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kinktober day 27

Double Penetration in Two Holes | Emeto | S&M

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Billy’s breathing is harsh against your ear as he fucks you. He likes it best this way, you on your hands and knees while he takes you from behind. There’s something about him doing it this way, it unleashes something within him that he takes out on you. His hands grip your hips tightly when he’s not pulling your hair or smacking your ass hard enough that it’s going to hurt to sit in the morning. He’s thick, pushing your body to its limits right now.

“You like this, don’t you?” Billy mutters from between clenched teeth, going harder for a few moments, as if to make a point. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room and he grabs your hair, yanking your head upwards, making you look at the door as it opens. “You like being my good girl?”

“You know I do…” He makes you stupid, cock-dumb, especially when he fucks you like this. Like you’re a thing that he owns, not his partner. It’s fucked up, but there’s worse to be turned on by. You close your eyes for a moment and then feel something brush against your lips.

“Got her moaning so loud, I had to come join ya.” Stu’s voice is friendly, calm. Like he’s not making himself a part of what is ordinarily a two-person experience. But that happens sometimes, and you have such a hard time saying no when you’re like this. And it’s happened before, it’s going to happen again, so you know what to do.

Stu isn’t as thick as Billy, but he’s longer. He still fills your mouth, making you gag as you try to adjust to his eager thrusts. Usually, Billy lets you set the pace with blowjobs, he likes seeing what you’ll do for him. How desperate you’ll get for his cock. But Stu is way more excitable, he’s eager to feel good and so he’ll fuck your throat raw, fill your mouth with cum.

Your body is rocked between theirs, you can barely see the sloppy kiss they share over you. “Fuck her hard. Make her scream for us.” Stu is babbling, encouraging Billy’s roughness, he likes it when Billy is so rough that whoever he fucks is sore in the morning, even when it’s him. And you can’t blame him, because right now you’re coming, wailing around Stu’s cock and they grin down at you, knowing that you’re putty in their hands.

[betray-jaes]

MEDICINE

CHAPTER [I] of LEVANTER [18+!]

“Ji– don’t make me shy.”

As his eyes are focused on your own, you feel his hand slowly travel upwards, disappearing underneath your black dress.

“No, I remember you not being shy at all,” he says, “that’s definitely not an attribute that suits you—at least not in private.”

⛓️ SYNOPSIS: After getting fired recently and wanting to distract yourself from your break up, you go out on a Friday night. While your best friend—whom you are secretly in love with—prepares everything for his soon wedding, you run into an old friend that you’ve never expected to see again and he’s more than ready to get your mind off everything that’s bothering you these days.

💊 CONTENT INFO: jisung x afab reader, chan x afab reader, gang/mafia au, angst/smut/fluff, gang leader jisung, doctor chan, pharmacist reader, best friend chan, jisung and chan are enemies, reader has adhd, they are flawed characters and you should keep that in mind, chan, jisung and reader used to be roommates during their college days, content warnings and smut tags under the cut

💵 WORD COUNT: 14.1K

🔪 CONTENT WARNING: topics of heavy drug dealing and mention of using, mention of robbery, threats and violence (nothing explicit), mention of unrequited love, mental health topics such as depression, anxiety disorder, addiction, PTSD, mommy issues and adhd, mention of bullying in the past, alcohol consumption and cigarette smoking, mention of murder, topics revolving around cheating and jealousy, mention of break up, mention of getting fired

🔥 SMUT: dom/sub dynamics, foreplay in public place, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, facial, slight spit play, praise, marking (m receiving), slight overstimulation, name calling (princess, baby, slut, good girl)

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The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nswf content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.

You don’t even know how, when or why you got here. You’re definitely too old for that shit.

Waiting in line with a bunch of eighteen year olds was enough humiliation for the next century anyway.

The initial idea was to get your mind off of all things—all bad things in life which is like ninety percent of all the stuff happening right now—get a little drunk, dance the night away and maybe end up under some stranger, having them meaninglessly and pathetically pound their cock into you.

But since you’ve come here, all you were thinking about was to leave again.

The atmosphere has thickened since you saw a guy that looked familiar to him—your once again ex. Pretty tall, black hair and too advanced skills in dancing in comparison to all those kids occupying the dance floor here.

You’ve broken up and gotten together so many times you’ve lost count. It’s ridiculous. Pathetic, even. But the most humiliating thing of it all was him cutting you off this time.

He’s met someone else. Funnier. Prettier. Mundane. Having both feet firmly on the ground. A biology and chemistry teacher. At a prestigious private school in the suburbs. You should have known.

Yunho isn’t a bad guy. You wouldn’t have dated him for two years—with little interruptions—if he was. The both of you… simply don’t fit. But you seek comfort, closeness, familiarity. That’s what’s making you run back to him every single time.

But not this time. He’s blocked you. You will thank him for that one day. But not today. You’re not ready yet for the unfamiliar and that’s okay. One step at a time.

“That is an astonishing dress on you.”

In an instant you spin your head around, searching for the source of the deep voice. The person it belongs to doesn’t quite fit the sound—a real duality filling your vision here. He isn’t that tall, a freckled pattern beautifully decorating his cheeks and button nose. The long, bleached hair is softly laying against his neck, almost touching his shoulders.

“Thank you.”

He shoots the prettiest smile your way—characterised by the dichotomy of his whole aura. It tells you there’s more behind that sheepish smirk. The man gets a little closer now. He looks a lot younger than you but maybe it’s just because of his face structures and perfect skin—if you weren’t in a club right now you would ask him about his skin care routine and the products he uses.

“Felix.”

A pretty name he’s got as well.

“Y/N.”

“Beautiful,” Felix says then. His lips are aligned with your ear—both because of the immense volume in the club and because it’s easier to get a little closer to you this way. “As beautiful as you.”

Felix makes you not want to leave the club in the next hour, busy buying one drink after another for you. You feel yourself getting a little tipsy but you can’t say that you're drunk yet.

What you don’t know is—for him it’s just a game but not certainly one that you would participate in. You will learn the rules of it later.

Felix makes you feel like the centre of attention when he drags you to the dance floor—that boy has got impressive skills although it makes you think of Yunho for a second.

You don’t even know why you’re sad about—this time hopefully—breaking up with him and actually drawing a line here. You stopped loving him a long time ago. It’s been more than half a year that your feelings for him vanished away and you’re sure it was the same for him.

Otherwise he wouldn’t date her. But it’s hard to let go when you’re so used to him. He’s helped you get into your first actual full time job and the two of you spent many beautiful vacations together. You’ve always wondered why Yunho didn’t want to move in together but maybe deep down he knew it wasn’t meant to be.

He’s a good guy. You can’t hate him. Yunho wouldn’t even hurt a fly. But maybe that’s why you got into so many arguments and broke up again and again. He seeks stability, a partner that has got their life together and a plan prepared for the next twenty years.

You, on the other hand, feel like you’ve missed some chances in your early twenties to live your life. As if you skipped a few stages—of being rebellious, of trying out things that you know you will regret later, of developing a fucking personality.

There’s only been one person that has ever made you feel this way when you were around him. But he disappeared a long time ago.

“Cigarette?”

You nod, taking the offered object between two of your fingers as you bring out a lighter from your small bag.

For now, Felix and you went outside for a quick smoke and a better possibility to get into a meaningful talk—the noise inside the club is obnoxious. Of course, you can expect that but you swear the music gets worse with each year.

God, you feel so old.

“What do you do for a living, Y/N?”

Your teeth clench together. Great. At least your romance life hasn’t been brought up yet but this isn’t necessarily better.

"Wrong question? I’m sorry.”

“I got fired a week ago,” you say, taking a deep drag from the cigarette laying between your pointer and middle finger.

“Shit, that sounds awful.”

You nod, raising your eyebrows and shrugging your shoulders. The ashes drop to the floor, when you give the tobacco rolled inside the paper a little nudge.

“Yeah. I worked at a pharmacy and something quite bad happened. You know, some meds fell off the wagon on their way of getting delivered, if you know what I mean.”

Felix looks at you dumbfounded. All pretending, he knows exactly what you mean by that but he doesn’t want to enlighten the impression that he is familiar with… that stuff.

“Someone stole the meds. I’m pretty sure it was one of my colleagues, the boss’s daughter, and they are hiding the evidence. So, yeah. They blamed it on me instead. It was probably just some tactic to get rid of me.”

You have enough experience in dealing with adderall and other prescription meds in college, to not make an obvious mistake like that. But you couldn’t tell them that.

“Fuck, what a bunch of assholes.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you let the cigarette fall to the floor, imagining it was the colleague that made everyone think you stole the medicine.

God. You wish you were still at the pharmacy, this way you could at least get some pills to deal with those thoughts in your head. Maybe you should ask your best friend Chan for a prescription—he’s a doctor after all.

“Well, it’s what it is now. Hopefully, I’ll find something new soon to pay those bills, you know?”

Felix nods compassionately, before he turns off the glow of his tobacco as well, kicking the cigarette towards the one you threw down a few seconds ago.

“I’m sure you will find something, Y/N. You seem very ambitious and it’s lots of fun spending time with you.”

He makes you chuckle a little, the freckled boy.

You wonder how this night will end. You wonder if he could make you forget a little about all your troubles. You wonder if he could make you feel good by touching your skin all sensually. You wonder if his cock could brush that certain spot inside you.

“Another one?”

Felix hands you the cigarette box but you decline. He lights another one for himself. The blonde takes a deep drag, his eyes focused on your pretty face and he wonders what you taste like—your neck, your lips, your pussy.

But that has to wait for now.

He’s got another step he has to follow first.

“Honey,” he begins then, getting a little closer to you. You’re one of the few people on the balcony right now. The bass is spreading outside and you can feel the vibrations being sent through your heart as if they’re trying to synchronise with the beating of it.

“If you… want to get your mind off of things, I’ve got some stuff with me. Although you might be hard to impress when it comes to this, Ms pharmacist.”

You chuckle. After all, you should have seen it coming. It has been a little confusing that Felix took his time to seduce you, trying to wrap you around his fingers. So obvious after all.

“Is that the reason you approached me? You wanted to sell some weed to me, college boy?”

He’s the one to chuckle now, as two of his fingers come in contact with your bare arms, softly caressing your skin and for a second you fear goosebumps erupting right where he touches you.

“I’m older than you think,” he whispers. “Besides that, who was talking about weed?”

You raise both of your eyebrows. God, that boy really thinks he can impress you with shit like this, doesn’t he?

“Oh, now I’m all ears,” you sarcastically reply and from his next words you can tell he didn’t catch the irony in your sentence.

“Whatever you desire, baby, I can give you double the amount and quality.”

Felix gets a little closer, his lips aligned with your neck now and your heart starts beating as fast as the awful techno song inside the club. One of his hands wanders to your waist, pulling you towards him and you play along.

You’ll see how far he goes. It’s fun teasing men like him. After all, that’s what the freckled boy deserves for leading you on.

His lips are right below your ear now and Felix thinks you taste even better than expected. As sweet as honey.

“As long as you pay me,” he says in between kisses.

“I accept cash, credit and debit cards or other… physical transactions.”

You click your tongue, as you let out another chuckle.

Yeah. You’ve gotta stop this here. There’s no way you’re gonna buy anything from that dude.

You can already sense it—weed mixed with plumb, speed combined with sugar or cocaine cut with starch.

Grabbing the blonde’s jaw, you direct his gaze towards you. His eyes are filled with hunger, lust almost.

“I don’t think that I’m a potential customer for you,” you tell him.

Felix gives you a look that seems like a fusion of ‘I knew it’ and ‘why did you waste my time like this’ but it’s what he gets for playing with you.

You know their tricks. A few years ago, you were roommates with a drug dealer after all. He’s made sure to protect you from scam, fraud and danger, explaining all the insights to you.

More often than you would like, you catch yourself thinking about him. Where he ended up. What he’s doing. It’s been some time since he disappeared.

You wonder if you will ever see him again and if so, what it will do to you.

He probably moved somewhere else. Maybe to a whole new country. But whenever you’re in a somewhat life crisis as you are now, your mind keeps running back to him.

“I respect that,” Felix says. He’s standing half a metre away from you now and you can hear the disappointment in his deep voice.

“If you ever want to become a seller then, you can find me around here.”

He’s already on his way back inside the club, when your words reach him.

“I will think about it.”

💊

You’re glad to finally get out of here. The club soon has gotten a little too much—even worse than before—and as you grab your coat from the cloakroom, you rush out of the venue as fast as possible.

God. You’re still thinking about the weird encounter. What a pity, Felix seemed like a kind dude but this once again shows that you shouldn’t trust men with such pretty and innocent looking faces.

When crossing the street, you stumble over the kerb, almost dropping your phone into a puddle on the asphalt. Once you’ve made it to the other side, you start scrolling through your messenger app, searching for the chat you’re looking for in your now drunken state.

You know Chan very well. He’s probably still up. It’s not like you have meaningful content to share but that’s what best friends are for, right?

At least that’s what you tell yourself. It’s definitely not because you seek his attention.

But deep down you know that since things finally ended with Yunho for real this time, the crush on Chan has slowly come back again. You thought you’re finally done with it—crying over your bestie that’s going to get married in a few months—but you’re always brought back to him after a failure of a relationship like this.

You either catch yourself thinking about Chan or your other former best friend, that only God knows what he’s up to.

You’ve never dated either of them but for some reason you can’t get them out of your head. Especially Chan—now that he’s hitting the gym even more often to get in shape for his big day—has been occupying your mind constantly for the past weeks. He’s making your head spin like crazy.

Or maybe that’s just the alcohol in your system that the freckled college boy bought for you.

At least that’s an excuse for the letters you type, unable by now to pay attention to their correct order.

[You 01:08]: lol can yuo bleieve som college dude wnated to sell drgus to me in exhcange for sex hahaha i swaer im nevr goin clubbnig again XD

On the search for a convenience store that is still open to get a bottle of water, you wait for a text from your best friend. He usually replies within seconds but maybe he’s a little busy now or distracted. Which is fine. You’re trying to sober up anyway.

The fact he’s always there for you makes getting over him a bit complicated. Whenever you need something, you can call him and he will lay everything aside and help you, comfort you, hype you up.

Even though he lost his patience a long time ago, he has always supported you in any Yunho-situation. No matter if you guys broke up once again or got back together.

Chan even baked you a matcha cake a few days ago, adding the words ‘fuck him, he was a noodle anyway’ with dark green food colouring on the icing.

You get ripped out of your thoughts when your phone screen lights up and you read the delivered message.

[Channie 01:27]: omg 😂 sorry I didn’t reply immediately, we’re a bit busy rn with deciding on a wedding cake flavour. are you ok?

I’m fine, Chan.

You see the three little dots light up, telling you he’s typing some more. Fully focused, you keep your eyes on your phone until another text hits you.

[Channie 01:28]: I will pick you up immediately, if you need me to. you can also always stay at our place. call me if you feel uncomfortable, okay? pls be careful ❤️

“Yeah…” you think out loud by speaking to yourself. “Of course I want to be picked up like a little child and spend my Friday night with you and your fiancée, Bang Chan.”

