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Pretty Boy- War of Hearts preview

Pairing: Chanlix (mention of Minchan | Minsung | Y/N)

Word Count: 4532

Summary: Watching his best friend and former lover Minho getting married breaks Chan's heart. Leaving the wedding early he gets pulled over for speeding by a surprisingly handsome officer...

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, friends to lovers to friends, minsung is getting married, chan gets a little drunk, bodyguard!chan, officer!felix, mafia boss!minho, smut, sub!felix, dom!chan, strangers to lovers, anxious!min

A/N: Soo I didn't plan on posting anything of the mafia series I've been working on yet but I thought I could use this chapter since it's very Chanlix centered🤭 I hope you guys like the first glimpse at the series (yn at the beginning only here). Hope you like it miu @miuracha 💕💕

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You sit down with them, taking Felix’s previous place, and look at Chan curiously. “Now I really wanna know how the two of you met. Felix isn’t usually like this.”

“I wasn’t either,” Chan giggles softly and rubs his face. “Fine, but I won’t tell you all the details,” he giggles, thinking back to the night he met Felix.

Four years ago

Chan watches the newly wedded couple in front of him, keeping up the fake smile he has been wearing for hours. Minho smiles brightly, kissing Jisung for the hundredth time tonight, and pulls him in close as they sway across the dance floor. The golden ring on his hand shines brightly beneath the lights, and so do those beautiful brown eyes he fell in love with all these years ago.

Minho's happiness is his top priority, especially after those last couple of years. Chan stopped counting the nights Minho clung to him in feverish nightmares, searching for him to hold him when he felt like falling apart. Now he's happy with someone else. It shouldn't matter. It should be enough to see him smile again, to be so purely in love and finally feel at peace. It should be, but it isn't.

Chan's heart breaks with every kiss he watches. It shatters with every loving gaze Minho gifts to Jisung and not him. Hearing them exchanging vows and tying the knot was by far the worst moment of his life since he lost his parents. He takes another sip of his drink and presses his lips together tightly, getting a little emotional. He needs to get out of here. Chan pushes himself off his chair and grabs the keys to his motorcycle.

"Channie, hyung," Minho's soft voice stops him, and turning around, he can see them coming toward him. "You're leaving already?"

"I'm not feeling so well, I'm sorry, Min," he lies smoothly.

"Oh no, what's wrong?" he asks worriedly, eyes scanning his body for possible signs of discomfort.

"Nothing, I'll be fine," he waves him off.

"Chan," Minho frowns at him.

"Min, sweetie," Jisung chimes in gently. "Let him go if he needs to rest, you have enough other bodyguards around."

"Yeah, but this is my best friend," Minho argues softly, not knowing how hurtful those two little words are for Chan. Jisung gives him a meaningful glance before excusing himself to go and talk to a friend of his. Minho gives him a quick kiss, and Chan is gone when he turns back around.

Chan races down the stairs of the wedding venue Minho rented and blindly fumbles for his keys as tears burn in his eyes. He reaches his bike and grabs his helmet, hands shaking as he unclasps it.

"Chan!" Minho calls out for him, rushing down the stairs and coming to a halt in front of him. He frowns seeing the tears in his eyes. "Oh, Channie, that bad?" he asks worriedly.

"I'm just feeling really sick right now, that's all," he says quietly, lowering his gaze to the floor.

"Let me drive you home then," he suggests.

"Min, this is your wedding," he argues. "You can't just vanish."

"I can do whatever I want," he snorts.

"Wouldn't be fair to him, would it?" he asks, and Minho's smile falters.

"He'd get it. You're my best friend, and if you feel like shit, it's my responsibility to take care of you."

"No, Minnie, it's my responsibility to take care of you. You're supposed to be in there with your husband-" he chokes on the word and swallows hard.

Minho gently grabs his hand, his ring burning against Chan's skin. "Channie, dear," he says softly. "I just…be careful, okay?"

"Of course," he nods quickly.

"Promise me," Minho asks gently.

"Min," Chan sighs, finally wanting to get away from this.

"Promise me you'll be careful. I couldn't handle it if something happened to you," he says, the grip around his hand growing stronger.

"I promise I'll be fine," he says, carefully easing his hand out of Minho's. He looks up and smiles at him bravely. "Go and have fun, alright?" he asks, and Minho nods hesitantly, searching his eyes.

He watches him climbing onto his bike and grabbing the helmet. He can tell something is very wrong, and he doubts it's what Chan says it is. Chan wouldn't leave his side because of that, he never does. "I love you, you know that right?" he asks timidly, and Chan freezes in his movements for a short moment.

"I love you," Chan answers just as timidly, and his gaze softens a little, meeting Minho's wide, confused eyes. "You look beautiful," he tells him gently, and Minho blushes almost instantly. "Thank you," he whispers.

"Come here," Chan sighs, and Minho steps closer. He hugs him tight and smiles as Minho holds onto him firmly. "You're doing great. I'm proud of you, Minnie," he says softly.

Minho's hold on him tightens. "Please don't go?"

Chan pulls back, cupping his cheek out of reflex. "You'll be fine."

"I feel safer when you're here," he confesses anxiously.

Chan shakes his head firmly, leaning in and planting a short, light kiss on his forehead. "You'll be fine," he whispers, and pulling back, there are tears burning in his eyes all over again.

Minho watches him, stunned, as he puts on the helmet and grabs his keys. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course," he promises, putting on his gloves.

"It's you and me against the world, right?" he asks timidly.

Chan feels like laughing at that. Minho just got married to Jisung but still thinks it's them against the rest. "Always, kitten," he says softly before starting the engine.

Minho stands still for a moment as Chan races off and nervously fidgets with his suit. He wonders if Chan would be alright and get home safely. Minho flinches softly as someone wraps their arms around him, hand resting on his chest.

"Hey there," Jisung says gently, kissing his cheek. "You're alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," he nods and squeezes his hand, leaning back into him.

"He'll be okay," he tells him soothingly.

"I'm not sure this time," Minho shakes his head, deep in thought.

"He always is, he has to. He'd never leave you here if he didn't think you'd be safe," he points out, and Minho hums agreeingly. "Come on now, we have a party to celebrate," he says, gently pulling him with him.

Chan blinks away his tears, racing down the streets rather aimlessly. He doesn't want to go back home yet, he'll feel even lonelier in that big house without Min there. He has no other place to go, though. His parents are gone, there aren't any siblings, and Minho is all he had his whole life. The only constant variable in his life got ripped away for good. The safe house is over an hour away and full of memories. He can't escape it.

Chan speeds up a little, the wind pulling at his jacket, but he doesn't care. He'll just keep on driving all night and stay away from home for a bit. He notices the red light too late and curses to himself softly, that could've gone very wrong.

