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catiuskaa · 2 months
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you asked me to stay. [Not yet].
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PAIRING! idol!bangchan x reader
SUMMARY: even if idols 'don’t date fans', there are no rules against a little bit of teasing, and so it happens that Mr Bang Chan here really likes your kind of thinking.
WC: 4.1k
CW: starts off fluffy, then angsty if you squint?, but develops into a (short but still) spicy NSFW. lol, the triangle of (fan)fiction! not gonna say anything else cause I don’t want to spoil it, teehee. Have fun! (I did!)
REQUESTED! here by my sweet 'n spicy baby @sharonxdevi, hope you like my take on it! <3
A/N: wanted to pop down here as a reminder that just because the setting is a fan meeting and yada yada, this work is still unrelated to Channie as an idol. now, please keep reading! I really like how this one turned out 🤭
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He's so sweet.
You kept giggling and blushing like an idiot, but how couldn't you? The Christopher Bang was right before you, smiling and laughing at the lame jokes you blabbered as a blush surely creeped out, your face a deep shade of a pinkish tone.
“Oh, and I wanted to mention that you look so amazing in your performances! You have me addicted, Chan.” You giggled.
He chuckled, blushing lightly, raising a hand to his mouth, half covering it. “Really?”
You could melt at the sight of him.
“Yeah! I’ve watched all your fancams.” You nodded with enthusiasm.
His laughs turned louder, his ears red. “I feel so shy knowing someone as pretty as you watches me dance so much.”
You blinked, your eyes wide.
As what?
He cheeked his tongue, eyeing at you sheepishly.
Oh. So he knew what he was doing.
You smirked softly. Your change in attitude made him raise his eyebrows slightly.
“One minute.”
You eyed at the suited man that came to talk to Chan and smiled. He left back to his position, and you leaned closer to the idol.
“Just have to say, that tongue of yours?” You chuckled, and to him, it was one fo the most enticing sounds he had heard in a while. “Keep it in your mouth if you don’t want STAY to act up.”
There was a bubbly feeling in your stomach that only heightened when you watched his face displaying raw surprise.
You were about to combust in spontaneous fire because, well, you just flirted with an idol, a real famous one, that is, but then, he smirked, leaning even closer to you. You could feel his breath on the shell of your ear. His hand softly took yours, and your breath hitched as he snickered playfuly, making you feel a shiver travel down your spine.
“I’m thinking there are far more interesting places where I could keep it.” He grinned in a teasing tone, staring at your lips for a second, licking his own. “But I’m obedient. I’ll keep my mouth shut if you say so.” He stated lowly, his eyes locked on yours. …
Oh.
OH.
MY GOD.
He squeezed your hand, sitting back again. His face was covered by a shade of red, and he couldn’t exactly place what had taken over him.
For a moment, he bit his lip, wary of your reaction, considering you hadn’t so much as muttered anything, frozen in your place.
But then you chuckled, struggling to grasp what had just happened, and his whole body relaxed when you squeezed his hand too.
“Bet. You won’t.” You snickered, standing up, siren eyes staring down at him as you moved away, allowing the next person’s turn.
He winked at you as you left.
W-What had just happened?
Your mind felt fuzzy.
Had Bang Chan just done the triangle method on you?
Chan stared at your back before facing the person in front of him.
He could’ve sworn he had seen you before.
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“YOU DID WHAT?!”
Chan grimaced at Hyunjin, sinking his head back on the pillow in his hotel room.
“Leave him alone, Jinnie.” Yongbok frowned slightly. “But I have to say. Not the smartest move, mate.”
Chan sighed in frustration. “I know, I know.”
And it was because he knew that he didn’t dare to say, but just thinking about you, he also knew for a fact that he wouldn’t hesitate on doing it again. Had he had the opportunity, maybe even more.
But idols don’t do that.
Because it is for a reason that idols don’t date fans. Marketing? 100%. Sure. But it also protected them from scandals and such. Or that’s what Chan liked to say to himself.
Felix felt a bit guilty. Chan had gotten scolded by almost all the members now, some who went more ballistic than others —like Hyunjin, who still was fuming, claiming that if Chan was going to do something forbidden, he could’ve said something better than that—, but he looked at the fellow Australian and stood up, laying his small hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder.
The taller one stopped his rambling against Chan and his alleged lack of creativity regarding flirting, and his eyes softened, looking at Yongbok.
“Give the man a break.” Felix smiled softly. “He understands what he’s done. He’s a big boy. Right, Channie?”
The big boy lazily raised his hand from the bed, not moving his head from the pillow as he hummed and raised his thumb.
“This bitch—” Hyunjin started, threatening to throw a pillow at the older one, but Felix quickly pushed him away, taking him back to their room.
Finally alone after what seemed like a lifetime, Chan turned around, staring at the ceiling.
He covered his face with his hands.
Reckless. Stupid, reckless idiot.
It had to be past twelve when he got tired of waiting for sleep to get to him. That never happened anyways. So he stood up with a groan, yawning out of boredom, quickly fetching a jacket and heading to the elevators with slow steps.
He got in and slowly started to put on his beanie and his mask, which wouldn’t really make a difference if someone recognized him, still, it gave him some reassurance. But then, the elevator stopped barely two floors after he got in.
His whole body tensed up.
He recognized who stepped in, messy hair, funny slippers and padded jacket on.
He knew who that was, because he had been right.
He had seen you before.
“Oh.” You smiled, and he could tell by the small wrinkles in your eyes, because the bottom half of your face was hidden by the jacket’s high neck. “Good night.” You mumbled softly.
He nodded. He was afraid you’d recognize him. He was unsure of what to do himself —or if he should do anything—, he couldn’t even think of how you would react. And just the idea that you wouldn’t like seeing him there made him hide his face more in his dark mask, so instead, he fidgeted with his room card, not daring to look at you for too long.
“Trouble sleeping?” You pondered in a kind tone. He nodded again, and you smiled. He had to hold back the impulse of lowering your jacket just so he could see your bright features, the ones that had charmed him so much barely a couple of hours ago.
“Same here.” You muttered, and he could’ve sworn that your voice alone, warm and soothing, could singlehandedly lull him to sleep in a heartbeat. “Walking helps though, don’t you think?”
He, again, just managed to nod. But for some reason, your presence didn’t make him feel guilty for not talking. In the middle of the night nothing seemed to have any rules between you two and the four walls of the elevator.
“Sorry, am I bothering you?” You asked in a murmur.
It was the first time he shook his head no, vigorously so, and you blushed lightly, smiling.
“Good to know.” You grinned, chuckling softly. The elevator dinged, arriving to the last floor. Chan held back a frustrated groan, yearning to keep hearing your voice.
“Have a good night.” You smiled, but his hand softly took yours.
“Huh?” You muttered softly.
Chan struggled. Fuck, shit, fuck. He had done that completely out of reflex. He didn’t know what to say, and just scrathed the side of his face, staring at your linked hands.
He shook his head once more, asking you to stay.
To you, you already had the weird feeling that you knew him. But he touched your hand, and something from it felt shockingly familiar.
Now, you could’ve sworn you had seen him before.
“What is it?” You asked, your voice coated in something sweet, something that Chan suddenly wanted to taste. “Would you like to walk with me?”
He nodded eagerly. And you grinned sheepishly.
You two crossed through the hotel main’s hall nonchalantly, and Chan just followed you, intriegued that you hadn’t taken the main entrance door to exit.
“Trust me,” you muttered, smiling. He felt it was scary that he would, in a heartbeat. “The gardens are so much better.”
You took his hand. A motion completely out of reflex, that both of you only allowed yourselves to yearn for in silence.
You grinned at him, turning around, and his breath hitched, lips parted beneath his mask when he realized how close you were.
You opened a black door to your right with a soft push of your body.
The hotel gardens at night were like a dream. The moonlight turned everything into a soft, magical scene. Tall trees swayed quietly, and you could hear crickets and leaves rustling. There was a small lake below it, its water calm, that reflected the image above it like a mirror, moon and stars glistening on the clear surface.
Even if Chan was only looking at the glow through your eyes.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You grinned.
You stared back at him. Something in his eyes reminded you of someone you knew. A peculiar someone, that is.
He hummed in agreement, and your smile widened.
“Shall we?” You giggled in a murmur, letting him step outside before you.
There was a warmth in the night that ushered Chan to take off his mask and hat.
But he didn’t dare to. Not yet.
You two walked alongside, hands and knuckles brushing against each other, and the idol allowed himself to grin as you smiled, looking at the flowers that decorated the place. It was the first time in his life that he had found solace in the shared silence of insomnia.
With a swift motion, he surrendered. He felt like it wasn’t fair to know who you where if you didn’t —or couldn’t— recognize him. To hell with it, he thought, taking his hat and mask off.
But, much to his surprise, you didn’t so much as glance at him. You just snickered when he sighed, sounding happier, breathing in the sudden cold breeze that swooshed in the garden.
“Better, huh?” You mumbled in light amusement.
He smiled, shoving his hidden identity in his pockets.
“Much.” Chan muttered.
His heart beat loudly on his ears. He could feel it pulsating rapidly, waiting for the moment where you would turn to face him.
But you weren’t, just strolling down the stone path, callously ignoring his nervous demeanour.
He was about to stop and move you, but instead, your hand took his again.
And then you squeezed it lightly. Much like he had done a couple of hourse ago.
His breath hitched. He stopped walking.
“Chan?” You smiled.
He felt chaos unravel inside him, his cheeks blushing, his palms getting sweaty, and his heart giddily beating in his chest.
Another rush of soft air crossed through the hotel’s gardens, making your hair move with it. He could smell your light scent, something that felt warm inside him, something that he felt could lull him asleep.
You grinned.
“Hi.”
He chuckled lowly. He hadn’t let go of your hand. A part of him didn’t want to. Not yet.
“Hi.”
He saw you blush under the moonlight, not knowing his red-tinted cheeks were more obvious than yours.
“What’s a boy as pretty as you doing in a place like this?”
He blinked, his eyes wide.
As what?
He saw you cheek your tongue, doe eyes looking at him teasingly.
Oh. So you knew what you were doing.
He chuckled, thinking that was going to be all your teasing.
“Judging by how long it took for you to talk, I guess you did mean to keep your end of the deal.”
“Huh?” He inquired softly.
“You know.” You bit your lip and blushed a bit more, making him more interested, taking a step towards you without realizing. “Keeping your mouth shut. Like the obedient boy you are.”
He started breathing heavily, a low laugh rolling off his tone.
“Oh, yeah?” His smirk was only powered by yours. “I must say, I can be quite rebellious.”
“Really?” You snickered, feeling his hand squeeze yours again.
“Very.” He gulped. His bravado only lasted for so much, and deep inside, he was equally scared as curious.
He wanted to keep going. He wanted you to stay.
“Are you trying to prove it?” You mocked cheekily.
He stared at your lips, his breath felt heavy. “Would you like me to prove it?”
His hand threatened to reach for your cheek, but it was you who finally held it and moved it towards your face.
“Bet.” You giggled. “You won’t.”
The night air was crisp as your eyes, deep and expressive, locked with his, inviting and enticing, a secret to be held in them. His hair, often styled with flair, rested curly and messy, but you couldn’t help but get lost in the untamed beauty that he portrayed. Not even his lips gently grazing yours could wipe either of your smiles under the moonlight.
And then, for a moment, it wasn’t gentle.
Maybe it was because he sighed against your lips, or maybe it was because you followed an impulse and bit his lower lip, but then it got twisted. Tongues danced with one another, fighting for dominance in a burst of sudden passion.
“C-chan,” you gulped, arms traveling to his nape, playing with his hair. It made him weak.
“Chris,” he sighed, yearning to taste your lips again. And again. He didn’t want to stop. Not yet. “Call me— call me Chris.”
You chuckled. “Only if you call me…”
You were going to tease him, but your ideas suddenly flew away form your mind when he started peppering kisses on your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth.
“What?” He snickered. “A pet name of sorts?” He was teasing you, and he was so enjoying it, tasting the weirdly sweet and enticing flavour of your skin in his lips. “Would you like that, princess?” God, he needed more.
You bit your lip, holding back sounds behind heavy breaths, and he patted your thighs, making you jump into his arms without hesitation. Quickly, he moved the both of you, pinning you against the wall closest to you.
“C-chan…” He bit your skin slightly harder. “Chris! Ah, Chris…!”
“F-fuck…” He muttered. “I… I can’t…” He leaned his head in the crook of your neck, now covered in small and red lovebites. “You smell so good.”
You pecked his forehead, trying to catch your breath, your hands stroking his soft hair.
“Not here, right?” You smiled, soothing, comprehensive. His heart softened.
He nodded, sighting against your neck. He let go of your legs, allowing you to stand back on your feet tenderly.
“I’m sorry….?” Chan mumbled shyly. You giggled, brushing it off.
You were about to say something, but then the gravel cracked under someone’s weight. One that wasn’t either of you.
He tensed up under your arms.
You sighed. “Move!” You ushered in a whisper.
He frowned, his eyes darting from you and from where the sound had come from.
“But you—”
“Chan!” You pushed him away, hiding him behind another wall, and quickly took your phone from the pocket of your jacket, zipping back up what Chris had lowered.
“Who’s in there?”
Chan’s breath haltered.
You had hid him just a wall more, meaning that if the security guard found any of you, chances were that he wouldn’t be caught. You would.
You both held your breathing, hands interlinked even if your bodies were as far away as they could to do so, your heartbeats quickening in sync.
And then, it was just silence for a minute, the gravel cracked below the security guard’s feet, and he left as sudden as he had arrived.
You legs felt like jelly, and you let your back fall down the wall, ending up sitting on the floor with a huff.
“You were going to get in trouble.” Chris muttered.
You looked at him from the floor. The moonlight highlightened his lean figure and charismatic features.
You nodded. “It wouldn’t be me who’d get in the worst of it.” You smiled softly.
He nodded with you.
“We should go before it gets too late.”
Just before heading back together to the elevators, you looked to the reception, and grinned softly.
The elevator back up felt more silent than usual. And for some reason that could speak and make him blush, Chan missed the sound of your voice.
“Good night, Chris.”
It wasn’t going to be a good night.
Not after that interruption, which not only scared the shit out of him, but also made him rethink everything he was doing with you.
Chan arrived back to his room. After half an hour of mindlessly staring at the nightsky through the window, someone knocked on the door.
Could it be you? Chris blushed at the thought.
He opened the door to find nothing. Then, he looked to the floor, and found a mug of hot chocolate and a small note.
may have taken a peek to your room card before. i had fun tonight! see you tomorrow? xoxo, your princess.
He grinned.
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad night after all.
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When he woke up the morning after, his mouth still tasted like chocolate.
There had been nothing that could wipe the silly grin on his face that day. Not his packed schedule, not the knowledge that they had to go back home and it would be his last night there, not the fact that Han had come into his room just to look for his missing sock —which, for obvious reasons, he never found there—, not the fact that Hyunjin was still bitter with him because of what he had named the ‘pretty girl disaster’ —which Chan intended to tell you just to see if you’d laugh like he had imagined.
His mind was filled to the brim with thoughts of you.
Your flavoured chapstick, your sweet scent, the way you mumbled his name —his real one, that is—, how your eyes glowed under the moonlight, how his hands fit perfectly in the curves of your waist.
He sighed happily for the upteenth time that day, coming out of the shower.
But then, Minho came in to his room.
“Hyung.” He started, and his low tone didn’t seem to bring good news.
Chan nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“I know I’m not really good at these things, but I think you should see this.”
The dancer handed him the phone, and Chan turned pale.
It was a picture taken from last night. Chan’s silhouette was fairly obvious, slightly pixelated and hidden by his beanie and his mask. And right in front of him, back facing the camera, was you, your hand holding his.
“So it is you. That’s what I thought,” Minho mumbled. “A random number sent it to Hyunjin. He saved the picture and blocked it, but we thought you should know.”
“Did they know it was me?” Chan stuttered.
The cat owner shook his head, and Chan was able to breathe normally again. “They thought it had been me with Jisung.”
It was there when Chan’s daydreaming faltered.
His thoughts started spinning, not knowing how or where to start.
Would you know about this?
What would you do?
“Hyung.” Minho sighed. “We’re leaving tomorrow.”
And Chan hadn’t been able to grasp that, but someone did.
The same someone who knocked on his door at night.
“Guys, you have your own cards.” Chan muttered, opening the door.
But it hadn’t been any of the guys.
“Hi.” You let out in a sight, panting.
Had you ran your way there?
“Hi.” He mumbled weakly.
“Can I…?” He opened the door for you, and quickly closed it back. He turned his back to you, his eyes wide and his heart going crazy.
“Chris.” You mumbled.
He turned around to face you.
“You asked me to stay last night and I went with you to the gardens.” You huffed. “But I want to stay here with you tonight.”
He blinked, passing a hand through his wavy hair. You were there. In front of him. Speaking. God, he had to concentrate.
“We’ll make a deal.” You breathed slowly, staring deeply into his eyes, yearning to know the secrets hidden behind them. “I’ll leave this here.”
You gently plopped your phone on the table near the door to his room. He was still standing there, as if frozen, pyjama pants on and only a bathrobe covering his lean and toned chest.
“A pretty man called Hyunjin came to me talking about some picture,” you started softly. “But yesterday didn’t happen so I’d ruin a man’s career.” His eyes followed how you raised your hands and smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
“It’s off.” Your voice lowered, and he got slightly closer, as if wanting to hear you better. “The phone, I mean. Feel free to check it.”
