God This Was So Good. The Detail, The Lead Up, The Flow, Hannie As The Most Supportive BFF. Everything

God this was so good. The detail, the lead up, the flow, Hannie as the most supportive BFF. Everything was A+++++.

amethyst [bang chan x reader] | 18+

you reigned queen in your carefully constructed world - a double life hidden from your friend and roommate, chan. but the universe had its way of throwing surprising curveballs at you and in a series of hilarious events, the secrets behind amethyst and arpeggio were laid bare.

╰┈☆ pairing: roommate!bang chan x camgirl f!reader

╰┈☆ length: 15,399 words

╰┈☆ genre: very explicit smut - mdni, fluff, humour, han jisung being the most badass best friend/platonic soulmate ever

╰┈☆ warnings: 18+ only, this is obscenely explicit lol a whole lotta smut, f!reader camming and chan watching, nipple + clit piercings, masturbation with toys, oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex, deepthroating, creampies, squirting, brief moment of anxiety, strength kink if you squint, use of pet names: baby girl, baby, love, honey, babe

╰┈☆ crossposted to ao3, here.

Wednesday nights were lingerie nights.

Working on Wednesdays was a breeze since the effort into getting ready was a lot easier than on other nights when you cosplayed.

With a deep breath in to get yourself in the right headspace, you did some stretches ahead of tonight’s work. A mellow playlist helped to set the mood. You only had a couple of hours up your sleeve with an empty house, so the quicker you could get settled, the better.

The pre-stream ritual was simple: taping up the small tattoos on your collarbone and arms, slipping on an expensive lilac lingerie ensemble, and dousing your body in a lotion that shimmered when you placed your filming lights just right.

Makeup and hair were easy. As a cam girl, there was always a lot you gave. Whether it was time, a fantasy, or your body. So you always made sure that when it came time to stream, you kept the one thing you didn’t want to give away – by keeping your face out of frame.

Hell, most streams you’d also been making a habit of tying your hair up so it was out of frame too. This month you’d decided to dye your locks an ashy lilac, in cheeky honour of your streaming moniker ‘Amethyst’, and since hair colour could be a giveaway to your identity, you always played it safe.

Tonight was a reasonable half an hour to get ready.

Not too bad at all.

But by far on top of everything else, the most important thing as part of your pre-stream ritual was getting the all-clear from your best friend.

me [10:13pm] hello my love was just about to start work for tonight you guys gonna be out for much longer?

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [10:14pm] hey honey yeah we’re probably gonna wrap up at work soon and idk prob head out to dinner i mean, i’ll make sure we head out to dinner you should be good for the next 90 mins at least

me [10:14pm] perfection thanks honey! love you!

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [10:15pm] always. love u too! make sure to keep your notifs turned up loud for any updates!

You always liked to round time down, just in case. So 90 minutes free really meant an hour or so of work ahead, once you subtracted time for clean-up afterwards.

You sent out a tweet to your thousands of followers giving them the 10-minute heads up before going around to check your camera angle, surroundings and lighting.

Normally, you were seated on the floor during streams, which was surprisingly comfortable, much to Jisung’s dismay. You didn’t really have a dedicated room or set-up like other streamers did, and you wanted to keep it as non-descript as possible: in front of the small portion of your bedroom wall that was bare white.

Despite the anonymity, you tried to make your space as personable as you could afford by littering the floor with lilac throw rugs and pastel pink cushions.

Plus, it was easier this way to bundle everything and throw it all into the wash after a stream.

(As well as be plush and soft on your body whenever you were on your knees.)

For peace of mind (and Jisung’s), you double-checked your phone notifications were coming through to your laptop. And finally, you grabbed your trusty box of toys and lube to keep next to your laptop for easy reach.

Your phone was blowing up in anticipation which was always the perfect ego boost before finally going live.

‘Start Broadcast’ and you were plunging into your alter ego.

3, 2, 1.

“Hello! Welcome, everyone! How was your Wednesday?”

After doing this for so long, you could always count on the shrill chime of tips from your devoted viewers within the first few minutes to help fuel the night’s desires.

(And you could especially count on it when you were sitting in gorgeous lingerie that didn’t leave much to the imagination.)

arpeggio-wolf143 has tipped you ₩50000. arpeggio-wolf143: can’t watch tonight’s stream because i’m finishing up at work arpeggio-wolf143: but still wanted to give you a little present 💖

You leaned over to change up your playlist to something upbeat and dim your lighting to set the mood, before scrolling up in the chat to see who had tipped.

“Oh, Arpeggio! Thank you so much! You didn’t need to drop by when you were busy. I appreciate it so much though,” you giggled breathily.

You were smiling brightly, eyes squinting in delight.

But no one could see.

arpeggio-wolf143: god you’re too cute, amethyst

In the years that you had been camming, you now garnered just shy of 1000 viewers at any given stream. Most of them were your regular viewers, but you figured the other hundreds that padded out your numbers were there for mere curiosity. You didn’t mind though as it made your channel surface higher on the camming homepage.

Your chat flew by with comments as per usual. You liked to spend the time chatting with your regulars and relaying your day in insignificant detail. It made your community more tight-knit. And more importantly, less transactional than just having an orgasm and leaving.

Jisung called this part of your streams your PTT: Parasocial Talk Time. Not that he’d ever watched any of your streams because ew, platonic soulmates.

However, he did love it when you divulged on how regulars like Bubble, Tiger, Blackstone, Kenji and Arpeggio were doing whenever he asked afterwards.

how was your day, amethyst? is that lingerie set new? just work today. excited to spend the night watching you though. wow, you look so pretty your body is amazing wtf my day was soooo busy. can’t wait to just relax with you.

In your dimly lit room, you swayed your shoulders sensually to the rhythm of the music, your body bathed in the soft glow of lights. You shifted your position so that people could get a good view of your bustier, by crossing your legs to one side and leaning on one hand.

Keeping your eyes on the time, you scanned the chat and acknowledged compliments and questions. With the electric atmosphere blended with desire and curiosity, it was probably time to get moving.

“Hmm, well since you all have tipped so well and been patient, how do you feel if I take this off?” You thumbed over the outline of your bustier, paying close attention to your nipples.

You were glad that you dished out the money on this set because it really was gorgeous.

arpeggio-wolf143: quickly opened up the stream again as i was heading out to grab a cab home arpeggio-wolf143: won’t be able to close it till i see your pretty tits, amethyst

Arpeggio was your favourite regular. They were always respectful, called out sleazes in the chat and on top of that, tipped well.

So, you didn’t waste time putting on a show before they left.

The lilac bustier’s structured silhouette was meticulously crafted, hence the price tag – showing off your cleavage whilst cinching in your waist. Its translucent mesh invited admiration from your viewers, them seeing a peek of your torso and belly button. And with flower tendrils embroidered and woven below the cups, you felt elegant and feminine.

Your panties were an extension of the bustier's allure. Delicate embroidery of lavender and blush adorned the front, the intricate floral embroidery in perfect harmony with those on the bustier.

It was almost a shame you didn’t let your hair down. Because with your matching hair and lingerie, you would have looked like a fairy.

Your laptop chimed endlessly, the sound of tips incoming from the excitement of seeing more skin. You subconsciously checked your camera angle to make sure your face was out of frame before moving your hands.

Covering your breasts with one arm, you used your other hand to slowly undo the hooks at the back before letting it down. You were always on the busty side, one hand not even being able to cover your breast entirely as you massaged it softly. You made a show of flicking your nipple piercings as they sparkled under your lights – they were part of your signature, silver barbells with purple amethyst stones on either end.

Adjusting your position, you spread your legs out and planted your lilac heels on the floor to get them in the shot. You spent $300 on them for camming, and by god, you weren’t going to let that money go to waste.

arpeggio-wolf143 has tipped you ₩50000. arpeggio-wolf143: fuck, you’re so gorgeous. can’t believe i have to go now. hope you wear this again in a future stream so i can see it again arpeggio-wolf143: lol if i’m feeling bold, will watch your stream from the backseat of the cab once my friends get dropped off

You giggled. Arpeggio was really going to be distracted now.

“Well Arpeggio, if you book a private with me, I’ll be sure to show this off to you,” you replied cheekily. “Anyway, what do you think, chat? Do you like how my panties match these?”

You flicked your matching purple nipple piercings whilst running a hand over your lilac panties, sighing at how sensitive you had become.

The chat filled up with comments as your laptop chimed with more tips.

you look so pretty, amethyst! can’t wait till you take off your panties too how was your day, amethyst? xoxoxo lol watching this while on the train. worth it i like the flowers on your lingerie, they’re so pretty

You played up to the camera, with particular attention to your nipples, as you continued PPT with your regulars.

Every now and then you let your hand wander lower and lower, lightly feathering over your mesh-clad pussy. And when you were feeling bold, you brushed your fingers over your clit. 

With the anticipation of what was to come, you could feel yourself getting wet and your body getting hot.

Your moans were getting breathier as you spoke.

Your touches were more delicate from how all your nerves were sparking alight.

A quick glance at your laptop to check your angle again, and yes, your viewers could definitely tell you were starting to seep through your panties. You purposely ran your finger over your wet spot before pulling your panties taut to slip the material through your folds. 

With the way that the light shone on your body, your clit piercing sparkled through your sheer lace panties. A simple silver hoop with an amethyst stone to match your nipple piercings.