A loud siren behind him startles him a little, and glancing back through his mirror, he notices a police car getting closer. "Oh, for fucks sake," he curses and stops at the side of the road.

Felix parks behind him and hops out of the car. "That fucker really got some nerves," he whispers to himself, making his way over. "Excuse me, Sir, you-" he starts and loses track of his thoughts as the guy takes off his helmet. He meets a pair of soft and incredibly sad chocolate orbs he feels like he could drown in if he maintains eye contact for too long. Dark curls frame his face effortlessly, and god, those full lips. A quick glance down his body makes him suspect he's quite fit, and Felix scolds himself for getting all dreamy about a member of the mafia. It must be him.

"Yes, officer?" he asks patiently, resting the helmet on his thigh.

"You, uhm, you were speeding. And you ignored a red light," he tells him, frowning softly at his amused expression.

"I'm aware of that, thank you," he nods.

"That's not a kind reminder," Felix protests softly. "I just pulled you over because -."

"I don't get pulled over," Chan says calmly, and judging by Felix's stunned expression, he has no clue who he's talking to. "Ever heard of Minho Lee?"

Felix's eyes widen and he nods quickly. "Yeah, I did."

"Well, guess what, I'm pretty important to him. So remember this," he says, vaguely waving at himself and the motorcycle. "And don't pull me over again."

"I don't think I can-" he stammers.

Chan sighs heavily and reaches out for him, pushing aside his jacket gently to check the name tag. "Great, another fucking Lee who's ruining my day."

"You ruined that by yourself, Sir. I just reminded you of the law," Felix frowns, almost a little offended.

"The law's debatable," Chan shrugs and squints his eyes at him. He takes in the sight of him in his uniform and has to bite back a smirk, meeting his very confused brown eyes. Dark hair falls around his face, highlighting the freckles on it. He looks cute. " You're new here, aren't you?"

"Actually, I've been living here for my whole-."

"At the police force, darling," Chan huffs, and Felix's eyes widen, a soft blush creeping up his neck. Oh.

"I'm-Yes, I'm new," he nods quickly.

"I can tell," he says and smiles at him fondly. "Still so eager to do things right."

"We should," Felix nods quickly, subconsciously straightening his uniform.

"But they don't. And you won't if you want to survive this job," he nods thoughtfully. "You'll notice soon enough. Try staying away from Han's men, they're horrible to cops."

"Okay," he nods, wondering why the hell he is listening to this crap. "Sir, are you drunk?" he asks after a moment of silence.

Chan laughs out loud, and it's the first time today. "I'm not joking, stay away from the Han family. They're dangerous. It'd be a shame if they'd mess up that pretty face of yours," he says, and Felix's blush deepens. "But to answer your question, yes, I had a little too much."

"Then that's another reason you shouldn't be driving," Felix points out kindly.

"I have to get home somehow," he shrugs, staring up at the sky, slowly changing colors as the sun begins to set.

"You have no one to pick you up?" he asks, feeling pity for him.

"My best friend got married to another guy today. I have no one else," he tells him, not really sure why the fuck he'd be telling that to some random police officer.

"That's why you're drunk and driving so reckless," he hums understandingly. "You're heartbroken, aren't you?"

"What if I was?" he asks and watches him observantly. His brown hair shines beneath the setting sun, eyes sparkle beautifully. Chan can't help but think again about how effortlessly beautiful Officer Lee is.

"Then I'd feel sorry for pulling you over…but on second thought, not really. There's no use putting yourself at risk because someone hasn't found you fitting for themselves," he says very gently, observing Chan's eyes. "Maybe you're not the right person for him, but I'm sure you'll find your missing piece one day."

"Well, thanks for the advice, Officer Lee," he snorts and once more checks him out. Oh, fuck it. "When does your shift end tonight?"

Felix glances at his watch. "In five minutes," he tells him.

"May I take you out for dinner after? Make up for the trouble I caused you?" he asks smoothly, and Felix's eyes widen before he gathers himself quickly again.

"Purely that?" he asks, and Chan raises his eyebrow at him.

"You're bolder than you look," he smirks. "Not really, no."

"Well, then skip the politeness and take what you so clearly want," Felix announces, not without blushing heavily.

Chan sees right through him and nods to himself. "If you let me," he nods reluctantly.

"Please," Felix nods, growing a bit shy. He crosses his arms behind his chest to hide his hands shaking.

Chan looks at him, amused. "I don't know if you're naive or touch starved to get into bed with some stranger, but I'll take it."

"I know very well who you are, Mr. Bahng," he says, and surprise flashes in Chan's eyes. "You're the head bodyguard of Mr. Lee, and that best friend you've been talking about is the very same person. You're in love with your boss."

"Huh," Chan laughs stunned. "And that doesn't stop you from climbing into bed with me?"

"That's what makes it exciting," he corrects him, and Chan smirks.

"I believe your five minutes are over, dear," he says calmly, and Felix hums softly. "Keep up, alright?" he asks, putting his helmet back on.

"You bet," he grins.

Felix gets onto the motorcycle behind him, wrapping his arms around him to steady himself. They decided to park the car back at the police station to avoid raising suspicions, and Chan kept his helmet on as Felix did.

"Hold on tight," Chan tells him, and Felix hums, agreeing. He starts the engine and drives off with him. He knows Minho would be pissed knowing he brought a police officer back home, but he couldn't care less. He just wanted to forget and feel good for a night.

Chan soon parks in front of the mansion and hops off his bike, taking off his helmet. Felix does as well and smiles at him shyly. "Come on in," Chan chuckles and leads the way.

Felix follows him through the front door, looking around curiously. Chan takes the helmet from him and puts it aside, reaching into a small closet drawer next to the door. He pulls out a piece of soft silk and gives him an apologetic smile. "He'd kill me if I'd led you through the house with your eyes open."

"Oh, okay," Felix nods gently, swallowing nervously as Chan steps closer. Their eyes meet, and sparks ignite between them. "Can I kiss you?" he asks politely.

Chan chuckles softly and cups his face, pulling him into a gentle kiss. A soft sound escapes Felix's lips, and he grips Chan's suit jacket, pulling him close. Chan's arm snakes around his waist, and he lets him enjoy that feeling. It has been years since he kissed someone and he only realizes now how much he had missed it.

Felix takes a few steps back, pulling him with him until his back hits the wall. Chan braces himself on the wall, caging him in, and the moment Felix parts his lips to catch his breath, Chan's tongue slides into his mouth. A low groan escapes him as their tongues slide against each other sensually. He reaches up, burying his hand in those thick curls and arches into him. Chan's playing with his hair, pulling at it as he deepens the kiss.

Neither of them notice the front door opening until someone clears their throat. "Channie?"

Chan flinches heavily and pulls back panting, turning to look at him. Minho stands there, still in his wedding suit, and watches him with wide eyes. "Min, you're back already?"

