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THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

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CHAPTER THREE: OUR LUNA

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Long before you were born the war between the kingdoms of humans and supernatural creatures began. No one ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.

After the beautiful moment you both had shared by the lake Chan carried you back to his room, the room you both would share after your wedding. Though at this point you both didn’t want to be separated at all. Not after finally giving yourselves to each other. You spend the night making love til you were both absolutely spent. You were addicted to each other's touch, to each other's kisses, to the pleasure that you gave each other. You were sure that everyone in the castle could hear your cries as he claimed you over and over. Whimpering and whining for each other as you both whispered “I love you.”  

It was now morning and you woke up to him no longer beside you. Your heart sank at the feeling, but you were sure it was because he had matters to attend to. He was the king, and you were not his queen just yet. You blushed and held the sheet to your chest as maids entered the room. They ran you a hot bath which you took gladly, the water helped soothe you from being so sore after the passionate night you had with Chan. Once you were done you were presented with multiple dresses to wear for the day. This was something that would take a bit to get used to. You never had such lavish things, or people to wait on you. 

You found yourself exploring the castle, wanting to find the library. You walked past one of the large windows and stared out into the garden taking in the beautiful flowers now bright and vibrant in the sunlight. 

“Your highness.” You jumped and turned around wide eyed to see Changbin standing behind you. You held a hand to your chest as you let out a sigh of relief. 

“You scared me.” You breathed out and chucked. “What did I tell you about calling me that? You don’t have to.” He smiled gently at you and nodded. 

“Apologies Y/n.” He said quietly. “I saw you looked a little bit lost so I wanted to see if you needed anything. Have you eaten yet?” He asked softly.  You smiled softly at him and nodded. 

“Yes, Chan had the maids bring me breakfast this morning.” You said softly. “I was actually looking for the library. Or to see if there is one.” 

“There is one. Follow me, I’ll show you.” He said softly. He led you down the hall to a big doorway and pushed open the doors for you. Your eyes widened at the size of it. You walked in and looked around in awe. You had never seen so many books in your life. “We try to get as many books from the human kingdom as we can, as well as having a large amount of books on the history of supernatural creatures as well. You can find pretty much everything there.” You looked at Changbin and smiled. 

“Thank you for showing me the way.” You said softly and reached up to ruffle his hair. HIs eyes widened and he blushed before smiling softly. 

“Anytime, y/n.” He said softly. “If you ever need something when Chan isn’t available you’re bound to bump into at least one of us, so do not hesitate to ask us for anything.” He bowed at you before leaving you alone in the library. You spent time browsing through the books before settling on a book on the history of mermaids. You read it intently as you sat along a windowsill taking in the warmth from the sunlight as it shined on you. You were happy you had a chance to read and learn about the lore and history of the supernatural creatures. You were to be their queen so you wanted to learn as much as you could. Hours passed by as you read about the beautiful mermaids of the sea, and how they can transform into human form on land. 

“You look so beautiful, little pup.” Your heart leapt out of your chest and you looked up to see Chan leaning against a bookshelf gazing at you softly. You blushed and closed the book as he approached you and placed it to the side. “I missed you.” He whispered softly as he pressed his lips to your forehead, He caressed your cheek and smiled down at you. “I could barely focus on my meeting today, all I could think about was you.” He breathed out. 

Your cheeks turned a deep red at his words and you pulled him close to press your lips against his. He sighed happily into your lips and pulled you even closer. He slipped his hands between your legs and spread them wide. He moved between them and pressed into you as he deepened the kiss. You shivered at the feeling and pulled away to look at him shyly with a blush. He smirked and nuzzled his face in your neck and nipped at your skin. 

“My King.” You whimpered at the feeling and he let out a low growl into your neck. “N-Not here.” You added as he pushed your dress up until your bottom half was completely exposed to him.  He quickly got down on his knees and ripped away your undergarments. You gasped and arched as you felt his mouth against your core. “Chan!” You cried softly. You whimpered and covered your face in embarrassment. “My King, what if someone sees?” You mewled out as he devoured your core. 

“Let them see My Queen.” He growled into your wet core. “Let them see how good I make you feel. Let them see how you’re mine.” He slipped two fingers inside you and bit at your hand to suppress your moans. Your legs trembled as your back laid flush against the window.  Your other hand tangled in his locks as he pumped his fingers rapidly in you making you cry into your hand. He looked up at you and pulled your hand away from your mouth. “Don’t you dare try and hide those beautiful sounds. I want to hear you my little pup.” He ordered softly before attaching his mouth to your clit. You could feel your orgasm coming as you tightened around his fingers. 

“That’s it my love. Cum for me.” He groaned out. You came undone around his fingers with a loud cry. Your body shook and your eyes rolled back as your hips rocked into his mouth. Chan almost came at the sight of you. He licked his lips clean and moved up to kiss you softly. You whimpered into his lips and when he pulled away you saw him stare behind you. “It looks like we are not alone, my love.” Your eyes followed to where Chan was looking and you saw Hyunjin standing there. His face was flushed and he kept his eyes to the ground. 

“I’m so sorry.” Hyunjin whispered out. “Her scent, it just, I couldn’t stop myself from following it.” He looked at you and Chan both nervously. His eyes lingered on your bare legs and he gulped at the sight. Chan moved to him and pressed his hand to his forehead. 

“Your rut is starting.” Chan said softly and Hyunjin nodded with a deep blush. “You came to your Luna for help. ” He said softly as he looked at you. “Our Luna must help the pack whenever they’re in need.” You looked at them both in confusion and Chan walked back to you. “He’s in heat and would like you to help him. Can you do it my love?” Your eyes widened at his words and you looked to Hyunjin who was staring at your exposed skin in hunger. You shook under his gaze and looked at Chan nervously. 

“At some point all the boys will turn to you for help until they find their own mates. I trust him to not hurt you or mark you.” He said softly as he caressed your cheek. “But I will not force you my love. You’re human so it’s strange for you. But I know your heart and body are mine.” You let out a shaky breath and your heart pounded. 

"If you are okay with it, you will be loved by more than just me." He caressed your cheek softly. "They will love you just as strongly." You looked over to Hyunjin who was staring at you with such longing it made your heart flutter. You shouldn't be okay with this, but for some reason you couldn't bare to say no.

“Hyunjin.” You called softly. His lust filled eyes met yours and he bit his lip hard. You reached out to him and he immediately rushed into your arms. Chan smiled softly at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Chan are you sure?" You asked quietly.

“Treat him well my love. I’ll leave you both.” He said softly before leaving. Your eyes followed Chan as he left the library and then looked down to Hyunjin. He buried his face in your neck and kissed at your skin as his hands ran up your thighs. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and your ran your fingers through his long brown locks. 

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” He asked shyly. You blushed deeply at his words and nodded. He pressed his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle and slow. His fingers found your wet core and he brushed fingers against you core. You were so sensitive from what Chan had just did and you couldn’t stop yourself from whining into his mouth. He pulled away from you and looked at you softly. “Let me take you somewhere more comfortable.” He whispered softly. He picked you up bridal style and you let out a soft squeal. He chuckled as he carried you further into the library where there was multiple divans and a lit up fireplace. He set you down on your get and looked into your eyes.

“May I undress you?” He asked softly as his hands wandered to the ties on the back of your dress. You blushed and nodded as he untied them with ease and soon your dress slid off of you leaving you completely exposed in front of the younger male. His eyes wandered as he took in your body. “So beautiful.” He whispered as his fingers grazed your hips. “What I’d give to paint you Luna.” He whispered as his lips brushed against yours. 

“Hyunjin.” You breathed out as you looked into his eyes softly. “Don’t be nervous.” You caressed his cheek. “Chan trusts you then so do I and I want to help you. Please tell me what you need.” You said softly. He looked deep into your eyes. 

“I need to be inside you.” He let out in a whimper. He pressed his lips to yours and picked you up gently before laying you on the giant divan. He pulled away and began to strip off his clothes. Your eyes watched as your heart pounded. Once he was completely bare for you, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking in his beautiful body. He was skinnier but toned and looked like something crafted from the gods. Your eyes blushed as they landed on his long and curved member.  Not as thick as Chan’s but still very big. He stared at you as if waiting for a command. 

“Don’t hold back.” You said softly. “Come here.” He growled softly at your words and settled between your legs. His large hand gripped your hip as he kissed across your chest. He sucked at your nipple eagerly as his other hand brushed over your swollen and wet sex. He slid three fingers into you easily and you let out a soft moan. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth continued to devour your breasts.  You rocked your hips and whimpered as you felt his fingers hit deep within you. His name escaped your lips in a soft moan which made him look up to you with such need.

“Say it again.” He whispered as he curled his fingers inside you causing you to cry out. You complied and gladly moaned out his name. “God you are the most beautiful thing on this earth.” He growled out. He pulled his fingers out of you and lined the tip of his cock with your entrance. He looked deep into your eyes and he slowly pushed himself in. You stared at him as his eyes rolled back and his brows furrowed. It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. He spread your legs wide and looked down to watch his cock move in and out of you as he began to rock himself into you. The sight of your core taking him all the way making him moan loudly. “You’re taking me so well.” 

You were a blushing mess as you writhed beneath him feeling the tip of his cock already hitting spots that made your mind become foggy. He wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled you closer to him. Now you were straddling him as he thrusted up into you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him go even deeper and you couldn’t stop the cries from leaving your mouth. He pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss as his thrusts became more rough and violent. Your legs trembled as you cried out into his mouth. 

He held you by your waist and pounded into you rapidly. Both of your moans and cries for each other could definitely be heard throughout the library. You felt your second orgasm approaching and you sobbed out for him. He never took his eyes off of you as he too felt his climax coming and soon you were both coming undone together as you clung to each other desperately. You felt his hot seed spill inside of you as you buried your face in his chest. He growled as he pulled out of you and laid you on your stomach. His hands ran up your thighs and gripped your hips to raise them in the air. He lined up against you again already hard and slammed deep inside you. Causing you to scream out. 

Hyunjin slammed his hips relentlessly against yours. His need and want to breed you flooded his mind. All he cared about was watching you cry for him as he made a filthy mess of your cunt. Watching your face twist in joy at the feeling of his cum spilling inside you. You were too lost in the feeling as he continued to use you for his needs. You didn’t even know if you would be able to cum again but you didn’t care. You wanted to please him and help him through his time of need. You were his Luna after all. His fingers found your clit and he rubbed it rapidly. The feeling made you cry out as you moved to get away. The feeling was too much. But he pulled you back and continued desperate to feel you cum on his cock again.  

“H-Hyunjin!” You cried out as you buried your face into the cushion of the divan. Your legs began to shake violently and your core clenched around him once again. 

“That’s it. Please again.” He begged softly as he pounded into you. You clenched around his cock and came once more. Your body going limp beneath him. He held you up by your waist as he pounded into you for a little longer before finally cumming inside you again. But he was not done. No, his rut was far from over. He needed more and you were gladly going to let him have his fill.

oh look another surprise. :3 hehehe. who do you think she will help next? or will it just be a moment of passion between her and one of the pack. Chan does love to share. So much happening and they haven't even had the wedding yet. >:)

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kitchen beat

✮ bangchan x afab!reader ✮ kitchen sex, dry humping, (implied?) free use, creampie, unprotected sex, use of "good girl" once. ✮ not proof read

dressed in comfortable clothes after a long day, just a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. standing at the sink washing the dishes that have piled up. chan comes up behind you, wrapping you in a sweet back hug, perfectly positioned behind you so that your ass is pressed up against his cock.

“hi baby…” you whisper, biting your lip, pushing your ass back and you learn forward adding more pressure onto his cock.

he groans, wanting to maintain a normal conversation but finding it impossible as he slowly grinds against your ass.

“chan please do something!” you whine, unable to take it any longer, needing more than he was giving.

“alright,” chuckling a little, chan runs his hands up your back, sliding under your shirt, feeling your warm skin. 

still clothed, chan is moving his hips as if he were fucking you, hips meeting your plush, clothed ass, grazing your dripping cunt.

chan leans forward against your back, moving a hand under your shirt to grab your tits, teasing the nipples.

still snapping his hips forward, chan looks down and groans.

“fuuuuck, baby,” looking down he can see a wet patch forming on the crotch of his pants from your pussy.

“you like it that much? you’re that wet? i haven't even taken my cock out, baby. you want me to fuck you? fuck this pussy good for you, baby?”

“mmm” you nod your head mindlessly, looking at him over your shoulder, biting your lip.

chan maneuvers his pants down far enough to free his cock and pulls down your shorts to below your ass, pushing your panties to the side to reveal your soaking wet pussy. 

“oh god… fu-fuck!” slowly chan inches his cock into your tight and warm pussy, “you feel so good, baby. taking this cock so well, mmm.” chan fucking you with so much force your hips dig into the counter, gently rubbing your ass and hips to sooth you.

“c-chan, mmmhmp… so big… so deep,” again looking at him over your shoulder, eyes becoming glassy with need and the desire to cum.

“you’re clenching so hard, baby. can hardly move. this pussy loves my cock, huh? doesn’t want to let me go. want me to keep you nice and stuffed with my cock forever?”

whining desperately and begging, “please, please cum in my pussy. fill me up so good, baby, i need your cum so bad!” 

chan pumps his cock with your cunt, groaning your name as he pushes in as deep as he can and floods your cunt with his cum. he picks up fucking you again, rubbing your clit.

“that’s it baby, tighten that pussy up, cum on my cock, baby. do it.” 

your legs shake as you cream all over his cock and he holds you up.

chan slowly pulls out making you both hiss, only to replace his cock with his fingers, making you squeal as he fucks his fingers into your hole a couple times, coating them in the mixture of both his and your cum.

he raises his fingers to your mouth and leaving no room for discussion he demands, “suck.”

immediately you take his fingers into your mouth sucking them clean, tonguing between his fingers, coating them in your spit like a good girl.

❥of floral lace (m)

↳ Wedding planning is a stressful enough job as it is, without the added trouble of a handsome best man who can't seem to take his attention off of you.

But when it comes to 'meant to be,' maybe he knows something that you just don't quite know yet.

best man!bang chan x wedding planner!fem!reader — strangers to lovers, meet-cute, unrequited (?) pining, explicit sexual content. [11,2k wc] cws: alcohol consumption, protected penetrative sex, Chan wants it bad-bad, a lot of teasing and wanting and flirtatious banter.

In February, the weather is still cold. Bitter and icy, some days. Windy, with occasional snow, and it’s days like this that make it feel as though the warmth of spring and summer may never come. Sometimes, it’s the small reminders that life – the world itself – is ever changing. Spring will always come, winter will always end.

Such is life, isn’t it?

Walking up to the glass and platinum plated front doors of the expensive building, Chan muses the thoughts. Despite it not being for him – simply being an accomplice, of sorts – being involved in the wedding party tends to bring about the thoughts of ones own, personal love life. Life in general. Cycles of love and loss, all encompassing. A tall, white, building in a busy and upper class side of town – not where Chan is from, but where the bride-to-be was from. Completely foreign while simultaneously being familiar in proximity. Stepping forward and reaching for the door with his dominant hand, opening it for the couple and attempting to push his long, blonde hair out of his eyes with his other hand, the woman that his best friend would marry looks towards him kindly and chuckles – a comment about knowing the struggles of women with long hair versus the wind, and Chan smiles in response to her.

He likes her. Always had. Nothing romantic, but he was proud of the choice that his best friend of many years had made in a life partner. Chan often found himself hopeful that he, too, may one day make such a choice for himself.

The three enter the building as he continues the attempt of wrangling his hair – best friend in question, Lee Minho, laughing under his breath as to not disturb the quiet ambiance of the room they had just entered.

“Are you gonna cut it before the wedding?” he asks, lightly nudging Chan in the arm, and Chan looks at him in a slight state of shock, as if the thought had never even dawned on him for a second previously.

“Should I?”

“You don’t have to.”

Looking around, briefly at their surroundings: white furnishings, carpeting, walls – gold accenting mostly, with hints of forest green among the well-kept plants and coming together along the counter outline of the desk – he feels wholly out of place. It was much too expensive for him, and if he ever were to be planning a wedding in the future, it likely would not be here.

He brings himself back to the conversation, “does she want me to?” referring to the bride in question, and Minho only shakes his head. “No, she doesn’t mind.”

“I’ll be with you in just a second!”

A woman’s voice calls from another room – back behind the desk they stand before. Beige envelopes and paperwork lightly strewn across it; it’s somewhat messy, but nothing completely unmanageable, and the phone begins to ring at that moment.

Chan hears the same voice that had just called to them curse lightly under it’s breath. He cracks a smile at the break in character, as it were.

It’s in that moment that he finally lays eyes on you – beige pant-suit and hair in a ponytail, pen in mouth as you fly around the corner and attempt to answer the phone with the item still snug between your teeth before you realize that that simply will not do, hurriedly tugging it from your lips and lightly tossing it on the desk in front of you. You look up to the party of three in front of you, waiting patiently, and smile.

“Just a second.”

“No problem, take your time,” the bride insists.

Chan can only watch on in awe, though.

It’s a relatively quick phone call, confirming an appointment for flower arrangement the following week and then it’s all eyes on the individuals in front of you. You look at the bride, the groom, and then Chan – quite obviously not the one getting married. Messy, wind-swept golden hair and beady brown eyes – but in jeans and a hoodie with a small spot on it that looks akin to a child who had accidentally spilled some sauce on himself and forgot to clean it up.

A little charming, due to the fact that he’s good looking. Turns out that can get one pretty far in and of itself.

“Right so,” you begin, taking a deep breath before continuing, “what can I do for you?”

Minho and his soon-to-be wife begin the discussions that they had gone there for, Chan listening on and truly as if he were playing the part of the son that had been dragged along for the ride due to no childcare being available. Your eyes can’t help but creep towards him every now and then – watching the way that he looks around the room, almost as if in awe of the sights – not that the interior was anything to call home about. You found it charming, his simple appreciation for…white, you supposed.

Calling for them to come into the back with you, the group sit at a table filled with thick binders with numerous labels atop them. Things like “reception,” “flowers,” “lighting,” anything that you could think of and even many that you hadn’t lined the table, and Chan considers for a second that maybe he won’t get married, after all.

He brings his attention to Minho, who happily dives into one of the binders – evidently delighted by the prospect of wedding planning. A complete disintegration from the stereotypical male response – the response that had just immediately come to Chan, himself.

He figures that maybe you have to be there, then.

“These are the more basic, common options up at the front on these pages, they’re labeled with this color,” you point out towards one of the binders displayed in front of Minho’s fiancee, “the further back, the more expensive and intricate the options become. It’s good if you have a budget in mind so that we can plan accordingly, of course.”

And of course, Chan is listening. Of course he is. But he can’t help but get lost in his own thoughts, as well as he watches you work. Taking notice of your smile and how pretty it is, the few loose strands of hair that have fallen away from the rest that lie bundled up into a tie at the back of your head. Chan watches your eyelashes when you blink and notices their length, and how pretty the color of your eyes are. Your earrings – expensive looking, hopefully not expensive in price, he thinks to himself as he loses himself in wishful imaginative thought – because if the two of you were to date, he wouldn’t be affording anything of the sort, and Chances are, that if they were expensive, then you wouldn’t be interested in dating him, anyways.

Chan had a habit of romantically getting ahead of himself, that much was evident.

“Chan?”

A sudden, vocal intrusion once again pulling him back to earth, it’s the sound of his best friends voice calling towards him. “You okay?”

“Oh,” he says, clearing his throat and sitting himself up in his chair properly. “Yeah, sorry, was spacing out. What’s up?”

“What do you think of this color? We need an outside opinion, that’s what you’re here for.”

Chan leans himself forward and out of his chair to look over the shoulders of the couple. Napkins. They forced him to stop fantasizing about dating the cute wedding planner for napkins.

Because obviously what he had been doing was of much more importance.

“Um, I like the lavender.”

“See, I think I like the pink, actually,” the fiancee replies.

“Keep in mind you don’t have to commit to anything today,” you remind them, “this visit is really only to get an idea of where we want to go, we’re not setting anything in stone.”

“Says you, I’m planning our own wedding,” Chan thinks to himself in response.

With pinks and roses decided among numerous other items, it’s a couple of hours later that the four of you bid farewell. You shake the hand of Minho, and the bride-to-be hugs you – much to your surprise, but with Chan, it’s a bit more awkward of a goodbye – due to the necessity of his being there in any capacity being up for discussion. However, you smile, thank them all for coming, and wish them well on their day.

Little do you know, however, the plans that the airhead friend have already set into motion.

According to him, of course.

The sound of the doorbell rings through the room as you look up from your paperwork in the back office. Gently pushing things aside in an attempt to find your schedule book, you gaze on in confusion to find that you have nothing on the agenda for this hour – and with the firm not taking walk-ins, you fail to guess what it could possibly be.

It does, however, make more sense upon finding out what the wind had blown in today.

“Hey!”

You’re shocked to find Chan standing at the door. Less the shock of it being him, and more the shock of him looking just as disheveled as he had the few days prior when you had met him. How could an adult man be so not put together, and especially on this side of town? It’s something you contemplate but only for a moment, as you are forced to address him now that he is presented before you.

“Uh, hey, so we don’t take walk-ins—“

“Oh no, it’s not like, a thing, I was just asked to drop by to relay some information.”

“Why you?”

“Was in the area.”

“You were in—“ and you pause, trying to think of a polite way to carry on with the thought, “—the area.”

Chan sort of realizes that the gig is up at that moment, in his shorts and his hoodie in twelve degree weather, and smiles gently. “Yeah.”

You roll your eyes, but motion for him to follow you into the back office with you nonetheless in order to take notes about whatever it is that he had gone there for – chuckling to yourself about the fact that he showed up to a very expensive office in winter, wearing shorts.

You don’t even want to do the soul searching it would take to figure out why you find that endearing, perhaps best left for therapy.

Sitting down in your chair, you pull out the file for the bride and groom in question and pick up a pen. “Has the client changed their mind about something we had discussed the other day?”

“Yeah,” Chan begins, but it’s slow, as he looks around and takes in the sights of the somewhat chaotic back office space that you call your own. You gently, playfully, call out a “hey” towards him to bring him back to the topic at hand. “Oh uhh, yeah, so instead of the pink, they decided on the lavender after all.”

“Interesting, your choice,” you respond.

“You remembered?”

Realizing what you had done, that you had, in fact, remembered what his input had been, you feel a bit of the heat of embarrassment rush into your ears – but attempt to play it cool.

“Of course, you were a part of the planning.”

He doesn’t respond, and only smiles down at you, shoulder holding him upright against the wooden frame of the doorway.

“And they decided on lilies instead of roses, also.”

“Good choice,” you answer, scribbling onto the paper in front of you and quickly penning something over the mark to replace it. “I preferred the lilies, myself.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Chan answers, and it’s so smooth it sounds as if he never said anything unusual at all.

You know he’s flirting with you, you simply choose to ignore it.

“Is there anything else?”

“No, just those two things.”

You stop, furrowing your brows in confusion and taking a moment to truly consider the oddity of the scenario before you. “Why…didn’t they just call me, why did they send you in person? These sorts of matters can be dealt with over the phone.”

But Chan merely shrugs and continues smiling at you. “Dunno, didn’t ask.”

You don’t take yourself for much of a detective, but figure it’s pretty simple to see what’s going on here. It’s cute, but you’re not interested.

You stand, motioning out towards the main lobby of the building and walk ahead of the man.

Chan takes it upon himself to view all of the ways in which you exist before him. Your hair, your eyes, your clothes.

Perhaps a moment where most men would objectify you, Chan is merely finding all of the intricate details, all of the little things – tiny ways in which he can talk himself into falling in love with you.

And you’re just trying to get the work day over with.

“I think if it were my wedding,” Chan begins, elbows on the desk and chin placed into his palms as you sit at your swivel chair and gently look up towards him as if he’s somewhat of an inconvenience to you. “I think, forest green and gold, a bit like this,” he says, pointing towards the detailing of the marble just under him. “What about you?”

“You think about wedding planning?” you can’t help but ask, unusual for a presumably straight man. You consider for a moment that you had been picking up all of the wrong vibes from him. Maybe he wasn’t into you, after all.

“Yeah, well,” and he pauses, thinking again, “well, truthfully, I hadn’t until the first day we all came here. I have been since then.”

“That’s cute.”

“So what about you?”

“I have work to do, if we’re done here,” you respond, ignoring his question entirely and instead meeting him with a tonally cheeky reply, avoiding eye contact as to not laugh.

“Answer me and I’ll leave then!” Chan whines in response, and you really wish you didn’t find this sort of behavior endearing in any way.

But you sigh in defeat, putting the pen that you had just picked up back down in a huff and looking up at him in gentle irritation, “fine.”

“Burgundy,” you start, pushing papers around to find a tablet of color swatches beneath them, and you point to a color on it with a freshly manicured nail. “Similar to this, more blue-toned. and then—“ you pause, pushing the present swatches aside in favor of different ones that you had located in the meantime. “Gold accenting, like this. And yellow roses.”

“Why yellow?”

“I just like them.”

Chan knows that he responds to you, although if you asked him just after he had left what he had said, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Instead, the man loses himself immediately in thoughts of a quickly developing crush. He watches your fingers dig through papers and point to colors – watches the way that your lips move with the words that you speak and the way the corners of them pull up when you talk about the things that you like in particular. It’s all in the way that you so matter of a factly say that you “just like” yellow roses – no other thoughts, no other reasoning. Just because.

Chan wonders if this is love – an absolutely, mind-numbingly, all-encompassing smittenness for another person that you barely know anything about. Juvenile and reckless and for all of the wrong reasons. Love at first sight. The honeymoon period that hasn’t even begun yet, and Chan was full-swing all the same.

And you wish it had been different for yourself – a child-like innocence to him that you found so charming and disarming in so many ways. a cute crush that surely would never develop past the phase in which it had already reached – you found yourself daydreaming about cute dates and picking out colors with him regardless, before shaking yourself out of it and returning back to your work.

bad idea, dating the clientele – even if only tangentially related as such.

“Hey.”

The smile on his face carries through the simple, verbal notion and you manage to pick up on it, even with all of the hustle and bustle going on around you.

That doesn’t stop him from having scared the shit out of you, though.

You watch Chan grin in response to your sudden yell and turn, “Jesus Christ,” escaping through your lips in exasperation and he still only carries a hopeful, happy curl of his lips.

“Bad time?”

The irony of the question being, of course, that he is asking it all the while you pick up the numerous sheets of paper, spools of lace, and other such items from the floor – items that had been suddenly relinquished from your grasp at the ill-timed intrusion of a man, a man not even getting married.

“Yes, you could say that—“ you respond, an attempt not to sound rude but perhaps failing ever so slightly. He was being irritating, after all. “—if we’re going to talk, then we’ve got to talk and walk,” you say, finally pulling everything into your bag and swinging it over your shoulder just before hurriedly rushing out from behind the desk and past the man before you – nearly dumbfounded in appearance at the way you move about in the middle of the day – even if for work. “I’ve got places to be, so make it quick.”

Rushing down the sidewalk, heeled shoes clattering against it, Chan watches in amazement at his inability to keep up. He wonders how you muster up the strength and ability to do this day in and day out – and with a smile on your face, at that.

“You need to take this,” you finally say to him, stopping only briefly enough to push some of the things in your hands, into his own. “Make yourself useful.”

“Happy to,“ he begins to respond, but only to watch as your back turns towards him again – ponytail in full swing, rushing back towards where ever it had been that you had been roped into stumbling towards.

Chan stops to smell the flowers – literally. As a few of varying different types had been thrown into his arms – but it’s quickly off to the races again, as to not disappoint.

And he can’t help but watch in complete, smitten, awe of you as you dart in and out of shops and doorways as you go. He never goes in with you – waiting patiently out front of where ever it is that you end up in the next moment, but he finds that he is never waiting long – that you work quickly. And he knows that he doesn’t know the workings of your job, your career, really at all, so maybe this is normal, but he smiles to himself at the way that the details of the situation don’t even really matter to him. Chan makes sure to watch you in a sort of make-shift slow motion that he crafts himself from scratch in the moment – capturing you and your essence and all of the things that he finds himself oh so quickly becoming enamored with, even just the way the wind some times catches your coat, it feels like a movie to him…the way his heart seemingly gets swept away in the same gust.

You step out of a building, as Chan is mid-thought, watching your every movement as he does. You don’t even notice it. Notice him. Not really.

He knows that.

Smiling, you bid the client farewell and give a sigh of relief towards the man that had aided you in your short, but fast-paced journey. “Thank you, sorry to make you—“

“Go out with me.”

The question arrives as a shocking on, albeit looking back on the situation, perhaps it should not have. You actually do give it some thought, as well – which in and of itself comes as a bit of a surprise to you, as well.

And you’re almost disappointed when you have to turn him down.

“Tonight, let’s get a drink.”

“Chan, that’s nice of you but—“ pausing briefly, you consider how to word the dismissal delicately…and sort of in a way to not shut down the possibility of going out in the future. “I have too much work to do tonight, and tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

You don’t want to talk to him like a child. Like someone to pity, but the refusal always finds a way to come out that way anyways. You watch Chan smile at you all the same, nodding to himself and simply saying “okay” as a response.

“You have a good night then, alright?” he adds, turning to head towards where home would be, and you’re not sure which part it is that’s yelling – the head or the heart – but one of them certainly is not being quiet about it’s desire to change it’s mind about the drink matter.

But you stand strong. There’s always more men.

“I will, you do the same.”

“I will.”

Chan loves watching you work. Hell, suffice it to say Chan fell in love watching you work. And perhaps it’s too much, too quick — something he tells himself from the logical part of his brain. You don’t even know her, dude. Which is true and he knows it, but the truth is that Chan has sort of taken it upon himself to fill in all of the blanks in the most shining, beautiful ways that he can. A man that lives on the precipice of a romantic comedy at all times — he’s always only been waiting for this moment. for someone like you. Someone to come in and sweep him off of his feet, as it were.

Just a hopeless romantic, that Bang Chan.

“Now’s not really the best time—“ you manage out towards him, mouth full of safety pins and fingers attempting to fumble through loads of white, shimmering fabric.

Dress fittings, the best part of the whole getting married gig, to some.

He doesn’t reply, carefully discarding himself from the doorway as to not be an obstruction physically in the same way that his presence is in every other way. He does smile, though. Halfway. A sly curly of the lip that you catch before pressing more pins into the bodice of your client.

Chan watches the whirlwind before him — feeling like the exaggerated display of floral lace and shiny shoes being tossed up and around like in the cartoons one sees when growing up weren’t actually that far from the truth — he smiles all the same, because he’s charmed by it all.

He especially takes note of your tied back hair and the way your jacket had been discarded probably long before he had arrived. How it appeared as though your day had already been a long one, despite it only being the early afternoon.

It’s the first time that Chan thinks to himself that you might really be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

But his attention is pulled back to reality, a woman gently leaning towards him and softly addressing him — as if she had known that his thoughts weren’t there with them at the time.

“Are you with the bride?”

Taken by surprise, Chan shakes his head — hands up in submission. “Oh, I’m with her!” he says, and points towards you as you continue diligently working on the fitting before you.

“Oh my God,” the client suddenly exclaims, turning towards him so suddenly that it sends you reeling. “You’re getting married, too!?”

Fuck sake.

“Wow, what a coincidence, huh?” the staff smiles towards Chan, before heading towards the small cooler behind the counter and pulling out a bottle of champagne. “We certainly have to celebrate this!”

It’s a roller coaster, for sure — and as hilariously charming the confusion is, Chan’s eyes can’t help but stay glued to your figure. Scanning your reaction. A chance you don’t hate this? A chance you might be willing to play along? Play pretend? Just for him, just for today?

The staff member comes back over to Chan without any time wasted, handing him a glass of bubbly gold liquid before sauntering over to you and handing you the same. Drinking is pretty strictly against the rules while on the job — except in situations where not drinking could cost you the job, of course. It’s up to your own discretion, case by case basis.

Suppose we’re pretending we’re getting married today. Just another check mark off of the list of completely insane things that the job every so often required of you.

Chan finally makes his way to the back and towards you, gently smiling — it says sorry that this happened, but it’s kind of fun, right? And you wish that you could deny him the pleasure of being right.

“So, have you started dress shopping yet?” the bride asks, eyes sparkling and excitement lacing her voice. You found it so lovable — the absolute delight that she seemed to receive from just the mere prospect that someone else might be just as happy as she was — who were you to ruin her day, then?

“N-no, not yet,” you stutter out, bashfully smiling towards Chan and then quickly away from him, because what the fuck? “I’m quite picky.”

You can see Chan trying to reign in the curl of the corners of his mouth at the response. He’s enjoying it way too much for your liking, possibly more than the client before you.

“You should try something on with me! Oh my God, please!” she gasps, grabbing at your free hand and shaking it gently. “Please! It would be so fun!”

“Oh, I—“ suddenly looking up towards Chan — full on smiling, now — and back at the client, you feel a bit outnumbered. “I shouldn’t, I’m working…”

“Yeah, for me!” she answers, hands on her hips in a playfully authoritative way, “so I think if I want you to try on a dress with me, that you should probably do it!”

It’s a mischievous threat, not backed by any actual ill-will, but you do have to consider any possible implications behind it — she is a big client, an expensive client.

You should probably just do what you’re told, right?

Running your hands down the front of the beaded bodice, it’s sort of an impulse to avoid your own reflection in the numerous, angled mirrors before you. Set up to show you every inch of yourself — you find irony in the fact that you wish to see none of it, because it feels wrong. It’s out of place, and not how you had dreamed your first dress try on to be — to appease a rich, pushy client and for a man that for all intents and purposes, you don’t even know. Playing dress up and pretend at your big age, it wasn’t the ideal outcome.

You hear the woman call out for you — indiscernible words that you know the meaning of all of the same. Hurry up, come out, become a spectacle. But you had already agreed, and the faster you begin, the faster it will end. You look up, finally making eye contact with yourself in the reflection, and your heart drops — but not for any of the aforementioned reasons you had expected. In a flash, all of your previous concerns simply melt away, just like that.

You looked beautiful. Ethereal.

And in the moment, you became painfully aware of all of the years that you had spent attending to the romantic wants and needs of everyone but yourself. Seeing yourself in the dress became an acutely stark reminder that maybe — just maybe — it was time to allow yourself to focus on you.

And despite barely knowing the man before you, watching the way his eyes lit up at the sight of you as you gently strolled into the room — as if he had never seen a sight more beautiful in his life — you think to yourself that if this guy can look at you this way, then imagine the way that someone who loved you would look at you.

Irony.

A few hours later into the evening, the sun setting and air cooling, the four of you say your goodbyes as the staff locks up the shop and the client joyfully heads off and on her way. When only the two of you are left — you and Chan — you let go a heavy sigh of relief, one that feels as though it had made a happy home in your chest, never to be evicted or removed in any way.

“What a horrifically stressful day,” you start, as to set the tone of the conversation and not let the man before you get any ideas that you may have actually enjoyed any part of the goings on of the day. “But she was happy, that’s all that matters.”

“Is that so?” Chan replies, a hint of doubt in his tone. “You really hated it that much? You looked pretty.”

The compliment sends heat rushing to your face. Since when was that a side effect of engaging with this gentleman?

“I guess it’s good that you played along,” you say, pulling your messy ponytail out and beginning to put it back up into a more well-maintained one. “It’ll be a really positive memory for her, and that’s my job, after all.”

Chan simply watches you, taking in every moment as if it’ll be the last because really, who knows.

“Anyways, since she was so happy, if you don’t have anything going on tonight—“

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” you respond in a playful-yell, slapping at his arm, but Chan only laughs.

“I do know what you were going to say! You were going to ask me out! I said yes!”

“I wasn’t going to ask you out!” you quip, slightly embarrassed by how transparent you had seemingly been. “I was going to agree to going out with you, since you had asked me before, they’re different things, actually.”

“Ah, I see,” Chan replies, only playing along with your asinine explanation but not willing to push it any further because in the end — he was getting precisely what it was that he had wanted all along. “Well in that case, I know just the place.”

Only a few blocks down the street and a quick right, Chan stops and holds his hand out as if you usher you ahead of him. Gray, stone steps trailing down into what appears to be a basement, hole in the wall type establishment — you’re almost a little concerned. This is an upper class area of the city, and this is where he takes you? And it’s as if the man just behind you is capable of reading your mind, chiming out “just trust me, you’ll like it.”

You open the door, holding it for him to follow, and the dimly lit atmosphere almost sweeps you just off your feet. A beautiful, antique adorned establishment, decorated as if to appeal to numerous generations before; but in the most swanky, high class, way. The type of surroundings that just about anyone from any walk of life could find charm in.

So shocked, you forget that you had stopped to take in the sights.

“Come on, let’s not linger in the doorway,” Chan says as he passes, cheeky-toned and knowing that he had caught you.

Shrugging your coat off, you hang it on the rack and take a seat next to him at the bar. Drinks are ordered and quickly served due to it not being a busy night, and Chan wastes no time getting into the nitty-gritty of what it was he was interested in: you. Everything about you. Where you’re from, where you live now, where you went to school and what you studied and your hobbies — it’s all things that he, of course, has a genuine interest in — but that doesn’t change the fact that they are but stepping stones to the meat and potatoes of what it was that he really wanted to know.

Your relationship status. Are you single. Are you looking. Are you open to the possibility of falling in love, and not just with anyone, but with him, specifically.

Although, perhaps he would not be one to lean so hard into the tail end of the obvious.

“Truth is,” you begin, shimmering glass of red wine pressed delicately to your already stained-red lips. “I’ve been single for a while. Sort of on purpose, I suppose. I wanted to focus on work and really get my career going for a while before I put time and effort into adding another person into my life.”

“Is that serving you?” Chan questions, his own glass mirroring yours against his mouth.

You pause for a moment to consider the answer — remembering how you felt in that fleeting moment back at the dress shop, seeing yourself in that dress. Was it serving you?

“Yeah, I think so,” you finally answer in an accompanying nod, “I think it’s important to be able to be happy by oneself before attempting cohabitation of some sort.”

And Chan chuckles in response, much to your surprise. “'Cohabitation’ makes it sound so clinical, like the concept of dating someone is a science experiment.”

“Isn’t it sort of?”

“Yeah, suppose it is, in ways.”

“What about you?”

And now he pauses, thinking himself through the slew of potential replies that bounce through his mind in an instant — some more insane than others, admittedly.

“Happily single, but always open to the possibility.”

“I think that’s a good way to look at it.”

Chan takes a slow sip from his glass and eyes you intently, as if trying to gauge your interest in his answers based purely off of a single, minute, change in facial expression. Hell, he wanted it so bad he was willing to make it up himself.

It’s the gentle curly of your lip at his reply that catches him off guard — burned into his memory forever and always — or at least until a moment were to come that the two of you would have made enough memories together that such an insignificant one need not be held onto for so long anymore.

Drink glasses emptied and coats slung back over shoulders, the two of you head back out and onto the chilled sidewalk to head your own separate ways. You can’t help but take notice of the way Chan looks at you — eyes shining in the florescence of the street lamp just behind you — the first time that you acknowledge to yourself that you think he is handsome, as well as the first time you acknowledge that feeling in your chest that you get when he happens to come around.

It’s a bad time.

“Look, I had a nice time but—“

Chan rolls his eyes in response already, and you haven’t even finished the sentence.

“What? You’re a client…kind of.”

“I’m not, and on top of that, I can assure you that they would not care at all! They’d probably think it was cute, actually. I’m sure Minho would already have so many stories to tell at our wedding from the first consultation.”

“Well that’s not reassuring,” you snort, “telling me I was already so memorably unprofessional from the beginning, huh?”

“Only in my eyes, don’t worry, they loved you.”

“Chan!”

“Come on, I’m kidding,” he replies again, “it’s not a big deal, they wouldn’t think anything of it. You’re making it into a bigger deal than it would be in your head.”

You know that that is likely the case. You also know that it’s just so easy to say one thing — like that one is ever so willing to look for love — and then construct the simplest walls given to you to avoid it at all costs.

The two of you still in silence for a moment, as if in a stand-off of sorts, but you more than capable of breaking the silence and constructing just one more wall — for good measure, of course.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you say, with finality. “Thank you for tonight, I had a nice time.”

Chan thinks to himself as he watches you walk away, that if it were any other woman, in any other circumstance, he would have already live and let live. That even in watching the way you turn him down and walk away, that you’re still simply the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Musing about every word that you said and the way in which you said it — how your glass of red wine stained your lips just the perfect amount that it made it nearly unbearable to not kiss them, how pretty your hands looked around the wine glass and how cute your smile was every time he said something that — purposefully, of course — you found mildly irritating.

Making his way to his empty apartment again, and standing just outside, Chan knows that there is progress made.

But what are you running from?

When you hear the jingling of the front door, and look down to your planner to find nothing having been scheduled for that time, you know that trouble is awaiting you in the lobby — trouble in the form of a kinda beefy, 171cm handsome gentleman by the name of Bang Chan.

Eh, suppose things could always be worse.

Lazily buttoning the deep maroon button of your vest as to look presentable, you look up and lock eyes with him as you come around the bend and into the front of the establishment. Chan — in all of his glory — a fitting pair of jeans for once and a shirt to match, you’re a little surprised. Had he made the effort all for you? Charming, if not for the fact that you told him you weren’t going to date him only a week prior to now.

Some men have a problem taking ‘no’ for an answer, unfortunately, sometimes it’s kind of charming when that’s the case, as well.

“Honey, I’m home!” Chan chimes, and you roll your eyes as you make your way to the front desk and seat yourself down.

“Yes Chan? Can I help you?”

“Always.”

“With something involving my job in some capacity.”

“Oh, right, that!” he answers. You know that he knows what you mean, he’s always just doing his utmost to be as much of a problem as possible. You’re not happy about how charming you find that, either.

“So, rehearsal dinner is in two weeks, on Thursday.”

“I know that, it’s my job to know that, I already talked to the bride two days ago.”

“Well I’m not here to tell you about it, I’m here to ask you to be my date to it.”

The brazen admission takes you off guard. It wasn’t really the first time Chan had ever asked you out, but this felt…different. Perhaps because of the night at the bar not too long prior.

You weren’t particularly fond of the way it made your stomach flip, either.

“I’ll be there, but for work, not for fun.”

“For pleasure, I think is how they call it,” he corrects, and you’re not proud of what the implications of that do to your mind.

You clear your throat, Chan watching all the while with a grin, and avoiding eye contact altogether, you stand again — pulling some items from the counter top into your arms and heading into the back from where you came.

“Right, well,” you say, attempting to play off how flustered you’ve now become in his incredibly flirtatious presence. “I have work to get back to, so, I will see you at the rehearsal — because it is my job and I suppose that you will also be there.”

With a smile on his face and eyes never leaving your form, before you’re able to scurry off to freedom, one last thing leaves his lips — because of course it does.

“Do a little something nice with your hair, it’s an occasion, isn’t it?”

You had never felt the need to keep a pillow to scream into in the back end of your office prior, but perhaps now were as good a time as any to invest.

On rehearsal night, catching your reflection in one of the mirrors of the wedding venue, you sort of wish that you had been a stronger person. You wonder how it was, exactly, that this man that you truly, barely knew, had managed to wear down your resolve in such a way that you were playing dress up for him. No, your attire not different than a typical work day — you were still on the clock, after all.

But your hair. And you can’t stand the way Chan looks to the floor with a smile when he first catches glance of you. Well, can’t stand it, and also sort of adore it.

“So, the brides mother, father, and sister we’re thinking of having here — but if there’s something that I’m missing, let me know so I can arrange it in a way that—“

“Hey there.”

Frozen in place, you don’t have to turn to check who it is anymore, and meeting eyes with the catering planner you had been speaking to, you smile gently before motioning that you need a moment, and turning towards Chan. “I’m working, can you give me a moment?”

“We need you to sit in for rehearsal, we’re missing someone.”

“Absolutely not, are you crazy?”

“Come on, you only have to pretend you have a crush on me, you don’t really have to have one.”

Turning back to the caterer in an instant, you insist that you’ll email the finalized plans over to him right away in the morning before finishing your conversation with Chan.

“If you keep interrupting me at work, I might not have a crush on you, real or make believe.”

“I think it’ll take more than that,” he replies with a cheeky grin, and nodding his head over towards the table, “now get over here and pretend you’re in love with me.”

It’s sort of sick, how easy it is for him to talk you into it. All of it. Any of it.

When the seating plan goes smoothly, and all of the wedding participants stand to take in slow views of the rest of the venue ahead of the big day, as you finish off some notes, Chan saunters over towards you with two glasses of wine in hand. “Come out with me?”

Stepping out and onto the large, white stoned balcony, you sigh in relief at how smooth the night had gone. You explain to Chan that — even in spite of having done the job for years, there’s always parts of every new client experience that feel brand new, that you feel as though you’ve never done before. Chan gazes on intently as he watches you speak with vigor, with self-respect, and with love and adoration for yourself. He thinks, in that moment, it might truly be the sexiest thing about you — at least, thus far.

