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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.

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments: It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

Smut Warnings: intercrural sex · unprotected penetration [piv] · oral [F.Rec] · lots of praising (LOTS) · breeding kink (kind of) · copious amount of fluids · knotting

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

To say Chris had been acting weird this week would be an understatement.

You were sure it all started over the weekend, since you noticed his odd behaviour that Friday night when you were about to leave your shared flat to go hang out with one of your friends. Chris had come out of his room to get something from the kitchen, and he had stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw you there applying your makeup by the bureau in the entrance.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t caught him looking at you before, you were pretty confident that he’d often look at you–whether it was for instinctual reasons or what you weren’t really sure–but he genuinely looked like a deer in the headlights while he stood there completely paralysed. The worst part was that you weren’t wearing anything particularly revealing, just a crop top–that wasn’t even that short, it barely even exposed your belly–and some leggings.

“You okay there?” You asked Chris as you returned your eyes to the mirror, adding the finishing touches to your makeup.

“Uhh… Are you… Are you going out?” You didn’t look back at him while he talked to you, deciding that, since he was being awkward, it would be easier for him to speak without you looking at him.

“Yeah, babes. I’ve been talking about it all week, remember?” Dropping the eyeliner pen back on your makeup bag you looked at yourself one last time. ‘This will do’ was all you could think, satisfied with your face as you turned to look at your roommate.

Chris wasn’t there anymore, but he emerged from his room seconds after with one of his black hoodies in hand. “Take this, pretty. It’s cold out”, pet names were a constant in the household, even among Chris’ friends, so you never thought much of it whenever he said them to you, or whenever you said them to him.

You chuckled, oddly amused by the sudden request. “I already have a jacket, Chris. But thank you”.

“No, no. You need to take it. Seriously”, Chris moved, getting into your space, going as far as to try to put the garment over your head.

“Woa, Chris–” You tried to push him away, but he ignored your protests.

“It won’t be any good if you catch a cold!”

“Chris!” You took a hold of the garment and jumped back away from him, keeping the hoodie in your hands.

Chris whined your name, he really whined. “Please, just… Take it. And wear it…”

He looked genuinely concerned, and it made you sigh immediately. You examined the item in your hands for a second, it was one of his oversized hoodies–oversized even on him. As you looked between the garment in your hands and Chris’ worried face, you couldn’t help but sigh. It was always hard for you to not give in to your roommate’s requests. “Fine, fine. I’ll take it, jeez”.

A bright smile settled on his lips as he watched you put on the hoodie, his eyes disappeared into crescents and his dimples were now on full display. The sight almost made you scream, he was just too damn cute and you felt your heart thump a bit faster against your ribcage as soon as your eyes landed on his form.

“Happy now?” You huffed out, dragging your hands down your front, trying to help the fabric settle over your body. The thing was huge, the hem reached the middle of your thighs, and the sleeves pooled around your limbs, effectively engulfing your frame.

“Very”, Chris moved back into your space, bringing his hands up to fiddle with the hood of the hoodie, almost like he was trying to put it around your neck as a makeshift scarf. “Need a lift?” Satisfied with the position of the hood, his hands moved to your shoulders, dragging them over the fabric like he was trying to iron creases out.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, it’s fine”.

Chris’ gaze moved to look you in the eyes. The movement of his hands on your shoulders stopped, but he didn’t remove them.

Ever since you met him around a year ago, there had always been something about Chris’ eyes that made you feel oddly giddy. It was almost as if his gaze was trying to intimidate you. Your brain always urged you to look away whenever you looked him in the eyes for too long–which was silly, considering Chris was one of the most welcoming, caring people you’d ever met.

You never gave into that fight or flight instinct. On the contrary, subconsciously–and sometimes, even consciously, you’d admit–you made it a point to keep staring right back at him, almost like you were challenging him. Which was probably very stupid on your part, since you knew really well who he was–what he was.

Clearing your throat, you mustered the most confident tone you could to speak. “I have to… Have to go now”.

Chris blinked slightly, as if your voice had brought him back from a place deep within his thoughts. “Right…”

His hands moved from your shoulders to cradle your face, and he took one step closer to press a kiss on your forehead. Chris did this often, especially before you left the house, you had seen him do it to his younger friends, too. The gesture always brought heat to your face, and you honestly didn’t think you’d ever get used to it.

“Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. Have fun, love!” was the last thing he told you before he turned around and returned to his room.

You left shortly after that, feeling actually thankful for the hoodie once you stepped out of the building, since it truly was cold out, and the garment surely helped you retain heat much better than the jacket you were planning on wearing.

That day, you had decided to stay at your friend’s place for an impromptu sleepover, and the entire thing triggered the second weird interaction with Chris that weekend, just that this time it was over text.

< You: heyyyyy darrliinnng,,,, < just so you know i’m staying here today < dont forget to lock the door tonight < AGAIN

> Xtopher 🐺: i never forget to lock the door pretty girl > lier > liiiieeeerrr

You scoffed at the message, but you also couldn’t help but chuckle after. The nerve of this man, as if you hadn’t arrived home late at night or even the next day after going out to find that he didn’t lock the door. After a couple of minutes, Chris texted again.

> Xtopher 🐺: u guys on ur own?

< You: no < my friend’s older brothers are here < we’re playing mario kart

Chris had read your message. You could see he was online, and you saw the ‘typing…’ message appear and disappear for five whole minutes before he finally replied.

> Xtopher 🐺: u wearing the hoodie > ?

< You: yes?

> Xtopher 🐺: show me

You rolled your eyes, just slightly annoyed–or you tried to tell yourself you were annoyed, in reality you had a smile on your face, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit amused by Chris’ antics. You decided to humour him. After all, you hadn’t taken the hoodie off since you left your flat. If anyone asked, you’d just tell them the thing was comfortable–which wasn’t entirely a lie–but the truth was you continued wearing it just because you enjoyed the way you could smell him on it. It was almost like he was there, hugging you.

< You: [sent a photo]

> Xtopher 🐺: good > u should sleep in it cutie > its cold today

He’d mentioned this ‘it’s cold, you’ll catch a cold’ thing twice already. Chris could be overly protective of his friends, you’d seen it time and time again with your neighbours–his friends–and you’d even been on the receiving end of his worries many times in the past, so you decided not to think too much of it.

The moment you opened your flat’s door the next day, Chris was already pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You let him hug you, because of course you did. It wasn’t like you never hugged, but it was honestly never like this–never had he held you this close, this tightly. Even if his behaviour had been slightly out of the ordinary you couldn’t bring yourself to not let him hug you, selfishly deciding that you would let yourself indulge.

What you had not been prepared for that day, though, was feeling Chris press his face to your neck, nor feeling his nose lightly brush the area right under your jaw. You tensed at the foreign feeling, and Chris tensed immediately after. He scrambled to pull himself away from you, mumbling a ‘sorry, welcome back. There’s food on the stove’ before he promptly disappeared into his room.

Things got weirder as days went by, Chris would simultaneously get close to you and try to keep himself as far away as possible. It got especially weird one night when his friend Seungmin came by. You’d hugged Seungmin to greet him–just like you always did–and you were both suddenly startled by a low growl. Seungmin’s eyes snapped in Chris’ direction, looking at him sitting on the sofa, glaring at you two. Seungmin had moved faster than you could even register the movement, walking as far away from you as possible and rambling on to his friend about something you honestly couldn’t even remember now.

You knew what Chris and his friends were. You knew what this entire building was–although you didn’t know it when you first moved here.

Your mother and Chris’ worked at the same company, so when he started to look for a roommate because ‘godforsaken bills are expensive as shit’, his mother had asked around the office for any possible candidate, and your mother had given her your contact details since you had been looking to move out for a few months by that point.

The building wasn’t particularly big, only four floors without counting the ground floor. You learnt after moving in that the building belonged to Changbin’s parents. Changbin was one of Chris’ closest friends, and that arrangement with his parents made it so the both of them and six other friends of theirs could move into this building.

At first, you had been hesitant to move in with a man, but on your first visit Chris had made you feel so comfortable and welcomed there was no doubt in your mind when you finally decided to move in.

You learnt of their… Condition four months after moving in. You had a date and the guys thought you wouldn’t be coming back that day. Chris was clearly not counting on your date being an absolute asshole and you running back to your flat that same night, because as soon as you stepped through the door you found three large ‘dogs’ in the middle of your living room with Chris and a handful of his friends surrounding them. They all gave you panicked looks, and after a lot of screaming and prying and questioning, Chris confessed to you that they were werewolves.

It had taken you a full week to accept the truth, but once you did every single odd behaviour you had noticed in Chris and his friends made a lot of sense. Their monthly ‘camping trip’ that would always conveniently happen when there was a full moon, how touchy and affectionate he and his friends were, ‘cuddles are a must!’ he would say often when holding onto someone, or how hot their skin was… The list could go on and on. Interestingly enough, they never made you feel threatened or in danger, on the contrary, they had welcomed you into their lives–into their den–and they even became your friends, too.

You had done a lot of reading on werewolves since then. Sometimes you asked Chris for details when you felt specially curious, other times you just went on the internet and dug out whatever you could find, but this odd behaviour of Chris’ lately was something you hadn’t inquired further into yet. You’d been too busy trying to study for your upcoming exams while balancing work, and that left no room for your mind to wander. Hell, you hadn’t even had time to fold your laundry, the pile of clothes being moved back and forth from the chair to your bed every morning and every night.

You were sitting on your chair, leaning over the desk in your room to scribble on the countless sheets of papers scattered around, trying to cram even more information into your brain. You certainly needed to take a break, but it was hard to bring yourself to. The universe, however, clearly had other plans for you.

The sudden knock on your door startled you, but you still turned around and mustered a soft ‘come in’, only to see Chris open your door shortly after, making his way into your room.

“Hey, you wanna eat–” His movements stopped and his eyes opened wide as his gaze moved from the pile of clothes on your bed, to you, back to the clothes, and back to you.

“Ah, sorry for the mess. I haven’t had time to fold my clothes”, you shrugged, pulling the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing–his hoodie–down your arm again, since you usually had to roll it up to your elbow when you wanted to write to avoid shuffling the papers around.

Chris’ eyes followed your movement, and the doorknob he still held in his hand rattled slightly as his grip around it tightened–tight enough to make his fist tremble.

“Shit…” He mumbled, only to turn around and bolt out of your room. “Shit, shit, shit…” You could hear him swearing even as he walked away, and alarm bells started to ring in your head instantly.

Your body moved almost on its own, following him down the hall. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…” He fumbled with his bag that had been discarded this morning by the sofa, pushing his laptop inside. “Gotta go…” You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or not, but you pressed him further.

“Christopher, what’s wrong?”

“You… Shit… Go, go, go…” Chris made a beeline towards the front door, picking up his keys from their designated bowl on the bureau as soon as he made it to the entryway.

You couldn’t let him leave, not when he looked this… Well, you weren’t sure what he was feeling, but he was certainly frantic, and that couldn’t be a good sign. So you moved quickly, getting close to him so you could pull on his arm. “Chris–”

At that moment you were reminded that Chris and his friends were, in fact, otherworldly. You couldn’t even register the movement, one instant you were standing in the middle of the hall and the next you had your back against the wall, with Chris’ hands at either side of you and his body pressing you to it as his nose brushed against your neck, inhaling deeply.

“So fucking good…” His voice was barely a whisper, but there was absolutely no space between you, so you heard him. You heard him loud and clear. You should’ve felt intimidated, scared even. But right then, as you felt his warmth seep into you, and hearing the low tone of his voice, you couldn’t help but come to the realisation that you liked it.

“C–Chris”, your hands came up, your fingers barely brushed his sides, but then he moved away, rather abruptly.

“Fuck, I’m… I’m so sorry”, he brought his hands to his head, burying his fingers in his hair, and pulling the strands as he started to pace around the hall. “I’m so sorry. So, so sorry”.

“Are you… Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask, he was clearly extremely worried, and now that you got to look at him better, he almost looked in pain. It was starting to worry you.

Chris’ eyes snapped up to meet yours, and an incredulous look settled on his face. “Am I okay? I just pushed you against the wall and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

You simply held his gaze, just like you always did. You didn’t know how long the stare-off lasted, probably a few seconds, but it felt eternal. You would’ve continued staring back at him had a growl not resonated from deep within his chest, making the fine hairs at your nape stand on end and your eyes go wide in surprise, while his shut tightly. “Stop looking me in the eyes, God. Do you have any idea what that does to my head?”

“What does it do?” You could guess what it did. You could guess because you had thought about it before.

Chris was an alpha werewolf, he was the leader of his pack, and you knew that eye contact could potentially mean you were challenging his role in the group. And maybe you were. Maybe you were just trying to get him to react.

“Makes me want to–” Chris cut himself short, gritting his teeth and grimacing slightly. When he opened his eyes again, they were almost pleading. “God, I’m so sorry. I’ve been… Been trying really hard to not make you uncomfortable, but here I am being a total creep”.

You finally detached yourself from the wall, walking a few steps closer to him, and his body tensed at the proximity. “I don’t think you’re a creep, I’m actually really worried about you. You’ve been acting weird all week, what’s going on?”

“Shit, you… You really have no idea, do you?” Chris’ entire body was taut as he stared you up and down, and the motion made you gulp, almost audibly.

“About what?” You took another tentative step closer. Your brain did register the danger, it urged you to run away, but there was something in you that wouldn’t let you, that wanted you to move as close to him as you could.

Chris’ gaze moved back up to look at your face briefly, only to dip lower slightly, looking at your neck. His tongue peeked from within his mouth, licking his lips almost absentmindedly as he looked at you. “How fucking good you smell”, he inhaled sharply. The action somehow brought heat to your face, it made you blush. “Fuck, it’s been driving me nuts all week. It’s been driving me nuts for months, but especially this week…”

He took a step closer, only to stop his movements as soon as they started, clenching his fists tightly at his sides. You stayed silent, rooted on the spot right where you were, which he clearly noticed. “You need to get away from me. I’m… Dangerous, fuck. The things roaming in my head right now… Shit…”

You knew he was right. You needed to leave. But you really couldn’t bring yourself to. “What are you thinking about? Tell me”.

Shaking his head, Chris shut his eyes tightly, and a faint blush settled on his cheeks. Against your better judgement, you walked another step closer, just as your eyes roamed his form. You had failed to notice before, but now it was very obvious to you what was going on. Your eyes went wide in surprise, and you just couldn’t stop your tongue from leaving your mouth to lick your lips as you noticed the tent in his joggers. He was… He was huge, and you would lie if you said you were not affected by the sight.

Chris’ eyes snapped open, and yours snapped back up to look him in the eyes again. Shit, he’d caught looking, and something was starting to change in his eyes as he looked back at you. Gulping the saliva that had collected in your mouth, you found the courage to ask. “Are you… Are you going through your rut already?”

“So it seems”, he took a step closer towards you.

“Is this why you’ve been lending me one of your hoodies every day? To leave your scent on me?”

His ears grew red, but he kept his mouth tightly shut. His eyes scanned your face for a bit only to finally settle on your neck once again, giving you a minute nod of his head.

“Be honest with me, Christopher. Why are you doing it? Is this something you do with our friends, too, to keep them safe or something?” You needed to know. You needed to know what he thought of you. Did he think of you in the same ways that you had thought of him all these months?

Chris inhaled deeply once again, and he took another step closer. “No, this is not something I do to my friends. I just can’t bear thinking there might be anyone out there that could smell you and get any ideas, especially not when you’re fucking ovulating”.

Your breath hitched in your throat, just as you felt wetness pool in your core, and Chris growled. He literally growled, like an animal, and the sound made you a bit lightheaded, but probably not for the reasons it should have. “Fuck, why are you… Why are you getting turned on by this? You know full well what I am. Go lock yourself in your fucking room while I can still think and hold back”.

“What if… What if I don’t want to lock myself in my room?” You licked your lips, and Chris’ eyes followed the movement, just as another low growl resonated from deep within him. “What if I don’t want you to hold back?”

You felt your back hit the wall again, but it was hard to register it when you could also feel Chris’ lips on yours, when you could feel him kissing you so eagerly. A small whimper escaped your mouth as soon as he kissed you, and you immediately kissed him back, grabbing his shirt tightly in your fists to pull him as close to you as you could while his hands found their way to your lower back.

You could feel his hardened length press against your belly, and it made you whine. One of his hands dipped lower from your back to grope one of your buttocks while the other dragged up your front, finding one of your breasts and squeezing it. His grip was strong, firm and you couldn’t help but moan against his mouth, eliciting a grunt from his lips.

When Chris separated his mouth from yours, he diverted his attention to your neck, pressing his nose under your jaw and inhaling deeply once again. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good. So sweet and fertile”, the hand on your breast shuffled, and his fingers found your nipple, pinching it over the fabric of your hoodie–his hoodie. “I want you to be mine, fuck. Mine and only mine. I’ve wanted it for so long”.

Your inner walls clenched around nothing, and you felt more wetness pool at your core as soon as his words registered in your brain. Chris noticed, because of course he did, how could he not when his enhanced senses seemed to be able to pick up even the smallest changes in your body. He rolled his hips to grind his cock against you, grunting, letting you feel him. “You want that, too, yeah? Wanna be mine? Just say it, love, and I’ll make you mine. All mine”, he emphasised his words with another squeeze to your breast, making you whine.

“Wanna–Wanna be yours… Wanted to for so long, too”.

“Fuck…” He moved his hand from your breast, dragging all the way up for him to take a hold of the back of your neck while his lips returned to yours.

He kissed you with force, with need, his tongue made its way into your mouth to find yours eagerly waiting for him, ready to dance against his. You felt dizzy, completely overcome by his presence around you–his hands, his tongue, his mouth, the sounds he made, how warm he felt under your hands… All combined was steadily clouding your reason–not like you had much of it left since you had moved into this place.

Chris scooped you into his arms, the action was so sudden it made you yelp as your legs wrapped around his middle on instinct and your arms looped around his neck for stability. No one had ever been able to pick you up like this, this… Easily.

You weren’t exactly light, you’d always been on the curvier, chubbier side–which you’d always liked about yourself, you did feel pretty, but you had never let anyone even remotely try to carry you. Yet, Chris didn’t seem to struggle one bit, as if you weighed nothing. Moving with purpose, he started to whisper in your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby. So good. I’ll treat you so well, just like you deserve”.

Your hands trembled slightly as you held onto his shoulders. “Chris…”

“God…” Chris reached your room, pushing the door closed with his foot as soon as he was inside. “Say my name again”.

“Chris”, your voice was barely a whisper, with your lips almost pressed to his ear as you spoke.

“Again” He dropped you on your bed, right on top of your unfolded clothes. Taking a hold of the back of his vest top, he pulled it over his head, and your mouth immediately watered at the sight. He was so incredibly handsome, you could almost feel your hands tremble with excitement at the prospect of finally getting to touch him just how you’d been wanting to

“Chris”, you repeated, looking up at him as he kneeled between your legs. He was so broad, you just couldn’t stop your hands from reaching out to palm his shoulders while his fingers hooked on the waistband of your leggings, and you gasped when he pulled them roughly down your legs.

“Fuck… Look at you”, his hands found your inner thighs, rubbing them up and down, dragging them over your skin for a bit to warm up, only to grip them tightly after, making you squeal.

He pushed your legs apart, roughly, all so he could shove his face between your legs. His nose prodded your clothed entrance, making you moan softly, and a low growl seemed to have started to rumble deep within him. Never had you felt this affected by anyone, every single one of his movements had your skin on fire, your senses alert, and especially now, as his tongue dragged over the wet spot on your underwear, making you swear under your breath.

By the time you registered the movement, Chris had already torn your underwear apart, the thing reduced to shredded scraps that he simply threw on the floor, looking almost offended that the garment had been on you in the first place. His gaze fixed on your core, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips as two of his fingers came to collect your essence, spreading it all over your slit.

“So fucking wet”, his fingers moved from your entrance to your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had you whimpering under his touch. “Who made you this wet?”

“You did–” Your words caught in your throat when his fingers moved down again.

“Who?” He shoved two of his digits into you, the wetness between your legs letting them enter you with ease. The sudden intrusion had you throwing your head back, curling your toes, and you couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his fingers moving in and out of you, deliciously dragging against your walls.

“You, Chris!” His tongue swiped over your clit, and as soon as he tasted you, an almost animalistic groan escaped his throat.

His mouth was relentless, kissing and licking your clit while his fingers fucked you open. Time and space slipped between your fingers, all thoughts in your brain disappeared as your mind filled only with Chris and his fingers and his tongue and the sounds he made. If him eating you out and fingering you felt like this, you couldn’t even fathom how it’d be like when he fucked you, but you were certainly more than ready to find out.

Two fingers turned into three, that later turned into four, stretching you open to your limits while his tongue on your clit coaxed the lewdest sounds to come out of your lips. The most alluring part of it all, though, was his eyes, staring deep into yours. It was almost as if he was finally getting his payback for all the times you had stared back at him in the past, like he was trying to remind you, to shove in your face, just who was the predator and who was the prey.

And it made you feel warm, really warm. Sweat collected on the back of your neck as his fingers stretched you open and his tongue worked you up. A low, constant growl rumbled from him, you could feel the vibrations on your thigh that rested on his shoulder, and you could’ve sworn it had your whole bed vibrating with it. All you could do under his touch was moan and pant and whine, completely unable to form any coherent sentences when he had his mouth on you.

Your orgasm hit you hard, your walls spasmed repeatedly around his fingers, and your whole body shook with your release. The onslaught of sensations had tears pricking your eyes, had you struggling to get air into your lungs. The fact that your upper body was still covered by his hoodie probably added to that slight feeling of suffocation as warmth continued to spread all over your body.

Chris finally pulled his fingers out of you, and he brought them to his mouth to lick them clean, savouring the taste of you on his tongue with a deep growl. Attaching his lips to your thighs, he peppered them with kisses, licks, and bites, leaving purple splotches on your skin, mumbling to himself–the words falling against your skin, vaguely sounding like ‘so pretty, so, so pretty, so pretty, my pretty girl, gonna make you feel so good, gonna stuff you full, pretty, pretty’.

When he was satisfied with the art he left on your thighs he shuffled so he could kneel between your legs again. “Off”, Chris tugged on the hem of your hoodie, pulling it off of you in one swift motion, making your body bounce a bit when you fell back onto the bed as soon as the garment was off. “Fuck… Have you been wearing my clothes like this all the time?” His hands dragged all the way from your neck, down your breasts, your belly, and you could see his eyes taking you in, roaming all over your naked form as you laid under him.

“Only when–” Your words caught in your throat when his fingers started to tease your nipples, when you noticed his eyes were absolutely fixed on your chest. Chris seemed to be completely enthralled by the sight in front of him, by your sensitive skin under his fingertips, by the sounds he was coaxing out of your mouth with his fingers working your chest.

Swallowing, and after taking a deep breath, you got enough clarity in your mind to speak again. “Only when I want to feel like you’re the one warming me up”, there was a permanent blush on your face, it had made its home there as soon as his mouth connected to your heat earlier, so letting out one of your deepest secrets hardly changed your outer state.

Chris’ gaze snapped up from your chest to lock eyes with you, and you felt your breath catching in your throat again. You had never seen his eyes looking this dark. He had the prettiest brown eyes you’d ever seen, but right now his pupils almost completely engulfed that warm brown of his, leaving only black behind. With one final lick of his lips, his mouth found yours, kissing you deeply, hungrily. You’d admit that during your time living here, you had wondered many times how his lips would feel, how’d it be if he kissed you. They looked soft, plump, and now that you finally got a taste you were sure you wanted to have them on you as many times as possible, for as long as possible.

