01. The Threesome Series ; Skz ; Chan/reader/seungmin

01. the threesome series ; skz ; chan/reader/seungmin

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threesome series part 1/4. -

pairing: bang chan/reader/kim seungmin content info: sexual content. threesome. established relationship. bdsm. dom!chan, sub!reader, sadistic sub!seungmin lol. these three have an established dynamic that they are very familiar with, involves lots of teasing with reader as the "good" submissive and seungmin as the "brat" who coerces her into being "bad" with him. tone indicates this is all clearly playful. physically rougher elements, daddy/sir titles, baby girl pet name, punishment play, implact play, filming sexual acts, oral sex, face-slapping (not reader), bondage, shower sex, orgasm denial.

they all luv each other n they like to have fun lol ;)

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You wake to a kiss on your forehead and blink your sleepy eyes open to a smiling Chan.  He is perched on the edge of the bed, already dressed for the day in his baseball cap and work-out clothes.  The pale light around the curtain tells you it is still very early morning.   

You stretch under the covers, groaning as you take him in.

“Why are you dressed?”  Your voice is rough with sleep.  “Come back to bed.” 

You try to string your arms around his neck but he laughs and lowers them to the bed. 

“Just meeting Changbin at the gym,” he says.  “Then I gotta run to work for a sec—”

You slap your hands on the covers and pout. 

“Work?” you ask miserably.  “But it’s Saturday.  You promised—”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, baby,” he says.  He holds your face in both his hands and swoops down to plant another kiss on your forehead.  He follows it up with a kiss on each cheek, then he nuzzles your nose with a goofy little giggle.  He is diabolical, knowing you are helpless to resist him being so silly.  You smile back.       

“Promise I’ll be fast,” he says.  He strokes his thumb over your cheek.  His dimples are deep with his smile, but his lifted eyebrow colours his gaze with suggestion.  “You’ll be good for me today, yeah?” he asks.  “Follow all my rules?”

He is still smiling, still speaking in a soft, pleasant voice, but you feel the shift in energy.  It wakes the rest of you with a flush of warmth.  You wet your lips and nod, looking at him with your most innocent, baby-girl eyes. 

“Yes, sir, daddy,” you say, leaning your cheek into his hand.  His thumb slips over your bottom lip and gives it a little touch.  “I’m always good.”

“I know, baby,” he says.  He smiles when you kiss the pad of his thumb, winks when he flicks your bottom lip cutely.  “It’s not you I’m worried about.” 

You follow the direction of his gaze.  Seungmin is fast asleep on your other side, one leg out of the covers, laying on his front and clutching a pillow.  Seungmin tends to bat away cuddle advances when awake but he sleeps like a clingy koala bear.  You are the opposite, snuggling up when conscious and kicking the boys away in your sleep.  Seungmin usually curls around Chan when sleeping and he looks very bereft in slumber without him.  You can’t help but smile even though you know Chan’s words are right: Seungmin is a troublemaker. 

“I’ll make sure he’s good,” you say to Chan, a promise you both know will be hard to keep. 

“Hope so,” Chan says.  He leans down for a chaste kiss, lingering close to your mouth when he says, “See you later, baby girl.  Be good for me, yeah?”

“Aren’t you gonna say bye to Seungmin?” you ask when he stands up.

Chan adjusts the brim of his cap and just grins. 

“Uh, yeah, I already tried that,” he says.  “He’s a brat.  Give him a kiss for me later.  Love you both.”

“Love you too,” you say.  Your voice goes rough as you snuggle into the bedcovers, falling back to sleep.  The last thing you see is Chan’s affectionate smile.   

You wake a while later to warmth along your backside and a weight on your hips.  You stir, groggy, taking a second to register everything. 

The curtains are open and the golden glow of morning is shining in the bedroom.  The bedcovers have been pushed down but you don’t feel cold.  Seungmin is awake behind you, his arm draped over your middle.  True to troublemaking form, he already has a hand between your thighs, just resting over your shorts.  When he feels you waking, he cups you a little more deliberately. 

“Seungmin,” you mumble sleepily, “Daddy’s not here.  You shouldn’t be doing that.” 

“That’s so sad for Chan,” Seungmin says with a lot of cheeky sass, grinning a big boxy grin.  He never addresses Chan properly, not even to his face, not without a lot of effort on Chan’s part. 

Seungmin’s disrespect always makes you tingle because you could neverbehave that way.   You love being good.  You also love that Seungmin does not.   

“He should have thought about that before he went to work on a Saturday,” Seungmin says. 

“He said sorry,” you reply. 

You can practically hear Seungmin’s eye-roll. 

“Then it’s okay, I guess,” Seungmin says sarcastically. 

He is already touching you through your shorts, his knuckle gently rubbing back-and-forth and making all those nerves come alive with need.  

Seungmin is a veritable pussy addict.  Despite being equally submissive to Chan, Seungmin has trained you according to his own insatiable desires.  It only takes one look from Seungmin to go from resting to fully turned on.  He can spend hours curling his fingers inside you, stretching you out, rubbing your clit.  Hours more laying between your thighs with his mouth wet and soft, kissing and licking and tongue-fucking you until you are a wrung-out mess. 

He is more than half the reason you always wet by the time Chan finally puts his hands on you.   Then it’s you who gets teased for being wet all the time, Seungmin just grinning behind you with that smartass grin.   

He wastes no time this morning, warming you up through your shorts then slipping his fingers beneath the waistband.

“Seungmin,” you whine.  “We’re not supposed to…” 

“Stop crying,” he says, shoving his other arm under your body to hook it around you.  He pulls you tight against him while he works his hand into your shorts.  “I won’t make you come, crybaby,” he says. 

“I don’t believe you,” you say.

You pout but admittedly make little effort to stop him.  You should, knowing very well Chan’s number one rule is no coming without his permission, but you are lethargic with sleepy contentedness and his fingers feel so good.  You figure as long as you don’t come, indulging just a little touch won’t do any harm…

You should have known better.  It doesn’t take much for Seungmin to work you up completely.  You buck your hips as if to escape his hand but your shorts keep him trapped.  You squirm in his arms at the same time your legs thoughtlessly spread. 

“Seungmin,” you say, panting against your pillow. 

“Yes?” he asks, as if he has no idea what he’s doing.  He holds you tighter when you start to wriggle.  “Relax,” he says.  “Just don’t come.  Be a good girl,” he says it like a punchline, dry and humorous. 

“You know his rules—”

“Who?”

“Daddy—”

“Who?”

“Chan!”  Saying his name puts you over the edge.  Chan’s dominance is softer by nature but Seungmin likes to provoke him so you have seen his mean side often.  Imagining his reaction to your bad behaviour has you coming hard on Seungmin’s fingers.   

Seungmin, like the demon he is, strokes you through your orgasm and a little past it, laughing in your ear when you whimper from oversensitivity.  You have never known someone to be so sadistic and submissive at once.  Seungmin likes to make you cry even more than Chan does.  It gets Chan all huffy and mean, then he really puts Seungmin in his place.

Satisfied with his evil deed, Seungmin lets you go and flops onto his back.   You roll over to glare at him, trying to ignore the lingering thump in your pussy.  It feels like a heartbeat skipping beats, erratic when Seungmin smiles and puts his wet fingers in his mouth to suck.  He makes a dramatic mmmmm sound, then sticks out his tongue at you. 

“You’re mean,” you say. 

“I’m telling Chan you came,” he says, reaching for his phone on the bedside table. 

Your heart is really skipping beats now.  You climb on top of him and try to get there first.  He beats you to it and holds you back, cackling his mischievous little ha-ha as he opens it up.   His phone background is a picture of the three of you on holiday, crammed together and giggling in a hammock, and the cuteness is at serious odds with his wickedness. 

“Seungmin, don’t!” you say, trying to swipe at his phone.  “That’s not fair, I didn’t even wanna!”

“Liar,” he says.  He closes his phone and looks at you with a smirk.  “I won’t tell him but you have to do what I want.” 

“What do you want?” you ask, regarding him with scrutiny.   Last time he said that, he came inside you without Chan’s permission and earned you both two weeks of edging and denial as punishment.  Seungmin insisted it was your fault, that he was going to pull out when you wrapped around him, so Chan punished you both ‘to be fair.’   Seungmin always gets away with roping you into his punishments because you don’t argue with Chan, so you eye him warily now. 

He swipes his bangs out of his face and looks down his own body.  You follow his gaze, stopping on the obvious bulge in his boxers.  You look at him and he pokes his tongue into his cheek.   

“Fine,” you say, playfully petulant.  “Just this once.  You better keep my secret.”

He mimes zipping his lips shut. 

You crawl down to fit between his thighs as he spreads them, making room.  He grabs his glasses off the bedside table and pops them on, then he opens his phone again. 

“Let’s make a video for Chan,” he says.

“Seungmin,” you say, glaring at the camera then up at him.  “He won’t like us fooling around.” 

“He will,” Seungmin says, smiling down at his phone.  “You look pretty, crybaby.  Now go.” 

You glare at him one more time then move down, tugging his boxers off his hips.  He is already hard, twitching in your hand before your lips graze the head.  You look up at the camera as you lick and suck, closing your eyes when diving down the length of him.  He puts his free hand in your hair and guides you, tells you to slow down, makes you drool on it before he snaps his hips up.   You take it with practiced skill, but you can’t help the way your eyes water, living up to Seungmin’s mean nickname for you. 

