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star-eyed-angels · 2 days

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Stray Kids Reaction | NSFW | Being Stray kids' Stress Toy (MAKNAE LINE)

The times you become Skz'z personal stress toy

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A/N: What?! two updates in one week?!? Who am I?? Sorry for this taking forever, I was STRUGGLING with Maknae line. Like I knew what I wanted to write but the words truly would not come no matter what I tried. But it’s here it’s done and I really hope you enjoy!!

AGAIN THIS IS VAGUELY EDITED SO PLEASE BE KIND🥹

Warnings: free use (literally all of them), sub/dom dynamics, subspace, nicknames, teasing, creampie, orgasm denial, voyeurism, overstimulation, cock-warming, biting, mirror sex, filming, bondage, blow jobs, thigh job, handjobs (It's 4am I'm so tired and definitely missing something, please let me know if something needs to be added)

Read at your own discretion

JISUNG

Han is another part of the insatiable line, another member who wouldn’t pass up on a chance to feel you wrapped around him. Jisung’s favorite thing is cockwarming. It’s like a game, he sits you pretty in his lap and neither of you gets to cum until he finishes his lyrics. To the others they think it’s torture, but to him it’s heaven, he gets to have you sit pretty on his cock and it forces him to finish his lyrics faster. At least that’s what he tells himself.

He swears it’s only cockwarming, enough to help him focus on finishing his lyrics.

“Come on baby, just until I finish this part! It’s the last one I’m working on,” he pleads, hands skimming along your sides while you stand between his legs.

Each time you roll your eyes, because as soon as he gets his dick anywhere near you all other thoughts go out the window.

“You and I both know you won’t be able to wait that long,” you say for what feels like the millionth time. You think you’d know better than to trust his words by now. But with the way he looks up at you with sparkling eyes, how could you ever say no?

You find yourself sinking onto him, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the way his cock fills you. Jisung lets out a low moan as you settle yourself into his lap, his own eyes fluttering. You rest your head against his shoulder, arms loosely hanging around his neck.

When you’re settled he’s quick to get to work, mumbling to himself as he peaks over your shoulder to write. You do your best not to think of the cock between your legs. But for as much as you tease Jisung for thinking with his dick, you’re no better.

Thirty minutes pass before it starts to get to you. You can feel the subtle twitches his body gives whenever your breath tickles his neck. Jisung isn’t faring much better. You clench around him every so often. Your breath hitching with each subtle shift of his hips. Eventually you’re panting into his heck, hips subtly grinding into him.

“Baby you’re making this harder for me,” he pants, hands resting on your hips to still you.

“Fuck the lyrics. Just fuck me already,” you beg pulling him into a rough kiss. He doesn’t hesitate, planting his feet firmly on the ground as he begins to rock into you like his life depends on it. The force of his thrusts jolt you against the desk, making you scramble to balance yourself before you slide off his lap.

“Sungie be careful, you’re gonna break it again,” you say through dragged out moans. The computer chair squeaks in protest, springs undoubtedly being put to their limit. You can’t blame them, so are you. Your hands sit behind you to balance yourself against the desk, whining at the way Jisung drills his cock into you.

“I’ll buy another one, I’ll buy as many as I need to keep fucking you like this,” he rushes out. His hold on you is firm as he fucks you in his lap. The way he’s gripping onto your sides, fingers digging into the flesh because he knows you’ll love the marks it leaves. He drags you over his cock again and again, using you as his personal fleshlight.

“Can’t get enough of this pussy shit, ride me baby, there you go. Fuck take it like it’s yours babe,” he moans out when you sit up suddenly, taking control of your movements. It’s like your body has a mind of its own, your hips slamming down onto him.

Your thighs burn with every movement, but it feels far too good for you to care. Your hands rest behind his head, one hand gripping the back of his curly hair while your other steadies yourself on the back of his chair.

“Ji- fuck! Baby please need it, needa cum!” you cry out, thankful for the fact that the entire studio is sound-proof.

“Yeah? I’ll make you cum baby. Come on, cum all over me so I can fill this fucking pussy,” He growls, hand reaching down to pinch at your clit. The feeling sends you head first into your orgasm. You fall against Jisung as you cum, still rocking yourself against him as you feel him shake through his own orgasm. He bites his lip as he cums, still managing to let a few swears slip through. He falls back in the chair as he comes down from his own high.

“Told you you wouldn’t last,” you pant against his shoulder. He huffs out a laugh, jostling you against his chest.

“Lasted longer than last time, that’s a win in my book baby,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You only roll your eyes.

FELIX

Lix who makes you insatiable. You’re not quite sure how he does it. But one look from him and you’re teary eyed as you cling to him, begging for him to stay in you. It always starts with a quick text, telling you to meet him wherever he needs. No one bats an eye when you waltz in during practice, lix beckoning you over with a crook of his fingers. When you reach him, he’s pulling you into his lap, your bottoms already tossed to the floor. You’re not surprised when no one reacts at Felix’s moans as he fills you up.

“Sorry angel, just need to cum in you okay?,” he pants, hips already rutting up into you. You can only offer him a small hum, brain going a little foggy with him inside you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, tucking your face into the side of his neck as you feel the pleasure overtake you.

“Promise I’ll be quick, angel,” he says, though he knows he’s lying. The thing with Felix is he knows what having his cock does to you. He knows he makes you desperate, mindless even. And he lives for it. The way you turn into a bunny in heat, Hips working desperately against his, though he’s not sure you even realize that you’re moving. Not with the way you stare up at him with a dazed look in your eyes. He can see the way all the thoughts float out of your head, all thoughts except fucking him that is. Hiccuping whimpers accompanying the sound of skin meeting skin.

“Five minutes, Lix,” Minho calls out from the other side of the practice room. You whine at Minho’s words, clenching around Felix, hands clinging onto him impossibly tighter.

“How do you expect me to not stay in her all day when she’s clenching like that,” he grunts, hands gripping at your soft sides. You keen, your hips dragging along his in teasing circles.

“Lixie,” you bat your eyelashes at him, mouth in a small pout.

“Want me to stay in our cunt all day, sweetheart?” He says, hips lifting to meet yours.

“Yes, please Lixie. Please I’ll be good,” you beg, eyes sparkling with tears. How could he not give in to your pleas when you look at him like that?

Felix flips you onto your back, a soft gasp escaping you as he presses your legs to your chest, exposing your fluttering walls to him and everyone else in the room. He knows they’re watching, they always do when they get the chance.

“Greedy fucking girl, you just love being used don’t you?” he rasps, slipping back into you with ease. Felix sets an unrelenting pace, somehow hitting deeper inside you with this angle.

“Yes! Love it!,” you cry out, face contorting into a blissed out expression. Your hands scrabble to hold onto something, settling on his arms as he holds you in place.

He smirks, glancing up to watch the way the members watch the scene in front of them. He lives for the way the members' eyes darken when they watch you. You’re far too gone to notice the way the members are staring holes into you.

“You’re so far gone angel, you don’t even care that everyone is watching you, hmm?” he teases, tilting your face to watch the members. You whine, walls fluttering at the dark stares they all give you.

“Only care about getting this pretty cunt stuffed, doesn’t even matter where, either does it?”Felix coos, turning your attention back to him.

“No, just need to be full all the time,” you slur, mind growing foggier by the second. Felix takes notice, picking up his pace easily.

“I know angel, promise we’ll keep you full. Why don’t you cum for me, hmm? Show them how pretty you look when you make a mess, yeah?” he says, hand reaching down to rub at your clit. The pleasure is heightened with how sensitive you are. It doesn’t take long before you’re sent straight off the edge. You cum with a broken cry, tensing in his hold. Felix lets out an appreciative moan, filling you up with his own cum. You’re still shaking as you cum down from your high, letting Felix dote over you as if he didn’t just give you an earth shattering orgasm.

SEUNGMIN

There’s only one way to describe Seungmin’s time with you: sweet torture. Seungmin’s a hard dom through and through. When he agreed to the arrangement of using you that when you’re with him it's all about him.

For instance the outfit you wear as you stroll into the company building. Skirt barely covering the tops of your thighs, top showing off your plush sides just enough for his hands to fit over them, even the platformed shoes he bought you as a gift just so you can be closer for him to leave marks against your shoulder.

Seungmin loves watching you walk into the practice room all dolled up for him. He’s quick to pull you over to him, hands grasping at anywhere he can get his hands on you. You’re just as desperate as you reach up, pressing yourself as close as you can get.

It isn’t long before he has you writhing in his grasp. The songs he was memorizing are long forgotten as he presses against your backside. He makes you cross your legs over the other, hands braced against the piano as he uses just your thighs to get off.

“Minnie! You’re being mean!” you whine, still twisting your hips to have him slip inside you.