Taking your lower lip between his teeth, Chris moved away from you, eliciting a whimper to escape from your mouth once he released you. He got rid of his joggers, and his cock stood tall and proud between his legs. Fluid leaked from his tip–a lot of fluid–clear and thick. He collected some of it in his palm, coating himself thoroughly before he finally wrapped his fingers around his length, pumping it.

You propped yourself on your elbows, trying to get a better view, and you were completely captivated by the sight of his head popping out of his fist as he jerked himself, subconsciously licking your lips while you stared. He was bigger, girthier, than any regular human you’d seen, much less fucked. Quite honestly, it was slightly intimidating, but you weren’t one to back down from a challenge, especially not when the only thoughts in your mind right now were Chris and his fucking werewolf cock.

In one swift movement, Chris took a hold of your hips and pulled you further down on the bed, making you yelp. Your upper body fell back on the mattress with the motion, and he pushed your thighs together, moving them towards your chest. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he spread saliva over his palm before he wrapped his fingers around his length and coated himself in it–not like he needed it, since clear fluid continued to constantly leak from his tip.

“You look so good like this… You’re so fucking gorgeous”, bringing your legs towards him, he let them rest on his chest. His tip brushed your thighs, right where your supple flesh met, close to your core but not making contact with it, making you shudder as you felt his slick on your skin. “So soft, too”, Chris eased himself between your thighs with a satisfied groan, and your walls clenched around nothing while he held your legs in place and his hips started to thrust back and forth. “Even here, especially here. All mine to enjoy…”

Even if he was not actively stimulating you, this was quite possibly one of the most arousing things someone had ever done to you. The sight of his tip poking between your legs, the feel of his hips against your skin, all added to the look on his face as he looked down at you like you were his meal had you moaning softly, and even whining a bit.

“Fuck, I can almost taste how horny you are… Your scent’s everywhere. So fucking delicious”, his pace picked up, his hips collided against you with force as he fucked your thighs. Not only was it the sound of wet skin against wet skin, but also the feel of him hitting the back of your thighs that had you grabbing handfuls of the bedsheets, that had your whole body feeling tingling with need.

“Chris, please…” You weren’t even sure yourself what you were begging for, but as you stared back into his eyes you felt the urge to beg, so you did.

He pushed your thighs apart with force, and one of his hands took a hold of your hip, angling you just how he needed you to be, just how he wanted you to be, while the other took a hold of his cock, bringing close to your heat to tease your clit with his tip. The contact of his bare skin against yours had your breath catching in your throat, and Chris had a similar reaction as he stared at his cock brushing over your folds.

You knew he was clean, you two had gone to one of those pop-up clinics with Changbin around a month ago since he wanted some moral support after a scare. You’d gotten tested for the heck of it, just as did Chris, both coming up negative, and neither of you had been with anyone after–not like you could think too much about it anyway, you were so far gone you would’ve probably let him do anything to you without any second thought, because you wanted him to do those things, at this point, you felt like you needed him. Badly.

When his length started to make its way into your core, slowly stretching your walls, you truly got to feel his size. You were dripping, as was he–his cock still covered in the mix of his saliva and his slick–and he had prepped you with his fingers, but it was almost nothing compared to this. Bringing a hand to your core, you started to rub circles on your clit, trying to get yourself to relax.

“You’re doing well, baby. So good for me…” He was half way in, and you could hardly breathe. One of his hands moved to tweak your nipple, the stimulation coupled with the one of your fingers on your clit helped ease some of that sting you could feel between your legs.

“C–Chris”, you whimpered softly, looking him in the eyes.

Chris was an alpha, you knew that already, but as you your eyes found his you were able to understand part of his nature. Not because he looked dominant, or lustful, or borderline animalistic, but because he looked at you like he wanted to protect you, to comfort you. Even if he surely wanted to fuck you into oblivion, the need to provide comfort to you was clearly overpowering that need to mount you.

“Shh… It’s okay. You’re a brave girl, I know you can take what’s yours”, with one final push of his hips he finally bottomed out.

Your fingers moved away from your clit as you exhaled–shit, you hadn’t even realised you had been holding your breath. Chris’ hands came to rest on your thighs, dragging them up and down in soothing motions. You felt impossibly full, completely stretched to your limits–had he been any bigger you doubt you would’ve been able to take him in at all.

“Fuck, so tight and warm…” His fingers came to toy with your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. A low growl resonated in his chest, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he licked his lips while he threw his head back to enjoy the feeling of your walls wrapped snugly around him. “I’ll fuck you so good, pretty. I’ll make you all mine”.

You took a deep breath, and your eyes found his once he finally opened them to look at you again. You were still slightly breathless, but that didn’t seem to overpower the determination in your voice. “Do it, then. Fuck me good, Christopher”.

As soon as the words left your mouth, it was as if something snapped within him. The comforting, caring look left his eyes completely, replaced by an animalistic, dark look. When his thumb found your clit, rubbing precise circles on it, and his hips pulled back, only to snap back into you almost immediately, starting a fast, hard pace, you couldn’t help but cry out. It was a lot, a lot but somehow not enough at the same time.

Your walls adjusted quickly, the harsh sound of his hips hitting your skin made you dizzy, and it was almost like you could feel him in your throat whenever he thrusted all the way in. If you ever thought you had been fucked hard in your life, that had been nothing compared to the way Chris was fucking you now.

His fingers dug on the skin of your thigh, you could already feel bruises forming under his hold, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was having his hands on you, having his body over you, and having his cock fuck you open.

His thumb never left your clit, and before you could even register it building, your release hit you, making him growl at the feeling of your walls pulsating around him as he kept pounding into you. “So good for me, love. You’re taking me so fucking well. Can’t wait to fill you to the brim”.

Barely giving you time to catch your breath, Chris pulled out of you to take a hold of your waist, swiftly flipping you on your stomach, so he could pull your hips up for your lower body’s weight to rest on your knees. “Look at these hips, fuck…”

He pushed his cock into you again, taking the air away from your lungs as he resumed his relentless pace. “So fucking perfect… So breedable and ready for me”.

The hold his hands had on your hips was firm, strong, his fingers dug on your skin, and the fullness of your flesh gave him plenty of leverage to grip you tightly and push you back to meet his thrusts. “You’ll carry my pups so well, love. So fucking well. You’re so fucking perfect”.

You could barely keep your upper body propped up on your elbows, grabbing handfuls of the sheets to keep yourself mildly grounded. You honestly couldn’t do anything other than moan and whine and whimper his name. His hand sneaked around your hip to rub circles on your clit. You were sensitive from your previous orgasms still, added to the stretch of his monster cock, his fingers on that bundle of nerves between your legs had you almost seeing stars as soon as he started to stimulate it.

The sudden sting between your legs brought your senses back to reality, only enough to remember what alpha males experienced when they were going through their rut, something you had read once, and when you’d asked Chris about it he had blushed profusely and walked away from you, leaving you hanging.

“Chris!” You whimpered, feeling the extra stretch steadily growing within your walls.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. You can take it, I know you can”, his fingers on your clit sped up impossibly faster, rubbing you for a while, building your release once again only for you to finally come crashing down.

His hips stuttered with the feel of your walls spasming around him, and by the way your walls stretched around his length, by the way his knot kept catching at your entrance as it grew, you figured he was getting close to his own climax. Chris leaned over you, with his chest against your back and his hand pressed your lower belly, lightly gripping your soft skin, he whispered in your ear. “Take my knot, baby. I know you can take it in your perfect little cunt. I’m gonna stuff you full of my pups soon and you’ll take it all, yeah?”

“Y–yes…” Your voice was hoarse, barely even loud enough for yourself to hear, but Chris heard you. There was no way he wouldn’t hear you when he was so close to you, when you might as well had been one and the same at this very moment. A low, drawn out growl reverberated against your back when he finally came, when he finally shoved his knot as deep as he could within your walls for his seed to fill you up.

It felt like he was coming for an eternity, his cum spurted endlessly from his cock while he rubbed his face on your shoulder, your neck, your back, mumbling ‘mine, all mine, my pretty girl, all for me…’ nonstop, mumbling the words like he didn’t even need to think about them, like it was all he could focus on while he filled you to the brim. A ringing broke free in your ears, your whole body ached and you felt truly stuffed completely full by the time Chris finally stopped coming.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he manoeuvred your bodies, taking special care to not let his knot pull too much while you moved. He laid you both on your side, this position allowed you to feel less of that pulling sensation between your legs, leaving only a dull ache that seemed to ease the longer you spent laying there in his arms. Even if you were achy and in a bit of pain, you couldn’t help but feel immensely satisfied, oddly proud of yourself after taking this much.

Chris pressed pecks on your shoulder, just as he caressed the soft skin of your lower belly while he whispered words of encouragement on your skin–‘you took me so well, baby. So, so well, I’m so lucky, you’re so good to me…’ He did this for a while, a while of his lips trailing kisses from your shoulder to your neck and back again, a while of goosebumps rising on your skin wherever he touched. His soothing, caring motions made your eyelids heavy, almost lulling you to sleep.

“I’m sorry, baby…” Chris mumbled against the skin of your shoulder, pulling you back from that semi-asleep state you were falling into.

You sought his arm, gently caressing him, and you felt goosebumps of his own raise under your touch. “Why are you apologising?”

“For… For having you go through this”, he sounded apologetic, ashamed, even, and you didn’t like it one bit.

You scoffed, almost offended. “Don’t let it get to your head, babe, but this is probably the hottest sex I’ve ever had”.

Chris laughed, incredulous. “Fuck, I don’t know who’s crazier here, me or you”, he was starting to sound more like his every day self, and it made you smile. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy, just how you always felt whenever you spent time with him.

“Clearly me. I’m the one who begged a fucking werewolf to fuck me”, you chuckled, as did Chris.

A comfortable silence settled between you two, you took his hand in yours, bringing it close to your mouth so you could press kisses on his palm, his fingers, all while he kept kissing your shoulders, your neck… A comfortable silence spent just cuddling each other, enjoying each other’s warmth and each other’s company.

You were silent for a while, until a question popped in your head suddenly, and curiosity wouldn’t let you just keep it to yourself. “Isn’t it too soon for you to start your rut? I remember you telling me about the previous one, it wasn’t that long ago, only a handful of months, no?”

“It was supposed to start later this month, which is why I was still in the house…” During his last rut, Chris had left the flat for a few days to stay at one of the vacant flats in the building–something he and the rest could do thanks to an arrangement Changbin had with his parents–that was actually how you came to know about ruts in the first place.

Burying his face in your neck, Chris inhaled deeply, letting out a content sigh right after. “Since my rut was so close, I guess your ovulation triggered it”, he chuckled, but his body suddenly tensed. He removed his hand from your hold so he could lay his palm flat on your lower belly, and when he spoke he sounded slightly panicked. “Shit… Fuck, I’ll get you the morning after pill”.

That made you laugh, loudly. “Are you for real? After all that talk about breeding me and me carrying your pups?”

“That’s… It’s a biological thing, okay?” Embarrassment clung to his voice, and it made you chuckle softly. “I’m on my rut, of course all the wolf wants is to breed you. I mean, I can’t blame him, look at these hips, fuck…” He took a hold of your hip, the soft flesh dipped under his hold when he gripped it tightly. When he finally released it, he caressed the area.

“But I… Uh… I haven’t even taken you on a date yet! We can’t have children like this”, he tapped his fingers on your hip, just as his lips resumed their motions, pressing soft pecks on your shoulder.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea either”, sure, it was hot while you fucked, but now that you can actually think like a person you knew he was right, and you decided to come clean. “Anyway, just so you know, I’m on birth control. The one that makes you ovulate still apparently”, you chuckled softly, and you felt Chris’ body relax behind you.

Chris hummed against your skin. “Lucky me… You do smell so good. You always do, but fuck, this week… Unbearable. Had me hard most of the time, could barely hide it. Can’t believe you didn’t even notice, it’s not exactly easy to hide…”

“I can’t believe you’ve been fucking scenting me all week”, you chuckled.

“Babe, don’t think ill of me, but I started scenting you a month after you moved in…”

You blinked a few times, and you wished you could look him in the eyes right now. “What? Why?”

He mumbled something against your skin, something you couldnʼt quite catch. “What was that?”

Chris sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing you further into him. “I said… I couldn’t stand when you came home smelling of other men… I couldn’t stand thinking of them doing things with you, to you, that I wished I could do…”

A blush spread over your cheeks, and you were honestly unable to say anything other than a barely audible ‘oh…ʼ

“So, yeah. I’ve, uh… I’ve liked you for a long time, if you couldn’t tell…”

Slowly, you noticed how his knot started to deflate, and his seed started to pour out of you and onto the mess of clothes under you. “Shit… My laundry”, you chuckled, honestly not caring much about having to wash another load. “I like you, too, Chris. A lot”.

He hummed, further burying his face in the back of your neck as his knot deflated completely, allowing you to move freely again. “I can’t believe you had your clothes here on your bed like this, fuck… Almost gave me a heart attack”.

“Why?”

Chris propped himself on an elbow, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before he moved over you and off of the bed. “Because, pretty baby”, he stretched his limbs, groaning a bit, giving your eyes the opportunity to roam every single defined muscle on his body. A sight that you really appreciated. “With your scent as sweet as it was, and you wearing my hoodie, it was almost like you had prepared a pretty little nest for me to fuck your brains out in”.

You had completely forgotten about nests and what they meant to wolves, and you felt heat immediately come to your face, blushing profusely. “Oh…”

“Subconsciously, it’s almost like you did”, Chris chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “Stay here in your pretty nest, little one. I’ll prepare something for you while I can still think like a man. I don’t think I’ll be able to when my rut hits me fully. Need to keep hydrated and well fed so you can take me this well each time”.

Author’s notex2: so, as i added in the note at the beginning, as of 31/03/2023 this work was re-edited to better reflect my current writing style. i decided to update this post instead of posting it again because i just didn’t want the old version still around lol, but if you want it back, let me know. i saved it and might consider posting it separately for nostalgic value.

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments: It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

Constructive feedback is always welcome :)

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astayinwonderland · 6 months

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"Your surprise is here..." | minchan

pairing: bang chan x f.reader x lee know

genre: smut || a little plot || +18 MDNI

summary: chan is very observant and he just knows you have a thing for minho... [enjoy! (;]

word count: 1.7k

warnings: threesome (ish?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, pet names, fingering, oral (f-receiving and m-receiving), slight mention of degradation, praise kink...

also english is not my first language

You are in love with Christopher Bang. It was always hard to picture yourself with someone and not be scared of them leaving you in the future. But with him, it was different. Chan is a man who values honesty and communication. Since day one, somehow he has extended to you warmth and trust making it impossible not to like him. Now, loving him, that was something else. What didn’t you love about your boyfriend? Is he flawed? Yes, of course, so are you. But it is in his flaws and in his caring nature that you get to be unapologetically you, no secrets, no burdens.

One of the things you have learned about Chan in the time you’ve been together is how observant he is. You have little tells when you’re excited, sad, joyful, horny, extremely horny, and he loves being able to tell so diligently. Even when sometimes you are not aware of how your body reacts.

Chan had his suspicions, but just by looking at you, he confirms it. You have a silly little crush on his friend and bandmate Minho. It’s not just the way you giggle a little bit too much when he makes a joke, it is the way your hand touches his arm for a brief second, the way you seem to arch your back a little bit for him to casually look at your breasts for a second or two, the way you smile at him with that flirty spark in your eyes. Yeah, you wanted Minho, and Chan was not jealous because at the end of the day, he wants what you want and to please you was his religion.

So one night Chan makes all the pieces fall into place, he is a man with a plan.

Spending the night with Chan is the definition of lovely. You can barely keep your hands off each other. Cuddling, playing pranks on each other, cooking together, having him inside you… you name it. However, you didn’t know what your man was orchestrating behind your back.

So now you find yourself kissing him, one of your favourite things to do. Chan has a way of kissing you that instantly melts you, it is never enough, you want his lips on yours forever. It starts slow, he wants to just see if you’re in the mood… so he waits and observes as you are both sitting on his couch. His sensual lips caress yours, asking for permission to kiss you. When you do, he pulls you closer, making you straddle his lap so he can put his hands on your waist. You part your lips for him and the faintest moan leaves you and the way Chan’s tongue teases your bottom lip makes your hips roll against his.

“Hmmm, are we impatient, my love?” he whispers.

“You know I am…” you reply breathlessly. “Now please kiss me, Chris, fuck me.”

Chan chuckles as you leave wet kisses down his jawline and neck.

The doorbell rings.

“Your surprise is here,” Chan looks into your eyes. They are wide with excitement, and dark with lust.

Your boyfriend carefully lets go of you. Your pajama shorts are wet from your arousal and your bralette leaves little to the imagination.

“There’s someone here for you, but if you don’t want to do this… we can stop,” Chan runs his hands over his blonde hair that slightly curls at the top.

“What do you mean?” your heart races as he opens the door and Minho’s eyes look right into yours, and then to your nipples hardening under your bralette.

“Minho?” you look at Chan. You try to find something to cover yourself with, he shouldn’t see you like this.

Minho walks in, his eyes glued to your figure and you can’t help but feel like a piece of meat for these two men. An unspoken fantasy come true.

“Baby, you have a little thing for Minho, am I right?”

You panic. It was always something stupid and innocent, you love Chan. You blink and your eyes go to Chan, then to Minho, and back to Chan.

“I–” you start but he shushs you.

Shit.

“I just want you to have fun, Minho here wonders if you are an obedient good girl. Would you like to show him, baby?”

Minho still says nothing and Chan smirks in a way you feel your clit throbbing in need of attention. Chan nods to Minho and they walk together closer to your figure. Chan kisses the back of your hand and draws little circles with his thumb over your fingers, reassuring you it’s okay and in that moment you know this is the man you are in love with. He is selfless, he is exciting, he is lustful, he loves to watch.

“Kiss her,” Chan tells Minho, but it is you who pulls Minho towards your lips. Your needy fingers entangling on his purple hair, drawing a deep groan for him.

“That’s it, good girl. You wanted him so bad, didn’t you, baby? Well… now it’s time to follow what I say, yeah?”

You try to nod as you bring Minho with you to the couch Chan sits opposite of you.

“Baby, strip for us, would ya?”

Only then do you stop kissing Minho, his eyes half-opened, lips swollen, ears red. You slowly unclasp your bralette and toss it on the floor. Minho’s mouth watering at the sight of beautiful tits, an arm’s distance from his wanting tongue, but when you pull down your pajama shorts… shit. Is he in heaven or in hell?

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?”

And for the first time since he came into the apartment you hear Minho’s voice.

“She’s exquisite, hyung,” Minho’s eyes never leaving your tits.

Your eyes are glued on Chan, how he palms his very noticeable erection in an attempt to relieve himself a little bit. He winks at you, he is really enjoying himself.

“Lick her tits, she will whimper if you blow on her nipples first and then suck them really hard.”

You don’t have time to process the words coming from your boyfriend’s mouth when Minho’s mouth and hands are already on you. Just as Chan said, Minho first licks your tits, his flat tongue working wonders. Chan’s eyes encourage you to let out your majestic moans, the ones that drive him insane.

“C’mon, my love, let Minho know how good he’s doing,” Chan says, but that’s when Minho blows on your right nipple and sucks hard, his crafty tongue switching between circling it and sucking while his fingers pinch and slightly pull your left one.

“Ah! Fuck–mmhh, shit–” you whimper under Minho’s touch.

You see Chan close his eyes in delight, finally freeing himself from his joggers. His perfect cock delighting your eyes, you want to suck him off, your adorable, perfect, boyfriend.

Minho didn’t stop there, he had you arching your back for him, almost crying for him to give you more. His mouth moves to your neck, licking and kissing you until his fingers tease your fold.

“Fuck, Minho, put your fingers in me already,” you beg.

“No, baby, he has to taste you first. Your taste alone will make him, cum, believe me.”

You moan at his words, so Minho puts his thumb in your mouth and you suck. You suck his thumb as the little needy slut you are because you want to suck Chan off so bad. Your brain can’t process the pleasure Minho is giving you and the sight of Chan jerking off to his friend going down on his girlfriend.

Minho first rubs your clit with his nose and cries are leaving your mouth as your eyes shut in pleasure.

“Make her cum. It’s the least you can do after she’s been so good to us, don’t you think?” The fact that Chan speaks as if you weren’t there makes your head spin and your pussy clenches, eager to cum for both of these men.

So Minho gets to work. His tongue circles your clit as one finger slides into you, the squelching sound of your dripping hole making both men moan in unison.

“Baby, how are you feeling, is Minho making you feel good?”

“Yes… yes–f…uck, yes, Chris,” you moan.

Chan smiles, he knows that when ‘Chris’ falls from your lips your brain is somewhere else. You are a goner. Head so plagued with pleasure your only aim is to climb higher and higher and get the mind-blowing release your body craves so much. This is Chan’s queue to finally stand beside you. He watches as Minho adds another finger in you, his motions quick, filled with lust as you pant and moan his name and Chris’s.

“I need you in my mouth,” you beg, looking at Chan. “Please, Chris, please, fuck! Minho!” you can’t seem to finish one thought when another wave of unmeasurable pleasure washes over you. Minho flicked his tongue over your bundle of nerves his hand now fisting his erect cock that was trapped in his tight jeans.

Chan obeys your command, he wants his baby happy and fucked out. So he thrusts inside your mouth as you moan for him. Hollowing your cheeks as you try your best to take him all in. Minho spits on your pussy and this is it, you are so close, his fingers moving so good in and out of you. Both men begin to talk you into cuming.

“Baby, you are doing so good for–u-us… such a dirty, dirty little thing,” Chan pants, close to cuming as well.

“Cum, please please cum, I want you all over my face,” Minho grunts and he is cuming on his hand.

Chan pulls out and his hand work on his cock angling it to your tits as his eyes roll back, while he cums and cums all over you and fucking hell, you cum with him. You feel like you are ascending to a never-ending feeling of euphoria as you cum with a loud cry, making your head explode and see stars behind your eyelids.

“Fuck…” is all you manage to say before your body lies limp on the couch.

“Shit, baby, you are amazing,” Chan kisses you.

You then reach for Minho’s adorable face which is buried between your legs and kiss him, tasting you in his mouth.

“Next time, tell me exactly what you want, baby.”

You nod.

“Thank you,” Minho whispers and you run your hand through his hair.

“Let’s clean her up,” and with that, the two men gather their strength to take you to the shower… but this was just round one of a steamy night that would not be easily forgotten.

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ -- this idea wouldn't let me sleep so I just poured everything I got into this and it took a toll on my soul... totally worth it though.

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redstayrosie · 6 months

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🔥CHANGBIN X READER INCUBUS!CHANGBIN, HUMAN!READER

🥀🌻🔥changbin & jisung x reader Double the trouble (triple the fun)

🌻🔥Dragon Shifter! Changbin x Reader You were his precious jewel, and as his jewel, you were to be treated with the same care as the other jewels in his collection - even if the process was slightly different.

🔥Changbin x Reader Lollapalooza had you seeing stars, and now you were determined to make Changbin see the same.

🔥Changbin x reader Changbin agrees for you to give him a massage to relieve some of his back pain, but isn’t prepared for the physical reaction he has to your touch. For context, the reader is part of the management team!

HYUNJIN

🔥🌻🥀Hyunjin x Han x Reader Hyunsung Hybrids

🔥Huynjin x Reader After finally convincing you to come out to his friends’ party, hyunjin starts to regret his decision once he realizes that this isn’t the optimal setting for him to attend to his current needs

🌻🔥Hyunjin x Han x Reader Hyunsung Hybrids

🥀🌻🔥hyunjin x reader

An aspiring journalist, you are the news editor for The Uni Chronicles; the campus newspaper, popular for delivering breaking news at the drop of a hat and providing detailed articles about the various happenings around your university. You think you’ve covered every story there was to cover before you’re tasked with producing an in-depth editorial on a student whose name is on everyone’s lips—Hwang Hyunjin.