Surprisingly, he just stared at it, then smiled cheekily, heading towards you.
Your eyebrows shot up and you felt deliciously small under his new-formed grin, and how his hands cradled your face.
He pecked your lips with a yearning sigh.
“I missed you.”
You blushed.
“You can have me all night.” Your smile made him feel butterflies on his stomach. “Just me and you.”
He kissed you again, longer this time.
His frame slowly caged you against the door, and he broke the kiss, stroking your cheeks. His body was pressed up against yours, his lips parted as he breathed softly, taking you in. He could feel heat running down his body just by the feeling of you back in his arms, and the only thought that he had clear is that he couldn't hold back anymore.
He needed to kiss you, again, and again, and again. He needed to figure out what you tasted like. He needed to have you. Your hands had gone back to where they had been the night before, and the way you stared at his lips threatened to make him fall to his knees.
His eyes were glued on your lips, and not long after, his mouth followed.
Chris’ heart was pounding against his chest, and he knew for a fact that he had never felt this way before. Never in his whole life. The more he tasted your lips, the kiss almost as passionate as your first one, the more you ruined him, claiming him as yours, making him addictied to the way you sighed and grinned as he moved your bodies to the bed, the hotter his body became.
He fell with you on the matress, and much to his surprise, you moved your bodies, sitting on his lap, taking a groan out of him.
“Such a beauty,” you mumbled, almost to yourself rather than him. “All for me, huh?” You smirked.
The whole world was hazy, the only thing that was clear was your body and your words. Just hearing your voice saying those words to him made him shiver, a shiver that he never experienced before.
He smirked too, and sighed when you untied his bathrobe, your hands roaming freely wherever you wanted to, stroking his chest, claiming him with kisses, the soft colour that they left behind, pink due to your lipstick, and the soft scratches of your nails, that made him bite his lip to keep his sounds hidden.
“Nuh-uh.” You tutted at him with a smile.
He snickered. “Oh, princess. Two can play that game.”
His hands pinned you down against the bed, his lips quickly going back to yours.
“You said I needed to keep my tongue to myself, and I promised that I would” He grinned, almost menacingly, lowering himself, trailing kisses down your body, discarding your underwear.
“I intend to break that promise.”
Maybe you and him would be difficult.
But he had asked you to stay, and you did. And he didn’t want to stop trying. Not yet.
[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]
~Kats, who did most of this in a hospital bed (‘m okay now dw) but fell asleep and didn’t publish it, lol. I LOVED THIS IDEA POOKIE TYSM !!
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bandgie · 14 days
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bangchan x fem!reader
warnings! MDNI 18+, cowgirl, PIV, cumming inside (if you squint), slowish sex, (just sex man I dunno what you want me to tell you)
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Riding chan is one of the best things ways to destress. It doesn't always have to be fast and hard. You both can take your time this way. Your legs are on either side of his, gently rocking your hips so his cock barely moves inside you. 
The eye contact- god- the eye contact. Chan always makes sure he's touching you. Getting a feel of your hot skin on his. You're both clothed most of the time in these instances, but he'll just slip his hand under your shirt to place his hand on the small of your back. His other cupping your face while he kisses you slowly.
Chan's lips are so warm, so plush. It feels like heaven. Lips puckering against each other while his thumb strokes your cheek just under your eye. Even when he uses his tongue, it's still so gentle, so lovingly. He sucks your tongue in his own mouth, moaning at your taste before letting you suck his. 
His hips match your pace the whole time, giving just enough stimulation to make you mewl on his lips. 
It makes him giggle, lips pulled back into a smile even though you still try and kiss him. Funny to him, but frustrating to you. Your hands are tucked snugly between yours and Chan's bodies, using your little fists to lightly hit his chest.
"Not funny," you pout, lip jutting out dramatically. Chan thinks you're so endearing like this. Lips swollen and red from the kiss and with eyes with a light glaze over them. He giggles again and pecks the tip of your nose. "Aww, sorry baby. You're just so cute."
You whine again, though it's far from annoyance. Your hips start to swirl a little more roughly, and a little more quickly. Chan picks up on your relentlessness just as fast. His hand on your back trails to your ass, cupping your cheek to ground you.
"Thought you wanted to take it slow," he raises an eyebrow at you. "You feeling better?"
Nodding, you bury your face under his neck. You kiss the skin there, feeling him shiver beneath you and making his hips buck. "Mhm. Channie always makes me better."
Though you can't see, his face grows red. The tips of his ears burn red and he places a final kiss on the top of your head. He places both of his hands on your ass and adjusts his sitting position. Chan widens his stance, plants his feet flat on the floor of your living room, and thrusts his hips up in a way he knows drives you insane. 
It doesn't take long before you're moaning. Before you're chanting his name and trembling in his hold. You can't help yourself with the way Chan fits inside you. His cock slides between your walls with ease, his tip kissing the deepest parts of you when he buries himself deep inside you. 
Orgasming doesn't even matter in moments like these. You just want to feel close to Chan. Even after he and you cum, even when the release leaks out of your pussy onto his cock, all you want is to stay.
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sunboki · 1 year
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“i don’t wanna.” you leaned your head back, exposing your neck that’s now being peppered with chris’s attention. he smells like cinnamon, lingering from his coffee run before you woke up.
it occurs to you this could take a lust-filled turn, but you’re not concerned—the minimal light that sneaks through the curtains is a good enough sign not to continue last nights affairs. too early.
instead, chris places a gentle hand on your back, easing you up from your position on the mattress to straddle his lap whilst he threads his bigger fingers with your own. all he wants to do recently, simply kiss your skin in the comfort of your shared bedroom. soft, gentle pecks or deep, passionate kisses that might leave a mark or two. no biting, at least, not unless he’s jealous. a rare occurrence, but it does show up occasionally.
you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t attractive. but this day started off gentle, still tired from last night but not quite ready to get up.
“soft..” chris whispered, breath ghosting over a bare expanse of supple skin by your collarbone. admire. draped in his old t-shirt, hair askew. you look like an angel. plush and warm, his love.
you hummed out a mumbled “yeah?”, eyes dusting closed as you leaned in his partial embrace, head resting against your boyfriend’s chest. a steady heartbeat to drift away to. he wasn’t remotely phased by your sleepiness, easily titling his head to gain better access, access to places to kiss. obsessed.
“you smell like me,” he grumbled a satisfied tone, cheekily smiling when you shuddered from his attention just below your ear.
“‘s too early chris.. ‘m tired and sore…” you squirmed, sighing when he pressed warm hands against your achy hips, massaging the bruised skin.
this time though, instead of your body he landed a careful kiss on your lips, cherishing the sugar-sweet contact for a tad longer than usual, “‘wasn’t planning to, wouldn’t wanna hurt my pretty baby now would i?”
another lie would be to say your heart didn’t skip a beat.
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coordinated the song aphrodite by RINI with this, along with some relation to my dream last night😵‍💫 basically soft mornings-after with channie, and dw my dream was sfw ahahiwbsisbwj dear lord
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baby-yongbok · 6 months
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Meltdown
Boyfriend!Bang Chan x Autistic!Fem!Reader
❗Genre: Angst
❗Warnings: Heavy themes of autistic meltdown, Very detailed explanation of a meltdown, Heavy themes of Anxiety?, self-harm (no blood), Mentions of not being able to breathe, Chris is an asshole but not for long. Again, this is very detailed. + Bang Chan is referred to as Chris.
❗A/N: I'm very nervous to post this, but I want to put out content for neurodivergent community. As an autistic individual, I rarely see content with an autistic reader. It may exist, but I've never really come across it. So, here I am. This work is purely based on my experience with autism and is based on my own meltdowns. This is not meant to reflect how every person with autism has meltdowns. I hope that you enjoy!
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“You always do this, you always do the same shit and then try to play it off as an accident. How many times are you going to make the same mistake?” Chris yelled in your direction, putting air quotes around the last word of his sentence. You let out a shaky breath, trying your best to keep yourself stable.
“It is a mistake and I thought that I was doing a good job at avoiding it, I don’t perceive any of my behavior tonight as suggestive. I thought that I was being friendly.” Your speech is steady and smooth, a calculated response designed in your head to avoid conflict. That was your goal, avoiding conflict, but it seems that Chris’ temper has other plans tonight.
“Friendly? Are you fucking kidding me? You were practically saying your vows with all the compliments you were dishing out tonight. Laughing at every single word that your so-called friend said. I’m surprised you weren’t sitting in his fucking lap with the way your conversation was going.” Your eyes dart around the room before landing on the bright numbers of the digital clock to your right. You focus your eyes on the bright outline, trying your best to keep yourself calm.
“Chris, I really didn’t mean -” You’re cut off by his yelling, the sudden sound making you jump a bit, shifting your focus. 
“I don’t want to hear that fucking excuse. You didn’t mean it? Yeah, sure, you always say that. And why the fuck do you let him call you all of those names? Honey, sweetheart, and anything else that slips off of his tongue, right?” He moves from his spot across from you, circling the couch and stalking towards where you're sitting quickly, only stopping when there’s about a foot between you. “Are you fucking him or something? Do the two of you have history? Because I can’t think of another reason for you to be so goddamn disrespectful.”
“Wha- no, I- I never did anything with him.” Your eyes dart up to his face but your gaze quickly falls, you blink a couple of times trying your best to hold back your tears. “I thought.. I thought I was being friendly I was watching -” 
“Why are you trying to play innocent?” He squats down in front of you, his piercing gaze trying to find yours. Tears start to run down your cheeks and you start to rock your body back and forth. You wipe your tears away with open hands before starting to pick at your nails. “Look at me. If you’re not lying then look at me.”
“Chris I- I can’t right now. I’m r-really overwhelmed, I’m sorry.” He sucks his teeth at you, leaning closer into your space. “Please.. Back up.”
“Look at me.” He hisses and you can feel the tingling in your hands and feet starting as your thoughts start to spiral out of control. “Do you really think that you were just being friendly? Tell me, I’m fucking listening.”
His tone picks up towards the completion of his sentence, ending in a shout. You jump again, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself. The thoughts in your head get louder as the seconds go by and you start to lose the ability to understand them. Every time that you try to pin point one of them it gets pulled away from you. You start to bounce your leg, fast and harsh. The bouncing of your leg paired with the rocking of your upper body seemed to have caught Chris’ attention. The real Chris, not the one that was standing in front of you seconds ago allowing his jealousy to spiral out of control in a fit of anger.
“Hey..hey” He lowers himself onto his knees, his eyes that were angry seconds ago now glazed with worry. “I’m.. I’m sorry I lost it, I know I shouldn’t have, I just..”
He reaches his hand out to touch you, a soft attempt at comforting you but it was the last thing that he should’ve done. You jump at the contact, a small whine falling from your lips. He moves his hand quickly, muttering a small apology. You bring your hands up to cover your ears, attempting to shut out the heavy buzzing of your thoughts. You start to rock your body quicker as you lean forward, shrinking into yourself. 
“Fuck.” Chris hisses under his breath, his hands helplessly resting on his lap. He knows that you didn’t mean it, he knows that you have trouble interacting with your friends due to your autism. And he knew better than anyone what could happen when you got overwhelmed. He could usually see it coming and nurse you back to a more stable headspace but this time he couldn’t. This time it was him that caused the meltdown, the fault was at his feet and there was nothing he could do to fix it. All he could do was wait and watch as you went through the motions. 
It was the screaming that pulled him out of his thoughts. The piercing sound of you wailing, the verbal expression of the pain you felt as you tried your best to understand what was happening in your head. His eyes fixed on you immediately, he took you in slowly, maybe too slow. Your hands were laced in your hair pulling harshly at the roots as you sobbed, you were mumbling something through your sobbing. At first he couldn’t understand but eventually he caught on and his heart shattered in his chest as he reached for your hands in an attempt to loosen your grip on your hair. 
“Stop making mistakes, stop making mistakes, stop making mistakes.” You mumbled as your tears fell. Your grip on your hair tightened just as Chris made contact with you, he tried desperately to gently pry your fingers from your curls. 
“Baby, you can’t do that.” He nearly whispered, his voice was easily drowned out by your screams as you tried to get as far away from his touch as possible. “Baby, please.”
“Stop making mistakes, Stop making mistakes.” Once Chris was able to loosen your grip you balled your hands into fists. Your body tensed and your breath caught in your chest. Chris watched you with wide eyes, he slowly tried to move a bit closer to you, preparing himself to stop you from hurting yourself if needed. 
“You have to breathe.” The panic in his tone was evident, you could hear it but you couldn’t react. There was too much going on, too much to process. “ Babygirl, please please breathe.” 
You bang your fists against your thighs, trying to get your brain to slow down, trying to coordinate breathing with thinking, moving, anything. Why couldn’t you breathe? Why couldn’t you just stop holding your breath? Why? The more you thought about it the more frustrated you got. You could feel a burning in your chest as you looked up at Chris, eyes wide with panic. 
“Babygirl, look, follow me. Do what I do, yeah?” His voice is soft yet strong as he tries to mollify the panic rising in his chest. He attempts to instruct you, using his hands to guide you into making your chest rise and fall as it should. You watch his hands, trying to concentrate, Trying to ignore the ringing in your ears and the harsh buzzing of your thoughts. The longer you focus on the movements of his hand the more that you can feel your chest start to move. You take in a sudden breath, gasping a bit and choking for a second. You follow with another quick breath, gasping again and the pattern continues until the burning subsides and an intense dizziness hits you. 
“You did it, you did so well, baby.” Chris whispers, his eyes wide and glossy. “You got it.”
Your body starts to relax a bit as you work to regulate your breathing. You slowly unclench your fist, resting your hands in your lap and scratching at the fabric of your jeans. Your movements start to slow and you sit up straight gradually, every move hurts a bit, the aching in your muscles already starting to set in. Your crying continues as you pant softly, you mumble the same statement to yourself a couple of times before you direct your words towards Chris.
“I’m s-sorry. I thought I-I was doing it right I t-thought…” Your sentence trails off into a pained sob as you bring your hands up to cover your eyes. The guilt of your reaction came flooding through instantly. First you make your boyfriend mad and then you have a fucking meltdown about it? You just can’t win, huh.
“Please don’t apologize, I should be the one apologizing. I should be begging for forgiveness right now. I had no right to get that angry, I was jealous and it was stupid. I was insecure, I’ve been insecure about you hanging out with him for months and I let all of that pent up emotion out and I hurt you. I’m so so sorry, I understand if you don’t forgive me, I wouldn’t either. I know that you struggle and I still fucked everything up.” He moved a bit closer to you, a mere inch separating the two of you. 
You shook your head acknowledging that you could hear him. Your brain was slowing down just a bit and you didn’t want to add anything to the whirlwind to disrupt it. 
“I’ll get your meltdown kit, and I’ll pick out your safe clothes. You need to take a hot shower to try and soothe your muscles… you’re going to be sore in the morning, okay?” You shake your head, glancing up at Chris for just a second before you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Your chest feels tight but you try not to let it bother you. The aftermath of a meltdown was something that you’ve grown used to after all. 
“Please believe me when I say that none of this was your fault. I’m so so fucking sorry, this will never happen again…ever.” He nearly whispers the last word before he stands from his position in front of you, rushing off to get your meltdown kit equipped with sensory aids of all types along with a pair of noise canceling headphones and a pair of tinted glasses in case the light is too much for you to take in. 
You keep your eyes closed as you wait for him to return, the pitter patter of his feet across the hardwood is louder than usual as he makes his way back over to you. He leaves you with the kit before rushing to start your shower and pick out your clothes. You always tell him that after you have a meltdown you just want to be left alone, you need space to come down completely. He watches from afar as you put on the headphones and open your favorite calming candle to smell. He makes sure to stay just far enough for you to have your space but close enough to be there if you need him. Once you go to the bathroom for your shower he sits outside of the door, listening for any signs of a follow up meltdown. He takes a deep breath and before he can stop it a tear falls, trailing down his cheek and leaving a path for the rest to follow. He squeezes his eyes shut as it all replays in his head. He yelled at you, he caused your meltdown, you could’ve passed out or ended up more hurt than you already are. God forbid you had a shutdown, he’d never be able to live with himself if he caused that but he could honestly barely stand himself now. He took out his phone, typing a text to Minho, hoping for someone to help calm him down before he sees you again. He’ll only allow himself to fall apart behind the scenes, he doesn’t want to add to your distress any more than he already has. A couple seconds go by after he’s sent the text before his phone is vibrating in his hands. He swipes the green button and brings his phone up to his ear. He takes in a shaky breath before he lets the words leave his lips.
“I fucked up…”
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f3lix00 · 9 months
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Bf!straykids reaction to reader simping over their hands | nsfw
Masterlist
Hyung line | Maknae line
Bang Chan (방찬)
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Changbin (창빈)
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jae-bummer · 11 months
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Fake Boyfriends & Melted Ice Cream
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Request: I’m super excited that you have requests open! 🥰 May I have either Yoongi or Bang Chan pretending to be your boyfriend to help you out of a tight spot, and if a second prompt is allowed, include the quote about needing to stop meeting like that. If only one, then just the pretending to be your boyfriend. Please, thank you, and wishing you all the best life has to offer! 😽
Prompt:
7) "We really need to stop meeting like this."
13) Your bias pretends to be your partner to get you out of a sticky situation.
Pairing: Stray Kids Bang Chan x Reader
Genre: Fluff
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If there was a tenth circle of Hell, it would be the grocery store.