When the gentle wind blows your lightly curled hair to one side and sends a shiver down your spine, Chan reaches out and pulls you towards him — into his warm embrace.

“It’s still chilly this time of year, yeah?” he says, and it’s almost a whisper. Perhaps the quietest you think you’ve ever heard him.

You opt out of responding verbally, and silently enjoy the warmth the man brings to you.

“Hey,” he says again, suddenly, and pulling you from him ever so slightly. Again, you choose not to reply, assuming that there were to be more words following up such a statement.

But you were soon to find that to not be the case — as Chan leans down and into you, plush lips gently pressing into your own.

The warmest you had felt all evening, you think to yourself — and perhaps interested in more where that came from, after all.

A short drive in Chan’s car lands the both of you in front of your apartment building — a gentleman, having offered his services of bringing you home in one piece — albeit, the thoughts of being torn apart by him figuratively becoming more and more of interest to you as the moments near him pass. Surely, one glass of wine wasn’t enough to throw all caution to the wind.

Unless…?

“Can I walk you up?”

Grabbing your belongings from the floor of the front seat, you chuckle. “Not much to walk, my building has an elevator.”

“Wow, fancy,” he replies smugly. “Didn’t know you had elevator-money in this sort of economy.”

“Go to Hell, yes you can walk me up, sheesh.”

His playfulness was what really had you, and you hated to see it. Broken down by the childlike innocence and joy of someone who was becoming more intriguing, more desirable, and more sexually attractive by the second. Truly, what had happened to your resolve?

Manicured finger pressed into the up arrow button, the elevator is silenced completely — no indication of it ever having registered the button being pressed at all. You press it again, and still nothing.

You sigh.

“Broken?” he says.

“Probably just asleep,” you quip back, “yes it’s broken. Have to take the stairs I suppose — you don’t have to come, I live on the fourth floor, I’m sure I can make it.”

“Better safe than sorry, really.”

Rolling your eyes, the both of you head towards the stairwell — all the while you hoping the slamming beating of your heart against your chest won’t reverberate through the echoing halls of the winding concrete cave that you are about to enter.

Floors two and three go without a hitch — well, mostly. It’s between three and four, that you realize there was never any Chance of you getting out of this stairwell unscathed. Or un-somethinged, at least.

He had plans all along.

“Hey,” Chan quietly calls towards you from behind, a hand reaching out and snatching your wrist from behind. It’s gentle, but enough to have you stumbling ever so slightly. He catches you — turning and pressing your back against the cold, white, wall — and them himself even harder against you.

Hot breath ghosting against the skin of your face, Chan’s lips fail to make contact with your own — instead opting to press into your jaw, and then your neck — and not without the direct contact of his hard thigh wedged into the apex of your own.

You’re a little ashamed of how little it took for him to pull from you a verbal response. It wasn’t much, but a breathy whine all the same — and you can feel the curling of his lips against you in affirmation that he had, in fact, heard it.

“I want you,” he whispers into your flesh, and the admission makes you dizzy with desire, pressing yourself down and against his leg for friction even more — as if to say that you felt the same way.

“Do you want me?” he follows up, mildly irritated at the fact that he’s asking, given the physical cues, but you still manage the breathy “yes” that he had been waiting oh so long for.

Chan thinks that it sounds so much better than he had ever even imagined it would. Unfortunate that this was not to be the time nor the place.

Pulling away, the loss of body against your own leaves you confused and frazzled — chest heaving and eyebrows furrowed, but you choose not to speak, because surely he would.

Because what the fuck?

And right on cue, “not now, I mean—“ he pauses, looking down at the tenting in his own pants and adjusting as for it to be not as obvious in the case of running into other people. “Not here, or now.”

“My apartment is right there—“

“I know,” he nods, “trust me, I want to — obviously — but I like you, so—“

“You can’t have sex with someone you like? Are you one of those Madonna-whore type guys? I knew there had to be something wrong with you.” You spiral off, adjusting your pants and trying to gather yourself properly. Chan merely laughs in response for a moment.

“No, it’s nothing like that, I’m perfectly capable of fucking you,” he answers clearly, and with decisiveness. “And I will, presumably. But let’s get to know each other a bit more first, yeah?”

“Oh my God,” you exclaim, a little annoyed at the games that Chan seemingly loves to play with you, and yet, willing to continue playing them on his terms all the same. “Fine, I guess I’ll get to know you or whatever.” Playful sarcasm dripping from the tail end of your response.

He laughs, gentle smile taking his features — and in his mind, all of the ways he plans to have you when the time is right.

When Chan shows up to your place of employment only three days later, it’s bad timing. The truth of the matter, is that it’s always bad timing, that’s the nature of a fast paced job such as your own, though. Shoving items into a bag and slinging it over your shoulder — followed by desperately trying to free your ponytail from the confines of the sling as you run towards the door, you only manage out with a “let’s go, move, move!” as you rush past the man in the doorway.

By now, Chan knows better than to ask very many questions. He’s quick on the uptake. He knows what he may sign up for upon arrival. Today? A handful of miscellaneous binders — sticky notes and fabrics sticking out of the tops, bottoms and sides of them.

“Already comfortable with bossing me around, huh?” he says, a brisk stride catching him up to you on the sidewalk as the both of you hustle down the concrete path.

“You know how it is,” you say, “if you’re gonna be here then I’m gonna put you to work.”

“I kind of like it,” flirtation lacing his voice. “Being told what to do by a beautiful woman definitely isn’t the worst way to spend the day.”

“That’s what you like? I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Maybe, can’t give everything away on the first date, I’m not easy.”

“So I noticed.”

You take notice of how easy it is now to engage in these types of conversations with him. Cute, curly blonde hair flowing in the breeze as you both run-walk towards the destination a couple of blocks away — you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a charm point — his absolute willingness to go above and beyond already. Carry things. Help you at work. Hell, he had sort of already showed up for you better than a lot of the guys you had dated in the past.

And now the flirting — playfully toying with each other in tone and topic that borders, if not fully crosses, the line of appropriateness — especially with you being on the clock.

Not that anyone is with the two of you to monitor the conversation. Or know that he took you home the other night. Or any of the other misdoings of that particular evening.

“Place is up here, did you come by for a reason or do you have a sixth sense for when I need help carrying things?” you ask, finally slowing down when the time on your phone insists that you have perhaps a minute or two to spare extra.

“Yeah, actually—“ he starts, slowing down next to you and stopping to face. “I wanted to ask you to be my date to the wedding.”

And you’re floored. That’s your immediate, gut, response anyways, but the more you grant a second to it, the more unsurprising you become.

He either genuinely does not understand how your job works and what proper boundaries are, or he just truly does not care. You’re fairly certain you know which it is.

“Chan, I’m working the event—“

“No, I know!” he interrupts suddenly, and for the first time it appears as though he had actually put some thought into it, and the inappropriateness of such a situation. “It can be our little secret. Just between us two.”

Looking down at your phone to check the time, and following it with an exhausted sigh, you roll your eyes. “Then what’s even the point?”

One corner of Chan’s mouth pulls up, and now you know he put thought into this. Which may or may not be advised, after all.

“The real fun would be after the event, obviously.”

Visually, you give off no tells, that of which you’re sure, but inside? Screaming, at the top of your lungs.

You’re not entirely sure if he means sex, or a date, or sex and a date or what he means at all. A man with something sly constantly up his sleeve, you simply had to assume: all of the above.

And so, you agree.

Weeks pass, and you’re surprised by the fact that when the night of the wedding comes around, Chan is actually no where to be found all of the time prior. The man that could not resist the urge to bother you at work, suddenly ghosting you? Were you being ghosted? Did he lose interest? Perhaps the allure of sleeping with the cute wedding planner had worn off all just before the big night itself. Tragic, you think to yourself, you didn’t even get to sleep with him, after all.

But when he meets you for the first time at the reception near the open bar — a smooth hand brushing the small of your back — so brief that no one nearby would ever catch it, the glimmer in his eye is enough to let you know that the plan is, in fact, still on.

And through the sound of a private bathroom door slamming against the wall, and your back up against it — met once again with the enticingly crushing weight of him against you as his mouth meets your own in fervent, needy kisses — you forget why you thought it was ever off anyways.

“W-we have to go back out there, Chan—“ you manage out between mouths and gasps of breath, fingers curled into the white coat of his blazer. “You wore white? That’s so tacky.”

“Not my choice, bride wanted it,” he answers back in similar neediness and much more expressed disinterest in the topic. “I want you.”

“Last time you said that—“ and Chan kisses you on the mouth hard again. “—last time you said that you didn’t do anything about it.”

“And I can’t again, not yet anyways.”

“Not into exhibitionism?”

“I don’t perform well under pressure.”

You laugh as he pulls away from you, allowing you to straighten yourself up to go back out into the public eye. “You’d be terrible at my job.”

“I know, just the most soft-dicked wedding planner ever, it’d be humiliating,” Chan chuckles, leaning back to check himself in the mirror as well before reaching forward and placing his hand on the door knob. “Good?”

“Good.”

As the reception carries on, you stand back to watch from a distance — available when necessary but for the most part, out of the way. For all intents and purposes, the large portion of your job was finished. The clients were happy, and the night a beautiful one — dimly lit fairy lights and silver plating along white, linen tables. You watch as Minho and his bride share a dance together, smiling into one another's eyes. Truly and madly in love.

A moment later, you catch Chan’s from across the room — a look held in time longer than it would typically be held. You feel it in your chest more than anything, and more than that, you’re hopeful that he might be catching the same.

When the night festivities finally come to a close — shaking more hands than you remember ever having mingled with in all of your time working with the client, Chan finally makes his way over towards you as the crowd dissipates — two glasses of wine just as he had offered on the rehearsal night, and you grin at him knowingly.

“Remember what happened the last time I had a glass of wine on the terrace with you?”

“Nothing much, as far as my recollection goes.”

Following him out and looking out towards the view, a breeze passes by the both of you — warmer than the last time, inviting, almost. Your gaze pulls from the trees and the buildings before you and towards the man next to you — handsome and charming and seemingly full of love and passion.

Had he…all of the things that you were looking for in a man?

Feeling your piercing gaze, he turns towards you — ashamed at your gawking, you chuckle lightly and bring your wine glass to your lips, but Chan only smiles in adoration of you.

Inhaling, Chan begins to speak.

“I’m not going to sleep with you—“

It’s sudden, and sends Chan visibly reeling — so much so that you feel the need to amend the statement in earnest.

“What I mean is like, like a one night stand…hook-up sort of thing.“

Eyebrows gently furrowing, Chan remains silent as he watches you talk through your thoughts in real time, not wanting to interrupt where ever it was that you were intending on going with this.

“I— I have feelings, so,” you stutter out, avoiding direct eye contact and instead, choosing to speak to the golden liquid in your glass. “So I don’t think it’s a good idea, is all. Sorry.”

Silence takes the balcony briefly. Seconds that feel like years to you, but in real time, Chan responds quite immediately. To that, you are thankful.

“What? Of course I’m interested in you. I’ve always been interested in you,” he says, “I don’t carry around binders full of color swatches just for any ol’ woman I want to sleep with, are you kidding me?”

“Chan shut up! I’m being serious!”

“I know, I know—“ he giggles, avoiding your playful slap to his arm. “I am, too. I’m serious.”

And taking a step forward, Chan leans down into you once again. It’s not the first kiss that the two of you have shared, and hell, not even of the night.

But it was different. It was new in all of the ways that love is and can be. The blossoming feeling of being seen and held by the one person that you wish to perceive you.

Walking back inside as the catering staff begin cleaning up the remains of the evening, Chan turns to you and takes a deep breath, as if somewhat insecure about where to go now.

“So,” he begins, the word exhaled through his mouth as if attempting to mask it to be as unheard as possible. “Want to come back to my place, then?”

You look at him with feigned surprise before replying, “aww, look at you. You look so shy now. What happened to tough guy in the bathroom a few hours back?”

“Tough guy has to perform now, if you say yes. Remember what I said about pressure?” Chan laughs in response.

You lean in to whisper, as to not allow any passerby into your banter. “Are you warning me of something?”

“Doubtful, but imagine how good it’s going to be if you go in with low expectations.”

“You’re so annoying.”

Turning off his car, you take a deep breath before grabbing your bags and moving towards crawling out of the passenger side of the vehicle.

“Nervous?” he asks. It’s obvious, after all.

“A little, I guess? Kind of silly since I’m a grown woman.”

“Not really, pretty normal,” he says, opening the car door and ushering himself out as well. “On the bright side, you don’t have to climb any flights of stairs, my building elevator works.”

“Elevator? After everything you said about mine! Jerk.”

Finally stepping foot into the mans apartment, you realize in the moment that you had never given even an inkling of a thought to what it would look like prior.

Nice furnishings, a clean kitchen area, and a bed that’s made — despite a relatively small apartment, it was well kept, and if you didn’t know any better you would think that he weren’t a single man at all.

“Want anything to drink?” he asks from behind you, rustling around with keys and coats by the door. You hum in response that you don’t need anything.

The next thing you know, you’re being hauled off towards the bedroom, in a set of arms much more muscular than you ever remember them being.

Dropping you back first onto the mattress, Chan wastes no timing climbing up the length of your body and nestling himself between your legs — mouths making contact yet again, and more needy than ever before — Chan only stops long enough to pull his own shirt off and over his head, thrown across his bedroom before settling back down and against you.

It lasts only momentarily, however — the heat of the moment quickly over taking him as he becomes acutely aware of how much clothing you are wearing and how much he desperately does not want that to be the case. Ushering himself up and onto his knees, he begins fingering at the buttons of your blouse, and smiles as your own hands reach down towards the buttons of your slacks.

“Can I take this off?” Chan asks hurriedly, already gently pulling you up and off of the mattress as if he anticipates the affirmative response. He receives it, of course, and slings the fabric along with the previously discarded of his own.

“In a rush?” you giggle, lying back down and watching his hands work in a rush against all of the confines keeping the distance between his skin and your own intact.

“A little bit, should I slow down?”

“No, it’s okay, we have more time for slowing down in the future.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Chan responds, motioning himself in reverse to create space to pull your pants from your legs. “That reminds me though, be my girlfriend?”

“You’re asking me now?” you laugh, the only clothing remaining on your body a pair of panties.

“Should I wait until i’m in?”

“You should shut up.”

“I’ll take that as a 'yes’ then.”

Chan makes fast work of his own jeans, kicking them along with his boxer briefs off before climbing back onto the bed, and you realize that you’re staring.

And unfortunately, that he notices, too. A cheeky grin, followed by a bright redness to his ears. It’s not often that you see him shy, but you can’t help but enjoy the sight.

Well, both sights.

Reaching down and hooking fingers into the remaining fabric, he pulls them from you and wastes no time pressing two fingers against — and then into you. A dull stretch, relieving in a sense — the feeling that this is finally going to happen, and apparently you had desired it much more than you had thought going in.

Chan leans down, pressing his mouth against yours only to trail his lips down your jaw, up and over towards your ear. Gently pressing his hand into you, you exhale a whiny — and you can hear the way it makes his own breath hitch.

“I want you,” he whispers into you, and if not for the fact that you knew it would finally happen, you might be annoyed by the admission.

“Please,” is all you can groan out, but thankfully, it’s all that he needs.

Pulling back and off of you again, Chan leans over to his dresser, opening the small wooden drawer and fishing out a plastic packet before ripping it open with his teeth and gently motioning it along himself.

As Chan leans back down into you, you feel the beginning of his gentle intrusion — guided by his hand in the beginning, then by the sharp inhale of your breath at the stretch. Forearms flat against the mattress on either side of your head, biting into your lip and eyes screwed shut — Chan groans under his breath as he presses himself all of the way into you, fully buried in your warm, wetness.

“God—“ he exhales into your mouth, you swallow it down happily, his admission of submission to you. “You feel amazing.”

“You feel—“ you begin, feeling as though it necessary of you to meet him halfway in the discussion. After all, no one likes to be left hanging all alone. But it’s the slow, drag of his pull out, followed by another velvety push inside that catches the words in your throat and only allows them out in the form of a groaned out “fuck.”

Only a few more strokes before Chan is able to get his head screwed on properly again — enough to make use of himself at least — and settles into a slow, strong pace against you. Bringing a hand up, he finds your hair and wraps fingers into it — not pulling, but as if you keep you grounded, keep you in place for him — for the both of you, in a way.

“Ch-Chan, I—“ you whisper against his cheek, voice shaky and seemingly already fucked out. 

He snaps his attention to, albeit a bit surprised by the fact. “Already?”

You nod quickly. Followed by a sigh of relief from him.

“Oh thank God, I'm so cl-close—“

Digging your nails into his strong shoulders, you feel your abdomen tighten in impending release, and it’s only a few more strokes before he’s pulling it from you — teeth gritted hard, unsure about the potential of a noise complaint from any neighboring people and not wanting to risk it — you groan loudly into the flesh of his arm, only causing him to meet you the same — three, four especially hard, rough pounds against you before he’s clenching his eyes shut and emptying into the barrier between you.

Rolling off of you to lie in next, chests heaving even in spite of the short session, Chan tosses his arm across his face and chuckles to himself after only a minute or two of silence between you.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for weeks.”

You giggle, snuggling up towards him. “Yeah? I could tell.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” he snaps back, bringing his closest arm to you up and around you. “Give me time, it’s been a while, alright?”

Tying off the condom eventually and getting up for glasses of water, he hands you one as the both of you sit at the edge of the bed.

“Burgundy and gold, right?”

The sudden thought catches you off guard, because what does that have to do with anything?

“Wh-what—?”

“Your wedding colors, burgundy and gold, was it?”

And now you’re really caught off guard, because he…remembered that?

“Yes, how do you remember that?”

You watch him smile, looking down into his glass of water before turning back towards you with his grin never diminishing. Chan leans in and kisses you on the forehead delicately before answering the question.

“Gonna be important,” he begins, “can’t hire you to work your own event, now can I?”

♡ send me your thoughts and feelings in my ask.

—this is a oneshot, there will be no part 2.

hard thought :

chris feeling his rut coming, his girl coming home with her male coworker’s scent on her, chris fucking her brains out and painting her cunt in his cum, breeding her to bits, fluffy aftercare.

HELP THIS IS GONNA BE ON MY MIND FOREVER!!

anon i hate you (i love you) because this ask.... THIS ASK.... i couldn't stop thinking about this ask. it literally made me black out and next thing i knew there were words in my google docs and.... yeah. again, might as well share it JKSDFHSKJDFH (this is barely proof-read, sorry, i was literally possessed writing this sdfhsjkdf)

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k | Warnings: smut · established relationship · chubby/curvy MC · Chris’ POV · mandatory Christopher is Intense™ warning · pet names · possessiveness · unprotected penetration (no barrier method, but BC is used) · praising · creampie · breeding kink · copious amounts of fluids (concerningly so. but this is some monster fuckery, what else would you expect?)

It wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.

“C–Chris, b–baby…”

“Hm? What is it, pretty? Want me to stop?”

You shook your head, nuzzling your face on the bed sheets. Chris could feel his heart swell in his chest, you were just how he wanted you to be… moaning, whining, saying his name and only his name.

But, still, it wasn’t enough.

Whenever you came home from work, with the smell of your coworkers all over you, he typically didn’t mind. It was only natural for you to smell like other people after spending all day with them, just like he probably did, too. But today, the smell of your male colleagues on you triggered something in him, something primal that was usually perfectly kept at bay.

You didn’t even question it when he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you from behind while you washed a pot in the sink. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for him to cling to you.

‘Are you a wolf or a koala?’ you’d ask him sometimes, which always made him chuckle.

Today, Chris didn’t chuckle at the question. He simply buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck, kissing and licking your skin, trying to get rid of any traces of foreign scents–or rather, trying to leave his behind.

Sneaking a hand under your shirt, he held your soft belly, squishing and kneading your flesh while his other hand was too busy caressing your hips. ‘…Right now? I’m a wolf, pretty. A very horny wolf’.

Which was how you both ended up here.

With a hand between your shoulder blades, Chris kept your upper body pressed to the mattress, while the other diligently rubbed circles on your clit, making you clench harder around his length, ripping a low growl from deep within his chest. The sound was barely audible, but it was certainly there, mingling with the slapping of skin that seemed to bounce off of the walls as he kept fucking you from behind.

The feel of the soft, supple flesh of your bum against his skin was absolutely delectable, and the squelching sounds coming from where your bodies met were starting to make Chris lose his mind. How many times had he come? Two? Three? He wasn’t sure. The only thing he was sure of was that it wasn’t enough. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Perfect”, Chris’ pace picked up, eliciting a desperate whine from your lips. “Perfect and mine. Right? Just mine?”

Tightening your grip on the bed sheets, seeking his forearm with your free hand, you simply nodded, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Say it”, Chris spoke between gritted teeth, speeding the movement of his fingers on your clit, determined to get you to your peak. Well, to another peak…

How many times had you come? Three? Four? He didn’t know, and at this point, he didn’t care. Once again, all he knew was that it wasn’t enough.

“Y–yours”, you could barely speak, and had Chris been a bit more coherent he would’ve probably slowed down. But as it was now, he simply couldn’t. If anything, the faintness in your voice made him go faster, chasing not only the feel of your skin hitting his, but also the delicious feel of your tightness dragging back and forth around him. “Close…”

“Close?” Chris could certainly tell you were close. The smell of your arousal wrapped around every single one of his nerve endings, your heart was beating so fast and loud in your chest it was mingling with his own heartbeat in his ears.

The vice grip of your cunt clouded his mind, the feeling of you around him had him salivating, grunting, groaning… Tingles of pleasure ran up and down his spine, and he could feel his own orgasm nearing increasingly fast. 

“Can you take another load, pretty? Hm?”

He knew you could. After all, you’d already taken everything he had given you so far. But still, he desperately wanted you to say it, he needed you to say it.

You nodded again, whining, and something akin to the word ‘please’ left your mouth. That simple sound got him so incredibly close, so close he was starting to lose the little composure he had left in him.

“Need to…stuff you full, baby”, you didn’t say anything after the words left his mouth. You honestly didn’t need to, he could feel how hard you clenched as soon as he said it. “You like it, don’t you, love? When I fill you up? When I fuck my cum back in as deep as it can go?” 

You nodded, so eagerly he could feel his head start to spin.

That was exactly what he’d done this entire time, shoot his load into your warmth, only to keep fucking you even when you were already filled to the brim. It didn’t matter, though, because doing it once, twice, thrice, just wasn’t enough. Chris needed you to be as full of him as you could, he needed to give you more, as much as his body was capable of. And judging by how he’d not gone soft once the entire time, he just couldn’t stop until that primal need was fulfilled, until his inner wolf was satisfied.

Finally, you moaned his name, so prettily he almost felt blessed that he was able to hear you over and over again. With an assortment of loud swears, your whole body trembled with your release, and Chris finally removed his fingers from your sensitive nub. Instead, he brought both of his hands to your hips so he could pull you back to meet his thrusts when you clearly couldn’t do it on your own anymore.

He vaguely registered praising you for it. He could feel his heart swell with pride, not only because of how good he’d made you feel, but also for how well you’d done for him, for how well you’d taken it all. Satisfied mate, perfect mate, mine, just for me, soft mate just for me…

“Gonna–Fuck, pretty, gonna stuff you so fucking full…”

With a low, drawn out growl, Chris finally let himself go. The undeniable satisfaction of an orgasm always seemed to triple whenever he got to pump you full of his cum, and today, at this very moment, nothing had felt quite as fulfilling as this did.

Even when he came, though, he didn’t stop moving. He vaguely registered the sting of overstimulation, but he just couldn’t stop. All you did was take it. Take anything and everything he had to give as quiet whimpers fell from your lips and your nails dug on his forearm. 

“Need to…” He was panting, groaning, and he could barely hear anything over his beating heart in his ears. “Need to make sure it sticks….”

Chris was delirious, for sure. Nothing would stick. It never did, you were protected in that regard, but his numerous orgasms had his logical, human mind completely disconnected from reality. All he had left were his wolf instincts, those instincts that urged him to claim you in the utmost primal way possible, those instincts that urged him to give you a part of himself, that urged him to breed you.

One, two, three, four thrusts, and he finally stilled, groaning. A shiver ran up and down his spine, and before he could even stop himself, he collapsed, squishing you between his body and the mattress when your knees finally gave out under his weight.

Even through the haze, he couldn’t help but wonder if you could feel how hard his heart was beating against your back.

“Fuck, baby, you okay?” Chris was panting still, his mind foggy, oscillating between this moment in your shared bedroom and somewhere deep within himself.

You laughed. A hearty laugh, albeit a bit strained. “Are you?”

The sound brought to the forefront of his heart all that undeniable love he felt for you, dissipating some of that fogginess in his brain. Chris couldn’t help but laugh as well. 

Carefully, he peeled his body away from you, leaving the warmth of your inner walls in the process, which honestly shouldn’t have made him feel this irrationally sad. His erection was finally going down, he’d been hard for so long, but only now did he register how sore he was.

As soon as he kneeled on the bed, with his hands on your bum, spreading you open to see bucket loads of his cum trickling out of your abused hole, he felt himself twitch, and for a microsecond he feared the cycle would start all over again.

Thankfully, it didn’t.

Chris simply heaved a sigh of relief, absentmindedly staring at your centre, at your mixed fluids oozing out of you and soiling your bed sheets in the process.

It dawned on him then just how desperately needed this, which puzzled him a bit. Sure, he’d be the first to admit he loved to be all over you, but he genuinely felt like he couldn’t breathe until he stuffed you as full of his cum as he possibly could.

“Baby?” Your voice snapped him out of the daze he was in, making him blink. 

Looking back at your face, he was met with a teasing–yet a bit tired–smile on your lips. “Hm?”

“You weren’t listening were you?” 

Chris felt himself flush. Had you spoken? He hadn’t heard a single thing. Was he that pussy drunk? He supposed he couldn’t blame himself for it. Not when you were the girl of his dreams, not when you were almost glowing in your post-orgasmic bliss, not when he was this unequivocally in love.

He simply shook his head in response, ignoring the heat he felt spreading from his chest to the back of his neck. 

“I asked if you were enjoying the view, Christopher”, you chuckled, and it made him smile.

He licked his lips, returning his eyes to your drenched folds, just in time to see more of him coming out. You totally did that on purpose, and he couldn’t help but scoff a chuckle, finally letting go of your buttocks so he could land a smack on one of them, right before he laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. 

“I was”, he admitted, because what would be the point of lying to you? If there was one thing he could be with you, it was being honest. Chris pressed a kiss on your forehead, holding you tighter. “I love you”.

“Mmm… Love you, too”, was all you mumbled back, tucking your head under his chin, and draping a leg over his hip, pulling him closer to you. “I’m okay, by the way”.

“Good”, with his index and thumb on your chin, he pulled your face up, enough so he could kiss you. Probably the softest kiss he’d initiated since this all started. “I’m okay, too. More than okay”.

You both stayed there for a while, just kissing, cuddling, sharing some warmth, until Chris asked if you’d like a bath, to which you immediately agreed.

Now, with his back against the tub, and with you between his legs, your back against his chest, he simply held you close as you told him about your day. Chris listened intently, massaging your soft body under the water in an attempt to soothe your achy limbs while you spoke to him. 

In here, all he could smell on you now was your floral scent and the smell of your shared home, which probably meant you also smelt like him. The realisation, along with the sound of your voice, helped his muscles relax. Finally, he was at ease.

Chris told you about his day, too. Nonessential information about things he’d done, or office gossip that he knew you’d enjoy listening to. Even when you eventually turned to face him, grabbing his shampoo and lathering your hands.

“Babe”, your fingers glided through his hair, massaging in his shampoo on his scalp. Chris would admit he enjoyed this more than he thought he ever would. Just looking at your face this close, feeling the soft movement of your hands on his head… It always felt incredibly intimate and soothing. So much so he was sure that, had he been in his wolf form, his tail would be wagging right now. “I think your rut is coming very soon”.

His eyes widened. He started doing the math in his head, had that much time passed already? “Shit, you might be right”.

“Might?” You chuckled, using a cup to gather water from the tub so you could rinse the shampoo out of his hair. “I am right, baby. You don’t just pump me full of your cum four times in a row for no reason”.

A smile made its way onto his lips. He looked you in the eyes, relishing the galaxies he could see in them, ignoring how fast his heart started to beat at the sight. It wasn’t the feeling he needed right now, not when he wanted to tease you effectively. “You were begging for it, too, though”.

Finally done with his hair, you cradled his face in your hands, staring right back at him. “That’s ‘cause I love it when you stuff me full of your cum, Chris”.

The fine hairs at his nape stood on end, and he had to make the conscious effort not to shiver. Bringing his hands to your waist, Chris pulled you closer. “Pretty, if I fuck you again today I’ll have to be hospitalised for dehydration. Don’t just casually drop that on me, God…”

You chuckled, leaning in, kissing him tenderly, and he simply melted under the soft movement of your lips on his.

You were right, though. His rut was surely coming soon, probably sometime next week… He’d have to start making arrangements soon, just like you had to, too.

Food had to be prepared, drinks had to be bought, PTO had to be confirmed, and any sexual activities had to be stopped to make sure your body was well rested enough for what was to come. Chris couldn’t let himself go like he did today, he didn’t want to inadvertently hurt you later because of his idiotic wolf urges…

Everything else could wait until tomorrow, though. Tonight, the only thing that mattered to him was enjoying your company and your warmth.

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hiii could i request lee know with a reader that has an oral fixation and hand kink ?? ❣️❣️

oh he's not gonna let you live it down, teasing you every time he catches you staring at his hands. "i caught you." he smirks , laughing when you shy away. "no need to be shy princess , i already know how horny my hands make you."

he's not gonna give you what you want though , you have to work for it. "you want my hands? where, don't be shy , tell me." he commands you. "m..my mouth."

"my dirty girl , open up." he'll push his fingers past your lips. "suck." his eyes were low, watching you , teeth between his lip.

he loves to finger you , randomly through out the day , example if you're washing laundry , he'll push you against the washing machine, pushing his hands into your leggings. "are you always wet , jesus baby i've fingered you 4 times today and you're still horny , so insatiable."

he's hiking your leg up on the washer, fucking his fingers into you. "such a slut , look how dumb you get just by fingers." his fingers hitting that one spot, making you see stars as you cum. "look at that." he pulled out of you, fingers glistening in your essence. "open up." he tapped on your cheek.

"come on taste yourself slut."

BANGCHAN DRABBLE !

pairings. bangchan x fem!reader

🔖: established relationship, blowjobs, dirty talk

authors note ! i was reading a post (it might've been either svt or txt i can't remember) and i got inspired by the topic.

"hyung , can i use that hair tie on your wrist?" chan looked down at his wrist , taking it off, handing it to felix. "why do you always keep a hair tie on your wrist in the first place?" shaking his head , he spoke "no reason." he hoped felix didn't see the blush on his face — the only reason why he wore the hairtie was because of you...

"babygirl , come." he turned in his chair , beckoning you over. you got off the bed , making your way over to him. "on your knees baby." you complied , getting on your knees. "good girl." he gathered all your hair , taking the hairtie from his wrist , tying your hair up. "need a break , gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?" you nodded , looking up at him through your lashes.

he freed himself from his shorts , you held his heavy cock in your hands , kissing his tip , before taking him into your mouth. "fu-fuck that's it princess , your mouth feels so fucking good." he groaned.

you bobbed your head up and doesn't his shaft , gagging around his length. "oh fu-fuck baby." he pushed your head down , throwing his head back as your gurgled around his cock , drool dripping from your lips. "making such a mess , shit! "

you ran your tongue along the vein of his cock , he pushed your head down. "fu-fuck do it again." you listened , he groaned , letting your head go. "fu-fuck baby , im gonna fucking cum." he moaned , "gonna let me cum on your face?" you hummed around his cock , taking what you couldn't fit , jerking him off.

"fuck , im cumming! " he pulled out , his cum shooting from his cock , on to your face. "ngh , so fucking good." he bit down his lip , using his thumb to scoop the cum from your cheek , pushing it into your mouth.

"good girl , get up here." he helped you up , you straddled his lap. "i'm not done with you baby , i'm still stressed , how about you ride my cock?" he rubbed your ass.

"hyung?" felix knocked the boy out of his dirty thought. "you okay , you kinda zoned out?" he nodded , "lix im fine , let's get back to practicing." he waited for the boy to turn around , before fixing his now hard cock in his shorts.

he couldn't wait to come home to you — he needed to make sure he got that hairtie back from felix...

©️LUVYENI

I'd tell you to prove it.

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut, slight dirty talking, unprotected sex, slight fingering.

Tags: soft Chan (whimpering I mean), friends to lovers if you squint, praising, sexual content obviously.

Copyright: smuttystraykidsthoughts

I was terribly nervous to post this omfg, lemme know yall thoughts.

SMUT WARNING

A few months ago, you finally had a valid reason to speak to the hottest guy in university. Not that it happened on purpose - he was actually handing out a huge pack of notes to everyone in the class, even the professor liked him hence he asked the top student to hand out the notes and contact him with any questions.

Honestly, you’re also good in this class, you chose it after all, but once Chan gently placed the stack of papers down in front of you and gave you a deeply-dimpled smile when you thanked him, it was enough to give you the confidence needed and you took less than a day to message the number typed out in smaller font at the bottom of the last page.

You asked questions you knew the answers to, but hearing his silky smooth voice explaining for what felt like hours each time you called about something you “didn't understand” regarding the pack of notes was heaven on earth. Maybe it is a bit selfish, using him like that, but like most 20-year-olds and like every girl in your class, any reason to speak to Chan and hear his voice is worth it, especially when he becomes passionate about a subject and his eyes begin to sparkle with interest.

The two of you have become good friends, well actually, you’re harboring a hopeless, one-sided liking for the older black-haired boy while he just continues to accompany you to the movies every once in a while and eat out once a week at whichever restaurant he deems good enough. He is the one being kind enough to ask you to the movies and dinner, but you assume that’s just what friends do, after all, you and your other girl-friends do it all the time, so there’s no reason to read anything more into it.

But this time, Chan invited you to the movies and you made the mistake of not asking what it is you were going to watch. To make matters worse, your other girl-friend was going through a crisis - which was actually just her not knowing what to wear for the party she was going to attend - and during your video call with her, you allowed Chan to drag you into the cinema, forgetting to check the movie poster outside the doors to the darkened room.

After ending the call once inside and taking your seats, the cinema immediately fell silent as the movie began. Munching happily on the popcorn, you realized that you still had no idea which movie you were going to watch but just as you were about to lean over and ask the fully-focused black-haired boy beside you, the name of the movie flashed over the screen and a grain of popcorn went flying into your lungs due to the huge gasp you gave.

It was the newest, most explicit, and mature-scened movie ever to exist, and it came out a few weeks ago.

Chan burst out in laughter while patting between your shoulder blades to help, being shushed by everyone around him, and then apologized quietly.

“You okay?” he asked while rubbing your back and you shook your head aggressively.

“Chan, I’m not watching this.”

He handed you his drink to take a sip of and you did, thanking him afterwards.

“Don’t be like that, I’ve been wanting to watch this for a while now and I want to watch it with you,” Chan says, once again being shushed, shooting you a pleading look and you honestly would’ve considered leaving if he hadn’t there and then placed a large hand on the inner part of your thigh, squeezing gently and shooting sparks of electricity into your veins.

You huffed in defeat, sitting back in your chair and gulping, knowing that Chan’s loose tank and incredibly tight pants weren't helping in keeping your judgment clear.

Once the movie ended, the pool of wetness between your legs should’ve been embarrassing and it infuriated you that Chan just saw it as an ordinary movie, giving casual comments on the actors and plot - which you obviously didn't give a fuck about because all you could imagine was what Chan would feel like if he did such things to you.

Pinning you against the wall, bending you over the kitchen counter, whispering sinful words while out of breath from pounding into you.

“What did you think of it?” He asks once you two get into his car and you’re quickly snapped out of your daze.

“Hmm?” you ask him, taking note of how his exposed ribcage vibrates as he chuckles at your absentmindedness.

“What’s on your mind that you seem so distant?” he asks, this time moving his hand from the gearstick to your knee, the contact causing a blush to spread immediately.

“Nothing, let’s just go home,” you snap, not meaning to sound rude but you can’t help but be agitated at yourself for staying and watching the movie when you knew you’d be a horny mess afterward.

You hear Chan sigh and start the engine and although the car was silent during the drive to your apartment, your mind was ridiculously loud with thoughts of the black-haired boy next to you.

You invite him inside once you reach your apartment, offering him something to drink which he takes gladly and flops onto your couch as if he lives here, which he almost does because he’s always over. Once you hand him his glass of raspberry juice, he takes a big gulp before placing it down on the coffee table in front of him.

He pats the space next to him, signaling that you come over, so you do gladly, ignoring the heat erupting in your core once he looks up at you with perfect, expensive-looking eyebrows.

"You wanna tell me what's been on your mind?" he asks as you place your head on his shoulder and you briefly consider telling him how the movie made you feel, but that could completely ruin your friendship and possibly freak him out, so you shake your head softly.

“Y’know, watching that movie, those scenes…you can’t help imagining that you’re doing those same things with someone else, huh?” he speaks again, this time stroking his hand that is around your shoulders slowly through your hair.

“What do you mean?” you ask him softly, not sure if he’s really asking you and if it’s just a test.

“I pictured doing those things to someone,” he replies, and you sit up completely to face him, just to make sure you heard correctly, but his hands wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap as if you weigh nothing, your legs instinctively resting next to his thighs, leaving you exposed as your skirt hitches up.

He reaches his hand up and tucks your hair behind your ear, dragging his index finger down your jaw in the process.

“W-who’d you picture?” you squeak out, breath hitching when his finger halts underneath your chin and gently tilts it upward to expose your neck.

You don't know why you asked him that, you know you'll be shattered if he mentions anyone else’s name, but you didn't know what else to say, a small part of you hoping that he would say you.

“I’ve been thinking about it for months, thinking about you, in ways I don't know if you’ll ever feel the same,” he says, his concerned-filled words juxtaposing his actions.

Chan’s finger drags down your exposed throat so feather-lightly that you wouldn’t even have noticed if it weren't for the burning sensation his touch delivers to your sensitive skin.

“W-what are you talking about, Chan?” you try to speak, trying to make sense of the events currently taking place on your living room couch.

You look down at the elder and into his dark brown galaxies for eyes, the hunger in them being so evident that it sparks a jolt of electricity down your spine.

“I wanted to talk to you ages ago, but you made me nervous, every chance I had I fucked up because all I could focus on were your short skirts or exposed collarbones. It drives me crazy, you drive me crazy”, he admits, keeping his eyes locked into yours for your reaction.

“I-I didn't know you felt that way, I thought I was just a loser with a crush,” you reply with a chuckle, finding the moment of vulnerability hypnotizing, scary but bliss at the same time.

Chan places his hand on your waist lightly, but with a bit of pressure pulls you toward him and you stumble forward, placing your hands against the headrest of the couch on either side of his head.

"What if I said you aren't the only one with a crush?" Chan whispers, his breath fanning against your lips as your faces are barely an inch apart, his eyes staying focused on your lips but occasionally flickering upwards to your eyes.

"I'd tell you to prove it," you whisper back, wondering where the hell this confidence was when you couldn't even do so much as greet the elder.

Chan lifts his hands to cup your face, not harshly but gently and it makes you feel safe, and he pulls down in order to connect your lips to his.

You feel him sigh in content once your lips start to move against his, and after a few moments you feel a slight twitching between your legs once his tongue enters your mouth.

You can't help the tiny whimper that drops from your mouth because just as Chan's tongue began its exploring, his dick twitched in his pants and you could fucking feel it against your clothed core, that's how big he is.

Chan pulls away, leaving you with some space to breathe, "There's no turning back once we do this," he says, his voice still a whisper but the eagerness crystal clear in his words and you weakly nod your head in response, no words able to form in your mind that buzzes with excitement.

He connects his lips to yours again, this time unbuttoning your blouse while he kisses you deeper than he did moments ago. You hook your fingers underneath his shirt and he lifts his arms to help you pull it off of him.

The kiss breaks in order to remove his shirt and for a brief moment, you just marvel at his perfectly sculpted body, chest strong and hard as a rock, abs defined, dipping and rising like valleys, he's fucking perfect.

In one swift motion, Chan grabs hold of your waist again and hoists you off of him, gently laying you down on the couch.

Kneeling in between your legs, Chan kisses you again while his hands fumble with the zipper of your skirt, finally unzipping it and stripping you bare of the restricting material, leaving you in only your underwear.

When he sits up to throw your skirt onto the floor, you take hold of his belt and begin to unbuckle it, the metal's clinking and your harsh panting sinfully decorating the atmosphere of the room. He allows you to unbutton and unzip his tight jeans but before you can pull it down, he grabs hold of your wrists and pins them above your head while hovering above you.

You wrap your legs around his hips, trusting him more than you've ever trusted anyone else before.

"You trust me?" he asks as if he could read your mind and you hum with an eager nod of your head, to which he responds with a one sided smirk.

"I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt before, I promise" he says before starting to kiss your lips again.

Before you could think of arching your back or lifting your hips to create some kind of friction, Chan brings his weight down and rolls his hips onto yours, his huge bulge and the hard feel of his jeans rubbing against your clit so deliciously you moan right into his mouth and he swallows it whole.

A few more rolls of his hips has you thinking you're really going to cum from him grinding onto you, but he pulls away just seconds before so that he can finally pull down his jeans and boxers and you take the chance to remove your drenched panties as well, before he goes back to hovering over you.

You catch a glimpse of how his dick jumps free from being held in tight jeans, so big and heavy that it doesn't even stay standing upright against his stomach but rather hangs relatively low, its size painfully large and tip as red as a rose.

You don't realize that you swallowed once you saw his impressive size, you've never seen such a huge dick in your life before, "I'll go slow, just tell me if you need me to stop," Chan says once he notices the panic in your eyes and reassures you with a gentle stroke of his thumb on your cheek.

"Just say the words and I'll stop," he assures again.

"Chan, just please," you whine, your denied climax knocking on your front door impatiently. He chuckles and adjusts himself between your legs, but just when you think he's going to enter you without at least prepping you first, you feel a finger slowly slip inside, not struggling as your juices are practically dripping down your ass cheeks already.

"Fuck, you're tight," Chan says and after only one stroke inside of you, he enters with another finger, your head involuntarily throwing itself back and you gasp at the marvelous stretch.

"C-Channie, please, fuck me already," you plead, even though you know it's going to hurt that he hasn't prepped you well enough, you need to feel him inside of you, soon.

"I fucking love when you say my name like that," Chan whispers as he comes up to kiss you, using his soaked fingers with a few lazy strokes to spread your juices as lube.

"You ready?" he asks and you nod weakly, not really knowing exactly how much of his huge cock you'll be able to take.

You feel him line up with your entrance and ever so slowly, he enters inch by inch, taking his time but the struggle is evident in his knotted eyebrows and strained groans.

"Oh my god," you breath out at the painful yet sweet stretch, earning a needy groan from the elder.

"Tell me - hng - when you're ready, fucking hell" his voice is high pitched and eager, and you can tell he's holding back with everything inside of him.

You pull him down to kiss him, tugging at his pouting bottom harshly which results in a hiss from him, he looks down with knitted eyebrows to watch his cock being buried inside of you, but not fully because he's enormous, and you take the chance to whisper in his ear that's right by your mouth, "Fuck me, Channie".

He looks back up at you and the desperation in his eyes makes you want to go feral.

He nods slowly, breathing heavily as he tries to prevent himself from railing into you, pulling out slowly and thrusting in, "Hah, ah - you're so fucking tight that it hurts," Chan whimpers, and you watch his face as he sinks out of you and thrusts back in, his eyes slightly rolling back into his head.

"You feel i-incredible Chan," you praise him as best you can, but your rapid breathing doesn't exactly allow you speak properly.

Chan gives a few more slow thrusts, as if he needs more time to adjust than you, before he finally begins to pick up pace, gripping the arm rest of the couch beneath your head so hard that you can see his arms flex on top of you.

You whimper as he hits your cervix, pain mixing with pleasure like you've never felt before, "That's it baby girl, take me, ahh" he praises and you're sure the groan that comes after that is because he can feel you clench at his dirty words.

Chan begins to set a faster pace, whimpers and desperate moans leaking from both of your mouths as he fights hard not to cum too soon, you dig your nails into his back and drag your hands down as you try to pull him closer to you, "Fuck! D-dont do that, please, I'm gonna cum," he whines, and you contemplate doing it again just so that you can see his pretty face twisted in desperation again, but halts his hips and sits up and you think it's because you pushed him too far, but it's actually just so that he can place a thumb on your clit and start rubbing circles.

A long, drawn out moan comes from your mouth as you roll your eyes back, "No, keep looking at me baby, I want to see you when you cum," Chan says breathlessly and you force your eyes open, he starts to thrust his hips into you again, his filthy words combined with the harsh snapping of your hips and his thumb doing laps on your clit sending you over the edge into the most electrifying, soul-numbing orgasm you've ever had.

