nabiracha

[nabiracha]

Set the world on fire

Prologue

Prologue Warnings: Trauma mention, mental illness mention, blood, underage drug use, witnessing death, gore, etc. This is a pretty serious chapter...But i promise (maybe) that this series won't be assss serious as this chapter is

Y/n, or bunny, as people called her, was always quiet. Her eyes shown like the sun, but her mind dreamed like the moon. She preferred the books over the tv. She preferred music over conversations. She preferred boxing over studying. She wasn’t a crazy smart person, but she wasn’t stupid by any means. Her grades were never below C’s, and she had missing assignments but she never failed. She was just never interested in it, and to be honest, she’d rather sit in her room and read.

But when she did go out, she’d get high-anxiety, curl into herself. And if her mother was with her, she’d hold onto her mom. Her gaze would change and bunny would change. She’d want anything cute, pink, tiny. Normal stuff a kid would want, but bunny was a teenager. Her step-father would hound her for it, for the high-anxiety days when her voice would become slightly higher, warmer, and her vocabulary would shrink just a bit. But she wasn’t stupid.

And so she became something else. She started boxing, focusing on that. She’d come home late, knuckles red, swollen, bloody. But she reveled in the pain, it brought her comfort like it used to. It made her stronger, physically and mentally. At age 16, bunny got emancipated, leaving her mother’s house and living with her older brother. “As long as you support yourself, I’ll keep the roof over your head.” Her brother had told her, his voice soft but his eyes detached. She knew he went through it too, but he was stronger.

He was stronger because he didn’t pick up a razor at the age of 11. He was stronger because he didn’t watch the blood trickle down his thigh at 12. He was stronger because he didn’t feel the sting of a fresh wound at 13. And he was stronger because he didn’t try to stop his lungs from feeling air again at 14. 

But she was strong too. She survived it. She lived through it. Her heart still pumped, even while her lungs slowly turned white. But she didn’t care, she no longer feared death, nor did she hate life. Because she was graduating, she was free. Free to be whoever and whatever she wanted. 

Her brother was driving her to her high school, his black car cheap; but it ran well. He’d had the car since he was a junior in high school, which was years ago. Bunny had been a freshman at the time. She was a sophomore when she moved in with her older brother, Jung. 

Bunny, for once in her life, got aux in her brother’s car. She had her playlist on shuffle, random songs popping up. One song, which showed the title on the radio, was ESCAPE (Bang Chan & Hyunjin). She didn’t know the artist, but she liked the song. She was adorned in her blue gown, the top of her cap, written in cursive, said ‘All of the stars have a reason.’

One of her favorite artist was little peep, because no matter the situation—she could listen to him. She didn’t know exactly why, but she knew that she didn’t care for the reason. She no longer cared for the reason unless necessary, she found herself not caring for several things now. But her anxiety didnt stop, she just learned to hide it.

Since she was only 18, she couldn’t technically be vaping. But she did. Her vape, a minty green, was sour apple flavored. She enjoyed the burn in her throat, the dizzy feeling she got for those several seconds as the nicotine entered her blood stream. She got adrenaline from it, especially when in a car. Her brother didn’t care what she did now, she was an adult.

They pulled into the parking lot, her vape being shoved in the glove box. Her manicured hands, payed by her mother, were baby pink—her favorite color. It went well with her natural hair color, dark brown. Her hair fell down to the middle of her back, straight. She didn’t normally straighten her hair, which was wavy but bordered on curls towards the ends, but this was a special occasion. She had a septum piercing, baby pink to match her nails. She didn’t normally wear anything that made her stand out, but she wasn’t insecure—she just didn’t deem it necessary to have that attention. Which, strangely enough, seemed to get her more attention. But she was quiet, so most didnt hate her nor like her—everyone was neutral.

She pulled open the car door, pushing with her arm as the car door squeaked. She slammed the door shut, her black closed-toe heels clicking on the pavement as she made her way into the school. This was her last time here, she had planned to not even come—but her brother and mother insisted she’d regret it if she didn’t. So here she was, sitting in her chair thirty minutes later as she wait for her name to be called.

“Y/n Lang,” Her heart sped up, and took deep breaths, willing herself to hide the anxiety and put on a smile as she stood up. She walked across the stage, shaking hands with the teachers and grabbing her diploma. Her smile fell as soon as the school camera was off her and she was walking down the stairs, off the stage.

The ceremony was over and people were crowding on the field, where the graduation had taken place. Y/n didnt want to be here any longer, but she had to wait for her mom and step-dad. She and her step-dad weren’t…close, but they no longer fought on a regular basis. Whether that was because she moved out or not, she didn’t know.

“Oh, my bunny!” Her mother was always like this, always so happy no matter what Y/n did. A smile made an appearance on bunny’s face, genuine for once. Y/n’s soft voice was quiet when she spoke. “hi momma.” 

Her arms went around her mother, who was just a couple inches taller than her. She talked with her mother for a while, occasionally with her step-father. Her brother had stayed in the car after the ceremony, not wanting to interact with anyone that day.

When she got back in the car, her brother was freaking out. She could tell by the way his hands shook subtly, the deep breaths he took and the slight irrational tone he had. She grabbed her vape from the glovebox, letting the toxic air fill her lungs. The vapor gracefully left her mouth, filling the car with a delicious smell. She craved that burn, but she didn’t need it. She enjoyed it, but not all the time.

Her brother sped off, speaking quickly. “Y/n do not, no matter what, leave the hou—“

Her brother didnt finish his sentence. And she realized he never would. The bullet had gone straight through his open mouth as he was talking, blood splattering against the back of his car seat. The blood of her brother had gotten on her too, her eyes wide as her fear sky-rocketed. Her brother had just been shot in front of her, by a man that was now being bit. The man was about 6’3 and gruffy looking, most likely a father. A girl, who looked slightly like him, was the assailant biting his arm and tearing away the flesh. The sight was horrific.

She didn’t have time to process it all, her feet moving without her brain’s permission as she flung open the door. The streets were chaos, people biting, screaming, bleeding, rotting. But bunny’s feet kept moving. She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she care.

She went till the sun set, ran till her feet stopped working. She collapsed on the ground with a heart-wrenching sob, but it was silent. Just like all her cries were. She didn’t know what had happened, and she only became more angered than before. 

She was upset at her trauma, not living like normal kids in her area. But she had pure anger towards the world now. Her brother had died, and the blood had splattered on her. She knew she would never see her mother again, and despite the hatred she held for her step-father, she knew she wouldn’t see him again. And the little girl inside her hurt, the side that still loved the man who raised her.

She knew she’d never get to see her real father again, either. But that one hurt a little more. She hadn’t seen him in nearly ten years, and now she never would. 

——————————————

Stray kids had just gotten with an interview. They were in America for their recent tour, having just released their new album so they were promoting it. They were in the van, heading back their hotel since they had the rest of the day off. They planned to shower, rest up a bit or whatever it is that they wanted to before going out to eat.

But the news stopped them from everything. 

Chan, being the old man he is, was watching the news. “Lock your doors, do not let anyone inside. Even your loved ones,” the tv was on low volume, but he had heard it. It caught his attention, his dark hair in curls since he had just finished showering. “Hey, Lix. Get in here!” He and the Aussie had been sharing a room, the latter messing with the rings he had on his fingers as he came in. “What’s up?”

“Watch,” The oldest patted the spot beside him, his eyes on the screen. “A deadly virus has broke out. The streets are chaos, please do not leave your home. This is a government order. Do. Not. Leave.” 

The blonde stared with wide eyes. The news wasn’t giving much detail about anything. His feet hit the carpeted floors softly as he hurried over to the window. Chan was behind him now, on the phone with the other boys. “turn on your tv’s.” The leader told them, voice panicked but calm at the same time.

When Felix opened the curtains, a sharp gasp left his pretty lips. People were straight up eating each other. It looked like something out of a nightmare, or The Walking Dead. “Holy shit. Guys, look outside.” Felix could hear the conversation on Chan’s phone, so he spoke up too.

It only took a few minutes before everyone hurried over to Chan’s room—and right after that there were several screams and windows being broken. Luckily, they were on the top floor. The boys were all dressed, some of the regretting not taking a shower earlier—since they didn’t think they would be able to now. They were all stuck in Chan and Felix’s room.

“What do we do?” Changbin broke the silence as they all sat scattered across the room, Jisung munching on a bag of chips next to Minho. 

 Chan shook his head, “nothing. It’s not safe.” “What about the tour?” Hyunjin’s voice was quiet, worried. “Obviously it’s cancelled.” Seungmin scoffed, but they could tell he was panicked. Chan nodded in agreement at Seungmin’s words.

“We’ve seen the movies, this is straight fiction—But real.” Felix shook his head on disbelief. 

It had been three days since the outbreak, the water was still on but they didn’t know how long it would be. So, they were filling everything they could with water to survive. 

The other problem was food. They were running out, which was no surprise since there men. And there’s eight of them. They’d have to leave at some point.

“Shit,” Chan was stressing, the boys were worried and everyone was just…dazed. 

And so they set up a plan to leave. 

I know I have posted in a while...So here's a new series I'm working on. Hopefully I keep up with it...

[nabiracha]

Set the world on fire

Prologue

Prologue Warnings: Trauma mention, mental illness mention, blood, underage drug use, witnessing death, gore, etc. This is a pretty serious chapter...But i promise (maybe) that this series won't be assss serious as this chapter is

Y/n, or bunny, as people called her, was always quiet. Her eyes shown like the sun, but her mind dreamed like the moon. She preferred the books over the tv. She preferred music over conversations. She preferred boxing over studying. She wasn’t a crazy smart person, but she wasn’t stupid by any means. Her grades were never below C’s, and she had missing assignments but she never failed. She was just never interested in it, and to be honest, she’d rather sit in her room and read.