“Hold still,” he says, lifting your head. 

You think he must be close, that he is stopping you before he comes, but you look up and see he is still filming.  He smiles, his free hand jumping from your hair to his dick.  It only take a few swift strokes before he’s coming all over the side of your face.  He swipes his fingers in it and shoves them in your mouth before you can get mad at him, not for the mess but simply because he came when he knows it’s against the rules. 

You say his name, though it comes out garbled around his fingers.  He rubs his fingers over your tongue as if fucking your mouth, then he gives another ha-ha before he finally stops filming.  His fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop and he swings away.  He tugs up his boxers as he gets out of bed. 

“Seungmin!” you say, wiping your face on the hem of your shirt.  You leap out of bed to grab his phone only for him to sprint into the next room.  “Seungmin!” you say again, running after him.  “You can’t send that!  You’re gonna get us in trouble!” 

“Why would I get in trouble?” he asks, typing away at his phone from behind the kitchen counter.  “You were the one with my dick in your mouth.”

You chase him around the kitchen island until you are both giggling.  He spins around and catches you unexpectedly, playfully roaring in your face with a weak little raaawr.  He pretends to bite your neck while you giggle and push at him. 

“You won’t be so funny when he gets home,” you say, to which he just repeats what you said in a mocking tone.   You smack the top of his head as he directs you to the living room couch.  “You’re such a bully.  You promised not to tell.”

“And I didn’t,” he says, kissing your neck lightly then sucking a hard kiss under your jaw.  “If you don’t tell him what you did, he won’t know.”  He looks at you, that mischievous grin back on his face.  “Unless you feel guilty and tell him.”   

You pout, making him laugh. 

“I’m so nice all the time,” you say with a melodramatic flourish, waving your hand.  “I don’t know why you’re so mean to me.”

“I’m nice,” Seungmin says.  “See, your shirt’s dirty, let me help.” 

You playfully wrestle when he tries to lift your shirt off.  You let him win, squeaking then jumping onto the couch where he chases you.  He climbs on top of you and starts kissing you, messy wet licks into your mouth then down your neck and chest.  You clench your thighs around him but he wriggles his shoulders between your legs, smiling at you.  You barely pretend to fight when he tugs your shorts down, then his glasses go crooked and his mouth is on your pussy through your underwear. 

You whine his name and rake your fingers through his hair.   He tugs the fabric out of his way and licks up your still wet pussy, being as messy as possible. 

“Tsk, tsk,” he says, surfacing for a second.   His glasses are still askew and his face is wet.  He smiles dreamily at your pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down.  “What if Chan got home right now,” he slips his fingers inside you, “and saw you like this?”  He sighs as if disappointed, casually fixing his glasses with one hand and fucking you with the other one.  “He’d be so mad.” 

“He’s at work,” you say, eyes closed. 

“Is he?” Seungmin asks.  “I think he’s outside the door.”

Your breath catches and you look at the door.  Seungmin has no way of knowing if that’s true but you gasp anyway, legs closing around his hand.  He pushes them apart, then gets up on his knees for better leverage. 

“Seungmin,” you say, grabbing his arm but not stopping him.  His fingers are curling inside you, rubbing against a tender spot that has your vision swimming.  “Ohh, Seungmin, please—”

“Ohh, Seungmin, please,” he mimics.  “You’re not coming, are you, crybaby?”

You shake your head, making a show of sniffling and looking at him with purposefully teary eyes.  He rolls his thumb back and forth over your clit.

“The doorknob is turning,” Seungmin says.  “He’s gonna see you.” 

“No, I’m not—”

“He’s walking inside—”

You come with a cry, tossing your head back and squeezing his fingers between your legs.   Chan is not actually home and Seungmin is just a menace, but that menace does cover you in kisses when you are done coming all over his hand. 

You lay on the couch for a bit, feeling each other up and kissing, then Seungmin leans back to grin at you.

“Two for you, one for me,” he says.  “I’m doing better than you.”

You swat at him.

You eventually start the day for real, going about your usual weekend routine.  Chan never answers Seungmin’s video text, but Seungmin shows you that he definitely saw it.  The little READ subscript reveals he watched it only seconds after getting it. 

You are reading a book in the afternoon when Seungmin gets back from a walk.  He kicks off his shoes and joins you on the couch.  You try to ignore how distractingly handsome he looks with his hair pushed back, casual but sexy in denim.  You can tell he wants to mess around so you pointedly ignore him and turn the page of your book. 

He tugs on the sleeve of your shirt then rests his head on your shoulder. 

“What,” you say in a dry voice. 

“It’s getting late,” Seungmin says.  “Chan still hasn’t answered us.”   

“Hm.”  You turn another page despite not retaining anything.  “So?”

“So.”  He touches your chin and turns your face to his.  “We should make another video.” 

“No, we shouldn’t,” you say, closing your book.  “You’re just gonna do something you’re not supposed to again.”

“What, me?” he says.  He flicks some hair out of his eyes and laughs.  “I don’t think so.” 

“I do.  You’re evil and you’re not dragging me down with you.” 

“Really?”

“Yes.  And nothing you say can change my mind.”

A few minutes later, you are curled over the arm of the couch, clutching a cushion while Seungmin fucks you from behind and films it.  He’s down to just his open jeans, the denim rough against your skin when he pulls you onto him again and again. 

“Mmmf,” is the noise you make, groaning into the cushion.  “You better not come again.”

“Worry,” he says, panting, “about,” he slows down a little, “yourself.”  He takes another breath and speeds up again. 

“I’m at no risk of—” Your overconfident proclamation is interrupted when Seungmin expertly circles your throat and yanks you up.  You whine and claw at him but he roughly manoeuvres you onto your back. 

“Hi baby,” he says with a sarcastic little wave, phone camera pointed down at your scowling face.  He frowns with exaggeration.  “You gonna cry again?”

“No.”  You try to kick him, pushing at his chest with your foot.  He just scoops that leg onto his shoulder and presses himself back inside you.  “This was Seungmin’s idea, daddy,” you say, covering your face with your hands.  “I was being good, I promise.” 

Seungmin just mimics your voice and grinds into you.  One hand holds the phone and the other slips down.  His thumb rubs softly and simply over your clit until you are whimpering again.    

“That’s not fair,” you say with a little hiccup.   

“Should be easy for you,” Seungmin says.  “Chan’s good little girl, right?” 

“Ugh, shut uuup, you’re the worst—”

“The rest of you would disagree, good girl,” he says.  He tips his head, looking at the phone, so you can only assume he is zooming in on your pussy gushing around his cock as he rocks in and out.  “Uh oh,” he says when you squeeze him inside you.  He knows your body well by now, having wrung countless orgasms out of you, so he is grinning before you even start coming.  “Three, two, one…!  Ha-ha.”      

You make a shaky, shuddery sound as you come, barely recovered before his hand is around your throat and he is fucking you in chase of his own completion.   There’s no point in even pretending to protest.  You just sigh and reach down, holding your thighs open as he moans and groans for show, coming inside you.   He takes his time filming it after, sweeping his fingers around to show Chan the mess he made.   He must turn the camera to selfie mode because he starts smiling his mean, puppyish grin into the screen. 

“See you later, old man,” Seungmin says.  “If you can even get it up after working all day.” 

He stops filming and laughs you when you frown at him. 

“Do you have to make it even worse?” you ask. 

“Yes.  Don’t ask stupid questions.”  He swoops down and kisses your forehead.  “Come on, crybaby, let’s have a shower.  Unless you want to be full of cum when he gets home—”

“Hmmph!”  You give him a indignant pout, but you get up when he helps you. 

You share the shower.  You keep pretending to be mad at him, only giggling a little when he touches a few ticklish spots.  He knows they are ticklish so he is just being mean, but he does compensate with little kisses over your back and shoulders.  

He stands behind you, kissing down your neck as you tip your head, the hot water rushing down your front.  Your eyes are closed against the spray but also from pleasure, smiling to yourself as he nips at your skin then licks over the bite. 

“No marks,” you say without much verve.  “You know that’s another rule.”

“That’s okay,” he says, smirking into your shoulder.  His hand starts to slide down the front of your body.  “You’ve already broken the rules, so…”

“Seungmin,” you say, your scolding tone contradictory to the way you rock your ass against his growing hard-on.   You giggle, holding onto his wrist but not stopping his descent.  “We shouldn’t,” you say. 

“He’s right,” comes a voice from the doorway. “You already broke the rules anyway, didn’t you?”

Your eyes fly open.  You look through the glass wall of the shower to see Chan leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed.  He is still dressed for the office, suit and tie, though he is already barefoot.  His dark hair is neatly styled, his eyes darkly lined, a diamond stud on his nose and his ears.   He lifts his eyebrows and tips his head, the expression more than a little condescending. 

“Whoops,” Seungmin says with a laugh. 

Chan exhales, unsmiling. 

You turn the water off and slide the glass door open.   The shower is a big, roomy space with two showerheads, leaving Seungmin plenty of room to step back.  He rolls his eyes and somehow manages to look belligerent despite his nudity.  You are a far more repentant sight with your watery eyes and pouty lips, naked and damp and innocent as can be. 

“I’m so, so, so sorry, sir, daddy, sir,” you say, shaking your head.  “I tried to make him stop but he wouldn’t listen.  You believe me, right?” 

