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Enemies to Lovers AU - Villain! Bang Chan/Hero Fem! Reader

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"Bombing the lake? Again?" You huffed, crossing your arms. Chan chuckled, "Don't you love it, princess. It's a love bomb," he said gesturing to the paper heart floating on the water's surface. "CB97," you said, clenching your jaw. Chan raised his arms in surrender, "Full government name, princess. I'm hurt," he said, smirking down at you. "The water is polluted now and the poor aqua cleaners have to clean up after you," you ranted, running your fingers through your hair in annoyance. Chan's gaze softened, "Princess the paper is biodegradable. It'll dissolve, scouts honor," he said, raising three fingers in honor. You stifled a laugh, "Still, you can't be a city nuisance, CB. If I don't take you down, someone will," you warned, not wanting him to get hurt. Chan chuckled, getting on his hoverbike, "Dying in the arms that aren't yours, princess? Never," he said, riding off.

"Time to figure out who's under that stupid mask," you said, looking around to check if anyone was there before ripping it off. Chan chuckled, wearing another mask beneath, "Surprise?" he said, loving the annoyance on your face. You rolled your eyes and pulled off the mask. Your breath hitched, "Chris?" You whispered, cupping his face. Chan groaned the wound in his abdomen stung, "The one and only," he said, lips etched with a stupid grin. You furrowed your eyebrows, "I could've killed you," you said, tracing the gash on his cheek. Chan nuzzled your palm, "Death by your hands is the best way to go," he said, staring up at you. "Idiot," you grumbled, kissing his lips. Chan chuckled, taking the lead as he licked your bottom lip. You parted your lips, deepening the kiss under the moonlight.

NSFW BELOW CUT

"You thought I would just accept you being CB97 without repercussions?" You asked, pinning his wrists to the bed. Chan's eyes widened, "Baby, Princess, Angel. Please have mercy on my poor soul," he pleaded, his heart racing with fear and anticipation. You chuckled and unbuckled his belt, "Mercy? What's that?" you purred, tying his wrists with the belt. Chan gulped, "Princess a man can only cum so many times before there's nothing left," he said, flexing his wrist beneath the bounds. You aligned your fluttering cunt with his cockhead, "Let's see what's your max then, yeah?" you said, mimicking his accent. Chan tossed his head back as you sank down his throbbing shaft, "Fuck, hah," he gasped, bucking his hips upwards.

"Mmh, hah. So hot so big," you purred, riding his cock at a controlled pace. Chan clenched his jaw, veins protruding on his neck, "Ride Daddy faster, princess. I know how much you missed me," he groaned, pissed at your teasing strokes. You giggled, grinding your hips when his cockhead kissed against your cervix, "But Daddy, this already feels good," you said, your voice breathy and warm. Chan huffed, easily flipping you on your back, "You know better than to tease me, little girl," he growled, breaking the belt. You wrapped your arms around his neck, "Make me regret it, Chris. To. Pher," you whispered, nipping his ear. Chan chuckled, hooking his arms under your knees, "Just you wait," he gruffed, sinking his cock deep within your aching hot pussy.

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with the release of the railway mv I have a newfound inspiration and will be writing things incorporating kinks :) stay tuned!

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bangchan boy kisser #confirmed

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sub bangchan x dom male reader!

- idol x manager secret relationship

daddy kink!

‼️‼️ MINORS DNI ‼️‼️ 18+

word count: 1,170

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Chris had been chosen to become a brand ambassador for Fendi, and with that, he got an invitation to Milan fashion week. The company sent him out with his favorite manager. He loved it when the company sent them somewhere together. He mostly spent time with this manager. This manager also happens to be his secret boyfriend. The manager is a bit younger than Chan, but they both don't mind.

They both arrived and got settled in their respective hotel rooms. Once settled, the manager knocked on chans room door.

Chan opens the door and smiles at him.

“I wanna take some pictures! Look they gifted me some things!” Chan said enthusiastically

The manager smiled. He was enamored by chans excitement.

The manager then grabbed chans phone and took pictures of him. Chan posed with the gifts, and then they took some more of them just goofing around the hotel room.

There was a knock on the door and the both looked at each other before the manager went to go check who it was.

It was a delivery person from Fendi dropping off chans outfits for the fashion show.

“Thank you sir” said the manager with a smile before the delivery person left.

After they left, the manager closed the door and headed over to chan.

“Would you like to try it on now?” He asked Chan.

Chan nodded.

The manager laid down the neatly packaged clothes onto the bed, and chan began to strip. Not caring if the manager saw him. It's not like he hasn't already seen what Chan has to offer.

The manager sat down on a chair and just watched Chan change into the clothes. Chan had surprisingly taken off his boxers, and the manager was just enjoying the view.

Chan put on a long black skirt with a black lacey pole and a leather jacket. Then he put on black socks and some heavy looking boots. Chan then looked at himself in the mirror, then looked at the manager and did a little 360 waddle.

The manager chuckled. “You look really good in that skirt. Even more so with the fact that I know you're not wearing anything under.”

Chan blushed.

The manager stood up and made his way towards Chan.

“You did it just for me huh dirty boy?” Said the manager.

“Yes.” Chan answered shyly.

“You want my hands on you baby boy?” The manager asked.

Chan was visibly getting aroused. A small tent starting to form on the skirt.

The manager looked down and chuckled. “I guess that's a yes”.

The manager proceeded to take off the leather jacket from Chan and set down onto the bed neatly. He then lifts the shirt up slightly and he gets behind Chan and presses his front to chans back. His hands wrap around chans waist and his hands are placed on chans stomach.

Chan let's out a soft whimper.

The manager lifts the shirt some more to take it completely off of chan and he neatly places it onto the bed. His hands resume roaming chans torso. The aussie boy letting out soft whimpers and moans. His arousal even more evident thanks to the tent in the skirt.

“Mmm my pretty boy. I love the sounds you make for me” the manager says.

The manager proceeds to massage chans pecs and playing with chans nipples. Chan letting out soft gasps and moans and throwing his head back onto the managers shoulder. Chan was completely melting into the hands of his manager.

“Good boy. Keep on making those cute sounds for me. Mmm so cute” said the manager.

The managers hands roamed down chans torso and to the hem of the skirt.

Chans breath hitched.

Chan could feel the managers arousal pressing against his ass and it was all making his mind a bit foggy.

“Please” chan begged.

“Please what? Tell me what you need baby.” Said the manager.

“Please touch me” chan whined.

“But I am?” Said the manager.

Chan whined louder. “Touch my dick please”

The manager chuckled. “Only because you asked so nicely my precious boy.”

The manager gave chan a kiss on the neck before his hands made their way under the hem of the skirt and onto chans erect penis.

Chan let out a loud moan and his body trembled a bit.

“Does it feel good when I touch you right here baby?” The manager asked.

“Mhm” chan hummed.

The manager chuckled and continued. One of his hands wrapping against chans hardened penis and the other pressing against chans stomach. He began stroking chan very slowly.

Chan squirmed. He needed more. He needed it faster.

“Please daddy please go faster” chan whined

The manager gave chan another kiss on the neck.

“Alright baby boy. Brace yourself for me” the manager said.

The manager sped up and chan moaned loudly.

“Fuckkk” chan moaned

The manager smiled and kept going.

Chan used his hands to lower the skirt so he wouldn't get it dirty. It dropped to the floor and the manager stopped. Chan let put a soft cry.

“Can't get this dirty” the manager said.

The manager picked it up and set it onto the bed rather quickly before bringing chan back to him and resuming what he was doing.

Chan moaned and let out loud whimpers.

“Oh. Daddy, I'm close” chan said.

The manager sped up a bit more and chan threw his head back again and with a loud guttural moan his body trembled and he released onto the carpet.

The manager slowed down but kept stroking him. Helping Chan ride out his orgasm. Softly kissing his neck until he stopped stroking Chan.

“My good boy. Such a big mess you've made for me. Mmm so good” the manager said as he kissed Chan.

Chan was catching his breath. His mind foggy and his body felt so good. A bit numb but it was good.

The manager lifted him bridal style and took him to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet seat. The manager proceeded to run him a nice bath. The hotel room had a basket in the bathroom with tons of bath things and he put some things into the bath and then lighted the candle that came in the gift basket. He then lifted chan again and set him down into the bath.

Chan smiled at him. “You're so good to me”

The manager smiled and pushed some hair out of chans face.

“It's my job silly” said the manager.

The manager then softly kissed Chan on the lips and stayed with him as he enjoyed the bath and washed up. Planting the occasional soft kiss on chans lips.

Chan enjoyed the lovely aftercare and washed up. Once he was done, the manager dried him off and carried him bridal style to the bed and changed him into his night clothes. Once Chan was asleep, the manager went back to his own room with a smile on his face. He loved Chan so much.

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AN: I hope this is better than the last story 😭 thanks for the support on the last one tho! I hope to write more and dust off my writing skills!! Stay tuned! ❤️

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gamer bangchan x ftm reader!

- long distance relationship

TW: use of words cunt and boycunt

‼️‼️ MINORS DNI ‼️‼️ 18+

word count: 748

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“Oh fuck chris *whimper* I feel so good!” 

Chris shut his eyes and let out a shaky breath. He leaned back into his chair and let his body relax. His headphones on his head and his ears soaking up every little sound. As he relaxed he felt a surge of heat pool around his stomach. 

“Please daddy please. I need you please fuck me please! Oh God! *whimper* my fingers feel so good *squelch*” 

Chris bit his lip and let out a little hum. His cock was hard already. 

“Fuck fuck fuck.. *intense squelching*” 

His cock twitched in his shorts and he gripped onto the arm rests of his chair and groaned. Shutting his eyes tightly. 

“Daddy please I need your cock in me. My boycunt misses you daddy. Oh God I need your dick in me right now or I'm gonna die *whines and whimpers*” 

Chris couldn't hold it anymore. His hands desperately reached for the zipper and button of his denim shorts and he quickly freed his cock from the restraints of the fabric. He was so desperate for release that he didn't even jerk himself off at a slow pace. He started fast and kept going. The sound of male masturbation filling the room along with his soft moans. He reached for a drawer and pulled out some lubricant and put some in his hand and resumed his masturbation. 

“Fuck baby boy. Oh God. I need you” Chris spoke out loud to the empty room. 

His headphones kept on playing the audio his long distance boyfriend had sent him. He misses his boyfriend in so many ways but right now all he could think about was fucking his boyfriends cunt until his boyfriend was all dumb and drooling. Unable to form coherent sentences. God he needed his cock in his boyfriend desperately 

“Oh baby don't stop im so close” he spoke out loud into the empty room

His boyfriend had a completely different time zone than him so as Chris is jerking off to the audio his boyfriend sent the boyfriend had been asleep for hours at that point. 

“Oh god” Chris moaned loudly. 

He was so close to cumming. His body felt like it was on fire. The sounds his boyfriend was making just for him was driving him insane… 

“Fuckkkk” Chris moaned loudly. 

His cock twitched in his hand as he released his load onto his hand and onto the floor. He sunk into his chair and let himself catch his breath. The audio in his headphones looping to the start and he slid his headphones off with his clean hand and grabbed the roll of tissues on his desk and cleaned his hand up and cleaned up his cock. 

