I Cried

I cried

#unrequited love is a terrible pain #moreso if you pretend #maybe they'll love you too

camille's interlude | super bored

Hello! Chapter 4 of Super Bored should be released this week (unless something unexpected happens to me in which case it will be the week after). In the meantime, I have uploaded Camille's pov from when Hyunjin was in Paris, which was requested to me a lot right after the last chapter. I decided to share it to thank all of you for your patience. Thank you for all the love you've given to me and this story. It means more than you think.

This interlude will be a part of the next chapter.

pairings: hyunjin x camille, hyunjin x tipsy | wc: 7.5k | warnings: jealousy ; heartbreak ; angst ; adult and sexually explicit content.

Camille met Hyunjin on a rainy day.

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Pairing: Felix x gn reader

Summary: After ghosting Felix, you find him at a cafe and hope to fix your past relationship.

Genre: Angst with no happy ending

Word Count: 1.4k

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Every day for the past three months, each day killed a piece of your heart a little more. A piece here and a sliver there. You walked around with only half a porcelain heart. The majority of it had crumbled and turned to dust. 

Life was never the same after you left Felix and you weren’t sure you’d ever be okay again. In the heat of the moment, you called off the relationship and you were left with nothing, but sour regret. You’d never forgive yourself for the way Felix looked at you with betrayal. 

You snuffed out the sparkle in his eyes. You crushed his heart between your bare hands. Betrayal was all that was left as you spun around and left him alone in your shared apartment. 

Both of you knew it was a matter of time, but neither of you wanted to let go. No matter how difficult things became, no matter how much you fought over the smallest things, Felix would never let you go. In his mind, the two of you would get through your rut eventually. 

You were stressed from work and Felix was stressed with his band. You were both at your wits end which led to explosive arguments. The times the two of you wanted to hang out with each other, the other was busy. The relationship was crumbling apart until you cut it off entirely. 

You were supposed to go grocery shopping, but after coming home from work, you were exhausted. The simple task slipped your mind and when you got home, you went into your room and collapsed. By the time Felix came home, he was expecting to find the ingredients he wanted to make dinner, but he was left with empty cupboards and a fridge full of condiments. 

In a fit of rage, he stormed into your shared room and angrily shook you awake. He was angry because that dinner was the one thing he was looking forward to all day. You were angry because you were exhausted and it was just groceries. He could have gone and picked them up himself. 

Your conversation escalated into yelling and, in a fit of impulsivity, you announced you were done. You were done with the fights, you were done with the eggshell walking, you were done with the crumbled ruins of your relationship. You were done with all of it. 

You didn’t even say good-bye properly. You packed up your stuff and disappeared. Felix expected you to come back home, but you never did. You took out all your stuff when you left. You assumed he’d text you eventually. Unfortunately, that text never came your way. 

Three months, ninety long days, had passed since you stormed out of the house with tears in your eyes. Defeat weighed heavily on your shoulders. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your heart felt hollow instead of the usual fulfilled feeling you used to get when you were with him. 

You jerked open the door to the cafe you regularly began going to without paying attention. You started walking inside when you slammed into someone. With a quick yip of surprise, you jerked yourself back and began to apologize. 

Who was staring back at you? The same freckled-face man you fell in love with. His hair was darkened this time. The usual blonde was gone. It had been dyed black due to another comeback of his band. His eyes looked you up and down before he softly uttered your name. 

It wasn’t the same. He used to say your name and a grin would stretch across his face. He spoke your name with a sweetened honey. You made his heart flutter and his stomach churn with butterflies. Today, that tone and that look was gone. 

“Felix?”  Your eyes met his. 

A smile filled his face, but you could tell it was forced. You stepped back another step. The two of you stared at each other before Felix broke the silence again. “How have you been?” 

“Not the greatest. How have you been?”  You scanned his face wondering if he’d lie or tell you the truth. 

“I’ve been pretty good actually. The guys and I are getting ready for a world tour soon. In a few more weeks, we’ll be traveling to different countries. Our album came out tw-” 

“Two months ago,”  you finished for him. 

“You listened to it?” 

“Of course. I always liked your music and I wanted to support the guys. Actually, I happened to get your photo card.” 

“Really?” 

You nodded your head and swallowed the lump in your throat. “Are you doing anything right now?” 

He shook his head. 

“Can we talk outside for a few minutes?” 