Your shoulders were bunched up nearly to your ears as you navigated your cart down one of the endless aisles in search of laundry detergent. Things were too expensive and there were entirely too many people clogging up the areas where you needed to be. Suddenly your clothes were too tight and the sounds were much too loud. This whole experience was a sensory disaster.
Finally eying your usual brand, you reached up on your tiptoes to grab it. Struggling for a moment, you heaved a sigh before giving a helpless little jump.
"Need some help?" an oddly familiar voice asked.
Turning around, you narrowed your eyes at the man dressed completely in black. He kept his hat pulled low over his face, causing you to pause for a moment and wrack your brain over where you had heard him before.
"Ah!" you gasped, the familiarity clicking. "Chris, how are you?"
He smirked before pushing his hat up a bit. "Good, good, just here grabbing ice cream for the kids."
You chuckled to yourself. If anyone else had been eavesdropping, they would have thought he meant his actual children, but you knew better. You had met Chan nearly a year ago when you had moved to Korea. Doing a few English tutoring stints with his company, you had bumped into him a dozen times. Of course he had never really needed your help with the language, but he was always one for kindness and small talk.
"Such a noble father," you grinned. Looking back up to your original task, you turned back toward him, and furrowed your brows. "No offense or anything, but-"
"Y/N," he said simply, placing his hand in a stop motion between you. "I may not be tall, but I am tall enough."
Smothering a giggle, you nodded as the man walked forward and concentrated on the laundry detergent in question. Looking around to make sure there were no store attendants to chastise him, he hopped up on the lowest shelf and leveraged the extra height. Reaching as far as he could, he finally snagged the container you needed and hopped down.
"Thank you," you hummed, plopping it into your shopping basket.
"No worries," he smiled easily. "We really need to stop meeting like this, yeah? We should go to a proper lunch some time."
"Oh," you squeaked, a bit dazed. In all of the one-off conversations you had with Chan, you never thought he would want to go anywhere beyond that. "Yeah, sure. That would be great."
"Cool," he said with a nod. "We'll sort that out then. I'll let you get back to it."
"Thanks again," you nodded, your brain in a bit of a fog. Bang Chan really just asked you for a lunch date. No, not a date, your brain halted. He asked you as a colleague to go to lunch with him in a totally platonic way because he apparently enjoyed your presence.
"That's still a pretty big win," you muttered to yourself, trying not to dive head first into delusions. Chan was objectively one of the most handsome people you had ever encountered. Disregarding the whole idol part, even without the makeup and hair, he was adorable. More importantly though, his personality was gold star. You had never met someone more open and caring to those he hardly even knew.
Enjoying the momentary high that came along with a positive interaction, you swerved toward the next aisle only to crash into someone doing the same.
"Hey!" a woman gasped, taking a step back. Shaking your head a bit, you did the same.
"I am so sorry, I wasn't paying atten-" you began, but finally made eye contact with the collision. Maybe it wasn't too late to commit a hit and run...
"Y/N," she purred, her voice turning sickeningly sweet. "It's been so long!"
"It has," you cringed, looking the girl up and down. Lynn had been one of your best friends when you had first moved to Korea ("had" being the key word in that sentence.) Just as you thought the two of you couldn't have grown any closer, she had decided it would be an appropriate time to start dating your boyfriend.
In and of itself, it was something that wasn't a huge deal. Or at least it wouldn't have been if she had waited for you to actually break up with him first. Nothing like a gut punch to your heart by two people you thought you had trusted to really make you feel alive.
"How have you been?" she asked. You took a deep breath before responding. You could humor her, it wouldn't kill you.
"I've been great," you hummed. "What about you?"
"Oh, amazing," she grinned disingenuously. You nodded, counting down the seconds until you could gracefully step away from the conversation.
"Oh, good," you said, trying not to to frown. "It was great seeing-"
"We just got engaged!" she gasped, throwing her hand in the air. "Isn't that great?"
"Of course you did," you grimaced. "That was quick. Congratulations, really."
"Jae's around here somewhere. I'm sure he would love to see you!" she smiled, glancing over her shoulder. The dread quickly began to pool in your stomach. You simply could not do this.
"Baby!" Lynn gasped, signaling over to a tall frame you were much too acquainted with. "Baby, Y/N is here!"
Snapping his head around immediately, his eyes locked on yours. Now would be a great time for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
As he came closer, you could have sworn the temperature had changed.
"Y/N," Jae smiled. "How are you?"
"She's good!" Lynn said, wrapping nearly her whole body around his. It was very anaconda-esque and weirdly impressive. "I just told her we got engaged!"
Jae looked pained as he glanced from his new fiance to you. As he searched your face for any sort of reaction, you could almost see an embarrassed expression peak through.
"Y/N!" Lynn said, snapping you back to the conversation. "We should get dinner and catch up, don't you think?"
"Oh," Jae said, shaking his head immediately. "I'm sure Y/N is very busy."
"You would make time, wouldn't you?" Lynn asked innocently. "It could be a double date! Unless you don't have someone.."
Bitch.
You took a deep breath and tried to fortify your patience. You could get through this.
"Actually, I-"
"Lovie," a voice sounded from around the corner. Without looking, you felt an arm snake around your waist and tuck you into it's side. Trying to tap down the panic, you glanced to Chan who had suddenly appeared. Ice cream in hand, he sat it gingerly in your basket. "I told you to stay close!
Let me take this, it must be heavy," he hummed, taking the basket and placing it in the hand that wasn't preoccupied with holding you.
Glancing up in mock surprise, he looked back and forth between Jae and Lynn. "Who's this?"
"Oh, uh..." you trailed, your brain trying to catch up with the situation. Was Chan really taking the time to bail you out? "This is Lynn, and her fiance, Jae."
You could see Jae swallow hard after your explanation. He deserved to feel uncomfortable. Plus, how would you ever introduce him as your ex boyfriend?
"Nice to meet you both!" Chan grinned.
"Y/N," Lynn said, the smile slipping from her face as she sized up your "boyfriend." "Who's this?"
"Oh, sorry," you said quickly. "This is Chan."
"Channie," Lynn said, keeping her tone cool as she swallowed him with her eyes. "Is it okay if I call you that?"
"I would prefer if you wouldn't," Chan said, towing the line between a smile and a cringe.
Lynn immediately fell into silence, causing Jae to perk up. "I didn't know Y/N had started seeing someone new. How'd you two meet?"
Of course he wouldn't. It's not like the two of you were actually talking.
"Work," Chris chimed. "Y/N teaches English at the company I work for."
"What company is that?" Jae asked, quirking a brow.
"I work in the music industry," Chan said patiently. "Producing and a few other things."
Understatement of the year.
"Y/N and I used to be close!" Lynn pouted. "We definitely need to meet up now!"
Chan looked at you knowingly before pulling you closer. You were basically melted into his side at this point. You couldn't lie to yourself though, the contact felt good, especially coming from him. Your head swam as you attempted to grapple with the situation while simultaneously trying to calm your speeding heart rate. He tended to have that effect on you on a normal day, let alone when you were pretending to be together.
"I dunno," Chan said finally. "Y/N would you feel comfortable with that?'
You glanced up at him through your lashes. Popping your mouth open to answer, you weren't exactly sure what to say.
Chan chuckled before pressing a kiss into your hair. A KISS. INTO YOUR HAIR. You tried to quiet the mental screaming so you could hear him speak.
"My Y/N is pretty overwhelmed with their schedule these days," he said quietly. "I'm not sure if they would be able to shift things around for us to all meet."
"You would make time!" Lynn insisted. "There's so much we need to hear about you two! This is a total surprise."
"Lynn," Jae said sternly. It was interesting to see him issue the brat a warning.
"What!" she gasped. "I'm just terribly surprised! You never seemed like one to go out with someone like him!"
She appraised Chan again with greedy eyes. Apparently she didn't think you could pull someone successful or good looking...but then...
Jae looked down at Lynn in dismay. "She went out with me."
You looked to Chan who was eating up the scene in front of him. He gave a squeeze to your hip and attempted to choke off his laughter.
"I know, baby," Lynn whined. "Don't get defensive. I just meant-"
"Well, our ice cream seems to be melting," Chan hummed as he looked forlornly at the basket. "We better get going. It was nice meeting you!"
"Y/N! I'll text you!" Lynn insisted.
"I really hope you already have her blocked," Chan whispered into your ear as he steered you away.
"Everywhere," you nodded. "Even the Facebook she uses to recruit people into her multi-level marketing scheme."
"She seems like the type," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder at the couple now behind you. You could still hear them quietly bickering. "I really hope you don't mind me stepping in. I was coming by again to ask you something and may have accidentally eavesdropped a bit."
"Accidentally?"
"Alright, full on eavesdropped because I have never heard someone so..."
"So?"
"Absolutely fucking foul."
"Chris!" you gasped, trying not to laugh too loudly. Even though the two of you had gone toward the front of the grocery, he still had his arm protectively around you.
"Seriously!" he said, his eyes wide. "They're miserable!"
"I don't mind you stepping in at all," you laughed, allowing this moment to wash over you. It was nice to know that someone actually cared enough to save you in a less than ideal situation. Let alone that person being Bang Chan.
And had you daydreamed too close to the sun or did he actually kiss your head at one point?
"Okay," Chan nodded. "I never want to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable, but at that point, I think I was the lesser of two evils."
You nodded as the two of you finally reached the register. "No, no evil at all. I very much appreciated it."
Chan smiled before pulling away from you. The sudden absence of contact immediately plunged you into reality. "What was your question by the way? That you were coming back to ask?"
"Oh," Chan hummed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wasn't sure if it was too forward...but...how do you feel about caramel swirl ice cream?"
"I mean, not negatively," you laughed.
"I've got two spoons," he said, tilting his head to the side. "One of them could be yours."
If it were physically possible to have a sentence stop your heart, that one would be it.
"Sure," you nodded, not actually sure at all if you had even heard him correctly. "That sounds like fun."
"Great," Chan grinned. "Maybe if you ask nicely we can see where it tastes better, from the carton or my lips?"
Your eyes grew wide as you openly gaped at him. "What?"
"Kidding!" he laughed, throwing his hands into the air. "Unless you aren't in which case I'm totally serious."
You opened your mouth and immediately closed it. Giving the barest nod, you could see the tension relax from his shoulders.
"Good, good," he nodded, focusing more intently on getting his items on the conveyor belt. You could see the tips of his ears blazing bright red. "If I'm going to be your fake boyfriend, I just need some experience, that's all."
You continued to stare at him, only croaking out a laugh after a moment of silence.
"Good talk," he grinned sheepishly. "Remind me to bring it up again later."
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st4rwon · 1 year
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silent cry
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bang chan x reader
in which you have been suffering in silence and one day chan finds out
contains: reader overworking themselves, stressed out reader, hurt/comfort, swearing (like once), uses of pet names (baby, babe, darling)
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everything was going wrong. papers were scattered all around your desk, the glowing of your laptop being the only thing lighting up the room, the ramen bowl sitting on the side of your desk, even though you have finished it hours ago. it was a mess, you felt like a mess. it has been like this for nights on end.
you heard someone start to unlock the door and quickly closed your laptop and ran you your shared bedroom. as you pushed yourself under the covers pretending to be asleep, you heard the footsteps coming closer and closer to the room. "they're asleep" chan said with a smile, he knew your overworking tendencies and was happy you were finally taking care of yourself. he pressed a kiss to your forehead and set his stuff down, then grabbing a change of clothes to put on after his shower. after he left the room tears streamed down your face, the guilt over taking your body. you didn't know what was worse you hiding the fact that you were stressing yourself out or the disappointment chan would have when he found out. it was only a couple more weeks of this tedious cycle before you could take a break from work. as much as you wanted to be open with chan and let him know all your worries, you knew that he would feel terrible about the state you put yourself in, you would never want to hurt the man you love most. so you suffered in silence.
you had started working the second chan had left the house, though he had left unusually late today. you started working again pushing yourself to your limit. today was the last day of this project, then you were done. though the amount of work you had left made you worry, how would you get this all done? was it even possible? you groaned in pain feeling the panting in your head, with you limited amount of sleep and countless hours staring at the documents your eyes couldn't stand the stain on them. before you know it tears fell against your face one again, but this time you were unable to stop. all the horrible pain you had was being let out of your body. you were crying so hard you didn’t even hear the door open and the steps that were taken to your work room.
“baby?” if the work you had piled up wasn’t enough to make you feel like shit, knowing that chan had now seen you in the state you had been trying to hide from him would. you quickly wiped the tears away from your face and pushed away the chocked sobs coming from you. “hey babe, you here early” you said trying not to cry even more. he walked closer to you, and engulfed you in his arms “please baby tell me what’s wrong” “chan i’m…o-okay. i swear” but your cracking voice had given it away. “you know i’m always here for you, you know you can talk to me.” “i know” “then why have you been hiding you pain from me” he said looking into your eyes “why are you trying to tell me your okay when you’re clearly not?” “i didn’t want you to worry, i’m sorry” you cried “don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault. but i can’t have you suffering alone, i’m here to listen you your worries, that’s what i’m here for. so please don’t hide your feeling away” you sobbed in his arms for a little longer, him eventually doing the same. knowing that you had been hiding this from him just because you didn’t want to bother him made chan feel horrible. “please don’t cry… i won’t do it again, i swear” you said brushing his tears away. you wrapped your arms around his body and gave him a kiss. “i love you channie, and i’m sorry i hid my feelings from you” “please darling, just don’t hurt yourself like this ever again” “i won’t”
the two of you stayed in each other’s arms for a bit before chan spoke up, “are you hungry? i got your favorite” “it must be cold now, i room so much of your time…” “anytime with you is time we’ll spent, and i’m happy we were able to talk things out.” he said with a smile “i’m so grateful to have you in my life, i love you chan” you said giving him a peck on his cheek, “i love you more babe” he said picking you up, “now let’s eat, i’m starving” you laughed in response. you felt like the luckiest person in the world knowing you had chan by your side.
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a/n: a little self-indulgent, but just wanted to make a fic based off this song ^^
please don’t spam like posts, repost, translate, or use my work without my permission. all work is fictional and only used for entertainment purposes. © azurez 2023
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tyunphoria · 11 months
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could you do the “she’s busy” prank with skz like u did for txt
🌪️”she’s busy” prank with skz — hyung line
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INCLUDES: reader w she/her prns, swearing, crack
a/n: ill post maknae line soon, but this anon literally saved me from deserting this blog lmao
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bang chan
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jisunghannie · 5 days
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Under the Influence
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PAIRING: Bangchan x fem!reader
WARNINGS: Swearing, Use of the name jagi/jagiya, pet names, unprotected sex, mentions of drugging, mentions of needles/injections, virgin!reader, mentions of a beaten bloody body, soft!dom Chan, praise
SUMMARY: You had had a debt to pay back Hyunjin. Chan, taking an interest in you, decided to have fun. When he became a prey in a web he spun. Lets just say, being close to your client isn't such a good idea.
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A/N:
This is not proofread! You can get sneak peeks of that piece and other pieces of my works on @mr-hanjisung ! Also, apologies if there are grammar mistakes or anything, I hope you guys enjoy this piece!
Sorry for such the long wait! I'm really trying to get more content out but school is so stressful. Hopefully you guys enjoy this piece. The next part of the series won't take as long!!
Taglist: @annybah @softkisshyunjin @queenmea604 @hyunmikim @stayceebs97 @boi-bi-ahaha @lilinaskzz
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“Cut the crap y/n.” Seungmin said as you caressed your cheek. “I’m telling the fucking truth.” You spat out as Hyunjin sat in his chair. “Let's get one thing straight.” He said unrolling his legs, “You borrowed our money. You weren't able to pay it back in the required time. Not to mention, pissed off our leader pretty well.” He said, laughing. Just then right on cue, the rest of the mafia came in.
You noticed Changbin's messy hair, knowing well that he worked well with his sex appeal. Which is why you refused to work with him and why you worked with Hyunjin. You watched as Jisung ran his fingers through his hair, his sweat noticeable, his arms covered in scratch scars. You saw how Felix now held a syringe, full. You must've looked horrified because Jeongin laughed.
“How cute, you're actually scared?” Jeongin cooed as you looked at Lee Know as he whispered something in Chan's ear.
How did you even end up like this?
Chan smiled and then nodded his head. But at what? You wondered. Then you felt a pinch in your shoulder. You turned to see Felix injecting you with the very syringe you saw him with. “Don't worry, it's just a sedative.” He reassured you as he took out the needle. You wanted to argue back but your body immediately didn't want to cooperate with you. “It's effective immediately. Amazing isn't it?” He asked as Hyunjin nodded.
“Shall we leave her here?” Seungmin asked Chan as Chan nodded. “Let her stay here for a bit until she realizes her dire circumstances.” He said as they all hummed in response, leaving the room. Your mind was foggy and you were in a daze. But next thing you knew, you were passed out in the corner.
When you woke up, you didn't know how much time passed because there were no windows where you were at but your head hurt and you felt horrible. You rubbed your eyes trying to look around for anything to help you.
Your vision was blurred and your mind was still foggy from the drug but you saw someone and walked to them for help. You grabbed his shoulders and reached to his collar. “Help me please…” You pleaded as you heard a chuckle. “Keep your hands to yourself.” The voice said. You removed your hands and stood up. “Please help me, I’ll do anything. Anything, to get out.” You told the voice as the voice laughed. You were confused as you could finally notice some things about the silhouette.
The silhouette was definitely male. The voice and how his shoulders felt. The silhouette was vaguely familiar. Strangely, you feel like you’ve heard his voice somewhere.