A pedestrian is passing you, looking in your direction when the volume of your voice increases. You analyse  the guy—his fox-shaped eyes gawk back at you but the rest of his body looks rather intimidated, shoulders hanging low like a scared puppy.

“What is it? Why are you staring, huh?”

Although you’re sobering up, you still feel a little on edge right now. It’s probably all the piled up stress making you yell at a stranger like this. But after all it’s dark outside and you’re wearing a dress. Better safe than sorry. In case he’s dangerous, there’s still the option to bark or snort his way, so he backs off.

“N-Nothing, I’m sorry,” the guy says then, as he walks a bit faster, severely scared of you now.

But you don’t care. That’s what women go through constantly.

Your attention is brought to something else anyway, when your phone gets bombarded with another notification.

[Channie 01:33]: just pls reply once.. i am getting a lil worried

God. Why does he have to be so decent and caring? There’s not even a single thing that you could detest about him. Which makes it a lot harder to get over him.

And the sole thought that he’s sitting on the couch or lying in bed with his fiancée right now makes your blood boil even more.

You need a drink. Your jealousy is taking over you once again.

So you type a quick message, making sure your best friend stops worrying about you. You’re not a toddler.

[You 01:35]: i’m okay channie, i’m not drunk anymore or anything! I will get one last drink. I'll text you when I’m back home, have fun :)

Just when you’re about to enter the next bar at the corner of the street—one that you haven’t been to before but it looks quite welcoming—Chan replies.

[Channie 01:37]: thank you, you too and take care ❤️

For fuck’s sake. Those little red hearts remind you all over again of how fast your own one starts beating, whenever he texts you.

It’s time to focus on something else. Or someone else.

Stepping through the huge wooden door that functions as the entrance—while you take in the huge green neon sign right above reading ‘Velvet’—your body and mind get hit with a rise in temperature that you very much welcome. Strolling through the midnight streets in a tiny black dress, a thin coat and just some transparent stockings wasn’t the brightest idea.

Although the place is a little crowded and you fear this will get a little too much for you anytime soon, a waiter greets you when going inside, offering a cozy spot with a castleton green round sofa all for you, a little glass table caged between the furniture.

This place seems a little posh. Luxurious almost. You regret not checking the menu first for prices. But everything is so pleasant here that you don’t want to go. After handing one of the employees your coat, you sink down on your assigned seat and pick up the menu.

God. It’s expensive here. But one drink will be alright. After all, that’s what you promised to Chan anyway. Maybe not to yourself, but he’s the one to bring you back to good sense again. Just like he always does.

Your eyes hover around, taking in every detail of the location. Everything has some sort of dark green accent to it, velvety sofas and chairs definitely do the location’s name justice. There’s so much to take in—people dressed in the prettiest outfits without pretending to be someone they’re not. They just seem… real. All of them.

It catches your attention—a breathtaking emerald one piece hugging the curves of the beautiful lady sitting on the sofa next to yours, another guest that’s leaving wearing forest green high heels, a younger woman having the prettiest piece of jewellery around her neck coloured in the shades of a pine tree.

You’re deeply focused on analysing every glittering and mesmerising piece in this bar, until someone specific fills your view from afar.

At the other side of the room, right at the bar, is someone that looks a little like your college roommate. You wonder if that’s your destiny tonight—to just get reminded of all the failures your love life has been filled with.

From what you can tell, the man’s face structures are very similar to your once best friend although the rest doesn’t line up at all. He’s got a totally different style and demeanour—sitting on the bar stool with his legs spread, filling the whole room with dominance but in a way that makes you catch your breath for a second and keep your eyes fixated on every move he makes.

Just when you’re about to look at the menu in front of you and stop practically gawking his way, he spots you ogling him and chuckles to himself.

All of a sudden, the man stands up and walks over to you—long strides bringing him closer until he sinks down on the spot right next to you.

His glass that’s filled with whiskey meets the transparent table in front of you with a loud thud. He looks at you, a smirk decorating his pretty face and you take in every detail, letting your brain register what is happening right now.

He looks too similar.

No. This can’t be.

That’s just his doppelgänger, not the actual…

Fuck. You take a closer look, letting him shoot another mischievous smile your way.

Only a few centimetres of air are separating the both of you now and you can already sense that he has gained more confidence than he has ever had in all his years in college combined.

You and your stupid little heart are doomed.

It is really the Han Jisung.

The infamous, notorious Han Jisung.

It’s him.

Without a doubt.

Although he looks different now. His hair in the natural black colour, the sides cut down to a few millimetres and the long strands laid back. From what you can see—that’s not hidden behind the heavy leather jacket—he’s got a lot more tattoos than back then.

On his fingers. Around his wrists. On his neck. Two under each ear—the symbol of his zodiac sign, Virgo, and a playing card of a club's ace. Rings around his fingers. Those pretty fingers.

He looks so different but also still the same. A thousand times hotter, if that’s even possible. The early-twenties version of you would freak out at the sight of him now. God, the hours you’ve wasted by daydreaming about Jisung.

But for you he’s still the same guy from college. The one that used to be Chan’s and your roommate. The one that always managed to make your group laugh while not taking himself too seriously.

Han Jisung.

The nerd. The stoner. The musician. The drug dealer.

Oh, yeah. The drug dealer.

You remember quite frankly how it started—rather jokingly, actually. After getting hit with a monstrous advertisement on Netflix about the show How To Sell Drugs Online (Fast) and binge-watching all back then available episodes in one row, Jisung got a little too inspired.

In his defense—he was in the exact same situation as the protagonist in the beginning of the series. Still madly in love with a girl who wasn’t interested in him but in drugs. To be specific—ecstasy. Ironically, her name was Molly. So, Han Jisung—the menace he has always been—wanted to provide her exactly that in hopes to conquer her heart again.

There was just one tiny bit of a problem. He has always been an introvert and rather shy, there was no way to sell those things in real life. That’s why he made a name for himself online on the dark web instead, soon becoming a successful business man for everything pills, potion and plant-based.

The girl never agreed to go on a date with him, unfortunately. Especially not after a party at your house she was invited to, when Jisung couldn’t stop flirting with you and, well, ended up inside of you instead.

A few months of an adventurous friends with benefits situation followed, as the boy guardedly realised that he was falling in love with you. But you didn’t return the feelings. At least that’s what he thought.

Particularly when he witnessed you shoving your tongue into the mouth of Mr. Steal your girl aka Bang Chan aka your other roommate some other night.

Little did he know that you were just trying to get rid of your developing crush on your stoner roommate…

Which hasn’t really worked, not even until this day.

But Jisung is different now. Three years can do a lot to a person—not only physically but also mentally. His whole aura takes over the room, his full on dominance casting a spell over you.

“What do you want to drink?”

If more men keep paying for your drinks, you may not need a new job that soon.

But it’s a little different now. You’re overwhelmed, completely in trance and zoned out at the same time—that’s what he does to you by solely looking your way and asking you a simple question.

God. Y/N, this is fucking embarrassing.

You watch Jisung call one of the waiters then and the man dressed in a black suit, a dark green tie attached to the fabric, immediately approaches your table, as if the black haired next to you owns this place.

“Lorik, could you bring us a French martini and another whiskey, please?”

You giggle a little, unable to hide your amusement. While it’s so unusual to see Jisung in a light like this, you can’t deny that these small gestures do a lot to you.

Maybe it’s because he’s so unpredictable. So mesmerising, so venturesome—like a main character that took a few wrong turns and ended up as the villain instead.

You take a mental note to not meet up with your friend Gahyeon as much anymore—that girl constantly talks about those dark romance novels that she reads and even though she hasn’t convinced you to look at one of her book recommendations yet, the topics are still very present in your head.

But on top of all that, you get reminded quite often of Jisung’s unbelievable skills when it comes to pleasuring every inch of your body.

Even back then—the inexperienced stoner and total nerd he was in college—Jisung was the only man who could make you feel so good and spend every piece of attention on his goal to satisfy you as if his life depended on it. Still after all these years the images of all the memories you’ve shared appear in front of your inner eyes quite often, especially on lonelier nights.

You’ve never believed in destiny or some sort of it. But all this can’t be a plain coincidence.

“You’ve never been here before, have you?”

You shake your head no, giving him a small smile. You like that he’s so straightforward—dispense with the smalltalk one would expect but he knows neither of you value meaningless words. It feels as if he’s never disappeared out of your life.

“But you seem to know your way around here. Are you the owner of this bar?”

He chuckles, before he downs the rest of his drink. “Yeah, something like that.”

Eyes widening a little, your mouth parts.

“Wow, that’s impressive. I would have never expected you to become a businessman, Jisung.”

He clicks his tongue, brushing over his upper teeth in the process before he scoots even closer to you.

“I have my strategies and connections, you know.”

The glass lands on the table again. “What are you doing nowadays, Y/N?”

Your name still sounds so beautiful spilling from his lips. God, those pretty lips. They have always looked the prettiest when they were either attached to your skin, pressed against your own or disappearing between your legs.

“I– I worked at a pharmacy but they… fired me a week ago.”

Suddenly, you feel a touch on your upper thigh—Jisung’s hand collides with your semi-transparent stockings, grazing over the thin material.

“What a pity, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure you were too good for the job, that’s why.”

He makes you giggle. Jisung is still as funny and quick-witted as he used to be. Hyping you up and boosting your mood a little with a few jokes has always been his speciality. After all, seeing you smile is one of the most perfect things he’s witnessed in his life.

“Or too pretty, judging by the outfit you’re wearing right now,” he continues. His hand wanders a little upwards now, just below the hem of your dress but nothing more. “You were probably too much of a distraction. It’s even hard for me to take my eyes off you and you know I’m a man of high moral standards.”

A smirk erupts on your face.

“Since when, Sungie?”

His fingers are playing with the black material now, placing the fabric between them. For a second he is afraid you might notice how fast his heart starts beating when you use that nickname for the first time again. Hopefully, the pink layer on his squishy cheeks isn’t visible in the dim light of the bar.

And it’s the same for you—if it was anyone else touching you after a conversation that has only been going on for a few minutes, you would tell them to back off. But it’s Jisung. Your Jisung. There’s no trust that needs to be built first. Even after all these years. Jisung is the friend you come back to and it feels as if you just saw each other yesterday, all naturally.

“You got me there. But who in their right mind would reject someone as beautiful as you?”

It’s not on purpose. How would he even know? You haven’t talked in three years and he doesn’t even know that Yunho exists and all the bullshit that came with him.

“I–“

But he can sense it. It seems as if he has levelled up his charisma skills and basically perfected them within those years of disappearance. The old Jisung wouldn’t have realised when he accidentally made someone uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry. Whoever they are, they don’t deserve you, yeah?”

For some reason your brain doesn’t bring you back to your ex boyfriend but to Chan instead and maybe it’s the fervid atmosphere in here or the fact that you know that these two men don’t get along for a reason you’re not aware of, but something makes you scoot a little closer to Jisung now.

“This isn’t news for you, princess,” God, it’s been so long since you’ve heard that pet name but the melody of his voice sounds exactly the same as it used to, “but you know that in a room full of the most beautiful people on this planet, I’d always choose you.”

You can’t quite tell if that’s the Jisung that’s been hiding behind the college boy—which catapults you back into a hopeless spiral of delusion thinking he returns your feelings—or if this is just his new strategy to get under skirts.

“Ji– don’t make me shy.”

He laughs, letting his head fall down before he brings his gaze up towards you again. As his eyes are focused on your own, you feel his hand slowly travel upwards, disappearing underneath your black dress.

“No, I remember you not being shy at all,” he says, clicking his tongue. “That’s definitely not an attribute that suits you—at least not in private.”

Wanting to prove the point he just made, Jisung bends a little forward, trying to hide your figure with his own body as much as possible. You could swear his shoulders are way broader than they used to be and you wonder what he’s got hiding underneath that leather jacket and v-neck shirt.

“Or do you want to contradict that, princess?”

You hastily shake your head, ironically feeling a little shy about his eagerness but you welcome it. Jisung wasn’t that much into public intimacy back then, trying to keep you for himself although he never admitted that.

But now—he’s so different but also still the same. As if that's the real him. The real Han Jisung that had been covered under oversized sweaters and secreted in his stoner room, playing video games all night long.

In college—before his dark web dealer era—there were only two drugs present in his life for him, only two addictions—weed and you. Jisung learnt how to relinquish the first but he has always known that he will never be able to live without the latter in the long run.

And you adored him back then and you still do now, you can’t deny it and you don’t even want to. Maybe that’s your reason to allow him to slip his hand under your dress completely. Without wanting to give the impression that the bar owner and you are doing something so unholy, you carefully part your legs a little, just enough to give him some room.

Jisung chuckles, pretty satisfied when he realises you’re wearing stockings instead of tights which gives him way better access to his destination. It’s as if time stood still—you can’t focus on breathing or anything right now and just pray your body functions on autopilot.

And when two of his fingers wander further until they brush your pretty much soaked panties, you know you won’t be able to hold back any longer.

The slightest touch makes you quiver—you can’t even imagine what his tongue might do to you.

“Still so responsive, just how I like it,” he whispers in your ear. His lips come to touch, placing soft kisses on your skin in the same rhythm as his motions between your thighs.

Jisung’s eyes find yours and they look drunk in lust, even darker than usual. He’s still playing with the fabric covering your wetness, teasing you endlessly.

“May I?” he finally asks and you nod as if you’ve just desperately been waiting for those words to spill from his beautiful lips.

In an instant, Jisung slightly pushes your laces aside, finding your sensitive nub without any effort. Slow, steady circles start spreading the intense sensation through your whole body.

Your first moan slips out. Right there in public. In a crowded, posh bar. Drowned out as your mouth is touching his neck. Who would have thought that the night would end like this?

And Jisung isn’t less responsive than you—especially when you start kissing his neck, making sure to draw the prettiest patterns on there.

Fuck.

He’s underestimated this whole situation big time.

Both physically and mentally.

He’s convinced if he doesn’t stop soon he won’t be able to hold back anymore and you’re way too precious to be taken in some bathroom stall in this bar.

Besides that, he can’t just fuck you without talking to you at least a little more. It’s been three years. Three years of avoiding you out of shame and searching for you out of desperation.

So, he pulls away, earning a small whine from you that gets pressed against his marked skin.

“You wanna come home with me? We have lots to catch up on and I think it’s a little too crowded and loud here for two introverts like us. Don’t you think, princess?”

💊

The leather seats in the cab feel a little cold against the back of your thighs, but you don’t mind. It’s comfortably warm inside the vehicle and Jisung told you it won’t take long to get to his apartment.

You’ve actually expected him to devour you right here, in the backseat of this car but you suppose he’s either still a little too shy for that or it's part of his teasing. He’s so unpredictable and that’s what you’ve always loved the most about him. You feel connected, you know that he understands you on that level.

“Thanks, Ardian,” Jisung speaks to the cab driver once he hits the brakes and comes to a halt in front of a modern building.