He clicks his tongue, pinching your side as he angles your hips higher, his cock now deliberately hitting your clit with every stroke. You can only moan, face contorting at the sparks of pleasure that shoot through your core.

“No, you’re just being a greedy slut,” he grunts. Seungmin smirks, leaning down to drag his lips up to your ear.

“This isn’t about you. Let me have my fun and maybe I’ll be nice enough to cum in you, okay?” he says, hips continuing their unrelenting pace.

You whine, hands twitching with the need to grip him, but the pleasure is already making it hard to keep yourself upright. You know the second you let go of the piano, your body will crumple to the floor. Instead you lean your body back into his chest, his name falling from your lips in a desperate mantra.

Seungmin isn’t handling this any better. He’s thankful your back is facing him, that way he can hide the way his own face twists in pleasure. Seungmin’s mouth hangs open in a low moan, cock twitching at the feeling of your soft thighs hugging his cock. He can’t help but love the way you look falling apart in front of him. A stark contrast to how you pranced through the door, offering him a bright smile as if you didn’t know exactly where you’d end up. Clothes half pulled off, hands clutching at the top of the piano, no doubt ruining the sheet music he’d spent hours adding notes to. And it's all for him. All he has to do is send you a text, and you’re ready to be used by him. That thought alone is what pushes him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he mutters out, the only warning he can give you, unable to stop himself from cumming. You gasp at the feeling of warmth leaking against you, still partially delirious from the pleasure.

“Minnie!” you sob as you look down, watching his cum leak across your thighs, hitting the top of the piano. His hips still buck against you, hands keeping you firmly in place while he rides out his own high.

“You said if I was good-” you cry, falling back against him again, core throbbing with the need to have him in you.

“You were good, but I never said when I would cum in you pup,” he laughs against your neck. He finally pulls himself away from you, leaving you to balance on your legs that feel like they’ve turned to jello. You shiver glancing up at him with teary eyes as you struggle to regain your composure. He only grins at your pout, hand reaching up to smooth out your top.

“Maybe later. Now fix your clothes and let’s go.”

JEONGIN

Innie, you’ve come to find out over the past few months is quite literally insatiable.

Jeongin for the most part doesn’t call on you for stress relief, and when he does it’s usually quickies in the form of handjobs or using your mouth right before he leaves for a shoot. But the first time you joined them on tour was something you’ll never forget. It was the night after their third show and he’d texted you to come to his hotel room. You’d found him sitting on his bed, towel lazily wrapped around his hips as he palmed himself.

“Come here. Need you, now.” he calls out, flicking the wet hair out of his eyes. The way his sharp gaze watches you leaves no room for arguing. You stand in between his legs, ready to drop to your knees when he tugs you to him, manhandling you underneath him. You let out a quiet gasp as you look up at him with wide eyes. He smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear,

“What is it? Didn’t think I could be like Channie or Minho Hyung, hmm? His voice tickles your ear. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, his grin widens in response. His next words send shivers down your spine.

“Trust me baby, I’m a lot worse."

The room is filled with the sound of Jeongin’s hips meeting your ass, but to be quite honest you can’t hear much of what’s going on around you. With your face pressed into the sheets, the only sound you can really hear is your muffled cries as Jeongin uses you. The robe belt Jeongin had woven around your wrists and ankles digs into your skin from the hogtie position he keeps you in. Your arms are tied behind your back, fists clenched at the small of your back. Your legs tremble with the need to close them, instead they’re forced to stay spread and bent at the knee. Your muscles ache from how long you’ve been held like this.

You know you’ll be sore and bruised tomorrow morning, but with the way Jeongin thrusts into you can’t find it in you enough to care right now.

“Innie- fuck, Innie please,” you sob out, as he drives his cock into your sweet spot relentlessly.

He grips the knot at the base of your hips, tugging on it until your front arches off the bed.

“Go on, you can cum again. Just know I’m gonna keep fucking you until I’m done,” he says, his hips somehow driving into you harder.

The scream you let out is embarrassing. But the orgasm that rips through you has you shaking harder in Jeongin’s hold. Your walls spasming as you feel yourself gushing around Jeongin’s cock. You can feel the wetness that coats your inner thighs from you squirting. You’re still writhing in Jeongin’s hold. Little aftershocks make you cry into the sheets with each of Jeongin’s thrusts. He groans, hips slowing to a shallow grind as he watches you cum around him. He leans down, panting into your ear heavily. Despite the intense orgasm you just felt, you can’t help the way you twitch at his next words.

“Look at that… I didn’t know you could squirt baby, how many times do you think I can make you do that for me before the sun comes up?” he asks, grinning at the way your body responds to him.

Dividers by : @/cafekitsune

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tiredfox64 · 2 days

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Dad bi han headcanons?

Father, Father I Crave Violence

Prior notes: FATHER, INTO YOUR HANDS I COMMIT MY SPIRIT! I feel like you thought of this cause I reblogged that artist’s drawing and I will not say their name cause I don’t like involving them in my bs.

Who’s your daddy?: Bi-Han, congratudolences he got you pregnant!

Warnings ‼️: HE IS THE FATHER *camera man goes crazy*

Big, muscly, meanie (Regular Bi-Han)

He needs a son. That’s the heir to the Lin Kuei right there.

When the kid is five he will be trained to defend himself.

Don’t worry he won’t bring the kid on missions he’s not dense.

He has a soft spot for his children. Though he is cold those are still his blood children. He wants to take good care of them.

He won’t let any of his assassins take care of or even hold his child.

Bi-Han can be a little paranoid, he worried someone will hurt his child. He can never be too careful. Once the child is old enough to defend themselves then they will have some freedom.

That motherfucker (literally) will be pumped to see if his children gain his ice abilities. If they gained your abilities that’s ight too.

The max is two. No more no less. Don’t matter if it’s two brothers or a brother and sister.

Okay but what about a girl?

Overprotective and overbearing oh gosh.

If anyone in the Lin Kuei takes a peak at her they are getting smacked. Poor guys.

Bi-Han will teach her how to defend herself as well. She needs to know. He will even give her a knife to protect herself (which you take away cause she is only five)

If the son comes first it’s his duty as the older brother to protect his sister from any nasty boys.

When they seem ready (like maybe 15) they can start going out for missions. Simple ones at first. Gotta build them up.

I know I said he will teach them to defend themselves but he will teach them to fight eventually. Yes there is a difference.

His daughter wants to play. Ehhhhh, fine, just because she is crying. But he will be taking it too seriously.

“That’s not how you pour tea.” “Your dolls can’t have multiple partners.” “The dog can’t talk.” You have no imagination sir.

What do you mean they need toys? He didn’t have many toys back when he was a kid. Give them a stick and a rock.

Fine, he’ll get them toys. Only a few though. They need to be focused on other things.

Puberty is gonna suck for everybody involved.

Pads? Yes. Tampons and diva cups? What are those?

You know what helps with cramps, working out. Yeah he’s that kind of dad. They don’t need Advil they got this.

The boys are fighting again. Now Bi-Han is yelling again. Has your tinnitus kicked in yet?

He doesn’t care what they are into they just better be loyal to the Lin Kuei.

Titan Bi-Han (y’all know why I made it separate)

It’s very similar.

He isn’t too overbearing he is still overprotective.

There are too many sharp things in the temple oh lord hide them!

Bi-Han, they can’t even walk how are they gonna reach the butter knives on the tall counter.

He is serious but I think he would crack a dad joke or two.

“Dad, I’m hungry.” “Hi hungry, I’m the Lin Kuei’s grandmaster.” FEED THE KIDS STUPID!

Please don’t take my pupusas away cause I made that joke.

They will be begging him to teach them to fight. He is hesitant but eventually gives in.

Two? Why stop there? If you’re comfortable he would like a few more. Don’t worry he’s not asking for six.

Spoils them! Spoils them to death! His daughter gets anything she wants. His son can have that puppy. They just have to share NO ARGUING!

Only the most trusted of his clan can take care of his children, aka Kuai Liang and Tomas.

Puberty will never be easy in any timeline.

Pads and tampons? Yes. Diva cup? Still don’t know what that is.

Heating pads, medicine, working out, curling up into a ball on the floor, he understands his daughter is in pain.

The boys can’t fight in front of their dad or else he will get scary.

He cares about what they like and will get concerned over some things. I don’t think he will appreciate them liking technology or having a fascination with Volcán de fuego (cause like I never did I promise). They just need to stay loyal to the Lin Kuei or else they will break his heart.

After notes: I did this one earlier cause my dad said some crazy shit this morning. He said marmalade is disgusting and strawberry jam was created by the devil. The only good kind and only kind there should be is grape. And then he went on about how he knew someone who would ask him to drink a bottle of bourbon and find Jesus. I told him “dad, if you drink a whole bottle of bourbon you don’t find Jesus, Jesus finds you”. Very strange morning but the breakfast was good. Adiós!

