mouth, allowing jisung to enter it slowly. You closed your lips around him, the warmth and wetness your mouth provided was enough to make him cum down your throat.

"suck, slut." You whimpered, the vibrations causing jisungs cock to throb. You closed your eyes, bobbing your head back and forth. Swirling and hollowing out your cheeks with each suck, the man groaned above you, grabbing your hair and make a ponytail.

Praises left the mans lips, encouraging you to continue. without warning, Jisung thrusted his cock deep down your throat, making you gag instantly and tears fall down your cheeks.

"shh, its just for a little while. your mouth feels to good, kitten." Jisung thrusted down your throat with power, his cock fucking your throat raw. Tears fell down your cheeks, saliva pooling out off your mouth, coating your chin and dropping on the sheets below you. You peeked at Jisung through your lashes, your cunt clenching at the sight.

His body coated in a thin layer of sweat. His veins protruding on his arm. His mouth open letting pants and moans escape them. His cheeks flush with colour as his long hair stuck to his forehead. it was enough to make you cum on sight.

Your panties are soaked, sticking uncomfortable against your heat. Your thighs rubbing against each other, desperate for touch and relief. Jisung pulled you out off his mouth by pulling on your hair. He looked down at you and almost came on your face.

You eyes wet, cheeks tear stained. Lips swollen and they're covered in saliva as well as your chin. Your eyes glossy, hair tousled. Chest rising up and down in synch with your breathing.

Jisung swiped his thumb across your chin, collecting your saliva before licking it off his own thumb. "you did so well, kitten. im proud of you."

You mewled at his praises, looking down shyly. 'thank you, master." Jisung hummed before taking his boxers off completely and shuffling to your feet, tapping your thighs. You watched him with anticipation, lips pressed together in a thin line.

"open." you slowly opened your legs. Jisung grunted at the sight of your soaked panties. He ghosted his finger up and down the material of your panties, a soft and desperate whine escaping your lips.

"oh kitten, you want me to touch? you want me to play with your greedy cunt?" You nodded fast, shakily letting out a breath. "well, seeing how well you took my cock down your throat, i guess i can let it slide that you touched yourself without permission."

You breathed a sigh of relief. Jisung grabbed the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs and throwing them across the room. Your cunt was slick and covered in your arousal. You clit was swollen and aching to be touched, entrance noticeably clenching.

"holy shit.." Jisung swallowed. You spread your legs wider, jisung stuttering, frozen in time, his eyes glued to you.

"ji." you cooed, using two fingers to part your lips, giving jisung a clear view. "im dying for your touch, ji." Jisung is normally a rational guy, hes pretty good at calming down and taking it slow. But when you act like a slut for him, pussy on display and coated in your juices because of him – all for him, the animalistic side of him comes out to play.

He grabbed you by your ankles pulling you closer to him. Leaning down and hooking your legs over his shoulders, a string of spit left his mouth, landing on your clit. You whimpered at the contact, Jisung using his finger to spread his saliva across your clit. The sensation sending shockwaves up and down your body.

In one swift motion, he dove in between your legs, gripping your thighs, his tongue getting to work on your soaked core and swollen clit. His tongue teased your entrance, collecting your sweet nectar on his tongue. He moaned at the taste before licking up to your neglected clit.

He licked, sucked and nibbled on your clit. His lips and chin getting coated in your juices. You reached down, tangling your fingers into his sweaty lock of hair. You pulled, a moan erupting from the man between your legs, the vibrations sending shivers up and down your spine.

His fingers sliding inside with ease, instantly moving his fingers at a quick pace, curling against you. His movements fast, mouth doing work on your clit. He was acting like a starved man, eating his last ever meal. Your toes curled, legs threatening to close around his head. He kept a firm grip on one of your thighs with his unoccupied hand, fingers digging into your flesh, bruises slowly forming.

You withered under him, moans mixed with the sounds of your wet pussy, bouncing off the bedroom walls. The sounds music to Jisungs ears. He looked at you through his lashes, satisfied by the way you looked so delicious and on the verge of being fucked dumb.

You roughly tugged his hair, emitting a moan from him. Your walls tightening around his digits, the knot in the pit of your stomach, threatening to snap at any minute

"j–ji!" you cried out which was soon replaced with a whimper. He pulled his fingers out, pulling away from your clit. His chin and lips coated in your essence. He brung his fingers to his mouth, sucking your arousal off them. You bit your lip hard, so hard you thought you drew blood.

"so fucking delicious and its all mine. all mine for the taking. i cant get enough of your taste, how you feel, your warmth. im so fucking addicted to you, kitten." You panted, watching jisung lean over and capturing your lips in his.

The kiss was hot, sloppy. all teeth and no coordination. You could taste yourself on him, the sinful act making you weak. want and need at full force between you both. The punishment long forgotten.

You wanted him, he wanted you. You need each other. As much as the last few days of punishment have been tough for you, its been just as hard for him. Seeing you walking around in panties and his t-shirt, reaching for something so the t-shirt raises up, showing him your cute ass made his cock twitch.

seeing your wet body with just a towel around you made he want to fuck you right there, right now. fuck the punishment, he wanted your cunt around his aching cock. But you had to learn that you cant always get what you wanted.

However, no matter how hard he tried to teach you that, all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and pout and he's weak at the knees, giving into you. He may be a dom and manhandle you sometimes in the bedroom, but he still loves and adores you. Would do anything for you if you asked. Treat you like a queen, smother you in affectionate, because to him, you're the most important person in his life.

"ji, please fuck me. i cant take it anymore! i need you so so bad!" you whimpered against his lips. He laughed, helping you take your shirt off. He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it up and down your slit, teasing your clit and entrance with it. You whimpered in frustration, gripping onto his biceps tight.

"Please ji! i cant! i need it inside. i want to be filled to the brim with your thick cock. Plant your seed deep inside me, make me cum so hard, i see stars. I'll do anything you want, i'll be a good girl. Just please ji. i beg you, fill me up and fuck me into tomorrow!"

Jisungs brain short circuited, tears of frustration falling down your cheeks as sobs escaped your lips. Hes never seen or heard you like this before and as much as he hated seeing you cry, it ignited something deep within him.

He wanted to make you cry and beg some more. he wanted to see how far he could go, but he was close to his limit. Instead, he simply cooed at you, stroking your cheek

"Pathetic. look at you, begging for my cock like some desperate slut. you want this baby?" he tapped his cock against your clit.

You nodded, groaning in frustration. "yes! fucking give it to me Jisung! for the love of god!"

Jisung laughed before entering you, bottoming out inside straight away. His cock reaching the deepest parts of you. He wasted no time in thrusting, his movements powerful and fast. Your back arched, loud moans escaping your mouth as you gripped onto the bed sheets, knuckles turning white.

Jisung grab your waist, holding tightly that bruises formed. he repositioned himself, aiming for the sweet spot that makes you see stars. When he hit it, your legs shook, pleasure overcoming you body. Your mind being consumed by jisung. One hand travelled up to your breast, giving it a squeeze before he wrapped his fingers around your neck.

He squeezed, starting gently first before increasing the pressure. You held onto his wrist, looking at him and giving him a dumb smile.

"my pretty baby. all fucked out already. does it feel good, kitten?"

"good – so good ji. you're so good. more, give me more." Jisung laughed, increasing the power and speed of his thrusts. Skin slapping against each other, harshly. you're so consumed with pleasure that you failed to let him know that you was going to cum.

In seconds, your back arched, legs shaking as you closed your eyes, your orgasm hitting you hard, so hard you saw stars. Jisungs thrusting stopped, his grip on your throat softened. When you calmed down and opened your eyes, you blushed at his shocked expression.

"ji, im sorry. it happened so fast."

"n-no, that was, hot. holy shit." You proped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at where you and jisung were still connected. You flushed bright red, embarrassment washing over you. The sheets under you, jisung's lower half of his stomach was covered in your juices.

"i-ji. im sorry." You whimpered. He laughed, cupping your cheek.

"dont be. you just squirted for the first time and my god, it was so hot! will have to try and make you do that more often." He winked, before thrusting inside you again.

You whimpered loudly, pussy sensitive. "J-ji! sensitive!"

"Its okay baby, you can do it. just a while longer and soon, I'll be filling you up." You flopped back down on the bedsheets, legs shaking from the over stimulation. Your body tense, hot to touch. All you could do was pant and cling to the sheets as jisung thrusted into you ruthlessly, mind clear as jisung continued to fuck you dumb.

For the third time that night, you felt the knot tightening, walls clenching. Jisung grunted, his own movements getting sloppy.

"j-ji!"

"i know baby, i know. cum, its okay!" You gripped onto his biceps, nails digging into his skin, nothing but silent moans as you came around jisung for the second time that night.

you took deep breaths, calming yourself down. Jisung continued to thrust sloppily, his own body tensing.

"baby–" he whimpered.

"Fill me up ji. give me all of it, every last drop." You cooed. With a few more thrusts, his movements halted, groans and grunts escaping as he gripped your waist tight. He emptied inside you, coating your walls white. you hummed at the feeling, licking your lips.

Once calm, he pulled out slowly, his cum making its way out of you and onto the sheets. He flopped down beside you, sleep taking over your tired and sore body. You closed your eyes

'hey, no sleep yet. aftercare, remember." Jisung stroked your cheek softly. The soft, domesticated side showing. You hummed, leaning into his touch.

"M' tired." you whispered.

"i know baby, but let me clean you up. have a nice warm bath together, drink some water and then we can snuggle together and let sleep take over." You nodded and hummed, slowly opening your eyes.

"id like that, ji." You whispered.

"i know baby, i know you do. you did so good for me, that i have to show you how much you mean to me."

"i already know ji. you take good care of me and i love you for that. i know you get worried that you might be too rough on me, but believe me, you dont and if you did, all id have to do is say the safe word."

Jisung nodded, kissing you tenderly. "i love you so much, (Y/N) to the moon and back."

"I love you too ji. forever and always."

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A Million Freckles - Hwang Hyunjin

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Prompts: “Did you know that you have a million freckles on your shoulders?”

Warnings: Hint of angst, fluff. nudism, Hyunjin tending to you after a bad day.

Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.

You step into the house and close the door behind you, it had felt like a day that would never end, but it finally did, and you were now looking forward to a warm shower to wash away all the stress from the day, you take off your shoes before removing your jacket and hang it near the door, you step further into the house and make your way towards the bedroom, you pause at the door as you found Hyunjin laying on the bed with his phone in his hand, his legs crossed, and his back propped against the pillows and headboard.

“Hyun…” You sigh and feel a smile tugging on your lips. “You’re home,” He puts his phone down on the bed and looks at you, a smile spread across his face as he looks at you. “Just what I was hoping for,” The smile vanishes from his lips, and he sits upright with concern in his eyes, his brows furrowed as he looks at you.

“Long day?” He asks. You nod your head and step further into the bedroom, he instantly stands from the bed and makes his way to you. “What happened, what’s wrong, what did they do to my baby?” His arms reach for you before pulling you tightly against him. “I’ll make them pay for whatever it was,” You couldn’t help but tiredly laugh at his attempt to threaten them, it was so cute yet funny at the same time.

“I just want to take a shower right now, wash it all off me…” You say against his chest. “But they made me run around so much and then my boss blamed me for something he said he would do and take care of…” You feel him hug you a little tighter, and his hand rubs in a circle at the top of your back.

“That… thing,” He says, not even wanting to name your boss’s name. “Come, let’s go,” He releases you from the hug and guides you past him and towards the bathroom. “We’re taking a shower immediately,” He pauses near the bathroom door and picks up one of your candles you left on the drawer before guiding you further into the bathroom. “Let me just adjust the mood, okay, sit here,” He guides you towards the toilet. “Just a few minutes,” He places the candle on top of the cabinet in the bathroom before exiting the bathroom again, he was fuming on the inside knowing that your boss had upset you, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, but just perhaps he could ask your friend to do something. “I saved the playlist you like on my phone, in case,” He says as he re-enters the bathroom with his phone in hand.

You could feel your heart swell with love, you didn’t think he would have saved one of your playlists, but here he was, surprising you again, he placed the phone near the candle and seconds later gentle piano music started playing, he picked up the lighter that conveniently laid on the cabinet and lights the candle.

“All right…” He says and puts the lighter down before turning to you. “I can’t dim the lights, that’s the only thing I can’t do,” He makes his way back to you and holds his hand out for you, you place your hand in his and stand from the toilet. “Let me help you get undressed,” He releases your hand and reaches for the bottom at the top of your shirt. “Just let me take care of you tonight…” He slowly unbuttons the shirt before carefully sliding the sleeves down your shoulders, there was so much intimacy with this act, so much care behind everything he was doing.

He tosses the shirt towards the laundry basket before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra, his hands move to the top of your shoulders and carefully slide the straps down your arms, slowly baring you in front of him, not just body, but body and soul. He folds your bra before placing it on top of the folded towels before moving his hands down to the button of your jeans, his head drops as he looks down while you continue to look at him, love constantly growing inside you, your love for the man in front of you, you had no words to properly explain how much you loved and adored him. He pushes your jeans down your legs along with your panties and bends down.

“Hold onto me,” He says. You place your hands on his shoulders and lift one leg, letting him remove your pants and panties before switching to the other leg, you keep your hands on his shoulders as he stands upright to toss the clothing pieces into the laundry basket, he reaches for the claw clip on the cabinet and moves behind you, his fingers gently comb through your hair before you feel him clip your hair together at the top of your head, you turn around and watch as he reaches for his own shirt, but you quickly grab onto his hands, stopping him.

“Let me…” You say. He nods his head, and you release his hands before moving them to the hem of his shirt, he lifts his arms as you begin pulling the shirt upwards, your knuckles brushing along his skin as you do, you pull his shirt over his head and toss it towards the laundry basket before you move your hands to his jeans, this time he watches you with adoration in eyes. You undo his jeans and push them down along with his underwear, you bend down as he steps out from them after they pooled around his feet and pick them up. “Now we’re both ready to shower,” He nods his head as you toss the clothing items into the laundry basket. He takes your hand and leads you into the shower, closing the glass door behind him once you are both inside.

“Stay close to me,” He says. You press your back against his front as he reaches for the tap and opens it, a gush of wind fills the cubicle as water rushes from the shower head, goosebumps form on your skin before the water heats up, and the glass begins to fog slightly. “Okay, it’s safe,” You could feel a smile tugging on your lips before you moved forward, the water touched your skin, and you instantly felt your muscles relaxing, you let you a sigh of contention and closed your eyes, his hands move to your shoulders and slowly slide down your arms. “Let me wash you…” His chin rests on your shoulder as he reaches for the bottle of soap.

You watch as he opens the bottle and squeezes a dollop of soap onto the palm of his hand before closing the bottle and putting it back, his arms are still wrapped around you as he begins lathering the soap in his hands. He presses his hands against the front of your shoulders and moves his head away from your shoulder before slowly washing over your shoulders and down your arms.

“I’m not too rough, right?” He softly asks, his hand reaches your hands, and you feel him carefully washing between your fingers, interlacing them for a moment before his hands slide up your arms before his hands move over your chest.

“Hmm, you’re gentle, so gentle,” You softly say. He softly hums before washing over your stomach, his hands move over your sides before briefly leaving your skin and moving to your back, and his eyes move over your back quickly, finding the scattered moles decorating your shoulders and back. “It feels so nice,” He bends down, carefully washing over your butt before moving his hands down your legs, carefully washing your inner thighs and between your legs before moving down your legs. He stands upright and begins rinsing the soap from your body, using his hands to help.

“Did you know that you have a million freckles on your shoulders?” He suddenly asks, he places his hands on top of your shoulders and slowly traces along the moles, connecting them. “It’s like the night sky,” You turn around to face him, making sure not to fully step underneath the water. “It’s beautiful.”

“Hyun…” You say and place your hands on top of his shoulders. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” You could feel tears filling your eyes, you weren’t sure if it was because he was tending to you like this after you had a rough day or if it was the result of an emotionally and mentally draining day. “Thank you for taking care of me…” He pulls you against him, his hand instantly moving to rub circles on your back.

“Of course I will,” He says. “Come, we’re done showering, let’s get out of here,” He shuts the water before breaking the embrace and opening the shower door, a cold rush of wind blows against you both, but he quickly grabs the towel and wraps it around you. “We’re dedicating this night to only comfort and cuddles,” He wraps a towel around his waist before helping you dry off, the gentle piano music continuing to play in the background, once he was sure you were dry he removes the claw clip from your hair and places it back on the cabinet before blowing out the candle and guides you out of the bathroom.

“Can we open the window a little bit?” You ask. He nods his head as he guides you towards the bed and has you sit down on the edge of it right in front of the window.

“Of course, we can,” He says as he turns to the window and opens it, the wind rushes in and blows against your skin. “Lay down, I’ll lay down right with you,” You nod your head, already feeling much better than you did when you reached home. You lay down, moving to make space for him in front of you, he walks away from the bed and moments later the lights are turned off before you hear him walking back to the bed. “We can sleep just like this…” He lays down in front of you, facing the window, and you immediately wrap your arm around him and place your leg over his leg, the silence of the night begins settling in with a few cars being heard in the distance. “I know you love me, and I love you too, so, so much.”

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Requested by: @9900z

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: smut, hints of darkness, angst

synopsis: After a year of taunting and humiliation from the ever so loving boyfriend of yours, you decided to break it off with him and slowly start to forget about him... Until he comes back asking for forgiveness.

warning: jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), overstimulation, degradations(whore, slut, dumb...), dubcon(?), piv, mentions of a past toxic relationship, mind break (both sides; mainly reader), hair pulling, cunnilingus, brief breeding kink, choking, angsty but happy ending, aftercare

words: 5.1k

a/n: uhh hi.. it has been a while since i finally put up a fic,, kind of feels overwhelming to be back even though I've been absent for around two months, but I'm back. I don't think my writing has changed much, especially since i forgot how to write smut after not doing so for a few months 💔💔 shout out to @lix-ables and @spilledtee for helping me out and putting me back in my feet ! also i hope you enjoyed this piece. ik its been a long wait but I hope i fulfilled what you asked for 🙏i changed up the plot as well i hope you don't mind that too.

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. And if you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. Readers discretion is advised.

You saw his beautiful face once again. His eyes captured yours as he sat across from you, almost as if he was examining you from afar waiting for whatever was next. He was what you would consider your, affection reeks every time we would be in contact, but soon his dark side has revealed its ugly truth. His pretty face was there but his gentle touches and words slowly transitioned into a sudden venomous rupture of words. Questions arose within you as he continued to show his sadistic colors; “was I in the wrong? Did I do something to trigger him? Do I even love him anymore?” And many more came and go, leaving it unanswered in the meantime. But after the tumultuous and tiring years of you two bickering and the feelings of resentment started to grow in my stomach, you opted to pack up and just leave him. You thought his toxicity was getting out of hand, you could still hear him yell out as you leave,

“You’ll regret this! You need me!”

To hell with you, you would say, but silence is often the best option for diffusing this situation. And then you were gone from there, never to see him for a good bit. After many months of questioning yourself, crying, anger, resentment, and an awful amount of drinking, you’ve later seen yourself starting to improve on yourself, especially with the help of the small yet great friend circle you are in. So much so, that you have even ventured off into the whole dating world once again. Tinder, Bumble, Her, you name it, you’ve tried them all, and what’s the issue of one going fishing? There would be moments that dates fail, whether it’d be because one has a bad attitude towards the service worker, one’s in it for the sex, or one just generally does not click with you.

Sparing all the details, most of the time it didn’t work out. But how did you end up with Hyunjin right now? You thought you were done with him, and why did you let him into your apartment? Unbeknownst to you, you may have gone on a date with one of his friends, whom you had never met—presumably, they know of each other after you two broke it off—, at one point and they told him about it. Had you known that they know each other’s names at least, you never would have considered going out with them but here you are.

To say when you heard the knock and opened the door, only to see him standing right in front of you made your heart drop would be an understatement. How the hell did he find out where you live?! You wanted to close the door, but you were frozen as you saw his dark brown eyes shoot at your face. You couldn’t detect his facial expression, but his face did not showcase any negative emotions so you’re not as scared… but still, it’s not like you trust him, he could lash out at your face and you wouldn’t be surprised.

“Uh, hey, (y/n) …” he stammered nervously, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness. “Why the hell is he so apprehensive?! I should be the one shitting my pants right now,” you thought to yourself.

“Hyunjin? What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?” You went on with your questions, keeping your composure calm despite the creepy fact that he found where you live.

He shrugged, his eyes looking left and right before going back at you, “I may or may not have asked a friend whom you’ve may or may not hooked up a while ago…”

‘Wait what? How could this be?’ your mind had irrational thoughts. But then a conclusion came up after your mini inner arguments; this would mean that you have gone on a date with one of his friends, whom you have never met—presumably they know each other after we broke it off—, at one point and they told him about it. ‘God, this is so humiliating, had I known that they know each other’s names at least, I never would have considered going out with them and this encounter would have not happened but here we are.’ So many thoughts ridiculing your every mistake, but it’s not like you could change the past

You sigh as you roll your eyes, finally putting your senses together and crossing your arms, “What do you want?! I thought I said I don’t want to deal with you anymore.” Hyunjin smirked at your response, “I see you’re still as feisty as before, huh?”

One of the many attributes you’ve missed least from him is that disgusting cocky attitude he is exhibiting right now. Just reminiscing on that made you cringe even more than just seeing his face right now. You groaned abhorrently as you almost shut the door at him if it weren’t for him to hold the door from shutting and yelling out a “wait!”

If you had the matching strength like his, you thought, you would have had the door completely shut on his face, but unfortunately, he overpowered you and ended up pushing the door enough to open it but not enough to hurt you, which you hoped it did as you didn’t want to endure any more of this conversation. He only stood there while you maintained your scorned face toward him, not wanting to fall for his games and let him in.