Chan doesn’t say anything.  He just looks at you with the vaguest hint of amusement in his eyes.  Then he looks away with a sigh, unbuttoning his blazer.   He shakes his head as he peels it off and approaches the shower. 

“I don’t know what to believe, baby girl,” he says.  The blazer hits the floor and he loosens his tie next.  “Ya know I had to leave work early because of this?” he says.  He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows then his gentle hand reaches out to cup your chin.

You shiver from the coolness of the room, from his touch, from his gaze.  You do not dare look away from his eyes, not even to see Seungmin’s face.  You do not doubt he is just frowning and rolling his eyes anyway. 

Chan presses his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth dutifully.  He rests it on your tongue.   

“I don’t have a lot of rules, yeah?”  Chan says.  “Don’t you think I’m fair?”  

“Mhm,” you say, nodding, lips pursed around his thumb. 

“Did you not understand the rules?” he asks.  “You’re not stupid, baby. I’d find that hard to believe.”

You don’t answer, knowing you are guilty and there is little to say in your defence.  Chan just sighs and slips his thumb out of your mouth.  He cups your cheek and lovingly strokes it. 

“You know I’m disappointed, don’t you, baby?” he says.  “How many times did you break the rules today?”

“I’m sorry!” you say in a rush.  “Seungmin really did start it, though.  I was just in bed and he made me—”

“How many times?”    

“Five,” you say, sniffling.  “Three for me, two for Seungmin.  It really was his fault, though, you know I would never—”

“I know what he’s like, baby,” Chan says. He is speaking in an easy, calm voice as he draws his fingers down your chin, your neck, the middle of your chest until he has a breast cupped in his hand.  You try to keep a neutral expression when he rubs his thumb over its peak.  “But you know you’re responsible for yourself, yeah?”

He lets go and reaches past you to turn on the water.  It is a light, warm spray that makes you jump with surprise.  He surprises you again by stepping into the shower almost completely dressed.  He backs you into the wall as the water runs over his white dress shirt, turning it translucent. 

Seungmin finally scoffs, the sound mixed with a laugh. 

“You’re getting your clothes wet, weirdo,” he says. 

Chan’s gentle expression hardens.  You jump when his hand shoots out, grabbing Seungmin roughly by the throat.  Seungmin grabs onto his wrist, clearly surprised given the way his breath catches.  He tries to hide it with a grin, lifting his eyebrows when Chan looks at him.

“I’ll deal with you in a minute, Seungmin,” he says.  He chokes a little gasp out of him then lets go, looking at you again.  “Come here, baby,” he says softly.  “You know what I have to do.” 

You know he means a punishment, but you don’t know which one.  Chan is tantalizingly unpredictable in that regard. 

You nod, stepping where he gestures, under the showerhead but just behind the spray so none of the water hits you.  You shiver again, your nipples hard and skin breaking into goosebumps.  You meet Seungmin’s eye over Chan’s shoulder, Seungmin looking at you with gleeful anticipation even while rubbing his throat.  From where he is standing, he must also feel the chill, the same prickling awareness of his skin, the air like a constant kiss all over your body.      

The water hits Chan on the shoulder, running down his chest and side.  His shirt is sticking to him, drawing your eye to the ridges of muscle down his abdomen.  He taps your chin to lift your gaze, keeping your eyes locked while he undoes his tie and whips it off. 

“Open,” he says.  

You part your lips and he puts the tie in your mouth, wrapping the rest around your head.  He reaches behind you and secures it with a knot.   He taps your side, confirming the usual mute communication for when your mouth is covered.  You nod and he smiles, tapping your cheek approvingly. 

He reaches for his belt next, looking you over with heady eyes.  You shiver at the clink of metal and whistle of leather.

“Hands,” he says. 

You offer them and wait as he ties his belt in neat loops around your wrists.  Your heart leaps when he yanks your bound hands up above your head and hooks the belt over the neck of the showerhead.  He slides it backwards, making you follow until your back is flat to the cold wall.  You make a startled, pained noise into the gag, flush with the sudden cold.  The temperature shock is a stark contrast to the heat spreading between your thighs.  You can do little relieve the ache, balanced on the front of your feet.   

“That’s a good girl,” Chan says with one last parting look, dimples sweetly smiling at your predicament.  Then he sighs, slicking back his now damp hair.  Maybe his make-up is just turning smoky with the heat, but you swear his eyes literally darken when he turns to face a grinning Seungmin.  “Now.  You.” 

You might prefer Chan’s gentle daddy dominance more than anything else, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like watching his mean sir routine when it comes to Seungmin.  Because Seungmin does not like it gentle.   You live vicariously through the thrills of their rougher play. 

It never disappoints.  You mewl like a surprised kitten when Chan backhands Seungmin, catching him before he can stumble.  Even his catch is rough, a hand over his mouth and his other arm hooked around his neck.  He presses Seungmin into the glass wall, his cheek flat to the cool surface.  You feel a shiver of empathy. 

“You think you’re smart, don’t you?” Chan asks.

There is a moment of quiet as Seungmin clearly contemplates surrendering or continuing.   Then he nods.  Chan’s laugh is breathy, his gaze turned upward in exasperation. 

He releases his mouth and swings his hand down on Seungmin’s backside.  You never imagined being so jealous of a spanking, but you are starting to feel like you got the worse punishment after all.  You are forced to merely watch as Seungmin squirms in Chan’s firm grip.  You are certain those marks will bruise, darkening alongside some older ones still purpling his skin. 

After a thorough spanking, Chan turns him around.  Seungmin thuds onto his knees when forced down.  Chan places him where the water can reach and Seungmin stretches upright on his knees, trying to escape where pebbles of water hit his smarting skin.  Chan smacks him and it splits Seungmin’s attention, on his cheek and his backside at once. 

You thought Seungmin was mean for lightly finger-fucking your mouth earlier, but that favour gets more than repaid.  Chan shoves two fingers far enough into Seungmin’s mouth that he chokes, attention fracturing yet again as he haphazardly grabs the offending hand by the wrist.  

Chan tugs his fingers free, a trail of spit connecting them to Seungmin’s open mouth. 

Seungmin blinks his dizzy dark eyes upward.  Chan gazes back, cool and unbothered, while unbuttoning his pants.  Seungmin looks ready to speak but Chan just shakes his head.   

“Don’t,” he says, grabbing Seungmin by the jaw and tugging him close.  “Just don’t.” 

Seungmin is so funny, calling you a crybaby only to get all dribbly from a little face-fucking.  It’s hot, though, and Seungmin is fully hard now.  His hands are on Chan’s clothed thighs, functionally so he can tap out, but doubly affecting in how he can’t touch himself because of it.  You think you can see his mental space shift in real time, going from petulant brat to something else, something content and quiet and physical.  

He gasps and leaves his mouth hanging open when Chan pulls out.  He flinches when Chan taps his cheek.   Chan just smiles. 

“That’s better,” he says.  He reaches out and snaps off the water.  It makes Seungmin shiver and you follow in sympathy.   “Come on,” Chan says, kicking at him lightly.  “Get up.  This way.” 

Seungmin stumbles when Chan grabs his bicep and yanks.   You whimper with jealousy when Chan kisses him, a filthy hot kiss that makes you tingle from head to toe.  Fortunately, you do not have to suffer much longer.  Chan manhandles Seungmin until he is facing you.  The mischief has been replaced with hazy desire, his eyes watery and mouth so pink and raw. 

“On your knees,” Chan says, pushing at Seungmin’s shoulder. 

Seungmin takes in a shaky breath but nods, getting back down on his knees in front of you.  Chan grabs his hair and yanks his head back, looking down at him. 

“You forgetting something?” Chan asks. 

“Sorry, sir,” Seungmin says.  “Yes, sir.”

Satisfied, Chan lets him go.   He helps guide your leg over Seungmin’s shoulder, cooing sweet nothings at you when you make a startled sound because he lifts the other leg too.  It raises you completely off the ground, both legs over Seungmin’s shoulders, weight partially supported by Chan and partially by the shower.   You are completely suspended, simply sitting pretty while Seungmin eats you out. 

Of course, Chan doesn’t let you finish.  He tells Seungmin to stop and start a few more times before he finally lets you down.   Your feet touch the ground again, though you rest your weight on the wall, your legs shaking. 

Chan sweeps Seungmin’s hair out of his face and tips his head back. 

“You have something to say now?”  Chan asks. 

“No, sir,” Seungmin replies, his voice rough. 

“You gonna listen to me?”  Chan asks, to which Seungmin nods.  “Good.  Then get up and do what I say.  You ready?” 

Seungmin’s job is a step ahead of yours.  Chan is still helping you out of the shower by the time Seungmin reaches the bedroom.  You sit perched on the counter, towelling yourself dry while Chan strips out of his wet clothes.  You are about to step down when Chan scoops you up.  You suppose you have lost the privilege to run ahead at will, just in case you get any funny ideas, but you don’t mind if Chan is holding you.  You cling onto him, legs and arms wrapped around him as he carries you into the bedroom where Seungmin is waiting. 

Chan lays you out beside him and waves a hand, giving Seungmin permission to kiss you.   Seungmin eagerly sprawls on top of you, kissing and licking and moaning while Chan gets up behind him. 

Your punishments appear to be contrary, you unfucked and untouched thanks to your several stolen orgasms, and Seungmin the overwhelmed subject thanks to his provocations.   It’s him Chan fucks now, you laying under him, kissing his face as he grunts and groans and whines.  Your shared kisses are breathy, gasping things. 