Chris grabbed the gaming mouse on his desk and moved it to click on the clock he had on his computer. It was only 9pm for him and it was 5am for his boyfriend. 

“Fuck… I miss him” Chris says to himself 

It's been about 4 months since Chris came back from visiting his boyfriend in the United States. They met through Felix, a mutual friend. Chris and Felix are professional game streamers and often do streams together. Chris's boyfriend is also one but he plays more harsher games mainly to do with horror and isnt so popular meanwhile Chris and Felix stream genshin together and are very popular.

Chris opens up his phone and shoots a text to his boyfriend. 

“my prince… I just got done listening to your audio. I felt so fucking good baby. You're so hot. Such a good boy for me. I can't wait for these two months to pass so I can hold you and kiss you. I really need to be inside of you too. I feel like I'm dying without feeling your warmth daily. I love you baby. Text me when you wake up. I'm gonna start streaming now. I love you so much” he texted. 

He went onto his phone and tweeted about going live in a few minutes and he got up to grab some snacks and drinks and set them on the side of his desk and prepared his pc for a livestream. He got up and grabbed a hoodie that belonged to his boyfriend, and it smelled exactly like him. He felt so warm and cozy. He relaxed and slipped his headphones back on to start his live stream and opened up his game. He smiled, seeing his fans show excitement. 

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A/N: pls spare me I haven't written fanfic in years 😭 but I want to get back into it so pls if this is bad don't tell me I already know. I'll most likely make more little parts for this bc I enjoy the thought of horny twitch streamer chan yearning for his long distance boyfriend and being an absolute desperate loser 😁😁😁 all of that said very lovingly btw no insult I love horny losers.

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chan's cute lips nibbling/sucking on your tdick. his tongue occasionally swirling on your sensitive head...

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I need Chan to rub my tummy from the inside

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💭 . . . " TOUCH YOU , TOUCH ME " . 🌊 . . (REQUESTED) 💙 (REALLY SHORT)

🌊 pairing ; bangchan x male reader

🌊 genre ; fluff

🌊 cw ; none

🌊 a/n ; sorry it's short 💧💧

they were perfect for each other. bangchan and (m/n) , like fire and water , sun and moon.

bangchan loved (m/n)'s daily visits , they usually watched movies , listened to music in silence , or ate together. but today is wednesday , and on wednesdays they cuddled.

(m/n) knocked on bangchan's door , he was giddy and couldn't wait to meet his boyfriend (as if he doesn't see him everyday). bangchan soon answered the door and brought (m/n) into a warm hug , leading him inside the house.

(m/n) tapped his white cane onto bangchan's floor , feeling his surroundings until bangchan announced they made it to his room. bangchan jumped onto his bed and helped (m/n) onto it , gripping his hands and laying his white cane by the bed frame. "you want extra blankets?" channie asked , (m/n) shook his head no and just laid down , letting chan pull him closer.

there was background noise from chan's tv , from the bustling city of seoul outside , and from the whispers that came from his mouth and into (m/n)'s ear , making his face hot , and a smile appear on his face. chan's arms were wrapped around his boyfriend's body , gripping his waist. their legs were tangled together and their foreheads were touching.

(m/n)'s closed eyes soon opened , even if he couldn't see the sweet scene before him , his sense of touch and hearing did it all for him. "channie.." (m/n) muttered , "yes?" chan answered , taking a deep breath and inhaling the sweet smell of his boyfriend's skin , "can i touch your face?" (m/n) asked. chan's eyes opened and he sat up , "what?" he said , "it's nothing weird..—" (m/n) said , sitting up with chan , "i just wanna know what you look like.." he said. chan giggled before taking (m/n)'s hands and putting them on his face , "it's alright , i was just surprised. you've never asked me that." chan smiled.

(m/n) didn't waste time responding and started moving his hands over chan's face , feeling his plump lips , his cheeks , nose , ears , etcetera. chan's face got visibly red and his skin was hot , (m/n) embraced the heat coming from his boyfriend's face. "you're handsome." (m/n) said , pulling chan's cheeks "reyally? tbank tu.." (really? thank you..) chan said.

(m/n) squished chan's face , peppering his face with kisses , chan giggled saying how it was ticklish , and they soon went back to laying down and under the covers.

(m/n)'s head laid on chan's chest , putting a hand on his pecs and calming down , "you're really handsome you know? it's crazy.." he said , chan just laughed and caressed his boyfriend's hair , and soon both of their eyes closed in the comfort of one another.

a/n ; i know it's really short but this wasn't meant to be long.. lmao..

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u only write top reader!!!! i think this is my first time seeing someone only write top reader. lowkey refreshing.. i dont like bottom/sub reader much:/ btw i love ur fics sm theyre so good<3

could i request a smut with bottom!sub!chan, top!dom!reader where reader ties chan's wrists to the bed and blindfolds him so hes extra sensitive plssss

bonus points for a kink for marking (like hickies) or chest play

sry if its a lot my brainrot is horrible, just do whatever ur comfortable w/!! anything is amazing lmao

I-... I tried, okay 😔

|Bang Chan x Top!Male!Reader|

|A New Play|

•Smut•

Content Warning; sensory deprivation (bondage & blindfold), nipple play, marking kink, nicknames (baby boy, puppy, darling), mentions of a safeword.

Word Count; 1.5k

(M/n) was sitting on Chan's bed, resting against the headboard, just chilling in his partner's room. Surprisingly, with nothing much to do for the day, Chan was finally taking a break from working on music and was enjoying his time playing some games.

They were completely silent, not a single sound coming from the room and the whole dorm. Hyunjin had gone out to buy more art supplies, while Jisung and Changbin went to the agency. Jisung wanted to work on a song while Changbin went to exercise, leaving Chan and (M/n) alone.

Blinking a few times, (M/n) looked up from his phone, his attention now fully on Chan who had just called his name.

"Yeah, darling?" He asked, observing the shy smile that grew on Chan's face at the cute name. He shifted around on his chair until he was facing the (h/c)-haired male, fiddling with his fingers.

"I wanna try something... new," the tone of his voice was enough indication for (M/n) to know what he meant. He couldn't contain the smirk from growing on his face, now interested in what Chan wanted, setting his phone down, he leaned forward closer to him, his side pressing against the table on the right side of the bed.

"Well, what do you wanna try?" Without uttering a word but with an obvious blush, Chan stood up from the chair and walked toward his drawer, taking something out while (M/n) kept his eyes locked on his frame, silently waiting for him to turn around.

When he did, (M/n)'s eyebrows shot up. Chan was holding a red rope and a black blindfold. With an amused look in his eyes, (M/n) leaned back, holding himself with his hands on the bed.

"You wanna use those on me, or want me to use them on you?" (M/n)'s flirtatious teasing made Chan flustered, squirming in place and trying to maintain eye contact with him.

"I want... you to use them on... me," he answered in a whisper, shyly looking down.

(M/n) stood up from the bed and stood in front of Chan, lifting his head with his thumb and index finger placed on his chin, "You remember your safeword?" Chan nodded with a dazed look in his eyes, his sight locked staring at (M/n)'s lips, who leaned down and gave him a small kiss, "Good boy, now..." His hands slowly took the rope and blindfold from Chan's hands, stroking his hips gently with his free hand, "Get on the bed, sweetie."

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Gentle kisses and feather-like touches were left on Chan's body, electing gasps and soft whines out of him, his beautiful lips swollen from all their kissing.

Backing away slightly to admire the male under him, his fingers caressed his wrists, tied together fully trusting that Chan would not lower them, he was more of an obedient type when it came to bedroom activities, not a big fan of being a brat. (M/n)'s fingertips touched his skin, all the way down to his shoulders, gracing his skin and up to hold his face.

He smiled when he saw Chan's body trembling, the silk blindfold over his eyes making it impossible for him to know where (M/n) would touch him, making him more sensitive, his senses on high alert as he tried -but failed- to guess what his boyfriend would do.

Leaning closer to him, (M/n) pressed his lips on Chan's, a muffled whimper escaping him. He squirmed on the bed, letting out soft moans against (M/n)'s mouth, squirming on the bed and bucking his hips up, in an attempt to get some kind of friction. And that desire was, somehow, granted to him.

(M/n)'s hands had moved down his chest, his index finger and thumb gently pinching his left nipple while his free hand reached down his abdomen, further down his navel, his touch a simple grace on his wet tip. Humming, (M/n) broke their kiss, looking down briefly to see just how much pre-cum was oozing out of Chan's slit.

He was left amused when he saw a small puddle forming on his lower abdomen, and he couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Well, looks like someone is eager, hm?" Chan whined and squirmed on the bed, his arms moving but he didn't attempt to lower them, "Tell me, puppy, what do you want?"

Teasingly, (M/n) had moved his hand further down between Chan's legs, and his wet fingers were now pressing on his twitching hole, swirling it around, enjoying the whimper his boyfriend released at his touch.

"I want y-you... to fuck me..." He said in a whisper, loud enough for (M/n) to hear him, but he wanted to tease him a little bit more, a flustered Chan was always a delightful sight after all.

"Hmm? Sorry, beautiful, I didn't hear you," leaning down again, (M/n) placed a few kisses and gentle bites on Chan's chest, making his way up his neck, his fingers pressing a little bit harder which earned him a louder whimper from Chan.

"Please, (M/n)... fuck me, I need you," damn, how can I resist such an erotic voice.

"There's no way I can say no to you, baby boy," releasing Chan's perky nipple, (M/n) reached for the lube bottle hidden behind a bunch of stuff on his bedside table, he opened it and squirted some on his fingers and Chan's puckered entrance.

Carefully, (M/n) pushed a finger inside him, slowly moving it around to not cause Chan any pain, maybe only a small discomfort. Letting out a short whine, Chan spread his legs further apart, slightly lifting them off the bed, feeling only a little bit embarrassed by his action, but also quite disappointed that he couldn't see (M/n)'s expression right now.

Within a few minutes, Chan was already impatiently squirming, feeling a knot in his lower abdomen as he try to hold in his orgasm. (M/n) had been teasing his prostate since the moment he reached it, muttering it'll help him loosen up and relax quicker, a dumb excuse to simply watch him writhe under him. (M/n) could see how he desperately wanted to lower his arms and take his blindfold off, but Chan was too good to do that.

Even if he knew he wouldn't be punished, he didn't like disobeying orders, especially if those came from (M/n).

Finally deciding Chan had enough teasing, (M/n) pulled his fingers out, lowering his boxer shorts enough to take his cock out, pumping it a few times, smearing the remaining lube on his fingers on it to ease the penetration.

Holding Chan's thighs and bending down, (M/n)'s warm breath hit his neck, his lips gracing the shell of his ear.

"You ready, darling?" Whining softly, Chan nodded, pressing his knees against (M/n)'s sides.

"Yes~," he said in a whisper.

Pushing his cock inside him slowly, (M/n) groaned as Chan clenched around him, throwing his head back and releasing a loud, high-pitched moan that almost made the (h/c)-haired male lose control over himself.

"Fuck- move, please, move..." He whimpered, his legs now wrapping themselves around (M/n)'s hips and holding his body close, making his cock push all the way inside Chan's body. The male under him arched his back off the bed, his mouth opened wide and his body quivered on the bed.