“Look, I know this isn’t the best time, I know it’s weird and creepy that I showed up at your doorstep and I know we had our bad past. I’m not here to reconcile, I just want to talk to you,” He calmly yet sternly spoke as he maintained his eye contact with you. You only looked at him with a blank expression, unsure of what to respond and whether to let him in or not. After the pain he had given you, why should you let him in? But for some reason, you could sense some sort of honesty in his tone and that he genuinely does not want any malice. He lifted his arm, “look if you wanna inspect my pockets, you can, I don’t even carry weapons with me,” he chuckled slightly.

‘Why would he even say that? Even if he was trying to make light of the situation, he only made the air more awkward than it already is.’ He realized after he sees you wince at his bad-taste humor as he sniffed and curled his lips, “Okay, my bad, but seriously, I just want to chat with you, and I won’t even take long. Consider me gone after today.”

You glared at him as you couldn’t take his excuses anymore and decided to open the door more so he could walk in. The dumbest mistake you have ever made. You would think that after many months of healing and putting yourself together you would learn your lesson, but you seemingly did not. “You’ve got ten minutes and I want you out of my life permanently,” you spoke sternly as you walked into your living room as Hyunjin followed you.

Usually, you’d serve up something to eat or drink and wait until the guest sat first, but you’re making an exception as you thought that allowing him into the house was enough in it itself. The grudge you held was getting heavier and Hyunjin can sense it from the tone down to the body language. You sat on the sofa, while he sat in the armchair, far away from you—it’s a good thing he can read the room for once. And then suddenly, there was this awkward silence that deafens the entire room, just the sound of you tapping your foot. You didn’t bother to look at him and just started fidgeting with the accessories in your hand, but you could sense him still looking at you, almost as if he was staring at you. Who the hell does he think he is?!

“If you don’t have anything to say, then you better get out.”

After you spoke, Hyunjin shook his head, like as if he got out of a zoned-out state, “yeah, right sorry, um…” he looked away from you, as if he were trying to find the words. This time you were looking at him, the irked face still painted on you, however, you couldn’t help but just admire his pretty features. His beautiful brown long locks, his plump, pink lips, his defined jaw, alluring eyes, strong arms, his long, slender ringed finger that is worthy to get sucked—God dammit (y/n), get your shit together! This is the man you’re supposed to resent not gawk at.

“Look, I know I hurt you a lot in the process, and truthfully speaking, you never deserved the nasty comments I gave you…” as Hyunjin rambled on, you still wouldn’t buy his words and started to tune out. It’s such a shame that a man with a personality of a trash can can maintain the most attractive attributes. There is no denial that Hyunjin was a good-looking man despite everything, and on top of that, the greatest memory I had of him, other than the actual romantic moments we had, was the sex.

Hyunjin was a dancer, so he sure can use his hips to hit the spots no one can easily hit. Doubled by the talented fingers he has, and the wonderful, warm tongue that is so pleasant but has its venom when used incorrectly, which he, unfortunately, has used in that way for the last chunk of our relationship. Hyunjin had potential, he just had to flush it down the train with his attitude.

“… and while I don’t seek forgiveness, I just wanted to say I’m sorry…(y/n)?” After he noticed that you weren’t saying anything, you could only blink at him. Sure, you may not have heard much of his statement, but you couldn’t be bothered as you started to remember the past once again, reminded of his actions and how it’s way overdue for him to apologize.

“Oh, so you came here to say sorry, after what? Six months after not seeing each other and you expect me to just take your words for it?” you spoke disdainfully, eyes squinting at him in disbelief.

“No, (y/n)— “

“No, save it, Hyunjin! The damage’s been done, and I was hurt badly because of you.” you spat at him as you leaned forward towards him as if you were getting closer to him to make your point straight, “You don’t understand the weight of your words, you would tend to brush them off and call them jokes, but when I called you out on it, what did you do? Call me sensitive. And when I wanted you to do me a favor, you’d never do it, what type of boyfriend would do that?!”

You began spilling everything and you could see Hyunjin cringing, and frustration started to increase the more you speak to him. “I’m done Hyunjin, you’ve given me enough hell,” you sighed before speaking, but Hyunjin only sat in silence, his stance was very ambiguous and hard to read as he continued to stare at me. You could only scoff at the lack of response, “so what? You came here to just stare at me like the idiot you are?!”

The question was rhetoric yet unnecessary, however, he knew where to push the buttons when it came to pissing you off, and it made you more irritated than you already are. Now it was his turn to scowl, but then it started to grow into a menacing smile.

“Oh, so I’m an idiot?”

His tone left nothing but shivers, it was similar to the tone he would make when he’s feeling a little aroused. While it was very undeniably hot, you couldn’t just let your guard down like that, and try to keep yourself together. ‘He’s not yours, (y/n), get it together.’ You looked at him with your brows narrowed, “yes… you very much are.”

He could only chuckle at you as he leaned closer to you, you thought you were capable of moving away but for some reason, you found yourself trapped in your couch incapable of moving. It feels as though you were hypnotized by his visuals and voice at this moment, and you should feel bad, but you couldn’t bother to help yourself. As he got closer to you, he ran his hand across the sides of your face, you almost shuddered at the touch, but you kept yourself together and did not give in instantly. Once again, desperate call calls for desperate measures, anything must be in favor right now since the guards you put up are getting weaker and weaker. “Oh, (y/n), my love… you haven’t changed…”

“Excuse me?”

“You think you’ve moved on, yet I could see right through you,” his wording and tone created this odd juxtaposition of gentleness and ominousness that left me shivering once again, “you’re shaking and shivering right under my touch,” he chuckled once again even more menacingly. He got up and sat next to me, using his hand on my face and thigh to put me in place, silently forcing me to look at him and stay put. ‘Keep it together, (y/n), keep it together…’

His face got closer, and seeing his features up close made you ogle at him once again. You gulped at the closeness, and he pushed your hair away from your face, “and I’ve heard about your failed hookups,”

Fuck…

He let out a breathy laugh as he saw your slightly panicked face. “you’d think I wouldn’t know? I wouldn’t know that there are people, specifically men, who just want to see you naked and doing a terrible job at making you feel good?” There was something very venomous in his tone he started to speak about your past hookups. It is true, that most of your hookups have been lackluster at best, but you did not want him to know this sort of information about yourself. But considering you unknowingly slept with his friend, you should’ve known better than to tell a stranger about your sad sex life.

“I—I—”

“Save it…” He said it with the most condescending tone as if he was mocking you for interrupting him earlier, “let me show you what these men lacked.”

And there, Hyunjin slammed his lips into yours, vigorously and fiery as his usual kisses are. You didn’t know what has gotten into you, you should push him off and just kick him out for daring to do what he is doing, but for some reason, you couldn’t do it. you only could moan and melt into his mouth. At this moment, you genuinely thought that your brain has melted and kicked out all the logic in it—as ironic as it may sound—and it was true in some sense, but the way Hyunjin’s warm lips were caressing your lips felt too pleasant. It may have had a sloppy beginning, but it transitioned into one of passion and sort of possessive as Hyunjin began to be handsy. Through his groans and his lips exploring yours, he began holding you closer to him as his hands roamed around your body as if it were the first time he has touched you.

He pulled away to grab a quick breath before he pulled you to sit on his lap, as he continued to kiss you, but this time his lips went south into your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing your neck, creating a bruise that would fade in at any time, while he began muttering through your skin.

“Just you wait… when one sees this… then they would know…”

His words were incoherent as he was too fucked out and too focused on creating more hickeys, evident by him ripping the buttons of your blouse, exposing your bralette to him—It wasn’t any special bra, especially since you didn’t expect him to show up, let alone be doing this—and threw the blouse somewhere. He began biting the soft skin of one of your breasts, while his large hand was massaging the other through the bra. you threw your head back, moaning at the feeling of his warm mouth licking through the fabric, letting the slickness indirectly touch your nipples. As you tugged onto his hair, he gripped your bralette and ripped them apart, making you gasp at the sudden action, and he proceeded to have his mouth on your nipples, leaving you with nothing but your shorts and panties.

You began writhing under his touch, with you grinding onto his lap and clenching into nothing the more he stimulated your nipples, he pulled away and looked up at your, “bedroom…” he rasped, holding onto your thigh and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you told him where the room’s located, and when you arrived, he threw you into the bed, leaving you lying there as he begins to strip.

“You listen real good because I’m not gonna repeat myself,” he said, “you’re gonna be a good slut for me, and you’ll do as I say, got it? You had your chance to say all you want, now it’s my turn.”

“That’s rich coming from y—” your words were interrupted abruptly when you felt a tug from your hair, making you moan, and pulled your head closer to his angry yet lustful face, “I said, it’s my turn.”

You only stayed silent, fearing what to do next as he let go of your hair and continued to strip down to his boxers. You looked down and saw the bulge that was painstakingly hidden in his underwear. While it may not be the girthiest of cocks, he had the length and movement to make up for it. He smirked as he held your hair again to look up at his face, “you want my cock this badly?”

You should say no, but when he’s over here, being the way he is, makes it all the difficult. You could only nod at him, while he drags his fore and middle finger around your mouth, “open your mouth… I want to see if you’re worth it.”

He commands and you obeyed, opening your mouth wide enough before wrapping around his two digits. His movements were still but you moved your head and tongue as you slicked up his long slender fingers and shoved them down your throat.

“Eyes on me, you slut.”

Instinctively your eyes met his blown-out pairs, he enjoys seeing you suffer as shown by his evil face, the sadistic smile was prominent at this instant especially when he tripped your gag reflex when he attempted to shove it down more, humiliating me even more than you already are.

“I bet no one has ever shoved a finger down your throat like I did, huh?” The way he spoke was pure filth, you should stand up for yourself, but the wetness and arousal that seemed to increase the moment he utters a word seemed to betray your logic. The question was rhetorical as he wanted to have at me. He pulled his fingers off as he got down and pushed your legs apart with his other hand that wasn’t covered in your saliva, “take them off,” he commanded, regarding your bottoms. You nervously yet swiftly took your shorts and panties, revealing something he hasn’t seen in so long.

“God, I miss that pussy of yours… it’s a shame that other men have seen, touched…” His speech was hushed and slow the more he spoke, and the more he spoke, the closer he got to your pussy, “tasted… inserted themselves in you,” and there he began his feast as his tongue began lapping at the dripping wetness that you were seeping through. Your breath shuddered as his tongue licked up your clit, putting the most attention to the sensitive bud suddenly. ‘This is so bad,’ allowing your no-good ex-boyfriend just to humiliate you and then eat you out like this is really bad, yet the way he is licking and speaking to you in such a tone feels so good to you for some reason. With the added pleasure he added his fingers as his tongue movements began to increase, sucking and licking any slickness coming out of you, moaning at the taste that hits him.

The noises you made turned from breathing heavily to outright mewling and whining at the stretch and pace that came along with pleasure. He pulled his mouth away with a pop to look at you, “bet ya didn’t find anyone who could make you this noisy wet, huh?”

“Just shut up and continue fucking me with your mouth,” you shook your head as you groaned at his cocky commentary.

“Oh, is that so? Fine, as you wish,” Hyunjin said, before continuing to lap at your clit while his fingers moved at a quicker pace. You felt a surge of release coming out the faster he went with his tongue and digits. You were panting out his name as you groaned out when you’ve finally reached your orgasm. However, Hyunjin never stopped his movement and carried on as if you never came. You began squirming and your hips bucking at the overstimulation he was giving you.

“H-Hyunjin… s-stop—” you struggled to speak as he was lapping you to reach for the second orgasm. All he was doing was torturing you, he was moaning and sometimes pulling away to mention how “good you taste for a slut.” His words were a mixture of both degradation and praise, but mainly the former, as he wouldn’t stop humiliating you and calling you names. You felt your second orgasm coming up, but when he pulled his fingers and tongue away, you could only whine at the odd mix of overstimulation and edge, making him perk up his face, but in a good way.

“I made you come once, and you still want more? You are a whore…”

Your lips quivered as you anticipated more movements from him, as shown by the way your legs are spreading more from. Your labia were swollen from the fingering Hyunjin gave you, and that almost made him even more feral at the sight of you being desperate, but he had to maintain the sadism image he is intending to showcase.

He stripped out of his boxers and began stroking his hard cock slightly, making him hiss at the contact. He was purposefully teasing, and you were whining, your hand going down to touch the ache that Hyunjin failed to relieve, only for him to push your hand away. “What makes you think—fuck… you can touch yourself, huh? A whore like you is not allowed to touch themselves…ah” He grunts a bit in his sentence, but it was coherent enough, which made you mildly upset with you pouting.

He held your cheek before gripping your throat and slightly squeezing with his free hand, “your puppy eyes are not gonna help you—ha fuck—mm you still fucked other men hmm—”

His pace in hand was going faster, his tip started to glisten and spew out precum the more he bobbed, while you just laid there, begging for Hyunjin to ravish you, and holding onto his wrist that was wrapped around your throat.

“Hyunjin… please… please fuck me… please fuck me like the whore I am,” you sniffled, “I am nothing but a gross slut who lets other men fuck me… please let me forget about them…”

Your brain has officially been broken just by the sight of Hyunjin and the remanence of the past overstimulation and edging, which is exactly what Hyunjin wanted from you. You have fed his evil plan and he couldn’t be even happier than he already is. He smirked as he slowed his stroke down and let go of your throat, “that’s what I thought… now get on all fours.”

You instantly obliged without saying another word and got on your hands and knees for him. He aligned himself in your opening before shoving it in in an unprecedented way. You yelped at the further stretch that his finger couldn’t reach, while Hyunjin smiled in an impending way and licked his lips before he started to piston himself in and out of you.

Your mewls began to increase volume along with the sound of skin slapping as his hips were touched against your butt cheeks, jiggling each time they get in contact with his pelvis. He would grip harshly on your hips, bruising them in the process with the way he is squeezing and digging his finger in pleasure the more he hits your spot repeatedly and elicit more moans from the both of you. When your head hung low, he pulled your hair, his fingers dipped in your scalp, with the grip harsh enough to grand you slight pain.

“Tell me now… who’s fucking you this good?” He spoke through his blissed-out state, his words flowing with the pace of his thrust. You only moaned as a response, which resulted in him pulling your hair even harsher, “I said, who’s fucking you this good?!”

“You, Hyunjin! You! Fuck!” You yelped at him when he drilled into your hole even rougher than what he initially started, letting go of your hair as he proceeded to thrust into you once he got the answer he wanted. You started to clench around him as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm once again, “please, please let me come! You make me feel so good, please!”

You begged, just exactly how Hyunjin liked it. He only chuckled in response as he proceeds to penetrate you even faster, in result making you squirm and breathe heavier, “that’s fucking right come around my cock, bet you never came like that with your other men, huh?” His possessive words could just make you come already, but his movements and use of his dancer’s hips made you come even harder, as shown by how you arched your back and placed your head into the mattress when you’ve reached cloud nine. But once again, Hyunjin didn’t leave you off the hook and stopped.

“I haven’t come yet… don’t you ever think that I’ll stop, I’ll make you come over and over until I come, got it?”

This wasn’t a request, it was a command, and he sure did do as promised, he continues to use you as his sex toy and made you orgasm repeatedly to the point of your brain fully stops functioning—all your head thinks about is Hyunjin and his cock. The truth is Hyunjin purposefully slows down and edges himself to make you come over and over and overstimulates you in the process. However, he has reached your limits, and ultimately his thrusts started to become sloppy, a great indicator that he is getting close.

“God, I’m gonna come inside…you and have it drip out of you—shi—let the other men know who fuck…ed you good—ah!”

It was his turn to have his mind break as he came inside of you with the most powerful orgasm while you matched with your final orgasm for tonight. Once you both bottomed out, you both pulled away from each other and laid next to each other on the bed, catching a breather for the both of you, both of you sweaty and tired.

Once you two came back to reality, you two looked at each other, “you okay?” Hyunjin asked first, still panting, while you looked up at the ceiling, “Yeah… I think…”

Hyunjin looked around and saw a towel laying on your bedroom floor, opting to use it to wipe you down. After doing so, he went up and decided to grab both of you glasses of water. This was honestly a new sight of Hyunjin, how can this be the same man a few minutes ago? You found his gesture sweet and appreciate it, and while the sex was phenomenal and for sure was better than most of your hookups, you still see the same man you saw when you were in a relationship, no matter how nice he was trying to be. Your heart tugged at that thought, but you knew what was best.

Hyunjin walked in with the two glasses and handed you one, which you took from his hand and thanked him, and he sat next to you as you two sat in silence and drank your water. This silence was similar to the silence from when he came in, except this one was less tense than the last one. Hyunjin was first to break the silence, “Look, I know you didn’t expect my appearance, and I promise you I did not come here for” Hyunjin pointed at the two of us, “this to happen. I genuinely came here to simply apologize.”

You only looked down at the glass below you and your finger circled the rim, unsure what to respond, “I know I screwed up big time with you, I wasn’t the greatest boyfriend, and you genuinely did not deserve the way you were treated at the time. I just want you to know that I regret everything I did and that I still love you.”

His confession made you freeze, and he can sense that even though he didn’t look at you, “which is why I’ll not meddle into your life again,” this time Hyunjin turned his head and looked at you with a tight-lipped frown. You looked back confused at his words, “I know my actions earlier sort of contradict what I just said, but I genuinely want the both of us to start over, or at least I start over. “

You were merely surprised and had so much to say but you stayed quiet as to wait for him to finish up his speech, “you’re doing so well, and I was jealous over that,” he sighs and shakes his head, “I don’t blame you for not forgiving me… As I said, I didn’t expect forgiveness, I just want you to know how I feel…”

You nodded at his words, “yeah, I’m not sure if I can actually forgive you…”

“I understand that…”

“But I’ll still support you in your journey to be a better person, I hope you find the closure you deserve, Hyunjin,” you held his hand smiling at him, and he smiled back.

“Thank you, (y/n)… you truly are an angel.”

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[niki-phoria]

he's so SKDLNSKLNS

pairing: felix x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 700

includes: supportive chan, felix stress bakes, reader is stressed (about math), this is very self inserty oops

a/n: i'm in love with leon kennedy HELP

requests open !! read my rules first

felix picks up another brownie, taking a small bite out of it. the sweetness of the chocolate isn’t too overpowering and the texture is nice - but something still feels like it’s missing. 

he sighs, setting the brownie aside with all the rest. the countertops are completely covered in trays and containers filled with brownies at this point. despite hours of what feels like endless baking and far too many batches, none of them are good enough. not for you.

“felix?” he jumps a little at the sudden call of his name. after hours of baking in silence, another voice startles him more than he’d like to admit. chan stands in the doorway with a bag in hand and raised eyebrows. “what are you doing?” 

“baking,” he mumbles. 

“baking?” 

“for y/n.” felix sighs, glancing around the mess of a kitchen. “he’s been stressed lately so i wanted to make something for him but none of them are good enough.” chan sets his bag down, kicking off his shoes as he walks towards the boy. “i need it to be perfect, but they’re too sweet, or not sweet enough, or too hard, or soft, or-” 

“felix,” chan interrupts. he reaches over to place his hands on felix’s shoulders, forcing him to stop. “you know y/n. he’ll appreciate anything you give him. and all of this,” he pauses to gesture around the kitchen. “isn’t necessary. your baking is good. and your feelings are reciprocated.” 

felix’s face burns at chan’s last admission. he’s never been the best at hiding his feelings but he didn’t think his crush was that obvious. chan chuckles at his blush. he pulls away with a final pat on felix’s shoulder and a small smile. “bring him some brownies and tell him how you feel. it’ll be fine, i promise.” 

with chan’s reassurance, he nods. “one more batch?”

chan chuckles. “one more batch.” 

a gentle knock on your door interrupts you from your studies. you begrudgingly pull yourself away from your computer long enough to squint through the peephole and see who’s on the other side. felix stands there holding a container of brownies in his hands. 

you smile, opening the door for him. “felix!” 

“hi y/n,” he smiles. you set the container aside on your countertop before he pulls you into a tight hug. the affection is welcome after so long of staring at a set of math equations on your computer screen. “seungmin told me you’ve been stressed lately so i made you some brownies.” 

“thank you.” you pull away just enough to tug him towards your couch with you before making yourself comfortable next to him. you hold one out for him before taking one yourself. “cheers.” 

felix laughs as you press the treats together for a moment. he watches you carefully as you take a bite, anxiously awaiting your reaction. relief floods through him when your face lights up at the sweetness. he hides his smile behind a bite of his own. 

“lix, these are incredible!” 

“i’m glad you like them,” he chuckles. you finish the rest of the brownie quickly. felix finds himself staring at your lips as you continue singing praises about his baking. he unconsciously reaches out, interrupting you when his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he’s gentle as he wipes away a stray smudge of chocolate from your face. 

you freeze, finding yourself entranced at his touch. his hand moves from your lip to your cheek, gently coaxing your face closer to his. “i want to kiss you,” you whisper. 

felix doesn’t reply. instead, he leans in even closer. your eyes flutter closed as he finally pulls you into a sweet kiss. 

his lips are softer than you expected. they fit perfectly against yours as you smile against him before finally pulling away. your smile grows at the sight of felix’s flushed face. “i like you,” he whispers. 

“i like you too.” you don’t waste any time in pulling him into yet another kiss. your computer lays forgotten at your desk as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him down to lay beside you. “movie marathon?” 

felix relaxes against your chest with a smile. “movie marathon.” 

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bad days - kim seungmin

genre: comfort

pairings: seungmin x gender neutral reader

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notes: if this looks familiar, it was originally posted to my secondary blog @zerothreetwentyfive so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.

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"hey dummy, i'm home."

he says as he's shrugging off his black windbreaker, revealing a white t-shirt underneath and hanging it on the back of the door. seungmin turns around, noticing the way the lamp is clicked on at the same time the ceiling lights are opened as well, and then his eyes move over to you lying in bed. even with a blanket draped over you, he can see that you're curled up into a ball, the bottom half of your face hidden behind the pillow you're clutching to your chest. the brunette's heart drops when his eyes meet yours, glossy and avoiding his own.