"Chan, I-I'm fucking cumming" you curse as your orgasm rips through your whole body, sending shivers into every muscle.

"That's it baby, let go for me," he encourages and after a few more circles drops himself onto his elbows and holds you in missionary position.

Your body starts to shake with delightful overstimulation, Chan chasing his own high and you figure he might need encouragement too, so you sink your nails deep into his ass and drag your fingers upwards, "Ahh, no - don't, please. " he pleads, but your nails dig deeper and it draws high pitched, breathless whimpers from the elder as he too let's himself go inside of you, his cum making you feel warm and the already irregular, sloppy thrusts even slicker as his head drops onto your chest and the both of you pant to catch your breath.

"That was insane," he says once he's able to breathe again and you hum in agreement.

You'll tell him at another stage that this was your first time, right now, as he lays limp in your arms with his fingers drawing circles in your sides, you don't exactly want to disturb the almost sleeping baby of a man on top of you.

not so sweet — bang chan (m)

pairing: coworker!chan x fem!reader

rating: m rated, not friendly for minors

synopsis: chan shows you the beast behind his sweet personality on his couch

warnings: fwb (?) relationship, rough themes, dom!chan, pet names, teasing, unprotected s*x, pulling out, zero plot, overst*mulation, Chan is big

note: first skz fic, pls be kind <3

Chan was sweet, he was the sweetest guy you’ve ever known.

He wasn’t like anyone you’ve dated. He was caring, understanding, lovely and most importantly, not a damn misogynist.

He understood women, he understood you.

Whenever you were with him, he made you feel important, he made you feel seen—maybe that was the reason why you were laying underneath him right now, letting him devour you with his lips.

“Are you sure about this?” He breathed out between messy kisses, hands moving fast to unbutton your shirt without waiting for an answer.

“I am,” you confidently hummed, wandering your hands down on his firm chest as you tugged on the hem of his shirt, “Are you?” You asked, signing him to take it off.

“100% sweetheart, been waiting long enough for this.”

With a confident smirk on his face, he undid the clasp of your bra, teasingly pulling the straps down to your shoulders as a he locked his eyes on yours.

He wanted to test you, wanted to see if you were as impatient in bed as you were at job.

Judging by the way you pushed his hands away to toss your bra somewhere he could not see, it was safe to say that you indeed were.

“Eager, are we?” He whispered, placing open mouthed kisses right in between your breasts, leaving kitten licks on everywhere his lips touched.

“Shut up and take your shirt off before I rip it off.” You scoffed, pushing his face away because it tickled.

Giggling, he raised his hands up and get off of you, pretending to be scared by your threat as he swiftly removed his shirt from his body.

“You happy now?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at you as he dropped his hands to his belt, playing with the metal to see your reaction.

“I’d be happier if you got rid of your pants for me as well.” You responded, tracing the line of his abs with your toes as you laid half naked on his couch.

Pretty embarrassing for you to let a colleague seeing you so defenseless but, you didn’t plan it to be a more than one time thing anyway so, it was fine.

Plus, Chan was a sweetheart, you were gonna be fine.

Or so you thought he was.

“Why don’t you do it yourself?”

“Huh?”

“My pants,” he chuckled, laughing at your surprised expression, you really didn’t expect such a bold response from him it seemed, “get rid of them yourself, y/n.” He repeated, pulling you up by your wrist.

Caught of guard by his sudden act of dominance, you automatically obeyed, your sub side taking control over you before you could even reject.

Clumsily, you unbuckled his belt and undid his his zipper, leaving him with a creak that allowed you to get a glimpse of his hard on covered with his black Calvin’s.

“Soo ..”

“So?”

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, voice coming out stern as he kept on a poker face, “pull my boxers down,” he ordered, enjoying the sight of your speechlessness, “now, y/n.”

You gulped down, nodding as you reached your hands to follow his command. Were you ready for what you were about to see? Probably not, but you were dying to take a look.

With the gasp you let out, Chan could tell you were impressed by his size as you slid down his expensive underwear, eyes almost falling out of their sockets when his pink tip hit against the lower wall of his abdomen.

“Oh my god,” you uttered, mouth drooling as you spoke, “Chan you’re—”

“—too big for you?”

“No, perfect for me.”

The shadow of his dimple under the dim lights was enough sign for you to understand your comment was successful at making him happy, as he leaned down and grab your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.

Taking advantage of his distraction over your lips, you wrapped your hands around his length, smearing his leak over his head as you gently rubbed him down.

He let out a throaty moan into the kiss, tilting his head to win the dominance war between your tongues.

It was slow, but you could feel him bucking his hips against your palms ever so often, subtly asking for more as the kiss turned into a messier one, leaving you both breathless.

“Are you done playing with me already?” He whispered near your ear as he led his kisses down your neck, one hand keeping your head still with the grasp it had on your jaw.

“What do you mean?” You asked, wanting to play the fool a little.

“I mean,” he spoke, wandering his empty, large hand down your clotheless upper body, stopping once he reached the zipper of your pants.

Without asking for permission, he unzipped it, pushing his two fingers inside through the creak. “Aren’t you done teasing me?” He muttered, pressing on your heat over the thin fabric of your panties.

“I can feel your wetness love, do you really wanna waste time with this?”

You choked out on your words once he sucked on the spot underneath your ear, definitely intending to leave a purple mark behind.

“W-who’s e-eager now?” You asked, stuttering as he kept abusing your sensitive flesh, loving the sound of your breathy whines a little too much for a one night stand.

“Guess we both are.”

And with that, you found yourself back on the spot you were previously laying on, this time with Chan hovering over you like a hungry vulture as he smashed his lips on yours.

Never in your life had someone ever kissed you like that, so passionate, so lustful and not so sweet.

It was so hot that you found yourself grinding against his meat over your clothes, one of his strong arms coming down to snake around your waist to help you with the movement of your hips.

“Just take me already,” you moaned against his lips, feeling too overwhelmed to go on with your teasing. You needed him inside you, right freaking now.

“With pleasure,” he smiled, the cockiness of his words resonating from his tongue onto yours as he separated his lips from yours after one last kiss.

Within two minutes, your pants were pushed down onto your knees alongside of your black bottoms as he flipped you over, pressing your cheek on the soft cushions while forcing your ass to arch up for him.

Your waist to hip ratio was enough to make him let out a low “fuck” as he landed a sharp smack on your skin, the pinkish color of his hand shape blossoming on the spot he just hit, urging him to repeat his movement.

“God,” he grunted, hitting you once again, “you’ve no idea how pretty you look right now, y/n.”

“Chan, please . .”

“Finish your sentence sweetheart,” he said, sliding his tip on your wet folds to collect your wetness on his length, “tell me what you want exactly.”

“I want you in me, please,” you begged, pushing yourself back against his dıck, “I need you in me, please Chan.”

“Say no more.”

A loud cry of his name fell from your lips when he finally pushed himself through your tiny hole, stretching your walls deliciously as he bottomed out.

The following thrusts of his hips were strong enough to burr a hole inside your tummy as he settled on a rather fast pace, not having enough patience to let you adjust him.

You were tighter than he expected, squeezing him good enough to make him wanna risk coming inside you. God, if he knew your pvssy game was this good, he would’ve made a move on you earlier.

He was gone, completely lost to the way you made him feel, eyes closed and lips parted open to let out throaty growls.

“Feels so good.” he commented, leaning down to kiss your bare shoulders as he grinded against your ass, hitting just the right spots with his dıck, “you feel so good babe.”

“Chan—” you choked out, holding onto his arms with your shaky hands, already sweating and panting under his weight.

“Hm, sweetheart?”

“T-too much,” you managed to let out, digging your nails into his skin once he bottomed out again, “I c-can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he cut your words, sneaking a hand down on your clıt as he left a soft peck on your lips, “I know you can baby,” he said, rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive skin, “I know my good girl can do it for me.”

Despite how small the nickname was, it had a strong effect — strong enough to make you whimper a sentence of inaudible words right before all your limbs fell weak.

The only thing that held your hips up against Chan’s merciless thrusts was his arm—which he snaked around your waist as he played with your bud, flickering it between his fingers to make you scream even more into the cushions.

He was smiling like a sadist, kissing your backbones as he was rotting himself inside you, enjoying the way he made your whole body shake with pleasure.

The more he thrusted in, the more you clenched, which drove him closer and closer to his agonizingly near high.

He needed nothing more than a few more pushes before he was done, and with the rate he was going, that wasn’t a hard goal to reach.

It was late and he was tired but fortunately, he was able to finish you both off, pulling out right on time as he shot hot strands of his pearl white leak on your back, dripping some on his sofa accidentally.

Having no power left in his arms and legs, he collapsed next to you, too tired to even get a clean towel to clean you up from the mess he caused.

“Are you okay?” He asked, patting your back gently, feeling genuinely concerned about pushing you too hard. It was never his intention but, guess he got too caught up in the moment to stop and give you a breather.

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel amazing.” You responded, turning your head to him, a sheepish smile plastered on your pretty face.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, closing your eyes, too tired to force them open, “haven’t felt this good in a while.”

“Same with me.” He giggled, leaning his face closer to yours, “maybe we should repeat this sometime,” he talked hesitantly, “sometime soon, if you’re not busy?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Can I?”

You chuckled, what kind of question was that? Even you with a fucked out brain could do better than him at this point, that was so lame, yet awfully cute.

“If that means I’ll end up like this next to you every night,” you stopped, closing the barely existing gap between your faces, “then yes, I guess you can.”

BETWEEN

PAIRING: minho + chan x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. f2l. roommates au. threesome/poly. CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 5k

SUMMARY: Your two roommates are your best friends in the world. You’d also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. Queue tension and smut with feelings.

do not repost to other sites, including translations.

It’s laundry day, a day you’ve put off a little long. You end up grabbing a shirt from Minho’s clean clothing he’d left in the dryer to throw over your head as you wait for your own load to finish. Neither of them were around. You’re leaning over the counter to grab a paper towel when the front door opens. You peak around the corner just as Chris is throwing his shoes aside. Okay, this is fine. The shirt is just long enough to hang over the tops of your thighs, covering the pale blue underwear you’d slept in.

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Herbie (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Mechanic!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Smut | Some Fluff | Strangers to Friends to Lovers Word Count: ~10k | AO3 Synopsis: Chris was the best mechanic you’d ever met. He was good at his craft, capable of bringing your dingy car back to life time and time again. He was, also, excellent at riling you up just by existing, which wasn’t the best when you were absolutely convinced he just wanted to be friends with you. But maybe, just maybe, he’d prove you wrong. [You can find part two here]. Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · reader is clueless · personification of an inanimate object (the car is referred to by name and male pronouns sometimes) · improper use of car related vocabulary probably (author is clueless on the topic, they don’t even know how to drive) · discussions of weight and usage of the word fat (in a very neutral manner) · Christopher is Stronk · special guest appearance: Jisung.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author’s Note: mechanic!chan was suggested by an “anon” (👀), after they watched this performance, and i felt inspired by the suggestion, so i decided to write a little something for it. a little something that somehow managed to gather more words than i ever expected, as usual. anyway, hope it doesn’t disappoint :^)

fun fact: i dreamt once that i wrote a fic called herbie, so i guess the prophecy has been fulfilled now.

Smut Warnings: the reader has an oral fixation · the reader has sexually charged thoughts (i can’t blame her) · pet names (baby, babe, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, etc) · lots of praising (it’s a staple in my chan fics at this point, oops) · praise kink · strength kink if you squint? · oral [M&F.Rec] · deepthroating/mouth fucking · protected penetration [piv].

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Christopher Bang. 

The man who’d saved your ass countless times in the past handful of months. The man who’d been plaguing your thoughts since the very first moment you entered his repair shop.

And to think it was your older brother’s fault. ‘Get a second-hand car’, he said. ‘It’s cheap and super reliable’, he said. ‘Yes, of course it’ll be fine’, he said. Your brother was, ultimately, full of bullshit. You’d never trust his opinion ever again.

Getting a second-hand car was quite possibly the worst financial decision you’d ever taken.

At first you’d been incredibly excited. You even named it Herbie, after the famous car that was… Well, called Herbie. 

With Herbie, you’d be able to get to work faster, you’d no longer have to stay in uncomfortable social situations just because you were waiting for your ride for the night to take you home, you’d no longer have to balance grocery bags on your tiny bicycle, you’d be independent. 

For two months, you were living your best life with Herbie. But then he started showing The Signs.

It started with the AC not turning on, then, the wipers wouldn’t wipe, until eventually, he shut down completely. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, had it not happened while you were driving on the fucking highway. To say you were pissed was an understatement. That day, when that happened, you were fortunate enough to be with your friend, Jisung. 

Not only did Jisung calm your fit of rage, but he also told you he had a friend who fixed cars for a living. ‘He’s very reliable. He won’t overcharge you, really. I vouch for him, trust him with my life at this point’, which, honestly, finding a mechanic these days that wasn’t trying to find problems that weren’t there to overcharge you was hard, so you took Jisung’s advice and took Herbie to Wolfgang: Repair Shop.

That was where you saw Chris the first time.

You could still remember the exact moment your eyes landed on him. Although, to be fair, the first thing you saw were his boots peeking out from below a car.

“Hello?” You heard a thud after you greeted the pair of legs, followed by a very graceful ‘fuck!’.

“Just one second!” He slid from under the car, and when he stood from the creeper, you honestly weren’t prepared.

Broad shoulders, strong, defined arms, a mess of curls on his head, plush, pink lips, and that nose. Jisung had forgotten to give you the most important detail about his friend, the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous. Even with the oil coating his exposed arms, hands, and the smudge on his cheek, he was probably one of the finest specimens you’d ever seen.

“Can I help you?” He smiled, and God, he had dimples, too. Of fucking course he had to have dimples…

“I’m–I–” You were embarrassing yourself, barely even capable of forming a coherent sentence, all as he looked at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. So you got your bearings, taking a deep breath. “My car keeps dying on me. I’m a friend of Jisung’s, he told me to come to you”.

“Oh!” His eyes widened and he honestly looked beyond surprised. “You are Jisung’s friend?” There was a slight tone of disbelief in his voice, and the way he looked you up and down honestly confused you a bit. Was there a problem with your outfit? It was a bit warm out and this was a nice, comfortable dress… Maybe you were supposed to wear something different to a car repair shop? Maybe it was one of those social rules no one talked about but you were supposed to just know they existed. 

Regardless, you decided to ignore the thought altogether, because he started talking again. “I’m Chris. I’d offer my hand, but I don’t think you’d like to get yours covered in motor oil”, he chuckled, wiping his hands on a rag that hung from his belt, and it genuinely made you smile. “C’mon, let’s take a look at your car and see what we can do. Hm?”

That was how it all started. Chris was polite, he certainly knew his way around these things, and every time you had a problem with Herbie you went to his shop. At some point, you became well acquainted with him, it was impossible not to when Herbie kept dying practically every other week, and when Chris was just so friendly.

You enjoyed spending time at the shop with him, and sometimes you wondered if you were being weird or annoying by staying a bit longer than any customer probably would, but Chris seemed to be just as engaged in the conversation as you were every time, so that spark of doubt in you always died very quickly. 

After a couple of months, Chris simply handed you a piece of paper. ‘Here’s my number. Text me whenever you need’.

And you did. Although, you took a while to text him. You finally did it only because Herbie had started to leak water; after all, that was what he had given you his number for. But it seemed like after that Chris and you just… Started to talk about other things, completely unrelated to Herbie.

“You slut, who you texting with that smile on your face? Did you finally get yourself a man?” Jisung teased you one day when you were hanging out with him, supposedly watching movies.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “As if. You know the only thing I attract are mosquitoes, and it’s only because they want to suck my blood. It’s just Chris. He sent me this funny video of Wolfgang, wanna see?”

Wolfgang was Chris’ dog, an overly excited husky that seemed to be a walking disaster. You told Chris once in passing that you liked dogs, that it cheered you up whenever you saw them do their Dog Things, and since then he started to send you pictures or videos of his dog regularly, which you highly appreciated, they did bring up your mood every time.

Jisung blinked at you. “Christopher Bang? My friend Chris?”

“Yeah? Which other Chris do we both know?” You returned your eyes to your phone, chuckling at a meme Chris had just sent you.

“What’s he sending you? Lemme see”, Jisung grabbed your phone out of your hands, ignoring your protests altogether. “Huh… Would you look at that…”

“Why are you scrolling? Stop that, it’s a private conversation”, you lunged at your friend, trying to get the phone out of his hands. After a bit of jostling he finally relented, and you huffed as you diverted your attention back to the chat with Chris.

Jisung called your name, and you looked up from your phone to your friend, seeing his confused face. “You… You do know he’s flirting with you, right?”

“What?” You laughed at that. “Don’t be ridiculous”.

“I’m being serious”, Jisung turned to face you fully on the sofa, looking at your face very intently. He was quiet for a moment, but then he was gasping–rather dramatically, if you might add. “Oh my God! You haven’t noticed!”

“There’s nothing to notice, Jisung. Chris isn’t flirting with me, don’t be silly”, you chuckled just at the thought. As if the Christopher Bang would be flirting with you.

“You seriously can’t be this dense”, Jisung scoffed, turning back to the movie. “You do you, then. I’m telling you, though. He’s one hundred percent flirting with you”.

How ludicrous. Chris had shown zero interest in you for as long as you’d known him. You were sure he only saw you as a friend at best, and that was only because you were on ‘sending memes’ basis now, before you were just his customer with the dingy car that kept needing repairs. 

You’d admit, though, that after a handful of months, Chris had become a really close friend. He’d text you every morning without fail. Most of the time, he’d send you a picture while he was walking his dog. It could be a picture of Wolfgang, or a picture of the sunrise, or a selfie–those were the hardest ones to look at, to be honest. 

At some point, you realised you had developed a crush on him, and looking at his face in those selfies, still a bit swollen with sleep, with his hair a bit tousled, or with a beanie over his head covering his eyebrows, looking incredibly cuddly, wasn’t helping you cope much.

Sometimes he’d text you while he was in the gym, too. Which would’ve been fine, had he not also started to send you selfies when he was there. They were never anything too revealing, he’d always be fully clothed, but the sight of his reddened hands, his bulging veins after lifting, his flushed face, and just overall sweaty form was just something you didn’t need. It always heated you up, made you suddenly feel like your mouth was just too empty, it’d made your mind wander into very dangerous, and very horny territory. 

It was already hard enough to watch Chris work on Herbie. Whenever he did and you were at the shop, you’d start to fixate on the way the muscles of his exposed arms moved, or how his ass looked when he was bending over the motor to do whichever magic he needed to do, it always made you wonder if he’d be able to perform that magic on you, if his hands would touch you as delicately but as precisely as they did with Herbie’s components, or how it’d be like if you were the one bending over the bonnet, preferably with him just right behind you… Regardless, seeing him also at the gym through his pictures was just too much. He’d sometimes ask you weird questions while he was there, too, which always left you a bit confused.

‘mind if i ask what’s your weight? you dont have to tell me if you dont want to, i’m just curious. i’m trying to bulk up, you see. mine’s…’ You didn’t particularly have a problem with the question itself, you just found it odd that he asked you that out of the blue, and for a brief moment you wondered if he’d been trying to say you were fat–which wouldn’t have been the first time that happened to you, having lived most of your life as person with extra fat on their body for what was considered ideal in this society’s standards had already numbed you to questions like these.

You hadn’t told him right away, you simply sent him a ‘why? are you gonna tell me to lose weight? lol’ to which he replied a string of messages in quick succession ‘oh god no. far from that, you’re perfect just as you are honestly. i’m just curious cuz i want to get to…’ He’d go on about his goals and what-not, and you decided to humour him, since it genuinely didn’t seem like he was trying to make fun of you, he actually never brought up the topic again after that.

Chris wasn’t just handsome, he was also cute, and a bit of a dork. A dork with extensive knowledge in cars and each of their components, but with even more extensive knowledge in pokemon and each and every single type.

‘Ice is strong against dragon and ground, you see? So I have to fight this Garchomp with a pokemon that can do ice attacks, but that can also withstand his attacks, like Gyarados, you know?’ The first time Chris pulled an explanation like that, while he was still covered in Herbie’s oil, you understood why he was friends with Jisung. They were both just dorks. Gym rats and dorks. The oddest combination you could possibly think of, but somehow it just added to their charm. To Chris’ charm specifically.

That balance of his technical knowledge, his hotness, and his dorkness, coupled with just how good of a person he genuinely was–always willing to help, always ready to stand his ground for things he believed in–only made you fall stupidly deeper for him. But you decided to keep these feelings to yourself, you liked having Chris by your side, not only because he was the only one who seemed to be able to bring Herbie back to life, but also because he was just a good friend, and you were sure that if you confessed your feelings things just wouldn’t be the same.

Taking Herbie out these days was always a gamble. You never knew when he was going to break down, but sometimes you really had to take a leap of faith. Most of the time it all went fine, but today, it seemed like he wasn’t in a mood to cooperate. Herbie had decided that breaking down in the middle of nowhere at twenty hours on a Friday was the best idea, which left you on the brink of frustrated, angry tears. 

So, obviously, you called the only person you knew could help you in this situation.

“You alright?” Chris asked as soon as he arrived and stood in front of where you were leaning on your car. “Oh, God. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“I’m just so fucking done with this car”, you brought your hands to your face, sobbing once the frustration that had built inside of you couldn’t be contained anymore.

“Hey…” You felt Chris’ body heat practically envelop you when he moved into your space, and, had you not been crying like a baby, you’d probably feel a bit flustered about it. “Are you– Can I– Do you want a hug?”

You just nodded–still covering your face with your hands–because of course you wanted a hug. You were trembling with your quiet sobs, so a hug sounded like absolute heaven at this moment, and when Chris finally leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you to him, the fact that Herbie had left you stranded in the middle of nowhere seemed so insignificant now.

Chris was so incredibly warm. The way he softly caressed your back helped ease your trembles, and, eventually, the tears stopped, too. So you finally moved your hands away from your face, bringing your arms around his waist to hug him as well, just as you buried your face on his shoulder–probably leaving small puddles of tears on the fabric of his boilersuit.

That was when you noticed his attire. Similar to how he dressed when he was at the shop, but clearly completely clean. His boilersuit even smelt like his fabric softener still, and… Was he wearing perfume?

You pulled yourself a bit from him, and his calloused hands cradled your face immediately to wipe your tears with his thumbs. You could feel heat spread on your cheeks as he did.

Chris was so close to you still, the heat of his palm on your cheeks seeped into you, shooting straight to your fluttering heart. He truly was incredibly handsome, and as you looked him in the eyes the words left your mouth before you could even think twice about them.

“Wow. Your eyelashes are so pretty”.

A look of surprise crossed Chris’ features, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob, right before he pulled his hands away from your face and opened the driver’s door of your car, giggling. Giggling in that utterly Christopher way he always did.

“Well, yours are, too”, he said while he pulled the lever near the wheel to release the safety latch so he could open the bonnet of your car.

For a moment, you could’ve sworn his ears were red, and you wondered briefly if he might’ve been feeling warm with his boilersuit on, since it was warm tonight, which was why you had decided to wear a dress in the first place. “Were you at the shop when I called?”

“Was on my way”, Chris rounded your car, finally standing in front of it and opening the bonnet. “Ahh, Herbie. You’d certainly seen better days, haven’t you, buddy?” He took his phone from his pocket, switched on the torch, and handed it to you. “Could you hold this for me? Please?”

“Why were you going to the shop this late?” You asked as you pointed the light towards Herbie’s insides.

“Was gonna work on the bike. Angle this a bit, please”, Chris took your hand, angling it however he needed it so he could see whatever it was he needed to see–for you he might as well had been doing dark magic on your car. You saw him push cables around like he knew what each of them was for, which he surely did, this was his livelihood, after all, but it all just looked the same to you, so you were immensely relieved that he was able to help you out tonight.

“You fix cars all day and still have the drive to work on your bike in the evening?” You chuckled, just as Chris moved your hand to point the light somewhere else.

“You’d be surprised how much drive I can have when I’m doing something I like”, there was a smile on his face as he said it, and honestly you couldn’t help but believe him. Just like you couldn’t help but wonder what else he could like that’d fuel that drive of his… “Alright, we’re gonna have to jumpstart it. Gimme a sec”.

Chris left your side for a moment, and he returned almost immediately after with a jumper cable in his hands. Once he had attached it to his 4X4’s and Herbie’s battery, he instructed you to go back to the driver’s seat and to turn the ignition at his signal.

You did as asked, and as soon as you did Herbie came back to life, making you heave a sigh of relief. Chris appeared by your door a few seconds after. “Let’s go to the shop, yeah? I don’t think he’ll make it much further, to be honest”.

And honestly, you didn’t think your car would make it far, either. So you followed Chris’ 4X4 out of the area and through the familiar roads to his repair shop. You couldn’t help but feel immensely grateful, not only because he was helping you now, but because he always did it. Whenever you’d needed him, he’d always been there, which did nothing to appease the ever growing feelings you had for him.

When you made it to Chris’ shop, he simply opened the gate to the garage and signalled you to come in. You got off your car as soon as it was parked, just as Chris was unzipping his boilersuit, revealing his black vest top underneath and his admittedly mouthwatering arms as he tied the top part of the garment around his waist.

“Thank you, Chris. Really”, you told him as soon as he stood in front of you, handing him Herbie’s keys when he opened his palm.

“Oh, please”, he waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought, as if what he did was something not even worth thanking him for. “I’m glad you called, I would’ve felt really bad if I couldn’t have helped you with this”, he gave you a smile, one of his blinding smiles that made his dimples appear on his cheeks and his eyes disappear, and you suddenly felt your cheeks warm up and like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

Chris made sure to place a wedge behind each of Herbie’s wheels just so the car was secure in place, and then turned to you. “Come with me”.

He guided you to the sink by the corner of the shop. Pumping some soap into his hands and opening the tap, he started to generously lather the suds all over his hands. 

“Come here, you need to wash your hands, too”, Chris took your hands in his, getting them all soapy, making sure to spread the soap between each of your fingers, going as far as to rub your hands between his, or lace his fingers with yours to fulfil the task.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Chris, I didn’t touch anything”.

“You sure?” He chuckled, but his motions didn’t stop. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, no?”

“I guess”, you didn’t think your cheeks could’ve felt any hotter. You seriously hoped it wasn’t that noticeable.

After thoroughly rinsing your hands under the tap, he gave you a clean rag to dry them on just as he motioned for you to follow him again. So you did, walking past his half restored bike and into his office.

Chris placed Herbie’s keys on the designated case that corresponded to the number in which you had parked your car, and then turned to the minifridge. “You want a soda?”

“Sure”, you took the glass bottle from him as soon as he opened it and handed it to you. You always found it odd that he had glass bottles and not cans, considering how little space he had in that fridge. When you asked him about it once Chris simply went on about how ‘cans just don’t taste the same! The soda tastes so much better when it’s drunk from a bottle’, and as soon as he said that you just couldn’t untaste it anymore. Glass bottles were, ultimately, superior.

“‘Suppose I’ll get an uber”, you sighed after you took a sip of your drink, walking a bit so you could lean against the wall.

“An uber? Nonsense, I’ll drive you home, don’t worry”, Chris took a sip of his drink, just as he leaned on his desk.

“Aw, c’mon. You already went out of your way to rescue me. I don’t wanna take more of your time”.

Chris scoffed. “Don’t make me beg”.

“I wouldn’t dare”, you chuckled, although you were suddenly curious of what would happen if you did make him beg… “But what about your bike?”

“The bike won’t be ready anytime soon. The only reason I was coming here was because I was restless at home. Now I’d much rather spend some time with you, to be honest”, Chris took a sip of his drink again, and suddenly holding his gaze felt like too much, but the way your eyes decided to focus on his Adam’s apple moving with every sip he took wasn’t that much easier.

“You know…” Chris said after a few moments of silence, pulling your eyes back up from where they had been glued to his neck. “I think it might be time for you to consider letting Herbie go. It’s been months, and I honestly don’t think I can save him”.

You sighed. “I know… But I fear I’ve grown attached to the damned thing. Besides, wouldn’t you lose your most regular customer?” You added the last part with a chuckle, taking a sip of your drink right after.

Chris chuckled. “So you’re saying you only talk to me ‘cause of Herbie?”

You almost choked on your drink. “N–no. Of course not. You’re a good friend, Chris. Truly”. 

He placed his drink on the desk, and a smirk made its way onto his face. “Just a good friend?”

“Uhh… A great friend?” You laughed softly, drinking some more of your soda.

Chris went silent for a moment. As you saw him worry at his bottom lip and looking anywhere but where you were standing, you wondered if you had said something wrong. That was, until he chuckled.

“I don’t think I’m a good friend, to be honest”, he crossed his arms over his chest, bouncing his leg a bit. “Good friends don’t secretly hope for their friend’s car to break down so they’d call them for help”. 

You were just bringing your bottle to your lips, but his words made you stop in your tracks. “What?”

Chris looked at you for a moment. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but then he was tipping his head to the side and laughing. “God, I seriously didn’t believe Jisung at first, but you really are dense for some things, aren’t you?” 

“I am… So confused right now”.

Chris shook his head a bit, and he walked closer to you. “Let me tell you a secret…” He got into your space, close enough that you could smell his perfume, and the proximity made you swallow the saliva that seemed to have suddenly pooled in your mouth. Leaning into you, he brought his mouth to your ear, whispering. “I really, really like you”.

You blinked, and you honestly felt like your brain had short-circuited. “You… What?”

No way was Christopher Bang telling you he liked you. There was just no way. You would’ve noticed… You would’ve, right? You definitely would’ve… Wouldn’t have you noticed?

Suddenly you remembered Jisung. How he’d tried to tell you multiple times throughout the past few months that Chris was flirting with you, that you should shoot your shot, but you honestly had never believed him, because it seemed just so ridiculous to you that Chris could even look at you in that light.

“I’ve, uh… Liked you for a while. A long, long while”, Chris pulled himself away from your space completely, and he looked at your face for a moment. A moment that you stayed completely silent, still trying to process the fact that Chris liked you… And for a while now.

You saw his brows furrow as he chewed on his bottom lip. Then he was speaking again. “I just… Couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore. When we hugged earlier I realised I wanted to do that more, and that I should probably grow a pair and tell you already. I’d like to take you on a date, if you want, but I can understand if you don’t want to…”

He was rambling. A lot. Saying a lot of things. This was the Nervous Chris you’d only seen a couple of times, the Nervous Chris whose coping mechanism was just to jump to conclusions and talk in a single breath. Suddenly, it all seemed to click into place. The good morning texts, the selfies, the late night talks at the shop after Herbie had died on you time and time again, it was so clear to you now.

“If you don’t like me back that’s fine, you can just say so, I won’t take it to hear–”

You kissed him.

It was barely anything. Just a peck on the lips, but it was enough to shut him up, enough to make his eyes go wide in surprise, and, to your own selfish delight, enough to bring a delicate blush to his cheeks.

“I like you, too”, you said simply, still a bit shocked by his confession, a bit shocked by your confession coming out of your own mouth. You honestly never thought you’d be able to say that to him out loud, but you did. Just like he had.

Chris looked stunned for a bit. But that stunned look didn’t last long, it quickly turned to something else, something raw and incredibly alluring. Stepping into your space again, he brought a hand to the back of your head, holding you in place just as his other hand took the bottle from your hands to place it on the tool cart next to you, right as his lips found yours.

This kiss was nothing like the peck you’d given him. It was loaded with need and want and lust. So much of all of it you couldn’t even believe how blind you’d been. Every press of his lips against yours kindled the fire that started to burn in the pit of your stomach. When his hand joined the other cradling your head, you just couldn’t help the small whimper that came out of your mouth, and that tiny noise seemed to have spurred Chris on, enough to press you flush against the wall as his tongue made its way inside your mouth, as your arms wrapped around his waist.

Heat was spreading quickly inside of you, and you were starting to feel lightheaded–whether it was due to the shock, or due to how Chris was pressing you against the wall, or due to the motions of his kiss and the lack of oxygen, you weren’t too sure. One of your hands laid palm flat on the small of his back, while the other pressed between his shoulder blades, and the hum that came out of his mouth seemed to have travelled all the way to your heart, making it beat even faster in your chest.

Chris detached his mouth from yours, only for a moment, enough to talk. “Does this mean…” He pressed another kiss on your lips. “That you’d like…” And another. “To go on a date?” This kiss lasted a bit longer than the others, it lasted until you nodded your head.

“Yes”, you pressed a kiss on his lips, just as your arms moved to loop around his neck and his wrapped around your waist, keeping you impossibly closer to him. “Would love to”.

He hummed again, and he immediately resumed the soft movement of his lips on yours. Keeping you tight against him for a while. Until it seemed like his brain had caught up with him. 

“We should probably stop”, but he didn’t stop kissing you, just like you didn’t, either. You just couldn’t get enough of his full lips on yours, of his tongue pushing against yours.

“Do you want to?” Your fingers made their way through the curls at the back of his head, holding the strands between them just how you’d dreamt to do so many times throughout the past handful of months.

“God, no”, and you believed him, not only because of how desperate he sounded when he said it, but also because he just kept kissing you, talking in between quick pecks of his lips. “But I don’t want… To make it seem… Like this is all I want… You know?”

You knew. You knew because you were thinking exactly the same thing. You could feel him against your pubic bone, hard, warm, and it all made you incredibly wet, maybe embarrassingly so. But this was Chris, it was hard to feel embarrassed with him, which was part of the reason why you had developed feelings for him in the first place.

You hummed, just to let him know that you understood what he was trying to say without removing your lips from his. As you kissed him, as you felt him and his warmth, your mind started to cloud a bit. The mix of his motions, of the months and months of pining for him, and the even more months of self-inflicted celibacy clearly made it so logical thinking wasn’t your strongest attribute at this time.

“Would you still… Take me on a date… If I sucked you off right now?” The words flew past your mouth between kisses, too fast for you to even think twice and stop them.

“Shit…” Chris pulled himself away from your lips completely, looking you in the eyes. As you took in the flush on his face, his plush, kiss-bitten lips, and his blown pupils, you couldn’t help but think just how incredibly beautiful he looked like this. “Are you being serious?”

“Dead serious”, your chest was heaving, and your fingers carded through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails, making Chris bite his lip and take a deep breath.

“Of course I would. I’d take you to the fucking moon even if I got it wet right now”.

You chuckled at that, and pressed a brief kiss on his lips. “A date is enough, babe”.

“Babe, huh?” Chris took a deep breath, just as you pushed him away from you a bit, enough to have space so you could drop to your knees, uncaring of your bare skin touching the floor. All you could care about was the outline of his length against his clothes when you pressed your hand on it.

“Sorry, you don’t like ‘babe’?” You looked up at him, right in the eyes, just as you untied the sleeves of his boilersuit from around his waist.

“I like it a lot, actually”, there was a bit of a smug smirk on his face, and it had you licking your lips.

Just as you were about to pull the bottom of his suit further down, he brought a hand to one of yours, diverting your eyes back up to his. His gaze had softened, and the smile on his face coupled with that look in his eyes made you flush further. “You don’t have to, seriously. Don’t feel obligated to do it”.

“I don’t”, you reassured him. “I want to do it. Badly. But only if you want it, too”.

“Fuck… I do. So bad”, he licked his lips, and he moved his hand away from yours to place it on your head instead. “You’ve got no idea how much, shit…”

So you resumed your motions, tugging his bottoms along with his underwear, enough for his length to spring free of its confinements. You weren’t surprised with the sight, honestly. A pretty face like his surely came with a pretty cock, too. So of fucking course it was pretty, especially so as precum pooled at its tip, especially when it looked just so delectably hard. It was a bit on the girthier side, but nothing too crazy, nothing you couldn’t handle. If anything, it just made your mouth water, and you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Shit…” You took him in your hand, spreading around the bead of precum that had collected on his tip to give him a couple of tentative pumps, making him swear under his breath and bite his bottom lip. “How do you like it?”

“Fuck… Sloppy. Make it as wet as you can, the messier the better”, the words flew past his lips, completely shamelessly, almost as if he didn’t even need to think about them. Chris seemed to be transfixed on the sight of your hand working his length, and you took that opportunity to spit on it, making him groan while you started to coat him in your saliva.

So you delayed no further, dying for a taste, and a taste you got. As soon as your lips wrapped around his tip Chris swore. Loudly. He threw his head back and his fingers seemed to tighten a bit on your head, but he didn’t move you, he let you keep the pace as you saw fit. You started slow, holding him by the base and just bobbing your head for your lips to repeatedly catch on the ridge of his head and for your tongue to rub against the frenulum on the underside, taking him deeper into your mouth with every other stroke.

The moment you opened your eyes and your gaze found his, your inner walls involuntarily clenched around nothing, and suddenly you felt like you needed some relief. But you ultimately decided to keep your focus on Chris, on his lustful gaze, on his furrowed brows, on his gentle hold on your head, and the grunts and groans threatening to come out of his mouth, dampened by the way his teeth trapped his bottom lip.

He wanted it messy and sloppy, so you were ready to give it to him messy and sloppy. It’d been a while since you’d done this, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. With a deep breath, you took him in deeper, breaching past the initial resistance for him to ease into your throat.

“Oh, fuck… You’re kidding… Shit…” Chris threw his head back, letting the most delicious noises out of his mouth, almost making you lightheaded with how aroused his heavy cock in your mouth coupled with his blissed out sounds got you.

You took your time slurping him up, uncaring if saliva dribbled out of your mouth as you worked against your gag reflex, feeling tears quickly collect in the corner of your eyes. When you felt confident enough with your motions, you brought your hand to his that held your head in place, while you placed the other on his hip, holding him tightly. 

“You want me to move, pretty? Fuck your perfect little mouth?” You nodded in response, humming around his length.

Slowly, he started to thrust into your mouth. Chris was being extremely careful, being mindful of every controlled push of his hips, but even with his slow pace, you couldn’t help but moan as soon as he started moving, making him groan in response. That was when you finally gave into your own desires, moving your hand away from his that lay on your head to bring it under your dress so you could press circles on your clit over your underwear, eliciting broken whimpers from your mouth.

“Shit, look at you…” Chris looked fucked out of his mind already, with his heaving chest and the increasing pace of his hips. You were sure you weren’t looking any more collected than he was, especially when you started to feel tears finally fall from the corner of your eyes every time you blinked.

With one particularly precise thrust of his hips, Chris’ length went in further than you were used to, essentially choking you on his cock, making you gag harshly. Chris pulled his length out of your mouth, and you gasped for air immediately.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, so fucking good with that mouth… Come here, beautiful”, Chris helped you to your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist once you were standing on your feet and pressing kisses all over your cheeks. You were still panting a bit, flushed from exertion, but Chris kissed you anyway, and you kissed him back, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “Need to taste you”, he mumbled between pecks of his lips. “Please, please, please let me eat you out”.

You just nodded, very eagerly if you might add. But you honestly couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed about it, not when Chris begged so fervently for it. Just the thought of seeing him between your legs had you already clenching with need.

While you kissed, Chris removed his arms from your waist. You felt him fumble with his underwear and his boilersuit, hastily wrapping it around his waist, and before you could even register what he was doing, he was taking a hold of your ass and scooping you into his arms.

“Chris, fuck, wait. I’m heavy as hell”, you were slightly alarmed, but your legs wrapped around his waist for stability anyway just as you held onto his shoulders.

“Heavy?” Chris chuckled, moving towards his desk. “Baby, I can lift almost thrice your weight”.

“You, what?” You asked, a bit confused–and also aroused, because, fuck, how strong was this man…–Chris pushed away some of the items on his desk to sit you on it, close to the edge. After all the revelations that had come to light earlier, it finally dawned on you. “Is that… Why you asked what my weight was all those months ago?”

“Of course! Needed to make sure that if I ever got a chance I was able to do everything I wanted”, he dropped to his knees, starting to press tender kisses up your shins. “Must admit I had to stop whole hip thrusts sets sometimes because I’d get so fucking hard halfway through, fuck”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, a hearty, and slightly incredulous laugh. “Holy shit. I genuinely thought you would tell me I had to lose weight at some point”.

“What? I’d never”, Chris chuckled, bringing his hands to your thighs, squeezing them. “I mean, it’s your body, you can do whatever you want, but know that I find you incredibly attractive however you look”, he moved his hands further up, right under the hem of your dress to finally hook his fingers on the waistband of your underwear. “Can I take these off, gorgeous?”

“Yes”, you giggled, feeling yourself heating up further just by his words and the feeling of his hands on your skin. With your hands on the desk you lifted your hips enough for him to slip the garment down your legs and off of you. He threw your underwear on the desk, and they landed somewhere behind you.

Bringing his hands back to your thighs, Chris rubbed circles with his thumbs for a second, only to finally move them further up, catching the hem of your dress and bringing it with him as he went. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden. That was, until he finally pushed your legs apart. With the way he swore under his breath and the way his eyes seemed to get impossibly darker as soon as he took sight of your seeping core, any nervousness seemed to have been obliterated, and you couldn’t help but feel just so incredibly wanted.

“Fuck… Even here, huh?” He threw your legs over his shoulders, and you felt yourself heat up in anticipation. “Plump, pretty… Shit…”

Desire pooled in the pit of your stomach, it was honestly almost pathetic how affected you felt just by the things he was saying and the sight of him between your legs.

“You know…” Chris pressed his lips to your inner thigh, sucking harshly, leaving marks on your skin, making you inhale a shaky breath. “This is the exact same dress you were wearing the first time you came into my shop”.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. “You remember what I was wearing?”

“Hm, ‘course I do”, he moved his attention back to your eyes, just as he pressed a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. “I’ve been dreaming of you in this fucking dress for months, baby…”

“You have?”

“I have”, one of his hands came to grip your thigh, while the other moved to your hip, giving you a hefty squeeze. “How do you like it, pretty? Or how do you not like it, for that matter?”

You licked your lips, suddenly transfixed by the sight of his lips brushing your skin. “Gentle sucks go a long way. I’m a bit, uh… Sensitive”.

“Sensitive, huh? ‘Course you are… Hold this for me, hm?” He took a hold of your hand and brought it to one of your thighs, just as he spread you open further, propping your foot on the desk. So you did as asked, keeping your legs open as he diverted his attention back to your heat. “Good girl… Just like that…”

As soon as he spread you with two of his fingers, and he dived, landing soft, tentative licks on your clit, you knew you were done for. Your whole body jolted a bit, and a soft whimper escaped your mouth. “Oh, fuck…”

Chris just hummed, moving to lick at your entrance, getting a taste of your essence with his brows pulled together, looking just so fucking delighted. Just the thought that he was genuinely enjoying himself got you moaning a bit louder under the quickening movements of his tongue, and as soon as his lips pressed on your clit, giving you those gentle sucks you had asked for, your mind just disconnected completely.

He took his time working you up, turning you to a whimpering mess just with his lips and his tongue, gradually increasing his tempo to build your upcoming release. Whenever he dipped lower to lick at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit with every movement of his head, he was essentially making out with your cunt and you would gladly let him do whatever and however he wanted. Your nerve endings were on fire, your toes curled with need, and your walls clenched with his unrelenting pace.

When he detached his mouth from your core you almost wanted to cry, but he only did it for a second, enough to ask a “Fingers, baby?” only to press his lips to your sensitive skin again, sucking your clit into his mouth and licking it with his tongue.

You weren’t sure if the ‘yes’ actually came out of your mouth, you vaguely only registered your eager nodding and the soft moan that escaped your lips as soon as you felt one of his digits at your entrance. Chris groaned against your skin as soon as he inserted the first finger to the knuckle, the vibration of the sound further fueling that fire in the pit of your stomach. He pumped his finger in tandem with his tongue on your clit, touching and prodding and gauging your reactions to his every move.

One particularly sharp nudge of his finger on your walls had you moaning a bit louder than you were before, and Chris seemed to have picked it up immediately, because he plunged a second finger right after and started pumping his digits in and out, hitting that sweet spot over and over while his lips gently sucked on your clit. You needed to have a hand on the desk to keep yourself up, to maintain some stability, so you shuffled your foot a bit and simply let go of your thigh to bring the hand that was holding it to his head, burying your fingers in his hair and pushing him further against you with a whimper.

Chris groaned as soon as your fingers threaded through his hair, immediately picking up the pace of his fingers and his tongue, bringing you further and further towards the edge, and God if you needed to tip over that edge… With how well he was working you up you felt your lower belly tighten with exertion, and your walls spasm more frequently around his fingers.

“Chris… Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking close, please–” You almost choked with the moan that came out of your mouth after you spoke, since Chris immediately started ramming his fingers into you harder, faster, just as his plush, now swollen lips kept sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

He was absolutely determined to give you your relief, and as soon as you were able to open your eyes and look at him, the look in his eyes, lustful, greedy, was enough to finally push you over the edge. Searing heat spread all over your body with your release, pure pleasure overflowed each and every one of your senses, making you perceive nothing but Chris, Chris, Chris, and his lips between your legs, and his hair between your fingers, and his fingers inside of you.