You twitch and buck with wanting, feeling emptier than you ever have, while Seungmin digs his fingers into the bedspread, rocking against you while Chan rocks into him.   

Seungmin comes first for once, helped along by your hands desperately seeking more, more, more.  He comes all over you, dropping his face into the crook of your neck.  Chan pulls out and finishes with a few strokes of his own hand, coming on that bruised and purple backside. 

Fucking you both is one thing, but Chan’s work is truly cut out for him in the aftermath.  But your loving boyfriend never falters, doing everythign to ensure you are both settled and soothed.  Some days you return the favour, lovingly doting on your careful dominant, but today is a day he massages and kisses and takes care of you both.  

You take care of Seungmin too, kissing his face.  He is sandwiched between you and Chan, letting you both love up on him until his character comes back to him, then he starts thrashing around with playful dramatics.   Chan giggles in that silly way of his and wraps him up, covering his shoulders with kisses while Seungmin glares at you like a disgruntled puppy.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you tease, giving him a little kiss.  “This was all your fault anyway.  I’m a good girl.”

Seungmin grins at that.  Chan just shakes his head, but smiles deeply.  He wraps an arm around you both, pulling you close.  Seungmin, trapped in the middle, whines and groans, but he doesn’t stop smiling the whole time.    

toeing the line. | bang chan

ᦈ pairing — bang chan x reader

ᦈ tags — alternate universe - wolves, making out, best friends to lovers, jealousy, misunderstanding, insecurity, 00z are children, no seriously they're little kids

ᦈ word count — 6.9k

listen. i drafted this FEBRUARY 2021 and was honestly considering scrapping it but then WOLFGANG came out and then the WOLFGANG STAGE happened and then CHAN HAD HIS TITS OUT ON NATIONAL TV and well. who was i to say no to that.

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Being in charge of caring for four kids was the norm for you every week, so you probably should have gotten used to it already.

However, four kids— four lycan kids, mind you— was still too much for one person to handle, especially when the said kids have too much energy and are unaware of their own strength. 

It’s why you wince when you hear a loud wail behind you, fingers freezing from where you were carding your hands through Seungmin’s hair.

Please don’t let there be a broken bone please don’t let there be a broken bone— you send a quick, silent prayer above, taking a deep breath before you turn around and survey the situation.

You’re met with a teary Hyunjin on the ground, Jisung standing next to him with wide, guilty eyes. Felix was behind them, waist-deep in a mud puddle. After hurriedly scanning over the three, you finally relax when you don’t see any injuries that need immediate medical attention.

“Okay. Who’s going to tell me what happened?”

When Hyunjin just hiccups and Jisung avoids your gaze, you turn to Felix, who gulps.

“Um…” he starts, nervous, but he gains confidence when you smile at him reassuringly. “Jisung and I wanted Hyunjinnie to play in the mud, but Hyunjin wasn’t coming, and um. Jisung pulled Hyunjin and Hyunjin fell.”

“I was going to play!” Hyunjin shouts, and at the same time Jisung protests, “I didn’t pull him!”

Oh, dear. You sigh, gesturing over to Hyunjin. “Hyune, you first, okay? And don’t rub your eyes, baby. Your hands are dirty.”

Hyunjin sniffles, obediently putting his hands on his lap before he starts. “I was- I was going to play! But I didn’t want to get this dirty!” Hyunjin holds a hand up, showcasing a bracelet that you know was a gift from Jisung. “I was going to give it to you so you could keep it safe but- but-“ he hiccups again, peeking at Jisung who was starting to get teary too.

You hurriedly move closer, hoping Hyunjin held in his tears, because once he started crying Jisung would start crying too, and then it’d be a domino effect on the other two. You cup Hyunjin’s cheek.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” You ask, to which Hyunjin shakes his head. “That’s good. Jisung?”

Jisung stiffens at the call of his name, but comes closer when you hold a hand out to him. He places his small hand in the middle of your palm, and you squeeze gently.

“I didn’t mean to Y/N…” Jisung whispers, staring sadly down at Hyunjin’s now muddy bracelet. “Wanted to play… I pulled him cause I thought he didn’t hear but Jisung didn’t- I didn’t want to hurt Hyunjinie…”

You soften immediately, squeezing Jisung’s hand again in reassurance that you weren’t mad. Hyunjin perks up too, but you could see he was still hesitant in reaching out to his friend. 

“Alright. So Hyunjin, you wanted to play, but you had to leave for a bit so you could give me your bracelet so it doesn’t get dirty, right? Did you tell Jisung that?” Hyunjin pauses then shakes his head minutely. “Ah, so Jisung thought you didn’t hear, so he pulled you, but you couldn’t control how hard you pulled, huh?”

You turn to Jisung then, who nodded rapidly, making your lips quirk. You press a kiss to the back of Jisung’s hand, as well as a kiss to Hyunjin’s forehead. 

“So let’s take this as a lesson to always be aware of our strengths, hm? Remember what Channie said?”

At the sound of Chan’s name, the two perk up, eyes bright. You giggle. “Our bodies are different. If we aren’t careful, we could hurt each other, and others too— like humans. Jisung, try to call out first before you grab someone, okay? And Hyunjin, you have to tell people if you’re going to do something, hm? Is that good? Are we okay now?”

Nodding, Jisung squeezes your hand tighter and Hyunjin leans into your touch. You catch Felix’s eyes over Jisung’s shoulder, and you bite back a laugh when you see him teary-eyed too.

“So now, what do you say, pup?” You give Jisung a pointed glance, to which he still shrinks guiltily.

“Sorry, Hyunjinnie... Jisungie’s sorry.” Jisung mumbles, hand coming up to presumably brush the dirt away from Hyunjin’s face. What ends up happening, however, is he smears even more dirt, seeing as his hands were still full of mud.

Hyunjin, bless his heart, doesn’t seem to mind the mud bath. Instead he accepts Jisung’s pets, nodding along to his apologies and smiling. “S’okay, Sungie. I’m okay. Sorry for not telling you.”

“Good boys. Now I’ll take this—“ you unclasp the bracelet from Hyunjin’s wrist, holding it in your hand securely. “— and we’ll wash it later, okay? So you don’t have to worry while you play.”

Hyunjin and Jisung brighten at that. Felix, positively beaming about the reconciliation, finally jumps out of the mud and screams, “Group hug!”

Your eyes widen when Felix’s gaze locks on to a clean Seungmin, who was sitting at a safe distance— away from the mud, but still close enough to hear the conversation. Seungmin stiffens when he and Felix meet eyes.

You squeak a, “Felix, no-“ 

But it was too late; a muddy Felix dives straight onto an already complaining Seungmin, immediately followed by a gasping Hyunjin and a screaming Jisung. They dive on top of Seungmin and Felix, the four rolling around until they fall into another mud puddle. You panic, rushing over to save Seungmin, but when you look close, the youngest is now busy laughing from the mud he had smeared on Felix’s lips. 

You wince again at how dirty they all were now, but you can’t deny the tugging at your heartstrings from the sound of their happy shrieking and laughter.

It’s at that moment that you catch a familiar scent, and your heart rate picks up. 

Not a second later, Chan walks out of the woods, all unbuttoned pants and sweaty, chiseled bare chest on display, and your mouth is suddenly running drier than the Sahara desert. 

Raising an eyebrow at the wrestling pups, he meets your eyes with an amused grin. “You know, when I heard you were bathing them today, I didn’t quite get the memo that it was going to be in mud.”

At the sound of his voice, the pups freeze. They stay in their position even as they turn their heads, eyes wide as if they weren’t sure that Chan was really there. 

But then Chan holds his arms out with a knowing smile, and all four immediately scramble up from their dog pile, running to Chan’s arms with excited squeals.

Chan falters when Seungmin jumps up on his back and lifts himself up to sit on Chan’s shoulders, but rights himself quick enough to carry Felix in his arms, Jisung hanging off the other one. Hyunjin latches on to one of Chan’s legs, giggling when he starts walking.

Chan trudges over to you with four hyperactive kids hanging off his body, all while getting smeared in mud. Seungmin’s taken to making a quiff in Chan’s hair with the mud that was still on his hands, and Hyunjin’s finally got his face clean by wiping it against Chan’s ruined jeans.

You grimace at the mess, but watch fondly as Felix and Jisung smush their cheeks against Chan’s own at the same time, forming some weirdly cute baby mud sandwich. Chan notices your grimace soon enough, and with an evil smile he holds his arms out to you too, making you narrow your eyes.

“Absolutely not, no, don’t, Chan- you’re sweaty and gross and they’re muddy and gross-“

Your protests get muffled when Chan doesn’t listen and shuffles even closer anyway, the kids squealing in excitement when they realize what he’s trying to do. Jisung straight up leaps out of Chan’s arms and into yours, making you catch him out of reflex. Jisung cheers, moving around until he’s latched onto your back instead of your front.

You were helpless to Hyunjin’s waiting, outstretched, muddy arms at that point, especially when he was pouting up at you. So with a sigh, you lean down to carry Hyunjin in your arms, careful not to jostle Jisung who was now hanging off your back.

You glare at Chan as Jisung locks his muddy legs around your waist, but all you get is a cheeky grin in return, dimples popping out in his mud smeared cheeks as he high-fives a giggling Seungmin and Felix.

“Now... I think it’s time we all went for a proper bath, no?”

