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Cookies And Kisses

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Lee Felix X Female Reader

Requested By: @skzruletheworld

Summary: You and Felix make delicious cookies together! Well...at least try? After a small flour infested fight, it's bath time for the both of you!

A/N: I haven't post in almost two months! I've had a lot for school work on my plate for a while now, but I'm all finished! Please enjoy!

Warning: Praise Kink, Pet Names, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Bath Sex

(The original photo does not belong to me.)

A thick pile of flour spread gently across the table, with rich eggs and milk nestled within its folds, the yolks waiting for the right moment to burst into a smooth yellow liquid. You clutched a large recipe manual, your hands trembling from excitement as you began to lay out the ingredients, carefully measuring each in turn. As each egg was placed onto the skillet, one by one, the pan rippled beneath it, exposing the dough. Gently, carefully, and with a steady hand, you worked the dough into thin layers.

In the centre of your table lay a loaf of bread, its surface smooth and blemishless. The oven was red hot, and it hissed softly, as it patiently awaited the first piece of the morning to be slipped onto the trolley and carried to the front of the shop. You felt the dough’s warmth press against your hands, as it slipped and slid, becoming more and more sticky. Cookie dough was nothing like bread, thick and sticky and oozing with fat.

Heading towards the fireplace, you read over a few lines of the instructions and carefully placed pieces of chocolate into flames. You inhaled deeply, the heat slowly melting the chocolate into a silky, creamy, sticky mess, a bit of smoke wafting from the top as the temperature rose, the texture similar to fresh, hot tarts. You giggled as the smoke drifted towards you, face scrunched into smile. Taking a step closer, the heat made your eyebrows to crease.

There was a soft sigh as the warm oven began to fill with the delicious aroma of gingerbread, cookies and even – you could just make out – something resembling nougat. You sniffed for the most delicate hint, and inhaled deeply, your eyes widening in an attempt to see over the edge of the oven. Sweat was running down your face, the fire crackling merrily, and still, you dared not move in case your creation slipped on the hot surface. Your eyes squinted slightly, still barely able to make out the details, the fire glowing with the intensity of it's stare.

A soft pop, and the first cookie emerged, a crumbly and craggy ball of sugar, chocolate and ginger, the dough now a dark, chewy grey. You took it in your hands, and held it under your nose, breathing in deeply as it wafted the air about your face. It was soft and squishy, and was the perfect thing to eat on this brisk morning. A reminder of the season. A promise of things to come. A tender kiss of warmth.

"Hmm...maybe I should have made more..."

Your eyes narrowed, and you sighed, before taking the cookie, biting it down. The flavours exploded in your mouth, wonderously mysterious, the chocolate melting into your tongue, the sugar hitting your taste buds with a foul burst of bitter sweetness.

Felix chuckled, his glasses glinting in the firelight. He seemed to be looking at you, yet it was impossible to say. Light brown strands of his hair cascaded down his face, framing his brown eyes.

They seemed to twinkle at you.

"Oh, don't be silly. At least you're trying, it's admirable."

You looked away, staring at the floor. Happiness flooded your heart, enjoying his compliment.

Silence fell between the two of you, Felix's foot thumping on the floorboards, sending a tremble through the house. His finger traced a certain spot, stills there, dancing over the table, across the china and trinkets. You bite your bottom lip, unable to utter words to speak.

Glancing over the window, you gaze into the night. A bright, full moon illuminates the garden outside, and the leaves rustle as they sway in the warm breeze. The windowpane steams, fogging the glass.

"I'll go make us a few more...maybe two dozen, how about that?" You say, before turning back around.

Felix laughs, nodding in agreement. "Go for it. Although, try not to burn them. I wouldn't want the fire brigade to be called,"

Walking towards the front door, he disappeared behind a pillar of dark smoke and blackened logs.

The house had been quiet for a while, only the sounds of the crackling fire and slow breathing. Felix's footsteps grew fainter, disappearing into the darkness.

No other thought ever entered your mind, accept the feeling of his hunger for perfection. You tried you're best to make the most delicious treats, or even a quick beverage and some ice cream.

However, the more you try, the more you know you have never been able to find the perfect recipe, or the perfect taste. Felix had pitched in greatly, bringing wood from the barn for the fire and fetching out bowls from the pantry, loading them with nuts, raisins and dried fruits.

Mixing each ingredient carefully, he brought a tray of them over to the hearth. The dough was rolled into circles, placed in the middle of the fire, and left to cook slowly, the heat of the embers igniting it, then popping into being. It was a sweet but savoury smell, an aroma reminiscent of the best cookies, with a touch of spice that gave way to the warmth and richness of honey.

Your eyes roved around the room. There was a single candle on the table, the only light in the room save for the fire. Clear and full, not a cloud on the night, the stars a sharp sight, bright and sparkling. No city lights in the distance, the world still silent. It was beautiful, pure, and you sighed, wanting to be out on it, feeling the calmness, knowing there would never be another night like it.

Felix was watching you. He leaned against the doorjamb, bending forward a little as he studied you. In his hand, another freshly made cookie perched brown sugar and dark chocolate melting together, his fingers caressing it lovingly. He lured the treat to his mouth, his teeth tearing off a small piece. Beautiful, a pure taste of sweetness.

"They're...pretty good," he said with a slight grin, and you frown, knowing that was a lie.

You were also hungry. Not for the taste of cookie, but the scent of the warm dough being cooked. Instead, you'd rather be out there in that quiet of night, feeling the cool air on your skin, smelling the honeysuckle that grew in the hedges along the road, feeling your body become one with the nature, not wanting anything but peace.

"No, they don't. I burnt them, didn't I?" You snapped and he chuckled, turning from you, looking at the cookies again.

"Well, I enjoy them," he said softly, "You made them for me, after all."

He smiled warmly at you, his mouth slightly curved up, and as if he knew, he stepped forward, placing the half-eaten treat in your hand. They were still warm.

"Seriously, they're delicious. Thank you." He said, brushing past you, heading for kitchen once more.

You could see the outline of his body through his shirt.

The back of his clothing was a bit crumpled, and the fabric hung loosely. Beautiful tan skin shone through, and his shoulders were broad, his muscles firm under the shirt. The bulges of his biceps, the curves of his back. The shirt he wore came down to the tops of his thighs, and it was unbuttoned, the bottom hemline pulled up over his waistband. You blinked, finding yourself suddenly breathless, staring at his firm backside.

A wave of dizziness washed over you and for a moment you nearly lost your footing. You feel the strength of his hand around your waist. His fingers lay flat on your skin, and flesh, while you take in the scent of his cologne. The soft, light scent that seemed to carry to your nose when he wasn't nearby. Your heart was hammering against your chest as you imagined him reaching to turn off the stove, turn around, and see you looking at him in amazement.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice was warm and smooth and you could feel your heart flutter.

You were startled and you shook your head slightly.

"Yeah. Just a bit light-headed," You admit and chuckled nervously.

He chuckled with you. The sound rolled through the room, through the walls, to every corner of the house.

Awkwardly, you felt your palms warm against the hard planes of his chest. The hairs stood up on the back of your neck. His skin was a bit rough but soft, you could feel the gentle curve of his shoulder blade and the firm muscles of his arm as it held your hand against his torso. He was taller than you, but you could still feel yourself leaning back into his embrace, allowing yourself to enjoy the sensation of his chest against your cheek. You closed your eyes and let the wave of sensations wash over you.

Flour suddenly drifted up to your nose, giggles followed. What was so funny? You opened your eyes and found Felix bending over you, gripping for the cup that you had been using to pour the flour. He dumped some into his fingers and, with great care, reached out his palm. You were startled by the feeling, and you opened your eyes wide.

"Hmm...are you challenging me, Felix?" You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up in response to the touch. His eyes danced with merriment and his voice rang with pride.

"I dare not. You are my sweetheart, not a challenger!" he laughed.

You sat up slowly and placed your feet on the ground.

Grabbing the cup still full of flour, you scoop a handful onto your hand and dumped it all over him. Laughing, he too lifts the remains with the back of his palm and threw at you. It lands on your cheek. You laughed as you made a face, wiping yourself. Felix ran his fingers through his hair, which was now a flour-matted brown. Refusing to halt your attack, shooting him another. White flew, scattering all over.

"Felix, we're getting flour all over the place." You said, as your cackles finally died. He looked up at you, and with mock pout, he held up his hands.

"Indeed." He agreed. "I must confess...I find the sight of you quite attractive covered in flour."

He smiled at you, giving you a charming wink. Before you had a chance to react, he grabbed you and pressed his lips to yours. You tried to squirm out of his grasp, but his arms were like iron. You melt into the kiss, falling into it with all your might. It feels so amazing, and you're so glad to finally get some pleasure in your life. You don't know how long you've been craving this; you just wish it would never end. You're in a complete trance, and his tongue slips between your lips as your hands reach for his belt. He stops your hands as they touch his belt buckle, not wanting you to take things too far.

"Patience. It would be impolite make love whilst covered in flour," He purrs, " Let's...take a bath together first."

You blink in confusion. A bath? This has to be some sort of joke! You don't say anything, instead dumbly nodding in agreement. He leads you to the bathroom, but before you go inside, he turns around and holds you against the wall, kissing your neck as his hands move under your shirt. You let out a whimper, and he smiles at you.

"Oh, sweetheart, my sweet..." He whispers in your ear.

Your heart stops for a moment, and you can't think of what to say. You don't want to seem ungrateful, but you feel this huge emptiness inside you, one he plans to fill. Felix leads you inside, and you close the bathroom door. You hear him rummaging through the medicine cabinet, but you don't turn around. You couldn't, not when he is touching you. He grabs two towels and places them on the washstand.

When you finally hear the water running in the tub, you look down at yourself. Your shirt was gone, along with the bra. And panties at your knees. Smooth water flows from the faucet, lukewarm and inviting. His fingertips race along the tub. You couldn't read his expression.

Although, the thought of you and him in the tub together makes you shiver with excitement.

"After you, my love." He says, gesturing to the bath.

The tub has been filled with hot water. Felix scoops you up. He sets you gently inside the tub, and you can feel how excited he is. You reach for the sides of the tub, and he releases you. You watch as Felix begins to soap up your hands and your arms.He moves slowly down your legs, washing between your thighs, then down your back. His hands slide under the water, running up your ribs and across your breasts.

Felix washes away the remnants of work and the fear of tomorrow. You feel a rush of pleasure as his arms move over your skin. The pleasure is building inside of you, as much as the soap and his wet fingers. He lowers his body on top of yours and pushes into you with his hips. You sigh as his arms settle on your breasts. You feel your nipples getting hard from his touch.

You reach for the soap, then use it to lather up Felix's hands as he continues to massage you. You run your hands over the muscles of his legs. His skin is smooth and so firm. The feeling of his body on top of yours ignites your sex, you can feel your muscles tightening around his throbbing erection. Felix's hands travel back up your chest, across your shoulders, and down to your breasts again. He is so gentle. His touches so different from the last.

"Is that too hot?" He asked kindly.

"A little bit. I'm alright, though,"

He pulls you back, and you see his tongue running across your lips. You kiss him back. His hands are pushing your breasts against his body, feeling how hard they are. You are so embarrassed, your skin burning. His fingers slide up your side and he kisses his way up your neck. The heat rises from your toes to your hair. His lips are run back and forth across your skin, his tongue moving over your face.

Your skin burns, your heart pounds, and your heart is thumping in your chest. Then, as if he can read your mind, he whispers in your ear,

"Do you...like that, cupcake?"

You nod, hard.

He leans over, taking your right breast in his mouth. You feel his tongue gently circling your areola. It makes you so hot, you feel like he could run his tongue up to your navel. You bite your lips together. As he slowly, very slowly, nibbles your areola, you try to stop thinking about how wet you are and what he is doing to your body. You try to tell yourself that you are playing a game, that this is fantasy and you shouldn't be having these feelings.

When he takes his tongue away, you look into his eyes, and for just a moment, you see him. Everything. You gaze around the soft brown color of his eyes, but when he turns away from you, when he looks at your body, they change of color, fire and gold.

Passion dances in your stomach as he pulls you to his chest, his hands rubbing up and down your back. He tugs gently at your areola. You feel your breasts rise and fall with every movement of his hands. Suddenly, the water in the bath begins to shake, making you jump in surprise. You feel a warmth on your shoulders, then feel your breasts rising up. The heat becomes unbearable as his hand moves lower down.

Droplets of water fall to the floor and mix with the carpet, and all around you is a warm and wet sensation. His hands are moving lower. He's feeling around your thigh, and then he finds your buttocks. When you realize where he is touching you, the water starts to splash again, not so gently now, and you begin to shiver. You feel his hand move between your legs, as his other hand strokes your breast. As he slips a finger into your vagina, you shiver again.

It is warm in your vagina. You can feel his finger tenderly sliding all through you, similar to the tongue of your sweetheart. At the point when he moves his finger in and out, he squeezes it immovably against your clitoris. He is moving quicker now, and the rubbing inside your vagina grows. You are heaving now, your head tossed back. Felix grins at you and murmurs something delicate in your ear.

The bathwater splashes in all directions, all around you. Felix' fingers remain in you, rubbing around, faster now, faster, almost frantic. And you gasp in excitement, trying to draw in as much oxygen as you can, as much air as you can, as the hot water in the tub is moving around your skin, getting to the nerve endings inside you, the soft tissue within you. A lovely climax grips you then, taking away your breath. Felix pulls his fingers out, and you feel your body slacking off, almost completely. You are aware of him now, rubbing on you more.

"The sweet taste of your sweet little pussy," Felix says softly, as you come. "Oh, what a wonderful taste..."

Licking his fingers, he holds you against him, and you have a sense of security, and ensured, and alleviated by the glow of his touch, and of his breath on your wet back. Felix doesn't let out the slightest peep, and he doesn't remove his hands from you. His touch stays as before, delicate, warm, and exotic, yet presently you feel like he is a guardian to you, ensuring you. You are his pet, his possession. Furthermore, when you gaze toward him, there is a grin of satisfaction all over.

"Shit, sweetie..." Felix breathes. "Look at you..."

You smile, because he is correct. You indeed look good. Just as a pet looks good. You are a beautiful young woman, and you feel delightful in the water. Felix touches you all over, sending flames of love and desire throughout your body. His auburn hair desire throughout your body. His auburn hair falls down, so carelessly, to his shoulders, and he brushes it out of his eyes as he examines you. He traces his fingers over your breasts, and down to your stomach.

"Quit teasing me, Felix," You hiss. "I mean it;"

Felix smiles. "Okay. Okay... but make sure to look over your shoulder..."

You look over your shoulder, and you see the reflection of the moon in the water, as Felix strokes your breasts and places kisses along your shoulder blades. You watch as he looks down, into your eyes. You close them, and you feel yourself begin to get hot, and you wait, for him to make his move. You feel his fingertips caressing down your stomach, between your legs. Then he is holding you against his groin, and you feel his cock touch your lips. You feel his warmth between your legs, and you push yourself against him, as his cock slips inside of you.

You begin to breathe as it is deep in you. He pulls you up, cradling your body in his arms. You feel him begin to rock his hips, slowly and carefully. You look down into the water, and you can see the shape of his pelvis against the moonlight. The moon's reflection dances and dances in front of you, like an invitation to explore. You feel him begin to move faster, and he thrusts deeper. A low moan escapes him, piercing night air, his light pink lips against your throat. You can feel the heat of his tongue, tracing your flesh with a gentle touch.

He begins to move faster, his breathing heavier and deeper. He pulls you with him into the shallow water. You feel the cold of the lake run down your neck, down your spine. You push your hips against his, feeling his cock inside of you, the heat radiating between your legs. Your mouth is open, and you want to scream at the moon, but you can't. You close your eyes, and it begins to feel like you are being sucked away by a whirlpool. You feel yourself being pulled through, deeper and deeper, until you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, pulsing.

You feel him explode inside of you. The pain of the sudden intrusion, deep and forceful, cuts through you, if only lasts for a moment. It hurts in the most amazing way, and you can't stop moaning. You feel him move against your skin. He kisses you again, and the pain turns into the most exquisite pleasure. He pulls out, and you feel the sticky, warm liquid from his cock begin to slide down your body. Your body is on fire, and you begin to move your hips, in rhythm with his.

As the pleasure fades away, you can feel the warm tingle move from your groin to your belly and down your legs. It feels like millions of little ants, crawling up your body. You can feel yourself getting wet again, so you slip your head into the water to wash off the remaining remnants of his cum.