Felix connects the dots and realizes the man in front of them is Minho Lee, one of the most important people in town.

"I-uh, I came to check on you, but you seem to feel fine again," he says, nodding slowly. He looks a little hurt, realizing Chan hasn't felt sick. "So you're…you're not feeling sick?"

"Not anymore," Chan answers, and he isn't even lying. He hasn't been feeling exactly well the whole day, watching the love of his life marrying another man.

"Mhm, okay," Minho nods quietly before his eyes fall onto Felix. "And that is?"

Felix bows gently before him, dark messed-up hair falling into his face. "I'm Officer Felix Lee, Sir," he introduces himself. "It's an honor to meet you."

Minho frowns at him softly. "Not really, there's nothing special about me other than my mother's legacy," he says and looks back at Chan. "Why are you bringing a police officer back home without my permission?"

"Since when am I asking for permission?" Chan gives back and glances at Felix. "Felix and I just met, we've decided to have some fun tonight."

Felix smiles at the way his name rolls off his tongue. "You can cover my eyes now, by the way," he chimes in gently. "I've probably seen too much already."

Chan smiles softly and nods, pulling the silk from his pocket. He steps behind him and soothingly squeezes his shoulder. "Close your eyes, pretty," he says and locks eyes with Minho as he covers Felix's eyes. "Don't you have a husband to get back to?" he asks, more coldly than he intended to.

"I-I guess I do," he nods, not fully understanding why his heart hurts and his stomach cramps with jealousy as he watches Felix. He just got married; for fucks sake, why is he so focused on Chan? "We'll talk about this later, Chan."

"Nothing to talk about, you won't do much different tonight," he shrugs and wraps his arm around Felix's waist, pulling him in. Felix leans back into him, breath hitching as Chan places a kiss just below his ear.

"Why?" Minho asks, barely audibly pointing at Felix. "You're usually not like that."

"You broke my heart, that's why," he says, and Minho's face falls. "It's nothing new, and I won't stand in your way if you're happy with him. But let me deal with my side of emotions the way I prefer."

"I-I'm sorry," he whispers, tears brimming his eyes.

"No, you're not," Chan says quietly. "Because you don't have to." He steps in front of Felix and lifts him up after a gentle warning.

Felix wraps his legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and nudges his nose against Chan's clumsily. He leans to his ear as he plays with the base of his hair. "Need you so bad, Channie hyung," he whispers, not seeing the beautiful smile breaking across Chan's face.

"Don't worry, sunshine, I got you," he gives back lowly and exchanges a last glance with Minho before carrying Felix up the stairs.

"But I am sorry," Minho whispers to himself, anxiously fidgeting with the sleeves of his suit. His chest tightens a little, and he sucks in a sharp breath. He never wanted to hurt Chan like that. Never. Had he been faking to be happy for him for years now?

Chan gently sets Felix down as they reach the corridor to his room, taking the fabric from his eyes. Felix's soft eyes flutter open and meet his. "No wonder you fell for him, he's incredibly handsome up close," Felix states, making Chan chuckle, surprised.

"Stop talking about Min, alright?" he asks gently and cups his face. "He's not important tonight."

Felix nods kindly and fondles down his sides almost hesitantly. "Where's your room?"

"Just over there." Chan gently caresses his cheeks and pulls him into a kiss. Felix's hands rest on his hips as he kisses back fiercely. They get lost in the feeling for another bit before Chan takes the lead and walks them to his room, never breaking apart. Chan kicks the door closed behind them and turns the key, trapping Felix between the door and his body.

"Can I?" Felix asks, reaching for Chan's suit jacket. Chan hums gently, and Felix brushes the jacket off his shoulders, locking eyes with him as he starts opening the buttons of his shirt. Felix hesitantly lets his hands roam his skin once he's done and bites his lower lip hard at the thought of the rest of him. "Fuck," he breathes out, a little stunned, as Chan grabs his neck and pulls him in again.

Chan pushes his thigh between his legs, smirking as Felix's jaw drops. "Feels good, pretty boy?"

"Uhuh," Felix nods dumbly, pressing down against him needily.

"Go on," he encourages him and reaches for the first button of his uniform. "I'll start taking that off for you while you do."

Felix doesn't need a second invitation, grinding down against his thigh with a low groan. He watches as Chan unbuttons his uniform and shivers with need as Chan's fingers brush against his bare skin in the process.

Chan notices and glances at him curiously. "You haven't been touched in a while, have you?"

"Not really," he confesses, blushing heavily. "It's a bit of a weakness of mine," he adds, glancing at him through his lashes.

"How much time do you have?" Chan asks, and Felix swallows audibly.

"For you, all night," he breathes out.

Chan hums softly and picks him up, carrying him to his bed. He lowers Felix into the pillows and climbs onto the bed, hovering over him. "May I make up for the time you missed then?"

"Please do," Felix nods shyly. He watches with interest as Chan gets comfortable between his legs, bracing himself next to his head. His lips plant tiny kisses down his jaw before they land on his neck. Felix melts into the sheets beneath him as Chan starts kissing his neck, leaving small bites all over it, slowly moving down to his collarbone. Sinking his hand into his curls, he whines softly as Chan's lips travel further, tongue lapping at his nipples.

Chan has no idea how long he stays like that, exploring Felix's body with his tongue, teeth, lips, and hands. The man beneath him writhes in the sheets, soft, helpless sounds tumbling from his lips. Chan's face is buried between his thighs by now, having worked up his way both of his legs. Felix's body is littered with reddish marks by now and covered in sweat, worked up from Chan's pleasurable touches. Looking up, he smiles at the sight of him. His dark hair sticks to his face, brown eyes blown with lust, lips swollen and parted. "Enjoying yourself, pretty?"

Felix hums, agreeing, and bites his lip hard as Chan gently eases off his boxers. His head falls back as Chan teasingly licks up his shaft and massages his balls with his hand. "Ch-Chan," he chokes out.

"Get on your hands and knees for me, will you?" he asks, and Felix nods, eager to please him and finally get what he wants. Felix turns around, knees buckling a little. Chan reaches for his bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube and some condoms for later. He spreads Felix's cheeks with his fingers and licks up between them. A guttural moan falls from Felix's lips at that, pushing back the moment Chan's tongue pushes against his hole. Chan switches between tongue and fingers, working him open slowly. Felix's arms collapse as he locates his prostate, and Chan bites back a moan at the weak sound leaving his lips.

"Channie - stop," he pleads quietly, face buried in the pillow. "Fuck, please," he whimpers.

"What's wrong?" he asks, fingertips brushing against his prostate once again.

"I'm gonna-" Felix squeezes his eyes shut, body shaking as Chan massages his prostate so perfectly. It's too much. Too much after all those teasing and loving touches before, too much after being touched so right after all this time. Felix's body tenses up, and he releases into the sheets beneath him with a weak sound. His face flushes red with embarrassment, and he hides in the pillow. "Fuck, sorry."