You and Chan carry the four devils all the way to the river, greeting and bowing at the pack members that pass by. They coo at you and Chan, and you hope there’s enough mud smeared on your face to hide the blush that comes when you hear the words cute together and make a good family. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if Chan had heard it as well, considering his impeccable hearing. But he shows no signs, busy convincing Seungmin to give him another hairstyle. You swallow and shift Hyunjin in your arms.

There’s more roughhousing when you get to the river, and the kids thankfully manage to wiggle out of their clothes before they splashed around in their naked glory. Chan goes to stand against the current, hands ready to catch in the off chance that one of the kids gets swept away by the running water. 

It takes you a bit of goading to convince the kids to start cleaning their bodies, but you manage to make a game of it soon enough: where the “hero” has to be soapy and clean before they can approach and defeat the mud monster Chan. 

It works wonders, and soon you have four excited boys lining up to get some shampoo and soap. They chatter excitedly as they bathe, already coming up with strategies to defeat the monster. 

You watch them fondly from your perch on the rocks, but your eyes, traitors as they were, soon stray to Chan.

Chan was seated now, legs bent with arms resting on his knees. Since you were in the shallow part of the river, he was seated comfortably. The water only came up to his calves, but he must have dunked in the water at some point, because there were droplets of water dripping down his head and chest, hair falling over his eyes. 

Your breath hitches as Chan’s body glistened due to the water and morning sun. He was watching the boys too—look on his face as fond as yours— but he must have felt your gaze, because he looks up, meets your eyes, and grins handsomely.

With a thundering heart in your chest, you look away.

You eventually finish bathing the kids, you and Chan giving each other time to wash yourselves as well. Chan’s ears are tinged pink when you get back from changing your clothes, the kids giggling at his side as he shushes them. 

You raise an eyebrow, but your curiosity is brushed off when Chan urges everybody to get a move on for nap time.

“You did a good job wrangling those two today.” 

At your blink, Chan gestures over to Hyunjin and Jisung walking in front of you, who were carrying Seungmin and Felix on their backs respectively. You squawk.

“You were listening?!”

Chan grins. “I was on my way back and already near when I heard Hyunjin. Got me to triple my pace. But you clearly had it handled, so I didn’t interrupt.” He smiles again, softer this time. “You did well.”

You flush, avoiding Chan’s eyes as you punch his shoulder gently. “Asshole. You could have explained it better than I did.”

“It’s you. You will always explain it better than I ever will.” Chan snorts, turning your face back to him with a lone finger under your chin. Your breath hitches.  “And they listen to you better. As you can clearly see.”

Chan gestures upwards, and a laugh bubbles out your chest when you see the final hairstyle Seungmin had managed to create during their scuffle earlier. You open your mouth to tease him about it, but then a booming voice interrupts before you could.

“Chan,” an elder calls, and you both stiffen. “We need to talk.”

You see Chan’s jaw clenching when you both bow to the elder, but when you straighten, he’s smiling.

“I’ll be just a moment. We have to put the kids to sl-“

“I’m sure Y/N can handle it. It’s her job.” The elder turns to you, an eyebrow raised, and you bite back a sneer. “Is it not?”

“It is.” You still smile, bowing politely once again before you turn to Chan. You know he’s about to apologize when he opens his mouth, so you cut him off with a shake of your head. “It’s okay. I can handle those four. They’ll be sad you didn’t say goodbye, but I’ll make sure to tell them you’re on your super-secret pack leader duties, okay?”

Chan’s lips twitch at that, but you see the forlorn look in his eyes when he turns to look at the kids, who were wrestling each other again a few paces away. They know never to interrupt when the “grown-ups” are having a conversation but had stopped to wait for you and Chan when they noticed you weren’t following anymore.

Chan huffs quietly. “Kiss each of them goodnight for me, okay?”

“They don’t do that anymore. They’re big boys now.” You scrunch your nose, and Chan laughs. “I’ll tuck them in though. It’s enough that you got to play with them a bit today. You’re their favourite hyung, they’ll understand.”

“I know,” Chan sighs. “And I miss them and I do want to play with them for the whole day-“

“Chan.” The elder calls again, voice clipped, and you do your best to hold back a glare. 

“Go.” You whisper, shoving Chan towards the elder gently. He doesn’t budge. “Lest the kids come and see you leave. They’ll cry, and I know you don’t want to see them cry. Don’t worry, okay? Go.”

“I’m going.” Chan grumbles like a child, making you snort.

You squeeze his forearm in lieu of a goodbye, already turning away, but then Chan suddenly surges forward— way too close to your face, nose nudging against yours— then he hesitates and stops just a breath width away from you.

“Um-“

“You…” He clears his throat. “You still have mud on your cheek.” Chan chastises quietly, and your neck burns hot as he uses his thumb to presumably brush the dirt away. 

Chan’s eyes flit somewhere else too, but you’re too wound up to notice where.

“Thanks.” You exhale, shaky, and Chan sends you one last charming smile before he goes. 

You fan yourself once his back is turned, rubbing your probably bright red ears between your fingers. Jesus. Though your attraction to Chan wasn’t exactly a secret to you, it’s been somehow more apparent lately, especially when Chan did shit like… that.

But you and Chan were always close. You had both toed the line of being best friends and something more when you grew past your teens, when you both presented and your childhood friend and the idiot who followed you around everywhere started to look devastatingly handsome and more confident in the way he carried himself. 

And as time passed Chan was always there, never a step too far from you. A simple infatuation had then turned into a giant crush, and then suddenly Chan was starting to look like someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

It didn’t help that there was a spark of hope that you felt the same every time he looked at you a little too long, when he goes out of his way to bring you back gifts from a hunt or to help you with your duties despite his busy schedule. 

There’s a maybe here, a what if there, but—

You jerk, grimacing. Stop it, you think. Now’s not the time.

“Y/N, Felix is-” Seungmin stops short in front of you, eyes searching, and you bite back a wince. “Oh… where did Chan hyung go?”

You had four lycan kids to appease, now that their favorite hyung is gone.

Your feet pad against the forest floor as you walk along the edge of the clearing, on the way to your designated guarding spot. 

The kids finally fell asleep after a bunch of promises and reassurances that Chan would spend time with them again soon, but it still hurt your heart to see them pout as they slept. It really had been a while since Chan had hung out with them, a big change from before when you all hung out together every day.

But considering his duties as the future pack leader, there was nothing else you could do.

You sigh, sniffing around for a place to settle down for a quick doze as you wait for Changbin so you could start your patrol, but that plan gets thrown out the window when an unfamiliar scent invades your nostrils. 

You jump, on guard and teeth bared already, but the person that comes out from behind the bushes isn’t who you expect.

“I was wearing blockers.” Yoon Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, stalking closer with his hands in his pockets. “Your sense of smell is impressive.”

You stop growling, but you don’t let your guard down as Jeonghan comes closer and brazenly sits close to you. He sends you a charming smile, patting the space next to him. You don’t move.

Jeonghan was one of the neighboring pack’s alphas, and a pretty well-known one at that. Most wolves in your own pack had all gushed about him when he and his pack visited for the monthly get-together— a tradition started to maintain peace among communities. 

You hadn’t been there for the meeting, choosing instead to play with the kids in the courtyard. You had met eyes with Jeonghan on his way out though, but you don’t have an inkling as to why he would be here, alone at that.

“I’m not here for a fight.” Jeonghan smiles softly, “I just want to talk. I was denied something that simple by the great Bang Chan, but now that he’s occupied, I really would like to take this chance to talk to you. I promise you can bite my head off if I do something you don’t like.”

Narrowing your eyes, you assess him for a moment. Jeonghan was known to be a sly charmer, but you couldn’t trace a single amount of hostility in him right now. Changbin was on his way, and Jeonghan was in your territory. Any blood spilled right now would be blamed on him for trespassing. 

So you huff, eyes narrowing. “Why are you here alone?”

“I’m not alone.” Jeonghan replies. “My elders are meeting with yours right now. I wanted to talk to you, so I asked where you were, and your elders told me you’ve gone to patrol. So I came here, but I understand why you’re wary. I thought you were patrolling with Changbinnie?”

“He’s running a little late.” You reply, eye twitching. Of all times. “You know each other?”

“I used to train him.” Jeonghan snickers, and you blink in surprise. “Really. Ask him about it. He used to be very scrawny.”

You make a mental note of that but still shift uncomfortably. Jeonghan isn’t trespassing, he and his pack were here on business. But… “I still don’t understand why you’re here, though. What did you want to talk about with me?”

Jeonghan laughs, uncharacteristically shy, making you tilt your head in confusion. He’s just opening his mouth again to speak but then a strong familiar cedarwood scent fills the air around you almost violently, and you and Jeonghan both freeze.

Then, a vicious, feral howl.

“Chan?” You whisper, confused and worried at the same time. What the hell was happening? What’s got him so angry?

You turn to leave so you could find Chan, Jeonghan be damned, but then the scent ultimately becomes even stronger and suddenly there’s frantic rustling in the woods. You hold your breath.

He’s here.

Not a second later Chan comes bursting through, ruining various trees in his way. He’s enormous in his stark grey wolf form. He covers you and Jeonghan completely like this, leaving no room for escape. Jeonghan had stood up as soon as the howl was heard, eyes red, but he doesn’t shift. 

