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WEATHER THE STORM - Han jisung

requested by the always lovely @jehhskz 💕 girl knows i love some hannie and gave me the perfect request 🥹🥰

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Its pretty apparent how flipping much i love this boy in this story...i poured my heart out for this one lol

boyfriend!Han x reader (afab)

Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, kissing, fingering, kinda sub jisung, kinda dom reader, crying, cursing, a ton of pet names, soooo fluffy, jisung is down bad for reader and has a praise kink. Not proof read <3

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The clouds were rolling in rapidly, way faster than you had anticipated. The trees were shaking with the gusts of wind. You had only received the alert of the impending storm on your phone about an hour ago. After giving your weather app one last look, you sighed heavily and tossed your phone on the couch next to you.

 It wasn’t that you didn’t like the rain; you did, in fact you loved it. But, tonight was supposed to be a ladies night out with your friend. You and her had been very excited to try that new Pho place downtown and then go for drinks. You especially had been looking forward to it. 

The rain started splattering against the window, the heavy wind getting fiercer by the minute. There was no sense in getting ready for a night that wasn’t going to happen. Your friend has already canceled over an hour ago.

You thought about asking your boyfriend. He had just gotten back into town a few days ago.Jisung had been away for weeks while touring and neither of you have spent any time together. You had texted him ranting about your ruined plans and he had suggested he come over, but you would never ask him to face the storm. 

As if he knew you were thinking about him, your phone lit up with a call from ‘Sungie <3’. 

“Hey Ji, I was just thinking about you.” You answered, heart feeling heavy at having to be away from him.

“Funny enough, I’m always thinking of you, my baby.” You heard a car door slam on his end, “Your favorite kind of pho is chicken, right?” 

“Yeah, whhyyyy?” You drawled. You didn’t get an answer from him, instead you were startled when your doorbell rang. “What the fuck, you didn’t!” You hung up the phone and rushed to the door, flinging it open to find your boyfriend in all his smiling glory, with arms full with food and snacks. “Ji!” 

“Delivery for the prettiest girl in the world!” His arms were full or he would have hugged you. You took some of the stuff from his arms and stepped aside for him to enter your home. 

“What are you doing here, you crazy person?! Do you not see the insane storm that's coming in?” you chastise even though you were beaming, unable to hide your elation at seeing him in your home. You wish you knew he was coming so you could have changed out of your pjs.

“Wow there's a storm outside?” He said sarcastically, acting shocked. “I couldn’t tell.” You pushed him playfully, and he laughed. “I kinda thought that we could weather the storm together, I mean, if you want? I brought Pho from that place you wanted to try and a bunch of snacks and candy! I remember you talking about building blanket forts when you were little, so I also figured we could build one to snuggle in? I brought my string lights.” 

“Oh Ji” you wanted to cry, he was so thoughtful. He always paid the utmost attention to what you say, even absentmindedly. “This is perfect. You are perfect. Thank you my love.” You set down the bags you took from him and attacked him in a hug. 

He hugged you back just as tightly, sweeping you off the ground, “Anything for you my baby.” He set you down with a wet smooch to your forehead. You’re stuck with me until this storm is over! No girl of mine is gonna be alone with this bullshit going on outside!” You noticed he had a backpack on, those must be his clothes for a few days. As if you didn’t already have a stache of his clothes already. 

The building process was surprisingly pretty quick. Jisung had demanded you build the fort before you ate, so you can ‘eat in the ambiance and celebrate the fruits of our labor’ as he had said. You’re pretty sure the motivation came from keeping the food hot, making you both get to work. Luckily you were a blanket hoarder so you had plenty to use and pile on the floor. 

As Ji was hanging the string lights as the finishing touch you set out the food for both of you on the tray you put in the fort. He was right, it was worth the wait. It felt so magical somehow. You must have been stuck in a state of wonder for sometime because Jisung opened the side and scooted himself in, now wearing his pjs.

 “You ok there, space cadet?” He teased you, laughing when you pushed him. 

“In fact, jackass, I am more than ok.”  you set his food down in front of him while he picked something to watch on TV.  “You could even say I’m happy.” 

He chose a Ghibli movie ‘Spirited away’ (one of your favorites) then dug into his Pho. “That was my goal.” Jisung replied with his cheeks full. “I always wanna make you happy.” He said it with a shrug, as if it was no big deal. 

You were so struck with emotion at his statement, your eyes were filled with unshed tears. Here you were, with the most beautiful boy you had ever seen, sitting in a whimsical blanket fort said beautiful boy made for you, eating the food he bought and brought here for you. He braved the viscous weather for you. You couldn’t help the overflow of feelings and the tears started leaking from your eyes. What started as one tear, turned into two, turning into a full rolling stream over your cheeks. 

When you started sniffling is what finally got his attention, his head snapping over to you and he hurriedly set down his food, shuffling closer to you in panic. “What’s wrong?! Do you not like your pho?! We can switch, here take mine please don’t cry!” 

You wiped your eyes, still sniffling but smiling at his franticness, “No, it’s just that.. I love you. So much. I’m so thankful to have you. That’s all.” 

He seemed shocked at your words, his own eyes looking teary now. “Oh my baby, my lover, the apple of my eye. I love you.” He grabbed your hands in his, “ You are my inspiration. Every song I write is because of you. I see you in my dreams, and I feel you in my heart when we are apart. Every emotion I have is evoked by you. If anything, I should be thankful for you!” 

You attacked him in a tight embrace, not even trying to stop crying now. “Stooop being soooooo sappy!” you complained even though you both knew you loved it. He hugged you back just as tight, burying his face in your hair. 

It was like a release, the way both of you were able to let go of everything inside, both of you completely relaxing into each other. It was always easy to be with Jisung. You had only been together for a little over a year, but Jisung had said (you agreed) you both had to have been lovers in another life. That your fates were intertwined. He claimed it was some pact created before the dawn of time to fate you both together for eternity. Soulmates. 

You held each other until your sniffling stopped. Just taking in each other's presence. You were the first to pull away, wiping your eyes for the final tears. He gave your cheek a kiss and picked up his food, stuffing his face. You giggled at him then clicked play on the tv, and picked up your food. Thankfully it was still warm. 

The howling outside only grew stronger as the evening went on. Every so often the windows would rattle and alarm you both, but the scare only ever lasted a second. Your boyfriend had you curled into his side as you were in the middle of your second movie. The whole apartment was dark sans the string lights and the tv, it was the perfect calm to the storm outside. 

His hand was between your thighs, just keeping warm between your skin. It wasn’t a sexual act but you could feel your skin heating up at his touch anyways. You hadn’t been touched in weeks, since before he left this last time. Not even by your own hands, though it was more like whenever you try it doesn’t feel the same. Your body craves him so much you can’t get off without him so why bother.  His hand was all you could focus on; knowing he was so close to where you needed him yet he made no moves to close the distance. The man seemed to be paying attention to the movie, if his little hums of laughter was any indication. How was he supposed to know he was unintentionally making you soaking wet? Did he really not notice your silent squirming?

“Sungie” you whispered, moving your face closer to his ear. He hummed in acknowledgement. “Can I tell you something?” He hummed again, “ I’m really wet right now.” you placed a kiss to his ear and he shivered visibly. 

“You can't just say things like that!” He turned to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. 

“Why not?” you giggled at his reaction. “It’s true. ‘Ve been drenched since you put your hand in between my thighs.” 

He accidentally let out a groan at your dirty words, biting his lip. He turned on his side and pulled your mouth to his, his wet tongue immediately shoving itself in your mouth. His kiss was sloppy- needy even- his soft lips smothering over yours messily. Jisung had been waiting for the right moment to make a move, not wanting you to feel taken advantage of. If only he had known how bad you had wanted him, he would have been on you (and in you) sooner.

His hand that was between your thighs traveled up to your core, feeling you from the outside of your sleep shorts. You let out a whimper when his fingers deftly rubbed over your clothed slit. He stroked you there for a second while his mouth invaded your own, just letting his fingers run along the seam. When you bucked your hips into his hand he finally gave in and let his hand wander into your bottoms. He was immediately able to feel just how badly you needed him. 

“Fuck. you really are drenched, you little devil. Is it all for me?” he bit your lip in between words, his pupils dilated at the liquid he felt coming out of you. 

“Uh huh, always for my Sungie. My sweet boyfriend always makes me sooooo wet for him.” You responded, moaning when he pushed a finger inside. He was an expert with his fingers, those years of guitar coming quite in handy, so he knew exactly how to crook his digits up right into your sweet spot. “Sung, fuck, so good.” 

You brought one of your own hands down to the growing bulge in his sweats, cupping him the way he likes. Now you were both letting out little moans as you touched each other. Ji added another finger and used his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Sungiiie, wanna ride you. Pleaaassee” you tried to push him onto his back. He let you with no hesitation, removing his fingers from you. 

“Oh absolutely, baby.” He ripped his own shirt over his head then laid on his back, tugging his sweat pants down his thighs. Once his pants were down you threw your leg over his thighs, settling yourself atop his member, the precum rubbing on your folds. Ji already looked like he wanted to cum at that little contact.

 You tossed your own shirt to the floor beside you and his hands shot straight up to cup your breasts. He was panting as he rubbed on your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Mmm always so soft, can never get enough of your soft skin.” 

You hummed, shifting your hips to rub yourself over his shaft, your arousal coating him and letting you glide over him. His mouth formed a little ‘o’ as he looked up at you through his lashes.  He was just as desperate for you as you were for him, “Lover, baby, sweetheart-please let me put it in. Need to feel you around me.” His neediness was showing hard. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” You tried your best to smirk but it came out more crooked than you hoped. You reached down underneath you to grab his member. You lifted yourself up slightly to line up his cock to your opening, and then sunk down on him inch by inch. When you had taken his whole length you threw your head back as a moan came out loudly. “F-fuck Hannie, always fill me so good.”

“Nghh y/n, oh my god. So warm around me. So fucking tight.” His eyes closed as you sat on him fully. Your boyfriend let his hands run up and down your torso with his thumbs still finding your nipples each time he went back up. 

You let yourself adjust to his thickness for a moment, before you began to roll your hips back and forth. The friction felt delicious. Every motion let you feel every ridge of him within your walls. “M-missed your cock, Sung.” 

“Missed you more, my sweets. Missed your pussy. Mmmmm missed everything about you.” One thing about your boyfriend is when he made love to you, he didn’t know how to shut the fuck up. “ m’ never leaving you again. Never leaving this pussy again. You’re gonna be stuck with me forever. Gonna have to pry you from me. Fuck!” He yelled the last part when you started bouncing on him. 

“Wan’ tha’. Wanna keep you inside forever.” You cooed at him, gaining a rhythm now. Your thighs were already burning but the pleasure out weighed the pain. You placed your hands on his chest for support, riding him like your life depended on it. 

The touches he gave you were getting rougher, fingers digging into your sides, indents of his painted nails leaving small crescents in your skin. “Oh oh please, baby, wanna fill you, wanna cum in you, please baby. M’ so good for you. Just wanna give you my love.” His hips were bucking as he got closer to his high, unable to keep himself together. 

“You are so good f’ me, Sungie. Always the best boy, making me feel so fucking good.” You took one of his hands in yours and took it off of your ribs and brought it down to your clit. “Rub it, make me cum, Sungie. Can’t cum without you.” 

Immediately he began to rub harsh circles on your bundle, his rhythm on the nub being perfect. Jisung lived to please you, he took great pride in knowing exactly how to touch you. His need for praise was too high for him to have a lack of attention. 

Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm was creeping up on you. You could tell Ji was trying to get you there, his own release about to burst. He was drooling as you looked down at him,  and his big eyes were leaking salty tears. His brown eyes were blown out, dark with intense lust for you.

“M’ gonna cum, princess, gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up, baby.” His voice was straining as he warned you. 

“Do it, cum in me. Make me yours Ji. You deserve it.” Once you gave him permission the floodgates opened, and he let go inside of you. He was shaking and squirming under you, his hips bucking wildly. His loud whines filled the room, mixing with the howls from the wind outside, creating this beautiful symphony. Witnessing his intense pleasure and feeling his warmth fill you caused you to fly over the edge after him. Your own whimpers follow soon after. 

“Kiss me, please angel.” He begged through his teary whines. You leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing each other's moans. You physically couldn’t keep yourself on top of him any longer. As soon as the shocks of your orgasm subsided you fell directly on top of him, letting his arms cage you against him as you both fought to get your breath back. 

Jisung just held you against him, keeping his member inside and just embracing how warm you were. Yeah he had missed the sex, but what he missed more was the intimacy. How the both of you could sit here and just exist within each other. He really loves you more than anything, and he knows you love him just as much. He had told you time and time again you were cosmically aligned, and now more than ever, he felt how true it was. 

If there's one thing he could absolutely be certain of, it's that right here, under the fairy lights, with you close to him as you peppered his face with wet kisses, was one of the highlights of his life. 

Maybe it was a good idea to bring the little black box that hid within his bag. 

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Girl is so down bad for Minho and she doesn't even know it yet

THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 3 THIRD TIME’S A CHARM

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“So, what does this mean for our contract?”

“It keeps going,” you answer.

He clicks his tongue, “You’re a fast learner, princess.”

[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.

[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ softdom minho, corruption kink, handjob ], jealousy and slight hints of cheating [ depends on how you view it ]

[ words ]: 6.8K

[ note ]: thank you so much again for the endless support. I still can’t believe it but you guys are seriously the best. It means the world that you like my silly little series so far! Please share your thoughts with me at the end of the chapter by reblogging, commenting or sending an ask/DM! 🩷

The sunbeams hit your skin, waking you up from a night full of beautiful dreams once again. Right. Hyunjin is back. Finally. And you can’t grasp that the first thing he did when he saw you yesterday was to immediately ask you out on a date. It seems as if he’s been waiting for this moment for six months too. You can’t believe it. After all, it feels as if he’s absolutely serious about you, right?

All your wishes will finally come true. You’re gonna be the one on Hyunjin’s side, hopefully his official girlfriend pretty soon. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

So, why do you feel hesitant about it?

A weird feeling is running through your stomach, almost as if you have second guesses about this whole thing. But when you take a shower to get ready for the day, you decide to just blame it on nervousness. It’s been six months since you’ve been waiting for this moment—or if you’re a bit more honest way longer than that—so it’s normal to feel like this, right? At the back of your head there’s another thought tickling you, begging to be let free but you don’t allow it. You are more than sure your confusion is absolutely caused by the seriousness of the situation and not the fact that you came around your enemy’s fingers last evening. For sure.

After you put yourself into fresh clothes and do your hair, you swing your bag over your shoulder and a last glance at the time tells you you are definitely running pretty late again. Fuck. Of course, yesterday you arrived at campus a little earlier but you have already guessed that this enthusiastic energy would only last for one whole day until it vanishes into ashes. You rush to campus, squeezing yourself into the next overcrowded subway vehicle until you reach your station and run to the building where your first lecture is.