The feeling of something warm and wet on his abdomen was enough to let (M/n) know that Chan came.

He was really sensitive that day, and he was sure it was because of the blindfold and the restraint keeping his wrists tied together.

Chan's hands gripped the pillow under his head, his breath ragged and uneven, "Why are you... so big~?" He muttered while trying to regain his breathing, "Your cock feels so good, (M/n)~, I... need more of you," Chan's mind was foggy, his body tingling at how sensitive he felt, and he lowered his arms, gently holding (M/n)'s after touching him a little bit, his covered eyes making it a little hard for him to know where he was exactly, but he managed.

Leaning up, Chan kissed (M/n), pulling apart a few seconds later.

"Give me all of you, love," (M/n) took a deep breath at Chan's words, slowly but surely thrusting in and out of his body, making him moan against his lips.

The sight was too much for (M/n), seeing Chan with his mouth open, his swollen and shiny plump red lips, releasing the most erotic moans and whines made him groan with need. Holding Chan's wrists, (M/n) pinned his arms above his head, reaching down for his neck, sucking on his skin and leaving purple marks on his beautiful neck, down to his collarbones and chest, where he took his nipple in his mouth and played around with it, swirling his tongue and nibbling on the perky bud.

Chan's moans grew louder with each second, (M/n) relentless thrusts and mouth were the cause, his mind was numb, his eyes filling with tears that started to slide down the sides of his face.

One thing was clear tho...

Chan wouldn't mind doing this again.

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|Vampire!Bang Chan x Human!Male!Reader|

•Fluff&Angst•

Word count; 9.1k words.

A Thousand Years songfic.

Living in the 1800s wasn't exactly easy. With barely running water and no sources of heat, everyday life became tedious and dreadful, the long hours spent working under the scorching sun of summer caused many people to have heatstrokes, passing out from the heat. The lack of strength in their bodies, having problems remembering stuff, lack of motor control, all of that were signs of dehydration, and working such an arduous work for over twelve hours sometimes just wasn't enough to get enough water and food to survive the night.

(M/n) was one of those people, always humble and noble, and commonly known as the black sheep of his family, all because he'd rather give to those in need than take from those who struggle with their everyday lives. (M/n) wasn't exactly part of any loyal family, but they were of high status, and he didn't want anything to do with the rest of his family, always looking at others from above, with haughty looks on their faces. (M/n) was more than happy living away from them, and even if he may be struggling with food and water, he was still living life the way he found most comfortable.

However, one day, his parents dragged him out of his small hut, and forced him to clean up, told him to get dressed up, and soon, they hopped on the carriage, and the whole way to wherever they were going was completely silent. (M/n) observed outside, making eye contact with all those people he once helped, the gratitude in their eyes now replaced with disgust, turning away to avoid eye contact with him.

Well, a wolf could never become a sheep after all.

He sighed and zoned out the rest of the ride, only snapping back when his father was helping his mother get out from the carriage, and he followed closely behind her.

Now he realized they were standing in the small villa surrounding the castle, only prestigious people in sight, people who had water, food, and plenty of heat sources around, and yet, they couldn't spare anything for the people dying in the suburbs, it made him mad, the frown on his face visible to anyone that tried to make small talk with him or even just look at him. (M/n) didn't want to be there, he still had stuff to do and yet, here he is, attending the royal ball unwillingly.

He did his best to ignore the people surrounding him and his parents, not really in the mood to listen to their arrogant, stuck-up personalities and lives of luxury. Even a man as educated and well-behaved as (M/n) felt the urge to punch them in their stupid faces every time they opened their mouths to talk about stuff no one really cared about.

Entering the castle with all the people of the villa, (M/n) cringed at the gold decorations around the salon, the big round tables filled with all sorts of food he could only dream of, and he felt sick at the sight of these people living as they were the only ones worth living. (M/n) couldn't take it, and right before his mother called him to introduce him to another rich family, he walked out the back door, leading to a huge, incredibly beautiful garden. The stone path lead to the center of the garden, a water fountain maybe a little too big there, there were stone benches and ceramic tables placed around the fountain, perfect for having dinner outside, and everything was surrounded by a wall of vegetation, flowers growing everywhere.

He couldn't deny it, it was absolutely wonderful, almost like a scene from a fairytale book.

(M/n) walked closer to the fountain and just stood there, feeling the subtle splashes of the cool water on the skin of his hands and face, a few small drops landing on his clothes. His mind wandered, asking himself how nice it would be if everyone in the world could be equals, no one better than the other, everyone holding the same weight and worth...

His internal existential crisis was interrupted by a chill breeze that almost knocked his tophat off his head, and he glanced to the side, seeing a blond male with curly hair standing next to him.

His stoic expression accentuated his sharp features, his black suit perfectly embracing his muscular body, not a single sign of dust on him, he was absolutely gorgeous, but the way he stood with his back straight was enough indicator for (M/n) to know that this male next to him belonged in royalty.

In fact, he's the eldest son of the Bahng Family, Prince Christopher, the next heir to occupy his father's throne.

Awkwardly, (M/n) looked away from him, internally hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear his erratic heart, relentlessly pounding against his chest. His body's reaction to being right next to an attractive man made (M/n) remember why he is the black sheep in his family.

His parents had been hoping to have a son, who would marry a beautiful young lady and give them grandchildren to continue their bloodline, but after giving birth to three daughters they deemed useless, he was born.

Only, he is not interested in dating, marriage, or having kids. Specifically, he's not interested in women. But if anyone found out-

"Do you dislike these events as well?" The voice of the Prince snapped him out of his thoughts, turning his head back to look at him, flinching when he made eye contact with his warm brown eyes, even though they seemed to lack the bright shine of life.

"Well... yes, I will rather be in the suburbs helping people who struggle every day," he answered honestly, and he noticed how that seemed to get the Prince's attention.

"The suburbs? I've never gone there," (M/n) chuckled and reached up to take his tophat off, tired of the annoying weight on his head.

"I'm not surprised, living in this kind of place, you're not missing much, Prince," out of the corner of his eye, (M/n) realized Christopher had turned to look at him, and he glanced at him, their heights awfully similar, but (M/n) had to look slightly down.

"Well, if you allow me, I would like to see the suburbs someday," showing the Prince a small smile, (M/n) nodded.

"Any time you want, Prince Christopher."

Both males stayed there, just talking about trivial stuff, and things they disliked about their lives. Apparently, Christopher's parents weren't as tough and strict with him, allowing him to live his life until he had to take the throne, and his father was plenty healthy, so they were sure he was gonna be King for a long time.

Not only that, but every member of the Bahng Family gave away old clothing to people in the suburbs, once a week sending carriages to give away food and water to as many people as they could. (M/n) now realized who did all of that, and he was even more grateful that, even though they were royalty, they remained humble.

Such a great family.

(M/n) was having a good time spending his time with Christopher, talking with him as if they've known each other their whole lives, but his father's voice reached his ears, and as he turned around, he saw his parents standing by the door, looking at him with a serious look on their faces, of course, their frowns disappeared as soon as they realized who the male standing next to him was.

"Oh, Prince Christoper," (M/n)'s father took his hat off and bowed at the male while his mother lifted her skirt enough to bend her knees and bow her head.

Just then he realized he didn't greet the Prince accordingly, but that was the past now.

"Mr. and Mrs. (L/n), nice to meet you both," he walked closer and offered his hand to (M/n)'s father, shaking his hand with a strong grip that scared the older man, after that, Christopher reached his hand to his mother, gently holding her gloved hand and kissing the back of her hand, "Is there anything you need?"

(M/n) saw how his parents snapped back from the trance they were in due to Christopher's amazingly good looks, they looked at each other, silently asking each other who should talk, but ultimately his father decided to speak up.

"There's someone who wants to meet you, son," he looked at (M/n), who frowned as he could already guess what his father was trying to do.

He still believed his son was in a "rebellious phase" just because he didn't see the appeal in getting married and having kids, stubbornly trying to make his only son marry the daughter of a big family, close to royalty even.

"I'm not interested, father," the man clenched his jaw at having his words denied by his son as if they didn't mean they could have even more riches with this arranged marriage. However, the man decided he will have a talk with his son later and after bowing to Prince Christopher again, they walked back inside.

"Does this happens often?" (M/n) sighed and nodded, walking over to the nearest stone bench, just now realizing they had been standing the whole time they talked.

"I think getting married to someone you don't love is wrong, and growing up in this family made me realize that I just don't care about getting married," he said once both of them were sitting down, "My parent's marriage was also arranged, they don't love each other, they love being superior to everyone else."

Without knowing what to say, Christopher silently looked at the male next to him.

He could almost feel his stone-cold heart beating again, bringing a feeling of being alive to his immortal body, incapable of feeling his warm blood surging through his veins. None of that was part of him anymore, and it's been so long since he last felt alive.

But this male next to him seemed to have ignited something in him that he's never felt before.

Love.

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After that first time they met at the castle, (M/n) hasn't been able to stop thinking about Prince Christopher, even so, he couldn't just show up at the castle uninvited so he just stayed in his hut, helping people around whenever he could. And particularly today, (M/n) has been feeling really stressed, his father kept insisting on having him meet this girl but he kept refusing, putting up excuses he came up with on the spot, and those moments made him crave wanting to see Christopher again.

He was picking up boxes filled with fruits and vegetables from the floor when he heard the familiar sound of horseshoes on the pavement, and squinting because of the sun, he saw the carriage stop while a few men hoped down, boxes filled with different sorts of provisions in their hands as they approached people near their houses. It was at that moment when the man holding the rope around the horses' snout beckoned him closer.

(M/n) placed the box back down and dusted his hands on his dirty clothes, not really doing much apart from making the dirty fly up. The man grabbed an envelope from the inside pocket of his suit and reached his hand out for (M/n) to take it. Frowning with confusion, (M/n) grabbed it and turned it around.

His eyes widened when he saw the embroidery of the seal. The Bahng Family's embroidery. And in neat calligraphy, the name Christopher Bahng caught his attention.

He looked up at the man again, and he smiled at him, "Thank you, sir," he smiled back with a small bow of his head and the carriage started moving again once the men hopped back in.

Turning around, (M/n) walked back into his hut and sat down on the worn couch in his living room, gently opening the envelope and taking out the letter inside.

He gently touched the letter before he started reading it. Christopher told him, with eloquence, that he had been wanting to meet with him again, and for longer this time. He explained how he had fun that day at the castle, even if their conversation was nothing but trivial, and he wrote about how much he wanted to become closer to him. (M/n) smiled at that, and he soon reached the end of the letter, making him freak out for a moment.

It was still early in the morning and he had so much work to do, but Christopher said he'll be taking the carriage to the suburbs to meet up with him. He didn't say anything about going out to do something in specific together, but he was covered in dust and dirt from head to toe, he couldn't possibly meet with a Prince looking like that, but feigning appearances wasn't something that (M/n) was fond of.

If Christopher was genuine about them wanting to be close, then he wouldn't care about his dirty, tattered clothing, his messy hair, and disheveled appearance, he rarely looked as well put together as he did at the castle, and with that in mind, he got to work again, deciding on taking an earlier break to try and freshen up a bit, wash the dirt off his face and hands along with changing into more clean clothes, just as tattered and parched up as the previous ones, but not as dirty.