But when she did go out, she’d get high-anxiety, curl into herself. And if her mother was with her, she’d hold onto her mom. Her gaze would change and bunny would change. She’d want anything cute, pink, tiny. Normal stuff a kid would want, but bunny was a teenager. Her step-father would hound her for it, for the high-anxiety days when her voice would become slightly higher, warmer, and her vocabulary would shrink just a bit. But she wasn’t stupid.

And so she became something else. She started boxing, focusing on that. She’d come home late, knuckles red, swollen, bloody. But she reveled in the pain, it brought her comfort like it used to. It made her stronger, physically and mentally. At age 16, bunny got emancipated, leaving her mother’s house and living with her older brother. “As long as you support yourself, I’ll keep the roof over your head.” Her brother had told her, his voice soft but his eyes detached. She knew he went through it too, but he was stronger.

He was stronger because he didn’t pick up a razor at the age of 11. He was stronger because he didn’t watch the blood trickle down his thigh at 12. He was stronger because he didn’t feel the sting of a fresh wound at 13. And he was stronger because he didn’t try to stop his lungs from feeling air again at 14. 

But she was strong too. She survived it. She lived through it. Her heart still pumped, even while her lungs slowly turned white. But she didn’t care, she no longer feared death, nor did she hate life. Because she was graduating, she was free. Free to be whoever and whatever she wanted. 

Her brother was driving her to her high school, his black car cheap; but it ran well. He’d had the car since he was a junior in high school, which was years ago. Bunny had been a freshman at the time. She was a sophomore when she moved in with her older brother, Jung. 

Bunny, for once in her life, got aux in her brother’s car. She had her playlist on shuffle, random songs popping up. One song, which showed the title on the radio, was ESCAPE (Bang Chan & Hyunjin). She didn’t know the artist, but she liked the song. She was adorned in her blue gown, the top of her cap, written in cursive, said ‘All of the stars have a reason.’

One of her favorite artist was little peep, because no matter the situation—she could listen to him. She didn’t know exactly why, but she knew that she didn’t care for the reason. She no longer cared for the reason unless necessary, she found herself not caring for several things now. But her anxiety didnt stop, she just learned to hide it.

Since she was only 18, she couldn’t technically be vaping. But she did. Her vape, a minty green, was sour apple flavored. She enjoyed the burn in her throat, the dizzy feeling she got for those several seconds as the nicotine entered her blood stream. She got adrenaline from it, especially when in a car. Her brother didn’t care what she did now, she was an adult.

They pulled into the parking lot, her vape being shoved in the glove box. Her manicured hands, payed by her mother, were baby pink—her favorite color. It went well with her natural hair color, dark brown. Her hair fell down to the middle of her back, straight. She didn’t normally straighten her hair, which was wavy but bordered on curls towards the ends, but this was a special occasion. She had a septum piercing, baby pink to match her nails. She didn’t normally wear anything that made her stand out, but she wasn’t insecure—she just didn’t deem it necessary to have that attention. Which, strangely enough, seemed to get her more attention. But she was quiet, so most didnt hate her nor like her—everyone was neutral.

She pulled open the car door, pushing with her arm as the car door squeaked. She slammed the door shut, her black closed-toe heels clicking on the pavement as she made her way into the school. This was her last time here, she had planned to not even come—but her brother and mother insisted she’d regret it if she didn’t. So here she was, sitting in her chair thirty minutes later as she wait for her name to be called.

“Y/n Lang,” Her heart sped up, and took deep breaths, willing herself to hide the anxiety and put on a smile as she stood up. She walked across the stage, shaking hands with the teachers and grabbing her diploma. Her smile fell as soon as the school camera was off her and she was walking down the stairs, off the stage.

The ceremony was over and people were crowding on the field, where the graduation had taken place. Y/n didnt want to be here any longer, but she had to wait for her mom and step-dad. She and her step-dad weren’t…close, but they no longer fought on a regular basis. Whether that was because she moved out or not, she didn’t know.

“Oh, my bunny!” Her mother was always like this, always so happy no matter what Y/n did. A smile made an appearance on bunny’s face, genuine for once. Y/n’s soft voice was quiet when she spoke. “hi momma.” 

Her arms went around her mother, who was just a couple inches taller than her. She talked with her mother for a while, occasionally with her step-father. Her brother had stayed in the car after the ceremony, not wanting to interact with anyone that day.

When she got back in the car, her brother was freaking out. She could tell by the way his hands shook subtly, the deep breaths he took and the slight irrational tone he had. She grabbed her vape from the glovebox, letting the toxic air fill her lungs. The vapor gracefully left her mouth, filling the car with a delicious smell. She craved that burn, but she didn’t need it. She enjoyed it, but not all the time.

Her brother sped off, speaking quickly. “Y/n do not, no matter what, leave the hou—“

Her brother didnt finish his sentence. And she realized he never would. The bullet had gone straight through his open mouth as he was talking, blood splattering against the back of his car seat. The blood of her brother had gotten on her too, her eyes wide as her fear sky-rocketed. Her brother had just been shot in front of her, by a man that was now being bit. The man was about 6’3 and gruffy looking, most likely a father. A girl, who looked slightly like him, was the assailant biting his arm and tearing away the flesh. The sight was horrific.

She didn’t have time to process it all, her feet moving without her brain’s permission as she flung open the door. The streets were chaos, people biting, screaming, bleeding, rotting. But bunny’s feet kept moving. She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she care.

She went till the sun set, ran till her feet stopped working. She collapsed on the ground with a heart-wrenching sob, but it was silent. Just like all her cries were. She didn’t know what had happened, and she only became more angered than before. 

She was upset at her trauma, not living like normal kids in her area. But she had pure anger towards the world now. Her brother had died, and the blood had splattered on her. She knew she would never see her mother again, and despite the hatred she held for her step-father, she knew she wouldn’t see him again. And the little girl inside her hurt, the side that still loved the man who raised her.

She knew she’d never get to see her real father again, either. But that one hurt a little more. She hadn’t seen him in nearly ten years, and now she never would. 

——————————————

Stray kids had just gotten with an interview. They were in America for their recent tour, having just released their new album so they were promoting it. They were in the van, heading back their hotel since they had the rest of the day off. They planned to shower, rest up a bit or whatever it is that they wanted to before going out to eat.

But the news stopped them from everything. 

Chan, being the old man he is, was watching the news. “Lock your doors, do not let anyone inside. Even your loved ones,” the tv was on low volume, but he had heard it. It caught his attention, his dark hair in curls since he had just finished showering. “Hey, Lix. Get in here!” He and the Aussie had been sharing a room, the latter messing with the rings he had on his fingers as he came in. “What’s up?”

“Watch,” The oldest patted the spot beside him, his eyes on the screen. “A deadly virus has broke out. The streets are chaos, please do not leave your home. This is a government order. Do. Not. Leave.” 

The blonde stared with wide eyes. The news wasn’t giving much detail about anything. His feet hit the carpeted floors softly as he hurried over to the window. Chan was behind him now, on the phone with the other boys. “turn on your tv’s.” The leader told them, voice panicked but calm at the same time.

When Felix opened the curtains, a sharp gasp left his pretty lips. People were straight up eating each other. It looked like something out of a nightmare, or The Walking Dead. “Holy shit. Guys, look outside.” Felix could hear the conversation on Chan’s phone, so he spoke up too.

It only took a few minutes before everyone hurried over to Chan’s room—and right after that there were several screams and windows being broken. Luckily, they were on the top floor. The boys were all dressed, some of the regretting not taking a shower earlier—since they didn’t think they would be able to now. They were all stuck in Chan and Felix’s room.

“What do we do?” Changbin broke the silence as they all sat scattered across the room, Jisung munching on a bag of chips next to Minho. 

 Chan shook his head, “nothing. It’s not safe.” “What about the tour?” Hyunjin’s voice was quiet, worried. “Obviously it’s cancelled.” Seungmin scoffed, but they could tell he was panicked. Chan nodded in agreement at Seungmin’s words.

“We’ve seen the movies, this is straight fiction—But real.” Felix shook his head on disbelief. 

It had been three days since the outbreak, the water was still on but they didn’t know how long it would be. So, they were filling everything they could with water to survive. 

The other problem was food. They were running out, which was no surprise since there men. And there’s eight of them. They’d have to leave at some point.

“Shit,” Chan was stressing, the boys were worried and everyone was just…dazed. 

And so they set up a plan to leave. 

I know I have posted in a while...So here's a new series I'm working on. Hopefully I keep up with it...

[nabiracha]

𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓢𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂 - series masterlist (Bridgerton Au)

Summary. In the world of London’s elite, Whispers of the High Society follows the lives of powerful and charming aristocrats, each with their own secrets, scandals, and desires. Bang Chan, a serious and respected duke, struggles between duty and a forbidden love. His close friend, the rebellious Hwang Hyunjin, is always ready for adventure, but his past may catch up with him. Han Jisung, a mysterious artist, hides a dangerous secret that threatens everything. Seo Changbin, an ambitious earl, is caught between power and passion, while Lee Felix uses his charm to stay ahead, but even he can’t avoid the pull of forbidden romance. Kim Seungmin, a loyal baron, faces a choice between loyalty and love, while Yang Jeongin, an heir to a fortune, falls for someone beneath his station, risking his future. Lastly, Lee Minho, a brooding marquis with a dark past, is drawn into a love that could either break or redeem him. As these individuals navigate love, betrayal, and society’s rules, they must confront their deepest desires and secrets. In a world where one whisper can destroy a reputation, the stakes are higher than ever.

📜 Masterlist key: (18+) - smut s - suggestive a - angst f - fluff

𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷 – A Duke’s Scandalous Love

As the respected Duke of Blackwood, Bang Chan is expected to uphold tradition and marry for power. But when he falls for a woman of lower status, he must choose between his duty to society and the love that could destroy both their reputations (18+, a, f) Coming out April 18th....