You knew your viewers loved seeing your piercings just as much as you loved to play with them.

But you were soon brought out of your headspace as your laptop dinged with new text message notifications.

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [11:12pm] hey honey 3 of us went out for a quick dinner the others kept asking me to tell you to come i wonder how much longer they’re gonna keep asking anyway why does changbin hyung insist we always get so much soju lol i’m starting to fuckin feel it we’re all getting in a cab and heading home now currently in yeungdeungpo so imma get dropped off first, than changbin hyung, then chan hyung so you have like 30 minutes tops before chan hyung gets home have fun getting off with your chat and your dildo or vibrator idk actually ykw please don’t answer that love you!

You smiled. Bless your best friend for always having your back.

He was the only person that knew about your side hustle.

Best friends since kindergarten.

Keeper of all your deepest and darkest secrets.

Always the two of you against the world.

He was your biggest cheerleader on your off days when you’d feel dirty and cheap, and your self-appointed sugar baby when huge tips would roll in and he’d demand you treat him to barbecue.

(Which, you always called him out for because he was the bigshot money-making music producer that owned 3 cafes, including Alien, and several real estate investment properties. So if anything, it was in your right to demand him to buy you dessert afterwards.)

Just Jisung, and no one else.

Not even your roommate, Chan.

Keeping the secret from him had been quite the mission.

Roughly a year prior, the rent at your tiny studio apartment began to skyrocket. Camming was something you had been doing on and off and when you put two and two together, you realised how much of a money-maker it could be with helping to afford it. You began to take it seriously – making sure to stream at least 3 times a week once night fell.

Soon enough, it stopped supplementing your actual income and officially had become your main source of it. Working morning shifts at Alien Cafe only paid so much.

(Even if you earnt just a few ₩100 more than other employees just because Jisung owned the place, and he insisted to your manager to give you a little bump.)

When you and Jisung got to university, you met Chan and Changbin. Since then, it had always been the 4 of you.

When you were 21, you were there when the 3 of them decided to pursue careers in music production, during post-class beers on the balcony at Chan’s dorm.

When you were 22, they were there on arrival (welcome home signs included) when you had returned from a solo Europe trip after graduating from university.

When you were 23, you were there to throw them a surprise party when all 3 had finally become in-house producers at JYPE.

When you were 24, you had framed the polaroids you had all taken at Changbin’s noona’s wedding to gift them for Christmas.

When you were 25, you all joined Jisung when Alien, One and Volcano Cafe opened.

And at 26, they were there for you when you were at a loss because you finally got kicked out of your studio apartment.

You were just so thankful that Chan was there with a smile and offer to move into the spare room of his 2-bedroom apartment.

Initially, you declined. You knew your friends were loaded and supported you – Changbin often joked that you were like their sugar baby except for no sex and only cuddles – but there were some things that you wanted to do for yourself.

But after a month of couch surfing and not being able to cam, you finally relented.

Moving in had been like a dream.

It was nice coming home to someone every day and doing things for them to make them smile because you loved the feeling of butterflies in your tummy.

You loved his cooking, his inclinations to drama marathons and the fact he could play hero whenever there was a scary bug in your room.

And the biggest benefit was that you didn’t have to pay rent because he owned the place.

It was a breath of fresh air after living on your own for so long. You both were such good friends, it was beyond you why neither of you had come up with the suggestion sooner.

It was so carefree that it almost made you forget that you needed to stream for a living. But there was no way you could afford your lifestyle on Alien alone.

So when it came to your side hustle, you made sure to never cam while Chan was at home because you wanted to respect his space while he was there. 

You always hand-washed your cam girl outfits in your en suite and let them dry over the edge of your bathtub.

You kept your camera, lighting, dildos and vibrators hidden in the bottom drawer of your wardrobe.

And you always made sure to tell Jisung when you were about to start streaming just in case he ever needed to call you with a Code Red: Roommate Imminent.

You were just lucky that Chan spent most nights working in his office studio with Jisung and Changbin. And you were lucky that you always had Jisung on your side to buy you time in case you were running overtime.

So with your time frame closing in, it was time to start the beginning of the end.

You did the math in your head: 15 minutes to cum and finish the stream, 5 minutes to quickly pack everything away, 5 minutes to quickly rinse off your body lotion and change, and 5 minutes to spare in case the cab driver was quick.

With a few more chimes for tips, you let your hands wander over your panties before snapping the band to get your viewers’ attention.

“Are you guys ready?”

You pulled your panties taut once again, before slowly sliding them down. From your position, you made sure that your camera caught the long string of slick coming off your pussy that was making your panties sticky.

you’re so hot wtf love seeing you in nothing but heels, amethyst your clit piercing yeeeeesssssss girl of my dreams istg clit piercings AND nipple piercings, chef’s kiss seeing you like that is legit the best part of my week

“Chat, you’re all so cute.” you giggled.

With a flicker of nervousness mingled with arousal, you began your seductive performance. Leaning back on one hand, fingertips traced patterns along your thighs, teasingly inching closer to your most intimate area. You revelled in the knowledge that your viewers were captivated. Fixated on every move from here on in.

You pulled back your folds to finally show off what your viewers could only see hints of – your matching clit piercing.

Breathing in deeply, you brought two fingers to your mouth to get them wet. Your viewers couldn’t see your lips, but it was clear what you were doing to prepare yourself.

You circled around your clit with one fingertip, not directly touching it. There was always the temptation to flick and play with your piercing immediately, but indirect stimulation always helped you build up to the perfect orgasm. The circles became tighter and you were finally brushing your finger over your piercing. The anticipation of stimulation made your whole body shudder, an involuntary moan leaving your lips as you threw your head back.

You began experimentation, two fingers brushing over your piercing before adding another to increase the pressure. As you began getting wetter and louder, you gently gripped the skin on either side between your thumb and index finger, twisting your piercing from side to side.

But pressure alone wasn’t enough. Hastily, you pushed a finger into yourself while your thumb continued to brush over your clit, electric sensations shooting through your body. One digit became two and by the time you had added a third, your moans were shaky and laboured as they bounced off the walls of your room. Waves of pleasure surged, intensifying with every gentle stroke.

arpeggio-wolf143 has tipped you ₩100000. arpeggio-wolf143: in a cab on the way home and i’m sitting by myself in the back seat. couldn’t help but open your stream up again. arpeggio-wolf143: made it back at just the right time arpeggio-wolf143: can’t believe how hard i am in public right now watching you

When you were so worked up, you sometimes neglected your chat, even though you could hear tips rolling in. Feeling needy and restless, you wordlessly reached over to your trusty toybox, pulling out a dildo – purple, of course.

“W-What do you guys feel like tonight? This way from the front? Or d-do you want to see me ride it from b-behind?” you managed to get out tremulously.

You smiled at the enthusiasm in the chat, the resounding answer being from behind.

Wiping your hands on a nearby towel, you gently turned around onto your knees. It was always much easier to film from this angle because it was easier to hide your face.

Every part of your body was becoming hypersensitive. From the plush of the throw rug under your knees, to the thin sheen of sweat on your skin, to the ridges of the dildo in your hand. The mellow music in the background was muting the buzzing in your brain and the melody gave you a rhythm to float on.

You lifted your body, nudging the head of the dildo against your lips. You slapped the head against your clit, the jolt of pleasure almost making you topple forward.

To the sound of chimes, you slowly began to sink down onto the toy.

“Oh my god,” you keened out with a whimper. You were almost halfway on your girthy dildo. “You feel so good, baby. Filling me up so well.”

With the exhilaration of hundreds of eyes on you, you took a deep breath and smoothly sank down on the rest of the dildo. A broken cry escaped your lips, incredulous that you had taken 10 inches in one go.

You had one hand on the base of the dildo as you gently rocked forward, your walls adjusting to the luscious stretch.

It felt so, so good.

In your peripheral vision, you could see your chat continuing to fly, but with a muggy head overwhelmed, you couldn’t comprehend anything other than pleasure. You tried to concentrate, with one username catching your eye.

arpeggio-wolf143: you look so beautiful, amethyst arpeggio-wolf143: had to lay my jacket over my lap so i could palm my cock through my pants arpeggio-wolf143: proud of you for taking that big cock all in one go arpeggio-wolf143: are you going to ride it hard for me now, baby?

Even though your head was out of frame, you nodded to Arpeggio’s comment.

You slowly lifted your body up to just the tip, just to slam it back down. Again and again. The slide of the dildo became easier as you coated it with more juices and became accustomed to the size.

You soon picked up the pace. You could hear the muffled sound of your ass slapping against the covered floorboards as you rode your dildo. The steady pressure against your g-spot had you moaning unabashedly every time you were buried to the hilt.

“D-do you feel my pussy squeezing your cock in? Look how wet I am for you,” you whispered obscenely. As the words escaped your mouth into your empty room, they left your toes curling. With your free hand, you grabbed your breast, squeezing around your nipple piercing to relieve tension.

arpeggio-wolf143: fuck arpeggio-wolf143: you are amazing arpeggio-wolf143: an actual dream arpeggio-wolf143: be my little fuck toy, baby arpeggio-wolf143: your ass and thick thighs look incredible when you’re fucking a big cock arpeggio-wolf143: slap your ass so i can see it jiggle, baby

Conceding to Arpeggio’s latest comments, you slapped the smooth and supple part of your ass as you fucked your dildo faster.