Chris’ motions didn’t relent until you were thoroughly satisfied, until you weakly pushed on his head with a ‘shit, baby, enough, please’ when he had you on the brink of oversensitivity. As soon as his mouth detached from your heat, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean before he finally stood up and caught your mouth in a heated kiss. The fact that you could taste yourself on his lips only seemed to spur you on further, making you whimper while you brought a hand to the back of his head and took a handful of his curls to finally get completely lost in the motions of his kiss.

“So pretty, fuck…” He mumbled when his mouth disconnected from yours, cradling your head in his hands as he smothered your face with kisses. “So fucking gorgeous when you come for me, shit…”

His borderline adoring words had you feeling tingly all over, somehow both making your heart swell in your chest and your walls involuntarily flutter even when they were still sporadically spasming from the after effects of your orgasm. When Chris kissed you again, you looped your arms around his neck just as his hands found your hips, pulling him flush to you, heaving chest against heaving chest, getting lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands kneading your flesh.

“Holy fuck”, you chuckled as soon as Chris’ lips parted from yours, and he followed suit, chuckling while he made his way to your neck, to press kisses all over your skin.

“Mmm, I know, right?”

Chris hugged you close, leisurely kissing and licking your neck and shoulders. His soft, lingering touches seemed to shoot straight to the deepest areas within your heart, and even though you’d just had a mind-numbing orgasm, you certainly wanted more. More of him.

“Chris?” You mumbled, hugging him a bit tighter.

“Mm?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then moved to take his earlobe between your teeth, tugging gently before you whispered, “want you”.

Chris took in a shaky breath, and he pulled himself away from your neck to look at your face. God, you wanted to kiss him, his flushed face and his swollen lips would be a sight that’d haunt your wettest dreams from now on, you just knew. 

He licked his lips. “We don’t have to, pretty”.

“Mm… You’re right, we don’t have to”, dragging one of your hands from his shoulders, down his chest, his abdomen, all the way to his length, you pressed your palm firmly, feeling him still hard under your grasp. “But do you want to?”

“Fuck, yeah, I want to”, Chris held your hips tighter, and you wondered if you’d see bruises tomorrow just as he placed a kiss on your lips. “I want you so bad”.

“You have me. Right here, baby. You can have me right here”, you mumbled against his lips, pressing a kiss there right after, just as Chris swore under his breath.

“Shit… Gimme a sec”, he detached himself from you, rounding the desk and pulling one of the drawers open, muttering to himself. “There were some here, I’m sure…”

You turned to look at him, oddly amused by the way he carelessly moved things around in his drawers. “What are you looking for?”

“Aha! These”, he pulled a three piece box of condoms, and he turned it around a few times in his hand with a frown on his face. “I seriously hope these aren’t expired…”

You chuckled at the sight of his focused face, amused, but also incredibly curious. “Why do you even have a box of condoms in your desk’s drawers? How many girls have you had in here?”

“Believe it or not, you’re the first one”, he chuckled, opening the package and taking one of the foil packets out, examining it closely for a moment, only to finally heave a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Not expired”.

With a smile on your lips, you quirked a brow at him, just as you watched him round the desk again to stand in front of you. He shrugged to your silent question, taking the foil packet between his teeth so he could untie the top of his boilersuit from around his hips and tug the rest and his underwear down enough so his length was free again, and you’d admit you got a bit distracted by the sight.

With the corner of the condom packet still held in place by his teeth, he finally tore it open, and you took the bit of foil that was still in his mouth to drop it somewhere on the desk while Chris carefully slid the condom down his length.

“You’d be surprised how many things a condom can be used for when working with cars. They’re always useful when you need to get creative and use whatever you have at hand”, Chris stood between your parted legs, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing.

“What kind of MacGyver bullshit is that?” You chuckled, but the sound quickly turned into a surprised yelp when Chris held you tightly and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk.

“They’ve always been helpful when I’ve needed them”, leaning into you, Chris placed a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a kiss just as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading your juices around and teasing your clit in the process, making you whimper into his mouth. “But I’ll be honest, I’ve never been more happy to have them at hand than I do right now”.

You brought a hand to play with the hair at the back of his head, pulling him for a brief kiss. “Put them to good use, then”.

“Demanding, are we?” Chris chuckled, but he lined himself with your entrance anyway, slowly easing his length into your heat. “Oh, shit…”

It was a stretch, alright, but he was being just so incredibly careful, and you appreciated it, you really did. But you were also incredibly desperate to be filled, so you wrapped your legs around his torso and pushed on his ass with your heel, urging him on, making him jut his hips further forward.

“Shit… Have mercy on me, will you?” He mumbled against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss on your skin while his now free hand made its way to your hip again, holding you tightly.

“Want you”, you replied simply, probably whinier and less demanding that you were trying to sound, but Chris complied with your request anyway, finally thrusting all the way in, making you gasp with just how incredibly full you felt.

“Want you, too”, he pressed his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. The thought of waking up tomorrow and seeing his marks on your neck or your hips made you flush impossibly further, even as he moved along to press kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulder. “Want you so bad I’m genuinely about to burst just by being inside you right now. Need a second”.

Bringing a hand to his cheek, you made him turn away from your shoulder to look at you, and the way he bit his lip before he leaned in for a kiss had you involuntarily clenching around him, eliciting a choked groan from his lips.

“Fuck, driving me nuts… Seriously, we’re gonna have… The best fucking date ever… You’ll see…” He mumbled his words between kisses, and it genuinely had you laughing, because of course he was still thinking about your future date. “C’mon, beautiful. Hold on to me”.

So you did, bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders, burying one of your hands in his hair, all while he placed one hand on the small of your back, and the other on the desk for stability. Finally, Chris moved, starting a rhythm with precise thrusts, making you gasp at the sensation of his length dragging against your walls, making him groan.

“Fuck, shit… That’s good. So good. Feel so fucking perfect around me, baby. Perfect”, with the increase of his tempo you could barely register the words coming out of his mouth, all you could do was whine while you nodded in agreement, hoping that he, too, would know how just incredibly good he felt inside of you.

The way Chris kissed you, almost desperate, the way he started to ram into you, stretching you so deliciously you were already starting to feel lightheaded, all combined had that little bit of sanity you had left in you leave your body entirely, finally letting you succumb to just your utmost primal need for pleasure. But more specifically, for pleasure you could share with Chris.

You honestly couldn’t tell how long you spent getting pounded to that desk, you could just feel Chris’ cock repeatedly splitting you open and his lips on yours and the words that he’d occasionally mumble against your skin, his words of praise and encouragement that had you once again feeling tingly all over, words that fed that pool of arousal inside of you, threatening to spill it all over. You vaguely registered words of your own leave your mouth, too. Words that seemed to spur him on, that seemed to pull blissed-out sounds from his lips and yours nonstop. 

“Lean back a bit for me, gorgeous”, and you couldn’t help but comply, removing one of your hands from his shoulders to place it behind you to lean on it, leaving just enough space between your bodies for Chris to sneak his hand between your bodies, finding your clit and drawing fervent circles on your already oversensitive bud, eliciting a moan from your lips as soon as he did. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby. Just like that, milk my cock just like that, huh…”

“Chris–” You honestly weren’t sure what you were even going to tell him, you could just feel your next high approaching increasingly fast, and you needed it. You needed it badly.

“It’s fine, pretty. Whenever you’re ready, just let go”, he mumbled the words against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss on it, a complete contrast to his sharp thrusts and the fast movement of his fingers between your legs. “Want to feel you so bad, fuck…”

“Shit–” With a few more flicks of his fingers on your clit, you finally got that sweet, sweet relief. The feeling spread all throughout your body, dragging sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure out of your mouth, making your legs shake from exertion as you tried to keep your hold around Chris’ torso.

Bringing both of his hands to your hips for leverage, Chris chased his own release, his grunts and groans getting lost in your mouth while he kissed you again. One, two, three thrusts and he was flush against you, shooting his load into the condom while he was buried as deep as he could within your warmth, a mix of his groans and your name and a colourful string of swears flying past his lips as he rode the waves of his ecstasy with minute rolls of his hips.

“Holy fuck”, he cradled your face in his hands, pulling you in for one more heated kiss while he came down from his high, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I agree”, you were panting a bit, breathless, leaning back on both of your hands as you tried to catch your breath.

Chris laughed, a hearty laugh that had a smile appearing on your face immediately. Taking a hold of the condom by the base of his length to make sure it was secure in place, he finally pulled out, carefully sliding it off of him, tying a knot and throwing it in the bin by his desk. You missed his warmth inside of you immediately.

Taking a roll of toilet paper from one of the tool carts nearby, he quickly cleaned any remnants of his release from his length before he was tucking it back into his briefs, finally wrapping the top of his boilersuit around his waist again. With more paper in hand Chris asked you to ‘please open up those pretty legs for me, hm?’ so he could clean you up, helping you back into your underwear right after.

As soon as you were standing back on your–admittedly unsteady–feet, Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a quick kiss on your lips only to move up and press another on your forehead. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay”, you chuckled, melting into his embrace. “Everything hurts, though. How’re you?”

“On cloud nine”, he replied simply, giving you one of his blinding smiles, making your heart race with the sight.

When Chris finally detached himself from you, he reached for the soda he’d taken out of your hands earlier, giving it back to you once you told him ‘I still want to drink it. Even if it’s not cold anymore, seriously’, and after a bit of back and forth he simply relented.

“Would you…” Chris started to ask, while he bent down to take the bag out of the bin. “Would you like to come to my place? I mean, I can take you to yours, too, that’s fine, but I figured, you know, you could stay over, and we could have dinner, and I can make you breakfast tomorrow, and I’m sure Wolfgang would love to see you, and we could cuddle to sleep, you know? But if you don’t want to, it’s fin–”

You took a hold of his hand, squeezing it in yours to stop his rambling. “I’d love to”.

Chris just giggled a bit, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and tugging you out of his office back to the garage once he’d switched off the light. When you were outside, you made your way to his 4X4, watching him chuck the small bin bag from his office into the bigger bin out in the garage and going through the motions of switching every light off in here, too.

As you watched him, your eyes drifted to Herbie, parked in his–by now–usual spot. Maybe Chris was right, maybe it was time you considered letting him go. He’d served you well for those two months at the beginning, and when you were in a pinch he was very forgiving, but his condition was unsustainable at this point.

As soon as Chris was by your side again he gave you a kiss for good measure, opening his 4X4’s passenger door for you. You just smiled at him, pressing one more kiss on his lips before you finally hopped in. Chris rounded the bonnet and started to very animatedly talk about a funny thing Wolfgang had done just this morning, gesturing with his hands while he recounted the event, making you laugh.

While Chris drove you two to his place, with soft music playing on the radio, with his hand occasionally shifting from the gear lever to squeeze your thigh, all while a light, easy conversation flowed between you two, you figured that Herbie might’ve been the worst financial decision you’d ever made, but at the very least, he’d brought you to Chris, so you really couldn’t hold a grudge against him, not when you felt so incredibly light and couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

You can find part two here

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Game Night

ot8 x Female reader

Word count: 8.4K (I can't even justify...)

Synopsis: You and the guys have another Monday night game night but it's anything but 'typical' when the game is truth or dare...

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Here it is! The big finale! Hell in a hand basket, see you all there! If you like this unhinged debauchery please reblog, comment, like lose your mind in my asks! Yall have been killing me!🤣 As always but especially with this series warnings and S.M.U.T! below the cut! 9/9

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Bro... Ima try! Cursing/ swearing, LOTS of dirty talking, mentions of public sex, mentions of voyerism, gang bang, mentions of getting MC pregnant (only once not during sex), masturbation (m&f), oral (m&f), face sitting, deep throating/face fucking, cock slapping MCs face, gagging, choking/breath play, cum eating, cum play, squirting, cum shot, cream pie, rimming/ass play, rough sex, slight degradation (kinda), double penitration, anal sex (MC first time), sex toys (vibrator), Chan, Seungmin, Changbin, Minho, Hyunjin Dom/Jeongin, Jisung, Felix Sub/MC switch, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking (paddle), clit/pussy slapping, spit play, praise, pet names (beautiful baby girl goddess, kitten, sweetie, also good/bad girl. Felix gets called angel, him, Jeongin, and Jisung get called good boy. Jeongin calls you noona), Hyunjin takes pornographic pictures of MC, MC gets 'punished', MC is restrained (held down by Changbin), dude I don't even know I think that's everything. If I missed anything (if there's anything to miss) please let me know and will add it to the warnings asap.

Monday night board game night with the guys. It was a ritual you all always committed to and this Monday wasn’t any different in that sense. What was different was that the game chosen wasn’t technically a board game but somehow had been agreed upon, none the less.  

“Truth...” Jeongin answered and Hyunjin smirked. 

“Have you ever had sex in public?” Jeongin’s face turned pink and his eyes got wide. You shot Hyunjin a glare and Jeongin nodded. 

“Yes. Once.” Everyone but Hyunjin seemed surprised by his answer. 

“Not such a baby after all huh?” Jeongin spun the bottle that was in the middle of the group and it landed on Seungmin. The sly smile on his face you already knew who his target would be, if there were a way to stop him you would but the dagger eyes you gave him were ignored as he cleared his throat. 

“Felix...” You braced yourself for what would come. 

“Truth or dare?” Immediately he answered. 

“TRUTH!” Assuming it was the safer option. 

“Have you ever listened to any of us fucking?” It wasn’t. Felix almost choked and turned a hundred shades of red. 

“Uh... well... I’m sure we’ve all heard-” Seungmin shook his head. 

“No not heard listened, knowingly pressed your ear to a door or wall to listen to us fucking.” Felix stammered then looked down embarrassed and gave a small nod. 

“Yes.” He said quietly then leaned over and spun the bottle before any follow up questions could be asked. It spun and stopped on you. Beautiful. You already knew your target. 

“Seungmin...” He smirked knowing you’d choose him as soon as the bottle landed on you. 

“Yes sweetie...” His smile grew. 

Truth or dare Minnie?” 

“Dare...” He answered quickly knowing you had too much on him to pick truth. Whatever little dare you came up with would be far more bearable than telling the truth. 

“I dare you...” Seungmin puckered his lips at you teasingly. 

“I dare you to back hug Felix for the rest of the game.” Seungmin’s smile was wiped off his face he went to say something but you cut him off. 

“A real back hug, no pinching, or whispering scary things in his ear, no little tricks or loopholes. A genuine caring back hug the entire rest of the game.” Seungmin wanted to protest but Chan cut in. 

“Fair is fair Seungmin take your medicine.” Seungmin huffed and got up walking around the circle to sit behind Felix. He wrapped his arms around Felix’s waist. 

“Someone spin the stupid bottle.” Seungmin grumbled. Chan leaned over and twirled it and it landed on Minho. Now this was a wild card. There’s so many ways this could go, Minho was as unpredictable as the weather. He could choose anyone and anything in his arsenal of questions and dares were sure to be wicked. His feline eyes narrowed on you and you knew you were fucked. 

“y/n...” You sighed. 

“Yes Minho...” You deadpanned. 

“Truth or dare... kitten?” Your eyes got bigger but you composed yourself quickly and answered. 

“Truth Minho.” He looked like a cat ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. 

“Out of all of us, who’s fucked you the best?” Record scratch. 

“H-how...” Minho happily answered. 

“Well kitten it’s pretty easy to notice a post nut glow and one by one these fellas started floating around the apartment after a day with you.” Well the metaphorical cat was out of the bag now and there was no way to really answer that question fairly. They all fucked you stupid one way or another. You shook your head and huffed unwilling to take that bait, you could only imagine the bickering that would ensue. 

“Fine Dare” the guys were all cool, collected, but there was an energy buzzing underneath. You weren’t used to them all being so quiet, like they knew the shit storm that was coming once Minho opened his mouth. Minho lifted his sharp brow and smirked.  

“I dare you to let all of us fuck you at the same time. Gang bang style kitten.” You were genuinely shocked even for Minho. You expected crazy, maybe sex related, but not that.  

“W-what a-all of you?!” Minho smirked some of the guys were breathing heavily, poor Felix was beet red. 

“If you think you can take us that is.” Minho added and your eyes narrowed.  

“You all want to fuck me?” There was a unanimous yes.  

“Okay fine.” Minho cleared his throat. 

“Oh kitten, one more stipulation.” 

“Shoot.” He grinned like the Cheshire cat. 

“You have to take us all raw.” Your jaw dropped. 

“R-raw?” Minho nodded smiling very pleased with himself. He leaned over into your ear and whispered. 

“Worried one of us might knock you up? Hmm?” 

You stood up, stripped all your clothes off and stood in front of them stark naked. You looked down at Minho and smiled sweetly. 

“I’m on birth control Min.” You started backing towards the closest bedroom beckoning the guys to follow. One by one they got up and single file followed you into Chan’s room which was closest. 

“You boys gonna fuck me with your clothes on?” Pants and shirts started flying and you giggled. You got on Chan’s bed kneeling and then you were surrounded by eight gorgeous men with hard cocks in hand. You were out of your depth for sure. 

“So... how do we start this?” Minho crawled on the bed first stroking his cock. 

“Why don’t you start by sucking on this.” Minho offered you his dick. You bent over and Minho slid his cock in your mouth, precum smeared on your lips. You started sucking him, bobbing up and down making sure to coat his shaft with plenty of spit. 

“Someone lick the kitty, she’s sucking me so well.” Minho held your hair up for a better view of you blowing him. Felix crawled on the bed next touching himself but not jerking off. 

“ME! Let me!” He laid on his back under you and pulled you down on his face. Felix hummed, licked, sucked with so much enthusiasm. You gagged on Minho’s dick and Felix could feel you clench while he tongued your hole drinking you. He took a breath. 

“So good... fuck she tastes so good.” Jeongin nudged Felix out of the way. 

“Let me taste too.” Jeongin got under you and you thought Felix had been enthusiastic the sounds that came from your sopping wet cunt while Jeongin ate you out were lewd. Minho pulled you off his cock by your hair and tilted your head up making you look at him. 

“How is it kitten is Innie eating you good.” You nodded. Minho looked at the others. 

“You know she does have an asshole that could be getting eaten too... just saying.” Minno stuck his cock back in your mouth and you bobbed and sucked humming as a thank you for reminding them. Chan crawled up. 

“That’s me.” Jeongin kept lapping at your pussy and pulled your ass apart for his hyung to eat. Chan’s tongue circled the tight hole then started sucking and slurping. He pulled back. 

“Hold her open good for me Innie.” Chan spit on your hole and licked it up before eating your ass again. It wasn’t long before Jeongin and Chan had you coming. You moaned hard around Minho’s cock. 

“Ohhh fuck yes make her do that again and I’ll blow.” Jeongin and Chan moved out of the way making room for others. 

“Well? Who’s next?” Changbin crawled under you this time and Hyunjin took your ass. They both happily hummed licked and sucked anything you gave them. After a minute Changbin got up. 

“Fuck move Hyunjin I’ve got to fuck this hole I can’t take it anymore.” Hyunjin laughed and moved so Changbin could line up his big cock with your glistening pussy. He spit on his dick and pushed the tip in making you moan around Minho again. He groaned. Changbin set a slow pace at first sliding in and out of you making sure not to hurt you. Minho leaned over as you deep throated his cock and pulled your ass cheeks apart. 

“Pull out Bin show us the gaping hole you're turning that pretty little pussy into. Changbin pulled out and your cunt was gaping wide from his fat cock fucking you open.  

“Go on everyone spit on that hole get it nice and wet for Bin’s cock.” Everybody took a turn spitting, Changbin last before shoving his cock in hard, a wet squelch coming from your pussy as everyone’s spit allowed him to slide right in balls deep. You immedietly came so hard on his cock you screamed around Minho’s and he started fucking your face hard. 

“Fuck Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Minho pulled out and stroked his cock aiming for your mouth. The first streak painted your lips and he squeezed the rest into your mouth.  

“Show me kitten.” You opened your mouth showing him his cum. He took his finger and swiped up what dribbled down your chin and stuck it in your mouth. 

“Now swallow what I gave you and say thank you.” You swallowed Minho’s cum 

“T-thank y-you Minho t-thank you.” You said breathlessly while Changbin still fucked you hard with his huge dick, pulling your hips back making you take him whole. Minho leaned down and kissed your lips that tasted like his cum still. 

“You’re welcome kitten.” Changbin grunted behind you. 

“Fuck! Pussy is so tight!” Changbin spanked you and you moaned out reminding the rest of the guys that you had an open hole to fill.  

“That mouth is mine.” Seungmin crawled over and knelt in front of you. 

“Open up sweetie, you’ve got some cock to swallow.” You deep throated Seungmin’s cock all at once as Changbin and Jisung switched spots and Jisung sunk into you. 

“Fuck Bin how is she still so tight after taking all that cock.” Changbin laughed as he jerked himself off. 

“It’s that perfect little cunt, it’s always tight.” Jisung started fucking you faster and Seungmin gripped your hair and fucked your mouth. 

“I took it easy on you last time pretty, this time, I’m wrecking you. Pay back for that dare sweetie.” He fucked your throat fast and hard pulling your hair tighter as his high approached.  

“Ji finger her asshole and fuck her like you mean it.” Jisung pressed his thumb against your asshole and started fucking you as harder. You were being bounce off one cock onto another and back again, your throat and cunt being properly used, abused, fucked. Seungmin blew down your throat first pushing your head down hard until your nose was buried in the soft skin above his cock. You swallowed as quickly as he filled your mouth. When Seungmin choked you with his cock as he came you clenched around Jisung. He whimpered and pulled out shooting his load on your ass, thick ropes of cum spraying you, his cum dripped down your ass and legs. Jisung rubbed your ass cheek and moved over to lie down, stroking his soft dick getting ready for the next round. Seungmin pulled you off his cock by your hair hard and you fell flat on the bed already starting to feel fucked out. Hyunjin walked over and let go of his cock to flip you over and pulled you into a very familiar position. Your head was hanging over the side of the bed. 

“You remember this yea baby?” You hummed. 

“Yes Jinnie...” You opened your mouth. 

“Good girl, open wide now.” he stuck his fingers in gagging you then rubbed your spit on his cock.  

“I guarantee you one of you is going to want to fill that pussy because she fucking loves this.” He bottomed out into your throat. Jeongin knelt between your legs. 

“Can I fuck you noona please?” You tried to nod. Hyunjin took his cock out long enough for you to answer. 

“GOD YES! Innie fuck me hard just like I like it baby.” Your mouth was full of cock again immedietly and Jeongin slid into you dripping cunt. Hyunjin started playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples hard as he leaned in and fucked your throat mercilessly. You were gagging, drooling, choking every time the shoved it in further. Hyunjin pulled out and smacked your face with his cock as you took a deep breaths then knelt down stroking is cock with one hand, gripping your hair tight with the other. 

“Do you want Innie to fuck you harder beautiful?” 

“Y-yes yes! Jeongin wreck my hole baby fuck it nice and hard!” Hyunjin stood up slapped your face with his cock again and shoved it back in your mouth. 

“Y-yes noona... I will, I’ll fuck you so hard!” Jeongin grabbed your hips and thrusted hard and fast snapping his hips into yours with every thrust. You choked hard on Hyunjin’s cock and he pulled out stroking it hard and fast. 

“Fuck! MMMm open that fucking mouth up and take this load.” His cum squirt into your mouth coating the back of your throat, he stuck the tip in your mouth. 

“Get it all beautiful suck it out.” You gently sucked Hyunjin’s cum from his cock enjoying it’s taste. He pushed your jaw closed and held your nose. 

“Swallow now. Don’t make me grab the paddle.” Jeongin choked out and moaned. 

“Fuck she’s clenching so hard I’m gonna c-c-cum!” Jeongin’s hips stuttered and you could feel his warm load fill your cunt. Hyunjin tsked the youngest. 

“Innie did you cum in her already?” He pulled out and a huge trail of his cum followed. 

“Sorry noona... I should have asked...” You shushed himn  

“It’s okay baby, that’s where I like it. Where’s my angel?” Felix climbed over by you. 

“Here!” He said eagerly. 

“Be a good boy and eat Innie’s cum from my cunt and I’ll make sure you get an extra big surprise.” He smiled, crawled between your legs, buried his face in your pussy and started eating you out, tonguing your hole and licking it all clean. 

“FUCK FELIX YES CLEAN IT UP ANGEL!” Felix sipped on you and didn’t stop until your pussy was trembling and spotless. He looked up at you wanting to be sure he please you. You looked down and pushed his fluffy blonde hair out of his pretty face.  

“Good boy, so good for me aren’t you Lixie.” He nodded his chin coated in your’s and Jeongin’s cum. Chan grabbed your legs and pulled you down the bed so you were laying flat on your back, head resting on the mattress. He pushed your legs back like they had been on the pilates machine. 

“Min hold her legs will you?” Minho crawled over cock hard again and held your legs back.  

“Watch what I can make her do.” Chan latched his pouty lips onto your clit and sucked hard, humming and moaning against your cunt while he finger fucked you harder. It all hit you at once. You started squirting. He sat up and pumped his fingers deeper as your juices squirted out of your pussy.  

“Go on boys, clean up.” Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin all started slurping and licking at your cum. Chan slowed down and kept massaging your g spot firmly as the last of your juices leaked from you. You were almost back to earth when Hyunjin came over.  

“Big deal I can make her do that too.” Chan took over holding your legs and spread you open. Hyunjin slapped your pussy hard then started finger fucking you with his long slender fingers.  

“You didn’t squirt on Bin or Felix at all. Come on now fucking squirt for me beautiful.” He slapped your clit over and over, while he fucked his fingers into you deeper and deeper. You screamed Hyunjin’s name as you started coming again squirt even harder than the last time. Felix and Changbin were ready leaning down so you could spray your cum directly in their face, tongues out drinking everything you gave them, your slick dripping down their chins. Hyunjin massaged your sensitive pussy and gave it another slap for good measure making you jump and more of your juices flow from you.  

“So messy baby, gonna have to clean you up again.” You nodded.  

Without being told, Felix, Jisung and Jeongin all came to your side. You suddenly had three tongues licking your cum from your legs and cunt. It felt amazing. It was soft and tender and exactly what you needed after the last two orgasms you had.  

“Good boys, you cleaned me up so well and I didn’t even have to ask. Think you deserve to cum now? Hmm? Come on then tell me where you want to blow.” They all said mouth in unison as they jerked off by you. 

“Okay boys, mouth.” You opened up as they all circled your head stroking their cocks and panting over you. Felix moaned and came first it hit your nose and lips and then he made your mouth. Seeing Felix cum streak across your face made Jisung jerk and cum, unloading in your mouth entirely. You held your mouth open waiting for Jeongin to blow. Your hand came up and you pressed your fingers against his perinium. He choked out a moan and came unexpectedly. 

“FUCK!” He started coming uncontrolably at first but quickly rebounded and managed to get most of his cum in your mouth. You showed them their three big loads in your mouth and you were about to swallow when Hyunjin grabbed your throat stopping you. 

“Aht aht you gargle all that cum before you swallow like a good girl. Appreciate what your good boys gave you.” He let go of your throat and you gargled the mouth full of cum until it bubbled up over your lips. Hyunjn pushed your mouth closed. 

“Now you can swallow.” You swallowed the three loads of cum in two big gulps and hummed in satisfaction licking at your lips. 

“What do you say beautiful, I shouldn’t have to remind you of your manners.” Hyunjin was getting short with you. You looked at the boys. 

“T-thank you.” They all nodded. 

“You’re welcome noona.” Jeongin said shyly. 

“You ready for more cock kitten?” Minho went to line up with your pussy and you nodded. Just as he was about to push the tip in Hyunjin stopped him. 

“No no no wait that’s it. Not even a please gorgeous?! This won’t do. Someone bend her over I’m getting my paddle.” You clenched and secretly hoped he grabbed the vibrator too. Changbin flipped and lifted you like a rag doll and bent you over his lap. When Hyunjin walked back in with the paddle and, as you had hoped, the vibrator you couldn’t help the little smile on your face. Hyunjin was not pleased. 

“Oh you think this is funny?” You shook your head no but he’d seen the little smile. 

“No no you think this is funny. You seem to have already forgotten your last lesson.” A sizzling slap of the paddle came down on your ass and you moaned loudly. 

“Don’t make a peep or I’ll shove a cock in that mouth to shut you up.” You nodded and he landed another hard smack. Changbin could feel your juices dripping down his leg. 

“Fuck she’s gushing! Spank her again!” Minho grabbed the paddle. 

“Let me...” Oh fuck. He didn’t smack you as hard as Hyunjin but the placement. The paddle came into contact with your ass and your pussy, your arousal oozing from you, making a wet smack. You screamed out in pleasure. 

“FUCK!” Hyunjin wasn’t having it. 

“That’s it fill her mouth. She doesn’t know how to keep it down.” Chan walked over.  

“You heard him baby girl choke on it.” Minho landed another wet smack in the same spot and handed the paddle back to Hyunjin. 

“Suck it!” Hyunjin demanded and smacked you hard again. You swallowed Chan’s cock as he offered it to you. 

“There you go baby girl, now you focus choking on that while you get your punishment.” You looked up at him and hummed around his dick nodding your head as best you could. 

“Mmm there you go.” Slap and you choked on Chan’s cock more. He pet your head and you bobbed up and down his shaft again. You were preparing for the next smack when the vibrator was pressed against your cunt. You started to squirm and Changbin held you down. He leaned over to whisper in your ear. 

“Remember when I said pay back’s a bitch?” You looked back and Changbin quirked his eyebrow at you smirking. Then you saw Minho holding the vibrator to your pussy. Hyunjin landed one more good smack with the paddle while Minho pushed the vibrator harder against your clit. You almost spit out Chan’s cock to scream but he shoved you down on it instead cupping your jaw and fucking your throat. Gagging and drooling while you choked on Chan’s cock with the vibrator being rubbed against your pussy. You came with a strangled moan. Chan pulled you off his cock and leaned down looking at your fuck out face covered in your spit and his precum. He kissed your messy lips pillowy and soft and you were almost back to earth when Hyunjin grabbed the vibrator from Minho. 

“Nonono we’re not done.” He turned it on and up. 

“You know when this ends beautiful so get to choking on that cock or I’ll grab the paddle again.” You scrambled to get Chan’s dick in your mouth fast enough.  

“Fuuuck yes baby girl, you love sucking my cock don’t you.” You hummed loudly as you slurped on him. The vibrator was still pressed firmly against your clit and Changbin decided while he was a spanking chair he might as well keep his hands busy. He started to play with your ass. He spread your ass cheeks and spit directly on your hole and started rubbing it softly. He whispered to you again. 

“I should stick it in shouldn’t I? Teach you your lesson? You want my finger in your asshole?” You clenched but before you could answer Minho cut in. 

“Finger fuck her too Bin, she’s staying bent over with cock in her mouth until she squirts isn’t she?” He rubbed the vibrator hard against your clit and you choked a loud moan around Chan’s dick. You were bent over Changbin’s lap, one hand fucking into your cunt deep, the other fingering your asshole teasing you threatening to push it in. Chan’s cock was rubbing your tonsils as you continued to happily gag and choke on him and Hyunjin pressed and rubbed the wand vibrator against your clit. The other guys were all standing around watching in awe and jerking off. The panting and moaning coming from all of them made you ooze more. Changbin’s fingers pumping into your sopping wet hole made a lude wet sound. Hyunjin got down face level with your cunt. 

“When I say wreck her both of you fucking wreck her understand?” Chan grunted and Changbin nodded. They all worked you over and then Hyunjin said the words. 

“Wreck her!” Chan shoved your head down on his cock while thrusting hard and deep, your nose was buried in his pubic muscle. He reached under and pinched it closed making your gag on him more, drool pouring from your mouth down your chin, down his cock and balls, your hand came up and you cupped his balls pushing him further down your throat. As Chan was getting the best sloppiest blow job of his life Changbin had spit on your asshole again pushing against it firmly and finger fucked you hard hitting your g spot with precision. You knew what Hyunjin was after and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had it, he turned the vibrator up on high. There was a triggering effect. Chan’s cock twitched in the back of your throat as he plugged your nose. He came down your throat causing you to clench, making Changbin finger fuck you harder right as Hyunjin turned up the speed as he was on his knees in front of your cunt. You started squirting in Hyunjin’s face and Changbin just kept fingering you as your juices squirted all over your ass and his lap. Hyunjin buried his nose against your ass and shoved his tongue in your pussy hole lapping at the river of your cum leaking from you still. Hyunjin stood up and slapped your juicy cunt a couple more times for good measure making it gush again. 

“I think she’s learned her lesson.” Chan was still coming down, he’d let go of your nose but was still hugging your head down on his cock. He pulled you off and a little cum dribbled down your chin. He wiped it with his thumb and pushed it in your mouth, you hummed sucking on it. 

“Mmm yea I think you’re right.” Changbin stood up holding you up and then threw you on the bed. You crawled towards the middle and laid down on your belly, all of you panting, taking a moment to catch your breath. You sighed and licked your lips to speak. 

“Where’s my angel?” Felix scrambled to you quickly. I’m here I’m right here.” You smiled and hummed. 

“Good boy. Now angel. Do you still want to watch Channie take my virgin ass?” Chan just came but his dick instantly got hard hearing you ask Felix that. 

“Oh god yes please can I? Please?!” You closed your eyes smiling and nodded. You called for Chan, he came over and knelt by your legs rubbing your ass cheek. You looked back at Chan right into his eyes and they were black puddles of oil filled with lust.  

“Take my asshole Channie, Felix is dying to see you wreck me.” Chan’s mouth ran dry.  

“You sure baby girl?.” You nodded without hesitation. 

“I didn’t say anything because I was being punished, but Bin slipped the tip of his finger in my ass when you made me squirt.” Chan’s cock hung there hard and jumped hearing you say that. 

“Oh did he?” Chan narrowed his eyes at Changbin and he gave Chan a shit eating grin. 

“Well it’s my hole to fill now isn’t baby girl.” You nodded eager. 

“Yes Channie.” He hummed. 

“My hole to cum in?” You closed your eyes and nodded against the mattress. 

“Want you to stretch my asshole good, fill it with a big warm load.” Felix’s whole face was red his body buzzing with excitement.  

“You still wanna see Channie fuck my little virgin hole yea Lixie?” He nodded and squeezed his cock so hard it almost hurt.  

“GOD YES PLEASE!” He begged and you smiled  

“You heard him Channie. So please bend me over and fuck my ass?” Chan ran his hands over your body then lifted you up onto your hands and knees pushing your face down into the mattress, your ass sticking up in the air.  

“Can I take pictures?” Hyunjin asked suddenly and you nodded your head up and down again. Hyunjin dashed to grab his camera as Chan spread your ass cheeks and spit on your hole, watching you clench before tonguing and eating your asshole. You were moaning uncontrollably from the immense pleasure. Minho came to sit in front of you. He held his hard cock up for you.  

“While you got that pretty mouth open why don’t you suck on this.” You swallowed Minho’s cock as Chan ate your ass out. Felix was sweating, tugging his dick hard, trying not to blow already. Everyone else was kneeling, watching, jerking off again, patiently waiting until they got a turn with one of your holes. Chan reached over to his nightstand and grabbed lube. He applied a liberal amount to his fingers and then watched it drip down your ass. Chan was about to slide the first finger into your tight little hole when Jeongin let out a strangled moan about to cum.  

“Wait! Wait! Please!” Chan stopped and Jeongin knelt over your ass and came, his load dripping down your hole. Chan rubbed the spit, lube, and cum all around your hole gently before pushing one finger in slowly. Minho’s cock fell out of your mouth as you moaned and enjoyed this new sensation.  

“Good girl, nice and relaxed.” Minho slapped his cock against your lips reminding you what your mouth was supposed to be doing.  

“Mouth.” He said. You deep throated him and gagged and Chan could feel you clench around his finger.  

“Oh fuck baby girl I’m gonna cum in this cute little asshole so fast if you clench like that when I fuck you.” You hummed around Minho’s cock as Chan slid a second finger in your ass. You were about to moan, letting Minho’s dick fall out of your mouth again but before you could he held your head down and started thrusting up into your throat, you choked, drool and precum dripping down your chin and Minho’s cock and he fucked your throat raw.  

“I said to fucking keep that mouth busy baby!” Minho gripped your hair and pulled you off his cock, he started jacking off fast and hard right in front of your face.  

“I’m gonna paint this pretty face white baby, you wanna wear my cum on this cute little face don’t you?” Chan shoved a third finger in your ass and you couldn’t control the level of your voice.  

“YES FUCK CUM ON MY FACE YES!” You screamed. Minho stroked his cock faster until he twitched in his hand and started coating your face in stripes of his thick hot cum. He kept jerking off fast as more squirted across your lips and cheeks dripping down your chin. Chan was fingering your asshole open, spitting on it from time to time keeping you nice and wet.  

“I think you’re ready for my cock baby girl don’t you?” You nodded as Minho wiped his cum from your face with a rag.  

“Yes Channie! Show Felix how you take my ass! You watch angel and if you’re really good maybe I’ll let you eat Channie’s cum from my ass hmm?” Felix almost malfunctioned.  

“OH FUCK!” He was still jerking himself off resisting the urge to cum, wanting to see Chan’s cock squeeze into your tight asshole for the very first time, hear you scream his hyungs name while he ruins you. Chan motioned at Changbin.  

“Why don’t you get in front and stuff her mouth full so the neighbors don’t hear her screaming my name again, only so many excuses I can give.” Changbin laughed and took Minho’s place in front of you.  

“We both know how much you love choking on this big cock princess so suck me good while Channie wrecks that little hole mmkay?” You nodded fucked out and unsure how you were still going. Hyunjin came back with his camera just in time. Chan squirt lube all over his cock stroking it up and down and then squirt more on your asshole. He tossed the bottle and fisted his cock firmly. When he started to push the tip of his cock against your tight hole slowly sliding the tip in, the sensation was unreal.  

“CHANNIE!!” Hyunjin got close. Click click. Chan pushed in deeper and you immediately went to scream his name again. 

“CHANN-” Changbin quickly filled your mouth with his fat cock. Hyunjin went over to get pictures of you choking on his cock. Click Click. 

“Nhnh... Suck on that princess and let Chan get you stretched out good. You like his dick in your ass don’t you sweet thing.” You hummed in satisfaction loudly around Changbin’s dick and he moaned.  

“Fuck Chan more she’s gonna make me blow so fast.” Chan pushed in deeper still and you let out another strong moan as you deep throated Changbin. Chan spit on his cock and pushed it in deeper until his balls were pressed against your creamy cunt. You couldn’t help it, Changbin’s cock fell from your mouth.  

“God FUCK CHANNIE YES! Fill my ass FUCK!” You heard a choked moan come from Felix and looked over just in time to see him cum all over himself, his load streaking across his abs dripping down hand, his cock and balls as he squeezed every bit of cum out.  

“Bin make room for my sweet angel Felix he’s gone and made a mess of himself and I promised to clean him up.” Changbin smoothed your hair back and nodded, moving, giving Felix room to lay in front of you. You started to lick the cum from Felix’s abs and Chan slowly pulled out and pushed back into your ass again, slow but deep and you moaned against Felix’s abs.  

“Does it feel good?” Felix asked his cock twitching as you continued to clean him with your tongue. Chan pulled out and pushed back in a little faster this time snapping his hips against your ass. 

 “YES! FUck yes Lixie Channie’s cock feel’s so good in my ass.” Felix’s cock twitched more. Chan hummed and gripped your hips a little harder before pulling out and thrusting back in. You went ravenous and Hyunin was ready with his camera. You started slurping and licking, click click, you devoured every drop of Felix’s cum, click click, you wanted more and started sucking his cock hard. Click click click click.  

“Look at her fuck so sexy! Eat that cock while I stretch out this asshole baby girl.” Hyunjin got right down in your face with the camera as you choked on Felix. Click click. 

“Gotta make sure to get that pretty face, so when I jack off to these I can still cum on it.” Chan pulled out and spit into your gaping hole.” Hyunjin got close again, click click. Chan stuffed his cock back in whole. You screamed in pleasure and had to stop blowing Felix and resolved to sucking and licking his balls as you jerked him off hard, he loved when you squeezed his cock hard. You licked Felix’s balls and your tongue traveled lower. You started sucking on the soft skin just below his balls and he started coming again. On himself, on your face. Chan had set a good pace fucking into your ass and reached around to play with your dripping cunt.  

“She’s so fucking wet. Someone has got to fuck her cunt don’t let all that juice go to waste.” Chan wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up, his firm chest pressed against your back, his cock buried so deep in your ass. Hyunjin tossed his camera for a bit and crawled into place underneath. Chan laid you back down on top of him.  

“You want my cock in your sweet little cunt my goddess?” You nodded finding it difficult to form words anymore. Chan stopped thrusting into your ass long enough for Hyunjin to line his cock up with your slick pussy and push in. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you were filled more than you had ever been in your life. When Hyunjin’s cock was deep inside you Chan gave your asshole a hard thrust and you could feel his dick rub against Hyunjin’s inside you. A guttural moan game out of you. Chan went wild and started fucking your ass hard, pounding into you fast, relentless, while Hyunjin held you down on his cock and tried not to cum feeling you squeeze him tighter and tighter as Chan destroyed your asshole. One of Hyunjin’s hands came up and wrapped around your throat squeezing.  

“Fuck her ass harder Channie hyung I don’t think she’s had enough of your cock yet, have you pretty little thing?” You shook your head wildly. He let up off your throat enough to answer.  

“Yes! Harder! Channie fuck my ass harder!” Chan pushed himself up into a plank position and started ramming into you as fast and hard as he could, if Hyunjin wasn’t holding you down on his cock Chan’s thrusts would be sending you further and further up the bed, instead you were held in place while your asshole got wrecked and your cunt stuffed full of cock. Hyunjin started choking you with both hands and you started coming. Hyunjin let up off your throat a bit as your creamy pussy dripped down his dick then grabbed your throat tight again, squeezing just enough to make you a little light headed. When your eyes rolled back Hyunjin let go and came hard inside you, Chan stopped moving so Hyunjin could pump all of his cum into you.  

“That sweet little cunt is gonna be so full of cum by the end of tonight pretty. He pulled you down and kissed you with those pillowly lips and Chan pulled out, your ass feeling so empty you whined into Hyunjin’s kiss.  

“Oh now don’t be that way baby girl” Chan laid back on the bed and patted his thighs.  

“Climb on.” You slowly got up and crawled onto Chan’s lap, you straddled his strong thighs. He lined his cock up with your asshole pushing the tip in again and making you sit on it taking it all. You were full again and you were surprised how much you loved the feeling of a Chan’s cock so deep in your ass. Chan spanked your ass cheek and you clenched.  

“Go on baby girl, stuff your ass with my cock if you want it so bad. Told you you’d love it. You do don’t you baby girl?” You nodded as you held onto Chan’s broad shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his dick, his hands spread your ass apart so you could take it all easier.  

“Fuck such a good girl yes fucking ride it!” You continued stuffing Chan’s cock up your ass and Jisung came over standing in front of your face. You looked up at him as you still bounced on Chan’s cock.  

“What do you want Sungie? Hmm? Wanna fuck my face don’t you baby?” He smiled and shook his head. 

“Well go on then, choke me with that pretty cock of yours.” Jisung held onto your head and pushed his cock into your mouth deep, immedietly fucking your throat. Your drool and spit running down your chin and tits as the squelching from his cock abusing the back of your throat got louder. Chan rubbed your drool all over your nipples, pinching them hard as you continued to grind his cock deeper into your ass. Jisung pushed your head down until your nose was buried in his pubic muscle, his cock twitched and flooded your mouth with warm salty cum. He whimpered as you swallowed while he still came. When he let go of your head you popped off breathless a string of drool and cum trailing from his cock to your mouth. Jisung tilted your head up and kissed you tasting the remnants of his cum still on your tongue. Changbin came over stroking his huge cock. He pet you and pushed sweaty hair out of your face.  

“Think you can take me and Chan princess? Your eyes got wide as you watched Changbin slowly stroke his thick dick in front of your face. “I... I’ll try to Binnie.” Changbin and Chan both cooed at you. Changbin leaned down and kissed you.  

“I know you will princess. Why don’t you spin around and get on Chan reverse cowgirl hmm?” You leaned forward and let Chan’s cock slide out of your ass and slap against his ridiculously toned abs. You turned straddling his legs the other way and Chan held his dick up as you sat down on it again and leaned back, bracing yourself on Chan’s firm torso. Hyunjin quickly grabbed his camera again snapping a few as Changbin knelt in front of you between Chan’s legs and started to push his thick cock into your wet swollen cunt, Hyunjin’s cum leaking from you, making it easier for you to take him. Click click. Chan rubbed your back and sides bracing your hips and Changbin held your waist as he pushed fully inside you. Changbin pulled out and pushed back into your swollen pussy harder and you screamed again. 