Chan leans down, kissing his spine, and shakes his head. "Nothing to be sorry for."

Felix frowns softly and peaks at him timidly. "But I came without asking for permission."

Chan blinks at him, heart melting at the sincere apologetic look on Felix's face. "I told you I'd make up for that time you missed. I wanted you to feel that good."

Felix's blush deepens. "So you're not mad?"

"No," he tells him with a kind smile, and Felix's heart melts. That's a new one.

"I think I'm ready for you now," he tells him with a sheepish smile. "Can I take care of you now?"

"Okay," Chan nods gently and lets Felix guide him onto his back. He watches him curiously as Felix straddles his lap, eyes fluttering as Felix wraps his hand around his so far untouched dick. Felix flicks his thumb over the tip and strokes him a few times before handing him the condom. Once Chan is ready, he pours some lube into his hand, stroking Chan once again and getting into position. Chan's face contorts in pleasure as Felix slowly sinks down on him.

Felix braces himself on his chest, moaning softly as he tries to adjust to his size. He experimentally moves his hips and allows himself to relax and sink down deeper. "Feel so fucking full already," he groans deliciously.

Chan moans, relieved once he's buried fully inside of him, and rests his hands on his hips. "You're okay?" he asks, watching Felix observantly.

"Yeah," he nods, panting a little. "Just need a moment."

"Take your time," he says gently, rubbing his hips soothingly.

"Okay," Felix says to himself, lifting his hips and sinking back down on him after a moment. They both moan at the movement, and Felix repeats it, Chan's hips meeting his this time. He braces himself on his chest and works out a rhythm that feels good for them both. Felix moves eagerly on top of him, moans falling freely from his mouth by now.

Chan beneath him has his head thrown back into the pillow, jaw growing slack at the tightness of Felix around him. After all, it's been a while for him too. "Fuck, Felix," he groans softly.

Felix tries to angle his hips a little differently to hit his prostate but doesn't fully succeed. After a few tries, a frustrated whimper leaves his mouth, and Chan glances up at him.

His breath hitches, seeing tears brimming Felix's eyes, and he has to bite back a groan. Wow, he didn't know he had a thing for that. "You're okay, pretty boy?" he asks gently, and Felix shakes his head, whining softly.

"Need more," he admits, and Chan understands, gently patting his hips.

"Let me help," he says reassuringly, and Felix does, letting him angle his hips a little differently. Chan thrusts up into him, and Felix rewards him with a deep, relieved moan, nails digging into his torso. Chan's eyes roll back at the way Felix clenches around him, moaning obscenely loud and shaking on top of him. "Fucks sake," he breathes out, pounding up into him desperately. Felix slams his hips down against him, their moans growing louder. They chase their high together, pushing each other over the edge soon after. Felix collapses against him, and Chan lazily thrusts up into him still, rubbing his back soothingly.

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After a moment of silence, Felix glances at him with a shy smile. "Again?" Chan kisses him fiercely as an answer, flipping them over in the process. Again.

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marie-is-seein-stars · 2 months

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Mafia AU: Stray Kids -

Chapter 1: Rough Start

You were running from people, a vendor you had stolen food from as a desperate attempt to survive, you hadn't eaten since you left your apartment, which was weeks ago. Now here you were, feeding on scraps and stealing food just to keep your body distracted from the sickness that was fogging your mind. Your body might've been occupied, but your brain kept playing that scene in your head like a broken record.

You held on to the rickety metal pole that passed as railing on the concrete stairs to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, 143-District 9. It reeked of tobacco, but an unfamiliar sound filled your ears 'It's just the neighbors, fucking, again' you rolled your eyes at the noise, reassuring yourself that your boyfriend would never cheat on you. But as you unlocked the door, that noise became louder, and that's when the truth hit you like a ton of bricks...

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ON TOUR PREVIEW.

SOUNDCHECK

PART I OF ON TOUR SERIES.

Hyunjin x reader x Felix.

Synopsis: Your best friend, Felix is in a rock band and he takes you to join him on tour as the band's photographer. On the road, you gain a lot of more than just exciting new experiences.

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Han has his tongue out as he tries to catch his breath, standing facing the nig portable air conditioner to cool himself down.

Hyunjin is the last one to come backstage, practically drenched in sweat. His t-shirt is soaking wet that it's stuck to his body.

He sits on top of a box with his head down, sweat dripping from the end of his hair with the red hair dye fades into the white t-shirt he's wearing.

Felix puts his hand on your shoulder as a support, as he too, is running out of breath. The sleeveless top he's wearing is sticking to his skin despite it having two gaping holes on each side, exposing just enough to let everyone know he has toned abs under there.

Realizing that you unintentionally ogling at your best friend, you shake the thoughts away, quickly grabbing a bottled water nearby and uncap it for him.

"For the greatest drummer in the world," you switch the towel in his hand with it.

He's too exhausted to laugh at it that he can only grin, then takes a long, big gulp of water it spills out the corner of his mouth and dribbles down his chin. He finishes the whole bottle in under a minute.

With the already damp towel, you dab the sweat on his face and neck, carefully not ruining the make-up that somehow survives the extra moisture on his face.

A few minutes have passed with the crowd chanting for an encore when it's obvious that they need another few minutes of break.

You check the setlist taped to the wall and they have three songs to play for the encore. You wonder how they can still fully function after performing for more than two hours already.

"Whenever you're ready, boys!" Someone says, which you believe is coming from the manager.

Felix grabs another bottled water, not to drink it but pours it on his head to cool it off, he pushes his bleached blonde hair to the back with his fingers.

This is the kind of sight that would make the fans go wild, but what can you say? Guess tonight they're not lucky as you.

Felix takes the towel back from you to wipe the water dribbling down his neck, "do I look alright?" He asks with his eyes wide.

You saw the stylist put on mascara on him earlier and now it's slightly smudged with how much he sweats, but that only adds to the rockstar look. You decide to only wipe the excess under his eyes ever so slowly with your pinky finger.

"Let's get ready!" Han says as he looks around for the members despite he's still catching his breath.

Felix puts his hand away from your shoulder to get a clean towel, using it to dab fresh sweat on his face.

Behind him, something catches your eyes, the red of Hyunjin's hair and him casually taking his t-shirt off in front of everyone. Well, everyone is probably used to this but not you, you're the only one having a hard time trying not to look his way.

Look away, look away, you repeatedly tell yourself, but instead of doing that, you do the exact opposite.

You stare at his back figure and see the ridges his back muscles made as he puts a t-shirt over his head that eventually covers his smooth skin, glistening wet even under the poor lighting backstage.

Han once again takes the lead, walking up to Felix and tapping him on the shoulder repeatedly as if to transfer his energy to him.