Soap bubbles and tiny droplets of water splash up and around you, mixing with the water in the tub, creating a mist that gently brushes against your naked form.

[littlemissiey]

From The Heart, To The Soul

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6.1k

Pairing: Bang Chan x Virgin Female Reader

Requested By: @odaxelagnia19

Summary: Innocent is a precious thing, and there are those who truly wish to protect it, however Chan favorite thing in the world is to corrupt that Innocence, especially when it comes to you!

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a few weeks, I've been really busy lately. Anyway, please enjoy my fourth request!!!

Trigger Warning/Warning: This one slightly similar to my other work "Marriage Mishap" which does contain scenes of non-consensual advances, as does this one. If that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read it!/Corruption Kink, Spanking, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Blowjob

(The original photo does not belong to me.)

Founded within a time when the old Empire was crumbling,  young women were chosen for their beauty and to be used as breeding stock for future generations. Chan especially, took great pride in this tradition. Over the years, he possessed over three thousand young women for his personal use, all usually between the ages of eighteen to twenty and from different parts of the Empire.

Intercourse between him and his chosen victims usually occurs about once a month, though a frequency can be increased or decreased depending on his mood. During these sexual encounters, the girls are required to remain nude and await his arrival with faded breath. As the years went on, many girls become unruly. They would disobey, steal, and even kill to get a chance to serve the him in some way. He loved the abominations called "love slaves". No sanity remained in them, and were nothing more than glorified prostitutes with delusions of grandeur.

Short orange hair fell above his brown eyes.

Surprisingly enough, not an ounce of fat spread on him. Even while dressed in heavy armor, he moved with grace. Towering over all who met in his presence. However, his needs for sexual entertainment kept the rumors of his mind being sharp to nonexistent. Even when speaking with all those who served him, his eyes always lingered on their groin, covered by thin clothing.

Today had been no different, as he had been indulging in one of his new female servants for quite a while now. You, an exquisite young thing, who hasn't yet been kissed. One of your duties was to clean his chamber, which you did with aplomb.

A smile spread across his face as he watched you work. The fabric that you held in your hand glistened slightly under the light of the candle. You spooned the cloth into the basin of water, carefully wiping the grime away from the beautiful, golden door that leads to Chan's inner sanctum. 

Made of pure wealth, the barrier was carved with an eye, the pupil a red gem. A golden horn sat above the eye, coiled around with a ribbon.  You blew softly on it, and the sound of a bell ringing far away sounded out. The door opened with a swoosh, giving instant access to the bed chambers. You stepped back, continuing your cleaning.

With rows of bookshelves ran along the far wall, a desk covered in papers took up the far corner of the room, and large, crimson chair lay beneath it. Chan moved forward, his orange hair falling back, and with every step he took, confidence followed. He knelt before the chair, gently caressing it's leather seat.

He opened the top right-hand drawer, slowly pulling it open and sliding out a thick, leather-bound book. His lips thinned, turning to the desired page, leaning forwar to admire the intricate artwork and elegant calligraphy. Chan then sat on the bed, gently tilting the book towards himself. He began to read, pretending to ignore your presence. You soon approached, bowing your head shyly.

"Hail, Sacred One. Will you require anything else?" You asked politely.

He didn't respond immediately, instead, he observed you intently. You stoop below him, trying to look into his eyes, pure innocence oozing from your adorable face. Hair like smooth water, tender and perfect, comfortable along your shoulders.

Large, beautiful, hazel eyes in a delicate, heart-shaped face. A small, fine nose, a wide and generous mouth. Your ears were also cute, small, and pink at the tips.

You had a slender, girlish, feminine figure. A white dress that flowed around your tiny body. And bare feet with a pink blossom on the heels, a delicate paint and a cute flower on the toe of your right foot.

Although young, your skin was already white as snow, giving evidence of your fair heritage. The ills of the world had not yet tainted you.

"Bring me some fruits." An order, a command. You nod, before leaving the room. 

For a moment, Chan watches you leave. You're so young, so fragile. It took all the willpower he had not to take you as his own. He wanted to taste you, to devour you. He wished to break you, and make you his. In the next moment, you were out of sight, and he's alone. He held the book tightly in his hands, throwing it against the wall in frustration. Chan's fingers pressed against his temples, trying to force the hellish visions from his mind. The scent of his arousal filled his nostrils, making his stomach churn. 

He wanted you. Badly.  He wanted something to fill you. To break you. Something to remind him of his power. His teeth gritted painfully against each other, the sound of his grinding filling her ears. Chan hissed, turning around and collapsing into the crimson chair. His eyes caught sight of a familiar coat hung up in the corner of the room. White and thick, a fur-lined coat fascinatingly unique to this region.

He stood once more, walking towards it. He ran his hands against the thick fur, feeling its luxurious softness.  He yanked it out of the hangars, holding it in his hands.

Bringing it close to his face, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You owned this coat, this very fur. The scent was unmistakable, and he inhaled again, committing the memory. Chan held the coat tightly in his hands, imagining you wearing it, feeling the warmth of your body through its depths.

It was simple and elegant. White, symbolize purity and innocence. Thick furs symbolize the strength and mystique of the animal from which it came. He’d watch you. Watch you tug it over your head, the fur brushing against your cheek. Making your hair stick out in all directions. It only made you look more adorable. Chan let out a shaky breath at the thought, his fingers tightening their grips on the coat. He shouldn't think about it any longer, or else he was quite sure he wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing something - anything - to you. 

You came back as soon as you left, a bowl of fruits in hand. The sound of your heavy boots click against the stone floor. Placing the bowl in front of him, you wait his next command. 

"Sacred One, I have brought the fruits of our harvest to you."

Chan looked down at the bowl, watching as you tilted your head to one side, confused. You seemed to be asking him a question.

"Would you like some?" You asked, your voice faltering the slightest bit.

He couldn't answer you. His eyes were on your lips. They were so red, so kissable. You frown, worry etching itself onto your face.

"Sacred One?"

Chan snapped out of his trance, quickly grabbing an apple from the bowl.

"Thank you, (y/n)."

You nod your head, quickly standing up from the ground. Chan bit into the apple, the sweet juice running down his chin. He took a few more bites, before tossing the core at you. Not daring to breathe, he watched as you caught it with ease, your hands moving at incredible speeds.

"Thank you, Sacred One." You praise, bowing your head.

You allow yourself a smile as you left the room to prepare for the night. Once you were out of sight, Chan walked back quietly to his chair. He clung to the coat, staring at it for a while. Your scent lingered in the air around it. Fresh, crisp… so tantalizing. He sniffed eagerly, taking in every single odor that filled his nose. Nothing but you remained. It was a tender smell, nothing else cluttering it. He ran his fingers over the material, marveling at how soft it was. Gently, he picked it up, holding it against his body. It was the right size. It wasn't too big, and it wasn't too small. Just right.

His imagination quickly began to run wild, and he found himself envisioning you standing in front of him, wrapped snug inside his arms. Your head resting on his chest. He bit his lip, as his fingers curled against his palms. He felt hot all of a sudden, his skin breaking out into a light sweat. 

"Sacred One, please...make me feel good...use me as much as you'd like..." You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

He gulped, his hand moving down to your womb, feeling the wetness there. Chan licked his lips, savoring the taste of your arousal. Mistly, he brought his face close to your groin, inhaling deeply. His tongue flicked out, licking along the center of your clit. He gave a gentle hum, causing you to shudder in his hand. You tasted sweet, like a fresh baked pastry.

"Ah...chan..." You moan, blushing.

He loved to hear your voice, let alone utter his title. He teased you gently, licking along your damp folds, and smiled when he heard you let out a sigh. He sucked carefully, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Chan looked up at you through his eyelashes, watching you with heavy eyes. His hand slapped against your thigh, applying pressure.

With a light heart, he continued to suck, but with a brutal urgency. You let out a guttural moan, shuddering as you held his head. Chan slapped you again, adoring the sharp cries of pleasured pain. Your folds twitched against his tongue, releasing a wave of hot liquid down his throat. He kept his mouth tightly sealed around you, willing to swallow every last drop. You let out one final, powerful cry, falling limp against him, panting heavily. 

Chan bit his tongue, trying to break away from his fantasy before allowing to proceed further. This was all wrong. He shouldn't be having these thoughts about a… a servant. He knew he must to stop, now. Slowly, he put your coat back on the hook, before stepping out into the hall. He looked at the guards, nodding to them.

"I’m going to sleep, you all may go," Chan aid to them, as they saluted him instantly and left the hallway.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He was alone now. He locked the door behind him, leaning against it as he tried to calm himself. Chan took deep breaths, trying to get his heart beating slower. Eventually, the pounding in his chest slowed down, and he felt him self growing sleepy. He yawned, stretching his arms out. Cracking his neck, the tiredness overcoming him. He allowed himself to fall backwards on the bed, feeling his body sinking into soft cotton, and his mind closing his eyes as he allowed himself to slip away into dreams.

-

Chan woke a couple of hours later, his mind still hazy and his body feeling groggy. He yawned, stretching as he stood up from the bed. It was still night. Bright stars filled the sky, the moon putting forth its smallest amount of light.

He could see his shadow on the ground, but little else. There was no light in the room, but his lantern still flickered, shining a dim, soft light to illuminate his surroundings. Chan walked to the door, unlatching it and sliding it open. The clear night air washed over him, and he took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh, crisp smell of floor polish that filled the hallway. His maids must have cleaned up between sleep, he thought to himself, stepping outside and sliding the door shut behind him.

He made his way down the hallway, his bare feet thudding against the tiles. The hallway was empty, as he knew it would be. Quiet was once again the order of the night, and every noise thumped against his eardrums like a ricocheting bullet. Chan held his pajamas around him, the bottom dragging along the floor as he walked, his arms warm against his skin as he pulled it close to his chest. His mind was clear, his worries drifting away with the nightly dew.

His stomach rumbled suddenly. He hadn't eaten much since breakfast, but that didn't matter now. He needed to feed before the hunger overtook him. The thought of the apple you given him faded back, it's sweet taste still lingering on his tongue.

He remembered how adorable you looked as you gave it to him, your eyes shining and your cheeks flustered. So eager. So...cute. Your gaze alone could melt thousands of hardened warriors into mush. A gift truly from heaven.

Chan shook his head, trying to banish such thoughts. By the gods, he was losing it. He needed to eat, and began to walk forward. The arched windows above him were dark and lifeless, their glass portraying nothing but emptiness. He gazed up at that night, wondering what it would be like to fly free. To soar through the skies with the eagles, away from here and the fate that awaited him. He shook his head again, trying to focus. Chan had to find food, and soon.

The kitchen wasn't far too now. He could visualize the large pantry from memory, the scrumptious foods inside it. He could almost taste the pumpkin pie filling his stomach, the bread and wine that had dripped down his throat with every delicious bite. A scrumptious meal for the senses. His stomach rumbled, as he felt the swelling of hunger.

He could spot the kitchen by the end of the hallway, his lantern's golden glow casting eerie shadows along the walls. He slowed to a stop and drew close to the doorway threads seed there. Inside, he could hear soft chew swallowing, the sounds of cutlery on plates.

Chan held his lantern out in front of him, pushing open the door with his shoulder and stepping inside. The air was chilled, the warmth escaping from the large windows that lined the kitchen. The room was empty, all the servants long departed for the night. He set his lantern on the counter, gazing around him. Had he gone mad? He could have sworn he had heard chewing and swallowing...

He tried to brush it off, his short hair sliding against his neck. Sleep deprivation and hunger were simply taking their toll, he thought. There was no one here. Yet the noises continued. Chan stuck his head out towards the kitchen table, spotting a corner of what looked like a person's clothing poking off. He stepped forward, squinting at the garment.

A nightgown into focus as he studied it, the cloth shimmering and shifting. Silver trims dripped from the robe's folds, stretching across the polished wood like sap from a tree. They were commonly worn by servants for sleeping, their bodies absorbing the moisture from the robe to help them rest. But why...?

Chan bit his lip, a pounding in his ears. He moved closer, his heart in his throat, thudding hard against his chest. That's when he saw you.

Sitting alone at the end of the table, your small body disguised by the night robe and the shadows that cloaked you. The lantern's light illuminated your hair, the same strands a golden brown that glowed proudly against your pale skin. A piece of bread hung from your mouth, chewing slowly.

Your eyes were red and puffy, your face streaked with tears of happiness. His eyes trailed down your feet clad in worn-out slippers, then followed the length of your legs that were engulfed by the robe, slightly spread due to your sitting position. The robe itself was a dark shade of blue, its hem wet and speckled with dew.

He felt his cheeks flush. Your legs were bare, and the soft down of your knees brushed against the inside of your thighs. Chan's eyes traveled at your cloaked face. Your eyes were hidden behind a thick curtain of hair, hiding the tears that had fallen and dried upon your cheeks. His gaze kept on, taking in your chest that rose and fell rapidly, your small hands curled into fists, your shoulders shaking.

You cried so silently, a sound barely above a whisper.

You looked so adorable sitting there like that, tears rolling down your face. The image of you, so small and fragile at that moment, made his cock suddenly pulse with need.

He bit his lip, hard. He could barely stand to look at you. Feeling the sick arousal from earlier rise up once again, blooming into a deep, burning itch that had to be sated. His distorted desires twisted and turned, growing and morphing into something dark and terrible.

"(y/n)..." He softly called out.

You jerked at the sound of his voice, your fists tightening even more. You looked so scared, tears still running down your face, your body's tension overtaking you. You gasped, quickly bowing your head and shutting your eyes. He could hear your terrified whimpering, and it made him burn with excitement.

The pangs of lust wracked his body, spurring him into action. Chan moved forward quietly, his bare feet padding against the floor. You didn't notice him at all, your eyes shut and your ears straining to hear the softest sounds of his footsteps.

Stroking your head, his palm wrapped around the back of your neck. You shuddered under his touch, causing him to chuckle darkly. He dragged his nails down your back, tracing the length of your spine and smiling as you shivered. You swallow, slowly opening your eyes and staring at the floor.

"(y/n), look at me." Chan commanded. You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut again.

"(y/n)." He said once more, his voice dark and guttural. You shook your head a second time, still refusing to look at him. He twisted his hand into your hair, the roots aching as he yanked your head back. You cry out softly in pain, opening your eyes and fixing your gaze on his sleek form.

"S-Sacred...One... forgive me... I..." You stuttered, broken sobs interrupting your words. Chan traced the contours of your face with his finger, smiling.

His gazed towards your mouth. A few beard crumbs scattered across your lips and the corners of your mouth.

Grabbing the remaining crumbs, he let them fall into his hand. He then placed it before your lips, waiting patiently for you to lick his fingers clean. Shaking, you obediently part your lips, letting your tongue drag across his fingers, licking up every last morsel and swallowing nervously. Chan smirked, running his middle finger across your lips and pushing up your bottom lip, revealing your teeth. He ran his finger across your cavities, tracing their contours.

"Good. Now, open wide." He commanded.

You hesitated for a moment, before opening your mouth slightly. Chan instantly slid his finger past your lips, pushing deep into your mouth and rubbing against the ridges of your teeth. Warmth spread around his finger as your saliva coated his skin, your soft tongue rubbing against the sensitive underside of Chan's finger.

He could feel every ripple and dip of your teeth, feeling them gently scrape along with his finger. He soon withdrew his hand, a thin string of saliva connecting his finger to your tongue for a moment. Chan stared at you, his eyes narrowing as he pressed his hand against your chest and shoved you into the floor, your body collapsing and your head thudding against the cold stone.

"Humph, what a naughty little thief you are." He said, smiling. "You dare eat food from my kitchen. Just who gave you permission?"

Chan raised his hand, smacking you across the face along with his nails and watching your body jolt as you let out a pained yelp, your voice high-pitched. You held onto your cheek, smearing a thin trail of blood that trickled down. He grabbed your neck, squeezing tightly and forcing you to look up at him, despite your best efforts to look away. The moonlight shining through the window cast im in almost heavenly light, making his dark, shadowy figure seem all the more menacing as he towered above you.

"How should I punish you, hmm? Maybe I should torture that adorable, innocent little mind of yours." He giggled, licking his lips. "Or maybe you deserve something even worse..."