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jeonginsleftcheek · 3 days

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Shower

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: smut

warning/s: unprotected p in v(wrap it before you tap it), slight degradation and slight praise, edging

a/n: established relationship, switch!jisung, switch!reader, wrote this at work pls lmao, i'm working on other bigger fics so enjoy this in the mean time!🤍

You and your boyfriend often shared showers and while some of them were innocent and cute, sometimes even fun when they turned into an improptu concert, but this one was far from either of those.

Jisung was particularly needy today, probably cause you haven't seen each other in a week, so when you stepped into the shower he slipped in right behind you. He wasted no time, his hands planted on your hips right away as he leaned in closer and started kissing your shoulder. You smirked as you adjusted the water.

"Something you want, honey?"- you teased.

"Mhm."- he muttered against your skin, continuing to leave kisses.

"Yeah? What is it?"- you act dumb.

"You."

"Me? What about me?"- you chuckle when he groans and pulls you closer.

"I wanna... feel that sweet cunt wrapped around me."- he whispers the last part in your ear, making shivers run down your spine.

"Oh yeah?"- you smirk, finally turning around to face him, and see the state he's in, his pupils blown and dick already hard and leaking. His eyes roam all over your body as he licks his lips.

"Get on your knees, Jisung."- you say, your eyes narrowing. He gulps and does as he was told.

"Hands behind your back."- you order and he obeys. You grab a fistful of his hair and bring him closer to your core.

"This what you want?"- you ask.

"Yes please, yes!"- he whines.

"Yes? Then beg for it."- you grip his hair harder.

"Please Y/N, let me taste you. Just a little bit. Please, please."- Jisung whimpered, digging his nails into his palms, leaning his cheek on your thigh.

"Make it worth my while."- you say pulling him in closer and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.

Jisung almost cried out as soon as his tongue came into contact with your dripping pussy. He didn't play around, like usually when he takes his time, eating you out for hours, instead he pushed his tongue in immediately. His nose was brushing up against your clit in the right way as he started moving his tongue inside you, desperately pushing his face into you, hungry for the sweet taste of you.

Your legs buckled but you managed to ground yourself by gripping his hair even harder and he moaned into you, the vibrations making you twitch against him. You wanted to fuck his face hard but right now, you had other plans for him.

So, you pulled him away from you and Jisung instantly whimpered, his big boba eyes looking up at you like he'll cry any second now.

"You look pathetic right now."- you smirk. "So desperate."

"Yes, I'm desperate for you. Please, baby."- he begged again.

"Get up."- you said and he got up fast, anticipating your next order.

You turned around, planting your palms on the wall in front of you.

"Well, what are you waiting for now?"- you looked back at him. "Fuck me, Jisung."- you said, spreading your legs and arching your back for him.

He practically drooled at the sight of you like this, his eyes almost rolling back in his head. He grabbed your hip, other hand on his hard cock, pressing the tip against your wet entrance. You moaned leaning back into him.

"Any day now."- you taunted him and he rolled his eyes playfully even though you couldn't see it. You were just as desperate as he was.

Jisung pushed all of his length in, the stretch and the force of his hips making you almost slip but he put his arms around you and held you tightly as he started to fuck into you, the position making him hit the sweet spot inside you right away.

"Oh my god, Ji!"- you whimpered and he bit on your shoulder, your whimpers turning him on even more. One of his hands held your waist and he grabbed your neck with his other hand, not squeezing, just holding you in place so he can fuck you harder.

"I'm close, faster!"- you moaned, scratching at the wall and feeling dizzy from the way he was pounding into you.

He obliged and fucked you harder, his tip kissing your cervix every time he pushed in. Jisung squeezed your neck just a little and that was enough for you to explode all over his cock. Everything became incedibly wet and Jisung was losing it, so close to his high so he chased it.

"Stop."- you ordered. Jisung almost cursed you then but he still obeyed, stilling his hips, his cock throbbing inside you. He felt hot and heavy inside your leaking pussy and you clenched around him making him groan.

"Fuck, Y/N! I need to come please!"

"Not yet."- you said, breathing hard. Jisung gripped your hips harder, trying to move subtly, you reached behind and pinched his ass making him whine.

"Come on Y/N, please. Don't you wanna come on my cock again?"- he smirked against your neck, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe before he bit into your skin and sucked.

He was tempting you and it was successful.

"Move."- you ordered so he started snapping his hips into you harder than before and if he wasn't still holding you tightly you'd probably crack your head on the wall.

"Ahh, fuck!"- you moaned loudly as he whined desperately into your ear, grabbing at your body and pistoning into you.

"Mm you fuck me so well Jisungie."- you said and he grunted, digging his nails into your hip, his other hand still around your neck.

"Let me come baby, please!"- he tries again.

"Make me come again and I'll think about it."- you tease him.

"Oh god, I don't know if I can take anymore! I'm so close!"- Jisung practically cries.

"Yes you can. Hold it in baby."- you say and he exhales and starts fucking into you faster, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling your little shower. His hand is inching closer to your core until his fingertips press on your clit and he starts flicking it fast. That paired with the way he's mercilessly thrusting into you makes you explode again. Your knees buckle as you scream and Jisung is proud that he's made you unravel, and he knows you can't take much more, before long you'll let him come too.

"Stop."- you say and he stops again, his hands ending up on your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples.

"Haven't I pleased you well, baby? Let me come inside that pretty pussy, hm?"- Jisung whispers into your ear.

Your legs are tired, your pussy throbbing from overstimulation, and even though you love teasing your boyfriend, the need to feel his warm come fill you up was stronger than anything in that moment.

"You can come."- you say and before you even finish the sentence he's fucking you like a feral animal, tears gathering in your eyes from the pleasure of his cock splitting your pussy apart. You can't even tease him for coming so fast, only after a few strong thrusts, he explodes inside you, the warmness spreading inside you making you come again with him.

"Fucking hell."- Jisung chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, his cock slipping out of your fucked out pussy. You feel his come mixed with yours slide down your inner thigh and you whimper.

"You did so well, Ji."- you say between breaths.

"You did so well too, baby."- he smiles and kisses your head.

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straylightdream · 1 day

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what am I missing

act fourteen: “You better think of me.”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Thursday night rolls around and Changbin makes a big deal about taking you out for a fancy date. You probably took too long deciding on what you should wear out. You decided on a dark dress and even wore a small pair of chunky heels.

When Changbin knocked on your door and you found him wearing a dress shirt that hug his muscular arms with a tie and pair of tight dress pants you knew you were fucked in the best way possibly. He looked absolutely mouth watering.

The moment his eyes traveled up and down your curvy body he told you how beautiful he thought you looked.

Arriving at the restaurant he held your hand leading the way to the table. He picked an upscale restaurant downtown.

Sipping on the glass of wine he ordered you both you can’t help but feel happy. He’s been asking you questions about your week and is now telling you about his week at the studio. He lights up when he’s talking about music and you can’t help but be happy for him.

He reaches across the table to take your hand in his. He drags his thumb across the delicate skin on your hand.

This date with Changbin feels like a natural night out for you. Maybe that’s because things with Changbin have always been easy. He’s always made you feel comfortable.

The whole entire dinner Changbin tells you how beautiful he thinks you are and any chance he gets he reaches across the table to grab your hand.

The moment the check arrives he pulls out his credit card before you even have a chance to think. When it’s time to leave he pulls out your chair and takes your hand leading you out of the beautiful restaurant.

Getting into the car you buckle up and fix your dress as Changbin starts the car.

Reaching over the glove compartment you grab his hand. You just want to be able to touch him. One thing that you love about the arrangement that has started with the boys is you’re happy you’re finally able to touch and admire Changbin the way you always wished you could.

“Should I take you home?” He asked.

“To your house or mine?” You don’t want this night to end. “I would prefer to take you to my house.”

“Okay.” He smiles.

The whole drive back to your place his hand rests on your thigh. The moment you arrive at your house Changbin gets out of his car quickly so he can open your door. He takes your hand leading your apartment.

Opening the front door you step inside and remove your shoes. You watch Changbin do the same. He pauses for a moment before he presses you against the front door. He kisses you like he’s been dying to get you alone.

He holds your face with both of his hands as he kisses you over and over again.

“I’m going to worship you,” he murmurs against your lips. Pulling away from you he stares at you with an intense look. All the oxygen feels like it’s been sucked out of the room. Reaching up you touch your lips. You feel drunk on Changbin's presence.

Silently he grabs your hand and leads you off to your. He moves you so you’re standing in front of your bed. His hand rests on your neck and he drags his thumb slowly across your delicate skin. Biting your bottom lip you try not to moan at his actions.