You throw your bag on the floor, before you grab your iPad and a half empty water bottle. The professor has already started with his lecture and you’re still here, trying to rearrange your thoughts and calm down your breathing from sprinting to the hall. When you unlock the device in front of you, your heart almost stops beating. Why is that stupid file with the contract of Minho and you still opened? You immediately close it and switch to the one in which you take notes for your classes, not really having a system here so far but you will figure it out.

“Can I sit here?”

Your head snaps towards the source of the voice, finding a woman dressed in an elegant spring dress combined with stilettos and a butterfly claw holding her shiny smooth hair together.

“Yeah! Sure, Areum. Sit down,” you tell her and scoot a little although the space next to you is still completely empty.

“I feel so bad about being late today,” she confesses while placing her study material on the small table in front of her. Everything matches, every item she owns has the same beige shade with golden accents. She starts writing down what the professor is currently talking about, paying full attention to his words.

“Don’t worry about that,” you reassure her, “I wasn’t here on time either. To be honest, I am mostly late to all my appointments.”

She gives you a small smile, “Yeah. I get you. I wanna be here on time like a good student to all my classes, but then again there was so much going on at the animal shelter I helped out this morning that I wasn’t able to leave to arrive here on time.”

Animal shelter? You’re getting more and more convinced that Areum is secretly a Disney princess. You also wonder if this is where Minho and her met each other. After all, you know that he sometimes helps out at one of the shelters in the city too.

Time passes by and soon the lecture ends. You throw all your stuff back into your bag, before Areum and you stand up and leave your aisle. You can’t get over the fact how kind she is. During the whole lecture, she explained things to you which you didn’t understand and even offered to send you her notes. This can’t have something to do with Minho, right? She hasn’t known you up until yesterday and you highly doubt that Minho has ever mentioned more than just your name and perhaps some mean details.

You’re on your way to your next class, remembering you still have to look for a book in the library which makes you enter a state of hurry now.

“Y/N, what I wanted to ask–“

“I’m so sorry but I’m in a rush Areum. Can it perhaps wait?”

She sends you another one of those soft smiles that reaches her big round eyes, “Yes! Of course, I’ll see you in class tomorrow, right? Maybe we can exchange phone numbers? So, I can send you my notes from today’s lecture.”

You hastily nod, reaching for your phone and opening your contact before you tap on the little ‘+’ symbol and it creates a new contact. Areum reaches for the device, her soft hands grazing over your own for less than half a second and she quickly types in her information.

“I sent you a text, so you have my number too,” you let her know and a bit later you say goodbye and cross paths.

You rush to the library, searching for the book you need for the next lesson. Once you arrive at the aisle where it’s supposed to be, you realise the spot is empty. Your hands start hovering over the other books you find there, reading the titles and signatures but finding nothing that might come close.

“Searching for something?”

You turn around, seeing Minho with that exact book inside his hand and you don’t even question why the hell he’s holding it in the first place.

“Hey. Yes, I need this one for my class,” you explain. You take a step forward and reach for the admired object, your fingers getting close to the paper until he pulls away and a mischievous smile finds his face.

“You didn’t text me,” he says with a strict voice, his face immediately turning expressionless again as ever. If he’s angry at you he’s doing a great job at hiding and covering it with his obligatory neutrality.

Your breath hitches when you realise what he’s talking about. You were supposed to tell him that you made it back home safely. Fuck. You’ve always been rather forgetful but this is something you should keep in mind. You wonder now if Minho got worried at the lack of response from your side and for some reason it lets butterflies erupt in your stomach. Get it together. Every half-decent man would be worried if they had to send a woman home at night. This shouldn’t be considered something special.

“You probably forgot because Hyunjin came back last night, hm?” Minho asks, tilting his head.

What? How is he even aware of your crush’s early arrival?

“How do you know?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Felix. He told me.”

Okay, yeah. That makes sense. Still, you suddenly feel so awful about all this. You hate breaking promises. Even if it’s an accident like forgetting to text him. “I’m sorry. He… he spontaneously visited us. Just for a couple of minutes though. I went right to bed. Was tired and all.”

You don’t even know why you’re rambling and justifying yourself. It’s not like you’re a couple. You’re not even friends, after all. There’s nothing to feel bad about, especially not toward Minho. But why do you feel this way then?

“Whatever. It’s fine,” Minho adds, before he hands you the book and leaves.

“You look beautiful,” Hyunjin greets you with a warm hug, pulling you closer and you hope he can’t feel how your heart is beating out of your chest. You let go of him again, giving your crush a soft smile and he leads the way inside the café.

“I’ve wanted to go here for ages,” you confess, while you two step inside. Hyunjin has his hand gently placed on the small of your back as he guides you into the ancient looking building. It’s astonishing here, flowery details filling the huge room up to the ceiling, as the scents of coffee and strawberries enter your nostrils. 

“I heard it opened not that long ago, didn’t it?” You nod, “Yeah. A couple of weeks, I think. But I’ve always been passing by and have seen people post about it on Instagram you know?”

Hyunjin smiles and searches for an employee. The waitress tells him to choose whatever free table you would like and the both of you opt for seats right at the huge rose tinted window. The gentleman he is, your friend pulls your chair back and helps you sit down before he takes his own seat. You start looking through the menu, soon finding something appealing and Hyunjin walks to the front to order.

“Oh—you already paid, wait let me give you–“

“It’s fine, angel,” he says, shushing your hands away from your bag, “I invited you, remember? Let me treat you a little, okay?”

If your week goes on like this you won’t have to spend money on food anymore when men keep paying for you. Not that you mind.

“Thank you.”

He gives you a soft smile. “Now, tell me. What have I missed not being here for six months?”

The waitress brings your order next but this doesn’t hold you back from entering a cycle of rambling. “Oh! Jisung is texting this girl he met online while playing video games. He’s head over heels for her but doesn’t even know her real name or what she looks like.” Hyunjin laughs. It’s not gossiping, after all, that’s all your friend has been talking about these past weeks. And in comparison to Jisung’s dislike for your crush, the hatred isn’t reciprocated. “It’s hilarious and cute in some way although it feels kinda weird to imagine Jisung in a light like that.”

“I get it,” Hyunjin says, “still somehow adorable. Hopefully it works out. And anything new in your life?”

You're unsure if he’s hinting at your love life or just what has happened in general. So, you take the safe route. “Ah, you know. Not much is going on. I had my internship at the end of last year. Was kinda exhausting and taught me what I don’t want to do.”

“Oh, that sucks. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he reassures you and suddenly his hand gets closer. He places the palm on top of yours, softly stroking your skin. God, why is his hand so much bigger than your own?

“Nah, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it. So—you’ve gotta tell me everything about Paris now. I’ve always wanted to go there.”

“It was beautiful. Really. Very busy and all but the architecture of the whole city… Amazing. Also pretentious to some extent but it didn’t surprise me. And dirty and smelly but it’s a big city after all, right? Definitely not like in all those romance movies but still absolutely gorgeous. I enjoyed my time there,” he says. You’ve always thought that Hyunjin fits right there, as if he belongs to Paris and you can’t quite explain why. This is also the reason why you felt like you were in no position to hold him back despite your aching heart. This was a one chance of a lifetime, after all.

“I’m super glad to hear that, Hyune. Seriously. Every picture you posted online or sent to the group chat or me let a smile appear on my face. I’m truly happy you had this opportunity and had such a great time over there!”

His eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, as he gives your hands a soft squeeze with his big one.

“You like the food, Y/N?”

You nod, taking another bite of your cheesecake, “Oh, yes. Absolutely. Such a good idea to go here!”

You watch him put some of his pie on his fork, before he guides the cutlery towards you. “Wanna try?”

A little startled about the fact that he—as it seems—wants to feed you some of his food, you nod and have a taste of the blueberry pie he offers. And it tastes just as amazing as the dish you chose. You put a bit of your strawberry cheesecake on top of your fork and guide it toward Hyunjin, before his plump lips wrap around it and take a bite. He hums a little melody, enjoying the taste of the cake, all while you try to not lose your mind about the fact that you are feeding Hyunjin in public.

“It was a good idea to go here,” he says, his voice dropping lower and a bit more quiet. He’s reaching out for your hand once more, not letting you go as if he is afraid to lose you again despite the fact that he was the one who went to another continent half a year ago. A weird sensation starts spreading through your belly and you are hit with the one question that has been harassing your mind for six weeks.

Why did he decide to confess to you twelve hours before his flight’s departure when he knew you weren’t going to see each other for so long? Of course, Jisung called him toxic without batting an eye. Your crush might like your friend whereas the younger one has always classified Hyunjin as a ‘walking red flag’. In some way he’s right but you don’t want to believe that. You decide to blame it on Hyunjin being a hopeless romantic and just wanting to get this confession off his chest before going on a flight. You never know what could happen in six months while being so far away. Better this way than being plagued by regrets, right?

“Thank you for the invitation again, Hyune,” you add, as your fingers start getting intertwined with his large ones.

“Don’t thank me for that. Actually… I wanted to talk about something,” he says and you watch his lower lip get caught between his teeth. He suddenly looks nervous and for some reason that feeling reaches you too.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, angel,” he lets out. His gaze is fixated on where your hands meet, as he squeezes yours another time, softly caressing your skin in order to gain some confidence. God. It’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna understand.

“What is it?”

But the truth is—your heart is bursting out of your chest once again. It leaves you anxious, the way he’s opened this conversation, you can’t deny that. 

“I am sure you remember our last talk in person. Right before my flight and all.” Oh, no. Don’t open that box again. “Im sorry about the timing, truly sorry. I know this was kinda shitty of me to just drop that information and disappear for six months.”

You give him a smile, “You didn’t disappear, Hyune. We talked on the phone and all during your time in Paris.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t be close to you. Geographically speaking and all. It’s just not the same,” he explains, shaking his head. You take a deep breath in the meantime, just wanting him to spit it out—whatever is on his mind. “What do you wanna say?”

“Well, first of all. I want you to know that I did this because I thought I was running out of time. I’m also quite superstitious. So if something had happened on that flight or in Paris–“

“Nothing happened, Hyune,” you cut him off.

“I know,” he says. “I’m glad about that. But if it had been the case I would have never forgiven myself for not being honest with you, you know?”

“I get it. Seriously,” you reassure him. Because you somehow do get it. Despite the fact that it hurt, that it was stinging your heart with no end during that time. But sometimes love turns us selfish. You’re sure this is what happened to Hyunjin in that moment too.

“Thank you. This is also, second, why I want to be honest with you again this time.”

You gulp. “Okay.” Is he already ending things with you before they started? You’re entering a spiral of angst once more.

“It’s a lot going on right now for me. I’ve become quite a new person over there and have to adjust to life in Seoul again. It’ll take some time for me to get used to everything. All I want to say is that you are still important to me. Nothing has changed about my feelings in the slightest, I promise. But I don’t want to rush things. It’s our last semester of college and I don’t wanna mess things up between us because I went too fast and got hooked up in the stress of everyday life and exams, you know?”

Oh, alright. That’s definitely something you can work with, right? After all, you need your time, too.

“Oh. I get that. Totally. I mean, I’m in my last semester too,” you explain.

“Okay, good. So, you’re okay with us taking things slowly?”

This doesn’t just count for school related stuff but you’re also not one to immediately jump into the dating and relationship life because you have zero experience on that level either.

“Absolutely!”

“You won’t think I’m… boring? Or something like that?”

“You, Hwang Hyunjin, boring? Never,” you chuckle. “We can take all the time you need, Hyune. It’s more than fine.”

“I’m glad about that. A huge weight is dropping off my shoulders, not gonna lie,” he says, placing his free hand right where his heart is.

“You seriously worried about that?”

“Well, I’ve been gone for six months. I’m sure all those guys have been waiting in line for you to date them. But I’m so happy to know I’m still your favourite, Y/N.”

Your chest tightens. First, you haven’t been dating anyone, sure, but you also came twice within the past two nights with the help of your crush’s good friend Minho. Second, does Hyunjin expect you to sit here and wait for him like an obedient housewife? Or is he genuinely happy that you still want to be with him?

Deciding to push those thoughts aside, you just add, “You’ll always be, don’t worry.”

Although you are not so sure about that one.

On your way back home, still very happy about the conversations you had with Hyunjin, there’s a certain topic still on your mind.

You messed up regarding Minho. Yes, it wasn’t visible in his eyes when you saw him in the library this morning but you know that he was mad about the fact you forgot to text. You probably would be too. It’s definitely not because he likes you but anyone would worry in a situation like this. You never know what could happen at night especially when you’re a female presenting person.

You wanna make up for it. That you are sure of. This is why you’ve decided to change into some comfy clothes, get takeout on your way out and visit Minho with food as a surprise. But when you arrive at your shared apartment, it isn’t Felix who is standing in the living room.

“I didn’t know I have a new roommate,” you greet him, before he pulls you into a hug.

“Ah, yeah. Sorry, Y/N. There is an issue at my student’s dorm and Felix said it’s fine that I can stay here,” Jisung explains.

You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

He looks at you confused. “You know?”

Fuck. You forgot that Jisung is very much not aware of the fact that you were at Minho’s last night and therefore heard everything they talked about. Including Jisung getting annoyed about the possibility of his best friend meeting Areum again and a certain cut off sentence of why this isn’t a good idea which you try not to think about. Why is Jisung so against it? What does he know?

“Y-Yeah, Lix told me,” you lie.

“Ah, great. I stayed at Minho’s apartment last night,” yeah, I know, “but his little sister will be visiting him tomorrow and you know that I can’t stand her and that’s also too many people in one studio apartment. I hope it’s okay I’m here.”

“Absolutely,” you say, “I’m just… I’m meeting up with a friend in a bit but you know where to find everything here, right? Do you need anything else?”

Jisung is basically the unofficial third roommate of this household given that he spends time here pretty often. “No worries, I’ve got everything and I’m also meeting up at the studio with my friends later.” He’s been working on some new songs with his little producer group—a trio of three, one of them being Felix’s gym crush Changbin.

“Great, then I’ll see you later,” you add before disappearing inside your room. You change into some more fitting clothes for a chill dinner inside, before you pack some stuff and leave the apartment again. Jisung is currently sitting on the couch, playing some games—perhaps with the girl he’s been texting—and you just wave him goodbye, receiving a bright smile from him.

On your way to Minho’s place, you buy some takeout food and a certain lemonade you’ve seen him drink from time to time, hoping it will hype up his mood. Although you know that this is basically impossible. Minho is never in a good mood except for when he’s teasing you. You arrive at the station near his house a little later, the food in one hand and the beverages in the other. The door downstairs is open, so you head inside and climb up to where his apartment is located.