🥀🌻🔥Hyunjin x fem!reader You and Hyunjin were never on the best terms but when you're cheated on and your ex is trying to get you back, Hyunjin does everything he can to prevent it from happening.

PART1 PART2 PART3-FINAL

🥀🌻🔥Hyunjin x Fem!Reader Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, gets jealous after a night out and punishes you for supposedly flirting with his friends.

HAN

🔥🌻🥀Hyunjin x Han x Reader Hyunsung Hybrids

🥀🌻🔥changbin & jisung x reader Double the trouble (triple the fun)

🌻🔥Han x Hyunjin x Reader Hyunsung Hybrids

🥀🌻🔥Han x Reader Jisung’s initial plan for tonight’s party was to finally gather up enough courage to talk to his long time crush. But for some reason spending time with you instead feels so much more natural and when things get a little more serious, your friend starts wondering if you will notice his lack of experience…

🥀🌻🔥Jisung x Reader For your birthday, Minho manages to get tickets for the hyped club show “Topline”—a concept that offers the spotlight to a surprise artist every week. Your other best friend Jisung declines to come with you and it all makes sense when 3RACHA, the mysterious newcomer indie rock band—that’s pretty overrated in your opinion—appears on stage, featuring him as their guitarist and singer.

🔥Jisung x Reader Jisung could have a PhD in pussy eating, if he wanted to.

🔥Jisung x Reader Nonchalant handjobs w/ Subby! Jisung

🥀🌻🔥Lee Minho/Lee Know x Han Jisung/Han x Fem Reader Reader is lifelong friends with Minho and Jisung and doesn't realize exactly to what extent they all love each other.

PART1 PART2-FINAL

FELIX

🔥FELIX X READER DEMON!FLELIX, ANGEL!READER

🥀🌻🔥Felix x Reader Felix was a cat shifter, living most of his days in his cat form due to unfortunate living circumstances. That is, until you found him one rainy night and his life changed for the better. Years later, he decides that it's time to finally reveal himself to you fully.

🔥Bang Chan x Felix x reader Threesome with Chanlix where you’re yet to discover a very sobering truth about the pair of them.

🔥Bang Chan x Fem!Reader x Lee Felix Guess it’s true when they say best friends love each other in more ways than one…

PART1 PART2-FINAL

SEUNGMIN

🌻🥀🔥SEUNGMIN x READER Seungmin knew what he wanted since the first time he laid eyes on you. The problem is that you have a boyfriend... Actually, that's not a problem for him.

PART1 PART2

🔥kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho Established relationship, polyamory, rock band!au, smut!

JEONGIN

🔥JEONGIN X READER SIREN!JEONGIN, PIRATE!READER

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mintsvnoo · 4 months

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SKZ JEALOUS FAKE TEXTS !

PAIRING hyung line! straykidz x f.reader

( fem reader ver, male reader ver)

( hyung line, maknae line pt. 1, maknae line pt. 2 )

GENRE fluff, fake jealous text

WARNING|S swear words, nsfw jokes

A. NOTE all writings and reactions from these idols are from MY imagination, it does not reflect their actions and reactions irl!

more under the cut !

⋆｡ ˚ bang chan

⋆｡ ˚ lee know

⋆｡ ˚ changbin

#skz #skz x reader #skz x female reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids x female reader #⇢ ˗ˏˋ eviline writes 💬

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memoiresofaneternaldreamer · 10 months

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Pairing: Bang Chan x F.Reader

Themes: Smut | Fluff | Slice of Life | Established relationship

Wordcount: ~ 1.1K

Smut Warnings: Explicit sexual acts - Explicit oral (F.Rec) - Mild overstimulation - Multiple orgasms implied

This story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact.

[08:27] The gentle morning rays filter through the curtains and warm your skin. It is a peaceful morning, one that you haven’t experienced in a while. No work, no schedule, no obligations that would otherwise disturb the quietness you are surrounded in. And quiet it is, well almost. While the birds outside welcome you with their morning song, your lover is still fast asleep next to you, the gentle inhales of his breath reassuring you he has not yet awoken from his slumber.

Laying on your side to face him, you let your eyes feast on the beauty that is him. His sharp brows, which you often find frowned in either thought or concentration, now smoothed out with the peace of sleep. His pointed chin, now decorated with the light shadow of his morning stubble. His plump lips, slightly parted and taking in much-needed air, hiding the smile you know he doesn’t show nearly often enough. You commit every feature to memory, knowing that the sight of him is something you’d never tire of. With your gaze still fixated on his face, you register the moment he awakens.

“Good morning baby.” He rasps stretching out, seemingly unaware of your staring. The low husk of his voice sends an involuntary shiver through you. In an instant your mind takes you back to the night before and how his voice had helped you come undone for him, time and time again.

“Look at me baby, keep your eyes on me,” Chris says, the tone he uses leaves no room for debate. As if you’re in any position to do so anyway. The way his strong hands are gripping your thighs, his broad shoulders keeping them spread apart, restrict any movement you want to make.

Deciding that doing as you’re told is the best course of action at this point; you force your eyes downwards. The sight that greets you between your legs draws a gasp from your lips. There Chris lays, eyes smoldering with a burning hunger, lips glistening with a mixture of your release and his saliva, strong eyebrows frowned in determination, and his fingers still deep inside you.

“I like having you spread out like this, such a gorgeous sight.” He adds on. You register the sultry tone of his voice and know he is not nearly done with you yet. ‘Breaking his personal record’, he had called it, having already pulled two orgasms from you using just his mouth and fingers, and working towards a third just now. The pulsing heat emanating from your core seemed to be the only thing he was focused on tonight.

Leaving you no time to come up with a coherent response, he dives right back in. Pressing his lips to your already sensitive skin, he sucks your clit into his mouth and gives it a deliberate lick with his tongue. “Oh, fuck…” you whimper, the sensation making your whole body jolt, oversensitivity starting to rear its’ little head. Curling his fingers upwards, they nudge a particular spot within you that pulls yet another uncontrollable moan from your lips. So attuned to your sounds and reactions, Chris picks up on this immediately and wastes no time repeating the motion again and again. Every suck, lick, and plunge he delivers makes your walls clench with need.

Feeling the need to hold onto something to ground yourself, you thread your fingers through his dark curls and tug. The slight twitch makes him groan, the vibrations of it pulsing against your core. Ever the overachiever, he sees this as incentive to work even harder, pumping his fingers in tandem with his mouth on your clit.

“Oh god…. Yes baby, just like that.” You say, unable to stop your thighs from shaking, the warmth in your belly steadily spreading through you. When Chris removes his fingers from your core, you have half the mind to start crying, until you feel his tongue prod at your entrance. His nose bumps your clit with every lick inside your hole, slurping up your essence with his mouth. As sinful and downright filthy as this act is, you cannot help yourself but get lost in it all. Everything he does helps you get closer to the edge until you have no choice but to surrender yourself to the pleasure he gives you.

“Chris, please… Oh fuck, fuck, I’m so close…” You almost choke on the words coming out of your mouth. “Give it to me baby, I know you can.” He replies instantly, losing himself in the feeling of you. As Chris rams his fingers into you again, this time harder, faster, deeper than before, just as his skillful mouth resumes its’ sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you topple over the edge. “Fuck. Yes, yes, yes, just like that.” He encourages, scorching heat spreading all over your body, the pleasure overflowing each and all of your senses, until there is nothing more than ‘Chris’. His scent, his touch, his breath, and his body on you. His motions do not relent, not until you weakly push his head away from you, wanting to make sure you are thoroughly satisfied.

“Shit, baby, that’s enough. Please…” you whine, your core aching with the beginnings of oversensitivity. Agreeing you had enough for one night, he detaches his mouth from your heat, slowly pulling his fingers from your core. Bringing them up to his lips, he sucks them clean before pulling himself up and against you, his mouth catching yours in a heated kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue is almost enough to give in again, but you (cleverly) decide against it. Pushing himself away from your body, the self-satisfied smirk that takes over his face makes you roll your eyes. “Three in a row,” He purrs, “A new personal record indeed.”

“A very good morning indeed,” you smile, the breathiness of your tone a dead giveaway to where your mind had been. Chris smirks but says nothing, opting to pull you closer to him instead. Snuggling into him, you listen to the steady beat of his heart and the peacefulness around you.

Just as you’re about to fall asleep again, the subtle rise and fall of his chest lulling you to sleep, you hear his reply. “What do you say I try and break my record again?”

Little brainrot of mine because Chan is still refusing to leave the place he has taken in my heart. Hope you all enjoy!

Send me your hard/soft thoughts - feedback/fangirling is always welcome.

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lix-ables · 2 years

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hi can u make a smut where y/n just woke up from bed and really horny, and then humped chan’s thighs slowly cuz y/n doesn't want to woke up chan then chan woke up cuz of y/n’s noise.

‘’ ɴᴇᴇᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ—

bang chan x f.reader ! smut, minors dni, includes humping, edging, begging, dirty talk, size kink, praising, mentions of reader slipping into subspace, slight degradation bc the tiny corner of our minds need it; wc —787.

taglist. @chvnnie @hwajin @starlostseungmin @joonszn @meowtella @leeknowcity

note. the way i needed to write this so quick, neglecting my psych assignment? coz this plot is so good? anonnie, please im sending you smooches for this idea.

do send me feedback about my works, i highly appreciate it!!

you suck in a deep breath, with a realization of your hand between your legs, your hips thrusting into thin air, wishing for some kind of help or friction. you try going back to sleep, rubbing your eyes, only to turn to your left, your boyfriend’s peaceful sleeping body coming into your view.

chan’s face, the small smile he had on his face made you think of all the times he greeted you, anytime you got back home from class. but right now, all you could think of was riding his thigh, feeling his muscles clench just to tease you. well, more like thinking of humping his thigh.

it was normal for you to shift close to chan for warmth, even on days it wasn’t really cold. so he was used to you tangling your legs together, your leg often riding up his, just to get a small giggle out of him. but today it was different for obvious reasons.

you tried not to whine when you felt your hands feel his hard chest under his shirt, and definitely tried not to whimper when your soaked, clothed pussy touched his clothed thigh. that’s when he moved, pulling you closer to him, humming, a small sigh leaving his lips when his arms wrapped around your small body, your core rubbing slightly against his skin.

you wanted to put your fist in your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a sound, tears already forming at the corner of your eyes, and you buried your face into his chest. chan’s leg moved a bit more, almost as if on purpose, but you knew he was asleep. your eyes flutter at the sensation your body was feeling.

sure enough this wasn’t exactly heaven, but it was better than having to try going back to sleep, while being horny. your hands try their best to softly grip onto chan’s waist, your hips moving against his leg. your lips forming an 'o', trying to muffle out any sounds you made, but that was until his grip tightened around your waist, his fingers slipping down to push your legs apart for him.

“you want me so bad don’t you?” he asks, his voice sleepy and lazy. “couldn’t wait till i fucked you in the shower, hm?” chan’s fingers slip into your panties, his face bending down to kiss your face, and you lift your head up, allowing him access to your neck. “please..”

“please what, darling?” chan’s thumb rubs your clit, and your hips move, your body needing this. “words, or i’m not going to let you continue.”

“need your fingers...”

“are they not in you, huh?” his nose nuzzles your neck, and you shiver next to him. your body ached to just pull the covers away, and straddle his waist. you wanted to just have him guide you against his body, to just have him make you cum over and over till you couldn’t take it anymore. “are my fingers not fucking you right now?”

“t-they are but...” “speak up, or you’re not getting anything,” chan scolds lightly, his fingers moving away, tapping your pussy, cupping it and making you hump his leg again. “are you going to finish whatever it was that you were doing?”

you mewl out a response, your body now tired from edging yourself too much already. his large hands rest on your waist, pushing your shirt up to expose your breasts to him. “needy little thing wants to cum, but won’t work for it. just how pathetic is that, huh?” chan chuckles, his tone almost as if he was mocking you and your actions, making you want to hide under the covers.

“beg for it, and maybe i’ll let you ride my thigh properly this time,” chan promises, sounding sincere. “i might even let you ride my cock, if that’s what you need, but i’m not letting you leave this bed until you’ve fucking stained my pants.”

you nod, eager to have anything he gives you, be it six in the morning or ten at night. the way you inched up to him, made him smirk, and you could see it. your face turned red when your brain mentally scolded you for being so needy. but you needed to cum. you remembered the last time chan let you cum, for hours together, that you almost slipped into subspace.

“aww my needy little angel, c’mere. let me help you out till you make a pretty fucking mess on my face. so needy and pretty, all me. isn't that right pup?" chan whispers into your ear, his hot breath making you wet again, as he shifts so he’s now kissing you, all the way down to your core. “next time you’re needy, i’m fucking you till daylight.”

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids hard hours #stray kids scenarios #skz hard hours #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz thoughts #bang chan imagines #bang chan smut #chan imagines #chan scenarios #chan smut #bang chan x reader #kriss' thirsts

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crispy-chan · 2 years

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Maze of Memories | masterlist

➳ pairing: bang chan x f.reader (ft. lee felix & ??)

➳ genre: hunger games!au, action, angst, thriller, fluff

➳ warnings: themes of violence, injuries, foul language, blood, grievance, (varies per chapter!)

➳ summary: you're the unlucky reaped female tribute from district 9 with no fighting skills whatsoever. all you want is to enjoy your last few days of life before perishing in the arena, but you somehow manage to catch the eye of the volunteer from district 2…

➳ total word count: 76.9k

STARTED — 01/25/2021 COMPLETED — 10/09/2021

➳ chapter 01

➳ chapter 02

➳ chapter 03

➳ chapter 04

➳ chapter 05

➳ chapter 06

➳ chapter 07

➳ chapter 08

➳ chapter 09

➳ chapter 10

➳ chapter 11 (epilogue)

moodboards:

➳ bang chan

➳ lee felix

fanart:

➳ chan (by the amazing @/mocimori)

➳ 🗒: maze of memories (all asks related to MoM)

NAVIGATION | SKZ MASTERLIST

I do not own the Hunger Games franchise, just the story and plot I've written.

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softly-savage-mint-yoongi · 2 years

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Spookinktober 2021 Day 28

Welcome to Softly Savage Mint Yoongi’s week of spooky and sexy stories to count down the last week of the best month of the year! Please enjoy these seven stories, about a zombie, a vampire, a witch and her familiar, a werewolf, a serial killer, a grim reaper, and a monster hunter- respectively. Each story is standalone, so you may read them however you like, and remember to stay scary, and sexy. ;) Spookinktober 2021 Day 28 Pairing: Bang Chan x f.reader Spooks: The softest vampire boyfriend the world has ever seen. Vampire feeding and physiology. Kinks: unprotected sex, begging, biting. Pretty mild. Words: 3k

You can’t deny you’re interested; you always have been. It would be worrisome if you were in a consensual relationship with a vampire if you had never given some thought to his needs and his appetite. Still, it’s been almost a year, playing this frustrating game that stopped being such quite a long time ago. You had talked about it before to a certain degree, just brushing your fingers around the edges of the discussion about his feeding on you someday. About the line it might cross. Your sweet, loving Chan is the perfect gentleman, or so he tries to be. Sometimes, when you notice he’s swept up in his head a little more, you can feel his eyes automatically rove your features as you go about doing the most mundane of tasks. You know he’s thinking about what he wants to do to you- and yet he refrains. Other times, when in the throws of your shared passion, he struggles if he hasn’t fed for a while. He tries to stay away from your bare skin during those moments, but when you’re begging him to fuck you how can he say no? His fangs protrude, and he slows down to both savor and control every careful moment his stiff cock is stuffed inside of you. It’s gotten worse over the last two months, and although you welcome the notion of stepping over that line, your lover is quite hesitant. Bashful, awkward, and endearing in his love and devotion to you and your beating heart. Ever the masochist, he suffers on occasion at the hands of his supernatural thirst. Tonight, you’re tired of seeing him suffer. You’re tired of his crankiness and tired of meeting his eyes- wide and red-brown and conveying every emotion and ounce of pain he’s going through as he swallows around nothing but the dryness of his throat. “Chan,” you call to him, barely above a whisper. He hears it no doubt, with his superhuman senses and abilities. He doesn’t acknowledge you from his place cooped up against the headboard of your shared bed, smaller than the one at home while you’re staying in this resort. In the wilderness of Norway, on a trip to see the Northern Lights. It was all magical to see the stunning autumn foliage across the mountain forests on your hike yesterday, all the way up until the night sky opened up to the beautiful display of natural lights that danced across the sky. Chan had agreed much of the same, excitedly shaking his fists together with a boyish laugh. He could breathe easier up in the fresh air, where it wasn’t as polluted with humans and blood. That was, until you had come back to the hotel and Chan had immediately pushed you behind him as he entered the room; the scent of another caught in his nose. He followed it just to the corner of the room where your suitcases stood against the wall. Chan’s backpack was on the floor, dumped open, and the item he most needed on this trip was gone, stolen. The two blood packs he brought with him, “Fuck.” “How could this happen?” you wonder aloud, coming to stand beside him to look at the mess. One stony hand flew to his hair, shoving the dark brown locks roughly around his skull. He sighed as you began to pick up his things from the floor and pack them up neatly into his bag. His laptop remained, fortunately. Chan stooped down to help you, “Had to have been another vampire.” “But how could they know?” you wondered, “Could you really smell a sealed blood pack from outside of this room?” He shook his head, “Maybe, but if they could smell me and they were desperate enough, they probably knew there was some chance of me having a pack on me.” He immediately regrets waiting to drink it and knows that every hour that passes until you’re both home will be the worst. So here you were, the following night, sitting in front of the fireplace of your room with a book while Chan tries to keep himself occupied even though he will be starving well before you’ll get back to Korea. Well before he can get home to feed. “Chan,” you call again to him, setting your book down and kicking off the blanket in your lap, approaching him on the bed. He catches the sight of your movement and peeks up at you. Your

lover tries, really, to smile at you like there’s nothing wrong. Like he isn’t worried or hungry. Maybe tonight, finally, he will listen and let you have your wish. If nothing else, for the risk of everyone’s safety, including his own, if he can’t control himself during the trip home. You start by taking his computer out of his lap and gently pushing his headphones down around his neck. He looks at you with a flurry of complex emotions flitting around in his eyes; the color a little more of his natural brown today. The red is just barely visible as if there were a gentle scarlet glow to the edges of them. The clearest indicator that his stomach is very much empty. He lets you do as you wish, automatically lowering his knees to let you slide onto his lap. There’s a fond sense of ‘home’ as you look upon him in his comfortable attire- a simple pair of sweats and a hoodie, all black as night. Your arms come to rest across his shoulders casually as you sit perfectly still against the chilly stone of his form. “Can you kiss me?” you wonder quietly. Just the corner of his lips tilts, and he leans forward to kiss you delicately. Chaste as it may be, it still ignites the fire in your veins, and Chan suppresses a chuckle at the sound of your heartbeat picking up just enough when he pulls away. His hands find your legs, tapping at them awkwardly with his palms as he gives you that flattened smile. The fake one that tells you he’s a little uncomfortable. “No,” you say to him, planting your hands over his own and bringing them to your waist, “Can you kiss me?” Chan hesitates, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows, uncharacteristically silent. His jaw locks as he wars with himself. You push his limits, pushing your chest to his and letting your fingers run down the length of his neck, his chest. Your legs widen imperceptibly to anyone except him as you settle your weight directly over his clothed crotch. “Please,” comes the quiet pout from your lips. Your fingers tug at his neck, gently curling in the nape to fidget with his hair. Your lips ignore his stillness, going straight for his lips. Then to his cheek, his jaw, his neck- where you feel him swallow again. Then lastly, to a place you know makes him weak as your mouth plays at the space just behind his ear. His speed never ceases to amaze you- eliciting a gasp of delight as he caves and pulls you flush against him while his lips capture yours in a momentous joining. All cold breath and wet tongue pushing into your mouth and hands that push and pull your flesh in a show of need that works your hips down against his own, harder and desperate. His eyes flash when you pull away to breathe momentarily, warning you to stop here. The sound of your heart pounding in your ears with excitement makes him swallow again- the ache of it scrunching his face just the tiniest bit. “I wa-” you start, but he cuts you off, looking away. “Don’t,” he bites out. You slide off of him much to his relief, but only to stand beside the bed and remove your clothes. Chan can do nothing but stare, sighing deeply when your pink, rosy breasts are exposed to the firelight and his eyes. He swallows again, closing his eyes, only to find you standing there naked and beautiful when he opens them again. It isn’t a question when you move over him again, ignoring his slight protest when you resume your position over his lap. “I’m not asking, Channie.” His fingers betray his resolve as they gently rub at the skin of your hips, “We can’t.” It makes you smile, and understand his frustration and worry, but he underestimates himself. “We can. You need it,” you say, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at you, smiling at him. You bend to kiss him, and he lets you, more pliant this time as you move your lips against his. “I want you, and I know what I’m doing. What I’m asking for,” you coo, dropping your hands to play at the hem of his hoodie, intending to pull it over his head. He complies, at least temporarily- leaning back to pull the swaddling fabric over his head, landing in a heap on your

side of the bed. Chan looks at your face while his hand rises to move some hair that’s fallen into your face behind your ear. His gaze is warm, especially when you kiss at the pads of his fingers as they pass over your lips. In the glow of the firelight, he appears more human- the soft flames blending with the color of his skin, creating soft shadows across his plush lips, the width of his nose, the angle of his brow. Just for a moment, you’re watching one another; appreciating the intimate proximity and the visual artworks you find so interesting about each other. Of course, you give in before he does. He’s been alive for hundreds of years- waiting is child’s play to him. Chan doesn’t seem to mind though, a hum vibrating his throat when you initiate the next kiss. Your hands roam his chest and feel the tension in his shoulders without stopping, letting your nails scrape lightly across the planes of him as they go. Typically, Chan is a little bit more enthusiastic about sex and often initiates contact first. He isn’t one to be chatty during the whole ordeal though, so his lack of words doesn’t throw you off one bit. Where you might be nervous, given he usually leads, the swelling of him that you can feel at the apex of your thighs and his responses to your actions give you enough confidence to continue. You know Chan well; he's letting all of these decisions be yours tonight. He is giving you every opportunity to stop, and you’re certain if you said the simple word, he wouldn’t question or chastise you. At least not verbally. But his apparent lack of directing tonight doesn’t dissuade you as you gently tip him, just enough for the broad plane of his back to press into the wood of the headboard, giving you the leverage you need to press your palms against his pectorals and roll your hips. He hisses quietly, handling the globes of your ass in his palms and meeting your core with the slightest raise of his own hips. It will be tonight that you get your way, you think idly. Tonight you will tease and tantalize him, and the moment he is fully seated in your velvet heat you will beg. Several moments pass between you this way, admiring each other with lust-filled grazes of fingertips and lips, without urgency to free Chan’s cock from the confines of his loose sweats. His hands switch to your breasts, squeezing and teasing your sensitive buds between the chill of his dexterous fingers or his pillowy lips. He is still very meticulously orchestrating every move he makes. If this doesn’t count as foreplay that’s fine, but you’re sure there will be none necessary- you’re dripping wetness over the cotton of his pants and you are aching to be impaled on the perfect length of him. Not so thick and long he causes problems but just enough to make you ache with the stretch every time he is first fully seated inside of you. He seems to understand it too, and quite frankly he looks ready to devour you despite his control. A slight unhinging to his features, screwed up tight with tension and desire. Your arms snake around his neck and into his hair, consoling the strain this is clearly putting on him. “It’s okay,” you shush quietly as he breathes in your scent deeply, “You’re okay.” You use one arm to keep his head cradled to your chest while the other descends to his hip in an attempt to begin working the waistband of his sweats down to his thighs. Chan notices, and at the sound of your whine, moves his hands with vampiric speed to shove them down before they’re back at your waist, squeezing and encouraging your flesh. He hugs your curves to him immediately, appearing to have snapped at the feel of your slick cunt against his length- stealing a kiss and keeping your lips together and he lifts you effortlessly and brings you down over the head of his erection. Chan groans lowly against your neck the whole way down, and you plant a kiss to his head just where your lips touch him. Your lover only waits for a breath before he sets a languid and quick pace, guiding your hips where they undulate against his own. He wants to