“YES! CHANGBIN FUCK! SO FUCKING BIG BINNIE!” He leaned forward fisted your hair hard and pulled you forward, bringing your faces closer, pushing you further down on both of their cocks. 

“We’ve been gagging you all night princess. Now... I want to hear you scream.” Chan held your hips down tight. Changbin spit on his cock and started thrusting fast and hard. You had to keep your hands busy. You pulled your hair, your nipples, you slapped your clit anything as you completely lost your mind on both of their cocks. 

“FUCKFUCKFUCK YESYESYES CHANNIE BINNIE FILL ME FUCKFUCK!” Changbin smiled pleased. 

“That’s it princess let them know who’s fucking you good scream it louder baby!” He fucked you harder. 

“CHANNIE... BIN... FUCK ME... FUCK ME SO GOOD!” You slapped your clit again as Changbin’s huge cock stretched you, hitting your g spot hard and you started to squirt again. You leaned back bracing yourself on Chan again as you sprayed your cum all over Changbin. 

“OOOHHHHFUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!” Changbin didn’t slow down he kept going chasing his next high. 

“FUCKING GORGEOUS GODDESS! CUM ALL OVER ME! MAKE ME BLOW BABY MAKE ME FUCKING BLOW!” Changbin started rubbing your clit hard as he fucked your juices out of you and then came deep in your cunt. He buried his huge cock balls deep into you as you felt him twitch and fill you up. 

“Good girl... good girl... take that cum baby, hold onto it cause Chan is gonna fill that asshole and then you’re gonna bend over and squeeze that cum out princess.” You nodded. Changbin pulled out and you clenched trying to hold his cum. You squeezed Chan’s cock and he let out a choked moan. He pushed you forward face down on the bed, braced himself on your hips smashing your body flat into the mattress and started to rail you in the ass hard. 

“YOU LOVE IT DON’T YOU BABY GIRL! SCREAM IT! TELL ME!” Chan smacked your ass cheek and pumped into you unforgivingly. 

“LOVE... IT... CHANNIE... LOVE...Y-YOUR... COCK...” 

“Where do you love it baby girl speak up!” He spanked you harder and you screamed. 

“MY ASS FUCK MY ASS I LOVE CHANNIE’S COCK STUFFING MY ASSHOLE SO FULL! NEED HIS CUM INSIDE!” You came and your asshole squeezed Chan’s cock so hard he couldn’t stop and started to cum. 

“FUCK BABY GIRL GOD SO FUCKING TIGHT! I’M COMING!” Chan thrusted deep into you as you took his warm cum, filling your ass for the first time ever. He pulled out and you laid there sweaty, covered in cum, yours, theirs. You laid there with your legs spread utterly fucked out of your mind. Click click click. 

“Lift your ass up, let me see that cum dripping from your holes.” Hyunjin told you but you couldn’t move, you needed a minute to take a breath or ten. Chan grabbed your hips and pulled you up on your knees, your chest and face still buried in the mattress, your swollen, wrecked, ass and cunt on display. 

“There you go.” Chan spread your ass and pussy lips. 

“Squeeze baby girl.” You did as you were told and cum started oozing from both your holes.” Click click click click click. Something clicked for Hyunjin other than his camera, it went to the way side again. His cock was so hard it hurt. He stood over your perched up ass on the bed and pushed Chan’s cum back into your asshole with his cock. All you could do was lay there face down ass up and moan into the mattress. 

“My goddess loves being fucked like a whore, don’t you baby?” You nodded against the bed and Hyunjin started fucking your ass fast, pushing in deep, shoving your face into the mattress more each time. 

“Fuck FUCK! I’m gonna come baby gonna fill that tight ass with more cum... would you like that hmm?” You eagerly nodded. 

“Spread that ass for me then gorgeous.” You reached back and grabbed both ass cheeks spreading them making it easier for Hyunjin to go deeper.  

“Here I cum baby...” Hyunjin’s hips jerked and he started to cum deep in your ass. He pulled out and stroked his cock as more cum shot into your gaping ass hole that you held open for him.  

“That’s it FUCKFUCK!” He squeezed his cock hard getting every last drop of his load in your ass and then stuffed his cock in again, there was a wet squelch of cum and then Hyunjin pulled out. You fell flat on the mattress again. Surly they were done. Surly there was no cum left in any of these eight men. You managed to open your eyes and what you saw was eight beautiful men standing around you stroking their hard cocks. Minho walked over to your sweaty, sticky, limp body and lifted your head by your hair. 

“You can take one more from all of us yea?” You tried to form words. 

“Y-y-ye-ye...s” Minho pulled your hair a little tighter and shook your head for you then let go and you let your face fall against the mattress again. Someone grabbed your ankles and someone else your arms and flipped you over on to your back. Your legs were spread and someone was between them. You looked down and saw Jeongin lining up with your tender cunt. 

“I can fuck you noona?” He still asked, cute. You nodded and looked up to see Seungmin kneeling over you. He leaned down over your chest grabbing your tits and spitting on them smearing it before he pushed your breasts together around his cock started fucking your tits as hard. Jeongin pushed into you and started to fuck your pussy hard flat out, like you liked, he knew. You laid there and let them use your exhausted body and it honestly felt so fucking good that you really didn’t care anymore if someone thought that it made you a slut. Their grunting and moaning got louder as both their orgasms crept up on them.  

“Paint her with me Innie.” Your laid there as both used your hole and tits to chase their orgasms. You heard Jeongin choke out a moan, he pulled out and jerked his cock over you spraying his warm cum all over your pussy and tummy, thick ropes of cum shooting out and pooling in your belly button his biggest load of the night. Seungmin leaned into you more and fucked your tits faster until his cum shot across your tummy. He grabbed his cock and kept stroking, stripes of cum coating your tits and chest pooling in the dip in your neck warm and soothing, he slapped his cock against your face and twitched from overstimulation.  

The other six were all kneeling around you jerking off, all you heard was wet fapping, panting, and the sexiest moans ever as these six men looked at your naked fucked out body and tugged their cocks to cum on you. Hyunjin crawled over and stroked his cock coming on your tits as you moaned at the feeling of being covered in more hot cum. Changbin was next hovering over you pulling on his huge cock he moaned aiming for your face, streaks of cum landing on your lips and cheeks, across your nose and eyes, you moaned again and started lazily licking at your face. He smeared his cum all over it as Minho came over next and aimed at your face too, just in time for his huge load to shoot across your lips making sure he painted your face entirely with his cum. You started scooping it off your face and pushing it into your mouth sucking on all four of your fingers and enjoying their mingled tastes. Jisung got between your legs and started to rub his cock through your pussy lips and came all over your cunt, shooting across your belly more and dripping dowon your ass. Chan came crawling over in between your legs next focusing on stroking the head of his cock hard and tugging his balls before pressing the tip into your cunt. He started coming jacking off into your hole and then shoved his cock in deep pushing his load into your tight cunt. He pulled out still stroking himself, finishing across your swollen cunt, his giant load dripping off and out of your pussy. All of the guys sat back and looked at you fucked out covered in sweat and so much cum. Felix was the only one that still hadn’t cum on you. You looked over at him sweetly completely covered in cum. “Does my Angel want a special treat?” He nodded up and down with hopeful eyes.  

“Channie hold my legs back please.” Chan crawled over and grabbed the back of your knees and pulled your legs back far, your asshole now in front of Felix as he jerked off.  

“Go on Lixie fuck my ass and cum for me sweet angel.” Felix scrambled over and quickly pushed his cock into your ass.  

“Good boy now fuck it good and fill it for me Lixie” You weren’t sure what came over Felix but he went absolutely wild and started fucking your asshole deep and hard, Chan pushing your legs back further for him.  

“There you go Lix fucking wreck that asshole let her know you were there.” Chan coached Felix on. When Felix’s orgasm was approaching Chan held your legs back further to keep your asshole gaping while Felix pulled out stroking his cock and squirt the last load into your wide open asshole. He squeezed and jerked and squirt the rest of his cum on your cunt and watched it drip down. When Felix rubbed the last drop of his cum out he stuffed his cock inside your ass and fucked his cum in deeper. Felix pulled out and Chan let go of your legs. You fell flat on the bed again surrounded by eight beautiful, fucked out, breathless men. You had cum on your face, your tits, leaking from your cunt, your ass, the taste of their mingled seed lingering in your mouth and you had never been so satisfied in your entire life. Click click click click click click click. You all laid there in silence coming back to earth for a minute then Minho took a deep breath and let it out. 

“So twister next game night?” 

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[06:30 am] the soft rays of the sun gently hit your face, causing you to stir as you wake up from your sleep. You smile to yourself as soon as you feel a familiar pair of arms hug your waist tighter, pulling you in until your flush against his chest.

"Good morning," you hear Chan say, his voice still laced with slumber. You chuckle, turning around to face him. "Good morning," you greet with a smile, your hand moving to cup his face, thumbing at his still-closed eyelids. Chan smiles at that, leaning further into your touch as his eyes flutter open. "Merry Christmas, my love." Chan says as he moves to place a kiss on your nose. You giggle, moving to place a kiss on his nose as well. "Merry Christmas." You greet back, threading your fingers over his hair.

Chan hums at the feeling, a satisfied grin drawn on his lips. "I have a present for you," he says, voice gentle as ever. "It's waiting for you downstairs, under the tree." He continues, his fingers smoothing through the skin of your back. You sigh at the feeling, scooting closer to your lover. "Yours is downstairs too, I hope you like it." Chan softly laughs before he gives you a mischievous grin before asking, "what do you mean? My present is right here, waiting to get unwrapped." He says as he trails his warm hand under your sleep shirt. You scoff at his cheeky remark, slapping his arm playfully.

"Chan Christopher Bang, what you do think your doing?" You say with a chuckle as he hovers on top of you. "Checking out my present, of course." He says, his fingers playing with the elastic of your shorts. "Can't you wait till later?" You say, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. You hum in satisfaction once you feel his lips against yours, molding into a slow and passionate kiss.

"I don't think I can wait any longer," he says against your lips, his voice merely a whisper. You almost shiver when you feel his fingers trace the skin under your shirt, his hand dangerously close to your breasts. You feel his smile against the skin of your neck before placing feather-like kisses, the sensation sending tingles down your spine.

"I just can't wait to see what's inside."

"Go harder for round two?"

Content info: YN and Chan have just fucked, but why not go harder for round two?

Word count: 1K

Warnings: dirty talk, the sex is a bit on the rougher side maybe idk

You lie there, on your stomach, basking in post-coital bliss. Chan and you have just had a very enjoyable tumble in the sheets; a playful little tussle during laundry folding turned less playful and more heated, and now here you are, naked, the late spring afternoon sun falling through the window, tickling your bare back.

Chan returns from discarding the condom and slips under the covers next to you. Immediately, his lips find your shoulder blades as he presses soft kisses to your skin. You giggle into the pillow, enjoying his gentle ministrations.

He continues to kiss you, his hand tenderly stroking your side, his touch light as a feather against your sensitive skin. You could doze off, and you almost do, because the rhythm of his strokes is so calming, and you have just had an orgasm, and the sun is so nice and warm…

Chan lets his hand slide across your arse and between your legs. You open your eyes in surprise as you feel him slide two fingers into your still-wet pussy. “Channie?” you ask, because you hadn’t expected this. The mood was sleepy, comfy, relaxed just a minute ago, and now, you wonder why you thought that – clearly, your cunt wants more, it delights in the way Chan is slowly fingering you.

He shifts his weight, and he is above you, his front pressed against your back, and now you feel it – he is hard. Very much so. You moan involuntarily, and he bites your neck. “I was thinking,” he rasps, his voice rough with want, “I feel like for round two, we can go a bit harder.”

“Go harder for round two?” you breathe, because that sounds overwhelming and incredible at the same time.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he says as he grabs your hips and lifts them so he can push a pillow under them. “You just have to lie there and take it like a good girl.” He spreads your legs a bit wider, showing you exactly what he means – he’ll do all the work. “How does that sound?”

You glance back at him and smile. “Why are you not inside me already?”

His eyes darken, and an evil little smile curls up the corners of his mouth. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know my little slut was even more eager to be filled than I was to fuck her.”

You begin to say, “Well, clearly, you were wrong about that,” but you cannot finish because with one swift, hard stroke, he is inside you, and the smallest delicious soreness of having just been thoroughly fucked and doing it again so soon takes over your senses. Chan does not wait – you don’t need time for adjusting, you are wet and eager to be taken. And so he does – he pounds you like that’s all you’re good for, and you just lie there, feeling his thick length filling you over and over again, stretching you. Your eyes are screwed shut, your hands curled into the sheets; the angle is so good, the cushion helps him hit your sweet spot with almost every thrust. His hot breath and his grunts against your neck do the rest: Being silent is out of the question – it is the middle of the day, but you can’t help but moan, pant, scream, beg for him to move, to give you more, to fuck you harder. It’s too fucking good, you’re almost sobbing with this assault of pleasure, the way every fibre of your being is focused on your pussy being railed by Chan’s hard cock.

He then shifts his weight onto his one arm, freeing his one hand to put over your mouth. He doesn’t stop fucking you, though. “Shhh, baby,” he growls into your ear. “You’re being so loud, we’ll get kicked out of the building. Everyone can hear you, baby girl, everyone knows I’m fucking you so well. You like that, hm? You like giving me all the control, letting me use your tight little cunt for my pleasure. You like making me feel good, being my little slut. You’re so hot, baby. Come to think of it… I do want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good.” And he takes his hand off your mouth, and he redoubles his efforts, his thrusts become incredibly harder, making the bed squeak. You almost howl at the pleasurable assault and bury your head in the pillow, dead set on keeping quiet. Then –

“Oh no, you won’t.”

Chan is not having it, though; you feel yourself being pulled up onto your knees, your back against his front. He is still thrusting forcefully, but now his hands find your breast and clit, stimulating you even further, making your moans more keening and breathier. “If I want you to come on my cock screaming, you will,” he growls, biting your shoulder and pushing into you relentlessly.

You know it’ll soon be over for you, this is too much, and it only takes a few more well-placed rubs against your clit and you’re coming with a moan that is positively pornographic. Behind you, you can feel Chan shaking with the effort, but he’s a lost cause, too, coming as soon as he can feel you spasm around him. Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a messy, wet kiss that swallows most of his groans.

When you both still, he gently pulls out and lays you back down on the bed, once again discarding a used condom before pulling you against his chest. Slowly, both of you catch your breath. He softly kisses your temple. “Was that okay?”

You glance up at him – his dark curls are a sweaty mess, his pupils are dilated, his cheeks are flushed. He looks young and vulnerable and sexy like that, and you’ve never found him more attractive. “Very okay,” you say, kissing his collarbone, clearly underselling the exquisite sex you've just had. “But do I get to nap now?”

Chan chuckles. “You do, baby girl,” he allows, kissing your nose before settling with you under the covers, snuggling closer and closing his eyes.

The Club

Bang Chan x Thick female reader

Word count: 6.3K

Synopsis: Friends to lovers such a cute trope... in theory. You go to the club with your two best friends and the clueless man you love, your roommate Chan. Will you be able to stand watching him hook up with yet another flawless girl that you could never compare to or are you finally at the end of your rope.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I don't know where this came from I just knew I wanted to do another thick reader fic. I honestly pulled it from my ass which I guess is what all writing is really. ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy and if you do please reblog, comment, like, send an ask whatever I love to hear from you guys. As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: Body image issues, cussing/strong language, unprotected piv intercourse (please use protection), cream pie, crying after sex. I think that's all, this one is fairly tame. If I missed something please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap!

Your best friend and roommate Chan knocked on your bedroom door and then walked into your room a second after, a typical move on his part.  

“Come right in why don’t ya.” You scoffed. Chan flashed his megawatt smile that you failed to see since you were laying on your bed face down after having the worst week of your life. He picked up one of your throw pillows and flung it at your head. 

“Hey wake up! Minho and Jisung called, we’re going to the club tonight so get ready!” You rolled over looking at the ceiling and pushed the pillow Chan threw on the floor instead of flinging it back towards him, he frowned a little. 

“Pass. You guys go without me.” The last thing you wanted to do was go and watch your three pretty best friends get hit on while you sat at a booth drowning your loneliness in whatever you felt like shooting back. It always happened and of course it did. They were three attractive men that could dance, they were articulate and kind as well. So they had their pick of the women whenever you all went out to the clubs. The club experience was not the same for you.  

You were bigger than most if not all the other girls at the club and your dancing was mediocre at best. Most of the time you would dance for a bit with the guys and eventually, one by one, they would break off with whatever girl rubbed against them. Then you would make your way to a booth and be there for the remainder of the night. No one ever approached you except your friends who would regularly check up on you, sit for a bit, maybe order a drink, then back out on the dance floor. You were sure it was a great time for them and usually it didn’t bother you that much but after your day, your week, you didn’t have the energy. Chan was persistent and wasn’t having it though. 

“What?! No no way we’re not going without you, we all always go together.” He grabbed you by your hands and you wished it didn’t make your heart race. Chan pulled you until you were sitting up. 

“So get. Dressed.” You rolled your eyes and pulled your hands away. 

“I said no Chan.” He rolled his eyes right back. 

“Give me one good reason why?” He crossed his arms in front of him and you let out a huff of frustrated air. A good reason why? Because you’d had a horrible week and you didn’t want to watch Chan rubbing against and kissing another perfect girl that he would bring home and you would ultimately have to listen to the soft moans and panting of a stunning girl you could only ever wish to be. You couldn’t say that to him though, so you sat there quietly. 

“See you don’t have one. Minho and Jisung will be here in forty-five. Get. Ready!” He spun around and left your room before you could argue more. So this would be your night, again. You just hoped your stupid heart could take it. Sure, being in love with your best friend and roommate is such a cute cliché trope until you’re living it, then its agony. You got up and started getting ready and by ready, you changed out of your work clothes into street clothes. You didn’t try, you just didn’t feel like faking it. So a basic pair of jeans, a tshirt, some converse, and your hair up in a ponytail was your attire for the evening. 

Chan thought he was going to have to drag you from your room by force but when Minho and Jisung showed up you walked out dressed and ready. Naturally since Minho and Jisung were your two only other friends they knew you had feelings for Chan. Not because you ever told them, nor would you admit it when Minho would allude to it. Minho just wasn’t an idiot and had eyes and Jisung... well Minho told him everything. Jisung was skeptical still. As soon as you walked out Minho knew something was off. You weren’t your normal glow-y self. He made fun of you constantly calling you concentrated sunshine because you just had this glow about you that made others around you smile and even though he teased you for it he found it endearing and a wonderful quality to have in a friend but that night he didn’t see it. He walked up to you. 

“You feeling okay?” You nodded. 

“Yea sure like a million dollars.” You deadpanned and went to walk past him to follow Jisung and Chan out the door but he stopped you. 

“Hey...” You looked at him and your eyes just looked empty. 

“You sure you should be going out?” You took a deep breath and tried to get a grip. 

“I’m okay Min really, let's just go please?” He was concerned but he wasn’t going to push you, not tonight at least. He grabbed your hand and you both headed out the door with your friends. 

Once you all arrived at the club the guys migrated towards the dance floor like you all always did, dance, then drink. You broke off and made your way over to the bar quietly. When Minho turned to make sure you were still right behind him, he didn’t see you anywhere. Chan already had a gorgeous girl in a silver sling of a club dress shaking her ass and backing it up on him and Jisung was just dancing with the mass of people. Minho couldn’t just dance and have carefree fun knowing you weren’t, he walked over to Chan and his ‘dance partner’. 

“Hey, did you see where y/n went off to? She was right behind me then gone.” Minho yelled over the music. 

“Probably getting a drink she’s been in a mood today I don’t know why.” Minho watched the girl grind her ass against Chan’s crotch and Chan’s hand slid across her backside as he moved his hips with her. Minho rolled his eyes, of course he didn’t know why. 

“You're my best friend but you’re an idiot sometimes...” Minho mumbled. 

“Huh?” Chan couldn’t hear him over the music, Minho raised his voice over it again. 

“I said I’m gonna check by the bar.” Chan nodded and waved at Minho as he made his way towards the bar rail. You had initially been at the bar but as soon as you had a drink you made your way over to one of the tables you would sit at usually. When Minho didn’t find you at the bar he knew he’d find you there. He slid in next to you at the booth you’d chosen for the night. You downed the rest of your glass and he looked at you. 

“How many is that?” You looked at him blankly. 

“Does it matter?” He arched one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at you and narrowed his eyes. You sighed. 

“It’s only my first calm down officer.” Minho nodded. 

“Come, dance with me.” 

“Pass.” Minho grabbed you by the hand and pulled you. 

“I don’t think that was a request. Dancing, now.” You got up because at least you could get another drink in the process. Minho guided you towards the dance floor and started moving his body to the beat, you bobbed back and forth half-heartedly. By the second song Minho had gotten you to lighten up a bit, it helped that Jisung had joined you both and you had your friends near you. Well not all of them. You had been watching your feet or looking at Minho so you could read his lips when he spoke to you. Then you scanned the mass of people dancing and your eyes landed right on Chan and the silver dress girl making out and dancing, Chan’s hand gripping her ass as she giggled and he kissed her neck, their sweaty body’s moving in tandem with each other. Your face fell as your heart shattered into a million pieces. Minho could see it happening in your eyes. He scanned your line of sight and saw Chan and the girl. Before Minho could say anything, you excused yourself. 

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You pried your way through the people on the dance floor trying to get out of there and into the fresh air, you needed air. Jisung was confused when you dashed off and Minho just raised his hand as he followed you. 

“Just... stay here I’ve got her.” Minho cut through the crowd right behind you. You burst out the club door and into the cool night, taking gasps of air trying to will any and everything in your stomach to stay put. Minho popped out a second later and almost bumped right into you. 

“Hey, look... you know... about Ch-” You cut Minho off. 

“It was just hot I needed some air.” Minho rolled his eyes at you. 

“y/n I know-” You cut him off more forcefully, tears slightly collecting in the corners of your eyes. 

“I was hot Minho!” He stopped, pushing you would do no good and he didn’t want to upset you more than you already were. You sniffled a bit and pushed the tears back down. 

“I’ll be back inside in a minute.” He looked at you unable to hide the concern on his face. 

“Promise.” You said. He accepted that and headed back inside. You got yourself together outside and made your way back into the club a few minutes after Minho. You walked up to the bar, you promised Minho you’d come back inside, you didn’t say you wouldn’t drink. You were done dancing for the night you were ready to drink and forget. Forget the image of Chan and some gorgeous girl dry humping on the dance floor that was burned into your mind. You got your drink, several in fact, and made your way to your table again. Your drink of choice? Instant amnesia, tequila shots. Shortly after shot number six? Seven? Who cared. Shortly after you knocked back yet another shot Minho, Jisung, and Chan all crowded the table, the beautiful girl in the silver dress glued to Chan’s side. Minho snatched the empty shot glass out of your hand frustrated. 

“Did you drink all these?” He motioned at the slew of empty shot glasses in front of you. You just nodded and Minho sighed and looked over at Jisung who looked concerned but unsure how to help. The girl whispered something in Chan’s ear and he nodded laughing making Minho look over at him. Chan raised his eyebrows. 

“What?” Minho shook his head and motioned towards you. 

“Do you maybe wanna try and help me here?” Chan held up one finger to the girl. He slid into the booth seat next to you and she sat on the edge right by him. 

“What’s up?” He nudged you and you shook your head. 

“Why is everyone acting like this isn’t what we do every time we’re at the club? I drink and you guys...” You lifted your head enough to look over at the girl next to Chan. 

“do you. Just leave me alone.” Chan didn’t get why you were acting like this. So you had a bad week at work, you didn’t usually take that out on them and you definitely were never so short with them. 

“What’s your problem tonight?” You narrowed your eyes at him and then dropped your head back down. 

“Just leave me alone, I’m always alone anyway just...” Chan got a look on his face like the lightbulb just went off. So that was it you were upset no guys were approaching you. When Minho saw that look on Chan’s face he was almost certain it was the wrong lightbulb going off and braced for grade A Chan foot in mouth material.  

“Well of course, you’re dressed as frumpy as your attitude.” You looked at him with your jaw dropped as tears instantly pricked your eyes. Minho literally face palmed and even Jisung thought that was way harsh to say. Chan realized it was too far the moment it left his mouth. 

“Move and let me out.” You said quietly but sternly. The girl stood while Chan put his hands up and didn’t budge. 

“Wait...” You looked him right in the endless pools of brown you usually adored as your tears threatened to fall. It wasn’t even just that he’d said it but to say it in front of that beautiful girl, it tore your guts out. 

“Bang Christopher Chan move, or I will scream.” You took a deep breath preparing to scream as loud as you could, a tear slipping down your cheek and he quickly got up. You pulled yourself out of the booth and walked away without a word as they all watched. 

“Wow Chan of all the bone head things to say... I didn’t think you could say something so heartless, especially to y/n.” Before Chan could say anything Minho took off after you. You were drunk and crying against a brick wall when he found you. He promised not to ask or say anything, he just wanted to make sure you got home safe. He put his arm around you and walked you back to your apartment. Back in the club Jisung and Chan stood there in shock for a second. Neither of them had ever seen you like that before, then Jisung turned to Chan and gave him an angry look. 

“I know I know I feel like shit I’ll go apologize to her.” Chan turned to the girl that had been his dance partner and then some for the night. 

“Uhh sorry I’ve... I’ve gotta fix this, she’s my best friend.” She looked irritated but nodded and left for the dance floor again. Jisung suggested taking the long way back to your place to give you a little time to cool down and Chan decided that was probably a good idea. By the time you and Minho got to your place you had stopped crying. He led you to your room where he helped you take off your shoes and get into bed, you threw the cover back and peeled off your jeans leaving you in your panties before laying back. Minho’s face turned a little red and he looked away until you were covered again. He grabbed you a bottle of water and dragged your trash can by your bed in case you had to vomit. He went to leave your room and let you get some sleep but your voice came out tiny and shaky and it stopped him. 

“He doesn’t love me.” Minho turned. 

“Who?” He asked although he knew. 

“Chan.” It was the first time you’d ever admitted out loud to him that you were in love with Chan. Minho knew Chan was oblivious to it and he knew Chan loved you; they all did, but he really didn’t know if Chan was in love with you. 

“I don’t know, try not to think about it right now, okay? Get some rest.” You curled up and turned towards Minho. 

“Min?” He hummed smiling softly at you, he hated seeing that spark in your eye smothered by your tears. 

“Nothing.” He nodded. 

“Good night y/n. Sleep well.” He pulled your bedroom door closed and locked up on his way out. On Minho’s way home he ran into Jisung and Chan who had taken the long way so were walking from the opposite direction. Chan jogged up to him quickly. 

“Did you find her? Is she okay?” Minho nodded. 

“Yea I found her. She’s home, she’s in bed now.” Chan sighed in relief.  

“Thanks Min. I’ll make it right.” Minho nodded 

“I sure hope so.” Then Minho and Jisung headed towards their own apartment. When Chan got home he made sure to quietly unlock the front door. When he turned to go down the hall towards your rooms there you were in your tshirt and panties braced against the wall trying to get to the bathroom to brush the taste of tequila out of your mouth. If you weren’t still drunk you would have been mortified to be standing in front of Chan in your panties. 

“Oh hey, Minho said you were asleep already.” You shrugged. 

“Sorry to disappoint you but I’ll be sure to put earbuds in so you and your slumber party pal can be as loud as you want.” Chan’s brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Slumber party pal?” You pushed your fingers into your eyes and fought the migraine that was starting to form. You tried to walk into the bathroom and he stopped you. 

“Wait. What are you talking about? Do you mean the girl from the club?” What did that have to do with it. Chan was confused. 

“Yes the girl who’s attitude and certainly her dress were far from frumpy.” You could feel tears starting to form in your eyes again. You’d hoped you’d cried all you had in you. Chan felt the slap to the face your words were meant to carry. 

“y/n I shouldn’t have...” You cut him off angry. 

“You think I don’t know what you mean when you say that?!” Chan shook his head he didn’t understand, what he meant? 

“That I’m fat! I’m fat and not pretty! I’m fat and why would anyone approach someone like me! That I wasn’t her! You don’t think I know it already?! I see the way you look at her and I see the way you look at me and I know!” You looked down crying and realized you were standing there like a fool with no pants on. You ran to your room and slammed the door grabbing sweats and pulling them on before crawling into your bed hopeful that it would swallow you and take you away. Your head was pounding and you felt like you wanted to throw up, you just wanted to disappear.  

Chan stood there absolutely stunned. Why did you feel like you needed to compare yourself to that other girl? The alcohol was skewing your perspective, it had to be. You didn’t really think he meant that did you? You didn’t really think that about yourself, right? Sure the girl he was dancing with was beautiful but he thought you were beautiful too, you knew that, you knew he thought you were pretty. He thought it all the time when he watched you cooking dinner in the kitchen or when you both were curled up watching a documentary on sea cucumbers, he thought you were the prettiest when you laughed, which you did often... usually, not so much lately. You had to know because he thought it all the time... he thought.  

Thinking and saying are two totally different things. He tried to remember a time he’d told you that you looked pretty or that he thought you were beautiful and he couldn’t think of one, he couldn’t think of not one time he’d actually said out loud that he thought you were pretty. Underneath he knew a lot of other feelings came up with that statement, feelings he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with, feelings that may scare you, feelings that might make you uncomfortable. You lived together, things could get messy saying things like that, so he’d thought it all the time but looking back he’d never really said it. Then he said that. God he was an idiot.  

He walked up to your door and could hear you sniffling on the other side. He knocked and then walked in like he always did. When he did you turned your back to him. Your voice was small again, choked. 

“Go away.” Chan shook his head and took another step in. 

“No. I need to say something.” You buried your head deeper into your pillow. 

“Go awa-” 

“I think you’re beautiful.” You closed your eyes tightly, tears soaking your pillow. 

“Stop...” 

“I think you’re so beautiful and your body is...” You sat up and faced him. He had to stop. 

“Shut up! Chan just shut. Up!” 

“And your body is perf-” You got up and stormed towards him. You started beating on his chest with your fists and he held your arms stopping you, your eyes closed tight crying even harder, screaming at him. 

“Shut up! Shut up! Don’t lie to me! Don’t you ever fucking lie to me! I hate you! I hate you for doing this to me! I hate you for making me love you!” You collapsed to the floor in front of him, curled up sobbing and whimpering at his feet.  

“Liar... I hate you...” You choked out quietly and Chan stood there frozen by your confession. He looked down and saw you, then laid down on the floor beside you. He didn’t try to make you talk or hold you, he just curled up and laid there with you so you weren’t alone. He’d never leave you alone, you were his best friend and so much more. It wasn’t long before all the night’s events caught up and you both fell asleep next to each other on the floor.  

The next morning you woke up stiff and sore, your head was pounding not only from the alcohol but also the endless crying you’d done the night before. You winced as you opened your eyes and then realized the warmth behind you and an arm draped over you. You turned your head a little to look and saw Chan laying by you on the floor, his arm around you. You quickly scrambled away, waking him up in the process. You sat on the floor by your bed your knees pulled up to your chest. Your chest that felt so heavy, heavy filled with the memories and the pain from last night. Chan sat up and tried to see you through his sleep swollen eyes. 

“Uh hey... um, good morning...” He said in his deep groggy voice. You bowed your head. 

“Morning.” You replied quietly. Chan sat there and stared at you for a second until you started to squirm. He wasn’t sure what all you remembered from the night before. He finally snapped out of it and struggled standing up, stiff from sleeping on the hard floor. 

“I uh... will let you wash up then.” You nodded and he turned and left your room. You grabbed a fresh tshirt and pair of sweats and hurried to the bathroom. You took the longest shower of your life, brushed your teeth and felt a little better. Not great but you could open your eyes all the way at least. As you were coming out of the bathroom Chan was walking into the hall from the living room and you almost bumped into each other. 

“Oh, sorry.” He said as his hands gently held your arms to stop you from stumbling. You quickly pulled away. 

“It’s fine.” You practically ran for your room and shut the door. Chan knew for sure that you remembered at least part of the night before. He ran his fingers through his messy curls frustrated with himself and went into the bathroom to shower as well. When he was done he threw on some shorts and as he pulled his tshirt over his head you tapped at his door. 

“Yea?” You cracked it just a little and kept your eyes glued to the floor. 

“Um, I... can I talk to you?” Chan nodded. 

“Yea of course come-” 

“In the living room whenever you're done.” You quickly added. He frowned a little but shook his head. 

“Yea I’ll be right out.” You gave him a single nod and closed the door. It wasn’t long before Chan walked out into the living room. You were sitting on one end of the couch just kind of zoned out until he walked in. He walked over and sat on the other end of the couch turned towards you. When you finally willed yourself to look at him you couldn’t help the small frown that shifted onto your face when you saw him sitting there with his wet curls and hopeful eyes. Chan’s heart squeezed in his chest seeing your frown. 

“I think I should move out.” Like a bucket of ice water was thrown on Chan, that was his expression. 

“WHAT? WHY!?” You scoffed at his reaction and his question. 

“Seriously Chan? You know why. I was drunk but I remember everything. I just... need some... space, some time away...” You watched your hands as you picked at your cuticles. 

“From me?” Chan said pained. You looked up at him with tears rimming your eyes and nodded. It was like the wind had been knocked out of him and he was hit with a realization that he’d taken so much for granted, a realization that he was losing you. You stood up to head back to your room and Chan gently grabbed your wrist stopping you. 

“Last night, when I told you you’r-” You shook your head. 

“No, stop. I’m going to pack a bag and stay with Minho and Jisung for now. As soon as I have arrangements made I’ll let you know and be back for my things, I’ll try to be quick.” Tears were streaking Chan’s face now as well as your own. You pulled your wrist free and did just as you said you were, you went to your room and packed clothes and toiletries to take with you to Minho and Jisung’s. On your way out you crossed through the living room and Chan was sitting in the same spot, still with tears running down his cheeks. You walked over and when you knelt in front of him he looked over at you, his eyes glassy with tears. You pushed his damp curls back, and he sniffled, you softly kissed his cheek and then stood and left. Chan broke down crying when he heard the door click closed behind you. 

When you got to Jisung and Minho’s place the first thing you did was fall into Jisung’s embrace and cry uncontrollably. You had been strong through the whole thing and now you didn’t have to be so you cried. Jisung sat on the couch with you and let you while Minho made some tea for you all. After a good cry and some tea you got unpacked in the guest room. You all were settled in the living room watching tv after dinner when there was a knock at the door. Minho and Jisung, one on each side of you, looked at each other. Neither were expecting anyone but both knew exactly who it was, you did too. Minho got up to answer the door. 

“Min...” You called him. He turned and saw your eyes, big and worried. He held up a finger nodding and turned to go answer the door. When he opened it unsurprisingly Chan was standing there. 

“I need to talk to y/n.” Chan tried to walk in and Minho blocked him. 

“You need to give it some time Chan there’s more to this for her than you realize.” Chan pressed his lips together tightly; he knew what was at stake and he wasn’t going to lose you without a fight.  

“Minho, I need to talk to her let me through.” Minho shook his head. 

“Chan-” 

“She needs to come home!” Chan said loudly. 

“y/n please come home!” He shouted into the apartment 

“Please! Just stay with me!” Minho pushed Chan out of the doorway and walked into the hall with him pulling the door closed behind him. 

“What the hell are you doing man? Are you hearing me? There’s more to this than you think!” Chan pushed back against Minho. 

“I’m in love with her! She needs to come home, she needs to be home with me! So I can apologize, so I can cook her favorite dinner and grab that lemon lime sorbet that she loves at the corner store, so I can hold her and kiss her and tell her everything I should have long before now.” Chan shouted, huge tears in his eyes. Minho was stunned. Once he had his wits about him again he shook his head. 

“All that aside Chan. It’s not the time for this. Just... give her some time.” He spoke softly, Minho didn’t want to have to hurt his friend and turn him away but he couldn’t hurt you either. Chan nodded, turned, and left without another word, he understood. When Minho walked back into the apartment you were standing at the opening of the foyer wide eyes filled with tears. 

“Mi-Minho... did... Chan... did he just...”  

“Say that he loved you?” You nodded and a tear fell. 

“Yea, he did.” You took a deep shuddering breath and braced yourself against the wall. 

“He looked awful. It’s only been part of a day but he looked like absolute hell not having you home.” You nodded, staring off as your thoughts spun a million miles an hour in your head. Chan loved you? Like you loved him? It was impossible. You didn’t know what to do. You were so confused. You had so many questions. You finally looked up at Minho. 

“Wha- should I go home? What do I do?” Minho shrugged. 

“Do you love him still?”  

“I’ll always love him.” Minho raised his brow at you knowingly. It was late but you didn’t care. You ran to the guest room, threw on some jeans and your tennis shoes and started towards you and Chan’s apartment. When you got there you unlocked the door quietly and tip-toed in so you didn’t make any noise in case Chan was already asleep. You walked into the living room and Chan was on the couch. His head was tilted back resting on the back of the couch and his arm was thrown over his eyes. You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or not. You made your way over and stood in front of him. When Chan felt someone standing near him he jumped before he realized it was you. He relaxed and sat there looking up at you with big brown glassy eyes. 

“y/n?” You nodded trying to fight back your own tears already. He didn’t say anything he just sat up and wrapped his arms around your midsection and hugged you, his head resting on your soft tummy. You hugged him, your fingers resting in his curls. He leaned back and looked up at you and you pushed his curls back away from his face. 

“I’m so sorry y/n, I should’ve never said that to you it wasn’t right and I...” You shook your head. 

“We have a lot to talk about and we will, I just have one question right now.” Chan nodded, his eyes piercing into yours. 

“Are you in love with me?” Chan shook his head up and down without a second of hesitation. He did, he knew. 

“Say it.” He sat up straight and looked at you, into you. 

“I’m in love with you y/n. I love you. I love you so m-” You leaned down and kissed him softly. He cupped your face and tilted his head, deepening the kiss. You broke away to take a breath and Chan pressed his forehead against yours, his hands resting on your wide hips, guiding you to kneel and rest on his lap, a thick thigh resting on either side of Chan’s strong legs. His hands slid down your thighs and squeezed even through the material it sent a shiver up your spine. You steadied yourself by holding on to Chan’s broad shoulders. Those same strong hands squeezing your thighs came up and held your face so softly, his thumb grazing the apple of your cheek. Tears started to well up in your eyes, Chan gently shook his head and pulled you in to kiss you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth softly. You opened your mouth allowing him to slide his tongue inside. Chan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you all the way down onto his lap and you could feel him pressing into you making you throb with want as he devoured your lips. His hands ghosted down your back and rested on your hips urging you to move against him and you moaned into the kiss. 

“Sound... so pretty... baby girl.” He mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You could feel yourself getting wetter hearing the sweet pet name. You tilted your head giving him better access to his target. 

“Ch-Chan... wha-what are we... doing?” You panted as your hips ground together, as his hands gripped, and his lips explored. He pulled away when you asked, he was a little red and breathless chewing at his bottom lip. 

“Uh wha... what do you want?” You looked at him and pushed his curls back away from his beautiful face again. 

“You.” He smiled and touched your face. 

“Then... I’m yours.” You kissed him hard then scrambled to get up and get your jeans and panties off. As soon as Chan realized what you were doing he lifted his hips and pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. You quickly climbed back onto his lap, there was no time to be shy or bashful as Chan lined up his cock with your wet hole and eased you down on to him. You both moaned and you gasped when you were fully seated in Chan’s lap again, only this time with his dick buried deep inside you. 

“Oh god!” Chan held onto your hips, his lip between his teeth, eyes closed tightly as he felt you squeeze his length with your warm soft walls. When he finally opened his eyes he saw you looking down at him, your eyes sparkling. You pulled at the hem of his shirt and took it off over his head running your hands up and down his firm torso over his chest and abs and back up again. Chan sat up his cock moving inside you deliciously making you squirm as his hands traveled up your plush body lifting your shirt up and over your head, your full breasts lined up with his face, he sucked on one and then the other, squeezing and pushing them together then raking his teeth across your hard nipples. 

“Ch-Chan... please...” He let go of your breasts and his hands slid down your curvy frame and rested on your ass. He leaned back on the couch then squeezed and pulled your hips forward and then pushed them back as he rolled his hips up into you. 

“Like that baby girl... ride it just like that.” You planted your hands low on his abs and pushed your hips forward and then back again on your own. You moved again and again and set a rhythm. Chan’s head rolled back and his eyes closed. 

“Does it feel good?” You needed to know you he was enjoying it, you wanted to make him feel good. Chan looked at you blushing and smiling as you rode his cock. 

“Mhmm yes, you feel so good baby, don’t stop.” He squeezed your thick ass and urged you to move faster. Your breaths shortened as your hips moved quicker. 

“G-gonna cum... Ch-Chan go-gonna cu-” Your eyes rolled back into your head as you wrapped your arms around Chan’s head hugging him tight, his face buried in your big tits again. Chan could feel you dripping down his cock as you came on top of him, your hips stuttering and Chan helped you ride it out as he rolled his hips up into you harder. When you finally let go of him Chan slumped back on the couch again, held up your hips forcing you forward making you brace onto the back of the couch and with his strong hands holding you up he started pounding into you from underneath not only chasing his own high but sending you nosediving into another orgasm. More of your arousal dripped down his cock and there was a lewd smacking sound every time Chan hammered his dick into your wet cunt. He put you down and sat back up pulling you close as your cunt took his whole cock. It was messy grinding and rubbing and wet and as you shook and trembled through your third orgasm. Chan pulled you closer still, he held you tight and came deep inside you as he cupped your face and sweetly kissed your lips. You sat there sweaty and out of breath on Chan’s lap your head resting on one of his shoulders, his arms wrapped around you as his cock softened inside you. When you caught your breath and the adrenalin wore down the gravity of what just happened hit you like a train and you started to cry. Chan pulled you up and held your face worried. 

“Hey hey, what’s wrong huh? Baby don’t cry.” Hearing him call you by the sweet pet name only made you cry harder. He hugged you close again and grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around you. He rubbed your back and held you until you were calm again. 

“Sorry it was just a lot of big feelings all at once and I got a little overwhelmed.” Chan shook his head as he continued tracing shapes on your back to soothe you. 

“Don’t be sorry I understand. Are you okay now?” You nodded and sat up and Chan smiled at you his dimples popping up. 

“Good. Why don’t we wash up and get to bed. We’ll talk about everything first thing tomorrow, including you moving out of your room. You were confused and frowned a little. 

“You... you still think I should?” Chan nodded. 

“Absolutlely. My room is bigger so it just makes sense for you to move into mine over me moving into yours.” You let out a huge sigh of relief and shoved him a little. He hugged you close and kissed your neck. 

“I love you baby girl.” You melted into his hug. 

“I love you too Chan.” 

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not so soundproof, we guess — b.c

warning : sexual content, sex without protection (don’t do it at home guys), penetrative sex, lots of dirty talk

“C’mon why are you trying to silence me?”

She asked and Bangchan noticed she is very much out of breath just like him. His hand gripping on her hips once again after exploring her entire torso just like that. He licked his bottom lip before inhaling hard and letting out some shaky, breathy laugh. “Isn’t this studio soundproof?”

“Oh you wanna talk back?” Chan lifted both of his eyebrows as he tapped the tip of his cock on her clit.

“Of course,” she whined. “stop being a dick and fuck me already.”

“Not so easy.”

“Chan—fuck,” she hissed as he decided to keep that movement going, building more friction on both of their spine, causing her back to arch. His hand keeps her body in the first place as he tries to shut her down. A small whine passed her lips again and Bangchan cannot lie that he was thrilled a lot, because looking at the view underneath him—you wouldn’t believe what it was. Her spreading her legs laying on his studio desk hoping no one will open the door and see him fucking her hard. Her hair was a mess, so was his. Now his hand supporting his whole body as he starts to thrust his cock inside her again. He stretched her so good, got both of them let out some shaky breath together.

An usual studio visit turned into something today. Innocent kisses turned into him kissing her hard and her grinding against his crotch. Of course it would be more than cockwarming him—she was so wet and he couldn’t even wait to feel that throbbing walls all around his cock.

“Mmhm, fuck, go faster—“

“Shh, shh. I got this okay?” He talks between the thrust, “you should shut the fuck up before I leave you hanging.”

“You’re so mean.”

“You love it.”

Chan let out nearly an inaudible moan as he keep his steady pace all over again. She bit on her bottom lip trying to suppress her moan. Those moan of Chan is incredible and by the time pass by he doesn’t hesitate to let it out. “Oh fuck, such a good little slut aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy, your good slut,” she answered. “Oh-“

Now both of his hand gripping her hips again, trying to get his pace faster. A silent cry can be heard by Bangchan and it’s from her. He keeps his pace going, hitting all of the spots that making her mouth open. Bangchan can’t keep his noises to himself too, so he decided to lay his palm flat on her lower stomach.

“T-too much—“

“You’re literally fuck-“ thrust, “begging me to fuck you.”

