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mostlycompetentwriter · 3 years

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F/M Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bang Chan (SKZ)

Word Count: 8.5K

Warnings: Explicit Smut and Language; Mentions of Violence

Genre: Mafia AU! Marriage AU!

Summary: You weren’t exactly subtle about your occupation, but you still valued the confidentiality of the special clients who requested your services. But nothing could surprise you more than the revelation that your docile and submissive husband is actually a world-renowned organized crime leader, and you’ve just been assigned to take him down.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing the dialogue for this one!! Tagging @skzwriternet

It was a mesmerizing sight: the profound image of your husband kneeling on the floor with delicate lines of red rope decorating his body in fantastic patterns - contouring the well-defined muscles that bulged against the constrictive material.

It was so good that you thought about taking a picture - it sure as hell would give you something to masturbate to when you were on the road - but there were more pressing matters to address such as the issue of your husband’s cock burning with a bright red color while he moaned pathetically around the gag you had tied around his head.

“What was that Channie?” you asked, lowering your tone as you circled his gorgeous body with careful steps. “Did you want something?”

His chest was heaving under the candlelight, and there were delicate beads of sweat perspiring against his pale-colored skin. It was easy to tell that he was turned on given the impressive flush to his chest, and the liquid precum beading against his abdomen. He whined against the gag, tears brightening the color of his eyes and falling down with long streaks.

It was a beautiful sight, complementing his muscles and leaving behind impressions of the ropes against his skin. It was so good, in fact, that you couldn’t resist skimming your hands down his front, pausing to tweak both nipples between your fingers because they were solid peaks from the cold temperature of the room.

Chan was a gorgeous man, and you just wanted to touch every inch of naked skin that was waiting for you. Especially since Chan was unable to move because of the ropes holding him in place, forcing him to maintain a perfect posture and strain his musculature. It added another sensual element to your regular foreplay, and you briefly entertained the image of Chan blowing his load just from your scant touches alone.

But maybe that was too harsh; instead, you knelt in front of him, reaching out to squeeze the angry head of his thick cock between your fingers, and Chan flinched at the contact. “Poor thing,” you said, leaning back on your heels to remove your shirt, smirking when Chan’s eyes glued themselves to your chest. “You missed this, didn’t you?” you asked, and you moved close enough for Chan to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, flicking his tongue against the swollen peak. And you moaned and pull at his hair to force him to look at you.

Under normal circumstances, you could’ve never denied him like that. You knew that if his hands weren’t tied behind his back, then he would be touching every bit of exposed flesh while you continued to undress in front of him. “Oh,” you remarked while reclining back on your elbows, spreading your legs to run your fingers through the wetness that had collected in thick strands against your panties.

Chan choked around a moan when he saw you admire the viscous arousal, shifting forward in obvious reaction when you continued to touch yourself, pushing a finger into your hole to curl it upwards. “I’d love to have you inside me,” you said just to tease him even more, and you held up your fingers so that he could see the evidence of your arousal for himself in the light. “Would you like that?”

Chan managed to nod his head enthusiastically, panting even harder when you crawled over to him, trailing your sticky fingers down his impressive pectorals. The trail was wet and sensual, and you ended up at the base of his cock, giving him a few quick jerks that had him practically drooling for more. “So good for me,” you said, and you removed the gag because you wanted to hear the sweet sounds that he was making.

Chan immediately gasped for breath, inhaling around a moan as you turned around on your hands and knees before backing up until the tip of his cock brushed against your folds. “I guess I’ll have to do all the work,” you remarked, reaching back to direct his cock into your desperate opening, shifting backward until he was all the way inside - buried to the hilt just the way you liked him.

You both groaned at the mutual feeling of deep-rooted satisfaction - something that you could only experience when you were this close to him, and you gave a few tentative grinds of your hips before you really started fucking yourself back on his cock, relying on Chan’s impressive strength to hold you both in this position. The burn from the initial stretch was maddening, and you slowed down your movements to help yourself get adjusted to the feeling of him so deep inside you.

“Your cock is so big,” you said, moaning when you changed the angle because it allowed his erection to brush across a particularly erogenous area.

Chan didn’t respond to the compliment, and you glanced over your shoulder, thrilled to see that Chan was positively debauched, head thrown back in pleasure as he attempted to chase your thrusts with his own despite the restrictions of the ropes. It was endearing to say the least, and you almost took pity on Chan because he could only sit there and let you take control of everything, supporting your spread legs surrounding him while his cock was pleasured by the constrictions of your tight walls.

“Channie,” you whispered, and he immediately looked up with eyes that reflected the lust driving his stuttered thrusts. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied through gritted teeth, nostrils flaring as the veins in his biceps became more prominent while he pulled his arms taut against the ropes. “I want to touch you.”

“Ah,” you said, smirking at him when you started pulling away from his cock, and he whined when the heat previously engulfing his throbbing erection was gone. But you tried not to react when he looked up at you with longing in his eyes. “What do we say?”

“Please, Y/N,” Chan gasped, and his hips started humping the air in his desperate attempt to reclaim you again.

“I don’t know,” you said, moving back with a pleasant arch that had your ass rubbing against the bright-red tip of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Chan hissed. “Please, baby, I want it so bad.”

“You’re good at begging for what you want, darling,” you remarked, but you were also just as forlorn when it came to the thought of Chan’s hands gripping tight to your hips as he forced you back and forth along his cock. “Let’s see what we can do,” you relented, and you moved behind him to undo the elaborate collection of knots holding the ropes together.

It didn’t take long for Chan to exert his own form of control after that, sensing that the ropes were just loose enough for him to pull his arms free, turning around to pin you to the floor with a growl. “Hold on for me,” he said, forcing your thighs even further apart as he moved between your legs, guiding his cock back into the wet entrance of your pussy, forcing himself home with a perfect stretch. And you tried not to lose it so soon as he pounded into you, and the obscene sounds of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room.

“Shit,” you cried, arching your back as he started pummeling himself into you without any consideration for your comfort, chasing the orgasm that you had been teasing from him ever since you introduced the ropes.

“Such a good pussy for me,” Chan groaned, and his eyes were trained on the place where you met him with every hard thrust, pulling back with a moan when his cock emerged while coated with the sticky remains of your arousal.

“Only for you, Chan,” you said, gasping when his fingers started playing with your clit, flicking at the bud with sharp nails - squeezing it underneath his thumb as he applied fierce circles. And his hips continued their magnetic dance against yours with a heavy ache, filling your needy walls with his cock while you tried to hold on to the last shreds of sanity keeping you grounded to the rough carpet rubbing at your back as he pushed you further back.

The friction was delicious, and you knew that Chan was waiting for you to cum first, and you had no problem letting go for him - moaning around his name when that first delightful wave of pleasure crashed against the shore, and you were writhing from overstimulation as he continued to move inside of you, grunting with every delicious push and pull of his hips.

Finally, you both had enough, and you fell back against his chest as he leaned to the side to support his weight on the chair behind him. “Sit there,” you said, pointing a shaking finger to the piece of furniture, and Chan obeyed without a hint of resistance.

You sighed, looking up at Chan whose tear-streaked face was something out of your best fantasies. “Please,” he whispered, and you decided to take pity on your poor husband, helping him adjust while you crawled on your knees in front of him.

“Such a good boy,” you said, and Chan whined as you ran your tongue teasingly along the dripping slit of his cock, tasting him for the first time as if it was a novel experience.

“Fuck!” Chan gasped, watching you without blinking as you took his entire length into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you focused every bit of your attention on getting him off because he deserved it after putting up with your teasing.

It didn’t take long for him to fall apart, and you grabbed his thighs to feel them trembling beneath your touch as you swallowed his cum, pulling off with an obscene noise that had Chan cursing again. “You’re amazing, darling,” he eventually said when he caught his breath, encouraging you to move into his lap so that he could hold you close.

The next morning, you were surprised to discover that Chan was missing from your bed, but your suspicions were dismissed when you detected the familiar smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. Your stomach rumbled on instinct, and you followed that amazing aroma to your husband who was cooking at the stove while wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a kitchen apron.

“You’re up early,” you remarked, passing him into the dining room with a loose hand that grazed the exposed skin of his waist.

“I have an important sale this afternoon,” Chan explained, following your footsteps as you sat down at the table and clapped your hands together as a show of anticipation, watching as he dropped a plate of breakfast down in front of you.

“This is almost as impressive as your performance from last night,” you said, just to watch him blush at the compliment.

“Whatever,” he grumbled, sitting down next to you with a cheeky smile. “Are you working from home?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed with a nod because you were far too busy stuffing every last bit of food into your mouth.

“I’ll prepare dinner tonight,” Chan said, and one of his hands moved from the table to your thigh.

“Oh?” You smirked, covering his hand with your own as you tested his resolve. “Be careful, darling. You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I want to play,” Chan said, and you hummed around your food as his hand moved even higher, thumbing across the waistband of your shorts.

“Come here,” you said, and you were more than delighted to entertain his desire for your kisses, tasting the sour reminder of the coffee that he had already consumed as your tongues met somewhere in the middle.

But then Chan rose from his seat, breaking your kiss as his hands brushed through the short locks of your hair. “You look amazing.”

“Hardly,” you scoffed because you had caught sight of your appearance on the way out of the bedroom, and you had looked a mess in the mirror after just waking up that morning.

“I’m serious,” he insisted, and he offered you a chaste kiss. “You know me too well at this point.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic because you had learned to read your husband like an open book - perhaps it was because of your occupation, but people were interesting specimens that you liked the examine under a microscope, discovering little details that might otherwise be overlooked by a casual observer. “What do you want, then?” you asked, and Chan’s reply was another passionate kiss. “I like the sound of that,” you agreed before succumbing to his advances.

Chan rumbled against your lips, clearing the plate from the table before pressing your back against the surface. “I thought you had a meeting.”

“It can wait,” Chan growled before settling himself between your spread legs, jerking down your pants and underwear until you were exposed for him.

“Hurry along,” you said, sighing when his tongue parted the folds of your pussy - and you were growing steadily wetter the longer he continued to look at you like he was seconds away from taking a bite. “You can’t be late for that meeting.”

“I’ll think I’d rather take my time with you,” Chan said, and you had no complaints to offer when he went right back to work bringing you to the edge with his talented mouth - teeth nipping at your clit while his fingers became submerged with your arousal with every dip inside your tight opening.

It reminded you of the first time you ever met Chan because your very first encounter had ended with you writhing beneath him in the penthouse suite he owned. Back then, the two of you were never meant to last longer than a single night of pure ecstasy, but Chan never kicked you out of his bed. In fact, he was always the one who called you back for more, and you could never resist him.

To the point where you spent most of your free time with the man, learning the intricate details that had mystified you when you met him in a sleazy bar downtown, emerging from the crowd of people with bleached-blonde hair and bright eyes that promised all sorts of mischief. He still continued to surprise you in many ways, and you imagined that you could spent the rest of your life learning about him. But that was part of the reason why your marriage worked so well, even if you had hesitated at first when he got down on one knee and offered you his mother’s wedding ring.

Forever was a long time, but you decided to take a chance on him. And you were positive that it was the best one you had ever made because Chan did everything to impress you. Working odd hours and weekends to support your rather lavish lifestyle, and the two of you were nothing short of happy together in your little slice of perfection.

Mornings like this always served as a reminder for the reason why you liked to keep him close to your side, especially when he went out of his way to provide for you. But perhaps even more than something like cooking your breakfast, there was no better form of motivation than a good fuck with your doting husband, and you could still feel the effects of his cock ramming into your pussy as you pulled back on your shorts and smoothed down the hem of the oversized t-shirt you had been wearing.

“Romantic as always, darling,” you said to break the silence, smirking at Chan when he returned to the foyer wearing work-appropriate clothes, and he was still panting from your prior rendezvous. “Can I see you off before you go?”

Chan nodded, and once he caught his breath, he followed you to the front door where you allowed him to push you against the wood, kissing you until every bit of oxygen was stolen from your lungs.

“I’ll see you later,” Chan said, and he pressed one last kiss to the tip of your nose.

Chan only knew as much as you permitted yourself to tell him, which meant that the idea of private investigation was as far from the truth as one could reach. However, at the risk of blowing your cover, you made the decision to keep most of your extracurricular affairs a secret, which meant that Chan had no idea that the money you contributed to your shared banking account was made off the blood of the city’s scumbags who were singled out by your wealthy clients.

When you met Chan for the very first time, you had lied without remorse, telling him that you worked as a PI at a local firm. He had smiled in return and commented on the unusual aspect of the work, but you brushed him aside and claimed that you hardly considered it anything more than a means of income.

Throughout your years of marriage together, Chan had never really brought up the subject of your work - like it was a dangerous subject that neither of you were willing to encroach. Perhaps it was for the best because staying undercover allowed you to see him at the end of each evening, reaping the benefits of marital bliss while your husband remained ignorant of the true nature of your employment.

It had always worked in your favor, which is why you didn’t think much of the unexpected call from your superior as you were sorting through some boring paperwork, nestled behind the makeshift desk that you had purchased for the days when you worked from home. “Changbin?”

It was a surprise to receive a call from your superior, but you didn’t give the unexpectedness much thought when you accepted the incoming notification, smiling when Changbin appeared on the screen.

“You have something for me?” you asked, reclining back against your chair.

“It’s an assignment,” Changbin said, and you frowned because Changbin never went out of his way to make a big deal out of one of your hits. He always sent over the paperwork without any comment.

“Is there something special about this one?”

“It’s deceiving,” Changbin remarked. “On the outside, it looks like one of our standard hits.”

“But?”

“This guy is one of the best,” Changbin continued. “Which means I need someone better.”

“And you thought that I can handle this impossible task?” You smirked, but it was more of a cover for the underlying confusion because the conversation was rubbing you the wrong way.

“Your record speaks for itself,” Changbin said, and you watched as he typed something onto his computer screen. “I’m transferring the case file.”

“I’ll receive it,” you agreed, standing up to wait for the fax machine to handle the newest inquiry. “My schedule’s surprisingly clear.”

“Good,” Changbin said, and you sighed when the machine started to process the incoming file. “You’ll need time for this one.”

You scoffed at the claim because you never took more than a day or two to resolve any of your cases. “What’s his name anyway?” you asked while sorting through the files.

“He goes by CB97,” Changbin explained, and you snorted at the ridiculous notoriety. “But one of my men paid a heavy price to find out his personal information.”

“And?”

“His cover is impressive,” Changbin said, and he gave you a meaningful look. “I just feel sorry for the woman that he married.”

“She’s likely ignorant of his extracurricular affairs,” you remarked. “Does he have a real name somewhere in your personal information?”

Changbin sighed. “I wanted to handle this with more care for you, Y/N, because the hit is on your husband. Apparently, he’s one of the most dangerous men in the entire city.”

“Chan?” you whispered while everything else around you grew silent. Under normal circumstances, you might take the newfound identifier and proceed to carry out your assignment. However, with the simple utterance of your husband’s name, you knew that this case would be anything except simple. Because there weren’t too many Bang Chan’s who lived in the same area, and according to the files in your hands, this particular man appeared identical to your husband considering the photograph pasted at the corner.

“You see our dilemma,” Changbin muttered. “You’re the best that we have, but we understand that you have a rather close relationship with this man.”

Close was an understatement, and you fought back the nasty feeling of dread as you looked at Chan’s all-too-familiar brown eyes gazing back at you, but instead of love, there was nothing but mocking in their depths. It was something similar to a special kind of taunting ridicule because the very same man had once promised to keep you safe from harm when you met on your college campus at the tender age of 21.

You remembered feeling so much affection for him because Chan appeared innocent to you, and he couldn’t possibly understand the horrors of your secret world - let alone protect you from anything. Yet, standing the middle of your office in the present, you were experiencing the painful sting of betrayal as you continued to look at his photograph because the hit on his name made it blatantly obvious that Chan understood your world more than he initially allowed you to believe.

But there was something else, and you could only describe it as a convoluted mixture of cold and hot - fear and anger coursing through your system while you wondered how long you had played the part of a fool to a man who painted himself to be the idyllic suburban husband who regulated a 9-5 office position. But the file held tightly in your hands proved the opposite, and with this revelation, an entire relationship crumbled at the foundation.

Your heart was breaking inside your chest, and an icy resolve steeled your nerves as you forced yourself to look back at Changbin: “I’ll get it done.”

That night, when you watched your husband pull into the driveway of your two-story home, he didn’t immediately leave the car to walk inside. Even though it seemed like he was busy collecting his belongings, you couldn’t find the ability to dismiss the heavy disappointment that had been following you around since leaving the makeshift office in your basement. Instead, you were faced with the beginnings of an emotion that you had never experienced during the years that you and Chan had been together: hatred.

“Hey,” you said when he finally entered the kitchen, smiling at you like nothing was wrong as he brushed a kiss across your skin.

“You look exhausted,” Chan said, and his face was contorted with obvious concern as his fingers traced the sunken optic bones surrounding your eyes.

“I had some trouble at work,” you said, and it was enough to appease him as he nodded because Chan had learned that you preferred to be alone during these moments...but this time the problem was him.

“Then maybe I should cook like I promised,” Chan said, reaching for the knife in your hand. However, you startled at the movement, unable to help yourself from picturing Chan grabbing the knife to imbed the blade inside your chest. “Darling,” Chan said with a tone that reflected his surprise. “Are you okay?”

“I should lay down,” you replied, dismissing the knife into the sink before moving around your confused husband for the comforts of the living room.

The room had been decorated when you first moved in, and you recalled painting the walls with Chan without a single care in the world. But you could only scoff at the memory as you stood in the front of the fireplace, watching the flames crackle and hiss with the sounds of Chan preparing dinner in the background. It wouldn’t help your cause to act so despondent around Chan because you were still meant to work undercover - even if the assignment involved your husband. He couldn’t suspect that something was amiss, especially when he had no idea that the price on his head was worth more than the combination of your last three hits put together.

But there was something else bothering you, and you hated that you were so in-tune with your own emotions because you realized that it was a powerful resistance - a deep-rooted aspect of your being that loved Chan with all of your heart and couldn’t possibly allow you to murder him.

You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair, searching for a solution because you couldn’t fail at work - there were too many risks and rumors surrounding rogue agents who refused to carry out their orders. It would certainly mean your death warrant for a hit this significant, but how could you just turn a complete 180 on your husband after promising to stay with him through sickness and health?

“Till death do you part,” you whispered into the room.

Perhaps if you were to see Chan in action...if you could only watch him do these bad things that you were being paid to end...

“I made your favorite!” Chan interrupted, balancing two plates between his hands as he dropped down onto the couch. “Come sit with me.”

You nodded once, trudging over to the man who had stolen your heart, and you joined him with a forced smile. The food smelled amazing, but you could only manage a few bites before you were moving your plate aside to study the man sitting next to you. From this angle, he looked nothing but innocent: blonde hair ruffled and messy from a day’s work in combination with dinner prep, and his brown eyes were practically sparkling from the fire as he ate and allowed little moans to fill the space around you.

“What’s wrong?” Chan asked over a mouthful of food, moving his gaze from your mostly full plate back to your disgruntled expression.

“I’m just tired,” you lied, but Chan was not so easily deterred this time, and he promptly jumped into action.

“Let’s take a bath together,” he suggested. “Then, we can just call it an early night. I’ll even read to you.”

You snorted at the suggestion, unable to resist a smile as you took your husband’s hand and allowed him to lead you upstairs. “You’re so good to me,” you remarked, watching Chan remove his shirt before working on the handles to fill a bath with the best salts and soaps to create a floral scent.

“It’s my job to take care of you,” Chan said, and you were both more than eager to help the other out of their clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor as you settled between Chan’s spread legs. You groaned when your shoulders sunk beneath the warm water, sinuses clearing from the steam rising to fill the air with a good kind of heat. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Chan asked, and his fingers were working at the knots in your shoulders.

You sighed at the pleasure, searching for an explanation to satiate his curiosities because he wouldn’t allow you to deny him forever. “I learned something that bothered me,” you said. “And I have to make a difficult decision.”

Chan hummed from behind you, drawing his fingers along your wet skin to graze the dip between your breasts. “Well, I’ll always be here to support you,” he said, and your heart fluttered erratically at his sweet words.

You were left with more questions, unable to enjoy the moment with Chan because you could only think about one thing: “could you really kill this man?”

The next morning, you drove the extra hour to visit the office where your private organization was headquartered. After a night of feeling sorry for yourself, watching over your husband as he slept next to you, there was nothing more you wanted than to focus on your mission. It was better to distract your mind, and maybe if you understood why Chan was being targeted, then it would make things easier on your part.

“Good morning, Jisung,” you greeted your assistant as he rushed to your side inside the elevator.

You smiled when he opened a fresh page in his notepad, pen poised over the paper as he looked at you expectantly. “Do you have something for me?”

“Of course,” you smiled. “We’ll be gathering important intel for my next client.”

“Another one?” Jisung asked, and he seemed surprised as he straightened the tie that was far too crooked around his neck. “Is there already a file?”

“Changbin sent me all the information yesterday,” you said, and you both startled when the elevator doors rang again. “Follow me,” you said, and Jisung was obedient as always, tracking you across the floor as you adopted an expectant pace, greeting your intern Jeongin who immediately exited out of his game of Solitaire.

“Morning!” he said, scampering away from his desk to follow you and Jisung as you both entered the conference room.

“We’re looking for some intel,” you filled him in, dropping the file in question onto the table as you went to set-up the computer and projector.

“Oh?” Jeongin questioned. “There’s another hit?”

“Yeah,” you said, noticing that Jisung was frowning from the corner of your eye as he surveyed the file.

“Why are we tracking your husband?”

“Because he’s my next hit,” you explained, ignoring their matching expressions of shock as you typed Chan’s name into the system, frowning when several warning applications opened up in the corner.

“C-Chan?” Jisung spluttered. “What happened?”

“Apparently,” you growled, narrowing your eyes when his initial background check revealed dozens of less than flattering results. “Chan’s been lying to me.”

The projector flashed with the blatant images, and the evidence was damning: photographs of Chan meeting with Mafia Leaders who you recognized as past targets, images of Chan fighting with rival gangs, and several scandalous shots of Chan in local clubs with women draping themselves around his arms...

You shook your head because that last part was irrelevant to the case at hand, even while your heart twisted with betrayal. “Get me all the information you have on his...involvement with these other scumbags,” you spat, directing the order at Jisung and Jeongin who immediately complied.

Throughout the remainder of the afternoon, you surrounded yourself with Chan, but not the loving man who married you several years ago. This individual was a cold-blooded killer - the leader of an independent crime organization that sold drugs and alcohol to some of the biggest Mafia units in your district. You were faced with a man who was cunning and calculating, and he was nothing like the person who returned home to you every evening while describing the sales that he made with a bright smile and an optimistic tone.

“He tricked me,” you said, despite the fact that you hated the way it sounded. But your assistant both jumped at your sharp tone, watching with wide eyes as you walked over to your private office, shoving through the door with determination.

“Uh, boss?” Jisung ventured, flinching at your aggressive look. “Should we call for some back-up?”

“I can handle this on my own,” you said, and the perusal of your weapons cabinet lasted less than 30 seconds as you armed yourself with some of your favorite additions, including a loaded pistol that you had used to secure your very first kill. “Maybe I’ll retire this one,” you said. “Chan can be the lucky man who looks down the barrel for the last time.”

“Uh...,” Jisung trailed off, clearly at a loss for words as he watched you descend into your anger-induced mania. “Should we call Changbin? Tell him you’re taking care of things tonight?”

“If you’d like,” you agreed, pocketing the pistol as you returned to the main room. “But I can’t stay at the office,” you continued. “There’s someone waiting for me at home who requires my immediate attention.”

It was too quiet in the house when you walked inside, pausing in the foyer as you inspected the darkened rooms to your left and right. It seemed like the beginnings of a trap because, at the very end of the hallway, you noticed light spilling out from the room of Chan’s office. It was an obvious sign that he wanted you to see him there, but you always erred on the side of caution, and you still reached behind your back to check for your weapon.

You took a deep breath as you matched each step with another scan of your surroundings, ducking into the room in question and frowning when you noticed Chan sitting in one of the large chairs next to the fireplace - crackling from the flames. “There you are,” he said, announcing his presence as he took a sip of the alcohol that he had poured for himself in one of your nice glasses. “Come sit with me.”

You hesitated for a moment, checking him over to see if he had anything that could potentially end your confrontation prematurely, but Chan seemed unusually calm. It irked you like nothing else ever had, and you shook your head as you sat down on the remaining chair, looking into the fire as his gaze followed the shadows dancing in the corner.

“We’ve reached an impasse,” Chan observed, studying the glass of scotch in his hand. “I know all about you, darling. One of my men filled me in on this unexpected situation.”

“You’re telling me,” you huffed, leaning back in your chair as you studied the man across from you. “I’m not sure how most people might react to this situation, but I’m incredibly pissed off that you lied to me.”

“I never lied to you, Y/N,” Chan replied.

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit about how keeping secrets isn’t the same as lying! You let me believe that you’re just a quiet salesman who happens to be exceptionally good at sex.”

“Is that last statement relevant?” Chan asked, raising one brow in question while allowing a seductive smile to alter his demeanor.

“My job is to uncover all the important information,” you returned with a grin.

“Interesting,” Chan said. “What else is a part of your job description? Because, if I’m not mistaken, you lied to me as well, darling.”

“For this case in particular,” you started, leaning forward with a suggestive wink. “I’m supposed to put a bullet between your eyes.”

“How exhilarating!” Chan exclaimed, and there was evidence of an uncontrollable mania overtaking the normal color of his eyes.

“We’ll see about that,” you said, and you were on him in less than a second, finger tensed around the trigger as you brandished a familiar firearm in his direction. “I guess the tables have turned.”

But Chan didn’t seem deterred, and he even relaxed further into the chair. “Darling, you look exceptionally good when you’re trying to intimidate someone.”

“This isn’t about intimidation,” you said, taking another step closer. “You know I’m supposed to kill you.”

“Go ahead,” Chan encouraged you, wrapping his long fingers around yours to bring the barrel of the gun against his forehead. “Paint the walls for me, darling. Your satisfaction still means the most.”

“Shut the hell up,” you snapped, feeling an overwhelming amount of pressure and a frightening solvent of emotions course through the hand holding the weapon against your husband.

“I want you to be brave,” Chan continued. “There’s nothing you can do to disappoint me.”

“You’re fucking insane,” you hissed, and there were tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“Mad for you,” Chan agreed, and you were caught off-guard by the peaceful look on his countenance, shoulders rising up and down with each steady breath he took while facing death with an unnatural confidence.

“It should be easy,” you lied, feeling the muscles in your arm grow tired from the constant tension.

“Please do me one favor, darling. I don’t wish to be offended by you during our last moments together, and you could at least have a doubt or two in that pretty head of yours.”

You swallowed hard as your hand fell back to your side, switching on the safety as the gun clattered to the floor.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Chan remarked with a shit-eating grin that you hated. Though the statement itself was contradicted by your next actions, climbing into his lap to smash your mouth against his, kissing him with an addictive high as your fingers curled into his blonde hair.

“Fuck, you look so good,” you said, feeling up his chest without an ounce of shame. “This shouldn’t make me want you more.”

“Me, darling?” Chan purred against your lips. “When you had that gun in your hand, I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life.”

“That’s messed up,” you hissed, raising your arms to help Chan who was attempting to remove your shirt.

“Oh, I agree,” Chan said, and his lips were touching every inch of bare skin that came across their path.

“How long have you been doing this?” you asked, meeting his lips for a breath-stealing kiss before returning to the artwork decorating his collarbone in purple and blue bruises.

“Oh, since I was very young,” Chan said. “But my father made me promise to never bring another outsider into our little organization. He passed away several years ago, but I kept my promise, and that included the woman who stole my heart.”

You stiffened at the mention of your marriage, but there was no chance to linger on the sore spot when Chan started working down your pants, fingernails scratching across the skin of your thighs. “You still want this,” you gasped. “Even though I almost killed you.”

“Perhaps I’m not so sane with you, darling,” Chan said, and he chuckled before bringing you both into the floor in a mess of limbs.

“Fuck me from behind,” you said, moving away from him before raising your ass suggestively into the air. “I don’t want to look at your stupid face.”

“That can be arranged,” Chan agreed, snatching your panties down your thighs before positioning himself behind you. “If we’re talking about when we look our best, Y/N, then I must insist on how you are right now. On your hands and knees ready to take my cock like the good slut that you are.”

You whined at the degrading words, but any potential comeback was wiped clean from your lips when Chan fucked his cock into you, burying himself to the hilt on the very first thrust. “Someone’s impatient,” you managed to remark, moaning when he spread your legs further apart, splitting you in half on his impressive erection as he moved his hips in talented circles.

“Oh, darling, you got me all worked up,” Chan said, and he pushed himself even closer, forcing you to slide several inches across the floor. “Keep that pretty mouth shut while I take out some unnecessary stress, hmmm?”

You moaned in response, more than content to support yourself to the best of your limited ability while Chan fucked you from behind, hitting all your best spots while grunting against the back of your neck. His heat was stifling against your skin, but there was no denying the effect of his strength or the coiling pleasure building at every rough meeting of his cock between your pulsating walls.

But when it was all over, and you were both panting hard while lying satiated on the carpet in front of the fireplace, you were back at square one again: wondering if you had the strength and courage to finish your latest assignment.

When you opened your eyes again, Chan was gone, and you were left wincing at the pain in your lower back as you rolled over onto a folded sheet of paper that you had failed to notice.

You sighed when you smoothed out the page, reading over it twice with a burning rage growing brighter every time you recalled the words:

Y/N,

You looked very peaceful this morning. I couldn’t possibly wake you, even as a small part of myself realized how easy it would be to simply kill you while you slept. But I didn’t, darling, and you should be very grateful. So grateful, in fact, that you forget about me and that foolish organization who ordered you to bring them my head. Instead, I think it’s best that we keep to ourselves for a while, just until this whole misunderstanding ends.

You don’t have it in you to kill me regardless, but I’m giving you an opportunity to save face before you really embarrass yourself.

Until we meet again,

Your loving husband, Chan.

You crumpled the note between your hands, crawling across the floor to find your discarded clothes.

Once you were dressed, you thundered downstairs to your makeshift office, groaning when you saw that Chan had made a mess of your paperwork and equipment. You were lucky that you had enough engineering experience from that one excursion in China to fix the computer, clicking on Changbin’s name and waiting for the man himself to appear on the screen.