𝓗𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 – The Viscount’s Secret Desire

Hwang Hyunjin, a charming and rebellious viscount, has always followed his heart, but it leads him to a passionate love affair with a lady determined to keep her own secrets. As their relationship grows, both must decide how much they are willing to sacrifice for love. Coming out soon....

𝓗𝓪𝓷 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰 – An Artist’s Dangerous Heart

Mysterious artist Han Jisung is known for his captivating paintings, but his heart belongs to a woman he should never have fallen for. Their forbidden relationship risks not only his reputation but also the stability of the world around them. Coming out soon....

𝓢𝓮𝓸 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷 – The Earl’s Unraveled Ambition

Ambitious Seo Changbin has spent years climbing the social ladder, but when love unexpectedly enters his life, he finds himself torn between his lofty goals and his growing feelings for a woman who threatens everything he’s worked for. Coming out soon....

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁 – The Gentleman’s Hidden Romance

Effortlessly charming Lee Felix always stays ahead in high society, but when a whirlwind romance with a woman who has her own mysterious past leaves him questioning his trust in the world around him, Felix must decide what’s more important: love or his reputation. Coming out soon...

𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷 – A Baron’s Duty and Desire

Kim Seungmin, a dutiful young baron, has always placed family loyalty above all else. But when he meets a woman who challenges everything he’s been taught, he must decide whether to follow his heart or honor his family’s expectations. Coming out soon....

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷 – The Heir’s Secret Obsession

As the heir to a vast fortune, Yang Jeongin is expected to marry for wealth and status, but he falls for someone far beneath his station. Caught between family duty and love, he must navigate the risks of a relationship that could cost him everything. Coming out soon....

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸 – A Marquis’s Broken Trust

Lee Minho, a brooding marquis with a dark past, struggles with trust and loyalty. When he meets a woman who challenges everything he believes about love, he is forced to confront his own fears and embrace a future he never thought possible. Coming out soon....

***All dates are subject to change***

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 -

@jehhskz @hyeon-yi @penny44224 @nchhuhi @soupbinlily @myfriendgavemeanegg @avokralaim @teeesthings

Let me know if you would like to be added to the series taglist/my main taglist.

A/n - Thanks to @enchanthings-a and @lavendergalactic for the borders :)

Requests Masterlist

[nabiracha]

The Prince

Synopsis: Minho’s your stalker but you don’t seem to care.

Warnings: fingering, oral (f rec.), Prince!Minho x Commoner!You, unprotected sex.

He was a mad man without her touch. Lost without it. She was everything to him. And he’d get his way.

Prince!Minho who first saw you at the gathering his father held a few months ago. It wasn’t love at first sight, it was obsession.

Prince!Minho who had to have you, starting up a conversation that lasted almost the entire night. You seemed to like him, brushing your hand against his arm as you walked away to say your goodbyes to everyone else.

That was the moment prince!Minho knew you would be his. So he stalked you first countless weeks, not caring much for if you caught him. But somehow you didn’t.

Prince!Minho who couldn’t take it any longer and came through your window. He didn’t flinch when you almost yelled, slapping a hand around your mouth and whispering, “Shhh, pretty girl. I’m not gonna hurt you. Unless you want me to.”

Commoner!You didn’t know how to react. On one hand, the prince was stalking you—no, there’s just one hand. The prince was stalking you.

Prince!Minho visited you every night for three weeks straight. You two had gotten close…until he had to leave for a trip.

Prince!Minho thought about you for the month he was gone, stroking himself when only the moonlight shone through his windows with whispers of your name.

Commoner!You thought about him too. Whispers and soft, quiet moans cast in the moonlight. But you also missed him terribly, realizing just how much you’d fell in love with someone you couldn’t have.

But Prince!Minho would have you. 

Prince!Minho returned days later, the very first night he was back he was in your room. 

Commoner!You hadn’t expected him to visit you here, but you were instantly in his arms whispering the three words he wanted to hear from only you, “I love you, Minho.”

Minho was no longer a Prince. He was a man, your man. And he’d prove how much he loved you without saying it.

His lips pressed to yours, gentle and soft at first. Just like his hands, soft but a little calloused, roaming around your body like it was a precious map that he wanted to learn.

Then it was messy. Your knees hit the back of your bed, falling down as he hovered over you. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips before meeting yours in a sensual dance. His hands wandered down to the edge of your night gown, before wandering up slowly.

He was careful with it, even with his own desire. He knew this was your first time, and he’d make sure you enjoyed it. 

His hands lifted your dress off gently, quickly. He kisses stopped so he could admire you; You lying just in your white panties and no bra. “You’re as beautiful as the sun, baby.” 

Yoy shivered as he touched you, rubbing you over your panties as a soft moan slipped past your lips. You were wrecked, ruined for any man. You knew this, and he’d just barely touched you.

He waited for some sign of consent, and when you gave him a nod and a soft whisper of, “Yes, please.” He gave in. He pulled his shirt off his head, followed by his pants. 

He was sculpted by a Greek god, you swore it. His muscles were defined, flawless. Even the scar across his tummy was beautiful on his tan skin. Your fingers reached out before you thought about it, running gently along the scar.

“My dad.” You didn’t have to ask. The king was a cruel, cruel man. Most of his people hated him, and you just had one more reason too. Your eyes traveled up to meet his before he pressed kisses all over your face. 

His lips landed on yours, searing, like a spell cast under the moonlight. His thin fingers traced down your stomach till they met the edge of your panties, swiftly pulling them down. “So pretty.”

he reached for his own boxers, pulling them down before he layed on his stomach between your spread legs. He hooked your thighs over his arms, keeping you open. His lips met your clit, an experiment; the reaction? A sharp gasp from you.

He smirked against your folds, tongue slowly licking up them as you moaned, head falling back in ecstasy. His tongue was like the light while you were the dark, bringing you to heaven despite him being tainted more than you.

“Minho,” you gasped, thighs squeezing shut as your climax approached, juices coating his chin. You had never felt something as good as this, like you were in heaven, floating with the birds in the sky.

He gave you a slow kiss to the mouth, “You okay, beauty?” You made an attempt to nod, instead you offered a hum, “Mhm.”

“Good, cause I’m not done with you.” His fingers found their place quickly, between your folds. He wasn’t going gently now, he wanted you a whimpering mess. He was thrusting and curling his fingers expertly, hitting every spot and causing you to moan pathetically.

It’s like you were a book he’d written, he knew every spot, every move you liked. And he’d never done this with you before.

He kissed your neck and jaw, then your collarbones. His travelled lower, his mouth capturing a bud, tongue swirling around it. You were close to your second orgasm, and when he switched to the other one you swore you were starting to see stars.

His thumb rubbed your clit and you went flying over the edge, screaming his name as your legs shook in ecstasy. “Mmm, so pretty when you cum.” He bummed, licking his fingers clean.

Your cheeks flushed as you maintained eye contact. His hand wrapped around his base, dragging his tip through your sensitive, wet folds. “I’ll be gentle, babe.” He spoke.

He pushed in slowly, letting you get used to his size. After a few moments he was in all the way, your wetness making it easier for him.

He started slow, dragging his hips back and forth slowly. But he was starting to lose control. “Please, min. Faster.” You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut.

Who was he to deny your request? His hips snapped back and forth, drawing out completely just to slam inside you. The bed slammed against the wall, his teeth sinking into your skin slightly.

You were a pathetic, moaning mess. Tears spilled last your eyes as your body succumbed to the pleasure again. Your legs were shaking, and his thrusts were sloppier now.

A few more thrust and he was burying himself deep inside you to release with a soft whisper of, “you did so well, baby.”

After a few moments for both of you to catch your breath, he pulled out and laid beside you. “I love you too.” He whispered, arm over your waist as you started to drift off.

[nabiracha]

Update

New Lee Know Fanfic tomorrow...

[nabiracha]

Bathroom secrets

Inspired by Pretty by Coco & Clair Clair (Shorter fic)

Synopsis: You decide to go out after getting cheated on just to see your ex there. After a fight, a stranger asks you to do something and you agree.

Warning: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, first time meeting, Stranger!Hyunjin, fighting (y'all I'm so bad at writing fighting scenes but its okay), alcohol consumption, strangers to ???

(The picture makes me think of Fuckboy!Hyunjin, so I chose it)

Honestly, I thought being cheated on would hurt more. Sure, I was disgusted and angry. But hurt? Nah. He was a lowlife, a no good, leach. I mean for fuck’s sake, I should’ve seen it coming. All ugly men with hot girls end up cheating on them because they get an ego boost. But my girl’s insisted we do something fun, and honestly? I needed some good dick, not that three inch shrimp.

“Coco?” I called from my bathroom, holding the strings to my black  dress up. “Yert?” She slid in the room, wearing her sage green matching lace dress. “Can you tie this for me?” She did, tying it as tight as possible, using the excuse “Gotta show off every curve, girl.”

I didn’t argue, cause why would I when she’s right? “Is Clair ready? And Lis?” Speak of the two love birds. “Yeah, we are.” They come walking in, hand in hand. “Grab my purse, make sure that shit’s got a taser in it.”

By the time we got to the club it was packed. Yeah, glad I packed that taser. Coco came back with neon drinks, no idea the name but it fit the vibe. I took one from her, taking a sip. “Wow.” The strength of the drink was unexpected, making Coco laugh at my reaction. “Fuck, why do you like the sugary ones?” I took another sip, honestly liking it.

Clair dragged me on to the dance floor, Closer by Nine Inch Nails coming on. I laughed as Clar drug her hands down my body, going lower as she smirked up at me. I moved my hips, slip syncing the words. She shot straight up, her finger under my chin. I smirked, raising my chin at her. She laughed, letting me get swept away by someone. The guy wasn’t that attractive, but I danced. 