The man next to you leaves the car first just to walk around it and open the door for you, as he reaches for your hand to help you get out of it.

“You know each other by name?”

Jisung leads the way inside the enormous building and guides you towards the elevator.

“He’s my personal driver,” he says, pushing the button with the number 25. “We met some years ago in Tirana.”

“You were on a trip in Albania?”

“I used to live there for some time,” Jisung says, taking your hand again and walking out of the elevator with you once you’ve reached the highest level of the building.

“How come?”

He hesitates for a second.

“For work reasons.”

Once you’ve made it to the only door of the corridor—which makes you wonder why there’s such a long hallway in the first place if he’s living in a penthouse—Jisung types in the code and opens the front door for you, gesturing you to enter first.

And when you step into his monstrously big apartment, your mouth falls agape—luxury goods trailing as far as your eyes can see. A pitch-black bar with all the possible variations of alcohol there is, a golden chandelier hanging on the ceiling, marble floor that carries your feet and a huge velvety sofa (of course in an emerald shade) that welcomes you to sit down.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N. I’m glad you decided to enter the bar,” Jisung says, placing his hand on your lower back but staying respectful. He gestures to you to take a seat on the couch and you do as you’re told.

“I’m glad, too.”

He stands in front of the bar now, grabbing two glasses that reflect the chandelier’s light as if they were diamonds.

“What would you like to drink?”

If you’re honest, you’ve had enough alcohol for the night even though this might sound unbelievable. That’s why you ask him for water and Jisung copies that idea for himself.

While your old friend is busy pouring the extravagant drinks into the glasses, you check your phone for a second. Your heart almost sinks to your feet, when you realise you’ve forgotten about one important thing and get reminded of it when you read the message you received.

[Channie 03:04]: Y/N??? are you back home??

Fuck. You make sure to quickly type something. Honestly, you feel a little bad for lying but you're safe with Jisung and deep down he feels like home to you so in some way you’re telling the truth.

[You 03:17]: sorry, forgot to text you. i’m back home channie, see you soon, good night ❤️

And then something clicking hits you—Chan is still up. Mia has probably long gone to sleep, you’re sure. You wonder if he’s been awake because you haven’t texted yet but then again, that boy has severe insomnia issues and you should stop believing you’re the main character and search where you put those anti-delulu pills again.

[Channie 03:18]: sweet dreams, Y/N ❤️

You smile, before you put your phone back into your tiny bag.

Jisung sinks down right beside you as he hands you one of the glasses. The water running down your throat revitalises you, the cold temperatures making you a little more awake.

“What an honour to be in your fancy apartment, Jisung,” you say.

And then you wonder—what happened to the shy college boy that used to hide in his room? So, for that matter your impulsive nature takes over you and you can’t keep your question a secret.

“Do you often invite women here that you pick up at bars?”

Jisung chuckles, catching his lower lip between his teeth and for some stupid reason this look makes your heart race a little.

“No, I bring them to hotels for that. But you’re a special one, you know?”

Jisung simply knows he can trust you. And now that you’re back in his life, he won’t let you slip through his fingers again. Although, he’s scared to death to tell you the truth—explaining how he made all the money to purchase all the pretty glitter in here. You must wonder how one can earn so much within a few years.

Well, you do know that he’s selling drugs and all. But back in college that wasn’t enough to become rich. Like, actually rich. He was able to pay the bills with that, his student loan and a little more but that was all.

And, yes, you have indeed been wondering since you put your feet inside this breathtaking penthouse. Your ideas are running free but you’re not connecting the dots as much. You believe. Although your thoughts and words have figured out what you haven’t yet.

The neurodivergent urge of oversharing and talking without thinking beforehand overtakes you then, as you start speaking out loud what your brain is telling you.

“This will sound absolutely dumb and please keep in mind that Gahyeon reads too many dark romance books and constantly annoys me with the details and all but– woah, your apartment looks exactly what I imagine the secret headquarters of a mafia boss would look like.”

You take a closer look at all the prestigious decorations around here—pure gold and diamonds, hidden behind a glass wall, their only purpose is to impress guests.

Jisung is still right beside you but when you turn around towards him to get a closer look of his facial expressions, his whole aura seems frozen, paralysed even. As if he’s zoning out, as if you’ve triggered panic to rush out of his body like lava erupting out of a volcano.

“Sungie?”

You scoot a little closer to him, analysing his features. He seems anxious, clearly, but also both regretful and ashamed.

Another few seconds and a reassuring smile from you later, he takes a deep breath until he’s gathered enough courage to speak.

“Y/N… please don’t freak out, yeah?”

Jisung looks down to his hands lying in his lap first, before he focuses on you. There’s no sign of any fear in your beautiful eyes—whereas his own seem glassy, as if he’s at the verge of shedding tears.

Another deep breath. And another one. Until he finally continues.

“I-I won’t hurt y-you, I promise.”

It shreds your heart into a thousand tiny pieces that Jisung believes you think he would harm you.

Of course, you need a second or even a minute to get what he means—your lighthearted assumptions equal reality. Even once it clicks in your head—somewhat—you still have to make sure you understood him correctly.

“So… you’re an actual… mafia boss?”

What are you, Y/N? The main character in some shitty Jungkook fanfiction on Wattpad?

“Well, it’s more of a… criminal gang, I would say.”

“Ah, okay.”

That’s a lot to process but then again, he was a successful drug dealer on the dark web back then. The fact he expanded his business isn’t surprising. Although, you are impressed how fast he achieved that much.

“You’re… not surprised or disappointed or… disgusted?”

Suddenly he’s so small. He’s the same college boy again, the one that shyly invited you to his room and impressed you with his rolling skills, sharing even his last joint just to spend some time together and admire the way your eyes turn into crescents when you laugh about one of his jokes.

“Why would I?”

Of course, if it was anyone else you would freak at the spot and call the police.

But it’s Jisung. Your Jisung.

You’re not romanticising anything but for some reason you have a little empathy for his whole situation and you know there’s an explanation what made him this way.

“I’m– a criminal.”

No one is born a villain. People are shaped this way.

Doing illegal stuff was never about money for Jisung—it has been his way to gain back control others took from him. He had to fill the void. Had to get his dopamine from somewhere and when using drugs was beyond question he decided to start selling them instead.

You’re the only one Jisung has ever talked to about his mental issues to an extent like this. Social anxiety caused by constant bullying throughout his whole academic career, PTSD due to growing up in a household that made him feel unloved every second of his childhood and constantly having everyone turn their backs against him—specifically the people he trusted the most. He’s especially developed a bad relationship with women—mainly due to the absence of his own mother, leaving him out of nowhere at a young age.

That’s a lot for one person. Particularly, if you’re sensitive. You know how it feels.

If you were diagnosed with ADHD earlier, a lot of side effects such as depression and anxiety issues would have been spared because you would have known why you’re so different. Sometimes that’s enough to make you feel better. Simply have an explanation for being the way you are and moving on with your day—because it makes you feel less weird and turns the disadvantages into superpowers when you actually know how to handle yourself.

And all Jisung has ever needed was a hug, a shoulder to cry on, someone who listens to him—you’re the only one that could ever provide him that. Until you kissed Chan that night and ended things with Jisung. The younger one thought that you finally came to the realisation that he’s not good enough, but your broad, athletic other roommate is.

God, if you just told Jisung back then that you ended your arrangement because you were afraid of falling in love. Which was too late anyway.

“You already did… dubious things back then,” you continue, “I did things that could get me in jail, too, as you know. I’m not here to judge. I’m not justifying anything you do, but emotionally I get what you’ve been through and what made you this way.”

You will always be able to see through the veil, through the thick shell he has built around himself. You will always search for the good inside every human being, no matter how deep inside one’s soul it slumbers.

He’s Jisung after all. Your Jisung.

“I-I don’t even deserve one word that you say…”

“Sungie, listen to me. Things happened. Things are what they are now. The only thing that matters to me is that we found each other again. Let’s start again from here.”

Jisung looks up at you now, finding your gaze. His eyes are still very much glassy but he’s not close to tears anymore.

“You’re not even mad I disappeared?”

You have been sad about it, of course. You haven’t heard from one of your closest friends for three years but then again—the two of you already drifted apart a few months prior to his leaving and you have tried to not take it personally.

Thinking that he got his reasons which were not connected to you made you withstand all the anger that would have usually seethed in your stomach.

That’s something you learnt a long time ago in therapy. You’re not the main character in anybody else’s life. If someone (un)intentionally does harm to you, it speaks more about themselves than you. We all have our factors and circumstances that lead us to making mistakes.

“I bet you had your reasons and once you’re ready you can tell me about it. I will listen and try to understand.”

Empathy has always been your biggest strength—that’s one of the many reasons that made Jisung fall in love with you, still relevant until this day.

“I-I’m in therapy by the way. I started like a year ago and it has helped me so far.”

He’s probably the first villain that voluntarily seeks mental health advice—which promotes his versatility again.

“I’m happy to hear that, Sungie.”

It also makes you feel a little safer. Of course, you’re not scared of Jisung but maybe some things he does could change your mind—although you doubt it—but you’re sure he’ll tell you more about it.

“Do you… have any… questions?”

Is he reading your mind now?

You do have a few. But you’re also afraid of crossing boundaries so soon. Jisung must trust you a lot to just share all of this. Even the fact he brought you to his apartment is proof of how important you still are to him.

So, not wanting him to get scared and all small again, you decide to ask about some little detail first that caught your attention.

“I’m interested in your… gang history. I was wondering if green is like your official colour. I’ve noticed many green accents around the apartment and in the bar as well.”

You make it sound as if Jisung is a member of a kpop-group. Official colour. You mean the colour that they identify themselves with and that makes other gangs recognise them.

“Yeah, it is,” he says, taking a sip from his water.

“Why green though?”

Jisung chuckles. There is an explanation. But he can’t tell you this. It would make him look crazily obsessed. Well, he is crazily obsessed with you—has been since you moved in as his roommate—but he can’t admit yet that he chose this colour because he remembers it being your favourite.

So, a funny excuse should be enough for now.

“You know how companies use colours like green to come off more eco-friendly?”

A giggle escapes your lips.

“You’re greenwashing your… criminal gang?”

“We may be criminals but at least we care about our ecological footprint and climate change,” Jisung adds, joining you by laughing along. “Anything else?”

You think for a second. There are still a few unanswered questions. But you’ll stick with the easier ones for now, approaching the harsh topics cautiously.

“Does your gang have a name?”

He rolls up his leather jacket sleeve then, revealing another tattoo in bold letters.

“Levanter. It’s a wind in the mediterranean region.”

Underneath is a little map, a small heart where you assume Tirana to be.

“Ah, okay. And… what do you do in general? I have like zero knowledge about this gang or mafia thing.”

Maybe that’s a good way to approach things.

“Oh, a lot. Mostly anything that involves drugs.”

“Still weed and MDMA as you used to in college with J.drugs?”

You often think about the stupid name your friend chose for his business on the dark web. It’s unbelievable for you that he has never been caught.

“We upgraded to cocaine. That’s what we mainly sell.”

“Are you… using too?”

“No, no. I just drink alcohol occasionally and smoke cigarettes from time to time but nothing more. I work the best when I’m sober.”

He’s had this type of work ethic since back then. But you know for a fact that Jisung chose the responsible way, knowing he’s more predestined to develop addictions with his mental health history.

“Yeah…” you pause for a second. “What else?”

“Robberies, money laundering, blackmailing.”

He throws all those nouns in the room as if he’s talking about a mundane office job.

There are two things on your mind that you connect to gang affairs but you’re afraid that in case they apply to Levanter, it will make you see Jisung in a different light. You’ve got tolerance for getting into dealing and even blackmailing—at least you can excuse it a little when it comes to your friend—but two horrible pictures in your mind make your head a little dizzy. That’s where you would draw the line.

Your heart beats out of your chest but you have to.

“Do you do… sex trafficking too?”

His face falls, eyebrows scrunched, as if he’s in shock that you’re even assuming something like this.

“God, no. I’m not a monster.”

Your visage softens, heart still beating as fast as lightning speed but you feel more than relieved now.

Although…

One question left that would make you leave in an instant.

“Have you–“

You stop yourself. The slight chance that he’s gone that far to get what he wants keeps crossing your mind. Suddenly, you feel a little overwhelmed.

“Yeah? I bet I know what you’re about so say anyway, don’t be scared, princess.”

A deep breath. Closing your eyes. Another deep breath. Opening them again.

“Have you ever… killed someone?”

“Please… of course not.”

He takes a sip from his glass and he looks so ethereal doing it.

“I have people who do that for me.”

Your face paralyses. When Jisung sees the shock in your eyes, he backpedals immediately.

“I’m joking, princess. There were some fights between my members and rival gangs that ended very badly but nothing was ever related to actual murder.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“If you feel uncomfortable being around me, tell me, yeah? I will bring you home immediately.”

It’s hard to imagine that he’s been involved in violence. Well, his members were. Whoever they are.

“No, no. I’m okay. Really. It’s just a lot to process but I feel safe around you.”

He chuckles, as if he’s surprised you’re still sitting on the sofa next to him and haven’t called the cops yet.

“That is… impressive, I must say,” Jisung adds.

“I have always felt safe around you, Sungie.”

After all, throughout your whole life you have been more comfortable with chaos. That’s just how you are. It’s toxic, for sure. But it makes you feel alive.

“Me, too.”

Your glass gets filled with more water, as you attentively watch the liquid splash into it.

“Another question?”

There’s another thing that you’ve noticed. Nothing deep, but it made you curious.

God, when you look at those tattoos you’re completely hypnotised all over again. Those pretty drawings on his beautiful sun-kissed skin, they make you wonder what he’s got hiding underneath—how much he’s changed since you touched him the last time.

“Those tattoes on your neck, under your ear…”

“It’s Virgo, my zodiac sign.”

“I know what your sign is, Sungie. I mean the other one,” you say, grazing over the playing card.

Jisung feels his heartbeat increasing, when your fingers hover over his skin.

“Oh, it’s a club’s ace,” he says.

“Ace because… you’re good at everything?”

“Correct.”

“Why clubs?”

“It’s the highest colour in a game I used to play when I was younger and it looks a little like a cross. I just like it,” Jisung explains.

“Fair enough.”

Tattoos don’t necessarily need a deep meaning. He looks fucking hot with them nonetheless.

“You know what would look good on your neck? Apart from my hands, of course.”

Fuck. It’s almost embarrassing but the way he just casually adds the second sentence lets arousal rush down to your core. You’re doomed. How on earth is Jisung capable of creating the atmosphere the two of you experienced back in the bar with just a few words?

You’re so caught in your own thoughts, that you don’t notice Jisung getting up from his seat and walking towards a dresser that’s located at the other side of the spacious living room. You hear him open one of the drawers and close it shortly after.

With slow strides he approaches you again and sinks down next to you. In his hands is a forest green box, probably containing some sort of accessory piece. Jisung opens the dice-shaped object, revealing the most beautiful necklace you have ever laid your eyes on.