He pulls the thin straps down from your dress. “Take your bra off baby.” You follow his command. Your dress is pushed down leaving you bare from the waist up. He grips your hips pulling you close to him. He crashes his lips into yours for a searing kiss. His lips move across your jaw down the base of your neck.

His strong hands roam your soft body. He takes your breast in his hand gripping it roughly earning a gasp from you.

“How do you want to do it?” He asked.

“I thought you wanted to play with my vibrator?” You want to play along and show him you can be confident.

“Let's get you naked.” He wastes no time stripping away the rest of your clothes and his own.

“Are you sure you’re not using a condom?”

“I trust you.”

With your legs spread wide he sits between your legs. The pink vibrator in his hand has you excited for what to come. He runs his length through your wet folds. “Keep this leg on my shoulder.” He pats your thigh.

His first slow thrust into you leaves you gasping. Your hand grips the sheet below while he stays still.

He rolls his hips a few times slowly before he holds your pink vibrator against your clit. The feeling against your sensitive clit while he slowly stretches you out with each thrust leaves you feeling fuzzy from the inside out.

You can’t help but moan loudly. Your hands grip the sheets below you. You lift your hips meeting each of his thrust.

“Binnie,” you moan.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he moans. He’s moving at a steady yet hard pace.

“Bin-,” your brain feels like mush. The only words you can seem to form is a mixture of swears and his name.

“Every time you play with this you better think of me.”

Your body feels alive as he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The look on his face as he pushes you over the edge is intoxicating. Your walls pull on his still hard cock as he continues to thrust into you.

He removes the pink vibrator and quickly pulls out. He pumps his length over you. You watch him with a blissed out expression as he paints your mount and stomach with his release. He sits back on his hunches taking slow deep breaths as he comes down from his high.

“I need to clean you up.”

Without saying another word he quickly gets off the bed and walks off into the bathroom. He returns holding a warm rag. He gently removes his release before walking off toward the bathroom still naked.

Silently you watch him as he comes back into the room.

He crawls back into your bed and moves closer to you. He kisses you gently and pulls away smiling.

“You are so special,” he whispers as he lays on his back staring at the ceiling.

Laying in bed you stare at Changbin. You can’t help the feeling in your chest. No matter how badly you wished it wasn’t true you were falling for him.

AN: sorry it’s been so long since I have updated. Life has been hard and I’ve been struggling with writers block.

Please let me know what you guys think is gonna happen and which boy are you rooting for?

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 day

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⛧ 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝙸 ⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/angst/smut

⛧ Summary: It's Halloween 1996, you've just broken up with your toxic ex, and there's a killer on the loose. When you go to the local video store to find your next distraction, you run into your longtime crushes who have their hearts set on looking after you. But you must be careful. Not everyone's who they appear to be. (You'll find Tape #1 here)

⛧ Word Count: 2.k-ish

⛧ Warnings: If you don't like horror turn back now. This isn't graphic by any means but there are horror elements! Slight sadomasichism, full blown yandere vibes, mentions of toxic ex, mention of dead body w/ tame description, shallow knife wound (you don't get stabbed. no worries), knife/blood play, a lil smut because there's kissing/fingering/nipple play, pet names (babe, baby) a threesome happens but is only referenced, slasherfucker reader, reader's kinda losing it

⛧ A/N: This is part 2 in a series. I linked the first part in the summary. Part 1 was dark and fluffy while this one is really dark and angsty. There's still romance but said romance is kinda psychotic. For the record, I'm in no way encouraging you to go out and have sex with two psychokillers.

But if they're Minsung hot? I meaaaaan....

Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, “Oh but sweetie, we’ve played your game. Don’t you wanna play ours now?”

Street Fighter is a game. Monopoly is a game. Minho forcing you to hold a knife to his throat in the middle of their kitchen? This is unlike any game you’ve ever played before. Against your better judgment, you throw caution to the wind and ask the million dollar question.

“And what are the rules to this game of yours?”

Minho clicks his tongue, delighted at your morbid curiosity, “It’s simple really. If I can make my lips touch yours without the blade slitting my throat open I get a kiss.”

“And if he doesn’t—” Han muses, “I’m down a roommate I suppose.”

“Kiss or death, baby” Minho says, leaning into the tip of the blade so that it's agonizingly slow to witness. He stops when it pricks his skin, a scarlet drop of blood rising to the surface. Your fingers tremble around the handle of the knife, your body running ice cold at the realization that this is actually happening.

“You’re both fucking psycho!” you shout, twisting free of them with reckless abandon. You stumble backward into the kitchen counter, the blade still in your hand. When you regain your footing you notice tiny droplets of blood decorating the white tile floor. You trace their source to the much larger cut in the side of Minho’s neck.

Han stares at you with a Milky Way galaxy of stars dancing behind his eyes, “So she does have it in her.”

Time itself seems to come to a halt when you register what you’ve done. You hadn’t meant to do it but, accident or not, you did it. “Oh god, no, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry. I…I…” you stutter, tossing the knife into the sink. Minho takes a deep breath, running his fingers across his wound as he approaches you. “It’s okay. I’ll live” he smirks, applying blood to his lips like some luxurious lipstick, “Now about that kiss.”

Minho’s close enough to you that you can feel his shallow breaths against your face. His bottom lip brushes yours and your mouth falls open without hesitation. The voice of the girl you were before you came here whispers for you to run—leave this place and never come back—but it’s far too late for that. Minho locks you in a kiss, metallic and sweet, that makes you a stranger to yourself.

It’s not you hungrily kissing Minho, blood staining his collar as he takes greedy handfuls of your plush body. It’s not your cheek that Han cups, tilting your head to the side to steal kisses and taste that last bit of blood on your tongue. Only…it is you and you’re loving every second of it. So much that when Han unbuttons your jeans, slipping a hand inside to tease your clit, you’ve already managed to soak through your panties.

“Aah, I knew it” he whispers, lightly stroking your entrance, “I told you she was the one. That she was special.” You moan into Minho’s mouth when Han’s fingers sink into you, your cries of pleasure echoing within his cheeks. “It’s true. You’re our special girl, aren’t you?” Minho hums, his thumb circling one of your nipples through your shirt.

The praise goes to your head in the worst way, setting a once cold body ablaze with lust. Your walls contract with every mention of how special you are—of how long they’ve waited to have you here. Han’s never had his fingers this drenched before, his mind’s already running wild with thoughts of licking your juices from them once you come. The noises you make are so melodic, so splendid, that they'd burn them into their memories if they could.

Minho’s sharp eyes lock onto yours, fingers toiling away at the delicate hooks of your bra. “Can we keep you?” he asks like a demon masquerading as a child. Innocence with something darker lurking beneath, waiting to tear you to pieces. The answer comes easily, driven by your thirst to be devoured.

“Yes,” you moan, exhaling at the relief of being freed from your bra, “I’m yours.” Han licks up the side of your neck, softly nibbling at your earlobe as his fingers pick up speed.

“All ours,” he whispers, “Forever.”

Grainy black and white dots dance across the TV screen, casting a white glow across the bed where you lay naked cuddled up beneath the blanket with Han’s childhood teddy bear. It’s 3AM and Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4 ended an hour ago. Not that you were paying an ounce of attention to it. Your focus was placed entirely on being bent into a series of unholy positions by the two men you expect to see when you open your eyes. But when you finally do—limbs still tingling from your last orgasm—they’re nowhere to be found.

Yawning, you force yourself up in bed, squinting at the light from the TV. Holding your hand up to shield your eyes, you notice the dried up blood on your fingertips. The events of the night come back to you gradually like a fuzzy radio signal sorting itself out. Your mouth is saturated with that same metallic taste from before, the sweetness of it having long faded. Finding it too nauseating to tolerate, you retrieve your underwear from the floor and set out in search of something to wash the taste away.

Stepping out into the hallway you find yourself in near pitch black darkness. The only guiding light is the glow of a lamp from the bottom of the staircase at the opposite end of the hallway. “Minho!” you call out, taking slow cautious steps down the hall. You extend your arms out on both sides, feeling around for anything you might bump into. You hold your breath, listening for even the faintest sound of his voice but it never comes. Finally reaching the staircase, you grab onto the sides and make your way down.

You call out again, this time trying another name for good measure, “Han! Where are you guys?” It suddenly occurs to you that this is the moment in slasher movies where the girl wanders downstairs and gets sliced up by some masked psycho killer. You stop halfway down the stairs, glancing up at the darkness you left behind. “Fuck that” you huff, jogging the rest of the way down the stairs to find safety in the light.

Finally you’re back in familiar territory. To your right you spot the kitchen and your heart jumps at the thought of the Halloween candy left untouched on the table. But your tooth rotting dreams are derailed by the sound of whirling somewhere to your left. You turn to spot a heavy wooden door left slightly cracked. It’d look like any other door if not for the two deadbolts drilled into the frame. Off to the side sits a black garbage bag, the kind contractors use on construction jobs, and it’s stuffed full of…something.