You smiled at him when he greeted you, watching as he observed you and your surroundings. The recognition was clear in his gaze as he realized what had happened, especially when you held Chan’s note up to the screen. Changbin sighed as he read over the note, rolling his eyes when he discovered the final taunt.

“You failed,” Changbin said, and you took a deep breath, ready to face whatever consequences you would be forced to endure. “But I’m willing to give you a second chance.”

You perked up at that, shaking your head in wonder at the man speaking to you. “Are you serious? The organization would be okay with what happened?”

“They’ll be furious,” Changbin admitted. “But you’re still our best, and this is a hit that we’re desperate to complete.” He chuckled as he organized some files on his desk. “I would think that his last insult to you would be enough motivation to end him for real this time. The Y/N who I know would never take that kind of treatment without retaliating.”

“Trust me,” you growled. “He won’t get away a second time.”

“I hope not,” Changbin said. “Otherwise, we’ll really have a problem on our hands.”

“Understood,” you agreed. “But I’ll have to come into the office to do some surveillance work. I have no idea where he could be, and I doubt he’ll be coming back here anytime soon.”

“I’d imagine he’s smart enough to stay away, but not wise enough to cover his tracks. Because he just so happens to own one of the most prestigious clubs downtown,” Changbin explained. “Go there tonight and finish the job.”

“Send me the details,” you said, letting out a heavy exhale when Changbin ended the call.

But you still waited with bated breath as the fax machine processed the information, spitting out the instructions typed across the page in neat cursive, including an address for Chan’s club listed at the bottom.

“Fine,” you said, shoving the information into the pocket of your jeans. “Two can play at this game.”

You weren’t surprised by the extravagant appearance of the bar in question - the one that your husband owned and had kept hidden from you. It was attracting one hell of a crowd, and you were forced to park further down the street before starting for the entrance.

The large bouncer at the door gave you a suspicious look when you approached him, but one look at the $100 dollar bill in your hand had him coughing in obvious disbelief before he removed the rope to allow you inside.

You smirked at his greed since it worked in your favor, moving between the amassing bodies dancing across the main floor while working their way to the bar to scream for a drink. You winced at the closeness of everyone, deciding that your prime days of bar jumping were over, especially when you preferred the solitude of an evening at home. Still, you had dressed the part, squeezing your body into a tight little black number that Chan had bought you for a celebration.

Your heart squeezed at the reminder, but you shook off those nerves before finding a place at the bar, requesting something small as you attempted to look for Chan through the crowd of eager patrons. Apparently, the bar was super popular, and you noticed that most of the people were young and clearly looking for a good time. Even if that meant a one-night stand or a morning after with their head against the toilet from their insane alcohol consumption.

Meanwhile, you sipped at your drink with modesty, searching through narrowed eyes until a familiar head of blonde curls appeared in front of you. “Found you,” you whispered, trying not to lose your cool at the sight of all those other girls hanging all over Chan.

He must’ve already moved on from you, which proved just how much of a sham your marriage really was, and it infuriated you to no end because the feelings you had for Chan were genuine.

Had he been playing you this entire time?!?

“Fuck him,” you said, deciding that it was better to focus on your anger as opposed to the nastier feelings of jealousy and bitter betrayal sitting heavy with the alcohol on your stomach.

But you wanted to end this ordeal as soon as possible, and you made your way over to Chan with few difficulties, shoving past tipsy girls giggling in delight at the drunken men pawing at their clothes. It was a disgusting place, and you were already fed up with the tacky choice in music as you paused at Chan’s table. “Is there room for one more, darling?”

For a moment, you were glad to see Chan’s smile disappear, but then you were disconcerted by the obvious pain reflecting in his gaze before he forced it away and adopted his infamous smirk. “You’re being awfully clingy, Y/N.”

“Says the one still wearing my ring,” you remarked, noticing the gold band sitting pretty on his hand, and his eyes narrowed when they noticed that you had removed his mother’s ring - leaving it behind on the counter in your house with a cheeky note of your own.

“Maybe I’m fond of it,” Chan said, and he nodded at the vacant seat in front of him. “Do you want to try your luck, darling? I’m awfully good at this game.”

“Well, now that I understand the rules,” you returned, and Chan chuckled as you settled down in front of him, waving off the girls who pouted at the dismissal. “I think I have a better chance.”

“Oh?” Chan asked, studying you with evident hunger.

“One game,” you said, pointing to the cards at the center of the table. “If I win, then get my second shot.”

“And if I win?” Chan purred.

“I won’t try anymore,” you said, shrugging as you kept your eyes on him. “You’re a free man, Mr. Bang.”

“Well, I can’t argue with those terms,” Chan said. “It’s been a while since I wagered my life on a game of poker.”

“So?”

Chan laughed before looking over the the dealer. “Shuffle the cards.”

The dealer nodded, and you watched his movements closely as he distributed a pair of cards to you and Chan. Glancing at your husband from over your cards, you bet first, observing him with intense focus as he matched you. Then, the dealer put down the first two cards from the remaining stack, and you sighed.

“Tell me, Chan,” you said. “Why did you even marry me? If you never had intentions to tell me about your...outside business affairs...then why bother getting close to me?”

“It’s not meant to be a compliment,” Chan said, smirking in my direction over the glass of alcohol he was leading to his lips. “It’s something I’ve thought about for years, and I never intended to get married, but one night with you, darling, and I’m a ruined man.”

“That doesn’t seem as simple as you made it sound,” you said, raising your bet before watching him do the same.

“Why not?” Chan asked, and there was a brief flicker of doubt showing through his confident composure when you matched his bet.

“You knew me,” you said. “I wasn’t the usual type of woman you went after.”

“Oh, but there was something different about you,” Chan replied. “I still can’t quite put my finger on it, but you should know that even after this game, we will never be done with each other.”

“Well, you’ll be dead if I win,” you remarked. “I doubt you can do anything else to me six feet under the ground.”

“But I don’t plan on losing,” Chan said as if he had any say in the final cards that were being distributed across the table.

“Let’s show our cards,” you said, holding his gaze when you both revealed your hands at the same time.

Chan sucked in a deep breath, reaching into the pocket of his jacket for a pack of cigarettes. “Surprised?”

You shook your head. “A straight flush beats four of a kind.”

“Yes, it does,” Chan said, and he sighed as he lit another cigarette. “The stakes are too high, darling. You were never meant to win.”

“I see,” you replied, reaching for your drink to ingest the remainder of the contents. “I guess this is goodbye.”

“For now, darling,” Chan said, watching you carefully as you stood up from the table.

“It was fun,” you said, but there weren’t any other words left for you to say as you turned around to leave the bar.

The cold air outside hit you with full force as you wrapped your leather jacket even tighter around your shoulders.

The sensation of defeat was seeping into your skin, draining you of confidence as you placed a call on your cellphone. “Hello?”

“Jisung,” you said, and your tone was almost muted as you walked down the sidewalk. “Tell the others that I’m quitting.”

“Quitting!” Jisung repeated with a shrill tone, but any potential argument was immediately shortened when you hung up the phone to take a deep breath, watching it disappear into the night.

It had been years since you lost at cards, and part of you wondered if it was fate keeping Chan alive. But whatever it might be, the thoughts running through your head were a distraction, and you almost didn’t hear the sound of footsteps until Chan was practically breathing down your neck. “Where are you going, Y/N?” he asked, holding you in place as he moved in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, reaching out for the door handle of your car, but Chan slapped at your hand with intent.

“I couldn’t help but overhear, darling,” Chan said, approaching with all the confidence in the world. “If you’re willing to sacrifice everything, then perhaps I can do the same.”

You scoffed at his words. “I don’t think our situations are comparable.”

“But they are!” Chan insisted, and one hand wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. “You caught me,” he said with a smile. “I didn’t expect you to walk away with that look in your eyes - the same one you had the very first time I asked you to marry me, like you might reject our life together...”

“Maybe that’s because I am,” you said, and you interrupted Chan before he could argue. “I think I want to move back home. It’s warmer on the West Coast, and I really miss the sunrises in the morning.”

“Oh, darling, you paint such a pretty picture,” Chan purred, leveling you with a salacious smile. “I like the sound of that, and it’s even better when you add us both together.”

“But you’re not coming with me,” you said, and you were proud of the resolve in your tone, even if you were trembling on the inside.

“I’m glad your sense of humor is still intact,” Chan said, and he chuckled as he tossed his cigarette bud onto the street. “Tell me more about this normal life.”

“I’m serious, Chan,” you said, and you once again reached for the door handle to the car. “This is best for both of us. After all, I think we’ve both fucked each other enough at this point, wouldn’t you agree?”

Chan frowned at your carefully chosen words, and there was longing in his eyes when you stepped out of his embrace. “Darling, I never meant a word of staying apart.”

“But I did,” you replied. “I’d send nudes, but I can’t have you tracking my phone.”

Chan growled this time, following you as you opened the door, and he reached out for the top of the frame. “Y/N, I don’t want you to leave me. What can I do to convince you to stay?”

“There’s nothing you can do to stop this...I want my divorce, darling,” you said, smirking in his direction as you lowered yourself into the car, and you started the ignition before driving away into the blossoming sunrise.

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starryseung · 4 years

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nsfw a-z! bang chan

chan ~ minho ~ changbin ~ hyunjin ~ jisung ~ felix ~ seungmin ~ jeongin

a/n; [ REPOST ] can’t believe i wrote this for 2 hours straight lmao

word count; 1.4k words

A: aftercare

chan would be the sweetest man on earth during aftercare. on days he thinks he’s been rougher than usual, he’ll take extra care of you. he knows you get really tired after a good fuck, so he’s most likely to fix the sheets and take care of you. aftercare shows how intimate chan can be with you even outside the bed.

B: body

on himself chan loves his arms (hands). he loves the strength he has and how he asserts it on his partner. he knows the effect it has on his s/o as well, which is probably another reason why that is his favourite body part.

on his partner, chan would love their neck/waist. he seems like someone who would love marking up his partner, admiring how beautiful their hickeys and love bites look. (he might tease you about it too, but that’s another story)

C: cum

chan loves cumming on your stomach. sometimes he feels intimate and would cum inside (with protection/partner on pills) but other times he loves looking at himself on your stomach. he would also rather come in your mouth and make you swallow, but it depends only if you like it or not.

D: dirty secret

he’s recently been wanting to try out a little bondage. he wants to experience the idea of tying/cuffing you up, edging you with some toys. he’s even jacked off to the thought of stimulating you with your hand behind you. he’s been wanting to tell you this for a while but is waiting for the perfect atmosphere.

E: experience

chan has little to no experience. but he’s willing to try out a lot of things with you.

F: favourite position

chan might see like the person to fuck you from behind, but he looks like the person who would want to look at you. he wants to look at how your face contorts as he reaches depths in you, and would definitely prefer missionary.

G: goofy

let’s face it. chan is definitely goofy when he needs to be. depends on if you’re having soft sex or if he’s going down hard. he would smile down at you/chuckle when he feels the need to, making the whole moment so much more than just a senseless fuck.

H: hair

well groomed. not just for his partner, but he likes keeping himself clean in general.

I: intimacy

for chan, intimacy plays a huge role in sex. he wants his s/o to feel comfortable with him, and would do his best to pleasure them. dirty talk, sweet praises, degradation, he can move from simple to extreme real quick.

J: jack off

chan would usually jack off after a stressful day or when you’re not around, to relieve the pent up frustration or just relax.

K: kinks

giving:

chan would be into slight bdsm. he doesn’t intend to inflict pain on his partner, just slight bondage and edging would satisfy him as mentioned. other than that, he would love praises, some slight degradation if he feels you’ve been bad. he also loves eating you out.

receiving:

just like how much he likes giving, he admires when his s/o takes the smallest effort to appreciate his love and affection for them. on the other hand, he loves his partner being submissive.

L: location

just like i mentioned previously, sex might not be something so casual for chan. he likes those few moments of closeness he can spend with his lover, and would definitely have sex in a comfortable place/if you both agree to it.

M: motivation

your small annotations of his love. he loves it when you reciprocate the affection he showers you with; it keeps him going. he appreciates it when his s/o is equally dedicated to keeping him happy.

N: no

pain. he likes the idea of edging his partner, but not to the level where it's physically painful. he doesn’t seem like the person to inflict pain on someone, the same vice versa.

O: oral

y e s. this man can eat you out like he’s been starved for ages. he’d stop only if you tell him to. he knows how to make you feel good with his lips and tongue, sucking and licking at your sweet spots that have you coming in minutes.

i can totally imagine chan addicted to the feeling of your lips around him. he loves the way you gag around him, how you stimulate him at the right places.

P: pace

again, it depends. if one of you is tired/you two are in the soft giggly mood, he’d go slow and sensual, making you feel him reach depth in you. he’d usually go for only one or two rounds in such cases.

if he’s stressed/angry, you’re over. he’d go fast and deep, leaving you shaking under him. he’d only stop if you’re begging him to, which usually happens after you’ve come three-four times.

Q: quickie

he’s 99% in the studio so that’s the most common place for a quickie. never at the dorms, because he has roommates and if one of them finds out he’ll be teased about it to death (even after death).

R: risk

the most risky act he’s done is fuck you on the studio couch. he’d never do anything more, like in the practice rooms or worse, the dorms.

S: stamina

he mentioned he’s an athlete, so he could last for three rounds. on the fourth one it’d be too much for both him and you.

T: toy

like mentioned, he’d love using a vibrator/dildo or some handcuffs on you. simple but dangerously effective. he’d be the kind to make you cum with him simply thrusting the vibrator in and out of you. also handcuffs you to the bedpost and edges you with the dildo until you’re begging to cum.

U: unfair

of c o u r s e he loves teasing you. he’d totally smirk and chuckle while licking up your folds, holding you down by your hips. he’d also enjoy when he’s playing with your hole with his fingers, brushing against your clit every once in a while.

but you teasing him? he stops you instantly and shows you your place. he doesn’t like his dominance stripped away from him, and would definitely be pissed if you’re playing with him.

V: volume

he loves hearing you, drinking in the sounds of your pleasure. he doesn’t appreciate you blocking your pretty voice at all, and would touch you in all the right places to make you moan and whine even when he’s just making out with you.

he would be the person who’d groan and grunt once in a while, feeling your warmth clench around him. otherwise, he whines pretty loudly when you’re sucking him off. also would sometimes purposely groan into your ears to feel you get wetter.

W: wild card

chan loves hickeys. giving and receiving. probably won’t be much of a secret once you two start making out/having sex regularly, but he simply loves the pressure of your lips on his neck or collarbone, slightly biting at the skin to let it darken and stay for the next few days.

while giving hickeys, it’s like he needs to be stopped. he adores the sounds you make while he’s pressing his lips and tongue against your soft skin, licking and nibbling at it. he’d mark you up all the way from your neck to your waist, covering your breast and sometimes even your thighs too.

X: x-ray

he’s on the slightly longer side, but has the girth. he knows he might not be the best out there, but as long as you’re satisfied, he’s loving it. he stretches you perfectly, not too painful or not too displeasing. he’s just perfect.

Y: yearning

he does get needy sometimes, but won’t tell you. he’d sometimes finish up his business by himself, but if he’s working and you call him up all needy and wet, he would 100% get hard at the image of you under him; telling you to wait for him to be home (and probably punishes you after)

Z: zzz

cuddles right after aftercare. he gets tired easily due to his job, and is most likely going to sleep instantly if you simply continue running your fingers through his hair. also loves being the big spoon, but sometimes he doesn’t mind your arm and leg around his waist uwu

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kisskissbanggang · 4 years

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Preoccupied

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[3.2k, 100% smut, sub!Chan x dom!Female reader, idol!au, femdom, teasing, fingering, pegging, Sir/Miss dynamic]

Chan was notorious for taking longer to do the same tasks working late at night than he did during the day. During the day, he would be holed up in the studio for only a few hours before he got pulled away to do something else, but once the sun went down, he could be in there almost until the sun came back up. He would say he just got preoccupied, but everyone was more aware than Chan was that he didn’t like to think he was restless, and it clearly made it difficult for him to focus.

So, in abusing their powers as management, you were assigned to hang out in the studio with Chan at night as his production assistant. The angle, it appeared, was to imply that maybe if he had some help with all his hard work, he wouldn’t be up so late. The trick, apparently, would have to be that he didn’t know, so he couldn’t refuse beforehand.

Which meant that now Chan was staring at you, confused, as you let yourself into the room. He vaguely recognized you from meetings, and he spent that whole first night hardly getting any work done at all. The next night you were together, you made a point to look into it while he tried desperately to focus on his screen.

“Do you wish I wasn’t here, sir?” You asked as you hung out on the couch in the small studio, straight and to the point. Chan hung his head.

“No, it’s not that,” he sighed, “don’t think of it as a you problem at all. And please don’t call me sir. I just can’t believe management. They never had a problem before. This was always my time. That was the whole point.”

If you hadn’t been looking up from your laptop you would’ve missed it, but sure enough as Chan sat up to stretch his back and roll his shoulders, his hands slid up his thighs and you could see him subtly — but unmistakably — squeeze himself.

My time. Of course. The little deviant was in here every other night to jerk off in peace and maybe get some work done, and now you were fucking up everything. But maybe you didn’t have to. Admittedly, not only was everyone aware of Chan’s miserable work/sleep balance, but that he was handsome and eager to please, and you were certainly privy to this observation as well. You decided to be a good assistant and make yourself available. Chan rolled and rotated his shoulder again, combined with a flex in his neck to obviously try and work something out.

“You look sore,” you casually observed, “rough day at practice, sir?”

Chan shrugged and winced. “You don’t have to call me sir, really. I landed on my hand wrong when I went to slide on my knee and ended up overextending.”

“Can I take a look at it? I bet you haven’t told anyone yet.”

He smirked over his shoulder as he nodded for you to come closer. Chan rolled out the chair next to him. “What makes you say that?”

“You don’t like to cause trouble,” you grinned as you closed your laptop and sat beside him. You wheeled the computer chair more behind him and gingerly felt his bothersome shoulder. Nothing felt actually injured, thankfully.

“You got me,” Chan smiled softly. “Prognosis, doctor?”

“I’m sure if you keep off it for a night and hopefully a day you’ll be just fine,” you mused, “but maybe you can rub it out in the meantime.”

“What?” He asked suddenly, his eyebrows dubiously raised.

You raised yours in turn, hoping to take the heat down a little. “Like a massage. I give great back rubs if I do say so myself. Want one?”

Chan relaxed, but not without letting the wary look in his eye linger on you, all over you. It was almost hilarious how instantly excited he was by the prospect. “A back rub? Sure, I’d love one.”

You started so genuinely, letting the heels of your palms press into Chan’s tense back, his knotted shoulders, and he was even letting himself enjoy it. He relaxed back into the chair, his head lolling back a little before he actually groaned in satisfaction, but even then you waited to see if he would give a little more of a hint that he was enjoying it on more than a professional level.

Finally, you got your wish. Chan’s hands gripping the armrests of his chair caught your eye, just like his hips writhing the smallest amount in his seat. You would test the waters, of course, and make sure you weren’t pushing him as you scooted your chair closer. “You know, I bet you carry a lot of tension here, too,” you noted as you let your prodding fingertips run over the front of shoulders, almost down over his chest. He froze momentarily, but he quickly relaxed into you as your hands slowly led your arms to wrap around him from behind, massaging and even teasingly groping him from time to time. His eyes seemed to watch your wandering hands, even as his breathing hitched when you playfully grabbed at his defined pectorals or even teased your fingers down towards his toned stomach. Chan shivered as your lips ghosted over the expanse of his neck, but he hesitated to ask you to actually do it. It looked like you would have to keep teasing until he pushed more, and you were happy to do so.

“What are you going to do to me?” Chan finally, quietly asked, his voice wavering under the weight of his curious arousal.

“You’re the boss,” you shrugged with a grin, “you tell me. I’m here to help you, remember?” You wondered if this was it, if this was where Chan would suddenly come to his senses and put an end to all this.

“Touch me.”

Chan’s request was hushed, bashful, but you weren’t going to let him get away with it that easily. “Touch you where?” You firmly encouraged him, your lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear and making him shudder. “Show me.”

You watched, endlessly pleased as Chan timidly took your hand and guided it down his torso to the thick erection presenting itself through his pants. He pathetically groaned as he figured out you were waiting for him to say it. “I’m so hard. Please touch my cock.”

“Yes sir,” you softly cooed with a smile. Chan whimpered as you all too easily worked his pants open and got a grip on him. He keened at your touch, his hips desperately trying to rut into your hand before you snaked your fingers into his hair and yanked him to lean his head back against your shoulder. “No touching, sir,” you condescended as you pressed your lips to his exposed neck, “you’re supposed to be letting someone else do all the work.”

“Yes, you’re right—“ Chan struggled out as he squirmed, “you’re just — fuck — you’re going so fast.”

“You’ve been staying up too late, remember?” You laughed, loving his beleaguered exhales fighting to stay quiet, “It’s bad for business. You’re supposed to be getting more rest, so I’m helping wear you out.”

“But do you have to go so fast?!” Chan whined, now much more dire as you were making a mess out of his cock, his precum streaked along the length and pooling at the base. When you squeezed, he actually whimpered like a little dog.

“Maybe if you’re good we’ll take it slow next time,” you simpered before you lightly swatted the head of his cock before stroking him again. Chan dumbly nodded, clearly intrigued by the idea of doing this again before he threw his head back in shocked pleasure, only compounded as you lightly bit into his throat and surprised him into an orgasm. You let him spurt into your hands as he sighed in ecstasy, and he didn’t shy away as you made him help you lap up the mess.

Even after he curled up on your lap and dazedly scrolled through his phone on the couch for an hour, humming contentedly as you stroked his hair, Chan still walked you out at midnight, only a few hours after he’d arrived. Management was thrilled. Still, you both refused to reveal your little secret. When you saw each other at a meeting the next day, you both starkly avoided eye contact. He did look cute being a little nervous, though. It made you want more.

So this continued, every other night arriving at the studio to find Chan dutifully waiting for you to call him Sir even while you tortured his dick and made him whimper. He even played into the game. You would be Miss, just like any good assistant, and soon enough Chan learned to sit still while you ground your pussy against his thigh after you pulled his pants down around his ankles. He could even behave while you had him bent over your lap so you could milk his abused cock until he pretty much cried into his orgasm.

But it was a night where you were doing just that when he surprised you. As you gleefully soothed and spanked him with his pants pooled around his shoes, Chan seemed to writhe and squirm each time your fingers brushed up between his legs, getting dangerously close to his hole in a way that was only supposed to make him bashful, but you heard it. You heard the distinct impassioned whine you’d come to adore. His low groans hitched into a yelp as you clutched his length between his legs, your fingers on your other hand reaching over to tease his entrance some more.

“Is there something I can help you with, sir?” Your tone was saccharine, mischievously affectionate. He hesitated before nodding timidly. “Say it, sir. I can’t help you if you don’t.”

“Please, miss,” he croaked, “please touch me there.”

You saved him the added embarrassment of making him be more specific as you made him suck on your fingers anyway, making sure to force him to be nice and sloppy so he could really feel how deliciously naughty this was for you when you pressed the wetted tips of your pointer and middle fingers against his entrance. It didn’t take long before he couldn’t keep his legs shut, rutting against your lap like a slut and his cock and parted lips both drooling on the floor as you worked your digits deep inside him. Chan came so hard in the palm of your hand this time that he almost cried. You gladly held him in your arms after that, even allowing yourselves some extra time to really calm down and hang out so you could kiss his hair and let the aroused flush escape his cheeks. Management wouldn’t be thrilled, but you were, as you chastely kissed Chan goodnight on his cheek with an invitation to be waiting and ready for you next time.

And he was. Ever the gracious boss, you entered the studio to see Chan straddling his usual computer chair backwards, his legs hanging off the sides as he seemed to casually be working. It was wordless, the way you closed the door behind you and sauntered over, but you could both feel how heightened the two of you were. You plucked off the hood of his pullover and stroked your fingers through his hair before you pulled open your bag. He turned to watch now, cutely curious and eyes widening as you set a bottle of lube beside the console. Next, you drew out a modest strap-on with a small vibrator attached. You savored his apprehensive gulp, the way his hands flexed open and closed where they rested on his knees, but he nodded in anticipation nonetheless as you lifted the hem of your skirt and revealed your lack of panties. You pulled on the harness and let the vibrator nestle against your clit, stroking your rubber cock for effect before you took his chin in your hands and pulled him close.

Chan quickly got the idea as his lips touched the tip of your fake cock, and he actually let out a self-conscious moan as he sucked it deep in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing to take in the girth. You smirked as you gripped his hair and fucked his mouth, his pouty lips looking so pretty and shiny with spit where they wrapped around your length. Finally, you pulled him off of you, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your faux dick before you turned him back to face the desk. You pulled out the chair next to him and slid up right behind him just like that first night, only this time you worked his pants and underwear down and around his ankles before you pulled his ass back towards you on the chair.

Your fingertips met much less resistance this time when you played with his entrance, and you smiled thinking of Chan experimenting at the dorm in his free time. He shivered as you grabbed the lube and applied it liberally to the dildo and you got up some, pressing a hand to the small of his back to make him arch his hips before you could tease your length between his legs.

“Please,” Chan licked his lips and groaned, not even needing to be told to ask for it anymore, “please fuck me, miss. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Yes sir,” you smiled as you prodded the head of your cock against his hole. Chan shuddered and let out a series of broken moans and whimpers as you slowly rocked your hips against his ass, his depths gradually becoming more used to how much your length was filling him up. You both shivered now as you bottomed out, your fake cock now flush to the hilt inside him. Chan hissed our a curse under his breath, clutching onto the chair he was bent over as you began to fuck him, and you knew there was little to no need to be gentle anymore. Rather quickly, you were able to manhandle him into quite the compromising position, wantonly sucking and drooling on your fingers as your other hand teased and groped his defined chest, even pinching and thumbing his erect nipples to make him squeal.

“Tell me you like it,” you sweetly commanded as you gripped his hips.

“I love it, miss,” Chan automatically obeyed, “I feel so fucking full.” You gave your good boy a satisfied smack on his ass as you fucked him, making him beg and plead for more. And, of course, if he wanted more you would give him more. You snatched him by the hair and arched his back to pull him close, making him cry out before you clapped a hand over his mouth.

“You know what you need to do tonight, sir?” You darkly smiled.

“What, miss?” He struggled out between your fingers.

“You’ll need to make me cum first. Now I want to see what other positions I can put you in.” You tapped a hand on Chan’s hip to let him know you were pulling out before you gently grappled him from his chair. He got the feeling back in his fawn legs for a moment before you tossed him back onto the couch. He watched, rapt and entirely at your mercy as you pulled him to the edge of the seat, tugging his shoes and pants off so you could more easily draw his knees up to his chest and pin them there. Just to add more to the burn of humiliation he seemed to crave, you stripped him of his shirt as well. It was a risky move, but you were so overcome by your arousal by now, so overwhelmed by his submission that you felt it was worth it for a little fun. You smirked at his shaking eyes as you brushed the tip of your strap-on against his quivering entrance. The vibrations against your clit were working in tandem with his look of absolute ecstasy when you slid back inside him to emphasize the orgasm building inside you. “My goodness, sir,” you cooed, “this would be quite the compromising position to be found in.”

“What?” Chan asked, eyes quaking in just the way you wanted.

“You heard me,” you teased, “our strong, manly leader with his legs in the air getting fucked by an assistant like a little slut.” Chan’s eyes screwed shut as the blush draping his cheeks deepened in the cutest way, and you grabbed his cock in your hand to stroke him and make him squirm before you thrust your hips against him harder. “Say it, sir.”

“Say what?” Chan’s lip quivered, entirely at your mercy.

“You’re smarter than that,” you admonished as you jerked him faster, “say you’re a little slut, say you love to get fucked.”

“I love to get fucked like a little slut,” Chan complied, hardly decipherable through his whimpers.

“Very good, sir,” you praised, “now you better not cum until I do.”

“Yes miss,” he choked out, “yes, I won’t cum until you do.” You and Chan clutched onto each other as you were still pinning his knees to his shoulders, your other hand not letting up its relentless pace on his cock as your orgasm was climbing its peak. You were infatuated with the tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. So much so, in fact, that you were still blindsided by your climax finally hitting you.

“Fuck,” you croaked, “I’m gonna — now, cum with me now—!”Your orgasm hit you like a punch to the gut, making you clench and shut your eyes so tight that you saw stars as Chan let out a shattered moan, his cum shooting out onto his chest, his chin, his throat. He was an absolute mess, his brow dripping with sweat and his cheeks and chest still beautifully flushed, even as you finally calmed down enough to pull out of him.

Chan’s chest heaved as he fought to regain his breath and composure, but even still he couldn’t help but shudder as you knelt down and came up between his legs as they once again regained feeling. You took your time, gently and sweetly lapping up his mess while he watched, absently stroking your hair as he calmed down. Chan gratefully let you help him get re-dressed and fix him back up until he was good as new, albeit maybe a little stickier and ruffled. But as you pet his hair back into place, Chan surprised you one more time as he pulled you onto his lap on the couch, holding you in his arms before he tipped your chin down to finally kiss you.

“I know this is our little secret,” he murmured against your lips, “but I stay up too late outside of the studio, too.”

Really, you thought about it. You’d avoided giving him your number before now and you mostly only ever saw him at meetings. Any chance Chan had of trying to ask you out seemed slim, especially as he looked so sweetly into your eyes.

“Sure,” you excitedly nodded, “we’ll see.”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skzsmutnet #sub!idol #bang chan x reader #bang chan breakdown #OOPS this turned out way bigger than just a drabble oops

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wherevermyway · 4 years

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i just want my sweater back | bang chan | smut | oneshot

pairing: established!bang chan x female!reader rating: explicit! 18+ warnings: sexual content (including soft dom!reader, whiny sub!bang chan), profanity, some degradation, chan has a scent kink and a thing for feet, talk of exhibitionism, talk of masturbation. someone also says “i l*ve you,” ew. dumb note: i was wine-drunk when i came up with this so i can’t guarantee it’s any good but it’s thirsty asf, oop - word count: 2,149 also on AO3 here recommended tracks: often by the weeknd, skin by rihanna for: @skzctnightnight since we were talking about subby chan. love you. ♥

it was simple, really: your boyfriend, bang chan, wanted his sweater back. sure, he wanted it back because it smelled like you, but he still wanted it back. why he really wanted it back wasn’t really important.