And now, sitting outside of his hut, he saw the same man on the horse he saw earlier in the morning, only this carriage wasn't like the previous one, this was clearly for only people, not as fancy and shiny as it'll usually be, and the moment Christopher got off, gasps were heard from the people surrounding them.

"Is that Prince Christopher?!" The blond male turned towards the group of women in their mid-thirties that had come together in a circle, observing the male in awe. Christopher showed them his big, bright smile, the sight of his dimples making the ladies fawn at his attractive features.

(M/n) just observed with amusement from where he was still sitting.

"You'll make everyone fall in love with you if you keep smiling like that, Christopher," (M/n) said with a teasing smile, and the blond male looked down at him, a smug expression on his face.

"If that includes you, I might consider having a permanent smile on my face then," (M/n) felt his face heat up at the subtle insinuation, wondering how he could openly joke about something like that with another man. So deciding to just ignore his comment, (M/n) stood up and dusted his pants a bit, standing in front of the Prince.

"Well, what do you wanna do?"

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Their day was spent in quite a unique way, at least for Christopher. He helped (M/n) with his work, talked to quite some people openly as if he wasn't a Prince, got to know more of the suburbs, and most importantly, he learned a lot of things about (M/n).

He already knew the male was pretty much harmless and humble, but when it came to rich people treating others with contempt he could not let that slide. That kind side of him was what caught Christopher's attention, especially since he knew the (L/n) Family was quite wealthy, however, he was glad that the male was more human than a lot of people he's met for the past years.

From then on, he kept visiting the small town in the suburbs where (M/n) lived, joining him in helping others that needed him the most, his still heart seemingly feeling warm again, the ghost feeling of his heart beating always catching him off-guard.

He couldn't and wouldn't deny it, Prince Christopher may have fallen in love with (M/n), feeling alive again every time he saw his wide smile or heard his cheerful laugh. He was well aware of how society would look at him, how he would be treated just for being in love with another man, but he couldn't be bothered to care about any consequences.

His family accepted him just the way he is, and he had a hunch that (M/n) might also like him, his lingering touches on his arm whenever he helped him with work, or the longing looks in his eyes when he thought he didn't notice.

And yeah, he was absolutely correct. (M/n) found himself daydreaming more often than not, spacing out the moment he remembered Christopher's voice, his body shivering whenever he remembered his touch on his skin, and his heart pounding in his ears as he could almost hear the sound of his boisterous laugh. He might be scared, but he was more in love with Christopher than scared of the people in the town or even the villa surrounding the castle.

If nothing worked out as he hoped, (M/n) would have to do one of two things; leave town and never come back, or get married and have a "normal" life with a wife and kids, he didn't want to do any of the those, but he couldn't hold back anymore, not having Christopher was slowly eating him away. And like that, feeling determined, he waited for him outside of his hut yet again, this time more dressed up than usual, he had finished all his work the night before and early in the morning, so he had the rest of the evening free and he used it to get ready, gathering enough confidence and looking as nice and put together as he could with what he already had.

Hearing the horseshoes nearing his house, he looked up and bit his lip at the sight of the carriage. He glanced at the basket on top of the tree trunk he used as a table near the front door and he grabbed it, wiping his sweaty hand on his pants as he watched Christopher getting off the carriage.

They watched as it left, before looking at each other and showing soft smiles at the other.

"Well, what do you have to do today?" The blond rubbed his hands together in excitement making (M/n) chuckle, but he reached his hand out for the Prince to grab.

"I finished all my duties of the day just so we could do something else, Chris," gulping nervously, (M/n) observed how Christopher's eyes seemed to shine with adoration, gently placing his hand on his and letting himself be led away from the hut, further into the woods behind it.

They walked in complete silence for a few minutes, soon reaching the clear (M/n) had found the first night he reached the suburbs, the first time he ran away from his house after a fight with his parents.

"Alright, wait here, Chris," smiling softly at (M/n), Chris stood by a three, closely observing how the (h/c) haired male took out a cloth from on top of the basket and placed it down on the short grass. After setting everything for the little picnic (M/n) made, he stood up from his crouching position and walked over to Chris, holding his hand out again, waiting for the Prince to take it.

Observing (M/n) with adoration and love, Christopher held his hand, letting the male guide him to the picnic he set up in front of him and they sat down on the cloth.

The first hour went by with some idle chat, them talking about the week they had and funny memories they may have got since they last saw each other, and like that, the sun rays started hiding behind the tall trees surrounding them, making it seem like it was getting later than it actually was, and thanks to his good orientation, (M/n) was aware that the time barely reached 5 pm, so they could be out for a while longer, eating the remaining fruit in the basket before Christopher had to leave back to the castle.

Well... is now or never, taking a deep breath, (M/n) opened and closed his fists, feeling his palms clammy due to the sweat, clearing his throat, he looked up at the blond, who had just finished eating the last strawberry, "Christopher," he freaked out slightly at the trembling sound of his voice, but the warm look Chris sent him was enough to make him feel relaxed and at ease, "There's something I need to tell you."

Slowly licking his lips, Chris felt a little bit nervous, wondering what (M/n) might want to tell him. If it wasn't because something prevented him, he would've read his mind... well, actually no, he wouldn't have, he respects (M/n) too much to do that and he kinda liked not knowing what someone was thinking for once in his life.

"What is it?" Carefully, Chris placed his hand on top of (M/n), letting him know that he could tell him anything, at any time he wanted.

(M/n) looked at their hands for a moment, before gently interviewing their fingers together, leaning slightly closer and glancing up at his brown eyes again, "I'm... I'm in love with you, Chris."

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. The silence was dreadful, and (M/n) realized he's gonna have to decide what to do from now on, without having Christopher Bahng in his life.

But the world is filled with surprises. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but this one...?

This one might be the best surprise ever.

After (M/n) had lowered his gaze, Chris' free hand reached up to sweetly cup his face, wordlessly leaning closer and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. (M/n)'s eyes opened wide for a moment, but they closed as soon as he reciprocated the kiss, his hand holding tighter onto Christopher's hand while he reached his free hand up to his neck, holding him in place while the blond's hand moved to his hair, playing with strands of his (straight/curly/wavy) (h/c) hair.

Their kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it lasted long enough to make their bodies shiver from happiness, the ghost feeling of Chris' heartbeat could almost bring a dark blush to his face, feeling incredibly happy. He never knew he could be so happy just by kissing someone.

And (M/n) felt exactly the same way.

Breaking apart from their kiss, both males looked into each other's eyes, smiling sheepishly and letting out a giddy laugh before leaning in once more, unable to keep away from the other now that they'd kissed.

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To society's eyes and standards, Chris and (M/n) were just friends, they spend as much time together as they could whenever the Prince would come by the suburbs to help, earning him the love and respect of the people around him. They worked well together and it was more weird seeing them apart than glued to each other nowadays. Only they knew what occurred behind closed doors.

Loving each other greatly, where no one could judge them and point accusatory fingers at them, blaming them for deviating from the rule of nature.

(M/n) has seen families torn apart after finding out their children were attracted to their same gender, poor and wealthy families alike. The suburbs and the villa were the same in that regard. But thankfully for them, the Bahng Family was overjoyed to realize their eldest son had finally found love, and they supported them in every way they could.

Even so, no one could avoid the prying eyes of people who wanted nothing more than to ruin the (L/n) Family, all because of a personal vendetta against (M/n)'s father.

And like that, the rumour of (M/n) kissing another man spread as quickly as air, even reaching the castle.

In the backyard, taking care of her flowers, Chris' mother heard the loud mouth of people from the other side of her garden, gossiping amongst themselves like it was their oxygen. And the words that reached her ears made her breath get stuck in her throat, the watering can in her hand fell to the grass as a vision plagued her mind.

She saw how (M/n)'s parents barged in through the door of his hut, yelling curses at him for letting such a meaningless rumour spread like that, his mother telling him they already had a bride ready to get married, that he didn't need to get to know her, just marry her and the rumour would dissipate with time. (M/n) seemed angry and disappointed at her words, the plan they thought of being even crueler than everything they had ever done.

They would never accept (M/n) for who he is. He realized that now and he felt like an idiot for believing he could ever live a normal life without his parents always telling him what to do and how to be. Sighing, he looked down and nodded once.

"Let me use the bathroom first, mother," huffing an annoyed 'okay' they watched how (M/n) took a couple of steps until reaching his small bathroom. He stood in front of the shattered mirror and let some tears fall down his face, before catching sight of the window behind him through the reflection.

The sight of the woods behind his hut greeted him, and he didn't think twice before climbing through the window and running away from everything.

Chris... Chris... Christopher!

"Mom?!" The woman snapped back from her vision right after hearing the heartbreaking cry of (M/n) for her son, and glancing at her side, she saw him. Chris was gently holding her shoulders, probably preventing him from falling over during her vision, "Are you okay? What did you see?"

"(M/n)... He's running away, his parents..." Trying not to freak out at his mother's words, Chris took a deep breath and lead his mother to a stone bench, helping her sit down.

"Where?" Blinking a few times, she lifted her gaze from her trembling hands and looked at her son.

"To the woods."

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Never in his life has Chris run as fast as he did at that moment.

He jumped over the walls surrounding the backyard and sprinted in the direction of the woods, knowing by memory the way to (M/n)'s hut. When he arrived he heard the boisterous screaming of his parents coming from the inside, but he picked out the scent of his partner immediately and he ran after him.

It didn't take him long to find him, he was kneeling by the edge of the lake, his body slouched as his shoulder shook, the sound of his crying made Chris frown, feeling angry at the cause of his tears but the sadness he felt at seeing him break down was greater than his anger.

"Darling," he softly called out to him, approaching him slowly. (M/n) glanced over his shoulder and let out a choked sob, turning back to the water soaking his hands and part of his clothing, before wetting his face a bit, getting rid of the tears staining his face.

"What are you doing here, Chris?" He asked with a hoarse voice, barely looking at his partner as he kneeled next to him. His cold hands rubbed his back up and down, soothing his body and mind from the stress he was feeling. A smile stretched across his face, he had gotten used to feeling Chris' cold hands on him, not really bothering to ask him why he was always so cold, after all, his cold touch felt as warm as a fire, heating him up and silently letting him know he'll always be there for him.

Internally, he was grateful that Christopher showed up, but at the same time, he felt like a burden to him. Chris could live a normal life if he hadn't fallen in love with him, and now, they could never live in peace. Not as long as the world didn't change.

"I heard..." He trailed on, unsure of how he should explain that his mother had a vision about him, that's why he's here now, but apparently, his unfinished sentence was enough for (M/n) to understand.

Scoffing a laugh, (M/n) observed his reflection in the water.

"I'm so pathetic, I should've known this was gonna happen," Chris wrapped his arms around (M/n)'s body, holding him close as the male's eyes filled with tears once more, "I'm so sorry, Chris... I put you in this situation, and now- my- my parents..." Gently holding his face in his hands, Chris dried the tears that continued to fall down his face, leaning closer to him until their foreheads were pressed together.

"This is not your fault, darling, the world is not ready to accept that one can't choose who to love, okay?" Closing his eyes, (M/n) nodded once, still unsure and doubting Chris' words, "Why don't we...?" Stroking (M/n)'s hair, Chris made the male look at him again, "Run away? Forever?"