You don’t know what it is despite your general anxiety but for a quick second you wonder if it was a good idea to go here spontaneously. What if he isn’t at home? What if Minho has someone over? The second thought lets a weird feeling erupt in your heart that you try to ignore.

It’s gonna be okay. Calm down.

You ring the doorbell and half a minute later, someone is opening the door.

Fuck.

Minho is standing there, wearing just a towel around his waist, his firm chest and arms on full display while he’s also showing off his thick thighs. You cling onto the stuff you brought with you. An accident of lemonade glass bottles hitting the floor and making a sticky mess is the last thing you need.

“Look who’s decided to show up,” is all he says as he invites you inside and grabs the stuff in your hands. You silently take off your shoes and jacket, before you toss your bag in some corner of his studio apartment.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you.”

From where you’re standing and Minho being in the kitchen right now, you can barely see how he’s rolling his eyes but judging by the sound of his voice you are convinced that’s exactly what he’s doing. “I told you it’s fine. Just don’t forget it again next time, yeah?”

You nod, before you take a seat at his dining table and a minute later—after he changed into some actual clothes in his bathroom—Minho has the food and the beverages placed on the wooden table.

“That’s my favourite flavour,” he says when he catches a glimpse of the lemonade.

“You mentioned it once,” you reply and you can swear you notice his mouth turning into a small smile.

Munching the food, the conversation changes a little. You tell Minho about one of your classes from today for which you needed the book for since he was wondering why you ended up reading the same one. It turns out that you visit the same lecture every Tuesday before lunch and you don’t know how to feel about that. Then, the talking shifts to something else. You start speaking about your friend group since he tells you that Jisung left because Minho’s younger sister will be here tomorrow morning. And then he picks up the topic you were hoping for him to avoid.

“So… Hyunjin is already back?”

Food almost gets stuck in your throat but you manage to gulp down the bite you take. “Y-Yeah, he arrived yesterday.”

Something in Minho’s expression changes but you can’t quite tell what it means. You want to be honest with him, though. Despite not wanting to end this arrangement the two of you have—both because there’s still so much to learn and Hyunjin and you agreed to take things slowly anyway—you need to be transparent.

“We went on a date this afternoon,” you admit, before you take another sip from the lemonade.

His jaw clenches and for a whole minute the room falls silent. “Just a date?”

“Yeah. Just a date. Nothing serious or physical happened though,” you immediately justify yourself, going into full defense mode.

He nods, drinking more of his beverage too, swallowing the rest of the liquid until the bottle is all empty. You can catch a glimpse of his Adam's apple this way and it makes you stir in your seat. Calm the fuck down.

“No confessing feelings? No kissing and touching?” he asks, tilting his head. His expression is stern, his piercing gaze is pinning you to the wall behind you.

“Nothing of that,” you instantly reply.

“Good.” He smirks. “So, what does this mean for our contract?”

“It keeps going,” you answer.

He clicks his tongue, “You’re a fast learner, princess.”

Minho takes care of the dishes—not taking long thanks to the fact you brought takeout tonight—while he tells you to get comfortable on his couch. You’ve been wondering why he always opts for this piece of furniture when he has a perfectly fine working bed. But you don’t question it. Maybe he’s sensitive about it. He drops down next to you on the sofa, scooting a little closer this time, the respectful space between you shrinking every time the two of you meet here.

You can see it in his eyes, there’s excitement swirling inside them, and you’re kinda glad about the fact that he isn’t mad at you for yesterday and everything. On top of that, you’re grateful about Hyunjin wanting to take things slower because it leaves you more time with Minho and–

Wait, what?

No, we are not going down that road, Y/N. It’s just your hormones messing with you and your pussy clenching a little whenever you think about how you were lying on your back last night on this exact sofa, your legs parted for the man who’s in this room with you right now, while he was roughly thrusting his fingers inside of you, scissoring you open until you were gushing all over him.

“Any wishes for this evening?”

He drags you out of your daydreams and you dearly hope he hasn’t noticed. But heat rushes to your face, your expression probably has turned fully into showing how flustered you get around him. Fuck. He shouldn’t have this effect on you at all.

But you do have an idea for tonight’s lesson or whatever you wanna call it. You’ve realised—especially when reminiscing about the date you went on with Hyunjin—that Minho has almost turned into an expert of making you come, whereas you haven’t even touched him yet. And therefore aren’t prepared at all for any possible encounters with your actual crush.

“I wanna make you come tonight,” you blurt out.

One of Minho’s eyebrows immediately snaps open and so does one side of his mouth, when he lets out, “Oh?”

You’ve expected him to tease you a bit more but what you don’t know yet is that he’s been dreaming about exactly this for some time, no, years now. Not just the fact that you will be taking care of his most primal needs but also the thought of you asking him to do exactly this.

“Y-Yeah, you promised to show me how to pleasure a… a man b-but the other nights so far it was you who… you know,” you explain, turning a bit shy now and this just arouses him even more.

If there wasn’t a blanket laid across his lap, you’d already see the outlines of his covered but hardening cock. God, who is the virgin again? No one has ever managed to make him get this turned on so quickly just with some words. But the simple image of your pretty hand or mouth wrapped around his cock, stroking him until he reaches his high plays evil games with his mind. It’s not just that his corruption kink gains a lot from this, it’s also the sole fact it’s you who’s offering it to make him come. No, who wants to learn how to make him come and Minho is glad to be teaching you.

“Hm, you’re right. Third time’s a charm,” he replies, before he scoots a bit closer. “You wanna take the lead this time, baby?”

Baby. The name shoots a sensation right to your lower stomach, as you feel arousal drip into your panties.

“Yes,” you say with a confident voice all while you’re growing nervous on the inside.

Minho’s fingers seize around your wrist, before he pulls you closer and into his lap in one go. It feels just like two days ago, when he had you straddling him and riding his thigh until you came undone for him. You can see it in his eyes, he’s waiting for you to make the first move, slowly leaning back.

“Come on, princess. Show me what you’ve got,” he whispers. The palms of his hands are attached to your waist, dragging you toward him until his mouth is only an inch separated from your own. You can feel his breath lingering on your skin and you swear you can see his eyes turn ten shades darker.

“Kiss me,” he says and that’s all you need to crash your lips into his.

A tiny whine slips out of you but it gets muffled by Minho. Your mouth against his feels as if this is anatomically meant to be, as if your bodies were put on this planet to find each other but deep down you know it’s because you’ve been kissing him for the third day in a row. Of course it’s just a matter of time until you get used to it and become an expert.

You find yourself grinding on top of him just like last Sunday but this time he pushes his own legs apart and reaches for your hand.

“Do you want this?” Minho asks in between kisses and you hastily nod. “Yes. I do. Please, show me.”

He chuckles against your mouth, before he takes the lead this time when he seals your lips with his own. His tongue slips in, dancing around with yours. One of your favourite things to do with him. It just feels hypnotising. Every touch. Every kiss. Every move he makes puts you in full trance, it’s insane. Insanely mesmerising.

One of your hands lands on his chest, feeling how firm he is despite the shirt that’s covering his upper body. You let it travel further down and you swear you can feel Minho smirk because of how eager you are. Your palm passes his navel, his stomach and wanders even further south until it comes to a halt. He knows it’s just that you’re nervous about doing anything wrong—which is ridiculous, really, Minho knows he’ll like anything you do and he’s here to teach you after all. So, he gives you a little nudge by saying, “Touch me.”

You nod, a giggle spilling from your lips, before your hand lands on his crotch. Feeling him through his gray—yes, you heard it correctly—sweatpants, you try to wrap your hand around him as much as you can, hindered by the fabric that’s covering his growing erection. He already feels big despite being fully clothed and you wonder how he—perhaps at some point—is supposed to fit inside your pussy.

“You wanna go further?” he asks you, before he reaches for a strand of hair that’s dangling in front of your face and tugs it behind your ear. Your heart skips a beat and you curse yourself for becoming so weak this easily.

“Yeah, I do,” you say.

“Then, pull them off,” he replies and his eyes look down at his pants. You get the hint, bringing both your hands to the hem of the clothing and in an instant, you slide them down his thighs. His boxers are still hiding his dick but there’s not a lot left to your imagination when you see his tent. You gulp and he has to hide another one of those smirks. Fuck, you look so adorable. It’s so cute how shy you get and he can’t wait to ruin you at some point, have you bouncing on his cock while his hands are gripping your hips and he’s whispering sinful words right into your ear, all while you struggle not to come again and again.

But this has to wait for now. You’re doing this step by step. No matter how far you want to go tonight, he won’t allow more than a handjob. Both because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you and take your excitement for granted but also because he wants to stretch the time he’s got with you and crave you more by feeding you small bites instead of the full five course meal at once.

“You ready?” he asks and you reply by getting rid of his remaining material, too. When Minho slips out of his boxers, you notice he’s still wearing his shirt. It’s a good thing he’s leaving it on—so that you don’t lose your mind completely—but also a pity you don’t get to see his muscular chest again tonight. However, you’re far too distracted anyway when his big cock springs free, standing upright, the tip leaking precum.

Minho reaches for your hand, guiding it towards his length and you wrap your fingers around it. He places his own on top of them, helping you with the first few motions. Your hand is moving up and down, squeezing him a little but not too much until he applies more pressure with his own hand that’s attached to yours.

“Yeah, baby, like that,” he breathes, slightly throwing his head back. Just in case that there’s gonna be a mess—well there definitely is gonna be one and probably a lot sooner than what he has anticipated—Minho pulls his shirt over his head, freeing himself. There’s something about this scene, how you’re still fully clothed and he’s entirely naked that just keeps him going. Usually, he prefers it the other way around but it seems as if Minho is exploring new sides of himself when he’s with you.

“You can go a bit faster,” he encourages you and you do as you’re told, keeping your eyes on him at any time.

“Fuck, that feels good, princess. Keep going.”

You’ve never realised that you’d love it when a man would be this vocal but Minho’s whimpers and the way he’s begging for more sounds like the sweetest melody to your ears. You soon become an expert at stoking him, squeezing his cock just the right way when your hand goes up and down and up and down again.

Judging by the way his facial expression shifts and his eyebrows are scrunched together, you know it won’t take him long to reach his climax. He’s panting, breathing out your name and praising you with no end. You hope this moment won’t ever stop. If Hyunjin reacts the same way when you’re gonna be intimate with him for the first time, you’re gonna be so proud of yourself.

“Fuck,” Minho groans, “a little more. Shit. You’re such a good girl. Keep going, keep going. Yeah, just like that, just–“

Hot white ropes shoot out of him, coating his stomach and spilling over your hand, while you continue with your movements but automatically slow down a bit. Minho keeps moaning, his mouth parted and his eyes closed, until he comes down again and reaches for your hand, stopping your motions.

“I knew you were a quick learner,” he chuckles, before he tells you to get up and rushes to the bathroom to get a towel.

You have to hold back a mixture of the brightest smile and absolute confusion when Minho leads you to the door of his apartment. However, you feel insanely proud of yourself that you actually made him come. Minho, of all people. That one man who never shows any emotion came undone and moaned right into your ears as if it’s his fucking mantra because you pleasured him this good. Your ego is gonna be at the size of his own soon if this agreement keeps going like that.

“Is this the only jacket you brought with you?” the man in question asks when he sees you put on the piece of clothing.

“Yeah, why?”

He reaches for a sweater on his chair that he gives you. “The temperature has dropped down a lot. It’s only spring, Y/N. It’s still cold once the sun is down, you know?”

You nod and take the piece of cosy fabric before you put it on. He has given you a sweater that he must have worn before considering it smells like him—driving you crazy but you try to ignore it—because Minho is so organised, he probably has fresh clothes inside his closet but you don’t say anything. For some reason, you like it this way. It’s wrong, yes. So fucking wrong. Because you’re in love with Hyunjin and Minho is just here to help you with your little lack of sexual experience. Nothing more. But the atmosphere between the two of you becomes more and more domestic and comfortable.

“Shall we?” he asks, opening the door for you.

You follow behind him and he closes it again. There’s not much talking when he brings you home, the subway staying rather silent except for a few glances between you two that you can’t quite interpret yet. When you arrive at your station, you tell Minho he should go home but he makes sure to bring you to the entrance door of your apartment building. Only when he’s watched you walk inside, he leaves, with his heart heavy as stone.

It’s similar for you—confusion is what describes your current state the best and a little bit of guilt that you shouldn’t have. Hyunjin didn’t tell you to not meet up with anyone else, after all. You’re sure he’s kissed and probably even fucked a bunch of other women when he was in Paris and perhaps even might do the same now that he’s back. You know how he is, after all. During the time when he started dating the last girlfriend he had—over a year ago—he was going to parties and having one night stands with other people too. Just when they started becoming something more serious, he stopped.

But you don’t know where you are on that line when it comes to serious things with Hyunjin. You wish he would have talked more to you about it without you having to tell him, Hey, you know what, I’m still absolutely in love with you but your friend Minho is teaching me how to make men come so I can be a better lover for you once we decide to get closer. Cool, right?

Yeah, still absolutely ridiculous.

You push those thoughts aside, knowing you can’t change anything right now anyway. Entering the apartment, you find Felix and Jisung sprawled out on the couch but they are so occupied in a round of video games that you sneak straight into your bedroom.

When you reach for your phone to charge it after this long day, you notice you must have received a message when you were on the subway with Minho.

[ Areum ]: Hey, Y/N. ☺️ When do you have classes tomorrow? How about we meet on campus for breakfast? I really enjoy talking to you and would love to get to know you better. But no pressure, we can always reschedule if it’s too spontaneous! I hope you had a great rest of your day and ate well. Take care and sweet dreams 🤍

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Sweet Thing {s.c.}

9 “ That feels good…” 14 “Spread your legs, sweet thing.” 33 “Please, just let me come!"

Changbin x afab!reader | trope: strangers to lovers, regular hookup turns serious | smut | wordcount: 1.8k

Synopsis: You know nothing about the hot guy you've been hooking up with for months. You're not even sure about his name. Obviously, you need to change that. In the middle of sex is probably not the right time, but so what?!

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Smut Tags: Porn with Plot | Explicit Sexual Content | Making Out | Hook-up in Bathroom | Bathroom Sex | Fingering (reader rec.) | Oral (reader rec.) | Edging | Overstimulation | Teasing | Some Dirty Talk | Slight Praise Kink | Dom/Sub Undertones (Dom!Changbin) | Mirror Sex

Note: Well, I don't know what to say for myself. The prompt event happened in March/April 2022. And here I am, 2 years later. Some requested prompts are still in my inbox, and I do think I will write something for each eventually. For now, please enjoy this one :) Also, thanks @jl-micasea-fics for letting me use your prompts. I know it's been two years, but still, credit where its due ;)

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“Spread your legs, sweet thing.”

Against every fibre in your body, you disobey and further the distance to the unbelievably attractive man instead. Much to his dismay.

