Not So Sweet Bang Chan (m)

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.”

[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."

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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.

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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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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

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— 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.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

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?

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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❝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.

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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.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

❝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.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀──────

❝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.”

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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.

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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.

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Chan wakes up in a hospital room.

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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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