Frowning in shock, (M/n) pulled away from Chris, who seemed heartbroken at being denied in such a way, "We can't," was all (M/n) had to say, and now it was Chris' turn to frown.

"Why not?" Standing up and walking along the waterline, (M/n) shook his head from side to side, scoffing as he imagined an impossible life with Christopher.

"You'll be losing more than I'll ever be able to achieve."

And Chris realized why (M/n) reacted like that. He was worried about him. Him being a Prince and the next one to occupy the throne, and become King, his concern made him smile, letting out a chuckle that made (M/n) mad.

"Why are you laughing now?" He asked abruptly turning around, and Chris smiled at him, walking to close the distance between them, reaching for his hands and slightly looking up at him.

"You don't need to worry about my family, or me, (M/n), I have everything I could ever ask for..." Reaching his hands up to cup the male's face in his hands, (M/n) closed his eyes, flinching at the cold against his warm skin, but still leaning against his palm, "Right here, with you."

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For months, (M/n) and Chris lived in a small cabin secluded in the densest part of the woods, really close to the neighboring country's frontier. Christopher took him there, explaining that he found the cabin when he was a kid and had been fixing and repairing it whenever he needed, and it's been a while since he came back to it.

They cleaned around the place as soon as they arrived, and placed some dry logs in the fireplace, having some illumination in the single big room of the cabin. They hunted some animals that were running around and roasted their meat on the fire, boiling some water from a nearby lake so they could drink it later, and with their stomachs full, they laid down on the already dusted mattress.

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Chris' waist, both of them facing the fire, its bright light already dimmed down quite a bit, leaving the room lit with a warm yellow colour illuminating their features. Nuzzling the back of Chris' neck, (M/n) placed soft kisses along his smooth pale skin.

"Chris?" He asked in a whisper, soon hearing the blond humming in response, "Marry me."

Caught off-guard, Chris blinked and turned around in (M/n)'s arms, his brown eyes staring at him with a dreamy look in them, shining under the warm light of the fire.

Reaching his hand up, he sweetly stroked (M/n)'s face, his thumb slowly gracing his lips with a love-filled look, "I would absolutely love that, darling," he responded with a tender smile on his lips, revealing his charmingly adorable dimples, "But... How?"

A sad look clouded (M/n)'s (e/c) eyes, his hand going up to hold Chris' hand, keeping it on his face, and he turned his head to gently kiss his palm and that simple gesture made Chris shiver, "One day... one day we will get married, honey, I promise."

Softly pushing (M/n) on his back, Chris got on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning down, joining their lips in that sweet yet passionate kiss, conveying to each other how they in love they were.

That night was filled with love and adoration, not an inch of their skins untouched, leaving marks on each other's bodies as they shared such an intimate moment together, the silent promise of belonging to the other in mind and soul sealed by the last kiss they shared before falling asleep, comfortable staying in the safety of each other hold.

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After a whole year, (M/n) and Chris had established their new life in that cabin that slowly grew in size, hoping that someday, they'll be able to form a family, but if that didn't work, the cabin may serve someone else as a home, after all, that was just a house, because their home was wherever the other went.

They were living quite an easy, enjoyable life, until (M/n) suddenly became very, very sick.

At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he started having a cough and some high temperature, but he claimed he was feeling alright, he's dealt with stuff like this on his own for years, and he trusted his body enough to know he'll be feeling as good as new in a couple of days.

But that didn't happen.

Two weeks after the symptoms started, he could no longer get up from the bed, his voice a mere whisper, causing him pain wherever he tried to speak, having to rely on Chris to help him drink water slowly, he has been choking on air recently, and it was safe to say the blond was extremely worried. He had tried to go back to the villa and bring over a doctor that could treat (M/n)'s illness, but he didn't like the thought of leaving (M/n) by himself while he tried to get help, even more since his family was still looking for him to get him to marry a woman.

With the state the male was in, Chris was scared, really scared, he seemed like he could die at any moment, and the thought of a life without him brought tears to his face, sleepless nights staying awake to watch over him, holding his body gently as to not hurt him or cause him pain.

And one particularly bad night, (M/n) knew. He felt his life slipping away like a breath, and after a bad coughing fit where he ended up coughing a whole lot of blood, Chris started crying at the sight of his dying partner, who just showed him his gentle smile, his eyes lacked their usual brightness, but they looked at him with all the love in the world.

(M/n) slightly raised his trembling hands, and Chris leaned closer to him, staring into his eyes while his bottom lip trembled and tears ran down his face, "I love you, Chris... never forget that, okay?" His weak voice made Chris go into denial, biting his bottom lip and shaking his head.

"No... No, I won't- I won't let you die, (M/n), I can't..." He tried blinking the tears away, his hands shaking violently as he caressed (M/n)'s face and down to his shoulders, "You can't leave me, darling... you're- you're all I have," a cascade of warm tears ran down Chris' face, dripping from his chin and wetting the skin of (M/n)'s palms, "I can... I can save you."

(M/n) tried to laugh at his words, weakly drying the tears off his cheeks, sweetly stroking his blond curls, "Is okay, honey-"

Hardly swallowing his saliva, Chris spoke with a serious voice, "I'm a vampire," he looked into (M/n)'s eyes and continued before he could say anything, "I can turn you into a vampire as well, and- and we can be together forever, (M/n)," he whispered, his voice breaking the more he talked, hating the mere of thought of having to continue living without the love of his life, however, that was gonna become his reality soon.

"Christopher is too late now..." Feeling his still heart shatter, Chris looked down, biting his lip hard to prevent his broken sobs from escaping his mouth, "We'll meet again, okay? I could never forget you, Chris," showing (M/n) a trembling smile, he leaned closer, pressing their foreheads together, "I love you, so much..."

"I love you too, (M/n)," he whispered before pressing their lips together gently, soon backing away and realizing that his partner had stopped breathing.

His eyes filled with tears again, endlessly falling down his face and he held (M/n)'s lifeless body in his arms, screaming all his pain and sorrow away.

He stayed as long as he could sitting on the wooden floor, the mattress on the floor and he cried everything out. Now, with no more tears left to shed, he felt empty. The sun coming through the blinds made him realize it was already morning, the sun rays hitting something with a reflection, the bright light making him blink rapidly as he looked away for a moment.

And he saw that (M/n)'s ring was the cause. Taking a deep breath, he reached his hand and slowly took his ring off, the embroidery on the inside reading, 'We'll last forever, (M/n) & Chris'. Pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue, Chris avoided crying again, and he took his necklace off, passing the silver chain through the ring, keeping it close to where his heart is, and he stood up, covering (M/n)'s body before grabbing his shovel, going to the clear where (M/n)'s confessed to him and he started digging a hole deep and big enough to bury his fiance.

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With (M/n)'s body cleaned up and well dressed, Chris placed a kiss on his forehead as he jumped down in the grave he dug, placing his body on the dirt, covering him with his favorite blanket, and he cried a few minutes more, completely silent before jumping out and burying (M/n).

He grabbed the flowers he picked up earlier, made a messy yet pretty bouquet with every single flower (M/n) liked and he placed them by the cross he made. His name, (M/n) (L/n) carved on the wood, and right next to it, the year he was born and the year he died, 1795-1820, barely having reached his 25th birthday.

From there, he walked into the suburbs, people gasping at the sight of Prince Christopher having returned, but no one dared approach him. It might've been the ominous aura around him, but the devastated look on his face was a clear enough sign to let them know that the Prince wasn't looking forward to talking to others.

He walked all the way to the castle, the world muffled in his ears, ignoring every person that tried to talk to him, and when he walked through the main doors of the place he lived in, the sight of his mother made him break down, running toward her like a little kid, hugging her tightly and crying the loss of his soulmate once again.

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Chris wasn't the same man after that, after spending the first couple of months in his room he finally decided to leave the castle. His family understood his grieving and gave him space, letting him have all the time he needed to heal.

But he'll never heal the deep wound (M/n) left in him after leaving this world. Even though he didn't need sleep, sometimes he did just so he could relive all those happy memories of (M/n), however after a while, his dreams became plagued with the image of his last moments, only turning more and more sinister, and now, Chris became afraid to sleep ever again, passing his hours plastering words on paper, expressing the feelings he couldn't and can't anymore.

The instant Chris decided to abandon the castle, he knew it'll only be temporary, he loved his family too much to just leave forever, but again, he needed time to himself.

The months soon turned into years and Chris was still holding onto the memory of (M/n), his ring hanging around his neck, his own ring still on his ring finger, waiting for his soulmate to come back to him. Maybe... in another life.

Chris constantly remembers the stories his parents told him, how they've witnessed reincarnation, and he held onto that small spark of hope in his chest, no matter how long he'll have to wait for (M/n) to be part of his life again, and hopefully, forever this time.

The wait was long, and even though he hasn't given up yet, Chris decided he needed to get his life together, and now, a hundred and ninety years later, he's standing in Sidney's airport. He witnessed how much the world has changed in nearly two centuries, realizing he contributed to some important inventions, how? He's not entirely sure either.

Walking out of the airport with only a backpack hanging off his shoulder, he was met with his younger sister, Hannah, who smiled at him and hugged him tightly. She had missed him for so long and now, finally having him in front of her again reminded her how their lives used to be.

"I missed you too, Hannah," the sound of his voice almost brought tears to the girl's eyes, but she held them back and walked towards her car.

"Come on, let's go home."

The car ride was filled with laughter and music, after years, Chris was finally showing a genuine smile and he felt glad that he decided to come back home. And he was only with Hannah currently, the thought of seeing his parents and Lucas warmed his heart, and -accidentally- reading his sister's mind, he found out they had a beautiful dog named Berry. She was so cute and cheerful, he couldn't wait to finally meet the cute canine.

It was safe to say that the greeting he received when he walked through the door was more than emotional, his parents hugged him as tight as they could, his mother crying in his arms, finally being able to see the face of her eldest son. His father was more composed, having a better grip on keeping his emotions to himself, hugging him even tighter.

Lucas jumped on him the moment his parents released him, and he cried for a while, clinging onto his brother like a koala, and that even made Chris tear up a little.

And finally, he saw her. The small dog had walked around the corner, tailing Lucas and curiously staring at the stranger surrounded by her family. Her eyes observed Chris as he carefully approached her, kneeling on the floor and reaching his hand out.

Growing up used to the sight of vampires, Berry found Chris' scent comforting and somehow familiar. With careful steps, she sniffed his hand and soon after, nuzzled it, placing her head under his palm, enjoying the gentle pets on her soft fur.

Surrounded by the comfort of his family, Chris chose to focus on the single one thing that has worked for him ever since that fatal day. He created music. His own personal way of conveying his feelings is by writing meaningful lyrics, making the soundtracks soul-touching, and the notes in the song making your whole body shiver as you can feel the raw emotion put in the music.

Something about making his own music made him feel safe and sound, as if nothing could go wrong ever again, and he even dared record himself singing or rapping the lyrics along the soft, slow pace of the song.

And somehow, he ended up finding himself making it big in the music industry a few years later, going by the name Bang Chan, he became the leader of a kpop group, Stray Kids.