“Hey,” he tilts your gaze towards himself by the touch of your jaw. A sweet gesture, seeing you were heavily making out seconds before. “What’s going on?”

Hidden away in the small bathroom of your favourite bar, you find yourself perched on the counter. Most definitely the product of the alcohol intoxicating your system.

“Sorry—” you excuse yourself, wiping your hands down the sides of face. “I’m good. Let’s keep going.”

Expecting him to continue where you had left of, you’re surprised to find him leaning against the wall. “Not until you tell me what’s going on in that stunning head of yours.”

A light blush spreads over your cheeks towards your ears and your lip wanders between your teeth. Because the reason for your distraction is so stupid.

“It’s just, we’ve been doing this for a while.” Hooking up at this very bar every weekend for the past few months. For the life of you, you can’t remember how it even started. Possibly with a conversation and his hand on your thigh. Probably with a few shots while celebrating your birthday. “And I don’t know anything about you.”

“Which hasn’t been a problem until now. So, where’s this coming from?”

The first few times were fun. Hooking up in the bathroom, words limited to the absolute necessary. If anything, it made it even hotter. Being with a stranger whose name you hardly remember. But then the comments started. You don’t know which of your friend was the first to say something. It might have been Seungmin, questioning how you could keep hooking up weekly without knowing the first thing about him.

And now you can’t shake the comment out of you if you try. The voice is a constant tenant of your metaphorical head-apartment. Living rent-free.

“My friends. They’ve been asking questions about you. None of which I can answer.” Which is stupid, because it shouldn’t matter. What matters is the incredibly handsome and muscular guy in front of you. Changbin— you think.

You’re surprised when he doesn’t laugh at or dismiss their concern. “Okay, then. Let’s do it.”

Cocking an eyebrow, you look down at his hands as they begin travelling up your thighs again. Leaving goosebumps as they burn into your skin.

“Do what?”

“Get to know each other. Might as well play 21 questions while we’re at it.”

His lips brush against your jaw before he urges them against your neck. Checking the quickening of your pulse as he licks at the veins.

“Come on. Hit me.”

But you can’t think. His touches are a true distraction, moans tumbling out of your mouth as you finally spread your legs for him. He slots between them, fitting like the last piece of a puzzle.

“You do know how 21 questions works, right?”

His hands grope at your flesh, pulling you closer until you can feel him against your most sensitive part. Why’d you have to speak up? He could have been inside you by now, but you had to open your stupid mouth.

“Yeah— Just— Can’t think.”

“Fine,” he gives in, pulling at your lip as he kisses you. You’re so hot, you wonder whether you’re nursing a fever. “I’ll tell you three things about me, then. Speed things up. ‘S that alright?”

“Please.” You’re begging now, nails digging into the skin of his bulky arms as he’s dragging his clothed crotch against you. “Feels so good.”

“First one.” Changbin pulls your top up over your breasts, freeing your bra. His thick fingers brush against your nipples, forcing a shudder through your body. “I go to the gym five times a week.”

“Obvious—ngh,” you agree turns into a throaty moan as he nibbles at your left breast. Your panties soaked already as you mumble into the night. “Deeper.”

“I’m not even inside you yet.” His chuckle vibrates through your torso. Then he grazes his teeth against your second nipple, and you might as well have lost your head.

“No. Tell me— fuck— tell something deeper. Something not— not everyone knows.”

You’re entering heaven when his hand wanders down your side and towards the hem of your skirt. It wiggles below the fabric, setting flames to your loins. You’re burning from the inside out as this stranger handles your body like he created it himself. Knows how to make you go absolutely insane. And that’s with his clothes still on.

“I call my mom every day.” That definitely fits the category of deep talk. Although, the thought of Changbin’s mother doesn’t exactly fit the moment. “Number three, I’d like to take you out one of these days.”

When the tip of his thumb reaches for your clit, you see the realisation hit his features in real time. You’ve ruined your panties and he can feel it. He has ruined you, and he can see it. From your rolled-back eyes to your tossed-back head. You’re in absolute ecstasy.

Changbin thumbs at your nub, drawing circles with your own wetness. Smirking with pride like a lunatic.

“Your turn, sweet thing. Three things about you, then you get to come.”

No words describe the hatred you feel for yourself when you realise he’s serious. The trajectory of earning your orgasm is as much arousing as it is frustrating. If only you hadn’t said a thing.

“I’m—” You tumble forward as his middle finger enters you. And him? He cocks his head at you, playing confused.

“Sorry? I don’t understand you. Can you speak up?”

Asshole.

“Music,” you mumble, breathless. “I like music. Listening. Making.”

“That’s one. You’re doing so good for me.” A kiss swallows the whine as he enters another finger. Your walls are clenching around him as his thumb practically attacks your clit. It feels so good, but it’s not enough and Changbin knows. “I tell you what. Give me a second, and I’ll give you a third. Sound good?”

You nod, frantic, needing—nay, craving—another one of his fingers.

“I’m good— good at— oh, God.” Hands are clawing at his shirt, the black and red fabric almost ripping from the strength he ignites in you. Your stomach is tensing tight, and he slows down. It’s an alarming promise, Changbin threatening to leave you high and dry if you don’t give him another one. A second fact about yourself. “Maths. I’m good at maths.”

You’re all but howling when he enters a third finger and curls them up against your spot. That’s when you loose the rest of control over your body. None of your movements are under your own command anymore, Changbin’s the sole reason you’re even still sitting upright.

“That’s two. I thought you were good at maths. You’re one short of earning my mouth, sweet thing.”

The promise alone almost makes you fall of the edge. His mouth on you. Coaxing you to your sweet, sweet release. It’s not far, but Changbin is the only one who can make you reach it. You don’t doubt he’ll leave you on the edge if you don’t give him a third fact.

It’s unfortunate that you can’t form coherent sentences anymore. Let alone think of a third fact about yourself. Absolutely pathetic.

“Please—” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stare up at him, begging, pleading. “Please, just let me come.”

“Nuh-uh,” he teases with a smirk. A soft kiss hits your nose, then your lips. “That’s not a fact, sweet thing. Don’t you want to come on my tongue?”

Again, the thought alone has you clenching on his fingers. You’re so full, so close, and yet, can’t think of anything.

Maybe if you copy one of his facts, he won’t notice, right? But what was it he said? Oh, right. Gym, mom, date. But, you don’t go to the gym and you don’t talk to your mom daily.

“So, what is it?”

“Date!” you blurt out and he looks confused. “Take me out.” But that’s a prompt, not a fact, so you correct even further, teetering on the edge of heaven and hell. “I’d like it, I mean.”

Changbin debates for a second whether your words count as a fact. You can tell he wants to tease you some more, relishes in it. Thank God, he decides against it.

A sigh of relief escapes you when he finally leans down, pushes your skirt up and connects his lips to yours. And that’s all it takes.

One second his tongue prods against your clit, the next you’re coming on it.

And come, you do. You’re sure you’re squirting all over his face as he swallows up every bit of your release. Cleans you with his mouth until you’re glistening in spit and overstimulation. It doesn’t seem he wants to leave the space between your thighs and you have to drag him away when it becomes too much.

“Sweet, sweet thing,” he teases with a smile when he comes up, licking his lips. His hair is a mess, likely from your hands tugging at the strands and he looks like sex-on-legs. Cheeks dark pink, lips just as, and eyes blurry from arousal. He’s so, so hot, and you’re heating up again already as he’s kissing your lips with pure passion. “So, about that date…”

“Name a place and a time. I’ll be there.”

He chuckles, pulling you from the counter and turning you around. You will never tire from him, treating you like a doll. Bending and breaking you as he pleases. Those damn muscles flex as his arms wrap around your body and he pushes you up against the sink.

“We’ll get there. In fact…” he pulls your skirt over your asscheeks, giving them a delicious squeeze as he hums. Next thing you know, he frees his cock, reaching into his jeans to pull out a condom. And you wonder how Changbin is still so hot while wrapping himself in the latex. “How about you come three more times.”

You gulp at the thought, finding him in the mirror.

“One for a time and one for a place.”

That’s only two. You’re good at maths, or at least you think you are. Changbin might have fucked that brain right out of you.

“And the last one— one— fuck, you’re tight,” he praises as he enters you from behind.

Once he bottoms out, he collects himself, flicking your nipples as he watches you through the glass. And yet again, you’re a chaotic mess in his hands. With your head thrown back against his chest, you’re sent straight back to your own personal nirvana.

That’s when Changbin finishes his prior statement, a proud smirk glued to his face. “The last one’s simply for good measure.”

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Stray Kids Kinktober Day 8

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Breeding - Bang Chan

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Summary: Your family’s yearly vacation is here and once again, you’re single. To avoid having your dating life be poked and prodded by your relatives, you decide to turn your best friend for a little help. Everyone already knows him! What’s the worst that could happen if he pretends to be your boyfriend for the week?

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“It’s going to be a disaster,” you lament, leaning your head back over your couch. Your coffee mug gripped tightly in your hand.

A random movie is playing on your TV, but neither you nor your best friend are paying attention.

“It will not,” Chan chides and nudges your arm with his elbow.

He sips his own drink slowly, watching you throw your arm over your eyes.

“Yes it will! Every year my family goes on this vacation to the mountains, and every year I’m reminded that I’m the only single adult in the family.”

You sigh.

“You’re not the only single one, what about your cousin?”

“He started dating someone about a month after last year’s vacation. They’re still together, so she’s coming on the trip.” Your tone switches to something less dramatic. “She’s lovely, by the way, you’d like her. Very friendly.”

Chan laughs. “So, you’re single and alone there, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s your family. ”

“They make fun of me the whole time! And if I do anything my mom doesn’t like, she’ll go ‘this is why you don’t have a boyfriend, Y/N.’ Ugh!”

“Aren’t there only four ‘older’ cousins?”

“Yes, and I’m the only single one above the age of seventeen. I’m twenty four and I am going to die alone.”

Your arm drops from your eyes and you stare up at the ceiling.

The air in your apartment is warm and comfortable. Candles burn on the table beside you, filling the house with a pleasant warm cinnamon scent.

It was always one of Chan’s favorites.

“How long until the trip?” he asks.

“Next weekend.”

“Not enough time for a dating app, huh?”

You force a laugh, “No. Can you imagine? ‘Coffee was great! You wanna come on a week-long vacation with me and my giant, loud family?’ They would run for the hills.”

“Your family is great and you know it.”

“I know, they’re just… obnoxiously close, that’s all. I love them, don’t get me wrong.” Your arm slides off your eyes and you stare up at the ceiling. “But if I need to listen to my aunt nitpick my appearance in passive aggressive ways to ‘help’, I might kill myself.”

Chan takes a long sip of his drink. “They’re not that bad.”

You roll your eyes. “They love you so much, what would you know? Every time I bring you around them I always get tons of questions afterwards about you. I think my cousin is in love with you.”

“Which one?”

“Lily.”

“She’s twelve.”

“Twelve and in love with you.”

Both of you sit in silence for a moment. Chan’s attention slides back to the TV. He’s looking at it, but he’s not absorbing what’s really playing.

Same with you, you’re too busy wrapped up in your thoughts when an idea hits you all of a sudden.

“That’s it!” you yell, sitting up straight. Your voice startles Chan and he almost spills his drink all over your couch.

“What? What’s it?” he asks quickly, checking his pants to make sure nothing spilled.

“You can come with me!”

“You want me to go on your family’s yearly vacation in place of a boyfriend?”

“I want you to come on my family’s yearly vacation as my boyfriend.”

Chan’s head snaps over to you, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. You’re already looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, Chan!” you beg before he has a chance to say no. “Please, please, please!” you repeat over and over again.

Placing your coffee on the table, you crawl closer to him on the couch, begging over and over again.

“They already love you so much! It would be so easy ! Plus, it’s all expenses paid! It’s a free vacation to a lake house in the mountains with your best friend!”

“Felix isn’t going.” Chan teases.

You whine and grab his free hand. “No, me! Your best friend! Pretty please Chan! I’ll owe you big time!”

He stares at you for a long moment, thinking it through in his head. You’re staring at him with big, pleading, sparkly eyes. He’s never been able to say no to that look.

He sucks his teeth, head cocking to the side for a second. The hand in yours twitches and he holds it, like a faux-shake.

“Fine,” he says. “But, you owe me dinner.”

Squealing, you throw your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He wraps his beverage-free hand around you and hugs you back. “You’re seriously the best, thank you!”

“I know, I know. Now can we please finish the movie?”

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The trunk to your car slams shut, Chan dusts his hands off and then rests them on his hips.

“You look like a dad,” you tell him while coming up to the car with your backpack slung over your shoulder.

“A dad who packed the trunk of your car perfectly.” He eyes the backpack on your shoulder. “That goes in the backseat. I’m not opening the trunk again.”

Giggling, you open the backdoor and toss it in.

“Can you drive?” you ask, batting your eyelashes. “You know how much I hate driving.”

Chan sighs and holds his hand out for the keys.

“You’re the best!” you cheer and toss them to him.

“Yeah, you keep saying that.” Chan rolls his eyes and ducks into the driver’s side of the car. “Do you have the address?”

You duck inside the car and start typing on your phone. “I should have it in my texts, one sec.”

Scrolling through your phone, you try to find the text that your aunt sent you with the address. Your family has rented the same AirBnb every year since you were fourteen and yet you could never remember the address of the place.

As you’re searching for it, a phone call from your mom comes in.

“Oh, hold on.” You say to Chan and hit the answer button.

“Hey, ma!” you greet into the phone.

“Hey, sweetie! Are you on your way yet?”

“We just got into the car, actually. We’re about to leave.”

“I thought you would’ve left an hour ago.”

“Chan got held up at work, actually. Not his fault.”

At the mention of his name, Chan perks up and looks over at you, listening to the phone call intently.

“Ah, gotcha. I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me you two finally started dating.”

“Yeah, well, it’s still kinda new,” you lie through your teeth. You look up and make eye contact with Chan. “We only became official about…”

His eyes widen and he looks around panicked. Quickly, he holds up three fingers.

“About three week-”

He moves about wildly.

“Months! Three months ago! Sorry, I’m a little distracted putting all the bags in the car.”

Chan reacts to your lie comically, his chin jutting forward, head cocking to the side. You wave him off silently. Your mother doesn’t seem to clock your panic about the situation.

“I always saw how the two of you looked at each other, it was only a matter of time, really.”

A blush crawls up your neck and turns your ears and cheeks red. Chan looks down at his lap and coughs nervously, a blush of his own making its way onto his skin.

“Anyway, we better get going, mom! You know how talking on the phone while driving is illegal and all.”

“Make Chan drive! He’s the boyfriend.”

“You’re so right… And he should do so without putting up a fuss.”

Chan motions down to himself, as if to say ‘I’m already the one in the driver’s seat’. You wave him off again, trying to focus on your mother’s voice.