Hearing the low chattering of voices, you drift towards the door whispering to yourself the whole time. “Why are you freaking out? Nothing’s wrong. They’re probably just taking out the trash. Don’t be so—” You choke on your own words as you stare down into the trash bag. It is full of trash. There’s pizza boxes, empty soda cans, and crumbled up chips bags all from last night.

And then there’s something else.

The tip of something red poking out from between the pizza boxes. You lean in closer and make out deep wrinkles carved in plastic. Pinching the end of it you pull it from the trash and you feel even more nauseous than before. It’s a mask. Not just any mask. The same mask your ex had on when you saw him at the video store. A chill runs down your spine, making you let out an unexpected squeak that brings all of the background conversation to a halt.

“Hello?” Han’s voice rings out, seemingly from beneath you. You crack the door a little more, peeking in to find another set of stairs leading down into the basement. “Everything okay up there?” Minho asks, his tone oddly suspicious of you. You clear your throat, tucking the mask back into the trash bag, “I’m—I’m fine. Just got a little snack craving is all. Are you guys good?”

You’re met with silence reminiscent of the moment before Minho forced you to cut his throat. “Why don’t you come down?” Han insists, bubbling with joy, “We have a surprise for you!” You pull the door open all the way, shuddering at the creaking sound the old wooden stairs make when you step on them.

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

“One you weren’t supposed to see yet” Minho pouts, “But you’re here now so whatever.”

Minho’s adorable tendency to whine gives you the sense of normalcy you needed to get you to the bottom of the stairs. But when you reach it you wish you hadn’t. The basement is nothing like the welcoming warmth of the rest of the house. It’s pristine and white, the polished floor icy against your bare feet. In each corner there’s a large cabinet stocked with all sorts of medical supplies. It reminds you of an operating room in one of those medical dramas.

It is an operating room and at the center of it, in a pool of blood that leaks between the cracks in the tiles, is the partially dismembered body of your ex boyfriend. “Hi, baby” Han waves with the hand not currently holding a cordless saw. Still in his underwear, he’s dressed in a long black apron with the gloves to match. Minho’s dressed the same and both are slick with blood.

Before you can think better of it, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and bolting back up the stairs. All the while images of torn flesh and fractured bone flash in your mind. You couldn’t stand that man, hated him in fact, but you’d never wanted to see him in pieces.

Spotting your purse by the front door, you make a mad dash for it clueless to the two figures gathering behind you. Your vision clouded with tears, you fight with the front door locks to get out. “I knew it was too soon” Minho sighs in disappointment, “We should’ve waited.” Han slips his gloves off, coming over to kiss you on the cheek.

Your body recoils, shaking in fear, “Don’t hurt me. Please.”

“Hurt you?” he scoffs, flipping the lock open, “I’d never hurt you. You just seemed like you needed a little help.”

Minho flops down in a chair near the door, messy hair falling in his face, “Take my jacket at least. It’s cold out.”

Their calmness is odd to say the least, making you reevaluate the fear that you feel. “You’re letting me go? Just like that?” Han plucks a wool trench coat from its hook, draping it over your shoulders. He pulls the door open and a slight autumn breeze blows through the door. “I told you. We don’t want to hurt you. We’re here to protect you...and maybe teach you how to protect yourself.”

His sincerity makes you uncomfortable and you feel yourself splitting in two again. This time the old you wins and throw yourself out into the night, scanning the street to find where you parked your car. The block is as dark as the upstairs hall, giving you the sense that you’re on some terrifying island all your own.

You can't make sense of why they’d let you go. Any normal person would drive straight from here to the police station. You know their faces. Their names. Where they work. Where they live. Do they want to get caught?

“You can’t run from who you are forever, pretty girl!” you hear Minho taunting. You look back to see them watching you from the doorway, smiling lovingly in your direction.

Minho winks at you, blowing you a kiss, “See you real soon, babe.”

#stray kids au #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #han jisung x female reader #han jisung x you #han jisung x reader #lee know angst #han jisung angst #minho x reader #lee know x reader #minho x you #stray kids angst #plus size reader #chubby reader

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torialefay · 1 day

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☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 13)

✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~5.2k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? obsession? angst and future smut??? a little fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time, smut!!!! 🔞

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Previous Chapter Recap:

When you’d told Jungkook that you wouldn’t mind being with him, you’d meant for it to be more flirty than serious. But this… this was serious.

You grinned as you came back from being locked into that moment of time, back to reality. But now, reality was like your fantasies, and your fantasies were your reality. Your head felt like it was floating.

“I think I could get used to it,” you beamed, still in a quiet tone.

You watched as all of the worries visibly melted off of Jungkook’s face. His eyes now shining bright with hope, stupid grin plastered on his face.

“In that case,” he started, letting his body reflexively move closer to you, “I’d really like to make this official. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

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Note: Character relations you can refer back to if needed.

Y/n- Changbin’s mentee

Anna- best friend, Felix’s mentee

Kara- Seungmin’s mentee

Sunnie- Han’s mentee

Mindi- Hyunjin’s mentee

Nisha- Lee Know’s mentee

Alyssa- Jeongin’s mentee

Jenna- Chan’s mentee

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Sunday, 9 AM

Chan’s POV:

Chan fluttered his eyes open, squinting them as he tried to make sense of where he was. The sun that was peaking through the curtain was dancing right into his eyes, blinding him for a moment. Before he had the chance to sit upright, he felt the familiar pounding in his head. Like a hammer repeatedly jabbing in.

He instinctively reached his hand up to hold his temple, right over the spot where it began to throb.

‘Never again,’ he thought, rolling himself onto his side so that he could get some pressure released and some much needed relief from the sun’s rays almost obliterating his corneas.

He groaned as he turned, feeling sandpaper where his tongue should be. The nonexistent saliva in his mouth had his throat completely dried up.

As his body landed on it’s side, he stopped for a moment.

‘What the fuck?’ He looked around from top to bottom of the room. ‘What happened last night?’

And suddenly he realized, not only was he not in his own bed, but he was completely, butt ass naked.

As if it mattered, he automatically brought the bedding around himself, tucking all of his body under to make sure nothing could be seen.

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he rolled over. He was just in Changbin’s room. And no one else had been in the bed beside him.

‘What happened?’ Chan thought to himself as he huffed out, letting his arms flop out wide. He laid like that for several minutes, lost in his own, pounding head. He was trying to recall the events of the night prior. Anything that could help him… anything.

The last moments he could recall… it was fuzzy, but he could remember scenarios, albeit not what happened in them. He remembered talking to you outside. About Jungkook, he was sure, but he didn’t know just what he’d said to you about him. And then, the restaurant… talking to the group again? Talking to Changbin. His memory stopped then. The blur of almost nothingness turned into total darkness, unable to recall a single event for several hours.

And so he laid, staring up, and wallowing in his pain until he couldn’t stand it. He breathed in a sharp breath as he sat up in the bed, exhaling harshly once he had come to the position. He scanned the table by the bed hoping to find water, soda, alcohol… anything was better than this burning in his throat. But alas, there was nothing to be found.

He located his clothes thrown down beside the bed before hoisting himself up with a tinge of pain. He felt the faintest waning of nausea as he bent over to grab his pants and throw them on, one leg at a time, almost not bothered to even button them.

He held his hand to his head as he begrudgingly shuffled to the kitchen, hoping the members had slept in so he would have a while to collect himself in peace. And as he approached, the total silence confirmed that his wish was true. Not a soul in sight.

He hurriedly filled himself a glass of water before funneling it down as best he could manage. He stumbled over toward the shared medicine cabinet to get some pain reliever, knocking it back with the remaining water in the glass. He groaned at the stretch in his throat from forcing himself to swallow at the wrong time, almost coughing up the pills entirely. He knew he’d have to keep up with the water if he wanted to feel any ounce better, so he filled his glass one more time before heading to his bedroom.

As he walked from the cold kitchen, down the hallway to his door, he remembered the fact that he probably should try to eat too, although he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to stomach it.

The plan, he thought: go back to bed, order food (there’s no way he could cook today), and slowly try to eat and nurse the pounding in his head. Simple enough. He figured he’d just text the members and let them know that he wasn’t feeling well so that they’d leave him be for the next several hours. If today was anything like a normal weekend though, the kids in his dorm wouldn’t be awake for a long while.

After swinging his door open, he huffed at the sight of Changbin sleeping soundly in his bed.

‘I guess fair is fair,’ he thought. At least in this case, Changbin was actually clothed.

Chan quietly made his way over, gently setting his treasured glass of water on the table.

He leaned himself slightly to put a hand on Bin’s back. He rocked it back and forth ever so gently. “Bin, wake up. You need to go to your own room,” he said in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him awake.