Your eyes widened, and your breathing intensified, as you shake your head and tried to back away from him. Chan grabbed your hair and yanked you up, forcing you onto your knees. His groin leveled with your face, hot breath against his thighs through the thin, soaked fabric of his pajamas. Your eyes watched his pre-cum trickle out of him. flowing down his legs. He pushed you forwards, forcing you into his lower regions.

"You've angered me greatly, (y/n). Bring me pleasure, and I may will forgive you,"

You stare at him, your mouth agape. You were speechless for several moments, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. Your gaze filled with fear and confusion. Chan had never treated you like this before, so rough and violent. Always having such a kind aura around him, you couldn't fathom what he was planning under his gentle, angelic exterior.

Despite yourself and the fear that threatened to overwhelm you, the scent of him was filling your head with desires of your own. It was so new and exciting, being this close to man. You've seen a few in passing, laughing and smiling as they walked through the Empire. They were always so pretty... but nothing like this. This was round animalistic, and nothing like the innocent curiosity you felt for the boys back home.

Even as you pressed you face into his thighs, he wrapped his fingers around your neck, threatening to choke you.

You parted your lips slightly, blowing at the man's athletic thighs, but not quite touching him yet. The cool breath over his hardened flesh made him shiver, a low growl emanating from his throat. You closed your eyes, your lips gently pressing against his skin as you kissed his inner thigh, staring at the briefs showing outwards to reveal the surface of his sex. You could smell him, the scent of him filling his head with thoughts of pleasure and desire that you've never known before.

Your fingers ran over the smooth fabric, brushing against him skin as he let out a shuddering breath, his body quivering in anticipation. His hand released its grip from your neck, falling to your side. You grab the fabric, slowly pulling it down as his lifted his hips slightly, the briefs sliding down his legs and falling to his ankles. You gently tossed it aside, your fingers hooking to the ground.

Pulling you forward, his cock rubbed against your cheek as you nuzzled into him, breathing in deeply. You look up at him one more time, his eyes staring down at you with a hunger like no other. Chan had always been so kind to you, his gentle and sweet nature hiding a terrible monster. The more you cried, the more he wanted to hurt you, to see you suffer. The beast inside him had been unleashed, and nothing could ever entice it back in its cage.

Carefully, you pushed your tongue between his legs, licking along the bridge of his sex. High on the end of your tongue, you found his tip. which was swollen and red.

Chan moaned softly, smiling as his began to grind himself against you. He wasn't just teasing you; he was enjoying this. You continued to lick along the underside of his cockhead, trying your best please him. The slurping sounds you made grow louder as you gagged, before he guided your head down, forcing you to take him in your mouth. He was fully hard now, his cock slick and warm.

You didn't hesitate, lowering your head down as far as you could. He tasted vaguely of salt, and so muskier. His breath was coming in quick bursts, his hips pushing back against your mouth, his heart beating, feel the blood pulsing through his veins. He was so... so... warm.

"Harder. It's not enough. Harder!" Chan shouted, his voice turning into a hoarse growl.

Roughly knocking you back onto the floor, his legs spread apart before forcing your head down, smothering you with the weight of his crotch. Looking up at him, you could see the animal inside him, his eyes filled with lust, a light that you'd never seen before shining deep down into his soul.

He began to thrust his hips against your mouth, his fingers wrapping around your head and pulling you into him. Your mouth was soaking, skin tight as he guided you into him.

Your lips clenched around his groin, milking out every last drop he gave. Chan's mind was hazy, his vision going black and white as pure bliss filled every fiber of his being. He dreamt this for so long, you licking him and the taste of you sex filling him with euphoria. His mind exploding into a frenzy of colours, as he screamed into the ceiling, letting go of all his pent up emotions and releasing him unconscious into a blissful state.

White liquid instantly squirted into your mouth, filling your throat. You could barely breathe, drowning in his bodily fluid. You hated the feeling, your mouth validated with disgust flooded through you. Your beautiful eyes stung, watching his semen drip out of him and down your tongue. Another smile spread across his face. He felt so warm, and tasted so sweet. The room was spinning, his center throbbing with pleasure.

"Swallow it." Chan growled, his tongue hanging past his lips.

You could do nothing but his orders, swallowing down as he moaned at the sight. It looked so extravagant to him, your innocent face with the tears down your cheeks soaked in his love. Gently sliding off of you, Chan slumped onto the floor, staring at the ceiling with a dreamy smile. He could feel his heartbeating, every single pulse slamming into his own chest. You had worked for him a long while, you were his servant, and a perfect one at that. But this wasn't enough, he needed to own everything in your life.

"(y/n)..." He breathed, turning to stare at you.

He could see your eyes filled with fear, the look in them one he'd never seen before. Pure terror cleared across your face, your mouth moving wordlessly as you turned your head. An eerie laugh escaped his lips, a feeling he felt before, but had abandoned years ago.

For once, he'd take the dark path, the twisted path. Rising to his feet, he brushed himself off. Strong arms, broad shoulders, and a handsome grin. Chan possessed the charms to seduce any woman, and soon, you would be no different.

"Get up, now. Don't keep me waiting,"

You shook your head desperately. You did not want this, he knew that. You did not want to be touched by him, owned by him. You continued to shake your head. A whine left your lips, you were so pitiful.

Lowering his gaze, Chan saw his hand wrap into a fist. Your refusal only excited him, made him hot with desire. Seeing this, he would not be denied. He slapped you. The sound echoed throughout the room, the sound of flesh smashing into flesh. Your head snapped to the side, your vision white and pain burning into your face.

"Please. I'm sorry..." You cried, your voice breaking.

Raising his hand back once more, he brought it down hard across your face. How you didn't scream? he wasn't sure. Light thuds echoed through the room, your head struck under his hands. A pained squeal escaped your lips, your face red and streaming with tears. Still, you refused, pleading for him to stop. Chan gave no remorse, you were nothing but a servant, a plaything. You would do what he said, or face his wrath.

"Get. Up. Now." He demanded, his voice icy.

You hesitated to comply, feeling your entire body seethe with pain. Already in so much pain, now much worse. The feeling of sharp fists pummeling against your face hurt worse than the first slap.

No words came out of your mouth, you didn't dare to speak. You feel his rage and desire, his hunger. Furthermore, he felt you well. You both needed each other, he needed you. Yet, you refused to let him find you. You knew how hopeless your situation was, how much he would do to see you live. He would hurt you, hurt you so much, so deep inside, that it took him too long to reach for your throat.

If you wanted to leave he wouldn't let you. And if you didn't want to go, he wouldn't allow you to come back. You must to let him touch you. He seemed to know where to place his hands, his breath, and his lips.

Slowly, you rise up to his level, standing on your toes. The night air became hot, your skin damp, and you no relief of being free. Chan's hand wraps tightly around you, and he holds you tight. Pulling himself into you, your heart beats loud against your chest. You needed to accept his needs. They are beyond love, beyond concern. Like lovers who can't face death at the end, who couldn't see their loved ones on the end of the earth. The air was still, so calm, so silent.

The corners of your eyes grew moist. The world appeared normal to you, the distance between you and him shrinked by the second. As you enter his embrace, his hands leave your shoulders and stop at your neck, almost from another world. You disappear into his hand and he begins to press it against the back of your neck, his hands quickly inches from your face, to the skin.

"You will obey me." His voice whispers in your ear as his hand slips lower you raise slowly into his lap. It is a quiet trance. There is silence in the room. You glance at him and he brushes a lock of your hair from your face.

A deep blush turns to a smile. Tears well in your eyes, and you smile fakely. Nothing is said, but you know he is overjoyed. His hands caress your face and your mouth, continuing to run down to your ankles. Your hand slips under his night shirt and rests on your leg. You sit with your arms around his neck and pull you knee deep inside. He finds your shoulders, and then lets you lie back on the floor. You both fall into a deep embrace, and everything goes still for a long moment. You sit with your arms wrapped around each other and unawares. It is quiet for a moment, then a muffled scream is heard from under his frame.

Without warning, he roughly inserts two digits inside your womb, fingering the inner walls and then the outer ones. You look up in horror, then lie back on the floor, yelping, waiting for the excruciating pain to end, but none do.

You twitch and breath in a silent scream, pleasure and loss mixing together. His hands feel your neck, pull you back, and bury his fingers into your vagina. The noise grows as he wedges them deeper, until you were nothing left but a helpless lump on the floor. You lay there, dripping and moaning, while your trembling hand slowly extends toward the dying light and star-filled sky.

The first climax hits you hard, like a punch to the temple, and you collapse onto the cold stone floor. Your eyes roll up and shut, your breathing becomes ragged, and you begin to shake uncontrollably. You stare up at the ceiling through filthy eyes, watery, and brown. Your breathing is short, shallow and uneven, but then there is a new temperature to your skin, something devilishly hot.

After the gurgle of your orgasm, you instantly slosh out of the warm, empty air, and collapse onto the cold stone floor, utterly still.

This unknown feeling that suddenly consumes you unsettles deep within your being, frightening you to the very core. Soon, the drowsiness comes back to you, forcing you to immediately roll over and get come to reality, all the while shaking and dryness play havoc with your spasming mind. It's nearly morning now, but the entire planet is quiet and still, yet one thing seems completely active: your womb.

The feeling...felt so good. Pleasure like nothing you have ever seen before. Gusts of hot wind swirl around you, and on every blink of your eyes, the stars shine bright. There is total silence, but then a sound catches your ear. An echoing, raspy laugh, followed by another strange feeling of ecstacy.

Chan's face came into view, his head between your legs. His tongue was intertwined around you and his fingers slid down your inner thigh to run up and touch the folds of your pussy, gulping down the squirting laps of cum from you, almost smelling it.

He reached up, yanking you closer, his hand all the way down to your bare bottom, feeling your asshole and loosening the knot between your legs. He let out a soft moan, then looked into your eyes, his brown eyes reflecting a distant darkness. There was something strange about the eyes, dark and hungry. Something shadowy. In the darkness, an amused smile appeared on his face.

He was loving every second of your suffering, and savored every last one. His eyes glowed, and his lips curved in a way that made you gasp at every word that was said to him. Hid teeth glistened, like fire, as he was devouring you.

Chan's hands extended, spreading across the floor and digging in. He pulled up your clothes and tore them off your body, nothing left to show, but your naked body was covered in silk, and you were covered in moonlight.

His attention was sucking on your sensitive clit, which glistened in his mouth as it puffed and popped through his teeth. He laughed in pleasure as your little body moaned with every suck and flick. He had strings of saliva stretching across his face and scrunched between the teeth. He was taunting you, as he writhed across your body with his entire body. You were seduced into him. It was just a black magic fantasy. You're there to satisfy his sexual desires. Although, this fantasy was scary and personal. It was the horror that kept your world filled with darkness. You knew that the world is so transparent. Nothing could reach beyond his body.

"It hurts." You say to yourself as you lay on the floor, all covered with silk. "It hurts."

Suddenly, your ass and thighs are slapped violently. Then, Chan moved away from your throbbing cunt, a snarl on his face.

However, it soon softened when he saw you lying on the floor, your expression portraiting the most adorable frghtened smile, the look that mirrored his own. You feigning a lustful expression as he watches your body shift and move. It was you on a wave of molesting and devouring pleasure. He slowly tilted his head, and began watching your face, hoping to find something to reward his passion with. Chan's face was in disbelief as you kiss him desperately, your mouth open, your teeth tasting his caramel delicacy. You chased the beat of your own heart, and he tasted every taste in the room. A deep lust took over and you loved the moment.

There was no expression on his face. His eyes were clouded, filled with lust. A wild passion you didn't know existed until it was too late. Perhaps you wanted it more than he, and desired to give it up. Spreading your legs wider, you allow him enter you, sliding into your hole as he greedily thrusts inside. He went slow. His hands rested on your body pressing up your inner thigh, his mouth to your neck with each thrusting motion.

The pleasure was overwhelming and pain fused itself in, but he didn't stop. He kept going, and eventually, his orgasm hit. You couldn't hold back anymore, and you let go of all restraint.

You screamed for him to keep going, to make you feel better. He did so, and your mind was numb from the pleasure. You lost track of time, as you had nothing but pure bliss. Nude under him, you make frantic, breathing noises.

When he finally releases you, your eyes still glow red from the light and you laugh through tears. Your body is still with the total physical release of orgasm and you finally lie in a fetal position. With no thought of harming yourself, you look over to the side of the ceiling and see Chan's mouth stretched wide open, gazing at you. His eyes, still wet from the tears of joy, bulge out and stare into your eyes.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips and then you go still.

[littlemissiey]

The Scarlet King

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6.7k

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Female Reader

Requested By: @everglowsoul

Summary: It's carnival time! And you take the opportunity to spend a day with Minho! However, Changbin plans to perform on stage as "The Scarlet King" for all the young boys and girls at the same place! What will happen when he sees you both hanging out together?

A/N: Third request finished!!! Please, enjoy! (＾∇＾)

Warnings: Choking, Vaginal Sex, Safe Word Use, Oral Sex, Slight Insulting, Vaginal Fingering,

Delicious cotton candy popped inside of your mouth, causing your lips to remain together while you mused. The cloud of puffy delight filled the air around your mouth.  All around you, a carnival was in full swing. Sky-high roller coasters tower over the ground. Large ferries wheels loom in the distance, their lights blazing and music siphoning out. Along the walkways, sideshow attractions lined up, laughing ringing through the air. 

The light from orange beams sifts seemingly in the breeze close by. You grin as you analyze the scenery in front of you. Having just arrived, you smile, taking a lookup. A red tent towers above you, decorated with red banners, flags, and flowers. From the outside, you could see a man wearing a matching red tuxedo, grabbing his hands together, his fingers tangled. He wore no cap or crown, but the rather long hair that draped down past his shoulders. 

Several stacks of flyers swayed in his hands. His eyes appeared to be lit from the inside, giving him an odd appearance. You couldn't tell if it was the sun shining on him or perhaps something else entirely. Handing away papers, he read them aloud. 

"Come to the best fair around! Let's not be shy now! Let's not be shy! We've got something for everyone!"

The young children walked up to him, mouths open in amazement. They giggled and smiled at him, his smile big and toothy, and his eyes like radiant Christmas lights. Minho jumped into the fray behind you, chuckling. As he ran, he snatched two flyers, handing one to you. You tore it open and read the title, your lips still stuck together. With confusion in your voice, you read,

"The Scarlet King?"

A young man in an extravagant costume sits on an elaborate throne made of gold and silver, displaying black wings behind him. As you squint at the picture on the front page, you realize he is wearing black wings; the wings are spread behind him. 

The intricate picture showed every detail of his body and face. Quite luminous eyes glowed behind the sword and shield he held. Both embroidered with designs only a master craftsman could have created, giving him an air of mystery that was almost frightening.

A beautiful girl stood beside him, holding candles in both hands, admiring him with admiration. He flashed all of his teeth as a smile lit up his face. You flipped the page over, taking in a single line of text.

"The King and his court," it said, "Will be attending tonight. Don't miss this chance!"

Your brow lifts slightly as you zero in on the image. The ink that filled the photo had faded somewhat, though you could still make out each detail. His pale face was framed by dark hair that swept against his high cheekbones. 

He had pushed up the sleeve of his article clothing, exposing his arm beneath. Red silk-covered his light skin, his form adorned with unique patterns. His teeth were white, his eyes hazel, and his face was flawless and unflinching. Minho grinned, gesturing at the photo.

"He looks incredible, doesn't he?" Minho prodded, his voice loaded up with delight. 

"Yeah...yeah..." You murmur delicately, grinning back. "He does..."

Minho snickered, nudging you playfully. You curled up on your heels, twirling on your tiptoes. He let you go, ruffling his dark hair in the process. It rested softly, with a couple of stray strands touching the side of his cheeks. As yet, his knees were locked in, prepared to continue his journey through the carnival. His hands were tucked in his pockets. 

"Okay, let's go see him then! I bet he'll surprise to see us here!" Minho exclaimed, his voice full of delight.

You tilt your head at him, taking the stairs carefully. The tent's entrance was illuminated from the inside, putting forth a faint glow. Returning your gaze, you could see him smirking, his teeth straight. Minho's eyes were dark and cloudless, staring at you.

The two of you walked in, an employee announcing your arrival. The smell of food permeated the air, and a distant sound of a band was playing in the background. You gasped at the wide and varied array of foods. Anything your stomach desired. You sighed in happiness, moving towards the line where people stood waiting.