You only lifted your body up a couple of inches from the base with every movement, to keep the pressure on your g-spot. Your pussy pulsed as the toy continuously tugged deep inside you. 

“I-I need... I need—”

Your thought trailed off as you used a hand to slap your clit. You whined as you began to work your fingers from left to right across the most sensitive part of your pussy, closer and closer to release.

arpeggio-wolf143: so good arpeggio-wolf143: you’re so good, amethyst arpeggio-wolf143: i got you, baby arpeggio-wolf143: want to cum for me, baby girl?

“Yes, yes, yes. I need to cum so bad,” you whined in response to Arpeggio, ignoring the rest of your chat.

In the privacy of your room, at the pinnacle of release, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable. To embrace your body and sexuality without judgement.

Your litany of dirty talk and soft moans blended with the whispers of desire from your viewers.

Every nerve and inch of your being was set alight.

It was a dance of imagination and connection, an intoxicating exchange of fantasies made real through the veil of the internet.

Your performance was reaching its crescendo.

With a few more hits against your g-spot, your dildo quickly slipped out of you. You hovered above it as you rubbed your clit back and forth. Clear liquid squirted from your pussy as you hit a high.

You collapsed down before even remembering to turn around.

Your juices were running down your legs, all over your throws.

Drifting down slowly from your high, it took a few moments to regain your senses and muscle control. 

The sound of chimes reminded you of your tight timeline.

You looked over at your laptop, your eyes once again searching for that familiar username.

arpeggio-wolf143: you’re so perfect, amethyst arpeggio-wolf143: that was incredible arpeggio-wolf143: i love seeing you squirt after getting fucked so hard arpeggio-wolf143: fuck, if only i was alone. i would have cum so hard with you arpeggio-wolf143: remember to treat yourself well after tonight’s stream 💖

“Thank you, everyone. So much,” you smiled, turning back around to face your camera. “Look how well you fucked me. I made such a mess.”

You made a show of dragging your finger through the puddle on your throw and licking it off with a pop.

“I think I need to go and clean all this mess up,” you laughed as you moved along to finish your stream.

Satiated and glowing with satisfaction, you bid your viewers farewell by blowing a kiss and promising to return for another stream in the coming days.

With a deep breath, you stopped your broadcast and stepped out of Amethyst’s shoes to return to your own.

As soon as you were grounded, you were quick to work.

“Ew, why did I have to squirt tonight? Just more mess to clean,” you groaned to yourself. You grabbed a box of nearby baby wipes and quickly cleaned up your legs before unbuckling your heels and putting them away.

You bundled your throw rugs and dropped them by the foot of your bed to take out to the washing machine later.

Toy box away.

Camera away.

Lights away.

You had gotten quick at the post-stream pack down. 4 minutes tonight, ahead of schedule.

channie ✨ [11:43pm] helloooooo y/nieeeee missed u at dinner tonight are you still up? if ur bored, was thinking ramyeon, cuddles and the next episode of never mind?

At the sound of notifications, you beelined for your phone. You held your breath when you saw that Chan had messaged. Relief washed over you when you saw that they were just cute messages.

You quickly replied before briskly heading to your en suite.

me [11:44pm] helllllllllooooooo channieeeee yes i’m still up! missed hanging out with u today so that honestly sounds like perfection just finishing up a game of LoL now and then will cook us up some jin ramyeon!

channie ✨ [11:44pm] ahhhh you the best ❣️ be home in a few!!

In a few minutes, you were clean and donned with a cropped t-shirt, powder blue lace panties like your lilac pair, and sweatpants.

You made sure nothing was out of place before grabbing your throw rugs and unclicking your bedroom door. The electrifying energy that had filled the room just moments before was long dissipated as you tiptoed out to the living room. Even though you knew you were home alone, you needed that visual.

You threw the throws into the washing machine to turn on tomorrow.

Inhale in, exhale out. Another close call.

me [11:51pm] am i good or am i good stream done and i’m all changed with time up my sleeve ty for looking out for me 💖

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [11:51pm] wow okay that was cutting it tight lol i swear chan hyung is gonna walk through the door any minute now and ofc ofc any time, honey wyd for the rest of the night?

me [11:51pm] ramyeon and tv with channie how are u feeling after… how many bottles of soju? lmao

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [11:52pm] 8 bottles between us 🥲 i’ll be fine lol legit plan to just wash up and go to bed hahahaha

me [11:52pm] sounds perfect have a good night, my love 💖

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [11:52pm] you too, honey love you!

You stood in the kitchen, a pot of water boiling on the stove as you prepared to make ramyeon. It had been a long day for both you and Chan, your respective jobs demanding your attention. So, you were going to do exactly what Arpeggio said and treat yourself to a midnight meal and brain-rotting TV.

As you added the noodles to the pot, you couldn't help but smile, anticipating Chan’s arrival. Your friendship had traversed the years since your university days, and over the last 6 months since moving in, you were surprised that an even deeper level of friendship was possible. 

It had been a whirlwind of emotions, laughter, and heart-to-hearts, but unbeknownst to you, the time spent living under the same roof with Chan had begun to unearth feelings you hadn't noticed before. Your heart would skip a beat when he smiled, and you felt an unexplainable joy whenever you could do something to make his day a little brighter. It was like your heart was silently whispering a different tune.

And even though those feelings were happening more often than not, every time they happened, you brushed off the thoughts, unsure of what they meant. Or if they were merely a fleeting sentiment.

The aroma of the simmering broth filled the air as you heard the front door open, Chan stumbling in. Before you could even turn around to greet him, your body jolted from his wide frame enveloping yours with a tight back hug.

“Missed you,” he greeted you with a lopsided grin, his eyes gleaming with warmth.

“Channie! Missed you today,” you replied, your head gently knocking his.

“Keep telling you that you should join us for dinner after we finish work. Feels weird when you’re not there,” he pouted, plush lower lip jutting out.

Lately, it was getting harder to forgo the invitations from your best friends for post-work dinners, for camming instead. You knew that they wouldn’t think twice about it – you did work morning shifts at Alien after all which served as a great excuse – but you couldn’t help the mix of guilt tugging at you, leaving you with a bag of complex emotions. You were just thankful that you had Jisung whenever the waves crashed upon you to reassure you that it really was okay.

“I know, I know. But we’re gonna hang out now, yeah? You hungry?” You turned your head, those pouty lips now too, too close.

You didn’t know where the line of platonic and most-probably-not stood these days, especially when it involved a tipsy koala Chan. But regardless, you found it too endearing. It was as if his inhibitions melted away, revealing a more vulnerable and affectionate side of him.

“I am! Like, how am I sooo hungry after barbecue?” Chan slurred slightly, tinged with playfulness. “The broth smells so good.”

“Probably from all the alcohol, from what Sungie just told me. You need something to soak it all up! Plus, you’re bulking, aren’t you? So you definitely need a late-night snack,” you said, taking the opportunity to squeeze his biceps while his arms were wrapped around you.

Chan shuffled close, head over your shoulder as his gaze was fixated on you.

"You always know how to make everything better, you know that? I’m gonna wash up and I’ll get the TV ready?"

He kissed your hair and padded off to his bathroom before you could even reply.

You busied yourself, grabbing cutlery, bowls and drinks for the two of you. Almost done, you were ready to divvy up the meal to two, however, a momentary lapse in concentration caused disaster to strike.

As you reached for the pot's handle, your grip faltered, and scorching hot water spilled onto your legs.

“Oh, fuck!”

Pain shot through your body, and you let out a yelp of anguish. Tears welled up in your eyes as you hurriedly tried to soothe the burning sensation by fanning your hands over your legs. Panic started to set in as you realized the severity of the situation.

Just as you were trying to gather your thoughts and figure out the next steps, unsteady footsteps echoed in the hallway. Chan was already freshened up and changed into a t-shirt and sweats. His eyes widened when he saw you in distress.

"Y/N! Oh my god! What happened?" His voice filled with concern and a touch of tipsy slurring. You managed to compose yourself enough to respond.

"I... I’m a clumsy fuck. Spilled the boiling ramyeon on my legs. I can feel it through my sweatpants... it hurts so much."

Without hesitation, Chan rushed to your side, his caring instincts kicking in. He hastily grabbed a couple of clean tea towels from a nearby drawer and ran them under cold water.

Feeling the need to alleviate the pain, you absentmindedly decided to remove your sweatpants, not caring that you were revealing yourself. The burn demanded immediate attention, and you disregarded any embarrassment.

Chan quickly got down onto his knees, pressing the cool towels against your burning skin. They thankfully provided the relief you needed, your sweatpants taking the brunt of it.

“Oooh, that is much better,” you sighed in gratitude. You looked down to see Chan in cute concentration, brows furrowed as he tried to cool down both your legs.

“Jesus, that’s one way to get sober real fast. You scared the hell out of me. I came running. You sure you feel okay?” he asked as he finally looked up to meet your gaze.

It was then that you became acutely aware of the moment of hilarity mixed with disbelief and mere mortification.

You saw Chan blink slowly – once, twice – taken aback by the unexpected sight before him. His eyes grew wide, his expression turned into what you thought looked like recognition, and his face turned a deep shade of red as he tried to avert his gaze, stuttering incoherently.

"I-I didn't... um, expect this."

And there you were, standing in a puddle of cold water, with Chan at eye level, right against your hips. That were clad with blue sheer panties. 