“Sure. Do you want to get a coffee first or something? I’ll pay for it.” 

You shook your head and headed back towards the entrance door. Even after you left him and ghosted him, he was still as charming as ever; just more salt added to your wound. 

Once you were outside, you walked over to the side of the building and away from the door. Your arms crossed over your chest and you shifted your body. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for what I did to you. It wasn’t right and I shouldn’t have done it.” 

“I’m sorry too. It was a rough day for both of us. I shouldn’t have gotten so angry about it. We fought over the dumbest things.” 

“Yeah…” 

Another awkward silence filled the air. There wasn’t much to say this time. What were you supposed to say to the person you went three months without contact with?  You moved your weight to your opposite foot. 

“Can we try again?” Your voice came out in a whisper. Your eyes met his and you felt yourself swoon again. You’d fallen face first into those toffee eyes and you felt yourself doing it all over again. 

“Try again?” 

You nodded hoping that he’d agree. Your hands found each other and you began nervously twiddling your fingers. Unconsciously, you bit down into your bottom lip. 

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” 

“What?” The disappointment in your voice was obvious. “Why not?” 

“I’ve already moved on.” 

“Moved on?” 

“You’ll always be someone I loved. I still care about you, you know? However, I’ve been talking to someone recently and th-” 

You couldn’t stop the stinging sensation of tears filling your eyes. You sucked in a sharp breath and bit down into your lip harder hoping the pain would ease the glassy sheen in your eyes. Felix turned blurry in front of you. 

“Listen, you’re a good person, but we had something and now it’s over. We owe it to each other to find someone better. We learned a hard life lesson and now it’s time to part ways. What if we fall back into the same old habits?” 

“How can I be a good person if you won’t even accept me for the way I am and take me back? Why am I not good enough for you anymore? Can’t you just love me the way I am? I’ll do better this time, I swear.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” Felix reached forward and hooked his thumbs beneath the bottom of your eyes. He swiped his thumbs and brushed away your tears. “You’re going to find someone who appreciates and loves all of you for the way you are.” 

“That someone is you!” Your wobbly voice raised. 

“That someone used to be me, but it’s not anymore. I reflected a lot on our relationship and realized I had flaws. I’ve been trying to better myself, so the same mistakes don’t get made again.” 

“Felix, please…” 

“I’m sorry,” he gently cupped your cheeks between your hands. “We can be friends, if you want to.” He wiped away more of your tears. “I don’t think we work as lovers in this life.” 

His words were a slap across your face. It became harder to breathe. Silent tears slipped down your cheeks. Felix quickly wiped your cheeks again. “I’m so sorry, really I am.” 

A loud guttural sob left your mouth. Felix’s face fell at your reaction. He rushed forward and tugged you into his arms. His arms went behind your back and he soothingly rubbed your back while cooing and insisting that it’d be okay. 

For the first and last time in three months, you let yourself be comforted by your ex and accepted defeat. 

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Masterlist

good for the plot line [ masterlist ]

⎯⎯ PAIRING: han jisung x oc ⎯⎯ TAGS: rockstar!3racha plus jeongin, non!idol au, lovers to exes to enemies, one tour bus instead of one bed trope, subtweeting but in songs dropped during concerts ⎯⎯ RATING: 18+, mature ⎯⎯ WARNINGS: excessive drug and alcohol use, addiction & recovery (reader is an addict), mentions of sex and sexual themes (non explicit), depression & anxiety experiences, each chapter will have it's own warnings

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: it's been three years since the break up, three years since leaving the band you helped start, three years since you've even talked about your ex. not only have you been able to avoid talking about him, but you've been able to avoid him all together. until that same band you helped start decides to change labels and not a single person warned you that your safe place was about to be invaded by three men you'd do anything to avoid.

⎯⎯ PLAYLIST: gfy - blackbear / i hope - gabby barrett / be alright - dean lewis / plot line - emlyn / war with my mind - crimson apple / break your heart worse - crimson apple / youre not special - maggie lindemann / b.o.m.b. - emlyn / my happy ending - the weight of atlas / bite me - avril lavigne / marry me - thomas rhett / shes so gone - naomi scott / like we used to - a rocket to the moon / need to not - jordan davis / back to december - taylor swift / breakups - seaforth / hate my favorite band - nightly / heartless - the weeknd

click here to listen to the playlist!