Minho bounced around, smelling the food with enchanting. His gaze left yours every few seconds, flicking in different directions as if he were hunting for something.

"Best damn apple I ever ate," he commented, grabbing a white plastic bag from beside the stand, and tossed it in before leaving the garage.

At long last, he grabbed a candy apple from a stand, helping himself to a few bites before chomping on the sugary center. A drop of caramel trickled down the side, dripping down onto him.

He continued to crunch into the hard shell, muttering a laugh. You couldn't help but smile at his antics. Watching him throw it away, he licked his lips. 

"Heya folks! The Scarlet King will be joining us tonight! Tell us how excited ya are, alright?!" the voice rang, filled with excitement.

With Minho strolling off elsewhere, you quickly turn to look back at the grandiose walls of the stands and towards the sunlight glowing against them. As you watched him, you felt a lump in your throat.

There was music reverberating throughout the room, and ballons and paintings decorated. People of different races ate together in peace, each with their to tell. An unknown voice suddenly rang out from the tent's speakers, a jolly man's voice that seemed to shake you to the core. 

People cheered, quickly filling the seats. Each one whipped from person to person, all asking the same questions: "Is he going to be here?" or "Are you excited too?". 

Everybody appeared to be psyched for something to occur, perhaps a decree from The Scarlet King himself. You look towards the flyer in your palm again, perusing it. Sighing, you set it back in your pocket. You've seen this all before. The smell of garbage arose in your nose, soon to catch up with you.

A feeling of dampness crept upon you, and no single way to battle it. You followed Minho, walking into the farthest corner of the tent.

"Hey," Minho chimed, jingling his change in his pockets. He stood next to you, regarding the situation. "Let's come back later, the show isn't gonna start for about an hour."

After looking at the clock, you noticed the time was already past two o'clock. Nodding, you both left the tent, walking out onto the grass outside. It was quiet, safe for the soft thumping of music through the trees.

Now and again, a few pieces of trash make their way into the air, ending up in the trees nearby. An occasional concerto is heard. The heat of the lake glistened in the distance. Minho turned around, glancing at the sky. Sun was high above the clouds.

Like a pair of eyes were staring at you, watching your every move. You turned, glancing back at the crowd again. No one there. You shook your head, resuming your walk with Minho. You were in a daze, but you finally snapped out of it as the entire sky was painted an array of bright, vivid colors. A magenta-streaked sky with a dark navy backdrop made up the sunset.

He smirked. And ran. Running for a good long-distance. Far in his heart, he thought about it, running until he reached the water's edge.

He watched the ring of sand on the water below. Reaching its edge, the water appeared smooth and blue. He gulped for air as he strode water, and moored his feet into the shimmering surface. 

With a crackle of wind, Minho motions you over. You obey, the pair of you walking along the shoreline. Looking up upon the people that were gathered here. They had all come from different places, but they were united by one thing: joy. Everyone cheered, clapping loudly when the band played from within the carnival tent. You gulp, feeling slightly uneasy for an unknown reason.  

You looked at your surroundings, trying to spot someone or something. But, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Minho waved his hand in front of you, trying to get your attention. You looked at him, surprised.

"Hey," he asked, "Did you hear one word I said?" 

You frowned, shaking your head. Your train of thought was broken. "No sorry, what did you say?" 

He rolled his eyes. "I asked if you want to go up there?"

Minho pointed towards the giant Ferris wheel that sat in the middle of the midway. You followed his finger, spotting a row of steps that led up to the ride. You could see the seats within it were empty, save for a few families with small kids. The ride itself was quite tall, as all the adults had been turned back from the wheel, or waiting to board when it was about to open. Your body was surprised by the sheer size of the wheel; it seemed nearly indestructible. Shiney paint peeled off the sides like razor blades, almost making it look like a living entity, but it only served to add to the mystery and excitement surrounding it. You could feel sweat and grime forming on your face, yet despite your embarrassment, you didn't try to quash it.

"F-Fine...but if I throw up, I'm aiming at you first," You complained to Minho, who simply shrugged.

Amused by your behavior, Minho turned towards the other kids as they exited the ride. You sighed, feeling Minho grip your hand tightly. Dragging your body along the way, you slid to the side, your face turning slightly red. His grip on your hand wasn't much of a comfort, but he didn't make it sound like one. You saw the excited smile on Minho's face, the smug twinkle in his eyes. Although his indifference wasn't as intense as yours, you still felt a chill creep up your spine. 

The Ferris wheel seemed even more huge up close, the scale of the machine seeming to dwarf the rest of the park. You couldn't help but let out a childish yelp when the wheel began to move. You clung onto the side, your legs planted down. You looked outside, watching as buildings and people passed by. The Ferris wheel moved slowly at first, but eventually picked up speed. With each revolution, you fell further down, the surrounding scenery swinging by. Your stomach did flips as you tried to maintain your balance. Fear gripped you, and you clung harder. Your face turned red as you panted heavily, hyperventilation causing your heart to flutter. 

You heard your stomach roar, feeling the rumble and vibration run through your body. The movement of the Ferris wheel caused you to weakly gag and choke your throat burning. Minho laughed, watching you with a smirk. He gave your hand a tight squeeze, convincing you to squeeze his in return. Your eyes teared up as you tried sending him a quick smile, incapable of such things. You took deep breaths, but they were short and quick. Taking a chance and trying to ignore your body's violent protests, you turned to face him. He turned towards you, his smirk gone. There was a glint of intension in his eyes as he stared at you, no doubt anticipating another round of laughter.

"Come on, (y/n). How old are you again?" He mocked slowly.

"That's doesn't matter!" You glare as you felt your stomach contract, your throat seizing up. 

You trembled as dry heaves wracked your body, your mouth hanging open and drool streaming down your face. You suddenly blush in embarrassment. Minho laughed heartily but eventually stopped when your body began to shudder uncontrollably. The rumble of the Ferris wheel caused you to jerk in place, your limbs no longer your own. You tried to focus on anything but the giant wheel or the people around you, but the view was just too much. As the ride came to an end, the last thing you felt was the numb sensation of impact. Minho quickly caught you, smiling as he held you in his arms, cradling your head against his chest.

"Geez. Here I thought you were going to puke on me," He said, a hint of seriousness in his tone.

The adrenaline had worn off, and you were left weak and exhausted. Your body shook as you panted, clutching at your stomach. You moaned slowly, words straining to escape your mouth. Your face nuzzled into Minho's shirt, the scent of fabric softener and detergent filling your nostrils. Instantly beginning to relax at the familiarity, your eyes drooped. Your body fell limp, no longer able to hold itself up. You felt your legs lifted in the air, Minho's grip tightening around your arm and leg. He carried you out of the Ferris wheel, and into an area with empty seats. He lowered you into one, your limbs turning to mush. You felt like a rag doll, every bone in your body feeling so soft and weak. Your eyes lock shut, and you let out a deep, restful breath.

"You're the worst," You spoke slowly, groggily.

"I know," He responded, winking.

You open your eyes, choosing to lay on your back and stare at the sky. Minho sat next to you, staring up at the same view. You looked at his face, the sun glinting off his honey brown hair. He grabbed your hand, his thumb running along with your fingers. Your breathing slowed, and your pulse beat slowed. Minho scooted closer to you, your bodies' warmth colliding. You gulp, your heart skipping a beat.

"Just so you know..." He spoke softly, bringing his face closer to yours. "...I'm not sorry," 

You felt your entire body shudder, all strength fleeing. Limbs shook, your body paralyzed in anger and surprise. You playfully punch Minho in the shoulder, but he grabs your wrist. His face turned serious, and his face grew even closer to yours. You could feel his breath on your cheeks, hot and humid. He nuzzled his face against yours, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. The corners of his mouth curved up into a smirk, his cheeks dimpling as he giggled softly. 

"What's so funny?" You asked, confused by his amusement.

"You. You're freaking adorable when you don't know it." He laughed, running his fingers through your hair.

You felt your heart flutter, your entire body growing weak. You could feel the blood draining from your face, a cold feeling creeping through your body. Then, the same sensation returned. The fierce eyes watching, more intense than before. Taking in every inch of the scene before them, watching every reaction, and every little twitch. Quickly, you pull away from Minho, shrinking your chest. The effect wasn’t just physical, it was also mental.

"What's wrong?" He asked, confused.

You didn't respond, standing up and taking a few steps away from him. Your heart raced, your entire body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You reach into your pocket, pulling out the flyer from earlier. The Scarlet King. He was coming. Your boyfriend was coming. You knew that, or you wouldn't be here. You began to panic, a million thoughts running through your head. Your gaze darted towards the carnival tent. The show was about to begin, the perfect time. In slow motion, you could see your fingers fiddling with the edge of the flyer. You clenched your hands, looking down, your gaze darting back towards the tent. Props were moving around, lights flashing. Everything became blurry, all your senses dulled. 

You felt your feet hit the ground, your hands curled around the paper. You ran as fast as you could, your heart pounding in your chest. The paper ripped in your grasp, but you didn't care. You ran faster, ignoring the calls of your friend calling your name. Your feet slammed against the dirt floor, a familiar scent catching your attention. You sniffed, slowly lifting your head. The smell lingered in the air, the feel of a flowery breeze. You suddenly felt warm, the wind cooling you, the smell of summer filling your lungs. You reached out to the source, your fingers touching the solid fabric. You drew your hand back, sliding through, stumbling slightly. Your fingers trembled, but the feeling was too familiar. You continued, your feet firmly planted on the ground.

Inside, you were bathed in a large yellow and red light, sparks flying off of everywhere. There was a thump, the sound of dozens of hands clapping together. Your head began to ache, the lights pulsing in rhythm with the sound. You slowly raised your hand, your eyes slowly coming back to their original focus. Yellow and red flashed. You felt the thumping come to a halt. A deafening silence overtook the tent. You felt sweat dripping from your forehead, your entire body trembling.  Speakers started to talk, a dark figure slowly rising out of the stage, and an odd symbol on his chest.

"Welcome to the Scarlet King's Temple of Mystery!" The speakers boomed. "Ladies and Gentlemen, begins a new era, a new age! Every year we start anew, to keep the bloodline alive. The present awaits us all!" 

Loud clapping broke out around the room, a cheer and buzz of whispers filling the air. The figure slowly rose from the stage, walking towards the group of people, his hand outstretched. You fell back, falling back into Minho's chest.

The light pulsed brighter, before it started to flash rapidly. You quickly rose, hiding your face. The figure continued to walk out from the other side of the curtains, his hand remaining outstretched. You heard something crack.

Sweating from your forehead, your heartbeat pounded. The flashes began to subside, you raise your eyes from the floor.

You stared up, and you saw him. A gasp escaped, you couldn't help it. His eyes were dark, like hot coals and his mouth was open, his lips pulled back, white as his teeth. He had a large, twisted scar running down his face. Dark, unearthly wings that looked like they could snap, stretched across his back. His skin was pale, almost blinding. Along with clothing a red cloak, the hood covering his eyes.

The horns on his head twisted, sharp, like spikes of iron. You flinched. He seemed to notice you. His features slowly drew into a smile, his eyes almost seeming to change color. They became an eerie, deep red before his smile slowly faded. He turned to face the crowd.

"Everyone, I have returned! To this land, where my people have fallen. I now call you all, my children!" 

The wings flared, billowing out, almost seeming to form the question mark symbol on his chest. You felt bile rise in your throat, the crowd watching in excitement, screaming out in awe. The horns started to turn dark, their sharp tips glowing with orange fire. It grew bigger, the flames the size of an open fist. 

Until the flame was the size of a table, the flames engulfed the floor. The figure stood with the fire licking his feet. You began to panic, holding on to Minho, waiting for the flames to go out. The figure smirked, easily jumping over the flames, sending a spark of red fire flying through the room.

He was moving so fast, you didn't have time to breathe, and you couldn't think. He got closer and closer to the crowd, all eyes turned to him, a deep silence. He walked to the middle of the room, his scarlet cloak turning a deep crimson, burning as if he was about to ignite.

"Now! Behold, your almighty king!" A great roar erupted from the crowd, it sounded like the whole room was cackling. 

Suddenly, he made a great leap, vanishing into thin air. The flames faded, the figure standing in the middle of the room, a giant chair in front of him. His wings were now light, the tips glowing with orange light, covered in spikes. He turned, throwing his arms outwards, feeling the warmth of the fires again, but, instead of being placed onto the ground, it was being pulled, by the force, and thrown into the air.

The figure grabbed it and held it tightly, as it rose into the ceiling. His arms, large and hard, thundered with the sound of his power. The audience watched in shock, with mouths gaping open, all eyes focusing on the ceiling, as he jumped, the chair disappeared into nothingness. He slipped away from view, leaving everyone staring up at the ceiling.

You held on to Minho harder than ever, your breaths coming in ragged breaths. The chaos erupted. You saw people cheering, shaking, almost crying in excitement. 

"That was amazing!" 

"What a wonder!" 

"I can't believe he just did that!"

The crowd was truly loved it, watching as he reappears on the stage once more. He bowed, accepting the praises from the crowd, smiling as he leaned down. Your eyes traveled to his face, as his face turned back to normal. His features were back to their regular color, his skin still pale. His wings are now gone and the costume vanishing into thin air. You felt the breeze around you change, the smell of fire slowly leaving the room.  

The light blazed around you, the breeze becoming colder, you could see even the children look at each other. A nervous, scared look on everyone's face. As the hair on the back of your neck rose, you feel a presence nearby. You turned around, letting go of Minho, and stumbled backward, hoping no one had seen you.

What you saw chilled you to the bone. The figure, stood right in front of you, his hands outstretched. Wrapping around you, grabbing you. He lifted you, as you looked into his eyes, flared with power.

A snarl erupted from his mouth, he clenched his throat is teeth looking longer than before. You heard a gasp from the crowd, it sounded like they couldn't breathe. It's been forever, you stared up at him, seeing him again. Seo Changbin. He was holding you, and you couldn't move.

Tears started to fall from your eyes. It was silent, he didn't move. You could feel the sweat running down your skin, a hot sensation running through your body. He was angry and you knew why. It was you. You had done this to him, you had hurt him. Though, you didn't want to admit it. You couldn't breathe.

Minho cocked his head, looking at you. He reached out to you as if to take you away from the monster. You were shaking, holding his hand with you. You couldn't say anything, as you watched the confused faces of the crowd, trying to see the reason.

Instantly, Changbin smacked Minho's hand away from yours, looking at you with his own eyes. He was glaring at you, no one else. You couldn't stop the tears from falling. He's always been possessive. His beautiful, muscular hands had seized your throat, squeezing you, stealing every last bit of your oxygen.

You could feel your lungs almost choking, the thick, hot air coming out as he held onto you. It wasn't rough, but still, it was painful. His hands grasped around your throat like he was going to crush your windpipe. He held you tight, squeezing harder. You closed your eyes, hoping this was all a nightmare.

"Say one word, I fucking dare you..." He snarled. His grip on your throat tightened, his fingers cutting into your skin. 

He looked over his shoulder at the crowd, noticing their faces, their pain, and fear. He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head slightly. His breathing started to speed up. He snarled once more, before releasing his grip. You opened your eyes, gasping for air. Dark tears were falling from your face, wetting your clothes. The familiar tingling feeling returned in your neck a few minutes later.

You turned your head-head but did not see him. This time you were pulled by your collar, making you stumble backward Changbin dragged you out of the carnival tent, grabbing you by the shoulders, letting you fall to the pavement. You hit your head upon a metal car door, looking up at him, no emotion showing on his face. He bent down in front of you, his eyes angry boring into yours. Fury. Jealousy. An endless amount of hate. You could feel it, feel it all over him. He licked his lips, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Changbin, c-calm down! For the last time, I only love you! Don't be angry at me!" You exclaimed, clutching onto his hand. He looked down at you, his eyebrows creasing in confusion.

"You love me?" He repeated. "You love me? Are you fucking serious? 

When the destination appeared, you open the door, the lights on the ceiling flooded the room. You seize at the sounds of the door slamming shut, and the lock clicking over. You turn around, following the sound. Changbin angrily walked towards you, glaring at you, his eyes fill with pure venom. You stare at him for a few seconds, taking steps back. He reached his hands towards you, but the voice was cold and emotionless.

It was becoming a struggle for you to breathe, your legs were shaking, and you were trembling in fear. He stood up, glaring at you with his sharp, black eyes. The both of you just stared at each other, the shock settling in. He stepped forward, grabbing your wrists. His grip tightened, making you whimper. He pulled you into the car, slamming the door behind you.