He carefully picks the emerald stone attached to a silver chain out, before he wraps his arms around your neck. Jisung secures the clasp behind you and softly lets the necklace fall down to your skin.

“You look absolutely beautiful. The colour fits you perfectly,” he says, admiring the gemstone.

“What type of jewel is this?”

“A jade stone or, to be more precise, a nephrite.”

You cautiously let your fingers graze the shimmering brilliant, admiring the way it sparkles on your skin.

“Does this… make me a part of your gang now or what?”

Jisung places his hands on your upper thighs again, just like he did some hours ago. Goosebumps immediately erupt on your skin and you can feel the temperature rising from this slightest touch.

“Not necessarily,” he says, his voice a little deeper and quieter now. “It just shows that you belong to me, that’s all.”

Fuck.

You’re instantly under his spell. That’s the effect he has on you—the effect he’s always had, even back then. You don’t even know why, maybe it’s the combination of utmost trust and that you’re able to identify with each other’s personalities and sorrows. As if crossing paths was meant to be.

“Y/N?”

Jisung’s movements—playing with the hem of your dress once again—come to a halt and you can see there’s something on his mind. Something that he has to clear up first.

“I regret practically going under your skirt without even asking how you’ve been…”

God. Your stupid little heart can’t take it. It’s not surprising that you allowed Jisung to pleasure you in public after what felt like a minute long conversation. It’s not the first time he’s touched your body and definitely not your heart either.

“I like this new Jisung, don’t worry. Besides that, I’m feeling pretty great around you. I know that neither of us value smalltalk that much and we can catch up later. We already did that now anyway.”

He chuckles and feels a little relieved. The last thing he wants is for you to think that he just treats you like all the other women he’s been with these past few years—Jisung is quite known in his bar for picking up someone every now and then but something serious has never developed out of any of those encounters.

“Baby,” he begins again and his hand finally slides further upwards, disappearing under your outfit, “the way you were sitting there in your skimpy dress… I was dangerously close to fucking you right on that sofa.”

Just with a quick glance from his dark eyes through those thick lashes is enough to make you practically crumble underneath him. It’s unbelievable how the feeling of his hands slightly brushing against your panties—once again pretty much soaked—had such an enormous effect on you.

You’re on the verge of going feral, ready to allow him to do whatever he wants to you. Make up for the times you’ve missed because of being a fucking coward.

“You’d like that, don’t you?”

Jisung’s fingers are back where they were—hidden underneath your lingerie, playing with your sensitive nub and all you can do is whimper and unintentionally close your eyes.

“Look at me,” he says as he catches your face with his other hand, your cheeks being squished between his thumb and index finger.

“Does the idea arouse you, baby? Me fucking you in front of other people to show that you’re a slut only for me?”

“Fuck, yes–“ your cry out, whilst Jisung helps you onto his lap. Those sensual motions continue and the palms of your hands meet his shoulders for better stability.

Now slowly grinding over his fingers, he watches you practically do all the work. God, you look so alluring like this, so divine. As if you’re part of a dream—not that unrealistic since you appear in his nightly fantasies quite often.

But you’re here now. Actually here. Sitting on his lap. Moaning his name. And most importantly for his stupid little heart—accepting him the way he is even after all this time.

“Sungie… you’re so good at this.”

It’s cute. The way you’re praising him for not even doing that much but it’s been the same since back then. Jisung just knows what buttons to push, which parts of your skin to touch in order to ruin you completely. As if your bodies are meant for each other.

Suddenly, he slips two of his fingers into your aching hole, ready to stretch you open for what he’s got planned with you. You gasp, lips staying parted as another whimper echoes through the room.

“Just like that, princess. Always so responsive and obedient.”

Jisung keeps his eyes focused on your face, a layer of sweat is already decorating your forehead and he absolutely adores the view of you right now. Fucked-out just from his fingers. Only for him. Your lower stomach is both filled with butterflies and that sensation of liquid electricity—a rope tightening so close it’s threatening to snap.

“Wanted this for so long, Sungie.”

It’s pathetic but he could seriously cum untouched whenever you use that nickname again. He’s never allowed anyone to call him by it, usually letting others refer to him as just Jisung or his family name. But it makes you seem so adorable, almost innocent which makes him want to ruin you more.

Almost ironic—considering that in your college days you used to be the one with a lot of more experience. Maybe, regarding the quantity of partners, it’s the other way around now but touching you again after three years makes Jisung feel like a virgin again.

Squelching sounds echo through the living space and you would completely lose your mind if you were able to see Jisung’s face right now—the evilest smirk erupting right there which should convince you at the latest now that he fits the role as the villain perfectly.

God, why do you always have to fall for the guys that are no good for you?

But you don’t care—not when he’s knuckles deep inside your aching cunt, spreading your walls so nicely you’ve turned into a whimpering mess minutes ago. And then, when he curls his fingers and reaches that very specific spot inside you, you can’t help yourself no more.

“Sung–“

“Cum for me, baby, go on. Be a fucking good girl, yeah?”

That’s when you come undone for the first time that night—your walls spasm around his fingers as your whole body shakes and you feel a stinging pain from biting into your lower lip

He pulls out, accidentally brushing over your swollen clit with his slick-coated fingers and you once again let out another one of those whiny sounds.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, princess.”

And faster than you’re able to realise, you find yourself on top of the silk duvets in his huge bedroom, dress and lingerie discarded somewhere on the floor and legs spread for your once best friend. The necklace stays on throughout all the scenes, reminding you who’s making you feel that good.

Jisung’s mission is simple—making you cum again and again until you’re totally fucked out but judging the way how easily you react to him it won’t take him that long to accomplish his goal.

He hovers with his face over your bare pussy, taking in your scents as if you’re a meal he is about to devour and it feels exactly like this, once his tongue collides with your clit—still a little bit overstimulated from the prior contact but you don’t mind at all.

“You taste so fucking good, princess.”

Although you’re wetter than you’ve ever been in your life, Jisung lets a string of saliva hit your exposed folds, basically drooling all over your pussy. He has always preferred the messier side—just like back then.

“You’re so perfect,” he compliments you in between making out with your clit and catching some air.

“You deserve to be absolutely adored and fucked until you can’t walk no more.”

“Fuck– Sungie–“

Without a doubt Jisung has been the best partner you’ve ever had in bed. He has always known how to pleasure you, make you curl your toes and drown in your own whimpers with just a few touches.

Mostly, because he’s so versatile. Unpredictable. His stamina is impressive and the unholy words he whispers in your ear while inches deep inside your cunt have always made you reach your climax on the spot.

It’s always been more than just sex. Apart from the feelings you (have) had for him—fucking Jisung is on a whole nother level. Physically. Mentally. Spiritually. Absolutely hypnotising.

Just like right now—while his tongue is flicking over your clit, one of his hands is busy massaging one of your tits and three of his fingers of the other one are back inside you again. Thrusting motions make sure you’re prepared for the next step but the man between your thighs will make sure to let you come undone first for another time.

Although it’s hard—literally—for him to withstand pulling his pants down and starting to pound into you. But he wants to make sure you’re completely under his spell first, his goal of you forgetting everything except his name being within reach.

“Jisung– right there.”

He’s curling his fingers, mischevious smirk right against your wet folds as his tongue works wonders, stimulating your clit as the overwhelming sensation spreads through your whole body, pleasure being sent through your veins like electricity again.

“Give me another, princess, and I will fuck you, yeah?”

You whimper, nodding hastily as you part your legs even further as if you’re on autopilot. The silky sheets creasing underneath you since you’re gripping them so much.

“Fuck–“ you cry out when that ecstatic feeling takes over you a second time, blinding your vision with the prettiest stars out there.

Jisung helps you ride out your high, before he pulls his fingers out and licks them and your pussy clean from all your juices.

“Can y-you fuck me, please?”

The black haired just chuckles as he admires your beautiful body and the begging look you have just for him.

“I will, princess.”

In an instant, he gets rid of all of his clothings—leather jacket, shirt and pants landing somewhere where your dress and lingerie must be lying. His boxers pool around his ankles a second later, revealing his hardened length, its head prettily covered in precum and you can tell that Jisung has been dying to slide into your cunt.

You take in the look of his upper body now—muscles more prominent than back then, strong arms and a firm chest, his whole skin enveloped in tattoos.

He positions himself between your legs again, but this time he’s on eye level with you. While simultaneously teasing your sensitive bud with his leaking tip, Jisung catches your lips with his own, sealing them with the most passionate kiss you’ve experienced in a while.

“You ready, baby?”

“Always,” is all he needs to hear before he aligns his length with your glistening hole, pushing just a few centimetres in at first.

Unbelievable—your walls immediately clench around him and suck him in, as if your cunt has been waiting for this moment for years which is not a lie at all. Jisung fits into you perfectly, reaching that certain spot easily while bottoming you out effortlessly.

He starts thrusting into you then, keeping a steady rhythm. His cock is disappearing inside you so beautifully, you can’t take your eyes off the spot where your bodies connect—the pretty bulge catching your whole attention.

Your lips are attached to his neck, lingering over the pretty tattoes and you make sure to add some little artwork of your own on there—the most beautiful marks will show everyone who’s made Jisung feel so good and they work well together with the green gemstone around your neck.

By now, you’re a moaning mess underneath him, your hands tugging at his long black strands as Jisung makes sure to place a kiss on your lips from time to time—so soft and totally opposite to the way he’s roughly rutting into you.

“You’ve always been such a slut for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, unable to form any coherent word by now. Your mind is possessed by one thought and one thought only—the feeling of Jisung stuffing you full of his cock, filling you so deliciously you’re embarrassingly close to your third climax of the night.

And, of course, Jisung senses it. He knows your body better than you do.

“Come on, give me one last one,” he whispers into your ears.

“I– Fuck–“

“You can do it, baby. Be a good girl for me, will you?”

For a moment you believe you’ve fainted but it’s just the effect Jisung has on you—everything fades out and becomes irrelevant when that feeling of pure ecstasy is ruling over you body again. His name leaves your lips like a mantra, as if it’s the only two syllables you’ve ever known and Jisung is glad to live in this penthouse alone, a little scared his neighbours will file a complaint tomorrow.

But that’s in the back of his head—for now he’s dangerously close to feeling that utmost pleasure taking over him and you can sense it too judging the way his movements get messier, his skin glistening in a thin layer of sweat and his grunts increasing their volume by a thousand levels.

“Where do you want me to cum, princess? The usual, hm?”

He’s rushed, knowing it’s just a matter of seconds probably that he will cover you in his cum. You hastily nod, unable to withstand any impatience. He knows what you prefer, after all.

Jisung pulls out of you abruptly, gesturing you to sit on your knees and sink down until your ass crashes onto your calves.

A few last strokes make him whimper so prettily, so different to his dominant aura that filled the room mere seconds ago and when you obediently stick your tongue out for him, Jisung spills his seeds all over your face. A few white spurts land on your tits, too, and he admires the alluring view that is dedicated to him and him only.

“Fuck, not gonna lie, this is the most beautiful you’ve ever been and you’re always astonishing, princess.”

Only giggles make it out of your mouth and time flies by, when Jisung takes care of your limp body—a wet warm towel cleans you first so carefully, before he puts you into some of his clothes and tucks you under the silky blanket.

“Hey, Y/N?”

Jisung is dressed in some sleepwear as well, crawling under the covers next to you.

“Yeah?”

He’s still a little overwhelmed. But he believes in destiny and he can’t let that moment slip like he did back then—it’s been only a few hours and one godly night spent together but he’d rather regret something he did then grief over a chance he didn’t take.

“The old Jisung was a coward… if it wasn’t clear enough, I wanted to be more than just friends back then.”

You smile, still a little dizzy but you feel nothing but comfort when he lays an arm around you and pulls you closer.

“Me, too. That’s why I ended our arrangement. I was developing feelings for you,” you tell him.

Jisung’s eyes widen, mouth falling agape.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Yeah, I am,” you chuckle.

“God, baby. We could have been… all this time…”

“We’re here now, hm? We agreed on starting over, remember? Just let us do this at a slow pace and see how things go if we’re completely honest this time.”

You place a soft kiss on his lips and a smile erupts on his face.

“Let’s do it like this, princess.”

💊

“You should stop smoking, you know.”

It’s good to see Chan again after some time. Although, he’s already getting on your nerves with his medical talk. Doesn’t he have enough patients to take care of at the hospital he’s working at?

“You don’t have to tell me every time we meet up for a nice chit chat, doctor.”

Chan hates it when you call him by his job title and that’s why you use that word whenever he annoys you.

A fresh spring breeze hits your face, cooling your skin pleasantly. You’re glad Chan’s apartment has a huge balcony, it’s comfy sitting outside with your friend, having a late afternoon beer and just talking about life—or the decrease of your lung function.

“I just care about you, Y/N. A lot, okay?”

Stop it, Chan. He’s getting under your skin again with the bare fucking minimum. It’s ridiculous. Although Jisung has been occupying, almost reigning your mind since you accidentally met, your curly haired friend is still very much present there as well—defending his longtime throne. Well, the idea of him and your crush on him, not the actual Chan.

The actual Chan is engaged with the most perfect fiancée one can have—who is currently at work on this Wednesday afternoon. Mia is so amazing that although you are very much jealous of her for obvious reasons, you can’t hate her. She’s a good friend of yours and she values you as well.

That’s the next problem—you’re kinda helping the couple with a few things revolving around their wedding which is going to be in late October. Still half a year is left but the two of them have already reached the finish line of their stress levels—understandably if you work full time as either a doctor or a psychiatrist—so they’re more than thankful to have you.

You stub out your finished cigarette, letting it fall into the ashtray, as you watch Chan take another sip from his beer. God, why does he look so hot just gulping down some booze?

“Anything new? Have you applied for any more jobs?”

You nod, “Yeah, a few. Let’s see how it’ll go.”

“Have you heard some more if they… dropped the case?”

You’ve expected the pharmacy you’ve worked at to file a lawsuit because of the meds that got stolen. But they didn’t come that far since there was lack of evidence.

“I’m pretty sure. There was no proof anyway. Who would have thought that there is nothing to find considering I am innocent? I bet it was the boss’s daughter because there must be something on those security cameras.”

Chan shakes his head. He puts away the empty bottles and places two new ones on the table. Grabbing your lighter, he opens them.

“Hey, can’t you use, like, a bottle opener or something?”

“It was easier and faster this way.”

“Well, wouldn’t have been possible if I wasn’t smoking cigarettes, right, doctor?”

Chan rolls his eyes before gulping down half of the drink. The beer lands on the wooden table with a loud thud.

Watching his every move, your thoughts keep drifting away. God, those pretty hands and his veins practically popping out of his strong arms.

And then, suddenly, your storming brain does a turn in topics to think about and you’re back at your stoner friend turned stranger turned mafia boss.

These past days you’ve contemplated a lot if you should tell Chan about it—obviously not the whole criminal gang thing since you’re keeping a secret here but the fact that you’re back in touch with him. Quite literally.