“Goodness, you don’t know who I am?” He asked, pulling your wrist down, making you kneel before him, looking up at him as if you were worshiping a god. “Open your fucking eyes,” He said sternly. “Before you decide to touch me again.” He said, his accent extremely familiar. Then it hit you, “Chan..?” You asked as he chuckled, “Who else would come down here alone?” He said as your vision finally cleared up, realizing what kind of position you were in.
You were on your knees, looking up at him as he glared down at you as if he was someone of power looking down upon you.
Which he does hold power against you. You knew that.
You tried to look down, but when you did you saw how close your face was to his pants. You blushed and got up immediately. He smirked, “I didn’t know you were that desperate to get out y/n.” He retorted as you shook your head. “It’s not like that…” You said, backing up, until he got up and started to walk to you slowly.
Then your back hit the wall. He got closer and grabbed your wrists once again. It didn’t hurt, it was just very firm. Then, he pinned them over your head, causing you to turn away, scared of what would come next. You were barely 20, you didn’t want to give yourself up all over some debt. You then felt Chan’s breath up against your ear, your heart beating faster, unsure if it was because you were horrified or because you were feeling bashful.
He then kissed your cheek.
“Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything.” He whispered as he released you causing you to slide against the wall and fall to the floor. “At least, not yet.” He said, looking down at you once again. “But I will admit, you look lovely in a position looking up at me.” He told you as he chuckled and walked out.
Your heart raced with thoughts pulsing through your mind. You didn't know what to think when he walked out of the room.
You didn't know how much time passed but the next thing you knew Jisung came down and blindfolded you. You then felt him pull you up into another room. It felt like you guys were walking forever.
“Our boss has a proposal for you but it's up to you if you want to take it.” Jisung said as you exhaled slowly. You wondered what the proposal was as Jisung finally took off your blindfold. You were faced eyes-to-eyes with Chan.
You didn't know why but something about his appearance was different. He looked more soft and innocent. He wasn't cold and brooding. His hair was wavy, the wavy curls must've added the effect. But you had noticed that he had taken off his “edgy” glasses and jewelry. Which added more to the innocent look.
“What, you just gonna keep staring?” He asked as you shook your head and took a seat. “So Hyunjin still wants his money, and you want to be freed. So tell you what, either you can work with us and pay back Hyunjin the money, quit, and swear all this to the grave. Or we can kill you right here and now.” He stated simply as he gave you a smug smirk. “The choice is yours.”
You were tempted to choose the former option but if it became too much you might've wanted the latter option.
“Give me about another week.” You told him as he chuckled, standing up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Don't think you get that luxury… you don't get it, you'll have tonight and tomorrow. If you don't decide on it tomorrow. At noon…” He traced his hand on your nape. “You're dead…” He said simply, as chills ran down your spine. You didn't know what to do but you knew to just nod your head and shut up.
As you were taken back to the place you were at before meeting Chan you wondered if you could appeal to him differently.
Even if it meant swallowing your pride.
The next day you awoke sleeping on a bed?
“You're awake.” A familiar voice said, as you turned to look at who said it. It was Chan. “I have a different proposal for you.” He said, looking at the rainfall hitting the glass window. He was in a black robe, his wavy curls, wet and tight, his posture, stern yet relaxed, as he held his wine glass.
“You see,” He turned to face you, “I have to go to this mafia party. I have to bring my crew along with…” He looked repulsed for a minute and looked away, “My spouse.” He said as he walked closer to you. “The lady who was originally my pretend wife canceled on me because she didn't like the atmosphere and I told her simply to pay me back the prices that I spent on her as my “wife”. Yet she didn't.” He said, taking his seat, “What a shame to her.” He said as he shook his head.
“What are you trying to say?” You asked bluntly as he chuckled. “For your debt to be paid in full, you just have to pretend to be my wife. Of course, being a mobster's wife is dangerous but…” He then got up and stood in front of you, lifting your chin up to face him. “You’ll do perfectly.” He said as you pushed his hand away. “If you think I'll take this damn offer you got another thing coming Chan.” You said standing up as he gazed into your eyes. “Do you, really, wanna continue and go there y/n?” He asked, this time even closer to you.
If he were to get any closer, you would've been skin to skin with him. Touching his arms and possibly entangled with a kiss. And maybe even-
“That's what I thought.” He said cutting off your train of thought. “I'll see you tonight jagi.” He said, kissing your cheek. “Here's my card, go buy the perfect dress, make sure it has a slit.” He told you as you side-eyed him. “Why specifically a slit in the dress?” You asked. “For the sex appeal?” You retorted as he chuckled. “Full of jokes, are we now?” He smiled, “No, it's so if in any case we need to defend ourselves.” He said as he kissed your left hand, looking at it, “Go get a ring. Make sure the ring looks expensive.” He said as he released your hand and left. You fell back onto the couch, leaving your legs feeling like jelly.
You went with Jisung and Jeongin. Why them out of all people? Jisung and Jeongin looked innocent and sweet. Jisung was a great actor and could get a cheaper or even free deal for an item as Jeongin was great at passive-aggressive intimidation to scare people into getting things you wanted. Was it wrong to choose them for your benefit? A little, but you weren’t complaining. You saw the most perfect dress, and of course, another girl wanted the dress.
“Hey, I actually wanted to buy this dress.” You told her blatantly as she gave you an ugly look. “Look, I’m not in a good mood and I really don’t want to be tested today.” She said, snapping her fingers, bringing two men to her side, looking like bodyguards. “Do you even know who I am?” She asked you as you laughed, “Bitch.” You said, snapping your fingers as Jisung and Jeongin walked by you and stood by your side, staring her and her bodyguards down. “Do you know who I am?” You asked as she furrowed her brows, walking off. “You’ll regret this mobster.” She spat, walking away.
You exhaled deeply not believing what you just did, as Jisung and Jeongin looked at you and smiled. “That was certainly something. You sounded like a mobster's wife or daughter for sure.” Jisung said, “Maybe even a mobster itself.” Jeongin said as you shook your head. “Anyway, let's just buy this dress and go look at rings.” You told them as they nodded, following you along.
When you went back, Chan left you with a note on his desk saying,
‘Be back later lover, I have a hair and makeup crew coming within 5 minutes. - Chan 3:30 pm’
You checked the time and it was 3:34 pm, and as if on cue, the minute it hit 3:35 pm a crew walked in and set up everything. Sitting you down and getting to work before 3:40.
Chan returned at 5 pm getting his outfits tailored, his makeup and hair done, and once he was done he went to find you.
He opened the door, to see you in the most tight-fitted, black dress. Of course, it had a slit, as Chan requested. You had black, silk gloves that reached your elbows, a beautiful ring that sat on your left ring finger, over your glove. Your hair was pinned up in a bun, simple black heels to match alongside your black chiffon shawl. Your neck, adorned with the same gems that were on your ring.
You turned to him and walked over to him. “I didn't know that mafia wives needed so much weaponry on them.” You said as he laughed, pulling you in, “How many do you have on you?” He asked as you shook your head. “Too many… one in my hair, I have one attached to a garter on my thigh, a gun concealed under my skirt-” He then covered your mouth. “I get it. Just stop talking and let's go lover.” He said, and oh my god, the way it rolled off his tongue.
You guys then went into probably the most expensive car you've ever seen in person. Before you could reach to open the car door, Chan held your hand and opened the door for you. “A lady should never have to open a door.” He said, kissing your hand, leading you in the car. “Thank you.” You said pulling your hand away, trying not to get attached, as this was nothing more than a job.
The next few minutes were awkward as you guys sat in silence. Chan then broke the silence by saying, “Alright, does everyone know what they are doing in this mission?” He asked as you shook your head, “I'm sorry? Everyone? Mission? Surely I'm not a part of it.” You laughed out, hoping that he was talking to everyone but you. He then chuckled, “Oh my dear, you have the most important job.” He said as he wrapped his arm around your neck. “You have to go and court the heir who's running this party.” He told you as you shook your head. “I can't.” You said as Jisung spoke up, “You got what it takes. I've seen it.” Minho then chuckled, “Yeah, you have all of us too.” Jeongin then smiled at you, “Agreed.”
Felix then handed you a box full of filled syringes. “This is the same drug I used to drug you with the first time we met. If you use this after you court him, we should be able to collect him for ransom.” Felix said as you nodded still not believing that you are really going to do this.
Once you guys had arrived Chan placed a hand on your back. “He's the one so make sure you get him.” He told you as the clenched your fists tight. “Understood.” You whispered as he chuckled.
Throughout the party, he was flocking from woman to woman.
‘God, what a womanizer.’
You thought as Chan talked to you through the tiny earpiece you had on. “Hey jagi, you need to get a move on him quickly.” He told you. “I'm going in now.” You replied as he watched.
“Hey.” You said plainly as he eyed you up and down. “Ladies, can you give us some space?” He asked, more demanding as they left. “Hey there beautiful.” He said as you giggled. “Care for a drink?” You asked as he nodded. He snapped his fingers and brought over two glasses and poured wine into them. “Don't you think the stars look lovely from the view?” He asked as you turned to look at them. “Yes, indeed.” You replied and he held your hand and kissed it gently, “Not as lovely as you though.” He said as you smirked. “Glad to hear.” You said amused as he held up his glass. “Cheers to you lovely lady.” He said as you lifted your glass, making eye contact with him, “Cheers to me, the lovely lady.” You said as your glasses clinked and you guys drank the drinks.
You then heard Chan's voice through your ear piece, “Don't drink it!” But it was too late. You already did. You looked at him and mouthed, ‘I know what I'm doing.’ However 5 minutes later you were light-headed and the last thing you knew was the heir you were courting was picking you up and walking off.
When you awoke, the heir was beaten to a bloody pulp and taken out. As Chan looked at you.
“My goodness jagi…” He purred, looking you up and down. “At least he knows how to dress you.” He said as you realized that you were now in fully black, laced lingerie. Your face immediately flushed as you looked at Chan, licking his lips. “Unless you wore it underneath?” He retorted as you shook your head. “I have to admit…” He said twirling your now let loose hair, “You look… absolutely… breathtaking…” He said getting closer and closer to your ear. You tried to move but soon realized that you were under restraints.
“Why don't I get a reward for how hard I worked? That is, if you would let me..?” He asked as you looked at him. “You think I would?” You asked him angrily wondering why he would even ask that. “Yes, because after all.” He then got closer to your ear. “I know deep down somewhere, you secretly want me to.” He told you as you blushed.
“So? Is that a yes jagi?” He asked as you gritted your teeth. “How much longer are you going to keep denying me..?” He whispered once again. God, his voice sounded so sweet but you knew that he didn't have innocent intentions. Still, and shockingly, you nodded subtly as he chuckled.
“Adorable…” He said, kissing your cheek. “I'm gonna go ahead and continue, if you feel bad, in pain or under pressure just tell me.” He told you as you shook your head, “Do you know how dangerous it is?” You asked him as he shrugged unbuttoning his tight-fitted button up shirt. “And? I’m a mobster, don’t forget that. My life’s sole purpose is danger.” You bit your lip and you closed your eyes. You heard him chuckle.
“Can't handle seeing a bit of eye-candy?” He teased as you shook your head. You then felt your chin get tugged forward as you opened your eyes, seeing his bare chest in front of you. “My eyes are up here.” He said lifting your chin higher to look at him. You gulped, taking in how truly dominating he was.
His lips curved into a smirk as they kissed down your body, kissing your stomach.
You whined a hum as Chan smirked against your skin. “That sounded very inviting…” He teased kissing to your left inner thigh, licking and kissing it gently as he massaged small circles to your right side. You blushed and tried to bite on your lower lip to muffle your moans, as your wrists were cuffed in your restraints still.
“Channie… release me out of these restraints..!” You whisper-yelled as he licked his lips, looking back up at you. “Oh?” He hummed as he moved your panties, causing you to squirm feeling the light breeze. He smirked at the sight, “You're so wet jagi…” He said as he looked back at you. “What did you need again?” He asked as you sighed and the minute you opened your mouth, you had squealed, your eyes widening, feeling Chan's fingers inside, stretching you out.
This time, you bit your lip once again as he smirked, making the pace of his fingers faster. “Jagiya… tell me what you wanted…” He said as he began to move them faster. You had thought you lost your mind. It was full of lust and you wanted more. You couldn't even think right. “You have 5 seconds.” He told you as you threw your head back, feeling a knot in your stomach.
“5…” You felt yourself get tighter around him as he continued to increase his pace. “4…” You slowly felt the knot untying inside. “3…” Now you didn't know if your body obeyed you anymore, you began to moan for more. “2…” You could see Chan's smirk once he said 2. “And 1…” You were close, so fucking close. Until he pulled out his fingers. Feeling your euphoric pleasure go away you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Remove these restraints.” You demanded as he licked his fingers, the same fingers he was just pumping inside you with. “Since when do you give orders?” He asked as you huffed, now sensitive and not caring much about your dignity now. He's seen your most sensitive and hidden area. What's more to hide now?
“Please… that feeling… that euphoria… I need it… I want it… please… I'll be good I promise…” You begged as he hummed in response. “Look who learned to be a good girl…” He said as he removed the restraints on you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he chuckled softly, picking you up.
“I don't think this heir keeps condoms-”
“Just do it raw.”
Chan looked at you and furrowed his brows. “Do it like what now?” He asked in confusion as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Just do it raw.” You said again as he sighed, “Do you know how dangerous-”
“What happened to ‘I’m a mobster, don’t forget that. My life’s sole purpose is danger’ hmm?” You told him as he held you speechless and then chuckled.
“Don't say I didn't warn you.” He said as you rolled your eyes.
He placed you on the bed as he unbuttoned his trousers. His shirt was already off, and now that you were looking at him. He was very attractive. Like dangerously attractive. He then cleared his throat and you looked at his face. “Shall we continue?” He asked as you could see a small spot that was wet, probably from action you guys had earlier.
You chuckled and nodded. He then grabbed you a few pillows and set you up properly as he took off his underwear, letting you notice how hard he was.
“Remember, if you feel bad, in pain or under pressure just tell me.” You nodded as you prepared yourself to take him in.
Then, you felt him inside, once you did, you grabbed onto his shoulders. He hummed as he heard you squirm under him. “I'll give you a moment, then I'll move.” He said as you nodded.
After what seemed like forever, Chan began to move, increasing his pace with each thrust. You held onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it. He chuckled as you felt his hot breath against your ear.
“Better than my fingers isn't it?” He asked, sounding more like a statement but nonetheless you quietly moaned and whined.
“Nobody will hear us, just… let yourself go…” He told you as you shook your head no. He scoffed as he increased his speed, putting his index and middle finger near your mouth. “Open and suck.” He demanded as you complied.
You could feel him hitting every single spot. He enjoyed every minute of it. You could feel him smile against your shoulder as he kissed the back of your neck gently. It sent chills down your spine as you arched your back. You heard him groan as if he was caught off guard.
“I’m close… really fucking close…” He groaned out as you were now drooling, saliva coming out of your mouth and onto his fingers. “Did I fuck you dumb..?” He asked now out of breath as he felt you clench around him. He knew you came. He could feel your insides hug him close as if wanting him to release inside as he took a deep breath in.
“I can’t… I need to cum outside so we don’t risk it.” He told you as you nodded. He removed his fingers from your mouth and slowly pulled out, jacking off and cumming on your stomach. “You are so cute when you are being so demanding.” He chuckled as he relished the sight of you painted in his cum.
He then kissed you and hugged you close. “What if you were to actually become my spouse? That'll be your payment to Hyunjin.” He said, joking about that being your payment and not joking that you two should get married. But you were already fast asleep.
He looked at you sleeping and chuckled. “Hopefully you accept my proposal.” He said as he held your hand and held you close, relaxing and enjoying the moment before you woke up and slapped him.
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toothfa-1-ry · 2 years
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"go and get a life" -Bang Chan
Angst (sorta)
Y/n is sick and tired of Bang Chan acting this way. Get a life? Fine.
A/n
Y'all I'm just bored asf and all so here's sumn for you. Hope you enjoy reading and make sure to write sumn if you did :D
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"Y/n stop disturbing Felix. Can't you see we're working right now?" Bang Chan said, glaring at you over his laptop.
You mumble a soft sorry and frowned at Felix "I'll tell you the story another time"
"but Hyung- she's not disturbing..none of us are working other then you-" Felix began looking at Bang Chan
Chan rolled his eyes and made a 'tch' sound as he continued typing away.
You stayed silent knowing that the past few days have been rough on him. He wasn't sleeping or eating well and he was always on his laptop. It wasn't anything new though but that didn't mean that you were used to him acting like a child sometimes.
Everytime he snaps at you, you just ignore it even though it hurts. After all he doesn't mean it he's just tired.
That's what you said to yourself everytime. He's just tired and you should try to understand him. But then what about you? Aren't YOU tired of him acting this way? Aren't you tired of always understanding him but being treated like shit?
"your so fucking annoying can't you just go away and leave us alone sometimes?" Bangchan muttered under his breath his eyes still stuck to the laptop screen.
Just as those words escaped his mouth the entire room became silent. Hyunjin gasped and Jeongin and Jisung quickly looked at each other, their eyes wide open shocked that their leader would say something like that to his girlfriend
"Hyung..you shouldn't say that. We like y/n's company" Felix began giving you a quick glance.