Out of instinct, you go to grab for Jeonghan. He wasn’t part of your pack, and if Chan was feral in his wolf form, anyone who wasn't a pack member that was in your territory was immediately a threat. Jeonghan wasn’t trespassing. His pack was here on business. You couldn’t have a member from another pack get hurt, especially by Chan of all people, who was soon to be pack leader. If you kept Jeonghan close to you, maybe Chan won’t-

A growl. Louder this time, harsher than you’ve ever heard it before. Chan jolted forward, jaws snapping, but the deep claw marks on the ground was clear that he wasn’t going to attack with his own pack member so close to the threat. But with each passing second you could see the reasoning flicker out of Chan’s eyes, like he wasn’t going to care about the consequences anymore.

You frown. Was Jeonghan that dangerous? Is he really a threat? You’ve only ever seen Chan like this around enemies— rival packs. Yours and Jeonghan’s packs were allies. And… if he really was a threat, the whole pack should have been here by now, not just Chan.

As if on cue, more rustling comes from the woods, and not a second later an out-of-breath Changbin appears, Minho right behind him.

“Chan! Fuck! There you-“ Changbin skids to a halt, trailing off once he takes a good look at the scene in front of him, “...are. Oh.”

“Y/N,” Minho calls, voice careful, “step back.”

“Are you crazy?” You hiss, gesturing to the two bristling alphas on either side of you. “The last thing we want right now is a fight!”

“Trust me.” Your mouth gapes in disbelief, but Minho barrels on. “Y/N. Let go of Jeonghan. Now.”

Chan bares his teeth at the same time your fingers tighten around Jeonghan’s wrist, and it takes you a minute, but you listen to Minho with a reluctant glare. 

You swallow. “Jeonghan, he really doesn’t mean any harm. Please, just stand down. He’s under a lot of stress right now, he normally isn’t-”

Jeonghan turns to look at you at the sound of his name, but he barely gets to move an inch before Chan is snapping his jaw, jolting forward as if to attack.

“Chan!” You feel frustration bubble up inside you when you turn to look at Changbin and Minho, both of them just stupidly staring at Chan. “Calm him down!”

“We can’t.” Changbin chokes out. Your anger falters when you see that he was genuinely scared. Even Minho was flinching back. The two were rarely ever scared of Chan. Even in his wolf form, you’ve never seen them so afraid of their friend, so this was a sight you never expected to see.

“But you can.” Minho interjects, startling you.

“What? He’s rabid right now!”

“Not to you.” Minho finally rips his gaze away from Chan and meets yours now, voice sure when he says, “It’s you, Y/N. It’s Chan.”

It’s you. Your brows furrow. “What do you-”

Chan makes a huffing noise. Jeonghan had moved behind you, claws now out. He was on the verge of shifting, but thankfully he was holding back. You try to meet eyes with Chan, but he was dead set on glaring at Jeonghan, murderous intent coming off him in waves. 

You knew the anger wasn’t directed at you, but the next time Chan jolts as if he’s going to attack, you couldn’t help but flinch. You were confused, upset, but most of all, worried. You hated seeing Chan like this, you hated not knowing what to do, you hated the fact that you don’t even know what caused this in the first place. Soon after, your eyes start to sting from the frustration. 

And suddenly, Chan finally turns to look at you. You didn’t let a tear slip, but Chan reacts as if you were bawling. As if a switch was flipped, he immediately shrinks back into himself, head bowed and whining. He was clawing at the ground as if he wanted to touch you, but couldn’t with his enormous size. 

Your mouth parts in shock. With the way Chan was trying to get your attention, it was as if he was never angry in the first place, like Jeonghan wasn’t even there. You had gotten whiplash from the sudden change of mood, unable to speak. Chan takes your silence badly, if the way he whines louder was any indication.

“Jesus Christ.” Minho mutters behind Chan. Changbin looked to be struggling between being amused or cringing. Jeonghan stood awkwardly behind you, having already taken a few steps back. 

You only snap out of your daze when Chan’s whines just increase in volume, hand reflexively darting out to pat his head. Like this, you were reminded of a young Chan, who sniffled and cried when you went to play with other kids. His whines now were so reminiscent of the younger him that you couldn’t stop your lips from quirking up.

“Hey, it’s okay. Channie, it’s okay. We’re okay.”

Chan pushes his snout against your palm, sniffing all the way up to your wrist. He continues to prod his nose on your arm up to your shoulder, and you stumble back with a surprised giggle when he reaches your neck. He stands up and rearranges himself so he’s curled around you, nose still sniffing at your hair. He completely wrapped your lower body. You had no way of moving. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to.

“We’re going to-” Changbin manages to get out, coughing awkwardly. You hadn’t noticed, but Minho was already dragging Jeonghan away by the arm. “Yeah. Chan, not cool man. Don’t do that again.”

Chan doesn’t even spare Changbin a glance, too busy nosing at the nape of your neck. You shudder at the feeling, but manage to send Changbin an apologetic smile. You catch Jeonghan’s eye as they leave, and you frown when you see him looking almost… sad?

But you don’t have the opportunity to question him, partly because you were scared that calling Jeonghan’s attention would aggravate Chan again, but also partly because you were so content wrapped up in Chan that you couldn’t even speak properly.

So as selfish as it sounded, you just watched them go. You let Chan scent you and bask in the safety and warmth his curled form brought you. 

Only when Chan stops sniffing you, you realize he’s finally calmed down, breathing evenly and slumped against your back. You let yourself enjoy the feeling of Chan so close for a few more seconds, but you and he both knew there was a conversation to be had.

So with a sigh, you wriggle in Chan’s grasp, intending to get out, but Chan just tightens around you and whines again. 

“Chan,” you groan halfheartedly. You could probably get out if you really wanted to, but god. You didn’t want to. “We need to talk.”

Chan just huffs and nuzzles your head, as if he was saying we can talk like this. You’re so tempted to just fuck it and melt in his embrace, but you’re sure your mind can’t form a thought coherent enough if you stayed like this.

“No, come on.” You wriggle again, actually pushing out this time, and Chan relents with a displeased noise. He lets you go, and you go to stand above him with your arms crossed.

“What the hell was that, huh?” You scold, but your voice tapers off into a soft sigh when Chan whimpers at the raised volume in your tone. He hides between his paws, head still bowed low.

You put on the deepest frown you could muster. Chan peeks from behind his paws. Your lips twitch, but you shake it off. You sternly point to an area behind the trees.

“Okay, up. Go shift. We need to talk properly.”

You turn away after that, knowing Chan would just try to puppy eyes his way out of shifting, and god knows you were weak to that. You hear him huff as he stands, then there’s rustling.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there just drowning in your own thoughts, thinking about what to say and where to start. But you don’t notice Chan sneak up behind you, only jolting out of your daze when he calls your name.

“Y/N.”

You blink and swivel around, and regret it almost immediately. Chan was naked. He stood in front of you in all his bare glory, no ounce of shame seen. He was clearly upset, cute pout on his lips, but that contrasted with the way his muscles bulged as his arms crossed. 

You catch yourself last minute from trailing your eyes lower. You’ve seen Chan naked since you were kids. It was normal to be naked after shifting. This wasn’t a big deal. 

So why, pray tell, were your ears burning?

You clear your throat, about to ask if you should go back to get some clothes first and talk there, but then Chan speaks up, and the words get lost on your tongue.

“Jeonghan wants to court you.”

You blink. Once. Twice. 

“What?”

Chan’s jaw clenches. “At the dispute last week. He saw you. He came back again a few days ago to ask permission to visit our pack and court you.” Teeth gritted, he mutters, “He wants to take you as his mate.”

A thought niggled at the back of your mind. The great Bang Chan denied me of that. “And you decided to reject it?”

“I didn’t reject it.” Chan says, affronted. “I didn’t! That’s your decision to make. I just-“ he swallows, “I stalled. In telling you.”

“Why?”

Chan fidgets and looks away. “It’s a big decision to make.”

Your frown. “I’m not a damn child, Chan.”

“I’m not saying that you are. It’s just-“

“Do you not want me to take Jeonghan as a mate?”

“Do you want to?” Chan meets your eyes now, face unreadable. His eyes flash a bright red as he steps forward, and your foot reflexively steps back. You resist the urge to move the rest of your body. There was nothing to be scared of. “Do you want him? As a mate?”

“What’s it to you?” You whisper, searching Chan’s eyes for something— anything you can work with that hints at his feelings, but just like a true leader: he lets nothing show. “Why are you so worked up about this?”

“You’re my best friend! I’m not just going to let just some alpha we don’t know ta-“

“Is that really all I am to you?”

Chan’s mouth snaps shut. You watch the way he falters, and something in your heart simultaneously breaks and comes to life. 

It was so, so draining.

You were drained. The mixed signals Chan kept sending wasn’t a game you could play forever, because you’ve loved him all this time and you didn’t have the strength anymore to keep thinking there was a chance he could love you back too.

At least this way, you could keep being by his side without holding onto what could be each time he so much as looked at you.

The foot you stepped back returns to its place, and you stand taller on two feet, almost nose to nose with Chan. You meet his gaze steadily.

“Tell me, Chan. Am I really just a friend to you?”

Chan doesn’t look away. His gaze flickers downwards for a split second, but you meet eyes again immediately afterward. His lips part. 

You hold your breath, waiting for him to say something– anything, but… nothing.

In his silence, you found your answer.

With a tight-lipped smile, you turn around, steel yourself and walk away.

You don't look back.

“Y/N, wait-”

“No-”

Chan gently pulls you back by the arm, but you tug yourself away from his grip with a hiss and keep walking.