And if people could see your clit piercing through a computer screen, Chan sure as hell could see it when he was inches away.

What was even more mortifying is that you weren’t wearing a bra under your loose cropped t-shirt. So, Chan could see everything when he looked up at you.

Everything.

Amethyst-stone nipple piercings.

Amethyst-stone clit piercing.

“Oh my god!”

You held a hand to your ribcage, holding your t-shirt down.

“Channie! Oh my god! This is so embarrassing. Channie, this-is-so-embarrassing.”

You held your other hand to your eyes. Maybe if you squeezed them hard enough you could pretend you weren’t there.

“I…” Chan said softly, spaced out,

“Oh my god. What kind of sitcom is this? Chan, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking and–”

“Y/N, it’s fine, honestly,” he couldn’t help but laugh as he snapped out of it. He looked back down at your legs, making sure he was covering every inch possible. “Hey, I’m not awkward about this and neither should you.”

“Chan, you’ve just seen me pretty much naked. Oh my god.”

“Let’s just call it a new level of roommate intimacy. Take your awkwardness and turn it into confidence,” he said, standing up once it was clear you were now fine. The kick of adrenaline did wonders for you, and the burning sensation was nearly gone.

“Fine. But we do not speak of this again,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“If it makes you feel better,” Chan said as he wrung out the tea towels. “But I do have one question though. When did you get your nipples pierced?”

Your eyes grew wide, while your friend was cackling in unbridled laughter.

You took it all back, maybe you were better off not having just Jisung and Changbin as your best friends. You had no shame in giving him a loud slap across the back to shut the fuck up.

“Okay, okay, I’m kidding!” Chan laughed, hands up in surrender. You gave him The Icy Glare. Chan, Jisung and Changbin were well acquainted with it. The ‘you will never hear the end of this if you don’t shut up’ glare.

“You actually fucking suck! Thank you for helping me out though and I love you endlessly for it–” Chan bowed his head in acceptance. “–but still, you suck!”

Chan poked his tongue out at you as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I know, I’m awful,” he chuckled. You wrapped your arms around him in comfort while you gave him a pout. “Hey, you okay now though, for real?”

He looked down at you while you looked up at him, your faces close.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you whispered. “Thank you, really. Sorry for scaring you and ruining the ramyeon.”

“Don’t be silly, you didn’t ruin anything at all. Wanna go take a quick cold shower to get the broth off? I can clean up the kitchen in the meantime. Then you can sit down on the couch and I can help you put cream on your legs?”

You nodded silently before Chan leaned down to leave the second kiss of the night – this time on your temple.

After another quick rinse of your body and new clothes, you took a seat on the couch. You could finally take a look at your legs. The redness had already started to fade. You were just glad you were wearing thick sweatpants when it happened.

Chan came back in tow and you were quick to lay your legs across his lap. He continued to tend to your burns, laughter intertwined with care, easing the tension that had momentarily hung in the air. It was a reminder of the deep bond you shared, capable of weathering even the most unexpected and silly of situations.

After an hour spent on the couch, relaying your day and not actually watching TV, you and Chan finally headed off to bed.

But as soon as you were alone, you immediately shuddered, the events of the evening replaying in your mind.

“Goddamnit,” you muttered out loud to no one.

You shoved a pillow into your face, screaming.

You managed to forget for a grand total of 90 minutes.

You did the thing you always did when you were having a Red Flag Crisis.

Scrambling to find your phone amongst your sheets, you went straight for the first person on your favourites.

It took 8 rings before [jisungie platonic loml 😘] picked up.

“Mmmm. Y/N?” a groggy Jisung answered.

“Jisung? Jisung!” you hissed into your phone, face in your hands.

“Y/N, it’s fucking 3am. What the fuck do you fucking want? Don’t you fucking have fucking work in a few fucking hours?”

His husky voice said it all. The man was well asleep.

“Oi, language, you heathen. Also Sungie, I am having like, 500% cringe. Like, I’m calling Red Flag Crisis.”

“Oh, dear god.” His voice was immediately clearer. You heard the ruffle of the sheets as Jisung sat up in bed. “An RFC? What happened? Tell me, top to bottom. Do I need to come over with food so I can distract you with a Netflix marathon?”

“No, no, no, you don’t have to come all the way here, but I love you for suggesting. But please stay on the line with me?”

“Of course, honey. Now, please do tell.”

You relayed your kitchen mishap, with both mortification and amusement, in great detail since Jisung was a sucker for every insignificant detail.

There was dead silence on the other end before Jisung erupted in laughter so loud that you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

“Y/N?! The fuck?! What do you mean he saw you pretty much naked? Honey, I’ve known you my whole life and I’ve never even seen you naked.”

“Sungie?! Now is not the time to play better best friend?!”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry. But holy shit, that is fucking funny. How the hell did that even happen in the first place? Were you distracted when you were pouring the ramyeon?”

“Yeah, I was fucking hungry!”

Jisung laughed harder. You could picture it now, head thrown back, cackling.

“That is the most you sentence ever.”

“Can we get back to the point!” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“So tell me, what kind of lingerie are we talking about? The black silky ones or the lacey pink ones?”

“The blue sheer ones,” you said sullenly.

“Oooh, spicy. But also, wow, major cringe because those ones are like transparent.”

“Jisung?! Oh my god, you’re not helping!” You threw a pillow down on the bed.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you know that Chan hyung wouldn’t care. Hell, he probably feels more embarrassed over it than you. And then say something like ‘let’s turn our embarrassment into confidence’.”

“It was ‘let’s turn our awkwardness into confidence’, actually.”

“See! He is a wise and predictable man. Chin up, Y/N. Nothing to cringe over. It’s Channie hyung we’re talking about here.”

“...I suppose you’re right.”

“Now Changbin hyung on the other hand… when I tell him tomorrow at work, he won’t let you hear the end of this.”

You couldn't help but join in with Jisung’s laughter, feeling a sense of relief as the embarrassing situation dissipated. His genuine amusement and support made you feel better about the whole ordeal – at least after he poked fun at you.

As you continued to calm down, you relayed how your stream and your regulars were, and it was a reminder that laughter and friendship were the perfect antidotes to embarrassment.

After your RFC was averted, you finally settled back into bed, a smile playing on your lips. Lying in the darkness, your thoughts turned to Chan, finding yourself appreciating the unique blend of gratitude, friendship and newfound feelings that had unknowingly intertwined.

“Y/N! Over here!”

At the sound of Chan’s voice, you weaved your way through tables to table number 8 and took a seat next to Changbin. You had heeded Jisung’s advice and decided to give yourself a break from streaming to enjoy the company of your friends. So you found yourself meeting them for one of their post-work dinners at the local fried chicken joint, succumbing to their persistent invitations.

"See, I told you she'd crack eventually. No one can resist our fried chicken nights,” Chan grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Glad you finally decided to join us. We missed having you around, and we missed seeing your face light up when the food arrives,” Changbin playfully nudged your shoulder.

Jisung, always the joker of the group, chimed in.

“Exactly. We have to safeguard our chicken bonding time."

Laughter filled the air, easing the tension that had built up from your work-centric routine. As you chatted and savoured the crispy chicken, you felt a sense of warmth and belonging.

As always when it came to fried chicken, came the beers to accompany it. It turned into 1, 2, 3 before Chan was the first one to break the seal and excuse himself to the bathroom.

Changbin and Jisung were in a well-heated conversation over the use of triplets in music, and when a notification came through to your phone, you couldn’t help but be distracted.

arpeggio-wolf:143: hey amethyst! arpeggio-wolf:143: how are you? hope you’re having a good day after your stream! arpeggio-wolf:143: was thinking about something you said during it though arpeggio-wolf:143: and was wanting to take you up on that offer for a private? lmk 💖

You raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

Why not. It was extra cash. And it was Arpeggio of all people too, so you knew PTT with them would be super chill.

amethyst: hey arpeggio 💖 amethyst: i’m doing well, thank you! i’m out having fried chicken for dinner with some friends hehehe amethyst: that sounds great though! how about tomorrow? does 10pm suit?

arpeggio-wolf143: oh really? funnily enough, me too! hahaha arpeggio-wolf143: was up grabbing another drink for everyone and was thinking about you arpeggio-wolf143: so i thought i’d message before i forgot arpeggio-wolf143: 10pm works well for me arpeggio-wolf143: can’t wait! 💖

You sent Arpeggio your rates card and said your goodbyes. In the meantime, Chan came back with a round of beers in tow.

“Asked for these while I was up,” he said, passing everyone a bottle.

Everyone clinked drinks before it ended up in 4, 5, 6 for the night.

As you all walked out to eventually grab a cab for the trip home, you let Changbin and Chan go ahead while you pulled Jisung back.

“Hey, so, Arpeggio messaged me tonight. Doing a private with him tomorrow,” you hushed.

“Oh, damn. So what you’re saying is you’re going to be making bank tomorrow and will treat me to coffee and cheesecake the morning after?” Jisung grinned. You rolled your eyes and gave him a shove, before grabbing his arm to link yours through.

“You are insufferable. But also, yes, we can go to that bougie place, Pipi, that you keep talking my ear off about.”

“You are the best, best, best friend ever, you know. I’ll make sure that the 3 of us stay out of your hair till you’re done.”

As it hit 9:30pm the following day, it was another night, another pre-ritual stream.