"yea- it's fine-" Hyunjin too said looking at your direction worried. " Y/n don't mind him he's just tired and-"
" yea that's right y/n I'm just tired of you acting like a baby all the damn time. Jesus Christ can't you get a life instead of trying to get into mine?" Bang Chan said shutting his laptop shut and looking staight at you. He closed his eyes and massaged his temple "your giving me a head ache"
This time everyone stayed shut. The last time they saw their leader this annoyed was never..it was the first time you ever saw him like this too.
You opened your mouth to say something, anything. "Chan that's not really nice-"
You were hurt, ofcourse you were but the longer you looked at him the more upset you got
He just stayed there not saying anything still massaging his temples with his fingers.
He clicked his tongue. "Get a life y/n, one that doesn't involve me and my members"
That's it
That was the last straw for you.
You were always there by his side when he acted this way. Understanding him, helping him, trying to ignore all the things he says but you were also human.
"fine" you stood up and grabbed your jacket "if YOU don't want me to be involved in YOUR life then I'll get out of it" you slammed the door shut and marched away. Tears brimming in your eyes as you walked away. As you walked away, you could hear Felix and the other members trying to reason with Bang Chan.
You furiously rubbed your eyes but it seemed like that just made you cry some more. You heard some footsteps behind you.
Half of you had expected Chan to rush out, realise his mistakes and beg for forgiveness. Maybe you would have forgived him but it wasn't Chan, it was Hyunjin
"Y/n..don't take to heart what hyung said..you know how cranky he gets when he's overworked. I'm so sorry for what he said- d..don't believe him though we really like your company" he said giving you a sad smile as he continued to try to explain the actions of his leader but this seemed to make you more angry.
"why are you apologising for him?" You cut Hyunjin short of his explanation. He looked at you, eyes wide open
"y/n he's really sorry dont feel bad-"
"Hyunjin" you cut him short again. "tell him to go and get a fucking life. One that doesn't involve me"
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audio creak file.mp3 [1:07]
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PAIRING! pervy?Chan x roomate!reader
SUMMARY: Chan struggles to make music, and you, his friend and roommate, try to help him when you can. Say, Chan also struggles to keep his cool whenever you’re near… what will you do to help him feel better?
WC: 3.2k
CW: convenient minsung because I say so, angsty(?) (reader is just kinda dense and Minho screams the truth to her), smut: mentions of soft dom!chan, mentions of panty stealing, Chan’s a pervy simp (he’s just soooo down bad), and I just really got carried away writing on my notes thinking about when Channie smiles hearing the creaks in heyday...
A/N: basically, if being inocent was a crime, i’d be imprisioned for tax evasion, lmao. kinda perv!chan thoughts to soothe the iching that the mosquito bites give. have fun!
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He let out a frustrated groan, fingers digging into his curly locks in a sign of desperation. He had listened to every single audio sample Changbin had found. Twice. But no, nothing screamed “This is it” to his perfectionist self. And it was getting him fucking desperate.
He wasn’t wearing headphones because of the company he had been with not too long ago since Changbin and Han tried to help him —keyword: try—, and also knowing that you wouldn’t be home for a while meant that there was no one he could disturb, the sounds coming from his laptop not nearly loud enough to reach to the neighbours. He scrolled down the same folders again, wondering when you would be home in the back of his mind.
You and Chan had been roommates for a bunch of years now. You two had met at Han’s birthday party thanks to Minho, as he introduced you, one of the first people he had ever danced with and even won competitions with to the leader of the Korean boyband.
You clicked almost instantly, sharing anecdotes from each side of the industry. He, a famous idol, and you, a backup dancer for many groups in different companies.
It was unknown to both of you that Han and his cat-like soulmate had tried to matchmake you that day, as you just stayed like close friends. Minho laughed at Jisung as they both returned from your shared apartment the day you moved in, like two years after. Now that you’d split the rent, considering neither of you spent that much time home to pay a large amount, you paired up.
“At least they like each other, silly,” he mentioned, his tone of voice sounding soft, a smug smile on his face. He was so winning the bet.
“Nooo!” Han whined, much like a toddler would when toys were taken away. “Those two are meant to be, Hyung. They are literally each other’s type!”
“Well, I don’t think they’ve noticed,” he chuckled, thinking about what he would buy with the ten bucks Han would owe him. And Minho would’ve been right.
But then, the sex dreams started.
“Chan, I’m back!”
He blushed, quickly shoving those thoughts into a bottomless pit in his mind.
“How you doin’?” You grinned, your head popping inside his room, leaving your bag on your own, next to his, before coming back and leaning on the door frame.
Your wet hair made the top of your summer dress fabric somewhat sheer, his eyes trailing your figure before clearing his throat.
“I’m stuck,” he admitted, dimples on display as he smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been looking for a sample I thought existed, but maybe I just made it up in my head.”
“That does sound like shit,” you mentioned, leaning down just enough to rest your forearms on the back of his chair. He felt tiny droplets falling from your hair onto his shoulders and back, making goosebumps trail all over his body.
“But how… how was the… the swimming pool?” He quivered, trying to hide the flustered quiver in his voice. And failing, hoping you wouldn’t notice.
“It was good! It felt sooo nice.” You stretched, whining as you extended your arms, making a mess in Chan’s head, who struggled to hide it. “I’ll go get changed, and then I can help you. Sounds ok?”
“Yeah.” He leaned into your touch when you ruffled his hair, leaving his room.
He sighed as he rested on the back of the chair, arms thrown over his eyes, and swallowed dry. He felt like such a perv, his insides churning and turning whenever you were near, making him feel like a horny teenager.
It all started one night when he woke up in a sweat, hard-on nearly hurting underneath his boxers. Pictures of you still reeling in his mind, legs wide open for him, eyes pleading, begging for release.
Then, two nights after, dreaming about your body pressed on top of him as you straddled him, clenching on him, fighting for dominance in a sloppy kiss.
Later that week, you in that cute summer dress you bought with him, letting him fuck you and manhandle you in his car, the apartment too far, and your bodies too horny that the drive home felt impossible.
Seeing you every day with those thoughts in mind was difficult, sometimes having to escape your sight so you wouldn’t see him getting hard just by you doing the slightest things that weirdly turned him on.
“The one you dream about is back,” you teased, now wearing an oversized shirt and a towel over your shoulders. He gulped as he looked at you, not only for what you had said unknowingly but also because of your shirt, long enough to cover your thighs, giving the illusion that you were almost naked. In his room. Sitting crisscrossed. On his bed.
He felt blood on his cheeks and some running down, headed south. He giggled halfheartedly, the sentence ‘don’t get hard’ echoing in his head.
After playing the samples again, tricking himself into thinking he might have skipped one just so he would keep searching, he started getting frustrated again. But nuh-uh. Nothing.
“Ok, this is trash,” you blurted out.
With a smile on your face, before he could even ask you what was wrong, you grabbed his chair from behind, pushing him far from the computer, saving the files and then closed it with a slap.
“Break time, Mr Producer. We both need a coffee.” He snickered, shaking his head sideways as you both went to the kitchen.
“Can’t say no to that, can I?”
You laughed. “No. Too late, anyways.”
He started getting the milk from the fridge, pouring it on the mugs you handed him, and settling them in the microwave, a small smile on his features accenting his dimples.
“Audio sample related, can’t you just make your own?” You asked Chan, not entirely curious, question directed to find a solution for his issue rather than learning that piece of info.
“I mean, yeah, sure, but it’s simpler this way,” he shrugged, eyes confused about where to look, not daring to stare at you for too long. “If not, I just have to keep recording random stuff, hoping to find something that sounds like what I want.”
“Isn’t that easier? Not like it’s something you can brag about, but there’s a ton of creaking shit in this place,” you pointed out thoughtfully. “Like… that!”
In the blink of an eye, you crossed your way until you were directly in front of Chan, and you turned around, leaning on the counter before you as you opened and closed the cabinet's door on the wall.
“See? It creaks,” you said from above your shoulder.
But just when you stood back on your feet, you realised how close you were to each other. And it hadn’t helped that when you leaned towards the cabinet, your shirt had followed along with your body, letting Chan see your lack of pyjama pants, instead being welcomed by some cute cotton panties. Ones he knew well because, uhm… he uh… may have used them for a wrong purpose.
Yeah, fuck, he had come on those.
You hadn’t realised how little space had been between him and the counter and attributed that to your head, not knowing that Chan had unconsciously moved towards you, like metal to a magnet. You wiggled on your place, your personal space suddenly far away from you, caged in Chan’s presence. He stopped your tiny motion by gripping your waist, letting out a gasp, blushing. He turned you around so you wouldn’t feel his hardening cock on your upper thighs.
When you both locked eyes on the contrary, the tense atmosphere shot up, turning even thicker when he rested his arms on the counter, at your sides, thumbs casually stroking short lines on your waist.
No words were said as you got lost in his brown eyes, deep chocolate-coloured orbs, not needing any kind of golden or honey stripes on them as they drew you in, gorgeous eyes so raven that it was hard to distinguish where the iris was. Then, your eyes trailed off at his mouth, your breath hitched, rose-coloured plush lips so enticing. He licked them, and you swore you heard him swallow dry.
You pressed your body on him, getting closer and closer, and suddenly, he let out a small whimper. The sound made you shiver, heat pooling in your lower belly. He blushed furiously, not daring to move from his place. You could feel it, feel him.
The sound of your phone chiming in your room made you both aware of the situation —and position— you were in. You got shy, quickly letting him have his personal space back, both of you missing the other’s warmth on your skin as you blurted out something that sounded like “gotta go walk my fish” as you run to your room, slamming the door close, frowning as soon as you were alone.
“Fuck.” Both of you said at the same time, having the same thoughts.
“I fucked up.” Chan stared at the hot mugs on the counter, both waiting for someone who had run away.
[☆☆★☆☆]
“He’s just scared, girl,” Han said through the phone after letting you ramble and blurt about what had happened barely twenty minutes ago. “I promise, if you make him feel safe, like he won’t lose you, he’ll melt on your hands.”
"...I don't think so," you mumbled, picking on your nails.
"You called me because he got hard," he sighed, not bringing his statement to a conclusion just because it was so painfully obvious. "I know you're the only one who thinks otherwise."
You were about to reply with a snarky comment about how he should just 'stick simping about Minho' when you started to hear said man speaking to Jisung, and then with all the calm in the world, ignored him when he went straight to the phone.
"...Minho?"
"Leave my boyfriend alone and go fetch yours," he replied as you heard Han groan in the back. It was almost as if you could feel him deadpanning from the other side of the phone.
You frowned even if you had a smile on your features, not taking the comment completely seriously. "Ok, rude. What a meanie."
"Jokes aside." You heard him breathe in from the other side of the phone. Oh boy. "The interminable teasing and bickering between you and Chan were amusing at first, but it's getting very stale and surprise, fucker, you live together!" He paused, clicking his tongue. "So, why don't you two cut the bullshit and admit your sexual and non-sexual feelings for each other?"
"My what?!"
"This is getting old really quick, goddamnit." You could feel him getting worked up, not just because of his tone but because he kept ignoring Han, whose comments echoed at the back of the phone call.
But Minho was serious. He was not gonna get cockblocked for ten bucks. Not tonight.
"You're getting kinda off-base, buddy!"
"Oh, it's almost one o'clock, fucking spare me!" He grumbled, getting slightly angrier. "Yeah, I get it. It's Chan. He can be a dick sometimes because of his severe self-esteem issues and how he doesn't know how to communicate his feelings all that well. But I kinda think he reminds you about that other guy you dated in our dance team, who was an absolute son of a bitch, and we can agree that you deserve to be with someone who's not that complicated or whatever, but still, you can't get Chan out of your head, can you? Don't answer. We know it." He interrupted you, unable to speak as you were just getting bombarded with facts you didn't want to deal with.
"But you? I've known you for years, yet you're still being a dumbass. You're behaving like a baby who'd rather act tough than show her true feelings 'cause last time, you got hurt! Owie," he cooed, tone still angrily mocking. "And now you're just dancing around the other in this pathetic act you're tryna put up to hide your pent-up feelings, SO, AGAIN, for my sake, either deal with it and stop bitching my man about it, or get over with it already!"
"Minho, I-!" You turned silent as you heard a beeping sound coming from your phone.
He hung up.
You stared at the screen, eyes almost out of place, as you muted the device, letting it vibrate with the unread texts Jisung sent, apologising in every way he knew.
"A baby?" You muttered, the word almost sickening in your mouth. "I am not a baby!"
You laid back down on your bed, rolling on your sides, Minho's words echoing in your mind as you cursed under your breath. Almost unconsciously, you stood up, left your room and approached Chan's as if wanting to enter just to get his confirmation regarding his allegedly existing feelings for you.
He startled you when he closed his door, meeting you in the hallway, his eyes glued to yours as soon as he saw you.
"Oh. Hey." You mentioned awkwardly.
"Hey," he said, tensed-up shoulders visible due to the lack of sleeves on his shirt. "I just... uh..."
"I... wanted to say that, uh..."
"I am sorry if I... uh..."
"It's ok... I uh... don't... I mean... I know that you can't really uh... control... it?"
You could almost hear Minho's laugh in your mind.
"Right," he sighed. You smiled reassuringly, and he did the same in an uneasy stance.
"Right. I mean, for all I know, it could happen for whatever reason."
"I uh, kinda, I guess."
"But never mind. I uh... 'm glad we feel the same way."
You both smiled sheepishly and headed to your respective rooms.
Chan sighed, hurriedly getting back to bed, wishing to get weird ideas out of his mind, not bothering to check his computer again. He rolled in bed, hand anxiously travelling through his hair so frequently that it was starting to get greasy.
He frowned, passing his hands through his face, the scene in the kitchen crossing his mind again, his already weak excuse for not being so clearly attracted to you crumbling when he remembered the eagerness he thought he had seen in your eyes.
He stood up again and went to open the door just to go check, because what if he hadn't just made it up in his mind?
But then, he met you right in front of his room.
Before you could escape or come up with anything, he approached you and pecked your lips, feeling his heart skip ten beats when you pushed him away.
His eyes locked into yours, a sight of contentment leaving his lips as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back in, smiling in the kiss. It heated very quickly, a sloppy kiss with all tongues and teeth, both fighting for dominance. You went to get the edge of his shirt, but instead, he gave you a light smack on your thighs, and you jumped, legs crossing around his waist, arms around his neck as he guided both of you into his room, closing the door with a kick.
The two of you breathed heavily, the air thick with anticipation and lust. He pinned you up against the closed door and kissed hard, feeling the heat rising as your bodies tightened against one another. Your tongues met, mingling in an intense way that drove you wild. You let out soft sounds of pleasure, suddenly changing sides, pulling him away just enough so you could have access to his neck, your teeth trailing from his jaw, trying to find a sensitive spot.
He whined, barely moving away, trying to calm himself down, the sudden blow of emotions too intense for him. He then panted, and you quickly went back to that spot you had found, nibbling on it. "What are we- fuck- what are we doing?"
You set a finger on his lips, your face going back to his. "Shhh. Let's just... enjoy it," you whispered, leaving a small chaste kiss at the corner of his lips, tempting him. You then flinched, moving away "Unless you don't want..."
He let out a groan, deep and enticing, hungrily going back to your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, your lips pressing firmly against his.
"No... I want you."
"And I want you too, Chris." You admitted, doe eyes trailing down to his lips, licking your own. "Now."
[☆☆★☆☆]
Your schedule had gotten filled up to the brim, chances of meeting Chan reserved for the ungodly hours of the night, which were used to get some well deserved sleep. Rehearsing over and over left your body exhausted, your mind clouded in the remaining work you had left, only the most sinful parts of it replaying the encounter that had happened barely three nights ago.
It was obvious that he was awake, the light in his room shining from underneath the door, knowning that he’d probably be working on his samples.
And he had tried, looking for one of the files he had recorded that delicious night. But something felt wrong. He frowned, looking at how long the audio was.
He played it before using it, at first just hearing random noises he was recording. Then he heard himself groaning, the sound of the bed sheets moving with his body, and then, after some loud steps, the door creaked open.
And those voices were you and him, that was no doubt. He blushed, the sound of the door slamming close getting his mind back to three nights ago.
“Ah, fuck, Chan!” You moaned through his headphones.
The bed creaked under both of you in rythmic beats, matching each thrust, your moans decorating the purple-lit room.
As both an idol and a producer, Chan had listened to many voices and samples for a long time, ears used to the constant stimulation, but the sound of your needy whines as he slowed down in hopes of not coming too soon made the task even more difficult.
“Don’t- ugh, fuck-,” he whined, hearing the heavy breathing through the recording. “Let me hear you, baby, please.”
Chan tried to pause the recording, a flustered mess, but instead accidentally unplugged his headphones, the sound of creaks and moans filling his room once again.
He paused it, mortified. Where you home? Fuck, he didn’t want you to think he was recording you in secret.
He turned around slowly when the door creaked open.
“What's going on here?” You walked in with an oversized top on, the cut of the sleeves made so that your body could be seen through the sides of the tank top.
“I-i uh…”
“Don’t have too much fun without me.”
“Chan? Are you listening?” Changbin questioned, frowning.
“Uh?”
He remembered that he wasn’t inside his room, like the night before, your thighs straddling his, but in the studio, showing his friends the audio he had put together. He couldn’t help but smile and get lost in his thoughts when certain creaks came out.
“We like it,” Han repeated. “We can get to writting lyrics soon enough.”
Chan’s phone chimed next to him, his eyes trailing it with no thoughts to it.
Let’s have fun again tonight.
He bit his lip, turning his phone off.
“I’ll call it Heyday,” he mentioned to his friends, renaming the new audio file.