indulge, but he is also afraid of hurting you. In his mind, the faster he sends you reeling into the clouds the faster he can get away from the rhythmic siren’s call of your pulse. Your fingers take hold of his head, cradling the back of it against your body, working your hips to move yourself up and down his cock. Chan groans when you push yourself down hard, wiggling your hips back and forth to drive him deeper every few thrusts. His lips fall open against your collarbone and his fingers tighten their grip on the flesh of your hips. “Chan,” you moan, pulling your nails against his scalp. His lips are too busy to answer, licking and nibbling at the skin until his mouth reaches your breast. You feel it then, the protrusion of his fangs where the front of them bumps against your skin with his kisses. The sensation has you squeezing him within your walls, and he releases a choked hiss again. “Look at me,” you breathe to him, and his head snaps up to catch your gaze. You rock yourself harder against his lap, “Please.” Chan’s brows furrow even though he thrusts into you a little harder. He doesn’t answer except for a distinct growling that sits in his chest like gravel. Hands pull him harder against you, and again he lets you as you push your entire body against him as if you wanted him to absorb you into his being. “Please,” you whimper at him. “We can’t come back from this,” he says immediately, and his voice quakes. “I know,” you answer, soothing his fears, “I trust you.” He moans at those words from you. With your love and affection for him, and your ability to believe in him to take responsibility for your safety while he’s nestled so deeply in your cunt frays the last inch of his restraint. “Please,” you beg one last time, and it breaks him. His arms cage you to his chest, wrapping around your waist solidly before one climbs to your hair. He tugs your face down to meet his gaze one more time before he kisses you. All of the pent-up hunger spills from him as he burns your lips on his until you have to lean back and pant for breath. “It’ll hurt for a second,” he soothes, kissing his way down your neck, to your chest. His place of choice as he drags the flat of his tongue across the swelling of your breast, and then he hesitates for just a moment. Chan’s brows furrow, and then a pricking sensation- a feeling akin to when you have your ears pierced or get your blood drawn. Just enough feeling of two thick needles passing through, and then it’s gone. Replaced by the rigidness of his cock doubling its efforts inside of your now sopping core as his frenzy begins. Like a form of dark magic, there’s an unmistakable shift in the pleasure that takes you. His tongue laves over the wound as he drinks, moaning deeply with every swallow. Your cheeks burn, and suddenly your orgasm is thundering, crashing around you. Your lips open on a silent cry, near shaking as Chan fucks you through it. It feels like there’s cotton candy filling your veins and you feel dizzy as you come down, entirely spent. Chan looks proud the next moment, just as your tired eyes find his face. He’s already finished feeding, and his lips are plump and red with your blood. His face contorts as the next moment- moaning loudly as he screws his eyes shut and follows you to ecstasy, holding you close. Several hours have passed before you open your eyes, not realizing you had fallen asleep the moment Chan reached his peak. Your bones feel tired, but there’s a pleasant weightlessness to your limbs, almost like you’re drunk, without the mind fog. The weight of Chan’s body is beside you, back in his hoodie and sweats with his laptop in his lap. He smiles down at you when he notices you’re awake, immediately curling into your resting body to cradle you close and kiss your hair. “Thank you,” you whisper, curling into him just as much. He hums, “I think I’m the one who should be thanking you.” You don’t answer him, instead curious about your skin as your eyes wander down to your bare chest beneath the blanket he’s wrapped you in. Two very tiny dots

adorn the top of your right breast, and you poke at it to notice only very mild soreness. Perfectly alive and fine. Chan eyes you with amusement, trying to hide how happy he is now that he’s actually succeeded in giving you both what you want. He must still be careful, but there’s nothing left to worry about or try to fight off. He feels lighter, even if he’s a little more damned. And when you turn your head to look up at him, your world is perfect in that moment. He is here with you and he is happy. You crossed the line together and you finally feel like he really has all of you, much to your desire. You give him a dazzling smile, proud to see his eyes are brighter, and barely any brown is noticeable among the deep scarlet.

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straylightdream · 10 months

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run to you - my sweet savior

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: bang chan x chubby/plus size f.reader

friends to lovers / non idol au

↳ after running away from an abusive ex there is only one person you know you’ll truly feel safe with.

{ “You mean so much to me, and I just want to keep you safe. I’m so sorry he was ever able to hurt you,”

“Chan nobody was able to protect me.”}

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit sexual content (smut warnings below the cut), and mentions/talks of abuse happening (by the mc’s ex) before the story, and mentions of injuries from abuse. This is gonna be a heavier story.

𝐚𝐧: I started to really second guess this story when I was editing if I’m being honest.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected piv, oral (male rec), fingering (fem rec), this is pretty vanilla they’re in love, names such as: baby, and baby girl

You had known each other since your freshman year of college when your dorms were on the same floor. You became friends right away when Chan accidentally ran into you while he was walking to the library. He’ll never admit it to anyone but he did it on purpose. He had seen you talking to your friend and wanted a reason to talk to you. He figured it would be the best way to start up a conversation. From the moment you met you had become instantly friends. No matter what happened in your life you were always able to run to Chan. He would always be there to save you.

It was the middle of the night, and instead of being at home in bed you ran away to the only person you felt safe with. Standing at his door you rapidly knocked on the door trying to get him to come to open it quickly. Pushing the tears off your flushed cheeks that had a large bruise already forming you inhaled deeply trying to stop crying. If he didn’t answer in the next minute you were just going to walk to Changbin’s apartment. You were praying Chan was going to answer the door. You needed him desperately at the moment.

“Who is it?” he asked on the other side of the door.

“It’s (Y/N),” you said through tears as they continued to fall.

Opening the door, he stared at you for a moment. His apartment was dark behind him. You were caught off guard by the fact he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants that sat really low on hips. You could tell that he was asleep before you had woken him up with you pounding on his door. Sniffling, you stood there staring at him. You didn’t even know what you expected from him, but when you left your apartment you knew you needed to go to Chan.

“Why are you crying,” he said with his voice sounding raspy.

“Chan, can I come in?” You asked awkwardly standing in the hallway.

He nodded his head and stepped to the side signaling for you to come in.

You suddenly froze in place and you can’t even fully explain why. He noticed your hesitation and took your hand gently.

Holding his hand, he led you over to the couch that sat in the middle of his dark apartment. He didn’t even bother turning on any lights. The only light on was the one in the bathroom that was giving a dull glow near his bed. You were trying to calm down because you didn’t want to cry anymore. You kept taking deep breaths attempting to stop crying. The weight of the night felt like it was crushing you.

“What time is it?” he asked, sitting down next to you.

“It’s two in the morning,” you sighed knowing you shouldn’t have come to his apartment.

“Is there a reason you came to my apartment at two in the morning crying?” he looked over at you. You were happy the room was so dark so it must have been hard to see the bruises. You paused for a moment because you knew he was probably going to lose his cool when you told him why. “Promise you’ll stay calm,” you reached over and rested your hand on his thigh.

“Why do I know I’m not gonna like what you’re gonna say?”

“I need a restraining order against Jimmy,” you sighed, explaining why you needed a restraining order and was going to have to cause you to re-live the pain. You knew with Chan and Changbin being lawyers they would be able to make the process of you getting one easier.

Jimmy was your boyfriend of three years that you lived with. You thought he was the one you were going to marry until about two weeks ago when things changed between you. He used to be gentle and caring until more recently when things started to change.

Tilting his head to the side he asked, “why do you need a restraining order?”

You swallowed trying to gather the courage to tell him, “he hit me a couple of weeks ago after drinking. I told myself it was a one-time thing that he would never do it again, and then…” Tears quickly brimmed your eyes before you started crying again, reliving that hell of a night.

Chan’s nostrils flared as he tried to stay calm at what you were telling him, “then what?” he asked. He was trying to force himself to stay calm so that he couldn’t just go kill the man who hurt his best friend.

“He came home from drinking with his friends and he tried to kiss me and when I told him he was drunk he slapped me. I tried to fight him off and then he slammed me into a mirror,” tears fell as you looked down at her bare thighs that were covered in cuts. You could already see your legs turning shades or purple and green as the bruises were starting to form.

“What the fuck?” Chan stood up quickly filled with rage. You knew that Chan would have no issue killing Jimmy after what he did to you.

“Chan please stay calm,” you grabbed his hand desperately pleading for him to calm down. You didn’t need him to be mad right now; you just needed him to hold you and let you know you weren’t alone.

“He laid his fucking hands on you,” he gazed off into your direction. He didn’t know what to do at that moment. He wanted to personally go kill the man that touched his best friend.

“Chan, I left him and came here. I don’t need you to hurt him and I sure as hell don’t need you to be freaking out right now. I’m begging you to not do anything,” you sobbed clenching his hand.

He could hear the pain in your voice. Sitting back down on the couch you released his hand and he gently reached up and rested his hand on your bruised cheek.

Not being able to actually see you In the very dark room he asked, “how bad are you hurt?”

“My right cheek is really bruised, and on my left side my body got pretty cut up from the mirror,” you sighed as tears fell.

Gently he reached and wiped away your tears that were staining your cheeks.

“You need to file a police report tomorrow and then we’ll get you that restraining order,” he sighed attempting to calm down.

“Also you’re moving in with me for a while. I’ll take the couch and you can have the bed.”

“I can’t have you sleeping on the couch Chan,” you sighed.“I can sleep on the couch and you can take the bed.”

Silence took over the room for a long moment as you stared at him. He cleared his throat and said, “why didn’t you tell me a couple weeks ago he hit you?”

“Because I was embarrassed it happened and told myself it was a one time thing.”

Closing his eyes he shook his head upset he couldn’t prevent you from getting hurt. This should have never happened a first time let alone a second time.

“Let’s get some sleep,” you stood up. You wanted this hell of a night to be over.

—-

It has been a week since you left Jimmy and this afternoon Chan, Changbin and your friend Molly went over to your place you used to share with Jimmy and got all your stuff. While you were there both Changbin and Chan threatened him within an inch if he ever came near you again.

Laying on Chan’s couch in the middle of the living area of his studio you looked over at Chan who was in bed. You tried your best to fight back tears. You were finally free from Jimmy but that meant you were going to have to restart your life. You had been living with him for the last two years. So that meant you were going to have to find your own place, and your own furniture. You hadn’t ever lived on your own. When you went to college you lived with Molly and then after graduating you moved in together. You lived with her until you foolishly decided to move in with your ex. The sound of you sniffling back your tears had Chan's attention. Sitting up in bed he asked, “why are you crying?”

Pushing the tears off your cheeks you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed you kept crying in front of him. “It’s nothing,” you lied.

“Please come over here and sleep in this bed with me, I can’t have you going to bed crying on the couch,” he sighed getting out of bed.

Sitting up you looked over to where Chan was sitting on the edge of the bed, “I’m fine here. I think tomorrow I need to start looking for a place to live. I’ve never lived on my own and honestly it kind of terrifies me.”

Standing up he slowly started making his way over to the couch where you were sitting. “You can live here as long as you want?”

Before you could say anything Chan was standing in front of you shirtless only wearing a pair of boxers that sat low on his hips. You couldn’t help but stare at his toned body, your mind was lost in thought thinking about how good he looked standing around in just boxers.

“Are you checking me out?” he joked.

“I wasn’t,” you lied again.

Over the last week there had seemed to be quite a bit of sexual tension between you two. Back when you were in college you had slept together after a drunken night, and you had swore you would never talk about it after you woke up the next morning. Since you had been living together for a week you couldn’t help but think about the time you and Chan had slept together. You had fond memories of your night you spent together.

“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch, we're grown adults, we can share the bed,” he held his hand out for you to take.

“Chan are you sure?” You asked, reaching for his hand.

Nodding his head, he led you off to his bed. Slowly you both crawled into bed. Chan moved to one side and you laid on the far side of the bed. You both laid on your sides. Your eyes stayed locked on him as he stared back at you.

“Do you ever think about that night in college?” You knew they agreed to never talk about that night, but after living with him for a week you needed to know. You were curious if he thought about your night together.

He nodded his head, “I do.”

You sighed, “I do too.”

Reaching your hand out you rested it on top of Chan’s hands wondering why he was so good to you. You couldn’t help but wonder why he was your night and shining armor. He seemed to always be there for you, and never asked for anything in return.

“Why did nothing happen between us?” You had been wanting to ask him that question for years but could never gather the courage to actually ask him.

“Changbin was basically in love with you in college and I felt like I betrayed my friend,” he sighed. “Also we slept together right before you started dating that asshole William.”

Chan hated William; he was an asshole jock who cheated on you multiple times. He was one of your exes that did nothing but break your spirit.

“Changbin was in love with me?” You were caught off guard by this information. Back in college when you all met you were basically all best friends. You had a huge crush on Chan, but you didn’t realize Changbin had liked you.

“Yeah he was and if you ever tell him I said that I’ll call you a liar,” he said with a little laugh.

“Is he still in love with me?” You wondered what would have happened if you and Changbin had dated.

“I don’t think so. He hasn’t brought it up in years.”

“Well it’s good to know in college someone other than William wanted to get with a big girl,” you said thinking back to your college years when you struggled with your body image the most. You had zero confidence and went through stages of yo-yo dieting. It wasn’t until after you graduated you learned to love yourself and not care about what people think.

“First of all don’t talk about yourself like that,” he squeezed your hand. “Second of all there were other people who wanted you.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his comments and sarcastically said, “You know I totally had guys lining up to get with me.”

“You know we slept together right, and I was extremely attracted to you then and I sure as hell still am,” he rolled onto his back so he was looking at the ceiling.

Your eyes went wide, completely caught off guard by his words, “excuse me what?” You almost shouted.

“You can’t act like you didn’t know this,” he said coolly.

“Bang Chan you can’t play that comment off like it was nothing,” you sat up on the bed and stared at him still wide eyed.

“You were attracted to me then and you still are?” You were sitting on your knees.

“Why would I have sex with you if I wasn’t attracted to you?” He sat up.

Running your fingers through her messy hair you were trying to take in everything, “I don’t know we were both super freaking drunk.”

“Were you not attracted to me?” he asked, sounding slightly offended.

“Seriously you’re super handsome and funny obviously I was then and I still am.”

“It shouldn’t be shocking that I’m attracted to you.”

“You do realize I’m a bigger girl? I’m not the typical small girl that you normally date, right?”

“You do realize I still think about constantly getting my hands back on your curves right?” he asked, causing your cheeks to burn bright.

“You think about having sex with me again?” You asked completely caught off guard by his comment.

He nodded, not saying anything. He couldn’t believe he was openly giving this information to his best friend who he was sharing a bed with at that moment.

“Did you wanna maybe…” you paused and hesitated for a long moment because you were slightly scared you were going to get rejected.

“Wanna what?” he asked, turning towards you.

“What if we slept together again,” you sighed.

He pushed his eyebrows together processing what you had just asked him. You had just gone through a really nasty break up and this was probably your way of rebounding and no matter how badly he wanted to have sex with you he didn’t wanna be a rebound. If you actually slept together again it couldn’t just be casual sex to either of you.

“Okay you just hesitate so I’m gonna go to sleep and die of embarrassment,” you laid down quickly wanting to crawl off the bed and die.

“Wait,” he grabbed your arm.

“It’s fine Chan, sorry I asked.”

“I want to have sex with you really badly, but I don’t want this to be just rebound sex,” he sighed.

Pushing your eyebrows together you stared at him for a long moment and swallowed trying to figure out what exactly you said to him. “Chan..” you paused.

“It will happen again, don’t worry,” he let go of your arm and was silent for a moment.

“What is happening here?” You asked, confused by everything that was happening.

“We're gonna give you time to get over what happened with Jimmy and soon we’re gonna sleep together again,” he smiled.

You nodded your head

“Alright,” you said before biting your bottom lip.

“We aren’t going to rush this,” he smiled.

[…]

The sound of the rain outside of Chan’s apartment caused you to stir from your sound sleep. The feeling of Chan’s arm laying across your stomach made you to smile. Biting your bottom lip and looking over at Chan who was still sound asleep. Part of you wanted to move over and cuddle into Chan’s warm body. Yesterday the judge had granted you your restraining order against Jimmy. You were hoping that the papers were going to be delivered to Chan’s office today making it official.

The sound of Chan’s phone ringing caused him to pull his arm off of you. You quickly tried to slow your breathing down to attempting to act like you were asleep.

Picking up his phone he rasped, “yeah Changbin?” You loved the way his voice sounded in the morning. When he was still half asleep and groggy his voice had a rasp to it.

“Yeah go ahead and grab some bagels I’m heading in soon. I’ll probably bring (Y/N) with me,” he said.

You couldn’t help but smile at the fact he planned on bringing you with him to work. Slowly you opened your eyes to see Chan setting his phone down on the nightstand.

“Good morning,” you said softly.

“Morning,” he said as he raked his fingers through his messy curls. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and then do you maybe want to go to work with me?” he asked as he started getting out of bed.

“Yeah I’ll go to work with you,” you said, stretching your stiff body.

Chan slowly made his way off towards the bathroom and you couldn’t help but stare at his tone back as he walked away.

Walking over to the rack of clothes you had in Chan’s apartment you attempted to find something to wear. You picked out a nice dress to wear that you could throw a cute coat over the top. Sliding your dress on you walked over and found a pair of black heels that would go nicely with the outfit. Recently since moving in with Chan you had started doing some secretary work for Chan and Changbin at their law office they shared. When you went into their office to help out you liked to look the part.

Walking into the kitchen you worked on making a pot of coffee, and trying to find something small to eat to hold yourself over until you got to the office where Changbin was going to have bagels for you.

The sound of Chan walking out of the bathroom caused you to look up. He walked over to his closet and started looking for something to wear

He pulled out a gray suit that was your favorite suit. As he started getting dressed you quickly looked away and started making yourself a cup of coffee.

As you started pouring the milk into the coffee Chan walked towards you and said, “smells good.”

“I love the smell of coffee,” you said simply as he lightly rested his hand on your lower back as he reached for his travel cup. His touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“Yeah me too,” you said smiling. There was something about Chan’s touch that just made you feel safe.

“Can you make me a cup in my travel cup?”

“Yeah of course,” you said, reaching for the cup he was holding.

“Are you okay if we take our coffee to go?” he asked with his hand still resting on your lower back.

“Yeah of course. Why don't you grab your bag and I’ll get your coffee ready?”

“Alright,” he said, walking over towards his night stand where his bag was sitting on the floor.

You finished making your coffee and walked over to Chan who was standing by the door.

“Let’s go,” you said, handing him his cup of coffee.

You walked the short distance to Chan and Changbin’s law firm. You stood right next to Chan the whole way there, you laughed and talked about Changbin’s love of bagels. You talked about how that was his go to food back in college.

Walking into Chan’s office you found Changbin sitting at his desk eating his bagel. You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

The three of you ate your bagels and joked around a little before the boys got to work. Sitting at a table in the boy’s office you typed away on your computer looking at studio apartments in the area.

“How are there still no good apartments around,” you sighed. You had been sleeping in Chan’s bed every night and the sexual tension between you had gotten so thick that you could cut it with a butter knife, or at least it was for you.

“We’ll find you a place,” Chan said, walking over and sitting across from you.

“Why is everything so damn expensive,” you rolled your eyes. “I just want a studio, I shouldn’t have to pay this much.”

“It’s like that all over the city,” Changbin said sitting down next to you.

“I’m in no hurry to kick you out,” Chan reached over and touched your hand.

Looking down at your hand and then looking up at him you smiled.

Changbin looked at both of you extremely confused on what was going on between you.

“Are you two sleeping together?” he questioned, sensing the new tension between you.

Your heart rate picked up and you pulled your hand away from his, while Chan was extremely calm and just simply said, “no Changbin.”

Pushing his eyebrows together, Changbin didn’t believe Chan. Especially since his question seemed to make you so nervous. He could definitely tell something was different between you and Chan since that night you had left Jimmy. He must have noticed Chan’s lingering touches, and your longing looks. Changbin knew that Chan had always been protective of you, and that right now he probably felt like he needed to protect you even more than normal.

“We aren’t,” you said awkwardly. You technically weren’t lying to him, you weren’t actually sleeping together yet. The key word being yet.

“Then why are you acting so weird around each other?” he asked, still pushing his eyebrows together again.

Shrugging your shoulders, you said, “Changbin I have had a really rough few weeks. I’m just acting weird in general.”

Your statement made Changbin go quiet and made Chan smile. The last two weeks had been an emotional roller coaster for you, and you had been so filled with stress working on getting a restraining order against Jimmy. There had also been a lot of sexual tension between the two of you. You hadn’t even kissed, you’ve just shared longing touches and longing looks coming from you. You thought about the feeling of Chan’s lips on yours almost every second of the day. You would find yourself staring at his lips fighting the urge to get up and kiss him.

The boys went back to work and in the middle of the afternoon the sound of a knock on the door caused all of you to look up. You stood up and went over to open the door. You found a post office worker standing on the other side of the door holding a large envelope.

“This is for (Y/N, Y/L/N),” the postal worker said.

“That’s me,” you said as your heart was racing. You knew exactly what this envelope held. You turned around to find both of the boys looking over at you. Changbin looked like he didn’t know what to say to you, and Chan looked like he was trying to focus on the tone in your voice. “I’m free,” your voice was shaky and you were on the verge of tears. You couldn’t even begin to explain how you felt suddenly.

You sat back down at the table and slowly you opened the envelope to find your official restraining order against Jimmy. He wasn’t ever going to be able to hurt you again, and you knew deep down inside if he ever broke this Chan and Changbin would be there to protect you.

“(Y/N) is that what I think it is?” Chan asked, reaching over and resting his hand on top of yours.

“I’m free,” you said as tears slid down your cheek. You didn’t want to cry, but in that moment, you were just relieved and couldn’t help the tears. His thumb rubbed against the top of your hand, the simple gesture made you smile. “He won’t be able to hurt me again.”

“Changbin, why don’t we call it an early day?” Chan asked, standing up. He knew him and Changbin had more work to do but right now he wanted to get you away from the office.

“Yeah that’s a good idea,” Changbin said standing up.

“Let’s head back to the apartment,” Chan said, resting his hand on your shoulder.

Looking up at him you softly said, “okay.”

Chan grabbed his bag and led you out of the office. As you got into the elevator you were joined by a handful of people which caused you to be pressed against each other. Your back was pressed against Chan’s tone torso and he had his free hand that wasn’t holding his bag resting on your curvy waist. Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on Chan’s hand that was touching you. You didn’t want to think about Jimmy anymore. You didn’t want him to take up anymore of the space in your mind.

As the elevator doors opened and the people inside poured out you reached down and laced your finger with Chan’s and led him out of the elevator. He glanced down at your hands and then looked back up at you and gave you a smile.

The walk back to his apartment you were sharing was short. As you entered the apartment you let out a heavy sigh. Chan slowly shut the door and walked towards you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, knowing deep down inside you were going to be okay. You had a lot of thoughts going through your mind.