And then I spotted him, Mark. Of course he’d be here. I sent Lisa a text, since I knew she’d be the only one checking her phone tonight. I saw her in the distance as she read my message, eyes lighting up with slight horror. 

“What’s your deal, cheater?” My voice rang from behind him, his body tensing slightly. “What?” “You’re lucky i let you leave the house unscaved. But didn’t I tell you the next time i saw you, you’d leave with scars?” I smiled, innocently. 

He scoffed, like he had the power here. He was surrounded by women. If I start a fight, Imma make it look pretty. He threw the first punch, like an idiot. He, luckily, hit me in the arm. Why do I say luckily? Because now this fight is self defense. 

I dodged most of his hits, landing more myself. I grabbed my taser, getting him right in the balls with a twisted grin. “Now it’ll hurt when you fuck another woman.” 

I had a bruised jaw, a bloody lip, but I looked hotter than before. The girls ran over to me, mixed reactions. But I didn’t pay attention to them.

A man across the room caught my attention, a small smirk on his lips. He had buzzed hair, his face like a devil with angel eyes. I tilted my head, raising my eyebrow.

Next thing I knew, my dress was hiked up in the bathroom and said man was running his tip through my folds. How it happened? He simply asked to fuck and I said yeah. “I swear to god if you don’t–” My breath hitched when he slammed to the hilt, knocking the air out of me with a moan. “Such a bratty attitude for such a pretty girl.”

I had no time to react, he was moving and I was seeing stars. His dick was long, not super thick but long for sure. He had the hands of an artist, calloused but soft around my neck. He flipped me around, wrapping my legs around his hips so he could rut into me faster, deeper.

I’d never once whimpered during sex, but here I was. I swear I was about to cum, and I’d never cum this fast either. “You close, angel?” I nodded, biting my bottom lip. “‘M on birth control.” He responded by speeding up, pressing his thumb to my clit and rubbing in tight circles.

I was cumming, quick, hard, like a crash. He followed quickly, slipping a note in my bra, handing me a damp paper towel and leaving. After I cleaned myself up and walked out of the restroom, I grabbed the note.

Call me, angel. ***-***-****             -Hyunjin

[nabiracha]

The closet mishap

Based on Mary by Alex g. Or rather my interpretation of the song.

Synopsis: Jisung forms a plan to trap you, but you both end up stoned-which wasn't planned, but getting trapped in the closet was.

Warnings: Drug use, protected sex (yay!!), fingering, forced proximity, Enemy!Jisung to Lover!Jisung, use of baby and y/n.

Enemies. That’s it. Right?

Until you're locked in the closet with Enemy!Jisung, who’s stoned. You’re stoned too, which might have started the heavy breathing. Or not.

Maybe it was the grinding of his hips. Or your mind drifting to thoughts of late nights when Jisungs name slipped past your lips.

Enemy!Jisung who thinks you have the prettiest red lips. He tells his closest friends “Y/n is the girl that I wanna kiss, big brown eyes and big red lips. She wears this leather jacket. And she smokes too.” He speaks dreamily, eyes focused on you across the room.

But you hate his guts. Why? Because he’s so stupidly stupid and you find it absolutely adorable with his pouty lips and broad shoulders. And you hate that the thought of him is the only one you can get off on.

“Y/n’s the girl that’ll let you rot, ghost you for weeks just to come back.” Enemy!Jisung doesn’t listen to his friend, Hyunjin. So when Felix says he’ll get them stuck in a closet together at Chan’s upcoming party, Jisung is more than happy to say yes.

Oh, how Hyunjin would be wrong.

You nor Enemy!Jisung knew when it happened, blaming it on the weed, when you started kissing. His hands traveled lower and lower, stopping below your skirt just to travel higher.

Enemy!Jisung who slurs his words, “Can I? Please.” and doesn’t hesitate to take your panties off when he gets the okay.

Enemy!Jisung who wastes no time finding your folds, using his other hand to hold you leg up on his hip. His finger’s, two of them, push in with no resistance. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You who can’t keep quiet, Jisung’s thumb rubbing lazy circles as his fingers pump in and out without stopping till you come.

Enemy!Jisung who wastes no time in pulling his pants and boxers down around his thighs to roll a condom on. 

Lover!Jisung who whimpers, “I love you,” Before thrusting in harshly. “I love yo-” Your words cut off by a harsh moan.

Lover!Jisung who doesn’t slow his pace, starting off brutal and quick.

Maybe it is the weed, or maybe he’s been waiting so long. 

Lover!Jisung can only hold out so long, hips stilling with your name on his lips as he cums. You happened to as well, moaning softly as you chased his lips for a kiss.

Lover!Jisung who mumbles against your lip, “Be my girlfriend?” Shyly, despite his earlier actions and the fact he’s rolling the condom off to throw it at the bottom of Hyunjin’s closet.

Lover!Jisung who stuffed your panties in his pocket. “Yes,” You smile brightly.

Lover!Jisung who gets hit on the arm when he opens the door. “It was unlocked that whole time!?” And he just laughs, “Sorry, baby, had to get you someway.”

[nabiracha]

This is o goooood, I love the idea so much!

Just You and Me

fem*Reader x Bang Chan

*WARNING

contains: Teasing, trapped ( Chan and reader are kinda kidnapped), kidnapped!, slight force spaced, squirting, fingering, humping, over-clothes stimulation, nicknames, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don't), I'm sure I missed something, let me know in the comments.

prompt: Fuck or die you have 48 hrs to complete the challenge- “Okay, fine, lets do of this then” “Whoa, I might be a fan, but I don’t know you” - “Can we start over…. And maybe we can save each other lives?”

WC: 4.1k

***

You felt the suffocating weight of a bag over your head, darkness, and cold wrapping around you like a shroud. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as the icy air seeped into your bones. Then, with a sudden yank, the bag was ripped away, blinding light assaulting your eyes. 

As your vision cleared, dread washed over you. Just a few feet away, there was another figure chained to the floor — The one, the only, Bang Chan, fear etched across his beautiful face. Panic surged through you. Why is he here? And more importantly, where the hell are we?

“What the hell is going on?” Chan roared, his voice echoing with desperation as he struggled against the unforgiving metal cuffs. The sound bounced off the sterile, white walls, amplifying the terror in the air.

Then, a chilling click resonated from above. Your heart raced as your gaze darted to the speakers embedded in the ceiling. A sinister voice slithered through the darkness, dripping with malice. “It’s simple. Play my game, and you both might just live to see another day—along with a bucket full of money.”

“What’s the game?” You dared to ask, your voice trembling, uncertainty creeping in like a slow poison.

“Sleep with each other. Pleasure each other. If you both survive the night, you’ll walk out of here with more than just your lives. You’ll walk out with $5 million.” The voice loomed from the speakers above, blunt and final.  

5 million dollars was on the line, and the thought of it sent a rush of temptation through your veins. 5 million dollars could help you pay off debts, fulfill dreams, and secure a future that felt increasingly uncertain, but there was no way you’d stoop that low; your pride wouldn’t let you. 

“Piss off, go get your porno somewhere else,” you screamed.

“Fine, wanna play, fuck him or die. Your choice,” and the click you heard told you he wasn’t playing anymore. 

Suddenly, the chains unclasp, and you scramble to your feet. You rub your wrists; the lingering sting from the metal reminds you of how vulnerable you are. A sense of panic bubbles within you, clawing at your insides.

“I’m Chris,” he says. His voice is so soft, it’s like velvet, caressing your ears, yet it sends a shiver down your spine at the same time. The thick accent wraps around you, igniting something deep within—was it fear or something more? You feel an overwhelming urge to flee, but where could you go?

“I know,” is all you can muster, your throat tightening as you speak. Your heart races, and in that moment, you realize the implications of your words. What did it mean to know him? You avert your gaze, refusing to let him see the conflict swirling inside you.

“Seen me on the news, I take it?” He rubs his own raw wrists, and your eyes dart to the marks, an echo of your own pain. But you can’t afford to feel sorry for him, not when your own fears loom so large. 

“No, I'm—” Hesitation grips you. “I’m a Stay,” you finally blurt out, your voice steadier than you feel. His eyes widen, surprise etched on his face, and for a fleeting moment, every instinct screams at you to run. “Well, don’t act too surprised,” the tone of your voice shifting subtly.

“No- I just- well I mean- what are the odds?” he stumbles. If it wasn’t for the situation your both in, or the rawness of your skin, or even the coldness of the room, you might have found his flustered state cute. Your lying to yourself. You still found it cute. 

A silent moment passed by. “I think it’s just best if we get this over with.” 

You take two steps back, holding your hand up, acting as a defense. “Whoa, whoa, I might be a fan, but I don’t know you.” 

“Sorry sorry” Chan takes a few steps back. You hold your arms, panic still coursing through your veins. 

“Can we start over? And maybe save our lives in the process?” 

——-

Moments passed. You couldn’t tell if it was an hour or two. The voice didn’t come back, and the lights never dwindled. You couldn’t tell if it was light or dark outside. 

The boredom caught up with you two. It led you to play games to pass the unforgiving time. 20 questions. 

“What’s your favorite color?” Chan asked, a pout on his lips. 

“Maroon” you answered bluntly, from across the room. You knees meeting your chest. “Favorite place to eat?” you shot back. 

“A small tteokbokki mom-and-pop shop in the subway, Sinchon” he shoots back. 

You both go back and forth for a little while until you ask. “What do you want with the money? Don’t you get paid enough?” It wasn’t meant to be an insult or a passive-aggressive comment. But a genuine question.

“Contrary to popular belief, celebrities don’t get paid as much as you might think.” He shifts his gaze to his hands, and his shoulders slump. “You're a Stay, so I assume you know our story—my story,” he corrects himself. “We fight so hard, tooth and nail, every single day, and yet they still want more. It’s a miracle we get all our work done sober, let alone on time.” He chuckles softly to himself. Despite the somberness of his words, a small smile tugs at his lips, and a sparkle shines in his eyes. Even though the life he chose is challenging, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Why don’t you want to sleep with me?” his next question. 