"oh bubs…" he rushes over, kneeling to be eye level with you, "what's wrong?"

his hand moves to touch you, caressing your hair gently as you sniffle, no words coming from your mouth. seungmin scans over the top half of your face that isn't covered by the pillow, looking at your hooded eyes, eyelashes clumped together from the tears and your flushed, damp cheeks.

a pout adorns seungmin's lips at the sight of you, "what's got my baby so down? hmm?"

your eyes move to look into his, the tears caught in your eyelashes sparkling from the lamp.

"is it another one of those days?" seungmin asks softly, his hand still stroking your hair.

this time you nod your head slowly. at that his lips purse in a sympathetic smile; knowing how down you'd get on those bad days. the change in your eyes apparent on a good day versus bad, the bliss one day and misery in the next.

"ahh. how about this bubs? i'll take a quick shower, rinse off all the practice sweat and i'll climb in right next to you."

you nod.

seungmin leans forward and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. naturally your eyes close and he pulls away with a smile seeing your eyes flutter open.

you watch as seungmin pushes himself up, off his knees to get ready for his shower: snatching some clothes to change into, and grabbing the towel hanging on the back of the door before he scampers out of the room and into the bathroom. you hear the water running through the faucet, a delay, then the sound of the water rushing from the shower head along with seungmin singing; during longer showers he would sing songs from beginning to end, but during quick ones he would sing random lyrics and tunes. the sound of seungmin's singing has you sighing deeply, the tone of his voice washing a wave of comfort over your body, allowing it to release some of the tension.

even when the water stops running, he continues to hum different tunes as he quickly dries himself off and dresses himself. again, you hear the sound of seungmin's feet against the floor as he rushes back into the bedroom, he's still wearing a white t-shirt but this one has a design printed on the front whilst he wears a pair of plaid pajama pants. the boy hangs his damp towel on the door before shutting off the ceiling lights and climbing under the covers with you.

the fragrant smell of seungmin's body wash and laundry detergent engulfing your senses as he pulls your body away from the edge and into his chest, his breath fanning over the back of your neck. the heat radiating off his body and onto yours has you relaxing in his arms, your back pressed up against his front as he places his right hand over one of yours clutching the pillow.

"i'm here bubs," he says softly from behind you, "whatever you need, i'm right here."

the weight on your chest, lifts at his words.

after being together for over a year, through trial and error, he learned how could be of comfort to you on your bad days. the first couple of times, seungmin tried to talk to you about it, trying to find solutions to make you feel better. while his intentions were good, it only added to the stress and negativity looming inside your head. a lot of the time, you couldn't pinpoint the cause of these feelings. the emotional burden just weighing you down with no clear explanation or reasoning. of course, there were times when the reason for your feelings were apparent but talking about your emotions had never come easy to you.

eventually he learned that the solution wasn't always something that came with long discussions, it came with him just being there. seungmin's presence brought you a sense of comfort. a feeling of relief washing over you whenever he was near, knowing that you didn't need to go through these bad days alone.

seungmin would always be there: verbally or physically, whatever you needed.

seungmin's right arm draped around your body lifts up the slightest bit when he feels you moving. you're abandoning the pillow and turning to face him, his left arm moving under your head as your left arm is now draped around his body, hands fiddling at the fabric of his shirt. seungmin takes this opportunity to cradle your head into his chest using the arm under your head to push you a bit closer, his left hand now gently grazing over your scalp in a small massaging manner. the sound of seungmin's steady heartbeat has you further nuzzling into him.

"thank you," your words are barely even a whisper but seungmin can hear you loud and clear.

he hums, "anytime bubs."

the feeling of seungmin's body pressed up against yours, the steady rhythm of his pulse has your eyes growing heavy, the tranquil atmosphere lulling you to sleep.

seungmin notices how your body fully relaxes in his arms, your fingers stopping their movement around his shirt and how your breathing has slowed down. craning his head the slightest bit, he takes a peek at your face; your eyes closed, lips slightly parted as soft breaths pass through, your cheeks still the slightest bit rosy. seungmin's lips turn up into a cheeky grin, the sight of you peacefully dozed off in his arms never failing to make his heart flip.

"goodnight bubs, sweet dreams."

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pairing: jisung x fem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!jisung. estranged!jisung. softdom!jisung. needy!jisung. nearing breakup. hurt/comfort. angst. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. lots of angst. mentions of estrangement/breakup. slight possessive behavior from jisung. pet names (princess, babygirl/babydoll, etc.). smut warnings below cut!! 

word count: 9.4k

summary: things between you and jisung have slowly fizzled out within the past few months. the tension only gets worse after a heated argument that almost ends with your breakup, which ultimately forces him to prove to you how much he still truly loves you.

18+ warnings: dirty talk. oral (f. receiving). fingering. breast/nipple play. slight dom/sub undertones. strength kink. dirty thoughts. hair pulling. praise kink. slight dumbification kink if you squint. unprotected sex (keep it safe, my friends). slight perv behavior from jisung. mentions of masterbation. sweet lovemaking.

a/n: i randomly decided to write this this week after the idea popped into my head, and i was like... hmm, i wonder what would happen if ji's s/o was contemplating a breakup. and then one thing led to another and i found myself fangirling over the idea of jisung being an oral sex god lmao, so here we are!! 😂 also, YES, i'm FULLY on board with the idea of him loving the pet name 'princess.' 😩 lmk what ya'll think of this one... feedback and reblogs are much-appreciated! 🥰

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Truly, your boyfriend was being very fucking unreasonable. Jisung had been working so hard, for so long, it was almost a miracle that he was still standing upright from all of the shit that he put his body through. 

Produce music, work out, practice, perform, film, repeat. 

Every. Single. Day. 

 Even you got sick of your job once in a while - so you couldn’t imagine what it was like for him, to wake up every single day and do the same grind over and over again. 

But to your utter surprise, he seemed to love it. Sure, it was stressful as hell and toxic at times, but that just made it all the more precious to him, it would seem. Plus, it was a bonus that he got to experience such ups and downs of being an idol with his seven closest friends in the entire world. 

 However, there were many drawbacks to his busy lifestyle. 

 And one of them was the fact that he never seemed to catch a break - never seemed to be home long enough for you.

 Even when he had a ‘day off’ on a rare occasion, he always filled his time producing new music, practicing a new choreo, or hanging out at the studio with Chan and Changbin. 

 And doing all of this didn’t help to make your relationship any stronger. 

 If anything, it left little time for the two of you to truly connect. Especially within the past few months or so. Mainly, you’d just see each other in passing throughout the workdays, as you came to and fro from your shared apartment. And when you guys weren’t rushing off to your separate schedules, you were fucking quick and effortless around the apartment. 

 At the beginning of the relationship, the sex had been amazing. Mind-blowing, even. Jisung knew his way around a woman’s body, and he wasn’t afraid to use his skills. His tongue was especially powerful - which you gave credit to his fast rapping skills for - and he liked using it on you to tease and tease until you were a sopping wet, begging mess underneath him. The flirt.

 But that was a long time ago. 

 And now? 

 Well, let’s just say that the sex wasn’t that… mind-blowing anymore. 

 You couldn’t remember when it had started to feel different. But then one day, it just lost its unique touch. And then, the sessions changed from long nights of lovemaking in the bedroom to quickies up against the shower wall or on the kitchen counter. 

 There was this odd kind of… distance that was floating between the two of you. You didn’t know if Jisung felt it, since his mind was always so occupied with thoughts of his work and Stray Kids. 

 You, on the other hand? It was all you could think about. And every time he walked through the doorway of the apartment after a long, arduous day at work, your heartstrings pulled just a little tighter at the sight of his slumped form. Droopy shoulders, mussed hair, skin sticky with sweat from a workout or practice. 

 It just didn’t feel the same anymore. 

 It didn’t… 

 Didn’t even feel like your boyfriend cared about you. 

 The passion that had been there between you two at the beginning was erased, and in its stead was an odd, shallow kind of companionship. 

 Yeah, companionship. That’s what it was. 

 But definitely not romance. 

 So when you awoke from the long nap that you had been taking one Saturday night, your first thought was to peer over at the other end of the bed. 

 Empty. 

 Void of any life- 

 Of Jisung. 

 You let out a dry, humorless scoff. Typical 

 Your week had been jam-packed with work and it was so exhausting, so the nap had been much needed. Sitting up from your pillow, you ran a few fingers through your hair. In silence, you shuffled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. 

 But you completely froze up at the sight of your boyfriend sitting at his desk that was placed in the corner of the small living room. You hadn’t expected to see him. It was only nine at night, and he was never home this early on a weekend night. He was hunched over his keyboard, nimble fingers flying across the keys as he typed, head bopping to a tune that was running through the large headphones he had on. 

 Just then your stomach rumbled, and you decided to pull your attention away from him. He was busy anyway, it’s not like he was going to talk to you. You made quick work in the kitchen and were soon sitting at the small, two-chaired dining room table with a plate of scrambled eggs and browned, pre-cooked sausages on a plate laid in front of you. You sipped on a tall glass of orange juice as you absently scrolled through your Instagram feed on your phone. Trying to pass the time away mindlessly.

 You distinctly felt your boyfriend’s presence in the corner of the adjoining living room, but he was apparently oblivious to you sitting there, eating dinner. Alone. Just like you had done for the last- God knows how long. 

 You honestly couldn’t even remember the last time you two had shared a meal. And all at once, the eggs turned sour in your mouth. You swallowed around the painful lump in your throat, the tears starting to prick at the corners of your eyes. 

 “Oh- Y/N, I didn’t see you there.” Jisung’s voice rang out across the small apartment, and the sound of it momentarily forced your spine to go rigid, making you sit up a little taller in your chair. He didn’t even use any pet name when acknowledging you then - like he hadn’t done for a long time now. 

 Just… Y/N. 

 “What are you still doing up?” He asked. Like he expected you to already be in bed. To be sleeping and dead to the world. 

 Like he didn’t even fucking want you around. 

 “Was having dinner,” you started, voice a little scratchy from the unshed tears. You pushed away from the table, standing from your chair. “But I’m not hungry anymore.” 

 As you made your way back over to the bedroom, Jisung’s voice stopped you in your tracks. “Wait- you’re just… leaving the food there?” Not, where are you going? I’ve missed you. Come here, let’s talk. He only cared about the damn food.

 You waved a nonchalant hand in the air back his way, “You can finish it, I don’t care.” And with that, you closed the bedroom door shut behind you with a quiet click. 

 Immediately, you sank to the floor. Face buried in your hands, violent sobs wracking through your body quietly. 

 Because where - and when - had it all gone so wrong? 

A week passed after that, blurring and bleeding together into so many other similar ones of the past. Wake up, watch Jisung leave the apartment at six in the morning for work, then get ready for work yourself, spend most of the day at your job before coming home at seven, then make dinner, eat it by yourself, get ready for bed, fall asleep at nine. 

 These days, it was rare for you to even see Jisung enter the apartment at night. Sometimes, you wondered if he even came home anymore. Because truly, what was here for him anyway? He had no regard for you. He didn’t care at all, it would seem. 

 You were bustling about the bathroom, finishing up applying your moisturizer just before you slipped into bed for the night. Then all of a sudden, the door opened, and in filed Jisung. 

 He was already clad in his pajamas - baggy cream-colored sweatpants and a thin white cotton t-shirt. You were dressed in a matching set close to his, but your pants were shorts and your white cotton shirt was a crop top. You two had gotten the set the year before, as a cute second-anniversary gift. Like it really mattered now...

 Jisung moved in silence, and then he was upon you, pressing your back into his muscular chest. He wrapped a loose arm around your waist and burrowed his face into the crook of your shoulder. “Need you,” he muttered against your bare skin. 

 For one indecisive moment, his words made you freeze up like a statue of stone in your place. Because frankly, it took you back so far in the past, you were suddenly blindsided by nostalgia. Of stolen kisses taken in corners, and heated whispers said in the dark of night, of hands exploring warm skin, and quiet pants falling from parted mouths. Of how he used to say such things to you when he was so desperate - so needy - for your taste. 

 But then you were brought back to the present. And you were reminded of the fact that he hadn’t said such words in so long, they now felt foreign on his tongue. And you two hadn’t been intimate with each other - quickie or not - in over two weeks. That’s the longest you had gone in… what felt like forever. 

 “Jisung- get off me,” you said in an annoyed tone, replacing your bottle of moisturizer on the bathroom counter. 

 He was still clutching onto you, pressing a few delicate kisses onto the skin of your shoulder. And against your better judgment, a quick shiver ran down the length of your spine. “Don’t play hard to get with me, now…” he said, his tone light a humorous. 

 Like nothing was wrong and everything was fine. As if he had been acting like the picture-perfect boyfriend for the past few months. 

 When in reality, all of those things were just downright lies. 

 “I said- get off of me!” The yell tumbled from your lips before you even realized what you were saying. And as you shoved away from his grasp, stepping back from the counter and out of the bathroom, the air around you instantly changed. From one of playfulness and slight desire on his part, to what you had been feeling at that moment. Bitterness, and… heartbreak. 

 “Y/N- what-” Jisung followed you out of the bathroom. His voice had an incredulous tone to it, as he was no doubt completely thrown for one from your sudden shift in mood. 

 “I’m just tired, alright? I want to go to bed.” You said curtly. You climbed into bed, resting your head on your cushy pillow, breathing in a sigh of relief at the comforting feeling of the thick downy comforter covering your bare legs. At least something in this hellhole of an apartment still gave you comfort. 

 And when you heard the bathroom door shutting quietly behind you, signaling that Jisung was finishing up getting ready for bed himself, the tension eased immensely from your shoulders. 

 Still, it showed that he had given up. 

 Like an absolute fucking coward. 

 And quite possibly, that hurt the most. 

 You fell asleep to the feeling of a single tear escaping out of one of your eyes, rolling down the side of your nose and across your cheek. Staining your pillow with wetness, just like every other night before, too.  

“Can we talk?” Jisung said the next day. He shuffled out of the bedroom, the large backpack that he always used to carry his extra pair of clothes for practice and other gear of the like in hand.

 It was early in the morning on a Wednesday, and you were busy in the kitchen preparing your breakfast to go. You didn’t have much of an appetite - for obvious reasons Jisung had no idea about - so you just decided to make some oatmeal and throw it in a thermos for you to eat when you got to work. The night before had left you in an odd sort of emotional limbo as soon as you woke up that morning, and your stomach churned painfully inside of you. With anxiety, and heartache. 

 Peering up from the strawberries that you were cutting to add to your breakfast, you shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah, what’s up?” 

 He took careful steps toward you, stopping when he reached a corner of the kitchen counter where he leaned one of his hips against it. “Did I… do something wrong last night?” 

 His question took you off guard so much that your head shot up from the cutting board. Because had he done something wrong? He hadn’t forced anything, but just the entire act of him expecting something from you after his poor treatment of you for so long… that’s what had upset you. Well, that and a whole host of other things. “No, Jisung, I already told you. I was just tired.” You lied to him with a straight face, as you turned back to your work, slicing through the red flesh of a strawberry with your sharp knife. 

 “You just acted like… I don’t know, you were mad or something,” he started, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see that he swept a hand through his midnight-black hair in a frenzied kind of way. Surely, his next words weren’t going to be ones you liked. “Are we… good?” 

 Your boyfriend had said a lot of stupid things in the past, namely when it came to telling absurd jokes. But this? Asking if you guys were on good terms when he had been sabotaging the whole relationship for the past few months with his shitty behavior? Now that was just downright ludicrous. “I don’t know Jisung, you tell me.” You decided to say, as you fit your cut-up strawberries in a clean glass container before placing it into your lunchbox. 

 “What does that mean?” 

 Your gaze shot up at his snippy tone, and immediately, it was like a switch was turned on inside of you. And then the words started flowing. “Well damn, Ji- I don’t know! How can we be ‘good’ when apparently, you despise me?!” You threw your hands up into the air exasperatingly, your voice rising and echoing across the kitchen. When you noticed him beginning to open his mouth to shoot back a retort, you rolled your eyes. “And don’t give me the bullshit of ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ because you and I both know that you haven’t done shit for this relationship for the past… I don’t know how fucking long!” 

 “Well every time I try to get close to you, you push me away!” Jisung shouted back, folding his arms across his chest. Almost like he was trying to protect himself from your words. Your blows. “Like last night- you just… shut down!” 

 “Did you ever think that I don’t want to have sex with a man who doesn’t even fucking care about me anymore?” You're clutching your fists together so hard that you feel your nails digging into the tender skin of your palms. But, you keep squeezing anyway. It helps ground you at the moment. Helps to keep the tears at bay that threaten to spill over with every word spoken. 

 “What the hell, Y/N-”

 “And don’t fucking call me that!” You screamed, your voice finally giving out and cracking desperately. The tears were freely flowing now, racing down your heated cheeks that were blooming with a furious blush. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N! It’s all you ever call me anymore! Well, I’m sick of it, okay?! Where’s the old Han Jisung? The one that actually loved me and showed interest in me and made love to me sweetly and called me pretty names?!” 

 Your gazes were painfully locked, and on his face, at that moment, you saw realization dawn upon him. It was so evident in the way that his dark brows creased slightly, the way his bottom lip quivered a little bit, and the way his eyes shone with so many emotions, but mainly- sadness, and... vulnerability?

 Too embarrassed to stand there any longer and bare your whole, raw self to him for another second, you quickly grabbed up your lunchbox and made for the living room, where your purse was sitting on the edge of the couch. Then you were turning around and nearing the entryway, slipping on your shoes and coat - after all, it was the beginning of February and it was still cold as fuck out. 

 Funny, how Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching, and yet your long-time relationship with your boyfriend Jisung was falling apart right before your eyes. Just your luck, it would seem. 

 “Y/N, where are you going?” Jisung’s voice cracked with unbidden pain as you slipped your thick winter coat on. 

 And when your hand reached for the doorknob to leave, you felt fingers clutch desperately at your elbow. 

 “Please- let’s just-”

 “Just fucking leave me alone.” You said in a quiet, quivering tone. Your shoulders were still shaking, the tears leaving trails down either of your cheeks. 

 A tender part of your heart squeezed achingly when you yanked your arm out of Jisung’s grasp. And a tiny, hopeless, strangled sound fell from his lips from behind you, just as you crossed the door’s threshold and barreled out into the cold morning air beyond. 

 All day, you couldn’t focus at work. You trudged through your routine wordlessly, filling out documents and signing off on things. But inside, your mind was drifting from one thing to another. Would Jisung be there when you returned home to the apartment that night? Or would you come home to a barren place, with him having taken out all of his things? 

 Did your fight mean that you guys had broken up? 

 Where did you two stand with one another? 

 Everything was so murky and fucked up, that by the time you finished work, you were glad that you would be home two hours later than usual. Maybe that’d give your boyfriend enough time to hi-tail it out of there before you met him once more. Before you had to relive all of the trauma and hurt all over again from that morning - from the last few months. 

 You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and steel your rising nerves, as you stood outside of your apartment’s front door that night. It was just past nine, and surely he’d still be at work. Surely, he’d be busy with the boys, practicing the night away, while you drowned in a pint of freezer-burned chocolate ice cream and tears on your bed. 

 When you opened the door, you immediately noticed how the apartment was quite dark. A tiny sigh of relief left your lips at the sight of shadows filling in the corners of the living room. 

  He wasn’t home, then. 

  Good. 

  And you couldn't remember the last time you had ever thought such a thing- 

 That your once-loving boyfriend wasn't home, and that that was a good thing. 

  The feeling quickly became sickening, and you swallowed around a thick lump in your throat. 

 After peeling your winter coat away from your sweater-clad arms and fitting your shoes back onto the small shelf that you kept near the door, you made your way out of the small entryway and into the kitchen. 

 But you stopped in your tracks upon the sight that you found there. 

 Your entire body seized up in surprise, 

 Spine going rigid, 

 Hands clenching and then unclenching at your sides. 

 For there, at the small dining room table, sat your boyfriend, Jisung. 

 A satiny, maroon-coloured cloth lined the wooden table, and you noticed the fine china that was placed on either side of the thing. The white proclaim plates were filled with what looked like Italian food - loaded with saucy pasta, roasted vegetables, and thick breadsticks. There were two crystal wine glasses too, filled to the brim with velvety red wine. 

 And at the centre of the table was a vase of flowers - it was bursting with a bouquet of crimson-red and baby-pink roses, sunset-orange daises, and pure-white baby's breath. Around the vase of flowers, laid a handful of candles, their bright wicks flickering in and out with the heat that quietly blasted throughout the apartment. No wonder why all of the lights had been turned off- to give way to the romantic ambiance of such a spread. 

 In an instant, your heavy purse slipped from your hands. You felt your heart leaping wildly inside of you, thumping against your ribcage in an almost painful kind of way. And only then, did your eyes find your boyfriend’s form in the dim lighting. He was dressed in a simple black long-sleeved t-shirt, the fabric tight around his toned chest. You noticed the black, tight-fitting jeans that wrapped around his legs, hugging every corded muscle flawlessly. His midnight-dark hair was styled messy, hanging low in front of his eyes, and your gaze caught on a thin silver chain that hung around his neck, showcasing his milky-smooth skin. 

 “Welcome home, baby girl.” Jisung’s voice came out soft and silky. Your eyes locked on his lips, as they moved to form the words. Then, he was standing up from his seat, nearing you ever so slowly. Like you were an animal he was hunting, and he was afraid he’d scare you off with the slightest of movements. 

 Your eyes found his in the darkness, and there, you saw an abundance of emotions- fondness, love, and… hesitance. “W-What is going on?” You managed to get out, limbs a little shaky as he came so close to you, you caught his scent. He always smelled of a mix of maraschino cherries and sweet lollipops. The smell was so lovely, yet it always did wonders to calm you down. 