“Yeah I am,” you were okay as you were ever going to be. “Hey Chan?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he asked, sitting down.

“I’m ready,” you whispered. You finally felt free and you wanted nothing more to be held by Chan’s strong hands.

“Are you sure?” he asked slowly, reaching up to loosen his tie.

“Yes,” you said, walking towards him to help him take off his tie. As you removed his tie Chan moved his hands to rest on your round hips. Removing his tie, you lightly placed it on his bed. He moved his hand and rested it gently on your cheek. Lightly he tilted your face towards his. “Thank you for looking after me,” you said softly.

“I would do anything for you,” he moved his face down towards yours and rested his forehead against yours. “You mean so much to me, and I just want to keep you safe. I’m so sorry he was ever able to hurt you,” his voice sounded shaky. You know he’ll never forgive himself for not being able to protect his best friend. You can tell him until you’re blue in the face that there wasn’t anything he could have done and he’ll never believe you.

“Chan, nobody was able to protect me,” you sighed. “I should have left the first time he hit me,” a tear slid down your cheek. You blame yourself for Jimmy hitting you, you knew you should've seen the signs pointing to Jimmy becoming violent, but you were just blind to it. You didn’t even want to think there was a chance the man you loved could hurt you.

“I should have seen the signs this was happening, I saw you countless times after the first time he hit you. I should have noticed something was up,” he slid his thumb across your cheek removing the tear that had slid down.

Slowly he pressed his lips to yours for a slow longing kiss. His lips tasted better than you remembered, you felt as if they were made for yours. Your hands gripped his white dress shirt as your lips started moving together. Pulling your lips away from him, you reached up to push his jacket off.

“Nothing like that will ever happen to you again,” he stated.

The second his jacket was off you stepped away to remove your own coat. You took a second to remove your heels. You stood in front of him watching as he untucked his dress shirt and started unbuttoning it. As he removed his shirt your eyes locked onto his toned stomach. Your eyes traveled up to his face to find him smirking.

“Let’s get your dress off,” he said, stepping towards you. He reached for the hem of your dress and pulled over your head slowly. You stood in front of him in only your bra and panties. You would normally feel exposed but with him you didn’t. Reaching down you worked on removing his belt. You fumbled with it for a moment before he let out a soft laugh and removed your hands to remove his own belt. You stood there watching him as he removed his shoes and socks and pushed his dress pants off. The sight of him in nothing but a tight pair of boxer briefs was absolutely mouth watering.

His hands reached behind you and unhooked your bra. You both stood there in only your underwear with only a couple of inches between you.

“I’ve missed seeing you like this.” His lust hazed eyes traveled up and down your curvy body.

“Believe me I’m nothing special.” You sighed and looked down at your soft stomach. You were still dealing with the fact that you didn’t feel comfortable in your own skin.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that, you are so beautiful,” he sighed before pressing his lips to yours again. Pulling his lips away from you he whispered, “you are the most beautiful person I have ever known.” His lips started kissing their way down your jaw. His touch was a mixture of wet kisses and light nips. You held your eyes closed tightly just enjoying the feeling of his touch.

“How do you know all the right things to say?” You asked with your eyes still held close.

“Because I have wanted to say them for a while,” he said as his lips ghosted your skin. He dropped down onto his knees in front of you and your eyes opened quickly as his fingers hooked into the top of your panties and slowly slid them down your thick thighs. Your breath hitched as he kissed your thighs.

“Chan,” you sighed.

“Yeah baby?” he asked looking up at you.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked as you signaled for him to stand up. He stood up and he was standing in front of you again.

He pushed his eyebrows together and looked at you completely confused by your question. He just grabbed your hand and put it over his boxer-briefs that were strained against his very hard erection. “You’re the one who did that to me,” he said, smirking. “I don’t want to be with anyone else other than you right now.”

Reaching down for the top of his boxers you slid them down his tone thighs. You didn’t think you would get over the sight of him naked. Back in college he was extremely handsome and in shape, but now he was even more in shape. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered.

“Come here,” he said before crashing his lips into yours. As your lips moved together Chan strong hands moved down towards your round ass and pulled you close to his body. Slowly Chan started walking them backwards until Chan fell back on the bed and brought you down with him. He rolled you onto your sides and you pulled away from him and stared at him for a long moment. He moved to roll onto your back so he’s hovering over you. His lips captured one of your nipples while you moaned his name. Dragging his lips away from your skin he looked up at you and whispered, “spread your legs for me.”

His words made you even wetter at just the anticipation of what was to come. Sitting back on his hunches between her legs he lightly pushed your legs further apart. You tried to steady your breathing and stay calm as you watched him steadily pump his length. Your teeth caught the bottom lip.

His finger slid between your folds as did gentle circles around your sensitive nub, and you couldn’t help but whine wanting more than just his fingers on you. Removing his finger, he held his length and pressed his tip to your entrance. You gasped as he pushed into you. Your hands gripped the cotton sheets below you. His hands gripped your round hips as he rocked his hips into your core. Your head rolled back and you moaned as he pushed fully inside you. He stilled for a moment and rubbed your clit earning another moan from you.

“I need you close,” you moaned.

“Okay,” he rasped as he held himself still inside you as moved his body so he was hovering over you. Connecting his lips to yours he started to roll his hips against yours again. Your hands gripped at his strong back he thrust into you. He couldn’t help but groan at how tight you were.

“You feel so good baby,” he groaned with his lips ghosting your shoulder as he continued to push into you.

“Please don’t stop,” you whined.

Your nails clawed at his back holding him close to you. The sex in college had been fun and sloppy, but this was a whole different thing. This was filled with passion and lust. You couldn’t seem to get enough of each other as his teeth nipped at your shoulder.

“Chan,” you whined. You weren't sure if you knew any other words than Chan’s name at the moment.

You panted and whined as he pushed you over the edge. Your walls pulled at his length as he came inside you. He stilled in you completely as you whined riding out your own high. Removing himself from you he rolled onto his back attempting to catch his own breath.

“I needed that so much,” you sigh.

He reached over to pull you closer to him. You curled up next to him and rested your head on his chest. Silently you laid there just enjoying your post sex bliss.

“That was better than college,” he softly laughed.

“That was way better than college.”

Leaning down he lightly kissed the top of your head. You couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for you. You thought it was obvious that the both of you had feelings for each other, but you weren't sure when you should actually talk about them.

“Maybe we could take a nap and then order some Chinese food,” he said as his hand ran up and down your spine.

“That would be great,” you said as you curled up closer to him.

[…]

The feeling of his lips on your skin drove you mad in the best way possible. Chan laid on the couch with you sitting in between his legs. He wore nothing but his boxers and you in nothing but your bra and panties. Chan’s lips were attached to your neck sending a shiver down your spine. He peppered kisses across your skin, and occasionally nipped at the sensitive skin causing you to giggle.

Pulling away from him you looked at him and just smiled. You had just slept together and you couldn’t wait to have sex with him again. He made you feel like you were the only person on the earth that mattered to him, and it made your heart flutter.

“Why are you smiling at me?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

“How do you know I’m smiling? I’m not even facing you?”

“Because I know you,” he spoke softly as he reached his hand up and rested it on yours and he brushed the pad of his thumb against the corner of your mouth. “Why don’t we go back to bed?” he asked. He couldn’t seem to get enough of you at the moment, and he didn’t think at this point he would ever get enough of you. He wasn’t sure how you had managed to wait so many years since that drunken college night.

“Alright,” you whispered, reaching over and lacing your fingers with his. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, you seemed to make him happy.

Standing up you pulled Chan’s hand and helped him up, you led him over to the bed, and stopped right at the foot of the bed. You placed your hand on his strong chest signaling for him to stop. He didn’t say anything, he just stopped in place curious to what you had planned. Silently you dropped to your knees in front of him. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip as your fingers hooked into the top of his boxers.

“What are you doing?” he asked as you slid his boxers down his strong thighs. You didn’t say anything, you just slowly licked his length causing him to groan. He sure didn’t expect you to start going down on him. If he remembered properly from your drunken night together you had confessed to him you hated giving head. As you took him in your mouth he was confused on how some who hated doing this was so good at it. Your hands gripped his base as you slowly bobbed your head against him. He closed his eyes holding back a moan as you dragged your tongue against the underside of his length. It was taking everything in him not to tangle his fingers in your hair and help her movement. You hummed with him in your mouth and he just about came right there. His fingers tangled in your messy locks and lightly tugged trying to signal for you to stop.

“Baby,” he moaned. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth if you don’t stop,” he groaned.

You released him with a pop and looked up at him enjoying the sight of him on the edge. Standing in front of him you reached behind yourself and undid your bra. He was still standing there with the same grin plastered on his face. “Did you enjoy that?” You asked, reaching down and taking his hand.

“Words can’t explain how great that was,” he said, smiling. “I thought you said you hated doing that?” he asked, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

You placed his hand on your breast and said, “I used to hate doing it but remember that frat guy William I dated back in college after we hooked up?”

“Unfortunately, I remember him,” he said as his hand started massaging your breast.

“Well he liked getting head more than having sex, so I got pretty good at it,” you said, remembering back to your time in college. You were really starting to regret not telling Chan how you really felt about him back then.

“I hated that guy,” he groaned.

“I hated him in the end too, but at least got good at doing that,” you said with a little laugh.

“Okay I don’t want to hear about your asshole ex anymore,” he said before closing the distance between you. His lips were intoxicating to you, they were like a drug you couldn’t get enough of. His hands moved from your breast to your round hips. He held you close, as your lips moved together.

Pulling away from him you grinned and took a step back. He wasn’t ready for that kiss to be over and he rasped, “I wasn’t done.”

You worked on removing your panties so Chan wasn’t the only naked one, “patience.”

Chan took this as his cue to crawl onto his unmade bed. Sitting in the middle of the bed he waited for you to join him. “Close your eyes Channie,” you wanted to tease him.

“I hope you’re naked,” he said, causing you to laugh.

“You can find out in a second,” you crawled onto the bed. For some reason being with Chan gave you a sense of confidence you had never actually had before. Crawling on your hands and knees you made your way to Chan who connected his lips to yours for a kiss that was filled with a sense of hunger. He wasted no time rolling you over so he was resting on top of her as their lips moved together.

He opened his eyes and couldn’t help but feel the love behind them. Pulling away from you he settled himself between your legs. “Are you ready?” he rasped.

“Yes,” you sighed.

He thrust into you painfully slowly, he gripped your round hips holding onto you as he rolled his hips. You reached up and gripped his ass attempting to speed up his thrust. “Let’s take it slow baby girl,” he rasped. Just the mention of him calling you baby girl almost sent you over the edge. Chan had always been flirty with you, and quite touchy, but he had never really called her anything other than your name before you moved in with him. Him giving you a pet name in the middle of sex made your heart race.

“Just like that,” you sighed, moving your hand up to his shoulder blade to pull him closer to you. You needed him to put his lips on yours, and you just needed him closer. When you were having sex with him you just wanted him to be as physically close as possible to you. His lips connected to your as your nails scratched his back holding onto him. You couldn’t hold back your moans as you moaned into his kiss.

Chan was a man who knew his way around a woman's body, and it drove you mad. He pulled his lips away from yours and you moaned his name loudly. His pace picked up as you hooked your leg over his hip giving him a new angle.

“I’m close,” you moaned.

His lips attached to your neck as he pushed you over the edge. You held your eyes close tight as you rode out our high. He panted as thrust into you holding off his own high. Your eyes open to find him staring at you with a sense of hunger. The way he was staring at you turned her on so much.

You pushed on his chest signaling for him to stop, his hips still and he panted trying to catch his breath. He was so close to his own high it wasn’t going to take much more.

“Why are we stopping?” he panted, still inside you.

“How do you want to end this?” You asked knowing that the missionary was considered boring, you liked clinging to him as you came, but you wondered what he wanted.

“Baby…” he trailed off as if he was trying to figure out what to say to you. “I’m not trying to fuck you senseless, this isn’t just sex this is different. I want to savor every moment with you.”

You were trying to wrap your mind around what he had just said to you, you weren't sure what was going on with you two. You knew you weren’t together but you were pretty sure you were in love with the man that was still inside of you. His words led you to believe that he had feelings for you too.

“What does that mean?” You reached up and rested her hand on his cheek.

“I would like to finish making love to you and then we can talk,” he said as his hips slowly started moving again.

Your eyes brimmed with tears as thrust into you slowly over and over again. You didn’t want to cry but what he said made you quite emotional for some reason. Chan seemed to care about you more than anyone you had ever been with. It didn’t take much before he finished. He stilled in you for a moment and leaned down and connected his lips to yours for a soft kiss.

He rolled off you and laid on his back with a smile on his face, he didn’t seem to notice that his words seemed to have knocked your world on its side. You laid on your side staring at Chan feeling extremely confused. Part of you want to jump out of bed and just run away. You wanted Chan and you to be together, but suddenly you were terrified of your feelings for him. You had been burned by love so many times, and you knew nobody would ever care for you like Chan did, but you were still scared.

Chan reached his hand over and rested it on your chest as you looked up at the ceiling trying to figure out what you needed to say. “Why does your heart feel like it's about to burst from your chest?” he asked, still trying to catch his own breath.

“Because I’m still coming down from that orgasm,” it wasn’t the full truth, but technically you weren't lying to him.

Chan could tell by your tone something was wrong, he wasn’t sure what caused you to start freaking out but he needed to know.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you said, attempting to escape this conversation. Crawling out of bed you quickly went to the bathroom. You left Chan laying on his bed very confused.

Walking into the bathroom you turned on the water and waited a minute to heat up before stepping in. You were hoping that the warm water was going to wash away anxiety you suddenly had about you and Chan talking about your relationship. You stood under the warm water closing your eyes trying to figure out if you and Chan could even work as a couple. For so long you had thought often about what it would be like to be with Chan.

You opened your eyes at the sound of the sliding glass door opening. You found Chan standing in front of you.

“Why did you just lie to me and then run away from me after we had sex?” he asked.

You swallowed and knew you were going to have to tell him how you actually feel about him. Pushing some of the water from her face you said, “because what you said scared me.”

He pushed his eyebrows together confused, “what scared you?” You could tell he was wondering if you suddenly regretted sleeping together.

“That you said it wasn’t just normal sex,” you whispered as your eyes once again started to brim with tears.

He stepped closer and reached down and took your hand in his, “is that all you thought this was with us?” You knew he was probably afraid to hear your answer. You had waited to have sex because he didn’t want to just be a rebound, and he cared more about you then he had ever cared for anyone.

“I didn’t think you actually saw me as more than a friend,” you whispered.

“(Y/N) you can’t be serious?” he said, taking another step towards you. He was now standing under the water with you and there was only like two inches separating you. You were silent, feeling suddenly embarrassed. “I wouldn’t have slept with you just to have casual sex. I value our friendship too much to do that. I care so much for you,” he reached up and placed his hand on your cheek. His words were causing your stomach to twist in knots.

“Chan, I think I love you,” you whispered, afraid to actually say it out loud. “I think I’ve loved you since that night in college.

“You think?” he asked as his thumb gently brushed your cheek as he had his hand still resting on your cheek.

You nodded your head. You knew if you spoke again you were going to break down and cry, suddenly you were so overcome by your emotions.

“I love you too,” he smiled.

You couldn’t help but start to cry, you had been through so much recently with Jimmy hitting you. Between you getting your restraining order and Chan taking care of you. You suddenly felt like an emotional mess, you were crying even though his words made you happy.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, sounding worried.

“Because I was scared you didn’t feel the same way,” you whispered.

He didn’t bother saying anything; he just leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. The sound of the front door opening caused you both to jump apart.

“Did Changbin just come?” You whispered praying this wasn’t how Changbin was going to find out.

“Yeah,” Chan said, nodding his head.

“What the hell do we do?” You asked, praying Changbin wasn’t gonna walk into the bathroom. “I’m gonna go out there and talk to him.”

He slowly opened the sliding door. You reached down and grabbed his hand signaling for him not to leave yet. “Please don’t tell him I’m in here with you. Lie and tell him I’m out and then go to the bar with him. I'll meet you there.”

“(Y/N) are you ashamed of me?” he asked with a little laugh.

You rolled your eyes, “Chan I would prefer he doesn’t find out about us by walking in right after we had sex,” you said sternly letting go of his hand.

“Alright, I’ll see you at the bar in thirty minutes,” He leaned forward and gave you a quick kiss.

He grabbed a towel off the hanger and wrapped it around his waist before walking towards the living area to find Changbin sitting on the couch.

“Hey Changbin,” Chan said, running his finger through his wet hair.

“Where is (Y/N)?” he asked.

“She ran to the store, what’s up?” Chan asked, trying to change the subject.

“I was going to ask if you guys wanted to go to the bar and celebrate the fact that she got her restraining order,” Changbin asked, not bothering to question what you went to the store for. “Why is her bra on the floor?” Changbin asked, looking over at the foot of the bed.

Chan shook his head lightly and wanted to laugh at the fact that you forgot to pick up your bra, but then again, you weren’t exactly expecting company. “She was probably changing before heading out while I took a shower,” he lied.

Changbin shook his head, “telling me why (YN) didn’t come live with me.” He joked, “how is your back not killing you from sleeping on his hard couch?”

Chan shrugged his shoulders knowing damn well he hadn’t slept on the couch, that you and him had been sharing the bed long before you even had sex.

“I’m gonna get dressed and then we’ll head off to the bar, and we can call (Y/N) on the way and tell her to meet us there,” Chan said walking off towards his closet. He grabbed something casual to wear before heading off to the bathroom.

As soon as he walked inside he waited for you to say something. He turned on the bathroom sink attempting to make some noise so they could talk for a second.

“Do you just want to go out there now and tell him or do you want to keep up the lie until the bar?” he asked, reaching out and grabbing her hand.

“He’s gonna freak out,” you whispered knowing that Changbin wasn’t going to take this well.

“Yeah he’s gonna freak out if he finds out another way,” he whispered back as he started getting dressed.

“I’ll meet you at the bar and we’ll work this out there,” you said, sitting down on top of the toilet and watching as Chan got dressed. You couldn’t help but admire his body as he got dressed in front of you. Before leaving he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss goodbye. “I’ll call you in five so hurry and get dressed.”

Chan took off with Changbin towards the bar, and less than five minutes away Chan called you and told you to meet him at the bar. You quickly blow-dried your hair and got dressed so you could meet the boys at the bar.

You found them sitting in a booth with beer sitting in front of them. The second you got to the table Changbin jumped up and pulled you into a tight hug.

“What did you go to the store for?” Changbin asked as you slid into the booth next to Chan.

“I needed more shampoo and conditioner,” you lied.

Chan rested his hand on your thigh causally and gave it a light squeeze. You wanted to look over at him, but you didn’t want Changbin to notice what was happening.

“What did you want to drink?” Changbin asked as the waitress walked towards the table.

“I’ll take a cranberry and vodka,” you said.

“Okay hun,” the waitress said before walking off towards the bar.

“What did you guys do this evening?” Changbin asked casually before taking a drink of his beer.

Chan gave your thigh a squeeze as he said, “we ordered Chinese food and just hung out. Oh, and (YN) took a nap when we first got home,” Chan said it like it was no big deal that he had left out the major detail that you had also had sex a couple times.

“Sounds fun,” Changbin said sarcastically.

“I personally enjoy naps,” you said with a laugh.

Chan slowly rubbed his thumb against the inside of your thigh, it was a simple gesture but his touch was making her stomach fill with butterflies. Not even an hour ago you had admitted you loved each other and suddenly you were trying to act normal.

The waitress came over and sat your drink down in front of you and you gave her a quick thank you. You took a big drink attempting to get a little bit of courage because you knew you needed to tell Changbin that something was going on with Chan because you knew that he was gonna get pissed if you hid it from him any longer.

“So Changbin,” you hesitated. You weren't sure what exactly you should say to him.

“Yeah?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I’m in love with Chan,” you just blurted it out because you weren't exactly sure what else to say. Changbin’s eyes just went really wide and he looked at you like you had two heads or something. It probably had something to do with the fact that you stated it like Chan had no clue.

Leaning his head forwards trying to process what you said he looked over at Chan who seemed extremely unfazed by your sudden statement.

“Chan, did you hear her?” Changbin asked, still confused.

Chan nodded his head, “yeah I did.”

You felt like you might faint suddenly. You weren't exactly sure why she stated it like that but you felt like you had gotten an adrenaline rush. You just stared at Changbin wondering how much he was going to freak out.

“Are you guys together?” Changbin asked, trying to figure out what was going on.

“We don’t know,” you said, realizing that you and Chan hadn’t exactly talked about that.

Chan squeezed her thigh again and said, “yeah I like to think we are.”

You looked over at him and smiled, your heart couldn’t help but race a little.

“Wait, did you guys lie to me when I asked if you were sleeping together?” Changbin asked, feeling slightly offended that you lied to him.

“No, we didn’t lie to you,” Chan said. “We talked about our feelings today,” he took his hand off your thigh and took your hand and laced his fingers with yours.

“I swear to God Chan if you break her heart, I’ll break your nose,” Changbin said, causing you and Chan to laugh. “Wait, is that why (Y/N’s) bra and underwear were on the floor…” Changbin's face dropped at his realization. “Did I almost walk in on you?” Changbin asked, suddenly feeling gross.

You scrunch your face up at the thought of Changbin walking in on you having sex. “Yeah you came kind of close,” you sighed.

“I would never be able to get that image out of my head,” he said, shaking his head at just the thought.

You and Chan couldn’t help but laugh.

The three of you hung out in the bar for a couple hours before you and Chan headed back up to Chan’s place. You walked inside holding hands, and you couldn’t help but feel happy and safe with Chan.

“Thank you so much for taking care of me,” you smiled, stepping towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and just smiled at him. Your lips connected for a soft kiss.

“I hope you don’t plan on moving out anytime soon,” he said with a little laugh.

“I’ll stay until you kick me out,” you laughed.

“I love you so much,” he smiled.

“I love you too Bang Chan,” you said resting your forehead against his.

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Five-Point Star (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Bodyguard/Assassin!Chan x Mercenary!F.Reader Themes: Smut | bit of Fluff | Angst | Strangers to lovers to enemies but lovers? (i don’t even know how to categorise this one) Word Count: ~6k | AO3 Synopsis: With a career like yours, you knew you shouldn’t let yourself fall in love. But honestly, in retrospect, there was no way you wouldn’t have fallen in love with Chris. After meeting him, you couldn’t help but hope that he’d be the last person you fell this deeply for–maybe foolishly so… Warnings: pet names · cold weapons · firearms · questionable morals · graphic depictions of violence · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut) · open ending.

Author’s Note: as soon as i watched the 5-STAR trailer my creative juices started flowing, and i set camp in my google docs until this piece was born. please don’t hesitate to let me know if i missed any warnings… this one’s a bit sad (or, at least, it made me sad). i apologise in advance. thanks once again to @straylightdream and @cursed-mars-bars for reading this and letting me know it didn’t suck💜

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

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Smut Warnings: unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · finger sucking · some praising, of course · oral [F&M Rec] · rimming [F.Rec] · nipple play · creampie · overstimulation · multiple orgasms

In your line of work, it was hard to have any kind of interpersonal relationships. Having either platonic or romantic connections posed a risk, not only to you, but also to the others involved.

Even then, you were a firm believer that, as long as no one knew your identity while you were ‘on the clock’, was enough for you to keep at least a handful of people close to you. You had a few close friends, some with a similar profession to yours, some just office or retail workers that had no idea what you did for a living. What you didn’t have, though, was a romantic partner.

It was tough to keep a relationship going when you couldn’t tell them what you did to bring food to the table. You’d always dance around the topic fairly easily, but, eventually, the situation would become unsustainable, and either you or the other person decided to break things off.