Never has he gone through the amount of stress this job was making him go through, but even if his body was exhausted, his mind was erratic every second of every day, only feeling sadness whenever the anniversary of (M/n)'s passing got closer, taking the day off to connect with himself and his memories, observing the drawings he's made along the years. He even had a portrait of him done by Hyunjin, who found it fascinating how his hyung had managed to draw the same face by memory now, as if he actually met the male in his past life.

_____

Walking along the corridor, Stray Kids were heading toward the practice room JYP told them to meet him at, peeking in through the open door and seeing him in the middle of the room, the members of Twice were also in the room.

"Oh, boys! Come in," everyone walked in and Seungmin closed the door after being signaled to, since he was the last one in, "Well, I'll explain to you what I already explained to the girls," Stray Kids turned to look at Twice bowing at them in silence, and some members noticed two groups sitting at the back of the room, "I've been planning on making another survival show."

Felix seemed to shiver as he remembered the bad time he went through during the survival program SKZ did, and Minho rested his hand on his shoulder, sharing the feeling with the freckled male.

"And I wanted to change things up a bit, you'll be their mentors to help them get ready for a possible debut," the word possible weighed on everyone's shoulders, especially the trainees', "Twice would mentor the girl group, and Stray Kids would mentor the boy group, as easy as that."

Of course, it wasn't "as easy as that", the man was just giving his job to others because that's just how he is. Another tyrant in the entertainment industry.

"The filming would begin next week, so get to know each other a little better," he said heading to the door and leaving the room. Twice were the first ones to approach the girls who had already stood up and they stood in a corner of the room, while Stray Kids slowly walked towards the boys who were hesitantly standing up.

Chris wasn't too interested in participating in this project, he didn't want anything to do with JYP and his group projects, treating humans like experiments, but he couldn't do much about that, just obey.

"Hyung, isn't he the guy from your drawings?" Hyunjin whispered in his ear, and he blinked confused, looking up at the group, observing every single of them closely and finally, his brown eyes landed on a young male standing at the back, completely silent and slightly separated from his group.

Chris couldn't believe his eyes, he was seeing (M/n) again, in front of him. Alive.

Feeling a heavy stare on him, (M/n) looked up, immediately catching Chris' eyes, and like a movie, Chris saw every second of his life next to (M/n), the ring touching the skin of his chest feeling like it was burning as if it knew it was in close proximity of its original owner. He was unsure if it was actually (M/n), his (M/n), but the moment he saw his gentle smile he knew.

That was him, his soulmate. As if he wouldn't recognize that warm smile that made him feel alive, as if his heart was beating again.

_____

After getting to know each other a little better, the members of (M/n)'s group made their positions clear, even though everyone was kind of an all-rounder, they were better at something specific. (M/n)'s was dance, he was the main dancer of the group and Chris was absolutely mesmerized the moment he saw him dance.

The night they danced by the fireplace, or under the moonlight, even in the rain, getting soaked yet not caring about it... Chris couldn't help but space out, only snapping back when claps filled the silent room after the music stopped.

Now, (M/n) had to decide if he was gonna be a vocalist or a rapper, however, Chris found an excuse to talk to him and spend more time with him. His Korean needed some polishing so he offered to help him.

Being able to see (M/n) again had him mesmerized, having him so close making it hard for him to hold himself back, but he managed, after all, he wasn't sure if (M/n) remembered anything from his past life, especially because he was still unable to read his mind.

With days turning into weeks, the survival show was being now recorded and streamed on national tv. Months of training showed results, and round after round, everyone showed just how talented they are, making the decision of picking more and more difficult every time.

But the one that seemed the most promising, was (M/n). He constantly showed great improvement in his dancing, but he lacked confidence, something that made his stage presence weak, and opaque, adding to that the trouble he still had with the Korean language. Everyone saw his talent, and the potential he wasn't using.

Well, that's what Chris was there for.

The next round was proving to be one of the most difficult ones. Each group had to pick a song, and sing it, all with the purpose of showing great, powerful vocals from everyone, or at least, the vocalists.

Chris had been debating with everyone which song the group should sing, and (M/n) came up with a good one. One of his favorite songs.

(M/n) was left to rearrange the song, making the notes higher and longer, the tempo slower, good enough to fit the vocalists' voices, including his.

But that didn't seem to be working. Chris made it his job to help (M/n) with belting the highest note of the whole song yet, receiving help from Seungmin, Jeongin, Minho, and Jisung, who only gave him encouraging words whenever his voice failed him.

Every rehearsal was a waste of time, or that's what (M/n) thought. He wanted to do a good job, he wanted to prove that he could do big things, and achieve anything he set his mind to, but it seemed like a mountain too high to climb. Even so, he didn't give up, and by the time they were on the stage, each one of them having a reflector light up on their parts, (M/n) took deep breaths as his part got closer.

"And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more," he listened attentively to the maknae's line, taking a deep breath to prepare himself mentally and physically, "One step closer."

"One step closer..." He harmonized with the youngest, waiting for the instrumental in his earpiece to reach his verse.

He gripped tightly onto the microphone, closing his eyes and letting himself be swayed away by the song.

"I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years," the arrangement of the song made it so that the end part of the song would have the highest note, and even though he hasn't been able to achieve the perfect belting till now, he felt the emotions in his chest take control, "I'll love you for a thousand more."

Everyone was mesmerized by his voice, the raw emotion and pain made some people in the audience tear up, and Chris related to this song more than ever.

(M/n) belted that note beautifully and seemingly effortlessly, his eyes filled with tears as he spilled his heart with the song, images flashing inside his mind, all of them of a man awfully similar to Bang Chan.

"And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me," he opened his eyes for the rest of the song, people gasping at the sight of his glossy eyes, his gaze landing on Chris who was also holding back tears, "I have loved you for a thousand years... I'll love you for a thousand more..."

The piano melody filled the room they were in, and (M/n) tilted his head down, letting his tears freely fall from his eyes and onto the stage.

_____

After that wonderful round, the final approached quickly, and now an audience bigger than only their sunbaenims filled the room. School girls accompanied by their friends and parents, women in their twenties, captivated by the charms of the boy group, teenage boys, and young adults cheering for the girls.

Honestly, the public didn't have a favorite group exactly, both groups proved to be capable enough to debut and make it big, but (M/n)'s singing had gone viral worldwide, already having thousands of fans from outside Korea.

The final round soon began, music, singing, dancing, and cheers filled the room, and everything seemed to go by so fast to even realize that the audience had already voted for their favorite group.

And dramatically announced by JYP, the boy group, REBELS, had won the voting by less than ten votes. They had a group hug but (M/n) turned to the girls and bowed at them, and he was soon being tackled by them, their voices breaking from sadness, yet the bright smiles on their faces were enough to let everyone know that they weren't upset.

"You deserve it, (M/n), all of you do, so do your best and don't disappoint us," the leader of the girl group muttered in his ear and he nodded, hugging them back before being dragged by his group.

From the crowd, Chris observed how (M/n) was surrounded by everyone, chants of his name reaching his ears and echoing off the walls.

(M/n) was gonna debut and Chris was happy for him but, what was he gonna do now?

Well, he waited nearly two hundred years for him, he could wait a while longer... Or that's what he was hoping for, not really trusting his self-control when it came to (M/n).

this is the longest fic i've ever written, hopefully, it was good ☺

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omg hi a fellow not lady who loves bang chan as much as i do!! i love your fics sm theyre the only male/gn reader stuff i can find for him, especially for the smut

speaking of... id like to send in a request

chan x male reader smut where chan has a huge praise kink:) maybe theyre already bfs and theyre in the studio then reader casually compliments him, notices how much it affects chan, and things escalate

First ever request yay~!

I get you dude, I've been living with reading afab/fem reader for Chan but is not the same 🙃 so, to all male readers starving for some Bangchan content, I am here to serve you!

|Bang Chan x Top!Male!Reader|

|Weak For Praise|

•Lime•

Warning; praise, semi-public (you're in his studio), thigh riding, cum eating, established relationship, bottom!chan, top!reader, nicknames (puppy, good boy, baby)

Word Count; 1.5k

This wasn't meant to happen. It was just a casual, passing compliment, the usual thing (M/n) did, and yet somehow, this time he realized just how much Chan actually liked getting praised.

Accompanying Chan in his studio wasn't rare, the male actually liked having (M/n) around whenever he was working on music, sometimes another's person view on a song could really help him, especially if he got stuck, ran out of ideas, or just lacked the inspiration. And that's exactly what (M/n) was doing now.

He was attentively listening to the new track Chan was working on, and it was safe to say he was vibing with it, even if there was something in the beat that didn't quite fit just yet, most likely because the track was still unfinished and fresh, but it was good and Chan realized that when he saw the wide smile on (M/n)'s face.

Taking the headphones off once Chan paused the track, (M/n) gently patted Chan's curly hair, "You did so well, baby, it already is such a good song," it was an innocent praise that didn't mean to mean something else, but Chan felt how his face started to heat up, his ears burning red soon enough.

He blinked a few times and looked down at his hands, playing with the sleeves of his oversized hoodie.

"Thank you, (M/n)," his voice was weak, just loud enough for the male to hear him.

(M/n) thought his reaction was a little odd, so experimentally, he moved his hand to scratch the curls on the back of his head, seeing how his body shivered at his touch, a small, muffled moan releasing from his throat, loud enough for (M/n) to hear him, and he decided why not tease a bit about it.

"My little puppy likes it when he gets praised, doesn't he?" Leaning closer to Chan's neck, (M/n) saw instinctively how he tilted his head, giving him free access to his beautifully unmarked skin, "Good boy," he whispered in his ear, soon pressing his lips on his neck, leaving kisses that lingered on his heated skin a bit too much.

Chan whined, squirming on his chair and pressing his thighs together for a moment, "I'm... a good boy?" He asked breathlessly, obviously wanting- needing the praise from (M/n).

And smirking when he noticed the subtle neediness in his voice, (M/n) made Chan look at him straight in the eye, his warm brown eyes unfocused, a dazed, desire-filled look in them.

"You're my good boy, Channie," whether it was because of his words or his voice, (M/n) heard loud and clear the needy whimper Chan released, and gently holding his face in his hand, he closed the distance between their lips, kissing him with fervor and passion, their love not needing to be spoken for them to know.

Lowering his hands to hold onto Chan's chair armrests, he spun him around, breaking their kiss and smiling when Chan whined, wanting to connect their lips again.

Sweetly pushing his curls back, (M/n) held Chan's hand in his, making him stand up and walk toward him, patting his lap in a silent invitation for him to straddle his hips. Slowly, Chan placed one knee on the couch, next to (M/n)'s thigh, and the male smiled at him, reaching his hands to hold onto his hips, slowly guiding him on top of him.

Chan rested his forearms on (M/n)'s shoulders, his fingers playing with strands of his hair. (M/n) tilted his head slightly, his hands still holding onto Chan's hips, his eyes trailing down just enough to stare at his plump lips, of course, Chan wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted so it didn't take him long to lean down and press his lips on (M/n)'s.

Unable to hold back his smirk, (M/n)'s hand moved slowly until they were resting on Chan's ass, subtly squeezing his cheeks and making the male on his lap whine. "(M/n)~" Chan moved his hips, grinding against (M/n)'s clothed cock, letting out a soft gasp when he felt the male's erection pressing between his legs, "I want you..."