“Okay, okay, I’ll see you soon, but I expect some questions to be answered when I see you, Y/N!” Her voice is teasing, but it makes your blood run cold.

“Of course, mom. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Bye, love you!”

You don’t give her a chance to answer you before you hang up.

The silence in the car is so loud, the air is so still.

“So,” you say slowly. “We need to come up with a backstory, huh?”

“It seems so.”

Another bout of silence.

Neither of you are looking at each other, you’re both facing forward, staring out the windshield.

“I’ll uh… find the address.”

“Yeah.”

You clear your throat awkwardly and scroll through your phone. Chan waits a second before starting the car.

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Chan turned one of the final corners of the trip onto the street.

“Our first date?” he asks.

“Coffee at the cafe by my apartment.”

“Second date?”

“Movies, we saw Barbie. We went out to eat afterwards. A diner.”

“When did we become official?”

“Three months ago. May 6th. You asked me after our third date.”

“And?”

“You kissed me at my door.”

“Good.”

You both pause for a moment.

“How come I can’t be the one that kissed you?” you tease him.

Chan laughs out loud and turns the car into the driveway. “As if you would ever make the first move.”

You look at him incredulously. “I so would! You’re the one who gets too nervous to do anything. I say I kissed you, not the other way around.”

“No way, I kissed you.”

Chan puts the car into park.

“Absolutely not. I kissed you first.” you reply.

“Keep dreaming. I walked you to your door, we stood there and talked for a minute. You went to walk inside, but I stopped you and kissed you.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt.

“No, after we talked, there was an awkward silence and I could see how nervous you were and how you kept looking at my lips. So, I took the first step and kissed you.”

Grabbing the door handle, you wrench it open before Chan could issue a rebuttal again.

He calls your name from inside the car and lets out a loud groan afterwards.

“You can’t have all the firsts, now can you?” you call back, walking around to the trunk.

The front door to the house rips open and two of your little cousins come tearing out of the house with happy smiles.

“Y/N! Y/N!” they both call out, sprinting up to you.

Leaning down, you scoop both of them up into a hug with both arms, giving them an equally excited hello. Both of them hug you tightly.

They’re five and nine years old, girl and boy– the youngest of the cousins.

“Look who else I brought with me,” you giggle and look over at Chan, who was watching you from the side of the car. The door still opened, his arm leaning on the top.

Both of their tiny gazes turn towards him and just like that, you’re forgotten about.

“Chan!” They both cheer and run at him full tilt.

He wraps both of them up in his strong arms and picks them off the ground.

“Hello, you two!” he coos and gives them both kisses on their heads.

Something twinges within your heart seeing him interact with the two of them that way, it goes through you like an arrow. His brown eyes are so warm and sparkly holding your two little cousins close to him.

A genuine, bright smile pulled across his beautiful face.

Chan steps away from the car and puts them on the ground, they both complain. “Come on, I need to help Y/N with the bags. I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I made her carry them all by herself.”

Your heart thuds again. Boyfriend.

The two kids groan and give in, running back into the house, telling everyone of your arrival.

Chan watches them for a moment before turning to look at you with a sheepish smile. You smile back and knock twice on the hood of your car.

“Come on then, boyfriend. These bags won't carry themselves.”

He laughs and grabs the bags from the trunk, arguing with you when you try to lift some of the heavier bags. Well, you weren’t going to argue about carrying something if you didn’t need to.

The cold air conditioned house was a familiar sight when you walked through the front door. One of your aunts was near the entrance when you first came in.

“Y/N, Chan, you’re here! We have you both in the room down here, I hope that’s okay.” she says, pointing to the room down the hall. It’s one of only three bedrooms on the first floor.

“Yeah! That’s totally fine, thank you.”

You smile and walk to the room, dropping your bags down on the bed.

The singular bed in the room.

Chan follows you inside the room with your bags, plopping them down on the floor by the door. You turn to look at him, he’s staring at the bed, most likely thinking the same thing that you are.

He closes the door behind you both.

“I didn’t think about this part.” you say quietly just in case someone was outside the door.

He shrugs. “Just don’t hog the blankets,” he jokes. Chan brushes it off so easily.

What you don’t know is his heart is racing just as much as yours is. His mouth has gone completely dry and he had to gulp down some nerves before jesting with you.

It’s just a bed, right? Both of you can share a bed, no problem. Not at all.

The two of you have fallen asleep on the couch together before. But, it’s not quite the same as sharing a bedroom for the next week.

“I didn’t think you would need any blankets since you’re a human space heater.” You open your one bag and pull out a few smaller things.

“You’re just jealous because you’re cold all the time.” Chan stands on the other side of the bed, plugging his phone charger into the wall.

“I’m not cold all the time.”

“You’re in a sweatshirt and it’s eighty five degrees outside.”

“We had the air conditioning on in the car.”

There’s a few knocks on the bedroom door. “Dinner!”

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Contrary to what you both originally thought, your family did not grill the two of you interrogation style about your relationship. Instead, you were met with a lot of “It was only a matter of time”.

Each time one of your family members said something along those lines, both you and Chan would grow extremely shy, faces flushing and hearts racing.

Dinner was held in the back room attached to the large kitchen, a long dining table sat in the room, benches full of your family members lined it.

There were so many of you: eight cousins, three aunts, two uncles, two parents, one sister, one brother in law, one grandmother.

This was not the first time Chan had been around your extremely large family, not at all. He’s around you all the time, especially when he can’t go home to Australia for holidays. You always invite him to your family celebrations, and each time he’s more than thrilled to be there.

Everyone was so happy that he was there; part of you thinks they’re happier to see him than you.

Dinner came and went, it was filled with laughter and stories, like it usually is. Your dad and his brothers all teased one another, bringing up stories of being young in the 70’s and 80’s.

“Let’s do a movie night!” One of your younger cousins turns to her older brother. “You’ve been promising me that we would watch Star Wars.”

“You want to watch Star Wars tonight?” he replies.

“Yes, please! Cousins movie night!" She cheers and grabs her plate. “We can set the couches up like last year!”

Chan leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Movie night?”

“There’s a den upstairs with a couple couches, we push them together to make a giant bed and all watch movies at night. Very common L/N Family Activity on vacation.” you answer, leaning closer to him. “The adults usually go to bed and all the cousins watch movies.”

“Sounds exciting.”

Both of you chuckle and smile at one another. His dimples showing. You two seem to be in your own little bubble.

Chan’s leaning so close his body heat is radiating through your clothes. The fabric of his shirt is brushing against your bare arm.

“You’ll find that there’s a certain schedule to each day, breakfast, play down at the lake, lunch, back to the lake, get ready for dinner, eat dinner, movie time.”

“I think I can get used to that.”

“You better.”

A throat clears by you. Your aunt is looking at the two of you with a playful smile. “Are you both going to help clean up or what?”

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“Dibs on sitting next to Y/N!” One of your little cousins calls out after you all finished pushing the couches together.

“No, I want to sit next to her!” Another yells out.

The youngest runs up and throws his arms around your hips, hugging you close to him. Both arms don’t make it around you all the way.

“No, me!”

You laugh and ruffle his hair. He holds you tighter and it knocks you off balance slightly.

“Come on, hon, you got to sit next to me at dinner, let someone else have a turn.” you coo down to him.

“No!” he pouts and hugs you tighter. You grimace and try to pry his arms off you.

Chan comes out of nowhere and picks your cousin off the ground in one fell swoop. “How about me, huh?” he teases and tickles your cousin with his one free hand.

Your cousin starts giggling like crazy.

“Don’t I get to sit next to my girlfriend?” he jokes and tickles him even more.

The biggest smile stretches over your face, heart warming once more.

Chan drops your cousin onto the couches, he bounces a bit, still laughing.

The tickle torture continues now that both of Chan’s hands are free. Giggles turn into cackles.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t fight the smile on your face and the feeling that stirs in your stomach. Are you ovulating? You have to be. There’s no other explanation for the flutter within your chest.

He just looks so natural like that. The teasing looked adorable.

It wasn’t until one of your older cousins came into the room before your gaze was taken away from Chan.

“Lovesick, eh?” he says in your ear.

“Oh, shut up.” You hit him in the arm.

“I know that look anywhere, Y/N. You can’t fool me.” He laughs and then walks to take his spot on the big couch huddle with his girlfriend.

Chan picks your little cousin up by the ankle and starts dragging him around. Both of their laughter was music to your ears.

“Okay, okay! Move time!” You call out to the two of them. Chan looks over at you immediately with the goofiest grin on his face.

Your little cousin groans.

“Give me my boyfriend back,” you tease and climb onto the couch.

After several minutes of figuring out seating and finding the movie on the TV, everyone was finally settled.

Chan sat directly next to you, his arm on the back of the couch behind you. Both of your legs stretched out in front of you and a shared blanket draped over you both.

The opening title sequence of Star Wars starts playing and silence falls over your cousins for the first time since you got there.

Absent-mindedly, Chan’s fingers lightly brush over the skin of your exposed shoulder from behind you. They trace small shapes lightly.

You can’t even focus on the movie in front of you, Chan’s touch is too distracting.

Your sister and her fiance sat on the other side of you. She leaned over and whispered in your ear about twenty minutes into the movie.

“You can cuddle with your boyfriend, you know.”

A flush crawls up your neck. “Yeah, of course I know that. I just didn’t want to–”

Chan must’ve heard her, his hand closes over your shoulder and brings you closer to him. Your body turns into his, head tucked underneath his chin. His body warmth seeps into you as soon as you press into him.

The cherry on top is when he presses a kiss to the crown of your hair before resting his chin on top of your head. A shockwave of goosebumps ripples through your body.

Thinking you were chilly, Chan wraps his other arm around you and holds you even closer.

Well, if he’s playing the part.

You intertwine your legs with his underneath the blanket. His heart jumps in his chest and he has to fight the urge to press another kiss into your hair.

Chan knew he was pushing his luck with the first one, but it just felt so natural, he couldn’t help himself. Every single time the two of you touch, he instinctually takes it further into a romantic zone.

Previously, he would restrain himself from advancing these moments with you, but now? He doesn’t need to hold himself back. He can let his body react naturally.

The movie continues on, whenever a younger cousin would ask any questions about the movie, one of the older kids would answer.

Whenever Chan was the one to answer, his voice would rumble deep within his chest. The later it got, the raspier it sounded.

Throughout the movie, you both just got more and more tangled up underneath the blanket. You slid an arm around to rest your hand on Chan’s chest; fingers mindlessly playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

Chan melted into your touch so easily.

In all the years you’ve been close friends, you’ve never been this level of a human pretzel while hanging out. He’s relishing every moment of it. Your shared body heat mingling is intoxicating to him.

He’s such a tactile person, physical touch is definitely his love language.

Chan can’t remember a time he was ever this cozy while watching a movie.

One of his hands moves from your shoulder and into your hair, running his fingers through the strands gently.

Every muscle in your body relaxes when he starts scratching at your scalp lightly. His soft exhales puff out on your head. Normally, this would bother you, but instead you find it soothing.

Both of you were fighting against your eyelids towards the end of the movie. The little kids fell asleep about ten minutes before the credits rolled.

Chan squeezes you tighter for a moment before whispering into your hair, “Time for bed.”

Your heart squeezes. “I gotta help get the little ones to bed.”

“I got it,” he answers. “Go wash up and get to bed. I’ll be downstairs in a few.”

Words can’t even describe how much your heart melts at his words.

Pull it together, Y/N. He’s your fake boyfriend for the week, remember? Not your real one.

It’s Chan – Bang Chan. The same guy who held your hair each time you drank yourself sick in college. The guy who camps out at your dining room table to work because he claims the Wi-Fi is better at your apartment.

Nevertheless, you peel yourself off of him, untangling your limbs and sitting up.

“You’re the best,” you say to him with a sleepy smile.

“I know.”

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Sunlight streams in through the bedroom window and the air conditioning unit continuously hums in the room.

A strong arm squeezing tighter around your body is what drags you out of dreamland.

A searingly hot body is pressed flush against the back of yours; legs tangled up, back to chest, soft exhales blowing into your hair lightly.

The haze of sleep still has your mind in its grip. All you know in that moment is that it’s so cozy, so warm, so nice that you can’t help but press your body backwards into that serene clasp.

The arm tightens again and brings you even closer.

A nose nuzzles further into the back of your head.

Chan, it’s Chan behind you.

You should care. You should be prying his arm off your waist and scooting over away from him.

But you don’t want to. It’s too nice.

It’s so peaceful, you’re about to drift back to sleep when the sound of two separate footsteps run towards your bedroom door.

They’re so loud, it rips you from sleep and you tense up, preparing for impact.

Your bedroom door is practically flung open.

Chan jolts against your body at the noise, his eyes snap open, arm tightening around you even more in a protective manner.

He has about two seconds to get his bearings before both cousins leap onto the bed, yelling at you both to wake up.

Chan releases you and turns over onto his back with a deep groan.

You groan and squint your eyes closed, bringing the covers up over your head.

“Noooo…” you moan out.

Chan laughs and grabs one little cousin closely, hugging her close to his chest. “Are you in here to sleep in bed with us? I sure hope so since it’s still soooo early.”

She giggles and tries to fight against his strong arms. “No!” she cackles. “You have to eat breakfast so we can go swimming down at the lake!”

Your other, more calm, cousin squirms underneath the covers and cuddles up to you. Slinging an arm around him, you keep your eyes closed and try to let your mind drift off again.

This is not the first time he’s done this, and it most likely will not be the last. It breaks your heart thinking about the year he feels like he’s too old to do this.

Chan is practically wrestling with your cousin next to you. She squeals when he turns on his side with her encased in his arms.

“Chaaan!” she giggles.

After a few moments, he lets her go and she clambers off the bed.

“Come on, Chan! Come sit next to me at breakfast!” She pulls on his hand closest to the edge of the bed.

He laughs and turns his head to look at you. You’re fast asleep again with your younger cousin asleep in your arms.

Chan’s heart slams against his ribcage and his stomach does a cartwheel.

Your sleeping face is so peaceful, and the way your little cousin has the same hair color as you had the cogs in his mind turning.

What if that was your kid in your arms, not just a cousin?

What if it was his?

His eyes flicker all over your face.

Something stirs in his mind, shooting down his spine. If it wasn’t for your other little cousin yanking on his arm over and over again, probably would’ve watched you for a few more moments, allowing his mind to roam into dangerous territory.

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“You’re staring.” Your aunt sits next to Chan with a plate full of food.

He’s camped out on the back porch of the cabin. It overlooks the wooden stairs that lead down to the dock hanging over the lake.

You’re lounging out on a floaty, pina colada in your hand– courtesy of him. He had walked it down to you only a few moments ago.

When it was announced that it was lunch time, you told Chan you wanted to work on your tan without worrying about your cousins splashing you every five seconds.