"Let's go!" He excitedly tells him.

Felix always manages to catch you off guard, surprising you by pressing a kiss on the cheek and you can only give in to him.

"Be right back!" He says with a grin.

Hyunjin follows them not long after, but stopping at the side to dry his hair with a towel, you feel a few drops of his sweat land on your arms.

He briefly glances at you, then tosses the damp towel away before entering the stage again.

That one stare reminds you why you're still holding a grudge against him, but at the same time, you don't want it to ruin the night.

However, once Hyunjin plays his guitar, you forget all about it.

You feel the shiver down your spine, and it's getting intense as the guitar riffs he plays charmed you to keep watching.

And it's hard to do so because he's so blinding.

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The full fic will be posted tomorrow!

#stray kids smut #skz smut #seospicy upcoming post #on tour preview #on tour series #part i soundcheck

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your fingers reach down to wrap themselves around chan’s wrist, your eyes big and wide as you watch him stop his actions. a whine slipping out of you, and you find yourself holding back another moan by biting your lip. “now, did i or did i not say i want to hear you?” chan’s voice is muffled, with his lips pressed up against your thigh, while his hand grips your thigh in place, his other currently being too busy - his fingers inside your tight hole.

a single pull of his hand and he could just leave you there for a really long time - needy and wanting for him, wanting his touch. that’s what your brain was thinking, at seven in the evening, when you were supposed to be at a friend’s get together, which you were clearly late for, even after being dressed completely, make-up and all - only to hand over your panties to your boyfriend, who was very keen on teasing you.

“we’re getting late,” you protest, adjusting yourself, and backing up against the chair that you were on, so as to not slip. “i’m getting late.”

“and i want to make my baby come.” chan huffs, standing up and pocketing the lacey, nude panties into his pants. “maybe you could just make a mess on my fingers on the way there,” he smirks, holding his hand out for you to take. “or i could just finger you under the table, no one would know.”

#[ just a lil preview maybe tehehe ]#bang chan scenarios #bang chan imagines #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan hard hours #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #skz thoughts #skz smut #chan smut #chan scenarios #chan imagines

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multiwreckedmess · 9 months

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Two Princes The End

Monday, 10pm EDT.

PREVIEWS - Not in any order one | two | three

Pairing: Prince!Hyunjin x fem!servant!Reader x Prince!Felix Genre: Royalty AU Smut WC: 9k (ish) Summary: The realities of life hurt more than if the two Princes were just a daydream. It’s time to be honest.

TW: Sexual assault (not by the boys, I will include additional detail below the cut to review at your own discretion), threats of violence (not to yn) CW: Sir title, creampie, anal penetration, dacryphilia, yn referred to as “darling” “toy” “girl” “cocksleeve”, mentions of marriage and family.

Genuinely idk what ya’ll want me to tag there.

Normal disclaimers, this is fiction not a resource manual for how to do literally anything in life. This does not represent ANYONE real or fictional. It’s a fantasy AU FFS if you cannot figure that out I cannot help you. Please do not interact if you are under 18. This content is meant for 18+ readers so by continuing below the cut you agree that you are 18+. Also not proofread sorry, I’m a gremlin in a human suit.

Part 1 | Part 2 you might wanna read. i’m not your mom.

#2 princes 3 preview #2 princes #hyunjin smut #felix smut #coming soon #get hyped please #skz smut #stray kids smut #.self promo

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staytheword · 2 years

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the smell of roses

the smell of roses — short series masterlist status: complete [ general masterlist ]

this series (and this blog) are 18+ !! minors, please do not interact!!

• lee know x female reader / changbin x female reader / lee know x female reader x changbin (NOT a love of triangle), all other stray kids members are featured but not main characters.

• non idol au, bikers au, rivals to lovers au, small town au. inspired by sons of anarchy.

• content: gangs and all that ensues. mentions of all sorts of illegality; black markets, dirty money, money laundering, sex work, drugs and weapons dealing. corruption and blackmail. a lot of drinking (often excessive) and swearing. drug consumption (weed only). slight pyromania in a secondary character. mc is a brat. anger management problems. mental health issues (people are not quite sane). polygamy/polyamory. explicit, but not graphic, smut. dom minho. dom changbin. mc can’t make up her mind about being sub or dom. (more specific cw will be provided on each part)

It’s them. The Vices. The Vices Motorcycle Club. They have people everywhere. Everything in this town belongs to them. The mayor. The police, too. Every bar, every business, every warehouse. It’s all theirs. Except for your father’s shop. They have left him alone because they thought it was a matter of time before he would cave. Your father still hasn’t, and you are proud of him. It’s not like a flower shop would be any use to a biker gang, anyway. But one day, your father gives you a sad smile. It’s time. You don’t want to. You’re angry. You hate them. When they enter the shop to shake your father’s hand and take his money, you stand in the corner with pure hatred in your eyes. Their president notices. His right hand, too. A dangerous game begins. You’re ready to play.

• taglist: @softandfluffy ; @ughbehavior ; @changbinluvr ; @valreadsfics ; @ppiri-bahng ; @mchslut ; @lady---boner ; @defenseofourdreams6277 ; you?

• author’s note: Hiiii everyone! ♡ I’ve been writing this completely for fun, unsure if I was ever going to share, but then I thought, why not? Our boys are on motorcycles and sporting leather 24/7, I can’t keep this to myself. There will be three parts only but each will be quite long. If you guys like it I might indulge in more but I’m not sure yet. I hope you’ll like it! ♡

prologue: angels and devils part one: snakeskin part two: in flames part three: blood in the cut

Thank you for being here and reading what I write! I love you all ❤️

#lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know x y/n #changbin x reader #changbin x you #changbin x y/n #seo changbin x y/n #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin x you #seo changbin smut #lee know smut #lee know x reader x changbin #stray kids smut #skz smut #I might give you a preview this weekend... I might

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#stray kids #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #w korea #magazine #preview

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Chapter 3 The Invisible Strings that Bind Us (Preview)

Just a lil preview of some of the events of chapter 3! The full chapter will be out next Monday!

Masterlist

“If our fans are truly fans, then they’ll be happy for us that we’ve found our last soulmate. If people get upset about it, then they were never true fans.” Changbin piped up, defending Chan and the group.

The boys all voiced their agreement while Minho just stared down the staff members, anger clear in his eyes. It very quickly turned into an argument between the boys and the staff, words flying across the table, and it seemed as if Changbin was ready to leap across the table, judging by his expression. Y/n and Han both leaned closer to Minho, feeling very uncomfortable amongst all the yelling and loud voices. He held the two of them close, bringing an arm around each of their shoulders.