It took Changbin a few moments to stir. As cognizance came over his face, he slowly got his eyes to open, blinking to try to get some vision in the darkness of Chan’s room. He smacked his lips a few times before letting out a grunt and rolling over.

“Come on, you’ve got to get up,” Chan said, shaking Changbin a bit harder now.

Bin’s groggy voice tried its best to strain out. “Ugghh… Carry me.” Even in his sleepy state, he couldn’t act serious.

Chan lightly shook his head, a tiny ounce of relief going across it as he sat on the side of the bed, his body parallel to Bin’s. “You know I can’t do that. My head’s about to bust, bro. I’ve got to lay down.”

Changbin took another final moment before taking a deep breath and grumbling, slowly using his arms to push himself upright. He threw his feet over so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely facing away from Chan. After blinking a few times, he tried acclimating his eyes to his surroundings. “Are you feeling any better since last night?” he asked in a hushed tone.

Changbin picked up on the cues as all Chan had to offer up was a weak “Well…” before rubbing his hands along his face.

The boys sat in the silence for a moment. “Do you remember what happened last night?” Changbin asked, direct.

Chan shifted slightly in his position as he continued to hold his head. He reached for his glass of water again, suddenly feeling his tongue go dry. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to answer.

“Do you want me to tell you now or later?” Bin asked, swinging his body around so that he could look Chan in the face. Actually see his reaction.

“Now, I guess,” Chan replied nervously, biting at the dried skin on his lips. He held his glass with both hands before lowering it to rest just above his lap.

“Okay. What’s the last thing you remember?”

Chan thought long and hard. “I don’t know. My memory is fuzzy. I remember getting really mad. At Y/n I think…” he trailed off for a moment. “I remember everyone being at the restaurant. And I remember talking to you while we were there. I remember being mad then too. But I don’t really know what about… What else am I missing?”

“Oh geez,” Changbin held his head down. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?”

Chan paused for what felt like a minute. ‘Oh no.’ “Yeah…” he trailed off.

“Alright listen,” Changbin said, fully turning himself so that he was facing Chan directly. He locked eyes with him. “Before I say anything, you need to promise you won’t freak out. It’s okay, alright?”

“What did I do?!” Chan’s breath was raised, panic stuck in his voice.

“Shh, I said it’s okay. It’s alright… okay?” Bin pressed him again.

“Okay,” Chan said, taking a deep breath to brace himself for whatever Changbin was about to reveal to him.

“We were at the restaurant, and you’d had… quite-a-few-drinks-I’m-not-really-sure,” Changbin started, rushing the last words together. “Then you said you were going to go outside to wait with Y/n until her ride got there. I guess when you went out, it ended up being Jungkook. I’m not sure what was said out there, but we heard you yelling from inside the restaurant. And another voice yelling back that I think was Y/n. I couldn’t really make it out.”

Chan’s breathing had already quickened. The words had already confirmed his thought that something had transpired with Jungkook, but it was killing him that he didn’t know what.

“And then, I decided to go out and see what was going on. You were kind of swaying back and forth and… I’ll be honest, you just looked pitiful. I went up to get you and walk you back inside because people started staring.” Bin let out a breath before continuing. “When we got back inside, it was bad. I don’t think I’ve seen you that angry since our trainee days,” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension any way he could. When Chris didn’t reciprocate, he quickly moved on. “You didn’t say much about what happened, so don’t worry about that. No one knows. They just knew that something bad had went down. And well… you started getting kind of.. aggressive. Kicking at stuff, pushing stuff out of your way, yelling about how nobody knew the truth and you couldn’t stand it anymore. We tried to hold you back, but you pushed us off before you could get to the alcohol and down another bottle of soju. We were worried man, so finally we got you to put it down… well it kind of went to the floor and broke everywhere, but that’s not the point. Minho and I finally held you down enough to get you out of there, but you were yelling the whole time. Something like ‘I’ll protect her. I’ll protect all of you. I won’t let him touch you, okay?!’”

Chan looked down in embarrassment. ‘Good one, Chris. You’ve single-handedly ruined your image in front of everyone. Good job.’ Deep breath.

“I can’t believe I did thattt,” he dragged out, throwing his head downward and into his hands. He hoped the blackness now surrounding his eyes would make him just disappear.

“I told you it’s okay. That was the worst of it.” Changbin said nonchalantly.

“There’s more?” Chan’s head shot up. He’d thought that had been the ending of his rough night.

“Not much, but, well- just with us,” Changbin paused for half a second. “We got you calmed down enough to get in the car. You were fine on the ride home for the most part. You were ranting a little, but nothing really made sense.”

Chan breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he hadn’t revealed too much.

“When we got to the apartment, you kind of started up again, but we convinced you to drink some water and eat some snacks, which helped a little. We kind of just kept trying to distract you until you sobered up a little.” Changbin inhaled deeply. “Once you started feeling a bit better, Minho left to go to bed, so I stayed up to make sure you were alright. You started rambling about how you ‘needed everyone to know,’ but you wouldn’t say what it was. It was like you were talking out of your mind. Like I love you, but bro, you literally would not shut up for 10 minutes,” Changbin offered up a small smile, earning a tiny one from Chan in response.

“I finally got you to go to my room so we weren’t too loud to wake the others up. You were a little bit better at that point, so I figured you’d be able to calm down and go to sleep soon. And, well, you did calm down.. Sort of… I mean kind of, in a way,” Changbin had trouble finding the right words. Chan held on to every syllable.

Changbin continued, finally finding his footing after several seconds. He laid his hand out flat, closer to Chan, signaling to him that it was alright. “Just know I would never repeat any of this to anyone, okay? You’ve got my promise. But you kind of- started getting emotional. I was a little bit surprised to be honest because it was the most vulnerable I’d ever seen you.”

Chan’s cheeks lit up bright pink.

“You told me how much you liked Y/n. And that you were convinced.. that you love her,” Changbin’s voice was low, making sure that no one else would hear. Chan gulped, trying to look anywhere but at Changbin.

“You said that you knew a secret, but that you couldn’t tell anyone. You said that it was eating you alive. And you kinda just broke down. Like full on sobbing. And I didn’t know what to do because everything I tried wasn’t helping, so I told you that you could talk to me about it. I promise I won’t say a word to anyone… So yeah, it kind of just came out of you…” Changbin waited for a reaction. “I’m so sorry bro,” he reached to pat Chan’s arm. “And after that, we really just talked some more and I tried to distract you. I guess it worked because you got pretty tired. I tried to get you back to your room, but obviously that didn’t work,” he laughed.

“We both ended up just falling asleep. I didn’t mind obviously,” Changbin cleared his throat before continuing. “But you know how you can have really vivid dreams?… I guess I didn’t know that you can talk in your sleep too. I woke up and heard some stuff I probably shouldn’t have,” Bin smiled, shaking his head. “So I just left and got in your bed.”

Chan sat quietly still, soaking in all of the information. “What kind of stuff?”

Changbin had an entertained smirk on his face, not sure where to begin answering the question, but holding back a laugh anyway. “It wasn’t as much words as it was… noises,” he giggled. “And uhh, throwing out a certain name from time to time.” He grinned so hard that he was sure he’d never be able to get it off.

Chan’s stomach dropped before the mortifying feeling set in. He’d dreamed about you? About, well… doing things to you? With Changbin in the bed with him? He was sure he was about to die of humiliation. All he could do was throw his face into his lap to hide himself.

“Hey, don’t feel bad!” Changbin added, patting Chan lightly on his back. “I’m sure it happens from time to time for all of us. You’d just had a lot on your mind is all.”

Changbin was trying his best to diffuse the situation, and for that, Chan was grateful. But it didn’t replace the fact that he’d done it, that he didn’t recall doing it, and that he’d been caught.

“Jesus dude, I’m so sorry,” Chan got out, voice high and shaky.

“Don’t apologize. Like I said, it’s okay. Everything is fine. No one has said anything, and no one will say anything… And your secret is safe with me, alright? We never have to bring this up again,” Changbin reassured.

Usually, Bin’s words would have helped him feel better. But in this moment, all he could think of was how concerned and sorry he now was about the fact that he’d woken up in no clothes. That part, he’d never tell.

Chan nodded.

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Thursday, 12:30 PM

Y/n’s POV:

The past few days had been absolutely magical. Well, that may be an exaggeration. But certain moments sure felt like it.

You’d seen Jungkook almost every day this week. Being with him was almost better than you could imagine. The butterflies you’d felt for him were still semi-there, but a lot of them had been replaced by warmth. He was just so good to you. In every way possible. He listened. He came to you if you needed him. He spoiled the fuck out of you. And most importantly, he made you feel loved.