The drive back to his apartment was silent. Fear and disgust still running through your veins. You took in another breath, holding it for a couple of seconds, before letting out a heavy sigh, taking in one last breath.

"It seems you've forgotten who you belong to." He hissed, his hands coming down to yours, grabbing them, turning you around to face him. 

His face, once beautiful and caring, now cruel. You blinked, trying to regain your strength. Your back was towards him, his lips and nose inches from yours. His hands ran up and down your arms, inspecting your skin.

"You're mine." He said, gripping onto your wrists tightly. 

"Changbin, please calm down. Minho's just a friend!" You pleaded, wincing from the pain in your wrists. 

Your heart was still beating fast. The sweat running down your body. Your blood pumping through your veins. The fear not subsiding. You looked at him, tears flowing from your eyes, making a puddle on the floor.

You were shaking. Everything was too much. Your muscles were tensing, your heart pounding against your chest. His breath was hot against your skin. Your back was against the wall. His arms held onto your wrists, his thumbs brushing against the underside of your wrists.

He would never let you go. You could feel your face flushing in panic. Redness spreading across it. 

"I'm sorry..." You whimpered, "He's... just a friend..."

You were jerked forward, his grip tightening. You fell to the floor, letting out a gasp. He stood over you, glaring down at you.

A large, sinister grin on his face. His hot, piercing eyes bore down onto you. He was grinning, eyes, glowing, a tiny smile forming on his lips. His chest huffed out, the brunette's face seemed bright red with hate. Changbin's mouth moved, but no words came out. He was laughing, a horrible laugh that made your stomach churn.

Your mouth opened automatically, gagging as he began violently kissing you. Your mind was racing, and your stomach felt sick. The pain in your wrists made your head spin. This was too much. You couldn't take it. Your anxiety, all your pent-up feelings, all your emotions.

He laughed again, this time louder. His teeth gritted, as he growled. His voice was deep and booming, almost frightening. It echoed off the walls, echoing throughout the entire house. You realize that the lights on the ceiling are bright, harsh white lights.

You shut your eyes, waiting for him to be over with.

Changbin let out a loud, dark, demonic roar. His big, wet tongue, massively moist, went inside your throat after letting go of your wrists, grabbing you by your hair. 

They were all too much. He suddenly pulled away, leaving your mouth filled with foul-tasting saliva. He was grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He bent down, lifting you by your arm, as your legs dangling. He threw you over his shoulder, walking out towards your bedroom. 

You shut your eyes as you felt him stand you up. Your hair was a wreck, adhering to your temple with sweat. He throws you behind him like a pack of potatoes. You could feel everything, each form in your body, as though it were a strong article. His skin was hot against your back.

They felt unpleasant and smooth, similar to the skin of a fish. His breath was hot and cool, wet and dry. Your stomach beat, your entrails moving. You were unable to resist

He was breathing hard, obfuscated from the resentment that swells inside him. He strolled straight into the main room, throwing you onto the bed. You could hear the crash of your body smacking onto the sleeping cushion.

His hands were on you in a moment, removing your garments. His lips had arrived, kissing you with an alarming measure of power.

He slowly removes his costume. The lush silk and velvet-covered his body. You gasp softly, a sigh of contentment escaping your lips. You didn't think men could be so... beautiful. His skin was pale and soft, hairless around the crown. His arms were short and gangly, ending in delicate fingers.

"I saw you both together," He said in a whisper, "During rehearsal,"

They shook as he pulled away from his underwear with the grace of a marionette. He was a work of art, delicate and bold, strong and soft. Perfection.

He crept onto the bed, drifting over you. His hands folded over you, as his lips bolted with yours. His tongue dashed all through your mouth, as his hands dropped down to your chest. His fingers were cold, however, you wouldn't fret.

His lips felt sweet and cool upon your skin. Your heart jumped in your chest. You streak back to prior when you and Minho were hanging out at the fair. You would hold his hand bidden, and he would grin at you with those perfect eyes. You become flushed and turn away, your face catching fire. However, it was at that point too late, Changbin had seen. He saw everything.

Rage filled him like a transcending fiery blaze, consuming his whole body. You desired to shout, however, all that got away from your mouth were stifled sounds. You felt his tongue dart out, licking from your ear to your cheek. A shudder ran down your spine. 

His hand folded over your throat again, he stifled you as his lips squashed into yours. Your brain dashed, and you felt your lungs shout out for air. He was pulverizing your throat, and the absence of oxygen made you dazed. You needed not to be here, to be anyplace, however here. To be in any place other than the arms of this beast. You shook and tried not to struggle.

Changbin giggled into your ear as his fingers dove into your tissue. You could feel his fury, his displeasure, his contempt. He was a ticking time bomb, seconds from losing all his control. Your body shook, and you could feel your heartbeat quicker. You cried and asked for him to stop. Unfortunately, all that came out was a tormented and rough murmur.

His face rifted away from your own, and you could feel him grin from ear to ear. He roughly kissed down your stomach, past your hip, and onto your inner thigh. You winced and closed your eyes, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you in pain. He dug his fingers into your knee, sending bolts of pain throughout your body.

"Think of me. Only me." He commanded, "Nobody else, just me," 

The tears streamed down your face as he giggled, a sinister sound. He bit into your thigh, red blood running down his perfect white teeth.

You couldn't stop yourself from crying out. It felt like he branded you with a red-hot knife, carving his name into your skin. His hand left your throat, and you panted heavily, trying to calm yourself. He lifted his head, tracing circles around your belly button with his tongue. His fingers curled into the sheets as he hovered over your sex. 

Your body shuddered as pain twisted itself into anticipation. He twisted his wrist, digging his nails into the soft flesh as more blood trickled down your leg. He sniffed the air around you, a sickening smile growing across his face. Licking your blood from his lips, he savored all of it.

A blush grew upon your cheeks as he stared at you with eyes filled with desire. You were lightheaded, but you couldn't look away. He bent down, slowly circling his tongue around your entrance. A shudder ran through your body as you bit your tongue, hard.

He continued licking and fingering you as you imploded back onto the bed. He grinned as he hauled his tongue along your hip, leaving a path of adoration juices behind him. He crept up your body, gazing at you. His fingers contorted in his hair as he pulled his face near yours. He kissed you, his tongue pushing against yours.

He dragged his tongue along your slit, coating it with your love juices. With one finger, he slowly pushed into you as his tongue twirled around your clit.

Curling his finger inward as he flicked your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Moaning and biting your lip, you felt your stomach drop as the heat began to pool in your pelvis. Your muscles tightened as you came, though he didn't stop.

Quickly, he snapped out his newfound pleasure. Smacking your thighs away from his body, he growled. The grips on your hair were taken by both hands as he pushed your head up. A cold sensation ran along your neck before he bit down into the flesh of your throat.

Both interweaved and conflicted as you attempted to get a more grounded grasp on him. With one hand, he held his grasp on your hair, utilizing the other to follow little circles on your stomach.

You pulled your knee up, running it along his internal thighs and grinding against him. His breath trapped in his throat as you whimpered, squeezing your brow against his. He tossed his head back as he groaned, pulling his face away from yours. 

A wave of euphoria ran through you, before his teeth broke through the skin, leaving several bruises along your throat. His hands gripped your wrists, forcing them upwards as his knee rubbed into your crotch. You cried out, pleasure shooting through your womb. 

"I...love you..." You admitted, your voice quivering.

He snarled, squeezing your hand in his. You looked sincere, tears filling your eyes. You loved Changbin; he was everything to you. Alas, jealousy clouded his judgment, and you learned that you would never truly be free of him. He stared at you silently, hardening his eyes and blocking out any sign of emotion. He shook his head, barking out a hollow laugh.

"You're pathetic, (y/n)," He said, "Lying won't get you of this,"

He let out a few sharp tugs on your hair, causing you to choke. His warm, musky scent filled your nose, and your heart fluttered as you smelled it. You loved him so much; you would obey his every wish. He hated you right now, yet you loved him. You quivered at the thought of losing him, yet hated him so much that giving yourself to him was intolerable.

He smirked, running his tongue along with his teeth.

Opening your mouth slowly, pressing his cock along your lips. As you parted for him, he kicked your legs away from your body, throwing them over his shoulders. Inch by inch, he pressed into your mouth, until his head pressed against the back of your throat. Your throat reflexively closed around his length, causing him to groan. You gagged, and tears fell down your cheeks.

Soon, you feel Changbin thrust deep into your mouth as he grabbed your head. Gags became wails, crying onto the sheets. He grunted and snarled, roughly, pounding into your mouth. Then, he pulled out of your mouth, spit and pre-cum dripping down your chin. He let out a sickening smirk as he circled your throat with his tongue. Your legs shook as you felt him position himself at your opening. With one powerful thrust, he pushed himself into you. You let out a pained yelp. He tested on your sanity, crossing your lower legs and folding your legs over his midriff.

His hands gripped your shoulders as he hovered over you, groaning. He started to thrust into you, quick but powerful motions that rammed him into the wall of your womb. You cried out, pain tearing through you as he rubbed against your clit. The feeling of him inside you was becoming too much, and your conscious mind shattered as ecstasy took over. Your eyes drank in the scene before them, a warm tide rising. Thick cum filling the inside of your womb. As you stood in the darkness, your mind was filled with the echo of flesh on flesh. Changbin's words rang throughout your head, as everything went black.

"You're pathetic, (y/n)" It repeated, "Lying won't get you out of this..."

The voice was plagued with venom and disgust. Repeating over and over until, finally, it went silent. You were left in the darkness, eyes open but vision hazed. You still felt warm, wet come squishing between your legs. Hot tears watered your eyes, and you sobbed quietly. The tears refused to dry, dripping down your rosy cheeks and onto the sheets. Sadness stained you as you let out a half-sob, half-raspy breath.

"R-Red..." Your cries leaked out, "I'm...a…ah…I am sorry, Ch…angbin…"

Changbin's gaze darted towards you, your head twisting to the side, stopping his thrusts immediately. The safe word "red" caused him to stop in the middle of his motions. You had never used it before, yet the feeling bursting through became too strong to continue. His features softened slightly as he watched at you, worry marring his attractive face.

He stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head. Guilt ate away at him as he realized what he had done. He had harmed you.

"No, (y/n)." He whispered, "I'm the one who's sorry. I...I took it too far," 

Changbin slid out of you, lifting your legs over his arms. He sat up, holding you against his chest as he took your base off the bed. He supported you against him as he washed your bed covers. He cleaned the tears and snot off your face with his thumbs. Each movement he made was delicate, adoring. You were warm, and your body gradually loose. When finished, he laid you down in your bed, pulling the covers over you. You had a sense of security in his arms, ensured, and tired. His lips tracked down yours, delicately kissing you. Hands entwined, he maneuvered you into rest.

"Forgive me, (y/n). I should have believed you from the start..."

The words repeated through your psyche as you fell into a dreamless rest. Changbin's voice blurred as you let the haziness devour you. Minho entered inside your psyche again, however, you drove him away, just thinking about the man close to you, warmth saturating your heart. You had been allowed another chance.

"Changbin... I forgive you," You reply, before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

[littlemissiey]

Lasso Of Lust

Genre: Smut

Word count: 7.7k

Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader x Seo Changbin

Requested by: @galaxyinyoureyes

Summary: You're on vacation with your one and only boyfriend, Chan! But, the boys want to come to! After a sudden food shortage, you both ventured out to get more, but come back with barley anything! Changbin isn't happy with the news. Maybe something else can take his mind off it?

A/N: I finally finished my second request!! This on took a lot longer then I anticipated, but I'm happy I finished! Although, this one isn't as good as my other two since I was rushing to finish, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!（＾ｖ＾）

Warnings: Threesome, Spanking, Slight bondage, Praise Kink, Blowjob, Vaginal Fingering, Anal sex, Vaginal Sex, Denigration,

Fresh veils of snow crunched under your thickly booted feet in a harsh crunch. A brisk breeze swept through the woods, licking the tips of your thick bangs like greedy fingers. A frozen river arced high into the white horizon to your right, twisting and writhing like a serpent before collapsing. And a little weave basket held warm meat pies, cheesecakes, and flaky pastries in your palm. Chan followed you, carrying a bundle similar to yours. You went through the dewy, empty woodland together.

For miles, the only sound was the rhythmic swaying of your long jackets against the chilly air. His mousey brown hair shone bright around his head, added with lovely aloofness about him. The colossal's lips were velvety and kissable, the hue of a blooming flower, and his voice was gentle and silvery, like water pouring over smooth rocks.

"It's so beautiful out here," Chan exclaimed abruptly, his voice full of imposing warmth and vigorous profundity. His face was animated and eager, and the dim locks of his hair dance tenderly in the gentle breeze.

"Makes me want to stay forever..."

You turned to face him, chuckling softly. Your embroidered symbols interwoven into the carefully woven fabric of your winter coat sat nicely around your tiny shape. A big red and white sunburst motif was anchored by a simple silver ring that ran around the edges.

“Ha! You wanna freeze to death?" You snickered at him, lifting an eyebrow and tossing your head back. A faint grin tugged at Chan's mouth as he rolled his eyes.

"No way, I'm just joking!" he laughed, brushing his fingers against yours. "And, for the record, even if I wanted to, it's too cold out here."

Glancing up at the sky, the sun was beginning to peak from behind the horizon, the light it provided pale and weak. You could still see the faintest traces of orange on the distant hills, quickly fading into a dull red.

"I suppose so," you murmured, tucking a stray strand behind your ear and tightening your coat about yourself.

"Hey...you're shivering again,"

"Chan, I'm alright. Don't stress, " You gave a kind grin. "Besides, it's past time for us to get moving. The others are waiting for us."

Even while he stares at you with a tiny smile on his lips, he nods slowly. He looked so fragile, like a broken doll. But the playful grin that graced his lips was infectious. Presumably, Chan was looking at you, smirking like an fool. You refuse react, no doubt he'd plan prodding you with all his coquettish charms.

"Oh, please! Out here, we have all the time in the world. Let's do something a little more enjoyable..."

As you took in one other's presence and shared every single feeling, your eyes locked and your breaths slowly came in unison. The rest of the world faded away as your lips met. Chan's tongue slowly brushed across your lips, circling around yours, at first lightly and then with increasing pressure. You returned the favor by tasting the sweetness of his saliva and licking the flavour from his lips. Your lips were locked together for decades. The kiss wasn't passionate nor lustful. Rather, it was brimming with affection and love. You exchanged glances when their lips parted. He gave you a sly grin.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Chan teased, his brows fluttering a little.

You sighed and gently elbowed him, still smirking. Your mood soon gave way to exhaustion and lack of rest, the result of a long day, as the two of you shared a snicker. Your mouth trailed down his neck, lightly up to his ear, and you left your mark with a quick peck. The man softly chuckled at the gesture. Until you spoke, nothing else was spoken.

'Alright, let's keep moving,"

You continued on your journey, although at a slower pace than before. You'd been walking for quite some time and weren't sure how far away the cottage was. Nonetheless, you pressed on, not wanting to lose even a second of your intimacy. As you walked, the snow began to fall with greater regularity. A gentle shower with just enough white to cover you. You occasionally looked up at the beautiful snowfall, mythical flashing eyes peering out between the white crystals.

"Wow... look at all this beautiful snow," Chan said, his arms outstretched to the sky, white flakes falling through the air and landing onto his broad shoulders.

"Why don't you marry it?" I mean, marry this "beautiful" snow," you mocked, a smirk on your face. "I believe you'd make a cute couple,"

"Of course," He gave a quiet chuckle. "Couldn't agree more,"

Your laughter echoed into the air, and you kicked a small rock across the smooth ground, sending it skipping. The air was once again filled with silence. You're staring at your jumbled hands, as if they're some bizarre beast that's taken over your body. He takes a step forward, his hand tracing the edge of the green branch that had grown from the trees.

The white sleeves of your dress fluttered gently in the wind, forcing the ribbons to loop around your wrist and pull gently at the edges. Your hair, floated in the soft gust, pulled your garments slightly. Chan lowered his head and reached out to grasp your forearm with his right hand. He could feel the chilly softness of your skin against his as it was silky smooth. You gazed down at his hand as he placed it on the back of your arm, his fingers matching yours precisely.