 “Sit, baby.” He whispered. Reaching out, he took ahold of one of your hands and slowly pulled you towards the dining table. He pulled out your seat for you and helped you ease into the plush chair. Then, he was rounding the table once more and taking up his previous position across from you. 

 “What is all of this, Jisung?” You asked, brows raising in question as your eyes perused the spread in front of you. You hadn’t noticed the small tiered cake before, but the dark pink buttercream frosting seemed to glimmer against the candlelight, and instinctually, your stomach rumbled with hunger. 

 “An apology,” he began quietly. His stare was locked with yours across the table, and when he leaned over and grasped one of your hands, fingers sliding between fingers, your heart leaped in the pit of your chest. He squeezed your palm gently. “After… after you left this morning, I was a total fucking mess. Came into work practically bawling my eyes out like a stupid baby. The boys were so worried, and after they managed to get everything out of me, they helped me plan all of this.” 

 You squeeze his hand back, offering a tiny smile. A little kindness wouldn’t hurt, right? At least you could give him what he hadn’t given you in so long. “The setup is lovely. I… I honestly don’t know what to say…” Your voice trailed off, cracking at the end of your words. When you felt the tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, you bit down hard on your bottom lip to quell them from spilling down your cheeks. 

 Jisung cursed under his breath, shaking his head once, before speaking lowly, “You don’t have to say anything, darling. I’m the one who messed up, who fucked up colossally,” he said, shoulders quaking just a little bit from the sentiment of it all. His eyes were dancing with so much hurt and heartbreak, and at that moment, you wanted nothing more but to get up from the table and envelop him in a long hug. But no- for once, you weren’t going to give anything… for once, you were going to take. “I had no idea what you’ve been going through these past few months. I’ve just been so… caught up - obsessed - with my work that I failed to acknowledge the one thing tethering me to it all. And I’m so sorry. I realize my mistakes now, I understand what I’ve done. 

 “But… I know that you have no obligation to accept my apology. You’ve been putting up with my bullshit for so long, I wouldn’t blame you if you called it quits right now. And if you do decide to do that, you must know how I feel. I have enjoyed every moment that I've spent with you, while we were friends and lovers. And I’d never give it up for anything else in the world. I love you so, so much. And I never want to hurt you again, not like this.” 

 You were squeezing onto his hand so tight, you were sure your nails would leave imprints into his palm long after you pulled away. The tears were racing down either of your warm cheeks, your heart cracked open and bleeding with pain. Because the apology was truly genuine. You knew Han Jisung - had known him for so many years now - and you could automatically pick up on when he was telling a lie. But this? This was pure, unadulterated sorrow. He was so remorseful for what he had done, and the distressed look on his face clearly showed how he truly felt. The furrowed brows, the firm press of his lips, the sallow-colored cheeks, the misty eyes. 

 And suddenly, everything was made so very clear to you. 

 You knew exactly what you had to do. 

 “I forgive you.” The words left you quietly, but Jisung heard them nonetheless. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the confession. Because you loved him too. And all at once, you understood that leaving him, ending the relationship, would just create even more pain for the both of you. And you weren’t a mean person. You cared for your boyfriend deeply and wanted to make things work out. “You really hurt me, you know? All of the late nights away from home, and then the heartless quickies. It became so… tiring, to not have a connection with you anymore. But, I want to try again. I want to make things right, and try and revive the relationship.” 

 You offered him and minuscule smile, and he mimicked your expression tenfold, the happiness blossoming across his face like an infectious disease. “Yes, yes, I’ll do anything, baby. Anything to save us.” He exclaimed faintly, bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. A ripple of fire cast through your body at the contact of his lips. “But first, before we work out the details, can we please eat? I’m so hungry, I think I could eat an entire cow right now!” 

 A hearty laugh escaped past your lips at his absurdity. And almost instantly, it was like you were back to how things used to be - how the old Jisung used to be, the one that would crack jokes all the time around you, the one that would flash you a cheeky grin every other sentence, the one that always made your heart race wildly. 

 “Yeah, sure,” you looked down at your plate, trying to hide the smile that was practically lighting up your entire face, “the food looks great, the boys did a great job in helping you.” 

 “Mhm, I did most of it though,” he said in between a huge bite of pasta. “But you know how they get… especially Seungmin, always needing the credit.” He rolled his eyes at you, and you both burst out into a fit of laughter. 

 It felt good to let loose in front of him. To laugh your head off, without feeling like you were a burden. And in no time at all, you were digging into your serving of pasta, savoring the salty sauce as it coated your tongue in a mouth-watering kind of way. 

 “Can you hand me that knife over there?” Jisung asked an hour later, as he slotted a bowl into the dishwasher. You two were currently cleaning up the kitchen from the bomb that had been left off in the wake of him and the boys trying to make a romantic dinner for the two of you. 

 You leaned across the granite countertop and passed him the knife, before going back to wiping down the stove with a damp towel. You guys had passed the dinner with a mix of serious conversation and silly jokes. Over the meal, you guys had decided on what the future looked like. Jisung promised that he’d talk to Chan and his managers about it, but he was positive that he’d be able to leave work at least an hour earlier than he usually did every day. And you promised that you’d keep in touch with him if you were ever running late because of work. You guys planned to set every Friday night aside for the two of you to have a date, even if it was just staying at home and lazying around together, it was a time you'd get to spend together, just the two of you.

 Neither of you had brought up the sex during dinner, and to be candid, you were a little too embarrassed to talk about it with him. You had no idea why, when you had been dating for so long. But, the idea of explaining your true, most-inner feelings about it all was quite… daunting, to say the least. 

 “Well, the cleanup is done, at least. I’ll have to clear the table tomorrow,” he said a few minutes later, just as he closed the dishwasher and started up a new cycle. You were leaning against the counter on the opposite side of him, your focus on your hands, as they wound and unwound the damp cloth between your fingers. “Thanks for all of the help, baby girl.”

 At that, your head shot up, eyes wide as your focus locked with Jisung’s. “W-Why do you keep calling me that?” You stuttered out, mouth parted just slightly in surprise. 

 “Why?” He raised a dark, quizzical eyebrow your way, “you don’t like it?” 

 You felt a deep blush wash across your cheeks at his question, and your eyes flicked away from his that were slowly darkening. “N-No, it’s just… I’m not used to it, I guess.”

 “Oh, so then you do like it…” His serious voice resonated out across the kitchen. And then he was moving closer to you until he was standing just a hairsbreadth away from your form. Slender fingers reached out, fitting underneath your chin and turning your head so that your eyes locked for what felt like the millionth time that night. “What else do you like, baby girl?” His pupils were dim and blown wide, the shadows in the room seemed to cast across his shoulders, cloaking him in unbidden desire. 

 “J-Just you, Ji.” You breathed out, as his fingers traveled away from your chin, before cupping your cheek. 

 “You’ll have to be more specific than that, darling.” Your boyfriend mused. His nails grazed across your feverish skin, sending a shudder to course down the length of your spine. “We never talked about the sex… but I assume there will be no more quickies?” 

 You swallowed, once. “No, I don’t like them. They’re- they’re not you, babe.” 

 “Really?” He asked, the heady scent of him filling your nostrils as he stepped closer to you. His hand left your face, as he clutched at either of your hips and helped ease you onto the kitchen countertop that was just at your back. Slotting himself between your parted legs, his fingers dug into the fabric of the tight jeans at your waist. “Then, what is me, baby?” He leaned into you, pressing a tentative kiss against your lips. 

  And holy fuck, did it feel good. 

 To have him so close to you, 

 So intimate. 

 Holding you so tightly to him. 

 The safety you felt in his embrace seemed to overwhelm you, and your shoulders shook a little bit with the love that radiated from his face just then. “Y-You love me, wholly and completely,” you began, as he pressed another kiss to your mouth. This one was a lot more passionate than the last and swirled the pool of fervency that was slowly building deep inside of you. “You m-make love to me sweetly.” 

 You leaned into him then, as his teeth ran along your bottom lip. Your mouth opened, and his tongue swiped at yours. A strangled moan flew from you, and he swallowed it whole with a groan of his own. 

 “Do you want me to make love to you sweetly now, baby girl?” He grunted in between your kisses. His voice was silky smooth, like the darkest of chocolates. And when your mouths unlaced from one another, a hot string of saliva trailed after his pretty, swollen lips. 

 Nodding your head desperately, you almost surprised yourself with the sudden earnestness that flooded through your entire system. Because truly, you had been waiting - wishing - for such a thing for months. And finally, your boyfriend was giving it to you. Not out of spite or hatred, but because he loved you. “Y-Yes, I want that so much…” You breathed, the blush erupting into a furious heat across your cheeks. 

 When Jisung’s lips spread into a knowing smirk, eyes alighting with a certain kind of fire, you had to forcefully press your legs together to quell the rising arousal that had been building in your core. In all honesty, it had been building since the moment had said he loved you, back at the dining table over dinner. 

 “Well, because I love you so much, and you've been so good for me tonight, I'll give in to you, darling.” Your boyfriend’s hands gripped your waist, hoisting you up from the counter and into the air. You wrapped your legs around his torso, as he led the two of you out of the kitchen and into your shared bedroom. The whole way, you clutched onto his shoulders tightly, heart racing with anticipation. 

 He laid you down atop the bed, and the silence took over. He said nothing, as he reached forward, taking ahold of your jeans zipper and single button and pulling them free. Then, all at once, he was shucking your pants off in one fluid movement, his eyes never leaving yours as he cast them aside on the ground. Jisung reached behind him, clutching at his shirt before hoisting it over his head and discarding it somewhere next to you. 

 You swallowed audibly at the sight of his bare chest. The only light shining in the bedroom was a dim nightlight plugged into the far wall near the bathroom, and its amiable hue cast an ethereal kind of glow across his tanned skin. The well-toned muscles on his arms seemed to shimmer in the light, the definition of his abs rippling with every breath he took. For the most part, during your quickies within the past few months, he hadn’t undressed that much. It mainly just consisted of him tearing his pants down, pushing your panties aside, and finishing within ten minutes. There was nothing romantic about it, which is why you absolutely hated it. 

 Biting your lip at it all, you squirmed underneath him. He liked your reaction to him, liked the way you ogled his chest. It was evident by the way a lazy grin broke across his face. “Your turn,” is all he said, before diving into you and pressing a fervent kiss against your mouth.

 Within a few breaths, he had your shirt off and was working at unclasping your bra. At the thought of him seeing you naked save for your panties, panic suddenly started to rise into your throat. You hadn’t fully laid out in front of him in a very long time. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if you were ugly to him after such a prolonged period of not seeing you? 

 “W-Wait,” you managed to get out, swallowing thickly. Jisung’s fingers instantly stopped at your bra clasp. 

 Worry started to fill his eyes as he said, “Do you not want to-” 

 “No!” You blurted out, a little too quickly for your good. Your hastiness was made clear then, and a tiny, pleased smile spread across Jisung’s mouth at the sight of it. “It’s just… what if you don’t like what you see?” 

 His eyes narrowed as he stared down at you, a frown darkening his face. “Why in the world would you ever even think that?” 

 Your breath turned shallow, limbs shaky at the swarthy look he was leveling your way. He had always hated when you doubted yourself- when you questioned his attraction to you and your body. “I-I don’t know… it’s just been, a long time since you’ve seen me like this, that’s all.” Your eyes pulled away from his defined chest, locking with his once more. “I’m worried you won’t… like what you see.” 

 Jisung didn’t allow you to say anything else then, as he tipped down into you and pressed a feverish kiss against your mouth. “Baby girl, don’t ever say such things like that again, I love you so much. You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” He rumbled against your lips before his kisses began to travel around your face. He pecked the tip of your nose, both of your cheeks, and your forehead, before coming back to your lips. “Now, may I see you? Will you allow me to show you how much I care about you - how much I love you?” 

 You found yourself nodding your head in a frenzy, sucking in your bottom lip in anticipation. Your boyfriend flashed you a pleased smile before his fingers made quick work of your bra. Not five beats later, he had it off of you and laying on the floor near the bed. At the feel of being completely naked underneath him save for your soaked panties, you fought the urge to squirm and cover yourself up. 

 “Fuck,” he practically growled out the words at the sight of your bare form. “You’re so pretty, sweetheart,” his eyes trailed away from your exposed chest, locking with your eyes once more. “Love you- shit, love your body so fucking much.” He murmured against your skin, as he pressed a few kisses against your jaw.

 “J-Ji-” you mewled at the feeling of his mouth traveling down the column of your neck. His teeth bit into the warm flesh, leaving love marks for the next day. His lips sucked down on your clavicle, fingers digging into your bare hips. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling at the black locks hard as his mouth moved down the centre of your sternum. 

 “Always thinking about you- you know that, princess?” He mused against your skin, mouth circling one of your breasts with a smattering of kisses. “My mind always comes back to you in the dead of night, when I’m alone in the studio. I daydream about this very sight- having you under me, quaking from my touch alone.” Then his lips were hovering over one of your pebbled nipples, hot breath fanning against gooseflesh. “Because only I get to do this, right? Only I get to see you utterly bare like this…” 

 Your focus was completely on your boyfriend, as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your breast. “Y-Yes, only you get to have me.” You mewled out, clutching at his roots a little harder when his hot tongue darted out and drew a long stripe across your raised nipple. A hiss left your lips at the action. 

 “Shit, baby- love your tits so much,” he muttered in a quiet voice. His tongue swirled around your sensitive bud, then he was fitting his entire mouth over your mound, taking in as much of you as he could. He lapped and licked at your breast, teeth coming down to graze against your puckered nipple. You felt one of his hands leave your hips, and travel up your side until just stopping at your other breast. There, he filled his palm with your enflamed flesh, rolling your throbbing bud between his fingers. You were a groaning mess under his tongue, writhing with pleasure. 

 “F-Feel so good, babe,” you whispered, yanking on his hair and pressing his face closer to your chest as he continued to pay ardent attention to your breast. 

 After a few beats, he pulled away, mouth red and puffy, leaving a trail of hot saliva around your breast. “I fantasize about these all the time- imagining what it’d feel like at that moment to take your gorgeous nipples into my mouth.” His eyes flitted up to yours, which were still locked on where he was pleasuring your chest. “Fuck- almost every day, I pump myself dry to the thought of your beautiful tits bouncing up and down as you ride my cock so perfectly- as I spread your legs and take you fully, as I pound into your flawless little cunt from behind.”

 “Y-You thought about me like that, even after all this time?” The surprise drips into your tone, cheeks heating up with rosiness as his head moves over to your other breast that his hand had been playing with. Your heart leaped wildly in your chest at his movements, and you felt the juices practically dripping out of your core, skating down the inside of your thighs. Because truly, you had never known. You had just assumed that, for the past few months, you’d never crossed his mind… after such a long period of the intimacy waning between the two of you... 

 He smiled against your skin, pressing a fiery kiss against your nipple that had yet to be lapped at by his tongue. “Of course I did, babydoll. You’re always on my mind- you never left it, not even for a single moment.” 

 You squeezed your eyes shut, savouring the way that he fit his mouth around you in a perfect kind of way. Your fingers shook slightly as you carded them through his silky locks, trying to get as close to him as possible. The moans fled from your lips freely, and the breath caught in your throat at the feel of his clothed bulge pressing against one of your thighs, close to where you needed him most. He was still clad in his tight skinny jeans. 

 “Baby- n-need you,” you whined after he had pulled away from your breast a few beats later, his face flushed with so much lust. His gaze locked with yours, pupils like twin pools of fire that were so fucking scorching, as he stared down at you, studying your kiss-swollen lips and fluttering eyelids. 

 “You need me, hmm?” He traced a single index finger down the middle of your chest, nearing your waist. “Where do you need me, princess? Tell me…” His finger trekked down one of your legs, starting to draw tiny shapes in the skin of your inner thigh. “You need me right here, on your thighs?” 

 “N-No-” you managed to say in a quiet voice. A velvety hush came over the entire bedroom, as you watched his finger slowly trace up your skin until the slim digit was just outside the line of your panties. 

 “You need me here, baby girl? Between your legs, touching your warmth?” He pushed the nude-colored panties aside a bit, and immediately, his finger was slicked with your arousal. “Damn it- you’ve soaked through this shit.” Jisung grabbed ahold of your panties and dragged them down your shivering legs before discarding them somewhere behind him. 

 “Wanted this for so long, Ji,” you started, a low buzz humming in your ears at the way his pupils darkened at the sight of your completely bare form. Finally. 

 He tipped down towards you, beginning to pepper light kisses against either of your thighs, nearing your throbbing core ever so slowly. “Oh, yeah? What did you want for so long, darling?” His voice was hushed against your skin, and you felt the desire churn in your core at the way he said the words in such a low register. The tone he only used on you - for you - late at night, when it was just the two of you, and he was filled with so much passion. 

 “Wanted you- face nestled into me, kissing my worries away, licking me clean.” A surprised squeak fled from your lips as soon as his mouth landed on top of your cunt. 

 “You’ve always had a thing for my tongue, haven’t you, princess?” Jisung said, his voice rumbling against your sensitive flesh and shooting a zap of energy to course throughout your veins. You felt him smirk against your lips, just as he delved into your heat. 

 And all at once, you were reminded of what you had been missing for so very long…

 Slender fingers prying you open slowly, 

 Practiced thumb pressing against your puffy clit, 

 Kisses peppered up the length of your warmth, 

 Tongue drawing a stripe down your lips, 

 Before thrusting into you, tasting your very essence. 

 You bucked your hips against your boyfriend’s face, loving the way he twisted his tongue inside of you, the way he used his fingers to pry you open for better access, the way he traced circles around your clit. Every nerve ending in your body felt like it had been set on fire, and loud pants fell from your mouth every time he kissed you, every time he tasted you, every time he hummed against your exposed core in approval. 

 “Taste so fucking good, babydoll… like the sweetest candy on earth,” he growled after he had pulled away from you to catch his breath. This face was messy with you, lips glossy with your slick. The sight of his flushed cheeks and blown pupils alone was so fucking hot, a choked moan escaped from deep inside of you, and your hands frantically traveled down to the waistline of his jeans. 

 “N-Need you right now, baby,” you said, voice hitching slightly. It felt like your heart was beating a mile a minute against your ribcage, thoughts moving slowly inside your head like they were trapped in a thick vat of molasses. Your fingers flew at his zipper and Jisung was silent, as you worked his jeans and boxers off completely.

 His cock sprung free instantly, the head red and swollen, precum dripping out of the slit and splattering onto the bed haphazardly. You swallowed audibly at the sight of his girth. It had been a while since you had gotten a clear view of… him. And, it was mouthwatering, to say the least. You reached out, palm open and supple, as you took hold of him. 

 “Damn it- baby… you intimidated by me?” He chuckled dryly, noticing how your mouth was slightly hung open in amazement. You pumped your hands up and down his length a few times, earning a string of curses from Jisung. “Fuck- any more of that and I’ll be a goner, princess.” He ripped your hands away from him and moved so that your fingers were positioned above your head. 

 Without any guidance, you opened your legs wider, as he slotted himself between you. He clasped down hard on your hands with one palm, while the other found its way back to your core, fingers caressing your inflamed clit. You held your breath in bated silence, waiting, and watching, as Jisung’s tip neared your entrance. 

 Then, he was sliding in with one fluid, effortless movement. Your mouth fell open, breath falling in short increments, at the fullness you felt slowly taking over your entire body. It was like absolute heaven, with him slowly bottoming out, the tip of his cock hitting that fiery, gooey spot deep inside of you.

 “Alright?” Jisung’s deep voice broke you from your daze of lust. You hadn’t realized you had closed your eyes, and when they met your boyfriend’s face, there was a single crease in his brow. Like he was worried that he’d hurt you somehow. 

 “Feels so good- please, just, fuck me, Ji-” you whined, throwing your head back onto one of your pillows, a loud cry falling from your mouth as you felt him begin to move inside of you. 

 As he thrust in and out, in and out, the lewd sounds of your lovemaking overtook all of your senses - filling the room with skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex heavy in the air. Jisung set a fervent pace, reaching so far into you that every time he pulled back, and then shoved himself between your lips again, literal stars danced against the blackness of your vision. 

 “You like this, baby girl?” Jisung rasped out, as he pushed into you vigorously. You were a sopping wet mess, which made for slippery work between your legs. Still, Jisung didn’t mind, and it only seemed to edge him on even further. “Like when I fuck you nice and sweet? Is this what you’ve wanted all along, hmm?”

 Nodding your head frantically, a scream tore from deep inside of you at the feel of his fingers pressing down hard on your inflamed clit. You were practically writhing from head to toe underneath him, your arms shaking as he held them up above your head. “Y-Yes, please… don’t stop…” Your voice came out breathless and airy, as he hit a particularly fiery spot inside of you. 

 “Oh trust me, babydoll, I won’t.” His hand continued to play with your reddened bud, as he rutted into you like a man who had been starved of sex for a fucking millennium. 

 Then, you felt him move on top of you, face nearing yours and lips kissing their way up the expanse of your neck, nearing your chin, before stopping at your mouth. He stopped just then, seductive breath fanning across your face. 

 “Kiss me?” You asked, voice high and squeaky in your throat. Because at that moment, with him so close to you, his cock buried so deep, his fingers abusing you so well, you suddenly felt so fucking vulnerable.

 At the way you peered up at him with big, innocent eyes, your boyfriend immediately let go of your hands that he had been holding above your head. “Ah- baby, how can I ever say no to such a beautiful face- such a sweet voice?” He cooed down at you. Your fingers found their way into his onyx-colored hair again, slightly pulling at the roots. 

 Jisung’s scent - of maraschino cherries and sweet lollipops - overtook you, as he bent down, invading your space. The way his mouth captured your lips, tongue lapping at your own, did wonders for your throbbing heart. And all at once, you felt your high quickly approaching. 

 “Love how supple you get when I fuck you like this…” He whispered against your lips when you had both pulled away to catch your breaths. The charming, gentleness of his voice was a stark contrast to what the rest of his body was doing - how his hands now dug into either side of your hips, how he pounded into you so perfectly with a relentless pace. “So pliant and adorable- princess lets me take care of her well, yeah?” 