Licking his lip, (M/n) pressed Chan's body closer to his, inching closer to his neck, "There's nothing to prep you here, puppy, I don't wanna hurt you," squirming on his lap, Chan trailed his hands down to (M/n)'s chest and further down to the waistband of his sweatpants, his fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock.

"I'll be fine, I just need you, (M/n), please..." He whispered breathlessly and (M/n) really had to bite his tongue to hold himself back, thinking of something that could distract Chan for a while.

"How about you ride my thigh instead, baby? Then I'll give it to you for as long as you want once we get to my apartment," he moved away from Chan's neck enough to look at him in the eyes, "What do you say, puppy? Are you gonna be a good boy and obey?"

Feeling shivers running down his spine, Chan nodded and shifted his weight until one of his knees was in between (M/n)'s legs, keeping a subtle pressure on his cock.

Smiling at the curly-haired male, (M/n) slowly started guiding Chan's hips on his thigh, paying close attention to the small sounds he released, short gasps and breathless moans coming out right next to his ear once he buried his face back on Chan's neck, leaving kisses on his skin.

The feeling of (M/n)'s warm breath made Chan grip the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt, letting out a needy whine as he grinded his hips faster, harder, his cock twitching inside his clothes, drops of pre-cum wetting his underwear and staining through his pants.

"That's my good boy, look at you, riding my thigh and letting out such pretty moans, baby," (M/n) pressed a trail of kisses up his neck and cheek until he reached Chan's lip, pushing his tongue inside when Chan slightly opened his mouth, whimpering when he pulled back, "I wanna see you cum, puppy, can you cum for me?" Releasing a desperate whine, Chan shook his head, trying to get more stimulation on his cock, but it wasn't enough.

He needed more than just grinding, he needed to get fucked on this damn couch. Right now.

"I can't-" he mumbled, pulling harder on (M/n)'s clothes, "I can't cum... (M/n), please I wanna cum," his eyes were filled with tears, his hand clumsily reaching for (M/n)'s cock, attempting to pull it out and just take it in, not caring about the pain he'll be feeling the next morning, "I need to feel you... inside me, please~ it hurts..."

Taking a deep breath, (M/n) contemplated obeying Chan's pleas, but someone could walk in on them at any moment and they couldn't be too loud, they will get caught, for sure.

So instead, (M/n) moved his hand and pulled Chan's pants and underwear enough to slide his hand in, teasing his leaking tip with his fingers, spreading his pre-cum over his shaft. Chan leaned over (M/n)'s shoulder, grinding his hips back and forth to thrust his cock into (M/n)'s hand, biting hard on his bottom lip to hold back a louder moan that was threatening to come out.

(M/n) jerked Chan off for a few seconds, slightly squeezing at its base before rubbing his tip, coating his hand with his pre-cum.

Chan wrapped his arms around (M/n)'s middle, muffled cries of pleasure filling the quiet room, "I'm gonna..."

"Is okay, baby, cum on my hand," a few more jerks of his hand had Chan closing his eyes tightly, his cum spilling out and staining (M/n)'s hands, some dripping down his length, "Such a good boy, so obedient, my precious Channie," (M/n) whispered next to his ear, pressing a kiss on his hair.

Taking his hand out, (M/n) stared at how Chan's cum slowly dripped down his hand, and he couldn't resist.

He moved his hand closer to his face and started licking the cum off of it, a slightly sweet taste to it, barely perceptive. At the sight, Chan couldn't hold back the high-pitched whine he released, feeling how only one orgasm wasn't enough to satisfy him.

"Can we... go now?" He asked in a whisper, and (M/n) smirked at him, kissing him and letting Chan taste himself in his mouth, making him whimper as he found the action way too hot.

"Since my puppy was a good boy, he'll get a reward," he held Chan tight against his body, letting him feel his hard cock, throbbing inside the confinement of his clothes, "Hopefully, you remember your safe word, right?" Without saying a word, Chan nodded, standing up with wobbly legs and fixing his pants, "Good, now make sure you get everything done and we can go."

Never has Chan saved a file and gathered his things as quickly as he did just then.

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UNO (Bangchan x Felix x Reader)

Uno (Bangchan x Felix x Reader)

Pairing: Bangchan x Felix x reader, fem!reader

Word count: 1300

Genre: SMUT, threesome

Summary: Your game of UNO with the boys gets a little raunchy.

Warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, hand job, fingering (fem receiving) 

Author’s Note: I’m just getting back into writing so please let me know your thoughts and feel free to shoot me a heart, comment, or a follow for support! This is a hard thought that I just had to put into writing -- hope you enjoy :)

“I won!” you shouted.

Felix pouted as he lost yet another round of Uno, plush bottom lip sticking out. 

Seated between him and Bangchan, you pushed his shoulder. “Don’t be such a sore loser,” you said before meeting his puppy eyes. 

“There’s always the next round,” you corrected yourself.

“I bet we could make him feel better,” Bangchan grumbled from behind you, trying to sound noncommittal. 

You met Felix’s eyes only to see that his were only feigning shock. Oh, so this was planned. 

Felix raised one eyebrow as he reached around you to hand you a shot. 

You waved him off, you didn’t need substances to convince you to makeout with Felix. 

He slowly brought the shot glass down before turning to face you, cheeks a bit flushed and ears red in anticipation. 

Bringing one hand up between his jaw and his hairline, you brought him in for a long kiss. His low moan got higher as you slowly moved to straddle his waist, breaking away from him to turn your upper body towards Chan.

You motioned inward with your index finger, come here. 

Felix’s lips met your collarbone as his hands snuck under your shirt to find your breasts through your bra while you held eye contact with Chan. Chan’s dark eyes grew livelier and livelier as he finally made his way towards you, grabbing your hair harshly, shocking Felix with the sudden movement.

Frozen this way, you both waited for Chan to speak.

“Enjoying this too much already, Y/N?” he finally said.

“I think you aren’t enjoying it enough, Channie,” you answered. 

He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, still playing the dom role, before losing himself slightly in nervous laughter and releasing your hair. “Then help me,” he finally uttered.

You looked back at Felix as though asking permission to stand and he shyly nodded, making sure to support your hips with his hands as you turned around and crawled towards Chan.

“Lie down,” you commanded.

He instantly complied as your hands found the button of his jeans, bringing them down to his mid thigh so you could start running your hands up and down his length. His head hit the floor in pleasure, causing you to look up in alarm, but he seemed fine.

You heard Felix grumble behind you so you said, “Lixie, a little help here?”

He giggled as his hands came to join yours, a scene that would have been so sweet and romantic if it wasn’t centered around something so vulgar. 

“Think you can bear both our weight Channie?” you asked the boy. 

He nodded quickly, eyes rolling back.

“We’d better stop if we want him to last, Y/N.” Felix was still giggling, teeth finding your ear lobe as his focus was now free to be on you. “Need a little help before we start?” 

You couldn’t refuse that so you just nodded. You and Felix stood to strip; you both looked down to find Bangchan doing the same on the floor. 

With your eyes distracted you didn’t notice Felix moving until you felt his hands on your shoulders, tossing you onto the couch you’d had your backs to when you’d been playing the card game. 

“Stay still,” he ordered, sitting on his knees in front of you for easier access, separating your legs to enter you with his fingers, soliciting a gasp from you. He pumped them in and out while his thumb played with your clit and you felt your breath get more ragged. His other hand started to play with your other hole as he got you ready.

“I’m ready, Lixie,” you gasped.

“For who?” he said.

“Both of you,” you gasped.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Chan chimed in. “Come here baby girl.”

Chan was still on the floor propped up on his elbows, excited dick waiting for you. 

You took a deep breath as you approached, grabbing a condom Felix handed to you to hand to Chan. Chan put it on, moving his hand up and down his length and motioned to you when he was ready. Your hands replacing his, you slowly straddled him and sat down.

As your pelvic bones met, you both gasped as his hands instantly met your hips. 

“Let’s move,” Chan suggested. 

You moved your hips a bit as you felt Chan fill you up, hitting your g-spot instantly. His girth felt amazing, but you knew you had even more in store with both boys.

You felt Felix’s soft hands on your shoulders as his lips softly met your neck, reminding you he had needs too. 

Disregarding whether you were truly prepared for how big this orgasm was going to be, you whispered, “Ready to join Lixie?”

“Hell yeah,” he replied, lightly pushing you so your chest was closer to Chan’s. You heard Felix opening up the condom as he applied some lube. “Just let me know how you’re feeling, ok?”

“Okay,” you answered, feeling Chan’s hand grab hold of yours to reassure you. You turned your head towards Chan and kissed him, feeling immersed until you felt Felix’s hands on both sides of your hips.

“Ready?” he asked.

You broke away from Chan, biting your lip and meeting his eyes. He nodded at you with a soft smile.

“Ready,” you answered. 

Felix entered you with care, but swiftly, as you’d told him in the past this was easier than waiting for the expansion in your body. You felt yourself hiss at the feeling of fullness as you leaned your chin against Chan’s shoulder.

You felt the boys kiss over your shoulder as they waited for you to feel comfortable.

You moved to bite Chan’s shoulder.

“Ready boys,” you said with a giggle as they started moving in sync. 

You clutched Chan’s shoulders for support as they both moved around you. Those that swore they were always unbelievably in sync during their dance practices would be pleased with this performance as they pounded into you with perfect balance.

“How many cards do you have now?” Felix grunted out, soliciting a laugh from Bangchan.

“None Lixie, they’re all yours,” you gasped out. 

Chan giggled, “All mine.” 

Felix thrusted harder in response only causing the other boy to push even more, making you feel like you were being torn apart, your eyes threatening to roll back at the pleasure. 

“Guys, I’m --” you started.

“Thank goodness,” they practically said in unison as both boys’ movements became more erratic, all of you reaching your highs in close succession, your orgasm washing over you in waves that made your back continue to shudder even after both boys were still. 

Felix’s soft head was on your back as you rested your head on Chan’s chest. You wished you could stay this way, but you needed them out asap.

“Ahem, sorry guys.”

They both lifted their heads in attention as Felix said, “Okay, ready?”

You looked at him and nodded yes as he exited you, your stomach turning a bit at the feeling. You turned your head now to face Chan, who smiled at you, nodding as you dismounted.

Felix had stood to leave the room, and Chan got up as well.

Felix returned first with a towel for you, helping clean you up quietly as Chan returned with water for everyone. 

“So, who’s up for round 2?” Chan asked.

“Of cards?” Felix questioned.

“Whatever you’d like,” you answered. 

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Chan wants to record your moans for a song

GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 2.6k Author’s Note (Author Hare): This is my 500 follower hug for y’all inspired by two prompts given to me by my favourite reader of all times, Author Tortoise. Maybe you can guess what they are! WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), unsafe sex (wrap it up, kids), slight dirty talk, Chan calls reader a slut (but in a very loving way)

You unlock the door, enter the flat and kick off your heeled ankle boots, balancing two bags of takeout as you do. Having successfully completed that task, you dump them on the floor and shrug out of your coat as your obligatory “honey, I’m home” call stays unanswered. You smile to yourself – you’d expected that; it means that your boyfriend is still so focused on creating music, he forgets the world around him. That is also the main reason why he got you a key to his flat – more than once had you been standing in front of the door, waiting for him to open it for you, and he simply hadn’t heard the doorbell, lost as he was in his creative process.