Maybe making you a frozen drink was just an excuse to see your face light up when he brought it to you. Maybe it was an excuse to watch the water droplets slide over your body up close.

Chan clears his throat and tears his eyes off your lazing form. Clearly, he’d been caught staring at your bikini clad form.

She nudges his arm playfully. “Don’t be embarrassed, it would be weirder if you didn’t stare, you know.”

Your family can be so crass sometimes.

Chan laughs and takes a bite of the sandwich on his plate. “It’s just nice to see her relaxing for once.”

“Has she been working herself into the ground again?”

“She never stops.”

Your aunt nods and looks back down at you before taking a bite of her own food. “Also helps that she looks good in that bathing suit.” She pauses. “Damn, your kids will be good looking.”

Chan chokes on his bite of food, his body jerks forward and he slams his fist into his chest to try and get it down.

Your aunt pats him on the back a few times, laughing at his expense.

“What?” She questions with an evil chuckle. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

“We’ve only been together for three months,” he wheezes out, still hitting his chest. The clump of food is sitting in his throat.

“And?”

“It’s too early to think about stuff like that,” he lies through his teeth.

You’re not even his. You’re not. This week will end and you’ll have to go back to just being best friends.

He’ll have to pretend that he wasn’t fake sleeping for the last hour before you woke up just to have his arms around you for a little while longer.

“Please.” Your aunt rolls her eyes and goes back to her food when another family member joins the table.

Chan takes a long swig of water before letting his eyes flicker to you once more. Your free hand hangs down in the water, head tilted back to dip into the cool lake, exposing your long, beautiful neck.

In his swim trunks, his cock twitches and he takes an even bigger drink of water.

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The torture continues endlessly for the two of you.

It’s the fourth night when it’s just you and Chan left awake.

Rain is pouring against the windows outside, the fireplace is lit, TV playing something in the background.

“I’m never going to get to bed.”

“I told you that you shouldn’t have had coffee with dessert,” you tease Chan, nudging his arm.

“Your uncle offered me a cup and I panicked.”

“You don’t even like coffee.”

“I know!” He whined.

You laugh at his expense. “Come on,” you tug on his arm. “You promised you would play pool with me.”

“When did I say that?”

“Literally this morning!”

“Fine, fine.”

He allows you to pull him off the couch with a dorky smile on his face. He loves giving you a hard time for no reason at all.

The pool table sat in the front room, just a few steps away from your bedroom.

Every time the two of you had gone to play pool, other family members would get in the way and pull one of you two in another direction.

Tonight was really the first night you both had to yourselves.

“You break,” you tell him once everything is set up. He nods and lines up his shot. After a second, he hits the cue ball perfectly into the cluster and all the balls scatter along the table, but nothing sinks into the pocket.

“Pity,” you tease him.

“Pity,” he repeats, mocking your tone.

Laughing, you bend over and line up your own shot. From across the table, Chan watches your form bend over, his lip pulling between his teeth mindlessly.

You hit the ball and sink one in.

With a cheer on the quieter side, you look at him with a smirk. He rolls his eyes playfully as you line up another shot.

The game continues just like this for a bit. Both of you going back and forth, missing most shots, but also nailing some good ones.

You’re tied at the end, racing to try and sink the 8-ball before the other person.

Leaning over the table right in front of him, you try and set up your aim.

“Wait,” Chan says quietly before you can pull the pool stick back to take your shot.

He leans down over you, pressing his back into yours, arms coming around you. He guides your aim to hit the cue ball differently.

The entire time, your heart rate is increasing exponentially.

“Just a bit more to the left,” he whispers in your ear. Chills rip down your body and you gulp. His voice sounds so low and sensual.

His hand over yours adjusts with tiny, miniscule movements. He keeps changing the aim a bit to the left, then a bit to the right, like he’s prolonging the contact.

Behind you, his hips are pressed into yours. It’s taking every ounce of willpower and control for him not to get hard in his sweats.

Especially, since in this position, he potentially could–

“Pull back,” he rasps. You follow his instructions immediately. He helps guide the pool stick back, hesitating for a moment. His chest inflates with a deep breath.

He breathes in the smell of your shampoo.

“Shoot,” he exhales.

With his guidance, you both shoot the ball, standing up quickly to watch it bounce off the 8-ball and then sinking into the corner pocket.

You cheer and jump up, turning around to face him directly.

“Take that!”

When you turned to face him, he hadn’t backed away yet. You’re practically nose to nose with Chan. A gasp catches in your throat from his proximity.

And yet, he still doesn’t back away. He continues to stare at you, his eyes dart from yours, down to your lips, then back up to your eyes again.

“Y/N,” he breathes out.

You swallow nervously and hold his eye contact.

Chan’s jaw clenches once, his hands ball into fists at his sides. Every single ounce of constraint is being tested within his body right now.

Cracks are going up the dam of his self control.

You’re not moving away; why aren’t you moving away from him?

He watches your eyes flicker down to his lips once and that’s all it takes for his mind to snap.

Chan lunges forward, grabbing your face with both of his hands and smashing your lips together. You let out a surprised noise against his mouth, your pool stick clattering to the ground.

Every bit of pent up aggression from the last few days is poured into the first kiss.

His hands aren’t on your face for long. He can’t keep still, sliding them all over your body; into your hair, down your sides, grabbing your hips, he’s everywhere.

“Fuck,” he growls against your lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N. Shit.”

Even though he’s apologizing, he can’t stop himself. He can’t stop slotting his lips over yours, devouring your very being.

Chan’s eyebrows are pinched together painfully. He’s pinning your body against the pool table with his hips.

You grab at his shirt and pull him closer.

“Shut up,” you say in between heated kisses.

“But I–”

“Shut up.” Your tongue runs over his bottom lip and his mind whites out. Every rebuttal fell from his mind, through the floor and into the Earth.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face even closer to yours as he licks into your mouth. With each turn of your heads, your noses brush against one another.

Chan runs his hands down your body and grabs underneath your thighs, picking you up and placing you on the pool table.

Your legs part and he stands in between them, never leaving your lips once.

As he runs his hands up your legs, he squeezes your bare thighs every few inches. It makes your core clench and body tingle.

Your fingers run up through his hair, grabbing tightly and pulling. Chan moans into your mouth and moves his hands to grab at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.

“Chan,” you whisper on his lips. He responds with a grunt. “Need you.”

God.

His hands fly to your legs again, grabbing you by the knees, he yanks your hips forward. Your clothed core comes into direct contact with his erection.

“I can give you exactly what you need, baby.” he nips your lip with his teeth. “I can take good care of you, yeah?”

Trailing his fingers up, he toys with the waistband of your shorts. At the same time, he moves his kisses down your neck. You tilt your head back to give him more access.

“Wanna take these off, babygirl?” he moans when you roll your hips into his.

“Yes, please.” you hiss in response.

Lifting your hips, he grabs the fabric and slides it down your legs, tossing them onto the floor with the forgotten pool stick.

Kisses trail lower and lower down your neck as he lowers to the ground.

Chan pulls away to kneel onto the ground.

His eyes are heated and strong when they meet yours. A dark scarlet color covers his cheeks and down his neck, disappearing into his sleeveless shirt.

Both of his hands grab at your thighs when he looks down at your glistening cunt. You’re absolutely soaking wet by now.

Since the moment he helped you line up your shot, you felt your panties dampening.

Wasting no time, Chan leans forward and runs his tongue from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the top, swirling around your clit and sucking gently.

Your hand flies up to cover your mouth, the other rests on the table behind you to keep your balance.

He repeats the action again, this time with more fervor and you squint your eyes shut, head tossing back from the pleasure that rips down your spine like a zipper.

Chan’s hands tighten around your thighs, eyes staring up at you and studying each reaction closely.

You taste so fucking good. He can’t get enough of you. His tongue greedily scoops up your juices, licking around your clit to feel you grind into his face.

His cock throbs with each moan, each whine that makes it through your fingers held tightly over your mouth.

After one long suck on your clit, Chan dips his tongue inside you, licking at your walls. Your eyes roll back into your head, the hand over your mouth flies down to grip at his hair.

He can’t help but smirk into your folds.

Every single moan is music to his ears.

Slowly, he inches his fingers over and when he moves his tongue up to your clit, he slides a finger into you, immediately curling it up to hit that spongy spot inside you.

“Jesus fuck–!” you cry out as quiet as you can manage.

It doesn’t slip your mind that you’re quite literally in a house full of relatives who could wake up and come into the front room at any moment and see the two of you.

But the fear just adds an extra layer of arousal to you.

“Does that feel good, babygirl?” Chan mutters into your cunt. “Does it feel good to have my fingers inside you?”

He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, those brown eyes studying you like a predator studies prey.

You bite your lip, eyes closed, and nod your head.

Chan adds a second finger and your head tosses back again. He can feel you clench down hard on his fingers when he licks your clit in long, even strokes.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body.

“Chan,” you whine.

“Yeah, baby?” he teases, licking up slowly, the pace of his fingers is equally as slow. But, regardless of the pace, he’s still coaxing you towards the edge of an orgasm. It’s building slowly, you can feel it in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit,” you buck your hips into his face when he does one particularly hard thrust.

“Use your words, little girl.” He bites your thigh and then goes back to your folds. You clench around him hard at the name.

How are you supposed to use your words when your voice keeps getting caught in your throat? When every time you think you can open your mouth, a sultry moan tumbles out.

“N-Need you,” you manage to strain out.

A devilish smile pulls at his lips. He begins to thrust faster with his fingers, licking your clit quicker.

“Need me?” He asks in between licks. “You need me?”

Veins are popping in your neck from straining to keep your voice down.

“Yes, fuck!” You hiss out. “ I need you.”

In between his legs, Chan can feel his cock weeping with precum. His mind is so clouded with lust he can barely think straight.

Desperately, he wishes that you didn’t have to keep your voice down. He wants to make you scream.

Faster and faster he thrusts and licks at your soaking cunt, greedily tasting your juices.

Your thighs twitch on either side of his head the closer you get to your orgasm.

“Chan,” you grab his attention by yanking on his hair. He grunts and looks up at you through his lashes, lips still devouring you. “Inside, inside. I need your cock inside me.”

Your words go straight to his dick, he licks at your cunt a few more times before standing to his feet quickly to lock your lips together, fingers still buried inside you.

When you taste your own slick on his tongue, your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around him. Chan smirks into the kiss, curling his fingers up.

He’s relentless. Tongue sliding over yours, moans being eaten up by a greedy mouth while his fingers fuck into you.

With more strength than you thought you had, you pry Chan’s lips off yours by pulling his hair back.

“If you don’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds, I’ll pin you down and ride you until your cock can’t cum anymore.”

An exhale is punched from his chest. His mind whites out. Chan’s mouth drops open and his fingers stutter within you.

Did you really just say that? That sounds like a fucking dream.

“Babygirl,” he growls darkly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

Your eyes darken and you pull his hair again. “Fuck me until I can’t walk, Chris.”

Chan rips his fingers out of your cunt, grabs both of your hips and roughly pulls you off the pool table.

He fists a hand in the back of your hair and spins you around, shoving your head down, bending you over completely.

You’re lucky you had half a mind to put your arms out to rest your weight on your elbows.

Using his one foot, he knocks the inside of yours outwards to spread your legs even more.

“Fucking look at that,” he marvels, running his free hand up your ass and kneading a handful. After a second he reels back and brings his hand down with a painful smack.

Your one hand flies to your mouth to cover the squeak that you make.

“Bent over, soaking wet cunt just fucking waiting to take my cock.” His hand tightens in your hair. The other hand rips his sweatpants down to take his cock out. “What a good girl you are.”

Chan can’t remember a time he’s ever been this hard.

Casting a look over your shoulder, you look back at Chan. His eyes are blown out, lip pulled in a sneer as he fists his cock, staring directly at your fluttering walls clench around nothing.

“You wanna fill me up, Channie?”

His eyes snap up to yours with a predator-like stare. His hand stops pumping his own cock, hell, he even stops breathing.

Chan’s jaw clenches, every ounce of self control is being drained. How much more of this can he fucking take before he passes out?

“What?” His voice is so strained and hoarse.

Your eyes narrow and you wiggle your hips tauntingly. “Come on, Chan.”

Chan’s eyes darken. He fists your hair and shoves your face down on the table and slams his cock inside you.

Your mouth stretches open in a silent scream, but you don’t let the noise make it out of your body.

Chan’s eyes roll to the back. You feel so fucking good.

“Holy shit.” He moans out. “Jesus fuck you’re so fighting tight.”

He wastes no time, pulling his cock out to slam back inside you. Your back arches and hips press into his to meet his thrust.

Each sharp wave of pleasure shoots down your legs and into your toes.

Small gasps and whines make their way through your lips.

Chan leans down, yanking your hair back to pick your head up slightly. His face comes down next to yours.

“You like this, yeah?” He whispers harshly. Thrust after thrust slams against your cervix. “You like when it’s rough?”

Closing your eyes tightly, you keep your mouth shut, trying to nod with his hand so tightly wound in the crown of your hair.

“Better be quiet, then. Don’t want someone coming out and seeing you look like a cum hungry, whore.”

Over and over again he fucks into you.

After one harsh thrust, your mouth drops open and before you can moan loudly, Chan’s free hand covers your mouth tightly.

“Feels that good to have my cock inside you, huh? Can’t control that pretty mouth, you’re so fucked out.”

You whine and nod again. Nails digging into the felt of the pool table underneath you.

Hot, white pleasure is coursing through your veins. You’ve never been fucked like this in your life.

Chan leans down more and bites at the side of your neck, lapping at the skin and leaving small marks that will fade by the morning.

“You’re fucking lucky you have to be in a bathing suit in front of your family tomorrow. Otherwise I would leave my fucking mark all over you.” He bites, but doesn’t suck. “Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Another whine is stopped by his hand.

“I have a better idea, babygirl.” He bites your earlobe, pace slowing down within you. Instead, he thrusts deeper, you can practically feel him within your gut. “I’m going to do exactly what you said, yeah? Fill you up? Make that pussy sloppy with my fucking load.”

Your hips jerk back into his to try and encourage him to pick up the pace. Chan only tightens his hold in your hair.

“You’re going to take whatever I give you, every last fucking drop. Even after I pull out, I’ll stuff you with my fucking fingers so nothing gets wasted.”

Arching your back, you press into him more.

“You want that, huh?” He growls, biting your ear. His pace picks up gradually, each thrust rougher and faster than the last. “You want my seed inside you?”

You nod pathetically.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

His thrusts start growing erratic.

You never expected him to be this talkative during sex. But he hasn’t shut up once.

Another nod accompanied with a whine comes from you. You’re absolutely drowning in pleasure.

“Gunna carry my kids, got the fucking perfect hips for it, yeah? You’ll look so fucking hot all pregnant with our kids. Fuck.”