⎯⎯ STATUS: ongoing

001 — it's all felix's fault 01.5 — our song 002 — "i hope." 003 — wants vs needs

⎯⎯ Q & A: accepting

meet and greet

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 (𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏)

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆… 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 "𝒔𝒉𝒆" 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 2 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆!!! 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕, 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 (Masterlist here)

You felt loved when you were with Felix. He never judged you or made fun of you and he was always sweet to you. Whenever you would fight hed never raise his voice at you or yell at you, when you were sad he was like your emotional support pillow. Overall, he was just an amazing boyfriend.

And the sex? He is the most gentle when it comes to your body, taking his time in appreciating every curve and mark. He'd make sure not one inch of your body was left unsatisfied, making your whole body feel special. To him, he wouldn't prefer to call it sex, he prefers to call it “love making”, because he's showing you his love by making you feel pleasure, relaxed and his heart just jumps knowing that you trust him so much to see you naked and exposed, all for him.

So that's where you are now, fully displayed on your bed with Felix between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man. His hands were hooked under your thighs, sucking at your clit and kneading the flesh. Soft, lewd moans left your mouth the harder he sucked, followed by breathy moans as your hands entangled into his long blonde hair.

He looked up at you through hooded eyes, smiling against your cunt. “My pretty baby,” He mumbled against your warm cunt, removing his hand from your thigh and reaching up to grab your boob. You let out a satisfied sigh, hand moving down to cup his cheek as he looked up at you.

You wanted to cry with the way he looked at you, with so much love. His eyes soft as he looked at the most precious and harmless thing in this world, you. He loved you so much and you could tell just by the way he looked at you and treated you. You sniffed, tears already streaming down your face as he pouted, moving to kiss you on your cheek as he held you close.

“My darling, sweeter than anything that has ever walked the earth, my precious flower, my moon, my stars, my light, my love,” He whispered, his voice deep and soft, almost sounding like a lullaby itself. “Don't cry,” He continued. “Let me make love to you, hmm? Show you how much I adore you, yeah?” You just nodded your head and smiled, nuzzling into his palm that rested against your cheek.

He kissed your forehead, positioning your legs to rest flat on your feet, your knees facing the ceiling. He positioned his cock over your dripping cunt, gently pushing in as both of you moaned in unison. Once he was fully in, he started moving at a gentle pace, moaning at the feeling of your tight cunt.

Your hands rested on his back, black painted nails scratching his back everytime he hit your cervix. He rested his head against yours, biting his lip. “F-felix, gonna cum. Can i p-please cum?” Felix couldn't help but smile, licking his lips as he moved his head to the side for a second before looking back at you. “Don't have to ask sweet baby, cum for me.” He gently said.

You felt your orgasm approaching, a silent scream leaving you as you gasped, his name spilling from your lips as you flooded his cock, the sheets getting wet in the process. Felix groaned, throwing his head back and feeling his own high approaching as he felt your essence around his cock. He positioned you to lie down, pushing your legs up against your chest as he fucked into you a little harder.

“F-fuck, I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry c-cant help myself,” He panted, apologizing profusely as he went even harder, fucking into you at a brutal pace. “I'm so sorry baby, bare with me please!” His moans became more breathy as he chased his own high. You whimpered, feeling stuffed and overstimulated but happy nonetheless. “Gonna cum lixie?” Your voice sounds so soft and cute, which made Felix weak to the knees as he busted inside of you, eyes rolling to the back of his head in disbelief as he let out a gasp, followed by a shudder as his body shook.

He dropped his head between your neck, your hands on his back as you practically hugged him, both of you catching your breath as kissed you on your cheek. As he got up he kissed your knee, lying down next to you and wrapping his arms around you, pulling the blanket over both of you and giggling as you both drifted off to sleep, the sound of rain hitting the concrete roads fading in the distance.

— restraining order | ft. bang chan

pairing; bang chan x reader

idk what this drabble is,,, i started it a few days ago and my adhd brain latched onto it today like it was adderall itself LOL. title has pretty much jack shit to do with the fic so don’t worry

warnings for below the cut; dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, sort of brat!reader, smut, p in v, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, allusion to multiple rounds, possessiveness, uh— channie has a big dick of course, dirty talk, banter, spit, uh.. idk i might be forgetting something but i’ll add it later ig!