He’d keep the other one a secret.
[☆☆★☆☆]
[hard hours]
~Kats, who came up with this idea on the beach and has had it stuck in her head since day one.
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Paralyzed
Incubus!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader
🦇 Genre: Smut, The Horror & thriller type.
🦇 Warnings: Knife Play, Mentions of Fear, Descriptions of nightmares.
🦇 A/N: Chan's laugh in the Rock star trailer was my reference for the laughing here. The way he sounded in that trailer overall heavily inspired this. + I've never written anything like this before 😭I wanted to do something cool for Halloween, so I hope that you enjoy!
☠️Masterlist☠️
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"How are you holding up without me?" You held the phone to your ear as you made your way from the kitchen with a glass of water in hand. 
"I love it, it's so quiet." You smile as your boyfriend scoffs on the other line. Ever since the two of you moved in together you and Jisung had been attached at the hip. The only reason that he's not home right now is because he's in the states with his company for a team building retreat. 
"Oh yeah? So you're telling me that you enjoy sleeping alone?" You freeze for a second as you reach the door frame of your shared bedroom. The truth is that sleep hasn't been coming to you as easily as it was when Jisung was home. You've been experiencing sleep paralysis since the night that he left and it's made your nights more than unpleasant. 
"Well I actually do miss you in that department." You can hear the smile in his voice as he tells you how much he misses you too. 
He changes the subject shortly after, explaining his schedule for the day but you’re not really listening. You stare at your bedroom doorway from your spot on the bed, the familiar feeling of anxiety creeping up your spine. Your nights have been the same for the past four days. You wake up lying on your side, unable to move your body, a loud cracking sound fills the room as if the space around you is crumbling and your heartbeat is replaced by the fast ticking of a clock. Your eyes are fixed on the doorframe as you lie there helplessly and that’s when you see him. He stands in your doorway, staring at you with a blank expression. Actually, he has no expression, he has no face. You hear the echo of maniacal laughter before he takes a step towards you and that’s when you wake up. He never makes it over to you but it’s been absolute torture every night that it’s happened.
“Baby?” You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Jisung calling you to tell you that he has to get to a meeting . 
You reluctantly say your goodbyes and then you’re left alone for the night. You decide to turn on your LED lights and put on some music so that the space doesn’t feel too eerie. You scroll through your phone, trying your best to distract yourself from the dread building in your chest. Maybe if you stay up all night you’ll be okay. Jisung comes back in a day, you can sacrifice sleep until then right? You stay up for two more hours before fatigue hits you hard, you try to fight through it but you barely make it another twenty minutes with your eyes open. 
You dim your lights and put on some softer music, maybe if you set the mood and make yourself feel good you won't have such a horrible night. You settle into bed, grabbing your vibrator from the drawer in your nightstand and closing your eyes. You might as well make yourself feel good in every way you possibly can. 
You turn on the toy and start to tease yourself, trailing it from your collar bones and down to your nipples. They pebble at the sensation, a deep sigh leaves your parted lips as you think about all of the ways that you want Jisung to touch you when he gets back. You run the toy over the sensitive skin of your stomach and hips, moaning a bit as you feel arousal pool at your core. Slowly, you run the toy over your clothed slit, barely applying any pressure. Your back arches off of the bed as you beg yourself for more, you repeat the action, applying more pressure this time. A deep satisfied moan leaves your lips as you give in to your desires, you press the head of the toy to your clit and shiver at the pleasure that runs up your legs. You buck your hips into the toy as you chase your high, you can feel yourself clenching around nothing as a gush of arousal floods out of you. Your orgasm is getting closer and closer as the knot in your stomach tightens, you smile a bit as you finally feel relaxed. Your free hand toys with your hard nipple as your orgasm peaks through the pleasure but you're quickly pulled out of your bliss by the loud cracking of thunder echoing through your apartment. 
“Fucking hell.”  You jump at the sound, quickly sitting up in your bed and looking over towards your window. The rain starts falling faster, beating against the glass violently. You sigh in disappointment, deciding to give up and go to bed before anything else spoils your mood. 
You fall asleep easier than you have the previous nights, you decided to see if sleeping on your back could help prevent your night terror from happening. Maybe a change in position could lead to a change in experience, or at least you hope so. Your dream is simple tonight, your mind transports you to a place where evil doesn’t exist, where human ability has no bounds and you can do anything you think of. It’s perfect until you hear it, the magical laughter of the faceless demon haunting you. Suddenly the world around you goes dark, just a second ago you were flying freely, soaring through the sky to your heart's content but now similarly to your heart you’re dropping. You’re falling from a height that no human could possibly survive, your screams are muted by the pressure on your chest, you can feel it all. Why does it feel so real? Just as you’re about to hit the ground your eyes open and you jolt forward, you can feel your heart hammering in your chest as you try to catch your breath. 
A light chuckle falls from your lips as your dream replays in your head, at least you didn't have sleep paralysis, right? Right? You glance over towards the door frame and your pulse picks up all over again. He’s there, but this time he has a face and he’s staring. You hold your breath as he takes a step forward, you expect to wake up, you always wake up when he steps towards you but nothing has changed. He takes another step and you can feel your blood run cold in your veins. You close your eyes as you will yourself to wake up. 
“It’s just a dream, this isn’t real.” You chant to yourself hoping that you can bring yourself back to reality.
 Once you’ve said it a couple of times you open your eyes and reluctantly shift your gaze over to the door. You sigh in relief when your eyes don’t land on the figure haunting you. Suddenly a crack of thunder echoes through your room much louder than it did earlier, this time it’s deafening. You jump at the sound and suddenly you’re waking up again. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you breathe erratically, your LED lights are flashing red and the music that you put on before bed has gone off. You look over towards your nightstand for the remote to your lights but you can’t find it. As you turn to look on the other nightstand your heart drops. He’s standing at the end of your bed, a wicked smile pulling at his lips and a karambit knife in his hand. 
You freeze, staring at him with tears welling up in your eyes. You don’t know why but you can’t bring yourself to look away from him. He tilts his head as he holds your eye contact, he slowly brings his knife up and drags it across the end of your bed frame, the loud scratching sound of the metal rings through your ears and triggers your primal urge to run, you want to get as far away from him as possible but you can’t move.
Your eyes trail down to his hands, his finger tips are blackened like they’ve been grasping at coals. A tear falls from your eye when he wraps his hand around the end of your bed frame and pulls himself forward. He lifts himself over the frame, crawling towards you slowly like a spider on a careful hunt. He crawls over your body, his arms caging you to the mattress. You stay still, propped up on your elbows, unable to move, paralyzed. Tears trail down your cheeks and you try to hold your breath. 
You study his face, outside of this situation he wouldn’t look scary at all. He has full lips and shiny jet black hair. His eyes are a piercing gray color and his jawline is sharp and bold. Wait, are you seriously checking out the object of your nightmares right now?
He tilts his head to the other side like he’s inspecting you. You try to speak but you can’t bring yourself to open your mouth. Suddenly, the walls around you begin to crack, the sound of plaster crumbling in on itself fills your ears and your heartbeat is once again replaced by the sound of a clock ticking wildly. 
“Wake.” You can hear a voice, is it his voice? How could it be his if his lips didn’t move? 
The voice echoes through your head and suddenly you’re able to move, you open and close your hands to make sure that you’re no longer paralyzed but even with your new found freedom you can’t seem to look away from him. You open your mouth, preparing your quivering lips to speak to the entity over you. 
“Who are you?” You ask in a whisper and he leans in a bit closer, you lean back against your pillow in an attempt to distance yourself from the creature. 
“Who do you want me to be?” His voice echoes through your head and suddenly his features start to change. His face slowly begins to morph into Jisung’s and your breath catches in your throat. 
“Jagiya.” An eerie mock up of your boyfriend's voice echoes through your head in a teasing and sing songy tone. You shiver at the sound of it but just as the features settle they’re shifting again. This time they morph into your co-worker and close friend Minho. You bite your tongue as he leans in closer, only a couple of inches of still air keeping you apart. 
“Please stop.” You whisper, pleading with him to go back to his original form. 
“Such a pretty thing.” The words pan from ear to ear as if he were whispering to you. You can feel yourself involuntarily clench around nothing as you press your thighs together. What is happening?
His face morphs back to the one that you saw originally but his smile is gone. He looks more serious now, more focused. 
“What do you want?” Your voice is hoarse as you force your lips to move. You watch as he backs up from you, nearly sitting up completely before lunging forward and nearly closing the gap between the two of you. You yelp at the sudden movement squeezing your eyes shut and crying a bit harder.
“You.” His response echoes through your head in a loud growl and suddenly you feel weighed down to your bed. When you open your eyes he’s gone but you’re paralyzed once again. 
Your bedroom is dark and the sound of the storm outside is drowned out by your labored breaths. Sweat beads at your hairline as your eyes dart around the room. You nearly miss his figure standing next to your bed in your hasty search. He’s staring down at you, his karambit held loosely between his thumb and pointer finger. He seems comfortable as he observes you like a predator ready to catch its prey. He silently raises his knife and brings it to your exposed ankle. If you could move you’d flinch at the contact of the cold metal against your skin. He slowly starts dragging the knife up the exposed skin of your leg and you squeeze your eyes shut expecting to feel pain radiate through your body but instead you feel the opposite. You feel euphoric. 
He stops once he’s reached your hip, your panties obstructing his path. He looks back over at you, holding your eye contact as he hooks the knife into the hem of your underwear and swiftly cuts them open. He smiles at you and a moan passes your lips. You can feel yourself melting. Your body is slowly giving in to the entity, your fear is fading into pleasure. The line between the two is slowly dissolving. 
“More.” The word leaves your mouth before you can even process what you’re saying. A soft yet eerie chuckle echoes through your head as he runs the knife up under your t-shirt. The rips through the fabric with his blade somehow leaving you unscathed. Once your shirt is open completely he slowly trails the knife over to your nipple. The bud pebbles quickly as he teases it with the tip of his karambit. A moan falls from your lips and your eyes roll back into your head. 
“Wake.” With this said you can move again but the last thing on your mind is getting away. You feel so hungry, so desperate for contact and your brain is telling you that he’s the only one that can give it to you. “Pretty girl wants more?”
You nod at the echo of his words in your head as you stare up at him. He really is handsome, his smile is charming and his eyes are hypnotizing. Hypnotizing. Are you being hypnotized? You fight with yourself as lust floods your senses, the only thing that you can manage to think is that you need more. More, more, more. 
“Open.” Your legs spread wide for him as if you are a puppet under his control. A small whimper leaves you as the night air hits your exposed cunt. Your mouth falls open along with it, sticking out your tongue to him. 
He lifts the knife and brings it to your mouth, lightly sliding the blade against your tongue. Your mouth closes around it slightly as you drool onto the blade, the taste of metal flooding your tongue. Once he’s satisfied he drags it from your mouth and brings it down to your core. He cuts your panties on the other side and you sigh at the feeling of the wet blade on your skin. He trails it from your hip and over to your clit, pressing against the bundle of nerves lightly. 
“Chan.” The name falls off of your lips in a moan but you don’t know who’s name that is. Is it his? How would you know his name? All of your questions and confusion leave you when he slides the dull back of the knife down your slick folds. “Please.”
“You like me?” He smiles down at you as you nod your head, hips bucking against the knife desperately.
 Just as you’re adjusting to the sensation of the metal against your core it’s taken from you. You whine in protest but your lips quickly part in a moan once you feel his fingers replace his blade. They’re warm compared to the metal and the feeling of them pressing against your clit is dizzying. Chan slides his middle and pointer finger between your folds, lubricating them with your slick arousal before they press lightly at your entrance. You hadn’t even noticed the excessive moans falling from your lips. The need to be touched is deafening as you grind into his hand. After what feels like forever he finally breaches your hole and a cry of pleasure erupts from your throat. He slides his fingers all the way in and curls them, finding your sweet spot right away. 
Jisung has never made you feel like this and you swear that he’s the best person that you’ve ever slept with. The way that you feel right now is intoxicating, addicting. You feel so good but all that you can think about is having more. You need more. 
“Your flesh is greedy, beauty.” He pumps his fingers into your heat. Fucking you at an unworldly pace. Your tongue lulls out of your mouth as you soak up the pleasure. Your legs shake lightly as your release climbs up your spine. Your eyes find his and you stare at him as he watches your fucked out expression. Your eyes are low and lidded and your chest is rising and falling rapidly, you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure that your skin feels like it could melt right off. 
“Fuck” You whine as your pussy clenches around his fingers, he picks up the pace just a bit and before you know it you’re falling apart on his fingers. Your legs remain wide open as they shake, you grip the sheets underneath you and your back arches off of the mattress. 
Chan inhales deeply as he watches you. His eyes darken, his Sclera becoming cloudy with a hazy smoke. He brings his soaked fingers up to his mouth and pushes them between his plump lips, you watch him as you come down from your high. His long tongue wraps around his fingers and you hear a moan echo through your head. He closes his eyes as he savors the taste of you. You notice that as he sucks his fingers clean his body slightly grows in size, his strong arms strain a bit more against his raven colored shirt and the bulge in his pants thickens. 
“You’re heavenly.” He pulls his fingers from between his lips and lowers them to yours. You open your mouth immediately, welcoming his digits onto your tongue. You swirl the muscle over his blackened digits, relishing in the mixture of your arousal with his saliva. “I’ll fuck the heaven out of you.”
He snatches his fingers from your mouth and suddenly your eyes roll back into your head. Darkness swallows you and an overwhelming pang of fear hits you all over again. Your heart is pounding in your chest so hard that you can hear it in your ears.
“C- Chan?” Your voice is shaky as you call out for him. 
“Relax.” You hear his voice clearly echoing through your left ear and now your right. 
“You want me, don’t you, beauty?” His voice is smooth and alluring, you relax at the sound of it. All of your fear once again melting into pleasure. You shake your head yes as you blindly answer him. 
Silence looms over you and the air feels thick and hot around you. You take a deep breath but the wind is quickly knocked out of you when you feel pressure on your chest. The weight is swiftly followed by the intense stretch of his cock entering you. The burn of him splitting you open is unreal. There isn’t a single person on earth who could compare to the girth of his cock. He slides into you at a moderate pace, barely giving you time to adjust to him, your pussy swallows his member greedily dripping as he squeezes himself inside. 
“F-Fuck” You throw your head back as a wave a euphoria burns through your nerves, overriding your system and leaving you a pliant fucked out mess against your mattress. “S-so big.” 
He finally bottoms out, filling you completely and kissing your cervix perfectly. Chan doesn’t give you a second to adjust before he’s pulling his hips back and snapping them into you. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream and your hands desperately grab at the sheets. A tear falls from your eye as you bite your lip, small whimpers erupting from your throat with every thrust.
“Too much, so much, oh my god.” You reach up to touch him but your hands are instantly pinned above your head. You cry out as he continues to fuck into you, stretching you relentlessly. 
His long tongue dips out of his mouth and licks at your hard nipples causing a moan to slip from your lips. He swirls the bud around getting it nice and wet before moving to the other one. His tongue flicks the sensitive nub at the same rhythm that he’s fucking you, showing no mercy to your sensitive breast. 
“I’m gonna -“ Your second orgasm washes over you before you can finish your sentence. Your pussy spasms around his thick length and you can hear his groans ringing through your ears. They’re deep and animalistic, they’re desperate and oh so pretty. You lie there, mailable and fucked out as he continues to pound you.
“Give me more. Feed me, beauty.” Chan grabs your hips tilting them upward while he jackhammers into your dripping cunt. Gaspy screams fall from your lips as he uses you, before you know it your third orgasm is rushing over you. Despite your blacked out vision it feels like the room is spinning and you swear that your sheets are soaked with sweat. 
You feel his cock twitch inside of you and seconds later he’s spilling his seed into your abused cunt. You moan at the feeling of his burning hot cum filling you as you grind against his pelvis. He pulls out of you swiftly and you whine at the emptiness. You feel his cum dripping out of you and the weight on your chest shifts slightly. Silence surrounds you again and you can feel the fear start to creep in. Just as you’re about to call his name you feel his thickness prodding at your anus and you gasp. 
“No, no, no. Too big, please.” You can hear his maniacal chuckle ring through your ears followed by his sweet and charming voice as he breaches your hole, pushing into you slowly. 
“Let me use your greedy flesh.” He continues to slide in as tears trail down your cheeks. Every burning inch of him makes your pussy clench and your clit throb. “Let me rid you of your innocence.” 
He fills you to the hilt, plugging your hole perfectly. You wince as he draws his hips back, dragging out of you slowly before plunging back in at the same pace. A string of whines fall from your lips as he fucks you, you can hear his moans echo through you loudly as he picks up his pace. 
“So tight, what a sin you are.” You whimper Chan’s name in response as you struggle to keep your legs open. He grabs both of your calves and brings them up so that your knees are touching your chest. You scream at the change of pressure and depth, as his cock hits spots that you didn’t know existed. 
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.” You hiss as a breathtaking orgasm hits you, you gasp for air as he continues to pound you, gradually picking up the pace by the second. “C-Chan I can’t, please.” 
“You wanted me. You wanted this.” He snaps his hips into you harshly, spilling into you yet again. You can hear him inhale deeply, smoothly before exhaling violently. “Take it.” 
He swiftly pulls out leaving you empty again and the weight on your chest disappears. Your legs fall back against the mattress and the feeling of euphoria slowly dissipates. It’s silent yet again, the only sound present is the heavy rain against your window. The loud crack of thunder fills your room for the third time tonight and you can hear Chan’s voice just as loud as it accompanies the storm.