With a deep breath in to get yourself in the right headspace, you slipped into that familiar lilac lingerie ensemble, taped up your tattoos, and bathed your body in your favourite shimmering lotion.

Whilst next would be tying your hair up to keep it out of frame, you were feeling adventurous and for the first time in your camming career, opted for leaving it down. It was something so seemingly insignificant, but Arpeggio was your favourite viewer so you thought there was no harm in lifting the veil – even in the slightest bit.

Just like clockwork, all that was left was checking your notifications were coming through to your laptop and getting the all-clear from Jisung.

In a weird way, you were excited albeit still apprehensive. You didn’t have too much experience with private streams, but you were glad with the rare opportunity to connect intimately with one of your dedicated viewers.

When you went to grab your phone from your charger, you noticed 8 missed calls from Jisung. Panic arising from the urgency, you called him back immediately, praying it wasn’t anything disastrous.

“Sung—”

“Y/Nie? Jesus, where have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop.” Frustration and worry were clearly evident in his voice.

“What’s happening? I’m about to start my stream–”

“We have Code Red: Roommate Imminent. I repeat, a Code Red. At this point, ETA 3 minutes.”

“3 minutes?!”

Your body sprang into action before your mind could. You wrapped yourself in a dressing gown and looked at your set-up. You couldn’t exactly tear it all down in the next 3, now probably 2, minutes. Perhaps you just had to persuade Chan to leave the house and absolutely, under all circumstances, your room was off-limits. You stood next to your bedroom door to avoid him barging in, to give you the time to think. He was like a homing pigeon to your hugs whenever he came home from work.

“Sungie, what the fuck do I do? I can’t exactly cancel this when Arpeggio’s my biggest tipper. I can’t have them leave negative reviews on my channel.”

“Okay, okay. First, message Arpeggio. Delay it by a bit,” Jisung said straightforwardly.

You nodded and took your phone away from your ear. You quickly opened up the camming app and shot a message off to Arpeggio, apologising and delaying it by 20 minutes.

The reply was instant, and of course, Arpeggio was understanding.

One thing off the list.

Second, Roommate Imminent.

Jisung's voice came through the phone, apologetic.

“Honey, I'm so sorry. Chan hyung insisted on staying home tonight because he was feeling sick and I couldn’t come up with any more excuses… you might have to improvise this time."

“Improvise? Oh sure, let’s do some impromptu improvisation while I casually explain my secret alter ego to my unsuspecting roommate and friend while wearing next-to-nothing,” you half-sarcastically joked, trying to suppress your mania. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Hey, hey, hey, no snappiness in this household, please,” Jisung replied with a click of his fingers. “Okay, think, think, think...”

“Maybe I can come over and just stream at your place? If I leave now, I can probably make it in just under 20,” you suggested.

“Y/Nie, I’m not at my place, remember? I’m in the car driving to Gimpo. I’m staying at Minho hyung’s place for a few days – at least till he can walk on his ankle again.”

“Oh right, right, right. Moonboot Minho,” you recalled. Jisung snickered. You both thought the new nickname you had donned on him was hilarious, much to Minho’s dismay and his fractured ankle. “I won’t have time to drive to Gimpo to pick up your keys.”

“Hmmm, what about renting a hotel room for the night?” Jisung suggested.

You contemplated but ultimately decided it was too last minute to organise.

“I’m at a loss, honey. Looks like we have a sticky situation,” Jisung concluded. You began pacing around, trying to control your breathing.

“Han Jisung, this is beyond sticky. This is like, stepping in gum while wearing fuzzy slippers, sticky.”

“Not you whipping out my government name. Look, Chan hyung did say he was sick, so maybe you just play The Good Roommate and encourage him to go to bed early. At least if he’s asleep then you can kinda be at ease? And if he can kinda hear you talking to someone, you can just say we were on voice chat playing games together,” Jisung proposed. You hummed, being the best solution you could reach.

With no other choice and a deep breath in, you reluctantly accepted your predicament of having to stream while he was in the house.

Jisung bid you with a farewell and a blessing of the improvisation gods upon you.

At the inevitable sound of the front door opening, you tightened the tie of your dressing gown and braved yourself to meet your roommate.

“Channie?” you called out to the dim lighting of the living room.

“Y/Nie? Hey,” he replied, a little flat. He wordlessly threw his coat on the couch alongside his backpack.

“Are you okay?” you asked, running up to get a good look at him. He looked fine from what you could tell. “Sungie mentioned that you were coming home sick.”

He smiled, opening his arms out for a hug.

“I’m okay,” he said softly once you were in his embrace. “Just feeling a little… I don’t know… anxious? I think I just need to go lie down, to be honest.”

“Did you want me to get you anything? Some food or some tea or…” He shook his head from the crook of your neck. “Okay, well why don’t you go rest, hey? I was just about to play games with Sungie once he got to Minho’s, so might be cooped up in my room for the next little bit. Say, when you’re up to it we can order dinner in?”

“Sounds perfect,” Chan said, finally mustering up the energy to stand upright.

He began to walk off before turning around, something clearly on his mind.

“Hey, Y/N?” he asked sheepishly. You nodded, letting him continue, but he shook his head instead. “Ah, you know what, it’s okay. See you a bit, yeah.”

You waited till Chan disappeared into his room before heading into your own. You were uneasy over the fact that Chan was unwell and that he was fretting over something, more so than him being at home at the same time as you.

But work awaited you.

me [10:14pm] channie seemed bothered by something but i think he’ll be okay he just went straight to his room remember, you’re my alibi if he hears me talking about to start work now, so will talk to you later i got faith that it’ll all be fine xx

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [10:14pm] thank god that was sticky af have fun honey, talk to u in a bit

Taking a liberal few minutes, you picked up from where you were and got yourself into the right headspace again.

You checked your angles, your lighting, and positioned yourself in the middle of your freshly washed throws. Your hair fell beautifully over your bustier as you crossed your legs to the side – you were glad you could finally show off your matching hair and lingerie, even if it was just to one viewer.

Taking a deep breath, you were ready to immerse yourself back into the world of desire and intrigue as you slipped into Amethyst’s persona. All the while staying as present as you could, remembering your sick roommate next door.

Like you said to Jisung – you had faith that it would all be fine.

3, 2, 1.

‘Start broadcast’.

Arpeggio’s chat window immediately popped up. Looking at the time stamps, you saw that they had logged into the chat room just a couple of minutes before you.

“Hi, Arpeggio! Sorry for running a bit late. How has your day been?” you said sweetly.

You were ready for PPT, flirty compliments and delving into how Arpeggio wanted you for the night.

They took their time replying to you in the chat, that you momentarily thought that you weren’t actually broadcasting live.

arpeggio-wolf143: hi arpeggio-wolf143: i don’t think that i can do this

What?

It certainly wasn’t the response you were expecting.

“...I’m not sure what you mean?” you replied with a nervous laugh.

arpeggio-wolf143: Y/N arpeggio-wolf143: it’s me

Your body froze.

Panic surged.

Secrets were about to crumble.

In that moment, time stood still as a rush of anxiety raced through your body.

All precautions – from handwashing your outfits, to having Jisung be your eyes and ears, to making sure you always had an empty house – were in an instant, futile.

Your carefully constructed world began to collapse as soon as you read your name on the screen.

There was no escape.

Just…

Who?

Before your brain could catch up to your body, you took your chances and moved the camera to get your face in frame – for the first time since you cammed. Ever.

“...who are you?” you asked, shining eyes as you looked right down the barrel of the camera.

There was no response.

A knock on your bedroom door made you jump.

Your friend’s muffled voice sounded on the other side.

“Y/N. It’s me. You’re talking to me.”

All you could hear was the relentless drumbeat of your heart.

The weight of Chan's words hung heavily in the air, sending a shockwave of disbelief through you.

He knows.

Out of all people in the entire damn world, Arpeggio was Chan.

The realisation hit you like a lightning bolt, leaving you paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.

As the silence stretched on, your mind raced, desperately searching for a way to process the unexpected turn of events.

And as the realisation washed over you, came the following sense of dread.

What would Chan's reaction be?

Would he judge you?

Would he be disgusted by your choice of work?

What if he kicked you out?

What if he… didn’t want to be your friend anymore?

As the sense of dread passed, it made room for a wave of anxiety to now crash over you, threatening to drown you in a sea of self-doubt.

With shaky legs and trembling hands, you finally mustered the courage to open the bedroom door, not caring to cover up your body.

You had felt a cocktail of emotions in the short span of time and now you and Chan stood face-to-face, secrets laid bare.

Friends, roommates, and now unwittingly tangled in a world of seduction and anonymity.

And as Chan looked at you, you noticed how his eyes held a mixture of surprise, curiosity and genuine care.

You braced yourself for what he might say, fearing the worst.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N,” Chan began softly.

Your body slumped, the weight of the truth settling upon your shoulders. With a quivering breath, you manage to nod.

The room felt suffocating, as the world you've fought so hard to keep hidden slipped from under your feet.

Chan's features softened. He stepped closer, his hand gently touching your arm.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to explain everything right now. Damn, like, I’ve got some explaining I need to do too," he said with a mirthless laugh.

Surprised by his unexpected support, you looked up at Chan, your eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"You... you're not mad?"

Chan shook his head, giving you a puzzled expression.

“Y/Nie, are you crazy? Why would I be mad?”

That was all you needed.

Relief washed over you.