“Please.”

“Please what, princess?”

“Can I cum?”

“After being all naughty like that?” He chuckled. Oh, she’s fucked for now. He is trying so hard to not get blown in his place by now, “fucking bitch. All that she knows are getting fucked nasty on my studio desk.”

The pleasure was all over the place so she bites down on her palm. All of these stimulations was too much for both of them but she feels like she handle it anymore. Her teary eyes, her neck full of hickeys, and her fucked out face. “Close, baby—“

“Cum in me, please.”

“N-not now, yeah?-“

“Please, I have been a good girl, I deserve it-“

Shit. Bangchan feels like his world is just him and her. It made his head dizzy as the tight knot on his lower stomach is begging to get released. She can hear how much of him wanting to feel it too—his breathing ragged and he murmured a lot of things she can’t understand. “I feel good don’t I, daddy? Why don’t you—fuck—fill me up? Hm?”

“Yeah? Is that what you want baby?”

“Y-yes!”

“Good girl, fuck, I’m cumming—“ his pace is uncontrollable, he can feel her clenching hard on his cock and after one final thrust, he’s cumming inside of her. A hiss passed his lips after he pulled his cock out, his cum drips out of her hole prettily. He looked up to her who’s closing her eyes and putting the back of her hand on the top of her mouth. His hand began to stroke her hand with shaky breath.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

As she opened her eyes, she can see that loving gaze looking at her again. “M’good.”

He kissed her forehead as his other hand caressing her hip softly. “Good girl,” his lips was inches from hers, “you did a great job. Thank you.”

She smiled and cupped his face. She brought his lips on hers, kissing it gently. He kissed her back like him wanting to taste her again after all of this time. He let her calm down by whispering sweet nothings and caressing her skin gently. He bump the tip of his nose on hers, making her giggle.

“We should clean all of this mess, yeah?”

[6:02am]

Pairing: Chan x reader Word Count: 0.4k Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving)

a/n: I'm not even a little bit sorry about this.

"You're so needy today babe" you cooed running your fingers through Chan's messy curls, he had been this way even since he got home from the last part of the tour and to be honest you loved it.

"M'not" he whined as he rutted against your pajama clad hip, his lips attached to your bare shoulder.

"You're going to be late Channie" you teased your fingers creeping across his abs to flick the waistband of his boxers making him pull himself away from you.

"Want you though, I can be quick" he groaned your hand finally ghosting over his throbbing cock.

"You are never quick but I can be" you but you lip sensually while you squeezed him through the fabric causing him to shiver against you. Pushing him onto his back you slid down and positioned yourself between his thighs placing kisses on his abs, hips and thighs as you rid him of the only scrap of fabric between him and you.

"Fuuuuck" he moaned eyes rolling back as you pumped his length lazily smirking at his reaction.

"Such a good boy" you praised taking him into your mouth letting your tongue swirl around the head before taking him all the way into your throat.

"Yes baby, I can be good" he slurred his hands tangling into your hair as you bobbed up and down his length, sucking and humming as you did. His fingers gripped your hair a little tighter pulling the roots a little and you purred softly, hearing him take a gasping breath from where he was sprawled on the bed. You knew from how long he had been rutting against you since you woke up he wouldn't last long so when he started rolling his hips to fuck your throat you couldn't help the low moan that left you.

"Shit, shit, shit" Chan moaned as you felt his swell against your tongue before he came thick hot ribbon of his seed down your throat.

"Told you I could be quick" you smirked letting go of his length with a pop.

"Love you. I will spoil you later for this baby" he panted looking at you with adoring eyes as you moved back to lay beside him on the bed.

"Love you too babe" you smiled kissing his lips softly. a/n: Your likes, comments and reblogs are adored just as you are adored xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @tara-skyhold, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow

sleepless

❥ husband!bang chan x gn!reader

❥ genre: fluff. just… tooth rotting fluff, established relationship

❥ word count: 1.2K

❥ warning: sleep issues

❥ A/N: hehe happy new year! here’s my little gift to you~ a tiny comfort drabble that will hopefully bring a smile to your face ^^ let me know what you think!

also i do apologise if there are some errors. i myself am having a rather sleepless night lol so who knows how many typos i glossed over. would be really helpful if you let me know! 🥰

turning on your back for the umpteenth time that night, you let out a little frustrated huff. you’d been tossing and turning in bed for the past few hours trying to get to some sleep but for some reason, your brain was determined to not let you rest.

‘why am i not sleepy?’ you mumbled, rubbing at your dry, almost itchy eyes. how on earth were you not sleepy when your eyes were begging you to rest?

there was truly no greater torture. you hadn’t been sleeping well at all the past few days. your muscles ached, your eyes ached and so did your head!

and yet here you were… wide awake in the dark… fighting off the temptation to reach for your phone. you’d been forced to turn on do not disturb after the demon box beckoned you with empty vibrations of notifications from your mobile company. many a times you would fall for this ruse and end up spiralling down a rabbit hole of scrolling for hours and hours until the sun rose and your eyes were replaced with two burnt holes. but not tonight!

you needed to sleep tonight.

pushing your stiff shoulders into the mattress, you stretched your back, wiggling a little until you heard a an unexpected pop that left you groaning, your body aching in a whole new way.

now this was just wonderful. what a fun night to be sleeping alone on a giant, cold, empty, irritating bed. honestly how dare this bed be so uncomfortable? the audacity! it was so expensive too.

huffing once more, you turned to lie on your side, bunching up the blanket wrapped around your body to make a makeshift plushie—eyes scrunched, jaw set, a tiny whine leaving your lips as you thought of how badly you needed a warm hug to ease your anxious body.

eventually you did end up dozing off. or at least… that was what it felt like. if you were being honest, when the bed dipped and stirred you awake, it felt like you hadn’t been asleep at all. but at the same time, you didn’t quite remember when the tired figure of your husband walked into the room, let alone get under the covers.

eyes fluttering open, you let out a little hum, which in turn prompted him to grimace. ‘sorry, baby. did i wake you?’

‘hm… yeah,’ you yawned. ‘i guess so. not really.’

chris chuckled. ‘yes, those are all the possible answers.’

‘shut up,’ you mumbled with a sleepy smile. ‘you’re home late. long day at work?’

‘mhm,’ he let out a breathy groan as he slipped down and pulled your body a little closer, arm resting on your hip. ‘long day, yes. but i wouldn’t say it’s that late.’

‘oh yeah? feels like i’ve been trying to sleep for an entire night.’

he furrowed his brows and brushed a lock of hair out of your eyes. ‘something troubling you?’

‘yeah. my inability to sleep.’

‘okay smartass,’ he rolled his eyes with a breathy laugh. ‘you know what i mean. did something happen? stressed about anything?’

you closed one eye, and raised the adjacent eyebrow. ‘you know what? not really. i guess it’s just one of those weeks,’ you sighed, and he let out a knowing hum.

‘so now what?’

‘now you hold me,’ you quickly buried your face into his chest, ‘until i fall asleep.’

chris smiled, pulling you even closer. ‘that can be arranged,’ he whispered, a gentle hand moving to stroke your hair.

for a while it was just you, listening to his heartbeat and inhaling the sweet scent of his perfume—and him, stroking your hair while humming a soft tune, his own eyes closed.

after a few minutes, his touch had left your body, chest peeled away from yours ever so slightly, allowing cold air to hit your face as his hand manoeuvred to fish his phone out of his pocket. the sudden flash from the screen hitting your eyelids made you groan, and you tightened your grip around his torso, a silent plea to make him turn it off.

‘sorry, baby,’ he simply slid the phone to drop by his pillow, ‘just checking the time.’

‘what time is it?’ you asked, voice muffled by your cheek pressed into his hoodie. and for some reason, that one question made his heart melt into a puddle. your words so soft and ever so slightly slurred, small hums leaving your lips every now and then with an exhale. he smiled and kissed the top of your head.

‘happy new year, sweetheart.’

‘hm?’ you pulled back to look at his face and blinked, eyes wide and clueless. ‘wait. new year? already?’

chris chuckled. ‘you really haven’t been getting proper sleep, have you?’

now that made you pout. because yes, you really hadn’t. and it was really annoying. and for some reason said annoyance was something that made your husband get the widest grin on his face, eyes sparkling even in the darkness as he leaned down to press a small kiss on your pouty lips.

‘so cute.’

you knit your brows together. ‘don’t find my misery cute, christopher.’

‘i mean it’s kind of cute,’ he giggled, pinching your cheek. that only made your frown deepen, eyes narrowing more and more as you stared into his round, affectionate ones. you weren’t sure how he did it, but the more you snarled, the softer his gaze got. and suddenly, you couldn’t keep up with the drama any longer and broke into a tiny giggle.

‘you’re lucky you’re cute,’ you murmured, eyelids a little droopy. ‘happy new year to you too, my love. i’m glad we made through another year together,’ you grinned and reached up to peck his lips. ‘my resolution is that i want to sleep.’

chris let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. he knew it was meant to be a joke, but the genuine exhaustion and frustration on your face made it all the more obvious that you meant it.

‘okay. let’s try and make that happen, yeah?’ he stroked your cheek for a moment before pulling you to press your cheek into his chest once more, peppering a few kisses on your head.

‘want me to sing you a lullaby?’ he asked, and you nodded. and then immediately shook your head.

‘was that a yes or no?’ he asked, astronomically amused.

you lifted your head, watery eyes blinking to focus on his features in the dark. ‘no. you need to sleep too,’ you declared and pushed at his shoulder so he was lying on his back, head resting on the soft pillow. chris eyed you with a small smile and craned neck as you wiggled down a little, placing your head resting on his chest. nuzzling your head ever so slightly, you let out a small hum before you pushed his head back to hit the pillow, your hand covering his eyes.

‘sleep,’ you instructed, and he chuckled.

‘okay. let’s both sleep.’

his hand found yours and peeled it away from his eyes, before bringing it to his lips to press a kiss on your palm, the moving it to lay over his heart.

‘goodnight, sweetheart.’

‘night…’ you drawled in an almost unintelligible mumble, finally feeling yourself drifting off to sleep.

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⛓️ Please, I’m begging. Just let me touch you… ⛓️

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Chan brought home his heart handcuffs as a memento, and now they’re finally being used appropriately.

✎ CW: Established relationship, blindfolding, bondage, handcuffs, hand job, blow job, riding, nipple play, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), degradation, praise, dirty talk, big ol’ daddy kink (as usual)

✎ Word count: 2,954

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You cross and uncross your legs, trying to find the perfect position to surprise your boyfriend in.

He’s headed back home after a long day of recording, and you’re ready to welcome him with freshly shaved legs, a perfectly trimmed landing strip, and an incredibly short skirt. But you have something else up your sleeve, too. Or in your hand, more like.

Chan’s black heart handcuffs came home with him one day, but they’ve been sitting in a drawer ever since. Putting them to use is long overdue, so they — plus one of his ties — currently sit in your lap, just biding time.

You put your right knee over left, angling your body diagonally in the chair so you can lean back a little and give him a nice view of the underside of your thigh and the teensiest peek at your lace panties. The tie sits over your knee, enough to make it prominent, but not hide too much leg. Yeah, perfect. And it really is, because you hear the door unlock almost immediately.

“Hey, babe, I’m home!” Chan calls out, so focused on placing his things down that he hasn’t noticed you yet.

“Hey…” you purr, the word coming out low and slow.

He turns his head toward you, and his eyes travel from bottom to top, taking their sweet time enjoying the little show you’re putting on.

“Oh? What’s this now?” he asks, striding toward you.

Twirling the handcuffs around your finger, you slowly look up at him with just your eyes, keeping your head still.

“Figured we’d try something new today,” you answer.

He finally reaches the chair and looms above you. He’s close enough to touch, but he doesn’t deserve that yet.

“So, are these for you? Want daddy to tie you up, Princess?”

He places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up toward his. He’s smirking down at you with those intense brown eyes, and you can’t wait to turn the tables.

“Actually, no,” you say, standing up slowly. Your bodies are an inch away, maybe less. One slight movement, and you’ll be chest to chest, hip to hip. “They’re for you.”

His dark expression is a mix of confusion and intrigue. He raises an eyebrow at you but maintains that sexy smirk and waits for you to speak again.

“I’m gonna have my way with you tonight, daddy.”

The palms of your hands press into his solid chest, slowly traveling upward to close your fingers around his neck. His head falls back just enough to give you more room to play without breaking eye contact.

“Exactly what do you plan to do to me?” he asks.

Your weight shifts to the balls of your feet to give you a few extra inches. You wet your lips and place them on the outside of Chan’s ear before speaking softly.

“Whatever I want.”

You take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom, stopping once you’re in the doorway. A quick kiss on his plump lips then you’re wrapping the tie around his head and knotting it at the back. A few slight adjustments ensure his field of vision is entirely darkened.

“Hands together,” you command.

He does as he’s told and brings his arms forward. His thick biceps stretch the cotton shirt he’s wearing, and it’s clear he’s flexing to impress.

The handcuffs slide open and then click closed around both wrists. He’s at your mercy now.

You lead him to the bed, mapping out a clear path so he won’t trip. He follows willingly without making a peep.

You touch his chest to signal him to stop. You undo his belt buckle, then the button and zipper on his pants. The denim needs some help over his muscular ass, then falls in a pile at his feet.

You crouch down to help him remove his shoes and step out of his pant legs. You settle on your knees and direct him onto the bed with hands on his hips. But now he’s just sitting there, smiling like a goof.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“Nothing. I’m just excited, that’s all,” he says, unable to contain his giggles.

Your brow furrows. He’s not taking you seriously. You’ll show him.

His cock is stiff in his boxer briefs, but you know he can get harder. You rise to your feet and turn so you can lower your ass into his lap. Hands on knees for support, you make light contact on his thighs and move your hips back and forth slowly.

“Ohhhh…” he moans, handcuffed wrists rising to his chest to give you more room to work.

You lower your hips further, making sure you tease his cock with each movement. He’s starting to twitch against your ass, and pre-cum is soaking through his underwear. You glance back at his face to see him alternating between pursing his lips and forming a tiny o with his mouth.

“Not so funny now, is it?” you ask, settling into a circular rhythm over his throbbing dick.

“Naur, it’s… I…” he mumbles between soft moans.

He reaches for your shoulders to force you down permanently, but the handcuffs only give him enough leeway to grasp where your neck meets your torso. His pull is strong and you have to brace yourself on his thighs to maintain control.

“Not yet, baby,” you scold, pushing up and out of his grip to stand again.

Chan whines and reaches out for you, but it’s no use.

“Please…” he whimpers, the corners of his beautiful lips turning down into a frown.

“Please what?” you purr.

“Oh god, come on, don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?”

“You know what. You’re just teasing me.”

“Hmmmm... Maybe just a little.”

“Maybe just a lot.”

You suppress a giggle and take a few seconds to compose yourself before speaking again. You love watching him squirm.

“Move back to the headboard for me.”

Again, he does as he’s told with no objection, though he does fumble a bit to figure out exactly where he is in the dark. Once he’s settled, you crawl toward him and spread his legs so you can sit between them.

“Want me to touch you again, daddy?”

“Please.”

“Hands or mouth?”

“Mouth, oh god, mouth,” he growls.

His cock reaches for you again, begging for the wet warmth behind your lips. You pull his boxers down below his balls and lean in, exhaling long, strong breaths on him.

“One quick thing first,” you say, pulling away — to his surprise and dismay.

The handcuff key is on the nightstand, waiting for your next move. You make quick work of undoing one of his hands, just to loop the chain through the slotted headboard before trapping his wrist once again.

The sight of him — arms above his head, eyes covered, mouth agape, chest rising and falling rapidly, cock twitching against his toned stomach — has you clenching your cunt. And all of this is yours.

His hips buck upward, begging for contact. You’ve probably teased him enough, for now.

Lips parted, your head lowers once again to his dick, taking its head into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around him before running along his slit. You conjure a ball of spit from your throat and let it fall from your lips. It slides down his long shaft, coating him in you.

You take him in once again, deeper this time. Lips close tight around his veiny length and you bob your head up and down, up and down — caressing his cock’s underside with your tongue.

His breaths are rapid, shallow. He won’t last much longer if you keep this up. And that just won’t do.

Your mouth’s embrace is quickly replaced by the light grip of a cold hand, and he groans again. You stroke him teasingly, slowly, keeping a watchful eye on his disappointed expression.

“Someone’s ungrateful,” you chide.

“No, I’m not,” he pants. “That was just… so good. I was so close.”

“If I finish you off now, what am I gonna do? Who’s going to take care of my tight, aching cunt?”

“I’ll get hard again for you, I promise. Please, please, please... I’ll do anything for you… your mouth.”

“You promise? I’ll be so disappointed if I can’t ride daddy’s thick cock…”

“I promise you will, please. Oh god, y/n… pleasepleaseplease…”

He’s a writhing mess — pulling against the wood of the headboard with the cuffs and thrusting in and out of your hand still wrapped around his dick. It’s pitiful, really, how quickly he crumbles under your control.

You drop a few more globs of spit down to lubricate his cock, and focus your fingers on its head. Your thumb presses down on his slit and his body shivers.

“M-more…” he exhales.

All five fingers surround and play with his sensitive cockhead, and Chan’s head falls back against the headboard.

“Your mouth, please…”

You can’t resist anymore, he looks so beautiful begging for you like this.

You keep working your fingers, lowering your head slowly so he can’t feel and predict your movements. Your wet lips gently kiss his tip before taking him into your mouth again, and he yelps.

He thrusts up at the same time you push down, and his cock hits the back of your throat with force. You consider taking a quick break after the impact, but the cry that escapes his lips is so delicious you can’t help but continue.

One hand working the base, another toying with his balls, and your mouth taking him in as far as you can over and over has his thigh muscles tensing within seconds.

“Baby, I’m…”

Almost immediately, he’s shooting his load down your throat, and you swallow every drop. It drives him wild when you suck him dry, and you have every intention of doing that multiple times this evening.

A few disjointed thrusts later and he’s finished, mouth hanging open and limbs hanging limp while he rides out the rest of his high. You let him slip out of your mouth, and push yourself up to sit on your heels. He deserves a few seconds of peace before you rev him up for round 2.

You lift your shirt over your head, unhook your bra and toss them in a corner. Your skirt and underwear are next, sliding down your legs and taking flight before landing softly in the same vicinity. You want to give him more time, but your pussy is throbbing and you need his lips on you.

You crawl into his lap, sitting back on his thighs. Your fingers trace the outline of his abs through his shirt and your lips press against the soft, glistening skin on his neck.

“Hey, baby,” you hum. “Can you do something for me?”

“Yeah, yes,” Chan replies. “Anything.”

“Open your mouth, daddy.”

The good boy follows your instruction, parting his thick lips and readying his tongue. Your weight shifts to your knees, pushing upward to angle a breast into his mouth.

He closes his lips around your nipple immediately, sucking and licking the hard nub. He swirls his tongue around you and hums. The vibration makes you tingle, and you lower yourself down onto his thigh to get some friction.

“God, you’re wet,” he mumbles around your tit.

And he’s right. You’re practically dripping onto his thigh at this point.

“Wanna taste me?” you purr.

He groans around your skin, and his dick twitches against your leg. You’re guessing that’s a yes, then.

Your fingers travel down to your pussy, collecting as much of your juices as you can.

“Open,” you command.

He releases his hold on your nipple and drops his jaw again. Your fingers enter his mouth, slipping past his lips and teeth to press the liquid onto his tongue. Chan licks and sucks each finger one by one, not letting a single bit go to waste.

Your hips move back and forth against his thigh now, so incredibly turned on by your boyfriend that you can’t go much longer without him inside you. You grip his half-hard cock in an attempt to coax it back to full mast with some well-timed strokes.

“God, I want to fuck you,” he growls.

“With this tiny thing?” you tease. “I need you big and thick and hard for me first.”

You mean to kiss him quickly, but he feels your breath coming nearer and his lips crash into yours. It’s a sloppy battle of tongues and lips and teeth that neither of you seems to win. But his dick keeps twitching into your hand, so you’re down to keep fighting.

You pull away just long enough to catch your breath and speak.

“Come on, baby, I need you,” you whine. “I need your big cock inside me. Please.”

Lips meet lips before he can reply. Your mouths taste like green tea and pure sex, and all he can do is thrust into your hand and pull at the headboard for the thousandth time at this point.

“This pussy is all yours, daddy. Stretch me, fuck me, take me.”

“Jesus christ…” Chan groans, and you feel his tip once again dampening with pre-cum. Finally.

You reposition your hips directly over his and angle him toward your slit. You rub his head up and down until it catches and he enters you ever so slightly. You could easily take him all the way in right now, but you lower down inch by inch to let his sensitive cock adjust to the sensation.

Folds touch the prickly skin at the base of his dick, and you can’t hold back anymore. You reach behind you to grip his thighs and fuck yourself on his cock.

Throaty moans from both of you fill the room as your body raises and lowers and rolls and circles above him, doing whatever feels right at the moment. And, god, does it feel great.

“Babe…” Chan whines.

You’re breathing so heavily that the best you can manage in response is a grunt.

“I-i need to touch you,” he breathes, pulling at the headboard again.

“No, Channie… let’s just…” you say between deep breaths.

“Baby, please, I’m begging. Just let me touch you. I can’t see you. I need to touch you.”

He makes a good point. But you’re so close.

“I’m gonna… finish… first,” you pant and reattach your mouths.

He captures your lower lip between his teeth, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. You come on his cock with a vibrating intensity, walls closing in around him. You can only pray he doesn’t finish, too.

You lean against his chest once you’re done, trying to catch your breath.

“Please, baby. My hands,” Chan pleads.

Oh yeah, hands. You grab the key off the nightstand and aim for the hole at the base of the handcuffs. The lock clicks above his head, and you free his hands at the same time you speak.

“Fuck. Me. Dumb.”

“Gladly.”

His strong hands grasp your hips, lifting you up and flipping you over with ease. He positions you on all fours and locates your pussy with his fingers before he pounds his cock into you, splitting your walls around his length.

One hand roughly grabs a tit and the other reaches under your arm to grab your throat, tilting your head back. He squeezes just enough to make your head spin as he relentlessly stuffs your cunt.

His T-shirt dulls the wet sound of skin slapping skin, but it’s still loud enough that you’re sure the neighbors can hear.

“Fuck this!” he yells, and his hands leave to remove the tie from his eyes and rip his shirt off. “Daddy needs to watch you fall apart this time.”

His grip on your neck returns — tighter this time — and he pulls himself down to rest his chest on your back and plant wet, sloppy kisses along across your shoulder blade.

“Come for me. Come on daddy’s cock.”

The hand not on your neck goes to your engorged clit, and the slightest brush of his finger has you quivering in his arms. He pushes into it, making small circles with his fingertip.

“Fucking christ, Channie,” you moan.

“Yeah, baby? Tell me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel. Tell me how it feels when daddy fucks your tight cunt.”

“It’s… so good. So fucking good. Please don’t stop. Don’t… ah-”

His pace quickens and he squeezes your throat harder still, mercilessly rubbing your over-sensitive clit and putting those thick, wet lips up to your ear.

“Come for me. Now.”

Your second orgasm hits so much harder than the first, and you feel your body about to collapse on the bed the second you start screaming in ecstasy. But his big hands hold you by your stomach and chest, keeping you upright as you cry out and shake.

He pulls your torso up so you’re both upright, and pulls you into his chest. His strong arms hold you close, and he hums and kisses your neck while you come back down.

“That’s my girl,” he coos. “You did such a good job.”

One more kiss before he slides out of you and repositions your bodies so you rest on his chest. Your head is just under his, and he’s removing sweat-soaked strands of hair from your glistening face.

“My beautiful baby, you were amazing. You’re so amazing,” Chan says between quick kisses on the top of your head.

“Mmm, you too,” you mumble, more than half asleep. “But… you didn’t...”

“Naur, it’s ok. That was for you, sweetheart.”

He drapes his arms over you, keeping you safe and warm in his loving embrace, with no plans to let go any time soon.

Sunshine and Sundresses

AN: All this is about is Chris wanting to fuck you while you're in a sundress lol. I'm somewhat in my Chris feelings right now so yay.

Synopsis: There's just something about the sight of you in a sundress that makes Chris lose all of his self-restraint.

Heads up: Bang Chan x Fem! Reader, established relationship, mostly pwp, Soft Dom! Chris, public sex, Chris and Reader remain mostly clothed, dirty talk, pet names, Daddy kink, fingering (f. receiving), praise kink, unprotected piv sex, biting (f. receiving), creampie,

Reader and Chris lick the other's cum off Chris's fingers (it'll make sense when you get there lol) and Chris plugs Reader after cumming inside of her.

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Chris finds himself tripping over his words once again when he sees the bottom of your dress shift and ride up your thighs. This was getting ridiculous now.

He'd seen you in various outfits and states of dress over the months of your relationship, and, at the risk of sounding cheesy, he thinks you look beautiful no matter what you're wearing. However, he would be lying if he didn't find himself utter enthralled with you wearing sundresses in particular.

The two of you decided to go on a picnic since your schedules finally aligned, and Chris found himself completely tongue-tied when he was greeted with the sight of you in a pretty, yellow sundress that flitted against your fantastic thighs. He's also certain you're not wearing a bra that isn't helping the blood rushing to his dick.

"Chris?" You ask with a tinge of concern to your voice.

He needs to get his shit together. It's just a dress.

"Sorry, uh I was just saying that I'm glad that we finally got the chance to spend some time together," he responds, hoping you don't notice the breathlessness in his voice.

The smile you give him makes his heart rate pick up exponentially. It's only made worse when you cuddle further into his side and press a kiss against his jaw, "I'm happy we finally get to actually go on a date too. I've missed this."

Perhaps it's the overwhelming love he feels for you in that moment or just the simple desire to kiss you that compels him to angle himself to meet your lips.

He swallows the cute, startled noise you make, tightening his grip on your waist and deepening the kiss considerably. Rationally, he knows that the two of you probably shouldn't be making out so heatedly in a public park like this, but Chris can't bring himself to care as he rolls you onto your back. Groaning against your lips when the erection he's been fighting all day comes into contact with panty covered core.

He pulls back to catch his breath and stares down at your dazed face and freshly kissed lips, the tops of your tits being incredibly distracting with each laboured inhale you take. Well fuck. How is he supposed to stop now?

"You look so pretty," Chris breathes out, pressing delicate kisses to your jaw and reaching one of his hands down to grab a generous handful of one of your tits over the fabric of your dress.

"Ah, Chris, we're in public. Someone might see," you cry out, but he can tell you're trying to hold back. A self-satisfied smirk does cross his face when he feels your hands grip his back as he continues his assault on your throat and tit.

"We'll just have to be quiet then. You just look so beautiful that I couldn't help myself," he responds against your skin, groaning slightly as he fondles you.

He feels warmth course through his system at the shy expression on your face, shifting upwards to press a soft kiss against your lips as his hand moves from your chest to brush against your plush thighs. Chris strokes you through your panties lightly, his cock quickly becoming painfully hard as he swallows down all your moans and mewls and keens and, feels your nails digging into his broad, clothed back.

"Chris please," you moan out, your hips bucking up into his hand in search of more pressure.

"You know better than to call me by my name, princess," Chris softly chastises, slowing down his strokes in warning.

"No, Daddy, I'm sorry," you rush out so quickly and frantically that he almost misses what you say. However, when his brain is finally able to pull itself together, he groans and slots his mouth against yours once more. He moves your panties to the side and sinks two of his thick fingers inside of you, cock throbbing as your slick walls clench around them.

Chris is glad he had the foresight to kiss you before slipping his fingers inside of you because the moans and whines you let out likely would've gotten the two of you caught. He's a little disappointed that he won't get the chance to eat you out, but he didn't want to risk it. You two were already pushing your luck here. Instead, he focuses on opening you up with his fingers, curling them in the way he knows renders you thoughtless.

"Daddy, please. Want you in-inside me," you pull back and whine, reaching your hand down to stroke his cock over his pants.

It's Chris's turn to bite back his own sounds. Gritting his teeth from the toe-curling pleasure he feels from the pressure provided by your hand, his hips instinctively pressing into your hand in search of more relief.

"Wanna make sure you're stretched out properly. Don't wanna hurt you," he responds, his voice sounding strained to his own ears as he brushes your clit with his thumb.

"You-You won't hurt me, D-Daddy. I can t-take it," you whine, kissing and nipping at his jaw as you continue to palm him.

Chris can feel his resolve crumbling. A groan almost slipping from his mouth as your walls continue to clench around his fingers, and your mouth leaves hot kisses on his skin.

"Fuck, okay," he concedes, easing his fingers from your vice grip and sitting back so he could more comfortably tug off his pants. However, Chris is momentarily distracted by your juices coating his fingers. Impulsively, he shoves them in his mouth, moaning and his eyes fluttering shut. Your taste going straight to his cock, more pre-cum smearing his already sticky boxers.

Chris is brought out of taking in your taste by a very audible whine from you, eyes flying open to see you watching his mouth intently. You look completely frenzied as you watch him, your eyes completely glazed over and bruised lips parted.

He makes a mental note to eat you out properly later. For both of your sakes.

He hurriedly unbuttoned his pants, shoving them and his boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free. The mewl you let out and the way your thighs spread further as your eyes remain glued to his cock does phenomenal things for his ego.

"Are you ready?" He asks, grabbing himself and lining his cock up with your entrance.

"Yes, please," you respond, desperation seeping into your voice. God, you're just so fucking cute and pretty and, you're all his.

"Okay baby," he coos, slowly easing his cock into you. Gritting his teeth as your slick, velvet walls grip his cock harshly but, he wants to make sure the stretch isn't too much for you all at once.

He quickly covers your mouth with his hand when your moans get a little too loud, worrying him that the two of you might be overhead. Not that he doesn't get it. He has to make a conscious effort to swallow down his own noises from the mind-numbing pleasure of finally being fully inside of you.

"You have to be quiet, Princess," he warns, though any sterness in his voice is severely undercut by how breathless he sounds, even to his own ears.

Your mewl is muffled by his hand, watery eyes locking on his when he begins to thrust into you. He bites down on your shoulder to try his best to silence himself, a guttural groan slipping past his lips when you clench around him particularly hard.

"Yeah, you like this don't you, baby? You were acting so scandalised earlier but, the way your tight pussy is gripping me tells me everything I need to know," he mutters against your skin, leaving soft kisses on the partially visible bite mark left on your shoulder.

Even though his hand is covering your mouth, he can clearly make out your pleads and moans. A few stray tears running down your face.

As much as Chris would love to take his time with you, he didn't want to risk getting caught. He fucked into you hard and fast, hoping against hope noone is around to hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your respective muffled moans.

He was getting close, the sight of your glossy, tear eyes and cleavage jiggling with each of his brutal thrusts certainly wasn't helping.

"You have no idea what seeing you in this fucking dress does to me," he mutters against your throat in between kisses and light nips.

"So fucking pretty. So sexy," he continues on, hissing through his teeth as you tighten around him with each word of praise that falls from his plump lips.

Your hand reaches up to grasp his wrist, trying to signal to him to take his hand off of your mouth. When he does, you pull him into another frenzied kiss. It's all teeth and spit and, Chris hurriedly reaches between your bodies to rub circles against your swollen clit.

Chris tries his best to muffle your whines of 'Daddy' and 'please' and, borderline incoherent moans. His eyes roll into the back of his skull when you cum around him. Your pussy gripping him so tightly that he can barely pull out but, he fucks you through it nonetheless. Cooing praises and encouragement to you as you ride it out, his hand grabbing your thigh as his own climax hits him like a train.

You both moan into each other as Chris's warm, thick cum floods your eager pussy. He shudders as you continue to clench around him all the while, seemingly trying your hardest to milk him for all of his cum.

He resists the urge to just continue lying here with you and sleepily exchanging kisses while you both bask in your respective afterglows. He grimaces as he pulls out of you, desire curling in his as he plugs you with his fingers to prevent any of his cum from leaking out of you. "Chris," you gasp out, your hips jolting against his hand.

"I want you to keep all of my cum inside you," he says with a dark edge to his voice, hurriedly putting your panties in place and pulling his fingers out of you. They're coated with his cum and he feels his sensitive cock twitch when you grasp his hand and put them in your mouth, eagerly licking his essence off of them.

Fuck, he loves you.

— from eden

❝ all my life i've been heading for hell, but never had i thought i'd drag you down as well. ❞

synopsis: god created adam & eve… and then eve fell in love with the snake in her garden.

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

genres: angst, smut, god!au, non idol!au, college!au, past lives, soul bonds

word count: 18.3k

warnings: 18+, religious themes/references, unprotected sex (practice safe sex pls), cheating, marking, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), light corruption kink (reader is a virgin), chan cums inside, slight major character death but he lives don’t worry!

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a/n: the creation story is just a summary of the actual verse or wtv, but the adam & eve story is not the original. this fic's version of "God" is not the version of God that christians or other religions worship. it is simply my take on religion & spirituality. greek mythology and christianity are kind of intertwined here, but it is not a reflection of the actual religions or mythologies that the original stories are from, so with that being said, enjoy! & thank u @yeonjunszn for helping me & betaing for me 🫶🏻 love u (gay) and forever appreciate u. if u didn’t help i’m sure i would have died (real). also! new drinking game ! take a shot whenever Chan tells Cato to shut up!

❝all the fear and the fire of the end of the world, happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl.❞

When God created the universe, he first created light. He separated the light from darkness and called them “Day” and “Night”. Then He made the sky, separating the water with a dome to keep it in two separate places. Then he made the sun and the stars, weaving his essence to light up his beautiful creation to help guide those who will soon live on it. Then He created animals, for both the sky and the water. He blessed them and told them to live in the sea and the sky, to fill the ocean and the earth with bustling cycles of life.

On the last day, he created humans. He created man and woman, and told them to have children so they may produce their own descendants to walk over earth and bring everything into their control. The first two humans he created were Adam and Eve.

He provided them with an abundance of fruits and grains for them to eat in a beautiful garden he called Eden.

In the garden of Eden, they were to fall in love and create many children. Adam was the first one to fall, and Eve pliantly went along with it. 

But, something in Eve felt… empty. Like Adam was not the one she was to be with. Adam was not the one she was to share this beautiful, vast, garden with. But, she wasn’t sure who she was to share this with. Eve knew she couldn’t delve much more into the unsettling pit in her stomach at the thought of her fate already sealed by Adam’s side, as it was not smart to defy God. 

“God knows best,” she would tell herself as she lay with Adam in the garden of Eden.

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I’m dying.

If the blood flowing around him wasn’t enough of a tell, or the way his sight blurs in and out. The heavy rain pelting against his dying body is a desperate, yet pathetic, attempt of the universe trying to save him and wash the red sticky liquid away. His breathing is shallow, hitched. He feels the urge to cry, to mourn the life he’s no longer going to be able to have. He was so close to reaching his goals too, and now they’re all washed up and ruined, like trash washing back up on the shores of beaches he visits. Or, in just a short while it’ll be visited.

“I’m sorry, m—” Chan chokes. “Mom. I did everything I could.”

Just as he is about to slip into eternal sleep, a bright light opens up in the sky. It’s blinding, and warm? 

Why is it so warm? Is this heaven?

Suddenly an otherworldly amount of pressure is pressing on his body, like the weight of the skies is laying flat along where he lays in the road. The air slowly leaves his lungs, deflating like a balloon that wasn’t tied. His entire body relaxes, and he feels himself being pushed further into his body, into his own mind.

Is this really what dying feels like?

—

Chan wakes up in a hospital room. 

His body is aching, and his head is filled with an uncomfortable pressure. Breathing hurts, and he’s sure his ribs are broken. The machine that’s keeping track of his vitals beeps rhythmically, and he lets out a, albeit pained, sigh of relief at it. 

He looks up at the ceiling, like he was looking up towards the heavens and thanking whatever God was gracious enough to let him keep living. 

“Ah! You’re awake!” A voice says, cheerily. A woman in her late thirties is standing in the doorway. Her slick black hair is pulled into a low ponytail, a few strands falling into her face from being up for what Chan presumes to be hours. “I’m your nurse, Eunkyung. I’ll go grab the doctor.” Chan barely has the chance to respond before the nurse leaves, the sound of her shoes squeaking steadily quieting as she hurries down the hallway.

The doctor follows her into the room a few minutes later, inspecting his eyes and the nasty bruising around his ribcage. “Do you remember your name?”

“Bang Chan,” he answers. “Do you know how I got here?”

“You walked yourself here, do you not remember?” The doctor asks, bewilderment encasing his wrinkled face. “You were a sight to see. I don’t know what kind of God has your back but, you should have died last night. It’s quite literally a miracle.”

Chan’s head pounds at the doctor’s words, and he flinches. He pinches the bridge of his nose as an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

“We’ll keep you here for another day or two to see how you’re feeling. Do you have any family we can call?”

“Oh, uh,” Chan looks down at his scraped hands, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “No, I don’t. My emergency contact should be Seo Changbin, though.”

Changbin does make it up to the hospital that same night, with Han Jisung bounding in right behind him. Changbin and Jisung aren’t one to shy away from theatrics, so when they finally enter the room, the younger of the two is loudly shouting in distress as he practically launches himself onto the bed to lay with Chan. 

“Oh, my precious hyung! I can’t believe you almost died!” He wails out, wrapping his arms around Chan’s shoulders and obnoxiously crying out, the sound of his faux wails echoing into the room and piercing Chan’s eardrums and racking his brain even more. 

“Ah, Sung. I love you, but please don’t yell. My head feels like it’s splitting.” He whines out, pinching the bridge of his nose once again. 

“Yeah, the doctor said you have a pretty nasty concussion,” Changbin says. Chan nods, trying his best to move his shoulders to shake the younger boy off, but to no avail. Han Jisung is glued to his side, no matter how much pain it’s bringing to his ribs, but he eventually decides to give up and relaxes in the younger’s hold. Before he can fully relax, though, boney knuckles are making contact with his bicep, which then makes him groan and lurch up, shooting more pain into his torso. He opens his eyes to see that the worry is wiped clean off Changbin’s features, and instead replaced with a feign look of anger. “You idiot! How could you get yourself hit by a car!” Chan flinches at the rising level in the man’s voice. 

“Did we forget that I said my head hurts?” Chan whines. “I don’t even know how it happened. One second I was crossing the street and then the next thing I know I’m laying in the middle of the road.”

“The doctor said you walked here,” Jisung says. “How did you even manage to do that, hyung?”

“Funny thing is, I don’t even remember doing it.”

— 

Chan’s discharged after three days, and given a stern order from Ms. Eunkyung to “take it easy” until his head fully clears. He chuckles to himself, because he knows he’s not exactly going to follow that order. 

Not if he wants food on the table. 

Speaking of food; his fridge is empty. Save for a stick of butter, a gallon of milk Chan is more than a hundred percent sure is expired, and a singular tomato staring at him pitifully. Even the tomato looks like it’s on its last leg, too. He cringes.

Suddenly, his head starts pounding again. He groans, shutting the fridge door and stumbling to his couch where he throws himself down on it. He lets out a pained whine as the pressure in his head builds, and he’s almost convinced his head is going to explode.

“Am I dying for real this time?” Chan whispers to himself. The pressure feels almost familiar, like how it did when he was dying because soon it’s encasing his entire body again and his eyes slip closed.

—

When Chan awakes again, he feels so far away, like he’s not fully in his body.

He must have taken a harder hit to the head than he thought. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, let alone when he moved to his bed. He thinks maybe he should call Minho over to watch him in case he passes out like that again. Maybe he really is dying this time.

Fuck. This isn’t entirely how he wants to go out. Alone, in his shitty apartment with no one around, barely any food in the fridge and nothing to his name that can be tied to any sort of legacy.

Though, he isn’t surprised he’s dying this way. It’s just his luck.

“Can you stop thinking so loud?”

What the fuck.

That was his voice. But he’s sure he wasn’t talking. 

“Oh you mortals and your need to constantly think, think, think!” He feels his palm hit against his temple. 

What..

“You’re not dead, kid. Well, not until I leave this vessel,” He says… to himself. He sighs. “I’m a god. Gotta say, you decided to go and get yourself killed at just the perfect time too. I didn’t even have to find you.”

What?!

“Don’t yell! You echo in my head and it’s giving me a headache!” The god scoffs, rubbing at his temples. “I’ll explain it to you in a second I just…” just then, Chan’s stomach growls and the god groans. “I’m fucking starving. When’s the last time you ate? You mortals love treating your bodies like shit.”

I ate… Wait, what time is it?

“It’s the next morning,” the god responds. 

The next morning?!

“Yes! Gods, stop yelling!” Cato shrieks, gently knocking his fists on the top of his head in an attempt to quiet the human in their shared consciousness. “You were out for quite a while. I was convinced I completely shoved you out of your body. Just my luck I got someone who holds on, though. Tsk.” Chan watches as the god moves his body to sit up in his bed, swinging his legs over to firmly plant them on the ground. He groans, his body is sore and his joints are aching. Chan groans too, still able to feel everything. Just a little more dulled, but he still feels that incessant knot in his neck he’s never been able to get rid of. “You really let this thing get this rickety? How old are you?”

Twenty five.

“So young,” the god says, an almost mournful tone in his voice as he stretches his (their?) arms above his head. He walks out of the tiny bedroom and into the main apartment. “Cute place,” he chuckles. Chan doesn’t respond, as he watches the god look around the small apartment and take in everything. The god’s curious gaze lands on his stack of records, old vinyls he’s collected since he was about fourteen. “Nice collection.”

Thanks. Are you gonna tell me what’s going on now?

“After I feed myself,” the god quips. “So impatient.” He rolls his eyes as he makes his way into the kitchen. Chan doesn’t miss the grimace that paints across his face as the god stares at the stack of dirty dishes in the sink.

Don’t roll my eyes at me.

“I’m piloting this plane right now, so they’re my eyes.” The god snaps. 

Can you at least tell me your name?

“Cato,” the god responds as he opens the fridge. Cato lets out an indignant sound at the sight. The same stick of butter, expired milk, and pathetic tomato are glaring back at them once again. “You have no food, you useless man! How are we supposed to eat!”

I haven’t had the time to go grocery shopping. 

“How have you not died earlier?” Cato asks, sarcastically. 

You’re so not funny.

“It’s still a sensitive topic, I see,” Cato quirks his eyebrows. “Where can we get food?”

There’s a convenience store down the street I usually go to when I’m in between groceries.

“Is this your definition of in between groceries?”

Shut up. I’m a busy guy. 

Cato doesn’t respond as he goes and gets himself dressed. He pauses putting on the tee shirt he chose to look in the mirror the human has hanging on his wall. He’s bruised heavily on his torso and his face is scraped up. He and the god both grimace at the damage done to his body. “How did you even manage to do this?”

It’s not like I was playing chicken with the car. It just happened.

“You got hit? And they didn’t take you to the hospital?” Cato presses down on the bruise along his ribcage, which sends a sharp pain to crawl up his spine. Chan whimpers quietly in his head at the touch. Cato whimpers out loud. “That’s why I had to walk us there myself.”

That’s usually what entails in a hit and run. Stop touching it! That hurts. Wait – you were the one that took me to the hospital?

“Yeah. I was in a lot of pain… You can feel that?” Cato asks, eyebrow raised as he looks in the mirror. He presses on it again. Chan lets out a whine.

Yes. It hurts. A lot. My ribs are broken. I don’t know if you remember, but that’s what the doctor said. At the hospital. That you walked me to.

“You lost a lot of blood last night,” Cato says. “I don’t know how I managed to heal your cracked skull but not the bruises and your ribs. But also, this isn’t just your body you stupid mortal. It’s mine, too.” Chan sighs, annoyed.

Maybe they weren’t life threatening? 

“No, it’s not that,” Cato murmurs. He places a finger on his chin, eyebrows scrunched as he racks his brain (or, his borrowed brain) for an answer. His stomach growls again. “Oh, man. I can barely think. Food first, everything else later. Oh, and try not to talk to me. I don’t wanna look like a weirdo talking to myself on the street.”

You could just not respond out loud.

Go fuck yourself.

Walking to the convenience store was quick. The cold winds nip at Cato’s nose, painting it a delicate shade of red by the time he enters the store. The heat from inside the building wraps him in a hug, thawing his frozen nose and hands as he steps in almost instantly. The store itself is small, maybe four aisles at best with a line of freezers and fridges lining the back wall. There’s a table with a microwave and two two-seater tables next to it. 

Cute.

The old lady that owns it gives me a discount because I help her stock sometimes. 

That’s called a job. 

I don’t work here. 

But you do — whatever I’m not arguing with a stupid mortal. 

Didn’t know God can get hangry. 

I’m not “God”, I’m a God. Did you not hear me when I made that exact distinction when you woke up earlier?

I see I’ve hit a nerve.

It’s like if I called you an animal when you’re a human. It’s rude. 

To whom?

To me! And to the big man himself, but that’s not who we’re concerned about right now.

Sorry, God.

Are you not going to apologize to me?

No.