Things at JYPE were back to normal… for the most part. None of the girls had mentioned anything about the night at the restaurant. On Monday when you’d first arrived, you could tell they felt like they were walking on egg shells around you. But by the end of the day, everything had gone back to normal. You weren’t sure if they’d heard you yelling at Chan in front of the restaurant, but you were thankful that they didn’t bring it up (or prod around) if they did.

Dance practices and voice lessons had gone back to normal. Everyone had learned each other’s strengths and weaknesses like the back of your hand. You knew what you needed to work on and what you could put on the back burner. The other girls did as well. Which meant that although you practiced together as a group in the mornings and the evenings, the middle of the day was usually spent either on your own entirely or separately with choreographers/vocal coaches/producers/mentors/staff members- the list goes on. You’d done fairly well at avoiding Chan, except for times when you absolutely couldn’t, like in group practices when he would come to help. Otherwise, you’d been able to escape his presence almost entirely.

Until today, when he happened to come to the cafeteria and had to sit at the table right next to yours. You’d already been seated with your friends for some time now, and Chan had come over to sit with some of the members of a younger boy trainee group. The way his face dropped when he’d sat down and turned to see you sitting just 5 feet away was unmissable. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of looking his way (you wanted to seem unbothered of course), but you couldn’t miss it out of the corner of your eye. There was definitely an awkward shift of tension at the table though once everyone realized. Once you noticed, you tried to come up with a new topic of conversation. Anything to distract from the obvious… Until you couldn’t stop fidgeting and suddenly, you had to see the obvious.

Sunnie leaned in closer to you. Naturally, all the girls followed. She whispered as quietly as she could while still being somewhat audible. “Look, none of us know what happened between you and Chris last weekend, and this isn’t me asking for answers, but I just wanted to let you know that whatever did happen, we’re on your side.Trust me,” she looked Chan’s direction discretely before rolling her eyes.

Anna had told you everything… Well, as much as she could remember. She’d downed quite a few drinks herself by the end of the night. She had described to you how Chan had gotten belligerent and borderline terrifying. All of the girls were pretty freaked out, and the members were apologizing for him profusely as he was dragged out. She could tell that they weren’t exactly unbothered by it though. The boys confirmed that he rarely drank, but they’d never seen him behave like this when he did. You were glad that no one had pressed you for any more questions.

“Yeah, he really let his true colors shine,” Kara added. “And.. I’m just so glad that you are okay,” she offered up a weak smile.

All eyes were on you, seeing what response you could properly give. There really wasn’t one though. None that you could give that were totally truthful. Or… legal at this point.

The next time that you’d seen Jungkook (so literally the following day), you’d decided that you would keep your relationship private for the next few weeks. You weren’t quite ready for everything that came along with dating an idol… Not just yet. Day by day, you were feeling more comfortable though. You’d agreed to sign an NDA, which Jungkook seemed pissed about in the first place. He let you know how stupid it was, but that if the company knew that he was with you and didn’t have one, he’d be in a lot of trouble. And although it did make you feel a bit weird, you understood that it was just a part of this new world that you were entering into.

“He was… not in his right mind, for sure. But he wasn’t like that with me, thankfully,” you said lowly.

Eyes of your friends around you were still big, hanging onto the hope that you’d give them a sliver of something to go off of. Until this point, Anna was the only one who knew what was said that night. You still wanted to keep it that way, but telling them a tiny bit couldn’t hurt, right?

“He was just… I don’t know. I’m sure plenty of people have heard what’s being said about me. That I’m… *doing things* with people I guess,” you continued to whisper. “I don’t know if he got mad that the rumor was going around or what. He just… I don’t know. I don’t know what his deal was that night.”

By the sad pouts on the girls’ faces, you could tell that you’d pacified them enough. Even if you were leaving out some of the story, it felt good to share pieces of it with someone. To have people who could back you up.

“I guess that’s why he was so mad that night,” Sunnie continued. “He was frustrated that things were being involved with the company maybe? I mean, I don’t know if you all feel this way, but I don’t really feel comfortable around him anymore.”

“Me neither,” Mindi added, followed by the rest of the girls in agreement.

You couldn’t help but to wander you eyes to the next table. Unfortunately, your friends couldn’t either. And even more unfortunately, they landed on a Chan who was already looking in your direction.

‘Awkward,’ you thought before quickly jerking your head away.

Your friends tried to play it off, striking up a conversation as soon as any form of words came to mind. You couldn’t help it as the embarrassment lingered on your face though. After a minute or so, you decided to excuse yourself to the restroom. Hopefully to have some time away and to freshen yourself up.

You laughed at Mindi’s joke as you stood from your seat, instinctively moving your body out and to the side. What you didn’t see was a scattered-looking Chan who was doing the exact same. Before you realized what had happened, the sides of your hips had knocked into each other, wavering you a little bit.

Chan didn’t have so much luck. The unexpected contact had caused his drink to spill out onto his pants… In exactly the area no one wanted to draw attention to.

Acting on instinct, you quickly and frantically said “I’m so sorry!” before grabbing the napkins off of the table and bending down to press into the now wet area. It wasn’t until you paused for a moment that you realized your automatic response had led to you now dabbing the fabric along Chan’s dick. You quickly pulled your hand back and stood upright as an embarrassed sense of awareness washed over you.

Chan looked at you with wide-open eyes, lips parted, as if he had no clue how to react.

“I didn’t realize- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” your mouth dropped as you couldn’t finish the sentence, gesturing down to the wet spot with your hands open.

“It’s okay,” he replied, almost too quickly. “I’ve gotta go,” he spit out before rushing past you and through the cafeteria doors.

You looked over to your friends who were mirroring your same shocked expression. “Oh my God,” you retracted your hand up quickly to drop the napkin on the table as if it was on fire.

‘I can’t believe I just touched his fucking dick.’

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Thursday, 12:45 PM

Chan’s POV:

‘Shit, shit, shit, shit,’ Chan hysterically yelled in his head. He was all but sprinting to get to the nearest restroom. He hoped that everyone would think it was because he was embarrassed by the damp spot on his crotch and not because he was now sporting the biggest boner he could ever imagine.

How could he not? You had literally been bent over, face only inches away from his dick, holding your hand to press on it. ‘For me,’ he thought, his brain on high alert. He was freaking the fuck out. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

His heart raced as he quickly ran into a stall, locking it speedily behind him. And now that he was here, when he could finally begin to still… What was he going to do now? Just ‘think it away?’ Thinking about it wasn’t going to do anything but make it worse. He held his hand around his clothed bulge as if that would somehow tame it down.

‘Think of anything else. Think of anything else,’ he told himself as he closed his eyes and leaned his back onto the door.

He stood like that for a moment, flipping through a million things in his mind.

Puppies? No, there’s no way he could think of Berry when he was like this.

Food? Well, he’d just finished the last bite before he’d stood up and got involved in this whole ordeal.

Cleaning his room?! ‘Oh there we go. Perfect.’ Chan thought about all the tasks he needed to finish when he got home last night. He needed to organize his bedside table, he needed to run the vacuum through, he needed to hang his clothes, making sure all of his hoodies were stocked and ready to go. His hoodies. His several black hoodies. The ones that he would lend you if you ever came over. How fucking cute you would look all cuddled up with the sleeves hanging over your hands.

‘Snap out of it,’ he told himself, taking a deep breath in and out. In and out. ‘Okay, what else do I need to do when I get home?’

The only thing left on his list would be to wash his bed sheets. No big deal. Except… oh god. His bed sheets. How he would wash them and get them fresh for you. For when you would come to spend the night with him. How good the mix of the clean sheets would smell mixed in with the smell of your favorite lotion and shampoo. How cozy it would feel when you’d cuddled yourself into him, his hoodie on, with one hand clinging to his chest and the other entangled in his hair. How good it would feel to have your hand running through his scalp. Those hands. The same hands that were basically on his cock 5 minutes ago.

‘Fuck.’ And how it would be those same little hands that ran from his hair, all the way down his body until they reached his bulge. How they would wrap around his dick and tease him until he leaked precum.

Chan couldn’t fight off the arousal now. He had accepted his fate. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, as he allowed himself to slip down his pants and boxers, just until his dick had room to pop out.

He knew he shouldn’t. Especially not here. But it was either this or sport a boner for the rest of the day.

He spit in his hands quickly before leaning back again, allowing himself to stroke along his length as his scenario played again in his head.

He thought now of you, how you would be the next one to do this to him. Instead of his hands, it would be yours. You’d look up at him with those beautiful eyes, making sure he liked it. And of course he fucking did.

He thought of how you’d take him into your mouth. Slowly at first, seeing if you were able to take in his full length. He knew you’d choke, and that turned him on even more.

He began to jerk his cock quickly as his thoughts sped up. How fast you’d try to go for him once you knew that he was close. And how you’d go faster and faster to the point that you’d start losing oxygen. How you would commit yourself fully to pleasing him and doing just what he liked. How you would make him squirm until the very last second. How his toes would curl and his legs would give out. Your beautiful, beautiful face getting fucked by him. He would cum so fucking hard.