You were both alone, surrounded by tall woodland, strolling across the wintry paradise. Chan sighed contentedly, smiling at everything in his path. Snowflakes would occasionally strike his eyelashes, which he would wipe away with his forefinger and thumb. You needed to prevent yourself from assaulting him and pecking each and every snowflake off his face as he looked so charming . You smothered the become flushed that was starting to show up on your cheeks and kept on grinning brilliantly at him.

After a short distance, you arrived at the clearing where your cottage layed. It was a good it was off the beaten road and not surrounded by other houses or structures. Frozen snow was perfectly arranged all over the wood facade, a reminder of the pristine, clean winters that seem to come through here. You walked across the cleared path and peered at the door, knowing you had little choice but to go inside. Your worried eyes traced every inch of it, scrutinizing every feature. You sat on the step and took a long breath before opening the door, your hand lingering on the doorknob.

The hinges squeaked in protest, but this time they didn't give way. You gradually pushed it open, allowing your eyes to adapt. Except for a little fire in the hearth, keeping the room warm, the cottage was completely empty. You entered, took a glance around, and a smile crept across your face. It was silent. A serene silence.

The logde was perfectly lit by the candles in the holder, and the calming perfume of burning pine filled the air. You walked up to the fireplace and sat on the mantle. Your body was bathed in a golden glow from the fire. A lovely breeze had began to caress your body as it blew in through the breach in the door. You sighed as you sat down in front of the fire, feeling warmth envelope you.

"Guys! We're back!" Chan yelled as he walked into the cottage. He took in your presence, sitting in front of the fire, softly smiling.

No one responded. He let out a bewildered squeal as he carefully peered around the room before settling on Changbin. His head was twisted at an odd angle as he lay on the floor. His head was covered with black hair, and his pupils were veiled by his irises. Although the majority of his face remained fixed in a grimace, his respiration was slow and consistent. Chan regarded the scene with a puzzled expression, unable to fathom what he was seeing.

He rushed over to him, terrified, and softly smacked his cheek. There was no reaction. Worry ate at at his gut, making breathing difficult. Changbin was sleeping soundly, entirely oblivious to his presence. His only movement was a small elevation of his brow in an attempt to glance at Chan, as if to measure his presence or possibly to wish him to depart.

"No!" Chan cried, shaking him slightly. "No, don't do this! Come on, wake up! Please! Changbin, wake up! I love-"

"Tch, shut up. I'm not dead, you idiot," He snapped.

Changbin let out a low growl, his annoyance overpowering his agony. Before he lay back down with a grunt, his fingers flicked the man's forehead.

Chan yelped, his head clutched in surprise. Even though the pain was minor, it made him cringe. His eyelids twitched and his pupils concentrated as he stared, allowing him to see Chan's fear and worry. The corners of his mouth twitched into a snarl.

Chan's cheeks flushed slightly as he recoiled slightly at the sound, worry and wonder on his face. He made a comment. Changbin's face remained pinched, and he appeared fatigued overall, but he was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a little.

"S-Sorry about that! At least you're alive, right?"

He grunted in response, his gaze darting to the side. Pink splotches adorned his cheeks, and he looked embarrassed. Chan gulped, prying his eyes open to stare into the murky depths. You hovered by his side, curiously.

"Where's everyone else?" You inquired, almost in hushed tones.

"I dunno." Changbin sighed and waved you away, "We were starving, and you were both taking forever. Felix drove the car, and everyone else went with..."

You cocked your head to the side, your gaze fixed on him. You couldn't quite put your finger on what was wrong with his expression. He twisted his head to look at you, unable to raise. It writhed as it pressed into the excruciating angle. He clenched his teeth and attempted to sit up as the agony spread throughout the rest of his body. Chan stepped in and gently lifted him up, placing a loving palm on his back.

"Why are you laying on the floor?" Chan laughed weakly, as if mocking him.

Changbin's face was pale and drained as he clicked his tongue. He was undoubtedly straining to contain his anger, but failed miserably. He pushed Chan off him with a final groan and carefully stood up. He swayed for a little moment, but remained upright. He walked away from you both and into the corridor, where he began ascending the stairs. Chan tried to pursue him but came to a halt when he realized he was on his way to his room. He shrugged as he returned your stare. You locked your eyes on him, hard and cold, and held it until he lifted his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright. I'll leave him be,"

He skipped back to you, his arms encircling you and pressing tightly against you. Chan was a sensitive spirit who adored and cared for everyone around him. His zeal often subdued his timidity. You both smiled as you stared at each other. He drew you nearer and took your hand in his, raising it to his lips. He squeezed your hand tightly and kissed your knuckles. When you stared into his eyes, you could see his smile deepening. Feeling a little shy, you felt his nose push your neck and his breath tickle your ear. He stepped back and traced a line down your spine with his hand. You chuckle, feeling little, if only for a short while.

"I'm gonna...head to my room. Don't stray too far," he announced to you, before turning and heading upstairs himself.

You inhaled deeply and gently exhaled. Unsure what to do, you stare at the basket in your arms. The food was safe, but it would be difficult to transport for an extended period of time. You hurriedly opened the refrigerator and chuck the contents. You close the door and rest against the wall after placing the basket inside.

A shiver ran down your spine, causing you to grip your shoulders. An unpleasant breeze flowed in through the open window. As you stared out into the darkness, you shuddered and rubbed your arms fast. High wind whistled quietly among the trees, rustling the leaves. Quiet hooting of an owl draws your attention to a neighboring willow. The squeaking of a startled squirrel, as well as a variety of other noises, filled the night.

Your stomach began to growl, attempting to push the hunger away. You slammed the window shut quickly, not wanting the cold to get the best of you. Except for the occasional quiet throbbing of your heart, the room had an unsettling silence. You leaned back into the fridge, shoulders down, and grabbed the last can of soda. Popping the lid and drank deeply, savoring the chilly sensation as it flowed down your throat. With a sigh, you wiped your lips with the back of your arm and closed the can. Your lips escaped with an empty guffaw. Even though it seemed impossible, you were warmer inside.

You looked up suddenly as a shadow went past you. Changbin headed down the stairwell, a tiny grimace on his face as he looked down at you. His face remained expressionless, yet his frown was more contaminated than ever, as if the bottom lip's tip was bleeding. You groan. Changbin has never been fond of you. When you appear in his presence, he usually keeps his distance and even shies away. However, something about you made him feel a sense of respect at the back of his mind. As you stood stuck on the wall, unable to move, his big, wolflike eyes followed you.

"What are you staring at?" he demanded, returning his gaze to you. His gaze was faraway and riveted on your face, as if you were the only thing in the world to him.

You hesitantly shrugged your shoulders and muttered, "Nothing."

He walked past you to the kitchen table, oblivious to your reaction. You remain weary, as if he had invaded your personal space. He sat down at the table and looked at you with an eye that could melt steel.

"Where's Chan?"

"He went into his room," You say calmly, not wanting to deal with his constant emotional outbursts. Changbin jumped to his feet and quickly opened the frigid fridge, noting the food. He stole a slice of meat pie, disdain filling him.

"What the hell is this?" His tone was a mix of disgust and greed.

"It's meat pie," you stated emphatically. "We went to every store we could find, but they were all closed. For the time being, that's all I've got..."

With a frown, he peered up at you, attempting to read your expression. His eyes narrowed, and he shoved the pie into his lips, eating slowly as he considered your response. Regardless, he decided to drop the subject and walked to look out the window. You cast a sidelong glance at him, only to be met with his gaze in return. As you took a seat at the table, you instantly looked aside, your ears dangling. The silence persisted for a little more, with you both striving to ignore each other. In the end, he had enough for one night.

"I'm going to bed," he said dully.

He walked away from the table and back up the stairs, heard his doorway slamming shut a few moments later. The cottage grew silent as you seized from the sudden ruckus. You sat in the dimly lighted kitchen, your heart pounding, debating whether you should go to bed as well. You didn't want to bother and instead stayed there alone. Until the cottage was filled with peaceful murmuring. You turned and found yourself staring at a drab part of the room.

You squinted, trusting that you'd have the option to see what it's identity was. It was Chan, of course. He walked gradually out of the dim corner, grinning and winking at you. You become flushed, your eyes extending as you saw he was in only a white, cushioned towel. He started to hit the dance floor with fervor, moving delicately around and around the kitchen. It appeared he was unable to contain his energy. You giggled, watching him dance. He was so happy, and it was infectious. You couldn't help but smile. Chan quickly noticed this, and stopped dancing. He looked at you with a wide grin, and you felt happy all over again.

"I'm here!" he said, his enthusiasm shining through.

Slowly, the towel that he had folded over his waist began to relax away from him. He didn't seem to mind, instead allowing it to fall from his body as he walked toward you. You could see his cock's layout, which was pressed up against the thin towel. It was the perfect size for him, long and thick. As it grew, your eyes followed the veins that ran down its length. You'd seen it several times in the previous few weeks but couldn't get used to it.

He whispered in your ear, "Eyes up here, (y/n)," and gave you a gentle peck.

You raise your eyes to his sympathetic gaze. He knelt down and brushed your hair out of your eyes. His fingertips traced small patterns on your skin over your cheeks and chin. As you inhaled his aroma, you were soothed by his touch. Skin that was fresh and radiant, with a hint of fragrance and something else you couldn't place.

"You're lookin' pretty tonight, sweetie."

You couldn't help but return his grin, looking forward to seeing his bright, silly smile every day.

"When we're old and wrinkly, you're not going to tease me like this, are you?" You kidded.

"Hmm...maybe I will." He said, laughing out loud.

You both laughed, a happiness spreading across your faces. He bowed down again, tenderly kissing you on the lips. You could feel the glimmer between them, the one that kept them going no matter what. You let your hand run down his firm back, down to the increasing lump in his towel, as you kissed. You progressively folded your palm over his shaft, feeling blood rush to your cheeks. A shiver ran down your spine as he groaned into your mouth. You could feel a puddle forming between your legs, and you recognized it was due to him. He backed away from the kiss, giggling as he saw your face flush.

"Man, I ready for to take a shower. Wanna to come along with me? " He inquired.

You stopped in place, unsure of how to respond. Chan had always been honest about his intentions, which you admired. As you made your decision, a smile appeared on your lips.

"Well... I'm quite tired..." you said, your words oozing with truth. "But..."

You could see the haze of despondency in his eyes. You were in desperate need of him. As he waited for you to continue, his confidence and grin spread.

"What if Changbin hears...?"

Chan's smile faded as he pondered something. As he stared into your eyes, his frown changed into a grin.

"Then, it'll be our little secret..."

As you clutched both of his hands, you continued to blush. He moved towards the bathroom, his fingers entwined with yours. You walked in, swallowing loudly. Chan closed the door behind you, locking it tight. A single, fizzy glowing light illuminated the space. It quietly flickered and buzzed, as though nervously attempting to shine the landscape before it.

With simply a toilet and sink attached, the shower stall wasn't too cramped. On the right, a long, narrow shower awaited, while on the left, only a little counter and medicine cabinet awaited. Chan turned the switch with his hand, bathing the area with a crude, blinding rays. He instantly discarded his towel and stood before you in all of his splendour. You focused your attention on his body, admiring each of his muscles. You could see desire, hunger, and need in his eyes.

He moved forward, eager for you to come closer. His manhood stood ready, thick and crimson at the tip. As you stared at him, your cheeks became flushed, and you gnawed your lower lip nervously. He delicately snatched your jawline, shifting your head up to meet his eyes.

"Come on, don't be afraid. I don't bite, "He enticed. "Well...sometimes," he chuckled as he ran his thumb along the inside of your lower lip.

He raised you up, stooping down and folded his palm over your thighs. You drew a jolt from the sensation of being supported by him by your legs over his shoulders. Panting heavy as his hot breath brushed over your womb, and gently blowing at your delicate clit. Before inveitbly pulling back.

"Come on, Chan..." you whimpered, your face heated.

He grinned as he examined your eyes before flicking his tongue against you. He slid his smooth over your folds, tasting your delicious love, and you could no longer contain your joyous cries. He pushed one of your knees out, greatly widening you, supporting the them with one hand, his tongue lapped along your route. Chan slurped up the entirety of your secretions, his tongue flying in and out as he ate you lovingly. You could feel yourself becoming disoriented from the excitement as he stared toward you in the middle of licks. You bit your lower lip tighter to keep from yelling, desperately trying to keep your cool. You could only hang on to him as he devoured you as the ecstasy grew too powerful to contain.

You felt his lips wrap around your clit just as you thought you'd go insane from the sensation. He licked on it softly, sending pleasure waves through your body. He proceeded to torture you, and you let out a stifled pleasure moan. You almost explode, as he flicked it quickly with his tongue. Driving your nails into his back to keep from fainting, unable to bear the thought of this ending. Knowing Changbin could hear you, you knew you had to keep it quiet. You felt your hands being forcefully linked together without notice, the previous towel wrapped around them.

Your body tightened as you struggled to keep it together. You could feel yourself releasing as hot juices poured into his lips. He didn't stop, holding you wrapped up inside his mouth, you felt your body finish releasing. You pant and look down. Chan caught you with one arm as you tumbled forward. As he wiped the leftover juices from his face, you peered into his eyes. You felt dizzy just looking at him. You keep a close eye on his body, taking in every detail. From his thick, muscular waist to his strong neck and big chest. You clinched your fists, wishing to reach out and touch him, to feel his firm body outlines.

"Are you all right? You appear to be a little... hazy."

You sigh and lower your head before nodding.

"Yeah. I...I only need a moment, " You stammered, unable to find the right words.

Chan carefully encircled yor in his arms, squeezing you to his body. He moved his hands slowly up and down your back as you laid your head on his chest.

"If you're tired, we can stop here-"

You kissed him ferociously, interrupting his speech. His lips were soft and he gladly danced with your tongue. You felt his hand grab your hair and gently tug it back. You resist his desire to go closer. His hand began to move down your back, eventually resting on your ass. You put your legs around his waist as he gently hoisted you up. He took a step forward, aiming for the shower, already running. The shower head sprayed hot water all over you, scorching you with dampness. He took a step beneath the water and pressed you against him. You laid your head against the wall, savoring the sensation of water on your skin.

He growled at you and instantly crushed his lips against yours. As the kiss progressed, your hands wrapped around his head. On his lips, you could taste yourself, and you gladly let his tongue explore your mouth. You softly bit down on his flesh as he tilted his head, exposing his neck. He sighed loudly and moved his head rapidly, allowing you to bite into the sensitive flesh of his shoulder. You moved rapidly to gnaw on his neck, cleaning up the little blood trails that had formed. He swung his palm around to your cheek, forcefully cupping it. He drew you in closer, pressing your bodies against each other.

You reached down and firmly grabbed him, and he did the same. For a little moment, his lips left your mouth to trace a path along your jawline. He reached out and softly breathed chilly air into your ear. As you felt his hot breath on your ear, you felt a shudder run down your spine. You didn't comprehend what he said since he spoke in hushed tones. Because he had an indistinguishable ebon tongue, you couldn't fathom what he was saying. When looked at him, you were reminded of a beast ready to strike.

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Changbin sighed deeply in his bed, tossing and turning. He stared into the darkness as he opened his eyes. His stomach churned with hunger, but he couldn't fall back asleep. Memories of the unappealing meat pie from earlier tormented his head. He buried his head in his pillow, attempting to suffocate his hunger. In the distance, he could hear the faint sound of the television. He relaxed a little as a random channel showed on the screen. That was preferable to thinking about food. He carefully pushed himself out of bed. Gazing in the mirror and ran his hand through his silky hair after turning on the light.

"Where the hell are they?" He inquired aloud, not expecting an answer.

He looked out the window, taken aback by the amount of snow that had fallen. Outside, the ground was covered with a thick blanket. His eyes stung from the brightness of the snow. He walked carefully towards the glass, his eyes straining to make out the driveway. He reached down to grab his phone when it beeped in his pocket.

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Felix: Hey, the snow's pretty bad out here. But don't worry, we'll save some food for you later^^

He scoffed angrily at the phone. He wanted to be mad, truly he did. But, his hunger was too great to sustain it. All he could do was sigh in annoyance. He looked at the phone one more time, before slipping it back into his pocket. He felt his way along the wall, finding the door and stepping into the dark hallway. He could make out bits of the banister with his foot, as he quietly made his way towards the stairs.