 He pressed another few kisses against your lips, smiling in between them at the nods that you gave him. “L-Love when you call me that… princess…” you confessed, a furious blush creeping over your cheeks at admitting such a thing. You had missed all of the pet names over the past few names. But that one? Princess? You didn’t exactly know why, but it just did something ethereal and magickal to your soul every time he called you by the endearing name. 

 “You are a princess, baby… my princess.” Jisung gripped onto your hips harder just then, slamming his cock into you so fiercely that a tiny, pathetic whimper left your mouth. “Now… can you be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart?” He kissed you again and again, and you felt your heart swell up inside your chest from the gesture. 

 So charming. 

 So loving. 

 So soft. 

 And all at once, you were letting go. Squeezing your eyes shut desperately, galaxies exploding across the inside of your mind. Skin heating up so well, so quickly, that it felt like you had been doused in a pit of flames. Limbs shaking irrevocably, your core clenching around Jisung’s cock, as he chased his own high. You pulled at his silky waves, a string of moans rising from deep within you as you reached the peak of your arousal. 

 “F-Fuck, you take me so well- so perfect,” Jisung grunted somewhere close to your ear. In your daze of orgasmic bliss, you faintly heard him mumble praises. Praises about you, about your exquisite body, and your enchanting personality. But it was all lost on your ears amidst the dizziness of your fall. 

 Then you felt your boyfriend stiffen up inside of you, and his entire body shuttered from above as he finally found his release. You felt his seed coat your still-clenching walls, and a content sigh left you at the familiar feeling of it all. Jisung was a moaning mess on top of you, his voice growing so loud with his release, you were sure the neighbors could hear him. He hadn’t cum inside of you, without a condom on, in what felt like ages. And it felt like pure, utter euphoria. 

 Jisung continued to say soft praises into your ear as he rode out both of your highs, his thrusts turning shallow and sloppy. You moved your head, eyes opening, so that you could see the expression on his face- the tips of his ears were bright red, dark pupils were blown wide, a thin sheen of sweat coated his forehead, and his lips were pink and kiss-swollen. 

 “You’re so pretty, babe…” You surprised yourself by actually voicing your innermost thoughts. You had told him such a thing in the past, and almost always, he always batted it away. You reached up to tuck a stray piece of his messy hair behind one of his ears. 

 “You’re even prettier,” his tone was raspy from all of the groans that had fallen from his lips. He pulled out slowly then, and a small cry left you at the sudden absence of him. If you could, you’d love to live the rest of your days out with his cock buried inside of you. But alas, your dreams never seemed to come true. “Always look so celestial- like a little pixie faerie, whenever I fuck you…” Jisung flashed you an effortless grin, pecking one of your reddened cheeks, before stepping off of the bed and flitting over to the nearby bathroom to grab a towel for cleanup. 

 When he came back, the fuzziness around the corners of your mind was finally gone, and you were able to get somewhat of a grasp on your surroundings. On the way that he leaned down into you, so very close, to wipe a damp cloth against your sticky thighs. 

 “Love you.” You said at that moment. Silence had enveloped the room, as he made quick work of cleaning the two of you up. But your words seemed to crack open a little warmth into the sex-filled air. 

 Jisung’s head turned up and his gaze found yours, his sparkly, doe-like eyes widened slightly in surprise. A smile that mirrored yours just then cracked on his lips, and he was soon trekking over to you, where you were still sprawled out atop the bed's rumpled sheets. 

 “And I love you, too.” The last thing you saw before he took your face into either of his hands was his grin, and how it looked maniac-like. The last thing you saw was the look of pure adoration and love shining across his face, as he pulled you close to him and kissed you sweetly. 

 Because even though things hadn’t been that great between you for the past few months, 

 And even though he had been absent for a long time, 

 And even though your guys’ sex life had gone down the proverbial drain, 

 Things had somehow turned around. 

 He had turned things around. 

 With the beautifully-planned dinner, the delicious food, the tender words, the sweet kisses, and the much-needed lovemaking. 

 So things could only go up from here… 

 As long as you two guys had each other, 

 And as long as you kept fighting for what mattered- 

 For the relationship- 

 For each other- 

 Things would somehow work themselves out, eventually. 

Fin. 

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[1ubbb]

changbin one shot

pervy roommate Changbin! x Y/N

smut!!

You were shaking, 2 hours have passed already, constantly working out trying to clear your mind of those dirty thoughts about your roommate.

For context, last week your heard him masturbate very very loudly late at night and it didn't help that you're already so down bad for him. You couldn't keep his sweet whimpers and moans out of your head, since that night you've spent everyday killing yourself at the gym, trying to forget about your sexual —and romantic— frustration refusing to do something about it.

Being so close to passing out you decided it's time to go home, take a nice shower, have dinner and go to sleep, Changbin had texted you earlier saying he wasn't gonna come back home till tomorrow morning, he was drowning in work apparently, so you would have the apartment all for yourself, it's been so long since that happened.

The way to your house was pretty short, considering you were at your building's gym you would arrive to your awaited shower in less than five minutes; and as expected, you did, immediately getting rid of your clothes once you made sure the door was closed, heading straight to the bathroom, almost foaming at the mouth thinking about how perfect tonight is going to be.

Once the water ran through your body and could feel it relaxing, you couldn't help but notice how needy you actually were feeling, nips perfectly pointy and erect, and don't get me started on the pool between your legs.

Since the person responsible for your current state wasn't home you decided to take hands on the matter, literally. First, you inserted your middle finger and already felt so much relief you couldn't help but scream in satisfaction, after a few thrusts you added another finger, feeling so much better how wet and tight your pussy was, expecting Changbin's dick instead of your short, slim fingers, i mean it did the job but you still couldn't stop thinking about Changbin, imagining how his cock looked, surely it had to be as beautiful as the rest of him.

Unconsciously you supported your chest on the wall and grabbed your hair, thinking it was Changbin treating you rough and fucking you against the shower wall, your fingers started to move faster, making it impossible to hold on the pornographic noises you were making, you actually were so into it you didn't realised you screamed Changbin's name until the curtain was aggressively open, making you scared since you were supposed to be alone, turns out your hot-as-fuck roommate decided to stay home and didn't notify the changes to you, how wonderful!

Changbin had not planned this, it turned out so much better than what he had in mind, lying to you about leaving you home alone, free to do whatever you wanted, walk around however you wanted, he would be able to see it all, having previously installed cameras all around the house, including your bedroom. However he never thought you would be screaming his name so desperately from the bathroom, not even ten minutes after you had come back home. Hearing your first scream he was worried, his mind going to the worst scenario thinking you could have injured yourself, but after reaching the bathroom door and listening to your pleads and moans made his mind wonder somewhere else, already picturing you pleasing yourself. After he heard you calling his name he swore he was going crazy, his obsession getting the best of him, but as you now screamed his name, followed by a 'fuck me, please, daddy' he decided his time to enter the scene was right now.

Changbin carefully opened the door, getting to hear you much better, his cock twitching inside his pants, begging for someone to take care of it. Being so desperate for your touch, Changbin aggressively opened the shower curtain, getting to see you stuffing your pussy with your fingers and grabbing your hair so tightly, trying to keep up with the amount of pleasure you were receiving.

The sight in front of him broke him and, when you turned around, surprised to see him, he was already aligning his cock at your entrance, reaching one of his hands to your front, getting to grab your breast and toying with it, getting more moans out of your mouth in result and a tiny and broken "Changbin, please".

Being the generous person he is, he complied and entered you with his long and girthy cock, making you roll your eyes and scream in pleasure once again, seeing you didn't need time to adjust to his length he started thrusting into you at a relentless pace, making your legs go numb and your mind go dumb.

The hand that was playing with your chest got up to your neck, his experienced hands chocking you, making you gasp in surprise and moan his name, clenching hard around him. Pleased with your reaction Changbin chuckled "Look at you, who would've imagined you were such a slut? Already cockdrunk, all you can say is my name"

His words made you arch your back even more, allowing Changbin to hit your g-spot and getting you so close to your climax "Changbin please, im close" "Huh? Who allowed you to cum yet? Wait for me" Your head being lost in space didn't register his words, your walls clenching much harder on his dick, eliciting the most beautiful moans out of his mouth.

"Ah-h Y/N, im close" his hand then reached for your clit, making you cream his cock and Changbin emptying himself inside you immediately, still thrusting you, helping both ride your highs.

Once he pulled out he made you turn around and kissed you passionately, claiming you "You will never understand how much I love you Y/N" "I love you so much more Changbin" "Mhmm, really? How can you prove it?" His words made you get on your tippy toes to reach his lips easily, giving him a very sloppy kiss, making you moan in his mouth, i swear he was hard all over again.

That night he fucked you everywhere, in the kitchen, in your room, in his room, in the hallway, in the sofa, he even fucked you against the entrance door, making your neighbors hear your loud moans. They would for sure be complaining tomorrow.

#stray kids #changbin #skz #changbin smut #skz one shot

[run2yew]

Glass.

Pairing: Seo Changbin/Female reader

Genre: romance, suggestive, smut, friends to lovers, college au

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: swearing, making out, fingering, dom Changbin, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism, sexual tension

Summary: Changbin isn't lying, Chan had the tendency to treat you like anything and anyone could break you, as if you're made of glass.

•

"You can't be serious." You whine, throwing your books to the table, unable to accept your soon-to-be faith.

It's a typical afternoon, and you and your three roommates—your closest friends—sat at your usual table in your favorite restaurant off campus.

You met up to get lunch together every wednesday, like a small little ritual to catch up, when you didn't have classes that clashed- even though you lived together.

The main goal was always to be with each other, of course. But you couldn't help but get a little carried away by your daily shenanigans, so it would always end up with the four of you chatting, maybe gossiping a bit, about anything and everything.

However, today you used this time for something a bit different.

A house meeting.

"I'm sorry, but we need this. I can take one cockroach, but two? Unbearable!  What if it spreads?" Sumin argues, taking a bite of her food.

"I'm pretty sure that was the same cockroach, just in a different spot." Shuhua says, leaning into your ear, so you're the only one that can hear it."

You snort, swatting at her arm playfully, turning to face Sumin again when you feel her annoyed gaze on you.

Denying Sumin's request to fumigate the whole place due to a single cockroach was, the most logical response.

But It'll be only a day, you tell yourself; she took the responsibility to pay for it too. And honestly, that would probably help your apartment overall.

Sighing, you comply. "Okay, but it still isn't fair to me; you all have somewhere to go. Where am I going?" You pout, fidgeting with your cup in dejection.

Most times, you didn't mind being single, you could even say you enjoyed it a lot since your last relationship wasn't the best.

But these little moments, where you knew all of your friends would be at their boyfriends and girlfriends houses, did tug on your heartstrings a little, and not in a good way.

"You can stay with me if you want."  Ryujin suggests, finally looking up from her phone to take another bite.

"And risk hearing you and Soojin in the middle of the night again?" You shake your head"No, thank you." 

That day was traumatizing.

And not in a bad way.

No further explanations are needed.

She parts her lips for a split second before closing them again, like she's pondering what to say, before shrugging in defeat. "Well, I tried."

"You can always talk to your 'Channie'." Sumin teases, but her smile remains sympathetic. "You have two days to decide, they're coming on friday."

"Fine." 

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"Of course you can stay with us." Chan responds, and he seems nearly offended at the fact that you thought you couldn't.

You've known Chan for a long time—since high school, to be exact. You got paired up for a group project once, and the rest was history. You were practically inseparable all through high school.

When you got into the same college, the two of you basically morphed friend groups and started hanging out with the same people. It happened naturally. Chan moved in with a few guys from his major right away, and you lived at the dorms for a year or two before moving in with the girls. After a few months, everyone was coming together, and you and Chan would always take pride in finding such good people to be around—well, you would, that man is just too humble for that.

So logically, he was the first person in mind when this whole "let's fumigate our entire place because of one cockroach" thing began, but you still had your doubts, he lived with three people after all.

"Are you sure?" "It won't be weird?" You had to ask, no matter how close you are to him and the guys; it still felt invasive.

He tsks, throwing a hand over your shoulder, squeezing lightly, "No! Plus, most of the kids don't sleep there on fridays anyway; you might have the luck to have the house all to yourself."

You smile at the word "kids." Cute.  Typical dad, Chan.

"And they're cool with that?" You insist, trying to wrap your head around your own idea.

He rolls his eyes, delivering a pat on the side of the shoulder he's still holding. "Please, we've been friends forever, you know better than this."

"I just don't want to bother, but my house is too far and I-" 

"Mate,"  He grabs both of your shoulders now, forcing you to look at him. He smiles and it immediately feels comforting, little dimples peeking adorably. "Don't overthink this, there's no need to, yeah?"

"Thank you." You pull him into a hug. 

Chan never failed to know what you were feeling; he understood your tendency to overthink even the smallest things and always made you feel like you didn't have to. "I love you."

"Ayyy, I love you too, mate." He pats your head, and you can feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles. "What's our next class?"

"Statics."   You groan.

"Kill me, kill me now." Do it." 

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Friday came along rather quickly, and you didn't think your day would be as full as it actually was.

You got to shower at home after the gym in the morning, which was a relief, but you had to leave at 9 a.m. right after it. It didn't matter because your day was packed with stuff, you had a few extra classes that extended all the way through the evening, and you barely had time to have lunch—you did though, Felix forced you.

You left the campus around six, and once you got to the guys' apartment, panting, you have to take a moment or two to breathe.

"Fucking Google Maps decided to lie about this being a fifteen-minute walk." You mumble to yourself, holding your knees for support. 

You've never actually walked all the way to the guys apartment, Chan would drive you everytime.

But it took you nearly thirty-five minutes to get there, with a huge backpack full of your things.

Gathering some courage to knock on the door is the next thing on your list, and you hate how nervous you are. You've known these people for three years now; you've spent the night over at this place a few times too. Why is it so hard to just be cool with it?

Maybe it's the text that Chan sent you this morning.

chris 🐺: don't think I'll see you today, im sorryyyyy

you: why? something up??

chris 🐺: yeah, I have this track to work on and i think its gonna take all night, for monday but i wanna finish as soon as possible

you: :(((

you: but that's okay!! I'll be fine don't worry, I'm just gonna miss you

chris 🐺: why cant you be this cute when we're around other people?

chris 🐺: ill be home for breakfast tho

you: okay, don't forget to have dinner <3

chris 🐺: dont do anything I wouldn't!

For some reason, that conversation has been lingering in your mind. You've never spent the night without Chan, and you do trust the guys, a lot actually but you don't trust...

Yourself.

Especially if Hyujin and Jisung are not around.

You feel a wave of courage build up and knock, bouncing on your feet in anticipation.

You'll be fine, as long as it's not just you and-

Changbin opens the door abruptly, beaming at you in his usual sweatpants and hoodie combo, his black hair falling on his face slightly.

Shit.

"Hey, come in!" He says and you walk inside, closing the door before you and grabbing the bag from your hand almost instantly.

"I'll put this in Chan's room, looks heavy." He rushes before you can thank him, and you exhale sharply, only then realizing you've been holding your breath.

You take a second to look around, and it doesn't take long for you to figure out that he's the only one in the house. It's weirdly quiet; you haven't heard any screaming to open the door, let alone loud music coming from any room.

"The guys are out, as you can see." Changbin points, pulling you away from your thoughts. "I texted Chan about it a few hours ago, but I think he forgot to tell you, sorry." He adds, shoving his hands inside his pockets and taking a step closer to where you were standing.

"Out as in..."

"As in, probably not coming back today." He pinches his tone teasingly, and you chuckle. "Chan's spending the night at the studio with Jisung working on a track, and Sanha dragged Hyujin to a party that apparently goes all the way to the morning."

So it's just you and Changbin.

Alone.

"Oh..."  You trail off, uncertain of what to say next.

Changbin blinks at you as if he's trying to read your expression, his eyes searching as he brings himself to speak again. "If you're not comfortable, I can go to the studio and finish up my work there,"

"No, no!." You rush to cut him off, afraid you might make him feel like he's making you uncomfortable. "This is your house. "I'm good. Don't worry." 

But it's hard not to feel touched by his proposition, really. Changbin stood there with a reassuring smile, offering to leave his own home to study on a studio couch, with a bunch of work to do.

It's oddly sweet.

And it's even harder not to stare at him for too long.

"Okay." He finishes, making his way to the couch and reuniting his papers and laptop, throwing his legs over the coffee table. "Make yourself at home; you know where everything is." 

You smile back at him, confused about what to do next. Until the knowing and painful feeling of duty washes over you.

You had to write a fucking essay.

"Shit."  You mumble, closing your eyes in disapproval.

"You good?."

"Yeah, just this essay I forgot I had to do." You answer.

"Hey, the sooner you do it, the sooner you finish, hm?" He points, giving you an empathetic smile. At least he could relate to you.

"Yeah, I'll take a shower and get it over with."

"Be my guest."

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You come back from the shower feeling refreshed, especially after all the walking you did.

Chan's room looked the same as always, except a tiny bit tidier.  He left a note on his bedside table, pointing out where things you might need were and the places you could put your stuff. Sweet, you think. He could've just texted you, but oh no, that's not Chan, you know Chan. He enjoys going the extra mile for the people he cares for.

You decided to put on something more comfortable since you'd be working on your essay for a few hours. Settling for a white tank top and some sweatpants, you take your stuff and make your way back to the living room.

Changbin's still seated in that same spot, attentively looking at his laptop screen, headphones over his ears, brows furrowed in thought, mumbling things you can't quite figure out.

Thankfully, he doesn't succeed in noticing your staring. But he notices your presence when you sit by his side, open your own laptop, and prop it on the coffee table.

"What a great way to spend your Friday night, huh?" He ironically asks, pulling down his headphones.

"I know, so exciting." You joke, bringing out your notepad with the class notes you took.

"Anyways, good luck with that." 

"Thanks Bin. You too."

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One hour passes.

And you're halfway through your essay when Changbin shifts by your side, bringing out his arms to stretch his limbs.

"You want some water?" You ask, already thinking about getting up, legs on the verge of falling asleep.

"That'd be nice, thanks." He says, releasing a sharp breath. He sounds tired. And of course he is; he's been studying since you got here an hour ago.

Pushing yourself up from your very comfortable position on the couch, you head to the kitchen, taking two water bottles with you.

Except some apples call your attention when you turn around, and you're starting to crave a snack to accompany you throughout your torture.

"Want an apple?" You ask, voice raising so Changbin could hear you all the way through the kitchen.

"Sounds good!." 

"See?  Everything's cool. You got this" you say to yourself.

The truth is, you may or may not have had a crush on Changbin when you first met him.

He was the first one to call your attention out of all of Chan's friends once he moved. He seemed so attentive and caring, and he was really funny too. Not that any of that has changed; of course, he is still the same, if not hotter. But you learned to keep those teeny feelings on the down low; you didn't want to make things awkward between you and him, especially when you're in the same friend groups.

And you did well for the most part. The first few months of freshman year were definitely the hardest, even though you've never let the feelings grow past a crush. You were always so aware of his presence, of the way he looked, and of the way he spoke. He never made it easier on you either, with that pretty smile and soft-looking eyes.

Then he got a girlfriend, and that's when you burried your feelings to the ground. And even after they broke up, you just didn't feel things with the same intensity; you were completely over the crush.

Except when he smiled at you a little too brightly, or when he called you to workout with him and Chan and helped you with your sections, or when you two were hanging out with everybody and he'd look directly at you when saying something. And today, when he opened the door, and you're sure you're not crazy, you're sure his smile grew even wider when he saw it was you.

Yeah, maybe you weren't totally over it.

But it didn't matter.

Shaking your thoughts, you go back to the living room, and once you're back, you're met with a quite different sight. One that makes you trip on your own feet, almost dropping everything in your hands in the process.

Changbin. In a tight, plain white t-shirt that was clearly too short for him. His hoodie, long forgotten, was tossed to the side of the couch, he probably felt hot while you were in the kitchen.

It's enough to make your legs shake.

You're able to balance yourself back without actually dropping everything, but still, Changbin rushes to help, taking the plate with the apples and the knives from your hands.

"You okay there, champ?" And my God, his tone was teasing, a bit condescending, but no matter what, he was always attentive and careful. 

"Yeah, sorry."  You force a chuckle and say, "I got distracted for a second."

"I could tell." 

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Now that it's been three hours and you're finally done, your neck hurts, your head feels a bit heavy, and your limbs are begging to feel numb.

You sigh deeply, placing your computer on the coffee table, and stretching as much as you can.

In the process, you catch a glimpse of Changbin's eyes on you through your perimetral vision, and without thinking, you turn to meet them. He smiles sheepishly, shifting his attention to his own work, like he's been caught.

You don't fail to notice the way his eyes are a bit heavy; he's probably even more exhausted now, after this whole time.

"Changbin?."  You ask, scooting closer to him on the couch, feeling much more comfortable with his presence now than you did several hours ago.

He doesn't respond, and you assume he didn't hear, so you carefully pull down his headphones, making him jolt in surprise, his eyes going wide.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Are you hungry?" Because you were, you're positive that this essay sucked every bit of life and energy out of you.

His lips curl up immediately as his gaze softens; he closes his laptop and nods, meeting your eyes. "Starving."

You laugh, nodding your head as you get up. He follows shortly after.

"I think there's kimchi in the fridge. I'll make some rice and you cut up some vegetables?" He's asking, of course, there's definitely an audible question mark to it. But something about his tone doesn't fail to make it sound a bit demanding, like a soft order.

"Sure."  You agree, washing your hands and searching for the cutting board.

You already know where most of the things are; you've been here a million times, so overall, it's very intuitive to you to figure things out. Regardless, you find it endearing when Changbin takes everything you'll need and places it on the kitchen counter for you.

You thank him and begin to carefully cut the vegetables.

Changbin is right in front of you, at the kitchen sink, grabbing some rice to put on the rice cooker.