“My beauty.” A wet kiss is left behind your ear followed by his loud maniacal laugh and your blood runs cold. 
Suddenly all of the pleasure that you felt is gone, there’s nothin but fear present in your body. You scream as you jolt up, panting and blinking quickly in an attempt to adjust your eyes to the light around you. Wait, the light is on? The soft sound of your music bounces off of the walls and your dim LED lights illuminate your space. You look down and notice that your blanket is covering you. You slowly peel it back and examine your attire, nothing is cut, nothing is disheveled, everything is just how it was when you fell asleep. Your eyes dart around the room to search for him but you’re completely alone. 
You slowly step out of bed, the moment that you stand from the mattress you sway. Your legs feel weak and tired as you drag them across the floor. You make your way to the bathroom, and as soon as you reach the sink you stare into the mirror. You look fine, tired and sweaty but fine. There’s a slight blush running over your cheeks and your skin feels like it’s burning. 
It was just a wet dream, a terrifying and extremely realistic wet dream. You turn on the cold water and splash your face a couple of times to cool yourself down. You feel a slight burn behind your left ear and bring your hand up to feel the hot skin. You look in the mirror and your heart nearly stops when your eyes land on a red symbol burned into your skin. Your eyes widen as you stumble backwards towards the door. This can’t be right, this isn’t possible. It wasn’t a dream? 
You rush back over to your bedroom to find your phone. You need to call someone, anyone, Jisung. You unlock your phone, frantically looking for his contact information but a text from him completely stops you in your tracks. The color drains from your face as you sit and stare at the photo that he sent you. It’s him and his co-workers at the bar of the retreat but there’s one new face, one that you recognize. Chan is next to your boyfriend. Arm around his shoulder and drink in hand. You stare at your screen silently but your heart is screaming in fear. You read Jisungs text over and over in disbelief and tears start to fall from your eyes.
Met the team today, the guy next to me is my new assistant. Can’t wait for you to meet him. 
It was just a dream right?
This is just a dream, right?
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sunboki · 1 year
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lots of people mention a moment where they began to develop feelings for someone they thought was just a friend.
for chris, it was that one bus ride home with you, both forced to sit in the back together that made him think about you like that.
nothing out of the ordinary, you were best friends after all. except now as you suffered the exhaustion of a long awaited school field trip to the county fair, it was hard to resist the tipping of your head as you nodded off—eyes fluttering shut slowly but surely.
he noticed your sleepiness. of course he noticed, it was chris. he noticed everything.
“tired?”
there was a sheepish smile on his face, head tilted to the side with amusement when gazing at you, a sort of fondness that made your heart beat faster.
“hm..” you involuntarily leaned closer to chris, radiating towards the warmth he emitted. and before he knew it-
thud.
your head, obviously void to the world, plopped on his shoulder.
“woah.” he whispered, mouth parted with shock. more often than not you would fall asleep on rides home, but never where you’d end up sleeping on his shoulder. this was new. a good kind of new.
the sort of new that has chris’s stomach doing backflips, his ears dusting a pretty pink that matched the strawberry ice cream he’d bought you earlier.
no less you were still fast asleep upon arriving home, and with careful consideration he decided to carry you inside. best friends can do that, right?
however when you opened your eyes, you definitely didn’t expect to be carried bridal style through the doorway. not by anyone, and especially not by chris.
“..chris?”
there’s that sheepish smile again.
“surprise?”
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NOT a part of my unofficial “mornings with..” series, just a thought after i woke up from a nap in the passenger seat.. chan brainrot let’s GO🤧 ik i’ve been writing for him a lot i’m sorry let me indulge
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blossomwritesthings · 8 months
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥
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pairing: chan x curvy/plussizedfem!reader (afab)
genre: idol!chan. curvy/plussized!reader. hurt/comfort. angst!! slight fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ ONLY. reader pov. established relationship.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. the angst is real and raw in this. reader deals with a lot of online hate for many different reasons (this includes things like: age discrimination, fat-ph0bia, and online bullying). territorial/protective chan. smut warnings below cut!!
word count: 6.7k
summary: against your boyfriend chan's wishes, you had made a twitter account after many years - and what a mistake that was. now, you're left with the aftermath of the damage, and chan is the only person who can pick up the broken pieces of you.
18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!) but reader is on birth control. chan has a fixation for reader's tits lmao. fingering. someone gets a handjob... 👀 DIRTY talk. youngerdom!chan. oldersub!reader. making out. manhandling and slight size kink. praise kink. nipple/breast play. body worship. riding. excessive hair pulling/scratching. BREEDING KINK!!! pet names (babydoll, babygirl, kitten, etc.). daddy kink. multiple orgasms is alluded to. someone gets fucked on top of a table.
a/n: OKAAAY- firstly, I just wanna give a big shout out to my dear, sweet friend Belle (@cb97breathing) for being so kind as to request a chan oneshot, and inspiring me to write this dumpster fire of a fic lmao!! 😂 I told her that my requests have been closed since may, but since she's such a wonderful friend, I've made an exception this time around~ 🫣 anyways, hope you enjoy this lil piece babe... you'll have to lmk what you think ehehehehehe... 😈 I wrote this in a single sitting last night, so it might make like, no sense at all but I seriously don't give a flying fuck at this point, so enjoy!! 💀
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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ
Soon after the two of you had started dating, you had promised your boyfriend Chan that you would never go online to search for fans' comments about your relationship. Whether they were good or bad, he had made you promise him that you'd never read such things because it wasn't good for your health. 
And for the most part, you'd kept that promise to him. 
  For years, you had left social media alone. Avoid making any form of account to begin with, that way you wouldn't be tempted to read some of the shit that people said about you online. 
  You were a pretty strong woman and could withstand a lot of chaos. This had proven to be true after Chan announced your relationship, as some of the Stray Kids 'fans' hadn't taken to the news very well. Instead, they stormed the streets of his company, protesting against the relationship and making humungous threads online as they tried to expose you. 
  But lately, you could feel yourself slipping. 
  At first, it had just started with making a harmless Twitter account. You had wanted to follow your boyfriend's private one that the fans didn't know about. And for a little bit, everything was okay. He didn't know about your activity online, and you wanted to keep it that way. 
  It was one day though, when you were feeling especially shitty about yourself, that you happened to stumble upon some random Tweet. 
  The things that the anonymous person had said about you dug deep inside of you. Reached for your heart and squeezed it in an icy, vice-like grip. 
  Then, it wasn't too long before you found yourself on the wrong side of social media. 
  The one that was full of darkness and hatred and violence. 
  And everything that you saw was always about you and Chan. But mostly, the sick people focused on you. 
  Nitpicking everything about you. 
  Your personality, 
  Your words, 
  The worst things they talked about were linked to your body and age. 
  Sure, you were on the curvier side of things. But Chan had always made it crystal clear from day one that he found you absolutely beautiful. The first time the two of you had met at that random club in Seoul all those years ago, back when Stray Kids was newly debuted, he had told you how stunning you were - inside and out - and he had only talked to you for an hour at that point. 
  These people who hid behind their screens online liked to point out your age, too. About how you were a few years older than Chan. They called you all sorts of things and claimed that you were a golddigger for getting with someone so famous. 
  Chan had never mentioned your age gap before. He treated you like you were his peer and not someone who had quite a few years over him. Because that's the kind of man he was - he didn't care what you looked like or how old you were. All he cared about was you... and what you were like on the inside. So all of the frivolous things that other guys worried about were cast to the sidelines, as he only ever focused on your inner spirit. 
  Obviously, your boyfriend was a rarity. 
  Even still though, you could feel your self-esteem tanking with each comment that you read. Each thread, each video. They only unraveled you a little bit more with every day that passed. And you knew that they truly weren't fans. Because people who loved Chan would never hurt him and you the way some of them were doing. 
  But that didn't change the fact that it really fucking hurt. 
  You knew that you shouldn't have made the Twitter account. But now that you were on it? Now that you were constantly checking what others were saying about you? You couldn't seem to stop. 
  Like a drug that was slowly overtaking your system, you couldn't get enough of it all. 
  The hate, 
  The shame, 
  The ridicule. 
  It spread throughout your veins, making you feel exhausted and angry, and heartbroken. 
  But of course, your boyfriend could never know of such things. Sure, he checked social media to see what fans were saying, but he didn't have that much time to hang around and catch the shitty side of things. 
  No, you had promised him you'd never go on social media, so you intended to keep everything a secret. He had warmed you away from it all early on since he knew how horrible people could be online. 
  And to be honest, you felt a little ashamed, too. To become so affected by the abhorrence that you were losing sleep over it. That you were losing your appetite, too. You could feel your motivation tanking as your brain replayed countless things that people were saying about you. 
  So there you were, snuggled under a fuzzy blanket and tucked in the corner of the large, black leather couch that was in your boyfriend's studio. It was late on a weekend night, and he had called you over to the company to hang out with him while he worked. 
  Although, you weren't really focusing on him after a while. Instead, you were scrolling through Twitter in silence, taking in the newest things that random people were saying about you.
  User 570 - "nah that fatass could neverrr bag such a hot guy like chan, she totally seduced him or some shit."
  User 194 - "I heard that he's into like, a mommy kink and that's why he fell for her while he was still so young... didn't they start dating when skz was still newly debuted??" 
  User 006 - "bro don't get me STARTED- this dumb bitch is over here thinking that he genuinely loves her... gurl, he's probably cheating on you with one of the itzy members hahaha" 
  User 288 - "Not her thinking she actually had a fighting fucking chance with our chan-"
You were pulled from the comments by the sound of a voice talking. You looked up to see that your boyfriend was turned around in his desk chair, muscular arms folded over his chest as he stared at you. 
  "Y/N." 
  The way he was calling your name, so seriously and without any hint of playfulness, sent a ripple of unease to course down your spine. 
  "Y-Yes?" You asked, gently placing your phone face-first down on the couch beside you, that way he couldn't see what you had been looking at. 
  "Did you even hear what I was saying?" He rose a dark, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way. For Stray Kids newest comeback, he had dyed his hair platinum blonde again. He did it in part because his stylists had said he'd look good with bringing it back. But mostly, you knew that he had done it for you, since him being a blonde had always been one of your biggest weaknesses. 
  "Oh- no, sorry, I was kinda distracted..." You mumbled, fingers playing with the blanket around your waist, palms digging into the soft fabric as you felt your heart beat against your ribcage.
  Chan threw you a deep frown before he placed his headphones down on his desk. He had been busy producing for the past two hours, and with a glance at the clock just above his head, you read that it was well past midnight. The company was quiet, signaling that everyone had gone home for the night. 
  Everyone except you and Chan, at least. 
  "I was asking if you wanna get takeout," Chan began, running a hand through his blonde locks and messing it up even more. "I'm pretty sure that fried chicken place just down the road is open 24/7, so we could get that if you'd like." 
  You felt yourself shaking your head. Because honestly, soon after reading the comments from that night, you had lost all form of an appetite. "I'm not hungry right now. But you can get something if you'd like, babe... do whatever you want." 
  Without saying another word, you picked up your phone again. And already, you were getting lost in a sea of new posts and comments that had appeared while you were distracted. 
  "Baby." Chan's voice came out softer than before, but it still didn't pull your attention away from the darkness that was seemingly at the edges of your fingertips. "Baby- listen to me." 
  That got your attention. Automatically, you were lifting your head again, blood thrumming in your ears as you watched the swarthy look cross over your boyfriend's face. 
  "What's going on with you lately?" He said, leaning forward in his chair and resting his elbows atop his knees, showcasing his bare forearms. If you were in a different headspace, you'd be turned on by the sight of him like that - light hair all disheveled, and loose-fitting black t-shirt beautifully showcasing his muscular arms. "You've been acting different these days, and it's making me worry."
  You tried to flash him your best reassuring smile, but you got the feeling that it looked a little more like a painful grimace than anything else. Because the only thing that was worse than all of the hatred was his finding out. No, you wanted to keep all of it away from him. Hide it inside yourself, that way only you'd be the one affected by the shadows. 
  "I'm fine, Chan. Don't worry, nothing's going on..." Your voice trailed off, as you caught his intense stare. Then his eyes were roving over your form, before stopping at your phone that was clutched in your hands, held close to your chest. You could feel the crimson blooming in your cheeks as he began to take notice of your secrecy regarding the device. 
  He was rising from his chair then, nearing you slowly. If he moved too fast, he'd scare you away irrevocably and there would be no comeback for him whatsoever. "What's got you so distracted, hmm?" His question came out hushed as if only you were meant to hear it. 
  The anxiety danced in the pit of your stomach, as anxious butterflies flitted around your system from his approaching nearness. "Oh, uhm- just a friend from... high school." 
  "Oh yeah? What's her name?" 
  "Uh- Vanessa." 
  "What're you guys talking about so late at night?" 
  You shifted uncomfortably in your position, limbs turning a little shaky at his closeness. If you reached out, you'd be able to touch him. "Just... girl stuff." 
  Chan laughed at that, but it held no humor. No mirth whatsoever. Instead, it was dry and sardonic and left a hole to begin widening in your heart. 
 He knew, 
 He knew,
 He- 
"Lemme see." 
  You knew it had been coming as soon as he had started grilling you about your phone. Even still, the two little words forced your eyes to widen frantically. Heart pushing against your ribcage in anxiety, you held on a little tighter to your phone. 
  "I don't really know if-"
  "Give me the damn phone, Y/N," Chan said, his voice a little more raised than before. The firm line of his lips pressed together and his eyes that were dancing with a myriad of feelings told you everything you needed to know. His hand was already outstretched, as he waited for your next move. "I won't ask again." 
  And you knew he wouldn't. 
  Because if you didn't comply, he'd force it out of your hand. 
  Chan was a gentle man, with a beautiful soul and a love for humanity. But if there ever was a threat to the people he loved, if he ever held any sort of suspicion that something was amiss, he wouldn't hesitate to take the reins. 
  And that usually meant it came out in the form of anger - of pure, unadulterated rage, as he battled against whatever force was hurting his loved ones. 
  So just like that, you were raising the white flag. You were admitting defeat, as you slowly placed the phone in his open hand. 
  Holding your breath, you leaned back against the couch, waiting, and watching. 
  At first, nothing happened. 
  He stared at the phone in silence, eyes scanning the bright screen. 
 But then, everything changed. 
  In an instant, his face was morphing into something dim and... scary. Eyes turning to slits as he read the obscene things that were right there on your phone, strong jaw ticking as he stood there. You saw the way his hand gripped on a little harder to the phone, knuckles turning white with his barely masked anger quickly rising to the surface. 
  You didn't realize you were crying until it was too late and the first sob was flooding from your mouth. Pathetically, a small whimper escaped from deep inside of you as your heart raced in your chest from the way your boyfriend's entire persona was morphing into a man who was beyond furious. He was probably seeing red at this point. 
 "Please- Chan, d-don't be angry with me!" You suddenly burst out in a tiny wail. Your desperate voice seemed to shake him from the laser focus that he had on your phone's screen. It yanked his eyes away from it and soon he was staring back at you. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" 
  You had no time to react then, as he was throwing your phone aside haphazardly and dropping to his knees on the floor. In the next breath, he was upon you, reaching out with those strong arms of his and pulling you into him. 
  Like two puzzle pieces that were made to fit together, you melted against him. He wrapped his arms around your body, holding your shaking form close as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, the sobs racking through you. Your heart was beating so fast, you were afraid you were about to drop dead right at that moment. 
  But your boyfriend's hold on you saved you. Grounded you, forced you to take deep breaths slowly but surely. Relaxed your muscles until you were feeling a little light-headed from all of the exhaustion and pain. The entire time, Chan remained quiet, merely carding gentle fingers through your hair as he soothed your aching spirit.
  And when the tears finally subsided, you were pulling away from his form, peering up at him with pink-flushed cheeks and bleary eyes. "A-Are you mad at me?" 
  Chan stared down at you, taking in a deep breath before he was speaking for the first time in a while. His voice was gruff, but not as stony as it had been earlier. "Why would I ever get mad at you for the shit that psychos say online?" He reached up towards you, tucking a few strands of your messy hair behind your ear. "I mean, yeah, I'm disappointed that you got a Twitter in the first place, but I'm even more disappointed in the fact that you didn't tell me about any of this."
  You felt the tears prick at the corners of your eyes again at the mention of his disappointment in you. You hated the feeling that you had let him down. It tore through you like a painful slash, the icy blade digging into your soul and ripping open a cacophony of emotion. "I-I'm so sorry babe... I... I didn't want to worry you. I just... thought I could handle it on my own." 
  Your boyfriend fit a few fingers underneath your chin, tipping your head up so that you met his gaze again. "Babygirl, this isn't something you can handle on your own. You're not supposed to have such a heavy burden on your shoulders- no one is supposed to. But because we live in such a shitty world, things like this happen." His thumb moved up your face, as he gently swiped at your bottom lip. The gesture eased your racing mind, slowly calming your heart as you came down from the intensity of it all. "I'm just glad that I know about it now so that I can help you." 
  You went silent after that, searching his face as he looked on at you with soft fondness. The anger had completely dissolved out of him as soon as he had seen your tears. Because that's the kind of man he was. When things got emotional, all rage he once felt was left to the wayside so that he could help you through the pain.