“Fucking mortals.” Cato whispers under his breath as he walks the aisles.

I heard that. 

You were meant to!

“Chan?” a soft, pretty voice speaks out from next to him. Cato whips his head to find a girl. She has a look of uncertainty on her face, but once she realizes it actually is who she thought, a bright smile paints across her angelic face. “Hey! Missed you in class yesterday.”

Cato stands there, shell shocked. His mouth drops open and he’s standing there, gawking at her for a full ten seconds. For some reason, after seeing this girl, a hole feels as if it’s torn open in his chest, where his heart should be. It’s painful. Raw, carnal pain shoots through his chest and it makes his eye twitch.

Answer her, idiot! Don’t make me look stupid!

“Oh!” Cato sounds out, plastering a nervous smile on his face. “Hey, you…”

Y/n. Her name is Y/n.

Y/n. Why does that sound so…familiar?

“Hey?” You say, confusion lacing your voice. The confusion is wiped away once your eyes settle on the scrapes along his jawline and eyebrow, concern replacing it instead. An attentive hand reaches up and carasses against his cheek, and both Cato and Chan have stopped breathing. They both can feel how their cheeks heat up at your touch. Cato has half a mind to flinch away, and he does. Your hand retracts immediately, your mouth pulling to the side in regret for accidentally hurting him. In truth, you didn’t touch him. But the heat of your hand so close to his skin felt as if it was burning. Your pretty eyes are filled to the brim with worry, and you ask, “What happened to your face? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just took a pretty nasty fall last night,” Cato responds, sheepishly. He scratches the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile. “That's why I wasn’t in class yesterday. Had to go to the hospital and get my head checked out.”

“Oh, that’s awful! I’m glad you’re okay, though!” You respond, your bright smile coming back to your face, though it is tainted with worry still. “Since you missed class, we were partnered together for a project. Maybe we can meet and I can go over the notes and the project with you? Or I can just… send them to you.”

Tell her we can meet tonight. 

What happened to ‘taking it easy’?

Chan only laughs in response.

“I’m down to meet you tonight, if that’s okay.” Cato smiles down at you. 

“Yeah, for sure!” You chirp. “I’ll see you at your studio tonight, then? I get off work at seven!” 

Studio?

Y/n and I major in music production. 

“Cool, I’ll see you there.” Cato responds. You give him a wave goodbye, making your way up to the cashier to check out your things. Cato was so in shock he didn’t even notice you were carrying anything. 

His stomach growls. He groans quietly. 

For someone who had such a sense of urgency over eating, you sure are taking a long time to get something to eat. 

Will you shut the fuck up?

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❝i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door.❞

As Eve bore child after child for Adam, for the earth, that pit she so desperately tried to bury in her stomach grew bigger. More insistent. She watches as more and more of her children experience many things she didn’t get to; exploring, meeting, falling in love with who they choose and so on and so forth. 

As much as she hates to say it, let alone even let it into her heart, she resents her children. She resents Adam. She resents the life that the strings of fate have weaved for her, as she watches her children experience the freewill that God gifted them. Yet she and Adam are forced to simply be their means to an end, to push their future generations along so the human race may flourish. 

As she sits in the garden, weaving a crown of flowers and singing a song she does not think has been orchestrated yet, the stream she sits in front of singing quietly with her, a snake slithers up to her. It’s beautiful brown scales and equally as beautiful brown, slitted eyes glint etherally in the early morning sun. She extends a gentle hand towards it, its forked tongue stretching out to slide across her fingers curiously. She giggles at the ticklish sensation, watching with her own curiosity as he climbs up her forearm and upwards so its head rests gently against her naked shoulder. 

She goes back to weaving the stems, the soft melody she hums lulling the snake to sleep against her shoulder.

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So, I’m… your vessel?

“Correct,” Cato responds, watching the electric kettle impatiently. Cato had finally decided on food after you left, a bowl of ramen and a couple seaweed snack packages he managed to find in Chan’s desolate cabinet. Seriously, why doesn’t this guy have any sense of care for himself? “Every God and angel has a vessel on earth in case we need to come down.”

Can you just not come down in the way you look?

“No. Our heavenly form will drive an ordinary person insane,” the god lets out a small noise of glee once the kettle settles, indicating it’s finally done heating the water. Humans, as stupid as they can be sometimes (he’s looking at Chan, specifically), they sure have made quite a few amazing inventions. Just like this kettle. He’s absolutely enamored with it. “We originally weren’t supposed to have access to earth. We were just supposed to observe from the heavens.”

But?

“But, there’s just some things the Big Man dangles in front of you and you take the bait,” Cato pours the water in the bowl of ramen, watching as the spices he added immediately dissolve in the scolding liquid. He chuckles in amusement to himself as he recloses the paper lid, laying a pair of chopsticks over it to keep it closed. “Hey, how long should this sit for?”

Like two or three minutes. What do you mean by bait?

“A lot of god’s fell in love with mortals on earth,” Cato answers. “You ever read any Greek mythology stories? Apollo and Hyacinthus. Eros and Psyche. So on and so forth.”

I mean, yeah, but, I didn’t think they were real or anything.

“Oh, they’re definitely real,” the god chuckles. “Apollo and I are friends, actually.”

No way! So, like, is every God from every religion real, then?

“Yeah.” Cato shrugs. He takes the chopsticks off and rips the paper cover off of the bowl, excitedly using the chopsticks to stir the broth and noodles around.

So, why did you come to earth?

Cato pauses. He’s standing in the middle of the kitchen like an idiot, frozen in real time as he stares dumbfounded into the bowl of noodles. Why… Why did he come to earth?

Hello? Earth to Cato? Your food is gonna get cold.

“Oh, right,” Cato shakes his head to rid him of his internal struggle. “I… I don’t know why I came to earth. I don’t seem to remember.” He manages to make his way to Chan’s kitchen table, which is just a small round table with two rickety chairs in the corner of his living room.

So do vessels usually die before god’s possess them?

“No, not usually – ah! Fuck, that’s still hot,” Cato whines, sticking his burned tongue out and waving air onto it with his fingers. Chan’s laugh echoes in his head, and he makes an offended noise from the back of his throat as he continues fanning his tongue.

So, me dying the same time you came down was just… pure luck? 

“Yeah,” Cato makes sure to blow cold air onto the noodles this time. “I mean, lucky for me. Not so much for you.”

What’s gonna happen when you leave?

“You’ll probably die.”

But you healed me? Shouldn’t that stay when you leave?

Cato shrugs. “Don’t know. You’re technically not even supposed to be conscious like this, either. I’m supposed to have full control of your vessel if I possess it.” 

Comforting.

It’s silent after that. Cato is grateful Chan has stopped playing twenty questions. It gives Cato’s one track mind a way to fully focus on his food and not about the fact that he does not remember why he’s even here in the first place. But it’s not like he can just go back up to the heavens and ask someone. As annoying as he is, he quite likes the human that’s his vessel. It’s a shame that once the god is done on earth, Chan’s fatal wounds will most likely come back full force.

Cato hopes he’s able to leave fast enough to not have to witness it.

After Cato ate, Chan was insistent on switching when it came time for his meet with you later in the evening. It took a lot of bickering back and forth, but once Chan got it through the stubborn god’s head that you would know something was off with him (that didn’t have to do with his head injury) the second Cato opened his, in Chan’s words, “big dumb mouth”.

“Why do we have to pass out to switch?” Chan asks as he steps out of the shower. 

Do you always have this many questions? Gods, I feel like I’m speaking to a toddler. 

Chan copies his words in a silly voice, rolling his eyes as he does so. “Sue me for wanting to know how to work my body with someone else camping in it.” 

The way you said that just sounds so… weird. 

“And a god possessing a human body is just a regular Tuesday, right?” the human jokes. 

For us, yeah. 

“Shut the fuck up, Cato,” Chan chuckles, shaking his head in faux annoyance. He stands in front of the bathroom mirror and runs his fingers through his thick curls. For some reason his stomach is buzzing at the thought of being in his studio with you. 

Why are you so nervous to see y/n?

Chan’s cheeks heat up. “I’m not,” he mutters.

You know I can feel everything, right?

Chan doesn’t respond, too afraid that his voice might way to just how flustered he is. It’s true he finds you very attractive, and your personalities mesh well together. You both have a lot in common and since the day he met you he’s felt a weird, otherworldly pull towards you. “You said her name was familiar to you. Why?” Cato doesn’t respond for a minute, and Chan almost wonders if the god even heard him ask. “Cato?”

I… I don’t know. Just when you said it it just felt like deja vu for some reason. How long have you been friends?

“Since she started college,” Chan replies. “She’s like two years below me.”

Chan doesn’t miss the weird boulder that settles in his stomach. But for some reason, it feels distant. Like it’s not his boulder.

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❝apollo showed me the sun. told me not to fly too close or else i would be one with the people on the land.❞

The snake visited Eve in the garden everyday, in the same spot, resting its head on her naked shoulder as she weaved crown after crown of flowers every day, humming the same tune. It became a routine, and then it became something for Eve to look forward to. She finally had something for herself! Adam was out every day for most of it hunting so Eve spent a lot of time with this serpent. 

She couldn’t place her finger on why, but when she was alone, weaving her flowers, with the snake on her shoulder, she’d talk. Like word vomit, she vented about her unhappiness in the garden and her jealousy towards her children being able to explore the vast earth and experience things she will never have the privilege to. For she was cursed to stay here, day after day, weaving her flowers in the garden, and bearing more and more children for a man she felt absolutely nothing for. Even the garden, once vibrant and vast to Eve, was now growing dull and shrinking in on her. She feels trapped, she’d say. Her world was dying, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

“Why me?” She asked the snake one day. “Why did I have to be the first one made? Why do I have to carry this responsibility? Why wasn’t I asked first? Where’s my freewill?” 

The snake nuzzles its head, like it was gesturing that it was listening to her. “I wish you were a person,” Eve whispered. “Maybe then I’d have someone who gets me.”

The serpent nuzzles its head again. Eve’s eyes well with hot tears. 

She’s so lonely. 

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Chan is reeling. 

It’s hotter in his studio than usual. It’s definitely not because you’re alone with him in his studio and for some reason that’s making him more flustered than usual. Definitely not. He’s definitely not noticing the perfume you used, or the way your fingers flit over your laptop keys almost elegantly, the click of the keys echoing in his ears. He also most definitely was not looking at how your thighs look sitting in his extra chair, or how your dainty necklace falls on your neck, the charm brushing against the low collar of your tee shirt. 

You’re sweating profusely right now. Calm down, you pervert.

Shut up, Cato. I feel like I can barely breathe right now. 

Yeah, I know. That’s why I said calm down, pervert. Did you not hear me?

“Are you okay, Chan?” You ask him, concern washing over your pretty features as he tugs on the collar of his shirt for the fourth time in thirty seconds. “Do you want to cut this short and meet another day? You don’t look so good.” 

Chan all but stops breathing when your delicate hand reaches up and presses gently against his forehead. Your hand is cold, and it works to cool his heated skin almost immediately. His eyes fall close, and he lets out a heavy sigh. “No, I’m okay,” he says, opening his eyes again and giving you a gentle smile. He watches as your cheeks flush the slightest bit. “Just needed a second is all.”

“Let’s take a break, yeah?” You say, closing your laptop as an excuse to not look at him for a second. Chan nods, and then it’s quiet for a minute. Neither of you know how to act around each other. Sure, you were friends but you weren’t best friends. Chan and you also never really hung out one on one; it was really always you, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung or anyone else in your classes. While he didn’t consider everyone to be his friends, always keeping to his close knit circle, he did know a lot of people, and those people also happened to know you. So it was never the right time to get know you by yourselves. “So… Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?” You puff your cheek out, shyly. Chan can’t help but let the smile stretch across his face.

“What’s there about me you wanna know?” He asks. Your cheeks flush again, and you scramble to keep your hands busy, opting to twirl your pen between your fingers. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “We’ve known each other for so long but I don’t think we’ve ever really had the chance to actually know each other.”

He nods. “You’re right,” he sucks in a breath, letting his gaze fall towards his desktop as he thinks of what to tell you. “Well, I was born in Australia.”

“Yeah, I know that,” you giggle. “You and Felix talk about it all the time. What’s it like there?”

“Hot,” he chuckles, shrugging. “It’s beautiful, really. All my family is still there so there’s… like this part of me that’s still there with them, if you get what I’m trying to say.” Chan lets out another breathy laugh, suddenly embarrassed. 

“I think I do,” you say, nodding your head. “Like a piece of you is missing because it’s back home?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Chan says. “I miss it sometimes.”

“I bet. It must have been hard moving here all by yourself.”

“I mean yeah, but… I don’t know, as much as Australia is my home, this is also home, you know? I love what I do and I’ve found my people. So it makes up for the part of me I left at home,” you both nod along to his words, small smiles shyly turning up your mouths. “What about you?”

“Well,” you sigh, still twiddling with the pen. Your leg starts shaking. “I’m from here.”

“Yeah, I know that.” Chan copies your words, which brings out a giggle from you. His heart lurches. 

I felt that. 

Shut up. 

“I don’t know, I…” you trail off, letting yourself think of what you wanna say. “My moms a school teacher and my dads a realtor, so we’re well off on my dad’s money. They’re kinda the… traditional, married at nineteen, had me at twenty, church every sunday, and have a certain plan for their daughter kind of people.”

“And?”

You shrug. “For the most part I went along with what they wanted me to do. Perfect grades, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend that I’ll one day have to marry and continue the cycle,” Chan doesn’t miss the way his eye twitches at the mention of a boyfriend. “But, I really rocked the boat when I said I wanted to go into music production.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s… Well they say it’s unrealistic,” you sigh. “I’ve always loved music, and when my perfect, middle class family life got to be too much pressure to uphold, it comforted me. I taught myself all the instruments I know.”

“Impressive.” He chuckles. 

“Right?” You giggle along with him. Chan decides he really likes that sound. “But, they expected me to almost go into something… I don’t know, easy? Something that will let me rely on Seojun when we eventually get married.” 

“Do you want to get married?” Chan asks, eyebrow raising a little. Your fingers stop twiddling with the pen and your leg goes still for just a second before it picks up again. 

“Honestly? No,” you say. “It’s just not something I feel like is for me. Of course, I want to spend the rest of my life with someone but I don’t need a piece of paper or an expensive ring to solidify that I love them and they love me.”

“How long have you been with Seojun?” Chan almost feels the bile that coats the man’s name as he says it. 

“Three years,” you answer. “My dad is business partners with his dad and we met at a company party and it just kind of… I don’t know, happened.” You shrug.

“Is he in college too?” You nod your head yes.

“He’s in finance,” you glance over at him. “He’s actually almost done. He’ll be working under his dad after he graduates. His dad is also paying for his real estate classes after he graduates so he can sell commercial properties.” 

It’s quiet again, and your leg is still shaking. Your face, now pointedly looking away from him, holds a sort of… loneliness. And almost a hint of regret for even saying what you did out loud. 

Don’t ask that. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Chan interrupts the heavy silence, and pointedly ignoring Cato’s warning. You hum, letting yourself look at him again. The loneliness he saw on your face floods your eyes. It’s almost overwhelming. “And you can tell me if I’ve crossed the line and we’ll never talk about this again.” 

Don’t ask that. 

“What is it?”

“Do you… like Seojun?” 

And you asked it. I cannot believe you.

Your face falls, but it doesn’t morph into anger like he thought it would. You don’t yell at him, or tell him to mind his business and storm out. He doesn’t know why he was expecting you to lash out at him like that, though. Call it anxiety, he guesses. Instead, that loneliness intensifies — if that was even possible. You’re quiet for a minute, almost like you were deciding to lie to him or if you were about to spill something he’s not sure he — or you — would know what to do with.

“He’s nice,” you settle on. “We don’t have that much in common, but he treats me well.” 

I don’t like that answer. 

Neither do I.

Chan only nods, though.

“Should we get back to it, then?” You ask, your mouth turned into a tight lipped smile. 

“Yeah.” He smiles.

You both delve into a rhythm of bouncing ideas off each other, and the building almost obsessively on the idea you both really like. Chan doesn’t know why he hasn’t worked with you before this, you’re so smart and your ideas are so unique and full of life. He can really see your love for music and the creative process behind making it. His heart flutters a bit at the thought that you both share this pure love for music in the same way.

“Do you wanna maybe meet again tomorrow?” You ask as you pack up your stuff. By the time you both decide to call it quits, it’s nearing one in the morning. He walks with you to your dorm, and he can’t help but smile shyly at the hopeful look in your angelic eyes. You're holding onto your tote bags strap that sits comfortably on your shoulder. He sees you shiver a little, and then only notices the pathetic little jacket you decided to wear despite it being less than forty degrees outside. He fights giving you his jacket. He would, normally without hesitation, but after learning you have a boyfriend he doesn’t want to cross any boundaries, no matter how cute he thinks you would look swimming in his hoodie.

Down boy, down.

Will you stop?

I’ll stop when you stop being such a male.

“We can go to the cafe on campus after class,” Chan suggests. You nod, giving him a bigger smile at his words. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you say. Your eyes glint with excitement as you nod your head. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Will do.” He reassures you as you open the main door to your dorm and walk in. He waves to you from outside and then steps off the porch, walking down the lit walkway, unable to erase the smile from his face.

You like her.

“Shut up,” he sputters out. “She’s always been in my sights, and I always thought she was cute. We just never had the chance to bond like that before. Changbin or Jisung are always usually with us, or my other friends.”

Too bad she’s someone else’s.

Chan rolls his eyes. Quietly, though, he wonders what would have happened had he met you before you met Seojun. Would you be his? Would you be happier with him?

Cato heard those too.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

❝didn’t know my world was dark until you came.❞

Eve sits in her usual spot, weaving her flowers once more. It’s another day, but this time she’s by herself. The snake hasn’t showed up yet, but she hopes it's on its way now. She tries not to let herself get too upset over not having her usual companion today, but she can’t help it. This newfound routine of her weaving flowers and talking to the snake while he rested peacefully on her arm has brought her more happiness than anything else in the garden – even the entire world – could.

So when a day turns into two, and then turns into three, then seven, her mood worsens. Even Adam, as unobservant as he is, noticed her change in mood. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong though, of course he doesn’t. As much as he claims to love her, to cherish her with his entire earthly being and his heavenly soul, he never seems to notice her until he wants to bend her over in the grass and give her another baby. Or two. Or three.

On the eighth day, when Eve is back at her favorite spot, weaving flower stems, a frown on her lips, a man approaches from out of the brush. It’s a man she has never seen before, but he is beautiful. Chocolate brown eyes and pretty brown hair to match with them, he gives her a gentle smile. “Hi,” he says. “You might not recognize me.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” Eve says, on guard. She’s covering her body, cautious. “You’re not one of my children. So who are you?”

“I– I’m the snake,” he says. “My name is Cato. I’m a god.”

“Cato,” Eve repeats, the name swirling around her tongue pleasantly. “That means all-knowing.”

“Yes.”

“So, why did you come to me as a snake and not as yourself, Cato?” She asks, sitting up straighter against the tree behind her. “Why not show yourself to me from the start instead of deceiving me?”

“Forgive me, my dear,” he bows his head in apology. “I did not have an earthly body, and my heavenly form would have scared you. I transformed myself into a snake to meet you, and until my earthly body was ready. I am sorry for tricking you.” His eyes, his beautiful eyes, shine with genuine regret.

“What do you want from me?” She asks.

“Forgive me if I sound weird,” he starts. “But I was there when God made you. You are so beautiful, I will never understand how he did not make you an angel. Alas, I fell for you. And then before I could say anything, he sent you down here with Adam. And I had no way of meeting you anymore.” 

“You…” she trails off. “Fell? For me?”

“Yes, my angel,” he says, walking closer and settling himself on his knees before her. “I fell for you. You have my heart. And if you let me, I would love to have yours.” The god takes her delicate hand into his, running his thumb over her knuckles. His hands engulf hers, long, spindly fingers holding hers with such love, such gentleness that she’s never felt from Adam’s rough, calloused hands. 

She finds her heart fluttering at his honey coated words.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

When Chan gets home from dropping you off at your dorm, he remembers to send you a quick text before he retires into bed. 

When he sleeps that night, he dreams. He dreams of him, in an earlier time, walking with you through a beautiful garden.

Your cream colored dress encases your body so elegantly, and the way you wore your hair out of your face yet still cascading down your back makes you look so… ethereal. Your arms are linked together, and he can’t help but stare at the side of your angelic face as you giggle at something he says. “You are a character, Mr. Bang,” you say in between giggles. “I sure am glad you came home from the war, alive and healthy.”

“I am too,” he says, his own smile unable to leave his face. “It’s just a shame I couldn’t marry you before I left. I hope Lord Emroy is treating you well, though, and giving you everything you could ever want.”

Your smile falters, and your gaze flitters away from him. Loneliness fills your pretty eyes and you quiet for a second. “He does treat me well, Chan,” you glance up at him for a quick second before your eyes cast down to the ground once more.``But that does not mean I am happy with him.”

“I see,” is all he responds with, his own smile falling. 

“Why did you not marry me?” You ask, voice wavering.

He sighs, stopping your walk and placing himself in front of you. He takes your hands in his, giving them a squeeze. “I wanted to marry you, I still want to marry you. But, I could not let you wait for me, for if I were to not have come back, I would have made you a widow, and you did not deserve that. You are beautiful, Y/n. And you deserve to have the chance to have a long, healthy, and loving marriage.”

“My marriage is anything but loving,” you say bitterly, tears welling in your eyes. “Sure, he doesn’t belittle me like other husbands, but it is not a marriage forged out of love, Chan. It was a business transaction. I was property he wished to buy,” a single tear falls down your cheek, down your neck and soaking through the neckline of your gown. His heart breaks at seeing you cry. He cups your face, letting his thumb wipe the tears falling from your eyes away.“He will never love me the way you did.”

“I am sorry, y/n.”

“I would have waited for you,” you continue. “I would have waited lifetimes for you.”

He wakes up in the morning, confused. The sadness he felt within the dream stays with him as he gets ready for the day, unable to shake the sinking feeling in his stomach. It’s uncomfortable, and he tries to get it to go away by saying to himself in the bathroom mirror, “it’s just a dream. Why are you so upset about it?”

Upset about what?

“Oh,” Chan says, startled by Cato’s questioning voice in his head. “Just… A weird dream. It’s nothing.”

Whatever you say, human.

Chan doesn’t respond, brushing his teeth in a tense, perturbed, silence.

—

Classes were dragging. He’s unable to fully pay attention to what his professors are saying because he can’t get the dream out of his head. Why did it feel so… real? And familiar? Like it's actually happened before? And the loneliness in your eyes from the dream matched the loneliness he saw in them last night when you were talking about Seojun. 

Your thinking is echoing and it’s annoying me. What was the dream about?

A nicer way of asking “what’s wrong” is just asking what’s wrong, you know.

Chan’s eyes roll, but he doesn’t do it himself.

Don’t roll my eyes for me, I’m the one in control right now.

Sorry, I just had to show you my annoyance somehow. 

This time, Chan does roll his eyes. 

“Hyung?” Minho whispers from next to him, tapping his pen against the older man’s forearm. “Are you okay? You keep rolling your eyes.”

Damn, were they that dramatic?

Roll your eyes quieter next time, idiot.

You’re the idiot.

“I’m okay,” Chan reassures quietly. “Just trying to keep them from falling shut.”

“Did you not get enough sleep again? Do I need to start coming over and knocking you out?” Minho balls his hand into a fist, and it takes everything in Chan to not laugh at his friends' antics. Before he can respond, though, their professor clears his throat in annoyance, giving them a glare from his spot in front of the lecture hall. They exchange embarrassed glances before going back to listening to the lecture. 

He quickly makes eye contact with you from a few seats in front of him, and he watches in amusement as you scramble to face completely forward, flustered that he caught you staring at him. He exhales a laugh at your antics, shaking his head slightly as he goes back to typing on his laptop.

Cute. 

Yeah.

After class ends, and Chan’s packing up his stuff, you walk up to him, your tote bag over your shoulder, giving him a shy smile.  “You ready?” 

Minho wiggles his eyebrows at Chan, and he tries not to notice how his cheeks flush at his younger friends' antics. “Yeah, let’s go,” he responds. He turns to Minho, who’s giving him a raised eyebrow. “See you around, Min.”

“Yeah,” the younger male responds. “Bye, y/n!” He waves her a goodbye, of which you copy quite excitedly. The corner of Chan’s lip turns up into a small smile at your antics towards the other male. He knows that out of their whole group, you seem to be closest with Minho and Hwang Hyunjin, always seeing you three together in passing. He wonders if you two will start getting closer, even after the project is finished. He hopes so. He doesn’t think he can go about just being casual to each other – especially after last night's conversation.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Your voice breaks through his thoughts, causing him to shake his head a bit in response. 

Good going, idiot.

Shut up, Cato. As if you’ve done any better with her. Remember the convenience store?

This isn’t about me right now.

He fights rolling his eyes. “No reason,” he answers you. “Come on, let’s get some coffee.”

The cafe he took you to is the one right across the street from the building your class was held in. It used to be a house, now repurposed as a cafe, and it has the perfect homey feel to it to help you feel comfortable and relaxed as you picked a seat in one of the upstairs rooms that has a couple tables in each of them for a little more privacy. The morning sun is shining brightly into the window, and Chan can’t help but let out a small chuckle to himself as he watches the way you squint from the sun as you try and look out the window. “Should I close the blind?” He asks as he sits across from you, pushing your tea to your side. 

“No,” you say as you happily pick up the cup. You blow on your tea to cool it down, and Chan can’t help but let his smile grow at the way your cheeks puff out dramatically when you blow on the drink. “I like sunbathing. Minho’s cats and I will lay on our bellies together in front of the big windows in his living room.”

“I’d love to see that sometime,” he laughs out. He doesn’t miss the way your cheeks flush and you giggle shyly in response. “I’m sure Min has a plethora of pictures of it.”

“Don’t tell him I told you but,” you start, taking a sip of your tea. “He joins us.”

“Somehow I really don’t doubt that.”

You fall into a rhythm once more over your project, and after a couple hours, you both decide to take a break. 

“So, are you seeing anyone?” You ask him out of nowhere, now sipping on a second cup of tea. Chan chokes on his coffee, but he quickly covers it up by clearing his throat.

Cato laughs. Nice one.

Shut the fuck up, Cato.

“No, I’m not,” Chan answers, taking a more cautious sip now. “I’ve never actually been in a serious relationship.”

“Oh?” you say, quizzically. “So, you’ve never had a girlfriend?”

“No, I have.” He answers, his cheeks heating. He doesn’t understand why he’s so flustered with your questions, even if they did come out of nowhere. Well, he does understand why. He just doesn’t wanna say it out loud. 

They weren’t y/n, though, right, Channie boy?

Cato, I swear to God.

Don’t bring the Big Man into this.

“But?” You inquire.

“But,” he copies. “They just didn’t work out. We wanted different things.” He shrugs, and you nod in understanding. “Why the sudden interest in my love life, y/n?” The teasing lilt to his voice causes you to stammer out, falling (rather cutely) over your words, trying your best to come up with a reason. Chan chuckles at the rattled expression on your face.

You know why she’s asking.

I don’t.

Don’t be stupid, Chan.

Chan fights a scoff at the god’s words, not wanting to give you the wrong impression. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to explain who’s camping in his consciousness with him without taking a trip to the nearest psych ward. 

‘Man claims God lives in him’ has been a headline I’ve seen too much in the time humans have existed.

I wonder why.

Before Chan can continue the conversation he has with you (more like redirect it so he doesn’t have to admit to his commitment issues), something – or someone – catches your attention from behind him. The way your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and a flash of disdain that goes away as fast as it showed up cause Chan to turn around. A man is seating himself in the room across the hall, a blonde girl at his side as they laugh at something the man says. He turns back around to see that you’re still looking at them. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, that’s Seojun,” you say. Chan’s stomach drops, turning back around at the exact time Seojun turns to look at the two of you. Something flashes across the other man’s face, but it’s gone before Chan can even fully register what it is.

Seojun turns to the blonde next to him, before he turns back and starts walking towards their table. Seojun is… wow, is he tall. And buff. Chan almost feels intimated.

Oh great, here comes the jolly green giant.

Chan has to force himself to not laugh at Cato’s comment as he turns back to you. You give him a weird face, which he decides to ignore.

Cato, please.

I’m just saying. Why is God so unfair when he makes you humans? He could have given Seojun’s extra height to you.

Stop it!

No one needs to be that tall is all I’m saying.

“What are you doing here, babe?” Seojun asks as he stands next to you at the table, a rushed lilt to his voice. Almost like he’S panicking. Chan watches your face as it drops, the tight lipped smile you give to your boyfriend is clear to no one but him. “Who’s this?”

“This is Chan,” you answer. “He’s my partner for a project.”

“Hey. I’m her boyfriend, Seojun,” the other man says, outstretching his hand for Chan to take. He does, giving it a firm shake and a quick head nod in greeting. “Though, I’m sure you’ve already heard of me.”

Arrogant.

Tell me about it.

“Oh, I’ve heard plenty,” Chan responds, the snark in his voice subtle enough that it seems like a genuine compliment. “She said you were in finance.”

“Oh, yeah,” Seojun answers. “It’s gonna help out a lot, money wise. This girl right here wants a big wedding. Isn’t that right, babe?” 

Chan’s eye twitches as he looks to you for your response. Your smile is that of discomfort, tight lipped as you rigidly nod your head, not making eye contact with Chan.

“Who are you with?” You ask, changing the subject as you strain your neck to look into the next room. “Is that Aecha?”

Seojun’s face drops. “Oh, uh, no. That's my project partner,” he answers quickly. “We have a business plan due in a couple weeks so we’re meeting to get it done early.”

“Oh, okay,” you say simply. Your eyes stay on the girl in the other room, squinting a little in suspicion.“I didn’t know you had a project.”

“Yeah,” Seojun rubs his neck, almost nervously. “Well, I should get back to her. I’ll leave you two alone, now. Don’t forget about the dinner with our parents tomorrow.”

“How could I,” you mutter as he starts walking away. “I’ll see you later.”

Chan’s almost grateful that Seojun didn’t kiss you. It seems you look grateful he didn’t, too. He can’t help but notice the way your mood instantly sours after Seojun leaves, though you try not to show it too much. You give him a forced smile. “Shall we continue with our project then?” You ask him, your voice pitches higher towards the end, and Chan knows you’re uncomfortable.

I don’t like him.

Neither do I.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

❝i could die in your arms.❞

Eve is giggling.

She’s resting her head on the soft grass that encases her body, the edges of the blades tickling against her naked waist. Cato lays next to her, chuckling along with her. “So,” she starts as she sits up on her side, picking a flower from the field and rolling it between her fingers gently. “If your name means all-knowing… Does that mean you’re a god of knowledge?”

Cato quiets. Eerily quiet. In the short time Eve has known him as his humanly self, he is never short of words. He always has a story or a joke to tell, Eve wonders how his puny human lungs can even hold that much air for him to talk so much. So, for him to go as quiet as he did, she worries. 

“Did I say something to upset you?” she asks, her delicate fingers stopping its movements. He also sits up on his side, letting his long fingers brush through the front of her hair as a small smile encases his beautiful face. 

“No, my angel,” he responds. “You could never do anything to upset me,” his thumb swiped gently across her bottom lip, and then down her chin before his hand fell back to his side. Eve feels her face heat up. “I’m not the god of knowledge, as you might think. Actually… I’m a calamity god.”

Eve doesn’t respond. “Like… the flood? That kind of calamity?”

He nods. “I was ordered to flood the earth myself.”

“It killed everyone…” Eve whispers, widened eyes filled with tears. “Why?”

“God is…” Cato trails, unsure if he should continue. His eyes, so beautiful and such a deep color, cascade down to glare at the grass blades dancing in the wind, unbeknownst to them that a god is staring them down with a look of disdain on his expression. Eve can see the regret and the anger in his eyes as he stares down at the earth beneath them. Eve wishes she can rid him of the hatred he feels for himself.

He doesn’t have to say anything, though. Because Eve knows how God is. She knows how He is all too well. For she, too, has been forced to be things she does not wish to be, solely because the person who created her says so. Her own eyes well with tears. Tears of anger and sadness, for both her and Cato. She doesn’t think anyone on this damned planet will ever understand them the way they do each other.

“Did you want to?” She asks. Cato shakes his head.

“I didn’t have a choice,” he adds. “It’s what I was created for. To bring destruction.”

“I think you’re more than what you were meant for.” She says, a smile on her face. 

Eve doesn’t expect it, but the god starts crying. And as he cries, she cradles him in her arms, brushing her fingers through his curly hair. “You are good, Cato,” she whispers in his ear, letting her lips ghost gently against the shell of it. “It does not matter what you have done, you are good.”

She presses a gentle kiss to his temple as his wails echo in the garden.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

Chan doesn’t hear from you all weekend. You weren’t in class Friday morning, and you haven’t answered any of his messages since before your dinner with your parents. He hasn’t thought much of it. He assumed you had a late night on Thursday and just skipped class the next morning because you were nursing a hangover. 

“Hey, have you heard from y/n?” Minho asks him Monday afternoon, when their whole group is sitting at a table in the cafeteria. “I’m only asking because you two have been… close recently.”

His cheeks flush as he watches his other friends look at him with widened eyes and agape mouths. “Uh, no I haven’t. I was actually just gonna ask you the same thing.”

“Didn’t she have dinner with her parents on Thursday?” Jeongin asks. Chan nods in response. “Last I heard from her was when she was asking me which outfit was appropriate for the dinner, she didn’t seem like she wanted to go, though.”

“Yeah, she was texting our group chat during it and she wasn’t having a very good time. But she never usually does with her parents involved.” Hyunjin adds, taking a bite of his noodles. 

“What group chat? I didn’t get anything in our group chat,” Jisung whines, opening his phone to double check. 

“Me, y/n, Minho hyung and Felix all have a separate group chat together,” Hyunjin answers casually. “She was texting in there.”

Chan tunes them out as Jisung and Changbin start whining that they want a group chat with you, but all Chan can focus on is how you’ve gone completely silent since Wednesday. 

“Hey, hyung,” Felix says, getting the older man’s attention by waving his small hand in front of his face. “Don’t worry about y/n. She’s okay. She goes ghost like this sometimes, especially after an event with her parents. She’ll come back around soon, she just needs to recharge.”

“Are you mad at her for not answering you?” Minho questions, eyebrow raised. The younger male looked as if he was waiting for Chan to answer the wrong way. 

“No, of course not. Why would I be?” Chan shakes his head in response. “I was just worried. We’ve just… been talking a lot recently and I wasn’t sure if I did something to upset her or anything.”

“I don’t think you could ever do anything to upset her.” Felix mutters, and Chan watches in confusion as he and Hyunjin both share a knowing look with one another. Minho elbows Hyunjin in the ribs. 

It means she likes you, idiot. 

Do you know how to be nice?

Chan doesn’t get any response from you until Tuesday night. A simple “can i come over?” was all you sent him.

Now, he’s panickedly cleaning his apartment while he waits anxiously for you. 

Why don’t you clean like this on a normal day?

“Because,” Chan grunts as he scrubs at a particular stain in his bowl. “I’m a busy guy and don’t have time to keep up with things regularly.” 

Just as Cato is about to respond, there's a knock on the front door. Chan stops in his tracks, hurriedly rinsing the bowl and adding the last couple of dishes into one side of the sink to hide them as he runs to answer the door, clumsily drying his hands on his pants. When he opens the door, you’re standing there, glaring at the space where the door was a second ago. “Hey,” he says, which snaps you out of your trance to look up at him. 

“Hi,” you answer softly, smiling. Though it doesn’t match the defeated look in your eyes. “Can I come in?”

Chan nods, stepping aside as you walk into his apartment. He follows you to his couch, where you both sit on opposite ends. Your legs immediately go up, knees pressing against your chest as you wrap your arms around your legs. You’re not making eye contact with Chan, and it makes his stomach hollow in anxiety. You look so sad it almost feels like it’s creeping into his bones, souring his mood and ramping up his anxiety as he sees you cave in on yourself from the other end of his couch. He watches as you bat away tears, rolling your eyes in annoyance as they fill your pretty eyes. 

“Is there something you want to talk about?” Chan asks softly, scooting himself closer to you. He crosses his legs on his couch and turns his body to you, giving you a softened, welcoming look. The hand that isn’t propping his head against the back of the couch is twitching on his legs to reach out, to hold yours to comfort you. But he doesn’t want to over step and make you uncomfortable. You don’t answer, seemingly falling back into a spaced out trance, if the unfocus in your eyes is anything to go by. He lets his finger gently rub against your shin to get your attention, and he watches as your eyes fill with tears once more as you look up at him. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head, biting the inside of your lip. “Just… wanted to see you.”

Chan doesn’t believe it, giving you a raised eyebrow. “Just to see me?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing. “I missed you is all,” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, giving him a small smile. “I got used to seeing you all the time now.”

Chan’s cheeks flush, and he tries not to let his smile get too dopey as his heart flutters at your words. 

Oh! You pathetic man. 

Stop. 

“How was the dinner with your parents?” Chan asks. You shake your head, a bitter laugh escaping your throat as you look away from him. “Was it bad?”

You’re quiet. You look as if you want to say something, the words on the tip of your tongue and threatening to spill over. But you hesitate. You’re biting your tongue as you contemplate your next words. It almost concerns him. 

“If I do something,” you start quietly. “Would you be mad?”

Chan’s eyebrows scrunch, his head tilting to the side in question. “What is it?”

“Can I try something?” Eve asks, tilting her head as her eyes flicker between Cato’s mouth and his pretty dark eyes. Cato nods, watching in nervous anticipation as Eve climbs over his lap, plush thighs on either side of his lips as she leans in and ghosts her lips against his. 

Cato catches her mouth in a soft, tender kiss. It raises goosebumps to their skin, and their heartbeats quicken. Eve’s belly erupts in butterflies, climbing up her throat and she lets out a small sound. Cato hands find home at her waist, the pads of his fingers indenting her skin as he squeezes gently.

You finally look at him, eyes flitting down the length of his face, stopping at his mouth before looking at him again. Your gaze flickers between his mouth and his eyes before you lean forward, your nose ghosting against his as your lips meet. Chan responds immediately, cupping your face and deepening the kiss.

It’s shy, yet so electric. The butterflies you feel in your stomach are intense, prickling up your back and making you light headed. It isn’t long before you're clamoring across the couch and into Chan’s lap. His hands slide down your waist before he wraps his arms around your back, caging you into his body. He keeps his mouth working against yours, and can’t help the way his cock jumps when your hips shift a little, pressing your clothed core against him. Your hands hold his face, your thumb brushing against the apples of his cheeks every once and a while. His heart swells at the noises you make as you shyly start to grind yourself down against him, wanting to feel him more and more against you.

Should you really be doing that?

Doing what?

Kissing someone who isn’t yours.

“Wait,” Chan says as he pulls back. He has to swallow the groan that’s threatening to escape his throat as he takes in the sight of you. Your cheeks are red, lips swollen and spit slick. You already look so fucked out and all he’s done is kiss you. He feels like he’s going crazy. “What about Seojun?”

“What about Adam?” Cato asks Eve as he breaks away, his fingers rubbing circles on her hips. 

“It was never Seojun,” You respond, shaking your head. Your thumb swipes against his cheek. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Chan.”

“It was never Adam,” Eve responds, nails digging into the skin on his shoulders. “I waited for you for so long, Cato.”

“Since the day I met you,” you continued, breathless. Somehow, your cheeks turn redder. He doesn’t think you could look more angelic than right now. “I’ve wanted you.”

“Since the day I came into existence,” Eve sighs out. Cato thinks she looks absolutely ethereal this way. “I’ve waited for you.”

Cato can’t help the smile that stretches across his lips as he leans up to kiss her again.

Chan doesn’t respond, only placing a hand at the back of your neck and pulling you back down to him. He kisses you again, this time a little more desperate, a little more aggressive. You whine, letting your lips fall open so his tongue can explore inside your mouth. Your mouths work in perfect sync with one another, a desperate, needy, rhythm that says more than any words in the English and Korean lexicon could ever say. He can’t explain the way he feels while he’s kissing you, but he feels as if clouds are filling his head.

His hands move back to your hips, helping you to grind down against his hardened cock, and he doesn’t miss the way your whines sound more and more breathy each time he moves you against him. “Have you ever had sex before?” He asks you.

“No,” you say. “No one’s ever touched me, either.”

“You mean, in the three years you’ve been with Seojun, he hasn’t fucked you once?” Chan asks, eyebrows furrowing and a sense of pride filling his chest. You shake your head. “Why?”

“I didn’t want him to.” You whisper.

He doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist as he stands up from his couch, carrying you into his bedroom and gently placing you atop his sheets. 

Cato lays her naked body gently on her back in the soft grass. She looks so pretty like this, some of hair still laying softly over her shoulders and the rest blending beautifully with the grass, eyes widened in curiosity. “I got you, my love,” he says in a gentle voice as he crawls over her. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

He thinks this sight alone is enough to be painted and framed in a gallery. Eve, splayed out like this for him with her ruddy cheeks and widened eyes. It was a sight he never wanted to stop seeing.

He kisses her again before letting his mouth move from her own to her cheek, jaw, then down her neck, biting softly on his way down. 

Chan unbuttons your jeans, and you help him with getting them off your legs and onto his floor. He takes off your shirt and bra next, leaving you only in your underwear. He crawls over you, his thigh slotting in between your legs and ghosting against your clothed cunt. “Let me take care of you, my love.” 

He kisses your lips once more before he places a kiss on your cheek, then along your jaw, then down the expense of your neck, leaving pretty purple marks along the way. He stops at your breasts, ghosting his mouth around one nipple before taking it into his mouth. His free hand comes to tweak the other, softly pinching and rubbing along the top of it while his mouth works at the other. Your hand weaves its way into his soft curls, pushing them off his forehead so you can see what he’s doing better. He almost moans at the feeling of your hips bucking up to slide your cunt against his thigh. 

“Just like that, angel,” he mutters against your skin. You whine, your fingers almost kneading the top of his head. He presses his thigh more into your core, giving you more friction that makes your sensitive body jolt and your breath hitch.

He doesn’t stay long at your breasts, opting to let his kisses and marks trail down your torso, right to your hips. He settles onto his stomach, hands holding the under part of your hips as he takes in the sight of your cunt. A wet patch has soaked through your underwear, sticking to your lips and outlining the shape of you. He presses a gentle kiss against the wet patch, and he doesn’t miss the way your hips jolt back. “Chan,” You whine. 

“Yes?” He coos, freeing a hand from under you and letting his pointer finger gently ghost along your cunt. You wiggle your hips, trying to get more pressure from his finger but he pulls it away. “You have to tell me what you want, angel. Wiggling your hips isn’t gonna help me know what you want.”

He watches in adoration as your cheeks flush yet again, your eyes darting to look everywhere but at him as you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “I want you to touch me,” you whisper. “Please, touch me.” Your words come out so breathy, so desperate, it makes Chan’s head want to explode. He gives you a smile.

“Anything for you, my love,” he responds before he sits back up on his knees, letting his fingers grab ahold of the waistband of your panties and sliding them slowly down your legs with your help. They fall somewhere on the edge of the bed behind him, but it’s not something he’s concerned about as the musky smell of your cunt hits his nose again as he lays back down. Your cunt glistens so prettily for him, and he forces himself to hold in a moan. “You’re so pretty.” 

His fingers slide up and down between your swollen lips, and you let out small whines whenever his fingers rub a teasing circle against your clit that’s peeking out between your slit. He kisses along your inner thighs, across your mound as he slowly inserts a finger into your entrance. 

Cato kisses along Eve’s thighs, before he gives a broad swipe of his tongue up the expense of her cunt. She gasps, hips twitching. “Has he ever done this to you?”

“No,” Eve sighs out as Cato gives another broad swipe. “He barely touches me.” Cato doesn’t respond, letting his tongue circle around Eve’s clit, which elicits a moan to fall from her pretty mouth.

“Don’t worry, my angel,” Cato says. “I’ll show you just how a man should love you.”

Your walls clench around his finger, and he places gentle kisses against your sensitive nub, whispering, “Relax, baby. I got you.” Your body deflates when you let out the breath you were holding, your own hand falling towards the hand that’s gripping onto your hip. You intertwine your fingers together, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze as he crooks his finger up into that spongy spot that has your back arching slightly and a gasp falling from your pretty lips. His mouth attaches itself to your clit, alternating between lightly sucking and feverish kitten licks. Your hand squeezes his as shy moans involuntarily fall from your lips at his ministrations. 

He feels his cock pulsing at each sound you let out, and he can’t help but grind his hips down onto the bed for some friction of his own. “Chan, more, please,” you whine out, bucking your hips into his face. He doesn’t hesitate to add another finger, scissoring you open as his mouth continues at your clit. He pumps his fingers in and out of your entrance slowly, making sure to hook up when he plunges back in. You’re so tight around his fingers, and he can’t help but let out a moan at the thought of you taking his cock, sucking him into your warm walls. The fact that no one has ever touched you – not even your own boyfriend – and that he has the honor of being your first is driving him up a wall.