“channie, channie, channie,” you chant, grinding yourself down in his lap, hands gripping onto his broad shoulders.

he’s in absolute awe of you and how you take exactly what you want from him. he’s willing to give it, obviously — he could never deny you — but the way you eat it up with greedy hands and an even greedier pussy makes him wonder who really runs the show around here. not that you’d admit it’s you, despite what the two of you know to be fact. your daddy is whipped, wrapped tight around your tiny pinky and loving every minute of it.

it doesn’t matter, truly; you let chan call all of the shots. your submission is beautiful like that. you trust him is ways that he could never even trust himself, so of course, he takes good care of you and caters to your every whim. this includes letting you bounce on his dick when all his friends are home, not a care in the world for how you both know the guys can hear you.

“doin’ so good, baby,” he pants, gripping your hips. “take what you need.”

“mhm,” you hum with a frantic nod, eyes a little unfocused as you look down at him, “n-needed it, daddy,” you whimper, dropping yourself down harder, “need it s-so bad!”

the switch to present tense doesn’t go without notice, chan can see it on your face. you’re starting to sound frustrated, thighs shaking on either side of chan’s. you must be getting tired, having been the one controlling the pace for the last fifteen or so minutes. still, you pout when chan uses his strength to keep you seated, grinding your hips to get stimulation still. you bury your head into your boyfriend’s neck, pitiful, little mewl leaving your lips.

chan chuckles, kissing your hair. “lemme take over, baby,” he says, stroking your skin. “let daddy do it now.”

you nod, squealing brokenly when chan rolls the two of you over with ease. you’re on your back in no time flat, chan’s cock slipping out of you much to your dismay. the emptiness doesn’t last long as chan shuffles into place between your spread thighs and pushes his dick back into your awaiting cunt. this time you’re mewling in pleasure, locking your ankles behind his back to keep him close.

“impatient,” chan breathes, pulling you closer by your hips. it forces his cock in deep, head of it knocking painfully against your cervix.

“f-fuck,” you gasp, squeezing him tight, “h-hurts there.”

“mm,” he hums, pressing his lips to yours. “i know,” chan coos, pulling out and rutting in again, “s‘cause daddy’s deep, huh, baby? in too deep for this little pussy, yeah?”

“yeah,” you respond, breathy as chan begins a steady rhythm, “so fucking deep!”

the depth of every subsequent thrust tests your limits, hitting just shy of your cervix. it makes you gush and squeal, cunt noisily eating up every single inch that your chan gives you. your mouth barely closes, the hinges of your jaw lax with pleasure as high-pitched noises tumble from the depths of your throat. each noise you let out provides a boost to chan’s non existent ego— has the dominant in him positively gloating. for all that chan is insecure about, his capability in getting you off is rarely ever one of them. it would never be one of them if it was all up to you, but every man has to have a flaw and chan’s is his ridiculous belief that he isn’t the perfect man you make him out to be.

you choke when he presses his pelvis to yours, big dick finally buried all the way inside. you’d go cross eyed if your eyes weren’t clenched shut, stuttering out chan’s name as he starts to grind into you. you want to come so badly; there’s a fire burning in the pit of your belly that’s threatening to grow larger, threatening to incinerate you from the inside out. chan seems to get it, picking up on the cues of your body with an ease only a practiced partner could possess.

“you wanna come?” he asks, nipping at your jaw.

“y-yes,” you stammer, clenching down hard on his cock, “wanna come, da-daddy.”

“okay,” he croons with a sensual grin. his hips rotate in a narrow circle, rubbing against your insides in a way that has your eyes rolling back in your skull. “daddy knows how to make this pussy come, yeah?”

“mhm, mhm!” you babble mindlessly, panting and turning your head while digging it into your pillow. “f-fuck! you know h-how to make your pussy come.”

chan’s teeth ache.

“shiiiit,” he groans, bearing his knees into the mattress, “whose pussy?”

“yours!” you say without hesitation, lifting your hips to catch each of his thrusts. “ch-chris, s’yours!”

you try to reach for his hand then, fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging. chan knows exactly what you want; you always want a wet thumb on your clit when you come. after all, it’s a part of your preferred way of coming: on his dick with his thumb rubbing your clit, lips attached to yours so he can swallow all your wrecked, little moans as you soak his cock. unfortunately, he’s not feeling quite that generous yet, so he keeps his hands planted firmly on your hips.