  "Y-You have to know, that none of it is true, babe," you started, stuttering over your words from the dryness in your throat. "I... I didn't start dating you because I'm a gold digger or that I have a thing for younger guys and I-"
  Chan brushed his thumb across the corner of your lips again, offering you a soft, easy smile. "Honey, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I know full well that all that bullshit is completely groundless." You two had separated and he was back in his chair, with it rolled so close to you that your knees touched. Chan reached out with his free hand, grabbing yours and squeezing your palms together. "I fell in love with you at first sight because I saw what a genuinely beautiful human being you were. And I've continued to fall in love with you every single day since then. Your age- your size, none of it matters to me. You know I don't care about those stupid things... all I care about is you." 
  You roughly scrubbed at your eyes, willing the tears away so that you could get a clearer look at his face. "Y-Yeah, I know... it's just, it's hard not to believe the things they say, you know?" You gave him a weak, humorless smile. 
  "That's the exact reason why I didn't want you going on social media... I wanted to protect you," he began, raising your clasped hands to his mouth and pressing a few gentle kisses against your knuckles. "I love you so much and only want the very best for you. And I always want you to be safe, yeah? I'm not gonna let anyone - online or in real life - hurt you like that again. I promise." 
  This time, the grin you gave him was genuine and warm. "I love you too, Chan..." You whispered, as you leaned into him and gave his cheek a light peck. "So much. And I'd do anything for you - fight anyone to keep you okay." 
  "That's my sweet girl," Chan's praise forced the peachy-pink tinge to creep up the column of your neck, pooling in your cheeks and rising to the tips of your ears. "Now come over here and sit down, I wanna show you some of the stuff I've been working on." He pat his lap, and you felt your heart leap in your chest. 
  He was trying to distract you. He was trying to pull your mind away from the contempt and all of the turmoil that he knew was still brewing deep inside your mind. 
  So you let him. 
  You let him pull your mind away to softer, quieter things. 
  And soon, you were situated in his lap with the fuzzy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. With your spine pressed into his firm stomach, you watched him type away at his computer as he pulled up a sample. 
  "This is something I want to put on our new album... I think it'd suit Changbin's voice fucking well." He mused off, as he began to play an expert of the song. It was fast-paced and upbeat, with a subtle hip-hop vibe to it. 
  You slightly turned to the side, offering him a faint smile, "I really like it, babe... feels like a great song to play in a concert." 
  "I know right? I haven't shown the guys it yet, but I have a feeling that they're gonna love it." 
  Giggling softly, you turned around so that you were facing him. He titled his head up to meet your regard, and you reached out, carding a few fingers through his blonde locks. 
  "You're so cute when you're excited about music," you muttered, tilting forward to give his forehead a gentle kiss. And when you pulled away, you flashed him a tiny smirk. "Hot, too. Like, really fucking hot. Makes me so jealous when I watch those producing vlogs you make and I see all of the fangirls going batshit crazy over you." 
  You had never confessed to watching some of his vlogs, since you didn't want him to think that you were stalking his content. But automatically, you could see the switch flip inside your boyfriend's mind. 
  Instantly, he was mirroring your smirk. Sparkly white teeth pulled taut against his lips as he peered on at you with a suggestive light dancing in his eyes. "Oh really? Well, just wait until you hear this next track..." 
 He pressed a few things on his keyboard, and soon, a song with a deep bass was booming out of the studio's speakers. The sensual r&b feel of it vibrated around the room, wrapping around the two of you and causing something heated to stir in the pit of your stomach. It was quite dark in the studio, with the only light atop his desk casting a faint glow across Chan’s smooth, tan skin. 
  "I think I like this one even more."
  Chan's gaze was still locked with yours, as you felt his hands move away from the keyboard, instead resting on either side of your hips. "Good, because I made it for you- for us." 
  Brows furrowed in confusion, your heart skipped a beat at the admission. He had made songs for you in the past, but nothing quite so... alluring. "What do you-"
  He cut you off by his fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts, making you squeak out in surprise. "Made it one night when I was pumping myself dry to that picture of you- you know the one... black lingerie, in front of our bedroom's full-length mirror..." He ground out in a raspy voice, leaning up into you and nuzzling the tip of his nose into the exposed skin of your neck. He took in a shuddering, deep breath, and as you restlessly shifted against his lap, you could feel the growing hardness there, hidden just underneath his black sweatpants. "Imagined what it'd be like to fuck you to it... have you screaming my name as you ride my cock so perfectly- the way you always do. Was inspired by the thought of you taking me so well that you can’t talk anymore, that you go fucking mute and all wobbly-legged as I fuck that tight, little cunt of yours wide open with my cock." 
  "C-Chan, I..." But you were cut off once again, this time by his head moving downwards, as he pulled the neck of your oversized tee down so that your clavicle was exposed to the cool studio air. 
  Then his teeth were grazing over your skin, biting down softly, tongue swiping and soothing, and you already knew that violet and crimson would bloom from that exact spot when he was finished. 
  "You'd like that, huh?" His low voice rumbled against your skin, shooting freezing shivers up the entirety of your spine. "Like me to fuck you right here while this music is playing on in the background." 
  And the words were already leaving your brain, surging out of your mind as the fire began to blaze in your core. It made everything around you deep red, as you honed in on your boyfriend at that moment, and how he looked up at you with a sardonic kind of smirk. 
  You nodded quickly. Desperately. "Holy shit, yes- yes, please... I... need you to fuck me right now." Without even realizing it, you were grinding against him. In your heated frenzy, you hadn't even registered the fact that you were moving back and forth on his clothed lap. 
  Chan reached up then, running a few of his slim fingers through your hair, before he was grabbing onto your locks, pulling back slightly so that your neck was more exposed than ever before. "Such a good girl..." His lilting tone praising you so well made you squirm in your spot, your legs positioned on either side of his waist. "But you know what good girls do, right? They... ask nicely." He said the last of his words in a quiet whisper, his tongue lapping at your sensitive clavicle once more, sucking and kissing the expanse of skin there. 
  Then he yanked a little harder at your hair, forcing your eyes open in shock. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, as you subtly registered the sound of that new r&b track he had made repeating on itself. He had set it to that, already knowing how the night would turn out. 
  That devious little minx. 
"Please-" You breathed out, whimpering softly at the feel of his hardness hitting that one spot between your legs. "Daddy, please... want... want you to fuck me right now. Need it so bad, I-I can't breathe I need you so much, Daddy." 
  Chan was silent for a moment, and just as you were about to whine for him all over again, he was moving. Fingers grabbing onto the hemline of your shirt and slowly lifting it up your torso. "Well... I guess, since you're being so good tonight, I have no choice but to give in to you." He said in a low tone. 
  His fingertips grazed against your stomach as he made his way up your arms with your shirt, teasing you silently. You cried out at the feeling of him being so close to you, yet he wasn't even doing that much. He hadn't even started yet. 
  Once your shirt was off and cast to the side, he made quick work of your bralette, and soon, that was forgotten too. Chan pulled away from you to admire your topless form for a few seconds, shaking his head from side to side in approval and smiling like a maniac. 
  "Always loved your tits so fucking much," he purred, face nuzzling into the middle of your chest just as one of his hands came around one of your mounds, squeezing slightly. "Whenever I see them like this, it makes me wanna suck on them for days- fuck it, months." 
  Then his head was moving to the side, as he pressed fervent kiss after fervent kiss to your exposed breast. You clutched on tight to his blonde locks as soon as his mouth hovered over your hardened peak. His breath was hot against your gooseflesh, making you shake with unchecked want. 
  "I'd let you too," you sighed just as his tongue poked out between his mouth and came in contact with your bare skin. "If I could live the rest of my days with your face buried in my tits, I probably would do it in a heartbeat..." You felt yourself beginning to slip off the cliffside in that moment, as his teeth grazed your nub, sharp canines sinking into your skin while his hot mouth fit around your cleavage perfectly. 
  "Fuck- pretty sure you're gonna be the death of me, baby doll," his mutter jolted across your flesh, sending flashes of white-hot bliss to dance through your veins. His head was moving after that, focusing on your other tit while his hand played with the one he had just had his attention on. 
  Expert fingers pulled and tugged, twisting and soothing. You felt the warmth rising into your cheeks, and as you closed your eyes, you swore you saw little stars dance across your vision from the way that his head was buried so well between your cleavage. 
  "D-Daddy, I can't-" You were suddenly begging, hands wrapping around his locks and pushing his face closer to your skin. 
  He was drawing away from you at that, lips wet and a little puffy from the abuse that he was giving to your tits alone. Dragging a finger across the line of your jaw, he played with your bottom lip for what felt like the millionth time that day, all the while flashing you one of those smirks.  
  The one he only used when he was especially turned on. 
  "I know baby girl, I know..." He gave you a teasing pout, just before he was tipping into your form and his lips were nearing yours. "You want Daddy to make it all better, yeah? Want me to use my cock on you now?" His mouth fit around yours, his tongue dipping between your teeth and tasting you. 
  You moaned into him, loving the way he met your grinding midway. The two of you were moving in perfect sync to the music softly playing from the speakers. And as his tongue lapped at yours, you could faintly sense one of his hands leaving your hip, traveling to the waistline of your shorts and sliding down the front of them. 
  Chan swallowed whole the shuddered gasp that fled from deep inside of you as you felt his fingers toy with you, running along the line of your panties before he was dipping in. Then you were turned into a shaking mess of limbs and whines, as he slipped his hand close to your throbbing core, thumb circling your sensitive bud, pressing into it and drawing senseless figures while another one of his long fingers toyed with your entrance. 
  His lips moved away from yours, a string of saliva following in the wake of your separation. Slowly, his mouth came over the shell of one of your ears, teeth gently grazing your lobe as he said in that dark voice of his, "Hmm- already so nice and wet for me... you're gonna take me real easy tonight, yeah, dollface?" 
  Your head was bobbing up and down in silent agreement, a string of breathless cries flooding from your lips at the feeling of two of his fingers sinking into your essence. You moved around his hand, swiveling your hips in a rhythm that matched the beat of the sensual song playing in the background.
  Yanking a little harder at his bleached roots, you forced him to peer up at you. Catching the way his eyes were hooded and the shadows of the room danced across the sharpness of his cheekbones and nose, you could take a pretty good guess as to how close he was too. And he wasn't even inside you yet. 
"N-No more teasing, Daddy... please." You knew he loved all of the begging. He admitted to such a thing early on at the start of your relationship. If there was one thing you could get away with in bed, it was begging. Do a little light groveling for him and his cock, and he was all yours. 
  In the next beat, he was ripping his hand away from your soaking core, hands making quick work of his sweatpants and boxers. Soon, his shirt was off too, showcasing his toned abs and biceps. Once he was finished shucking off his pants, he turned his focus back on you, lifting a suggestive eyebrow your way. 
  "Go on, kitten- stroke it." He motioned with a single tilt of his head downwards, and your eyes followed his gesture until you came in contact with him. All throbbing seven and a half inches of him, tip already puffed red and leaking out precum. 
  You gulped around the lump steadily forming in your throat, your lips already parting in silent want as your eyes traced the long vein that ran up the length of him. He was utter perfection and a sight to truly behold. His half-naked form always left you breathless, no matter how many times you had seen him. 
  Without another word spoken between the two of you, you reached forward, hands coming around his rigidness. Instantly, upon contact, he threw his head back against his chair, moaning out in that husky voice of his. 
  Slowly, you began to stroke up and down, pulling and squeezing only slightly. You could feel him practically swelling underneath your fingertips, as he neared his release. And just when you thought he couldn't take any more of it, your boyfriend was clawing at your bare hips, guiding your body so that your entrance was sitting just above his cock.
  "Fuck- I love your body so much," he growled, as he helped you get into position. And as you began to sink down onto him, his eyes tore open and met your gaze. The emotion you found there - of pure love and adoration - did something funny to your stomach. Cast butterflies across your entire system, making you feel all floaty inside. "Love every inch of you- every curve, every dip, every dimple." 
  As the words fell from his lips, you were beginning to move against him, hips making languid circles, pushing back and forth to feel the tip of him hit that spot deep inside of you. Chan worked against you, thrusting up between your folds and steadily helping to build the rising release inside of you. 
  "Yeah- just like that," he groaned out, face flushed a dark red colour from the way you fit around him so perfectly. The wet sounds of the two of you moving together in tandem cast a whole new form of lewdness over the track that was playing in the very background. Made everything so much more hotter. "Taking me so well- this pussy was fucking made for me." 
  You clawed desperately at his shoulders, nails raking down his proud, muscular back. He met each one of your movements by plunging so far into you, you could feel your insides melting from how badly your orgasm was approaching. 
  "You feel so good, holy shit, I-" You began to say but froze up from the feeling of Chan moving the two of you again. And soon, he was frantically pushing aside the things on his desk that was just behind you, shoving his keyboard aside as he grabbed onto your hips and hoisting you up onto the lacquered wood. 
  You had no time to catch your breath then, as he was wrapping your legs around his torso and beginning to plunge into you on a whole different level. Before, riding him had been languid and sensual. But this new position was ravenous and wild.
  And as his cock reached all new places inside of you, you faintly sensed the feeling of a thumb pressing against your bundle of nerves, rubbing incessantly there to drive you closer to the edge. 
  "You said you were jealous of the Stays that fangirled over my producing form, right?" He ground out, pounding into you so irrevocably hard that you could do nothing but hold on for dear life. Nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders, you bounced against him with each push and pull. "But you know that there's no one else for me, kitten. You're still my favourite girl." 
  That had you crying out in white-hot bliss, as he fucked into you a little rougher, thumb rubbing at your clit a little faster. Your hips moved on their own accord, meeting his rocking halfway and driving you so close to the cliffside of orgasm.
  Your boyfriend bent down towards you then, tongue tracing the line of your lips as he gave you a feverish kiss. "Want you to say it, yeah? Tell me that you know." The tip of him hit into that gooey spot with every other breath that you took, and it was hard to even focus on what he was asking of you. 
  Even still, you managed to control your bearings. Over the curses and cries that had been flowing from your lips unbidden for the last half hour, you spoke up. "I-I'm still your favourite girl." You said in a desperate plea, head tipping back in pure ecstasy and eyes rolling into the back of your skull from how good he was making you feel. 
  "Say it again." 
  Another couple of frantic pumps. 
  "I'm still your favourite girl." 
  "Again!" 
  At this point, he was ordering loudly in that gravelly voice of his, one hand digging into your hip so tightly, you were sure you'd see bruises there the next day. Meanwhile, the other was busy between your legs, working you up to a total and complete frenzy while his cock fucked you right open. 
  "I'm still your favourite girl!" You screamed out in a strangled moan, your quickly-approaching orgasm making everything cast in a film of red haziness and confusion. 
  "Good..." Your boyfriend praised, stroking into you with sloppy movements as he approached his high. "Such a good girl for me... my special, pretty girl." He was buried so deep you could feel him turn completely rigid as he finally approached release. "Now come for me, baby doll..." 
  And that was all you needed to hear. 
  Instantly, you let yourself go, riding the wave of pure, cosmic euphoria. 
  It shook you to your entire core, making your limbs jelly-like and boneless. 
  It blew galaxies across your screwed-shut eyes, forcing out moan after countless moan as you allowed the orgasm to course through your veins in fiery red heat. 
  And the singlemost part that sent you over the edge completely was the feeling of Chan finding his release too - the explosion of whiteness coating your very walls. 
  Everything was so warm- 
  Your cheeks, 
  Your heart, 
  Your limbs, 
  Your pussy. 
  It felt like you had been dipped into a vat of eternal fire, and your boyfriend was the tinder to the match. 
Chan was a groaning mess above you, thrusts turning sloppy and shallow as he rode out his high. And when you were both finished, he didn't pull out quite yet. 
  You cracked your eyes open to catch a glimpse of him gazing down between the two of you, eyes still filled with so much lust and love. 
  "What?" You asked hesitantly, shifting in your spot on the edge of the wooden desk. "Did I do something wrong or-" 
  Chan's eyes flicked up to you then, and they softened exponentially. "No- no. I was just admiring this sight... your pussy so full of my cum. Almost makes me want to fuck it back into you right here and now..." He let his voice trail off in a light tone. 
  You knew how much he loved to breed you. He did it almost every single night. And you loved it too- playing with such a taboo and 'dirty' thing, even though you knew you were on birth control. 
  He wasn't the only one who got a high from it all.
  So you opened your legs up a little more for him, already feeling the stiffness of him coming back, his tip nudging that warm spot deep inside of you. 
  "Well?" You wiggled your hips a little bit, just taunting him for good measure. You flashed him your best smirk, the one he always gave you. "What're you waiting for, Daddy?" 
  The toothy grin that spread across his mouth then made your head skip a beat. Made the butterflies burst against your stomach and float up into your bloodstream. 
  "Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you?" He mused, lips coming close to hover over yours again. 
  You shrugged nonchalantly, like the position the two of you were in was anything but risky and sensual. "You could stand to mention it a few more times." 
  Then, just as he was tilting back in to give you another breathtaking kiss, he was muttering in that rumbly voice of his that he knew drove you crazy. "Well then- I fucking love you." 
  And just like that, you were turned into a giggling little schoolgirl, fangirling over her school crush. All the while, Chan began to shift against you again, hardening cock beginning to fuck his seed right back into your aching cunt. 
  It was enough to make you forget about everything, 
  The hate, 
  The heartbreak, 
  And all of the anxiety. 
  It didn't matter if the respite would only last for a little while - only for a single night. 
  Because if Chan's version of 'soothing your worries away' entailed his cock being buried deep inside of you for hours at a time, you weren't going to complain. 
  Nope, not one bit. 
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