And he was. Cumming so fucking hard, all over his hand, all over the floor, even reaching the toilet. He stifled his moans as he rode out his high, knowing that if he let any noise slip out, it’d be his luck that someone would walk in and catch him in the act.

Once he’d finally calmed down, he sucked in as deeply as he could, trying to get a grip back on reality. He tried to catch his breath without giving away any inclination that anything had just happened. He sighed down at his hands and feet, seeing how covered they were with his mess. Post-nut clarity was too real.

He grabbed at some toilet paper to clear his hands of the sticky substance. Just as he was wiping at them, getting ready to throw the paper into the toilet, he heard the sound of footsteps entering the room.

‘That was close,’ he thought, smiling to himself that he’d actually gotten away with it. No matter how twisted it was, he’d rather do it without anyone knowing than doing it with a crowd.

He quickly put the tissue into the bowl and flushed, turning to click the door open. ‘Perfect.’ Someone would see him. And see him acting normal. ‘Nothing happened,’ he breathed out, giddy now.

As he swung the door open, he saw the familiar face of Young K, who he’d just been with days ago to work on a song.

“Hey man,” Chan said, taking a step out of the stall. “What’s up? You all finished with that track?”

“I’m good bro, I’m good,” Young K responded casually. “Yeah, I’m about there. Hopefully be done with it by the weekend. Actually hey, what are you doing this weekend? We’re off and probably gonna have a little bit of a kickback if you wanna come?”

“I honestly don’t know yet. I’ll probably have to get some work done. But I’ll text you?”

“Yeah, for sure. Just let me know.” They both nodded their heads in solitude before Young K reached in to dab him up. On instinct, Chan leaned in to grab his hand and tap his back. It was then when he realized just how sticky his hands were.

He pulled back, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry dude, I spilled my drink all over myself at lunch.”

He watched in horror as Young K looked down at his hand and then down toward Chan’s feet and the floor behind him, both covered with white fluid. His cheeks went instantly red, and he knew it.

“Yeah,” Young K responded, a bit awkwardly as he made a concerned face. “No big deal,” he walked past Chan and to another stall.

‘God fucking damnit.’

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Bound to You - Choi Han

Notes: If anyone still remembers Cale's version, here's Choi Han's version - though it's a bit more nostalgic haha. Pt.3 Alberu coming up soon. Ft: Choi Han

Choi Han

As always, a perfectly normal day gets sidetracked by a surprise attack.

An enemy mage leapt out from the shadows, spouting vengeance and the usual villainous spiel everyone’s sick and tired of, magic shooting out their hands. Everything happened at once as everyone acted upon the unspoken but unanimous decision to protect the weakest in your group: Cale.

As the others rushed the mage, you and Choi Han leapt to push the aghast young master away, just in time to bodily receive the blast yourselves.

The world spun sickeningly as you were flung away, breath knocked out your lungs as your back collided with a tree.

You groaned as you fought to keep your breakfast down. There was an annoying ringing in your ears, and your limbs prickled with the sensation of pins and needles.

“________?” You looked up at Choi Han’s soft query, surprised to find his expression pinched with discomfort. “Are you alright?”

“Yes…” You answered slowly, mentally assessing your own body’s state. It would take more than being thrown across the clearing to take you down but the tingling on your skin made you hesitate. As you made to stand, an overwhelming wave of dizziness swept over you, and pain lanced through your consciousness, sending black dots swimming in your vision.

You would’ve fallen again had Choi Han not stepped in to steady you. Two realisations hit you in quick succession: one, you were definitely not injured enough to feel so terrible, and two, the moment Choi Han made contact with you, the nigh unbearable pain you felt was relieved almost instantly.

What…? You glanced up and finally noticed your companion’s sickly pallor, the beads of sweat against his forehead and the tremors in his hands as he steadied you. As you met his gaze, Choi Han’s grim expression seemed to confirm your worst suspicions.

Something was really, really off.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A curse of distortion targets one’s mana and twists it against itself. Rampaging mana would eventually tear its hosts apart. Fortunately, in a strange twist of fate, when both of you were hit, the magic split between two sources of mana seemed to have reached an uneasy balance - though just barely. Although neither of you were at immediate risk of imploding, the moment either of you moves too far away from each other, the fragile balance of your unstable manas would collapse, causing unimaginable pain.

After some trial and error, maintaining some sort of physical contact seemed to neutralise the worst of the side effects. It was decided you’d hold hands until your manas naturally settle with time.

You glanced down at your linked hands, you flexed your fingers in his grip.

You quickly learned that constantly maintaining a firm grasp on another’s hands presented its own set of challenges. Unused to your suddenly narrowed range of movement, you’d often pull each other off-balance as you headed in different directions or moved before the other was ready. Even performing simple tasks became a hassle as you struggled with only one usable hand and your non-dominant hand to boot. Menial chores took twice as long to complete and anything that required any degree of dexterity was off the table.

To make matters worse, Choi Han seemed uncomfortable with physical touch. He couldn’t seem to meet your eyes directly and twitched every time you moved your fingers. You didn’t blame him, being stuck alone in the Forest of Darkness for tens of years does things to people. You’d give him some distance if you could but the curse seemed to affect you more than him as you’d discovered when you separated briefly to tend to nature’s calling only for Choi Han to rush to your side when you nearly blacked out from the pain that overwhelmed you. Swordmasters must be built differently since the distance only caused Choi Han a massive migraine and nothing more.

You sighed forlornly, stretching your fingers and closing them, gracefully pretending that you didn’t notice Choi Han shiver beside you. How was it possible that two unparalleled warriors, each an expert in their own field, when put together, would result in less than one fully functional person? You could only imagine what havoc it’d cause if you’re suddenly forced into combat.

“Maybe we’re not so compatible after all.” You mused aloud, thinking perhaps this was a good time to reflect on changing your training techniques. It’s true most close ranged fighters would usually pair up with mid to long ranged partners to cover each other’s weaknesses. Maybe you could give spear handling a try? You hadn’t noticed how Choi Han stiffened beside you.

“I just need some time… to get used to it.” You glanced at him, wondering how getting used to being attached by the hands would help cover each other’s openings but you managed a nod in response to his sudden determination. Swordmasters probably knew what they’re doing, right?

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Swordmasters do know what they’re doing after all.

Though it started off rough, after a few more collisions, stumbles and painful falls, you’ve started to piece together the patterns of your partner. You began to recognise the minute shift in his movements that indicate direction and have a better grasp on how much ‘space’ he actually takes. You were moving more efficiently, able to gauge where he would step and shift accordingly to avoid impeding his movements or yanking him. Choi Han, too, began to relax. His grip used to be light and weak, as if wary of his strength, now his grasp is firm and comfortable in yours as you walk side by side.

One thing about being stuck next to another person in close proximity for an indefinite amount of time meant conversations you wouldn't typically have time for soon filled the air between you. You traded insights on favourite colours (such as the flash of light as dawn breaks and the iridescent blue shine of lakes), preferred fruits (he liked strawberries, while you’d prefer citruses), and even contemplated on potential career changes once everything settles. The conversations delved into seemingly insignificant details, which, when combined, shaped the people you’ve become.

You fed another stick into the fire and glanced at the starry skies, leaning into Choi Han’s side. The camp was quiet, everyone else had retired to their sleeping bags as you and Choi Han volunteered to keep watch.

“Do you miss home?”

The fire popped and crackled as he prodded the coals. “It would be a lie to say that I don’t.” he answered eventually.

You resisted the urge to turn around and see his expression. “Would you go back if you could?”

It was a question that was on everyone’s minds that no one dared ask and perhaps even in the silence of the campsite, and even with your close relationship with him, you still weren’t worthy of asking such a personal question. You wouldn’t push and Choi Han knew he wasn’t obliged to answer either.

It meant the world to you, when he did, regardless.

“It’s a place that has probably moved on without me.” he said. “Even if I could, I don’t think it’s my place to return and disrupt the peace anymore.”

“Besides,” you turned to see him watching you with a wistful smile, “I have found a new home. I don’t mind leaving relics where they belong.”

A bittersweet feeling became lodged in your throat as you turned to watch the fire, hoping it would hide the sudden wetness in your eyes. “As if we’ll let you leave.” you scoffed, “Even if a portal suddenly opens and sucks you in, I’m going to drag you back here kicking and screaming.“

Choi Han’s laugh was warm and comforting and his grip tightened on yours.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I’m counting on it.”

#tcf #tcf x reader #trash of the count's family #choi han #imagines #fluff #nostalgia #comfort #hands stuck together #and yes they shared one bedroll #the magic wore off in the morning no worries #everything was back to business as usual the next day #..or did it?

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