You had feared losing your friendship, and Chan's understanding and acceptance provided a glimmer of hope.

“Right,” you replied hollowly, nodding as you took it all in.

Noticing that you were still in shock, Chan delicately grasped your hand this time. He guided you to the edge of your bed with slow and deliberate steps.

As you sat side by side, you could sense the compassion and concern emanating from him.

“Y/Nie,” Chan said sweetly as he squeezed your hand. “We should talk about this, yeah?”

Tears flowed as you struggled to find the words to express the gratitude and vulnerability that was consuming you.

Not wanting to induce any pressure, he brushed your tears away and began to speak instead.

“You know what, why don’t I go first, yeah? You don’t have to say anything or explain anything. But why don’t I tell you my side?”

You nodded, looking down at your interlocked hands.

“So, how long have I been watching you…” he pondered, his question not one to really be answered. “A while, I suppose. Frankly, you’d probably know better than me how long Arpeggio has been watching Amethyst.”

You inhaled deeply at the sound of those names, feeling all too disassociated that they were being said out loud.

“It all happened by chance, to be honest,” he continued. “I’d never really watched any cam shows before but had seen clips of Amethyst around when I was ummm, browsing the internet.”

You could see Chan start to turn a shade of red. You smiled – endearment being the first real emotion you were cognisant of since the initial shock. You squeezed his hand to encourage him to continue.

“Trying not to come across as objective or subjective but ah, I’m not going to lie, Amethyst was– is really damn gorgeous. Piercings are a huge turn-on for me, so I just had to seek her out. And that’s how it all kinda… happened?” Chan said, his voice raising at the end as if it were a question.

Your heart raced as the truth was unravelling in the most unexpected way, exposing a hidden connection neither of you had anticipated.

“God, I have said some fucking obscene shit to you during your streams. I… hope you don’t think differently of me,” Chan murmured.

Now it was your turn to give Chan a puzzled expression.

“Are you crazy? I don’t think anything different of you,” the first real words you had said since it began.

Your eyes met Chan's, searching for any signs of judgment or discomfort. But what you found was sincerity and warmth, as though the newfound revelation had brought you both closer together rather than pushing you apart. His words carried a weight of honesty and affection that you couldn't ignore.

Caught in the moment, you took a deep breath.

“Chan... I– I don't even know where to start. This is all so overwhelming, to be honest,” you began. “Ummm, in a nutshell, I started streaming on and off before deciding to take it seriously when the rent at my old place went up. And well, you know what happened, and I eventually got kicked out. I… I hope you don’t think that I didn’t want to move in with you initially because of this profession. I genuinely just wanted to get back on my feet on my own.”

“Hey, I honestly don’t think of it like that at all. I know you wanted to do it for yourself,” Chan nodded.

“Yeah, I suppose… I was just at a dead end. And then I moved in with you and it was the best decision I ever made.” A smile danced on your lips. “You’ve been there for me in so many ways since I moved in. From drama marathons, to game nights, to cuddles on the couch, to going on harebrained adventures to try out recipes I’ve seen online. You’ve really kept me grounded and just been a constant – so, thank you, Chan.”

You felt Chan lean in closer as he brushed the hair off your forehead to give you a light kiss.

“I’ve loved having you around the last 6 months, Y/N. I’ve said this to you before, but you really do know how to make everything better. I’m my best when I’m with you.”

His words genuinely touched you, leaving butterflies in your stomach, an amplified feeling of the ones that had been simmering over the last couple of months.

“Hey, so as Arpeggio would know, I started streaming back up once I moved in here. I only ever cammed when you were out of the house. I just– as if you didn’t realise it was me?” you smiled coyly. You felt Chan’s body quiver in laughter before you heard the mirthful noise.

“You know how… people sound different when they’re talking on the phone? It was kinda like that. I genuinely couldn’t tell it was your voice when you were talking to us,” Chan laughed. “And you always had your tatts taped up, your hair up and sat in front of a plain white wall. I suppose I never just put two and two together.”

Your eyes went wide in disbelief. You laughed alongside him, his reasoning being absolutely mind-boggling.

“Really? Well, I guess the plan to stay anonymous for as long as possible worked. So then, how did you finally figure out that Amethyst was actually me?”

“Ummm, I promised I wouldn’t bring it up again, but it was when you burnt yourself the other day,” Chan blushed. “When I saw your body I was floored. Like, I mean I know I was literally on the floor, but with your piercings, I knew it was you. But I didn’t know how to bring it up. So me being fucking stupid, I thought I’d book a private and then talk to you about it beforehand. And then I chickened out and went home feeling sick and guilty.”

Oh right, The Ramyeon Incident.

Amusement bubbled up inside of you again, and before you knew it, you were wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. Chan grinned at your reaction, laughing at himself along with you.

“Damn ramyeon,” you giggled. “God, Channie, I can’t believe you tipped me so much money for so long.”

“If anything, it actually feels a lot better knowing that my hard-earned 3racha dollars were just going to you. All those takeout meals you bought me were just with my money.”

You slapped Chan playfully on the arm, glad you both could easily joke about the whole situation.

Once the laughter had died down, Chan took both of your hands.

“Hey, I know there are other things that we should probably talk about, but I just wanna say that you’re still my amazing Y/Nie. I’m grateful for the connection we have and I will wholeheartedly support you in whatever you do. I hope you know that I won’t ever judge and I hope you feel comfortable to share as much as you want with me.”

You realised then that your friendship had evolved into something more profound. You had ventured uncharted territory together, discovering a bond forged by honesty and acceptance.

A smile blossomed across your face, a combination of relief and hope.

“Channie… thank you for being so understanding and continuing to love me. I’m my best when I’m with you, too."

As you both sat there, the world faded away, leaving you both in a realm of newfound intimacy.

Your eyes locked in a charged unspoken understanding. Your breath hitched, your gaze flickering from Chan's eyes to his lips, feeling the magnetic pull drawing them closer.

The air crackled with anticipation and with a surge of courage, you leaned forward.

Your eyes gently drifted shut.

Your hearts were beating in sync.

Chan’s plush, full lips gently locked with yours.

Electricity coursed through your veins.

Chan explored your mouth gingerly, and all at once at the same time.

The soft kiss held the weight of shared history, a mosaic of shared laughter, tears and late-night conversations. It was a culmination of discovery, dormant desires and buried feelings that long yearned for expression over the past few months.

In that single, transformative moment, all doubts and fears faded away, replaced by your friendship flourishing into something more. It carried the promise of everything falling into place, and you and Chan’s journey beginning.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes fluttered open. Your expression mirrored the sense of wonderment and surprise in Chan’s.

“Chan,” you whispered, voice steady with awareness.

“I know,” he whispered back.

He dived back in, capturing your lips with his own. But this time with a sense of impatience.

As his lips slid across yours, he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, waiting for you. You reciprocated, and the kiss became heated and more familiar.

Chan tentatively lifted a hand, placing it on the smooth patch of exposed skin between your bustier and your panties. His touch made you shudder, making him smile into the kiss.

“Y/Nie, do you…?”

You nodded hastily.

“Need you, Channie.”

Chan inhaled ruggedly and loudly. He looped one arm under your knees and another behind your back. He stood up and elegantly carried you up the bed till you were against your headboard.

You yelped at his strength, the flex taking you by surprise. You were well aware of his toned physique, but it was different when he was using you as a display of his strength.

He was quick to crawl on top of you and cover you with his huge frame.

“God, your voice sounds so beautiful,” Chan softly spoke in your ear before diving back in for another kiss.

It was wet and messy as Chan tried to cover every inch of your body with his.

“You–” he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses from your lips to behind your ear. “–don’t know how long I’ve liked you for, Y/N.”

The words left you at ease, as if the first kiss you shared was already both of your confessions.

You could finally come to peace with all the enigmatic feelings that toyed around in your brain and bubbled up when you were with Chan.

You lifted his chin to get his attention.

“Really?” you asked softly.

“You have no idea. You’re just… so beautiful, you know.”

“I like you too, Channie. You’re so beautiful, too.”

Chan surged in for another kiss, his tongue gliding along with yours as he processed your words.

You took the time to map out his lips, to savour his movements, to mirror his intensity.

And as the intensity heightened, you could feel him slowly pushing his hips towards yours, contact well needed.

He was getting hard.

Chan let a hand trail from your cheek down to the top of your bustier, before moving down to cup your right breast. You gave a moan of encouragement and he took it as a sign to squeeze and massage you.

And since he knew your body, he let the pad of his thumb rub over your nipple piercings. You felt him shudder above you, almost as if he was in disbelief.

“F-fuck, Y/N, I can’t believe you’re here with me. Underneath me. You look fucking incredible in your outfit, just for me. Your hair matches your pretty lingerie so perfectly.” His voice was raspy and strained. “Touched myself so many times alone in my studio looking at your body. Cumming along with you when you were fucking yourself on your toys. Imagining I was there, fucking you senseless. Can’t wait to see your body bare, just for me.”

You felt a ripple of bliss throughout your body. You needed his hands on your skin. You leant forward and expertly used one hand to undo the hooks of your bustier, pulling it off and throwing it to the side.

“I-I need to feel your hands on me. Please.”

After being constricted in your bustier, your breasts spilled out, perky and swollen.

Chan blinked slowly, eyes stunned at you before him. The person he had ever only watched on screen, now underneath him. You saw his eyes trail your face, down to your chest.