“Baby,” Chan whined, lightly tugging on the pullstrings of the hoodie you were wearing. “Can you please just give it back to me? You can have a different one of mine. I just want my sweater back.”

You shook your head a couple of times, honestly loving watching him unravel as he begged and pleaded for you to return his well-worn black sweater. “It’s warm and I wanna keep wearing it. It’s January, baby. This is my favourite sweater, too.” In his defence, you did have it for about a week straight at this point, deliberately wearing it every single day, because you knew.

Deep down inside, you knew he secretly wanted it for nefarious purposes. Whenever he stopped by to visit you, you would always find a suspicious amount of worn clothing missing from your laundry basket. Miraculously, you always managed to find them in his dirty clothes pile back in his dorm, conspicuous new stains somehow appearing every time before he had washed them.

“Yeah, it’s January, which means I’m cold, too,” you mockingly whine back at him. “What am I gonna do when you take the best sweater anyone could ask for? Freeze?“ You weren’t actually bothered by his request, but you did like making him squirm a little bit.

Chan groans, tilting his head back. “Baby,” he whines. You loved watching him unravel at the smallest things. He took in a long, calculated breath and brought his head back down to give you a pleading stare. “Pretty please.”

Those were the magic words that you knew he wanted you to proceed with reckless abandon, unless he uttered a safeword. “So,” you say, reaching in your pocket as you pull out a pair of your worn panties that you found in his laundry basket earlier, “are you gonna admit the truth? You want your sweater back so you can make it filthy because you love the way I smell? Make it filthy like my stolen panties?”

He blinks a couple of times, trying to act natural, like you hadn’t caught him in the act. Syllables sputter from his mouth, but he can’t quite make them string together in his favour. He shakes his head side to side nervously.

“Lock the door and return to me on your knees,” you confidently say, as you sit up on his bed. Chan takes in a deep breath, turning on his heel to lock his door. He then returns in front of you, timidly taking his assumed position, tucking his wrists behind his back, looking down at the floor.

“Are you going to be a good little slut?” You lean down, lifting his chin to look up towards you. “Are you going to be honest and admit to me why you really wanted your sweater back?”

Chan’s eyes look up to yours for a brief moment before returning to the ground. “I’m sorry, mistress,” he whines, biting his lip back.

“What is it, baby?” You croon with a sickly sweet tone, waiting for him to confess his sins to you. “Are you embarrassed?”

Chan sucks back a quick breath and closes his eyes in shame. “I love the way you smell, mistress, especially after a long week like this.”

“Is that so?” A devious smile comes up on your face. “What does my naughty little slut do when he steals his mistress’ well-worn clothing and has it to himself?”

The man in front of you uncomfortably whines, shifting around awkwardly and allowing for the arousal between his legs to settle for a moment. “I use your clothes,” he mewls with no real answer.

“That’s a terrible answer,” you say, pressing your clothed foot up against his erection, eliciting a soft, but needy gasp from the man beneath you. Chan shudders and curls into himself a bit. “You know it, too, so you’d best be honest before I’m forced to punish you.”

The truth was, Chan loved it when you pushed him around like this. He loved it when the two of you would have little quickie sessions around the dorm. Nearly every time the two of you snuck around the house for a quick fuck, you would slide your panties off and press them to his lips, using them as a makeshift gag. He knew that if any of the other guys saw him in such compromising positions, nobody would take him seriously again, and something about that caused his heart to pump faster.

There was a time where Minho almost caught both of you in the studio. You had been leaning up against the console table and Chan was peering up your skirt, staring at your exposed skin. Your foot was up against Chan’s crotch, panties crumpled up in your hand, as the door opened. You made a quick movement, readjusting yourself to just look like you were leaning against the panel, giving Chan a firm scolding for working so hard and for so long.

“I’mjust looking for a flash drive, don’t mind me,” Minho awkwardly stated as he grabbed something off of the coffee table behind Chan. He made a pointed effort not to look at either of you, but he did have a smirk on his face before he darted back out through the front door.

“Oh my god,” Chan whined, bending forward, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “I thought he was gonna catch us and I was gonna lose it.” He sighed, keeping his palms behind his back. “Mistress, I’m so close, I’m gonna fucking come,” he had whined. “Please, please, please,” he whimpered and opened his mouth as he waited for you to shove your panties into the open space.

It had only been maybe a month or two ago. Both you and Chan had enjoyed the thought of getting caught, but if he was caught submitting to someone else by his bandmates? There would have been no greater sin. It was a source of internal conflict for him, but he loved it.

You press your foot against him a bit firmer, a devious grin on your face. “This is your last warning, baby. Tell me what you do to yourself, what you have the audacity to do with your mistress’ clothing.”

“I,” he starts, a blush creeping up on his face. “Sometimes, I’ll lay in bed when the guys are asleep, and I’ll,” he breaks eye contact with you and closes his eyelids in shame. “I’ll take a pair of your panties from my collection, hold them up to my face while I touch myself and then when I get close, I…” his voice trails off and you run your foot up the length of his cock slowly, from your toes all the way to your heel. Chan rolls his head back and tries to stifle a moan.

“When you get close, you…?”

“I’ll come all over your panties, hide them under my pillow. I don’t want the guys to know about it, so I just kinda keep them there until the morning. I think about it while I fall asleep.”

“Stand up,” you command. Chan obediently does as he’s told, keeping his hands behind his back and avoiding eye contact with you. “So, let me get this straight,” you move to undo the button on his pants, slowly unzipping them, “you’re such a horny slut that you not only jerk off while there are other people in the room, trying to sleep, but you also steal your mistress’ panties and clothing and disrespectfully use them as cumrags?”

Chan meekly nods his head.

“I didn’t hear you,” your voice is stern as you pull his pants down, letting them fall to his ankles. “Use your words and look at me, my filthy slut.”

“Yes, mistress,” he whimpers, turning to look at you. “I get so turned on thinking about you that I can’t help it. Sometimes, I think Changbin can hear me. I don’t know if he actually does, but that turns me on, too.”

“Yeah?” You question, pulling Chan closer to you by the hips and you stand up. “Get on the bed, baby, then tell me more about what you’re thinking.”

Chan does as you ask, making sure to keep his hands behind the small of his back. “I always think about what the other guys would think if they knew about all of the things that you do to me, mistress.”

He inhales sharply as you pull his briefs off, tossing them to the side as his cock quivers as it springs free. You unbutton your jeans and slide them off, watching Chan as he tries so hard not to look at you.

“If they saw me being submissive to you,” he chokes out and his cock twitches in response to whatever he’s thinking about, “I’d never live it down. I’d be so embarrassed, but, honestly, it would be so hot. I just picture them talking down to me, calling me such terrible things. I’d be the group’s slut, not their leader.”

Some precum starts to leak from the tip of his cock, and you bite your lip between your teeth. “You are a slut, but you’re my slut, baby.” You slide your fingers against the crotch of your panties, making sure to get as much fluid mopped up, seeping into the fabric as possible. When the silky fabric is completely soaked through, you slide your panties off and present them in front of Chan’s face.

His eyes immediately open wide as he stares at the panties in front of his face, then he darts his eyes to you, his pupils dilating instantly. “Mistress, please,” he whines, awkwardly shifting a bit.

You drop them unceremoniously over his face. “I’m not gonna gag you this time, baby,” you say softly, bending down to his ear. “So, do your best and make sure that you stay good and quiet so your friends don’t hear all the lewd noises you’re going to make for me. Understood?”

Chan nods his head feverishly. “Yes, mistress, I understand,” he breathes out, rolling his eyes back as he takes in the scent of you.

You get on the bed and throw a leg over Chan’s hips, positioning yourself over his lengthy, throbbing cock. As you slowly slide yourself down on him, Chan must have briefly forgotten he didn’t have anything in his mouth to absorb his moans. He lets out a choked cry, moaning until you bend down, pushing the panties up above his lips to give him a quick kiss and gently bite his bottom lip.

“You’ve gotta be quiet, baby,” you whisper, “unless you want everyone to hear you. Is that what you want?”

Chan bites his lip back, trying so hard to not make any loud noises, and he shakes his head. “N-no, mistress,” he manages to choke out , “but I’m not gonna last long, I feel it already.” A look of embarrassment washes over his partially visible face and he goes back to nibbling on his lips.

“That’s okay, baby,” you say as you quickly bring your hips down against his. Chan’s eyes tear open, rolling back as he arches his back up and lets out a soft, strangled cry. “You can make it up to me after.”

“Wanna,” Chan whimpers, “ah, wanna make you happy, mistress.” You sit back on your heels and grind up and down on his cock, enjoying how it completely fills you up and puts pressure on all of the right places inside of you. “Make you come with my tongue. Gonna make you come so hard, mistress,” he continues to pant out.

“What a good little slut,” you say in a hushed tone, rolling your pelvis up against Chan’s. “I’m gonna make you come inside me, then make you clean all of it up, baby.”

“Ah, fuck,” Chan groans, his body shifting in discomfort. “Mistress, I’m already, ah, can I please?”

“‘Please’, what? Use your words.”

“Please let me come inside you, mistress.” He writhes a bit and bites his lip so hard that the skin starts to turn white. “Please let your filthy slut come.”

You grind up against his cock a few more times, then trail a hand down his chest. “Come for me, baby.”

It happens almost instantaneously. Chan arches his back higher and lets out a desperate, choked-up moan as you feel his cum spill inside of you. “Fuck,” he whines, shaking beneath you a bit before he’s able to settle back down. You pull the panties off of his face, and a warm smile creeps up on your face. Watching Chan unravel was always your favourite part of being intimate with him.

You look down at Chan, bending at the waist to give him a deep, loving kiss. “I love you, Chan,” you bend down to his ear and whisper, “but I’m running out of panties thanks to you.”

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cherryeol04 · 4 years

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Late Night (M)

Pairings: Jisung x Reader Genre: Smut, humor, romance? Word Count: 3k Author’s Note: I feel like the ending was rushed a bit and not my best. But I wrote this instead of sleeping, so I hope you enjoy another Jisung from yours truly! 💖💖

The dream you had left you hot and bothered in a way that you hadn’t felt for quite some time. That was the sad reality you faced when dating an idol. Going weeks, if not months, without being near each other and the only thing to placate you were sleep deprived nightly messages that half the time didn’t make any sense and rushed good morning texts that usually didn’t make it to you until well in the afternoon. It was a struggle and in times like this, it really showed. It was still relatively early in the morning, you were sure and a quick glance at the clock told you it was only 4am.

Very fucking early in the morning. Way too early to even be horny, but you couldn't deny the fact that you were with the way your pussy throbbed between your legs and a carnal urge was trying to take over your body. The dream had been so explicit and had seemed so real that when you woke up, a wave of sadness washed over you. Just moments ago you had your boyfriend's cock in your hand, his breathy moans filling the room as you worked your tongue over the smooth, mushroom head. The taste that filled your mouth as precum leaked freely into it was so familiar and warm that there was no way you could have been dreaming. But you were and you absolutely hated both your brain and body.

With a groan, you rolled onto your side, hand reaching out to grab at your cellphone - wincing when the light of the screen hurt your pupils. It took a moment to adjust to the light, but eventually you did as you unlocked the phone and went straight to your messages. There were about 45 unread, most coming from the group chat you had with the boys. Normally it was filled with random dad jokes from Changbin, or cute cat videos and ASMR videos from Minho and Jeongin. You skipped it for now. Your mind was set on messaging your boyfriend, though you were almost 100% sure that he wouldn't be able to do anything. You knew Stray Kids was busy preparing for a comeback which meant long hours of practice in every department, meetings upon meetings and countless photoshoots and video shoots for trailers and music videos.

It was very hectic and you had to commend them for their dedication to the job. Their passion for music and being an idol clearly showed in times like these. But as a consequence it left you boyfriendless for months, with only your hand and your toys to take care of you. And while your favorite clit stimulator always got the job done, there was only so much you could take before you really started to crave the real thing. And it seemed like you were finally at your breaking point.

Baby

Are you awake?

Baby

No. Who in their right mind would be awake at this hour?

Baby

Jisung....

Baby

Y/n....

Baby

Come over~

Baby

It's 4am! I got practice at 6!

Baby

Then why are you still awake???

Baby

.....

So when and why did you want me to be there?

Baby

Now, and because I miss you

Baby

I miss you too but that's not a very good reason for me to get a ride across town at 4am.

Baby

I'm horny and dreamt of you

Baby

Oh? Do tell~

Baby

Not until you come over

Baby

😩 I'll see what I can do

Baby

Don't forget your key~

You had to admit, it was rather easy to convince Jisung to come over. Though there wasn't really a guarantee that would come over. It wasn't like he actually drove and could just hop in a car and make his way to your place. He would either have to wake a manager and ask for a ride, or somehow find some sort of public transportation. And walking was certainly out of the picture because it would be way after 6 am before he could even make halfway to your house. A part of you felt sorry for even suggesting he come over, but another part of you hoped he was able to find a ride and get over as quickly as possible.

The dream was still fresh in your mind, plaguing your thoughts as you tried to focus on anything but the idea of Jisung coming over. But it was there, standing proud and erect in the forefront of your brain and you were becoming increasingly aware of just how much you desperately missed his cock. Well, you missed Jisung too, but you were particularly fond of the appendage that hung between his legs. But honestly, who could blame you? He wasn't small, but he wasn't overly big either. If you had to put a word to it, he was about average size, but his cock was absolutely perfect. The skin was tan, much like the rest of Jisung's body which you absolutely adored, the head usually a pale pink unless he was really hot and bothered. Then it became ruddy and looked so divine and juicy enough to eat.

You groaned as your mind wandered further, lost in the memories of the weight of Jisung's cock in your mouth, as it always filled it out nicely. You could feel yourself drooling at the thought, frowning slightly. Get a hold of yourself. There was no point in fantasizing about it yet. A quick touch to your phone screen showed no new messages from Jisung and after double checking your chat with him, there wasn't anything indicating he wasn't coming. There was still hope.

With hopes of distracting your dreadfully dirty mind, you grabbed the TV remote and after fiddling with it for a bit, you turned YouTube back on and just randomly hit one of the videos in your recommended list. It was some movie review channel that was reviewing one of your favorite film series Hellraiser. It was good enough and within mere seconds of the video playing, you were drawn in and actually managed to forget about both Jisung and the dream. For the better part of twenty minutes, you were so engrossed in the video, snickering at the little quipes the reviewer gave here and there while discussing the movie that you didn't hear the door of your apartment being unlocked, or the soft footsteps growing closer to your bedroom door.

So blind were you to the outside world, that it wasn't until you felt cold fingers grazing over your shoulder that you became aware of the presence in your room. Startled, you jerked up, eyes landing on Jisung as he stood there with an almost sheepish expression if it weren't overshadowed but the dark circles under his eyes and you could clearly see just how exhausted he was. A pang of guilt bubbled up in your stomach and you really regretted inviting him over. You regretted all the dirty thoughts you had about what you would do to him if he did show up. At that very moment, you wanted nothing more than to lay him down on your bed and make him go to sleep. Would that leave you incredibly unsatisfied and most likely angry in the morning? Yes, but it would be worth it to make sure Jisung was getting sleep, even if only for a couple hours before he had to be up again.

"You came."

"I did." He flashed you a gummy smile that warmed your heart and you opened your arms towards him. With a soft sigh, he climbed into the bed and practically fell into them, head nuzzling against your chest as you both settled down. Running your fingers through his hair, you hummed softly while placing a gentle kiss to the top of head. "So, gonna tell me your dream?" he muttered and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I suppose so. You did come all the way over to see me~" you cooed teasingly. He snorted and lifted his head, eyes staring up at you curiously and you had to stop yourself from pinching his cheeks because he was just too damn cute. "I had a dream that I could make you cum in 3 seconds."

"Pfft, I wish. The amount of orgasms I could have during the day." he laughed and you rolled your eyes at him.

"I'm serious. All I had to do was get on my knees and you were instantly hard and two licks to your cock and you were cumming." You shifted under him, arms tightening around him with undisclosed desire and you buried your face into his shoulder. God you wanted him so much, that even just telling him the bare basics of the dream had you horny all over again.

"It would take more than two licks, kitten." he practically purred into your ear and you couldn't stop the whimper that left your lips. "But you are right, I would be so hard if you dropped to your knees in front of me." Daring to look at him, you pulled back. What greeted you was such an erotic sight. Even in the dim light of the room, you could see just how blown his pupils were, eyes staring so intensely at you that you physically shivered from the lust flashing through them. "Is that why you called me here? So you could blow me?" he asked, head tilting to the side.

"Uh...yeah?" You didn't sound too sure, but really that had been your intention - to get your hands back on Jisung's cock and be reminded of just how good he tasted. "Please?" You tacked on at the end, just for good measures. He smiled, swooping down into what was anything but a kiss. Your lips barely touched and it left you yearning for me. God damn it. He was such a tease. Pulling away, Jisung flopped over on to his back, arms moving to rest behind his head.

"Well then, have at it." The nonchalance of the situation only fueled your arousal and you were scrambling onto your hands and knees before you knew it. Moving between his legs, you reached up with one hand and palmed over him. His cock twitched slightly at the touch and you could feel it filling out the longer you stroked him. It was hot, you couldn't lie, watching the way it bobbed and lifted, tenting the sweatpants he was wearing. Leaning in, you mouthed at his dick, tongue running roughly against the pilled fabric. Soft groans filled the air and you glanced up, eyes locking with Jisung's hooded ones watching you. His lips were slightly parted and wet, another groan leaving them as your fingers toyed with the head of his cock. With a light touch, you pressed against the slit, grinning as precum soaked through, wetting your finger. Teasing just a bit more, you gathered more of the liquid before sitting up and bringing your finger to your mouth.

You made a show of it, parting your lips and letting your tongue swipe against your fingertip, moaning lewdly while wrapping your lips around your finger and giving it a few sucks. There wasn’t much of a taste, but that really didn��t matter. You were doing this more for Jisung than for yourself and judging from the way he shifted on the bed, fists clenched tightly in the sheets, it was doing a great job riling him up. “Taste good, kitten?” You pulled your finger out with a pop, licking your lips as a feline-like grin spread across your face.

“Delicious.” Humming softly to yourself, you scooted closer to his body, fingers grasping his waistband and giving a light tug. “Your kitten’s hungry.” you pouted at him, laughter leaving him as he lifted his hips up enough for you to slide his pants and boxers down in one go.

“Well we can’t have that, now can we?” he mused, raising himself up on his elbows. You gave a hum of acknowledgment, though your attention was currently taken by the beautiful cock that laid so proudly against his abdomen, head already a ruddy shade with a pearl of precum beaded at the top. Reaching down, Jisung wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a few pumps, soft grunts leaving his parted lips. His thumb swiped over the tip, gathering what precum was there and held it out towards you. “Come on baby. Come and eat.”

Tossing his pants over the side of the bed, you leaned over him and took the offered thumb into your mouth, tongue swiping against the slightly salty skin - licking it nice and clean. Sucking on it, you smirked at the small ‘fuck’ Jisung uttered before pulling off the finger. Shifting closer, you pressed your lips against his in a deep and heated kiss that lasted for only a few short seconds - a calculated move you made just to tease him for the barely there kiss he had given you earlier. Jisung whined, trying to chase after your lips as you moved away and you pressed your hand against his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed. Throwing one of your legs over his, you settled yourself over him, lowering down and running your tongue from the base to the tip.

“Oh fuck.” The moan he released went straight through you, your pussy throbbing more at the sound and the taste on your tongue. You were tempted to lower your hips down and rub against his leg, but you held back. While you wanted to get off, right now it was about him and fulfilling your dream in some capacity. You repeated the action a few times, stopping just short of the slit and watched with lidded eyes as more precum oozed out and slowly rolled down the side of his cock. “Babe, thought you were hungry?” It was a mixture of a whine and question, and did nothing except make Jisung sound absolutely wrecked and you hadn’t even done anything. Giggling to yourself, you gripped the base of his dick as you enveloped the head with your mouth.

You sank down slowly, tongue working flicking against any part of the velvety flesh that was filling your mouth. You took your time, stopping when you reached your limit and letting him just rest there, hot and heavy against your tongue. God, you had missed this so much, just being so intimate with Jisung. Fingers carded through your hair, tangling in the strands as Jisung breathed heavily, body tense and vibrating slightly with the way he was trying to stop the tremors coursing through him. “Y/n, fuck. Stop teasing and suck my dick.” You didn’t think it was possible, but Jisung sounded even more wrecked than he had before. Humming lightly around him, pulling a sharp hiss from him, you slowly began bobbing your head. Pulling up, you gave two hungry sucks against the head before sinking back down, tongue pressing and rubbing against the vein on the underside of his cock. It was easy to start a rhythm, spurred on by Jisung’s moans. The faster you moved and the harder you sucked, the louder he got and the wetter you became.

Jisung attempted to lift his legs and plant his feet on the mattress, but was stopped when his shin came in contact with your wet panties. Moaning around him, you rocked your hips down against him, whimpers filling the air as you grinded against him. His cock twitched and throbbed in your mouth, your eyes lifting to watch his face. Jisung had his head thrown back, eyes closed as he got lost in the feeling of your hot mouth around him. Every now and again his hips would twitch and try to lift, but he seemed to restrain himself which you were thankful for. You really weren’t in the mood to choke tonight.

Pulling off until just the head was between your lips, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked while your hand stroked the rest of his cock. “Shit.” he hissed, back arching off the bed. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You moaned around him, hand picking up speed as excitement bubbled up inside you. Your free hand came down, fingers stroking over his balls and it was like you pulled the trigger. Jisung tugged harshly at your hair and you popped off quickly, lips parts as you pressed the head against your tongue. Jisung pulsed and throbbed in your grip as he came, long sticky strings of white coating the inside of your mouth and as you swallowed, you were surprised to find that it didn’t taste like the normally bitter cum you were used to. You made a mental note to thank whichever member you had to for helping to change Jisung’s diet for the better.

You suckled lightly on the tip, milking the rest of the cum out of his body and when he whimpered at the overstimulation, you finally released him from your grip. Sitting up, you licked your lips clean, smiling down at Jisung’s panting form. “Mmm, thank you for the delicious meal.”

“Pleasures….all mine.” he nearly gasped out, letting out a stuttering sigh as he tried to control his breathing. “Fuck that was amazing, as always.” Weakly, he lifted his arms towards you and you crawled up his body and into his embrace. Snuggling against him, you pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, a content sigh leaving you as you let yourself settle down, arousal slowly fading. Jisung attempted to pay you back, his hands wandering lower, but you stopped him and at his confused look, you simply shook your head.

“Not tonight.”

“Seriously? I get a blowjob and you get nothing?” he asked, confused.

“Um, I got to give a blowjob? It’s all I wanted honestly.” You confessed with a shrug. “Next time though.” You left the sentence open, letting Jisung’s mind supply images of what you could do next time and while laying in the comforting silence of the room, halfway to dream land, you swore you heard Jisung mutter something about trying anal. But that was a conversation for another time.

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lordseochangbin · 4 years

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First Date - Lee Felix

Lee Felix x Reader SMUT

A/N: no words... this is kinda :O

It seemed like a scene straight out of a porn movie.

Felix walked you to the door, a slight brush of his shoulders felt against yours as you looked at each other in silence.

“I… I guess this is goodbye then” Felix chuckled, holding onto your hands and waving them around momentarily.

“I had a lot of fun Felix, I hope we can go out again some other time” You smiled at him in response. You could feel like your heart thumping like a madman, your first date with Felix had come to a close at precisely 11:57 PM and you knew your parents would’ve given up on waiting for you and had fallen asleep.

You couldn’t tell where your sudden panic had stemmed from, was it the fact that you were going on a date with the Lee Felix? Or was it the sexual tension that had risen which every passing second, the arousal that had stained your panties or the dirty thoughts that had popped up in your mind every now and then?

Felix looked around to pass time before grabbing your attention, “I don’t know if I should ask this but… can I kiss you?” His cheeks reddened at his words and you could tell he was being sincere.

“Please” You sighed as his lips connected with yours. The feeling was almost euphoric. Your body had lost all weight as he suddenly pushed you against your front door, his hand hiking up your dress making you squeak in response.

Felix pulled away from your lips, “W-was that too much?”

“God no, keep going,” You said, pulling on the collar of his shirt to meet his lips in a desperate kiss. In that moment you two seemed all over each other, Felix’s hand making their way up your dress as he grabbed your ass.

“Fuck, you’re so hot” He groaned as wrapped one leg around his waist to pull him cover. Your hands found purchase in his hair as your head met the door again. You felt your back being stabbed by the knob but the pain was ignored by the feeling of Felix’s hand holding your wet core against his hard cock, making your gasp at how hard he was.

“Let’s go inside” You mumbled in the midst of a giggle as you used one hand to open the door.

Felix picked you up so that your legs were wrapped around his waist, biting your bottom lip and making you whimper before you could cover your lips with your hand. “My parents are upstairs” You chuckled.

God the way Felix’s ego boosted at the thought of fucking you with your parents next door. Closing the door behind you, you watched as Felix carried to two of you upstairs before pointed at your room. Small giggles of excitement left the two of you as he suddenly opened the door.

As your feet met the floor, you closed your bedroom door and made small steps to push Felix onto the bed behind him, his hands catching himself as you crawled on top of him. “Are you sure you want to do this babe?” He asked, pants leaving his lips as his arms tangled around your waist.

“Yes Felix.. please” You whined. Your request was met when Felix’s hands found themselves under your dress once again, pulling your wet panties aside and thrusting his digits in and out of you.

“So wet for me darling” He purred against your ear before flipping you two so that you were against the bed.

Fitting in between your legs, Felix stretched your walls with the tip of his tongue. His tongue worked wonders on you as he licked and licked, the sounds for both you and him filling the room. Your back arched as his tongue pried their way through your pussy, your chest heaving in delight and anticipation of an orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck me dumb please”

Felix slapped your thigh at your words, making you jump in place. “Patience, princess” He rolled his eyes before pulling away from between your legs. His hand circled behind your neck and pulled you into another kiss, your hands grabbing his hair as he rolled his body against yours.

Despite feeling clothed, you could feel everything. His broad chest, his flexed thighs, his hardened cock. Every muscle tensed as you thought about how good he would feel inside you and that’s when you decided to take action.

Grabbing his shoulders, you pushed him so that his head met the pillows. “What are you doing?” He asked before you could unzip his pants, taking off the restraints one by one and freeing his pretty cock.

“Are you going to.. fuck-” He let out as your hands wrapped around his member, slowly pumping it. “Do you like this daddy?” You asked in an innocent tone, making Felix throw his head back in pleasure.

“Yes babygirl, wanna feel your pretty mouth take-” Before he could even finish, you wrapped your lips around his cock, going down on his as much as you could allow yourself to. You didn’t take mercy o your gag reflexes as you pushed yourself further down his cock, choking on it and bobbing your head up and down to feel more. “Shit, shit” He groaned, bucking his hips into your mouth.

The action felt so fluid, he was fucking your face so perfectly. His hands grabbed your hair in a make-shift ponytail as he felt his orgasm coming. “I’m so close baby girl, let me finish inside you” He bit his lip as you let go of his cock, a small “pop!” leaving your lips as you kissed his inner thighs.

“God, you can’t get your lips off me can you gorgeous?” He whispered, sitting against the backboard of your bed. He grabbed your hips to place you on his left thigh, taking a few seconds to lift you up and strip you bare before setting you on his cock again.

This time you had teased him, grabbing his shoulders and merely brushing the surface of his cock on your wet folds. Sliding in and out, waiting for him to beg to be inside you.

“Come on, don’t do me dirty like this princess” He mumbled as his eyes closed in bliss. Your lips met his neck, peppering kisses on the skin as your free hand grabbed his cock, brushing the tip inside your folds, teasing him.

“Daddy, fuck me please” Your head fell into his neck as he suddenly jerked his hips against yours, his cock stretching your walls instantly. Biting onto his neck, your teeth left marks as you tried to make sure not to be too loud so your parents could hear.

Suddenly that started to become less of a concern as Felix continued his assault on you. You could feel your breasts bouncing against the fabric of his shirt, quick to unbutton, and rip it off as you two fucked on the sheets.

“Such a pretty girl” He groaned, pulling a piece of hair behind your ear.

It was embarrassing how quick it was to reach your high, and Felix could feel his coming as well when you tightened around his cock. “Just release princess,” He said, his grip on your waist tightening before he could ask, “Can I come inside you?”

The words had left his lips in a whisper, an almost genuine whisper making you nod and bit your lip. You wanted to cum now, and right now. Once Felix had seen your gestures, he didn’t allow any time to pass as he was spurting inside you, a moan leaving your lips as your high followed after his.

Feeling the moonlight cast on your two bodies, drips of sweat and cum revealed as your lips met again, you couldn’t help but roll your hips against his again. You wanted to feel more, give more. You weren’t going to leave Felix’s touch which felt almost addicting.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” He smirked, a chuckle leaving his lips at how helpless you looked.

With your agape lips, pants leaving you like you had done so much labor, your pretty cunt stuffed with his cum, it was a picture for the books. He wanted to see more.

Picking you up, he slammed your body against the wall. Your breasts felt tight against the wall’s surface and you threw your head back to peck Felix’s lips. Your hands reached behind your back to grab Felix’s cock before he could slap your ass. One, two slaps were heard. “Needy brat” He groaned, his lips pecking behind your neck before his member could dig between your ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck” you gasped, allowing your face to meet the wall as your hands grasped for anything to grab on. Felix’s hands wrapped around your waist as he thrust inside you, your lips tasting of blood as you bit on it.

“My little fuck doll, so beautiful” he moaned into your ear, as your hips continued to meet his.

His hands met your breasts as he pinched both nipples, grabbing them as he started to thrust inside you faster. “I’m so close” You mumbled.

“Me too princess” He replied in a soft voice as he slowed down, one hand letting go of your breast and cupping your core as you cummed.

He pulled out of you quickly, cumming all over your ass and letting his body fall into yours.

Turning around, you pulled him into a hug, his head buried deep into your neck. “Stay the night” you whispered into his ear.

“And how about your parents?” He asked, his hands cupping your cheeks.

“With all of the noise we made, I’m sure they’re already planning a breakfast for four” You giggled, pressing your lips on his before he could kiss you back.

“Does this mean we’re dating?” He shyly asked.