He’s so lost and fucked out, he can’t stop his mouth from running, spewing all his fantasies.

Moving his hand from your mouth, he trails it down to grab at your throat.

“Chan!” You moan out, licking your dry lips.

“Can feel you clenching, babygirl. You gonna cum for me? Gunna cream on my cock? Suck up my cum and hold onto it with this tight fucking pussy?”

“Yes yes yes yes.” You pant over and over again. “Kiss me, kiss me, please”

When you turn your head, your lips smash together.

The coil in your gut is seconds from snapping.

You bite Chan’s lip and pull back.

“Fuck me full, daddy.”

Every muscle in his body tensed and his thrusts turn into something animalistic. The hand in your hair is so tight your scalp is screaming.

“Say it again.”

“Fu-huck,” is all you’re able to manage.

“Say it again.” He barks in your ear. You’re not going to be able sit down tomorrow.

“Daddy.”

A bite to your neck.

“Again.”

“Daddy! Fuck me, daddy!”

“Holy shit.” He whines in your ear. Hearing you say that makes him feel fucking insane. His body is acting on its own.

With a few more thrusts both of you are thrown over the edge at the same time. Your cunt clenching around him so tight, Chan can barely breathe.

His cock spurts and sprays within you, painting your walls white.

Every single sensation feels so good you think you leave for body for a few minutes. Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

His entire body is wrapped around yours. Grunts in your ear keep you grounded.

You feel so full.

Chan came inside you so much that it’s leaking out and dripping down the inside of your legs.

He pants heavily into your ear.

Releasing your neck, he lovingly runs his hand down your side, caressing your hip, massaging circles into the bone.

His hand slides around and cups your lower stomach tenderly.

Slowly, he unwinds his hand from your hair, kissing at the roots he’s been relentlessly pulling on. He scratches and rubs at your scalp to ease the ache.

But still, he hasn’t pulled out.

Chan kisses the top of your head and down to your face, kissing the cheek he’s able to reach.

You can’t catch your breath.

“Y/N,” he whispers into your hair.

You hum back to him, eyes still closed in bliss.

“I love you.”

Your heart jumps in your chest, Chan feels you clench around him.

“I love you too.” It falls from your lips so easily, like it’s been sitting there for so long, just waiting to be heard.

Both of your heads turn to kiss one another.

It’s so ungodly sweet for the events that just took place minutes ago.

His lips are so soft and plush, especially from being swollen from your steamy kisses.

Inside you, you can feel his cock twitch. Is he…?

Breathlessly, you pull away from his sweet kiss.

“Are you still hard?” you pant.

Sheepishly, he smiles and ruts into you. A moan catches in your throat.

“Babygirl, I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck you. It’s going to take a few times before I’m ready to call it a night.”

Love Is Intuitive ~ Bang Chan

"You come from a wealthy linage and business obsessed parents. Chan has grown up working hard his whole life, living paycheck to paycheck. You're arranged to marry someone else, but love is intuitive."

KINKTOBER: DAY THIRTEEN - Breeding + Praise

Pairing: Bang Chan x afab reader

Genre: explicit smut, non idol au, forbidden love, arranged marriage (not to Chan), angst, fluff

Word Count: 5.8k (I KNOW I KNOW DON'T LOOK AT ME)

A/N: How are we in December...I feel like I time travelled or I've been knocked out for a month...I am truly sorry with how long it has taken me to get this out. Had massive writers block and then completely lost motivation, but alas it's here! This will be the last long Kinktober part, from now on I am trying to keep them around the 3k max as otherwise it will take me forever to get through them all. Thank you for your patience and support, you are all so lovely! Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! 💕

CONTENT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT

kinktober | kofi | next >>

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI, Explicit Sexual Content, breeding kink, consensual vaginal penetration (reader on birth control), so much praise (Channie's speciality), begging, a single pussy slap, nibbles, swearing/cursing, dirty talk, soft dom/pleasure top Chan, creampie, breast play, very light and minimal restraint, slight possessiveness (pretty brief they just love each other), very very fluffy smut, toxic parents (treat reader as an object for business gain), reader feels trapped in a life they don't want, hints of homophobic parents (Minsung situation), pet names: (baby, pretty, beautiful, pretty girl, my girl, good girl).

You look down at the man who is kneeling on one knee in front of you, his shaky hand in yours. You had dreamt of this moment your entire life, every little girl had. The moment where the man you had given your heart to, gave you a promise to always protect it, an oath to stand by your side for the rest of his life through the symbolism of a ring in box.

Except the man knelt in front of you, caressing your hand tightly like he was as petrified as you were, looked up at you with pleading cat-like eyes, so different to the wolf shaped ones you had fallen for.

"Y/N?" Minho called your name urging you to answer him with a softness that was kind. His eyes flickering nervously around at the numerous people filling up the space for a closer look at the proposal. All waiting for your answer, but his eyes lingered on one member of the crowd longer than any, his eyes softening and glistening with regret.

Jisung.

Jisung was a close family friend of yours. He was the son of your father's university dorm mate, both growing up to become the wealthiest amongst their graduating class. Millionaires in their own right, despite you father's famous family linage and working their way up the food chain, creating one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies to come out of the pandemic.

Jisung for as long as you could remember had been a running candidate to take up the role of your husband and maybe if Minho never came into the picture, maybe his boba like eyes would be staring up at you right now.

Minho wasn't a stranger to you, he was a friend, a co-worker, someone you admired, but someone who would never hold your heart in the way that fantasy novels wrote of.

Minho was in love with Jisung.

Minho's secret relationship with Jisung had gone under the radar, no one suspecting a thing. Everyone ignoring the loving glances exchanged as they past each other in the board room when Jisung would frequently visit you, the smiles and laughter that Minho would provoke out of Jisung, the bright grins that no one could achieve but him.

You sometimes wondered whether everyone ignored the signs, the same way they had ignored yours, knowing that it would never be an option, so why worry about it?

Your engagement with Minho had been planned for months, calculated down to the day, detailed financial reports, publications organised and the wedding venue already booked. The board, your parents, his parents, your family and everyone that didn't matter to the situation, all in agreeance that your partnership would be the most beneficial. Everyone but the only two people that mattered.

You knew the consequences of rejecting this proposal. Especially in front of the many family members, business partners and future business partners that stood in the room. Objectively your future would be impacted, in ways you didn't care for and the disapproval you'd never overcome from your family. Looking into their panicked eyes as your own landed on them, said it all.

'Say yes or else.'

But love is intuitive.

Minho was in love with Jisung.

And you were in love with another.

Compassionate, courageous, hardworking, adventurous, ambitious, breathtakingly brilliant Chan.

You loved him with all your being.

A love you knew that only Minho and Jisung in this room could understand.

So you did the only thing that would give you more time, gracefully and perfectly executing a dramatic loss of consciousness.

You laid there eyes closed, keeping up the act un-moving as you heard a string of gasps echo around the ball room and you felt Minho kneel down next to you, his hands caressing your cheeks gently.

"Y/N?! Are you alright?" Minho questioned, concern filled in his normally smooth melodic voice, turning your face to inspect it.

You played your part, fluttering your eyes like you had just regained consciousness giving Minho a dazed expression.

"I-I think I should lay down." You whispered to him, squeezing his bicep with urgency, begging him to take you away from the situation.

The look in his eyes changed and as if you were speaking telepathically, you knew he understood this was just an act to get out of the engagement, and he gave you a small nod.

Your mother and Jisung came into view next to Minho, your mother looking down at you with judgment.

"Here let me help you daughter." You mother's tone was nurturing, bending down to be at level with you.

To anyone in the room, she appeared the vision of motherhood. Regal in her movements, kind in her words, but the look in her eyes as she stared at you coldly painted you a very different picture.

She leaned down enough so that the only people to hear her next words were you.

"This changes nothing."

Just like a switch had flicked, her cold words drifted and she helped Minho get you back on your feet and she turned to the crowd with an apologetic smile.

"Y/N will be retiring for the night, it seems she has been overwhelmed with joy from the proposal. Let us all move to the banquet hall and raise a toast to the newly engaged."

And just like that, the ball room emptied, following your parents out of the wide space. Leaving Minho and Jisung by your side.

"Are you okay?" Jisung asked eyeing you carefully, he knew better than to believe your mother's façade.

"No Ji, I can't do this." You didn't know what to feel. Rage, sadness, frustration, hurt, helplessness. It was all bubbling up within you, swirling around and creating the perfect storm, ready to erupt out of you at any minute.

"Let's go to your room, we chat more privately there." Minho offered, taking your hand in his and tilting his head at Jisung to encourage him to follow.

Minho had known you long enough to tell there was more to tonight than just a forced marriage proposal by your parents. Minho could understand the reasoning behind your hesitation, he knew of your secret rendezvous with Chan, even if the hesitancy was just a sign of rebellion against your parents, he'd understand.

But what Minho couldn't understand, was why you couldn't see that this was the best outcome for all of you.

With the two of you wed, you would be out of public interest, free to be with whomever you liked behind the scenes. You knew he loved Jisung, he knew you loved Chan. You both could be with the ones you'd like freely without anyone ever knowing, maybe not publicly or officially, but you'd be free of judgement, free of disappointing your parents. Was marrying him that terrible when it could solve a lot of your problems?

The three of you made hast up the stairs, wasting no time in getting to your bedroom.

You were now distant from the party, but even the privacy of your room didn't ease your feelings. You needed to get out of here.

You were sick of the secrets, sick of the gossip, the judgmental stares and the pressure, god you were sick of the pressure that weighed down on you.

Before you could even process your movements, you were darting around your room, shoving essentials in overnight bag, while Jisung stared at you with wide eyes.

Minho was too distracted, pacing by the closed doors lost in his own thoughts.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Jisung asked you, dragging Minho's attention to you.

"I'm leaving, I can't breathe here Ji. I'm going to see Chan." You informed them, not stopping as you shoved more clothes into your bag.

"What are we going to do Y/N? You can't just run away from your problems, from our problems." Minho was frustrated, within reason, but he didn't give you a chance to answer him as he continued, "Is us getting married really that bad? It could solve so many issues." Minho suggested, moving to sit down on the end of your bed where he watched you shove more clothes into your bag.

"Minho it's not an option, I'm not doing that to us, to Ji, to Chan. They don't get to dictate who we love. I just- I just can't think right now." You answered, frustrated as you shoved your phone charger and other belongings into your bag.

Jisung let out a sigh and took the space next to Minho on your bed, placing his hand comfortingly over Minho's.

Minho suddenly rose from the bed, matching your frustration as he resumed his pacing, running his hands agitatedly through his hair.

"I hate that they've done this to us, but we can still be happy together Y/N. I won't stop you from being with Chan, I can still be with Ji." Minho said desperately trying to find the solution to make everyone happy, leaning against the wall for support as he slid down it to the floor by your door.

Jisung looked at him with sad eyes before turning to look at you.

You that held the key. Jisung knew that Minho was only going along with everything to protect you from your parent's wrath. Minho knew the hold they had on you, the threats, the cage they had you trapped in with their money.

But what Minho and Jisung didn't know, was that you had thought about this. For the last few months in bed beside Chan when you woke before him and you glanced at Chan sleeping, right before he arose greeting you with a soft smile. When you sat at dinner feeling miserable with the life you continued to suffer in, at the life where Minho and Jisung had to hide away their feelings to protect your image.

It wasn't fair for any of you. And it was time you ended it.

"We all deserve to live a happy life, out in the open with the people we love. You both deserve to be happy." You announced, packing the final things in your bags that you needed, placing it on the bed next to Jisung to zip it up.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and turned to Minho with a gentle smile.

"Minho I can't accept your proposal, but I know Ji will." You placed a hand on Jisung's shoulder giving him a soft squeeze as he glanced up at your with wide eyes of surprise.

Minho's head raised out of his hands to stare at you with as much shock as Jisung and you gave him a brighter smile.

"We will figure it all out, but I am going to be with Chan. I choose love. I don't care if I lose it all, but I can't lose him." With those as your final words, you made your way over to your bedroom window, tracking the same path down the side of your balcony to the roof of the lower level and to the ground, that you always took during the many nights you snuck out to be with Chan.

As you made your way to the footpath, you turned to glance back at your balcony to see the faint silhouette of Minho and Jisung embracing.

You knew it wouldn't be easy but it would be worth it in the end.

Your arrangement with the guards of cash for silence and no questions, was still held in place as you slipped them some notes and climbed into the backseat of your chauffer.

Your driver looked at you through the revision mirror intently, his eyes full of curiosity as he took in the bag on the seat beside you.

"Chan's house? Miss Y/L/N." He questioned, seemingly already knowing the answer from the numerous times he had taken you there.

You nodded turning to gaze out the window as you watched your old life pass you by and then fade out of view.

.

The ride to Chan's wasn't an overly long one, but it gave you enough time to think clearly, enough time to hesitate and tell the driver to turn around. But you didn't. Your mind was made up and there was no turning back now.

Chan had sent you a message during the party to wish you luck with the night, reminding you that whatever your decision was he would respect, that he understood and that he loved you, and you loved him even more for it.

As soon as the car pulled up on the sidewalk of Chan's unit, you thanked the driver and gave him a tip for the ride, before dashing up to Chan's door.

You knocked impatiently, not being able to hide your excitement. You'd really done it. You'd finally decided to leave and never look back.

It was terrifying, you felt a sense of guilt, but overwhelmingly you were happy, happy to finally live a life that you were in control of and you couldn't wait to tell Chan the news.

Chan's door swung open to reveal a head of messy curls, a white tank top with car oil stains on it tucked into baggy denim jeans and sewn together with a torn black belt.

Chan had clearly only been home a short while from his job at the garage down the road, but he still greeted you with enthusiasm, a wide smile curving up his lips as he registered your presence.

"Y/N? I didn't expect to see you tonight, how was the-" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as you flung yourself into his arms, throwing your bag to the side and hiding your face into his neck as you finally let your emotions overcome you.

Chan although shocked, instantly pulled you into his arms, caressing you gently against his chest, but he stayed silent, allowing you a moment to calm down.

You couldn't help the few tears that spilled, landing on his exposed shoulder as you felt relief wash over you. You finally felt safe and more importantly, you finally felt home.

"What happened tonight?" Chan finally spoke, one hand delicately smoothing over your hair and his other shutting the door behind you, before finding its place in the small of your back to comfort you further.

You knew he wasn't just asking what happened to get you in this state, you knew he would be curious as to what your answer was to the proposal from Minho, but Chan continued to prove he'd always put your well being over his own feelings.

You pulled away enough to come face to face with Chan, taking in his features as you traced his jawline with your finger, a small smile lighting up your cheeks in contrast with the tears still in your eyes.

You took in a breath and looked into his wolf like eyes, the caramel in them intently scanning yours to find the meaning behind your actions.