You’re still in your work clothes – a black dress (that might have screamed “overdressed!” to some people, but you are aware that being overdressed is a concept created by people who don’t want women to feel beautiful every day), stockings and bright red lipstick – as you make your way through the hallway with the sashimi you’ve picked up at Chan’s favourite place to treat him for dinner.

You knock on his studio door, but the gesture is again futile – through the glass door, you can see that he’s wearing massive headphones and can’t hear anything that’s not blasted through those. You take a moment to watch him – he is clad simply in a black oversized shirt, his hair a dark mess as if he’d dragged his hands through it a hundred times today while looking for words and melodies to match in ways that you find to be positively magical. Elbows on his desk, his gaze is turned towards the ceiling as he vibes with the music, nodding to the beat, critically analysing something he has created. It’s so incredibly attractive, the way he is so focused on and passionate about his work, your heart is full just looking at him.

The song seems to end because Chan looks down and catches your eye. He gives a little start – after all, he thought he was alone in his flat until a few seconds ago – and then a glowing smile takes over his face. He waves to you in an almost childlike gesture, and you mirror his smile as you enter the studio. Chan pulls the headphones off, letting them rest around his neck before putting them on the desk. “Hey, baby girl,” he greets you happily, rolling back in his swivel chair and patting his thighs. “Come here!”

You oblige, sitting in his lap, your legs dangling over one of the armrests as your arms come to rest on his broad shoulders. You lean in to kiss him, and though you mean it only to be a peck, your kiss lasts a little longer and feels a little more heated than your average welcome back kiss. “Hi,” you whisper, smiling, as you pull back eventually.

Chan’s eyes are fixed on your red lips, but eventually stray as they take in your dress. “You look beautiful,” he pronounces, his hand sliding down the skirt of your dress and coming to rest on your knee. “Did you have a good day?”

You nod emphatically, your curls bouncing as if supporting your claim as you recount your successful day at the publishing company where you work. “The presentation went very well. The boss was ecstatic and said I’ll get to manage more of the marketing campaigns since I’m doing such a good job.” You nod to the takeout bags. “I got us some sashimi to celebrate.”

Chan’s face, which had lit up at the news, now takes on an even more enthusiastic expression. “I’m so proud of you, baby, those are wonderful news! I’m so glad your boss can see how dedicated, hardworking, and talented you are! And I’m happy I get to celebrate with you. Thanks for bringing dinner.” He nuzzles into your neck, and you giggle, feeling giddy at his euphoria.

“Thanks for being such a hype boy, babe. And how was your day? How is the new album coming along?” You glance at the computer, where Chan has obviously been busy mixing a sound file. Chan shrugs. “Ah, you knaur.” He’s trying to sound non-committal, but you know that he cares deeply. “I’m trying to write a new unit song. Hyunjin is in it, so it needs to be racy.” He winks at you. “Another hoe anthem, you mean?” Your boyfriend bursts out laughing. “Something like that. Do you want to hear it?” “Sure!” You always love listening to early versions of songs – it is intriguing to watch Chan decide what to keep and what to cut, what to put on demos – and then listen to the final product as it is released. The process is fascinating, and you love being a part of it, even if you’re only a spectator.

Chan reaches around you, and you turn to face the computer, leaning back against his broad chest. His left hand slips around your waist, securing him against you as he starts the song. Immediately you know why this song is meant for Hyunjin; it is a dark-sounding RnB track that seems to continue the tradition laid down in “Red Lights” and “Taste”. There is an almost hypnotic organ melody that reminds you of church, but in a distinctly unholy way as it is paired with lyrics such as “I know that we shouldn’t, but I want to”. Chan’s voice on the demo carries the song without difficulties, and it’s positively captivating; breathy whispers and slight vocal fries add to the sexy tone of the song.

You feel the mood in the room shift, anticipation making room for arousal. You shiver in Chan’s arms listening to it, and you feel your boyfriend shift beneath you before he presses a kiss to your neck. “Do you like it?” he breathes into your ear, and the air against your neck tickles you in a decidedly not innocent way.

You nod, releasing a breath you don’t know you’ve been holding. “It’s definitely racy,” you agree, your breath hitching as Chan continues to kiss your neck while the song moves into the second verse. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“It’s almost as if hearing my voice singing it is doing something to you, baby girl. It must be like me getting dirty thoughts when you wear lipstick like that,” he almost purrs, gently biting your earlobe as his right hand finds your breast, teasing it through the cloth. A tiny gasp escapes you, and even though the music is still playing, it doesn’t slip Chan’s attention. “God,” he almost growls. “Your moans would sound so good on this track.”

That one sentence causes you to groan again, and Chan’s hand slips from your waist downwards, under your dress and directly into your panties. He gasps at the wetness he finds there and starts stroking you softly, maddeningly, but not in any way that could actually do something for you except tease you further. “Does it turn you on that much, baby girl? Hearing me sing a naughty song, knowing I wrote it thinking about your body? Do you like the idea of me recording your moans, putting them on the track, having the fans wonder who got so horny just listening to the demo version? You’re such a little slut, baby.”

At the word slut, he pushes a finger into your pussy, and this time, your moan is anything but quiet as you throw your head back. The song comes to a close, ending, just as it started, with the organ melody, and the only thing you can hear is Chan’s finger sliding into you and the two of you breathing heavily.

“So,” he drawls, almost sounding bored but of course he’s anything but as his thumb comes to circle your clit. “What do you say?” You meet his eyes as he glances down on your face, still hypnotized by your lipstick. “You know,” you rasp. “Your song is so hot I wish I could fuck it, but I can’t. So I will fuck you instead.” You watch as Chan’s pupils dilate, and the growl that escapes his throat as he claims your lips is almost feral. Well, you know what you do to him, and you have him exactly where you want him.

“Turn on the mic,” you breathe as you pull his hands off you. In a quick gesture, you grab the hem of your dress and discard it onto the floor, standing in front of him in just your stockings and black underwear, lasciviously leaning against the desk. “Let’s see how good these moans sound.”

He seems to contemplate your words for a few seconds before he takes a step closer and, his eyes never leaving yours, leans forward to push a few keys on his keyboard. This right there, this silence before the storm, this uninterrupted eye contact, might be one of the hottest moments you’ve experienced in a long time.

Chan is on you in a second, hoisting you up onto the desk as he kisses you deeply. Your hands grab for the hem of his t-shirt, greedily pulling it off to feel more of his skin. Chan’s meanwhile busy opening your bra, and in his impatience, he has to fumble for a bit to get it off you.

“Eager?” you tease against his lips before biting down, eliciting a groan from him. “You have no idea, baby girl,” he admits as he finally gets the offending garment off. He lets it carelessly fall to the floor, already focused on nothing else but your naked breasts resting against the palms of his hands. He kisses you deeply as he strokes your stiff nipples, his erection pushing against your scantily clothed pussy as he stands between your spread legs, trying to still be closer to you than he already is.

You cross your ankles behind him, helping him in his endeavour, and you both gasp as he grinds against you. “Off, off, off,” you breathe, gesturing to both his sweatpants and your underwear. Chan smirks. “Who’s eager now?” he asks, nipping at your collarbone. You roll your eyes playfully. “Who has written a song about fucking me?” He seems to consider that for a second. “Fair point. Move your hips for me, will you, baby girl?”

You help him pull your panties off and take the liberty of pulling down his sweatpants and underwear in one go, letting his girthy cock spring free. Chan appreciates the view for a second, seeing as you’re only wearing stockings now. “You’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen,” he declares in a raspy voice, and it only adds to your need. You make to touch him, but Chan easily catches your wrist and pins it to the desk with his hand. You actually whine at that. “Please, don’t tease me,” you beg, wanting nothing more than to feel his length stretching you out deliciously.

Chan’s smile is wolfish. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you want.” And before you can protest any more, he lets go of your hand, pulls you to the edge of the desk and guides his cock into your pussy. Your gasps mix with his broken moans as he slowly pushes in. Chan pauses, but only for a moment – both of you are far too turned on to take this slow, and even though the height of the desk isn’t perfect, the newness of the location adds a level of spice to the encounter.

He starts thrusting into you, fast, hard, causing the desk to shake beneath you. You scramble to push the keyboard to the side, falling back onto your elbows as Chan’s punishing pace throws you off balance. You stare up at him: his hair sticking to his forehead, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his neck, the muscles in his arms playing as he holds onto your hips with a ferocity that might result in bruises. You give yourself over to your sensations: the cold desk below you, the sound of skin slapping against skin, Chan’s steady groans at the pleasure you give him, his big cock positively railing your wet cunt.

You grab onto him, pulling yourself back up and clinging to his broad shoulders, wanting to be even closer to him, feel his breath on your skin. “You feel so good,” you moan into his neck, biting his shoulder lightly. His retaliation comes in form of a thrust so powerful that it punches a loud groan out of you.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so hot, making me take you in my studio,” he gasps as he pushes into you again and again, relentlessly. “You’ll sound so good on this song, and it’ll be our little secret, but at the same time everyone will know. Everyone will know that only I can fuck you so well, make you make the hottest little noises, make you fall apart on my cock.” He slips a hand between you and starts stroking you to make sure the falling apart can actually happen, but he knows your body well enough to have you panting and at the edge of your orgasm within minutes.

“You’re such a good girl, making the most beautiful noises. Tell me, baby, who’s making you feel good? Say it. I want to hear it.” Pushing against him, trying to get closer to the delicious friction, you gasp, “You, Chan, only you can make me feel like this!”

You can feel Chan’s concentration slipping, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but he seems determined to make you come first, so he redoubles his efforts stroking you, whispering dirty nothings into your ear, how you’re a good little slut for him, taking him so well, how you’re made for this, made for him, how no other pussy could ever feel this good.

“Come on, baby girl, be good and moan for me and Hyunjin.” For some reason, that and a well-timed thrust does it, and you come on Chan’s cock with a loud, drawn-out groan, your pussy spasming wildly around him so he follows you over the edge mere seconds later. He crushes his lips to yours once more, and you make out as he spills into you, and continue to do so as you both slowly come off your highs.

A few moments later, you break the kiss to lean against his shoulder, still enclosed in his embrace. “That was a really nice entrée,” you declare, and Chan chuckles. He is quiet for a few seconds. “Are we gonna pretend you didn’t come the second I mentioned Hyunjin’s name?” You know he is teasing you, so you decide to go along. “Well, maybe you should invite him over some time?” Slowly, gently, you push against him so can slide out of you. You can feel a dribble of come making its way out of you and onto Chan’s desk, but that looks like a him-problem.

Chan clutches his chest in mock-terror. “Am I not enough for you?” You shake your head. “Oh baby, you’re sometimes more than I can cope with,” you say, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you grab your underwear. “But in a good way. The best, really.” Chan slides an arm around you, stabilising you as you slip on your panties. “I’ll take it as a compliment, then.” He glances at the takeout bags. “Dinner?”

You nod. “Have you turned off the mic?” Your boyfriend turns around to check the equipment. He curses. “Oh naur, it seems like it was off the whole time!” He catches your eye as you slip on his t-shirt, and there is a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Guess we’ll have to do this again soon…”