“Fuck yes, this means we’re dating”

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yourdaddychan · 4 years

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Request 8

warning : smut, danger, angst, lowkey soft sex, unsafe sex [ dont be stupid, wear a fucking condom ]

a/n : this is a short one guys

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Chan rubs your belly with worry as a black car parks outside your large house. Big men with guns get out, loading their guns with bullets. You shiver and look at Chan with tear-filled eyes. “Channie…” You begin, voice small, a tear threatening to fall. For the longest time, you and Chan were on the run, hiding from his original gang members. He quit for your safety. Even though you knew what you were getting into, you couldn’t help staying away from your soulmate. Chan warned you against it, your parents warned you against it, and even your closest friends warned you against it. But you knew that your place was right next to Chan, just how it was meant to be.

Your husband shushes you, rubbing his thumb across your lip and eyes, comforting you. “Babygirl, we’ll be alright.” You shudder again, unable to keep the shivers out of your body. Unlike other times, Chan’s warmth provided little help to the chills that were spreading throughout your body. Chan shifts into a crouch as the men get closer to you. “Babygirl, come on. We have to keep moving. Remember the passage I had shown you earlier?” You nod slowly and move on your knees, wincing as Chan pulls you up. “You okay?”

You nod again, smiling up at the love of your life. “I’m okay, darling.” He smiles back at you, rubbing your belly as reassurance again. Ever since you told him you were pregnant, Chan had this habit of rubbing your belly, as if showing the baby who his father was. It was also his way to calm himself down, reminding himself of the two loves of his life.

Before you were married to him, the two of you would flit around the state, escaping from the gang members that constantly pursued him. You had got used to that lifestyle until Chan finally found a home for the three of you. Complete with a passage leading to a car, he knew that this was the place for you. For two years, you had lived in that house in fear, ready to move at a moment’s notice. That day finally came today.

Chan leads you through the house carefully, watching you for any pain. He pulls down a fake book which opens up a fake staircase. “Right through here, princess.” You giggle as he bows, bringing humor into even the worst situations. He always knew how to make you feel better.

You both run into the passage, closing it right before the men barge through the door. Taking deep breaths, you try to slow down your heart from pounding as heavily as it was earlier. Chan watches you worriedly and moves to rub your back.

He moves closer to you, lips brushing against your ear. “How about I take your mind off of this, hm?” Your breath hitched at his deep voice, which seemed to get deeper every second he talked. He gently tugs your shirt off your body and stares at your naked top, intoxicated with your body. Slowly, he looks up and down, relishing what he sees, for it may be the last time he sees it. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He growls, somehow able to make a compliment sound hot.

You whine at his raspy words and breathed out a single word. "Please..."

That word alone caused Chan to snap, breaking all the self-control he had put himself under. "Aww, how cute." He cooed, tilting his head condescendingly. "My little whore is already begging for my cock? What did I do, besides take off your shirt, hm? My cockslut needs to be used already?"

You bite back a moan as Chan moves it to take the clasp of your bra, and lifts it over your head, fondling your breasts.

You shakily cry out his name, pleading for him to fuck you already. "Chan... please!" Your eyes fill with tears as he shakes his head and continues to aggravate you by playing with your breasts. After what seemed like an eternity, he moved his warm hands away from your breasts and pulled your bottoms off.

You sigh in relief as he moves his hands to your throbbing heat and slowly draws circles on your clit. Your eyes roll back as he continues, stopping to nip at your neck occasionally.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He smiles at you softly, completely contradicting the words said. He attaches his plump lips to your neck and sucks, drawing blood to the area. “I love you, babygirl.”

“Look, Chan, I love you and all, but I really need you in me...” You murmured.

Your husband grasps your chin and tilts it towards him. Catching your lips in a sweet kiss, he removes his pants and boxers in one go. Aligning his tip with your entrance, he looks at you with love and adoration as he enters, hissing at your tightness.

“Baby... Oh gosh... You’re so tight...”

You dig your fingers into Chan’s broad shoulders as he continues to snap his hips into your pussy. All that could come out of your mouth were moans.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that...” Chan praises, biting his lip as you moan again. He picks up the pace, thrusting in you at a speed that you couldn’t even comprehend. You felt that coil in your stomach starting to tighten.

“Chan... I’m about to...” The coil snaps, sending shockwaves of pleasure through out your body.

Chan’s cock twitches in you, and he pulls out, cumming. “Such a good girl for me...” He looks at you in awe, softly smiling.

You nod. And just for that moment, everything was alright.

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particularemu · 4 years

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Two is Better Than One | A Bang Chan and Hwang Hyunjin Scenario

Word Count: 1637

Type: Smut

Warnings: ok so… threesome, sex toys, overstimulation, choking, double penetration, hard dom, spanking, humiliation, creampie (is that what it’s called? idk), corruption kink, and dirty talk

Author’s Note: I hope this is dirty enough for ya bby 💖 @channiesmixtape

Enjoy this PORN!

“Oh my god please.” You moaned loudly, head falling back against Chan’s muscular chest. The brunette’s hands held your legs wide open for Hyunjin as the boy’s lips closed around your clit, sucking harshly. Hyunjin’s left hand pumped a vibrator inside you, the intense vibrations making your toes curl as you moaned. “Please.” You repeated once more — unsure of what you were even begging for.

“Do you hear that Hyunjin?” Chan’s deep chuckle echoed in your ears. “She hasn’t had enough. Hyunjin has a good tongue doesn’t he?” Hyunjin’s eyes crinkled as he slurped obnoxiously, knowing the sounds would send you over the edge. Your thighs shook as you came, nails digging into Chan’s forearms as he pulled your legs further apart. “Keep going Hyunjin.”

Your body spasmed as Hyunjin turned the vibrator up to the highest setting, tongue attacking your clit per Chan’s orders. “No.” You moaned. “It’s too much!” Your voice bounced around the room as Chan’s lips attacked your neck, teeth nipping every so often. Chan’s tongue rolled across the various marks spread across your neck as if to soothe the bruised skin.

“Hyunjin?” Chan’s deep voice brought you out of your trance.

The sight of the younger boy between your legs nearly made you cum on the spot. The raven-haired boy looked up at Chan with big innocent eyes, all while his mouth was slurping sloppily at your clit while his hand quickly thrust the toy inside you, hitting your g-spot each time. You could feel his small “Hmm?” against your folds.

“Make her cum as fast as you can.” Chan pulled your thighs closer to his chest, giving Hyunjin plenty of space to work.

The boy between your legs merely chuckled and thrust the vibrator faster. You cried out as Hyunjin closed his lips around your clit, sucking as hard as he could. The pleasure was overwhelming. The feeling of Hyunjin’s sucking mixed with the vibrations from the vibrator had you cumming on his tongue, a loud scream erupting from your throat.

Chan nodded at the younger boy, giving him permission to stop. Hyunjin kissed your inner thighs, pulling the toy out of you. “Good boy Jinnie.” Hyunjin practically moaned at the praise. “What do you think we should do with her now?”

“I think we should both fuck her.” Hyunjin’s hands ran along your thighs, teasing close to your sensitive core. Your hips shifted against Chan, but his hands held you open, allowing Hyunjin to rub his finger along your slit. The ebony-haired boy chuckled as you bucked your hips, trying to get away from the overwhelming stimulation.

“Where do you want to fuck her Jinnie?” Chan’s eyebrows raised as he waited for Hyunjin’s answer.

Hyunjin spotted the trap right away. “Wherever you don’t.”

Chan chuckled. “You’re such a good boy Jinnie.” Chan released your legs and ran his fingers across Hyunjin’s cheek. “For that, you get to chose.”

Hyunjin smiled and grabbed your hips. “Can I fuck her in the ass? I want to be the first one to take her there.” The filthy words slipping past the innocent boy’s lips sent a rush of arousal straight to your pussy. You whined pathetically, knowing you’ll be in for another round or two.

“I think our little slut likes that idea.” Chan chuckled. “Jinnie grab the lube.”

While Hyunjin scurried off to the bathroom, Chan laid on the bed, hands coaxing you to slide onto his cock. You groaned as you felt every single inch of Chan’s cock rub against your sensitive walls. Chan was thick. He always filled you up so well — far better than any toy could. Your soft moans were like music to Chan’s ears as you lifted your hips, assuming the boy wanted you to ride him.

“Stop.” Chan’s stern voice made you freeze, hips holding steady as you obeyed his command.

“Are you guys getting started without me?” Hyunjin hopped back onto the bed, fingers slicked with an ample amount of lube. You could hear the squelching between his fingers as he made sure he was prepared enough to start stretching you out. You whined as Hyunjin slipped a couple of fingers past the tense ring of muscles, the steady stretch making itself known as Hyunjin pumped his fingers inside you. “Tell me if this hurts.”

“You’re too nice Jinnie.” Chan chuckled and snapped his hips up, catching you by surprise. You cried out as his cock rammed into your g-spot, causing your body to press further into Hyunjin’s fingers. “She started without us. She deserves a punishment.”

Hyunjin chuckled. “That’s true.” You moaned as Hyunjin scissored his fingers, sliding a third finger in as his other hand rubbed soothing circles on your back. You gasped, giving Chan the opportunity to kiss you deeply, tongue swiping against yours as you moaned into the kiss. The feeling of Chan’s cock shifting inside you mixed with Hyunjin pumping his fingers into your ass was so good.

Hyunjin scissored his fingers once more, stretching you out until he deemed you were ready for his lengthy girth. “I think you’re ready for me,” Hyunjin smirked as he trailed kisses up your spine, noticing the way your body shivered under his touch. “Do you agree, love?”

You moaned pornographically, dying to feel the boys use your body. “Yes Jinnie, please fuck me.”

Hyunjin chuckled as he poured some lubricant into his hands, slicking up his cock with a generous amount of lube. The boy’s lips parted as his hand rubbed along his dick, head rolling back onto his shoulders at the blissful stimulation.

While Hyunjin lubed up his cock, Chan started to shallowly thrust into your core, startling you as moans slipped past your lips. The sudden stimulation sent waves of pleasure throughout your body, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. Chan paused so he could wrap his arms around your lower back, giving him a bit more leverage.

You moaned loudly as Hyunjin slid into your ass, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you discovered just how good it felt to have two cocks in you at once. You felt so full, so blissed out as Hyunjin started to thrust, forcing your body to bounce on Chan’s cock. Your hands clawed at Chan’s shoulders, broken sobs escaping your lips as Hyunjin hit places you never knew he could reach, cock driving deep within you as you cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck that feels so good.” You moaned, head falling onto Chan’s shoulder as Hyunjin rammed into you. The boy’s moans filled your senses as Chan started to thrust upward, chasing his high.

“Yeah? Does it feel good being rammed full of cocks?” Chan’s dirty talk sent waves of arousal straight to your pussy. The feeling of your boyfriend’s cocks sliding within you completely took over your senses, your only response being incoherent babbles as Chan and Hyunjin used your body. “Maybe we should invite Minho? Have him fill up that pretty mouth of yours.”

Chan’s hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air supply as Hyunjin continued to pound into you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, drool slipping out of your mouth as the coil in your abdomen tightened. You were so close — and Chan’s filthy mouth wasn’t helping anything.

“Remember when we met her Hyunjin? She was such an obedient little girl. Now, look at her.” You cried out when Chan lifted his hips, powerful thrust aimed right at your g-spot. “Such a needy little slut, fucked out over our cocks.”

“I’m gonna cum.” Your broken sobs echoed in the bedroom.

“No, you’re not.” Chan smacked your ass, making you cry out. “Fuck baby. You feel so good.”

“I’m cumming.” Hyunjin threw his head back, beautiful moans echoing in the room as he released inside you. Chan took the opportunity to thrust into you, cock aimed straight for your g-spot.

“Chan please.” You begged. “Please let me cum.” By now you were reduced to a pile of sweat and tears, begging for your release as the two boys thrust into you.

“But you’ve already cum twice baby.” Chan chuckled. “Do you deserve to cum?”

“I think so.” Hyunjin snaked his hand between your bodies, fingers rubbing at your clit. Your body shook as a loud moan ripped through you. You had to hold back. You couldn’t cum yet. If you did, you’d be in for another round and you didn’t know if you could handle it.

“Please Chan. Please.” You begged, tears streaming down your face as you prayed Chan would take pity on you.

“How pathetic.” Chan chuckled, moaning as you tightened around him. “What do you think Hyunjin? Do you think she deserves to cum?”

“Go ahead, baby,” Hyunjin whispered in your ear, fingers moving faster against your clit. “You can cum.”

With his permission, you completely let go, cumming all over Chan’s dick. Loud moans echoed in the room as Chan came inside you, painting your walls white.

Exhaustion hit you like a freight train. Your body slumped back against Hyunjin’s chest, a small smile tugging at your lips when Hyunjin lifted you off Chan’s cock and gently lowered your tired body onto the bed. Hyunjin’s fingers ran through your hair as you basked in the afterglow. “You okay?”

“Mhmm.” You mumbled, reaching for Chan’s hand. “I love you two.”

Hyunjin couldn’t help but chuckle. “You always get like this after we finish hardcore sex.”

“Cause it’s true.” You smiled.

Hyunjin handed a towel to Chan. The older boy cleaned you up, chuckling when he saw cum dripping from your pussy. “We filled you good babygirl.”

“You always do.” You mumbled. “Now clean me up so I can pass out.”

“So bossy.” Hyunjin chuckled.

“I guess we’re going to have to teach her another lesson.”

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skzshinyy · 4 years

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Heavenly fingers(student!Chan)

requested: yes🔗

warnings: fingering, slight degradation // (not proof read)

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“Don’t make me do this y/n”, Chan said as he slammed you against the janitors closet door, slightly annoyed. You’ve been behaving very badly during class, reaching for his thighs, sliding your hand up, trying to unzip his pants.

But he was having none of your behavior. As soon as the professor dismissed you, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the closest place without a lot of people. And that’s how you ended up inside the janitors closet, both arms beside your head, Chan inches way from your face. You could feel his breath on your face, slightly tickling your nose.

“Is this what you wanted huh? You want me to punish you slut?” he said coldly, his eyes dark and a slight smirk hushing over his face. He leaned into your neck and started kissing your weak spot, which he knew would always make you squirm. You could only whine as a response, the butterflies in your stomach going haywire.

Suddenly he grabbed your neck, applying light pressure. “You didn’t answer me slut, you want to feel Daddy’s dick, filling you up to the brim, fucking you until you can’t walk?” You answered with a weak “yes, daddy”. He scoffed, not being able to take you seriously. “Not today, you don’t even deserve to see my dick. My fingers will do. If you behave, i’ll let you finish.”

As he said that, he picked you up, hooking his arms under your legs and carrying you to the desk that stood next to the window. He closed the blinds, as he didn’t want you guys to get caught. He didn’t waste a second, pulling your panties down and ghosting his fingers over your entrance.

As he shoved his fingers in, your mind went completely blank. You could only stare at his hands, the veins running up his toned arms. Wet noises filled the room, the sensual light moans escaping your lips sounded heavenly.

“You’re doing great babygirl”. Chan rewarded you with a devilish smile, speeding up his pace, now adding a third finger, filling you up, curling them, hitting your spot every time. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, clenching around Chan’s fingers, signaling him that you’re close.

“Not yet babygirl, wait until I say so or else Daddy will punish you even worse later tonight.” He applied more pressure to your neck, you slowly start to feel lightheaded. He sped up his pace even more, his muscles twitching with every thrust.

“Can I cum now Daddy? I don’t think I can hold on any longer”, you whined, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. “Yes you can Kitten. Cum for me.” And finally, you let go of everything that built up inside of you. Your whole body shook and Chan took ahold of your hips and helped you through your high, coming down slowly, heavenly breathing.

“Thank you Daddy”, you said pulling up your panties and grabbing your bag. But Chan had other things in mind;

“What about me Kitten? Get on your knees for me.”

#bangchan smut #stray kids smut #skz #skzsmutnet #requested

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nightshade-minho · 4 years

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-Good Little Secretary-

Warnings: office sex, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, oral (m. receiving), degradation, slight nipple play.

"Well, the reports that came in recently are..fuck-"

You tried to focus on the papers in front of you, trying your best to string together a coherent sentence without keening.

"Hm? Continue, Ms. L/n."

You twisted your neck to look at Minho, eyes narrowing in barely concealed anger- an expression that morphed into one of pure pleasure as Minho's finger in your ass plunged deeper.

You looked back at the documents, gulping as you opened your mouth to continue. He was sat in his chair with his legs spread wide open...if it weren't for his grip on your hip, you were sure you'd collapse onto the floor.

Barely able to stand upright, your legs shivered as Minho pulled you backwards a little, fingers deftly pulling up your pencil skirt higher, until it was bunched around your waist. His hand abandoned your hip to cup your pussy, chuckling to himself at how soaked you were.

Fingers delving through your folds, he bit his lip as he pushed a digit into your entrance. The feeling of your velvety walls wrapped so tightly around him made him clench his jaw, a wave of angry arousal washing over him. Soon, he was thrusting roughly, consumed with ardor as you moaned brokenly. Both his hands were occupied as he rammed his fingers into your holes, your whimpers driving him crazed with lust.

Fuck, he couldn't take it anymore. He had to fuck you, right then and there...even if he had a meeting in a few minutes. Pulling his fingers out, he gripped your hips and pulled you down onto his lap, making quick work of his zipper as he took his erection out. Finally, he'd get to be inside you...

Just then, there was a knock on his office door.

"Oh, shit-"

"Shut up." He grunted, shoving you off his lap. "Under the table, now."

You obeyed, crawling under his desk just as one of his assistants opened the door to deliver some documents.

You tuned out the conversation above you as Minho discreetly grabbed your chin, leading your mouth to his cock. You opened your mouth eagerly, his swollen head sliding past your lips and down your throat. You hollowed your cheeks and began sucking on him immediately, wanting to please him.

He slowly thrusted into your throat as he continued conversing with the assistant, his hand coming up to grip your hair. He pounded into your throat with his cock, his grip on your hair so harsh that you were sure you'd have a headache the next morning.

It took a few seconds of silence for you to realize that the assistant had left the room.

Minho rolled his chair backwards so he could look at you, a smirk on his face.

"I have a meeting with some investors in Japan in a few minutes." He cooed, bending down, his fingers fiddling with the buttons of your shirt as he slowly popped them open. Exposing your bra, he pulled your boobs out of the cups, thumb sliding over your nipple as he sighed.

"But you'll stay, right? Suck my cock under the table like the little slut you are?"

You widened your eyes as he opened his laptop, glancing back down.

"Go on, then. Be quiet though, kitten. This is an important meeting."

Fuck it. You threw all caution to the wind, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. He smiled proudly, turning back to the screen.

"Good little secretary."

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mostlycompetentwriter · 3 years

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All In

F/M Pairing: Fem!Reader x Chan x Changbin (SKZ)

Genre: Established Relationship AU

Warnings: Oh. My. The Smut!! Language, alcohol use (minor), and please let me know if anything else needs to be tagged.

Word Count: 8.5K

Summary: Where you find yourself quite literally in the middle of Chan and Changbin, your two boyfriends who sometimes fight over what’s best for you.

A/N: Inspired by these asks from a lovely anon: here, here, and here!! Also, nobody on this Earth can tell me that they wouldn’t love to have both Chan and Changbin as their boyfriend.

Tagging @skzwriternet

There were less than one hundred words to type for your latest freelance assignment, but you were bored with the project - a mundane piece about the effectiveness of self-driving cars.

But you always had two people who could brighten your afternoon, and you just so happened to stumble upon your most recent text conversations with Changbin while scrolling mindlessly through your applications. You smiled at the message you had composed for him, knowing that he wouldn’t take well to your teasing:

To Changbin:

Binnie, I’m wearing the lingerie you bought for me.

You giggled at the obvious flirtation, but you also figured that Changbin was too busy to respond, and you were ready to put your phone away when an unexpected message flashed across the screen.

From Changbin:

Show me.

You swallowed hard at the request. Did he really mean that? Could you sneak away from your writing and snap a few pictures for your boyfriend?

Of course you could. It wouldn’t be the first time that you entertained Changbin’s demands to see you all dressed up for him. And in consideration of the all the nice things he did for you on a regular basis, you could sacrifice a few minutes of writing time to indulge his fantasies.

Plus, since you were home alone, you had no issue taking off your t-shirt and sweatpants, exposing the saucy lingerie you wore underneath - a cute black thong and matching bralette that complimented your figure. It was clearly everything that Changbin loved to see on you according to his preferences, and you experimented with different angles, holding out your phone as your spread your legs across the couch, giving Changbin a perfect view of the tiny piece of fabric cupping your heat.

And after your impromptu photo shoot, you scrolled through the snapped pictures, picking the best ones, and nodding in satisfaction at your careful selections before sending the images to Changbin’s awaiting inbox.

From there, it only took five minutes for him to respond, and you glanced at the delivered message from him and shivered:

From Changbin:

Oh, princess, I’m gonna ruin you.

The message held all sorts of ominous implications, and you made sure to greet Changbin at the door because he was inclined to give you the cold shoulder if you ignored him.

You smiled at him as he removed his coat and tie, allowing him to corner you against the wall, accepting his eager kisses as his hands dug into the meaty part of your thighs. “Come here,” he said, crooking his fingers at you while you proceeded to follow him into the living room like a well-trained dog.

You watched as Changbin took a seat on the couch, patting his lap to show you where he expected you to sit, and you were more than eager to straddle his thick thighs, wrapping your arms around his neck as he reconnected your lips. The taste of him was like the literal embodiment of passion, and you were moaning across the seam of his mouth while Changbin hiked your skirt further up your legs, groaning when he spotted a flash of black, hands kneading your ass as he rocked you against his hardening erection. “That’s a pretty sight,” Changbin said, and he connected your lips once more, kissing you with all the romance and care that defined Changbin’s affectionate side.

It reminded you, however briefly, that Changbin’s demonstrations of love had always stood in stark contradiction to Chan’s rough and aggressive treatment because it was often very difficult to even beg a compliment from your older boyfriend. “Your mind is somewhere else, princess,” Changbin interrupted your thoughts, tapping his fingers against your forehead to bring you back into the moment with him. “What were you thinking about?”

“You, of course,” you told him, running your hands down his shirt-covered chest, feeling the buttons as they crossed your palms.

“Good,” Changbin growled while he managed to successfully tuck your skirt around your delicate waistline, leaving you almost fully exposed where he clearly wanted you the most. “You sent me those pictures in the middle of my meeting,” Changbin continued, and you gasped when one of his fingers defied the barrier of fabric contouring your lower half, sinking into your warm heat with a sudden penetration.

“Changbin,” you whined, burying your face against the spot between his neck and shoulder, moving your hips to fuck yourself down against his finger because it was becoming clear to you that it would be all you were getting from him - a punishment for your earlier actions. “M’ sorry,” you said, breaths coating his skin with a thin sheen of perspiration while you tried to take him further inside, sitting down and enjoying every bit of friction as he scraped his nail against your sensitive walls.

“We’ll see how sorry you are,” Changbin said, latching his lips against the front of your throat to suck the skin between his teeth, determined to leave a mark.

And you would’ve complained about the red blemish that he was going to leave behind had it not been for the sound of the door opening as your other boyfriend returned home. But he was earlier than you expected, not that it deterred Changbin in the slightest who didn’t even seem to notice that Chan was standing in the entranceway to your shared living room. Eyes narrowed as he took in the scene of you being split apart at the seams.

“You both knew better,” Chan said, and it was an unusual greeting that prompted you into attention, realizing that something was wrong when Chan tossed his expensive leather briefcase onto the counter before rolling up his sleeves - something he only ever did when he was trying to be more intimidating. “Did you forget our plans for tonight?”

You gasped and froze in Changbin’s lap, suddenly feeling every bit like a bolt of electricity had just run through your entire being, switching off your arousal-addled brain even while Changbin seemed to be on a totally different wavelength, adding yet another finger and filling the room with loud squelching sounds.

It only served to piss off Chan even more, and you squealed when he interrupted Changbin to lift you up beneath your arms, tossing you over his shoulder with your thong-clad ass still on full display.

“Hey!” Changbin protested, fingers shining with the evidence of what he had just been doing to your poor throbbing pussy.

“You both knew that we had dinner tonight,” Chan called back over his shoulder, and his tone carried an obvious warning.

But Changbin wouldn’t be the one to suffer the consequences, and you were already dreading whatever Chan had planned when he dumped you unceremoniously onto the mattress in the master bedroom.

“Bend over,” Chan growled, and you whimpered but obeyed him, bracing yourself higher using your forearms for support. His hand twisted itself into your hair, turning your face to the side so that you were forced to look into his eyes. “What do bad girls get, Y/N?”

“No, Channie,” you whined because the thought of going to this expensive dinner tonight with a sore ass was not high on your list of priorities.

“No?” Chan repeated, and you hated to hear him so furious, landing a hard smack to your backside without any prior warning. “Do you want to try that again?”

“I’m sorry,” you cried, wincing at the sting. “I forgot about the dinner.”

“You forgot?” Chan scoffed, and you knew that you had just dug yourself into an even deeper hole, wrestling against Chan’s hold even as he allowed three more firm hits in quick succession. “Why is that, baby? Did it slip your mind when you were letting Changbin finger-fuck you into oblivion?”

“It’s not her fault,” came a much-needed interruption from the man in question, and Chan turned around with a glare to look at Changbin who had joined the two of you in the bedroom. “I forgot about it too.”

Chan scoffed in disbelief, running a hand over his face with a growl. “Were you both ignoring me for this entire week? Or, did you think I was just making up stories about the dinner that my office was hosting for our big case?”

“Lay off, Chan,” Changbin muttered, and you were only slightly relieved when you felt him soothe his hand across the burning skin of your ass. “We only have an hour before we have to leave.”

You watched as Chan paused, looking at nothing in particular, but it was something Chan always did whenever he had to begrudgingly agree with Changbin, even when it meant interrupting whatever punishment his sadistic mind had concocted for you. Because Chan hated to be interrupted, almost as much as he hated being left out or forgotten. He always made these things into a much bigger deal because he had a rough past where he was frequently neglected and ignored. It manifested itself into bouts of frustration that evolved into situations like this with you hunched over in place, praying that Changbin had gotten through to Chan and your boyfriend would forget all about your stupid mishap.

“Hurry up,” Chan eventually conceded, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he left the bedroom.

Chan was a big, fancy lawyer upstate with a bunch of older partners who had willingly taken him under their wing when he graduated. However, back when you had first met Chan in college, he was much quieter and withdrawn, and you couldn’t even imagine how he would ever become a successful lawyer. But he changed, much like most people do during those formative years.

Chan was a lot more confident in several aspects of his life, including his job and the relationship he had joined with you and Changbin. But you might never get used to how he exerted himself around others, with a degree of self-assuredness that spoke to his accolades. For example, Chan’s introduction of you when one of his colleagues opened the door to their fancy penthouse suite, examining you and Changbin with scrutiny while Chan offered your names and proceeded to make you both seem far more important than you really were...not that Changbin’s office job was anything to be ashamed of, but Chan would really play up the two of you when he was looking to impress.

“Your girlfriend is beautiful,” the man at the door offered, eyeing you with an interest that you didn’t appreciate, especially when Chan tried to tug you away from Changbin and closer to himself....and the pig eyeballing your chest.

Which is why you hesitated, clinging even tighter to Changbin’s arm, but Chan shot you a warning glare, and you reluctantly offered your hand to him which he held in a firm grip. “Hello,” you said to the Senior partner who smiled and forced a wet kiss to the back of your outstretched hand.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here,” the man continued. “Come inside, we have plenty to drink.”

Chan laughed at the rather unfunny quip, waiting for the older man to head back further inside before turning on you and Changbin. “Behave,” Chan snapped, looking between you and Changbin with a fierce glare.

“Whatever,” Changbin grumbled, which you could tell that Chan didn’t appreciate, but he withheld the urge to argue.

Instead, Chan led the two of you into the outlandishly decorated penthouse, and you swallowed hard at the appearance of a golden chandelier hanging down from the ceiling - perfectly affluent in every means of the word. “Damn,” Changbin whispered, and you could tell that he was just as impressed as you.

And your open-mouthed wonder of the lavish space persisted throughout the rest of the evening - every time you tasted the sweetest champagne, nibbled on the most extravagant finger foods (caviar???), and indulged in the sweet little chocolates as they passed you on the trays of the smartly-dressed waiters. It was good enough to keep you entertained while Chan flitted from person to person, eventually leaving you and Changbin behind in the living room to go outside onto the balcony and enjoy a pricey cigar with some “very important” people.

Changbin sighed as he caught sight of Chan outside, craning his head back in laughter and smoke exhaled from his nose. “I don’t get why Chan wants to impress all these assholes,” Changbin said, tipping back his champagne to finish off the rest. “That old bastard over there in the corner? He hasn’t stopped looking at your tits since we sat down.”

“Changbin!” you hissed, incredulous that he would say something like that aloud.

“What? I can’t blame him,” he said, eyeing the swell of your breasts with obvious interest. “How fast can I make you cum from playing with your tits if we snuck away into one of the bathrooms, princess?”

“Chan wants us to behave,” you replied, even though you were very much weak for Changbin’s lips wrapped around your sensitive nipples.

“He won’t even notice,” Changbin grumbled. “But at least he’s in a good mood. It’s a nice change from hearing him bitch all the time when he comes home from work.”

“It’s a stressful job,” you tried to defend your older boyfriend, but you and Changbin both knew that Chan was taking the extra work on purpose, hoping it might land him a promotion.

“You hate it just as much as I do,” Changbin argued, snatching another flute of champagne from a startled waiter, downing the contents in two sips.

“It makes him happy,” you said, shrugging while playing with the hem of your dress - an adorable satin present from Chan for your birthday this past year.

“So, we can’t be happy?” Changbin asked, and it was a fair question considering the amount of arguing that your boyfriends had been doing for the past several months. Everything from serious issues like buying a new apartment, to something as inconsequential as the quality of your kitchen silverware.

“This promotion thing can’t last forever,” you pointed out, ever one to be optimistic even when things seemed less than ideal.

“I just want to get out of these clothes,” Changbin complained, pinching at the tight material hugging his thighs. “I wear suits to work everyday, and I hate being forced to keep them on for shit like this.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to take it off for you when we get home,” you purred into Changbin’s ear, brushing your nose across the lobe.