“What goes on in your distracted head, angel?”

Sometimes it’s weird. Well, not for you since you can categorise pet names as a platonic thing as well but from what Mia told you, you know that she views flirting and anything connected to it as crossing boundaries.

But then again—Chan has already called you an angel before he even knew that Mia exists. It must be very much platonic after all. Sometimes you believe that he thinks of you as a younger sibling and you’re sure even if he was single, you would be as deep in the friendzone as you are now.

But… yeah. Chan asked you something. Time to answer, Y/N.

“I… ran into Jisung the other day.”

There’s a look on Chan’s face that you can’t define—as if there are a few emotions at once but also no emotion at all.

“Oh. That’s surprising. How’s he doing? Does he still live in this city?”

“He’s fine, he’s fine,” you continue. “He has been back for a few months. He used to live in Albania those past years. We actually met a few times since then and… yeah.”

You can’t believe that Jisung invited you over to his place three days in a row but when you get reminded of how sore your muscles feel from all the hours he’s spent fucking into you, your head almost crashing into the headboard of his bed, you are aware that this is indeed not a dream.

Chan raises one of his eyebrows.

“And what?”

You chuckle, hoping your little bit of embarrassment isn’t visible.

“We kinda… have a thing going on, I guess,” you admit.

You don't even know why you tell him that. Well, Chan and you are very transparent when it comes to anything related to romance and sex, which is another clue that you might be in the friendzone. Otherwise he wouldn’t have taken that online BDSM test with the green to red scale with you. He must view you in such a platonic light that it’s easy for him to talk about his desires like that.

“Something serious?”

It’s a little sudden but then again, you navigated the conversation this way.

“I think so… we’re not a couple but it’s possible that we might become one in the future, you know? It’s just been some days, so I can’t determine yet what this relationship is.”

That’s not a lie. Jisung and you might have skipped a few stages since you both have a stable base to begin with that is still present even after his three years absence. But, as mentioned, you agreed on taking things slowly, not wanting to rush anything. He’s not your boyfriend yet and you’re still a little confused with having Chan occupying your mind but for once you’re trying to just let things flow naturally.

“Be careful, Y/N. You never know what he’s up to,” Chan says, keeping a focused look on his face, his eyes meeting your own. “The fact that he suddenly ran away three years ago is a red flag that you should keep in mind. Among other things.”

You scoff, before drinking a little from your beer. Maybe a little too much, when you notice the bottle is half empty when it meets the table again.

“He’s not a red flag.”

You are aware of at least ten things connected to Han Jisung that could classify him the CEO of red flags but Chan doesn’t know about any of them.

Except for one. He knows that Jisung was selling drugs back in college but that’s all there is. Although for someone like Chan this seems to be a reason enough to have prejudices.

Well.

Fairly speaking—that can definitely be considered a deal breaker, pun intended. Especially if you have high moral standards like Chan. However, Jisung was his best friend back then as well. Chan has never complained about Jisung’s side business in college, not even after his disappearance. He simply has stopped talking about it since your friend group reduced from a trio to a duo.

Sometimes it annoys you that Chan always has to be the good guy. The one that wants to protect you from all evil. He’s not necessarily like Yunho—because your best friend isn’t boring—but you’d like to see him carrying an ounce of risk and carelessness for once.

Do something without thinking about morality. Do something he will regret later. Just do something out of the box, something that isn't so predictable.

But you’re not surprised. He’s a doctor after all.

Great. You’ve got a crush on one guy that saves lives and on another one that destroys them.

They’re like angel and devil sitting on your shoulders.

“I mean, Y/N,” Chan starts again, “be honest. What do you see in him?”

You take a deep breath, searching around for your words.

“Everything that you can’t see,” you tell him.

You honestly don’t get why Chan is like this again. Why does he have to have an opinion about every man you’ve ever dated? It’s just a matter of time that he will bake a cake again with the inscription ‘I made you an appointment at an eye specialist because apparently you are colour blind’ with the red flag emoji attached to it.

“What do you see in Mia?”

The second part is unfair—Chan’s fiancée has been nothing but kind to you over all these years.

Possibly, because he hasn’t told her about the drunk kiss with you that happened while they were already a couple. Yes, Chan and you kissed twice—during or at the end of your arrangement with Jisung and the last time was on Chan’s birthday one and a half years ago when you were once again separated from Yunho.

Chan is aware of your crush on him. He must be. You’re not necessarily good at hiding it. That’s why he’s not surprised about that gibe. He simply chooses to ignore it and doesn’t read that much into it, you assume.

“He’s a drug dealer… and an addict.”

The second part is unfair—Jisung has always been very responsible when it comes to using drugs.

Due to his mental health issues and a bad time during his last year in highschool when he almost lost control because of ketamine—he has always known that he is more likely to develop an addiction. And especially once he started selling, he quit completely.

“He’s not an addict.”

“That’s what I would say if I was an addict,” Chan provokes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. That firm chest that is very much visible through the black tight shirt he is wearing.

“What’s your point, Chan?”

“I’m just trying to tell you to be a bit more… careful. You don’t know what that guy is up to,” he explains.

“Oh, but you know all of a sudden? If I remember correctly you haven’t spoken in over three years.”

He puts the empty bottles away, handing you both new ones again. This time you don’t say anything against him using your lighter, but you drown half of the liquid within seconds.

“We have our reasons and differences,” Chan says, avoiding your eyes and keeping them fixated on his beer instead.

“Doesn’t matter. Besides that– why do you care anyway? I’m finally getting over Yunho and found someone that seems as if he is actually interested in me. You have your own relationship to take care of and a wedding to plan anyway.”

Three more sips. Chan copies your actions as if he wants to finish his beer faster than you.

“Speaking of that,” you continue, the bottle still in your hand and Chan watches the way your pretty fingers are clinging to the glass, “the wedding planner called me, they were asking which fabric you want for the tablecloths.”

Another sip. Almost empty.

“Cancel the appointment,” Chan says suddenly.

“Why? Did you guys find a better company? I can do that, that’s what best friends are–“

“I’m getting second guesses.”

It’s not surprising. It’s only a few more months until the big day and organising all this while working one of the hardest jobs out there full time would bring anyone to their limits.

“That’s normal. You’re in a lot of stress, doctor. Planning a wedding isn’t easy but that’s why I’m here to help. We can find a fitting fabric for the tableclothes and a better company that–“

“Not because of the fucking decor,” he practically spits his words. Chan doesn’t want to come off as harsh but then again you hit a raw nerve and he’s had nearly three beers in a way too short span of time.

“I’m getting second guesses about the wedding itself.”

Oh. Oh.

“I– how come?”

Your voice is so small for many reasons.

It’s not easy hearing your best friend contemplating such a huge life choice—the thing he has wanted the most for the longest. Right in front of his eyes. But he doesn’t want to catch it.

But you’re also…

No. You can’t actually think that.

It’s too egoistic to believe he’s got those second guesses because of you.

Painful. It’s fucking painful to still have a crush on Chan and watch him get married. You shouldn’t feel joy because he suddenly doesn’t want to anymore.

Or, correction. He suddenly isn’t as sure anymore as he should be.

“It’s…” he takes a deep breath. Chan closes his eyes just to open them again a few seconds later.

“I think…”

Chan. You can do it.

He reaches for your hand out of a sudden. Squeezing it tight as if he’s afraid you might run away, never return and he will lose you.

And then he speaks again.

“I– I think I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

What are you?

The main character?

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The club is boring tonight, to say the least. Firstly, it’s because Chan isn’t drinking with you. Usually, you two are the loudest and most annoying people when your friend group goes out clubbing just because you dance like no one’s watching and do stupid things that make you laugh. In other words, you release all the pent-up stress and don’t act your age, for a change.

Tonight, Chan is not drinking because he’s grabbed a boiling pot with his bare hands, leaving both his palms burned. They’re recovering slowly, but it’s only been ten days and he’s on meds, so he can’t drown his sorrow in alcohol. He’s been snapping at his roommates for the smallest things, and they were surprised he even wanted to join you all tonight. He did join you, but he’s been sitting by the table all night with one fist completely bandaged up and the other only partially, looking around or just staring at his phone.

The second reason why the club is boring is that no one manages to catch your attention, other than Chan. He is a friend, but so are the other guys, who are all very charming and handsome and pretty—but only he makes you feel that way, which is becoming obvious. Because of this, you’re not around him tonight, especially since you’re drinking and he’s not. You both might have a small crush on each other—more serious on your end than on his, you’re sure—but you don’t want to admit to any feelings or anything like that. 

You’re sure you will if he snaps at you while you’re drunk. You’d probably cry, too, and then it’d really be obvious. So, you resort to just standing around the bar and watching him, enjoying the fact that he wore a tank top, which reveals so much of his skin, muscled chest, and sides, the arms that you want to hold onto while he plows into your cu—

“Take a picture while you’re at it.” You’d recognize Minho’s snickering anywhere, so you scoff and shake your head at his petty little comment.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mutter back and go back to your drink. Is your crush really that obvious?

“Wait, you have a little something here,” he says and leans in, thumb swiping over the side of your chin. “Oh, it’s just the drool from all that staring.”

You swat his hand away and roll your eyes at the comment. “Ha-ha, funny.” It would be funny if it weren’t absolutely tragic.

“Just tell him. The man’s had a shitty couple of weeks, he could do with some good news.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

It’s a lie, and you both know it. Minho’s words stay with you, make you drink more, make you stare at the object of your desire longingly, wishing you had the guts to make the first move. But, the fear of rejection is too strong, probably always will be. 

And then, he texts.

Chan: this place is so boring

Chan: i’m going home

You take a while to type your response, not noticing that he’s sent something else in the meantime. You respond with “i’m coming with”, and only then realize the conversation reads:

Chan: gonna go jerk off

You: i’m coming with!

What is he going to think of this now? You feel like you want to throw up, but then again, it’s kind of funny. Chan will understand. But, he’s the only one who’s not drunk, so he might find it weird.

Minho texts, too.

Minho: when i said go for it, i didn’t mean in the group chat

Minho: either way, smart move

You go back to the conversation and realize that Chan hadn’t texted you—he’d texted the group chat, which means all your friends can see the thing you sent and made a fool out of yourself.

Jisung: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Felix: so we should stay here for at least an hour

The rest of them probably haven’t seen your embarrassment yet, but you’re sure they’ll have something stupid to say when they do. And then, Chan responds.

Chan: shut the fuck up

You’re not sure if he’s angry with you or with them, but it doesn’t sound goo. A second later, he texts you outside of the group chat.

Chan: are you going home?

And so you find yourself in the back of an Uber with him. He hasn’t said a word about the group chat. All he did was get in the car and stare through the window, chewing on his bottom lip.

“So are you really going home to jerk off?” you ask, chuckling as you remember the embarrassment from earlier. It’s awkward as hell, but it’s better to address it when you’re tipsy than tomorrow when you’re sober.

“I fucking wish,” Chan tells you, lifting both hands to remind you of the current state of his hands.

“Wait—” You gasp, realizing why he’s been so fucking snarky lately, why his fuse seems shorter than usual, why he’s been so off. “You can’t do it on your own?”

“Nope.”

“That explains why you’ve been… weird.”

“Weird?” He looks at you with a frown. “Towards you? I really didn’t mean to. I’m just… frustrated. Can’t do anything with these hands, not even that.”

“Don’t you have a fleshlight or something?”

Chan looks up in embarrassment, chuckling. “No, I don’t.” With that, he looks through the window. “I’ll get these off sooner or later and then I’ll stop being weird, I guess. Sorry if I was rude to you.”

“You weren’t,” you say with a gulp because your mind is taking you places it shouldn’t be taking you, like wondering just how hard his cock would get if you were the first thing to touch him after such a long time… How quickly would he blow? “Do you need a hand?”

“What?” His head snaps in your direction. “What do you mean?”

“With… that?” you ask, sneaking a glance at the boner that’s very visible. 

Chan gets them around you sometimes—when you’re talking about sexual stuff or when you’re sitting on his lap or cuddling—but he usually shoves a hand in his pocket to hide the telltale sign of arousal. He can’t do that tonight and he knows he’s busted—you can tell when he bites down on his lip and chuckles nervously.

“Sorry,” he whispers, “I… I’m like an animal these days.”

An animal? God, that sounds promising.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You’re serious about this?” Chan looks at you questioningly, a slight frown on his face.

“It’s just a… Handjob, I guess.” You shrug, making it seem more meaningless than it actually is.

When you get to his place, you’re still determined to go through with it and you have alcohol to thank for that. Chan asks you if you’re sure again, and you laugh it off, going towards his bedroom. It’s just a handjob, right? Just that.

So, when he sits on his bed and pulls his shorts and boxers down a bit, you shouldn’t shiver, right? Your mouth shouldn't salivate, and you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about taking him in your mouth and gagging on i—

“You really don’t have to,” Chan says again, placing his bandaged hands over his cock, covering it. “I can live for another week, it’s no—”

You grab his hands by the wrists and pull them away. The next second, you’re straddling his knees. It’s not because you want to be close to him, it’s just that the position feels more natural. “Just shut up and let me help you for once,” you hiss the words, alluding to the well-known fact that Chan always has everyone’s back. Maybe it’s time you did something for him, even if it’s as self-indulgent as this.

Chan grunts when you wrap both hands around his cock and start tugging at it. “Do you have any lube?” you ask, knowing it would be wildly inappropriate to wet his cock with your mouth. Even though rushed, the moment is weirdly intimate, or at least that’s what it seems like when your eyes meet and you realize you’re on Chan with his dick in your hands and that he’s trembling under your touch.

“Uhm... Top drawer,” he finally speaks, looking at the nightstand. His voice quivers, which makes you feel a bit better about being so shaken up about getting to finally touch him. His cock is so hard and warm and you can help but think about what it would feel like inside of you.

You get the bottle of lube out, squirt some on your palm, rub both palms together, and get back to what you were doing. This time, Chan moans and closes his eyes, letting his head rest on the wall. “Fuck.”

You’re going fast since it’s what most of your partners preferred. A hard grip, fast movements, a squeeze here and there and they’d shoot quickly—you figure that will work for him too. “Good?” you still check, wanting to hear Chan say it. Selfish, this whole idea of yours.

“Perfect,” he hisses, opening his eyes. “Slow down.”

“Don’t like it fast?” you wonder, slowing down your movements, just as he asked.

“I like it a lot,” Chan explains, looking down at your hands. “Too much.”

“Oh,” you understand what he means when you realize how much precum has dripped out of his cock. That’s when you remember he hasn’t been touched in a while and that he’s probably been aching for release. “Come fast if you want to, I don’t care.”

“It’s— I want to enjoy it some more.” The fact that he bites his lip after saying that makes you whimper, which is embarrassing considering you aren’t being touched in any way. “You okay there?”

“I… Yes.”

“Sure?” he asks, gaining his confidence back. “You look a little flustered.”

“Maybe because your dick is in my hands,” you suggest, scoffing. Since Chan chuckles, you decide to be mean and start moving faster again, which gets him to hiss in mere seconds.