A deep pit hits your stomach. It's not that you don't want to sleep with him. You’d be rich if you 

got a nickel for every time you thought about Chan in a…certain way. But, it was more than just wanting to jump his bones. Yes, he was attractive, yes,  anyone in their right mind would want to see this beautiful man naked, but he was still a person that you didn’t know - he was still a man who was very capable of taking advantage of you. 

You couldn't meet his intense gaze, heat flooding your cheeks under the weight of his stare. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” you admit your voice barely above a whisper, a hint of vulnerability lacing your words. 

A playful smirk dances on his lips, and you can feel the tension crackling in the air, but he remains rooted in his spot, a teasing distance between you. 

“I just don’t know you. For all I know, you could be a total asshole behind the camera,” you challenge.

“Do you still think that?” he asks, a teasing lightness in his voice. He’s right—while you’ve traded innocent questions, each answer from him has been honest. He could’ve revealed his darker side, but all he showed was the kind, funny guy you admired. 

“No” you didn’t recognize your own voice. It came out raspy. Hushed. The situation you were both in dwindled a bit. The fear almost drained from your veins and was replaced by something else. 

“Your turn” he says, a new darkness in his eyes. “Can I ask you something a little more personal?” you venture, locking your gaze with his. He shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes, encouraging you to continue. “Have you ever… slept with anyone?”

He lets out a hearty laugh, his confidence radiating through the small room. “Of course, I’ve slept with someone. I’m not a virgin.”

“What?! I just had to know,” you reply, your laughter mixing with his, a warm smile spreading across your face. “I’m surprised they don’t keep you idols under tighter wraps.” You tease, feeling the tension in the air shift, your muscles relaxing.

The laughter flows freely between you, bubbling the small room. Then, he leans in, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Can I ask you a personal question?” he murmurs, his tone low and inviting.

“Sure,” you reply, your heart racing a little as you shrug nonchalantly, intrigued by where this might lead.

“When was the last time you had sex” he finally said the word. Neither one of you dared to say it until now. 

Your entire body ignited with warmth. “It’s been a while,” you confess, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. His brows lift playfully, and you roll your eyes, trying to play it cool. “Okay, okay. It’s been at least…” you hesitate, choosing your words with care, “at least a year and a half.” You hide your face in your hands, your heart racing.

You hear a low chuckle escape him. “Wow.”

“Don’t be mean,” you retort, slowly removing your hands to reveal your flushed face. He lifts his hands in mock surrender.

“I’m not! Honestly, I’m no better—it’s been a whole two years since I kissed a girl, let alone slept with one. I’m just surprised, that’s all. You’re really beautiful; I expected you to have a boyfriend or something.” His eyes widen with curiosity. “Do you… have a boyfriend?”

You laugh, the sound light and airy, as the unexpected question tumbles from his lips. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend… or anyone, really.” your smile lingers a moment. 

“Can- can I move closer?” His voice sounds soft and gentle. You nod your head slightly, tightening your grip on your knees. Chris gets up and walks over to your side of the room. He sits down next to you, leaving a good two feet of space between your bodies. You will your heart to slow as his cologne fills your senses. He smells like a breath of fresh air; your whole body craves another whiff, wanting to be enveloped in his scent. 

You feel your core clench around nothing, the thought of Chris against you, skin against skin, your two breathing mingling with each other. “Thinking of something?” he asks, a cocky smirk tugging his lips. 

You feel warmth radiating from your neck to your chest, and surely all across your face. "N-no, nothing," you say….convincingly enough. 

A teasing laugh bubbles out of him. “Your turn” he turns his head to you, and you keep your head straight trying to ignore his piercing stare. But you feel him watching your every breath, tracing every rise and fall of your chest as you breathe heavily, the way your lip teases its way back and forth from between your teeth, igniting a warmth that spreads like wildfire through your body.

 “Um,” you stammer, your eyes darting around, momentarily lost in the moment. “Why isn’t this freaking you out?” The rasp in your voice reveals the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. “Aren’t you scared they’re recording us?” 

A sly smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “I could choose to be scared,” he says, his voice low and sultry as he leans in closer. His hand finds your jaw, gently guiding your face to meet his gaze. “Or I could forget the details and lose myself in the pretty woman in front of me.” With that, the space between you evaporates, charged and electric, the tension practically begging to be released.

Your lips part, and your eyes dart between his eyes and his lips, the space inching closer and closer. His hand on your jaw slowly glides down to your neck, not demanding, not dominating, not tightly, but enough to send bolts of pleasure coursing through you, enough to have you begging him to touch you more. 

His gentle fingers, warm and delicate, glide around your neck, softly brushing against your skin. You know he feels your heart racing, pulsing rapidly just beneath his fingertips. Your mouth dries, and the dampness between your legs makes you rub them together. “Y/N. Can I kiss you?” he asks, his breath ghosting your lips. 

You don’t answer him, not verbally at least, instead, you lean in that extra inch and connect your lips with his. His touch, yet gentle, is nothing compared to the way he kisses. It's charged, confident. He kisses like its the last kiss he’ll ever have. Savoring every gasp, every moan, every movment of your lips against his. 

His other hand snakes around your waist, silently asking for you to climb on top of him. And you oblige wordlessly, swinging one leg around him so your legs are wrapped around his waist, your arms taking purchase wrapped around his neck. “Fuck you taste so sweet,” he says between breaths of air, but he refuses to leave your lips longer than a second. One of your fists grips his shirt, grounding yourself before you let yourself fall completely victim to his touch, the other tangles into his hair, gently pulling at his roots. He grunts in approval urging you on. 

“W-wait” you push him back. The sight before you leaves you momentarily breathless. His hair is tousled, tangled strands falling alluringly over his forehead, it makes your insides clench and a shiver run down your spine. His lips, visibly red and slightly swollen, His eyes, wide and shimmering with adrenaline. 

His hands, restless and eager, seem to ache for your skin to bridge the distance that feels electric between you. Yet he holds back, a silent plea in his gaze, waiting for a signal—a tentative nod, a whispered word—to close the gap and unleash the storm brewing between you.

You force yourself to look away, your eyes darting around the room where you're both trapped. Still clean, white, and locked. No mirrors. No cameras. No windows. They must have something; they must be watching—panic surges through you. “Hey, hey," Chris cups your jaw again, bringing you back to him. The room fades away; the only sight you focus on is his coffee-stained eyes. "It's just you and me." He connects his forehead with yours, and your breaths intertwine, “just you. And me." You breathe him in deeply, his warmth calming your anxiety like a wave gently crashing on the shore.

You angle your head slightly to capture his lips once more. But this kiss isn’t like the one you both shared only moments ago. This one is gentle, slow, and deliberate. He matches that same intensity, his arms hugging your body close to him. You feel his heartbeat against your chest; it’s rapid. 

You wiggle your hips against him, getting into a more comfortable position against his lap, but a deep guttural moan rips out of his chest. And thats when you feel it. The large, prominent bulge pressing against you. You gasp against his lips, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. His eyes plead with a blend of embarrassment and desire. 

You bite your lip, and a sultry smirk spreads wide across your face. You rock against his middle, the tent in his pants only growing and hardening. He shuts his eyes tightly, and his face twists as he tries hard to focus and avoid losing control. A wicked idea forms in your mind; you push your body down against him, the leggings you're wearing thin and tight enough that he can feel your wetness between your legs. You rub yourself against him, pushing and rocking slightly, teasingly. 

A deep, heavy sigh escapes him as he instinctively tilts his head, baring his neck to you. You seize the moment, leaning in closer as your lips gently meet his skin. With each kiss, you leave delicate, lingering marks.

His hands seize your waist, begging you. You're not sure if they're begging you to slow down or speed up, but nonetheless, you don’t stop.  “Fuck” he moans. 

You lean back, not stopping your hips, as he meets your stare once again. His eyes, their usual coffee-stained manner, were now replaced by something darker, something exciting. His hand comes back to grip the side of your neck, bringing your lips against his once again before he fully takes control. With swift, easy movement, he lifts you up slightly only to set you down against the tile floor. His middle connects with yours, your legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. His kisses turn rugged as he leaves your lips to trail his lips lower down your body. 

“All this needs to go” he gestures to your still-clothed body. 

You smir,k and a small laugh bubbles out of you. You lean up slightly and tug your shirt over your head. You slide out of his reach, only for a moment, to also pull your leggings down your body. Leaving you in just a sports bra and soaked panties. “Your turn, hot shot.” 

He pokes his tongue to the side of his cheek while he maneuvers his shirt over his head and stands to rip his pants off his legs. You stare at his muscled, toned body, each ridge and muscle defined, looking at you like it's a meal. You swallow lightly as your eyes trail southward to the tent in his boxers, taunting you. He sees your stare and pulls down his boxers. 

You gulp at the sher size of him. Is he even gonna fit, you think? He practically sees the worry written on your face when he laughs and moves to lean down on top of you again. “Scared you can’t take me, babygirl?” his hands dance along your skin, and your legs spread wider. 

His fingers leave goosebumps along your skin. He trails them lower…lower…until they tease around the apex of your legs. “You can take me, princess. I know you can,” he whispers against your ear. He hooks his pointer finger around the middle of your panties, pulling them down with a force that makes you shiver against him. His fingers immediately go back to playing with your folds teasingly, refusing to give you exactly what you need, not yet. 

The whine that leaves you is completely foreign to you; you’ve never been much of a beggar in bed, but something about Chan makes you want to get on your knees for him. “Tell me, baby. Want do you want?” his voice breathes against the shell of your ear, as his fingers play with your thrumming bud, only to go back to circling your entrance. 