“You better keep that promise,” Changbin growled in return, and you were thrilled by the look of lust in his gaze. Even more so when Chan finally returned to you both with a bright smile and glossed-over eyes, clearly the result of too much alcohol.

“Ready to leave?” he asked you both, and you had never seen Changbin more impatient to escape a party.

Once you were home, it didn’t take much to convince your boys to join you in the master bedroom - a few stray touches over clothes, whispered filtrations, and a quick flash of the expensive lingerie you wore underneath your dress before you found yourself kneeling between them on the bed.

Changbin had taken the initiative, kissing you like he was picking back up from where the two of you had left off from earlier that afternoon. And with some convincing, Chan agreed to share you tonight. Even though he still seemed grumpy about the fact that he couldn’t have you all to himself, but you were just glad that Chan was in a better mood, mouthing at your neck while Changbin unzipped your dress and drug it down your spine with his fingertips following the same direction.

“So good for us, princess,” Changbin said, taking a moment to look at you while Chan groped at your breasts through the thin material of your bra, nodding furiously when Changbin unlatched it from the back.

You allowed it to fall down your arms, leaving your entire upper half completely bare while you let Changbin drag you down onto the bed so that you were lying on your back with Chan dragging your panties down your legs. And Changbin had wrapped his arms around your torso, thumbs circling your nipples while he held you in an upright position, touching his lips against your shoulders.

“You made a mess, baby,” Chan remarked, and he spread your legs wide so that he could fuck into you with a grunt, starting an urgent pace from the second the head of his cock split your tight walls around him.

“Oh!” you gasped, loving the rough handling from the very start, feeling yourself press back against Changbin with every thrust, nipples brushing across Chan’s abdomen as he held himself over you.

It was pure heaven to be trapped between these two men, strong arms adjusting you to their liking, and thick cocks reaching places inside of you that had never been accessed before.

“Does he feel good?” Changbin asked you, collecting the tears streaming down your face as you savored the glide of Chan’s cock between your folds.

“Yes,” you managed between moans, reaching down to knot your fingers through Chan’s curls while your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, holding on for dear life as he used you to get himself off as quick as possible, cum dripping down onto the blankets underneath you.

And you came at the same time as your boyfriend, gasping for breath as Chan pulled out with a groan, supporting himself back against one of your pillows while Changbin brought you into his lap for his gentle touches, kissing the wet skin under your eyes and patiently waiting for your permission before he took his turn.

Oh, but you never minded these nights when your boyfriends were compliant enough to share you, taking their turn fucking you until you were barely coherent.

“Changbin,” you whispered to him, reaching down for his hard cock and giving his thick erection several strokes before guiding the tip to your entrance.

“Green?” Changbin asked, checking in with your colors because he was always so considerate whenever the three of you had sex.

“Green,” you confirmed, and he was using raw power to lift you off his lap, biceps straining, moving you up and down his cock without any resistance.

“Oh, fuck, princess,” Changbin groaned, looking down at the place where his cock disappeared inside your pussy with longing. “Even after Chan fucked you...how can you be this tight?”

You whined at the comment, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he powered his cock between your pulsing walls, swallowing his cock and urging him to take you even deeper, kissing the head of your cervix with a delightful prod of his tip.

Changbin was built so strong - after all, he worked out every afternoon - but it was almost ridiculous how easily he handled you, forcing you along his cock with complete ease...like you weighed absolutely nothing. But it was unbelievably hot, and you could feel your thighs straining with the effort of holding yourself up in place, even if he was doing most of the work.

But he was hitting all your best spots from this angle, and you had almost blacked out after Changbin started furiously stroking your clit, sending you into another high that pushed your head right through the clouds.

His cum joined Chan’s inside your sore pussy, and you could feel him softening despite the fact that your walls were still milking him for everything you could get.

“Greedy pussy,” Changbin panted, and you were almost proud of the fact that he looked just as exhausted as you did from your insane round of sex.

You were still breathing hard after your second orgasm of the night when you could feel the bed shift as Chan’s fingers dug into your hips, trying to force you away from Changbin. You whined in complaint because you weren’t quite ready for another round, squirming away from Chan and burying yourself even closer to Changbin’s warm chest.

Chan growled at your aversion, and you hesitantly glanced back over his shoulder to see that he wasn’t very happy with your unwillingness to let him have his next turn. “Gentle,” Changbin chided, and you whimpered when Chan’s strength won out and he manhandled you onto all fours, mounting you from behind before fucking his cock back inside without waiting for your compliance.

“Yellow, Chan,” you said, hoping that he would slow down, but it only seemed to spur Chan on even more, and he was practically bending you in half, pressing down on your lower back as his hips slammed against yours with every thrust.

“Stop,” Changbin snapped, and he shoved against Chan’s shoulder who wasn’t expecting the sudden weight, falling back onto the bed as his cock slipped free. “You’re being too rough,” Changbin said, and his eyes were narrowed at Chan as he pulled you closer, wrapping you into his arms and shushing your whimpers.

But Chan was even more pissed at Changbin’s interference, and you could only imagine the nasty look on his face as he spoke up from the opposite side of the bed. “You coddle her too much,” Chan said. “I know our limits.”

“Really?” Changbin snorted. “What kind of world do you live in where yellow means faster?”

“I would’ve stopped if she asked me to,” Chan said, and you were panicking on the inside because this sounded like the beginnings of another infamous fight between Chan and Changbin, and the two men were both stubborn and proud which meant that they could hold a grudge for weeks after an argument.

“Fuck, you just let her get away with whatever she wants,” Chan huffed. “She needs discipline!”

“She needs affection!”

“What the hell ever,” Chan snapped, and you watched him from the corner of your eye as he snatched his boxer shorts from the ground. “I can’t stand to look at you anymore tonight.”

“Good, maybe Y/N can have some peace without your negligent ass in the same room,” Changbin said, frowning when Chan shot him the middle finger over his shoulder on the way out, slamming the door to the bedroom closed with enough force to shake the entire apartment.

It wasn’t the first time that Chan and Changbin had fought with each other, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But that didn’t give you any solace in the present, especially when fights between your boyfriends meant that your time was increasingly monopolized towards making sure that they didn’t do anything they might regret.

Of course, coming home after lunch with a friend, you weren’t expecting the detailed spreadsheet taped to the door of the master bedroom where you had been hoping to take a much-needed nap. “This is new,” you sighed, studying the worksheet outside the bedroom where a strict schedule dictated which of your two boyfriends would be sleeping with you - probably a product of Chan’s analytical brain.

On most occasions, whoever happened to fall asleep first would end up sleeping next to you in the bedroom, which had lately been Changbin because Chan often stayed up late to finish his work. However, given Chan’s competitive edge, you had a feeling that the two fought over this as well, resulting in the strict schedule that they would just expect you to accept.

“Chan!” you yelled, snatching the paper from the door while trying to track down your boyfriend.

You walked out into the living room, discovering Changbin standing next to the large sliding glass door which led outside to the veranda - glass of wine in hand. “Probably in his office,” Changbin muttered. “He’s had a stick up his ass all day.”

You rolled your eyes, even though you thought you had gotten used to Changbin’s dramatics. “Are you really drinking before noon?”

“I needed it,” Changbin whined, holding out an arm so that you could slide into place next to his side, snuggled against his broad chest. “I think it’s fine to celebrate a day off from work with wine.”

“Let me taste,” you said, allowing Changbin to tilt the glass against your lips, swallowing down the grape-flavored liquid, until the sight of Chan walking around the corner had you choking around your mouthful.

“Careful, princess,” Changbin chuckled, frowning when he met Chan’s gaze.

“You called me,” Chan said, holding a bag in one hand, and using the other to snatch you away from Changbin, pulling you down onto his lap on the couch as he kissed you fiercely, keeping Changbin within his sights.

“Yeah,” you said, gasping for breath when you were forced to part from him. “I found this on the door?”

You held up the spreadsheet, arching one brow in question, but Chan merely shrugged and ignored the piece of paper as he reached into his pocket for something. “Look what I got you,” Chan said, opening the velvet box to reveal a gorgeous diamond necklace inside.

“Channie,” you whined, allowing him to fuss with the clasp as he hooked it around your neck, letting the diamond fall against your collarbone. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Why not?” Chan asked, pulling you even closer when Changbin sat down his wine glass on the side table. “I wanted to do something nice for you, baby.”

Oh, so this was the version of Chan you were getting? The one who demanded all of your attention in a petty attempt to keep you away from Changbin. Too bad your younger boyfriend didn’t get the message, looming over the two of you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you done?” Changbin asked. “We had an agreement.”

“Duh, I’m not an idiot,” Chan snarked, keeping a smile on for you even as his shoulders tensed in anticipation of another brush with Changbin. “I’m with Y/N right now.”

“But it’s my night!” Changbin argued, and you felt like the metaphorical toy animal being torn in half by two less than willing siblings.

“The fucking sun is still up, smartass,” Chan said, sneering at Changbin as he dug his fingernails into your hips - a possessive gesture.

“You’re the one who thought making that stupid schedule would fix everything,” Changbin returned. “Y/N is mine!!”

“Boys!” you finally shouted, startling both of them as you forced yourself from Chan’s lap. “We’re not going to start this shit again, okay? I hate it when you both do this to me!”

“Princess..” Changbin whined, but his refusal to see reason wasn’t stopping your tirade, putting your foot down and ending this stupid argument before it got even worse - and it always did before there was any chance of it getting better.

“No, Changbin,” you said, keeping your tone stern. “Last night was everyone’s fault. We know better than to just walk out without communicating - you both agreed to talk to each other whenever you disagreed on something. And I’m not just gonna sit here this time and watch you two treat each other like shit until someone breaks down to apologize! This fight is pointless, and I’m not about to let the two of you dictate my time because you can’t get along! Fix this shit now or you both sleep in the living room!”

You exhaled loudly at the end, taking deep breaths because you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so agitated. But that’s what your boyfriends brought out of you in situations like this, and you left them behind to work whatever problems they had between each other before barricading yourself in the bedroom with a cold bottle of water and some ibuprofen.

You didn’t cry over them this time; after all, plenty of their arguments in the past had driven you to tears and you were tired of it. Instead, you ruminated in silence, staring up at the ceiling of the master bedroom while waiting for the day’s exhaustion to finally catch-up to you.

However, you certainly didn’t anticipate a knocking at the door, followed by the sudden penetration of light from outside as Chan and Changbin both entered the bedroom while wearing matching looks of shame. “We’re sorry, princess,” Changbin said, keeping his head down as Chan sighed.

“You’re right about us fighting,” Chan said, and he walked over to the edge of the bed, brushing his fingers across your arm. “We talked about it, and we both know that it was a stupid fight. You didn’t deserve to put up with our mess.”

You snorted in agreement, patting the bed on either side of you as Chan and Chan eagerly snuggled against you from both sides, even if it was a tight fit on your queen-sized mattress. “S’ okay,” you said, allowing them both a kiss. “I went overboard too.”

“Not as much as us,” Changbin said, and his hand was gripping tightly to one of yours.

“I’m used to your fights,” you said. “I just wish they wouldn’t happen.”

Changbin whined while Chan sat up a little to look down into your eyes. “You’re right, baby, and we’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Maybe even right now,” Changbin said, and his fingers teased the hem of your nightgown. “I think Chan and I can prove to you that we know how to play together.”

“I don’t know...” you trailed off, knowing full well you would eventually relent, especially once they started touching you - Changbin skimming his fingers across your thighs while Chan found your clit between the silky fabric of your gown. “Do you want me from both ends?” you asked, and you could tell that they both liked that idea.

“Let’s make sure you’re ready for us, princess,” Changbin said, and you moaned when his fingers disappeared under your gown to fill your pussy so well, working on stretching you for his impossible girth.

“Good boy,” you said, just to see Changbin blush while Chan worked hard to remove his clothes, fisting his cock as you let them both move you into position, helping Chan kneel down in front of you so that you could wrap your lips around his cock, tasting the precum already beaded on the tip.

Chan threw his head back with a groan as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, trying to ignore Changbin from behind you as he opened the bottle of lube, applying a liberal amount to his fingers before inserting his fingers again, moving along the walls of your tight cunt.

“I love your mouth, baby,” Chan said, staring down at where you were hollowing your cheeks, taking him so well as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You tried not to gag, even as saliva pooled from around your lips, dripping down your chin and Chan’s cock.

“Are you ready for me?” Changbin asked, and you whimpered when Changbin’s cock penetrated you as you sunk down on him, groaning as his thickness stretched you to the point where you felt like he was in your stomach.

Chan was surprisingly gentle as he waited for you to adjust, only moving his hips at the same time as Changbin, and the three of you fell into a rhythm: once Changbin thrust his cock into you, Chan pulled you even further down his own erection, stuffing your mouth to the point where you couldn’t even hear yourself moan.

They used you like you were pliable, simply existing to satisfy them as you moved back and forth between the two men you loved. “You like this, don’t you, princess?” Changbin asked, grunting low in his chest as he started to pick up the pace, making it even harder to handle Chan’s full length in your mouth, sucking on his pulsating erection like your entire life depended on it.

“She does,” Chan replied for you, since your mouth was full of him, but you could tell that he was close, supporting yourself against his thighs as you waited for him to spill down your throat.

“Touch her clit,” Changbin said, holding your hips to help piston his cock at just the right angle, and you were barely coherent when Chan instantly obeyed - bringing his thumb down to rub circles on the little bud that always brought you the most pleasure.

Full at both ends, with your clit and g-spot being stimulated just right, you were barely hanging on by a thread. But you didn’t want to cum first; thankfully, Chan came just before you failed to keep yourself together, emptying his release down your sore throat before focusing entirely on getting you off. And when Chan was determined to do something, he was always successful.

“Channie!” you cried, reaching a bombastic orgasm that had you nearly blacking out because Chan was still working your clit while Changbin continued to pound your little ass, working himself to fill you up with his cum.

“Changbin,” you gasped, trying to hold on so that he could release where he wanted, and it only took a few more pumps of his hips before his cum was filling you to the brim, leaking down your thighs as soon as Changbin pulled himself free, collapsing next to you on the bed.

“Fuck that was amazing,” Changbin said, and both he and Chan helped clean you up before holding you as best they could between one another on your too-small bed, but the lack of space did nothing to deter the fact that it still was the best aftercare you had ever experienced.

But here’s one argument you could prevent in the future: who gets to sleep with you at night without forcing everyone to deal with a cramped space.

After your night of passionate lovemaking, you convinced Chan and Changbin that it was time to invest in a bed big enough for all three of you to share at night. Which is why you found yourself in the middle of a furniture store, perusing the endless options while Changbin quipped about the music selection playing overhead.

“What about this one?” you gasped, falling in love with the mahogany-colored wood frame, running your hand along the smooth surface before falling down onto the mattress, giggling when Changbin joined you.

Chan sighed as he scrutinized the display sign while you and Changbin rolled onto the bed together, stretching out your limbs because the king-sized mattress was enormous! “It’s amazing,” you continued, trying not to scream when Changbin started to dig his fingers in your sides playfully.

“You’re gonna get us kicked out of here,” Chan said, ever the responsible adult between the three of you.

“Well, we have to see if it works,” you pointed out, patting the space behind you as Chan rolled his eyes but crawled in next to you, warming you from behind while Changbin nuzzled into your neck. “This feels nice,” you said, allowing your boyfriends to spoon you from both sides.

“I like it too,” Changbin commented, smooching a kiss across your lips when you weren’t expecting it, whining because it was wet and messy.

“It’s a little out of our price range...” Chan ventured, but all you had to do was turn to look at him with your best pleading expression, and he was breaking down with a muttered curse while reaching for his wallet.

The next morning, you woke-up with Changbin holding you from behind, frowning when you realized that Chan must’ve stayed up late to finish his cases.

It defeated the purpose of waking up together, but at least you had fallen asleep with both of your boyfriends, and that was as fine of a start as any you could imagine. Hopefully, when Chan managed to calm down at work, you could enjoy those mornings you were imagining, smiling at both Changbin and Chan as you exchanged kisses and cuddles under the warm blankets.

“Mmm,” Changbin hummed from behind you, squeezing your waist while trying to open his eyes. “What time is it?”

“9,” you said, pecking his nose as he reluctantly let go of you, realizing that he had to be at work soon.

“Shower with me?” Changbin asked, and you hardly needed any convincing to join your muscular boyfriend underneath the warm pressure of the water, allowing him to run a bar of soap over your body, lingering around your breasts and the needy heat between your legs.

Afterward, the two of you walked into the kitchen together, and you discovered that Chan was already waiting with breakfast displayed on your finest plates. He watched you both as Changbin sat down at the table first so that he could perch you on his lap, holding you close while reaching for one of the croissants from the center basket. He started breaking off little pieces, bringing them up to your mouth to feed you while Chan seethed at the affectionate display.

“You’re being too nice,” you commented, allowing him a single kiss before he continued to dote on you, ignoring Chan who was mumbling about how there was a perfectly fine chair that you could sit on.

“Anything for my princess,” Changbin said, and you sighed because it was incredibly cheesy, but that was an endearing part of Changbin’s flirtations.

“Thank you, Binnie,” you said, puckering your lips for another kiss while you heard Chan muttering a curse from across the table. “Shall I clean up?” you asked once both men had their fill, grabbing the dirty dishes and carrying them over to the sink so that you could take care of them later.

In the meantime, you thought it might be nice to sit with your boyfriends for a while before they left for work, but you soon realized that a pleasant conversation was the last thing on Chan’s mind. And you gasped when Chan turned you around, bending you over the table and pulling your panties down your legs, spreading your thighs with his feet as he worked on his belt.

Changbin simply smirked at Chan’s actions, reading over the newspaper that he had stolen from Chan while sipping at his coffee - like it was just another casual morning in your shared household.

Perhaps it was true, but you couldn’t help the first moan that slipped free from your lips when his cock filled you with a pleasant stretch. “How does that feel, baby?” Chan asked taunting you with little rolls of his hips that were far too teasing for your liking.

“Faster,” you begged him, and he seemed to be in one of those moods where he ignored what you wanted, pulling out slowly and repeating the sensual motions over and over again at a snail’s pace, keeping you just dangling from what would drive you to the edge.

But Chan was being petty after putting up with Changbin’s doting, refusing to just give-in and pound you onto his cock like you knew he could. Instead, you could tell that he was punishing you for not sitting at the table earlier, forcing him to watch you swoon over Changbin. And jealous Chan was a greedy lover, which meant that every time Changbin so much as glanced in your direction, Chan was trying to shield your body from his gaze, burying his face into the side of your neck as his cock stroked your insides so well.

“Don’t get cum on the floor,” Changbin said, peeking at you from over the top of the paper. “It’s hard to clean.”

It was a throwaway comment, but Chan didn’t take well to Changbin’s interruption, and he started moving even faster, forcing more moans to leave your lips as he started hitting your g-spot perfectly on every thrust. “Like you haven’t done it before,” Chan growled in return, hands holding your hips so tight as he pummeled you against the table, bruising your hips on each stroke that forced you to collide with the rough wood.

It felt so good, even the pain from his touch and the table, and the added stimulation of Chan’s fingers moving messily around your clit - everything was guiding you by a string to the precipice. And you were more than willing to follow that string to the end, falling off the edge with an explosion of ecstasy, coming around Chan's cock with a stuttered gasp of his name.

Your boyfriend grunted when you squeezed his cock so good, lips pressing against the back of your neck as he came inside, and you both remained in that position for a few moments longer, savoring the delicious release, until Changbin slammed down the newspaper and stood up to get you both a towel.

The remainder of the day progressed uneventfully, and you were still preoccupied with your freelance work by the time your boyfriends came home.

Chan must’ve went straight to the office, but you followed your nose to Chanbin who was standing in the kitchen over the stove. “Are you cooking tonight?” you asked Changbin, leaning into his weight as he smiled and offered you a gentle peck in return.

“Well, it was supposed to be Chan’s night, but I didn’t want to bother him when he got home,” Changbin explained.

“He must be in a bad mood,” you remarked, keeping yourself perched on the counter-top next to Changbin as he grilled.

“Go check on him,” Changbin suggested, giving your ass a teasing slap when you hopped down from the counter.

But it was far too quiet when you stood outside of the office, holding your breath once you knocked and received no response.

“Chan?” you asked, opening the door to the office so that you could step inside the room.

You frowned when you discovered that Chan was sitting at his desk, eyes glued to the computer screen as his fingers made a mess of his curly locks. “Are you okay?” you asked him, and the sound of your voice interrupted whatever strange reverie he must’ve been locked inside.

But the look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. “What did I say about interrupting me while I’m working?” Chan growled, forcing you to bend over his lap as he pulled up the hem of your t-shirt, exposing your ass to him.

“Chan...”

“Y/N,” he replied, and you relaxed when you realized that his tone wasn’t angry - he was just looking for a way to relieve his frustration.

“I’m sorry I came in here,” you said, playing along with his charade.

“It’s too late for apologies,” Chan said. “How many do you think you deserve?”

“Ten?” you asked, wincing when Chan hummed in response and started to rub his hand over your ass.

“I think that’s sufficient,” he agreed before giving you the first slap - a sharp stinging pain that went straight to the wet arousal decorating the front of your panties. “Make sure you count for me.”

“One,” you whispered, closing your eyes and relishing the closeness to your boyfriend’s evident excitement - erection already straining through his jeans.

“Good girl,” Chan said, and the next three hits were much harder than the first, filling the room with the sound of skin-on-skin and your stuttered counting, gritting your teeth through the pain laced with something erotic.

You wondered if Changbin was curious about your absence, or if he just assumed that something like this would happen: you stretched out across Chan’s lap, his cock digging into your stomach, while he imprinted his hand across your ass.

“Ten,” you eventually exhaled, sucking in a sharp breath when Chan grabbed you by your hair, curling his fingers through the strands while forcing your head to look at him, colliding your lips together in a messy exchange of tongue and teeth.

“Look at you,” Chan said when you broke apart for air, hoisting you higher on his lap to bring your back against his chest, shoving his hand down the front of your panties to run his fingers through your wet folds.

“Right there,” you gasped when he inserted an index finger to the knuckle, using his thumb to canvas rough patterns of circles against your throbbing clitoris.

“I’ll finish you off, baby,” Chan growled into your ear. “But I expect you to return the favor.”

“I will, Channie,” you promised him, whining when he pulled his fingers from your panties, gripping you beneath your underarms to help you turn around on his lap.

“At the same time,” he said, reaching down to unbuckle his pants and free his engorged length.

You moaned when he held himself at the base of his erection, rubbing his tip against your clit, stroking himself with a tight fist while you used one hand to ground yourself against his shoulder.

Eventually, you took over from him, pleasuring his cock so that he could return his attention to your needy cunt, inserting two fingers this time and giving your clit the pressure you needed to cum spiraling out of control, dropping your head against his chest as you finished him off - feeling his release drip down your hand.

“Y/N,” Chan grunted, and you managed to look at him when he kissed you again - something sweet and soft that melted you. Because kisses like this were rare from Chan, and you figured it had something to do with the fact that Changbin wasn’t around to tease him.

“I think dinner will be ready soon,” you whispered against him, leaning back to offer him a smile since the one you received in return reached every warm part inside of you.

When you and Chan emerged from the office, Changbin made a grand ceremony out of his latest concoction - some kind of stew that was meant to be really healthy.

But the smell was questionable, and Chan grimaced after his first bite. “Uh, what the hell is this supposed to be?”

“You don’t like it?” Changbin asked, looking at you for a second opinion, and you forced a smile while taking another bite.

“It’s good, Binnie,” you reassured him, and Chan frowned at your blatant lie while Changbin smirked in that self-satisfying way of his that always promised a good time for you later on.

Still, the three of you managed to have an amiable dinner, talking about everything from Chan’s work to your latest freelance projects. There was a good atmosphere following the end of your meal, and you promised Changbin that you would help him clean-up, following him into the kitchen with a smirk.

You both started on the dishes together, but you made sure to tease him at every opportunity, brushing your hands and fingers together when he handed you a plate, or rubbing your chest against his back whenever you walked between the counters.

Eventually, Changbin gave-up on his practiced indifference, looking at you with a playful gaze. “Is there something you want?” Changbin asked, and you didn’t even need to say anything as you dropped down onto your knees in front of him. “Did you like dinner that much?” Changbin chuckled, but you ignored him while working down the zipper of his jeans, reaching inside for his half-hard cock before giving yourself a taste of his beading precum.

Changbin inhaled at the first touch of pleasure, bracing his arms back against the counter while he watched you work your magic with hooded eyes. “Was this your plan all along, princess?” he asked, but you knew that Changbin was a big talker whenever it came to one of your legendary blowjobs, and you continued to ignore him while taking as much of his girthy length as you could manage, feeling your lips part around him as you relaxed your jaw and throat.

“Can I takeover?” Changbin asked, and you gave a quick nod before one of his hands was coming down to grab your hair, thrusting his hips to force the rest of his length into your warm mouth, forcing you to gag at the sudden intrusion. “So good,” Changbin whispered, throwing back his head with a moan.

It made you feel good too - knowing that Changbin was taking so much pleasure from your mouth, tongue tracing the slit at his tip because you knew that he was extra sensitive there. And Changbin reacted just as you thought he would - growling out your name as he lost all control and jerked his hips back and forth to get the most out of what you were offering to him.

You would have a killer sore throat in the morning, but it was worth it to see the blissed-out look on Changbin’s face, watching him cum with a mumbled curse around your name.

“I guess I’ll have to cook more often,” Changbin remarked, pulling you up onto your feet to kiss away your tears.

Later on, you sat between your sated boyfriends on the couch, watching some sort of Christmas movie on TV while disregarding the popcorn that Chan had made.

But your eyes were starting to grow heavier, leaning more of your weight against Changbin as you tried not to fall asleep. It was starting to get late, and you knew that Chan had noticed the signs of your exhaustion when he turned to look at you for a moment before looking back at the film. “Bed, Y/N,” Chan said, still staring at the TV and ignoring the way you cuddled even closer to Changbin.

“She can stay up until the movie ends,” Changbin said, carding his fingers through your hair.

“She’ll feel like shit when she wakes up early in the morning,” Chan retorted.

You frowned when you sensed another argument between them. “Let’s have a bath together,” you suggested, breathing a sigh of relief when they both reluctantly agreed.

“But then you’re going to bed,” Chan inserted, and you rolled your eyes but agreed with him.

It was just Chan’s way of looking after you, and the three of you walked to the bathroom together, Chan working on getting the water to the perfect temperature while you and Changbin made a big show of taking off the other’s clothes, running your hands across bare skin and kissing him with tired eyes.

“Go ahead,” Chan said, starting to remove his own shirt and pants while Changbin sunk down beneath the water first with a groan, holding out his hand for you.

“Thank you, Binnie,” you said, feeling nothing short of affectionate as you offered him another kiss before you sensed Chan making himself comfortable behind you.

You squealed when Chan wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest while Changbin reached for your discarded razor from the sink, supporting one leg against the tile while he started to run the blade across the expanse of your skin.

“Comfortable, princess?” Changbin asked, and you nodded your head in agreement.

“We should do this more often,” you said, smiling when Chan started to massage some of your shampoo into your hair.

“But not too late,” Chan reminded you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be annoyed by him; after all, he was only trying to take care of you - they both were - and you could think of no better ending to a chaotic afternoon than the situation you found yourself in - enjoying the presence of both your boyfriends as they showed you just how much they loved you.

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starryseung · 4 years

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hwang hyunjin + smut

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request; for @sxltyshima hi!! could I request Hyunjin with a corruption kink, size kink and breeding kink??🥺 word count; 1.2k words warnings; dom!hyunjin, corruption kink, slight breeding kink and size kink

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“I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back tonight, doll,” hyunjin growls, morphing his expression into an angelic smile soon after as he excuses himself from the crowd; hands circling your waist to escort you to an empty room.

he enters the relatively quiet and dimly lit place and shuts it lock, the click echoing throughout the four walls of the elegantly decorated bedroom. you feel him pulling you closer, face almost hitting his chest if it weren’t for the harsh pull he had maintained on your hair— and he picks you up effortlessly and plops you onto the bed, climbing on top of you.

“you think you’ve behaved well tonight, babygirl?” he snarls in your ear, shivers running over your body.

of course, you hadn’t behaved. it all started when you sat yourselves in the extravagant black limousine, and you decided to flash him your bare cunt under the tight black dress you were wearing, smiling cheekily as if it was nothing. then moving on to the dinner table where he was talking to his mates about the economy and you decided to graze your fingers ever so slightly above his hard-on, making his breathing hitch in his throat.

you chose to rile him up further, tightening your grip around his length, as if the tight pants he’d worn weren’t enough to make him lose his last strings of sanity. gripping your hand tightly under the table, he announces his departure to his friends, leading us to where you were currently— under him.

even after knowing your deeds, you spit out the same fucking answer,

“i don’t think i’ve misbehaved…” you lean in closer to his ears to finish what you started;

“…daddy,”

he grunts, grinding down on your bare core, making you suck in harshly— your chest pushing up against his. hyunjin knew your every move, what you were going to say, what you would do to piss him off further. he pulled the dress off of you in one swift motion, licking his lips at the sight in front of him.

“you’re just desperate for my cock, huh? so wretched just for me to fill you up right?” he moans, feeling your wetness through his jeans. he’s quick to remove the tight clothing to free his member.

hyunjin’s movements occur so quickly you barely get to register the glare he has set on your squirming form, his hair barely covering his eyes. and of course, his arms, straining against the fabric of the coat which is soon removed by your shaky hands. the slight vein prominent on his neck and arms make your mind go haywire, feeling need spread throughout your body; starting from your cunt.

his fingers stroke your wet folds, collecting the wetness to rub his digits against your clit. you whine at the sensation of his long fingers simply prodding at your entrance, rutting down so you feel full by the slightest bit.

he notices your struggle, pulling his hand away. bringing his fingers up to your lips, he smirks and glides his thumb on your lips to open you up, shoving his fingers into you instantly. you suck at the appendages, rolling your tongue around him to taste yourself on him. you suck on his fingers and look up at him, making him groan at the filthy scene.

you looked so submissive, so small compared to him, how his strong hands easily found their way around your neck, the slightest of pressure making fog cloud your vision. hyunjin loved it; how you wanted to be fucked so badly at a formal event, wanting nothing but to be filled by his cock up to the brim.

you grow impatient by the moment, rutting against the white sheets as he withdraws his hands from you. he pumps himself up with his hands, expression falling slightly with realisation.