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All that happened was them laughing at her and cooing how cute she was. She pouted, and refused to turn to look at them. Minho smirked, and reached out to grab her sides, tickling her, as she screamed and yelled for him to stop. He refused to stop and she eventually moved back towards him, in an attempt to get him to stop. He used this as an opportunity to pull her closer and into his lap. She froze up as she felt him do this, and he chuckled at her actions.

“Jagiya, why did you freeze?” He whispered, leaning down close to her ear.

“You try getting pulled into someone’s lap unexpectedly. I bet you’d react the same.” She whisper-shouted at him.

“Adorable, 토끼.” He said, chuckling in her ear, making her shiver and pull away, moving out of his lap and turning around.

“No. No, bad cat man.” She said, pointing at him.

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under your skin preview

masterlist | playlist | taglist

summary: Everything seemed to fall into place for Y/N. She had a loving boyfriend, her dream job, and the bestest friend in the universe. She never thought her life was missing something until she was introduced to Changbin, the towns newest tattoo artist who happens to be harboring an unimaginable secret.

pairing: tattoo artist!Changbin x good girl!Reader

genre/themes: angst, fluff, smut, 18+ (minors dni), slow burn, forbidden love, strangers to lovers, supernatural themes, tattoo artist/piercer au

warnings: foul language, sexual content, dry humping, dirty talk, praise

preview word count: 2.7k

a/n: this is only a preview of my next story, Under Your Skin. I want to bring it to your attention now so anyone who is interested can add their names to the taglist. Google Form taglist is back! I hope you enjoy this preview of Under Your Skin!

Tucking your phone into your coat pocket, you continued walking, the sound of your heels against the pavement echoing through the cool morning air. The leaves in the trees seemingly changed overnight to varying shades of orange and red, signaling the fall was setting in.

Autumn has always been your favorite time of year. The chilly and cloudy mornings, the colorful trees, the frost that set in overnight, the change in the town as the holidays drew closer. You loved every aspect of it.

The walk to White Lotus Studio was a short one, thankfully, from the bakery. You reached the door and peered inside the windows. The lights in the back were on, signaling that someone was inside.

Knocking on the glass of the door, you waited for Changbin to open it and let you in. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself, legs feeling the bite of the chilly air around them. The shop wasn’t supposed to open until later today so you assumed Changbin was just restocking the shop.

You caught sight of a figure moving in the back of the shop. A smile spread across your as Changbin approached the door, a smile already present on his face as he unlocked the door and opened it.

“Excuse me, ma'am, do you have an appointment?” he asked, checking his watch. Your smile widened as you shook your head. “Not yet anyway,” you added as you stepped over the threshold.

Changbin let out a chuckle as he shut and locked the door behind you. “What are you getting up to?” You asked as he walked you back to the back of the shop.

“Oh I was getting some early morning inventory done,” he answered as he walked into the room where his station was set up.

You removed your coat, setting it over the back of the chair before sitting down. Changbin leaned against the counter, picking up the tablet and continuing his work. You looked around wordlessly before your eyes fell on Changbin. There was something different about him but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

He wore the same thing he usually wore. A black fitted short sleeve tee that showed off the definition of the muscle underneath. The bottom hem was tucked into his black cargo pants, a black belt keeping the shirt from untucking itself with movement. He wore his usual black combat boots, the ones you had ask if they were even comfortable to wear. You recalled how he’d laughed at your question.

“They’re much more comfortable than they look,” he had admitted to you. Your eyes traveled up his body, stopping at the simple necklace that hung around his neck. A black cord with a round silver charm. You’d never had a chance to ask about the charm nor had you been close enough to inspect it before. It was just something you’d seen him wear from time to time.

Your eyes focused on the way he murmured to himself, lips barely moving as he spoke much too soft for your ears to even pick up. He was tapping away at the tablet, eyes shifting as he read the contents of the screen. His hair was also the same. Recently showered, so much fluffier than he normally wore it.

You looked away as he glanced up to the contents on the counter next to him, inhaling before letting out a small sigh. It was then it hit you. The difference.

His cologne. The usual scent that was woodsy with a light floral scent was gone, replaced with the smell of mint, lemon, and what you suspected was green apple. It was so different from the usual scent that hung around him. You liked it though. It was so different but mixed with his own natural body odor, it was enthralling, drawing you in.

Without thinking, your lips moved of their own accord, your voice betraying you.

“Are you wearing a new cologne?”

Changbin looked up, face full of confusion as if he hadn’t understood what you said. “What?” He asked softly. Your cheeks burned, the sensation spreading to your ears. “I just… thought something was different about you and couldn’t figure it out until just a second ago,” you murmured, looking away, at your hands in your lap, the floor, his shoes, anywhere that wasn’t his face.

Neither one of you said anything. You were too embarrassed and Changbin was too stunned to speak. He never thought you’d notice such a subtle difference. Most people didn’t pay that much attention to what cologne or perfume someone wore. Of course, he wasn't like most people. He remembered when you came in with the antique tattoo machine, you had worn a different perfume than you wore now.

The sweet, almost confectionary scent had been noticeable enough that he started associating you with the inside of a cupcake shop. The perfume you wore now, he noticed you started wearing it only a few weeks back. Just before your tattoo appointment. The new scent smelled more of coffee and vanilla. He’d noticed because of the Wolf. His nose was much stronger than the average person’s.

Knowing that he was the kind of person to notice changes in scents, it never occurred to him that you might also notice those simple changes.

Changbin nodded.

“Uh, I am actually,” he admitted, looking back down at his tablet, adding items from the supply shop into the cart. He missed the way you glanced up at him. His hair obscured his eyes from you but you could have sworn he glanced back at you. You didn’t say anything in response but that didn’t stop him from explaining.

“I ran out of my main cologne,” he said as he tapped away on the screen, filling out his details for payment. “I got this bottle as a gift from my aunt and uncle and decided to give it a try.” You said nothing, biting your bottom lip as you nodded, eyes wandering down to his arms, the way they flexed as he held the tablet.

You’d never been turned on by the mere sight of muscle before but the way your head was swimming with thoughts of Changbin pinning you against the wall. It took a moment before you realized Changbin spoke.

‘Fuck,’ you thought, hoping he didn’t notice.

“What was that?” You asked.

He looked up at you, clearly not realizing you hadn’t been listening. “My cologne. It’s not too strong, is it?” He asked. You immediately shook your head. “No,” you answered. “It’s just different from what you normally wear.”

“Is that.. bad?” He asked. You shook your head again.

“No, it’s… it’s nice. I like it.”

Your words brought heat to his face and he looked down, trying to hide the way pink tinted his cheeks. He’d hoped you hadn’t noticed but you did. Your lips twitched, threatening to pull into a smile. Your eyes wandered again, almost as if they had a mind of their own, and you realized you were staring directly at his crotch.

You shook your head. ‘What the fuck, Y/N?’ You asked yourself. ‘What has gotten into you?’