You’d been single for a while now–a long, long while–and you honestly had no active desire to find yourself a romantic companion. That was…until you met Chris.

Chris was a friend of a friend of a friend, someone you had seen once or twice at the odd social gathering you attended. He was incredibly handsome, but, most importantly, he was funny, always made you laugh whenever you interacted, and also seemed to have similar interests to yours.

In a twist of fate–and against your better judgement–you ended up going on a date with him. A date that, surprisingly, ended with you and him tangled in his bedsheets. That night, you discovered that, not only were you compatible with Chris when it came to opinions on the current state of the world, on the theories for the next season of your favourite shows, but also in bed.

It was honestly almost crazy how good he made you feel, how there seemed to be sparks flying in the air whenever your bodies touched in any way, and, not to throw roses on your own garden, but you were confident that you made him feel good, too. So much so, the next morning, when you had to leave and he’d kissed the oxygen out of your lungs before dropping the most adorable ‘You’ll call me back, right?’ you knew you had no escape, that there was no way you’d pass up this opportunity.

Five months down the line and you already had a Christopher-shaped hole in your heart. You knew it was stupid, that it was dangerous, but you just couldn’t help it. Not when he was quite possibly the best romantic partner you’d ever had–to be fair, the bar was already quite low, but he still managed to jump ten metres over it.

In any relationship you’d ever had you always avoided the topic of work, not only yours, but the other person’s, too. If you avoided asking about their job, maybe they wouldn’t ask about yours, that was your reasoning. However, you’d discovered that people loved to talk about their jobs, that some people even made them their one and only topic of conversation, which was incredibly inconvenient.

Thankfully, Chris didn’t talk about work at all. Not his, nor yours. You had no idea what he did for a living, all you could infer was that it paid enough for him to live comfortably in his cosy flat. You honestly didn’t care, he could keep that information to himself as long as you could keep yours as well.

What you did for a living was probably not the most morally right career path, but it was your family trade. You’d been trained for it since you were very young, so it was honestly a no brainer for you. Some people called it a gun for hire, some called it being a mercenary, you, personally, didn’t particularly feel like calling it anything at all.

People hired you whenever they needed someone kidnapped, tortured, or killed. And, although you had killed for your job before, you almost always tried to turn those offers down. Clean-up was messy, and even if you hardly had any empathy for your targets, killing them always made you feel a bit uneasy.

Two nights ago you were called in for a job, the kidnapping of the eldest son of the Kim family that ruled the capital city. Seungmin, his name was. Based on the investigation you’d done he was younger than you, a bit rowdy, and an apparent oddball. He, very inconveniently for you, also had a handful of very skilled bodyguards protecting him at all times.

You couldn’t find any records of those bodyguards of his, only that they called themselves the Five-Point Stars, and that they were good at what they did. Regardless, you had a lot of confidence in your own abilities. After all, never once had you lost a fight, nor been unable to finish one of your jobs–although you’d been close to being killed sometimes, you’d admit.

As soon as you woke up, you started to recount the plan you had put together for your mission tonight.

After wiretapping his personal tailor’s phone, you heard him tell someone how he had prepared Seungmin’s suit for the night. You knew Seungmin was going to attend a screening of a new movie that was financed by his father. It’d be dark, crowded, and the perfect setting for you to sneak in, get him unconscious, take him out of there, and hopefully outsmart his bodyguards.

A particularly loud snore next to you snapped you out of your focus, and you turned around to find Chris on his back, with an arm over his eyes and his mouth slightly open. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, and, for a moment, even if just for this morning, you decided you wanted to enjoy being just a regular civilian instead of a trained assassin.

“Baby…” You reached for Chris’ shoulder to lightly shake him awake. “Baby, wake up”.

Chris’ whole body tensed. His hand flew to catch yours that was shaking him awake, and he held it in a tight grip. Throughout your relationship you’d discovered that Chris had incredibly quick reflexes, and a very intense fight or flight response, so his sudden movement didn’t faze you in the slightest. “W–what?”

“You were about to choke, baby. You need to move”, throughout your relationship, you’d also learnt that Chris suffered from a sleeping disorder. You found out about it the first time he woke you up in the middle of the night gasping for air.

Poor thing, he’d been so embarrassed while he told you about it, but you were quick to reassure him that you didn’t mind, if anything, it only made you worry about him.

Because that was how important Chris was to you. Important enough for you to care about his sleeping habits, important enough that he warmed your cold heart.

So now, any time you were awake and you heard him snore particularly loudly, you woke him up before he could choke on his spit.

“Ah… Thank you, sweetheart”, he mumbled, clearly still half asleep.

Chris turned to his side, scooting closer to you and pulling you into his arms. You couldn’t help the small giggle that left your lips as soon as your head was tucked under his chin, just like he seemed to not be able to contain his at all, either.

The feeling of his bare skin against yours was incredibly comforting, his warmth seeped into you, reaching areas deep within your heart that no one else ever had before.

As you laid there in his arms, as you heard his heartbeat under your ear, and as you felt the minute rumbles of his snoring resume, you realised this was probably the happiest you’d ever been with a partner, and you hoped that your relationship with Chris would be the last one you ever had.

Getting into the movie screening was easy. Your specialty was sneaking around undetected, you’d learnt to walk without making a sound–no sound from your feet hitting the ground, nor your breath going in and out of your lungs, nor your clothes moving with the wind…

You’d also heard from Seungmin’s tailor–whose name was apparently Hyunjin–that the Kims had a special, private room in this particular cinema, so that was likely where the eldest son of the family would be.

Finding this room was the hard part. It wasn’t in any of the blueprints of the building, so you spent a good hour surveying the place, until you finally saw a waiter coming out from what seemed to be a simple wall.

Tightening the hood over your head, making sure the lower part of your face was covered properly by your kerchief, you made your way to that wall to inspect it closely. There was a tile on the wall that was shaped differently than the others. It was barely perceptible, just a tad smaller than the ones around it, so you pressed on it, and immediately you were able to push what you now knew was a door camouflaged as part of the wall.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you saw Seungmin, sitting on what looked to be a very comfortable armchair, watching the movie from behind the glass that kept this area hidden from the rest of the auditorium.

Slowly, you approached him, careful to not make a single sound as you unclipped the rope you had attached to your belt. Before you could use it, though, you felt a slight disturbance in the air around you, and every single one of your senses zeroed in on the direction of it.

In a second, you ducked, just barely missing the bat that had been swung your way.

“Chan!” You heard Seungmin scream, but you didn’t dare turn to look at him, not when his bodyguard had all his attention on you.

It was just one man. You could barely make out the features of his face, not only because it was dark, but also because he had a mask covering the lower half of his face, and because he was moving so fast you could hardly take in anything else.

The man, Chan, based on the name Seungmin had screamed, certainly put up a good fight. Any blow you sent his way he blocked without much difficulty, just like you did his. It was a pretty on par encounter, but you were running out of time. The longer you stayed there, the more time you were giving them to get back-up, so you reasoned the wisest choice was to retreat. This mission was getting way too dangerous, and if they captured you it’d all be over.

Chan wasn’t giving up, though, and he was making it incredibly hard for you to make your escape. You managed to kick him in the chest, but aside from a grunt of discomfort he didn’t relent, and, with a swing of his bat, he was able to land a hit on your arm.

It was painful, yes, but you could hardly feel it with the adrenaline pumping through your system. Taking a knife from their designated place on your bodice, you threw it in Chan’s direction. It didn’t stab him, but it did manage to cut one side of his mask, enough to distract him so you could make your escape.

By the time you were out of the cinema the place was full of guards, so you knew your night was over.

It didn’t matter.

You hadn’t lost. You were just experiencing a set-back.

“Missed you so much, gorgeous”, Chris mumbled between kisses, further pressing you against the back of your front door.

“Missed you, too”, was all you mumbled back, unable to keep your lips away from his for too long.

You hadn’t seen Chris for seven whole days. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to, you were honestly desperate to see him, but once you were back at your place after your failed attempt to kidnap Seungmin you realised how hurt your body was.

That guy Chan had certainly done a number on you, and the only thing that kept you from bursting into flames by the rage you felt, was the fact that you were sure you’d done a number on him, too.

Your bruises had now just started to fade, so you figured they were now normal-looking enough that your boyfriend wouldn’t think much about them.

You were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, but as soon as Chris was at your doorstep, as soon as his lips were on yours, you both quickly realised you didn’t want to go for dinner anymore. How could you, when the taste of each other was much better than any meal you could possibly have?

“Come here”, Chris pulled himself away from you, taking a hold of your hand and tugging you towards the sofa. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about those nudes you sent me”.

You couldn’t help the smirk that came to your face. Of course he couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures you sent him. That was their entire purpose, after all. They were simple, really, but clearly enough to rile him up. It was just you riding one of your favourite dildos, with your ass on full display for him to ogle.

Chris pushed you to the sofa. As soon as you were seated he dropped to his knees, and spread you open for him. Wearing a skirt to your date was certainly the wisest choice you made tonight.

“Maybe I should send you a video next time. I’ll ride it just like I ride you”, you said, just as you lifted your hips enough for him to pull your underwear down your legs.

“Fuck, you spoil me too much”, was the last thing to come out of Chris’ mouth before he dived between your legs. His lips found your clit with expert ease, gently sucking on it.

Your entire body came alight, a moan of his name escaped your mouth, and you brought a hand to his head so you could tug on his curls, just how you knew he liked it. “So fucking good with your mouth, baby, fuck…”

Chris simply hummed in response, sending vibrations through your body, making you whine.

With his hands on the back of your thighs, he pushed your legs further towards your chest, getting better access to your centre. Chris had very quickly learnt his way around your body, and he’d even shown you new ways in which you could feel good, ways you’d never even imagined you’d get to experience.

His tongue changed focus, from your clit to your entrance, diligently licking your folds, and he groaned at the taste of you on his tongue once he pushed it within your walls. He stayed there for a while, occasionally coming back up to lick and suck on your clit only to come back down to slurp you up. Until he finally moved further down so he could lick the tender skin of your ass, all while he stimulated your clit with his fingers, making you shiver.

Desire pooled in the pit of your stomach, and the most pathetic whine left your mouth as soon as he started to lave at your skin. You would’ve never thought how good this could feel, never let a partner come anywhere near your ass, but one night, after drinking one too many beers, the topic of things you would’ve liked to try in bed came up.

You could still remember the look on Chris’ face when he confidently said ‘I’d really like to eat your ass. Like, would love to, honestly’. And maybe it’d been the fact that you were a bit tipsy, or the fact that he was so utterly unashamed when he said it, or maybe even the fact that you trusted Chris like you’d never trusted anyone else before, but you weren’t entirely displeased with the idea… So you gave it a try, and now you couldn’t even fathom getting head if you didn’t feel his tongue on your ass at least once.

Without detaching his mouth from your sensitive skin, he brought two fingers to your mouth, and you wasted no time on wrapping your lips around them, sucking on them, licking them. You couldn’t help but moan around his digits, and Chris simply gave you a satisfied hum in response.

He let you enjoy the feeling of his fingers in your mouth for a while, until they were thoroughly coated in your saliva. As soon as he removed them from between your lips, he brought them to your entrance and pushed them into you, to the last knuckle. “C’mon, baby. Show me your pretty tits. Hm?”

You just nodded in response, unable to form a sentence with the now relentless pace of his fingers continuously hitting the most sensitive areas within your walls. With trembling fingers, you unbuttoned your blouse and squeezed your breasts over the fabric of your lace bralette before you pulled them out of the cups.

“Shit, look at you… Touch them, baby. Just how you like it”.

So you complied, lightly dragging your fingers over your now stiff nipples, sending tiny shocks of pleasure up and down your spine with the motion. The stimulation you were giving to your chest, Chris’ fingers going in and out of your cunt, and the dirty words coming out of his mouth brought you close to the edge, and you started to feel incredibly desperate for your relief.

“Chris, baby…” You whined as Chris sped up his motions, as you rolled your nipples between your fingers.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Chris’ voice was so soft, a complete contrast to the brutal pace of his fingers.

“Want your–Your mouth”, you could barely hold eye contact anymore, seeing the desire in his eyes brought heat to your cheeks. It was always the same when he found himself between your legs, he always looked at you like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and it made you feel incredibly wanted.

“Hmm… You sure that’s what you want?”

You nodded, a bit frantically, you’d admit. “Want your mouth to…make me come, please, love–”

You knew that the second the word ‘please’ left your mouth you’d get exactly what you asked for, and you barely registered the broken moan that flew past your lips as soon as his lips attached to your clit once again.

Chris’ movements didn’t relent until you were coming. They didn’t even relent while you were coming. He kept sucking on your clit, fucking you open with his fingers, turning you into a whimpering mess as he pushed you past the brink of overstimulation, and making you fall face first into a consecutive high.

When he was done with you, you were still trembling, panting, and he finally left his place on the floor to sit next to you on the sofa and pull you into his chest so he could softly caress your hair, mumbling sweet words of encouragement. ‘Mmm… Such a good girl, aren’t you, love? So good to me. You did well…’

You just hummed, burying your face in the crook of his neck to leisurely press kisses on his skin.

As soon as you regained some of your composure, you kissed him. You kissed him with such want one would’ve thought he hadn’t just made you feel like you’d gone to the moon and back four times. You quickly undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and tugged them and his underwear down just enough to let his length free of its confinements.

In no time, you had straddled him and sunk yourself on his cock, eliciting a shared sigh of relief.

You sneaked a hand under his shirt just as you leaned in to kiss him again. His abdomen tensed and relaxed while you slowly traced every muscle with your fingertips, your soft caresses eliciting content sighs to fall from his lips and get lost in your mouth. Taking a hold of the hem of his shirt, you tried to get it off of his frame, but Chris shook his head, pulling your hands away and mumbling a “no time for that… God, bun, move…”

Chris held your ass tightly in his hands as you bounced on him. His mouth attached to your chest, sucking your nipples into his mouth so he could lick them, nibble on them. Under the unfaltering pace of your hips, it only took a handful of minutes to turn him into a moaning, whining mess.

“Fuck, baby… If you don’t slow down, I’ll blow”, Chris nuzzled his face on your chest, and you brought your hands to the back of his head, further pushing him into your cleavage.

“Good”, was all you told him, admittedly a bit breathless. “Need you to fill me up, Chris, baby… Need it so bad…”

Chris swore under his breath, and his hold on your buttocks tightened. It wasn’t long until you got exactly what you wanted. With a moan of your name, your boyfriend pumped you full of his release, making you whine at the warmth of his cum reaching deep inside you.

You didn’t stop moving, though.

Even if your thighs were burning, you kept bouncing on his cock, until his groans of relief turned into desperate whines, until he was whimpering against your chest and digging his short nails on the supple flesh of your buttcheeks.

“P–please…” You heard him whine, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t felt accomplished by the sound. That was when you took pity on him, finally sitting down fully on his lap and stopping your movements.

Chris groaned, exhaling all that air he’d been holding in while you overstimulated him. He threw his head back to rest it on the backrest of the sofa, looking eighty shades of fucked out of his mind. He was breathing heavily–as were you–and he could barely keep his eyes open, but he still let out an incredulous laugh, giving you one of his blinding smiles, making you smile in return.

Cupping your cheeks, he pulled you down for a kiss before he whispered, “I fucking love you”.

And once he said it, you finally let yourself voice those thoughts that had been roaming your mind for a while now, just before you leaned in for another kiss. “I love you, baby”.

By the time you had both thoroughly enjoyed one another, you were too tired to leave your place. So you ordered takeout, got into your comfiest pyjamas, and decided to have your dinner date in the warmth of your home while watching your favourite show together.

Although, to be fair, you didn’t get very far into the show. With your now full stomachs, Chris pulled you into his arms while you both laid on the sofa, softly caressing your hair as he sang to you, inadvertently lulling you to sleep.

This Chan guy was seriously testing your patience.

Every time you tried to get to the Kim kid he’d always be there, he’d always manage to get you to back off. It was starting to hurt your pride, and, even if you were one to avoid killing, you started to genuinely consider taking his life just so he could stop being a nuance.

You’d had three other failed attempts at your task since that fiasco in the cinema, so tonight would hopefully be the day you succeeded. Seungmin was to attend a piano concert at one of the classic theatres his family owned, meaning he’d once again be in a dark, crowded place. There was no hidden room as far as you could tell from your surveillance earlier this week, so that gave you some semblance of peace.

You weren’t sure if it was the fact that this particular job was taking longer than usual to get it over with, or if it was the fact that you kept being forced to retreat by that one bodyguard of Seungmin’s time and time again, but lately you’d been incredibly frustrated, and it seemed like the only way to get that frustration out of your system was to get it fucked out of you. Luckily, even if your boyfriend didn’t know what was going on, he had been giving you exactly what you needed and more any time you asked for it.

The droplets falling down Chris’ pecs and his toned stomach added a delightful shine to his physique, yet you could hardly focus on any of it. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of his cock on your tongue, heavy and warm, the delicious sounds coming out of his mouth and bouncing off of his shower’s walls as you took him in and out of your throat, and the dark, lustful, but somehow still loving look in his eyes.

“Shit… You always tell me how good I am with my mouth… But what about you, baby, huh?” Chris leaned his head back on the tiles, holding your head in place so he could start slowly thrusting into your mouth, making you moan.

You just couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him to fuck you dumb, you needed to further disconnect your mind from reality outside of these walls. So, with a tight grip on the base of his cock, you pulled your mouth off of Chris and started pumping him in your hand, looking him right in the eyes.

“Fuck me”.

Chris just laughed as soon as the words were out of your mouth. He swiftly helped you to your feet so he could turn you around and push your chest against the cold tile wall. “Someone woke up a bit needy today. Hm?”

“And what if I–Fuck…” You completely forgot where your sentence was going as soon as you felt your boyfriend push himself into you, stretching you open just so perfectly all you could do was rest your forehead against the wall when he started to move.

“Maybe you should move in…” Chris attached his lips to your shoulder, kissing and sucking on your skin as his hand found its way towards your front, right between your legs to diligently rub that sweet bud at the apex of your thighs. The mix of his motions between your legs, of the words he mumbled against your skin, and the obscene sound of your wet skin colliding time and time again was steadily clouding your reason, enough to genuinely consider what he was offering. “If you did, we could do this every day, sweetheart…”

“Maybe I should…” You were certainly delirious, there was no way you could live with another person while trying to keep your trade a secret. But the longer you stayed in that shower, relishing the company and precise motions of your boyfriend, the more you wanted to believe it was possible.

Even after he’d coaxed a mind-numbing orgasm out of you, after he’d stuffed you full of his cum, and after he’d helped you dry your hair with the hairdryer he kept in one of the drawers of his bathroom, when you both were getting dressed in his bedroom, you desperately wanted to believe it was possible to have a normal life. Maybe you should start considering retirement… But would you be able to live a civilian life without the thrill of your job? You weren’t too sure. For Chris, though, you might try…

“Come here, bun”, Chris suddenly held your waist and dropped to his bed, bringing you down with him. All you did was laugh, scrambling to find a comfortable position on top of him so you could kiss him.

He was really giggly today, and the sound warmed you up. You dragged your fingers over his still damp curls as you peppered his face with kisses, chuckling with mirth and an immense amount of love for this man that had managed to make you feel a bit normal again.

“Pretty?” Chris tried to get your attention. You just hummed in response to let him know you were listening, but you didn’t stop pressing kisses on his cheek.

With his hands on your waist, he tried to get you to look at him. “Listen, baby. There’s…there’s something I’d like to tell you…”

You finally pulled yourself away a bit, enough to look him in the eyes. He looked incredibly serious, more than you had ever seen him over the course of your relationship, and it gave you pause.

Chris opened his mouth to speak, but before any words came out, the obnoxious ringtone of his phone interrupted him. With a roll of his eyes and an annoyed sigh, he gently pushed you off of him, muttering a ‘Gimme a sec, gotta take this…’

You watched Chris leave the bedroom entirely before you stood up from his bed and continued getting dressed. You could hear your boyfriend’s hushed voice coming from the living room, but you couldn’t make out a single word. Maybe it was for the best, you honestly didn’t like to pry on his private conversations. After all, you’d hate it if he tried to eavesdrop on yours, all things considered.

By the time he was back you had already gotten yourself into a fresh set of clothes. There was a frown on his face, but it quickly disappeared the moment he spotted you by his mirror.

Standing behind you, he placed his hands on your belly, pulling you back towards his chest as he pressed kisses on your neck. You just hummed, watching him through the mirror and melting in his hold.

“Babe”, you mumbled, getting him to open his eyes and look at you through the mirror. He rested his chin on your shoulder, intently listening to you. “What’d you want to tell me?”

Chris took a deep breath, pulling himself away from you to take a hold of your hips once you turned around and looped your arms around his neck. “It’s nothing urgent. Say… What if we go on a little vacation to the coast this weekend?”

“Mmm… A little escapade?” You chuckled, and Chris hummed in response, cupping your cheek with one hand to pull you in for a kiss.

If everything went well tonight, you’d more than appreciate some time to wind down from the entire thing, and spending the entire weekend relaxing, barely even clothed, listening to the waves crashing against the breakwater with Chris sounded like absolute heaven. It’d be like your own little celebration for your win over that insufferable guard dog of Seungmin’s.

“Sounds like a great idea, baby”, you told your boyfriend as soon as his lips detached from yours, smiling brightly at him.

The sound of the piano could be heard perfectly even outside of the theatre. You didn’t know the name of the piece, but it was clear that it was being played by expert hands. Even if you were mostly impassive whenever you fell into your…professional mode, you were still a bit on edge after months of having your plans ruined by Chan, so the melody floating in the air certainly helped soothe you a bit.

The corridors to the main hall were empty, completely quiet save for the sound of the piano bouncing off of the walls. The old construction was a bit difficult to navigate, but you’d gotten well acquainted with the place throughout the past week, so you found your way to the concert hall with ease.

Everything was dark, save for the lights shining on the stage, illuminating the silhouette of the musician sitting on one of the three pianos that’d been set on the podium.

Something felt odd, though.

In an instant, you noticed the emptiness in the hall. The music stopped, replaced by a loud bang and the sound of the bullet hitting the wall, right where your head had been just seconds before your instincts kicked in and you moved away.

It was a trap.

You’d stupidly let them lure you in here, where Seungmin was, very clearly, not even present.

No matter. You might not get your target tonight, but you could still get your peace back.

Chan kept firing at you from the stage, and you continued to expertly dodge his bullets as you swiftly got closer to him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you could hear your father’s voice from back when he was training you, telling you that chasing after someone that wasn’t the one you’d been hired to attack was foolish, that it’d put you at risk. You didn’t care, this was personal now.

Taking one of the knives from your bodice, you threw it in Chan’s direction, just barely missing his form when he ducked out of the way. It felt like it lasted for a long time, you throwing knives at him, and him shooting at you, until you made it to the stage and he had no option but to physically fight you.

He was incredibly agile, but so were you. Especially after having fought him so many times. You’d picked up his tells, how he shifted his weight on his heel before he threw a punch, how he moved slightly to the left when he kicked, so it’d gotten easier to counterattack each and every single one of his moves.

Chan was good at what he did… But you were better.

With a kick to his knee and a push on his chest, you managed to send him to the floor and pin him under you. He tried to move, but you swiftly pressed one of your knives to his neck, effectively stopping his movements.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of you staring down at him, and a moment of him staring up at you.

This was the first time you’d actually gotten to see his face this clearly. There was usually barely any illumination whenever you’d fought before, and both of your quick movements made it easy to miss the details on the exposed areas of your faces. His straight hair pushed off of his forehead–save for one single piece that seemed to always be out of place–gave you plenty of room to see the blue contact lenses he wore. You couldn’t help but wonder if those were simply for aesthetic purposes, or if they held any sort of special tech quality to them–he worked for the Kims, after all.