“no condom,” hyunjin mutters, looking around as if hoping for one to be lying on the bedside just for an unexpected situation like this. you let out a disgruntled whine, ghosting your fingers above your folds to obtain some kind of pleasure.

“it’s alright, just fuck me please,” you croak out, and hyunjin cocks an eyebrow, smirking at your despair. something about fucking you raw clicked a switch in him, the thought of feeling you around him without a barrier making him harder.

“anything the princess wants,” he rubs his length at your tip, your warm wetness making it easier for him to push in with ease. he thrusts in with one fluid motion, your walls clenching around him. you groan at the pain switching to pleasure as he takes his sweet time thrusting into you.

you dig your nails into his biceps, the feeling of him rawing you sending you over the edge. he traces his fingers around your breasts, adoring your perked up buds; his thrusts never once faltering. he places his plush lips around your nipples, swirling his tongue around them carefully and drinking in every reaction you made.

your whines, nails carving small crescents into his arms, walls clenching around his length occasionally; he never missed a single detail, appreciating how vocal you were being of the pleasure he was providing you with.

hips slowing down to sensual, deep thrusts, hyunjin tugs on a nipple between his teeth, rolling his fingers around the other. the overwhelming sensations of lust make you a whining mess under him, his thrusts picking up pace. you feel your orgasm creeping up as the knot in your stomach tightens, his fingers reaching downwards to ghost over your clit.

he detaches his lips, a clear string of spit between your breast and his lips breaking when he licks his lips. he feels your walls clench around him, fingers pressing against your throbbing clit. your moans grow louder, knuckles turning white with the harsh grip you had on the sheets due to your impending orgasm.

he pulls out completely, thrusting back in with full force that has you crying under him. he rams his dick into you at an intense speed, mercilessly drawing rough patterns on your clit. you throw your head back against the sheets, broken sobs leaving your lips as you feel your orgasm crashing over you.

you feel a wave of hot and cold wash over you, leaving you a shaking mess. hyunjin continued his thrusts into you until it felt like you were going to burst, the vigorous feeling poking you from all sides. his movements turned sloppier; throwing his head back when he finally releases inside you.

he pulls out after a moment of breathing, still leaving you feeling full of his cum. he falls limp beside you, his arms and legs draped over you as if he was a noodle.

he hears his phone ring, tossing around to look at the screen. groaning, he turns to look at your naked frame, then back at his phone.

“we gotta go, y/n, chan is asking for us,” hyunjin mumbles, shuffling up to get dressed. he smirks while looking at your back facing him as you get dressed, a mischievous grin already meaning a naughty idea playing in his head.

he walks over close behind you before opening the door leading to the main hall, whispering into you ears;

“i’m not done with you yet, babygirl,”

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kisskissbanggang · 4 years

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Stand Down

[SKZ drabble, Assassin!Hyunjin x Female Reader, Dom/Sub]

Hyunjin wasn’t very good at this, and for that you were grateful. You were even ecstatic. A couple of weeks ago you first noticed his slim figure lurking in the shadows of the bar as you hung out with your friends. He was bad at tailing you. He lost you much too easily and never watched his back and drew his gun way too eagerly.

You weren’t bitter. Your former boss had found a new golden boy to have around before he threw you out, and now that you found success elsewhere he sicced the golden boy on you even though this was NOT his forté. And now his golden boy was tied up in your hideout. Your own bargaining chip.

It had been too easy. You hung out by the river at this spot so many times over the past few days that he was sure this just happened to be where you liked to blow off steam — an old, abandoned train station by the river. He didn’t realize you made it too easy, with a perch in the upper level of the building that gave him a perfect vantage point of your favorite spot. So he didn’t realize when you were already prepared.

Hyunjin pulled hard against the bindings holding him to railing in the loft as he tried to realize what just happened, until you dropped down to look at him. You set down the gun you’d barely needed to threaten him.

“What’re you doing here?” Hyunjin asked, his normally gentle voice filled with contempt.

“You were the one following me, so you tell me,” you grinned.

“You’re the one I’m supposed to be getting?!”

“You didn’t know?” You stared. This was a new level of stupid.

“I don’t know,” Hyunjin lamented, “all I have is a name that isn’t yours and a pretty shit reconnaissance file.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, “you’re getting rubbed out.”

“What?!”

You helped yourself to Hyunjin’s lap and condescendingly cupped his face. “He didn’t think there would be any way I’d let you live if you came after me.”

Hyunjin jerked away from you. “You have no proof. You’re just trying to make me doubt myself.”

“Pretty fun way to do it, if you you ask me,” you smiled as you adjusted your dress to let you sit more comfortably. You had managed to do this all in a dress and heels, having lured Hyunjin here after a night at the club. “I’m sure he saw how you looked at me. I’m sure he knew about the time you asked me out.”

“Shut up,” Hyunjin grumbled.

“Why?” You laughed, slipping off his beret to stroke your fingers through his hair. “Just because I was the only one to not give in to your nice guy routine? Just because I’m better than you and you wanted to knock me down a peg by sleeping with me?”

“Shut up,” Hyunjin repeated, only weaker now.

“This is cute,” you cooed, still brushing your fingers through his hair, “how did you know I’d like it?”

“Shut up,” Hyunjin muttered one more time. He couldn’t quite look at you.

Until you began subtly rocking your hips on his. “Why? Is it reminding me of that time we kissed? You said it was the most exciting thing you’d ever done.”

Hyunjin pulled against the zip ties holding his wrists to the railing, but his bobbing Adam’s Apple gave him away. You tugged on his hair in your hand and caught him swallowing down a moan.

“Admit I’m better than you and I’ll make sure your boss doesn’t find you so he can terminate you properly,” you smiled sweetly. Hyunjin scoffed now.

“Like I would ever do that,” Hyunjin sneered, interrupted as you grabbed his erection through his pants. “Let him find me,” he coughed out, trying to sound confident as you unbelted him and unzipped his pants.

You leaned in just enough to give him the idea that you really could kiss him again, and he shivered under you, but you never pulled away. You stayed there, lips only one breath away from his, so nearly kissing him as you teased the dripping head of his cock against your panties. “Say I’m better,” you ordered again.

“No fucking way,” Hyunjin breathed, fighting hard to remain in control of his senses even as you pulled your panties aside and bobbed the leaking tip of his length inside you. He groaned hard and shook his head in earnest.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” you teased, your saccharine smile dripping with spite as you ground your hips down onto his erection, “say I’m better.”

Hyunjin moaned out loud at your warm depths squeezing him tight as you began to ride him. You gave him an animated moan for effect and he pulled hard against his restraints again. He bit his lip as you pulled hard on his hair and finally made good on your promise to kiss him. Hyunjin whined pathetically into your kiss, his hips desperately rutting up against yours.

“You’re better,” he sighed, lost in pleasure as you kissed along his jaw to his throat.

“Say it again,” you taunted triumphantly.

“You’re better,” Hyunjin whimpered, ducking his head down to try and feverishly kiss along your neck before you kissed him again.

“Good,” you praised, “now was that really so hard?”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Hyunjin begged, and you happily gave into him, threading your fingers into his hair and pulling as you fucked him hard. His desperation and compliance was perhaps the most exciting sensation you ever had course through you, manifesting in an unexpected orgasm as you rode him. You gripped Hyunjin’s hair and made him kiss you again as you came with shuddering moan on his cock, and you were soon after filled with his own orgasm as you wrapped your arms tight around him for support.

You sat together, still tangled around him for a moment before you let yourself sit up. “Alright,” you smiled breathlessly, “a deal’s a deal. Now let’s get you somewhere safe.”

“Thanks,” Hyunjin smirked, “but no thanks.”

You felt two gun barrels pressing onto your shoulder blades and you hazarded a look behind you. Of course. Minho and Chan. You’d been so distracted by Hyunjin you never even thought to look for accomplices.

“That was easy,” Chan mused.

Minho grimaced. “Did you have to make us watch, though?”

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step out! do what you want (chapter three)

pairing: reader/bang chan side pairings: established changbin/minho, past jisung/reader (and it’s causing problems), reader/bang chan/jisung rating: explicit | 18+ warnings: oh boy here we go. angst like mad, lots of drama, more profanity, chan is possessive and jealous, arguments, smut, threesome (because I am trash), smoking (again), mention of firearms, unprotected sex, mentions of drug use, profanity, alcohol consumption, minor praise kink, lots of biting. word count: about 15,000 (!!) also posted to my AO3 here! chapter/series navigation

chapter three: one more step, i will never stop

recommended tracks: you calling my name by got7, I am you by stray kids, follow by monsta x, jungle by punchnello, absinthe by punchnello, louder than bombs by bts, veni vidi vici by zico, baby don’t like it 나쁜 짓 by nct 127, on track by stray kids, honsool by agust d, congratulations by eric nam, singularity by bts, people by agust d, 時間がない by kirinji, and 주소서 (pray) by b.a.p (I cannot get enough of this song right now). playlist can be found here!

note: jisung is so soft in this chapter. he’s one of my favourites (stan 3RACHA), so writing this chapter broke and warmed my heart a million times over. apologies for the length of this one!

disclaimer: any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now.

side note: for the love of minho’s cats, don’t mix party drugs or drugs with alcohol.

You had shown a photo of your ex, Jisung, to Christopher and Changbin, who confirmed that it was the Jisung they knew. When Christopher saw his face on your phone, his mouth turned down into a scowl, causing him to become tense and reserved. “Whatever,” he grumbled as he spun on his heel, turning to the fridge, “I’m gonna make some jigae with the stuff in the fridge. We’ll deal with this later.”

Changbin pulled his eyebrows together in confusion. He opens his mouth to speak to Christopher, but decides against it, turning to you instead. “Look, we’ll make this work. Han won’t be here for that long, just a follow-up on his task. Then he’ll be gone and we can pretend this never happened. Okay?”

You nod your head, hoping that it was going to go that smoothly. Christopher takes out some ingredients from the fridge and then pulls out some cookware with a clatter, the noises causing Minho to finally wake up.

“Aaaaahhhhhh, Binnie,” he groans loudly while stretching, catching the attention of Changbin.

“What, Min?” Changbin says with little concern in his voice, getting up and walking over towards him. He leans over the back of the couch, reaching a hand down to Minho’s hair to ruffle it around.

“Binnie, you crushed me, cuddling me too hard in your sleep last night and now I hurt,” Minho whines, grabbing Changbin’s arm and pulling the brunette down on top of him.

“What the fuck?” Changbin squeaks out, in a cute voice you weren’t aware he could make, before he topples over the back of the couch.

“Cuddle me and make it better,” Minho cries out dramatically, wrapping his arms and legs around the smaller man. Changbin tries to say something, but his voice is muffled while he’s kicking his legs up and down in the air.

Watching the two of them made you smile, happily reaching down to your cup of lukewarm coffee to take a sip. You turned your attention towards Christopher, watching him chop up some vegetables and other ingredients, prepping them and putting them all into a large pot.

“Can I help you with anything?” You ask him.

“Nah,” he shrugs your suggestion off, turning over his shoulder to smile at you, “I don’t know how to work with someone else in the kitchen, but maybe we can try something out later?”

“Yeah,” you smile back at him, “I’d like that.”

The assembly of kimchijigae doesn’t take that long. Once all of the ingredients are in the pot, Christopher calls for Changbin to help him set up the gas burner on the coffee table, while you help by getting the rice started in the rice cooker.

Within a half hour, you’re all sitting down around the table, happily eating the jigae. Changbin and Minho are talking about some story about the time they went to Daegu and the Colourful Daegu Festival was happening. They had dropped some acid and lost their minds during the parade, where there was a lot of music, dancing, and other performative arts on display.

As fun as their story sounded, Christopher looked like he wasn’t completely paying attention, his mind distant and thinking about something else. “Christopher?” You call out to him, poking him in the arm with the back end of your chopsticks.

“What?” He snaps back to reality and shakes his head. “Oh, sorry,” he apologizes, “I was just lost in thought over something. How’s the jigae?”

You smile and nod, “I’m impressed, Mr. Bang, I had no idea you could cook.” The compliment makes him smile, and he reaches out to rub his hand on your thigh in appreciation. “You’ve been telling me for two days now that you’d make me something and you finally did it. It was worth the wait.”

You’re about to bring another bite of rice to your mouth when a knocking at the door startles you. Changbin and Christopher stand up at the same time, but Changbin calmly coaxes the blond to sit back down. “It’s probably Jisung, but if it’s not,” he grabs his bag from under the table and pulls out a pistol, sheathed in a protective case, tucking it in his waistband, “I’ll handle it.” Minho stands up, a focused look on his face as he quietly walks over to sit next to you, likely to help calm you down and to protect you if need be.

Christopher reaches under the coffee table, staring at Changbin as he walks to the front door. His hand fumbles a bit until a sliding door is heard. Out of the secret compartment, he pulls a pistol that’s identical to Changbin’s and a magazine, snapping the machinery together. He puts a hand on your leg, gripping it tightly as you start to tremble in panic. “It’s alright,” he whispers to you. Changbin turns to Christopher, and they both nod.

A knock is heard at the door again, a bit more urgent this time. “Who is it?” Changbin questions coolly, putting a hand on the door and his other hand on the handle of his pistol.

“Bang-hyung?” It’s faint, but you can hear a voice come from the door. “No, wait, Seo-hyung? It’s me.” Changbin turns around, dramatically rolling his eyes in the direction of all of you, a dumbfounded look on his face. He opens the door and yells at the silver-haired man that walks in.

“Aish!” Changbin exclaims, slapping the back of the man’s head, eliciting a squeal from him. “You dumbass! I told you that you needed to text us when you show up. We thought you were a potential threat.”

Christopher exhales an irritated sigh of relief, taking his hand away from your leg before disassembling the magazine from his pistol. “Fucking moron,” he grumbles under his breath, putting the pistol and magazine back in the compartment under the table. He turns to look at you right as you spin your head around and look at the man that walks in. Your jaw drops in shock as you realize it really is Jisung.

“Sungie?” The word squeaks out from you in shock. Jisung snaps in your direction when he hears your voice, looking as if he was hallucinating the sound of you.

“Bunny?” He says your old nickname with a whine. He looks directly at you for a second before nearly running over to you, almost tripping over himself as he kneels in front of you, reaching his hands up to your face. “Oh my god, why are you here? How are you here?”

Christopher scoffs, rolling his eyes as he kicks back into his chair, arms folded, biting his lip back in anger. An air of jealousy fills the room as he watches Jisung pull you into a hug with him. “Oh my god, oh my god,” he whispers, rubbing the back of your head. “I knew there was a civilian woman here, but I had no idea it was you, baby, I’m so sorry.” His voice is so calm, so soothing, but you feel how broken his heart must be, seeing you in such a helpless situation.

It’s almost like the past year never happened, the comfort between you is so warm and familiar. It felt so good to be comforted by Jisung, but you could feel Christopher staring at both of you with fire in his eyes, like he would kill Jisung just by staring at him if he could.

“Han,” the man assertively barks, causing you both to jump. “Beijing. What happened?” His tone is curt and cold, something you hadn’t heard in him before. You had a sinking feeling in your gut that this wasn’t going to go smoothly, after all.

Jisung snaps up, bowing deeply in apology. “B-Bang-hyung,” he stutters out, “yes, my apologies. I just,” he turns to you nervously, then back to Christopher. “I’m sorry, we used to be close and to know she’s here, in danger, well-“

“I’ve got her.” Christopher cuts Jisung off, sitting forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees, “She’s not your concern right now. She’s mine.”

The way he claims you so nonchalantly makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It was a strangely attractive thing for him to say to your ex-boyfriend, but it was also really embarrassing. Jisung had no idea that the two of you were something, so he just kind of brushes it off not really grasping the seriousness of Christopher’s words.

“Yes, hyung, I understand,” he nods, “but, if I may, since she knows me, I’d like to-“

“Shut up, Han.” Christopher spits out, balling his fists up, slamming one of them into the arm of the chair as he cuts Jisung off again. “I don’t want to hear another goddamn word out of your mouth unless it has to do with Beijing.”

Changbin pipes up from behind the couch, “Chan,” he says with a commanding tone, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Back off. That’s an order. Jisung isn’t your enemy here, he’s your brother. Do I need to remind you of the code?” Christopher shoots a nasty glare at him, snarling his lip up in anger.

“I’m sorry,” Jisung interrupts in confusion, “Am I missing something?”

You sigh, dropping your head down to your hands to comb your fingers through your hair. “Sungie,” you say softly, looking back up at Jisung, “Chris- uh, Chan, I mean, and I are, well,” you voice trails off, not really sure what to call this thing that’s going on between the two of you.

“We’re seeing each other,” Christopher finishes your sentence for you, eyeing you before he looks back up to Jisung. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

Jisung looks at both of you a couple of times, disbelief painted on his face, before he finally settles his eyes on you. “Bunny, is this true?”

“Kind of?” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “We met each other at a party the other night and I’ve been here ever since because shit hit the fan.” Jisung’s face falls as he looks at you, realizing the implication of what you’ve done with his superior.

“Baby,” he whispers, the look of disappointment on his face causing your heart to sink down into your stomach. You shouldn’t feel bad, since it’s been a year and you separated amicably, but you always felt protective of Jisung while you were together, a feeling that clearly hasn’t disappeared from you.

“The fuck does it matter to you?” Christopher grumbles under his breath as he stands up, walking angrily over to a drawer in the kitchen. He rifles through it for a second, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Whatever. I’m going out on the balcony; I need a cigarette. Enjoy your fucking reunion. After I come back, I want that goddamn report on Beijing and then I want you to get the fuck out of my apartment, Han.”

Christopher pulls open the blinds in the far corner of the living room, unlocking the balcony door and flinging it open. He steps outside and rips the door closed behind him, closing it with a loud slam. You’re not sure, but you think you hear him yell “fuck” after he slams the door.

“The hell is his problem?” Minho chirps up for the first time in a while, looking up at Changbin, then back down to you. “Are you alright?” He places his hand on top of your knee, rubbing it softly with his thumb. You timidly nod your head, still in shock.

“I swear to God, that man and his issues,” Changbin grits his teeth and sighs, walking up to Jisung to squeeze his shoulder in support. “I’ll go talk to him. I’m sorry he’s taking this out on you, Jisung. You know how he gets when he’s stressed. He probably doesn’t mean any of it.”

Jisung doesn’t say anything, just nodding in response as he looks down at his feet.

“Minho,” Changbin says, making his way to the balcony door, “keep an eye on things in here. Yell if you need me.”

“I’ve got it, Binnie, don’t worry,” he says with a nod. Changbin slips through the door and you can see Christopher throw his hands up in the air as he starts to yell. His muffled voice somewhat comes through the door, but there’s no way you can possibly make out anything he’s saying.

Jisung flops down in Christopher’s seat, letting his head fall into his hands. “Bunny,” he says, not bothering to look up at you, “I can’t believe that you and Chan-hyung are…”

Minho chimes in, “Hey, maybe you two should go into the studio and talk this out? I’ll stay out here and keep an eye on things.”

It was a good idea, you had to admit. This entire situation was complicated and personal, not really something you wanted everyone to hear. It would probably make you both more comfortable if you talked about it in private, anyways. You stood up and grabbed Jisung’s hand, guiding him to the studio with you. Once inside, you closed the door softly and fumbled your fingers around on the wall for a light switch, flicking up the first one you felt.

The room illuminated, and the first thing you saw as you turned around was Jisung’s pained face. He stutters, trying to come up with something to say to you, but he just stands there, dumbfounded. You weren’t exactly sure where to begin. It was over a year since you saw him last, and all of the memories you had together were floating around in your head, not helping make the situation any easier.

“Jisung,” you open your mouth to speak, but before you can say anything else, the lean man walks up to you, pushing his body against yours so you’re forced to step back up against the wall. As soon as your back hits the wall, he reaches his hand up to just under your chin, bringing it up to his face.

“Don’t say anything, baby,” he whispers, tears glistening in his eyes, before his lips softly collide with yours. His lips have a faint taste of bubblegum, probably from his favourite chapstick, and his tongue is warm and soft against yours. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers softly in between kisses, “I never wanted to leave you. I loved you so much, and I absolutely still do.” His voice starts to crack, and you feel tears come down his cheeks as he rubs his face against yours with his sloppy, needy kisses. “I just… I couldn’t do it to you, bunny. They had connections in the industry and I needed the money. I was only going to stick around until I had enough and then stop with the criminal shit, but now I just can’t leave. They’re my family now, my brothers. They mean so much to me.”

He breaks down, his head falling on to your shoulder. Racking sobs run through him as he pulls you into a tight embrace. You try your best to soothe him, an arm wrapped around his back and one hand stroking his hair. “Sungie, baby,” you whisper into his ear, hushing him, “it’s okay, I forgive you. I promise, it’s okay.”

You both stand there for a while, letting Jisung calm down a bit thanks to your words and your soothing demeanour. After what seems like an eternity, he finally stops crying. When you’re about to pull away from each other and go back into the living room, you hear footsteps and chattering come from outside the studio.

“Where is she?” Christopher’s voice booms from the other room, loud and terse, “Where is he?”

“Goddammit, Chan,” Changbin growls after him, sighing. “We just talked about this.”

“I told them they should talk it out in private, in the studio,” Minho answers him, his voice quiet and timid. “Was that a bad idea?”

Footsteps draw closer and Christopher bursts through the door. He looks at Jisung, nuzzled up to your shoulder, eyes wide and still damp from crying. “Chan-hyung, please,” he whimpers out, cowering back into your shoulder before the blonde starts to make an advance towards him with his fist drawn back.

“Christopher!” You shout, throwing an arm up in the air and turning Jisung away from the blond, gripping him closer to your chest to shield him. “That’s enough!” Your outburst causes him to stop dead in his tracks, dropping his arm. “I will not tolerate you treating Jisung like this. Yeah, I get it, you feel threatened because we have a history, but if you so much as touch him, I will leave here and never come back. I don’t care what anyone out there does to me. I won’t stand for this.”

The two of you stare at each other for a pause pregnant with tension, Jisung gripping your shirt tightly. “Fuck,” Christopher finally sighs out, rolling his eyes as he walks over to the couch behind you. He grips his hair, looking up at the two of you. “Han,” he starts, letting himself breathe for a moment. “Jisung, I’m sorry. I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you since you showed up. Actually, since before you showed up.”

Jisung rubs his face on your shirt. He stands upright and turns to look at Christopher, still holding on to you with one hand. “Chan-hyung,” he says, looking at you, then looking back to him. “I know you’ve both been doing things, but,” he sighs, eyes drifting down to his feet, “I still love her. I wouldn’t have left her if it wasn’t for the family. Seeing her here makes me terrified for what could happen. She still means so much to me, even after all of this time.” His hand drops down from your waist, grabbing your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours.

Christopher grimaces at the sight, but chooses to let it go. “I get that,” he groans, “but you left her. It’s up to her to decide if she wants you back. Even if,” his voice trails off and he sits fully back into the couch, “even if it doesn’t involve me.”

“Haven’t you only known each other for two days?” Jisung innocently questions, hoping that the question won’t provoke a fight. “Seems a bit early to care that much?”

“Yeah,” Christopher says as he avoids eye contact with either of you, “but there’s something about her. Maybe it’s this whole situation, maybe I’m just delusional. But there’s something that makes me want to risk it for her.”

Jisung smiles, looking at you as Christopher starts talking about you. He squeezes your hand and nods his head. “I know, she’s incredible.” The way that he looks at you reminds you of the night he first told you that he loved you, with that same boyish grin on his face and excitement in his eyes.

Christopher looks up to you both, an uncomfortable, awkward look on his face. Even Jisung simply making lovey eye contact with you just hurts him. You weren’t in love with him, not even close, but you did have some feelings towards him that were starting to be impossible to ignore. Choosing between them would be hard, and you simply didn’t want to do it.

“Wait,” your eyes light up with an idea. You pull Jisung to the couch, telling him to sit at the opposite end of Christopher. You go to close the door, seeing Minho and Changbin making a pointed effort to hide their eavesdropping before the door slides closed with a click. “What if,” you say, walking back to the couch, sitting in between the two men, “I don’t have to choose between you two, at least not yet?”

Christopher squints his eyes in confusion and Jisung cocks his head to the side, not quite understanding what you mean. “You know,” you say as you grab a hand from each of them, “you just share me, until I make up my mind?”

“Share you?” Christopher is the first one to respond, sounding confused.

“Oh,” Jisung breathes out, then the realization hits him, “oh. You mean…” He looks at Christopher, then back to you. “You want me to share you with Chan-hyung? But he’s my superior, he makes all of the decisions. If he says no, then,” his voice goes from excited to a bit dejected.

“Jisung, look at me.” Christopher addresses him with a stern voice. “If it’s what she wants, it’s fine with me. I don’t know how we’ll make it work, and it already sounds weird, but I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Jisung’s eyes light up as he looks at Christopher and then looks to you, “You mean it, hyung?”

Christopher nods his head, then turns his attention to you. “I’m willing to do anything if you’ll give me a chance. You are stuck here with me for a while, yeah?”

You smile and look down at the hands you’re holding. It was a strange concept that you weren’t sure would even work, but it was something to hopefully keep the three of you somewhat happy and entertained while you were stuck here.

“Okay,” Christopher says, standing up, “I’m glad we could work this out, but we really need to talk about the Beijing deal, Jisung.” You both look up at him, noticing an awkward smile on his face. “Come on, let’s go back out there, take care of work, then we can address all of this,” he waves his hands in a broad circle around all of you, “when we’re done. Alright?”

Jisung nods his hand, squeezing your hand before he stands up. “Whatever you say, Chan-hyung.”

“Can you, like,” Christopher rubs the back of his head in embarrassment, sighing, “not call me hyung when it’s just the three of us? It’s a little weird, considering the circumstances.”

“Oh!” Jisung exclaims, “Yeah, sure thing, Chan-hy… Channie.” He corrects himself, then giggles. “That doesn’t seem right, either, does it?”

“Ugh,” Christopher groans, walking to the door, “don’t get used to it, Sungie.” He mockingly uses your nickname for Jisung and it causes the silver-haired man to visibly cringe.

“Point taken,” he says, following Christopher to the door. “C’mon, baby, let’s go.”

Jisung does an extensive job explaining just how the Beijing job went. The guys had been working on building up their relationship with the Triad since the Shanghai incident a couple years ago, and, based on what Jisung reported, it sounded like it was finally getting better. He had secured a deal for a small shipment of firearms and some party drugs like ecstasy and cocaine. The cocaine was more expensive than Changbin wanted, since it was coming from a different source this time, but he figured he could turn it at the clubs for a higher profit pretty easily.

“I’m impressed,” Changbin says, sitting forward from his spot on the couch, clasping his hands together in front of him. “I wasn’t expecting you to actually secure the whole deal, much less any part of it. For a last minute switch up, I’m glad I sent you, Jisung.”

Jisung flashes a cocky smile at Changbin, darting his eyes to you for a quick second, looking like he hoped that you were impressed, too. “Thanks. Beats getting protection money for once, but I really need to brush up on my Mandarin. I got lost in conversation a couple of times and had to try explaining stuff in Korean and English.”

“Chan can help you with that,” Changbin says, looking to the blond man with a serious look on his face, “if he’s done being an asshole to you, that is.”

“Oh, shove it,” Christopher scoffs. “Yeah, Jisung, I’ll help you before your next trip out there; it’ll probably be a while, though, since you’re gonna be out here a lot more now. I need you to cover my usual spots since I’m stuck here.”

Changbin and Minho exchange a surprised glance with each other and then look at Christopher. “What the hell happened in there?” Minho pries, “You’re calling him Jisung now? You’re not trying to tear his throat out? Are you actually being nice for once?”

Christopher glares at Minho, causing the black-haired man to gasp, then he turns to motion at you. “It’s thanks to her. She brought me to my senses, made me realize how irrational I was being. Now I’ll only get mad at the kid if he deserves it.”

“Chan-hyung,” Jisung says, the corner of his lip pulling up a bit, “thanks for offering to help me. I’ll need it.”

Christopher waves his hand dismissively in the air. “Don’t get too excited. You’re still covering my normal shit and I’m gonna work you twice as hard to pick up the slack.” Jisung lets out a whine as he’s told about his workload.

Minho snickers at the way Christopher phrases his demands, making a comment under his breath. “Yeah, I bet you’ll work him hard.”

His quip earns him a light shove from Changbin. “Alright,” the brunette says, standing up. “Since you two seem to be getting on just fine for now, Minho and I are going to go back to our place for the night. I’ve got to meet with Hyunjin tomorrow to fill him in on some things and so I can take care of the goods we’ve got coming in thanks to Jisung.”

Changbin turns to Jisung, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m leaving you to watch this place tonight. A couple of the newer guys in our security group, Lee and Yang, are in 3201 if shit goes down and you need backup. Chan has an arsenal hidden in the studio, so you don’t need to worry about arming yourself.” He turns to look at you, then Christopher. “We’ll be in one of our properties in Apgujeong-dong tonight, so if you need anything, call me and I’ll be here pretty quickly.”

Changbin turns back to the couch, offering a hand to Minho to help him upright, which the black-haired man happily accepts. “Don’t worry,” Minho says, looking down at you, “We’ll be back tomorrow night or Thursday morning. You haven’t seen the last of me yet. I know Binnie doesn’t like to leave Channie alone for too long.”

“Aish,” Changbin says as he elbows Minho in the side, “you make it sound like I’m obsessed with him.”

“I mean,” Minho says with a smirk as he rubs his side, “with the way that last night went and how you reacted when we listened to that recording-“

“I’m going to throw you in the river on the way out.” Changbin cuts Minho off, grumbling as he walks towards the door. “C’mon, you troublemaker. I’ll give you something to obsess over when we get home.” Minho grins, then leans down to you to give you a hug.

“I put my number in your phone last night, so if you need to bitch to anyone, I’ve got your back. I’ve also got a lot of knowledge on Chan if you need it. Put a better passcode on your phone, by the way; birthdays are too obvious,” he whispers in your ear before standing back up. “Channie, Sungie, I’ll see you soon.” His voice is light and cheerful as he says his goodbyes.

“Min,” Changbin says pointedly, adjusting some items around in his bag before motioning for him to follow, “Come on, let’s go. Seungmin isn’t gonna wait forever.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Minho says, waving at everyone as he heads towards the entrance and puts his shoes on. “Try not to kill each other while we’re away, okay?”