“Please, please, please,” he begs so sweetly that you really don’t want to stop, but you do.

“Why do you not want to come?” Isn’t he snapping at people because he just wanted to orgasm?

“I want to,” Chan stresses, looking at your hands once again. They do look nice around him, you have to admit, especially all wet and slippery. “I need to, but I want… I… Don’t want to make things weird, but I guess they already are. I want to enjoy you touching me for as long as I can.”

It’s not romantic, it’s not any type of admission of feelings or anything of the sort, yet you find yourself smiling and looking away like a fool. A fool in love, but he doesn’t have to know. 

“Chan,” you hum slowly, starting to tug at his cock with both hands, twisting them in the opposite directions. “Come. I’ll touch you again, I promise.”

“I can’t ask for this twice,” he shakes his head, “I can’t.”

“I’m already doing it once, so what’s the difference?” You shrug, knowing very well the more times you do this, the more you’re going to want the man.

“I won’t want you to stop, fuck—” He grunts when you start going fast, face twisting as if he’s in pain, a guttural groan turning you on beyond belief. “Get greedy and all that.”

“Sometimes greedy is good,” you say and grin at him right before starting to move so fast you just know he’ll blow.

“I’ll— I’ll come. Fuck, yeah… You’re so good at this,” he gulps, “I’ll come. Don’t want it to get on you.”

“Can you come all over yourself?” you ask the question before really thinking about what you’re asking. It’s something that turns you on immensely, but definitely not something you tell guys you aren’t even dating. Hell, you haven’t really said it out loud before.

“That’s what you want?” Chan cocks an eyebrow up and gives you a smirk, and you just know he’s about to start teasing, so you start twisting your hands again. “I can, I can.”

So, you push his cock away from you, getting it to point towards him, and continue doing what you’re doing. The louder Chan gets, the louder you get, even though you’re not being touched. 

You can’t stay quiet when the guy you want to fuck is moaning because of you, grunting your name, digging his heels into the bed, twisting and turning under you. He blows without warning, cum shooting out and spraying his black shirt, streaks of white cum staining it instantly, the fabric soaking in the sperm. You keep jerking him off until he gives you everything, until all the cum is out and on his shirt, until Chan’s body relaxes under you and he whimpers. “Fuck, I needed this.”

You wipe your hands on his shirt and then tug at the hem. “Up.” He listens, allowing you to take the shirt off of him. You get up and take it to the bathroom, soaking it in water to get the cum out of it.

When you get back to the room, Chan is still in the same place you left him, head resting on the wall, cock out. He looks tired but blissful, so you walk over to the bed and grin. “You okay?”

He nods at you and looks at his lap. “Come sit.” When you take your earlier position, Chan places his hands on your thighs, but he can’t really touch you—the bandages are in the way. Still, you can feel the warmth of his body, so you shiver.

“Listen, I… Can I return the favor?”

“Re— Return the favor?” You gulp, wondering what he wants to do with you, wondering why you’ve already made up your mind about letting him.

“I can’t finger you, but I can… I have my mouth, still.”

It’s then you notice he’s hard again, and you wonder just how many times he can go in a row. Maybe you’ll find out someday. “You’re serious about that? You don’t have to return anything.”

“I know, I’m just— I want to.”

“Why?”

“Come on, I’m not oblivious,” Chan notes, and you know exactly what he means. “You aren’t either. We’ve already crossed the line, might as well do it in style.”

“Then how about I make you come again?”

“Me?”

You grab his cock again and run your hand over it, sneaking the other one down between your legs, under your skirt, pushing your underwear to the side. That’s when Chan realizes what you mean and looks up at you with adoration on his face. “You want that?”

Instead of responding, you scoot over closer and lift your hips so you can position him at your entrance. When Chan nods at you, you sink all the way onto it and grunt loudly. Fuck, it feels good.

“Fuck me,” he groans, “how can anything feel this good?”

“Right?” you grunt right back, grabbing his shoulders. “You just came and you’re already this fucking hard? What?”

“Can you please take off your shirt and whatever you have under it?”

You do as asked, not realizing Chan would instantly attach his mouth to your tits and start sucking on them one by one. Here and there, his teeth dig into the flesh, making you cry out while you move your hips back and forth and then in circles, trying to find the motion that feels best for both of you. It’s so easy to get lost in it, though, when he sucks on your nipple so sweetly and looks up at you with puppy eyes. 

So, you have no choice but to wrap an arm around him and use the other to tug at his hair while you ride him. “You really like them, huh?” It’s been minutes of him just going at it—licking, sucking, biting, suckling, and he doesn’t seem to want to stop.

“Always stare at them,” he admits, breathless. “Wanted to touch it for a long time. Now I get the chance but can’t.”

You laugh at that, realizing how tough everything must be for him right now. Fuck, the guy can’t even get himself off properly. But, now Chan has you.

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test me

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fingering, slight degradation, strength kink

synopsis: you and changbin get into a playful argument… (thank u @woahfruity for the idea and for reading it before i posted <3)

it starts with a normal movie night, when the on-screen female lead is swooning over a muscular man like she isn’t capable of doing of doing things herself. you say as much to him, sitting indignant with your arms crossed. 

“men are just stronger than women, it’s biological,” he says, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. he said it so nonchalantly, like he didn’t know you would immediately take offense to it. 

he did know, though. that motherfucker. 

“oh yeah?” you drop to your knees in front of the living room table, positioning your elbow on it with your hand raised. “prove it.”

“you think you can beat me?” he asks, one eyebrow arched in a perfect curve as he looks at you. “in an arm wrestle?”

“only one way to find out,” you throw back, wiggling your fingers at him, your arm not moving from its position. he looks at your for a moment before sliding off the couch to sit in front of you, the table between you. he mirrors your position, sliding his hand into yours and gripping it tight. 

his hand is so warm, fingers strong around your palm and you have to hold back a shiver. not the time to be thirsting after your best friend. 

of course, he bears you almost immediately. and again, when you ask for a rematch. and again. and again. 

until you’re so frustrated that you half-crawl on just youe knees around the table to push at him or swat his arm with the back of your hand or just do something to show him that you’re not happy with the outcome of this competition. 

or you would have, if you didn’t lose your balance at the last second and fall face-first into him, sending you both to the floor. 

you land on top of him, his balance being broken by your weight, your face ending up centimeters from his. you’re close enough for your breaths to mingle against each others. your hands are bracketed on his upper arms, the muscles bulging as he supports your weight from the grip he has on your waist. 

his eyes flicker down to your mouth and back up to meet your gaze, and your lips part just as he leans in with his own. the thought that of my god, this is my best friend doesn't cross your mind for more than a second. it’s the first time you’ve kissed, other than on the cheek or on his forehead when he’s been particularly grumpy or frustrated. 

his lips feel like cushions under yours, sliding lazily together as you close your eyes and let out a sigh into his mouth. he takes the opportunity to lick into your own, a quick swipe of his tongue that would have had your legs weak if you were standing. your fingers grip his biceps harder when he pulls back, just enough to look into your eyes. 

“can i?” he says, an unfinished question made complete when he slides his hands up and down the skin of your waist under your shirt. 

“yes,” you breath out, dropping your forehead against his. “do you know how hot you are? i’d be crazy to say no.”

you’re past the point of caring about how desperate you might sound; every inch of your body is touching his already, and you can tell how he’s affected by you too, you can feel it against your upper thigh. 

“so you only want me for my pretty face?” he teases, moving to press his lips to yours once, twice, before pulling back again. 

“shut up and kiss me properly,” you roll your eyes, grinding your hips down against his as you capture his lips once more, biting down gently on his bottom lip. if he’s not going to give you what you want, you’ll just take it yourself. 

his hand slipped inside of the waistband of your sweatpants, fingers dancing over your clothed pussy and he lets out a sharp breath through his teeth when he realizes you’re already wet. he slides the fabric over, letting his fingers dip into your slick folds and you shudder, leaning your weight further into him as you continue to make out. 

he circles around your clit with two of his fingers, flirting around the sensitive bundle of nerves without touching it directly. it was too much and not enough at the same time. 

“please,” you bite out, grinding down onto his hand, reaching for the stimulation your body was craving. his lips are red and wet, and the sight of him like that because of you makes you even more desperate. 

“i’ll give you anything,” he whispers, almost reverent as he slips his other hand into your shirt to play with your breast, fingers gently pinching at your nipple. “you just have to ask.”

the embarrassment floods you as think about the words that want to come out of your mouth. fuck me until i can’t breathe, make me come over and over, make me choke on my own tears. 

“touch me,” you gasp out instead, your head falling to his shoulder with a thump when he finally moves his fingers to rub at your clit. he’s touching you with just the right amount of pressure, just enough so that the waves of pleasure begin rolling over you like a tsunami. 

your nails were digging into his bicep in what had to be a painful way, but he either didn’t care or didn’t bother to say anything about it. 

you can feel your orgasm building faster than you want to admit, and you bite down on his shoulder when it finally washes over you. your hips jerk down against his hand as you ride through your high, finally slumping against him when it was over. 

his hand leaves your pants and he wipes your slick off on his own, but you don’t have time to scold him for being gross - in a split second you feel weightless and you scramble to wrap your arms and legs around him as he lifts you both up. it shouldn’t be that easy for someone to carry you, but he doesn’t even break a sweat as he walks you to his bedroom and dumps you on his bed. 

fuck seo changbin and his insane muscles, really. 

“see, i told you,” he says, lifting his shirt up over his head and throwing it onto the floor, followed by his sweatpants and boxers. “i am stronger.”

“you’re so annoying,” you can’t help but laugh, cutting yourself off when you realize that he’s standing completely bare in front of you. he’s beautiful, from the smooth planes of muscle running down his torso to the perfectly curved cock standing proud in front of him. 

“you love it,” he says as he climbs onto the bed in front of you, his hands sliding up your legs to the waist of your pants. he tugs then down with your underwear, throwing them where he threw his own clothes. 

“fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out as he stares at your glistening pussy, laid bare for him. “you’re fucking perfect.”

you aren’t perfect - you haven’t shaved in a little too long, you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt with stains dotting the hem, but when he says it like that you can almost believe him. 

“next time, i’m eating you out until you fall apart on my tongue,” he states, eyes breaking away from your core to look you right in the eyes. his pupils are blown out wide, mouth parted like he’s staring at the last drink of water in a dry desert. 

“next time?” you ask, meeting his stare. “what are we doing this time?”

instead of an answer, he climbs over you until his entire body is covering yours, his weight kept off of you from how he’s perched on his forearms. 

he lines himself up with your hole, letting your slick coat his cock as he drags it in between your folds. he pushes himself into you slowly, letting you feel the drag of every inch as it enters you. you whine when he bottoms out, feeling more full than you ever have, than you ever could have imagined when you thought about him at night in the company of your own fingers. 

“fuck,” you stretch out, your head falling back against the pillows. 

“shh,” he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, nuzzling his nose against the skin afterwards. “let me take care of you, baby. you don’t have to worry about anything anymore, okay?”

it’s condescending, the way he’s talking down to you like his cock could fix all of your problems. it’s the exact thing that started this, the man acting like he can fix his girl’s problems just because of his biology - but the words send sparks shooting up your spine anyways. all your thoughts fade away, tucked into the back of your mind, as he starts sliding out only to stuff himself back in, over and over. 

“you feel so good,” he breathes out into your skin, a gentle promise branding you in invisible ink. you’re making him feel good, too. “so good around me, like you were made just for me.”

“yes,” your voice is strung out, the word stretched out into more syllables than it needed to be. 

“yeah?” he says, his hips moving faster as if spurred on by your one word of agreement. “this is mine?”

his hand moves to circle your clit again and you clench around him, overstimulated in the best possible way. your legs press together, moving like they had a mind of their own, but he pushes them apart with one hand effortlessly. every push of his cock inside of you is complemented by a swipe of his fingers, he’s handling you like you’re an instrument that he’s mastered playing. you hear sounds coming out of your mouth, whines and thready moans that you can’t control even if you wanted to. they’re complimented by his own groans and grunts as he moves, head bowed so he can press open mouthed kisses to your neck and ear and shoulder, wherever he could reach. 

you feel him twitching inside of you when he comes, groaning into the junction between your neck and your shoulder as he grinds down into you in short, aborted motions. his hand is still fluttering over your clit and the combination of that and him spilling inside of you sends you over the edge as you topple into another orgasm. 

he fucks you through it even when he gets too sensitive, and he collapses onto the bed next to you once he’s satisfied with how your entire body melted into the mattress. you turn into him, needing him close. 

“why have we not done that before?” he asks, almost bewildered as he stares down at you where your head is cushioned against his heaving chest. 

“i don’t know,” you settle on. something about not ruining the friendship you had was at the tip of your tongue, but that seemed like a conversation for another time. “but we are doing that again. right?”

“if we didn’t, i think i would die.” he says, completely serious until the two of you meet eyes and break down into laughter. 

no ruining the friendship, here. 

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study buddies | ethan landry

summary ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ in which you invite ethan to your dorm to help you study for your bio chem exam, but by the end of the night, the two of you don’t end up doing much studying. 

warnings ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ MINORS DNI ( 18+ ), language, graphic smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), praise k!nk, dirty talk, dry humping, mentions of m!masturbation, degradation, riding, teasing, fem!oral, sub!ethan & dom!reader, ethan crying during sex ( if that’s even a warning lmao ), mommy k!nk ( oh my god somebody sedate me )

word count ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ 3.2k +

pairing ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ sub!ethan landry x fem!reader

author’s note ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖ this is a spoiler free zone! also sub!ethan makes me weak in the knees, so enjoy me crawling out of my hole to write this for u guys <33 note i decided not to make ethan a virgin in this, he’s just suuuuper inexperienced. also sorry the beginning is lowkey rushed and crappy but who cares honestly. sorry for any typos. hope u enjoy!

publishing date ― .ﾟ‪‪ ˖  march 19th, 2023 |  © HEARTSHAPEDMISERY

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(Jason and Damian in jail)

Damian: So, who are you gonna call?

Jason: I would call Dick, but I feel safer here.

#batfam #incorrect redhood quotes #incorrect jason todd #incorrect damian wayne #incorrect batfam

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— Erica Jong, from “Bitter Herb”, “Becoming Light: Poems New and Selected”

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Brahms doesn't mean to

(Dry humping)

You were getting ready for bed and making sure Brahms was also getting ready for bed as well

You took him a bath, gave him clean pajamas, he brushed his teeth, he was practically ready for sleep and so were you

Before you went off to bed, you peeked into the side of the bathroom door and saw him neatly folding his used towel in the dirty towel bin

"Goodnight, Brahms," you cheerfully said and rushed out to go to your bed.

"Goodnight!" You heard him say as you got half way to your room.

You sighed and threw yourself onto the comfort of the sheets.

Everyday is chores and spending time with Brahms. Which is all in good terms. But in the end of the day, you love to just relax and take a good sleep.