There was something eerily familiar in the way his eyebrows furrowed, in his eyes, even with the obviously fake blue colour. Whether you were going to kill him or not, you suddenly felt an intense need to see his face. All of it. So, with your free hand, you hooked your finger on the side of his mask so you could pull it off.

For a split second, you couldn’t help but wonder if your eyes were playing a trick on you. Despite the straight hair and the blue contacts, the curve of his lips and the shape of his nose were so distinct there was just no way this man could be anyone else.

You tried to never speak while on the clock. After all, your voice might be a very good indicator of your identity. It might’ve been the shock of seeing such a familiar face, but you really couldn’t help the name from coming out of your mouth, as a barely audible whisper. “…Chris?”

Confusion crossed the features of the man under you. His eyes jumped all over your face–or what could be seen of it, at least. His angry frown turned into a look of shock, mixed with some concern, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob in your peripheral vision when he swallowed, almost audibly.

You still had the knife pressed to his neck, but you were honestly unable to move at all. So much so you didn’t even flinch when he slowly started to move himself.

With a trembling hand, he reached for the black kerchief that covered the lower half of your face. You didn’t stop him, you just let him tug it down to your neck and reveal your face to him.

The sound of your name, coming out as a breathless whisper out of his mouth hurt more than any hit you’d received throughout the past handful of months.

“What the…fuck”, the hurt tone in his voice broke your heart, and you could feel the lump form in your throat. “All this time…?”

“I had no idea”, you couldn’t help the tremble in your voice, and you weren’t sure if you hated yourself for being so vulnerable in front of the enemy. But then again, he wasn’t only an enemy, he was also the man you’d fallen madly in love with.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to get to Seungmin?” His voice trembled, yet neither of you dared to move further.

“I was hired to do it”, you replied simply.

“By whom?”

“I won’t tell you… I…can’t”, you could feel them. The treacherous tears that pricked your eyes… Crying in front of the enemy was unheard of, but you supposed these weren’t normal circumstances.

Chris swallowed again, and you could see tears of his own well in his eyes. “So…what now, bun?”

The sound of the pet name coming out of his mouth fully obliterated the remaining pieces of your heart, and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling anymore. So you didn’t. “I–I don’t know…”

“You should kill me”, Chris said, very confidently, without any semblance of doubt in his voice. And even though your grip on the knife tightened, you didn’t move it, you just shook your head in response, trying to contain the sob that threatened to come out of your mouth.

“You should”, he repeated after a few moments of silence. “I’ve done…many horrible things in my life. I’ve killed people, tortured people… I’ve done it proudly, too”, Chris brought a hand to your wrist, holding it gently, but firmly. “I’ve made peace with all that a long, long time ago… But knowing I’ve spent months hurting the woman I love is something I can’t live with…”

“You didn’t know”, your hand started to tremble, too, and Chris’ hold on your wrist tightened to keep it steady.

“Doesn’t matter”, finally, tears started to fall from Chris’ eyes, and his voice broke a bit when he spoke to you. “I wanted you dead. Even if I didn’t know, I was trying to kill you”.

You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly.

Maybe, if you closed them hard enough, you’d realise this was all a dream, a horrible nightmare you could still wake up from.

“Why don’t you kill me instead?” You mumbled after a while, when you finally opened your eyes. “I, too, was trying to kill the man that I love…”

“I can’t stop protecting Seungmin. I won’t stop. I’m the only thing keeping you from reaching your target, pretty. Look at us…” Chris’ thumb softly caressed your wrist, right on the sliver of skin your gloves exposed. “Look at our positions. You know you already won”.

You shook your head again, and Chris pushed on your wrist, further digging the blade into his skin as he mumbled, “Do it…”

He was right, you had the upper hand. Logically, it made sense for you to kill him, but there was no way you would. What a selfish thing for him to ask… Did he think getting to Seungmin was more important than his own life? That you’d be fine just…taking it?

Yanking your wrist out of his grip, you threw your knife to the side, as far away from you as possible. Chris just looked at you, confused, hurt, and you just couldn’t bear to see that look in his eyes. In an instant, you were standing, finally getting off of him.

“Baby…” You mumbled, trying to steady the sound of your voice. You turned your back to him, unable to look at him any longer. “I’m sorry… I don’t think I’ll make it to our vacation this weekend”.

With that, you started walking, trying to get as far away from that stage as possible.

The last thing you heard before you left the theatre altogether was the cacophony of sounds produced by what you knew to be the erratic smashing of piano keys, a complete contrast to the soothing melody you’d been listening to when you came in here… That soothing melody that you now knew was being played by Chan, by Chris, by your biggest rival who turned out to also be the love of your life.

As you left, with tears in your eyes, with your heart shattered in your chest, you realised that this was the first time you’d truly lost. There had been no room for you to win since the very beginning.

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yulight · 3 years

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Snow Fall

Desc: Christmas seems like the only holiday which you are able to spend with your boyfriends. Their busy schedules always take every holiday away from you. They said they had two surprises, one you can have on Christmas eve, but the other you must wait for on christmas night.

Paring: Bang Chan x F.Reader X Han Jisung.

Warnings: Poly relationship, Smut, a small hint of fluff, oral sex(both), fingering, orasgm control, Switch!Jisung,Dom!Bang Chan, Sub!Reader, two soft slaps,Petnames.

word count: idk a lot like 4k

Merry christmas everyone This is brought to you by @clandestine-lixie Smutmas collab!

You woke up with a small hum feeling Jisung’s arms wrap around your waist tighter, you couldn't help but to smile watching his sleeping figure hug you tightly. You turned your head to look where Chan sleeps and to your surprise, he was still there sleeping peacefully. You were always thankful for these days, however more so thankful for this holiday where you get to spend the whole week uninterrupted. The days were now limited, leaving only today, and Christmas left. You left a gentle kiss onto Chan's cheek before running your figures through the younger male’s hair.

“Jisungie, wake up” you whispered softly trying to not wake Chan, Jisung however only let out a groan or two holding you even tighter making you sigh, as you try your best to wiggle out of his grip.

“Whyyy” he whined, you froze for a second as you looked down at the sleepy Jisung who eyes barely open as he buried his face into your chest. “Jisung, I need to pee” he groaned loudly as he let go with a small huff. The moment your feet touch the ground you hiss at how cold it was. Walking on your toes, you quickly ran off to the bathroom.

Your relationship with the two is a bit different; it started out as you and Jisung as a couple. Jisung was a very soft switch, who wanted to try new things leading to threesomes with Chan. Jisung ended up feeling like allowing him to enter into your relationship. Chan just evened out the both of you. You are very submissive, and Jisung needs to be submissive himself from time to time. It also made you feel more comfortable being Jisung was younger than you meanwhile Chan still being older. No matter what way it was looked at, Chan was the perfect match, making everything balanced between you and Jisung.

As you left the bathroom, you entered your shared room with the boys to see Chan awake Getting Dressed, however, Jisung was Gone. You ran over hugging Chris from behind your small arms barely wrapping around his waist “Good Morning Chris” you leaned into his warmth as you smiled happily. “Morning darling, why don't you go help Jisungie with breakfast hmm?”

You quickly nodded, as you let go of his warm body. As you left the bedroom, you quickly rushed your way to Jisung leaning against the kitchen counter. Watching Jisung as his head was stuck into the refrigerator “What's for breakfast?” He would look up as he pulled out the milk and some eggs “your favorite, pancakes” you smiled clapping a bit before going to grab a bowl before Jisung hand grabs yours “Nope, go watch some tv. I’ll handle it” he kisses your forehead before grabbing everything he needs.

“But.. chan told me to help you” Jisung would shake he looked at you and behind you down the hall “and.. I'll tell you to go watch tv. I'll cook don’t worry about Chan” You let out a small huff knowing that Chan wouldn't be happy with You listening to Jisung over him. However, he would be more upset with Jisung than you, as you moved to the living room you would sit down on the couch clicking around on the channels.

You didn't even notice that Chan had entered the room until you heard Jisung say your name. You're head turning in the direction of the kitchen. “Jisung. I told her to help you cook breakfast, and I told you to start breakfast, not cook it yourself.” You quickly stood up from the couch, making your way around the kitchen. You would continue where Jisung left off on the pancake mix, testing the heat of the pans before placing the mixture onto the pan.

“I just wanted her to relax, it's not that bad Chan it's not like I was gonna burn down the house from pancakes, I just wanted today and tomorrow to be as special as possible for y/n”

This happened a bit more than it should, Jisung may have a submissive side himself , but always found it hard to simply submit and let Chan handle everything. Naturally causing him to bump heads with Chan which he would quickly apologize for his mistakes, Chan knew this about jisung and never really took much offense to it, and always took the same approach on teaching him his place. It took a few times of you clearing your throat, for the boys to notice you wanted their attention.

“Breakfast is done” You hummed softly with a smile. The both of them turn to look at you, Chan stood with his arms folded across his chest while Han stood there chewing on his bottom lip. Jisung and chan exchanged a few looks before looking back at you. You honestly felt like you did something wrong in that moment.

“Bedroom now” Chan spoke firmly as he looked down at Jisung before looking back at you “By the time i get in there i want to naked and on the bed got it Y/N” You nodded quickly confused on what you did wrong.

Jisung noticed the confusion “why so early? I thought it was planned for later after the-” Chan would slap the back of Jisung's head as he pointed to the room before looking at you who was still standing frozen in the kitchen “babygirl?” You gasped lightly before running off into the bedroom.

Following Chan orders, you quickly Removed your clothes as you Laid onto the bed Before both men.Chan Fingers ran gently through Jisungs hair, before he slowly moved into whispering something into his ear, his lips folding into a smile as he nodded. A small feeling of worry washed over your body, unsure of the words that were whispered into Jisung's ear before you couldn't even contemplate more. Jisungs Hands grabbed your legs, spreading them apart enough for him to slide in between them. Your face grew hot when your eyes met down to his.It always felt embarrassing for you, Having someone head between your legs.

Jisung hands gently rubbed up and down your thighs, in his small attempts to relax and distract you from your embarrassment. Chan's body slowly dipped down onto the bed making you break your eye contact with jisung looking over your shoulder to Chan, whose Hard cock pressed painfully against his pants, slowly rising your gaze upwards. Chan typically wore gentle loving smiles, however today his lips only formed into a smirk.

“Alright Baby Girl, Since you have been such a good girl all year long, Jisunggie and I are gonna treat you so well.. However” His eyes would shift over to Jisung who was leaving small kisses up and down your thighs. “Jisung hasn't been a good boy, So he Doesnt get to cum, until i say so” Jisung head would snap upwards as he looked at Chan,

“Chan.. That's not Fair..” Jisung pleaded softly as he small whines left his lips

Chan Shook his head as he looked down at you, rubbing his thumb gently against your bottom lip.: “Jisung, You better use your tongue for something better than complaining. I Said it and itsFinal” Your gaze was fixed onto Chan the way he spoke was such a contrast to how he looked, his facial features were soft and gentle, While his Tone was harsh and vermonus.

You let out a small gasp as reality hit you quickly grabbing onto the bed sheets below you, The shure fact that Jisung was between your legs and he was now longer leaving small trails of kissing on your thighs.The smaller Male had his head against your wet heat, his tongue dragging across your folds before sucking lightly on your clit Your weak attempts at closing your legs was stopped by Jisung as he threw your legs over his shoulder as his hands held your hips down. Chan let out a pleased Hum as he watched your body react to the younger male.

“Look at that Y/N, Jisung. Watch him” Chan hand would grib your chin as he moved your head forcefully shifting your view down at Jisung. The younger male, lips never seemed to leave your clit as he looked up at you, his eyes flickering over to Chan, who sat beside you as Jisung's eyes quickly snapped back at yours, like Chan silently ordered Jisung to look back at you.

Your face grew redder by the second, your whimpers slowly growing into whiny moans. Chan Hands gently moved down your chest giving your breast a soft squeeze as your hands left the bed sheets as the grabbed onto his wrist, as you let out a small throat moan your hips Bucking up against jisung face causing the younger small to groan against your core Only sending vibrations that sent a small shiver down throughout your body.

Chan was always amazing how your body reacted to the smallest of things, remember how you and jisung were each other first it always did make sense how you both only knew so little. A loud moan from leaving your lips took Chan out of his thoughts as he quickly looked over at Jisung, from the reaction he thought Jisung did what he was told not to do when Chan whispered into his ear. However to his surprise the Younger male still had his head buried between your thighs. “Look at Jisung being such a good boy” His eyes went to you, as he leaned down kissing your neck softly his plush lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Now baby girl, are you gonna be a good girl and cum all of Jisung tongue” Chan knew you were close the way your hands gripped his wrist, the way your legs shaked, the failed attempts of moving away from jisung mouth.

Without much a single second you nodded, as a string of whiny moans left your lips. “Then cum for him babygirl But don't you dare close your eyes look at him.” Chan knew you well, he knew your habits, as you fought yourself to keep your eyes open your hands would leave the older males wrist as it grabbed onto the younger hair the second your orgasm hit you, Jisung let out a moan as his mouth finally left your clit, only for his tongue to lick up all your juices. Your thighs shock lightly, as the grip into his hair didn't leave, Jisung mouth left your wet core, as now his fingers are finding their way to your entrance. He would look up at Chan, a small way of asking for permission.

Seeing that Chan agreed, inched himself back, as he slid his fingers Into your entrance, your head threw itself back as you moaned, your attention snapped to Chan. He had his hard cock in his hands as he gently rubbed the head of it against your bottom lip. Your hands leaving the younger males hair as you reached up to wrap your Hands around the base of Chan His cock, Chan shook his head as he grabbed both of your hands holding them up above your head. “No Hands Babygirl, just that beautiful mouth of yours”

You wanted to say something, say how you can’t take all of him in your mouth, you simply couldn't contest as every sound that left your lips were moans, actually you could barely even think right now, due to Jisung fingers curling up into you. As Chan took the moan as an invitation, he slid himself into your mouth. You let out a small hum as your tongue was greeted with the sweet salty taste of him, Jisung let out a small groan, as he watched the both of you. Jisung lowered his head as he hid himself between your thighs kissing them lightly as he slowly slowly worked his fingers against you.Jisung groaned softly as he rutted his hips against the bed, biting his lip as he whined. “Chan.. Please”

Chan would over at Jisung as he shaked his head, “How about you make her cum one more time, and i'll let her suck your dick hmm? But remember do not cum Baby boy” Jisung would sigh softly as he hid his face into your head leaving small kisses onto your sensitive clit.

Chan would roll his eyes as he looked back down at you, he couldn't help but to smile at your flustered faces, how your eyes were closed as you attempted your best to focus on him. The way your tongue wrapped around his length with small bobs of your head. Chan ran his fingers through your hair as he let go of your wrist. “Such a pretty girl you are.”

Jisung lips were once again attached to your sore clit as his fingers moved in and out of you curling against you. Causing you to moan and gag against chans. Your body attempts to run away from Jisung, only making the younger male growl against you pulling you down harshly as his free hand Slapped your Thigh as he looked up at You and Chan narrowing his eyes.

“BabyGirl, Don’t run away from Jisungie, come on, that's not what good girls do” Chan would pull himself out of your mouth, as moved from his spot on the bed. You let out loud whine, your walls clenching against jisungs fingers. Looking down at Jisung, he looked mad. Was it Chan making him wait or was it your running away from him? Both? You let out a small whine as he slapped your thigh again. His lips leaving your abused clit only to be replaced but his thumb as he looked up at you “Y/N go-”.

Chan grabbed a handful of jisung hair pushing his head back to your clit “Shut up and do you what you're good at” Jisung would whine softly as he went back to sucking on your clit licking. Chan rolled his eyes as he shoved the younger male head harshly against you making the both of you moan. Your hips raised off the bed as your second orgasm crash into your body, Jisung fingers fucking you through it casuing you to cry out.

Chan letting go of jisung head as he let the younger move take his dripping finger out of you.

“I’ll be nice, how about this Jisung. I’ll let you cum, however. If you cum before her don't even think about tomorrow's plans.”

Jisung nodded softly as he removed his pants freeing the painful restraint against his hardened member. The cold air makes him hiss softly. As he sat down onto the bed . Chan would help you up gently setting you on all fours as your hands wrapped around jisungs length, as Chan fingers rubbed gently down your wet folds. Both of you whimpered as Chan looked up at the both of you. The both of you so sensitive You being so fucked out before they even fucked you and jisung being out of pure desperation and need. Chan always found it so funny, how jisung has zero control, he would always get himself so worked up so quickly.

The small licks you left on the tip of Jisung’s cock, made him moan as he leaned his head back.

Chan had moved grabbing of the condoms that were in the dresser grabbing two and throwing the other on the bed, tearing open his rolling it slowly against his length before grabbing your hips. Chan lined himself with your entrance, the tip of his cocked swallowed effortless as your warm walls hugging him quickly pushed himself into you, as he leaned down kissing your shoulders down your back.

Your choked out a moan as your mouth was wrapped around jisung, the vibrations causing jisung to whimper as he looked over at Chan, The older male smiled as he watched the both of you.

“Look how cute my little babies are” Chan would grab the younger male by the back of his neck as kissing him harshly the taste of you still lingering in the younger mouth. He would pull away from the younger his hands going back to your hips his own snapped forward into you causing you to pull your head off jisung. Letting out a loud breathy moan. Jisung however didn’t agree with your move. As he grabbed your hair and quickly thrusted himself back into your mouth fucking into it with a small growl.

You gagged against jisung, as Chan hips slammed into you, your walls clenching harshly against chans members causing him to groan. He grew harder for him to properly move. Your next orgasm so close, as the tip of Chan cock hits every right spot every thrust.

“Already baby? Well come on cum all over Daddy's cock” Jisung hand held your head down against him as he fucked into your mouth with small whimpers. Chan watched as you struggled to keep up between the two of them as his hands would leave your hips again as he grabbed onto jisung hair pulling it as he growled. “Stop, or i will take back what i said” Jisung thrust would stop automatically as he looked up at Chan shaking his head lightly. As Chan let go of Jisung’s hair as Jisung raised you off his member .

You lean your upper half of your body against your younger thigh as he coughed out, moans trying to catch your breath. Your mind was so blank you, your orgasm around the corner as you dug your nails into jisung thighs. As Chan some hard thrust throws your body forward, losing your balance the second your third orgasm hit. incoherent words leave your lips as you cried out. Chan holding your lower half in place with ease as he groaned, feeling your wall squeeze against him. Jisung ran his fingers over your lips as he hummed softly.

“Chan hyung, i don't think she can handle anymore i honestly think she's gonna break if we go any further ” Jisung looked at Chan watching as the elder left kisses down your back rubbing soft circles on your hips.

“n-No” you choked out looking up at Jisung Chan ran his hands down your back as he hummed “BabyGirl, we can stop if you can't handle anymore just tell us when” Chan voice was soft as he spoke You let out a faint nod, your hands wrapping around jisung making his hiss softly. Chan thrusted felt soft and gentle, “You’re always such a good girl y/n,” Jisung hummed as he stroked your cheek gently.

The moment was so soft and tender, they treated you as if you are glass that could shatter at any harsh movement. It was such a contrast between what was happening only moments ago. Chan thrust never changed from the soft gentle pace he set, it was understandable as even though Chan was the harder Dom, he always found himself being soft after you cumming as hard as you did. Meanwhile jisung, always found it as a reason to fuck you hard, to drag out new reactions. Maybe it was just Jisung brat like nature

“Chan.. please.” You begged as your hands worked on jisung, pumping it up and down his length. “Please just fuck me harder again i can take it”

Chan let out a small sigh as he looked down between You and Jisung, Jisung's mouth hung open. Small whimpers leaving the younger mouth. “Fine, Since This is what you wanted, then we can have jisungie fuck you next too”

Jisung looked up at Chan, he swallowed harshly as he fought back the moans as your mouth was against him “but.. You said-”

“And now i’m telling you to fuck her after me, or do you just wanna cum in her mouth?”Jisung let out a small wine as he looked down at you, the way you bobbed your head up and down his length. He was honestly surprised he didn’t cum already. But he was painfully close.

“Exactly” Chan hips once again started to fuck into your harder, making you gag against jisung only making the younger man whimper. Your walls clenching against him as he fucked into you harshly, The way your walls hugged him, it was only a matter of time until Chan couldn't hold himself any longer.he let out a small growl as it grew harder for him to thrust into you leaving dark marks down your back.

His pace grew unsteady, His attention stuck on jisung who was visually struggling to keep his breathing under control. Chan knew all three of you were close. “Y/N, look how close you are, why are you holding yourself back cum princess?” Your body reacted to Chan's words faster than you could hear them.Your fourth orgasm hit you so hard. Pulling yourself off of jisung cock with a pop you let out a small screaming moan. Jisung would groan softly as he grabbed your face making sure you didn't attach your lips back to him. Chan pressed himself against your back, your wall milking his cock. Chan and jisung both start to rub smoothing circles onto your skin soothing your body from the shaking. As Chan slowly pulled himself out he would groan softly as he looked over at jisung throwing the second condom pack at him.

Jisung Took Chan spot from behind you. The younger male would look over at chan who was sitting on the bed kissing your forehead softly whispering soft praises into your ear. He would bite his bottom lip as he ripped out the condom, placing it onto himself as he leaned forward pushing himself in with ease. Hissing softly under his breath, with how sensitive the both of you were. He knew the both of you couldn’t last that long Jisung moved his hips slowly letting out a string of moans louder than yours.

Chan would look up at Jisungs Giving him a small glare, the both of them having a silent conversion without warning his hips would snap forward as he quickly started to pound into you. Chan would give a soft kiss onto your lips eating the moans that left your throat. The grip on your hips that jisung had was painfully hard, The whimpers from the both of you filled the room.

Chan sat there looking assumed between the both of you, all the was needed was for him to say the word you both craved him to say, as jisung thrust grew painfully unsteady, he would hide his face into your back as her let out whimpers that were nearly sounded like cries. Your wall held as you looked at Chan moaning. Your doe eyes begging for him to allow you both to cum.

“Alright fun, you both can cum” his words speaking like magic, as jisung groaned at release as he held you tightly. As your last orgasm of the night hit you like a train, if it wasn't for jisung holding you, you would have crashed into the mattress or chan, all the strength in your body was completely gone. Jisung took a deep breath as he left a small kiss onto your back as he slowly moved, pulling out of you, throwing himself onto the bed.

Chan placed you onto his lap as he rubbed your back lightly as he looked down at jisung who slowly made his way close to the both of you laying his head against chan shoulder. “I’m sorry to say… but breakfast is most definitely no longer good.”

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mrs-biases-recommends · 4 years

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>>I recommend stories! Because I feel like (even) more people need to read it!

You will not find any smut in this recommendation blog, if you are specifically looking for it, you will not find it here, because there isn’t any.

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changbin as a husband; (by @puppywritings)

Genre: Fluff, sfw

Word count: 0.3k words.

Ficstyle: Drabble

Stargazing (by @okayau)

Genre: Fluff

Ficstyle: Drabble

say you like me | bad boy!changbin au (by @chenle) ♡♡

Genre: Fluff

Ficstyle: Bulletpoints

Bad Boy | Seo Changbin (by @maatryoshkaa)

Genre: fluff, high school!au, bad boy!changbin, perfect student!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Trouble comes in the form of neck tattoos, lip rings, and Seo Changbin, the school bad boy who, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to stay away from.