Christopher scoffs and waves at the guys as they walk through the door. “See ya.”

An awkward silence falls over the three of you. The couch now feels a lot more spacious now that Minho and Changbin are no longer sitting next to you. Christopher and Jisung are sitting in the chairs across from you, and all of you are trying to avoid looking at each other.

“Well,” Christopher chimes in after a minute, slapping his legs as he stands up. “I’m gonna pour myself a drink. Do you guys want something?” You look over at Jisung, who is nibbling on his bottom lip and looking at you, then look up at Christopher.

“Sure, I guess,” you say noncommittally. “I don’t want any soju or beer, though, not after last night.” The memory of you and Christopher in the studio rudely comes up and interrupts your train of thought, and a blush creeps up on your face.

“What happened last night?” Jisung innocently enquires, looking at you with a puzzled expression. “Minho-hyung brought it up too.”

Christopher clears his throat, walking over to the kitchen, reaching up to a tall shelf above the refrigerator. “I’m gonna break into the whisky,” he says, ignoring Jisung’s question. “I’ve got some…” his voice trails off as you hear some bottles rattling around, “oh, I’ve got some sake, vodka, gin - why the fuck do I have gin? Damn you, Minho - oh, and some weird baijiu that Hyunjin brought me from Taiwan.”

Jisung pouts, visibly upset that neither of you answered his question. “Don’t you have any flavoured soju? I don’t like any of that stuff.”

“I think we drank most of it, but,” Christopher opens the fridge, humming to himself as he looks around, “Oh, yeah, we’ve got two bottles of peach and two bottles of strawberry leftover from yesterday. Which do you want? Do you want a glass?”

“Strawberry sounds good! No glass, though.” Jisung says in a happy voice, his face lighting up a bit. Christopher brings Jisung the bottle he requested, eliciting a soft, “thank you, hyung,” from the silver-haired man as he accepts it with both hands. Christopher turns back towards the kitchen, stopping in front of you.

“What do you want, baby?” Christopher asks, earning a glare from Jisung as he calls you baby, “I think you’d like the sake that I have. Want that?”

You nod your head a bit begrudgingly. “I suppose it’s different enough from soju, but I guess I’ll take the sake. Is it a nigori?”

Christopher twists his face in confusion at your question. “I don’t know,” he says with an upward inflection, walking back into the kitchen and fumbling with the bottles. “My Japanese is really bad. Is that the clear kind?”

“No,” you laugh, getting up to go assist him. “It’s cloudy. Nigori literally means murky, just so you know.”

“Oh,” he laughs, tilting the bottle to you, “I think you’ll like this one, then. I had it once in Osaka and brought a couple bottles back with me the last time I was there. It’s really good.”

“Thanks,” you say, holding the bottle. “I’m gonna need to chill it, though. You’re supposed to keep this stuff cold.”

Christopher opens up his bottle of whisky, the seal snapping loudly, grabbing a nice glass from the cupboard, He opens his freezer to put a couple of ice cubes in the glass. “Clearly, I don’t know these things,” he laughs, smiling at you for a moment longer than he should have. He sucks in air through his teeth, turning to grab a paper towel and wetting it in the sink. “Anyway, wrap it in this and stick it in the freezer for about 20 minutes. It’ll get nice and cold by then.”

You take the towel from him, wrapping it around the bottle in your hands. “That’s an odd tip,” you say, sticking the bottle in the freezer.

“Yeah, well,” Christopher grabs the bottle of whisky, and carefully pours it into his glass. “You learn a lot of weird drinking things when you’re friends with people that have the balls to buy warm beer that you wanted to drink sooner rather than later.”

Jisung lets out a giggle from the living room. “Bunny, you can share my soju with me while you wait for your sake to get cold!” You turn to him, about to tell him that you really don’t want more soju, but the way he smiles at you convinces you that one glass wouldn’t kill you.

“Fine,” you grumble, grabbing a sake cup from the cupboard, dramatically groaning as you walk back to the living room, shuffling your feet the entire way. “I really don’t want more of this flavoured stuff for a while, but I’ll drink a cup just for you, Sungie.”

He excitedly claps his hands once, shaking the bottle a couple of times before opening it. “Bunny, baby, here,” he motions for you to bring your cup to the table, “I’ll pour it for you, okay?” That’s exactly what he does, getting down on to the floor and getting really close to the cup. He sticks his tongue out of the corner of his face, squinting with determination as he fills your cup. “There! Now you’ve got a drink.”

The way he smiles at you warms your heart as he takes a quick drink from the bottle, then screws the lid back on his soju. You instinctively reach out to rub his face, letting your thumb slowly stroke his cheek. “Thank you, Sungie.”

Jisung is about to say something, but Christopher unceremoniously flops down on the floor to your right, sitting very closely to you. “Well,” he says, taking a sip of his drink, “aren’t you two cute? I can’t say I expected this from you, Sung. You never gave off those vibes.” You turn your head to look at him, expecting him to be angry, but he surprisingly doesn’t seem like it.

Christopher leans into your space, reaching a hand up to your face, and pulling it close to his. The sharp, sweet aroma of his whisky faintly floats up to you as he looks at your lips, then looks up at you with a look that screams desire. He gets closer, then softly kisses your lips. It’s not quite as passionate as the kisses he’s given you over the past couple of days, but it’s still loving and sweet.

He pulls away, looking at you, then looking at Jisung. “I can be cute, too.”

You feel your face warm, and you turn to Jisung to see if he’s angry. He has a determined look on his face as he stares at Christopher. His hand sneaks up to your neck, pulling you close to him, and he grips your face with his other hand, giving you a needy look. “I’m not always that cute,” he says with a low voice, flicking his eyes at Christopher before pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. As his tongue demands entrance into your mouth, the artificial flavour of strawberry is strong and briefly overwhelms your senses. His fingers dig into your skin gently, and you feel your heart skip a beat as he pulls away from you, breaking the kiss.

Jisung looks at you, proudly smiling and licking his lips. His eyes slowly roll over towards Christopher and he gives the blond a taunting smirk. Your mind is starting to spin, all of the attention from both men causing you to feel a bit overwhelmed in the best possible way.

“If that’s how it’s going to be,” Christopher says coolly before crawling over your lap, straddling you and grabbing the back of your neck, “I’m going to win this game.” He eases you down on to the floor, the cool panelling giving you a slight chill. He presses his lips to your neck, kissing you all over, occasionally giving you quick nibbles to make you squeal.

You down look at him exploring your neck and kissing you, then you look at Jisung. The expression on his face registers as jealous, but also intrigued and aroused. His bottom lip is sucked in under his teeth, and his eyes are half-open, staring down at you. “Chan,” he breathes out, crawling closer to both of you.

Christopher breaks away from you with a groan of irritation, turning to look at Jisung. “What? Why are you interrupting this?”

“She likes her collarbone marked up,” is what unexpectedly comes from Jisung. You were expecting him to be angry, but he looked like he was enjoying this. “She loves to be bruised, but only where I - er, we, can see it.”

The two men exchange glances, almost as if they were coming to a mutual conclusion, then turn to look at you with a devious intent in their eyes. “Wait, wait, wait,” you say, sitting up on to your elbows. “As much as I love this, I don’t wanna do this on the floor; it’s cold and uncomfortable. Can we save whatever this competition is between you for the bedroom?”

“Oh,” Christopher snaps out of it and sits back on his heels, moving his hand down to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think that this spot would be uncomfortable for you.”

Jisung puts a hand on your other thigh, smiling at you. “Yeah, sorry, we got a little excited, didn’t we, Chan?”

“I’m never going to get used to you not calling me hyung,” Christopher groans, moving back to his previous spot, taking a short sip from his drink and pulling his phone out of his back pocket. “I think we should eat something beforehand, too. It’s been a long time since lunch, yeah?”

It didn’t register to you until now, but you were starting to feel hungry. Jisung’s arrival did interrupt your meal earlier, after all. “Yeah, I could use something right now,” you say, subconsciously running your fingers over your stomach. “What are we going to eat, though? It’s not like we can go anywhere.”

“We can’t, sure,” Christopher says, scrolling through his phone. “But we can order something to be delivered to the lobby and have little Sungie be a good boy and fetch it for us.”

The way that Christopher talks about Jisung makes him blush awkwardly. He fidgets with the hand on your thigh, and you can’t help but giggle uncontrollably. “Bunny!” He whines softly, shaking your thigh with his hand.

“What?” Christopher looks up at you both with confusion. “Was it something I said?”

“Sungie,” you say between giggles, “he likes to be called a good boy by me. I wasn’t expecting a reaction out of him from you saying that, though.”

“Oh my god!” He shouts and playfully shoves you, a bright pink tinting his face in embarrassment. “I can’t believe you’d tell Chan-hyung something like that.” His arms fold in front of his chest and he frowns.

“I,” Christopher shakes his head in confusion, “What? What’s so weird about being called a good boy?”

“Aah!” Jisung groans, bringing his hands to his face and falling to the floor dramatically. “Hyung, please stop, it’s killing me.”

You can’t contain the full-blown laughter coming from you. There was always something you enjoyed about making Jisung squirm. He was always so cute and adorable when it was just the two of you. To see him react like this made you more confident that he was becoming more vulnerable with Christopher.

It takes you a minute to stop laughing so hard, but you do recover, sitting back up to wipe the corners of your eyes. Jisung is still curled up on the floor in embarrassment, and poor Christopher looks like he finally understands, just suffering from secondhand embarrassment for the man on the floor.

“Duly noted,” Christopher says, looking back down to his phone with a slight blush on his face, “a-anyway, what should we have for dinner? There’s a decent sushi nearby place that delivers.”

As you’re about to mention that it sounded good, a thought crosses your mind. “Wait,” you say, looking at Christopher with concern. “What if they can trace your location? You know, giving your name and phone number to this place.”

Jisung sits up with a groan. “It’s fine,” he grumbles, “we never use our real names or phone numbers for any of these things. We use burner numbers, and we almost always pay in cash, but we do have credit cards and IDs in fake names, just in case.”

Christopher hums in agreement. “Jisung, you’ve learned quickly. He’s right, though. We’re very cautious about our existence around people we don’t know.”

Jisung cocks his eyebrow and tilts his head, “Yeah, unless it’s an attractive girl at a house party.” This quip earns Jisung a middle finger from Christopher.

“If Changbin was here, I’d make you go out and pick this up instead,” he grumbles, looking back down to his phone, “I’m gonna order from this place. What do you want?”

Eventually, you sort out an order you all can agree on. Christopher places the order, and you grab your sake from the freezer. His trick was miraculous - it was cold, but not frozen. The paper towel came right off without ruining the label, too, which was an added bonus. You gently shake the bottle as you walk back to the table, pouring some of the sake into the cup you used earlier for Jisung’s soju.

“How did you two meet, anyways?” Christopher asks Jisung as you sit down. The question freezes you in place for a second, a bit embarrassed at the memory. Jisung and Christopher look at you as you shake yourself out of your stupor. “What?”

Jisung smiles, despite your discomfort, “I think she has a type. We met at a club, she was drunk and we were both lonely. I told her I made music, and she practically begged me to take her back to my place so she could listen to some of the stuff I made.”

You groan, and drink the entire cup of sake you poured in one sitting, even though you had intended to slowly sip on it. As you slam the cup back on the table, you notice Christopher is staring at you with a very amused smile on his face. “So, musicians, eh?” He quips, and it causes you to grumble. Your head falls to the table in frustration.

“Needless to say,” Jisung continues, “we didn’t even get close to hearing some of my music. She was on top of me, literally, as soon as we got back to my tiny apartment and the rest was history. We were both pretty hungover the next day, so we stayed in bed, messed around a bit, and ate really bad takeout while watching some bad dramas. If she didn’t stick around for that, we probably never would have ended up together.”

Christopher snickers, rubbing his hand on your back. “Seems reasonable. I can see how that would happen.”

You sit back up and pout at both of the men. “You two are just as bad, taking home a girl you barely know at a party or a club.” The three of you share a nice laugh as Christopher’s phone pings.

“Ah, wow, that was fast,” he looks up to Jisung, then back down to his phone, “that’s your cue. The concierge downstairs just texted me, and delivery guy is asking for, ah, what was the name I gave,” he scrolls on his phone for a second, “looks like you’re Kim Jihoon today.”

Jisung stands up and stretches, and Christopher gets up, walking to the kitchen to rifle through a drawer. “Jihoon doesn’t really suit me, does it?” He looks down at you and smiles, bending down to give the top of your head a quick peck.

“Here,” Christopher says from the kitchen, not looking up. He puts some bills on the countertop and shuffles some things around in the drawer before closing it. “Should be plenty to cover the bill. Tell the concierge that you’re in room 3201. He’s one of us, but it’s enough to throw off the deliverer, just in case.”

“Alright,” Jisung says as he walks to the entryway, grabbing the money on the counter on the way. “Kim Jihoon, at your service.” He sarcastically salutes before taking a mask out from his pocket, pulling it over his ears as he slips his feet into his shoes. “I’ll be back in a bit,” he says before exiting the apartment.

Christopher sits down right next to you, placing a hand on the back of your neck. “I’m going to be honest,” he says as you look at him, “this is still a little weird, but I can see that Jisung really does care about you.”

You try look down at your feet, but Christopher puts a finger under your chin, tilting it up so you look at him again. “I didn’t say it was bad, so please don’t look away from me. I told you, I’m willing to give this a shot for you. We just might have some awkward bumps along the way.” You nod, giving him a soft smile. “The way he kisses you, though. Wow, that was both fun and frustrating to watch. It made me want you more, which I didn’t think was even possible.”

“Really?” A giggle escapes from you. “You two looked like you were enjoying fighting over me.”

“Yeah,” Christopher laughs nervously, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to see what he’s like with you in bed.”

The thought of both men in bed with you caused your heart to flutter with excitement. The duality of them was enough to give you whiplash: Christopher was on the more aggressive side, from what you could tell, and Jisung was generally the complete opposite. He usually preferred it when you took control, being warm and comforting, but he had moments where he was the exact opposite, enjoying making you beg for any sort of sexual gratification.

“What’s up?” Christopher says, rubbing his thumb on your chin.

“Oh,” you say, snapping out of your thoughts. “I was just thinking it’s going to be interesting having you both at the same time. You’re both really different, that’s all.”

A curious look comes up on Christopher’s face with your response. He’s about to open his mouth to say something, but his phone beeps with a notification tone. “Ah,” he grumbles, reaching for his phone on the table, “that’s probably Jisung.” He scans his text message and stands up. “Yeah, it is. The fuck? What’s with all of the star emojis?”

“It’s something he does, especially when he’s been drinking,” you say with a laugh, “you’ll get used to it.”

Christopher shoots you a look of doubt before walking to the entrance. He opens the door, and Jisung walks in with a couple of paper bags. Christopher grabs the bags from Jisung, allowing him to come in and take his shoes off. “Thanks, Chan-hyung,” Jisung says, pulling his mask off and shoving it back into his pocket.

As Jisung is slipping his shoes off, Christopher walks back towards the living room, setting the bags down on the table. “Watch this,” he quietly mouths to you, before turning back to face Jisung. The silver-haired man stands up and starts walking over to you. You can see a wide grin from the side of Christopher’s face as he opens his mouth to speak. “Wasn’t little Sungie such a good boy, grabbing all of that for us?”

You stifle a laugh, eyes growing wide as you clasp your hands to cover your mouth. Jisung stops dead in his tracks and instantly turns bright red with embarrassment. He locks eyes with Christopher, a look of shock and disbelief on his face as his eyes widen. Christopher can’t take it, doubling over and cackling with enjoyment.

“I’m so sorry, Sungie,” you say between laughs, “I had no idea he was going to pull that on you.” Jisung looks at you and pouts, shuffling his feet towards the living room.

“Baby,” he whines as he flops down on the floor dramatically. “You know what that does to me.” His voice is in that whiny, needy tone that you loved to hear from him when you were together before. It’s the voice that told you that you could get away with nearly anything.

“Oh my god,” Christopher says, catching his breath and taking a seat on the floor. “I’m sorry, it was just so fun the first time. I had to try it out again just to see what you would do.”

Jisung sits upright, his face serious. “It’s weird when you do it!” He cries out, his brows furrowed. “It’s fine when she does it because I love it when she does that, it makes me all excited. When you do it, it’s just weird!”

Christopher looks at you, cocks an eyebrow, then looks back at Jisung. “Why’s it weird when I do it to you?”

If it were possible for Jisung’s face to turn a deeper shade of red, it was happening. His eyes nervously dart around, settling on the floor as he shrinks into himself a bit. “I like it,” he mumbles, barely audible enough for you to catch it.

“What was that?” Christopher prods, unsure if he heard the younger man correctly.

“I like when you do it, too!” He shouts in frustration. “It’s weird, because you’re my hyung and I don’t see you like that. But this whole situation is weird and I don’t know what to do about it.” Jisung did seem honestly flustered, but not quite upset.

“Sungie,” you say, softly, before you scoot close to him. He looks up at you and pouts, but you just grab his face and pull him into a gentle kiss. “It’s okay, baby, we’ll make sense of it as we go, okay?”

Jisung perks back up at your words, giving you a soft smile. “Okay, bunny, that’s fine with me.”

Christopher clears his throat and opens the bags up. “I think it’s time for food, yeah? I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Jisung nods and grabs some things from the bags, helping set everything out on the table.

All three of you get through the dishes you ordered, it seeming to be just the right amount of food. After a couple of drinks, the three of you are laughing around the table and are enjoying the company of one another.

“Well,” Christopher says, “before I drink anymore, I’m gonna step outside for a second.”

“I thought you only did that when you were bored at a party?” You ask, looking over at him in confusion.

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m just feeling like it tonight, you know? It’s been a weird day. Does it bother you?”

You shake your head, “I just don’t want you to smoke too much, that’s all.”

Christopher leans over and kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry, baby,” he says in a soothing tone, “I won’t.” He pulls away from you, walking over to the balcony door, grabbing the pack and lighter from earlier off of the end table by the window. “Don’t have too much fun without me,” he says with a wink before he slips outside and closes the door.

As soon as Christopher closes the door, Jisung reaches his hand out and grabs yours. “Baby,” he says, looking at you with concern. “About Chan…”

“What’s up, Sungie?” You ask, interlacing your fingers with his, giving the top of his hand a soft kiss.

“It’s about earlier.” He looks down to the floor, then back up to you, his face turning pink again. “When he, uh, called me a ‘good boy’.”

“What about it?” You ask, rubbing his hand with your thumb. “Did it really bother you? I can tell him to stop.”

“No!” Jisung shakes his head. “No, it didn’t bother me. But, um,” his voice trails off as he looks over his shoulder, over to the balcony door, then back down to his lap. “I really did like it. More than I should. I don’t know if it’s because he’s my hyung or my superior or if it’s because you like him, but,” he sucks in air through his teeth, colliding his head down to your shoulder “he said it and it instantly got me hard.”

Your eyes widen with shock. “Oh,” is all you can manage to squeak out, not really sure what to do with that information.

“Please don’t tell him,” Jisung says, still resting on your shoulder, “I don’t wanna make things any weirder than they are. He didn’t really like me much to begin with and I know he probably doesn’t even want me to be a part of this, so I don’t want to cause any more problems.”

You run a hand through his hair and rub his back with your other hand. “Don’t worry, Sungie, this is new to all of us.” You try your best to reassure him, but also reassuring yourself. This situation was indeed crazy, and unpredictable. This could either go very well, or very poorly, and you just had to go with it for now.

The balcony door opens, breaking the silence in the room. Christopher steps inside, setting his lighter down on the end table. He turns around, walking back to where you were sitting, looking confused. “Sung, are you alright?”

Jisung sits up with a snap and shakes his head. “I’m fine, Chan-hyung, I was just, uh-”

Christopher cuts him off as he sits down. “I told you, stop calling me hyung when it’s just the three of us. It’s weird. Are you sure you’re fine?” He reaches down to his glass, bringing it to his lips as he takes a sip of his whisky.

“Yeah,” Jisung says, a bit more calmly this time. “I just wanted to rest my head and cuddle. That’s all.”

“Okay,” Christopher says, clearly not convinced. “Anyway, now what do we do? It’s a bit after 11, so we could go to bed, but that seems a bit early.”

You take a drink of sake, darting your eyes back and forth between Christopher and Jisung, not really sure what to suggest. You really couldn’t handle drinking games two nights in a row.

Then, Jisung grabs his drink, sucking it all down at once. “Finish your drinks, or don’t,” he suggests, leaning on to the table. A somewhat shy smirk comes up on his face. “I think it’s time we finish what we started earlier.”

Your face flushes as you take a drink directly from the bottle of sake, finishing off the last of what was was left in it. Christopher smiles widely, finishing off his whisky. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says as he slams his glass on the table, turning to you. “Alright. Stand up, both of you” he commands you with an ominous tone to his voice.

You don’t see any reason not to, so you stand up at his request. “Jisung,” he says, “go in the bedroom and wait on the bed for us.”

Jisung looks like he’s thinking about protesting, but he decides against it. “Okay,” he says, flashing you a smile before he walks off towards the bedroom.

Christopher walks up to you, lifting your chin up so you look at him. “Do you trust me?” His voice is soft and calm, a stark difference to what he sounded like just a moment ago. He cared about what you were thinking, and it was starting to show.

“Yeah, I do. Why?” You ask, but Christopher doesn’t give you a complete answer. He bends down and picks you up, lifting you under your back and your knees.

“You’ll see,” he says, smiling deviously as he carries you to the bedroom.

Jisung is sitting at the foot of the bed when you both enter, not really sure what to do with himself. Christopher sets you down on the bed next to him, and leans up on the dresser in front of the bed.

“Jisung,” he says with a commanding tone, “I want you to undress her, but she has to enjoy it. This goes for both of you, but if you want to stop at any point, I need you to tell me. Green is fine, yellow to slow down, red for stop. Understood?” You nod your head in affirmation and look at Jisung.

“Okay,” Jisung says, turning to you, a nervous smile on his face. He crawls on top of you, straddling you. His lips crash against yours, a bit timid at first, but his kiss rapidly becomes more and more desperate and needy. It seems subconscious, but he starts to grind his pelvis into yours, his erection very obvious against you. You grab his hips, helping to steady him as he grabs both sides of your neck, fervently lapping his tongue against yours. With each kiss, he lets out the softest, small moans against your lips.

“Oi,” Christopher stresses, his voice startling both of you. You both turn to look at him, and he hasn’t moved. His arms are folded over his chest, and he has a devious look on his face, drinking in the sight of both of you all over each other. “Jisung, I told you to get her undressed, that’s it. She’s enjoying it, so hurry it up.”

Jisung swallows hard and nods his head, turning back to you. He gives you a couple of soft kisses before bringing his hands down to the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. He looks down at your torso, shirt still in his hands, as he can’t bring himself to stop staring at your breasts.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, dropping the shirt to the bed and moving his hands up to just under your bra. “I forgot how incredible you look, baby.” He takes you in, then looks up to meet your eyes with a cheeky grin. “I loved this so much. I love you so much.”

The words cause your stomach to do a backflip, but you have a wave of nervousness as you dart your eyes over to Christopher. You expected him to snap up, call the whole thing off, and tell Jisung to stop. It was weird - he just didn’t. He looked completely calm, nodding at you to continue.

Jisung reaches behind your back to the clasp of your bra. He always had trouble with it before, so it doesn’t surprise you when it takes him a couple tries before it finally unhooks. Once it’s unhooked, he gently pulls the bra to him, gently guiding your arms through the straps. He doesn’t even bother looking away as your breasts are unveiled. The needy, wanting look on his face makes you shift your legs a bit in discomfort. You wanted attention and you wanted it now.

Christopher moves, and you spot him sneaking behind you from the corner of your eyes. “Keep going, Jisung,” he whispers as he places his hands on your hips and comes down to your neck. It’s obvious he’s taken Jisung’s words to heart as he kisses you a bit before sinking his teeth into the apex of your shoulder, right below your neck.

The initial sensation is shocking. It feels like a bolt of electricity goes up to your head and down to the bottom of your toes; the moan leaving your mouth is completely involuntary, only intensified by the fact that Christopher sucks the skin between his teeth hard. It felt like it was going to leave a bruise and you loved that feeling.

Jisung is a bit shocked, staring down at both of you. When Christopher comes up off of your shoulder, he looks up at the dumbfounded man. “She’s not naked yet. Finish your job.”

Christopher’s commanding tone snaps Jisung out of his trance yet again. He sputters a bit, stepping down to the floor. “Hyung,” he timidly whispers, clearly not wanting to interrupt either of you.

“Chan,” Christopher corrects him. “What do you want?”

“I can’t remove her jeans if you’re, um,” Jisung nervously stutters, looking nervously at the two of you.

“Spit it out.” Christopher commands, sounding a bit annoyed.

“I can’t remove her jeans if you’re keeping her down.”

It takes Christopher a minute to snap out of it. “Oh,” he says, pulling back from you and putting his hands in the air. “Alright, continue.”

“Hold on,” you say, looking up at Jisung, “are you sure you’re okay? Is Christopher bothering you?”

Jisung shakes his head, “No, no,” he says, kneeling down in front of you, “quite the opposite, actually. I kind of like being told what to do, even if it’s by Chan. I’m just a little nervous, since this is new.”

He reassures you for now. The last thing you’d want would be for something in this to go wrong, because it was starting to feel incredible, having both of these men devote all of their attention to you. You put your weight on your hands as Jisung undoes the button and zipper on your jeans. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your jeans and panties, pulling them all the way down and off of your ankles.

Jisung starts to adjust as if he was going to get up, but he’s at eye level with your crotch, which causes him to blush. Before he gets to enjoy it too much, however, Christopher orders him to stand up, and come back to the bed. “Yes, Chan,” he says with a pout on his face, moving to the foot of the bed.

Christopher moves away from you, grabbing Jisung’s hand and pulling him down. “Come here,” he says a bit softer than before. You turn around to look at them. Christopher moves to lean up against the bedframe, pulling Jisung between his legs. “Turn around and sit here.” He pats his legs and Jisung does as asked, his face a light shade of pink.

Christopher takes Jisung’s wrists, pulling them behind his back and firmly holding them in place. Jisung yelps in shock, nervously sputtering incoherently. Christopher leans down to Jisung’s ear and whispers, “Be a good boy while we take care of you and you’ll be rewarded, okay?”

Jisung stops chattering, his eyes widening with excitement as he looks at you. “Alright,” Christopher looks at you, “why don’t you help Sungie get out of his clothes now?” You nervously swallow and nod, shifting your position to in between Jisung’s legs. As you grab Jisung’s shirt, starting to pull it over him, the look on his face distracts you for a brief moment.

He’s leaning back into Christopher’s arms, eyes flooded with lust. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, and he’s biting his bottom lip in anticipation and excitement. Christopher looks at you with a smile on his face. The sight takes your breath away. “Go on, baby,” Christopher nudges you along, “I want to see you play with Sungie.”

You nod your head, and Christopher lets go of Jisung’s arms so you’re able to pull his shirt off. Jisung reflexively goes to reach up to your face, but Christopher snaps to his wrists, pulling them back down behind him. “No, no, Sung, not yet.” He brings his chin to Jisung’s neck, a breath hitched in his throat, pausing briefly in thought before he nods at you.

Jisung whines, adjusting his hips right back up into Christopher. A gasp leaves his throat and he turns his face to look at the blonde man. “Chan,” he breathes, a surprised look on his face. Christopher darts his eyes away and blushes.

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbles, clearly not wanting to talk about whatever it is that’s happening between them. “Come on, baby,” he says as he looks at you, trying to change the subject, “let’s get him completely undressed.”

You reach up to the button of Jisung’s jeans, trying to undo them, but fumbling a bit due to your nerves. Finally, you release the button from the hole and unzip his pants. Jisung flinches a bit and gasps in relief as his cock is no longer restrained by the taut fabric of his jeans. “Ah, baby,” he whines, squirming up against Christopher, as you slip his jeans and briefs off of him. “I want you so badly.”

Christopher looks at you with a smirk before he presses his lips against Jisung’s ear. “Patience is a virtue, Sungie,” he whispers softly, gently biting the man’s earlobe. Jisung’s face contorts into an expression between shock, pain, and pleasure and his cock twitches in response.

“Chan,” he desperately breathes out, turning his head to face the man behind him. They exchange a quick glance, before Christopher shifts himself, timidly bringing his lips to Jisung’s, clearly unsure if he wants to actually kiss him or not. Jisung, however, decides for both of them, aggressively closing the distance between their lips. The brash action appears to change something in Christopher. He releases one of his hands from Jisung’s wrists, grabbing the side of Jisung’s neck, pulling him in and shoving his tongue into the man’s mouth, adventuring around assertively.

You don’t really know what to do, sitting there, your gaze transfixed on them. The sight makes you forget how to breathe, completely entranced by the way they melt into each other. Without even thinking about it, you make your way down to take Jisung's cock into your mouth, gently kissing the tip of his head, and giving it small, gentle licks.

Jisung breaks away from the kiss with a cry, curling his legs upward a bit in response to your actions. You look up at him, your tongue swirling around his head, watching his reactions as you take him fully into your mouth, and down your throat. He lets out a deep moan, throwing his neck back onto Christopher’s shoulder, panting hard.

“That’s it,” Christopher coos, bringing his free hand up to stroke Jisung’s face. “You’re doing so well, Sungie." He plants a kiss on Jisung's temple, then looks down to you. “Keep going, baby. Get him close.”

You continue, licking your way up his shaft slowly, teasing him a bit, before taking him all the way in again, sucking your cheeks in and creating a vacuum effect in your mouth. You go up and down like this a few times, until Jisung’s become moans breathy and shaky. He starts to twitch, and Christopher says your name, getting your attention.

“Stop,” he commands, “he doesn’t get to come yet.” You follow his order, pulling yourself off of Jisung. His eyes snap open, frantically looking at both of you.

“What?!” His voice is panicked, thrusting his hips into the air once, scrambling from the loss of contact. “Why did you make her stop?”

“Because,” Christopher says, pushing Jisung to sit upright, “I want you to be a good boy and wait.” Jisung groans in frustration, quite loudly, in fact, as Christopher moves himself out from underneath the silver-haired man in his lap to sit next to him. He slips his shirt off, tossing it across the room, then undoes his belt, pulling it from the loops of his pants.