“no, no, no, baby. who does this pussy belong to?”

you wrack your lust-addled brain, desperately searching for the answer. chris didn’t work, so you know ‘chan’ won’t work. saying ‘yours’ didn’t either, so it must be a title he wants. the answer comes barreling into you suddenly, your pussy spasming as you shout it.

“daddy!” you holler, licking over your dry lips, “s’daddy’s pussy.”

the chuckle he releases is breathy, more of a seductive pant than a genuine laugh. it turns you on something fierce, stoking the flames in your gut, as does the gleaming smile that follows. you stare intently as chan finally brings a thumb to his mouth, making a show of wetting it with his tongue. the spasm of your walls around his cock at the gesture don’t go unnoticed — he knows his mouth is your guilty pleasure — but he’s on mission right now and can’t afford to get distracted.

“yeah, tha’s right, princess,” he agrees, thumbing through your folds to get at your pudgy, swollen clit, “this cunt’s all daddy’s.”

he punctuates the sentences with thrusts that feel like he’s punishing you, but you know better. you’ve been a good girl, good enough to earn the right to come on your daddy’s big dick and the knowledge causes your back to arch sharply, torn between drawing away from chan’s intensity and demanding it harder. thankfully, you don’t have to make choices, chan will always give you everything you need and more.

“c’mon, pretty,” he pants, sweat dripping off his face and onto his chest. his thumb rubs circles into your clit that are gentler than his thrusts, but somehow just right. “let it go, yeah?”

“t-trying,” you grit, flailing left and right, bowed so tight you might snap, “try’na come f’daddy.”

chan tuts, adjusting his thumb to make the combination of leaning into your space while fucking you and rubbing your clit easier. he fails, and you whine, angrily thumping your hands against the bed. you were so close that you could almost cry.

“shhh,” he croons, kissing your lips then your cheeks and jaw. “gotchu, okay? jus’ relax for me—that’s it, baby,” he praises as you loosen your muscles, relaxing into the bed, “good girl, yeah?”

“ye-yeah,” you sniffle, locking your arms around his neck, foggy, little brain still concerned with coming, “come now?”

“mhm,” chan hums, rolling his hips, kissing you deep. you can only respond with a happy hum, splaying one knee out to the side when chan nudges it open, the other staying locked around his hips.

this opens you up to him, making it easier for his to slide his thumb back onto your clit. you gasp, eyelids heavy as you pant into his mouth, eyes lock on his. he sucks on your bottom lips from time to time as he rubs, watching as the orgasm you’d lost starts showing itself again.

“ah, oh!” you squeal, blunt nails scratching across chan’s shoulders. “daddy! daddy g’na—!”

“yeah,” he rasps, thumb and hips picking up pace, “this my pussy?” he asks rhetorically, not waiting for an answer, “then that’s your cock, innit?”

you can’t help the way your cunt gushes, the way your eyes roll back as you nod frantically in agreement.

“go’head, baby, say it,” he goads, fucking your pussy nice and deep the way you like, “whose dick is it, huh? who owns this cock?”

“fuck, i d-do! i o-own this dick, s’mine!” you snap with something akin to a growl, coming suddenly and coming hard.

“fuck, baby,” he drawls, guiding you through it, “oh shit, you’re fuckin’ creamin’,” he pants, choking as his own release hits him just as he gets a good look at the pretty strings of cum you’ve left on his dick.

you mewl happily as you’re filled with warmth, kissing the underside of chan’s jaw once the peak of it has passed. he collapses into you gently and you cradle his body with yours, a comfortable heaviness settling into your bones the way it always does after a good fuck.

“y’know,” you cough, words slurring a little, “you’re pretty toxic.”

“what?!” chan startles with a choked laugh, “i am not toxic!”

“mhm,” you grin, clenching down on his softening cock, “you’re really possessive. might have to break up with you. get a restraining order or something.”

“ah,” he hums in understanding. “you wouldn’t dare,” he giggles, pecking your mouth before lifting into his palms, stretching his neck in a way that makes you wanna bite him.

“and if you wanted more of my cock, pretty girl, you could have just said so—!” he trails off into a squeal, element of surprise taking over as he finds himself flipped onto his back.

you grin like the cat who got the cream, mischievous and proud. chan supposes, in a way, you did get cream…. and it looks like you’re coming back for seconds.

“your cock?” you ask, head tilted and smiling evilly, “thought it was mine? this is my dick, right, daddy?”

chan grins back just as evilly.

“who’s the possessive one now?”

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