Only he gets to see you this way. Only he gets to hear your whiny moans, and only he gets to see the pretty way your body reacts to his touch. He can't help but let his fingers get a little faster, a little more prominent in the way they press against that sweet spot that has the coil tightening in the pit of your belly. “Chan.”

“You gonna cum, angel?” He asks against your pussy, keeping his steady yet harsh rhythm of his fingers plunging into your hole. You let out a hum as your response, and he can’t help but smile against your cunt. He keeps his mouth on your clit, his eyes rolling back as you let out another moan, your hips bucking to feel more, more, more. You clench around his fingers, your pretty sounds are strangled as your body clenches up, and that’s when he knows to remove his mouth from your clit, watching your face as your jaw slacks, and your body writhes so prettily under him. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.” He slows his fingers, helping you ride out your high on his fingers. You feel so much more wet than before, and it takes every ounce of control Chan has to not dive back in and overstimulate you, drive you to another one. And another one. Until you’re spent and begging for him to stop, yet pushing him closer to continue.

Next time.

He moves up your body, and kisses you again. You let out a whine when you taste yourself on his tongue, your own essence covering your chin from his own as he licks into your mouth. You use your legs to redirect him, so his clothed cock lines up with your dripping pussy as he grinds his hips down against you. You shiver, still sensitive from just a second ago. “I want you,” you whisper. He pulls away, looking at you with widened eyes.

“Are you sure?” He asks. “Cause if you’re actually not ready, tell me. I’ll wait for you.”

“I’ve waited for you long enough,” you answer, rutting your hips up against him. He sucks in a breath. “Please?”

Chan only nods as he climbs off you to discard his clothes to the floor. The bruising on his side hasn’t fully gone away, but it’s not as bad as it was last week. “Was that from your fall?” You ask him as he climbs over you again, your delicate fingers ghosting over his ribcage. 

“Uh, yeah,” he said, looking down at your hand. “I didn’t actually fall, though. I got hit by a car.” 

“I know.”

Chan gives you a double take, eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agape in confusion. You giggle and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “You know?”

“Yeah, I was with Changbin and Jisung when he got the call,” you respond, still giggling. “I just figured you said you fell to not worry me.”

Yeah, we can go with that. Really I was just saving you the embarrassment. Who gets hit by cars these days?

Don’t ruin this, Cato. 

Chan only chuckles softly, his smile widening and crinkling his eyes in such a pretty way. You can’t help but lean up and press your lips to his, your hands cupping his cheeks to bring his face down with yours. He kisses you back quickly, letting you take the lead as he opens your legs and maneuvers himself so his cock can glide along your slit. You lift your legs more, letting the head of his cock catch along your entrance. “Please,” you whisper against his mouth. “I’m ready.”

Chan moves a hand down to guide the tip of his cock into your entrance, and he goes slow as he sheathes himself inside. You tense up, the pressure a foreign feeling. “Relax,” he whispers, kissing along your cheek and down your jaw. A small whine leaves your mouth and he stills his hips immediately. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt it just… feels full.”

“Yeah?” He asks, letting himself move again. One his hips are touching yours, you can fully feel him snugly inside you. You feel so full, and it’s so overwhelming but so addictive at the same time. It feels as if you were molded to fit him. He gives an experimental movement, and your hands immediately go to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “You okay?”

“Yeah. You can move.” He kisses you, distracting you as he pulls out and then plunges back in again. He keeps it at a slow rhythm at first, letting you get used to the feeling before he gradually starts speeding up. You were so tight around him, your velvety walls welcoming him in with each time the head of his cock ghosts along that spongy part that has the breath punched out of you again and again.

“You feel so good, angel,” he grunts against your neck. “Like you were made for me.” You can only choke out a moan in response, nails raking over his shoulders. He intertwines his fingers with yours above your head, and he digs his face further into your neck as he places wet kisses along it. 

Cato intertwined his fingers with Eve’s as he slowly moved his hips. “You’re mine?” Cato asked.

“Yours. I’m yours,” Eve gasped in response.“I love you.” Cato can only smile as he dips his head down to capture her lips in a messy kiss.

Chan keeps a steady pace, making sure to angle himself upwards when he thrusts back in. He hits deep, stretching you around his cock and every time he’s at the hilt, it knocks the wind out of your lungs. The breathy moans you let out at each thrust sends Chan deeper and deeper into the clouds, mind hazy and senses full of you. You’re everywhere, it seems, encasing his body in yours as the whole world melts away. He about loses his hold on himself when your quivering walls start clenching around him, greedily sucking him back in. His thrusts speed up, his one hand letting go of yours and finding home under your head, a fist full of hair as he brings your body as close to his as possible. The feel of your breasts pressing against his chest grounds him a bit, and he lets out a strained moan from the back of his throat.

“Cum in me,” you manage to say in between strangled sounds. “I want it, please.”

“Just a little more,” Chan grunts out. “Almost there. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so good for me, angel.”

Chan’s hips still, his cum shooting into you and painting your walls. He moans, whiney, as he shoves his face back into your neck. Your hands move to his hair, raking through it as you whisper in his ear. “I love you.”

Chan smiles. “I love you, too.”

—

You spend the night at Chan’s house, only sending a simple message to your group chat with Hyunjin, Minho, and Felix where you were staying and that you were okay. Your simple message respectively blows up the group chat, with Felix and Hyunjin practically screaming to tell them details, and then Minho crashing into your world like a meteor with one single question.

Did you break up with Seojun?

You decided not to answer that question (because you haven’t), only texting back that you’ll explain when you get back to class on Friday and then shakily put your phone down on the coffee table. You look over towards the kitchen to see Chan’s back towards you, the sizzling of the food in the pan the only sound filling the apartment. You can’t help but smile at the sight. You uncross your legs from the couch, walking into the kitchen area and standing behind Chan. Your arms wrap lovingly around his waist, your cheek pressing into his back and you feel his body relax into your hold. He turns down the stove and turns around in your hold, a smile adorning his features as he places a kiss against your lips.

“Thanks for letting me stay last night,” you say as he pulls away from you. “I didn’t want to face Ryujin’s interrogation yet.”

“Well, now you’re gonna have to face mine,” Chan says, raising his eyebrow at you. You smile sheepishly at him, your gaze tearing away from his. He lifts your chin up, forcing you to keep eye contact. “What happened?”

You sigh, pulling your body away. You run your hand over your face as you lean against the counter behind you. Chan does the same on the opposite side, giving you an expectant look as he waits for you to start talking. “I found out Seojun was cheating on me. At the dinner.” You say, voice a little shaky.

Chan pauses, and his stomach drops. Seojun was cheating?

Don’t act as if you aren’t happy to hear that. 

I’m not happy! That’s awful!

You know what I mean, you idiot. You’re happy he’s out of the way now.

Chan doesn’t respond to Cato, focusing his attention back to you. “I’m so sorry, y/n,” he responds, his arm stretching over to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You don’t deserve that.”

You take in a breath. “Yeah, well,” you shrug. “It happens. Sad thing is, I can’t even say I’m surprised. Looking back, it makes a lot of sense.”

Chan’s eyebrow furrows. “Did… you break up with him?”

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “I… haven’t yet.” 

And you slept with her. 

“You… You haven’t?” He asks, confusion painting across his face. “Why?”

“I— I was going to,” you start. “I just… I wanted to see you first,”

“y/n,” Chan says, voice shaky. “Am I a rebound?”

You shake your head vigorously, your own eyes shining with unshed tears. “No! No, I really wasn’t planning on last night happening at all. I wanted to break up with him first but I just… I don’t know, I had to see you first.”

“Did you mean what you said?” He asks. “About wanting to be with me as long as you said?” 

“Yes,” you nod. “If you don’t believe me, you can ask Hyunjin or Felix. Even Minho. They know how I feel about you.”

Chan’s quiet. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t even know what to think. On one hand, the selfish hand, he’s over the moon he had you in his bed last night, and he’s still a bit drunk off your words from last night. But, on the other hand, he wants to send you on your way, to give himself, and you, some space. He can’t believe he didn’t prod further about what you meant last night. He just assumed by your confession, you had already broken it off with Seojun.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I should probably go.” 

“Call me when you break it off with Seojun, okay?” Chan finally says, nodding his head. His heart clenches as he sees a tear fall down your face. “We’ll talk about us after that.”

The silence that replaces the apartment after you leave is deafening. 

Chan?

“Not now, Cato,” Chan replies, shaking his head. He can feel a migraine coming on, his eyes becoming sore and sensitive to the bright lights of his kitchen. “Shit,” a pained whimper falls from his throat as he massages his eyes. “I think I need to call someone.” 

I remember why I came to Earth.

“Can it wait until later, please?” Chan winces, annoyance mixing with the pain in his voice. “My head is fucking splitting.”

Chan…

“Cato, for fucks sake, please!” He yells, which makes his head pound even more. “I can’t figure out your problem right now.”

Cato doesn’t respond.

Chan calls Minho, which in hindsight probably wasn’t the best idea, but he knew Jisung and Changbin would be loud and dramatic and he really didn’t want that right now. Minho is quiet, and he knows what to do when Chan is under the weather. 

The younger male is quick to arrive, immediately shoving pain pills into Chan’s hand and ordering him to take them. “Were you making something?” Minho asks as he points to the pan. 

“Oh, yeah,” Chan said from the couch. His head feels as if it can explode. “I was making y/n and I breakfast when—” he stops himself, looking over through his lashes at the other man. 

“I already know,” Minho says. “So, where is she?”

“Uh, well,” Chan starts, having to take a second to will away the urge to vomit. “I slept with her…”

“And?”

“She never broke up with Seojun before we did.” Minho sighs, shaking his head as he joins the brunette on the couch. 

“I told her she needed to do that first,” Minho responds. “She’s just as impulsive as Han Jisung. Worse than Han Jisung, actually.”

Chan wants to chuckle, but his head is somehow getting worse. His body starts aching again, as if the bruises are coming back. And suddenly it hurts to breathe. “Min,” he grunts out. “Min, I think we need to go to the hospital.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

Chan?

I feel like I’m fucking dying again. 

Chan collapses to the floor, and when Minho slides down with him does he notice the blood pooling and staining the rug underneath the older man’s head. “Fuck. Fuck, okay. Hold on, hyung. I’m calling for help.”

Suddenly an otherworldly amount of pressure is pressing on Chan’s body, like the weight of the skies is laying flat along where he lays in his living room. He starts to panic, lungs starting to work overtime as Minho calls the emergency hotline from somewhere in the room.

Cato, what’s going on?

Your… Your injuries are coming back. 

A white, blinding light floods Chan’s vision from the ceiling, and he feels a pull from the light. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

Cato?

I’m getting taken back, Chan.

Cato! Don’t leave me!

The air slowly leaves his lungs, deflating like a balloon that wasn’t tied. He feels like a layer of his skin is being peeled away as the pressure in his head worsens, and Cato’s voice gets farther and farther away.

“Ca—” Chan tries to call out to him, but he passes out before he could.

I’m dying.

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❝took my breath from my open mouth, never known how it broke me down.❞

Cato and Eve snuck around under Adam’s nose after that fateful morning in the garden. Always meeting at the spot where they first met, making love to the song of the stream whenever they could. It felt different with Cato. It felt… good. Like lying with this man wasn’t a chore, but something she felt was their way of bonding. Connecting. She didn’t give a damn what God said. 

She was not made for Adam. She and the god, Cato, were weaved from the same essence that brought them life — a single soul split into two different beings. And by lying with him, it strengthened that. She was his, as he was hers. 

Cato was such a gentle lover, compared to Adam (if you could even call Adam a lover). Cato took her into his arms and worshiped her body as if she was a Goddess herself. The way his fingers indented her skin on her hips when his head was in between her thighs, lapping at her nectar, had her seeing stars. She found God in a lover, and the forbidden fruit tasted so sweet on her tongue.

Eve was happy.

That happiness didn't last long, though. And she was foolish to think it would.

She swore Adam went out to hunt that day, she saw him off. So, how he managed to find Eve at the stream hanging off a cock that wasn’t his, she’ll never know.

Adam told God right away.

Cato was ripped from her before she could even get to her knees. Before she could beg. She watched as a bright light encased Cato’s earthly body from the heavens, the light so blinding she’s forced to look to the ground if she still wished to keep her sight. She wailed that day, a mantra of inhuman, throat curdling sounds ripped from deep within her core as she punched her fists into the soil. 

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” She howled. Adam stood behind her, face stoic as he watched Eve mourn the loss of her lover. 

“It’s what you deserve,” Adam spits. “You’re lucky I’m gracious enough to let you live. Your pretty face would be one with stone if I was anyone else.”

Eve’s crying stopped then. The garden of Eden was silent, not even the stream was brave enough to sing. Everything was dead still, a simmering animosity burned brightly just under the surface of Eve’s plush skin. Adam’s stoicism fell as he caught the look on his wife’s face. 

It was that of pure, unadulterated rage.

“I should have strung you up to that tree when I had the chance.” The venom drips from her words and poisons Adam’s veins the second they hit him.

—

“You weren’t supposed to tempt Eve,” God’s commanding voice boomed across the heavens. Cato sat on his knees, wrists and ankles chained to the marble ground. Different god’s sat around, watching the serpent intently, curious as to what was to happen to him. “You weren’t even supposed to make yourself known to her.”

“I told you why I was going to Earth,” Cato responded, voice tired. “I told you I fell for someone.”

“And that person was not supposed to be Eve!” Thunder cracked angrily across the sky. Murmurs erupted among the other gods. “You have tainted her, driven her off her path to her purpose.”

“Her purpose?” Cato repeated, indignant. “Her purpose is to be a breeding cow for a man who can’t even bother to see her as his equal?”

“And you were equals?” God laughed, a bellowing, boom laugh at the lesser god’s foolishness. “You’re a god, Cato. A heavenly entity that simple mortals can barely fathom the concept of. And you think Eve and you are equals?”

“I love her.”

Whispers of “love her?” echo through the chamber. 

“She’s not yours to love!” God’s angry voice silenced the whispers, a tense stillness crushing Cato and pressing on his lungs. “You know I have to punish you.” 

“Punish me all you wish,” Cato spat. “It will never deter how I feel for Eve.”

“Oh, my sweet child, it will.”

— 

Cato wakes to cold biting at his skin. It’s so cold, so so cold. His eyes open to gray skies and heavy snow sprinkling along his cheeks. Snow covered trees line the horizon of his bleary vision, head pounding and body aching. He moves his fingers, feeling under the layer of snow and making way to the dead grass underneath. 

He’s on Earth.

He tries to sit up, but his chest is burning and he’s having a hard time moving his arms. He feels like his body is being held down by a cinder block, unable to move himself from his spot. 

“General Bang!” A voice shouts, muffled. He moves his head to find the voice, but a face comes into his line of vision as he looks right. “General Bang! You’re badly injured, don’t move. Wagon! I need a wagon!” 

“What happened?” Cato whispers out, and the man grabs one of his hands from the snow. “Who are you?”

“It’s Hwang!” the man yells. “Hwang Hyunjin, do you remember?” 

Cato wasn't able to respond as his eyes fell heavy and then closed.

When he awakes again, he is in a tent. He shoots up in a panic, looking around the space. A sharp pain shoots through his chest, making him groan and his elbows give out. “Hey, easy,” the same man says as he helps Cato lay back down. Hyunjin. His long black hair is tied up out of his face, a look of relief washing over it as he settles back down in the chair next to Cato’s cot. “You got a pretty nasty gash across your chest. It’s a miracle you didn’t die out there, Chan.”

“What do you mean?” He asks. 

“I mean a dozen other men died from the same wound,” Hyunjin responds. “Your guardian angel is really looking out for you.”

“What happened?”

“Did you hit your head? We’re in a war,” Hyunjin responds, his eyebrows furrowed. “This was the most brutal battle we’ve fought in three years. How hard did you hit your head?”

Chan’s memories of the past couple years flash in Cato’s mind – like a short synopsis of what his vessel has been up to before he took over. Cato realizes that at that moment, Chan was dead. Cato was the sole entity keeping this body alive.

But why?

“Pretty hard, I guess,” Cato chuckles in response. “Does that mean… we won?”

“You bet your ass we did,” a smirk spreads across the male’s mouth. “We lost a lot of good men out there, though. Not looking forward to letting their wives know they’re widows now,” Cato nods his head, his gaze flitting around the ceiling of the medical tent. Hyunjin nudges his arm again, a grin on his face. “Are you gonna go back to y/n?”

A pulse shoots throughout his entire body at the mention of your name, a sinking feeling in his stomach that’s accompanied by the racing of his heart. He only shrugs. “If she’ll have me.”

“I don’t think she’d have anyone else.”

—

The war ends, and the troops all come back home. And Cato finds himself in front of a beautiful castle. Memories of Chan courting you for years flash in his mind. He seemed to have really adored you. Cato feels a twinge in his heart at the thought that Chan will never be able to experience being with you. 

But, to Cato, you give him an overwhelming sense of deja vu. Like he already knew you. Like he already knew your body, your soul, like the back of his hand. So, when he visits you after three long years, and you were already taken by another man, his heart shatters. For Chan, and for another unknown reason he doesn’t think he’s ready to explore.

He still walks with you in the garden that day. Your arms are linked together, and he can’t help but stare at the side of your angelic face as you giggle at something he says. “You are a character, Mr. Bang,” you say in between giggles. “I sure am glad you came home from the war, alive and healthy.”

“I am too,” he says, his own smile unable to leave his face. “It’s just a shame I couldn’t marry you before I left. I hope Lord Emroy is treating you well, though, and giving you everything you could ever want.”

Your smile falters, and your gaze flitters away from him. Loneliness fills your pretty eyes and you quiet for a second. “He does treat me well, Chan,” you glance up at him for a quick second before your eyes cast down to the ground once more.``But that does not mean I am happy with him.”

“I see,” is all he responds with, his own smile falling. 

“Why did you not marry me?” You ask, voice wavering.

He sighs, stopping your walk and placing himself in front of you. He takes your hands in his, giving them a squeeze. “I wanted to marry you, I still want to marry you. But, I could not let you wait for me, for if I were to not have come back, I would have made you a widow, and you did not deserve that. You are beautiful, Y/n. And you deserve to have the chance to have a long, healthy, and loving marriage.”

“My marriage is anything but loving,” you say bitterly, tears welling in your eyes. “Sure, he doesn’t belittle me like other husbands, but it is not a marriage forged out of love, Chan. It was a business transaction. I was property he wished to buy,” a single tear falls down your cheek, down your neck and soaking through the neckline of your gown. His heart breaks at seeing you cry. He cups your face, letting his thumb wipe the tears falling from your eyes away.“He will never love me the way you did.”

“I am sorry, y/n.”

“I would have waited for you,” you continue. “I would have waited lifetimes for you.”

Cato doesn’t respond, only letting his eyes flicker around your face, sadness overtaking his gaze. You both stare at one another, so close to each other. It’s quiet, between you two. Not tense, but not comfortable either.

His eyes widen in shock when you lean up to kiss his lips. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, letting his hands cup your cheeks. You pull away after a second though, tears pulling into your eyes. “I’m sorry, I just… needed to know what it felt like to kiss you.”

You turn and walk away, leaving him alone in the garden with the taste of you still on his lips.

Cato is sentenced to live a life next to the reincarnation of Eve, always at his fingertips but never having the right to have her. Chan’s soul was with him for every single one. Each life is a punishment, a test. Each time he gives into his temptation of having Eve to himself, of dancing along that line with her, he is ripped from his mortal body and Chan’s own soul is torn with him. 

Chan dies every time.

Again. And again. And again. And again. For millennia, Cato is subjected to always losing Eve in the most brutal of ways just as he finally thinks he has her for himself. As soon as he lies with her, he is forced to leave her soon after.

He can never escape it.

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❝i won’t die for love, but ever since i met you, you could have my heart and I would break it for you.❞

Cato sits on his knees in a desolate chamber. It’s deathly still, and eerily silent. The only sound is his breathing – which is slowed. His wrists, bound in enchanted steel cuffs, sit chained to the ground in front of where he sits on his knees. His hair lays on his shoulders, dirty and knotted. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting here — it could be months. It could be centuries.

He doesn’t think he cares anymore.

Chan is dead. He has to be. There’s no way he managed to survive the way Cato was ripped out of him like that. He hasn’t survived it in any of the lifetimes Cato spent using his body. 

It was cruel — the way Cato and Chan are subjected to this, lifetime after lifetime, a never ending cycle of Chan losing his life before he can even turn thirty all because Cato fell for someone he had no business falling for. He grimaces to himself, shaking his head in defeat as he remembers the way Chan was crying out for him when he was ripped from his subconsciousness. 

“When are you ever going to learn?” A voice echoes in the chamber. God.

“I do not wish to speak of this.” Cato snaps.

“Don’t you wish to see how Chan is doing?” God asks, snapping his fingers. A gateway to Earth opens under Cato, and he watches in horror as medics work on his dying body in the middle of his living room floor. “He’s still holding on. For now.”

Cato looks away, clamping his eyes shut. He couldn’t bear to see Chan like that. Not when he knows he’s the cause of it.

Chan is going to die. Again.

“Please,” Cato whispers. “Please, kill me.”

“Kill you?” God repeats.

“Yes, fuck!” Cato spits, his shout echoing deafeningly throughout the empty chambers. The silence that refills the space is enough for the god to break, sobs racking through his body from where he is chained. “I can’t do this anymore. Let Chan live, and let me die. Please.”

God does not respond, only watching as the calamity god wails, a mixture of snot and tears pooling on the concrete from under them. He takes a deep breath before speaking. “Is that what you truly want?”

Cato can only nod his head. “Chan’s life, for my mortality,” he responds, still crying. “I can’t keep watching him die.”

“You know that means he might not be reincarnated,” God says. “The only reason Chan is a living soul on earth was for you to use him as your vessel. He’s not needed after that.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Cato shakes his head. “That’s a better outcome than having to die before twenty six every single time.”

“How do you wish to go?”

“Like Icarus,” he doesn’t hesitate to respond, finally looking up at his creator through his bangs. “I will fling myself into the sun.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

Walking away from Chan has to be the hardest thing you’ve done.

You genuinely weren’t planning on sleeping with him the night before. You don’t know what took over you. It just happened. That’s not to say you regret it, though. Because you don’t. While you’ve never slept with someone before, laying underneath Chan felt so… right. Even if it is wrong from a moral standpoint. But, it felt otherworldly. Not just because the sex was good, but you felt as if it was meant to happen. You and Chan were meant to happen. As cliche as it is, and you cringe thinking of it, you wholeheartedly believe you and Chan were written in the stars, destined to find each other in this life. And the next. Nothing has felt more clear than being with him, and you use that as courage to knock on Seojun’s door.

When he opens it, he’s still in his sleep clothes. “Did I wake you?” You ask, voice and face void of any emotion.

“Kinda,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “What’s up?”

“I just came to say that I know you’re cheating on me,” you start. His eyes widen in quick panic, and he’s about to respond when you put your hand up to stop him as you shake your head. “I just want to tell you that we’re even. And it’s over.”

“You cheated on me?” Seojun repeats, indignation in his voice. “You fucking whore!”

“Yeah, save it, Seojun,” You scoff, shaking your head. “I already know about Aecha so you have no room to take a moral fucking high ground. Just nod and say okay and shut the door with what little dignity you have still intact.”

“Y/n?” A voice echoes from behind Seojun. His mother walks up behind him, a cup in her hand. Her eyebrows are furrowed. “Did you just say you cheated on my son? Do your parents know what you did?”

“I also said he cheated, too, so,” you shrug. Her mouth drops open, her face scrunching up in anger. It looks as if she’s about to scream at you before you continue, “I’ll leave your stuff with Aecha.”

You don’t let either of them speak as you turn around and walk down the stairs and out onto the street. You pull out your phone, about to call Chan and let him know you’re on your way back when Felix’s contact name pops up on your screen. You slide to answer, placing the phone against your ear. “I know what you’re gonna say, but I just broke up with Seojun and I’m–”

“You need to get to the hospital right now, y’n,” Felix cuts you off, his voice shaking. “Chan had an accident, and he might not make it.”

Your phone falls from your hand.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

God’s of all origins gather around in the chambers to witness Cato’s execution. Everyone is whispering anxiously amongst one another. One deity stands silent, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at where Cato is chained intently. His heart is heavy, having to watch his dearest friend kill himself in the worst way possible.

“Have you spoken to him yet, Apollo?” Artemis asks as she walks up behind him. “I’m sure he would love to see you one more time.”

“What am I to even say?” Apollo asks. “Nothing I say will change his mind, you know how stubborn he is, that bastard.”

“It still must hurt,” Artemis responds. “You’ve been in love with him since the day he was created. I know it must kill you to see the torture he’s gone through.”

“There is nothing I can do about it,” Apollo shakes his head. “I love him, but it hurts more to see him be thrown back to earth again and again. It’s better this way.”

“He will live on in your heart,” his sister assures, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “But you don’t have to put yourself through the torture of seeing this.”

“After a millennia of divine punishment, Cato, god of calamity, has decided to take his life,” God’s booming voice echoes through the chamber, silencing everyone in an instant. “He will join Icarus in the deep sea below.”

Hushed whispers resound once again through the chambers, all of them having remembered watching the man’s wax wings melt from the flaming star and plummeting to his death in the never ending, and unforgiving seas. 

Cato does not look up at anyone, not even to God himself. He does not speak, nor does he try to beg for forgiveness. He’s tired. He’s so tired. 

God stands next to him, a hand on his shoulder as two angels unlock the shackles from his wrists and ankles. “Chan will wake up once you have hit the seas. You have my word.” Cato only nods in response.

And as he launches himself towards the sun, the burning heat of it burning at his skin and singing his feathered wings, he wails. He wails and screams, mourning his love for Eve and the time he’s spent being tortured with her almost in his grasp. Truly, he thinks death is better than being without her. The sun dries his tears, and it brings him a dark sense of comfort. And when his wings are all but ash, and he’s falling into awaiting waters, he smiles.

Apollo cries quietly as the god’s body is swallowed by the dark blue seas.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

Chan wakes up in a hospital room.

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Take Care of You | Part 2 (Bang Chan)

Rating/genre: M18+, best friends to lovers; smut 💖, fluff, very light angst Pairings: Fem!Reader x Bang Chan/Chris Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal penetration (pill, no condom), creampie, bit of breast play, begging, Chan is kind of subby at one point, mentions of tears/watery eyes but like really mild, reader wears a skirt and panties, pet name ‘baby’, Chan is able to manhandle her around a bit, this gets kind of sappy but like also really hot too still I promise, semi-public sex (in his living room but it’s the middle of the night) Word Count: 5.4k Summary: After your very sexy mistake with your best friend, you chose to run… But you don’t get very far. 

Part 1 (read first) - smut 💖 in both parts

Waiting by the elevator, the incredible smell of him was all over you.

Again, tears were threatening. Everything was so confusing. And now it was your fault; you couldn’t even blame your stupid date for this one. No, you were the stupid one. As if you could’ve actually been intimate with a past crush and not have all those warm, yearning feelings towards him come rushing back. It was almost like they never left at all.

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hotline // b.c, l.mh, h.js

“not so fast.” chan speaks up again. “there’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum.”

⛓️ PAIRING :: bang chan, lee minho, han jisung x f!reader

⛓️ GENRE :: smut

⛓️ WORD COUNT :: 1.5k

⛓️ WARNINGS :: video call, voyeurism, (guided) masturbation, app-controlled vibrator

⛓️ NOTE :: the characters don't represent real people. this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. don't edit, copy, repost or otherwise steal my content.

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“Good girl,” Chan coos. “Now show us that pretty pussy, yeah? The boys wanna see.”

‘The boys’ meaning Jisung and Minho, their heads almost bumping as they crowd behind Chan’s laptop. Their appreciative noises tell you they’re getting the perfect view. You point the phone down and spread your legs even further. 

It’d started like your usual video calls with Chan: some teasing, a little dirty talk here and there. The both of you get lonely when he’s away for weeks on end. Lonely and frustrated. These calls help you get through the nights where your bed is cold and empty. 

Minho and Jisung had merely walked in at the right time.

“Does she always get this wet?” You hear Minho hiss through his teeth. 

Jisung moans. “Fuck, I bet she tastes like heaven.”

Chan mumbles a reply and your heart swells at how proud he sounds. You spread your folds with your fingers, making sure the camera captures it all. How they glisten in the dim light. How your empty hole clenches at their words, desperate to be filled. 

Your boyfriend chuckles. “You should see them now, baby. Jisung is already hard. And Minho can pretend all he wants but those red ears give him away.” 

There’s a chuff from the younger man. “No need to pretend. She’s fucking hot.” 

Now it’s your turn to flush; you’ve always found Chan's friends attractive and hearing them say these things about you doesn’t leave you unaffected. And even though Chan knew about your little crush you never thought he’d let them watch. You lament them sitting in a hotel room on the other side of the world. Imagine the fun you could be having if they were right here… 

Chan's voice interrupts your thoughts. “Do you have it, baby? Let’s turn it on.” 

“Yes, lemme—” you rummage through your nightstand drawer until you’ve found the vibrator Chan bought for you a while ago before he went on a trip. “For when you miss me.” He’d winked. “Call me.” 

And call him you did. Turns out the vibrator can be controlled through an app. The same app Chan’s currently opening on his phone. 

The device starts buzzing softly and a shiver of excitement runs through your body. You prop your phone up on the edge of the bed, making sure the men on the other side of the line have a good view of you as you recline against the pillows.

“Wanna cum on those tits, shit—” 

You giggle at Jisung’s desperate tone. You imagine them looming over you, stroking their cocks until they are covering you in white ropes of cum. Your aching cunt clenches at the thought. “Channie…”

“Go ahead, baby. Touch yourself for us.” Chan says. “But you know the drill… no cumming until I say so.”

The moment the vibrator comes in contact with your clit you whimper, already so tender from their earlier words. Chan plays with the settings; adjusting the speed and the intensity of the vibrations. Their voices become background noise as the coil in your tummy starts to tighten.

“You’re a lucky man, Chan. Look at her. So fucking sexy."

“Do you think she can take two of us? At the same time?”

“Fuck—she’s gushing. Those sheets are getting drenched already.” 

“I wanna see her cum, bet she makes the sweetest noises when she does.”

“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Can’t wait to be home and be inside of you.”

“I’ll—ahh, fuck—I’m gonna cum in my pants if she keeps moaning like that.”

“Move, Ji. I can’t see shit if your big head is in the way.” 

“Baby.” Through your lust filled daze Chan’s voice sounds clear like a bell. “Can they play with you?”

He lowers the intensity of the vibrations to give you a moment to gather your thoughts. The idea of someone other than your boyfriend playing with you has you shaking with excitement. 

“Yes please,” you answer breathlessly. Jisung’s thrilled reaction almost deafens you and you giggle. “Do you want to play with me, Hannie?” You give him a little wave through the screen. 

“Fuck yes!” It's hard to see them on such a small display but it’s easy to imagine his lust-blown eyes and ecstatic grin. 

“What about you, Minho?” you ask coyly. 

“You’re lucky I'm not there with you, kitten.” His voice sounds almost like a purr. “Or you wouldn’t be able to even ask me a question.”

You believe him. His hands gripping your hair and his thick cock stuffing your mouth, drool dripping down your chin—

“Not so fast.” Chan speaks up again. “There’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum.”

You gulp. How would you ever know if you can’t see who’s holding the phone? You glance at your own screen, only to be met with your boyfriend’s playful smirk. 

“No cheating, baby. If you wanna play you’ll have to guess. And you better guess right or this will be a long night for you.” 

The vibrator starts buzzing again and you press it to your clit. Goosebumps litter your skin in anticipation. 

The intensity switches up quickly. Like the person controlling the app is unfamiliar with it. You moan at the sudden attack on your senses, legs starting to shake already.

Then the vibrations quiet down until there’s nothing but a soft buzz left. You whine in frustration. Chan knows his way around your body perfectly, knows exactly what settings you prefer and how to get you to cum quickly; or how to edge you for hours. This person isn’t nearly as refined with the app as he is, the vibrations speeding up again all of a sudden. 

Could it be Jisung? He wanted to watch you cum quickly. Or is it Minho? He could be testing your limits or trying to throw you off. 

It's a rollercoaster of sensations while the three men talk you through it, teasing and encouraging you at the same time. 

“You’re doing so well for us, baby. Don’t you wanna cum? Make a guess.”

“So sweet... can’t wait to play with you.” (You know that’s just Minho trying to fool you. It could be either of them.) 

“Is she crying?”

“Aww baby, wanna cum that badly? Wish you could cum on my cock instead? Or on Jisung’s or Minho’s… I know you want it, it’s okay. Maybe I’ll let them play with you for real when we come back, how does that sound?”

It sounds like fucking heaven. But right now you’re far from that: toes curling and free hand gripping at the sheets as your body burns with the overwhelming need to cum. “Channie—I’m so close, wanna cum, can’t hold it much longer—”

“You’ll have to, baby. You know the rules.” 

The vibrations are all over the place now. They’re bringing you so close to the edge but are never consistent enough to push you over. You're racking your brain trying to find any clues. Have they switched yet? Who could it be? 

“M-Minho?” you guess. Your face is wet with tears now. Both from frustration and pleasure.

A familiar guffaw sounds through the phone and your heart sinks. “Guess again, kitten.” 

“Jisung!” you cry out. You’re so close your walls are contracting erratically, desperate for release. It takes you all your focus to hold back. 

“Tssk,” Chan tuts and you can hear the feigned disappointment in his voice. “Down so bad you can’t even recognise your own boyfriend?”

You let out a sob. “I-I’m sorry, Channie, please let me cum, I love you, I'm sorry,” you’re rambling now. You were so focused on Jisung and Minho you didn’t realize Chan was still part of the game. All you can think about is how good you’d feel if he’d just say the word. “Please, it hurts—” 

“What do you think, boys?” Chan asks. “Shall we give her another chance?” 

“She’s been holding back so well, let her cum.” You’re surprised to hear Minho say. His own cock is leaking so much now it’s starting to ache, too. 

Jisung hums his approval and Chan turns his attention back to you. “Sounds like you got lucky today, love.” He turns up the intensity of the device. “Cum for us… let us hear you.”

You do so with a cry, your entire body shaking when you press the vibrator against your throbbing clit and pleasure engulfs you. The “T-Thank you Minho, Jisung—” your voice is wobbly as Chan guides you through your orgasm. “Thank you Channie, please, ‘s enough, hnng—”

You’re thrashing on the sheets until Chan finally turns off the device. You lie there, chest heaving while you wait for the numbness in your hands and feet to ease up. 

Minho is the first to speak. There’s a sense of urgency to his voice you haven’t heard before. “Fuck, that was hot. I'm out. I need a cold shower and a long jerk-off session now.”

There’s a chorus of goodbyes as both Jisung and Minho leave the room in a hurry, presumably to relieve themselves. You giggle and turn onto your side. You’re greeted by Chan’s dimpled smile on your screen. “Let’s do that again when we’re back.”

☆ our good girl ☆ #D7

You just got back from your classes, uni being a pain in the ass today because of some very irresponsible people not doing their part.

"I'm back..." you greet softly, opening the door to your lovers' apartment.

Yes, lovers. Chan and Minho. A bit older than you, probably an age gap that would make your parents raise their eyebrows but you don't care.

They're the loveliest people you've ever met. And you love them, just as much as they love you.

"Our little baby's back?" Minho repeats softly, engulfing you in a warm hug, kissing your forehead.

You hum in content, feeling your stress slowly going away in your man's arms. Well, one of your men.

You can hear Chan's footsteps, him doing that little signature slow-run of his makes you giggle. He really behaves like a wolf sometimes.

"Hi, cutie," he says, wrapping his arm around your waist from the back.

You greet him with a smile, earning yourself a soft peck on the cheek.

"Rough day?" Minho asks, guiding Chan's hand to rest on your tits instead of your waist.

You gulp at the action, suddenly feeling needy compared to stressed out.

"Bit rough," you tell them, to which Chan thought is directed at him.

"Too rough, baby? I'm sorry, hmm? I'll be more gentle," he quickly says, hands now not fondling your tits but instead just rubbing soft circles.

"N-no, not you, Channie! That.. that was good. Just.. I had a rough day is all," you explain, unable to turn your head to him because Minho's resting his forehead on yours.

"Aww our sweet baby had a tough day, hmm? Can we do anything to change that?" Chan asks, hands going back to fondling your tits with more strength, fondling to his heart's content. You're whimpering at how good it feels, lips agape as you try to form words.

"Must be that bitch, huh? The one who keeps on ditching their tasks?" Minho tries to keep a calm voice, not wanting to stress you out more. If he could, he'd definitely storm to your uni and go off on the bitch who's stressing you out. But he knows you'll resent him for it.

You and Chan giggle at Minho's little burst, Chan guiding your hand to rub Minho's back, calming him down. Minho's grunts a little but accepts the soft touches you're providing him. And he's definitely enjoying the sight of Chan fondling your tits.

"Our good girl shouldn't be suffering this much," Minho huffs.

"Yeah, our good girl works way too hard to earn this kind of crap from people," Chan adds, naughty fingers now rolling your nipples, making you gasp while you hold onto Minho's shoulders for balance.

"We're always proud of you, baby," Minho tells you, eyes filled with nothing but adoration and pride.

"Proud.. of me?" you ask, wanting reassurance. Needing it.

"Always so proud of you, such a good girl," Chan says, kissing the back of your neck. "Let's get you to bed."

♡♡♡♡♡

"So pretty, so pretty like this," Minho moans, watching how your wetness glistens, the soft purple lights that Chan bought making you look like your a fantasy character, always ready for them to devour.

"Worked so hard, so hard that you haven't even been taking care of yourself hmm? Haven't been taking care of your pussy? You know your pussy needs us, baby. Such a considerate girl always making us choose sleep over fucking her," Chan coos, his grip on your hands over your head is strong.

"I- please," is all you say, hips bucking up on instinct.

"No need to beg, baby. Minho's gonna give you his cock first. You more than earned it. Poor baby had a rough day," he tells you softly, free hand once again rubbing your nipples in circles.

You moan at the touch, and moan even louder when Minho finally sinks into you.

"Oh God," you whimper, feeling your walls stretching to accommodate Minho's thick girth.

"Good girl, what a good girl you are," Minho moans, his luscious thighs nudging your legs to open wider, wanting to be as close to you as possible. Minho hisses when you clench around him, his head going dizzy, instinct telling him to fuck you hard, fast, make you scream.

So he does one thing that he knows would calm him down a little. The man inhales your scent when he bends down to lick your tits. "Always smell so good, yeah? So sweet. Like peaches. My favourite scent. You. My baby."

Chan watches intently as Minho slowly thrusts his cock into you. You're already a beautiful mess, hair fanned on the pillow, chest heaving, and lips parted as you moan Minho's name.

And Minho's a beautiful mess too. Hips moving gracefully, careful to not go too hard, thighs clenching everytime he bottoms out, low moans escaping his mouth, making Chan imagine the pleasureful feeling of your walls clenching around his own cock.

His two lovers are perfect.

You, on the other hand, are already drunk from the stimulation. Chan has his veiny hands on you, Minho has his fat cock in you - what more can you ask for?

"Chan hyung, come here. Gotta- gotta take turns. Need to take turns. I'm gonna cum too fast if I keep on making love to this pretty baby," Minho says, out of breath, hips staying still as he plays with your clit, your walls clenching around him so tightly.

You're being so good for them. Letting them do anything they want.

And that's how your two handsome lovers start taking turns to sink their cocks into you. It's slow, soft, different from your usual hard fuck sessions that the three of you equally enjoy. And it's what you need.

And the fact that they're also taking turns praising the shit out of you everytime they sink their cocks inside your wet pussy makes it all better.

"Always so good, always so nice. We're so lucky, so lucky."

"So young but already achieving most of your goals, baby. Proud of you. Ah, fuck, and such a- such a tight pussy too."

"You're the best girl. Kind, hard working- wet and warm."

"We love you. Love you. Love everything a about you."

"So proud- so proud. Taking life so well- and shit- yes, baby, taking dick so well too."

"Gotta- gotta give the baby what she needs, you're our baby, yeah? Ours."

You're just laying on the bed, pliant, letting them take turns softly sinking their cocks into you.

They're playing with your clit, your tits, leaving hickeys, leaving bite marks, groping your ass, giving you their big, hard cocks - everything. And it feels so damn good.

"Cha- Min- please please I- cum," you tell them, voice weak, already so stimulated with how good they're giving it to you.

Chan pulls out and asks Minho to fuck into you faster because he knows you need it. He knows you need a specific pace of stroke to get your high, and he's letting Minho do it because he loves fucking you full of cum after.

"Shit, so tight, so tight. Hyung, she's so tight. She feels- fuck baby, you're gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna cum like a good girl?" Minho asks eventhough he knows the answer. You moan his name and he speeds up, cock now hitting your gummy insides in a pace that makes you see white.

The moment Chan comes up and kisses your lips, you're gone, walls spasming around Minho's dick, creaming his cock so well that he's emptying his balls into you at the same time.

"What a good girl. Good girl. Baby, you feel so good. So good," Minho mumbles, still moving his hips to prolong your orgasms.

Just as you're about to say thank you, Minho's pulling out so fast and your sensitive hole is now filled with Chan's cock.

"Just a little more, hmm? Let Chan hyung have his turn to cum in you. You want his cum, right?" Minho coos softly, holding your hand as Chan tries to be as gentle as he can. It's hard to stay calm when he's fucking your sopping cunt filled with your and Minho's mixed cum. The lewd noises are definitely something he wouldn't mind hearing everyday.

You're incoherent now. Brain going mush and hands just frantically holding onto Chan's strong arms. His cock is hitting your spot every single time and although you just came, you feel like you're cumming again.

"Can- can I? Ag-again? Cummin' again-" is all you could say before Chan has his thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit, making you cum once again, tightening around his cock and it makes Chan shoot his load into your squelching hole.

Chan lets out a low growl when your cunt just wouldn't stop squeezing him, making him feel so sad that he has to pull out soon.

"Wish I could stay in you forever," he sighs, earning a chuckle from Minho.

"Both of you good there?" Minho asks.

Minho receives a reply from Chan but not from you.

You've fallen asleep as soon as Chan emptied his balls in you.

"She looks so peaceful," Chan mumbles, slowly pulling out so that they can clean you up. Both men can't help but to watch how cum gushes out - the evidence of your lovemaking session.

Your lovers kiss you softy, careful not to wake you, both of them happy because you always have the best sleep after a good lovemaking.

No matter how stressed you are, no matter how rough things get, you'll always be their good girl. And they always know how to treat their good girl right.

you’re all i need.

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader content warnings: MDNI suggestive content [18+], established relationship, soft dom!chan, reader is depicted to be in subspace

NOTES: hi friends! this is my very first work on stayblr. this is actually the first fictional piece ive written in years so im a bit nervous. but i hope you all enjoy this little chan drabble! reblogging or leaving feedback / general comments are highly encouraged and always appreciated!

“how about one more?” he murmured against your neck. “can you come one more time for me?”

your mouth was open but not a single word was coming out. everything you felt was so intense, so euphoric, as if your senses were heightened to the nth degree.

it was clear that you weren’t paying any attention. you were too fuck drunk to form a coherent sentence and chan could tell that you were letting yourself slip away into a cloudy haze.

but who could blame you? you felt so safe in his arms you couldn’t help but let yourself drift from reality.

he runs his fingers through your hair to get your focus back on him, slowing his pace down so you can catch your breath.

“you still with me bunny?”

“Mm,” you breathe, trying to ground yourself so you can talk to your lover properly. “m’sorry…just feels good…. so much…”

“poor baby,” he coos.

he presses a few wet kisses against your jaw all the way down to your neck, playing with one of your nipples at the same time. you mewl in both pain and pleasure—your nipples were so unbelievably sensitive and you were convinced you could orgasm solely from the stimulation.

“you’re so gorgeous like this, sweetheart. all pretty and pliant and such a good girl… just for me.”

you gasp at the praise, clenching around him. “channie… please.”

he groans at how hard you clench him, the warmth of your cunt adding to the pleasure. “please what?” he says, a small smirk emerging from his lips. “talk to me baby, tell me what you need.”

he adds emphasis to his statement by using his thumb to stroke your clit in tight circles, causing you to shiver and twitch.

“need you,” you manage to whimper out.

you attempt to speak again but he kisses you to prevent you from saying anything else.

overcome with emotion, chan couldn’t help but feel so lucky. he just couldnt believe you were real, that someone as perfect as you decided to take a chance on him.

….that you trusted him enough to let yourself go and be completely vulnerable.

he finally pulls away from your mouth, feeling breathless. he rests his forehead on yours as you both breathe heavily.

“you have me.”