“Jisung,” Christopher says, turning to look down at him, “give me your hands.” He holds his belt in one hand, other hand held out, waiting. Jisung furrows his brows in confusion, but presents his hands to the blond. “Good boy,” Christopher says, taking him by the wrists, lifting them above his head to the bedframe behind them. He pins Jisung’s arms up, carefully wrapping his belt around his wrists and the frame, finishing by fastening the belt together.

“What?” Jisung turns his head up to look, then looks back down to both of you. “What are you doing, Chan?”

Christopher doesn’t technically answer him. “What’s your colour?” He asks in response.

“Uh,” Jisung pauses, still distracted by his arms being restrained above him. “Green?”

“So, you’re okay with this? And you’re relatively comfortable?” Christopher presses.

“Yes?” Jisung says with an upward inflection, nodding. “I just don’t understand why?”

Christopher smiles, then turns toward you, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. “Because I don’t want you to touch yourself while we have fun. Patience is a virtue,” he repeats.

Jisung dramatically groans, rolling his head back into the headboard. “You’re so mean, Chan,” he whines, “this is so unfair.”

Christopher was leaning in to kiss you, but turns to Jisung with a glare. “One more complaint, and I’ll make sure you don’t come at all tonight. Understood?” His assertiveness causes Jisung to snap up with a squeal, biting his lip as he nods feverishly.

“Good,” Christopher says, bringing his attention back to you. “What do you say we make Sungie squirm some more, baby?” He grabs your head, finally pulling you in to kiss you, deeply and passionately. You bring your hands down to his waistline, trying to undo his pants as you kiss each other.

Christopher breaks away from the kiss, pulling your hands off of his pants. “How about a repeat of your first night here? I can wait.” He grabs your hands, guiding you with him as he lays down next to Jisung, who’s staring at both of you, wide-eyed with intrigue. You walk up to Christopher’s face on your knees. He lets go of your hands, lining you up to his mouth.

“Watch and learn, Sungie,” Christopher says, almost mockingly, as he starts to lap you up. The first lick causes your body to shiver from head to toe, but you manage to keep your balance. You dart your eyes over to Jisung. His eyes are attentive and curious, taking in the sight of you on top of Christopher.

You open you mouth, about to make a comment, but Christopher’s tongue presses up against your clit in a way that makes you forget how to speak. He moves his tongue back and forth, then in circles. “Playing with Jisung made you so wet, baby,” Christopher says, breaking away from you for a moment, turning to Jisung to speak. “Look at what you’ve done to her, she must really want you, hmm?”

Jisung bites his lip and whines, uncomfortably shifting around, “She likes it when you bite her inner thighs. Always makes her scream.”

Christopher lifts his eyebrows, smiling at Jisung. “That’s helpful. Let’s test it out,” he says, bringing his attention back to you. You feel your legs tense as he brings his teeth to the top of your thigh, digging them in and dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin. The sharpness of his teeth on your skin causes your nerves to light up and tremble within you. You drag your hands into Christopher’s hair and shout out his name.

You feel Christopher smile against your skin, pausing for a moment to look at you before he brings his attention back to your clit, lightly sucking on it, flicking the tip of his tongue against you. Everything inside of you is burning, aching, pining for more, crescendoing in tandem within you as Christopher brings you closer and closer to your orgasm.

He breaks away from you again, but not before sticking two of his fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp. “What do you think? Should we let her come?” You want to kill him for stopping, right when you were right there, but the way he asked Jisung just drove you mad. You looked down to Jisung with pleading eyes, mouth half-open and you likely looked totally wrecked.

Jisung locked eyes with you, smiling as he studied your face. “Do it, Chan. Make her come for us.” As soon as he says that, Christopher curls his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace. Your knees start to buckle and you curl over him, lucky that you miss hitting your head on the wall, and you drop your arms to either side of his head. He steadies you with his free hand, bringing you back up to his mouth, his tongue doing circles against your clit.

“That’s it, baby,” Jisung says in a soothing voice, helping coax you to your orgasm, “come for us. Come on Chan’s tongue. I wanna hear you scream our names.” The combination of Jisung’s words and Christopher’s actions proved too much to handle. You started breathing uncontrollably, laboured panting taking over as every muscle in your body started to involuntarily twitch and shake.

“Christopher, Jisung, I’m gonna-” you say, but you’re unable to finish your sentence. Your orgasm comes coursing through your body, making you stiffen up and tremble, contractions pulsing within you from head to toe.

It takes a minute for you to catch your breath and lift yourself off of Christopher’s face.

“You did so well, baby,” Christopher whispers, removing his fingers from inside of you, reaching his arm up to the man next to you both. “Hey, Jisung,” he says, tilting his head to look at him, “open your mouth for me.”

Jisung furrows his brows, but does as he’s requested. Christopher takes the fingers that were inside of you, and brings them right to the entrance of his mouth. “Clean them.”

Jisung sticks his tongue out, inching closer to Christopher’s fingers. He slowly licks the essence of you off of him, rolling his tongue around and in between both fingers, then takes them all the way into his mouth. Christopher moans, his eyes fluttering in response to Jisung’s actions. “Fuck, you’re good.”

Christopher pulls his fingers out of Jisung’s mouth, rubbing his cheek softly before turning his attention back to you. “Why don’t you reward Sungie for being so good, baby? Crawl on top of him. Ride him until he comes, okay?”

You weakly nod your head, swinging your leg around Christopher. “But what about you?”

He waves his hand in the air before reaching down into his pants. “I’ll be fine. I did say that I was curious about how you two would be together, didn’t I?”

“Alright,” you say, positioning yourself over Jisung. He looks up at you with eager eyes. “Are you ready?”

Jisung nods his head quickly. “Oh, please, baby,” he whines, “I’ve been waiting for this all night.” You smile, lining him up underneath you. Your attention is momentarily distracted as Christopher closes the space between him and Jisung. He brings his face up to Jisung’s ear, giving him light nibbles as he strokes himself.

“Be a good boy for us, okay?” You hear Christopher whisper to Jisung, causing the man below you to shudder. He nods, and you slowly lower yourself on him.

You watch Jisung, taking in every reaction he makes as you take him in. He involuntarily rolls his head back, still trying to watch you. His eyes flutter as you meet his hips with yours, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from him. Christopher looks up at you, smirking, before he drops his head down to Jisung’s neck, giving him small nibbles and kisses. He whispers praises in between each kiss and bite, but you tune it out as you start grinding your hips into Jisung’s.

The way that Jisung felt inside of you was enough to make your eyes roll back as you ride him up and down. It probably wasn’t enough to make you come again, but it still felt incredible.

“How does she feel, Sungie?” Christopher says, loud enough for you to hear.

Jisung responds with a nod and some incoherent ramblings. “Don’t stop,” he manages to squeak out. “Both of you. Please, don’t.” He rolls his head back into the headboard. “Chan,” he pleads, “keep going.”

“Jisung likes to be bitten hard,” you breathe out, smiling up at Christopher, “so you should finish what you started.”

Christopher responds with a scoff. “Fine,” he says as he adjusts his position. “Only because you’ve been so good.” He leans up on one of his elbows to get closer to Jisung’s neck, fully devoting himself to worship Jisung’s neck with his teeth.

The sight of them both causes your stomach to burn in the best possible way. You shift down, steadying yourself on one arm as you take your right hand and start pumping Christopher’s cock. He groans against Jisung’s neck, but doesn’t stop.

Jisung starts to pant out mewls, his eyes shutting tightly as he starts to twitch. “Baby,” he pleadingly whines, “baby, I’m gonna come. Can I? I want to come. Please, please.”

“It’s okay, Sungie, baby,” you pant out as you ride him a bit faster. “You can come for me. I want you to come for me, okay?”

He nods once, about to bite his lip, but he chokes out a moan, calling out your name at the top of his lungs. Christopher removes himself from Jisung’s neck as he starts to twitch and thrust up into you. He watches you ride Jisung, milking out every drop of cum from him with each slow thrust of your hips.

Jisung’s pants slow down, and he starts coming back to reality. He looks down at you, eyes half-open, and goes to move his arm, surprised to find that they’re restrained, just for a moment. “Ah, shit, I forgot,” he groans, “I wanted to kiss you, baby. That was amazing.”

You smile, letting go of Christopher for a second and leaning down to give him a quick, but loving, kiss. “I’ll give you a better kiss when I’m done with Christopher, okay?” Jisung pouts, but nods his head. Slowly, you lift yourself completely off of Jisung, getting one last shiver out of the man beneath you. You reach up and undo the belt, unravelling it and tossing it to the side. “You did so well today,” you coo to Jisung as you kiss his wrists, gently bringing his arms back down to him.

“Okay,” you say, adjusting yourself on the bed so you’re hovering over Christopher. “You’re next, baby.” You lean down to kiss him. “Do you wanna be inside me?”

“Fuck yes, I do,” he groans, grabbing your hips and aligning the two of you together. “I’m already really close, but I want to feel you around me.”

You lower yourself on to him, expecting your motions to be slow and calm like it was with Jisung, but Christopher tightens his grip on your hips. He takes control, thrusting himself up into you with no mercy. His sudden movement causes you to cross your eyes in surprise and collapse down into him.

It really doesn’t take him long, with him in control. He’s in and out of you, hard and fast, and it feels good. You turn your head to face Jisung and he’s watching you intently, a smile on his face. “Do you like making Chan feel good, baby?”

You can’t really make the words go from your brain to your mouth, so you make some sort of groan of affirmation in between your pants.

“Oh, fuck,” Christopher moans underneath you, reaching his hands up to your back and digging his fingernails into your skin. He moans out your name as he thrusts up into you one more time, throwing his head back into the pillow behind him. His body shudders beneath you, and you lift your head up, propping yourself up on one of your arms.

You look down at Christopher, completely blissed out, his face starting to relax and come back to normal. Slowly, you bring your face down to meet his lips, giving him soft, tender kisses as you help bring his attention back to focus. “That felt really good, baby,” you whisper, smiling against his lips.

Christopher scoffs, a goofy smile coming up on his face. He opens his eyes, looking at you, reaching his hand up to your face. “That was incredible. All of that was incredible.” His head turns, looking over to Jisung, reaching out to his chest with his free hand. “I seriously can’t believe we did that.”

Jisung takes Christopher’s hand into his own, sliding himself up closer to both of you. “I can’t believe we did that, either. I didn’t think I would ever be able to share my bunny with anyone, but you treat her so well.”

You slide yourself off of Christopher, and he lets out a soft moan in response. “I’m going to duck off to the washroom for a minute. You two made a mess of me.” Both of the men laugh in response as you wobble your way off of the bed and into the washroom.

It doesn’t take you long to clean up and wash your face. Within a couple of minutes, you find yourself walking (a bit more coordinated, now) back towards the bed. The bedroom is an absolute mess of all of your clothes. ‘Whatever’, you think to yourself, ‘we’ll just deal with it tomorrow.’

You maneuver your way through the clothes strewn about, getting up to the edge of the bed before you stop. Christopher and Jisung have passed out, with Christopher on his back and Jisung curled up next to him. You had wanted to sleep between them, but you’d settle for the space right behind Jisung.

As you crawl up on to the bed, you turn off the lamp next to you, deciding to leave the rest of the lights in the apartment on for now. You curl up next to Jisung, wrapping your arm around him. It only takes a couple of minutes before you find yourself nodding off, completely at peace. Honestly, this felt so nice. If you could end every night like this, you would happily take it.

“Fuck,” you hear a voice as the bed shifts, and Jisung rolls over, wrapping his arm around you. It feels like the voice in the distance is part of your dream, along with the chirping of a bird. “Shit,” you hear the voice again, a bit clearer now. The chirping of the bird turns into a ringtone. Christopher’s ringtone, actually, the one that you heard when Changbin called him. “Goddammit,” the voice perks up again as the trilling stops. It’s Christopher’s voice.

Your eyes flutter open, the room still relatively dark, the only light was from the kitchen, spilling into the bedroom. It’s faint, but you make out Christopher’s shadow, walking into the kitchen as he answers his phone as quietly as possible.

“Changbin, it’s four in the morning. What the fuck?” His voice is groggy and low. You don’t really have the energy to stay up to hear some sort of report, so you let your eyes close again, drifting back off into sleep.

“Fuck,” Christopher says, the sound of his footsteps getting closer and closer to the bed. “You both need to get up. Now. Jisung, we need to move.”

Jisung shakes his head, sitting upright. “What happened?”

“We need to go. Now. Changbin’s orders. Go pack up the shit in the studio; most of it should be in the black bag.” Christopher says with urgency, turning on the lamp next to you. He turns to you to wake you up, but is surprised to see you wide awake and staring at him. “Get dressed. I don’t have time to explain.” Jisung groggily gets off of the bed, stumbling to get his pants on. He tosses your shirt and bra over to you, slipping his other leg through his jeans.

Christopher grabs some clothes from the drawer, still holding his phone up to his ear. “Lee and Yang? 3201?” He questions, “Right now? Alright.” He turns his head back around to you, his voice starting to sound panicked. “Seriously, get dressed. Two of our guys are on their way over.”

You don’t really have the time to register what exactly he’s talking about, you just move to grab your underwear and pants from the floor, and slip all of your clothes on. Christopher pulls his phone away from his face, tapping the screen, and you can hear Changbin’s voice on the other line. Jisung walks behind Christopher, slipping his shirt over his head. He moves with purpose out into the kitchen, and you hear him rustling around in the studio next door.

“Hyunjin’s been shot,” Changbin’s voice comes through the tinny speaker of Christopher’s phone. Both of you freeze, unable to move for a second. “I don’t know where they are, but I know they’re coming for you.”

“Fuck,” Christopher says, snapping out of it, throwing on his shirt and slipping his pants on in a rush. “What’s his status?”

“Don’t panic, he’ll make it. If I heard correctly, it was just a through and through in his leg. Seungmin’s with him at the hospital, so don’t worry.”

You take a hasty breath of relief, putting your shirt on with shaky hands.

Christopher grabs his phone, stopping to look at you. “I need you to hurry up, please.” He turns off the speakerphone, bringing his phone back to his face. He starts to move for the kitchen as the front door opens. He stops for a moment, trying to decipher if it was a threat. You can’t see who comes in, but Christopher relaxes when he sees them.

“Are you ready?” One of the unfamiliar voices says, and Christopher shakes his head.

“Almost. Yang, she’s in here, keep an eye on her and get her out here. Lee, watch the door. Han and I are grabbing the essentials from the studio and we’ll be ready in a minute.” His voice trails off, and you assume he’s headed off into the studio with Jisung.

A young man with black hair walks into the room, your shoes in his hand. He sees you and offers a shallow bow, handing you your shoes. “I’m Yang Jeongin. I’m with Bang-hyung and Seo-hyung.” You don’t really know what to say, so you just offer a small bow with your head, shakily introducing yourself. “I know. Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe, alright? I need you to get up and come with me, though, okay?”

You hastily slip on your shoes and shakily make your way to your feet, all semblance of balance leaving you. As you’re about to fall forward, Jeongin comes up to catch you. “It’s alright,” he says softly. “We need to go. Seo-hyung will be here in just a few minutes. Okay?”

You weakly nod your head, regaining your balance. With Jeongin’s help, you make your way to the kitchen just as Christopher and Jisung are coming out of the studio, both visibly armed with pistols. “Lee,” Christopher says, putting a large black duffel bag on the counter. The young, bleach-blond man standing at the entrance nods, walking over to the counter to grab the bag. “Everything’s in here. Don’t let this bag out of your sight, no matter what.”

“Understood, Bang-hyung,” he says with a bow, meeting your eyes as he grabs the bag. He looks at you with a serious look, as if he were hiding his nervousness under a tough skin. “Lee Felix, nice to meet you.” He offers you a bow, pulling the bag off of the counter and taking it to the entrance before you can introduce yourself.

“Yang,” Christopher says, grabbing the pistol from under the table, “Han and I have got her, don’t worry.” He takes the pistol and the magazine and passes it to the black-haired man. “I want you to lead with Lee as we leave, understood?”

“Yes, hyung,” he says with a bow, assembling the pistol and putting it in an open side holster.

“Alright,” Christopher says, coming up to your side. “Han, are you ready?”

“Yes, hyung,” Jisung says, coolly and calmly, walking up to your other side. You turn to look at him, and he looks stoic and composed. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ve got you.”

“Changbin’s out front,” Christopher says, grabbing your hand haphazardly. “We need to go.”

With his words, the five of you move quickly, yet cautiously, stepping out of the apartment and into the elevator. You, Christopher, and Jisung stand in the back, as Felix and Jeongin stand up front. All of them have holstered their pistols, but their hands are on their hips above them.

It seems like an eternity since you’ve seen this elevator. The last time you saw it, you remembered being excited and nervous, curious about who the mysterious Christopher Bang was. Now, you were nervous and terrified. You looked up to him, and found yourself wondering that familiar question:

Who is this man?

a/n: if you made it this far, thank you so much. <3 i really hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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Magical Hands (M)

Genre: Smut Pairing: Felix x Reader Word Count: 3.1K Summary: All you wanted was a massage from your boyfriend. Instead, he decides to play with you.

You came home rotating your shoulder despite the sharp stab of pain you felt every time you moved your neck in certain directions. After swallowing three different types of pills throughout the day, you were 100% sure that you had a pinched nerve. Somehow you did something that your shoulder and neck absolutely hated and now you were paying the price for it. But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary.

Groaning deeply, you dropped your purse onto the kitchen counter as you headed for the pantry where you kept the over the counter medication, ready to pop 3 more pain relievers with a prayer that maybe this time they’ll work. You didn’t think they would, but what else could you do? What you really wanted was to feel the magical fingers that your boyfriend, Felix, possessed. He was a masseuse, both as a hobby and by trade and you had seen him in action plenty of times. You could practically hear the relieved grunts and groans of Chan every time he came over to get his weekly massage. It was absolutely the most erotic thing that you had witnessed between the two. And yet you had never thought of asking Felix for a massage before.

Granted, you’ve never had a massage period, so it was never a thought that crossed your mind. But right now, that’s all you wanted. A hard massage, a glass of wine and your bed. Sighing, you placed the bottle of pills back in the cabinet and closed it, resting your head against the cool wood. “Fu~ck.” You whined out loudly, closing your eyes as you debated on what to do. You weren’t sure if Felix was home yet from work and you didn’t want to bother him if he was with a client. But you were so sore and in pain. Maybe you should just drink some wine and call it a night? Hopefully, the alcohol will numb the pain enough for you to get some sleep.

Pushing off the cabinet, you headed for the fridge and pulled it open, looking through the several bottles of wine you had stored in there. White? Red? Or Pink? What were you in the absolute mood for? It honestly didn’t matter what you picked, you were such a lightweight with any sort of alcohol that you were gonna get drunk by the time you went to bed, but what mattered was the taste. You decided after a few moments that you were in the mood for something fruity and picked your favorite pink Moscato. Closing the door to the fridge, you rummaged around the kitchen, looking for a wine glass when you felt a hand slid over your right shoulder and you nearly dropped everything in your hands as the touch aggravated the pain while simultaneously scaring the shit out of you. “Ow.”

“Y/n, you alright?” Felix asked, removing his hand quickly. He wrapped his arm around your waist quickly as your knees buckled and you slumped back against his chest. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you honestly just wanted to die. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“My shoulder.” You whimpered. “And neck. It’s so sore and nothing is helping.”

“So you figured you’d numb it away?” Felix asked as he glanced down at the wine in your grasp. He carefully took the bottle from your hand and sat it down on the kitchen counter, followed shortly by the glass.

“Felix, let me drink the pain away.” You all but pouted, your frown deepening as the only response you received was a kiss to your forehead.

“Come on baby, let’s go to bed. I’ll help ease that pain.” You smiled at him and nodded, letting Felix gently guide you back to the bedroom, ready for whatever it is he was going to do because any sort of relief would be worth it.

“Strip for me.” Looking back at him, you cocked your head at his demand, watching as he made his way to his bag in the corner of the room and started pulling out different massaging oils. Oh... so maybe you didn’t have to ask him for a massage after all. Humming lightly, you started stripping, careful with each movement so as not to make the pain any worse. Though you had a sneaky suspicion that the massage you were gonna receive might end up being a tad bit painful. You just hoped Felix would go easy on you.

Naked, you climbed onto the bed and sat there, watching as Felix brought his oils over. He paused, giving you a once over and smirking. It sent a shiver through you and you subconsciously lifted your arms to cover your exposed chest. He chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t know why you’re doing that.” He teased. “I’ve seen it all before.” His words didn’t help and you huffed as you clutched are your sides harder to keep yourself covered out of spite.

With another laugh, Felix climbed onto the bed behind you, dropping the bottles of oil next to you as he situated himself. "So tell me again, where is the pain?"

"Neck and shoulder. Like it starts at the base of my neck and just curves right down into my right shoulder. I've tried everything to get it to stop hurting and it won't go away." You whined, arms falling to your sides as you wait patiently for the other.

"Here?" Felix asked as he pressed his fingers along your neck and shoulder. The pain was almost instantaneous and you jolted to get away from his touch. "I'm sorry." he quickly apologized as you whined out, lowering your head as you tried to breathe through the pain until it subsided. Once it gradually dulled, you raised your head carefully and looked back at him.

"This is going to hurt, isn't it?" you asked softly. Felix flashed a sad smile and nodded. "Okay, just be gentle."

"I'll be as gentle as I possibly can." he assured you. Reaching over, he grabbed one of the bottles and opened it. The scent of Eucalyptus and Menthol filled the air and it reminded you of your favorite body wash, which coincidentally you also had as a candle that you burned every now and then. It calmed you, relieving whatever stress you had from the day and this oil was no different. Your muscles were already relaxing before anything was even done. Maybe you just needed to inhale the smell for half an hour or something? It couldn't hurt, but a part of you knew you needed the actual massage to release whatever tension your neck and shoulder might have. You could hear the light squelch as Felix rubbed the oil between his hands - warming it up - before gently placing them on both of your shoulders. He worked in unison, both hands gently caressing your skin to smooth the oil over it.

The oil itself gave off a cooling sensation for the briefest of moments before it gave way to a tingling sensation that wasn't all unpleasant as it warmed up. It was very nice and you let out a soft sigh of contentment as Felix worked over your muscles lightly. The pressure was never too much, and you could tell he was trying to be as careful as possible. Yet, you weren't at all surprised that he managed to hit a sore spot in his exploration. In fact, it was probably the sorest spot and most likely the area the was causing the radiating pain. You jerked and Felix's left hand gripped your shoulder to keep you in place. He pressed again, even lighter than last time, and yet you could still feel the pain as he rolled his thumb back and forth over the spot. "F-Felix." you choked out.

"You got a nasty knot right there." His left hand moved and started rubbing small circles over your lower back and left shoulder as he continued to focus on the spot on the left. Each touch sent electric sparks through your body and you just wanted to cry. And you did. The soft sound had Felix pausing and he retracted his hand almost instantly. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

It was a relief when the touches stopped, allowing your mind to clear as you focused briefly on your breathing. The pain dulled away and you heaved a heavy sigh - debating if you should continue this massage or not. It was more painful than you originally thought and you weren't entirely sure you would be able to handle the pain. "I-I don't know." you whispered. "It hurts a lot. But I feel like the massage will help. I just can't take the pain." you confessed. Silence enveloped you and you felt so disappointed in yourself for not being able to handle this. You felt weak and you hated it, especially since you were in front of your boyfriend. He must think so poorly of you now.

"Baby." Felix's voice was deep, yet soft and like a melody, you would always listen to over and over. His voice was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him. "I think I might have a solution to your problem." he said carefully and you turned your body to face him since turning your neck hurt even more now. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course." Felix's smile was absolutely beautiful. He was so pleased with your answer and how quickly you gave it. It was the truth - you trusted him with your life. The way his eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched up slightly was heartwarming. It only seemed to accentuate the gorgeous galaxy of freckles that adorned his face. It always amazed you how he could be so handsome and mature, yet cute and boyish at the same time. His duality was shocking, but you wouldn't have him any other way.

"Good, turn back around."

You hesitated for a moment before turning back around. You rolled your shoulders back to try and help relax yourself, but it only reminded you of the pain that was dully throbbing. You felt the bed shift as Felix grabbed another bottle and opened it. This time the scent of citrus filled the air and you felt like you had been transported to a tropical island. Those were always your favorite scents - the ones that reminded you of being on an island getaway. Nothing but the sun and the sea beckoning you. The familiar squelch of liquid filled your ears as Felix warmed the oil before placing his hand back against your shoulder and slowly started rubbing the sore knot. The pain wasn't as intense before, but it was there and you were very mindful of how Felix's fingers were working over the tender flesh.

It was strange, however, how the oil this time started off as warm and was increasingly getting hotter. It didn't get too hot where it burned you, but it was a pleasant heat, almost as if you had a heating pad on your shoulder or taking a nice relaxing hot bath. You knew warming oils existed, but you had never tried them before. This was interesting and you had to admit, you really liked it.

Felix's free hand wrapped around your waist suddenly, and he pulled you back against him. Your oily back was pressed against his chest and you were briefly worried that you were going to ruin his nice dress shirt, but when you tried to pull away you couldn't, his grip tightening around you. "Just relax." he whispered, a shiver running down your spine at how deep and husky his voice was. His left hand slowly crept lower, fingers walking across your stomach teasingly, making the muscles tense and spams at the wonderfully horribly feeling. You wanted to both laugh and moan at the touch and you absolutely hated it.

His fingers dipped down further and you bit your bottom lip as they grazed your folds, sliding almost effortlessly against them - leaving a tingling warm sensation in their wake. It was at that moment you realized that this had was also covered in the oil. For a terrifying moment you were worried about how the oil would interact with such a sensitive part of your body, but the more Felix touched you, the warmer the oil made you feel and not in a bad way.

Your body relaxed against him, your legs parting to give him better access to you. His hole hand moved and cupped your pussy, coating it liberally with the remaining oil on his hand. The heat started off slight, slowly growing in intensity that was nearly indescribable. It didn't hurt, but tingled in the best sort of way. It reminded you of the many times when you sat wrong and your pussy actually went numb. Strange but pleasurable. And when Felix shifted his hand back, two fingers slipping between your folds and rub against your clit, you couldn't stop the gasp that fell from your lips, thighs jerking at the sudden spark of pleasure swirling within your gut.

Felix chuckled and rubbed your clit again and you whined, letting your head fall back and eyes close as you basked in the pleasure the other was giving you. "Felix." Titling his head, Felix pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, nipping lightly as his fingers continued to move, drawing little shapes and driving you absolutely mad with want and desire. Your thighs continued to tremble with the direct stimulation to your clit and it was starting to become too much for you. You reached down, gripping his wrist tightly, but making no move to stop him. You just needed him to know and realize. And he did, moving his fingers to rest just above the little nub to pressed and rub there. It wasn't as intense, but just as pleasurable and you found your hips lifting, trying to get more.

"God, please." you begged out, yet Felix made no move to give you anything more than his teasing touches. His lips found your ear, pressing light kisses to it, drawing your attention away from the mounting pleasure in you and you hated it. Hate that your brain betrayed your body so much, focusing on something that wasn't going to cause your immediate orgasm. Felix called it orgasm control, you called it just being plain mean.

"You like this baby? Being spread out for me, letting me play with your pretty pussy like this." You moaned, a shudder wracking your body as you wiggled your hips, rubbing yourself against his slowly moving fingers. "So desperate, what do you want?"

"M-more." you struggled to get out, breaths coming out in quick pants. Felix gave another chuckle and slipped his fingers back down over your clit, drawing figure eights against it that had your back arching. "Fuck Felix, please!"

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

"Your fingers." you whined out and jerked as he flicked his finger against the tip of your clit.

"You already have my fingers baby. Is this not enough?"

"Want them inside." It was a pathetic plea, and you hoped your boyfriend would take mercy on you. You had one hell of a day, gone through such pain and now all you wanted to do was get off. "Please Felix?"

Felix hummed lightly, pausing in his movements and you wanted to cry. You could feel your body slowly unwinding and you didn't want that. You had been so worked up - so close - and now it was waning. Felix gave a firm tap against your clit and whimpered with need. It seemed your boyfriend was willing to take pity on you as his fingers trailed down, pressing lightly against your dripping hole. "You want this?"

"Yes." gasped out, hips rocking down in hopes of pushing those fingers inside you. You weren't sure if it actually worked or if Felix was just being kind. Regardless, he slipped his two fingers inside you, stretching you and felt like such a relief. Your hand squeezed around his wrist as you bit your bottom lip, deep moans leaving you as Felix moved his fingers. They pressed and rubbed against your walls, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through you. You felt full, but it still wasn't enough and you were about to voice your complaints when he curled his fingers upwards and pressed repeatedly.

"Oh Felix!" You cried out, hips bucking as you trembled against his body. You feel the sweat rolling down your thighs and hips as the pleasure intensified. His fingers alternated between pressing and rubbing against your g-spot, your high mounting faster than before. Your chest heaved with every pant, the coil of arousal tightening in your gut. You could feel it coming - so close to the edge. "Yes, gonna cum. Felix I'm going to cum." You whined out, a loud cry being pulled from you as Felix's thumb started rubbing your clit once more. Your walls tightened around his fingers, thighs closing tightly around his hand as you came - mouth open as heady whines fell from your lips.

As your spasms slowly eased up, your legs parted as you fell limp against him. He laughed and carefully removed his fingers from your sensitive core and wiped them against the covers of the bed. "That was so good." you whispered and Felix laughed again.

"Glad I could help baby." he cooed, running his fingers through your hair gently. "How does your shoulder feel?" he asked. You looked up at him confused for a moment. It dawned on you what you two had actually been doing - forgotten by your own need to cum - and you sat up. You rolled your shoulder, turned your head, and gasped.

"Oh my god! It doesn't hurt anymore!" You were shocked, because you certainly didn't think an orgasm would help with the pain. But then again, maybe Felix had been working your shoulder the whole time he was getting you off, you couldn't be sure. "Babe, you're fucking amazing!" Reaching out, you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss. "God I love you." He laughed against your lips, returning the kiss before pulling back.

"I love you too babe. I'm glad my magical hands could help your pain."

"Me too." You smiled, letting out a soft sigh. "Now I'm ready for a nice shower and bed."

"Go shower and I'll clean up the mess." Felix chuckled as he moved from behind you and grabbed his massaging oils to put them away. You watched him with a fond smile before getting up and making your way to the bathroom. Now that your pain was gone, all that was left was to get ready for bed and cuddle your wonderful boyfriend

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