As he descended the stairs, his ears pricked up. He could hear something in the room next him, muffled but clear. He cocked his head to the side, trying to make out what it was. At first, he thought it was the sound of the heater, or perhaps the another television. Then, he heard the noise again clearer. It sounded like a moan. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the door across the hallway.

Pressing his cheek against it, he tried to make out the sound again. A second later, he heard it perfectly. The sound of you moaning pleasure.

He tailed off, before starting up again. He frowned in concentration, trying to make out the individual noises. He knew it was a moan, but couldn't make out the words. The noises seemed to stop for a moment, before starting up again.

"What the hell...?" he whispered to himself.

As he heard the noises again, an unwelcomed blush appeared on his cheeks. He was able to quickly extract them this time.

"C...Chan..." you panted out, your voice hoarse and raspy.

As he grasped what you were saying, the sweat on his brow began to evaporate. His heart hammered in his chest, listening to you moan. His fingers balled into fists, warmth building up in his stomach. The tips of his ears burned.

"I can't...take it..." he heard you whine, as his hand tightened.

He collapsed against the door frame as the noises died away. He felt a stab of shame as his face cooled. Then, like a freight train, it returned in full force. Arousal increased in his gut as he felt compelled to feed it. Through the door, he could hear you groaning in the other room, reveling in your delight. He reached for the door knob, his free hand trembled, slowly turning it and pulling it open.

Chan held you up against the shower wall, as he held the base of your legs. Slamming his cock in and out of you, he used his hands to knead your own against the wall. Water trilled down over you both. You looked even svelter than he remembered, almost...cute. Your hair was messy, framing your pale face.

"What a good fucking bitch you are~" he heard Chan say, as his eyes fell upon the you both.

Watching you lean back against the wall with a moan, his stomach grumbled. You peered intently into Chan's eyes, moisture stuck on your layouts. Your lips glistened in the bathroom light, swollen from his kisses. He felt his hand tremble, a growl sprang up in his throat. He tried to visualize your lips wrapped around him as he glanced up at both of you. His cheeks flushed, and his ears began to blaze. Chan decreased his pace, and you whimpered once more.

"Finish it," you whine, "I'm almost there..."

"Turn around," he commanded.

A loud slap fell onto your ass, causing you to yelp in pain. You locked your gaze on Chan, who smiled back. Another smack was delivered, this time with a gasp. You clung desperately to him as he rammed into you. A third slap landed on you with a bang that echoed throughout the room. Gritting your teeth, redness appeared on your ass cheeks. Chan gave a final deep thrust, holding himself inside you. His mouth opened wide, as he released inside.

He slumped against the wall, his head falling onto yours. Changbin's slender fingers reached inside his unzipped pants, relieving himself. They close around his shaft, stroking him as he watched you try to compose yourself. Chan opened his eyes, gazing down at you. He smiled, kissing you deeply.

You obey, as Chan slid out of you with a wet squelch. Turning your back to him, he lifted your hair away from your shoulders and slid his dick into your from behind. Your hands gripped onto the edge of the tub as you gazed at him. He bent down, kissing you once more as he began to thrust in and out of you. With every thrust his lips parted, an"I love you" spilled on the tip of his tongue.

Changbin watched carefully, stroking himself as he continued to stare at the pair of you. He bit on his finger, holding back his own cries, getting an eye full. You closed your eyes, as you enjoyed his gentle manhandling. Chan's lips were so close to your ear. Your whole body tensed, as you felt yourself getting ready to release once more.

"It's okay, darling," Chan breathed, "Let it all out."

You whole body shuddered at his words, your knees giving way as you slumped against the tub. Chan held you up as he kept thrusting inside you. He slid a hand around to grab at your breast, squeezing as he slowed down. Changbin sighed softly at the sight, his voice becoming husky and his stroking speed increasing. Warm seeds flooded his shaft, wailing, and he felt the entire world throb in waves of pleasure.

Silence. You fell silent and opened your eyes, your head leaning up in concern. Had you gone mad? You heard an unknown sound outside, and your hands clenched. Changbin's eyes instantly caught your's. Your mouth hung open, and your whole body went numb.

"(y/n)?" With a puzzled expression on his face, Chan remarked. "What's the matter?"

"Changbin?" he asked out, "Is that you?"

Changbin shook his head, gesturing to you not make his presence known. Chan's head, on the other hand, gently turned to face him. As he slowly moved you aside and stood up, his brow wrinkled.

A huge smile stretched across his face once he realized what was going on. He opened his mouth to talk, but instead burst out laughing.

"I...um..." he began to say, then hindered by Chan.

His face flared. Chan kept on yelling for him to come out. He felt his heart beat quicker, as he raised his head. With overwhelmed humiliation, he gently pushed the open the entryway, poking his head out. He took a gander at you two, lying on the floor in a correlation position.

Chan remained close to the tub, drifting over you who lay on your stomach, gazing at him as you immediately covered your breasts. You watch him, as he felt his face consume.

"M-mhh...ah...d-dude what are...doing?" he panted, feeling lightheaded.

He approached Changbin and dragged him into the restroom. He opposed from the start, but Chan was stronger. He pulled him inside, slammed the entryway shut behind him.

He went to confront him, grinning wide. Rather than highlighting the entryway, he lifted his finger under Changbin's jaw.

Without an invitation, he kissed him once. Then, twice. And many times more. Progressing forward until he couldn't breath. His tongue dashed all through his mouth as he felt his knees debilitate. He hacked, attempting to get some air.

Chan disregarded him, proceeding to kiss him. His hand grasped at his shirt, pulling it up as their lips met. He snatched at his hair, holding him closer. Nailing his hands over his head to the entryway, their bodies together. He could feel his cock scouring against his own, making him wheeze. Chan's heart pulsated, their lips scarcely separating.

You stare in astonishment. You were overwhelmed with lust and desire. Your muscles began to stiffen, and you prepared to separate them. Nothing, however, happened. They continued to passionately kiss one other in front of you, and all you could do was look and watch. Changbin was so engrossed in his passion, he hasn't noticed you were observing. The two men parted far too soon.

The two of them gasped vigorously, battling to slow down and rest. A redden spread across Changbin's face as his eyes kept on gazing into the obscure. His cock prepared for action, jabbing at his jeans. You could see the framework, almost as undeniable. The thick lump in his jeans surprised him, a little drop of precum shaping at the tip. You watch as it moved down the side of his shaft, gradually following right to the center. A little gasp got away from his throat as he snatched at his jeans, attempting to fix the rising tint with his hands. Chan shook his head, highly amused by the sight. He turned back to you, staring at you with a smirk playing on his lips.

"(y/n)~! Come here, now," he said, beckoning you over.

You were hesitant to go to him. He smirked, leaning over to the side, allowing you a chance to get closer. Once you got there, he grabbed onto your shoulders. You could feel his breath on your face, and your heart beat quickly. He placed a small kiss at the base of your head. You watched as he looked at you. He raised his head from yours, staring into your eyes.

"Wh...what...did you kiss him for?" you stuttered, sounding shocked.

Chan slaps his hand against your thighs, making you flinch. The pain took you by surprise, and you let out a hiss. He snickered, hearing you. Changbin eyed you, inner arousal composed all over. You watch over Chan's shoulder, seeing his face. It was redder than blood, and his chest was rising and falling quickly. His throat was hanging open, uncovering his neck. Chan smirked, running his tongue over his lips.

"Why not? Changbin, I'm sure, merely wanted to be with us."

Astounded, you look at Changbin. He shyly scratched his head as he looked away from you. He was mortified, as seen by his quivering eyes and devouring cheeks. He remained there, standing like an idiot, despite everything. You returned your thoughts to Chan, whose smile was now bigger than any other. He took your hand in his and entwined his fingers with yours, pulling you to the other side.

Changbin swallowed, savoring your exposed body influence as you walk. His eyes darted down your body as he made touch with your skin. Your lower legs appear somewhat red as white lines run down your thighs. You were embarrassed as well, desiring for the spotlight to be taken away from you. Changbin's hand began to cup your back once you were within range, forcing you closer to him. His hot breath was all over you. He looked into your eyes, a prior stare he couldn't bear.

He closed his eyes as he brushed his tongue across his lower lip. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours. Your lips hesitantly opened, eventually allowing his tongue inside. His tongue was soft and firm at the same time. His huge hand began to trace the outline of your breasts, leaving a delicate moist trail behind it. You felt your pussy fix, itching for more, and your face flushed as your fingers found their way into his hair and combed over it. You felt his hand snare onto your hip as you grabbed him tightly. His tongue kept following yours around the room. You groaned softly, leaning in close to his wet mouth.

Effectively lifting you up by your legs. You groaned, grasping onto him. His tongue slid within your mouth as you let out a calm groan. You felt yourself lost in his tongue, causing you to lose your mind. The hands that he had on your hips tighten. You whimpered, not having any desire to leave his arms. You felt him kiss your neck. A delicate murmuring hit your ear, making you become more stimulated. His palm on your midsection moved around, feeling little of your back. He nibbled your ear, making you gasp.

"Naughty bitch," He whispered, his voice dropping down an octave.

He pressed you against the wall, the rubbing sending shivers down your spine. He grabbed your hips and pulled you into him. Chan quickly joined in, causing you to scream as the two men took hold of your body. His hands progressively traveled upwards till they came to a halt directly over your breasts. They moved in lockstep, delicately crushing each other. Changbin's hands traveled upwards before coming to a standstill at your areolas. They hardened and begged to be reached. He smashed them in, making you squeal with delight.

Chan stretched around, clutching Changbin's cock. As a result, he exhaled a sigh of relief and shifted his gaze back to you. He sucked your areolas into his lips with a smile. The two men's eyes broadened, bringing each breasts into his mouth. They began suckling on you, making you moan even louder. Chan took his hands away from Changbin's cock for a small moment, switching sides, and they were both licking and sucking your areolas before you realized it. Your shackled hands found their way to Chan's dick, tenderly massaging it. Roughly pushing himself into your hand.

"I guess this isn't...so bad..." you murmured.

Both stop sucking on your areolas and look at you. You flush as you realize what they want to hear. Changbin hissed and grabbed you by the hips, slamming you to the ground. Chan grinned as he snatched his cock from your grip. He surged forward, his dick slamming into your pussy. As you groaned hysterically, he heaved.

Changbin sank to his knees and slipped his length into your warm mouth. You took it, gently licking along. Changbin inclined down, sliding his length into your warm mouth. The heat hit your stomach, making you moan significantly stronger. Changbin peered down at you, a little grin all over. He pushes his cock into your mouth, making you gag. You kept on slurping along his dick, tears streaming your cheeks. It appeared he was ready cum at any second, and you wouldn't to miss a single drop. Chan hammered into you from behind, snatching your hair, pulling your head back.

"Awe, does my bitch like that? You like being my good girl?" he demanded.

You give him a hearty nod, which makes him laugh. He continued to slam his dick into you, unyielding. Due to a lack of oxygen, you became limp. Changbin smiled as he observed your capitulation. He yanked his way out of your mouth, stood up, and inspected your face.

"I think your ass is all mine now," Changbin smirked, moving around to slid his cock into your ass.

He grabbed onto your hips, forcing your ass back onto his cock. You shrieked, diving your fingers into the ground. This was it, the time you gave yourself to him. He was in charge, and you didn't have a say. You reclined, scouring against him.

Changbin groaned, fixing his grasp on your hips. You lifted your leg, folding it over his midsection. He peered down at you, a grin all over as picked you up and sat you on his dick. Pushing all through you, hammering in profound. Both moving with extraordinary speed.

You started moaning in joy, feeling each one push. Chan set his hand on your shoulder, urging you on. Still holding your hair, keeping you in place.

Changbin's eyes extended at the sight, barely accepting what he had just done. Observing how his seed overflowed out your rear, filling you with his seed, had become too much for him. After a while, you felt disoriented, your bones glistening with a warm glow. Chan giggled as he rubbed his hands over your back, attempting to sooth you. Right then and there, at that moment, all you desire was to warp yourself in a thick blanket of sex and bliss.

Your climax ascended, leaving a little stain on the carpet. Chan held you down, siphoning all through you. You could see him gasping, as though he was exhausted.

You felt his cock swell within you, his cum shooting in sprays. Changbin trailed behind, delivering inside your rear. Hot cum poured out your rear, covering you and thighs with an sticky essence. You were left inclination warm all over, yet above all, fulfilled.

[littlemissiey]

Uhm, this is my first time requesting but...could you do a fluff oneshot of Hyunjin x fem reader (friends au) and make the fem reader have a family that doesn't love her and calls her a mistake. And Hyunjin and the fem reader are neighbors so, she always goes to his house and he knows how her life has been going. Hyunjin has a crush on her but doesn't admit it and he's always there for her whenever she needs him the most.

Also, please make the genre - angst, a bit of fluff and a bit of romance. I also want Hyunjin to say comforting words to the fem reader- OH! And the fem reader cries when they cuddle and then after she calms down from Hyunjin creasing her head and singing softly to her, she gets tired and and falls asleep. Hyunjin notice and kisses her forehead before whispering his confession to her.

Okay I'm getting into too much details and I'm getting too excited- But, this has been going on in my own fantasy imagination and I just want to read it instead of thinking of it and daydreaming 😅.

I love it! So sweet! I'd be happy to write it for you! My work reschedule is pretty full since I have 5 other requests, but I'll definitely try and finish yours as soon as I can! Thanks For Requesting!

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[littlemissiey]

Marriage Mishap

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader

Requested by: @chan-s-laptop

Summary: Your marriage is finally here! Though, not only do you hate the groom, you're also being forced! But when things get heated, your perception of him would dramatically changed!

A/N: I'm very excited to post my first request, so I hope you all like it! （＾ｖ＾）

Trigger Warning/Warning: This content contains many scenes of slight non-consensual advances being displayed. Please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable! Also Includes, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Blowjobs, Vaginal Sex

(The original photo does not belong to me.)

On the early ascent of day, your marriage shall take place. The ceremony will be held in a church close to the open reach, where the sky's uninviting brine would beam downward on you with a foreboding grey and a sensation of equivalence and demise.

A brutal glare slice through your sweet veneer upon hearing the news. The prospect of marriage in this world crammed you with dread, your eyes consuming scarlet from the bright tears who threaten to fall. Your knees gave way underneath your thin structure, reluctant to stand. A hireling scrambled for your side, gripping your arm, trying to hold you up. You waved them off, battling to deal with your own musings.

The hireling glanced at you with stress, their eyebrows wrinkling in disarray. You shook your head, attempting to keep up your self-control. The priest awaited for you quietly at the altar, expecting the sign from the final hireling. Your eyes enlarged, recognizing your families' look of unadulterated repugnance cut onto their appearances. They had grown inpatient with your dawdling, it appeared.

You were immediately prompted the altar. The wedding performed under the vigilant gazes of your family. The words of the priest had been drowned out by way of the chatter of insects and the chirping of birds. On the altar, Chan stood alone. Divine light swept across his form, illuminating him. His short hair, midnight black, brushed against to his neck.

The priest spoke the words of blessing, and the sweet expressions of understanding, and the couple embraced. The visitors acclaimed, cheers of joy ascending from their throats. You looked at the group with a scowl, tears streaming quietly down your face. You couldn't appreciate the celebrations, overpowered by the harp, woodwinds and drums of the group. Your psyche was tortured by the contemplations of a noxious future.

The dining portion started, and you acknowledged the cuts of delicious meat and bread on your plate happily. The wine was rich and bitter, descending down your throat like silk. Now and again, you looked at your new spouse, he was smiling from one ear to another, mindful of the disappointment inside your heart. You ate very little, your stomach in tangles. Numerous hirelings drifted close by, worried at your stance and quiet. One female hireling moved toward your significant other with cloth and a bottle of alcohol. She poured a modest quantity upon his cup, and he shifted his jawline up. A flirtious grin spread across his face, and he brought down the fluid in one swallow.

"Much obliged to you," he said, smiling.

The young lady become flushed abundantly, turning her look towards the ground. She was petite, with delicate features and rosy cheeks. You turn away angrily, to distraught to watch. Bundles of white roses lay at the special raised area, their petals as delicate as holy messenger's wings. Catching your eye, one single rose rises from the midst of the passel, its beauty unparalleled. The fate the other flowers is unknown to you, though this single rose rests upon a dark, thorny black branch.