"I'm done Chan. I'm done being their puppet." You answered finally. You wanted your voice to match the courage in your decision, but instead it came out weakened, tired from the years of being used as a business proposition, your life always mapped out to align with your family's desires.

Chan couldn't hide the shock evident in the way his eyes widened and his mouth parted, but it was quickly overturned with a smile so bright you felt the moonlight radiate off him.

"Wait, are you serious? What does that mean? You said no?" Chan asked quickly, not being able to contain his excitement despite his confusion.

You giggled at him fondly, taking his face into your hands and caressing his cheeks gently.

"It means, I am yours and only yours. I will never go back there. I want a life of my own, a life where I choose who I spend the rest of my life with. I choose you Chan." You whispered leaning your forehead against his, needing every part of you as close to him as you could, as if it would make up for the distance your parents had tried to create between you.

Chan pondered your words for a moment, soaking in the seriousness of them, but then his face faltered, his eyebrows drew together and he took a step back from your hold.

"Y/N, I have nothing to offer you. I have minimal income, this unit is the only thing in my possession. The life I can offer you will be hard. Your parents threatened to cut you off, they threatened to close down the garage I work for...Is this wise?" Chan looked defeated, that the prospect of you two having the life you always desired together was impossible.

But the life you wanted so desperately was just out of reach.

You reached out to cup his cheeks again, firmly looking into his eyes so he could see the sincerity behind them as you spoke.

"Chan we will figure everything out, I assure you. I don't care what they throw at us, I know we can work through this together. I only want you, it has always been you and it will always be you."

His face softened, taken a back by your declaration, but he leaned into your touch. He had missed your touch.

Three years you had known him, three years you had loved him. Three years of hiding in the shadows and three years of you knowing that it would all lead to tonight, the night you finally put everything else aside to step forward with him by your side. It was all he'd ever wanted, all you ever wanted and it was finally true.

He leaned in taking you by surprise with a gentle kiss. His lips moved slowly, passionately and you felt your head spin as he deepened the kiss, taking you into his arms once again and holding you against him with a gentle firmness that made your heart melt.

"I love you." He whispered, swallowing the sweet sigh that left your lips and floated into his.

You hadn't seen Chan much lately, with everything ramping up with the planned proposal and your parents keeping you on a tight leash. You'd miss the feeling of his skin under yours, the feeling of dried sweat that clung to his messy brown curls as you laced your fingers through them, tugging on them slightly.

Chan moaned deeply into your mouth at the action, only urging you to continue as you pressed your body flush against his.

"I love you so much, I've missed you so much." You moaned back into him, separating your lips to give you a chance to gaze into his lust filled eyes.

He stared down at you, running his thumb against your bottom lip and eyeing you carefully.

"You'll never have to miss me again." He promised, sliding his hands down to grip onto your thighs, pulling you up into his arms as he moved you over to his bed. You giggled as you clung to him.

Chan had such an incredible skill of removing all your worries once you were in his arms, like the two of you were the only ones left in the entire world. He laid you down carefully on his bed, trapping you in his arms and he paused for a moment to take the time to scan over you below him.

You looked up at him matching the love in his eyes and you felt it right then and there, that there was no where you'd rather be, you felt connected to him more than you'd ever been before.

He looked down at you like you were his universe and when he looked into your eyes like he was now, you truly believed the love you had for him flowed through him and right back into you.

"You're so perfect." Chan praised through swollen pink lips and you felt your cheeks heat to match the colour of them, squirming shyly under him.

"Don't turn shy on me now, pretty." He smiled, leaning in to press kisses along your jawline that had your skin tingling with need.

You sighed contently as his kisses progressed down to your neck, his nose trailing each kiss.

"Want to be like this forever." You admitted honestly, feeling your heart speaking before your mind could process the words.

You felt his lips form another smile against your skin before he pulled away from you to kneel between your legs that had opened for him instinctively.

He leaned back on his heels, his hands trailing down your curves to land on your thighs and he gave them a squeeze, appreciating the softness of them.

"Forever?" He questioned you with a playful glint his eyes.

"If you'll have me." You answered instantly.

You knew he was trying to lighten the mood, not wanting to put any pressure on you after the events of tonight, and you appreciated it, but you knew what you wanted.

You saw his emotions shift as he took in your honest response and he gave you another of his beautiful smiles as his fingers trailed under your evening dress, pushing it up.

"Forever it is then."

His fingers reached for your panties and he didn't hesitate to remove them, pressing kisses into your knee as he helped glide them down and over your heels.

Every movement he made as he removed not only your clothes but his, was delicate, slow and he lingered his fingertips on your skin for as long as he could. His eyes never left yours, sinking pools of hope, desire and love, and you were drowning in them, soaking up every piece of himself he gave you with every touch.

There you both were, completely exposed to each other and yet you both didn't speak or move, just staring deeply into each others eyes. Your eyes whispering all the unspoken feelings you'd never be able to explain.

"I want you to be sure." Chan finally broke the silence, his hands smoothing over your thighs, "I want you to be sure you want this future. Nothing will ever be the same again."

You sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck and gave him a smile.

"I don't want it to be the same Channie. I want a future with you in it. Completely in it. For the rest of tonight, don't think about them or what ifs. Think about us, think about the life we could have." You whispered softly, ghosting your lips against his as you continued to hold his gentle gaze.

He closed his eyes, imaging the life ahead of you both and he smiled.

"Our life." He voiced his thoughts, "A life where you're my wife, a life with our beautiful children and a life filled with happiness."

You smiled back at him and bit your bottom lip shyly.

"Then why do you stop yourself from having that life Channie, I'm right here. Give me that life." You pleaded, falling back to the mattress, laying yourself bare for him.

His eyes scanned over every inch of your body before coming back up to yours, they were searing with desire.

"Don't say things like that to me baby." His smile turned into a sly smirk as he descended on you, his hands gliding up to cup your breasts.

You moaned breathlessly unprepared for the sensation as he took your nipple between his fingers, leaning down to press more kisses into your shoulders before moving to whisper in your ear,

"Or I'll give you those children before we're both ready for them."

You gasped at the sudden change in his demeanor, hands moving quickly to grip his biceps trying to ground yourself and bring sense back to the room that seemed to have started spinning by his words. Your hips rutting up and grazing over his hardened cock uncontrollably.

"Oh, you want that, pretty girl?" Chan smirked down at you in surprise, still squeezing and rolling your nipple, as he bent down to kitten lick it, causing you to moan loudly. "You want me to breed you?"

You both knew that the birth control implanted in your arm would hinder any chances of you actually becoming pregnant tonight, but the thought alone of Chan filling you with the intention to conceive was causing your body to reach abnormal temperatures.

"Y-yes, please I want you so bad Channie." You whimpered, hips wriggling impatiently searching for friction.

"You don't need to beg, beautiful." His husky voice ringed in your ears as his hands abandoned your breasts, sweeping down to open your legs and put your cunt on display for him. You let him expose you as you looked down at him with pleading big eyes, the anticipation eating away at you, wanting him to touch you properly.

Chan hummed a grunt as he took your dripping cunt in, a finger swiping through your folds and collecting your juices for him to taste. You watched as his finger disappeared in his mouth.

"You taste so fucking good." He moaned at the taste of you on his tongue and you whined back as he softly slapped your cunt, your body jolting from the impact of pleasure mixed with pain that was so different to your usual soft love making.

"Such a good girl for me always, I'll give you anything you want." He praised, patiently waiting for you to give him an order to fulfill.

"W-want you to make me yours." You whimpered shyly.

"Yeah? Want me to claim you? Breed you till you can't take anymore of my cum?" Chan taunted, licking over your hardened buds knowing full well the affect it was having on you as you arched your back into him wanting more.

"F-fuck...yes, please, please." You were already babbling, eyelashes fluttering with pleasure, drunk on him already, desperate to have him fill you the only way he could.

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to focus in on his eyes again and he bent down to kiss you, but before your lips connected he spoke in the deepest voice you'd ever heard from him. His tone was a mixture of huskiness and gravel that had your cunt fluttering for him.

"You're mine. Forever."

His lips attached to yours hungrily, lips moving in perfect sync as you felt him reach down to grasp his cock, nudging the tip of it at your entrance. He coated it in your essence, sending shock wave after shock wave of pleasure through you as he grazed your clit.

"Think you can take all of me?" Chan grunted, pulling away from your lips to lick over his hungrily, not wanting to waste anymore time and wanting to feel you wrap yourself around him, giving yourself to him fully.

You nodded, "Need you."

"I'll take it slow, if it's too much tell me baby."

You didn't have even a second to appreciate his gentlemen like behaviour as he impatiently breached your entrance, pushing just his tip inside your slippery and waiting walls.

You whined at the stretch, feeling it burn as you tried to take as much of his length as you could and Chan moaned, hissing at the tightness of your warm cunt.

"Fucking hell, always so tight for me." He hissed out letting his hand fall from his cock to rub gentle circles over your clit, trying to ease the sting of his cock stretching you out.

The pain of you being filled so quickly with every inch that pressed up against your walls was quickly being overtaken by the pleasure Chan was creating on your clit and your moans were increasing as your walls relaxed, sucking his cock in greedily.

"That's it baby." Chan moaned, thrusting in slowly to bottom out in the deepest part within you and pausing a moment to allow you to adjust to his size.

You moaned back at him, your hands raising to drag your fingernails across his chiseled abdominal muscles, needing to return some of the pleasure he was adorning on you.

He closed his eyes at your touch like he was trying to hold himself back from absolutely ruining you as you continued your assault to his sides, watching his body shudder under your touch.

"You're so good to me baby, but tonight is about you." Chan uttered as he took your wrists in his large hands, pinning them down beside your head.

Your hips rutted up into him, feeling yourself relax completely in his hold, more of your wetness coating Chan's cock that was buried deeply inside you, and that was enough for Chan to begin thrusting into you with a moan.

His hips rolled into yours slowly at first, taking his time with every stroke so you could feel his entire length drag against your walls. With every thrust he ensured his cock was rammed all the way back in, hitting the deepest parts of you.

He was still holding your wrists, grunting in your ear as his lips found there way back to your neck, taking the skin there between his teeth and lips. He was nibbling your neck softly, moaning against the skin and surely leaving marks for you to relive tonight over and over again at the sight of them tomorrow.

Everything Chan did had you reeling, your body was hot, your walls fluttering around his cock and you could already feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten at the thought of Chan keeping his promise.

Your hands were clenching, desperate to feel Chan's skin under them once again. The restraint Chan had on your wrists was sending waves of pleasure through you as his thrusts picked up, his hips rolling into you at a faster past, but he still ensured every thrust was deep enough to hit your cervix and send stars shooting across your vision.

Chan could feel you wriggling in his hold and he detached himself from your neck to gaze down at you below him.

"You feel fucking incredible." He moaned eyeing your hands trying to grasp something to ground yourself and a smirk played across his lips as an idea came to mind.

One hand left your wrist, smoothing down your hips until he reached the back of your thigh, pushing your leg up toward your stomach, giving Chan a better angle. At the same time, his other hand moved from your wrist to hold your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours.

Your jaw dropped as heavy breaths slipped through your lips, eyes locked with Chan's. It was such a innocent act, but it filled your heart with so much love and desire for the man above you. You had sex plenty of times with Chan before tonight, and you didn't know if it was the night's earlier events or the love blooming between the two of you, but you had never felt more connected to Chan. It was sending you to new heights.

"Channie." You moaned, your hand tightening in his, clutching on for dear life as your other hand went to tangle themselves in his hair.

He let out what you could only describe as a growl at the feeling of your fingers on his scalp, and he pushed your thigh harder towards your stomach, giving himself more leverage as his thrusts increased.

"Tell me how much you want it." Chan grunted, taking your hardened bud back into his mouth.

It took you a moment to process the meaning behind his words through the haze that was enrapturing your entire body with the extra stimulant, but you managed to respond.

"So so much Channie, please." You begged.

Chan playfully nipped at your breast and your body responded arching into him as your hips moved to meet his thrusts, chasing your and his highs.

"You can do better than that pretty girl." Chan cooed adding more nips to your breast upon your reaction.

His cock was now pounding into you. Delicious sounds of skin colliding, moans echoing off the walls and the squelching of his cock entering you over and over again, had you closer than ever to ascending.

"Please fill me Channie, w-wanna cum with you." You whimpered, the sensations blending as one, your orgasm creeping closer as your walls tightened around his cock.

"Shit baby." Chan cursed. The way your walls were clenching down on him, trapping him inside you like your body was screaming in need of being bred was urging him on to fulfill your desires.

Suddenly you felt pleasure erupt from your clit as Chan's hand left your thigh to circle it, the rhythm of his fingers a pace your heartbeat couldn't keep up with.

"G-Gon-na" You couldn't even comprehend the words, let alone warn Chan of your approaching orgasm, but Chan didn't need you to warn him. The way your thighs were twitching, hand shaking in his was enough to tell him.

"Cum baby, cum around my cock and I'll give you what you deserve. Gonna breed you so full, stuff you so full of me, you'll take it, right?" Chan was just incoherent as you, babbling anything his cock wanted you to hear.

It was all too much. Overwhelmed, your orgasm ripped through you. His name a scream as your body convulsed in his embrace. He was cursing, watching you with eyes of astonishment as he witnessed the way your eyebrows drew together, eyes squeezed shut letting your orgasm wash over you and around him.

"That's my girl. Take it." Chan growled, his fingers leaving your clit so his hand could anchor on your hips, allowing you to ride the rest of your high on his cock as he pounded repeatedly into you, chasing his own release.

His cock twitched inside of you, shoving it as deep as he could go, his warm seed spilling inside of you. His eyes closed and his head tilted back, cursed out moans falling from his puffy lips as your walls milked him.

You were sure this was what heaven felt like, you were floating, yet you were encased in strong angel like arms that reminded you that this was your life, this was your home.

You felt full, satisfied and completely utterly loved.

Chan was breathing heavily into your hair as he snuggled closer to you, not wanting to withdraw from you in any aspect. Your chest rose and fell harshly as you both basked in the peaceful afterglow of such intense physical and mental emotions.

"Baby..." Chan called to you as he slid slowly to lay next to you.

You turned your face to look into his eyes, silently telling him you were listening and one of his hands landed gently over your stomach, smoothing over the skin and caressing it delicately.

"I want that future with you. Whatever it takes." He whispered, fondly crossing the distance between the two of you to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

Tears pricked behind your eyes as you allowed yourself to soak up the overflowing love Chan was bestowing upon you, still overwhelmed from your climax as you stared deeply into his wolf like eyes. The eyes you had fallen for three years ago and forever more.

"I won't let them take it from us." You promised him, placing your hand over his on your stomach.

Chan smiled brightly at your promise.

There would be obstacles, hardships and pain, but nothing could extinguish the fire that burned between you two and the hope that one day the future you both craved would be the present.

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