What you don’t expect is for Chan to growl, frustrated, and the next thing you know you’re being tugged back again and being pressed up against a tree. 

Then, Chan’s lips are on yours.

You gasp. Chan kisses like he needed it to breathe. His slick lips locked with yours was enough to turn your legs into jelly, mind unable to process what was currently happening. The kiss was desperate, harsh and filthy, but it was the exact opposite of how Chan held you, one arm gently circling around your waist to hold you up, the other hand cupping your cheek to guide you to tilt your head.

You’ve never kissed anyone. Chan knows this. Your first kiss is with your first friend and your first love. The thought alone is enough to make tears sting in your eyes again. Chan makes a noise in his throat, as if sensing your waterworks. He bites your lip to distract you, and the moan that slips out of you is enough to tell that it works.

Your heart was about to burst out of your chest. You couldn’t breathe. You were dizzy. And yet, you didn’t want to pull away. If you could, you would spend the rest of your life locked in a passionate kiss with Chan.

But even as supernatural beings, you both still needed to breathe. Chan is the one to pull away, just barely an inch away from you, and you immediately chase for his lips again. He makes a wounded noise, as if it pained him not to swoop down and kiss you. 

You stare up at Chan wide-eyed and teary as his hand slides down to your neck. He sighs, knocking his forehead against yours.

“Don’t go,” he says, starting to breathe heavily again. “Don’t go, Y/N, you can’t- please-”

“Okay, hey,” You startle, hand coming up to press against Chan’s heaving chest. “Easy. Breathe.”

Chan shudders, leaning into your touch. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. When he opens them again, they’re back to brown and staring right at you.

“You’re not… just a friend.” He exhales, and your heart jumps to your throat. “It’s just- It’s you, Y/N. It’s- you’re-”

It’s you. There it was again. The same thing Minho had said earlier. You search his eyes, hoping to find some clue as to what he’s going to say, but the next words that come out of Chan’s mouth are the ones that you least expect.

“You’re everything to me. I don’t want you to be with Jeonghan. I don’t want you to be with anyone else but me, Y/N. Me. It’s so selfish of me to ask this of you because I-“ Chan sighs. “It’s not that I doubt my feelings for you. But I’m going to be the pack leader. The preparations alone already kept us apart these past few weeks, what if you get hurt and I’m not there? What if you need something and I’m busy somewhere and, what if you get tired-”

“And you thought I wouldn’t work through that with you? Chan-“ You laugh a little, humorless. Chan looks down at that, ashamed. You bring his gaze back up by tilting his chin. “Chan, I’d go to the ends of the earth with you. If it means being with you, I’d do anything. Why would you deny me of that chance?”

Chan swallows. “I thought you deserved better.”

“You are better.” You whisper, cupping Chan’s cheek now. He shakes his head, but puts his hand over yours to keep it in place.

“No, I’m not. I could barely control myself back there. I know Jeonghan had no ill intentions, but just the thought of you talking to him and laughing and giving him the smiles you give me, it’s just-” You open your mouth, about to protest, but Chan presses a kiss to your palm. “But I’m going to be. I’ll be better. For you. For our pack. I can’t let anyone take you from me.”

“Chan…”

“No, it’s- I’ve loved you for so long.” He sighs, and your breath hitches. “I’ve loved you since we were teens and I’ve always been so scared to tell you all of this. But I planned to- when I officially become pack leader, I planned to court you properly. I wanted- our first kiss was supposed to be under the stars, on a full moon, your favourite. Not this, not here where I’m fucking naked and we’re both upset and-”

“Chan,” you can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, and Chan’s head snaps up at the sound. He looks at you, amazed and so in love, you hope he sees in your eyes how you are too. “Chan, you fucking idiot. Even if you just passed by me and told me I was your girlfriend, that would have been okay. That would have been great, Chan, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. I thought you- I thought you didn’t want me-”

“No, nononono, don’t say that.” Chan whispers, shaking his head fervently. “You’re all I want. You’re everything I need, Y/N. It’s you, it’s only you. And not just my girlfriend, but…”

You blink when Chan cups your cheek again, tip of his nose brushing against yours as he leans down and says, 

“My mate.”

“Really?” You whisper, in disbelief, and Chan nods, smiling.

“Really. There’s no one else for me but you.”

“Chan…”

Tears fill your eyes once again. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve almost cried today, but this time you’re sure this one was going to spill over. You were so happy. Chan loves you. Chan wants you to be his mate. Chan kissed you. Chan-

“Channie hyuuuung!”

You and Chan jolted at the sound of high-pitched screaming, immediately pinpointing the voice to be Jisung’s. Soon there's rustling in the trees, and Minho and Changbin come out. But this time, they’re carrying two kids each.

Changbin was carrying Jisung and Hyunjin like sacks of rice, while Minho had Seungmin and Felix leisurely propped up on his hips. All four kids looked to be in distress, eyes teary and snot running down their noses. Your eyes immediately dried at the sight, panic flowing through your veins.

“Oh no, what happened?”

Minho sighed. “All four woke up as soon as Chan went beserk. Demanded they be let out of the nursery to see what was going on, and wouldn’t stop crying until Changbin and I promised them we’d take them to you.”

“Let me go! Let me go let me go let me go! Channie hyung!” Jisung wailed as he struggled, looking like a flailing spider as Changbin held him by the waist. 

Hyunjin was crying too, rubbing at his eyes as he sobbed, “Y/N!”

Seungmin and Felix were quieter, but they were still sniffling. Seungmin had hid his face in Minho’s neck, but his shining eyes were glued to you and Chan. When you turn to Felix, you meet his teary eyes, and he immediately hiccups and reaches his arms out, wordlessly asking to be picked up. Your heart breaks.

“Oh, baby, come here.” You slip out of Chan’s grasp, hurriedly rushing over to take Felix out of Minho’s arms. Felix latches on to you tight, arms around your neck and legs around your waist. You didn’t even need to hold him, so you reach one hand out to wipe the tears and snot away from Seungmin’s face.

“Get dressed.” Minho glares at Chan as he slips a backpack off his shoulder, tossing it to the sheepish-looking Chan. “And then take those two. They’re going to be sick with all that crying.”

Chan dresses hurriedly, and Changbin finally lets Jisung and Hyunjin go. The two scramble to Chan, wailing loud in his ears as he picks them up. Chan winces, but there’s a fond smile on his face as he tries to shush them.

“I’m sorry, hyung is sorry for worrying you. Don't cry…”

You watch with an amused smile as Chan bounces Jisung and Hyunjin in his hold, similar to how you would soothe a crying baby. Seungmin finally untucks from Minho and reaches out to you, and you move Felix a bit so you could carry Seungmin as well.

Chan meets your eyes over all the fuss. He grins handsomely, two snotty toddlers in his arms wailing, and your heart rattles in your chest once more.

This time, you step over the line, hand in hand, with Chan.

This time, you've stepped over the line, hand in hand, with Chan.

This time, you’ve stepped over the line, hand in hand, with Chan.

This time, you’ve stepped over the line, hand in hand, with Chan.

confessions - ot8 x reader

˗ˏˋ pairing: ot8 x gn!reader (individual)

˗ˏˋ description: their reaction to you confessing that you have a crush on them

˗ˏˋ tags: text messages !!

˗ˏˋ taglist: if you want to be (un)added, send me an ask please !!

don't repost. don't translate. minors and ageless blogs dni!

it's ... april fools day ... in south korea already ... so i thought i would join ... please don't block me

Tw: j*p

The boys are so cute

who’s that girl!

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: fluff, comedy, non idol!au, new girl!au

summary: after coming home from vacation to discover your boyfriend of over a year cheating on you, you find yourself to be in search of a new place to live. lucky for you, your friend’s cousin is moving across the state, leaving a room open that’s yours for the taking. the only problem? it means you would be staying with three guys.

characters: txt, le sserafim’s chaewon, sakura and yunjin, nct’s chenle, skz’s felix and hyunjin, itzy’s yeji, and more probably

status: completed as of jan 29, 2023

warnings: some profanity, inappropriate jokes, yeonjun as schmidt… some kys/kms humor

table of contents

sakura and her grandkids | the boyz 🥶

01 — 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚

02 — she is homeless

03 — pyramid scheme

04 — the art of war

05 — miss piggy impression (written 1.3k + smau)

06 — jar me over text

07 — I’m Outside Your House

08 — #NotMyTaehyun

09 — porcupine idk

10 — who the fuck is sunghoon

11 — feels like a barbecue

12 — y/n cheater!!!!!!!

13 — monster by irene&seulgi

14 — i was hacked

15 — u wanna kiss me so bad

16 — what’s so funny? misogyny?

17 — dark horse neigh

18 — stalker ass

19 — cringe!

20 — bad at dating (written 2.4k + smau)

21 — y/n wake up! i don’t like this!

22 — that should be me

23 — getting weaker day by day

24 — felix has an accent

25 — i can’t be a prison wife

26 — rip y/n idk u

27 — not like this (written 3.2k)

28 — i’m not ashamed of you ❤️

29 — ur mom is opposite day

30 — u think i’m pretty?

31 — i’m gonna hit you with a car

32 — they grow up so fast

33 — these should be in a magazine! 😱

34 — meant to be 🥺💕💗🫶

35 — hair dye privileges

36 — are you jealous?