Pairing: seo changbin x reader

Features: done with changbin!bang chan, voyeurist!minho, 3rd wheel!jisung, baby!jeongin, woojin, felix, hyunjin

Requested: 1: “I’ll keep you warm, hold me closer”; 4: “I was wondering how long you two were going to make out before you realized you weren’t alone”; 18: “Stay the night”.

Warnings: mild swearing

“loves me or loves me not” [stray kids: changbin] (by @every1studio) ♡♡

genre: FLUFF (for my bias)

ficstyle: bulletpoints + LOONNGGG

summary: dark Changbin was recruited by his older sister to help her open up her flower shop cafe; where customers can order coffee, look at flowers/plants, or even buy them~ this was out of Binnie Binnie Changbinnie’s dark concept but all of that changed when he saw you~

My Heart Wanted You- Seo Changbin (by @aestheticseungmean)

Genre: Angst but mainly fluff

Word count: 3.2K

Summary: Changbin was dating a girl who was using him but he just. couldn’t. see. it. Unfortunately for him, he found out the hard way.

Warnings: Cussing

Prince!Changbin (by @chulobangtan) ♡♡

pairing: prince! changbin x reader

genre: fluff

request: Felix lee x reader historical au? Like a prince!felix where he falls in love w/ someone he’s not supposed to fall in love with? Thank you! Also please don’t be sad ㅠㅠ We’re all here to support you!

+ can u do the historical plot for all the members? Like make one story for each and publish it? You don’t have to if u wouldn’t like to

summary: changbin sneaks into your room and spends the night.

warnings: lowercase

Cupid!Changbin AU (by @warmau) ♡♡

Genre: Fluff, slight angst?

Ficstyle: One-shot, shortstory

Midnight - Seo Changbin (Tsundere AU) (by @maaaaaatryoshka0325)

Genre: Fluff

Ficstyle: Oneshot

Seo Changbin Headcanons | Engagement + Wedding (by @whale-minmin) ♡♡

Request: Can you do a headcanon for stray kids changbin on what he’d be like the day after he becomes engaged with his s/o?And what he’d be like after they’re married, and a week into the marriage 🥺💞

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 730

girls like you│seo changbin (by @pockpop)

↳ summary: when changbin came home from seeing thousands of girls all over the world, it was always you he escaped to.

↳ request: Can I request a Changbin scenario where he’s writing a song kind of like Girls Like You by Maroon 5 (or that song) and he’s telling you all the great things about you/ singing it to you?

↳ genre: fluffy fluff fluff , a little suggestive(?) POC!Reader

the loved and the damned part one | seo changbin (by @pockpop) ♡♡

➵ summary: you cough up flowers for a boy who already is in love with someone else and you have to decide whether the pain of his unrequited love is worth it.

➵ genre: angst, fluff, college au, 1990’s era, tattooed!changbin, hanahaki disease

the loved and the damned part two | seo changbin (by @pockpop) ♡♡

➵ summary: throwing up flowers for a boy in love with someone else is more exciting than not loving him at all.

➵ genre: fluffy angsty stuff ya know, tattooed!changbin, college au, 1990s era

mr. arrogant ♢ seo changbin (by @changbeanie)

→ genre: fluff, enemies to lovers au

→ pairings: reader x changbin

→ word count: 1,968

→ description: You thought rooming with a guy was hard? Wait till you room with an arrogant, egotistic prick.

Fake Boyfriend!Changbin (by @hey-hey-chan) ♡♡

❀ Fluff, Comedy + best friend!Seungmin

❀ Word Count: 5K

❀ When your best friend, Seungmin, is fed up with you not dating anybody, but you’re just too lazy to care. When the boy starts to set you up with numerous blind dates, you instill the help of your brother’s best friend, who happens to owe you a big favor.

Changbin Drabble (by @spilledtee)

Genre: Fluff

Ficstyle: Drabble

Request: Oh oh! I had an idea for a small Changbin Drabble when you’re feeling better....I hope that’s okay Ahah.So imagine like it’s a soft Sunday morning and like you’re curled up in bed with changbin in one of his hoodies and he’s all clingy and cute and like idk you end up playing video games together ??

Or like I have this idea in my head of Changbin low-key loving Animal Crossing like askdkfkf imagine being sat between his legs with his arms wrapped around you and his head over your shoulder as he watches you play and is asking sweet questions about your game and like the characters and he-

You just know he’s the type of boyfriend to put on silly voices for all the characters!!!!I’m soft now ok byeeeeee

chapsticks. — s. changbin (by @etherealino)

Changbin needed some chapstick okay-

Genre: Fluff

Ficstyle: short drabble

mixtape: on track – scb (by @etherealino) ♡♡

Synopsis: “i can’t let you go, how can i ever let you go?”

genre: idolverse!au, post breakup!au, radio dj!reader, angst, fluff uwu

warning(s): one curse word. changbin went ooc, oops.

word count: 3423

Now or never (by @changbeanie)

genre: school au, fluff, enemies to lover au

word count: 2,665

pairings: reader x changbin

Heather | Seo Changbin (by @milknchannie) ♡♡

Word count: 3.7k

Genre: friends to lovers au, mentions of alcohol

Ficstyle: Oneshot, part of Heather Series

Bad Boy | Seo Changbin (by @maatryoshkaa) ♡♡

Summary: Trouble comes in the form of neck tattoos, lip rings, and Seo Changbin, the school bad boy who, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to stay away from.

Genre: fluff, high school!au, bad boy!changbin, perfect student!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: seo changbin x reader

Features: done with changbin!bang chan, voyeurist!minho, 3rd wheel!jisung, baby!jeongin, woojin, felix, hyunjin

Warnings: mild swearing

Requested: 1: “I’ll keep you warm, hold me closer”; 4: “I was wondering how long you two were going to make out before you realized you weren’t alone”; 18: “Stay the night”.

• bestfriend!changbin confesses to bestfriend!y/n 💌 (by @wooyukh)

Genre: Fluff

Ficstyle: Text!Au, Drabble/ Oneshot

Tattoo artist!Changbin~au (by @slytherinbangchan) ♡♡

Genre: Fluff

Ficstyle: Headcanons/ bulletpoints

plastered (by @lixesque)

➤ when changbin breaks his arm, you make it your mission to make him feel better—by drawing all over his cast

➤ seo changbin x gender neutral reader, fluff

➤ 2k words

Bet | Seo Changbin (by @maatryoshkaa)

Summary: as a JYP intern, your one goal had been to avoid developing feelings for the idols you worked with. Unfortunately, upon noticing your feelings for a certain “dark” rapper, the rest of stray kids have made it their mission to make your relationship happen.

Genre: fluff, infinitesimal amount of angst

Word Count: 2.9k

Features: Stray Kids, JY-Papi

NEW!

Daily boyfriend texts (by @thevampywolf)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Request: yes

Member: Changbin

Don’t call me cupcake (by @l0vemin)♡♡♡♡

summary: you've always hated seo changbin. he was the classic jerk that thought he looked good in a leather jacket. but after making a deal, you seem to question all the reasons you hated him.

pairing: changbin x gn! reader

genre: enemies to lovers (?), fake dating au!, high school au!, fluff, suggestive

warnings: cursing, underage drinking, suggestive

word count: 7.8k

Berets & Lockers (by @lixesque)♡♡

➤ summary: when your boss comes up with a fun activity for valentine’s day, you’re stumped on what to get for your assigned partner. that doesn’t stop you from wondering who has your name, and what kind of gift you’ll get in return

➤ pairing: seo changbin x stylist!reader (gn) featuring a scheming minho

➤ genre: idolverse, fluff, the barest hint of angst; rated G

➤ warnings: none!

➤ word count: 2.2k

Oxytocin (by @lvandrmoon)♡♡

synopsis: He wasn’t sure when he started feeling that weak, sickly feeling of love creeping into his heart. But when he did finally notice it, he felt anxious. Nauseous. It felt as is his whole entire foundation had broke underneath him, because there’s absolutely no fucking way.

pairing: seo changbin x reader

genres: fluff, angst, best friends to lovers!au, non idol!au

warnings: mentions of being drunk, alcohol, and cigarettes

Overworked (by @lunarskzzz)

synopsis: your boyfriend, nervous for the tracka he was putting together, lied to you about where he was spending the weekend, and it took a call from his fellow members to get you to come and convince him to rest

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

pairing: changbin x gn reader

Sorry, I love you (by @seospearbs)

pairing: changbin, reader

genre: fluff

summary: A drunken Y/n confesses to her boyfriend.

count: .8k

warnings: mentions of alcohol, established relationship, mentions of other members

The art of confessing (by @starlightjoong)♡♡♡♡

summary: in all his years of being your roommate, seo changbin has never been nervous with doing anything in your presence. until it was time to confess his huge crush on you.

word count | 8.4k

pairing | seo changbin (skz) x gender neutral reader

warning(s) / includes | swearing, food mentions, alcohol mentions (please lmk if i missed any!!)

genre | fluff, angst if you squint, humour, roommates au, idiots-to-lovers au

Truth or dare (by @kangaroosmile)♡♡

description: Playing truth or dare with the boys and a few staff members should be fun right?

Till your best friend chooses a dare for you. You need to identify four of the Stray Kids members only by their abs.

The only one that doesn't like the idea is Changbin, but why?

pairings: Seo Changbin x reader

genre: idol and staff member, truth or dare

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mentioning of alcohol, mentioning of body contact

One in a million (by @fantastic-bby)♡♡♡♡

Pairing: (F)Reader x Changbin ( ft housemates Felix and Jisung)

Word count: 14.7k

Summary: In a world where magical creatures exist simultaneously with humans, Changbin, a marine biology student, knows that merfolk have been pushed to extinction by humans years before. However, while he’s at his regular smoking spot at the beach, he notices a figure watching him from the water…

Warnings: Cigarette use (Changbin) | Mentions of marijuana usage | Changbin almost drowns

Flufftober D7: Flustered - Changbin (by @huihuiheart)

Pairing: Jock! Changbin x Shy! GN Reader

Genre: Fluff, School Au

Summary: Ask anyone else and they would say that Changbin is much higher on the social food chain, and yet he wasn’t the one who seemed to have the upper hand here.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 573

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straylightdream · 4 months

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what am I missing?

act twelve: “What’s your opinion on sex toys?”

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

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

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

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

𝐚𝐧: what is everyone thinking about each of the boys so far?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nipple play, clit and vaginal fingering, lots of dry humping and some dirty talk. for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, the mc calls herself a slut more warning to come. Soft but dominant jisung, kinda sub reader for jisung. Being tied up during sex, anal play, use of a butt plug, names such as baby, princess and good girl

It’s your day off and you originally planned on staying home but Jisung asked you to go shopping with him. Shopping didn’t last long until you ended up back at your place.

You originally turned something on to watch but you don’t even think you actually watched ten minutes of it before you ended up sitting on your knees between his spread legs. He sat on your couch completely bare with his fingers threaded through your hair helping your movements. Each time you bob your head you take him in your mouth as far as you can. A slur of praises leaving his mouth with each drag of your tongue against his length.

“You’re such a good girl,” he moans. Your stomach flutters at his praises. “Baby if you keep it up I’m going to blow in your mouth.

You pull off his length with a little spit connecting you to his length. You wipe your mouth and smile up at him. Reach over he wipes your lip.

“How does the princess want it?”

You push your thighs together desperately wanting some relief. “I want you.”

“What did I say about using your words?” He raises his eyebrow.

You know he’s being stern with you because he wants you to be more confident when it comes to sex, but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Do you want to be able to touch me while I fuck?” He moves to rest his hand on your neck. You don’t say anything as he gently applies pressure.

“Please.”

“What’s your opinion on sex toys?”

“What kind?”

“I bought you a pretty little butt plug I was thinking about testing out today.”

You’ve never tried anal but you would be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you.

“Oh.”

“Do you want to try it, yes or no? I told you to use your words with me.”

“We can try it.”

Resting on your hand and knees he pours cold lube on your tight ring of muscle. This is a whole new experience you’ve never experienced before. He slowly runs his thumb over the muscle working on getting you to relax.

“I need you to relax,” he says before pressing his lips to your shoulder for a gentle kiss. “We’re using the traffic light system again. If you ever feel uncomfortable let me know immediately.”

“Okay.”

He runs his finger along the rim of your muscle. His finger slowly inside the place no one has ever been before. You’re not used to the feeling but you can already tell you’re going to enjoy it.

He takes his time getting you to relax while applying pressure to your ass. It’s not long before he inserts the lubed up plug.

“Fuck you look hot like this,” he groans. “Do you want to ride me? Or should I take you like this?” He runs his hands up and down your sides.

“I want to touch you,” you moan as he runs his fingers through your folds.

He pulls away before reaching into his bag and pulls out a condom. He slides it down his length before he sits with his back against the headboard. “Come here princess,” he signals at you. Without you saying a word you follow his command. You rest on your knees as you straddle his thighs. His hardened length is standing tall between you. He leans forward with a sly smile playing across his lips. His hand takes your breast roughly in his hand.

“Sit on my cock and once you’re full I want you to sit there until I tell you to move.” You silently nod your head.

Lifting your hips you align yourself with his length before you slowly sink down. The moment he’s fully inside you can’t help but moan at the completely full feeling of him stretching you out and with the silver plug snug in your ass. Your breathing is heavy as you take a moment to adjust. His hands roam your body. One squeezes your butt cheek before he slides his finger down to tap the gem on the end of the plug. You can’t help but gasp.

“Such a good girl.” You don’t say anything once again, you just silently nod your head. “What color?”

“Green,” you respond.

“I have one rule today. You keep your hands behind your back until I tell you that you’re allowed to touch me.” You knew that he wasn’t going to make this easy on you. You follow his orders and hold your hands behind your back. “Time to move.”

Lifting your hips, you slide up his length. You start with a slow but steady pace. Each roll of your hips you move up and down. His hand grip your hips helping your movements. Rolling your head back you can’t help but quietly moan his name. With this position your body needs more. You desperately need him to help you.

Closing your eyes you try to focus on the warm feeling in your stomach. He’s touching the spot inside you that makes you see spots but it’s not enough. You pick up your pace hoping that will help.

“Stop moving,” Jisung says, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes pop open and you stare at him wide eyed. “What’s going on?”

“This isn’t enough for me. I need you to touch me.”

“The plug isn’t helping?”

“It feels nice but I need you to touch me. Please.”

“Okay princess,” he leans forward and gently kisses you.

“How do you want me to touch you?”

“Can you touch my clit?”

“Absolutely.” He kisses you again but this time he’s kissing you like he needs you to breathe. “What’s your color?”

“Green.”

“Princess, start moving again.”

You start moving your hips again. You move at a quicker pace this time. He kisses his way across your jaw as his fingers make quick circles on your sensitive clit.

Rolling your head back you give him more access to your neck. “Fuck I want to mark you up,” he groans against your skin.

“Ji-“ you moan.

You bounce up and down his length the quickest you can move. You’re chasing your high as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten more and more.

“Do you want to touch me?” He groans with his lips against your skin.

“Please,” you moan.

“You can touch me.”

He leans back with a smile across his lips. You reach out, running your hands across his pale skin. You touch every part of him you can reach. Leaning forward you press your lips to his for a heated kiss. Pulling your lips away from his you ask, “can I kiss you anywhere?”

“Fuck, yes.”

You kiss his neck leaving a trail of wet kisses in your path. He moves his fingers at a quicker pace knowing that you’re close to falling apart.

Leaning back you moan his name as you fall apart. You keep moving your hips hoping he falls apart soon. Your walls contract pulling on his length as he lifts his hips helping your ride out your high.

“Fuck,” he moans finding his own release.

Leaning forward your body slumps against his. Your head rests on his shoulder as exhaustion takes over you. He doesn’t say anything as he rubs his hand slowly up and down your back.

“You did so good,” he says softly.

You stay there with him still snugly inside you for a while as your high slowly fades away. When you slowly pull away you find him smiling at you.

“I’m so tired,” you say.

He rests his hand on your cheek and slowly drags his thumb across your skin. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes I’m just tired and my legs are sore.”

“Okay let’s get you cleaned up and then we’re going to cuddle.” Jisung is a man of his word. He gently removes the metal plug before helping you to the bathroom so you can pee before he lays you down in bed. He showers you in kisses as he cuddles up close to you.

“You know you’re my best friend right?” He wraps his arms around your stomach pulling back against him.

“You’re my best friend too.” You know that no matter what Jisung will always be by your side. You know that if at some point you have to stop this he’s still going to be your best friend.

Regarding my taglist: I’m tagging so many people like 300+ people and the the amount of reblogs and interactions I’m getting compared to my taglist make me quite sad. I kindly ask if you request to be tagged that you interact with my writing. It takes me a really long time to make sure I tag everyone. Im going to start removing silent readers and blank blogs to make tagging easier. If anyone wants to be added to this stories taglist I have decided to close it for now. I can’t add anymore people unfortunately. Im really asking for interaction if I’m spending the time to tag you.

Thank you to anyone who has been replaying to the post and reblogging them.

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straylightdream · 5 months

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what am I missing? ~ 3racha

act six: “baby you need to relax for me.”

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

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

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

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Sitting on his lap you can’t help but feel self conscious about your weight. His hands rub your sides as your lips move together. After your first kiss he wasted no time pulling you as close to him as possible.

“You’re so pretty,” he says with his lips against your jaw. Closing your eyes you tilt your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. “What do you want me to do?” His strong hands moves down you back and grabs your butt squeezing it harshly before pulling you forward grinding you against his already hardening length.

“I don’t care what you do, just keep touching me,” you moan rolling your hips forward.

Leaning your head back you press your chest against him. “I want to see you naked so bad,” he groans.

Pulling back you quickly remove your sweater. You sit there on his lap in your bra and a pair of leggings. He paused for a short moment before he grabbed your boob in his strong hand and squeezed the sensitive flesh earning a moan from you.

“Pretty, can I take this off?” He’s moved on to playing with the strap on your bra.

“Please.”

He reaches behind you removing your gray colored bra with ease. He leans back and just stares at you for a long moment. His warm eyes stare at you like you’re the only thing that matters.

“You’re killing me each time you grind on me.” He sounds so turned on with his voice low. He leans forward, taking both your bare breasts in his hands. His hands are rough. He pinches your nipple causing you to moan.

“Are you sensitive here?” He grins, flicking your hardened nipple. You can’t think you just nod. The moment he takes your breast in his mouth you can’t help but roll your hips forward. You know you have to be soaking wet from just dry humping each other and from him playing with your boobs.

“Where do you wanna do it?” You moan as he bites your nipple gently.

He pulls away looking at you with a lust filled look in his eyes. “Right here on the couch. I want you to ride me.”

You pause feeling very self conscious about you putting your full weight on him.

“I have condoms in my room,” you pull away from him fully. Getting off his laps you smile, “please be naked when I get back.”

The little laugh that passes his lips reminds you that the boy you’re about to have sex with is still your goofy best friend Chan.

Running off to your room you make quick work of removing your legging and underwear leaving yourself completely naked. You feel slightly embarrassed at the idea of walking back into your living room completely naked. You pull on your short robe before grabbing a row of three condoms.

Walking back into the living room your mouth practically waters at the site of Chan full naked sitting on your couch. He’s fully hard and the moment your eyes lock he strokes his length.

“Why am I the only one naked?” He raises his eyebrow. “Come here,” he signals you to come towards him. Walking over to him you stop right in front of him. You drop the condoms onto the coffee table. He stands up and unties your robe. He pushes it off your shoulders leaving you fully naked.

“Can I touch you?” You can’t help but smile when he’s asking for your permission.

“Of course you can.”

“Turn around for me.”

Silently you follow his command. You take a deep breath wondering what he has planned. The moment you feel his length poking against your back you close your eyes. One of his hands grabs your hip pulling your back flush against his. He feels like stone against your soft body. His strong hand splays across your stomach causing you to take a deep breath.

“Baby, you need to relax.” He never called you a baby before.

His hand makes its way down your stomach. The moment his hand touches your folds you can instantly feel yourself getting wetter. He draws figure eights on your sensitive clit while he leaves a trail of wet kisses up the base of your neck.

“Fuck,” you moan.

“Can you come just by me playing with your clit?” There is something about Chan talking dirty to you that is absolutely intoxicating.

“Please.”

He works his hand down lower and starts pumping one finger into you. The only sound in the room is your heavy breathing as you focus on the feeling of his hands on you. He moves his focus back to your clit. With each pass of his fingers you feel like you’re losing your mind.

You fall apart moaning his name. You leaning back on him rely on him to help make sure you don’t fall. “That was amazing.” He pulls away from you but holds into your hips helping you stay up.

“Baby how did the boys before not know how to make you cum like that?”

Turning around you look at him and even with his lust filled gaze and his dirty talk he is still your sweet best friend. “No one has seemed to care about my pleasure before, other than Bin.” You feel dirty mentioning your and your other friend's name right now but you want him to know the truth.

He takes your face in both hands and leans forward to gently press his lips to yours. “You’re always my main priority in life.”

Pulling away from you he sits back down on the couch like he had been before. Walking toward him you reach down and pick up the packets of condom. You tear one foil packet off and hold it out for Chan. He tears it open and rolls the rubber down his length.

“Come here,” he says softly.

You slowly crawl onto his lap. You hover over his length for a short moment. He leans forward pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone. Slowly you sink down to his length. You gasped as you bottomed out. Your hands rested on his chest as you stayed still for a moment adjusting to his size. He’s longer than Changbin and hits parts deep inside you. All the oxygen seemed to be sucked out of the room and you needed each other to breathe. His hand rests below the underside of breast. His thumb drags across your skin helping you relax.

“Hey,” he whispered, catching your attention.

“Yeah?”

“Baby you need to relax for me.” His sweet words cause you to smile.

“You’ve never called me baby before this.”

“Should I stop?” He cocks his head to the side.

“No, I like it.” You couldn’t never get tired of hearing him call you baby.

“Can you move for me?”

Silently you nod.

You started to move slowly up and down his length. The only other sounds passing your lips were pants and soft moans. You don’t think anything has ever felt nearly as inmate as what was happening between you and Chan. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you continued to ride him. His hands moved from the underside of your breast down to your soft sides. He helped guide you as he moved up and down his length.

You gasped and leaned forward resting your head against his shoulder. Your lips gently nipped at his shoulder. You knew you were probably going to leave a mark reminding you both of what had happened between you on your couch.

With each thrust the coil in your stomach tightened. Leaning up you pressed your lips to his for a hungry kiss. He knew you were close by the sounds of your needy whimpers. One of his hands moved down to where you were joined and his fingers toyed with your sensitive nub.

With your lips ghosting his you moaned his name as he pushed you over the edge. As your walls pulled on his length it didn’t take too long for him to hit his high and spill inside you in the condom. You sit still with him snug inside completely while sitting on his lap. Your forehead was resting against his as you both your breathing was uneven. His hand moved up and rested on your cheek and he placed a wet kiss on your lips.

“Can we move to your bed to cuddle?” He asked.

“Of course.”

Curling up in your bed you both were still completely naked. “What happens now Chan?” You weren’t sure what any of this means.

“I don’t think it’s right I get in the way of you exploring yourself like you want to,” he sighs curling up behind you. His body is spooned against yours as his hand rests on your soft stomach.

“Are you okay if I see Changbin and Jisung?” He wants to say no desperately, but he knows he can’t be selfish right now. He feels selfish enough that he slept with you so he could have at least part of you.

“Yeah I’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Thank you for today. You made me feel really good about myself. You made me feel like I was sexy.”

He presses his lips to your shoulder for a gentle kiss. “Baby you are sexy.”

“Are you going to stay the night?”

“I’m going to stay until I have to leave to go home and change for work at six in the morning.”

You fall asleep wondering what happens after this night you shared with Chan and what happens if/when you sleep with Jisung.

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