“Baby,” he said in awe as he brought both hands up to cup each breast in his hands fully. The pet name made your toes curl. “Look at you. These milky tits and those thick thighs on your tiny frame. And your fucking piercings too, oh my god.”

You writhed from finally getting the contact that you needed and his dirty, dirty mouth. He massaged your soft flesh, getting a feel of their weight. He slapped the side of one of your breasts, ogling as he watched them jiggle.

“Your big tits look so, so good in my hands. Want me to suck on your pretty tits, baby?”

You didn’t even respond, just let out a fervent whine as you waited to be bitten and played with.

Chan’s mouth watered and he dove in, cupping a breast and circling your areola with his tongue. His lips hungrily caught your nipple, and he was quick to suck and play with your piercing. You felt his tongue run back and forth, his teeth pulling at the ring. Sensitivity was vibrating through your body from his touch and you were unbridled with your moans as you closed your eyes, focusing on his movements. You could tell they were encouraging him as the gentle cup of his hand around your breast became a rough squeeze.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to look down at him. Chan’s eyes were closed in concentration as he lapped over your breast. You moved a hand down, stroking his hair and scratching his head softly.

Chan moaned at your touch and opened his mouth wider to lap his tongue over more skin as he sucked. Once satisfied, he let go of your nipple with a pop, and with a trail of spit, leaned down to play with your other breast.

His motions were starting to feel almost torturous, and with the way that you could feel your mattress shifting, you could tell that Chan was trying to get friction on his hardened cock.

He eventually trailed his tongue up your body, back to your lips.

“Your mouth feels amazing, babe,” you whispered. Chan beamed above you, pleased by the compliment. “Come on, wanna see you too.”

Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you helped Chan pull it off.

You had seen him topless before, but you had never had the opportunity to marvel at his chiselled body this close. His physique was sculpted, every line and contour of his body meticulously carved. Veins subtly traced across his forearms and his broad shoulders were powerful and commanding, tapered down to his V-shaped torso.

You lifted tentative fingers, taking the selfish time to run your hands over his shoulders and down his abs, leaving trails of goosebumps with your fingertips.

“Babe, fuck, you’re so hot. Especially when you’re on top of me like this,” you purred. The gentle rise and fall of his breath stuttered. You tapped the waistband of his sweatpants. “Can we take this off so I can see your pretty cock, babe?”

At your command, he shifted off you and grabbed your hand to pull you off the bed. He took a couple of steps back and you instinctively slid down onto your knees in front of him.

“Fuck, baby. You look so good on your knees for me,” Chan said, running his hand through your hair.

“Love when you talk like that for me,” you hummed before grabbing onto his waistband.

You pulled his sweatpants and underwear off in one smooth movement. His cock slapped against his abs once free, and fuck.

You had no idea that Chan was so fucking huge.

It was almost intimidating from where you were in your seated position. He was definitely longer and thicker than some of the dildos that he had seen you fuck yourself on before.

Mesmerised, you lifted both hands to get a gentle grip around him – one hand wasn’t going to be enough. You began to shallowly pump his cock as you craned your head up to look at him.

The eye contact made Chan shudder, his hand reflexively going to your hair to tug gently.

“Baby, fuck. You look so good with my big dick in your hands.”

He was the embodiment of power and vulnerability as he stood above you but sensitive to your touch. Feeling bold, you poked your tongue out, circling around the tip of his cock. He tasted salty and sweet.

“Hmm, think you can take all of me in your mouth, baby?” he asked as he covered his hand over yours and lightly slapped your cheek with his cock. You nodded eagerly before an idea sprang to mind.

“Say, Channie… I never showed my face on camera, right?” you began. Chan nodded, not understanding your point. “So that means you don’t know – I have a suppressed gag reflex.”

Chan’s pupils dilated at the thought. You giggled cheekily as you got up off the floor to jump back on the bed. You were laying down on your back with your head hanging off the edge.

From this position, you were upside down, eye-level with Chan’s cock.

“Wanna fuck my mouth? Want my mouth to feel full,” you proposed, even though you were already in position. Chan chuckled hollowly at the site, disbelief that you were his.

“You are a dream, you know,” Chan smiled.

He took a step closer and you opened your mouth wide, your tongue out and waiting. He brought one hand to the side of your face and the other to line his cock up.

“Two taps on my leg if it’s too much,” he piped up. You hummed in response.

Chan pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth and your tongue immediately swirled around, the taste of his precum irrevocably addictive.

Slowly, he pushed inch-by-inch into your mouth. But his pace wasn’t enough, so you reached around the back of his thighs and push him forward.

You realised you probably had been overconfident with how much you take quickly. But soon enough, you were breathing through your nose as your jaw and throat accustomed to his size, leaving you with a blissful ache.

Both of you stayed in that position, with your entire face right against his pelvic bone and his balls resting underneath your nose. Once you were comfortable, you began experimenting with ways to milk as much precum as you could with your tongue and the muscles in your throat.

“Baby. Baby, oh my fucking god. Look at you,” his mind was blown, a deluge of dirty talk on the tip of his tongue. “I could actually cum right here.”

You sent vibrations through Chan’s body as you suppressed a chuckle. You gave him a wave to start moving, and slowly, he slid a few inches out and thrust back in.

He looked at you in wonder. It wasn’t even just the physical aspect of feeling you enclosed around him, it was the mental aspect of knowing that you were all just for him. The immense trust that was necessary for this shared type of pleasure.

Eventually, you both built a rhythm as Chan fucked your throat.

His thrusts became longer as he slid almost all of his length out and pushed back in.

And soon enough, they became rougher too – but that’s just how you liked it.

Whining, you felt saliva pool around your mouth as his cock hit the back of your throat. He lightly gripped over your throat to feel the muscles contract and move along with his thrusts, before leaning forward to grip onto both of your breasts.

“Your mouth feels so tight and warm around my cock. Oh my god,” he moaned, gripping your breasts tight as he used them for leverage to fuck even deeper.

You inhaled deeply and momentarily freed your mouth with a pop.

“Come in my mouth, Channie. Wanna taste you,” you said meekly, voice wrecked.

He nodded and hastily put his cock back in your mouth, which you welcomed. You felt your eyes begin to water as he chased his release and came, cum and spit smeared across your face and dropping onto the floor.

You gladly sucked him dry, bobbing your head as you looked up to see him with eyes closed, floating. You used your hand to help your mouth, pumping him shallowly, as if it was a normal blowjob.

Once he came down from his high, with shaky legs, he dramatically collapsed onto the bed next to you. You laughed as you climbed over to straddle and kiss him.

“Y/Nie. What the fuck? I can’t even think straight,” he laughed in between kisses. You smiled at his reaction, making sure that he could taste himself on your tongue.

You spent a few minutes exploring his mouth again, a needed reprieve for both of you after you deepthroated him. Chan’s cock was still sticky but you didn’t care as you grinded against him, as you were sure you were leaking through your panties anyway. He raised his eyebrow as he felt your clit piercing against his cock, and before you knew it, he sat up and lifted you to place you back against your headboard again.

Realising it was now your turn, you stretched out, ready for him to slide your panties off.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Got it all over your thighs too,” he said, in awe at how your pussy was glistening.

You moaned feebly as you tried to close your legs, embarrassed at the way you were now also leaking onto the sheets below. He was rough with the way he opened your legs, marvelling at your shining clit piercing.

“You shy?” he teased. You nodded, not wanting to make eye contact. “Shy because I’ve already seen your pussy before? Fuck, I wished I was eating you out everytime you showed me your pretty pussy on screen.”

Chan and his dirty, dirty mouth.

It was such a turn-on.

He didn’t leave you room for response and dove in, coating his face with your juices. Knowing the way that you pleasured yourself when you were on screen, he used his tongue to trace around your clit to tease and edge you. Once he could see you getting restless, he ran his tongue over it, tugging on your piercing to build pleasure.

You saw fireworks as your heart rate spiked and your breathing became shallow. You were dumbfounded that Chan instinctively knew the exact pressure and pace to have your toes curling and your back arching. And when the pressure wasn’t enough, Chan knew the exact moment to coat his fingers in your slick and slowly push one finger into your pussy. Your hands needed purchase and you tugged at his hair in delight.

He managed to work 3 fingers into you, brushing against your g-spot with every movement, as he sucked on your clit.

Mind foggy and mouth slack, all you needed was pleasure and release.

“Channie… babe,” you moaned, your voice airy and breathy. “Don’t wanna cum like this. Need you, please, please, please.”

Chan ran the flat of his tongue from the bottom of your pussy, right up to your clit to circle one last time before his lips trailed up, leaving kisses on your hips, breasts and neck.

“Need my cock, baby girl?” he asked, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Need you to fuck me so good. Need you inside me so bad. I-I’m clean.”

Chan nodded astutely.

“Me too.”

He leaned forward to kiss you deeply one more time and shifted comfortably between your legs. You held your knees back, offering yourself, ready to take him.

He covered your hands with his, looked down as he gathered saliva in his mouth and spit on your pussy. Even though you were dripping wet, he wanted to mark you as his and make sure the slide wasn’t too painful.

Leaning forward, with one hand next to your head and the other still covering your hand, helping you prop your leg up, Chan guided his cock towards your entrance. You felt his tip prodding and soon enough, he was slowly, slowly breaching your walls.