“Please, please, I need it. I need you,” you beg. 

“Ah, ah, ah. I need details. You have me, princess. What do you want me to do?” the bastard teases. 

A mix of a moan and a groan leaves you. “Chris, please.” you hesitate for a moment. “Please make me cum” 

He kisses the shell of your ear, and you feel two fingers plunge into your walls, curling upward. You gasp into the air, and he swallows that gasp with a kiss. He keeps a steady, relentless pace with his fingers, not too fast, but not slow either. He pushes his fingers deep inside you, moving his body in tandem with them, keeping them curled. He swallows every moan that ripples out of you, and your hand grips him so tight you think you might draw blood. 

He removes his hands, spreading the gathered wetness around your folds. A whine rips out of you from the loss, but he kisses you gently, leaning his forehead against yours. “Please, please,” you beg. You don’t even know what you begging for, whether it be to cum, or for him to finally take you as he pleases. 

“I know baby,” a kiss to your forehead, “it's coming, I promise.” he enters his fingers back in you, quickening his pace this time. Your back arched,s and your head tilts back. Your whole body starts to move with his thrusts, and you feel that all too familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach. The tightness in you is familiar but slightly stranger. You actually think you might pee, “w-wait I think I’m gonna-” 

“Shhh,” he kisses your forehead again. This is wrong, it doesn't feel like a normal orgasm, it- it feels-

But pleasure sends you reeling, a silent scream shakes your bod,y and your arms cling to him. His fingers don’t stop, letting your whole body ride out your orgasm until you whine from overstimulation. Your body glistens with sweat. Every breath leaves you breathless. 

Chan's cocky laugh makes you open your eyes. He leans up, balancing on the heels of his feet while you prop yourself up on your elbows.  “Holy shit,” you gasp. Wetness… your wetness shines on his body. Evidence of your pleasure dripped on every sculpted muscle on his chest. “I’ve never…squirted…before” 

“I could tell,” he says, his voice dark and a smile wide. 

You gulp, the sight making that first wave of pleasure seem like a warm-up. Embarrassment covers your cheek, “hey,” he leans back down, “It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You sigh when the tip of him slips against your sensitive bud. His face twists, and a small grunt leaves. 

Pants and quick breaths fill the empty air of the room. Chan looks down where the two of you dare to connect, his hips rock against your heated core, only skimming your folds but never entering, your wetness coating him. 

“Chris,” you breathed, his name a plea on your tongue. Your core clenched once again, nothing to grip onto. 

Your hand slid to the side of his hip as he angled himself at your entrance. Your other hand went up to his jaw, guiding him to see you. His breathing went uneven as he carefully slid deeper into you. At the first nudge of him, your body went taunt and surged to claim his mouth with your own. Your tongue ran over his bottom lip, and he dominated your mouth with urgency. You swallowed the low groan of pleasure as his hips rolled in gentle, slow thrusts. 

The feeling of your tight walls engulfing him left him gasping for air. But once Chan paused at the hilt, once he let you feel the fullness of him, you actually thought you might explode. You thought you could combust from the sheer desire that swept through you. 

Beyond words, beyond little gasps of breath and small whimper of pleasure, your hips moved against him, urging him deeper, harder. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckled. 

You answered with a small whine. You clenched around him. His body became rigid like lightning coursing through it. “Do that again and see what happens princess,” he threatened. The darkness in his voice sent a sudden heat shooting through you…. You clenched harder than ever before. Chan groans loudly, almost like he’s in pain, but the smile on his lips says otherwise. 

You weren’t entirely prepared when Chan’s thrusts became crushing. Each thrust made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your whole body move inched further on the tile floor. His pace was timed, but his thrusts were deep, making each one count. The noises that left your throat were pure animalist, pure lust. 

Sweat shines on his forehead, and his pace quickly becomes rushed, those same deep thrusts turning matched with a relentless pace. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix, it made you see stars. “Are you gonna cum babygirl? Are you gonna cum for me” Each statement paired with a deep thrust makes you cling to him for dear life? Words are lost in the back of your throat. “Fuck” Chan grunts, “cum for me princess.”

As if it were a command, your whole body freezes, and you moan out his name loudly, your mind a puddle of pleasure. 

His hips rock into you two more times before he freezes; you can feel him twitch and throb inside your walls. He collapses beside you, pulling out in the process. Beats of silence follow, and after another breath, you both look at each other. And you laugh. The bubble of laughter fills the air along with your heavy breaths. 

A hollow click slices through the silence, echoing off the walls and setting your nerves on edge. Unlike the familiar sound of the speakers crackling to life, this noise is far more substantial, a heavy, industrial thud that reverberates in your chest. Suddenly, the door at the front of the room disengages with a groan, its old metal latch giving way as it inches open, revealing shadows beyond. 

A chill sweeps through the space as anticipation thickens the air. You turn to your companions, your hearts racing in unison. Chan catches your eye, his smile glowing with warmth that cuts through the tension like sunlight piercing through clouds. “Together?”

**************

@multi-fandommaniac

AN: I'm not sure how happy I am with how this turned out in the end....let me know. Also, let me know in the comments who you want to see more of or if you all want to see more fluff? more smut? longer stories? Shorter ones, etc? Love yall!

part 2?

[nabiracha]

Magic? Since when?!

I got inspo randomly and decided to write this. Hope you like it ;)

Synopsis: Your movie turned out to be a movie-well, a long time after you found Jeongin with one of your charms. Your secret was out, and now he was fucked. Twice, because he's an idiot and a clutz. Well, three times.

Warnings: Magic, Unprotected sex, dirty talk kind of, uhh...kind of desperate!Jeongin...Yeah I missed a lot.

Jeongin had always followed me around like a puppy, my best friend. We’d known each other for years, since we were around 6. They call those the “innocent” years, but I was never innocent. In kindergarten, I was drawing things in the mud. Things I didn’t know the meaning of. But they came to me, just like they do now. 

Sings, symbols, witchcraft, they said it was just my “imagination.” They weren’t wrong, at that age it was my imagination. The day Jeongin met me was the day my nails dug into another little boy's arm and ripped his flesh as much as a 6 year old kid, which wasn’t much. I had gotten angry at the boy because he was bullying Jeongin, calling him scary. “I love scary things!” I had protested, mispronouncing some words as all 6 year olds did. 

That was the day Jeongin became my best friend, even if I scared him sometimes. It’s like he saw the light inside me that nobody else saw hidden behind my darkness. But we weren’t six anymore, and my drawings weren’t just my imagination. They were real, conjuring up things no one would believe. I, myself, hadn’t believed it at first; when the paper came to life,and my origami tiger leapt around the table. 

I had started off small, but at one point…I got more in depth, more in tune with whatever I possessed. I had learned to do simple things without drawings or speaking, just a simple thought and it was done. Like making the remote come to me from across the room, or summoning a towel, or even just conversing with the animals in my backyard.

But I did this when I was alone, never letting myself slip up. Until I did. It was unexpected, unplanned, when my magic was set off. And I don’t think I meant to do it, because I hadcast something I had only learnt once, and now…

—🔹—🔹——🔹—🔹——🔹—🔹——🔹—🔹——🔹—🔹——🔹—🔹—

Jeongin and I planned to have a movie night tonight, like we always did on Saturdays when he had the most time off during his hectic schedule. He was an idol, so no one except his managers and members knew I existed in his life. 

“Did you get the mint chocolate chip ice cream?” I stared down my nose, somehow, at the taller man with a sharp glare after I had went through the snack bag and found no signs of my favorite ice cream. Jeongin shared the same glare, but it was playful. I broke character, laughing slightly as he grinned. “My bad, bunny.” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. 

I brushed him off, telling him I’d go get it. And after searching for thirty minutes and three stores, and about fifteen “why the hell didn’t stores around here carry my ice cream?” complaints, I found it. I was happy, while I drove back to my apartment. Until i smelt it.

Black sulfur. Magic, my magic. I ran inside as fast as i could, ice cream left on the stairs. When the door bust open, Jeongin stood frozen, a charm in his hand. “No-!” It was too late, my hand stretching out and a white zap traveling from my palm to his in under a millisecond. 

At first, nothing happened. Nothing should have happened, because I hadn’t meant to cast anything. But fate always had a way of fucking me over, whether it was making me dream about my best friend in inappropriate ways, or catching glimpses of things I shouldnt have, getting stuck in places I shouldn’t, raining on days I wished it hadn’t…and now. Jeongin hadn’t noticed it, but I did. 

He had…ears…and a tail. Not just any ears, fox ears. And a tail matching the same brown-orange color. My eyes were wide, frozen. First of all, no one knew I did any kind of magic. Second, that was the most powerful spell I had ever cast and it wasn’t even on purpose. And third, it was my best friend I had cast that spell on…

My best friend, an idol, who goes out in public so much his fans would be able to tell you his daily routine, the size of shit, and how long he pissed. STAYS were that incredibly scary kind of geniuses. One time, they had hacked an entire website because they had done Stray Kids dirty. “Shit.” I muttered.

To say I had royaly fucked up was an under statement. Jeongin was freaking the fuck out, while also thinking it was the coolest thing ever, but mostly freaking the fuck out. “Oh my god! Chan’s gonna kill me. And then you!” He pointed at me, who was currently sitting on the couch with a guilty look. “I am so fucking mad.” He grumbled, burying his face in his hands when he sat down on the couch with his elbows on his knees. 

I gulped, not knowing whether to be silent or comfort him. “I’m gonna kill you before he does.” Okay, be silent it is. Jeongin side-eyed me, but it wasn’t playful. If looks could kill, I’d have died more than size times in the past thirty minutes. “Look-” “No, shut it.” He interrupted me, holding his hand up. “I should fucking punish you.” I didn't know if that was sexual, because he had mumbled it, but my body took it that way. 