You begin taking his presence in, traveling your eyes through his figure. He's one hell of an attractive guy, and the secret fixation you have on his arms is only growing stronger with that white t-shirt - that was was a little too small for him - hugging his biceps so heavenly. His sweatpants, contrary to your own, were criminally low-waisted, leaving a small gap between them and his shirt, exposing a bit of skin right on his v cut. 

Oh my God.

Maybe you should chill; this is starting to get to you.

Changbin turns abruptly around, probably wondering why the cutting sound stopped and you panicked, trying not to make it obvious you were ogling him. It feels like he knows, like he's felt your gaze on him all this time. The corners of his mouth go up contradictorily, like he's holding down a smirk.

"Something wrong?."  He asks.

You're screwed.  Changbin saw you checking him out, and you're screwed, because how are you going to come up with an explanation-

Oh no.

He's crossing his arms.

Changbin is crossing his fucking monster arms in front of you.

You want him to headlock you.

He tilts his head, signing for you to talk, to give him an answer, but you can't form a cohesive phrase.

Say something, anything, your brain urges you. Just don't admit you were watching his gorgeous figure and pretty face.

Come up with something, just...

"...We're matching."  You begin, and the embarrassment washes you straight away. Seriously?  That's the best you could come up with? Out of any excuse?

"Like, our outfits and stuff. I just realized it." You completed it; it should make it better.

At least you made a valid point; you were matching. Even though you had on a very simple look, it caught your attention after you said it. same color of sweatpants, and your white tank and his white t-shirt went perfectly together.

"Oh, yeah,"  He looks down at what he's wearing, pulling on the ends of his shirt, before looking back at you with that fucking gorgeous smile and saying, "Guess we are."

"Or maybe this is just the swamped college student's go-to outfit." Well, if you couldn't convince him, you could at least humor him.

Thankfully, Changbin lets out a loud laugh, and you don't miss the way your stomach turns at the sound. "That's a possibility, yes." He nods.

"You wore it better though." He simply adds, voice suddenly going lower, before turning back to the sink to wash his hands.

His tone echoes in your head. Is he...

You blink "Thanks." 

Is that ...flirting?.

Nope. You're probably just projecting.

You decide to focus your attention on the cutting board Infront of you instead, picking up your knife.

Gladly, you're done with everything pretty soon. "I'm all set here." 

"Cool, let's cook them while we wait for the rice." "You want some fried eggs too?"

You nod, going over to the sink to fill a pot with water.

"Changbin?"  You ask, watching him pour the vegetables on the pot and turn on the fire.

"Mhm?"  He hums.

"Sorry if this is an invasive question. But why aren't you majoring in music production too?"

"Not invasive at all." He leans on the kitchen counter, facing you. "Elaborate."

"Like, yeah, I know you like health and physical stuff, and etcetera. But I've seen you at the studio before, and you're so in your element. When you talked about Jisung and Chan today, it made me wonder, why you aren't there with them."

He breathes out, looking down at his feet. "It's a boring, logical explanation honestly,"He begins, "My parents, though supportive, didn't think it'd be the best for me to go full time into the producing thing, and let's just say they're pretty good at convincing." The hint of humor in his voice at the end of his sentence has you chuckling lightly, contrasting with the seriousness of his words.

"I picked a major I was interested in; I figured being a gym instructor would be fun, or maybe a P.E. teacher, something a bit more stable, that would get them off me for a while."

"So you just met Chan and Ji randomly around campus?" You ask, leaning closer to him as your interest grows. You've never had this type of conversation with him, it was intriguing.

"Not really. I considered double majoring, but classes were already kicking my ass at the time. So I went with the next best thing, taking a few classes here and there to keep me entertained and learning. That's when I met them, at one of those classes. Now I help Chan and Jisung whenever they need it, do some featuring if they beg me hard enough, and work on my own tracks from time to time."

You nod, slowly taking in the information that was delivered to you. "That's smart. You're smart."

Hearing this from him felt nice; it was a question that had stayed on your mind for a bit now, and you're glad he was honest. You enjoyed hearing him talk.

Changbin chuckles, patting the top of your head - like he knows you hate it - but the small contact still gets a fuzzy reaction out of you

"It took me a long time to figure it out though, don't flatter me." 

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The rice is finally ready when you're done with your conversation, and the two of you go back to preparing the food.

Eventually, you're both sitting at the kitchen counter as you stuff your face with that glorious kimchi; the fact that you were starving may have helped a bit too. And once you're done, you offer Changbin the option of resting for some extra minutes before diving back into his work.

He doesn't think twice before accepting the offer as you two move to the couch to chat away about everything and anything. Some cookies Felix baked the night before are now sitting in front of the two of you as you talk.

"Okay. First impressions. Total honesty. Go."  You shoot, sipping on your soda.

"Okay." Changbin blinks, his lips parting just a little before closing again, like he's carefully thinking about the next thing to say. "When Chan got here with you the day he moved, I thought you were his girlfriend or something." "I got a little hurt with the fact he never told me anything about it."

You let out a chuckle, scrunching your nose and shaking your head in refutation.

It's not like you and Chan haven't been mistaken for a couple before; it has happened. But the actual thought of it being real seemed so distant to the two of you. You were simply too close for that.

Changbin shrugs in an almost apologetic way before continuing. "Then he told me you guys weren't dating, and I..."

He pauses, looking directly into your eyes and licking his lips.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.

"You want total honesty?" He hesitantly asks.

You tilt your head, confused as to why he'd need to check again, and nod. "Yeah, gimme. I can handle the truth."

"I was happy you weren't his girlfriend." "I found you hot."

Shit.

You're halfway through a sip when he confesses, and you nearly spit out your drink, coughing furiously, your eyes shutting forcefully.

Seo Changbin, found you hot.

"Me?." 

"Yeah," he confirms, as if it's totally obvious. "It's not like you don't know you're attractive; come on now." 

"Well...,true."  And now is his time to chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes. "I just didn't know you found me attractive, especially back then."

He shrugs again and then taps your thigh with his index finger, breaking the invisible barrier between your bodies.  It's enough to make your stomach twitch again, a familiar feeling filling you. 

"I did. But Chan was so overly protective of you at the time, I mean, not the he isn't like that usually, but still."

He isn't lying, Chan had the tendency to treat you like anything and anyone could break you, as if you're made of glass. And at the time, you were the only reminiscent of home he had, so it got stronger.

"He scared the living shit out of us too, talking about you 'being off limits'". You both laugh when he mimicks Chan's typical dad voice, the one you all knew so well.

"Anyways, your turn."  He encourages.

"So, like, total honesty?"

He nods.

"When I stepped my foot in this house, I didn't know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't all of... this." You wave your arms around vaguely, gesturing wildly.

"What?."

"Chan told me, "I'm moving out with a few new friends," and I was like, "Cool, I'll help you move." But of course he forgot to send me the memo that his roommates were, like, insanely hot. "I would've put on some gloss at least." 

He snorts, and you feel kind of proud of how many laughs you've gotten out of him this whole night.

"So I have to admit my first impression of you was kind of vague; my head couldn't shake out the "Oh my God, he's so good looking." So I didn't have much to think about until the second time we saw each other.

You're just blabbing at this point, your brain is focused solidly on the fact that Seo Changbin thinks you are hot.

"And how was that?" Changbin speaks again, but his voice doesn't hint at an ounce of curiosity; instead, it's a bit challenging. 

"Different.  I wasn't expecting you to be that polite, let alone that shy. It was cute. So I guess that was my first impression: cute."

And so hot you wanted to jump him right there and then, but you can't add that.

"I don't think that's the best first impression to have." 

"Hey, we're here now, so you can say it worked." You nudge his shoulder, unable to hide your smile.

"It could've worked better."

"Really?  How so?."

Changbin doesn't answer. Instead, he delivers another tap on your knee, and you shiver, biting on your bottom lip, staring directly at him.

"Don't look at me like that." His voice is low, raspy even—a contrast from how sweet he sounded a few minutes ago.

"Like what?." 

Silence falls between the two of you as you lean in to get a better look at his face. Changbin doesn't look away from you either, not even for a split second, and you tilt your head, licking your lips when his gaze falls on them.

"You don't know what you're doing right now..." He trails off, a glint in his eyes when they land on yours, and you can see the way they darkened, gaze dragging through you.

Unbelievable.

Changbin wants you too.

In order to test your theory, you allow yourself to get just a bit closer to him, and his hand opens on your knee, squeezing it gently. "Maybe I do know what I'm doing." You whisper.

"Fuck, Chan's going to kill me for this." It's all Changbin says before pulling you into a kiss.

The kiss is passionate, really passionate. Changbin chases your lips like he's always wanted you, and you gasp, your body still afraid to give in to the fact that Changbin is kissing you, really kissing you.

You push the doubts away, tired of overthinking so much, giving in to the want and need you had of him. It's the best decision you could've ever made.

His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his warm embrace, and you nearly whimper just at the feeling of his body against yours. He nips your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up, and you needily comply with his request, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth and holding back the urge to moan against his lips.

You allow your hands to trace up his chest, feeling and moving them all the way to his biceps. He moves to your neck, and it's embarrassing the way you're already panting, struggling to keep your breath steady as he moves down to place open mouth kisses on your chest, but the effect he has on you is so obvious.

"You're so hot, holy fuck." He whispers against your skin, tightly gripping your waist. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Really?." You ask shakily.

He begins trailing hot kisses on your neck, and you whimper at the sensation. He suckers and bites your sweet spot, and you throw your head back, allowing him to work properly. Nodding, he answers, "Chan used to hunt me for it; he didn't want me to make a move on you if I wasn't sure...

"And now you're sure?" You want to keep pestering him about it, to ask more; you're so curious to know every single thing he wanted to do to you, all the things he thought to himself.

Instinctively, you run your fingers through his hair and give it an experimental tug—a little harsher than you usually do, to be honest—because you can't think straight anymore.

He lets out a low groan and pulls away, staring at you with so much lust that you feel like you're ready to combust. "I'm more than sure."

Changbin pulls away from you for a split second, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, until you catch him shamelessly gazing at your chest.

"Like what you see?" You cross your arms, bouncing on the couch just to tease.

"So much..."  He unwraps your hands and brushes his thumb against your hardened nipple, and it's pathetic how your whole body jerks just from that simple touch. 

"You act all big but can't take a tiny touch from me, huh?" He adds, carefully taking your top off and exposing your bare chest.

You wait for Changbin to do something, but he doesn't. His wide, lustful eyes travel over your body at a painfully slow speed.

"Never seen a pair of these in your life?" You joke, and he rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

"Let me enjoy this moment, will ya?"

"You can enjoy it better with your mouth on me."

"You're so perfect." Changbin dives into your boobs like he's a starved man, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud in such a skilled manner that you wonder how good he must be in between your legs. You're biting on your bottom lip so hard that it feels like it'll draw blood.

"Don't hold back." "We're alone, and I want to hear you." He sinks his teeth into your nipple, playful, and you whimper at the sensation. 

His left hand is now resting on your thigh, and you moan when his fingers slowly move upward, so close to where you need them.

And you need him badly.

You pull him into yet another searing kiss, the feeling of his mouth doing wonders on yours making you dizzy; you're moaning against his lips within seconds, and his hand is now on your inner thigh, just a few inches from your core.

Your breath catches when he sinks his fingers into the flesh; eyes forced shut, you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

"Bin," you plead.

"Mhmm?  " "Where's all that attitude now?"

"I...just..."  It's like your brain is shortcutting, all you can focus on is how his thumb is drawing patterns on your inner thigh.

"You have to tell me if you really want this. I need you to be sure." He says, in between pecks on your jawline, squeezing your inner thigh.

You're so drowned in lust you can't seem to find a way to answer him.

"Come on, I know Chan babies you, but you're a big girl."You can talk."

Him mentioning your best friend in such a sinful moment shouldn't have this much effect on you, but it only makes you grow wetter. The thought of not being seen as Chan's innocent best friend anymore... sets something inside of you.

"Fingers. Please, I need them; I need you." You squirm, and he chuckles darkly, pressing his middle finger against your clothed middle.

"But first..."  You trail off, tugging at his shirt. "I want this off."

"As you wish." He says this before quickly pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side, turning back to meet your eyes that are now far away from his own.

Now that you understand exactly what he was feeling, you want to take a picture of it and save it for later.

Changbin's big, and you know this; you've always noticed how broad he is when he decided to follow in Chan's footsteps and wear those slutty little shirts, but this, this was so different. The man is so damn built and so insanely broad. Your hands eagerly traced around his large arms, going all the way to his wide, really wide shoulders, and you could almost draw at the sight of him.

When you shift back to meet his eyes, he's looking at you with his eyebrows raised and that fucking knowing smirk decorating his face. 

He's so smug. He knows he's hot.

"Fuck, Changbin, you're the hottest person I've ever laid eyes on." You don't know why, but you're breathless. The feeling of wanting him for so long and finally having him fills you completely.

He doesn't answer; instead, he chuckles darkly, pulling you by your waist. You gasp when, with one quick motion, he succeeds at pulling down your sweatpants and your pants. at the same time.

This man needs to stop, or you're going to go cum untouched.

Changbin begins rubbing circles into you, and it doesn't take long for you to buckle, holding onto his arms for support, fingers digging into the skin. 

He clicks his tongue, his face is inches away from yours. "Found it." 

"Shut u-"  He cuts you off by pushing a finger into you. He grabs your nipples in between his fingers with his free hand and pinches it, earning a rather loud whimper from you. 

"So sensitive." He mumbles, a bud still in his mouth, licking a long stripe that has you arching your back. When he pushes a second finger, you're already feeling overwhelmed, his scent and the growing knot on your belly being the only things on your mind.

You catch his mouth, leaning into his touch, wanting to feel him in every way you possibly can now. The third kiss you share is messy, just how you like it: tongues clashing, drool spilling from your mouth when you pull away gasping for air.

"Messy." He points, lips red and swollen; his thumb brushes against your clit again and you moan. "So dirty too, you don't even care if someone hears you, do you?"

You shake your head, unable to bring yourself to speak, holding back the urge to grind down on his fingers.

"What if Chan walked in?" "And saw his little innocent best friend moaning my name so sinfully, going dumb just from my fingers."

The picture fills your head: Chan opening the door suddenly and catching you all open and wide while crying out his other best friend's name.

It's wrong. Chan's been your best friend of years.

It shouldn't turn you on.

It really shouldn't.

But it does.

And you clench, whimpering from embarrassment, when Changbin raises an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, you like that?" He scuffs, quickening the pace of his fingers. "You like the thought of being caught?" No, you like the thought of being caught by him? "You want Chan to see how much of a mess you are for me?"

No, no, you can't admit that to him, you can't -

"Answer me, you can take it. You're a big girl, you're not made of glass". He takes this opportunity to curl his fingers, hitting just the right spot.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." "Yes, yes, yes, I do, just... please, please." You don't even have time to warn him before you're cumming, and you're left shaking, panting, and reaching for his body to ground you in every way you possibly can.

"Holy shit."  You murmur, speechless.

He snorts, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. He's about to wipe them on his shirt, but you stop him, grabbing him by the wrist and bringing his hand closer to your face. You don't know what's gotten into you when you push his fingers inside your mouth and lick them clean, but it's not like you've never tasted yourself before; plus, the look on his face and the low grunt he lets out...priceless.

"Bed?."  You ask mid-sucking, eyes pierced on his.

"Have I told you you're perfect today?"

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You wake up with an uncomfortable light coming from the blinders, hitting your eyes. Whining, you try to shift on the bed, only to be met with Changbin's strong arms holding you close and still next to him. Smiling at the sight, you let yourself enjoy this moment just a bit longer. Even when the soreness from the night before and the fact that you actually slept with Changbin hits you, you push the doubts away.

Those lovely seconds are rapidly disturbed by a sound on the kitchen, though, and you panic. You give Changbin a pat on the back in an attempt to wake him up.

"Bin?."  You call.

Rolling your eyes, you try to break out of his embrace, failing miserably when his grip tightens.

"Binnie, wake up!" you try again, louder this time. He shifts, and you think he's finally awake, his eyes fluttering open lightly to meet your own.

"It's too early to wake up." Changbin whines, somehow moving even closer to you, taking your left leg and placing it on top of his. "And you need rest if you don't want to be tired for our first date later."

You tense when the word "date" hits your ears, and you must've given a hint of that tension because Changbin lets out a small chuckle, eyes fully opening.

He looks so beautiful and soft like this, with messy hair—that might've been your fault—droopy eyes blinking slowly at you, and the sweetest grin on his face. 

Even though all of that happened, the fact that Changbin is in front of you wants to amaze you, and hearing that he wants to go on a date with you? or even date you for real? Breathtaking.

"I think someone's here, Binnie." You mumble quietly, afraid that might affect this whole situation.

"And what's wrong with that?" He's now lazily playing with your hair, fingers caressing through the locs carefully.

"You're not... bothered by it?" They might come check on us."

"Not really, I'm quite happy actually." He shrugs.  "Unless you aren't, if so, we can-"

"No," you interrupt, struggling to meet his eyes. "I'm happy too." 

"Good."  He kisses your forehead and leans your head back to rest on his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast, and it's somehow reassuring, like it's saying, "I feel the same way about you." 

All you can feel is utter happiness to be in this moment with him.

Until your phone rings.

Changbin gives you a look that says "don't answer," but your gut tells you otherwise, your phone is within arm's reach anyway, so you don't have to move around much to grab it. 

Once you do, you catch the glimpse of Chan's name, apparently he called you and send a few texts. 

Now it's Changbin's turn to be tense.

Opening your chat, you're met with his messages.

chris 🐺: really?

chris 🐺: I leave you guys alone for ONE NIGHT and you have sex?

chris 🐺: not that I didn't saw it coming, you're terrible at hiding it, but you could've at least WARNED ME before 

you: how do you even know that????

chris 🐺: YOU'RE BACK 😭

chris 🐺: anyway, may or may not have walked into the two of you cuddling in your sleep

The sight could've been innocent honestly, if Changbin didn't sleep in his underwear and his hand wasn't placed on your ass throughout the entire night.

you: sorry, i was going to tell you this morning

chris 🐺: it's fine, im just sad that you're growing so fast 😭😭😭😭😭

you: christopher, quit acting like my dad!

chris 🐺: sorry 

chris 🐺: it was cute though, i sneaked a couple of pics, doesn't matter

you: YOU DID WHAT????

Changbin snorts, eyes fixed on your phone, following your texts

chris 🐺: love you

chris 🐺: im making pancakes, if our breakfast plans are still up.

you: yeah, be out in a sec, need to soothe Changbin. he's traumatized, afraid you'll kill him

chris 🐺: oh and I will.

chris 🐺: after we eat tho :)

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Panacea

Panacea - a solution for all problems

Pairing: Bang Chan (Skz) x Fem!Reader x Han Jisung (Skz) x Kim Seungmin (Skz); Genre: Fae AU, Romance, Smut, Angst; Rating: nsfw, MDNI, 18+; Warnings: Fae!Chan, Fae!Seungmin, Fae!Jisung, Human!Reader, being hunted/chased, usage of magic, supernatural powers, kissing, SMUT -> penetrative sex, unprotected sex, biting/marking, predator/prey dynamics, blood play, knife play, magic manipulation, magic play, masturbation, foursome, anal (f receiving), double penetration, manhandling, slight free use, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f receiving), slight overstimulation, suggestive flirting; Wordcount: 6.901

Collab: Thrill of the Hunt by @cultofdionysusnet (if you have time check out the others stories by all these fantastic writers)

Summary: As Chan teaches younger Fae the rules of The Hunt he had asked you to assist him. You willingly agreed but soon enough you questioned your choice as you got chased through the night by not one but two Fae.

A/N: This is the second entry for the collab! Due to some health issues (a.k.a my wrists were not functioning) it came out later than intended. Thanks to @sanjoongie for being so patient with me AND hyping me up as well as brainstorming when I got stuck! Also @potatomountain for some very intriguing ideas that got incorporated here as well! Also a slight warning: This might be intense for some.. so proceed with caution.

Gentle shaking pulled you out of your slumber. You blinked several times before your eyes finally focused on someone crouching right before your bed.

“Aren’t you adorable, babygirl”, Chan chuckled softly as he tilted his head and looked at you expectantly. He waited a moment longer for you to wake up completely.

“Is it time?” You asked and rubbed over your eyes with the palm of your hand. You sat up on your bed and swung your legs over the edge, stretching your stiff limbs.

Chan nodded, his expression turning serious all of a sudden. “Almost. Do you want me to run you through everything once more?”

You hummed quietly and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck - careful of his dark wings - and pressing yourself against his body for some comfort.

It was strange to think a Fae, who found you wandering through their realm after you got pulled through a portal, was the source of your comfort. Yet, you depended on Chan wholeheartedly - not even considering returning to your own world.

Chan chuckled again and wrapped his own, strong arms around your middle. He kissed your temple. “You’re way too good for me, babygirl.”

You shook your head and mumbled into his shoulder: “Am not.”

He pulled you closer against his body. “Oh, you are. You’re such a blessing. Especially for agreeing to help me teach these young Fae! I know I can trust you, so not having to resort to a human I don’t know is extremely helpful.” His hands wandered down your sides, caressing you ever so gently. “There’s just one downside to this.”

“There is?” You questioned him, a tinge of nervousness washing over your being.

“You won’t be with me all the time!”

You snorted and rubbed your face further into Chan’s body, trying to hide from his cheesy-ness. “But you’ll be with me all the time, won’t you?”

“Right. Okay, babygirl, let us go through this one last time. For my own sanity, yeah?” Chan gently pushed you away from his body, ignoring your soft whining. “Tell me what you’re supposed to do.”

You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, searching for your memories of what Chan had told you. “I’m supposed to leave the town the second I step out of the door.”

“And then what?”

“Hide and sneak around to make it as hard for your students as possible.”