“Channie–” your voice was strained and raspy as you tried to regulate your breathing, but your brain was scattered. “–you’re so big. You’re so, so big. Stretching so much for your cock, fuck, it feels good.”

That was the encouragement for Chan to bury his thick cock to the hilt. You whimpered as you realised you had taken his cock all at once.

Both of you paused, as he helped you get your breathing into sync.

A kaleidoscope of sensations flooded your senses.

Pleasure began to pump through your veins like a gentle current, igniting a flicker of excitement and contentment.

“Pussy is so tight, baby. Biggest cock you’ve ever had, right?”

“B-biggest cock I’ve had in my pussy. Filling me up so good. Need you to move, babe. Need you to fuck me hard,” you blabbered.

In your foggy state, you noticed a pattern: Chan’s pace was always agonisingly slow to begin with as you became accustomed to his mouth or cock. For good reason though because his tongue was magic and his cock was so big. But with your heated and obscene words of encouragement, he then was using all of his strength to fuck you at a fast speed.

The slap of skin on skin was satisfying, the sound of your juices together was palpable, the sweat dripping off your bodies was searing.

Every fibre of your being seemed attuned to the intense sensations and Chan’s body. It was as though your entire body was an electric conduit, transmitting waves of pleasurable energy, causing an exquisite shiver to dance along both of your skins.

The rhythm that the two of you had built was making waves, leading you both to a blissful release.

He kept hitting your g-spot, over and over again. Until–

“Channie, I-I’m gonna…”

“It’s okay, baby. Cum for me. I’ve got you.”

Chan brought a hand down to where the two of you were connected. You keened from his light caresses, as he rubbed his finger back and forth over your clit piercing, helping you to cum.

You slammed your hands down onto his shoulders as your body gave out.

Dopamine flooded through your brain as you fell into an altered state of consciousness. Your soul was on a whole other level of connection with Chan as pleasure consumed your body.

It was all-consuming, euphoric.

An uninhibited release of self-consciousness, of control.

Everything and nothing all at the same time.

It was the highest of highs that you had ever experienced, from what you could even recall.

Chan’s thrusts became stilted as he came deep inside you, fucking you through both of your orgasms into a whole new state of sensitivity. The built-up sexual tension from Amethyst & Arpeggio and Y/N & Chan, finally ending in this.

He leaned down to litter kisses on your face and whisper sweet words in your ear as you breathed deeply.

“So good, baby. You’re okay, you’re okay.”

He brushed your hair off your forehead, eyes boring deep into yours as his thrusts slowed down to a stop. Once you had your senses, you smiled brightly, eyes crinkling.

“That was amazing, Chan. You are amazing. So, so beautiful.”

You leant up to kiss him as he slipped out of you. He revelled in the moment, kissing you back deeply.

Your hands roamed all over his body and his cum started to spill out of you. Noticing he was still rock hard, in a split decision, you pushed him till he was on his back and climbed on top of him, hands on either side of his head.

His eyes went wide at the view.

“Love you getting in control like. You look so good from here,” he lifted a hand up to grope your breast. “Your tits look incredible.”

You grinned, leaning forward to smother his face with your chest. Chan was quick to catch on, playfully biting on your nipples. He sucked on one of your piercings, your skin simmering with post-orgasm glow.

Reaching a hand behind you, you pumped his cock a few times.

“You wanna…?”

He nodded and helped you line his cock up with your entrance.

With hands on both of his shoulders, you controlled the pace, this time, starting off fast and shallow and then switching over to slow and deep penetration, taking all of his thick cock at once. To get deeper, you grinded back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pelvis.

Chan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, your confidence level boosting.

“I always did say I liked seeing how your ass jiggled for me when you were riding.” He slapped your ass, encouraging you to ride him faster. You laughed, leaning down to kiss him.

It was a different kind of heat to being in missionary, a different kind of intimacy. The powerful intensity of being together for the first time had slowed to a gentle hum and you could be playful in bed.

Eventually, his hands drifted down to your hips and he began to use them for leverage. As your lifted your body up to slam it back down, he was thrusting up to meet you halfway. Both of you were getting the friction that you needed.

“Channie… I’m close again.”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too.”

You leaned forward, your foreheads against his, breathing in the same air till you were both teetering off the same edge.

With one last thrust, he was cumming deep inside you, your walls pulsing as they milked him dry.

Your body spasmed and you slipped off his cock, cum seeping out as you sat hovered above him. Understanding what was happening, Chan sat up and helped rub your clit back and forth, twisting your piercing.

Your body was so sensitive after your first orgasm, and with the pressure of Chan’s fingers, you were squirting, all over his abdomen and all over your bed.

The release of tension made your back arch, your toes curl and your hands clench. It pulsed as it left your body. It was the best relief.

You collapsed on the bed next to him, your breathing erratic, and trails of Chan’s cum and your juices down your legs.

You and Chan sat in stunned silence with a sense of profoundness and reflection.

Tranquillity began to settle in the aftermath, as you basked in the serene stillness.

Your mind gradually processed the magnitude of what transpired, allowing your heart to soak in the lingering reverberations of affection.

Chan was the first to break the silence.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he said matter-of-fact, voice getting back to normal.

You closed your eyes next to him, laughing unabashedly. Your throat panged from its use and with how good you felt.

You sat up and leaned forward, licking a stripe through the liquid pooled on his abs in one swoop. Chan placed a hand in your hair and you leaned forward to kiss him, tasting both of you on your tongue.

“You’re gonna get me hard again, baby. And I don’t think I have the energy when I’ve already cum 3 times.”

You giggled mischievously.

“I know, I know. Me too. But I couldn’t help it. You taste so good.”

Chan pecked you on the lips.

“Cheeky, baby.”

The electricity was soon dissipating, both of you lying in a mess, but neither bothered to move yet.

This time it was your turn to break the silence.

“So…” you started.

“So, indeed,” Chan chuckled. “So… maybe, we should go wash up together. Then I’ll order in dinner. Then we’ll talk this over properly.”

“And then?” you asked, to see where it left the two of you.

“Then, you come sleep in my bed since we made a mess in yours. And then tomorrow night, you let me take you on a date.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

A mixture of excitement, joy, and nervousness bubbled through your brain.

You found yourself unable to contain a delighted smile that spread across your face.

Standing in the kitchen, now in the early hours of Saturday, little did you know that your night had the stage set for a wild collision of identities and unknowing tangled secrets. The universe had truly thrown you a twisted curveball. But like you said to Jisung, hours ago – you had faith that it would all be fine.

Both now clean – after much distraction in the shower – you were making berry cocktails to celebrate, while Chan sat on the couch with the next episode of Never Mind ready to go, eyes glued to his phone waiting for the food delivery driver to get close enough to collect it from downstairs.

“Ah, they’re just downstairs. Be back, babe!” Chan quickly stood up to head to the door, but paused in his steps and turned around to run back into the kitchen to give you a peck on the lips. You giggled, slapping him on the ass.

“You silly. You’re just getting food, not saying goodbye.”

“But still!” he called out, his voice trailing out into the hallway.

God, he was just so endearing.

Taking your drinks over to the couch, you spotted your phone lighting up on the coffee table. And in classic Han Jisung style, you were met with a myriad of missed calls and texts from your best friend.

me [02:04am] uhhh hi?

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [02:04am] Y/N??? oh my god??? don’t just ‘hi’ me after ghosting me!!!!!! but also hi where tf u been? it’s been hours? i legit called chan hyung too bc i was getting worried me and moonboot minho were about to haul ass to your place how was tonight? you make enough bank so u can take me to pipi tomorrow? lmao

me [02:06am] so about that lol long fucking story let’s go for lunch tomorrow bc i’ll be busy at home in the morning but i gotta be home at a reasonable time because i have a date tmr night

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [02:06am] DATE what do u mean a date ???????

me [02:07am] ah fuck, sorry honey chan’s walking back in with dinner will talk to you later xxxxxx love you, have a good night xxxxxx

jisungie platonic loml 😘 [02:07am] Y/N???? Y/N???????? can’t believe you’re ghosting me again way to leave me on a cliffhanger can’t believe you’re leaving me for food and chan hyung what happened to bros before hoes not that chan hyung’s a hoe lmao but he’s stealing you from me so i want americanos and those fancy cheesecakes with gold leaf on them tomorrow you owe me big time love you! xoxo

author's note: thank you so much for reading! this is my first time writing for skz, and it has been so much fun. excited to hear what you all think about this fic that's been my lil baby for a while now down below and hope to make friends with u all because i’m still new to tumblr stayville! ♡ ♡

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Omg high school me (big ole Star Wars nerd) was giggling and kicking her legs with this crossover. MORE MORE MORE!!!

Star Lost

F/M Pairing: Fem! Reader x Changbin (SKZ)

Genre: Science Fiction; Star Wars AU

Word Count: 13K

Warnings: Explicit Smut, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Alcohol Consumption, and Language; Changbin as a Brooding Mandalorian

Summary: They found you, a speck among millions of stars, and they gave you a home in their ranks. But how will your ragtag family of bounty hunters fare against a former storm trooper who offers you a compelling reward in exchange for your services?

A/N: if you see any mistakes, no you don’t…

Tag List: @luminouskalopsia​ @straykissss​ @charreddonuts​ @pandinha-puff​ @mrs-grim-reaper​ @elkel​ @lamerchesan​ @idek-at-this-point-lol​ @poutypoutybin​ @lavenderbang​ @adaamazing​

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