37 — there was an avalanche

38 — your feelings (written 1.3k)

39 — getaway car

40 — something like this (written 2.9k)

41 — moon walking

42 — shut it down

43 — consider dying

44 — mama yunjin is gonna fix everything

45 — special

46 — it hits different cause it’s you

47 — harvard is calling

48 — taking chances (wc 2.3k)

49 — maybe so can be our always

50 — thank you lee felix

epilogue

tag list (CLOSED!)

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authors note: hiii welcome to my first kpop au!! so obviously this is heavily inspired by the show ‘new girl’, but you don’t need to have seen it to read the smau. anyways very excited to write this and share it woo!!!

[11:05] “You know he loves you, don’t you?” Chan questions as he hands you his car keys. You fiddle with the soft toy that hangs between the keys, tugging at the small wolf’s ears. 

Chan sighs. “Fine,” he says. “Just go.” 

You take a step towards the door before hesitating, lifting your eyes to meet his. You’d have to trust he’d keep this conversation to himself. You could feel it already, the anxiety that would bubble up to your throat the second you left the apartment with this conversation unresolved.

Minho was leaving. He was moving out—across the country—and he hadn’t said a word to you about it. Sure, you didn’t live here. But you may as well have. You spent so much time and the apartment he shared with Chan they’d often joke about when you were going to start splitting the bills. 

“What if he changes his mind?” you ask, managing to keep your voice steady. “If I do something… change how it is now… what if he changes his mind?” 

“Why would he do that?” 

“Because he’ll know me. He’ll get closer and maybe he won’t like what he finds.” 

Chan takes the keys from your hands, halting your fiddling. “Sit down,” he instructs gently, gesturing to the small lounge you’d taken to falling asleep on some nights. You do as he says, folding your hands in your lap as you wait for him to join you. 

He doesn’t. 

You watch as he disappears down the short hallway and into Minho’s bedroom, returning only moments later with a small shoebox in his hand. He doesn’t drag it out. He sits on the small table in front of you and opens the lid. 

It reminded you a lot of the small box you kept under your bed in your childhood bedroom, a collection of miscellaneous things you’d attached memories to as you’d grown. A bracelet from your 11th birthday, a playing card you’d scooped out of the water on your trip to Vietnam, the paper mache rabbit you’d made when you were 8, the key to the padlock you’d used for your locker in high school.

This box was much like that. You don’t recognise anything at first, not until Chan digs out a small clay cat, one of your earliest attempts at moulding clay figures. It was an ugly thing, wonky and misshapen. Minho had snatched it from your hands when you’d announced it was going in the rubbish. “He can’t help being ugly,” he’d said. “He’s mine now.” 

Chan passes the clay cat to you. He’s cuter than you’d remembered.

“They’re all from you," he says. 

You look up. “Hm?” 

“The box,” he clarifies. “They’re all things you’ve given him.” 

You peak into the box, attempting to spot anything else you recognise. There are scattered pieces of paper, some are sticky notes you vaguely remember attaching to his bedroom door on days you’d visited when he wasn’t home. You pick one up and read it silently, ‘You missed me. Unlucky for you. I’ll be around Friday.’ You’d drawn a small rabbit in the corner. 

Chan takes the note from you along with the clay cat. You watch as he places them back inside the shoebox and replaces the lid. “I shouldn’t let you go through it—not without his permission. I just need you to understand.” He places the box on the table beside him carefully, like it’s full of priceless porcelain. “You know him,” he continues. “He doesn’t make decisions lightly. He knows what he wants and when he wants something… that’s it. You’re it.” He sighs. “You know him.” 

You look to his discarded car keys. “You still need milk.” 

“I’ll get it. You’ll stay?” 

You nod. “I’ll stay.” 

—

He leaves shortly after that. Leaves you to pace as you wait for Minho to arrive. He was leaving. Leaving Chan. Leaving you. He hadn’t offered an explanation. 

You jump as he knocks on the door. He expected Chan to be home. He wasn't expecting you. You press your hand to your chest and take one last deep breath before marching over and letting him in. 

His eyes widen a little as he takes you in. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks now. It was the longest you’d gone without seeing each other since you’d met three years prior. You step aside to let him in, pressing your fingers into your clavicle in an attempt to ground yourself. 

“I didn’t know you were coming around,” he says as he takes his shoes off. “Chan didn’t—” 

“He left,” you interrupt. “Chan. He went out because he wanted—I wanted to talk to you.” 

He stands and shucks his winter jacket from his shoulders. “Talk to me?” he questions. 

You nod. “Would you… sit? Please?” 

He looks a little nervous now. You wonder if he can see the same emotion in you. He sits exactly where you’d been sitting when Chan had shown you the box. He leaves his beanie on and you take in the way his brown hair peeks out around his neck. He waits. 

You can’t find it within yourself to sit, choosing to stand across from him instead—leaving the small table between you. “Can I ask you something?” 

He nods and his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “Mm,” he says. “Anything.” 

“It’s a big ‘something’.”

“Okay,” he says simply. 

“Would you stay?” you ask, tugging on your fingers. Your heart thumps in your chest. “If I asked you to stay, would you?” 

His brow furrows slightly. “I—” 

“Because I need you to stay. Please. I need you not to leave me. I know it’s a lot and I don’t know why you’re leaving and I’m sure it’s very important and I don’t even know if you want to stay here. Maybe you don’t but—” 

“Wait,” he says, interrupting your rambling. You take a steadying breath as he stands. He tugs his beanie from his head and drops it onto the table. His hair stands on all ends. You desperately want to run your hands through it. But you can’t. Your knuckle pops as you tug a little hard on one of your fingers. “Leaving?” he questions, clearly confused. Alarm bells ring in your head. “Why would I leave?”

“Chan said—” you cut yourself off. Oh you were going to wrap your hands around his throat and squeeze so hard he– “You’re not leaving?”

“No. But you thought I was…you said you need me to stay...” Minho says with a smirk, making his way around the table slowly. 

“Forget everything I just said.” 

“Can’t,” he says, his smirk transforming into a small grin. “Sorry.” 

You could tell him you’d seen the box, a small voice in your head offers. Then you’d both be embarrassed. You snuff it out before it can fully form. If it was anyone else… But it was him. You’d take much worse than one-sided embarrassment for him. 

“Alright. Well, Chan had his fun. I’m going home.” 

Minho steps in front of you, cutting off your exit. “Stay,” he says simply. 

“Why?” 

“Because I want you to.” 

“Why?” 

He huffs out a breathy laugh. “Because I haven’t seen you in two weeks. Why is that, by the way? Chan said—” 

“Chan says a lot of things, apparently."

Minho collapses into the couch cushions beside you and throws his arm over the back of the lounge. You join him. “He said you were busy,” Minho says. “That you didn’t have time for us.” 

“I was… sulking.” 

He presses his lips together, failing to suppress a smile. “Sulking?” 

“I thought you were moving out. Chan wouldn’t tell me why he said you’d talk to me when you wanted to. But you didn’t. I thought you were leaving without even talking to me about it.” 

The hand over the back of the couch moves a little, then he begins playing with your hair—gentle fingers fiddling with the strands that fall over your shoulder. “I think it’s my fault,” he says as you struggle to regulate your breathing. “I said something to him a few weeks ago. Something that may have… caused this. I’ll fix it.” 

His fiddling with your hair breaks a barrier, one that allows you to lean a little towards him and fix the strands of hair that stick on all ends. He’s quiet at first, letting you brush his hair out with your fingers. Then, just as you begin working on a particularly stubborn tuft right at his parting, he speaks, “I would never leave you,” he says. It’s almost a whisper. Gentle and quiet, almost like he hadn’t meant to speak it at all. 

“You wouldn’t?”

He takes your arm, stubborn tuft forgotten. “I thought you knew that. I thought you knew that I…” he trails off as his eyes drop to where his fingers wrap around your wrist. 

“Minho?” you whisper. He looks up. “I do. I know.” 

He blinks, a brief moment of panic crossing his features as his fingers tighten on your wrist. 

“I love you, too,” you add quickly, keen to end his anxiety. “So much.” 

He blinks. Once, twice. Then he drops his head, letting his hair fall over his eyes. He takes a deep breath and you watch as he lifts your wrist to his lips. You can’t see the way he presses a kiss to your skin, his long hair obscuring your view. But you feel it. You feel his warm breath as he holds you there for a moment afterwards. 

Then he lifts his head. 

You catch a blur of his smile as he lunges at you, pushing you onto your back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. He keeps the majority of his weight off you and you bask in the warmth of him for the minute of two he stays like this. Then he’s sitting up again, tugging you up with him and practically lifting you into his lap. You wrap your arms around him, settling yourself comfortably against him as he releases a contented sigh. 

“Did Chan tell you?” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I knew before that.” 

He groans, dropping his head back. You can see the tiny mole at his jawline: a target. You press a gentle kiss there. “I knew you loved me,” you whisper. “You’re so good at it.. so full of love. But I—I think I was afraid you’d stop, like when you see a stray cat and you’re afraid if you move it’ll startle…that it’ll leave and you’ll never get to try again. Having you as a friend is better than not having you at all.” 

He lifts his head to look at you. You can see the way he’s fighting it, all the emotion. He doesn’t express it with words, but he doesn’t need to. It leaks from his eyes and from his gentle touches. “I don’t startle,” he grumbles after a moment. 

You grin. “‘M’kay, whatever you say,” you whisper before pressing your lips to his for the first time.