Chan snickered and patted your head. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want them to have it easy. Jisung and Seungmin are both from different courts though. Do you remember what that means?”

You sighed and pursed your lips, looking at Chan with an expression that told him he didn’t need to act like you were a dumb little child. You knew that each of the three courts had different approaches when it came to humans and The Hunt.

While the court - Latha - where Chan came from saw humans somewhat as equals and treated them with respect, the other two courts didn’t have the same standards. 

A shiver ran down your back when your memories travelled to the rare occasions where you met full fledged Fae from other courts. If you added the horror stories that got murmured around in the dark, you truly got nervous about the whole ordeal again.

“Could you mark me again?” You asked and looked hopeful towards Chan, batting your eyelashes and jutting your lower lip out to make your request especially appealing to him.

Chan tilted his head and brushed some hair away from your face. “I just marked you a while ago. You can still see it.” He glanced down at your throat - a thumb brushing over the healing bite mark. “Even if it was healed, the other Fae would know you belong to me.”

“Please”, you begged him and pressed yourself closer against his body. “It gives me a sense of safety even when I can’t see you.”

He chuckled softly and nosed along your jawline, whispering sweet nothings against your skin while his hands travelled along your body. 

You shivered again - this time from the anticipation of pleasure. You tilted your head to the side, giving Chan better access to your throat. Your chest moved up and down from your trembling breaths and you barely kept your eyes open to watch him.

“Aren’t you the sweetest little human for me”, Chan mumbled and pushed you down on the mattress again, crawling right over you until his strong body captured you beneath him. His black, feathery wings added to the feeling of being caged in, some of the feathers brushing along your bare legs.

One of Chan’s hands wandered between your legs, grabbing the flesh there and pushing your thighs apart so he could slot himself between them. He rolled his hips into yours, grinning mischievously upon hearing your needy whimpers.

You didn’t need to beg much for him, sensing he was just as eager to be inside you as you. 

Chan pushed his own clothes away and ripped at the sheets that covered half of your form. With a hard thrust he pushed inside of you, keeping a relentless pace while he fucked you.

You weren’t even able to breathe properly, gasping for air like a fish out of water. All your senses got consumed by Chan’s dominating presence and you easily submitted to him, willingly doing anything he wished for. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous”, he grunted out while kissing along your neck. Chan littered your sensitive skin with licks and kisses, wanting to soothe it from the oncoming pain. 

“Please.”

Chan kissed your skin one last time before he opened his mouth, revealing his teeth. They were sharper than a normal human’s teeth. Though that didn’t make the bite less painful - just easier for him to bite through your skin.

You groaned through clenched jaws, trying to focus on the pleasure surging inside of your body that formed a knot in your lower stomach. The tingles spread further through every nerve until it consumed you completely. With an outcry you came. You barely registered how Chan helped you through your high and came soon after as well.

“As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you and cuddle you until you can’t stand my presence, we have to move.” He sighed deeply and pushed himself up. His wings ruffled nervously behind him while he helped you up too and walked you over to a small washing basin. 

Once you were cleaned up and ready to leave, you opened the door to Chan’s home. You stood on the threshold and looked outside, your heart clenching painfully at the thought of leaving your only source of comfort for who knows how long. 

Chan stepped behind you and wrapped his strong arms around your form, pulling you against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. “There won’t be a second where you’re alone out there. I’m with you for every step of this adventure.”

You relaxed slightly, new determination settling inside your mind. You turned around in his hold and brushed your fingertips over his face with the softest smile. “I trust you nothing bad will happen to me. I know you’ll step in.”

Chan nodded along. His eyes implored yours yet again, trying to find a hint of discomfort in them but as you were set on helping him, he found none. With yet another sigh Chan kissed you one last time before he let you go.

You straightened your shoulders and followed the path, which led you out of town. At the first cross section you decided to head towards the forests, hoping underneath its canopy you’d find more than enough hidden spots when you had to rest.

You jumped in surprise when a large raven cawed above your head. Its shadow rushed over your figure as it circled you several times. 

You bit on your lower lip, trying to suppress the grin spreading on your face. “So he’s already shadowing me”, you mumbled before you picked up your pace again. 

Soon enough you vanished between the trees, following the path deeper into the thick forest until the sunshine nearly vanished completely. You turned around your own axis, making sure you’ve gone far enough, before you left the road and carefully moved through the bushes.

You dug underneath low hanging branches and climbed over protruding roots. Every now and then you saw Chan’s raven flying from one tree to another, its dark gleaming eyes intently following your every move.

The first night came and went by with nothing happening. Just like several more nights. 

And it made you nervous.

You knew you were being hunted but so far you hadn’t noticed any sign of your pursuers. Except for Chan’s raven, who followed you everywhere.

On your fifth day of running and hiding you finally approached a clearing in the middle of the forest. Before you tried to stay away from them, fearing you’d be easily spotted from the air but you needed something that only grew there.

With careful steps you walked closer to the sunlit area. Your eyes darted around nervously and your ears were strained beyond comparison, just to make sure you’d hear even the smallest sound. You looked around over and over again, halting every three steps until you finally reached a patch full of clover.

You leaned down in slow motion, eyes still darting around the area. Only when your hands touched the soft ground did your focus shift on the clover beneath you. Hurriedly you brushed your fingers through them, searching for a four-leaved one. 

Unbeknownst to you, you already got watched - not just from Chan’s raven.

Seungmin sat on top of a large branch of an nearing tree, using his glamour to merge with his surroundings. He actually had no interest in The Hunt nor in humans in general. It annoyed him being forced to learn the ways of The Hunt and participate in a mock one. Yet when he observed you, his interest peaked.

You cheered quietly and held a four-leaved clover up in the air, squinting your eyes against the bright sky. You hoped one would be enough for the trick Chan told you about. Ever so quietly you mumbled your thanks, knowing how peculiar Fae were about nature and how you interacted with it. You lowered your arm again and stared at the clover in your hand for a second longer before you squashed it between your fingers.

Seungmin stiffened, his eyes narrowing as he watched you rub the green paste across your eyelids now.

You blinked several times, getting used to the feeling of the smashed clover on your eyelids. Slowly you turned your head and took your surroundings in once more. Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw the dryads - half tree, half Fae watching you with great interest. 

While they meant no harm for you, it still felt unsettling knowing you’ve been running around the forest for days without having seen them before just now.

A movement at the corner of your vision caught your attention and your head snapped into the direction, seeing a Fae standing atop a tree and staring at you with narrowed eyes.

You jumped up without looking away, fearing the second you’d lose eye contact you’d be captured in an instant. Only when you reached the edge of the forest again, you turned on your heels and rushed away. While it was wishful thinking the thick canopy would keep the Fae away, you still hoped it helped your case.

Seungmin silently watched you disappear between the trees. He pursed his lips in amusement, thinking The Hunt - even a mock one - might be more interesting than he thought.

You ran until you couldn’t anymore, crashing down on the forest ground. Your body heaved for oxygen, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Your ears rang loudly and your mind felt fuzzy from the sudden exercise. 

With your last strength you pulled your body to a protruding root, half crawling underneath it in hopes of staying hidden until you regained some of your strength again. You breathed deeply and closed your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched. You wanted to tell yourself it was only Chan’s raven that watched you but the second you used the paste you just knew you felt more than one pair of eyes on your form.

Once you opened your eyes again a lot of time must have passed. The sun wasn’t up anymore - the limited light within the forest was gone now that it seemed to be the middle of the night. Even though there should be moonlight, it wasn’t strong enough to shine through the thick canopy.

To your surprise though you noticed a bluish glow to your side. You pushed yourself up into a crouching position, slowly looking over the large root you hid behind.

Your mouth formed a natural o upon seeing the blue glowing orb floating in the middle of the forest. You looked around, trying to see anything in the dark despite the orb.

At the back of your mind you remembered Chan calling them Devas. At least you thought them to be that since Will O’Wisps usually appear around water and not in the middle of forests. Either way these ethereal beings guided humans through dangerous areas, aiding them in need.

You finally stood up completely. While you still looked around warily, something inside of you begged you to follow the orb, hoping they would guide you to Chan who you missed dearly.

Whenever you came closer to the Devas they disappeared into thin air, only to reappear a little further down - naturally guiding you through the dark forest.

Soon enough you heard the soft splashing of water ahead of you. Getting closer to what seemed to be another clearing with a small creek running through it, you slowed down again. The Devas danced around the clearing, beckoning you to step out as well.

Yet, you stayed behind a tree. You scanned the area slowly. If it had been Chan guiding you there, he wouldn’t have hidden from your sight. A shiver ran down your spine as the fear of having run straight into a trap crawled over your skin.

“You don’t seem as dumb as I thought a human to be.”

You nearly yelped from the sudden voice behind you, if you hadn’t slapped your hand over your mouth. Your heart raced inside your ribcage and you turned around almost mechanically until your gaze met the shadowy figure of the same Fae from earlier.

“Still dumb”, he said - eyeing you from head to toe and back again - “but not as dumb as what I heard humans to be.” He gracefully walked around you, his gaze never leaving your form.

Somehow you felt naked under his watchful eyes despite wearing several layers of clothes. You pressed yourself against the bark of the tree. So far you couldn’t tell from which court this Fae was, making it difficult for you to calculate your next move.

“Why don’t we have a chat over something to drink?”

“I neither drink nor eat what a Fae offers me.”

His eyes widened in surprise, before he composed himself again with a chuckle. “Chan taught you well, I see.” He shook his head and stepped away from you, walking onto the clearing and into the moonlight. “Of course he wouldn’t make it easy for us.”

You watched him silently. His translucent wings were folded on his back, slightly shimmering in the blue light of the moon. He didn’t appear threatening and you wondered what exactly his goal was with him talking so casually.

“I assume you haven’t met Ji yet.” He turned back to you, his eyes taking in your reaction closely. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be that calm around me.”

“So you’re from Ciaradh.”

His eyes twinkled in delight before he bowed exaggeratingly. “You can call me Min. At your service.”

You narrowed your eyes and scoffed playfully. “If you’d truly be at my service you would have told me your whole name.”

He laughed out and placed his hands behind his back, tilting his head as he stared at you. “You know quite a lot about our species for a human.”

Feeling bold, you stepped out from behind the tree and followed the Fae onto the clearing. “I should be upset about you mocking my species but I do get why you’d think all humans would be horrendously stupid.” Your eyes widened momentarily as you thought back to your time amongst humans - the stupidity unfathomable.

Seungmin walked around you, his movements almost resembling steps of an intricate dance. He kept you talking, listening intently to every word you said. While you lacked the grace of a Fae you didn’t trample around the area like a newborn troll - much like lots of other humans had done before.

Even though he didn’t have much experience with humans, not until he had reached a specific age to get one on his own, Seungmin had observed them and the Fae responsible - mostly the Fae responsible, which made him question why they’d go through such a hassle of dealing with almost primitive beings.

You followed him further onto the clearing, unconsciously mindful where you stepped. Somehow you imitated his movements, joining him in the silent dance. Entranced by his hidden curiosity you forgot about The Hunt, your movements pulling you closer and closer towards him.

The Devas floated around the clearing themselves, making the situation even more dreamlike than it already felt. Your eyes searched his own, trying to figure out his intentions but to no avail.

“How did you end up in Chan’s care?” Seungmin asked, getting closer to you. If he’d outstretched his arms he’d be able to grab you and pull you in but the fact you willingly got closer yourself made his heart soar from excitement. He didn’t use a lot of magic, guessing you’d pick that up easily from having lived with Chan for quite some time, but he used enough to pull you further into his enchantment.

You laughed in embarrassment and turned your head away, trying to hide it from the Fae. “I wanted to be beautiful”, you sighed and shook your head from your own naivete. “There was a rumour about a stream in Scotland. If you’d keep your face under water for seven seconds you’d be graced with ethereal beauty from the Fae.”

Seungmin stopped in his movements, watching you silently as you turned back to him. A hidden sadness danced in your eyes. “I slipped when I wanted to try it and fell into the stream, getting pulled through a portal into your realm.”

“Why would you try it? You are beautiful.” You were close enough now for him to brush the back of his fingers over your heated skin. Seungmin noticed how your breath hitched but you didn’t make any attempts to bolt otherwise. Quite the opposite in fact - you leaned into his touch, even closing your eyes.

“Thank you”, you whispered almost inaudibly. “It’s nice to hear that.”

Seungmin cupped your cheek and moved your head until you properly faced him. “It sounds like you’re not believing me.”

You giggled softly and shook your head. “No, I do believe you. After all, a Fae can’t lie.”

Seungmin scoffed but failed to hide his own amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. He leaned down to your face, his breath fanning over your skin. His eyes darted from yours down to your lips and back up again. 

Another few heartbeats passed until he finally pressed his soft lips against your own. Your eyes fluttered close as you melted into his touch. You felt one of his arms snake around your middle, keeping you stable while his hand still cupped your face and held you in place for him to explore the kiss.

You couldn’t indulge in the kiss as an earth shattering scream filled the clearing and a supernatural force pushed you away from Seungmin.

While Seungmin caught himself with the help of his wings, you stumbled backwards until you landed on your behind. Your eyes searched the area until they landed on a figure engulfed in shadows hovering above the clearing.

His wings - that resembled wings of a moth - slowly brought him down to the surface of the earth. With one last dramatic movement of his wings, he tugged them behind his back and glared at Seungmin. “I want a duel with you!”

Seungmin sighed deeply and crossed his arms in front of his chest, letting his head hang so his eyes got covered by strands of hair. “Ji, you know full well I never agree to duel you.”

As the two Fae argued with each other, the earlier enchantment on you slowly faded again and you realised the situation you found yourself in. You were still in the middle of The Hunt and right now you betrayed Chan by making it way too easy for both his students.

You scrambled back to your feet and dashed away from the Fae, ignoring the sense of deja vu overcoming you. 

The second Jisung noticed how you bolted, he dropped his argument with Seungmin and rushed past him, following you as quickly as possible. He had to fold his wings the second he reached the edge of the forest as well, not wanting to tear them apart on some of the low hanging branches.

You heard the maniac snickering close behind you and the sense of deja vu you had just a second ago vanished. With trepidation you realised what it meant to be hunted by a Fae of the Oidhche court. They hunted for pleasure, hunted for fun. Humans were nothing but playthings in their eyes.

The blood in your veins froze when you heard him sing-song behind you, calling out for you in a sickly sweet voice.

A scream tore its way through your lips as you lost your footing and rolled down a hill, dry leaves and twigs churning underneath your weight. You barely got on your knees when a cold hand grabbed your ankle and pulled you down again, pinning you under a body.

“Got you”, he breathed down your neck, making the small hairs stand on edge. 

You tried fighting his weight, writhing underneath him. All you needed to do was reach the iron ring you kept in your pouch, all you needed was a second of distraction for you to flee again, all you needed was to get away from him so you wouldn’t disappoint Chan.

At that moment you heard the caw of a raven nearby. Your desperation grew even more but when the weight of you shifted, it only did so to spin you around and on your back.

Jisung straddled you again, staring down at you with wide, crazy eyes. “You’re quite pretty for a human”, he whistled through his teeth. His eyes slowly raked over your body, he nodded appreciatively along what he saw. “I can get what Chan sees in you.”

You writhed underneath him again, trying to push him off but roots that seemingly appeared out of nowhere wrapped around your wrists and pinned them down above your head.

“Ah, ah, ah, little human. Don’t make me mad now.” Jisung laughed as he grabbed behind his back and pulled a blade into your view.

Your eyes widened and panic scorched through your whole body. “You can’t do that”, you whispered, feeling your heart pounding violently inside your chest. Your mind screamed for Chan, begged for him to appear and push this Fae off of you. Your mind begged for Chan to save you but nothing happened.

Jisung leaned down, whispering some unintelligible nonsense as his blade cut through your clothes and revealed more of your bare skin. 

“You can’t hurt me”, you tried again, fighting against your restraints and his weight. You stilled just as quickly as you tried to escape when he pressed the sharp edge of the blade against your chest.

“Who said I’d hurt you?” He tilted his head and looked at you, appearing almost innocent with his wide, dark eyes and puffy cheeks.

You ignored his question and glared at him. The thought of Chan coming to your rescue, fueling your spite. “I am marked. For I belong to Chan. So you can’t harm me unless you want to face his wrath.”

Jisung blinked several times, simply staring down at you. “I wonder which will get you killed faster - your loyalty or your stubbornness.”

You swallowed harshly, about to retort something when he pressed the blade into your skin. The sting of the cut made you hiss and your eyes widened from the shock he actually cut you. “You hurt me!”

“Did I?” He laughed crazily as he leaned down and licked over the thin cut on your skin, collecting the droplet of blood. 

A gasp escaped your lips. With horror you realised something else mixed with your shock, something more primal and needy.

Jisung noticed the shift in your eyes. His grin widened and he immediately ripped your clothes apart, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

Your breath hitched as the cool night air brushed over your exposed skin. You involuntarily trembled and your nipples hardened while your eyes followed his moves intently.

He traced invisible patterns along your skin, cutting you every now and then with a soft giggle. Jisung grew bolder upon hearing your needy whimpers, making deeper cuts that drew actual lines of blood.

You gasped from the pain but your back arched nonetheless, wanting to receive more. At the edge of your consciousness you heard the caw of the raven again. As you tilted your head to the side you noticed Chan standing there with wide eyes. You moaned from another cut on your skin and your eyes fluttered from the pleasure coursing inside of you.

Chan stopped in his movements. He saw his student cut you up and appeared to stop him from hurting you further. So it came with quite the surprise to hear you moan so lustfully in the middle of the woods. Chan swallowed loudly, feeling how his own length hardened inside his pants.

You opened your eyes again, seeing how Chan had pulled out his dick. He slowly pumped himself as he watched you from the sidelines. You bit on your lower lip, another wave of pleasure burning through your body. You wanted more, you wanted him to touch you too. “Please”, you begged breathlessly.

A chuckle from the other side caught your attention and you turned your head around, seeing Seungmin leaning against a tree just a few feet away from you. He watched you with a tilted head, smirking when your eyes met. “Guess I joined the party just in time.”

You couldn’t help yourself but moan at the thought of having three Fae pleasuring you at the same time.

“Is that the reason why you keep that human around?” Jisung trailed his knife down to your core, pressing the cool blade against your clit and watching you twitch helplessly from the stimulation. He glanced at Chan, who only looked at you, completely forgetting about his two students as he zoned in on your expression and exposed body. 

“It seems like there aren’t as many downsides to owning a human as I thought”, Seungmin hummed as he pushed himself from the tree and walked closer as well. “Could a mere human be the solution to all problems between the courts?”

You looked up at him, not entirely able to understand his words. Instead your focus moved to his extremely tight pants, letting you imagine the hard cock trapped in its confinements. 

Jisung’s eyes switched from Seungmin to Chan and then down to you. While he caught you and wanted to take you himself, a curiosity - sparked by Seungmin’s question - coursed through his mind. 

Would a human even be able to handle all of them at once?

He turned his attention to Seungmin, his eyes narrowed to a glare. “The one who cums first loses the duel.”

Seungmin raised one eyebrow, amusement playing all over his features. He curled his lips knowingly. “Deal.”

You watched him move his hands and murmur something under his breath. Magic circles appeared around your body, glowing mysteriously and lifting you up into the air - resulting in Jisung falling down on his behind and cursing at Seungmin.

Jisung quickly got back on his feet and stepped closer to you, just like Seungmin did. They didn’t entirely focus on your naked form, half glaring at each other and trying to figure out ways to best one another.

The tension thickened and you were sure you’d easily cut it with a knife. It heightened your senses and spiked your arousal. 

Ever so slowly you turned your head again, looking at Chan through half lidded eyes. He still stood on the same spot as before, silently jerking himself off. His movements appeared calculated, as if he tried to drag on his high. 

Your eyes were trained on his thick cock, noting how hard it looked, how the tip already leaked glistening pre cum and how Chan squeezed himself at the base before moving up again. A whine ripped out of your throat, feeling needy and impatient.

A sudden slap to your tit made you jolt in the air. Reluctantly you brought your attention back to the other two Fae. You struggled to see past the glowing circle around your middle but you felt their intense stares on your skin. 

Jisung pushed your legs apart, his eyes immediately drawn to your heat. He licked over his lips and raised the hand with the knife to your thigh. A groan escaped his throat when he saw you clench around nothing the second he drew the blade along your skin. “Fuck”, he breathed out, forcing himself to look at your face, “you’re really down bad for this.” He moved the blade to your clit and slapped it with small motions.

You barely heard his delighted laughter as your body involuntarily jerked from the sensation, making you all fuzzy inside your head. Air got stuck in your throat when you felt the cool tip of the knife protruding into your hole.

“If you hurt her, Chan will rip your head off”, Seungmin murmured towards Jisung. Despite his warning, he couldn’t help his own sensation of arousal coursing through his body. He palmed himself through his pants, watching for a moment longer.

“I covered the blade with a spell”, Jisung told him snarkily, pushing the knife further into you. “Unless I pull the magic away, this weapon won’t cut her.”

You clamped down around the blade, the coolness of the metal making your body react on its own. You arched your back and threw your head back, the desire consuming you whole.

Seungmin grunted something under his breath before he moved to your head. His hands gently caressed your skin, tweaking your nipple on their way down to your throat. He grabbed your neck with one hand, holding you in place.

Unable to move your head, you were forced to watch him undo his pants, pulling them away until his dick sprung free. He grabbed the base and shuffled in front of you until his cock perfectly aligned with your lips. Seungmin tapped against your mouth, smearing his precum all over your lips. He used some pressure on the base of your skull, forcing you to open your mouth.

You garbled around his shaft, involuntarily swallowing and choking on it in the process. Tears sprung to your eyes and you helplessly raised your hands to his thighs, searching for some sort of leverage. 

Despite your struggles, Seungmin continued to push his dick into your wet mouth, thrusting into you without a second thought. 