The cologne must be affecting you more than you realized. You tried to push those thoughts away but when your eyes fell on the way he stood so casually, leaning against the counter, one leg crossed in front of the other so nonchalantly, your thoughts took another sinful turn. ‘What the fuck? Stop it Y/N!’

Changbin noticed the way your eyes scanned him. It made him feel… different. Not like you were scrutinizing him but like you were checking him out. He saw the way you subtly tried to hide the way you pressed your thighs together under your white pleated skirt, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, and the way you forced yourself to look away from him. If he didn’t know better, he’d guess that the cologne was having an effect on you. He’d never seen someone so flustered simply from a scent before.

The idea that his cologne affected you so much was starting to get inside his head. His heart was beating faster and his pants fit just a little bit tighter. ‘Water,’ he thought. ‘I need water.’ Setting down the tablet, he stood and crossed the room without speaking. He could feel your eyes on him, whether or not you were hiding the fact you were watching him or not he didn’t know. He didn’t dare look at you. He knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from moving to the chair and taking you right there.

The air outside the room was lighter, cooler even. It helped clear his mind a little as he moved to the break room and pulled open the fridge door.

Not sure if you wanted something to drink, he thought he’d grab you one to be polite. He grabbed two bottles of water from the bottom shelf and let the fridge shut as he walked back to his station.

You hadn’t moved, still sitting on the chair when he entered the room.

You looked up as he returned and watched as he held out a bottle of water. You thanked him with a shy smile and opened the bottle, focusing on not spilling it.

You took a sip, the cold liquid helping to cool you off just a tiny bit. You didn’t notice the way Changbin’s eyes followed your movements, lingering on the way your lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle. Or the way he watched as you licked your lips after taking a large gulp. You replaced the bottle cap and set the bottle on the counter behind you.

You tried to keep your eyes focused on anything other than the way Changbin stood there against the counter again, sipping his own water. You tried not to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

Everything about him was affecting you at this point and you wanted to curse whoever gifted him that damn cologne. Still feeling your gaze on him, Changbin couldn’t take it anymore. He set his bottle down and turned to face you directly. “Alright,” he started, causing your eyes to snap up to meet his.

“What’s going on?” He demanded.

Your heartbeat erratically in your chest. ‘He noticed,’ you thought quickly. ‘There’s no way he couldn’t have.’ You tried to be nonchalant about it and shrugged.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“You’re acting weird,” Changbin continued. He suspected what the reason for your behavior was but he wanted to hear you say.

No, he needed to hear it.

You shook your head. “No, I’m not,” you deflected. Changbin crossed his arms over his chest, giving you a pointed stare.

‘Fuck. I’m so busted.’

“Come on, Y/N,” he replied. “Something is different. I can see it by the way you’re acting.”

“I’m not being weird!” You denied. ‘Why? Why can’t he let this go?’

“Oh come on. Every time I look up, you’re staring at me. Why? Do I have something on me?”

You shook your head. There was no way he’d let this go but you couldn’t say it. Not when it could ruin everything.

Changbin waited for you to respond, staring at you. You could feel yourself faltering under his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” you finally blurted out. “I’m sorry I keep staring. I think it’s because of the cologne. It’s messing with my head,” you admitted, your voice faltering at the end. “The cologne? So it is strong,” Changbin answered. You shook your head for what felt like the umpteenth time. “It’s not!” You replied.

“So why is it making you act this way?”

“I can’t help it!” You said, your voice rising in pitch.

“It’s not my fault you’re so…” you trailed off, stopping yourself before you said something you couldn’t come back from.

Changbin cocked his head to the side, taking a couple of steps forward. “I’m so what?” He asked. Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t stop the words as they came out.

“So fucking hot.”

Your eyes widened in shock as the words left your lips. You weren’t the only one. Changbin’s expression changed to mirror your own.

He was just as shocked. You hopped up from the chair. You couldn’t take the tension anymore. “God,” you groaned.

“You’re so fucking hot and it’s driving me insane!”

You covered your face with your hand, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself. You finally snapped. After you promised yourself you wouldn’t. Changbin’s silence was daunting. You’d just admitted to him that you thought he was ‘so fucking hot’ and he couldn’t even respond.

You pulled your hand from your face as you heard shuffling.

Changbin closed the distance quickly. You gasped as one of his hands reached behind your neck and pulled you against him, his lips crashing against yours. The other hand landed on your waist, pulling your body against his. Your own hands moved, snaking around his waist and pulling even closer. His lips parted yours and you felt his tongue against your own. His breath was hot, heavy but you didn’t care.

He was kissing you.

Changbin was kissing you and it was like nothing else mattered.

You didn’t care that you were in the middle of his shop just before opening. You only cared that you were kissing Changbin and he was kissing you like the world was ending.

As quickly as it started, Changbin pulled away from you. He immediately began stuttering an apology. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” he breathed but you reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “I wasn’t done,” you said, your voice full of desire.

And then his lips were back on yours.

You turned before pushing him onto the chair. Changbin watched as you climbed on top of him, settling on his lap before taking his lips in another kiss. His hands gripped your thighs, sliding up to your hips. You rested your arms on his shoulders, hips moving as you tried to get closer to him.

You moaned, grinding over the bulge in his pants. His hands moved, grabbing your ass and pulling your hips forward, causing you to grind on him again. Another moan left your lips, muffled against his own. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, guiding your hips.

“Ah, shit,” you whimpered. Changbin bucked his hips up into you and you let out a mewl, forehead resting against his. “You drive me crazy,” you heard him whisper.

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” you admitted.

“Yeah?” he asked, hands still guiding your now wet core over his clothed erection. You nodded, biting your bottom lip to hold back another moan. The friction between his pants and your lace-covered clit was sending shivers up your spine.

“Fuck,” he growled, reaching up to cup your cheek before moving his hand into your hair and gripping it firmly. He tugged gently, pulling your head to the side to open your neck to him. You moaned loudly as his teeth sank into your skin.

“You sound so pretty when you moan like that,” he whispered in your ear. “Changbin,” you moaned, pressing your face into his shoulder. “I like it when you say my name like that, baby,” he groaned as you moved your hips faster. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he growled.

Your head was swimming with his scent, the tension, and the pleasure you were feeling. “Me too,” you replied breathlessly.

“God, I wanna see you cum so bad,” Changbin replied, hands moving to grab your hips. “Make me Cum, Binnie,” you whined.

“Oh fuck. You gonna cum for me baby?” he asked. You nodded your head, whimpers leaving your lips.

“Look at me baby,” Changbin whispered and you lifted your head to meet his eyes. They were dark, clouded with lust. You felt your already hot cheeks burn even more.

You must have looked like a mess but Changbin didn’t seem to care. “Come on, babygirl,” he said with a smirk. “Cum for me,” he added. Your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasms caught up and crashed over you. Your legs shook as Changbin guided your hips, making you ride out your climax. His hips moved to meet yours.