You were falling into a deep sleep

"Y/n...?"

Your eyes fluttered open quickly and got up to see Brahms, right in front of your side of the bed, holding his hands together to the center of his chest

"What's wrong, Brahms," you asked, worried. "Are you ok?"

Brahms shook his head, no. "Sleep."

"Are you having trouble sleeping?"

Brahms nodded his head, yes.

"OK, then let's go to your room and let me tuck you in, ok?" You stood up from your bed and held out your hand to lead Brahms to his room. "Which room do you want to sleep in tonight?"

Brahms looked to the wall. And you knew which one to go to. You led him to his room within the walls. You barely go into the walls with him, you just know your way now because sometimes Brahms gets a fit and runs into the walls and you have to run after him all the time.

Once you got into his room, you took him to his bed. You let go of his hand and looked to him to get on, but he just stood there, holding his hand that once touched yours close to his chest, looking at you.

"Come on Brahms get into bed," you ushered. He just stood there, holding his hands and staring at you.

"I need you to get into bed so I can tuck you in and give you a kiss," you urged on.

He sat on the bed, but didn't lay down.

You smiled. You're a bit annoyed inside, you just want to sleep and Brahms is being difficult. You leaned in towards him, face to face. And you saw his eyes were just ogling you, since you were so close to him. And you quickly put your hand onto his chest to push him down and he fell so easily onto the bed.

"Was that so hard, Brahms?" You smiled, you were on top of him, your body hovering of his. His eyes went wide and yours did too.

He made a noise you didn't expect him to make. His eyes looked to the left of you and his ears went red. Your knee rubbed between his pajama pants. He groaned again, as you quickly got off of him, your leg brushed against his private in the process.

His breathing intensified and his whole body went up and down. One hand went to his heart and one to the top of his pants, body still moving and panting.

You didn't know what to do but stare.

Brahms turned to you, still huffing and grabbed you, throwing you onto the bed with him. Cornering you to the side of the bed against the wall.

Both of your bodies faced each other. Brahms body moved in a rhythm, rubbing against you. You could feel his warmth and growth. It felt really nice.

He put a pillow in between your privates and started humping aggressively. This was also a nice feel for you.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... aaaahh... I'm good. I'm good. I'm sorry..." He whimpered, as he slowed down. " I'm sorry.."

He turned his body away from you and his panting quieted. After awhile, his body was still.

"I'm sorry..."

Your eyes were still transfixed on him, amazed and shocked at the same time.

You moved closer to him that your body was against his back side. And kissed his neck.

"It's ok, Brahms. I love you."

You felt him shuffle and niff. You rubbed his back with your hands and held him tight. You could feel him shake a bit and you nuzzled your face to his back.

Brahms's body started to move up and down a bit, shaking. He was feeling it again. He turned toward you. His hands covered his pants. You could see his tears through his mask, you could tell he didn't mean to rub against you.

You kissed the masked lips and he whimpered, closing his eyes shut. His hands fingering his covered growth and moaning for every soft spot.

You moved closer to him, his hands that covered his private to yours. His eyes widened and he released his hands from his private. Brahms started to rub against you, passionately. He groaned and whined for you. And you rubbed against him too.

You and Brahms woke up the next day, in sweaty pajamas. But Brahms woke up way more messy, with cum all over his pants. (And for some reason, you discovered as you asked for him to give him dirty pajamas, he wasn't wearing any underwear that night. Smh Brahms)

Brahms is your cute/ hot, touch starved, quiet, nice boy. He needs your love. ❤🤍🖤

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warnings smut, pegging, brahms using his little voice, mommy kink, spit kink. just a little blurb about giving brahms the strap since it’s been on my mind.

it was the way he whimpered that drove you crazy.

he squirmed on his back with each slow thrust, his large fists gripping the sheets on either side of him. his knees were up, legs spread for you just as you’d instructed, but he was trembling. he’d never known such a sensation could be possible, at least, not until your surprise arrived in the mail.

like most first times, he’d preferred to keep the mask on, but you could see his eyelids flutter, and you could imagine he was probably biting down on his lip when you offered another inch. your hands ran over his chest, massaging the muscle pads in slow circles to keep him grounded. “You’re being such a good boy,” you croon; the praise elicits a soft moan. a happy moan. oh, how Brahms loved to hear how good he was. “How does it feel, baby?”

what you received in response was an incoherent babbling, and you smile. the more pleasure gripped him, the more mindless Brahms became. you stifle a moan, too, and bite at the flesh of his chest with your nails. you didn’t want to overwhelm him the very first time you managed to get him on his back and open, but those damn sounds of his were making it harder and harder not to pound him into a sobbing, euphoric mess. just like he always did to you. your hips jut forward with a tad more force, another inch gliding in with little resistance and he grunts. a raging, lustful fire burns behind your eyes, watching his back arch and his cock twitch as it lay, hard and neglected, against his bare stomach.

was this the power he felt when he fucked you? did he feel like a god when you couldn’t breathe, or when you begged him? did he rise to a high that rivaled Mount Everest when he made you take it all? because you were certainly feeling that way. invincible. a goddess.

“You remember the rules, don’t you?” you feign sympathy for him, “Even fuckdrunk whores need to remember the rules.” his eyes widen at that, as if he never expected those words to leave your mouth, followed by a pathetic mewling and a little nod. “Use your big boy words and you get to touch, right?” his fingers twitch at his sides, a faint signal that he certainly did not want to behave. however, what followed was another nod, and you quirk a brow, allowing yourself a little indulgence— your pace picks up, hips snapping harder now. his sounds get louder, more desperate. “So use them. Tell mommy how good it feels to take her cock.”

“M—mommy—“ that damned, little voice that could melt your heart. “It feels— so, so good…” his voice was uneven, each thrust sending it into a higher pitch. “I love taking mommy’s c—cock!” the word leaves his lips in a flustered half whisper. he was shy, embarrassed to call this piece of silicone his mommy’s cock. but what made him a good boy was the fact that, even as you knew he had to be red as a tomato under that cracked porcelain mask of his, he’d still cried it out for you.

you coo, pleased. “That’s right, baby boy, you sure do. And you’re going to take it plenty more, aren’t you?” his head lolls to one side, and a pathetic excuse for a yes, mommy is muffled by the mask.

“C—can I touch it now, please?” there’s a slip, a low growl rumbling in his heaving chest. it reminds you that he’s not just the sweet, loving, and affectionate baby you love to coddle him as. he’s still dangerous.

he could still break you if he would ever dare to try, and even though you knew he wouldn’t, the thought has you wetter than before. this killer, this feral beast, was at your mercy. you felt a surge of power like pure electricity in your veins. “You can.” you purr in response, huffing in between the words as you buck your hips into his. as soon as the syllables left your lips, he was grabbing himself and pumping furiously, his grip on his throbbing girth all but cruel.

“T-thank you, mommy— thank you…” the words fade in and out with salacious, ragged breathing, to the rhythm of skin smacking skin and Brahms fucking his hand. with a wide, devilish simper, you lean forward, allowing your tongue to dangle from your curved lips. a string of saliva slides from the very tip to rain down on his cock as he strokes it, easing the friction, but his eyes are glued to yours, and yours to his. another string of thank yous escape him, and he shudders.

“Listen to you, so polite. Such a grateful, little slut.” you moan, grabbing his free hand from the sheet. “You want to touch mommy, too? Want to feel my warm, soft tits while I fuck you, baby?”

“Yes! Please, please, please…”

his fingers are quivering when you guide his hand to your chest, and he gropes ferociously at your tender breast. the way you groan and drop your head back sends him into a frenzy of hand-fucking and kneading your mound, grinding himself back against the dildo fastened to your hips. “Perfect, perfect boy.” you praise, running your tongue over your bottom lip, and you hold on to his wrist with one hand, the other planting itself firmly on the center of his chest, urging him to lay there and take all you wanted to give. “You’d better hold on tight, baby, because mommy’s going to fuck you hard now and make you cum.” you could feel his heart rapid firing under the skin and you giggle wickedly. “And you’re going to take it like my good little whore, huh? If you make mommy happy, I’ll let you eat my pretty pussy when I’m done.” his eyes, dilated and nearly black, widen in excitement. his favorite.

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^ just heard someone talking trash about literary classics

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It’s Cold Out (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Roomies to Lovers Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · swearing · pet names · possessiveness · possibly inaccurate descriptions of birth control (this is a work of fiction, after all) · good ol’ rut driven intercourse (smut warnings under the cut). Word Count: ~8k | AO3 Summary: Your roommate had been acting weird lately, weirder than usual. It was because of his condition, you thought, and in a way, you had been right, just not in the way you had expected. [This story is an instalment of my WereRoomies series].

Author’s note: Happy Halloween month to all of us! If there’s a God up there, only she can judge me for this. [31/03/23: this story has been re-edited as of this date. special thanks to @straylightdream​​ for reading this new edition before anyone else and sharing her thoughts with me].

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

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SKZ as animal hybrid boyfriends

Pairing: Reader x Members

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Fluff | Headcanon | Animal Hybrid/Shifter AU | Boyfriend AU

Warnings: Very brief mention of spiders

Masterlist

Chan

A husky hybrid

Has the CUTEST pair of gray and white ears that stick out of the top of his head

Also has the most gorgeous pair of pale blue eyes that glow in the dark

He has a fluffy white tail that wags like crazy whenever he’s excited because he doesn’t know how to stop it from showing

He’s also the sweetest boyfriend in. The. WORLD!

Always asks how you’re doing

Makes sure your not missing any meals and that you’re always hydrated

Every morning, he wakes you up with cute good morning texts and he always tries to send you good night texts sometimes forgets because he gets so caught up in work

He makes up for it tho

Sends flowers to your place whenever he forgets uwu

Chan’s the perfect boyfriend

The only problem is that you’re allergic to dogs

He didn’t realise why you always seemed to sneezy and stuffy whenever you would come over to his place

Until you told him

And his reaction makes you feel like you just told him the most horrific thing in the world

To him it is!!!!

Because he’s the reason that you’ve been having allergic reactions around him!!

He starts vacuuming his place more often to keep any fur away and makes sure to keep the area super clean so that you’re clear from anything that could cause a reaction

He also starts lint rolling and vacuuming his clothes before giving them to you so that you don’t take any of his fur home unless you ask him to leave his fur

Chan gets confused whenever you tell him that you don’t want him to vacuum or wash his hoodies before giving them to you

But you like them because every time you see the strands of gray and white fur sticking out of his hoodie, it reminds you of him

So instead,

Chan starts buying a crap ton of allergy meds

Puts them in every corner of his house

In the bathroom

The kitchen

The living room

The bedroom

Literally everywhere just in case you get a super bad reaction

That way he’s always prepared for anything

Minho

A maine coon hybrid

The most luscious fur ever known to man

His cat ears are so fluffy and always well groomed

He has this beautiful fluffy orange tail that he’s gotten pretty good at hiding his feelings with

Usually a hybrid’s animal features would probably give away their emotions, but Minho learned to control his ears and tails really well

It’s just that his ears are really sensitive and they flick around every few seconds whenever he’s in a crowded place

He has a pair of yellow eyes that are constantly in the shape of slits simply because he wants to intimidate everyone around him

Also always has his claws out because they intimidate strangers

Wouldn’t tell anyone, but Minho lets his pupils dilate when he’s alone with you (´∀｀)♡

He also likes to tease you a lot but you know he’s just joking because if he was serious, his tail wouldn’t be so related

You try not to tell him because then he’ll start working harder to hide his tail swishes

Is the most precious yet teasing boyfriend out there

He’ll make a joke about you eating a lot of ice cream whenever you’re sad, but he’ll always have your favourite ice cream in the freezer

If you complain about some kind of muscle pain, Min would call you weak but then also come home with muscle relief patches that he’ll stick to you himself

Minho likes to shift into cat form if you’re stressed because then it means that he wouldn’t really disturb you a lot

His footsteps are way quieter when he’s in cat form as compared to human form

So if you’re stressed or tired and you ask him to give you time

Minho would shift and hide in one of the cat towers he bought for himself until he hears you coming out of the bedroom

The moment he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening, he’ll lift his head and peek out from the top

If you sit on the floor right in front of the tower, Minho will scurry off of the tower to sit in your lap to

But if you don’t even look at the tower and you instead go to the kitchen, he’ll wait a bit longer to give you more time

Changbin

Yk I wanna say he’d be some cursed Dwaekki hybrid the skzoo dwaekki haunts me in my sleep

But I genuinely feel like he’d be something really threatening like a wild animal

So if Chan’s a husky and Minho’s a maine coon

I’m gonna throw Changbin in as a grizzly bear because he’s a tank of a man and I love him for that

His ears are dark brown and rounded, poking out from the top of his head

His eyes are super dark brown and sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re able to see the white in his eyes bcs his pupils are just that big

His hands have these huge black claws that could claw someone apart if he wanted to

Also has a cute brown tail that he often hides underneath his clothes because it’s small enough for him to sit on

He gives THE BEST CUDDLESSSS!!!!!