You reach out for the rose, culling it from its stem. Holding it in your shaking hand, you respect its fragile sprout. Your fingers follows the thistles, as sharp as blades. It is a selfish blessing; the rose is delicate, and won't last the evening. Chan's eyes floats towards you, the side of his lips curling.

"For me?" he says. "Oh nice!"

He inclines towards you, grabbing the rose from your grip. He whirls the rose in his fingers, his face curving into a scoff. You gaze at him with sickening gaze, watching his face transforms into something less then human. His eyes are dark and heartless, without any type of feeling. He drops the rose, watching it tumble to the ground. His foot presses upon it, pounding the bloom into a mash.

The invited guests observed the scene, laughing and murmuring among themselves. Some chuckled, others watched with dread, the rest quiet. His grin diminished, and he puts his hand upon your thigh. His look glinting to your chest. Your wedding outfit shimmers white with pearls and gems, intricate and excellent. The gold of the chain that supports your breasts sparkles like a beacon in the daylight. You heave, surprised by his unexpected gesture.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

Your eyes sparkle in disarray, then, at that point in rage. You grasped your hand, twisting your fingers into a hard clench hand. Blood dribbled down your dress, puncturing your skin crude. He laughed, the sound sickeningly sweet. His debased look followed up to your delicate stomach, setting an ungainly hand on your midsection and laughing ravenously.

"Gee, I wonder...just the many young'uns can fit in this little spot?" Chan murmured, "It's a mystery, isn't it?" He squeezed his lips to your ear, as his hand moved lower. "I'll give you a couple of seconds. To guess..."

You stay frozen completely still, incapable to respond. His fingers brush against your crotch, gradually moving internal. The consuming sensation made you jerk away, yet he held you set up with a solitary hand. He stroked your vigorously shined lips with his thumb, a profound kiss was constrained upon them.

You could taste flavors bitter wine entering your mouth. The feeling lopsided, but not unpleasant. His hand meandered further, from your stomach to between your legs. You let out a shivering breath, shutting your eyes trying to shut out the sight before you.

"You're so charming, (y/n)," he said, grinning. "I like that."

Your eyes snaps open at his expressions of deviancy, a dim sparkle in his eye. He smiled, his face contorted. His eyes gazed at you in a practically savage manner, consuming into you with their canine like peer. You whimpered, feeling your cheeks flush profound blood red as adrenaline flowed through your veins.

"Screw you, Chan," You murmur under your inhale, scarcely over a murmur.

An abrupt quietness surged through the room. The candles on the special stepped area glimmered, setting wax trickling ablaze with a wheeze. He gazed at you, his fun loving aura changing into a chilly, abnormal sneer. Ire overwhelmed into him, straightforwardly at him. Dread frosted up in your stomach, your mouth dry as a stone. He let out a delicate laugh, his turned and devilish highlights unwinding. He squeezes his thumb against your lips, grinning viciously.

"Why so tranquil?" he asked, his accent thickening his voice.

His fingers crawl up under your dress, gradually sticking against the warm wet spot between your legs. You nibbled your lip hard, tasting blood fill into your mouth. You shuddered, your internal parts beating with the torment. The planks of flooring under you squeaked, obliterating the excellent work of art of the antiquated wooden floor. His eyes gleamed red, his understudies contracting into two dull pinpricks. His hand pushed against you generally, his fingers diving profound into your womb. You let out a pleasurable groan, your body not prepared. He chuckled, his fingers wandering aimlessly inside you.

"C...Chan...I...can't..." you whimpered, battling to clutch pride even with such evil demonstrations.

Chan chuckled, his cheeks becoming sore. "I think my sweet little bride needs to apologize. Don't you, sweetheart?"

You scowled, gasping intensely. His fingers moved against the plump layout of your folds, following the tips along your own swollen redness. His words appeared to have a solid sexual enhancer impact on you, your skin sizzling with warmth and power.

"I...am...sorry," you apologized, the words feeling like acid off your tongue.

Bells rung faintly through the room, making you tense. His finger skimmed upwards to your wet tissue, disappearing into your womb. A surge of delight overpowered you, your body shivering from the inclination. White liquids spurt from the sides of your pussy, smudging the texture of your dress.

"So drenched..." he murmured.

The candles gleamed, the dividers appearing to move with each adjustment of lighting. You look around anxiously, your hands gripping up with strain. No human stayed in this room. There was just you, and Chan. All the visitor at the wedding had been whisked away in carriages some time in the past. Not a spirit stayed in this spurned church, with only the sunlight as your witness. Your heart enlivened, your breathing developing more worn out.

"What...happened here?" you ask vacantly, your voice shuddering. "Where'd everybody go?"

"You can't honesty be that stupid, can you?" he answered delicately, his eyes still stuck on your sex.

"What do you mean?"

He didn't address your question. He didn't need to. Your heart sank down low, the world turning into a perpetual dark pit. His mischievous grin extended across his face, his fingers winding marginally. You felt something give path inside you, the dividers of your vagina spreading themselves more extensive.

"Ah!" you shouted, feeling the merciless warmth of his breath on your grab.

"I can't help thinking what part everybody saw on their out. Maybe they saw your juices dribbling out, or perhaps they were kind enough to turn away? A youthful groom devouring his bride during their own wedding. So heartfelt," he murmured, his tongue dashing out to lick along your clit.

"Nngh! Ch...!"

You felt his tongue dart in, tasting your sweet nectar. He flicked heavenly circles around your clit, sending electric stuns through your stomach. Touchy essentially, you were unable to take any longer. Your head dropped down, your hair falling down to cover your face from his gaze. His tongue flicked intensely, your juices running down his jaw. You shouted into the air for dear life, your fingernails cutting profoundly into your palms.

"Please...! I can't take...- "

Another surge of your liquids burst out without warning, dousing his face in your cum. He lapped it up excitedly, drinking the entirety of the sweetness he could hold in his mouth. You gasped intensely, feeling the waiting happiness on top of the ruthless joy.

"No doubt about it," he merrily commented, cleaning his mouth with his shoulder. "All my previous ladies were a wreck, yet you... you're exceptional."

You heave quietly, feeling cold metal nudge against your throat. His brilliant eyes were focused on you, his grin never fading. A belt surrounded your neck, holding you back from shouting out. A shudder went down your spine, dread bothering you. You tensed up, your eyes falling along his trousers slowly siding down his legs, until they were right above your face, his manhood straining against his silken undergarments. He tenderly pulled at the belt around your neck, compelling you to lift your head up.

"Now, open your mouth," he directed.

You wish to twist and pull at the cowhide around your neck, but it was no use. His grip matched a vice, keeping you in place. You parted your lips slowly, hesitant to disobey. Little tears assembled in your eyes, while you anticipated your destiny.

"Yes... That's a good girl." He whispered, his face coming into your view. Your eyes locked in an eternal gaze of discomfort, pure fear left in their wake.

Chan's lips penetrated into yours in one final kiss. His tongue massaged yours frantically, searching for every crevice of your mouth. The pressure behind you release a low, agonizing moan, slowly tickling your chest. With every passing second, his grip on you became tighter. Gasping for air, you reached out your hands to hold on his leg for balance. He slowly detached his lips from yours, licking the scarlet liquid off his lips. You panted heavily, not wanting to break the trance encasing you.

Your eyes fluttered open, to see his shining eyes. His eyes were no longer human, a deep golden glow emanating from within. Your breath trapped in your throat, his cockstand as hard as a battering ram. You cried as you felt his hands grasp your head solidly, opening your jaw more extensive. He pushed his cock forward, scouring it against your lips. Precum streamed from the tip, gold light erupting from behind your eyes.

The church had fallen peaceful, each solid muffled by the loud beating of your heart.

Guilt curled in your stomach as your eyes welled up, but he pushed forward. His warm, spongy head forced into your mouth, covering the roof of your mouth and part of your tongue. You gagged and choked, saliva flooding into your mouth from this violation. Tears dripped down your cheeks as your legs shook, hands curling into fists.

"Savor this... This, you may remember for the rest of your life." His voice wavered, "And this..."

The last remnants of your sanity shattered as his manhood pushed into your throat. The pressure crushed your throat, blocking you from breathing. Your eyes watered as you strained to take in even the smallest of breaths. He pushed forward, until the glans of his dick touched the back of your throat. You shrieked as you felt a slight tingling sensation, like the feeling of static on a film. He slowly withdrew his dick from your mouth, allowing your windpipe to pop, before pushing forward. A smile graced his face as he watched you gasp and choke on his dick. Sucking desperately to draw breath, your lungs burned as you tasted his salty precum. He let you take a breath, before repeating the process.

Shivering rushes of torment hit your body as he disregarded your mouth. Each push forward sent rushes of torment through your face, desensitizing your lips and making it hard to breath. He trust him all through your mouth, looking as you slobbered all over yourself and dress. He groaned at the sight, a profound throaty sound of happiness. You didn't have the foggiest idea how since a long time ago had passed, however you were depleted. Your vision blurred all through presence, your body hurting all over. He lifted your head up from his lap, permitting you to inhale, his dick remaining in your mouth.

"Suck me." He commanded in a low voice, one that sent shivers down your spine.

You complied, drooling everywhere on his dick as you attempted to relax. He moaned, pushing you in reverse as he push into your mouth. Stifling on your spit, you lay against the floor, visually connecting with him. You nurse onto him, your tongue whirling around the underside of his dick.

You weaved your head, accepting him as far into your mouth as you could. He moaned once more, eyes moving to the rear of his head.

"Ah...shit, ah..." he whispered, gnawing his lip.

Your mouth loaded up with his brilliant fluid. He came in your mouth, thick ropes hitting the rear of your throat and running down your jaw. Delicate groans arising out of his lips, as he gradually pulled out of your mouth. You ravenously slurped up every single drop of his seed, gulping the harsh goodness down, the aggregate of your stomach fighting the action. He pulled out his dick, cleaning your mouth off with the his palm.

"Very good. I think my new bride deserve a nice reward," He inhaled, stroking the side of your cheek.

He lifted you up from the floor, your powerless legs incapable to help your weight, and folded his arm over your shoulder bones. He guided you out of the room, into a long passage. The floor was cool, made of stone. You could hardly make out your surroundings, the darkness swallowing you whole. The walls were blank, devoid of any portraits or decorations of any kind.

"Where are you taking me?" You say weakly, struggling in his grasp.

He ignored you, moving ahead, through a bunch of dull steps, down into the enormous underground. The glowing daylight that had filled the church was closed out, supplanted by a dim inside lit simply by lights that lined the dividers. The bended roof was high, with huge stones spread out to stamp the floor. You felt him stop, as he released your shoulder blades. You staggered forward, hitting your knee on the stone floor. He caught you, gradually bringing you down to the ground.

"Stay here," he told, turning and strolling to the contrary side of a huge room.

You glanced around, taking in the scene. There were a progression of dull wooden boxes arranged across the room, coming to up to the bended roof. A couple of tables lined the dividers, alongside a couple of beds and furniture. Dazzling aromas of incense saturated the air, sending an inebriating chill up your spine. The ground was covered with dust, tumbling from the roof in sheets of earthy colored, whirling into the residue. Odd shapes gleamed through the residue, portraying heavenly figures of men and holy messengers, skimming high over the wooden bars that made up the roof.

Shelves adorned the walls, filled with candles, oil, and wax. A few paintings and sculptures of odd beasts and creatures hung from the wall, dominating the room. Your body twitched involuntarily, at the sight of these images. Chan soon arrived back, lifting you from the floor.

"Don't move," He warned you, "Don't make a sound or we'll be here for a long, long time."

You stayed still, letting him carry you up the dusty staircase, all the way to the top. A huge entryway overshadowed you, weird carvings around the edges. He ventured up, setting his clench hand against a board next to the door. After a brief pause, he turned the handle, opening the entryway with a squeak. Sweet air floated out, painting the inside of the room a dazzling blue.

He laid you down on a delicate, cotton cover, doused in sunlight. Your body softened into the sheets of light, warmed by the beams that heated you. Peace overwhelmed your body, floating up your spine and out your fingertips. However, Chan was not finished with you. He gripped the belt around your neck, pulling it tight. You gagged, torment shooting through your sanctuaries.

"Sleepy so soon?' He snickered, "Oh no, I've not gotten done with you yet,"

He pulled the belt back harder, fixing it around your throat. You attempted to inhale, feeling your windpipe squashed under the heaviness of the calfskin. Your body writhed, eyes stressing against the shut covers. You felt his cock grow hard, scouring against your ass. His hands gripped your arms, twisting the limbs until they screamed in pain. He pulled the legs back, forcing you to lie with your ass in the air. Your body felt heavy, your eyes struggling to stay open. A growl erupted from your throat in between panic-stricken whimpers.

Unwanted arousal overwhelmed through your body each time his dick scoured against your pussy. The delicate cotton cover that you lay on assimilated a portion of the wetness, yet a puddle of your fervor developed underneath you.

"No... Chan, no... please...," you beseeched him, without knowing why, "I can't take much more..."

Chan smacked your ass hard, the stinging sensation blasting through you. Another descended on you, and another. Your body shocked, your muscles holding hard, the dull agony rapidly going to devastating joy. You felt a sharp wounding sensation inside your stomach, your skin tearing at the fire.

Torment transmitted through your body, filling you with a staggering longing to climax. As though by sense, your limbs turned to quivering jelly, clenching and unclenching. You clung to the air with flailing limbs, mind muddled. Your hymen snapped under the force of the torment, spilling with dazzling red blood. Chan groaned in pleasure, siphoning all through you, feeling his cock sliding against the wetness, leaving an ache of his own in its wake. Amazingly, you didn't cry nor shout, however rather groaned, heaving for air between short, ragged breaths.

"I want...to breed with you," You murmured, short of breath, your voice raspy. "I want...to give birth...to your child..."

Chan quit thrusting, gazing at you in dismay. You felt a mixture of dread and shame, bending your face trying to stow away. He grinned so wide that it throbbed, crawling up one side of his face.

"Do you now? I thought you didn't want this?"

He push into you once, playfully watching you shout out in delight. You shivered, whining in shame. The consuming sensation arrived at a high, breaking you separated. He giggled, pulling back and pushing into you again. Your folds extended around him, your womb grasping around his hardness, draining all he owned.

"My sweet little bride wants me to impregnate her? How nice..." He groaned, speeding up, the bed scratching against the floor. Your body shivered because of his words, joy and agony interlaced, spiraling together into a solitary, amazing experience.

"Please...I need to feel you inside me..."

Your mouth had moved before the idea arrived at your naughty mind. Quicker and harder he went, moaning in satisfaction as he tracked down his own. Your tongue hung out, tasting the pungent embodiment of your destitution. He pulled out and hammered back in, his grasp discovering your hips and holding them down, keeping his merciless speed. Chan giggled, moaning in carnal delight as he came inside you. You could feel him inside you, flooding you with his warmth as his seed burst forth, filling your womb with the goodness of his children. Swishing and spurts of white painted around, your womb accepting the gift of a father's love, and joys of childbearing.

You drooped back against the cushions, slobber and spit covering you. A flood of condemnations and brilliant groans radiated from your lips, your hands jerking in exhaustion. Your wedding dress absorbed his seed, and smudged a dark red; the puddle of texture developing at your crotch stained considerably more obscure. The bedding shifted, Chan pulled out of you and felt empty, aching for his touch.

"You...are very...exciting...my dear wife..." He gasped, resting close to you.

You took a gander at him, your eyes still dim with joy, struggling to find the strength to talk. He understood, offering no further words, rather pulling the covers over both of you, his hand rubbing your uncovered hip.

[littlemissiey]

Requests Open!!!❤

A/N: Hello Everyone! I'm LittleMissiey, and welcome to my tumblr! I'm a seventeen year old girl who loves to write and loves Stray Kids/Kpop in general. Each week I'll do my best to post at least one Explicit Smut, Fluffs, One shots, and more! I work hard to provide detailed stories but I still have a lot to learn so don't ever hesitate to offer me some constructive criticism or just plain advice!❤

(Also, for the account who recently send me a request, I'm so sorry! I accidentally pressed the private option by mistake. If you see this, please send me your request again so I can write for you!!)

Instructions:

For me to accept a request, I need to know a little more about what exactly it is you want! So, first I need the exact pairing you'd like to use and the names of people I'm writing about. Finally, I'll need a brief summary of how exactly you want the story to go. For example, bondage with Bang-chan or public sex with Hyunjin! Please, don't be shy about your kinks/desires, since we all have something we're into and should never be ashamed of it!

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