My cheeks had flushed slightly at the comment, looking away. Jeongin lifted his head from his hands, staring me down as I looked anywhere but him. Wow, the ceiling is so interesting… “Y/n.” Yeah, I was in deep shit. He used my name, not my nickname. I gulped, refusing to make eye-contact even after he demanded I did. 

I yelped when his hand met my throat, squeezing enough to make me a little light headed but not enough to cut off the airflow. “When the hell did you learn to do magic or whatever the fuck it is you did to me, and why didn’t you tell me?” His gaze had changed a fraction, like something akin to hurt.

“I hadn’t learned to control it yet–” “Obviously.” I gave him a glare when he interrupted me, a look that said “Let me finish, asshat.” and he shut up. “Plus, would you have believed me if I had outright said “Oh, hey, by the way, I can do magic.” He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “I’d have asked you to prove it.” “Exactly. Which is why I was trying to control it better before telling anyone–” “Wait, so no one knows except me?” I glared at him for interrupting me again before nodding. “As I was saying,” I let out an exaggerated sigh, giving him attitude and receiving a look from him because of it.

“You picked up a bad charm, it’s why I had freaked out and did whatever this is,” I moved my hand, motioning to him. His tail, which still freaked me out, twitched as did his ears. “We have to find out a way to undo it.”

—🔹—🔹—

Chan had taken the bait, well, not that it wasn’t true. Jeongin came up with the smart idea for me to dislocate his shoulder and pop it back in. I had told him it was stupid, but after near an hour of him begging, I gave in. He screamed like a fucking baby, as expected, but was fine after a few days. He was now staying at my house while I figured out how to undo whatever I had done to him. 

“No, Jeongin, put that down. I swear, you're like a little kid.” He put the purple charm down, not before spilling the red potion on himself. I gasped, he yelped, and I gasped again at his pupils dilating. “You are such an idiot!” I cursed him, before noticing the growing bulge in his pants and the wagging of his tail. 

“B-bunny? What the hell was that?” His voice sounded strained, and I could feel my underwear sticking to myself. See what I mean when I say fate was cruel? “I told you not to touch anything and you split a fucking aphrodisiac on yourself.” I groaned, running my hand down my face. Now, we're in worse than before. “Fuck.” He cursed, pupils fully blown. “You smell so good, y/n.”

My core ached at just his words. Sometimes, he would say something so innocent but my body would take it the wrong way, and now, he was saying something dirty and it made it worse. “Stop. Go take a shower.” He knew he was being dumb, so he listened. No matter how much either of us wanted it, we couldn’t. He was my best friend, an Idol, and someone who I am so attracted to it’s unbelievable.

It’s why I hadn’t dated since high school, because Jeongin was now the name that rolled off my tongue late into the night when no one else was around. His body was now the one I imagined press against mine, bending me over the couch and fucking me till I couldn’t handle it anymore.

And now I was turning it down.

Jeongin came out an hour later, no better than he was when he went in the shower. We tried to focus on the task at hand–finding out how to undo the first spell. But Jeongin kept adjusting himself, trying to hide the fact he was palming himself under the blanket. “Hey, wait, look.” He leaned over my shoulder to look at the old, worn-down book. 

I could feel his warm breath on my neck, labored and shallow. He had barely made a peep in the last thirty minutes, and I understood why. “Bunny, please,” He rested his head on my shoulder, pressing a kiss to it. “It hurts. Please, fix it.” My breath hitched, a new wave of arousal pooling in my lower abdomen. “I can smell you, bunny. Smell your desire.” He whispered, peppering kisses up to my jawline. 

My breath hitched, and I didn’t stop him when he pushed me onto my back, undoing the spell long forgotten. His eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed. I had the same look, although not as gone as him. “Jeongin…” I whispered his name. “Are you sure…you wont regret this?” 

He paused for a moment before laughing slightly. “You know, I’ve thought about this before. Taking you like I want. Claiming you as mine.” My breath hitched again, eyes widening slightly. He didn’t give me time to respond, pressing a kiss to my mouth. I knew he wanted to take his time, as did I. But we had a problem to fix, so he wasted no time in shredding both our clothes off. “Need to taste you, bunny. See if you taste as good as you smell.” My eyes fluttered, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as his lips traveled downwards till he reached just above where i wanted him the most.

I gasped, his jerking up slightly when he licked my clit. He held my hips down with one hand, his arm sprawled across me as he moaned at the taste, muttering about how he “wished he had done this sooner.” And I was moaning, back arching to meet him.

His tongue lapped up everything I had to give, bringing me close to the edge quicker than I ever had before. But he didn’t let me, pulling away right before my orgasm. I whined, but he interrupted me before I could complain by rubbing his tip against my entrance. “You can cum on my cock baby, gotta feel it.”

I whimpered slightly when his tip broke through, although he was met with little resistance. I was wet, and I wasn’t the one who took the aphrodisiac. “Fuck, bunny. You’re so warm, wet, tight. You take my cock so well. Like you were made for me.” He mumbled, more to himself than me. 

He thrusted all the way in, giving me no time to adjust before setting a brutal pace. “Sorry, baby. I’ll take my time next time.” I whispered, burying his face in my neck. Next time?

I was moaning, legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed under my knees, moving my knees to rest on his shoulder. My moans were turning into screams, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Feels so good, so big…” I mumbled. “Yeah? Making you feel good baby?” I nodded, whimpering. 

“Gonna cum?” Fuck, was I. I was so close, and I knew when it happened, I’d be ruined for any other guy. He moved his hand, thumb pressing against my clit in tight circles. “Cum for me, bunny.” His tail brushed against my leg, his hips faltering as i came with a moan-like scream, back arching as his name slipped past my lips.

He wasn’t far behind, a few more thrusts and he was spilling himself inside me. I moaned softly at the feeling, legs twitching. He pulled out, rubbing my inner thighs gently. “Just so you know, you’re my girlfriend.” I sputtered at him, blinking rapidly. I nodded, “Okay, yeah.” I laughed, “Didn’t even ask,” He grinned sheepishly.

“Really?” He was still hard. “What? It’s not–okay, it is my fault but it’s also your fault for having the stupid potion out!” I rolled my eyes, a grin on my face as he pressed his lips to mine. 

“Take what you need.” And that he did.

[nabiracha]

Chapter 2: Sasaeng or idol?

Y'all, my nose is fucking killing me. I'm trying to speed it up to where they meet finally, but i also have to add details so it's not a crappy story. Don't hate me :) I'm getting five hours of sleep after this....

Synopsis: Y/n reblogs something and chan comments. They finally make a move, even though it's not on her.

Warnings: Stalking, creepy behavior, idk.

A few weeks earlier…

“No, sunbaenim.” I roll my eyes, pressing the elevator button. I was going back to the dorm when one of my manager's called, asking for me to send him some money. I assumed it was for drink’s based off the sounds I could hear in the background. It sounded like a bar. “Don’t be a brat, y/n.” He slurred, only further proving my point.

The elevator dinged, signaling it was here and giving me an excuse to hang up. “I have to go, sunbaenim. Sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, obviously. Who would be? I entered the elevator as the door’s opened, my head hung low when I saw that there were other people in the elevator. It was only about four people, but still. I tended to avoid person-to-person contact when it wasn’t necessary. 

I bowed out of respect though, of course. They had bowed back and muttered small ‘hellos’ when I was finally in the elevator. My phone pinged, lighting up my lockscreen. I hadn’t realized they could see my phone. So I unlocked it, revealing my very…questionable lockscreen. It was me, wearing a baby pink collar. I thought I had looked good in it, so I made that my homescreen. It wasn’t sexual, just a little odd.

Maybe that’s the moment Chan had decided she was who he wanted. Maybe that’s when he decided that he’d go to extreme lengths just to get her. Or maybe it was another time.

—🔹—🔹—

“Yeah, yeah.” I nod, listening to Nina speak. She had signed an NDA with a fan, but he was a creep so she didn’t follow through. “He tried to sneak cameras into my dorm, when I brought him back.” I shook my head at the insanity. It wasn’t uncommon for fans, or rather sasaengs, to be creepy or obsessive. 

I was a book person, I loved to read and write. But being a book person came with some odd things. Like new discovered kinks. Like this one, stalking. It was something most people thought wrong, but to me, there were conditions. If I liked them, it wasn’t wrong. Or if it wasn’t to spread information about me to the public, or to harm me, I couldn’t care less. Sure, it was creepy, but if I wasn't being harmed, who cared?

“You told the managers, no?” I spoke english with Nina often, considering that was a language we both spoke fluently along with korean. She nodded, “Yeah, he got arrested.” 

I hummed, muttering a ‘good’ before standing up. “Practice is over, we should head back to our dorms. She followed me out of the room, up the stairs, and onto the eighth floor. I passed two people but didn’t bother looking, even as I felt their stairs linger. Everything had been going great, we ordered dinner, I got time on my phone, Hee-min got to take a nap. Na-yang got to do whatever the hell it is she does, and Nina got to bake.

I was scrolling through tumblr when I came across a Stray Kids fic. It piqued my interest, as it was about a teacher and his student. I reblogged it, the main focus of the fic being the leader; Bang Chan. I’d seen him in the passings, made eye-contact with him in the elevator a few weeks ago–Wait, why did I remember that? I make eye-contact with people all the time.

Chan was a wolf hybrid, and he smelled like pine. He radiated this gentle, commanding aura about him. He was attractive, as were all Stray kids members. 

I had started to doze off when my phone pinged. “Thinking about me, huh?” I clicked on the account immediately, eyebrows furrowing. It was the same account that had followed me the other day, odd. Maybe they were trying to be Chan, act like him. It couldn’t really be him, right?

—🔹—🔹——🔹—🔹——🔹—🔹——🔹—🔹——🔹—🔹—

Chan got the notification that she reblogged, as did everyone else. And he commented. No reaction from her. 