Sometimes shifts into bear form just to cuddle you because it’s cold and relying on the heater might make it too warm

So Binnie likes to use his own fur to warm you up if he notices you shivering

Also would not hesitate to bear his teeth at anyone who tries to hurt you

Changbin doesn’t really tell anyone this

But one of his proudest bear traits is his ability to vocalise like a bear

Which means that whenever he feels the need to protect you or whoever’s around him

He will growl like a bear

And it’s terrifying

You didn’t even know that Changbin could roar until one night when a stranger wouldn't take your ‘no’ as an answer and your boyfriend almost lost his mind

He pulled you behind him and grabbed the collar of their shirt and just roared at them

The stranger being a hybrid of a smaller bear species immediately scrambled off

But Changbin also immediately switches back into sweet, cuddly boyfriend the moment he turns back to you <3

Hyunjin

A sphynx hybrid

Very dramatic

Very loud

He has pink cat ears sticking out of the top of his head with a little black splotch on his left ear

He also has this naked pink tail that sticks out from underneath his shirt

Every minor inconvenience and Hyunjin’s meowing and whining to you about it and you think it’s funny every time he does

Like the time he misplaced his sock and was crying all over your shared home looking for it until he found it underneath the bed

His claws are retractable, so he usually hides them because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone on accident unlike Minho

He’s VERY cuddly both in human form and cat form

Hyunjin likes to do the ‘kneading the dough’ thing whenever you’re cuddling

And ends up leaving holes in your clothes because his claws would accidentally grab onto the fabric

Would also feel really bad afterwards because now he’s ruined your shirt

You reassure him that it’s fine

But Hyunjin’s dramatic also kinda wants an excuse to go shopping with you

So he cries about it and it leads to him dragging you to the mall so that he can buy you a new one

Ends up getting distracted at a cat cafe because he’s made conversation with one of the cats there

And he’s basically talking to them like he’s a middle aged wine mom talking about their weird husbands

You have to remind him what the goal is

But he’s so immersed in the conversation with the orange tabby that you can only watch in amusement

Hyunjin’s talking to it in English while the cat nods with it’s tail swishing every time he asks it a question, mewling every once in a while as a response

You watch with a smile on your face, chin resting against the palm of your hand as you listen

You can only gather that Hyunjin’s telling the cat about why you’re at the mall

And the cat turns to you with a bored expression on its face before meowing

“She says good luck on finding a new shirt”

You nod and reach out to pet the cat’s head as thanks

You and Hyunjin leave after a while

And soon, the trip to get one shirt turns into a shared shopping spree

Jisung

Kinda obvious but he’s a squirrel hybrid

He has a pair of rounded, light brown ears on the top of his head

A bushy light brown tail that bumps into everything whenever he’s in cramped spaces

And the CUTEST pair of brown eyes EVERRRRR

His squirrel trait is where he gets the habit of stuffing food into his cheeks whenever he eats

Ji’s really good at climbing

So he has this long ass piece of wood that he keeps in the living room of his home so that he can still climb something in squirrel form if he can’t go outside

He also has tiny black claws that he uses mainly for practicality when he's in human form

So stuff like cutting into plastic, through strings and to open mail

He just slides his finger across the top of the envelope and boom

Jisung’s quite clumsy

It doesn’t help that he has this huge, bushy tail behind him

He bumps you with it a lot and he’s always so apologetic over it

But it’s fine because it’s his tail and it’s soft and cute and it’s part of Jisung UwU

There were a couple of times where you would wake up and his tail would be tickling your sides

So you’d wake up giggling

And it would wake him up too

He’d turn around and immediately wrap his arms around your waist to cuddle into you

You love playing with his ears

Jisung’s really responsive whenever you pet his squirrel features

So if you touch his tail in public

He’s jolting forward like AHHH

And you like to gently rub his ears whenever you’re cuddling

Jisung usually ends up cuddling into you more because he really likes it whenever you play with his ears

He has a habit of making those squirrel squeaks whenever he’s uncomfortable

So in public, if he feels like he’s overwhelmed or wants to leave

He’ll cling onto your arm and start squeaking softly so that only you’re able to hear

And it’s an easy way for you to know that he wants to leave without him actually telling you

Felix

Horned owl hybrid

He has two sets of white and brown feathers that poke out from the top of his head and curls to the back

He does, however, have talons at his fingertips that he doesn’t really like because it gets caught on a lot of things

Has feathers running down his arms, but can’t actually fly in human form

His eyes are this beautiful amber colour

He also has a lot of hanging stuff in his house that he likes to fly back and forth to whenever he shifts into owl form

Absolutely loves doing the head spinning trick because you freaked out the first time you saw him do it as a human

Felix also has really light footsteps

So sometimes you don’t even hear him coming into a room and suddenly he’s beside you

Which scares you sometimes

Overall, Felix is just unintentionally scary.

Buuuut

Because he has really good eyesight at night

And because he’s nocturnal

He sleeps in the day

Which means that all of his work is done at night while you’re asleep

His hearing is intense which means that he could hear the smallest pin dropping in the kitchen from the bedroom

So when he hears something strange coming from the kitchen

He’s immediately crawling out of bed and peeking out of the bedroom door

That’s when he sees a spider crawling out from behind the fridge

A huge spider

Now, Felix does NOT like spiders

But he knows that if you wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink, then you’re going to be freaked out by too

But he should be able to toss it out the window in owl form

So Felix pops open one of the windows and shifts

His silent flying and sharp night vision make it a quick mission that’s executed without much hassle

He manages to grab the spider with his talons and just tosses it straight out of the window

By the time Felix has returned to the bedroom

You’ve woken up because you realised he wasn’t beside you anymore

So he climbs back into bed and lets you hold onto him while you fall back asleep

Seungmin

Labrador hybrid

Has a pair of golden ears flopping over the top of his head

Also has a golden tail that he usually hides because if he gets over excited then it’ll wag all over the place and might bump into things

Is a relatively quiet person and is also a quiet dog

He doesn’t say or bark that much

But you’ve come to learn how to read his body language

Because his posture both in human form and dog form speak his thoughts

Like whenever he’s standing tall then you’ll figure that Minnie’s probably uncomfortable or feels threatened

As quiet as he is

He’s extremely attentive to your needs as well

Seungmin’s able to catch your body language way quicker than you are at reading his

Which means that the moment you look uncomfortable, he’s immediately moving to stand beside you with an arm wrapped around you

Think of it as that TikTok trend that’s like ‘using my scary dog privilege’

In this case

Seungmin’s more than happy to be the scary dog that lets you walk around alone

He’d bark and bite at anything or anyone who would try to hurt you

Even in human form, he’d growl as a warning to other animal hybrids that are around you

Whenever you’re out in public, Seungmin tries to stay by your side just in case anything happens

But when he has to part from you to talk to another group of your friends

He keeps you in his line of sight

He’d always angle himself in conversations so that the person he’s talking to has their back facing you so that he’s able to see you

And when a cat hybrid suddenly approaches you

Seungmin’s more on the attentive side but he hasn’t gone into protective mode because you don’t look uncomfortable

But then your frame starts to shrink

He immediately changes his posture

Which scares the people around him because suddenly, Seungmin looks so scary

He waits a moment longer and the moment you start looking around the room for him, he’s shoved his drink into the hands of Hyunjin so that he can make his way over to you

He slings his arm over your shoulder and glares at the cat hybrid who’s now extremely intimidated by the presence of the labrador hybrid

Seungmin leans close to the cat and growls at them until they run off

He stays with you for the rest of the night and the way he stays in protective mode makes you feel safe

Until you get home and Seungmin’s back to this ball of cuddle fluff that you absolutely love (｡♥‿♥｡)

Jeongin

Fennec fox hybrid

Has a big pair of white fluffy ears that poke out of his head

Has a fluffy white tail that blends into a more golden colour that’s long enough to poke out from underneath his shirt

He has super insane hearing

Even if he has headphones in, he can hear the outside world

Bodes well for him because whenever you walk into his apartment, he’ll walk out immediately to greet you

He never actually feels hot or warm because his body heat radiates off of his ears

Is always cold in human form

In fox form, his fur insulates his body instead so he doesn’t feel much of a difference

Has a habit of not drinking for hours because he can get stuck in his fox form

Also has a habit of chewing on your desk plants if he deems them edible

Unfortunately for you, that means you’ll come home to your beautiful plant babies half eaten and munched away because your fox boyfriend wanted a snack

To solve this problem, you filled the fridge with berries and vegetables for whenever he feels like snacking

But sometimes he goes overboard and he pretty much eats everything he can find when he forgets to eat for a while

He’s a fox hybrid that doesn’t know how to shift on command

Usually he has this big urge to shift but he’ll be stuck in one form for a while before being able to switch

He doesn’t know any other fox hybrids

So Jeongin has to learn to control his animalistic instincts with the help of you!

His human partner

Lucky for the both of you

You have a friend who’s a red fox hybrid

She’s not a fennec fox

But she still shares similar instincts to Jeongin because they’re both fox hybrids

So now Jeongin comes to you with the biggest smile on his face whenever he’s accomplished something, gushing about how Fox Noona taught him how to shift on command

He’ll show you

And you watch as he shifts into this tiny little fennec fox with a big smile on his snout (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

[betray-jaes]

Pillow Prince

Member: sub!chan x reader

Genre: very very very soft smut

Word count: +2k

Includes: insecurities, pillow rutting and just overall fuzziness (subspace? yes), mommy kink

Summary: chan is tired and misses you so much it hurts. he thought he could wait another few weeks till the world tour ends before he could finally meet you again. but things happen and he finds himself needing you stronger than ever.

Inspiration: skz talker go [season 3 episode 6]. Chan just looks so soft with his curly hair and pretty pink lips.

Enjoy~

Chan being so busy with his schedules that he can't possibly even spare a second for you. He knows that you support him and give him the space he needs to work. But it doesn't stop him from feeling guilty.

Even your countless attempts to prove that you're fine and will always confront him if you feel even an ounce of loneliness.

He misses you so much nowadays yet before he can even call you, the stylists are calling him. To either do up his makeup or change into his stage outfit or check the members in ears.

🌸

Chan's bearly holding on.

No matter how much he tries to focus on the screen of his laptop, his brain just won't work.

His fingers dig into the keyboard set up in front of him as he blinks harshly forcing himself to come back to his senses.

Today was just like any ordinary post concert day. He's finished eating dinner. Done his exercise. Even did a little boxing with the group's temporary personal trainer. The food isn't as fulfilling as a nice bowl of kimchi jiggae but he's eaten enough of steak and subway for today because his stomach is content.

Then why was he feeling so pathetic?

He gives up finally, ignoring the tears of frustration blurring his vision. Crawling under the thick covers, he stares at his reflection in the mirror facing the bed.

All sorts of thoughts flow through his mind. How exhausted he looked. His hair was all over the place. His almost non existent eyebrows.

How stupid he was to think he could survive without you. As dramatic as it sounds, he really needed you here beside him.

The pillow he held between his legs seemed so comforting in his fuzzy mind. Unconciously he rolled his hips against the plush object, a gasp leaving him.

How pathetic was he?

'Pull yourself together you idiot' or 'what would the members think if they saw their leader teary eyed and so vulnerable' or how you would laugh at him. Not in a mean way. Never in a mean way.

More to ease him and let him slip into that headspace only the two of you knew about. A headspace where he can be himself and cry out your name as you take care of him.

Then it hits him like a truck. You always take such good care of him. Praise him. Help him with his insomnia by giving up your hours of sleep.

Is he using you? His heart says no but his brain says yes.

Just as he begins to cry harder, his phone rings.

Its an instinct of his.

He jumps up, wiping his tears with the back of his hand and clears his throat before picking it up to see who it is.

Its you. You're calling him.

His heart beats so fast and he feels so spacey.

"Hello....channie?" his eyes widen a little when he realises that you can see his puffy eyes and swollen lips.

"M-Miss you" is all he can say before he's crying again.

There's nothing you can do physically. You want to hold him. But you can't. He's so far away it hurts. Only a couple of weeks more and then he's all yours.

"Lay down for me, love" you urge, watching how he complies without a second thought.

"pillow" he mumbles, turning the camera to show you your pillow. The same pillow you forced him to take because you knew how much he loved your scent.

"Yeah baby? Want to rut against it for me" its almost a command and you chuckle at the redness of his cheeks.

"Keep your phone down, darling. Let me see you properly"

Chan keeps it on the bedside table, giving you a full view of him on the bed through the full length mirror.

"M-Mommy can I?" he mumbles, words muffled as he hides his face in his arm.

"Not until you look at me, pup" he whines loudly yet complies nevertheless.

"Thats my good boy. Now go ahead" you say, ignoring the heat pooling at the pit of your stomach.

His mouth dropped open, as he panted heavily, hips never slowing down. Tears rolled down his cheeks, falling onto the sheets. Utterly debauched.

"Want you m-mommy" is what he cries out, so much pain in his voice.

"Puppy look at me. Doing so good my darling"

Within minutes, he lands face down on the bed, a pathetic high pitched groan filling up the silence.

Your heart aches because you want to hold him close.

No.

You need to shower your baby with love and tell him just how much he matters to you.

"Im sorry for-" he whispers, eyes still cloudy as he picks up the phone.

"Nonsense. No apologizing." You say and its a firm statement.

"Did you eat, love?" He nods tiredly, eyes fluttering.

"Baby do something for me, yeah? Go get some tissues and clean yourself up"

"I will...just want to look at you right now" chan mumbles. He looks peaceful.

"Go ahead, darling. Look at me as much as you want"

[betray-jaes]

Stray Kids reaction to when you tell them to get on their knees

Genre: suggestive + fluff

Word Count: 800+

Summary: randomly telling them to get on their knees

Enjoy~

Chan-

God help him

Chan would be so so confused

He'd think you're joking but when sees how serious you look

Slowing gets down on one knee first, then proceeds with the next

"Babygirl whats going on?"

Looks so confused, pretty lips jutting out into a soft pout

"Good puppy" you'd smile out, reaching down to pet his head

If his eyes could, they'd turn into little hearts

Giggles shyly but nevertheless nuzzles against your torso

Minho-

You're getting yourself in real trouble

But will it be worth it?

Definitely!

"Get on your knees" you'd say, firmness lacing your tone

Quirks his eyebrow, a bold expression on his face

"Excuse me?"

Minho would take u by total surprise

Dropping to his knees, with a smirk on his face

"Am i gonna get some?"

Gestures to your crotch and you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks

"Come on kitten hurry up"

Smiles when you lift his chin up with your index finger

Changbin-

Drops on his knees in an instant

"Binnie you didn't even listen" you stifle a laugh upon seeing his expression

Hugs you and rests his head on your lap

"Such a good boy"

"Really?" Changbin would mumble, interlacing your fingers

Keens when u stroke his head and play with his hair

Talks in third person like the cutie he is

Hyunjin-

Looks at you with sparkly puppy eyes

Quite hesistant at first but gradually trusts you

Sits on his haunches, hands staying put in his lap

"Aw such a good boy"

Visibly shudders, eyes turning into little crescents

Lets out a happy laugh, grabbing your hands to cup his face

"Kiss, please?"

Asks you so softly because he knows how to make you melt

Pouts when you move away

Jisung-

So goofy

But he's a good boy

Notices how you're being serious and goes on all fours

"Hannie" you'd laugh out as he begins to walk on all fours around you in a circle

Makes you join him

Ultimately Chan walks in with a concerned expression

Felix-

Drops whatever he was doing

Comes and sits on your lap instead

"What's wrong baby?"

He would kiss your neck, hands thrown over your shoulders

"Im a good boy, no?" He'd whisper in his deep voice, against your collar

"Of course you are, my love"

Eventually gets on his knees, fiddles with your pants drawstrings

"May I?"

Seungmin-

Laughs it off

Until realization hits him

Kneels down between your legs

Cups your face and kisses you desperately

"Calm down puppy, what did you think hm?"

You laugh when you see his cheeks turn red and he awkwardly giggles

"I t-thought" he stutters out sheepishly

Hides his face in your shirt

Playfully scolds you when you tease him about it

Jeongin-

It isn't easy to convince this little loaf of bread

Teases you and mocks you

"No no no baby you kneel"

If he's feeling particular down, he'd let his head fall into your lap

"Tell me I did good...please" voice wavering, his hands balling up your shirt

"You did more than good, love. Look at me please"

Loves when you hold his head close to your heart

[betray-jaes]

Chapter 2

The life of a top designer is stressful in itself how much will change when you find 2 glowing eyes peering back at you from your yard.  

Poly!Skz x Tall!Nonbinary!Reader

Series Warnings: mention of abuse, hybrid au, omegaverse themes, strong language, suggestive topics, and themes (see individual chapters for specific warnings)

Chapter warnings: unwanted advances, mentions of food, mentions of stress, anxiety, slight angst, mentions of possible neglect, Reader uses they/them. Use of Mx.

Word count: 5.2k

An: I’m so sorry this took so long my life got really crazy and it took me a bit to recover.

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