“I’m close,” you heard him say. You rested your forehead against him, trying to catch your breath. “Keep going,” you whispered in encouragement.

A loud bang snapped both of you out of it. Your eyes met Changbin’s and he quickly pushed you off him.

#stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #Seo Changbin #changbin fanfiction #changbin fanfic #changbin scenarios #changbin imagines #changbin smut #changbin x reader #series: uys #series: under your skin #under your skin preview #uys preview

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#kim seungmin #seungmin #stray kids #bystay #$$$#$gif #this was the forehead preview before the main show..

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whips x chains (preview)

mean!warrior!prince!bang chan catches a palace maid in his chambers in nothing but her panties and punishes her accordingly, whips, chains, and all

MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT

You still want to believe in the possibility of escape, even as icy fingers wrap their way around your neck.

“So, you’ve come to kill me? You do realize that such an act would be considered treason?” he rasps, lips hot against your ear. “Are you really willing to die for petty revenge?”

Your scream is snatched by his grip on your throat.

“Try avenging your fallen if you wish but know I remember none of them. As long as you understand that, I’ll allow you a fair fight.”

His arms drop from around you, and you drop straight to the floor. Black terror pumps through your veins, keeping you fused to the stone.

“Get up, import. Or are you an intruder in our country as well?”

The hard tip of his boot nudges at your stomach until you’re forced to roll over and face him. And there he is.

His Highness Bang Christopher Chan the First, Crown Prince of Aertheon.

This is the man behind countless tales of rugged battle, a fierce warrior and commander of epic battalions whose victories are already being recorded in history books.

Some think his success to be exaggerated, but looking at him, you know it’s all true.

Years-long wars are carved through the sinew of his thick chest, chipped on the gleaming brawn of his shoulders, tattooed into the contours of the V leading deep down beyond the waistband of his pants… Thank the gods he’s shirtless or you might’ve second guessed the instinctive fear.

Your eyes wander up too high and meet his gaze, hard and unforgiving as it travels down bare skin.

“Did you think you could seduce me?”

Your arm immediately goes to cover your naked breasts.

“Don’t get coy now,” the Prince snaps, grabbing your hands in his fist. He pulls them over your head, then slams your back to the floor.

A gasp escapes you as scarlet licks up your spine, piercing you right in the lower belly. There’s an insistent throb ringing at the apex of your thighs.

“Did whoever you work for not think to send a fine woman of Aertheon to tempt me? They thought this would be enough? You?”

His Highness leans down and samples the delicate skin of your neck, the contrast of soft lips and scraping teeth sending electricity across the surface of your skin.

“Go on then. I'm waiting."

The rough pad of his thumb brushes the gusset of your panties, managing to connect with your clit and send your brain into a spiral. A honey-toned mewl spills from you as your hips grind up into him of their own accord, eager for his fingers and more.

He sighs and pulls back with that same heavy stare.

“You’re not very good at this.”

“Good at what?” you whisper. You fold into yourself, hoping he can't see your arms tremble.

“Anything, apparently. Your head is on the line and this is the best you can do?”

"My head?"

"You thought you could commit treason and leave unpunished?"

coming out friday, 10:30pm EST, 5k words and counting!

thinking about making a taglist, comment if you'd be interested

#i dont even know if this is a good preview but i didnt want to spoil the punishment part #dont worry though its there #bang chan #christopher bang #bang chan fic #bang chan fanfic #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #bang chan imagines #bang chan scenarios #bang chan smut #stray kids #skz x reader #skz smut #skz imagines

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250318 · 8 months

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#stray kids #felix #airport #preview #e:5 star #fs:blank #230818

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marie-is-seein-stars · 2 months

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Mafia AU: Stray Kids -

Chapter 1: Rough Start

Word Count: 918

Mdni contains swear words and some suggestive themes

Synopsis: um...so basically girlie is in the streets because her mans was clapping another girls' cheeks when she came back home and there is a flashback moment and stuff and then she runs into Hyunjin, who is a tatted-up BEEFCAKE (oh yeah and he's part of the Stray Kids' mafia🤭)

You walked right up to the bed and they were still at it! “What the hell?!” you screamed and pulled the girl off of your now ex-boyfriend. “Get OUT!!!,” the girl scampered to get her clothes and reached for her purse, when suddenly you had a thought, it was your apartment after all.

“How about I show you to the door instead!” you dragged her by the hair, and opened the door, throwing her naked form out into the hall for anyone who was out to see. Your boyfriend was petrified the whole time, knowing what was coming for him as well. “Ah, you know what, I’m leaving you here to pay rent with whatever you can scrounge out of my safe, but this?,” you dangle the necklace he had gifted to you only a week ago as an anniversary present in between your slim fingers,”I’m keeping it.” he scrambled after you, blubbering and screeching about all the good times the two of you had together.

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You were running from people, a vendor you had stolen food from as a desperate attempt to get something to eat. You hadn't eaten since you left your apartment, which was days ago. Now here you were, feeding on scraps and stealing food just to keep your body distracted from the negative thoughts fogging your mind. Your body might've been occupied, but your brain kept playing that sequence of events in your head like a broken record. You turn sharply into an alley, bumping roughly into what feels like a wall.

Except, it’s not a wall, it’s a person, a man who couldn’t be much older than you. But, there was something about him, it was dangerous yet alluring. He had a fuck ton of tattoos; you also took note of the fact that he was armed with a pistol and a switchblade. He had shoulder length dark black-red hair. "Sorry”, you whisper, he gave you a once-over, then muttered “Not a problem", glancing at the pendant you wore added "Princess”.

You were about to protest but his dangerous gaze shut you up. His scent made you want to attempt to swim in black licorice and Axe body spray...even though you hated licorice, (Twizzlers are the exception) and drown in it. The scent was so intoxicating that it actually pulled a response out of you. “mMmn” was all that came out of your mouth, thank the gods! “MMmn~?” he exclaimed questioningly “Oh! Um, I was just uh…” You walk backwards out of the alley without another word and come across a park bench. You take a seat and suddenly remeber the food you had. You eat some now and save the rest for breakfast. You stash the food under the bench, making sure there's no bird dooky or spider webs before placing it in a dark corner and covering yourself with your jacket you had on.

You drift to sleep, thinking about the guy with the yummy scent and tatoos. A few hours later you hear several pairs of footsteps. You freeze, unable to determine if it's some mugger or a serial killing gang. What if it's a cult that has wierd colored contacts, so whenever they give you the bombastic side eye you lose your shit, not because of them but because of those damned lenses, seriously though, whose supplying people with those? Next thing you know, you feel a tight sensation in your leg, but before you can react you body goes limp as you slip into black inky unknown.

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