You tried to relax your jaw, tried to breathe shallowly through your nose. Still, you gagged every time he hit the back of your throat. Saliva and tears dripped down your face. Yet, you still wanted more - needed more. You clawed at his thighs, pulling him closer.

At the same time Jisung used the slick of your pussy to cover his fingers and length. He was about to pull his knife out, when Chan interrupted his movements.

You hadn’t even noticed how he had come closer to you. You barely even saw how he had grabbed onto Jisung’s wrist. “You can fuck any opening but her pussy”, Chan growled from deep within his chest, “that one belongs to only me.”

The lust and desire coming from him hit you like a tidal wave, making you whine for him even more.

Jisung huffed, trying to hide his pout but nodded nonetheless. While he knew Chan was from a court he himself considered as soft and weak, Jisung knew better than to fight Chan.

Therefore Jisung kept the knife inside your head and started to play around the rim of your ass.

You exhaled with a shiver upon feeling his fingers protrude, stretching you until he deemed it enough. You cried out around Seungmin’s dick when Jisung pushed his cock into your ass. The foreign feeling had you writhing before the pleasure hit you.

Chan grabbed one of your hands and moved it away from Seungmin’s thighs. He cupped your hand and wrapped it around his shaft, guiding your movements to jerk him off.

Both Jisung and Seungmin fucked into you with a relentless pace. They followed their needs up until they remembered the duel.

All of a sudden they pulled away from you at the same time, panting heavily and staring at your body with wide eyes. Their magic started to waver as they concentrated on keeping themselves from releasing.

Chan caught you before the magic circles holding you in the air vanished and with a flick of his wrist he threw the knife away into the dark before the protecting spell would disappear. “You’re doing so good, babygirl”, he whispered into your ear, cradling you to his body. Chan kissed your temple and wiped over your face with his thumbs. 

You whined softly and hid your face in the crook of his neck. You felt the knot inside your body - the tightness keeping you on edge. Your hands already found their way to Chan’s cock, wrapping the fingers around the shaft and pumping it eagerly.

“Always so needy”, Chan snickered and pressed you against his chest so you were unable to move at all. He turned his gaze to Jisung and Seungmin, silently noting they were still hard. “Your duel isn’t over yet. Not until there is a clear winner or the both of you agree on a truce.”

“I’ll never agree to that!” Jisung spat immediately, shooting daggers with his eyes towards the other Fae.

Seungmin sighed exasperatedly. “I do refuse to lose to such a hot headed fool.”

Chan nodded shortly, accepting their stances on the matter. He looked down at you, trying to hide his grin from your desperate wiggles in his hold. “Babygirl, we’re trying something new today.” 

With that he lowered himself on the ground, sitting cross legged with you on his lap. You tilted your head in curiosity, receiving one more kiss on the tip of your nose, before Chan grabbed your sides and turned you upside down.

You yelped out in surprise, followed by a short laugh. This position - with your legs over his shoulders, your pussy right in front of his face and your face aligned with his dick - was foreign and you felt how the blood slowly but surely moved to your head. 

“Tap my side twice if it becomes too much”, Chan instructed you.

His breath fanned over your wet folds, making you shiver in delight already. You couldn’t hold your desires back any longer, needing it to take over your body again. 

Chan cursed when your lips latched onto his dick, sucking him into your mouth. For a moment he relished in the feeling. He held you tightly, groaning from the sensation you gave him.

After a while Chan beckoned the other two Fae to step closer. “You can share her ass”, he told them matter of factly, “the pussy is still mine.” With that he latched his lips onto your clit, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive nub while pressing his big nose into your folds.

You moaned around his dick, your body jolting from the pleasure. For a second you stiffened as you felt fingers playing around the rim of your ass again, stretching your hole and pushing in and out off beat to each other. You could only imagine both Fae having their fingers inside of you, refusing to fuck you the same way like the other. 

“She’s loving this”, Chan grunted against your folds, “her body is crying out for more.”

You whined and desperately tried wiggling your ass, agreeing with Chan’s words. You were so close to your release but you needed an extra push now.

You gasped upon feeling both Fae pushing their dicks into your ass at the same time. They held onto your legs now, grunting as they descended down on you.

Jisung immediately started scratching your leg, marking it in dozens of red lines before starting his own rhythm to fuck your behind.

Seungmin’s pace contrasted with him. It was slower and with more intention. His hands caressed your skin, appearing almost like soft little tickles.

You gagged around Chan’s dick, the sensation of being so full - so filled with pleasure and brought to the edge so quickly - made you cum instantly. Your whole body spasmed while your vision blacked out. Your head spun, fuzzy and light, as if you were on the verge of passing out. 

The boys continued to fuck into you, getting you through your orgasm and continuing even afterwards. They ignored your garbled sounds and your whining, knowing if you truly wanted them to stop you’d tap Chan’s side - but you didn’t. 

You felt another high approaching from the way they used you for their own pleasure. You cried out again. The force of the second orgasm ripped through you like a tsunami.

This time the Faes came as well. The way your muscles squeezed them so tightly, neither of them could hold back.

Chan shot his load down your throat, cursing against your clit as he still held you tightly.

At the same time Jisung and Seungmin came inside your ass, shooting ropes and ropes of cum into you and painting your inside white.

Once they stepped back from you, Chan carefully turned you in his arms, holding you now in bridal style. He brushed strands of hair out of your face, admiring your fucked out form.

You hummed softly, focusing on simply breathing after such an intense orgasm. You felt how Jisung and Seungmin’s cum trickled out of your ass. You had your eyes closed, yet you felt the stares of all three Fae on your body. 

“You’re so beautiful”, Seungmin whispered and Han agreed with a hum.

“I can’t wait for a real Hunt with my own human now.”

Chan chuckled softly as he gently nosed along your throat and jaw. “You learned how to hunt and how to claim a human - in theory - since I won’t let anyone claim my baby girl.” He kissed your temple and then looked up at the two Fae. “What about your duel though?”

Seungmin and Jisung eyed each other - one even shrugging his shoulders. “Technically your human came first”, Seungmin mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Chan.

Jisung quickly agreed. “So your human lost the duel and that’s it.”

You scoffed and turned in Chan’s hold, moving away from his two students and hiding your face in his chest. “I didn’t even agree to join any duel”, you grumbled.

Chan caressed your hair and whispered a few praises into your ear. After a moment he dismissed Jisung and Seungmin, accepting their decision on the result. 

Technically he couldn’t care less about their little feud. The only thought on Chan’s mind was having you all to himself again after six painstakingly long days of not being near you at all. 

“You’re too good to be true.”

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are”, Chan chuckled and kissed your temple again. “Let me get you home and show you how good - no, how perfect - you actually are.”

You giggled softly and hit his chest. “You just want to fuck me again without your students present.” You turned in his hold and cupped his face. “I never thought you’d be the sharing type anyway.”

Chan’s eyes darkened. Without a warning he pushed three fingers into your cunt and cupped your clit, pressing down on it with his palm until you squirmed in his hold. “That needy pussy belongs to me”, he growled again, “I’ll never share that with another being.”

You cursed under your breath, the arousal crashing into you with full force again, as if it never left to begin with. You pictured Chan fucking you on the forest floor from behind like the needy bitch you felt like at the moment. But that image quickly changed when Chan spoke up again.

“Hold on tight, love.” He smirked down at you. “Flying might not be the only high you get on our way home.”

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♡︎ Our Little Secret

When Chan is left home alone one night, he finds himself reading fanfiction about his members and getting himself into a bit of a predicament. What's worse? One of his members catches him in the act.

──❥ pairing: bangchan x leeknow

──❥ length: 3.3k

──❥ warnings: 18+, idol au, smut, needy member, dirty talk, low key admiration

──❥ note: the characters don't represent real idols; this is a work of fiction intended for entertainment purposes only. this in no way represents nor reflects real life. this work has been cross posted to ao3 under the username thishippiekid.

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"Text me when you're on your way back. I mean it Changbin, if you forget again I will punish you somehow." The younger member pouted slightly but eventually gave in and agreed to text their leader when they were heading back home; the younger members of the group were all going to Got7's dorm for Mark's birthday. Chan had also been invited but since he was still getting over a small cold, he declined the offer playing it safe. "Yah, Jisung. Watch Felix's alcohol intake. The last thing I need is for him to wander off alone again." Jisung nodded and linked arms with his birthday twin before they all scrambled out of the door. Chan sighed heavily, while he was happy to finally have the dorm all to himself; he couldn't help but worry about his boys. "They'll be fine, they're adults. They can manage themselves without me." He attempted to calm himself with his own words but in reality, it just made him more worried. Shaking his head to rid himself of negative thoughts; Chan headed back to his bedroom thinking it might be nice to do an impromptu Channie's Room for Stay. 

Entering his bedroom Chan realized that it was far too messy to actually go live and he really didn't feel like going to the company to go live either; it was cold outside and the last thing he needed was for his cold to get worse right before comeback season. He needed a distraction though; anything would do at this point, he just didn't want to become the over worried leader and start harrassing the members in their group chat while they were having fun. Flopping down onto his bed, he placed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling; it wasn't often that he had the whole dorm to himself so he really didn't know what to do. He could play video games without worrying about being too loud when he inevitably lost, or he could work on producing some new music without having to use his headphones, or he could watch a movie while on FaceTime with his sister Hannah. 

Pulling out his phone, Chan decided to look through Twitter and see what Stays were up to; he clicked on the Stray Kids hashtag first and scrolled through all the edits that were recently posted. "Wow, these are really good. I wish I could reply to them all." he said out loud. He ended up saving a few of the edits to show the members later before clicking on his personal hashtag; his heart filling up with joy at all the sweet things Stays were saying about him. "Some day I'll get my own Twitter account and reply to you all my little Stays" clicking out of the app he hovered his thumb over his other apps wondering what to look at next; there was always TikTok but he really didn't find it all that interesting these days. As he pondered getting on Among Us or watching YouTube, he got a text from his sister and one of his best friends in Australia. 

Baby Brat: Yah stupid! Have you ever read fanfiction about your group? Brady Boy: Hannah just found one about you and Minho that you should totally check out!

Chan rolled his eyes, sighing heavily and debating on even texting them back. He knew the fans wrote fanfiction about them; occasionally he would come across a link on Twitter to one and check it out, the fans really had a talent for writing. Some of the stories they came up with were just incredible; like the one he last read where Stray Kids were a pack of wolves, whoever the writer was really knew how to write a great story. Thinking about that story made him curious; he went back onto Twitter and searched up the hashtage Stray Kids fanfic, but to his dismay, there weren't any links for new stories. He wasn't too sure on where else one could find fanfiction either, he always just clicked on the links that Twitter had but never paid attention to the website that was pulled up. 

Wolf Leader: I've read a few lol, found any good ones?  Brady Boy: Not really, just a few that I found on Twitter but I assume you've already read those.  Baby Brat: Just look on AO3 dummy *eye roll*

"AO3?" Chan asks out loud as if his sister could hear him from across the world. He opened up his phone's web browser to google and typed in 'AO3' the first link seeming like the right website but just to be sure he took a screen shot and sent it to his sister to confirm. Once she confirmed that the first link was indeed the website she was talking about; he clicked on it and registered himself. He made sure to use a pretty common user name so he could keep this a secret from fans and hopefully his members. Once he was finished, he clicked on the search button, thinking about what to actually search up; should he try just straight up Stray Kids or should he pick a specific ship? He honestly didn't know what ship he would even want to read about so he chose to just search Stray Kids. Approximately 47,000 stories popped up, each with their unique tags and story descriptions; "There's so many!" his eyes widening as he began to scroll down the first page, reading the brief descriptions of each before choosing one. 

It was titled 'Loving the Devil' and was centered around himself and Lee Know. The tags didn't contain anything concerning (though it did mention smut) so he clicked on the title and began reading. The story was set in the idol universe so it was more realistic than being set in a school setting or something. The beginning of the story was pretty mild and scarily accurate; describing how stressed the members were during comeback season and Chan of course wishing he could help his boys relieve their stress somehow. "Look at me always caring for my boys, even in fake scenarios." he smiled as he continued reading the story. 

About half way through the story, things really began to heat up; Chan got into a fight with Lee Know who ended up pushing him against a wall threatening to hit him. "Okay, Lee Know would never do that... at least not to me." his eyes becoming wide as he read further down the page realizing that instead of hitting him, Lee Know kissed him. A very detailed description of the two of them making out and stripping each other's clothes off made Chan's face heat up; partially from embarassment and partially out of lust. He unknowingly was being turned on reading a completely fake scenario that would never happen in real life about him and one of his members. He hadn't read that far into the smut scene when he had to put his phone down and take a deep breath; his heart was racing and his whole body was heated. 

When he felt himself calm down a little; he went back to reading. He knew it was probably a bad idea to continue reading something so hot and horny, especially when it involved one of his members but he couldn't force himself to click away. He licked his lips as he read about Lee Know pushing him down onto the bed, straddling his thighs and running his finger tips lightly over his abs; mental images coming into his mind as though he were watching a movie of himself and Lee Know. He felt himself growing hard in his shorts as he kept reading and imagining the things that were being described; if he was completely honest with himself, he did occasionally think about what would happen if he and another member did things like this. They were all touch deprived and in need of sexual release so it wasn't abnormal to think about doing it with the members. BamBam had once admitted that he and Yugyeom fooled around a few times and told Chan that he knew of other idol groups sleeping with each other too. 

The more he thought about sleeping with one of his members, the harder he became. His breathing coming out faster and unstable; body heating with lust and desire as he trailed his hand down his stomach to the aching bulge in his shorts. He palmed himself over the thick fabric slowly and teasingly; it wouldn't be bad to just relieve himself while imagining Lee Know going down on him right? He was completely alone after all, no one would ever know that he got himself off to a fanfic of him and Lee Know. Grunting slightly, Chan lifted his hips to slide his shorts and boxers off; discarding them on the floor next to his bed before pulling his blanket over his erection. He may be alone now but he was always cautious when it came to jacking off; always making sure he could abort the mission at the first sign of someone coming home. 

He continued to read the fanfiction as he wrapped his free hand around his cock and began pumping himself nice and slow, building up the pressure and getting fully hard before really giving himself a good stroke. Soft sighs dripped out of his mouth as the mental images danced around in his head; Lee Know on his knees with Chan's cock in his pretty mouth, the younger's tongue swirling around the angrily red tip before he took him fully into his mouth again. Chan was really getting into the story so he didn't hear the little chime of the front door unlocking or the sound of someone calling his name from the living room. The mysterious member padded down the hallway towards the elder's room, barely making a sound as he opened the door, "Hey hyung I..." 

Lee Know paused in the doorway, mouth hanging open and eyes wide in shock at what he just stumbled in on; Chan laying in bed, stroking himself underneath a blanket and in mid moan of his name. Chan threw his phone across the room, jumping at the sudden intrusion; lucky for him his phone landed on Felix's bed safely. "What are you doing here?!" the panic evident in the leader's voice as he tried to hide his erection from the younger despite already being caught. To the elder's surprise, Lee Know walked further into the bedroom; closing the door behind him and locking it "I got bored so I came back early" there was something hidden in the younger's voice that made Chan shiver. "I expected to find you filming Channie's Room, not thinking about me while getting off." Chan blushed deep, the blush spreading wide across his cheeks and up into his ears. 

"I have to admit, hearing you moan my name is pretty hot" Chan nearly whined at the younger's words; was this really happening? There was no way the exact person Chan had been imagining was now walking towards him seductively with the look of lust in his eyes. "So tell me, what inticed you to think about me?" Lee Know crawled up Chan from the bottom of the bed, never taking his eyes off the older's. "I was uh... r-reading." Lee Know smirked as he straddled the leader's thighs, his ass coming in complete contact with Chan's still hard erection. "Oh, a fanfiction I see. I didn't expect you of all the members to read through that stuff. I assumed you'd avoid it." he leaned down so that his breath ghosted against Chan's lips, it sent tingles up and down the older's spine. 

"I g-got curious... and Hannah m-mentioned it so I- I..." Chan's breath hitched and his back arched slightly off the bed, "So you looked for a story about you and I? Tell me, what were we doing in the story Channie?" He had to use every ounce of self control he had not to roll his hips upwards into the younger's ass; he was so painfully hard and needed to feel something to relieve the pressure. "We were... f-fighting and you pressed me against t-the wall. You were g-going to hit me but at the last m-minute you kissed me instead." Lee Know raised his eyebrows in intrigue, his eyes moving from Chan's eyes, down to his lips and back up again. "So the thought of me kissing you made you horny?" Lee Know brought his lips slightly closer to Chan's, letting a chuckle escape his throat when he saw the elder lift his head up in an attempt to feel thier lips against each other. 

"What else did I do to you?" the younger slipped his hands underneath the older's shirt and lightly traced his finger tips over his abs just like his character had in the story. Chan moaned and bucked his hips upwards, sucking in his breath when he finally got a little friction. "Y-you shoved me onto the bed and k-kissed your way down my stomach" the younger forced Chan to sit up so he could slid his shirt off before hungrily kissing him finally. Lee Know letting a moan of his own slip past his lips as he felt how needy his leader was for him; how the other hungrily kissed him back, licking over his bottom lip asking for permission to enter his mouth. The younger parted his lips; allowing the older to explore him, their tongues swirling around each other as their breathing became heavier and small moans and whines escaped them.

Lee Know broke the kiss to bring it down the older's jaw to his neck, biting and sucking the warm skin; Chan tilting his head to the side to give the younger more room. Lee Know was careful not to leave any visible marks but still biting and sucking hard enough to pull moans from the older. "How far did we go?" the younger brought his kisses down to Chan's collarbones as his fingertips rubbed against his nipples; the older shivered under the touch, finding it difficult to form the words he needed to say. "You... uh.. you... s-sucked me off."

The younger's mouth made its way down to Chan's left nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth until it was hard and sensitive before repeating his actions on the right; his hand wandering down to Chan's cock and palming him over the blanket. "So you imagined my mouth around your cock huh? Swirling my tongue around your sensitive tip?" Oh the younger was evil, he was being a tease on purpose and he knew exactly what he was doing. "P-please...Min" Chan begged, he was getting desperate for release. His stomach tight with the over flowing need to cum. 

Lee Know smirked as he kissed his way down Chan's abs until his mouth was hovering over his cock; moving the blanket, Chan felt the warm breath of the younger against him and shivered in need. "You're so needy hyung, look at how red your cock is. Leaking so much for me and I haven't even done anything yet" Chan whines, thrusting his hips up slightly to indicate that he was very needy indeed. Lee Know clicked his tongue before kitty licking the tip, eyes fixed on Chan's face as a wave of pleasure washed over it. "Oh g-god..." Chan moans, his eyes closed and head thrown back against the pillow as he finally gets what he was seeking. 

The younger licks all the way down Chan's shaft on one side and then up the other, smirking when the older squirms from the pleasure; "Do you want to fuck my mouth Channie? You want to watch me take your cock down my throat?" his voice becoming more seductive than before as he batted his eyelashes prettily. "T-that won't hurt you?" Lee Know shakes his head, "It wouldn't be the first time I had something in my mouth, though this is the first time sucking someone off." Chan didn't question this for long as he sat up, the younger slipping off the bed to his knees as Chan sat on the edge. 

Lee Know opened his mouth diligently as Chan slid his cock into his mouth; he was hesitant, he didn't want to hurt the younger especially since he was a singer and needed his throat to be okay. Lee Know sucked Chan deeper into his mouth, hallowing out his cheeks and closing his eyes as he moaned around him; the vibrations adding to the sensation causing Chan to moan louder than he did before. Slowly he built confidence and started thrusting his hips into the younger's mouth. Lee Know gladly sucked Chan all the way into his mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat with every thrust. 

"F-fuck.. Min..." Chan was impressed that the younger was capable of something like this; he didn't even gag or choke when the back of his throat was abused over and over again. The younger simply moaned around him; his hands holding Chan's thighs for balance and stability as the older fucked his mouth at a medium pace. "I'm...c-close" Chan warned, the sensation proving to be too much for him last much longer. Lee Know sucked him harder, bobbing his head along with Chan's pace as he brought him closer to his release. 

Chan's stomach tightened and he felt tingles course through his body as his orgasm washed over him; squirming and shaking through his release as the younger swallowed his seed the best he could. Not having cum for months, there was a lot for him to swallow and he somehow managed to get every last drop. When Chan finally collapsed on the bed, Lee Know licked him clean before standing up admiring Chan's blissed out face and pants. "Better than imagining it huh hyung?" 

Chan nodded, not trusting his speaking abilities at the moment. Lee Know chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the collar of his shirt; he moved to sit on Felix's bed across from the older; a smile plastered on his face from helping his leader feel this amazing. "Want me to suck you off?" Chan suddenly asked, turning his head to look at the younger; his eyes still showing a hint of lust and need in them. "I... uh... well." Lee Know looked down at himself, Chan's eyes following noticing the slight discoloration of his jeans. "You came without being touched?" this time it was Lee Know that blushed.

"I couldn't help it, plus I haven't... you know for nearly a year." Chan reached out for Lee Know's hand, pulling him towards him. "You can always come to me when you need release. You helped me so it's only fair that I return the favor." he leaned into the younger, pressing their lips against each other. Both sighing out in pleasure and deepening the kiss before hearing the chime of the front door being unlocked; they pulled away unwillingly, Lee Know grabbing Chan's clothes and tossing them to him as he laid on Felix's bed acting like they were just talking the whole time. 

"Hey you two, have fun while we were gone?" Felix's voice echoed through the hall as his footsteps were heard; the door to the bedroom opening a few seconds later. "We were just talking about comeback season. If you wanna call that fun." Lee Know said in his typical tone of voice. The younger just nodded not noticing that despite being sucked off just moments ago, Chan was already hard again and that Lee Know was squeezing his legs together. "Well I'm going to sleep in Hyunjin's room tonight so I'll see you two in the morning." Felix said happily skipping off to the other's room. 

Lee Know looked at Chan and smirked, "Round two?" 

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