It had been about two weeks, her group now on tour. So they made their way to her dorm room, Seungmin picking the lock. Felix was the most unsure about this, but he didn’t care.

Cameras. That’s what they were putting in her room. First, he had the obsession, now the other boys. She was mine. Well, ours. She just didn’t know it yet. 

They snuck into her dorm room, on the eighth floor. Her group was currently on tour, so they’d be gone for awhile. Her managers went with her, so they didn’t have to worry about getting caught. Most people believed it would be sasaengs putting cameras in an Idol’s dorm room, but this time…It was Idols. 

“Jeongin, that’s too obvious.” Chan scolded the youngest, his eyes soft but his voice annoyed. He glared slightly, his orange fluffy ears flicking with irritation. “You place it then.” He huffed, shoving the tiny camera in my chest. The eldest rolled my eyes but didn’t respond. They spoiled the maknae too much, they knew that. He hid the tiny camera in her fake plant. 

“Knew she seemed like the type to have a shit ton of stuffed animals.” Seungmin mumbled, picking up a teddy bear that conveniently had a tiny hole in it. He placed another tiny camera in the hole, making sure they could see through the camera clearly after. Hyunjin nodded, eyes scanning her bedroom. Pink, white, cream colors, stuffed animals, shit ton of blankets and that sweet, sweet scent of peaches…

Taglist:

@deadpool15 @4ng3l-ch1ld @luvvvash @hpnsfwaddict

[nabiracha]

If you like my stuff, or anything related to fantasy or Hybrids or stuff, this is the fic for you. Literally, if this fic was food, I'd have eaten it whole, no crumbs left. Waiting for more chapters... :)))

Give me your TMI Masterlist

��˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Yang Jeongin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; In a world where Humans and Hybrids should be living as equals, Hybrids are still viewed as being closer to their animalistic side than their humanistic. Deep in the woods lives a band of misfit hybrids who reject these societal views and keep to themselves, choosing to live away from humans. What happens when the youngest of this rogue group meets a lost Human girl, befriending her after an incident where he must rely on her for help?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; hybrid!au, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, mentions of starvation (not purposeful but due to lack of food), she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime fruits basket~

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 1

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 2

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 3

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 4

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 5

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 6

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 7

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 8

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 9

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 10

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 11

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 12

₊˚⊹ᰔ Chapter 13

more to come…

[nabiracha]

Nabiracha's masterlist

This is an 18+ blog, MDNI!!! I do a lot of fantasy fanfics as that's what I enjoy writing! My DM's are open for request/suggestions or just to talk. :)

Ot8 Fanfic

Sasaeng or Idol?

Synopsis: You thought that maybe it was sasaeng being creepy, but what it really was? You weren't prepared.

Better or worse

Synopsis: Married off to the King of WolfGang kingdom under your nose; The princess of the Antarctic kingdom, now wed to the king of Wolfgang for a truce.

Set the world on fire

Synopsis: The apocalypse destroys your world, but it might be better than you expected. Especially with eight new...friends? Maybe they're more.

Bang Chan:

Teacher, Teacher

Synopsis: Getting in trouble with in class might have to happen more often...

Lee Minho:

The Prince

Synopsis: Minho's your stalker, but you don't seem to mind. Even if he is the prince.

Seo Changbin:

Nothing yet...

Hwang Hyunjin:

Bathroom Secrets

Synopsis: You decide to go out after getting cheated on just to see your ex there. After a fight, a stranger asks you to do something and you agree.

Han Jisung:

Closet Mishaps

Synopsis: Jisung forms a plan to trap you, but you both end up stoned-which wasn't planned, but getting trapped in the closet was.

Lee Felix:

Nothing yet...

Kim Seungmin:

Middle of nowhere

Synopsis: Turns out your grandma wasn't crazy. Your camping trip proved that.

Yang Jeongin:

Magic? Since when?!

Synopsis: You accidently turn your best friend into a hybrid, and then he spills a potion on himself. You guys have more to do than just research now...

[nabiracha]

Better or worse masterlist

Stay with me now, I started a new one but I will eventually finish this one. Maybe.

Synopsis: You're sent to Wolfgang Kingdom to marry the king for a tready deal with you're own kingdom, the Antarctic Kingdom. You didn't know about this until after you got there, unfortunately.

Warnings: Violence, fantasy themes, suggestive themes. smut, gore, some other stuff that I'm too lazy to remember.

The princess

Little red riding hood

I'm gonna be honest, no idea where this going or if I like it...

[nabiracha]

Sasaeng or Idol? masterlist

This...I have plans y'all, bare with me.

Synopsis: When 8 famous Idols become obsessed with you after only a second or two of eye contact, what are they to do except stalk you? Or destroy all your morals and innocence? And what are you supposed to do, go along with it? No, that's too easy for them.

Warnings: Stalking, smut, unprotected smut, hybrid au, idol!y/n, ot8!idol!skz, pervert!skz, weight talk (Only a little), a bunch of cursing, angst, twisted backgrounds, childhood trauma, daddy issues...etc.

Snippet of Sasaeng or Idol?

Info on Sasaeng or Idol?

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Idk how many chapters there are gonna be, hopefully a lot, maybe not, who knows.

Taglist:

@deadpool15 @4ng3l-ch1ld @luvvvash @hpnsfwaddict

[nabiracha]

Sasaeng or Idol?

I erased the last half and re-did it like three times... I think it turned out the best it could without sounding like a 2016 wattpad, but who knows...Anyways, this is chapter 1. When speaking in first person it's y/ns POV, but it changes once in this chapter.

Warnings: Some suggestive themes, slight stalking, weight talk, obsession...etc.

“Do we need to put you on another diet?” Who the fuck do they think they are? Talking to my members like that? Ugh, if I didn’t care about mine or their reputation this stupid fucking rat (Literally) would have a bloody face and tears streaming down his face. Bunny hybrids have many different sides, we’re not all sweet.

Nina looked down, head hung low in shame. She was perfect weight, if you took in her height and such. She looked perfect in my eyes, why the hell did she need to go on a diet? I knew she wasn’t gonna speak, so I would. “No, I’ll control her meal intake and regular exercise just fine.” No I wouldn't.

The dance instructor sighed. It wasn’t even his place to be talking, he wasn’t our fucking manager. “Everybody take a break.” We all headed towards the couch or laid on the floor. Nobody was in a good mood this morning. Why? Because apparently we were supposed to go on tour in two months. TWO MONTHS?? What the hell were they thinking, stupid fucking managers. God I really was pissy today.

Once dance practice was over, we had vocal lessons, recording sessions, and one last dance practice before we finally got back to the dorm. There were four of us in total, me, Nina, Hee-min, and Na-yang. Our group name was aeternum, latin for forever. We had decided that because we had all been trainees together and debuted together, so we planned to stay together forever. Even if we disbanded, which didn’t look like it’d be soon.

My phone chimed, my eyes darting around to make sure none of the staff were looking. I gained a new follower on my…secret account. It was bunnyneverbully, a quote Hee-min once said about me, a few months after we started getting big, during an interview. Our fans, who’s name was Simul, latin for together (Simul in aeternum=together forever), called me bunny because I was a bunny hybrid.

My eyebrows furrowed, but I didn’t suspect anything. The profile picture was just a pair of wolf ears, no face or anything. The username was CB97, which was a little suspicious but I just pushed it aside as my exhaustion making me paranoid. I didn’t have many posts, just a few drabbles about random things, no specific people or names. I also had a few fit pics on there. 

I shut my phone as a staff came into the dorm, they liked to bust in (cause they can’t bust a nut) anytime they like. Had to always be careful. I was currently sitting on the couch in our dorm living room, my eyebrows furrowing in a silent question at the staff. “Where’s Hee-min?” The cat hybrid spoke with so much sass you’d think they were on their period, but it’s a male. “Upstairs, why?” “She’s fucking late for hair.” I sighed. As much as I try to remind my members, as their leader, that they need to do their shit before sleeping, they never listened. So I let the staff storm up there. They, well he, Ni-rang, was one of the only who didn’t seem to want to starve or abuse us. It’s the only reason I didn’t go up there with him. He was loud though.

A few days later…

Ping. I groaned, slamming my hand on my phone to grab it. My ears twitched at the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen. “Na-yang!” I knew it was her, the cow hybrid was always breaking something. I loved her to death though. I heard a quiet sorry, it didn’t sound like she was hurt so i let it be. I sat up, hair an absolute mess. Kind of like a ball of yarn after a cat’s played with it. 

The ping followed by six more pings. Seven new followers. That wasn’t counting the one a few days ago. My eyebrows furrowed and that suspicious feeling gnawed at me again. Just like the first one, they had oddly specific names that were too good to be made up just like mine wasn’t made up and the profile picture was what I assumed to be their ears.

—🔹—🔹—

Listen, he didn’t mean for the other’s to find out. But he was truly terrible at lying. Like seriously, unless it was life or death, he couldn’t lie. So when Jeongin peeked over his shoulder, Chan had moved his phone a little too fast, it made Jeongin suspicious. He told the others and after the course of a few days and a couple blowjobs, and maybe a fucking or two, the boys had cracked their leader. 

“I don’t even know her face! She just seems so cute and innocent and- and-” He was cut off by Minho’s glare. “Shut it. We know your lies, we see right through you.” Any other time and It would’ve seemed playful, but it wasn’t. Chan growled, rolling his eyes. He knew he couldn’t lie to them. He hated it. “It’s y/n.” 

They all had a silent obsession over the girl. She seemed…well, they couldn’t describe it. They were all a little twisted in their own ways, maybe she was too. Or maybe, they’d make her twisted like them. Unlock something hidden beneath those brown eyes.

They all followed her account immediately after, not caring if it was suspicious. They stalked her account, going through all the photos, all the little drabbles about no one she posted. They just from that, she was twisted underneath that heart of pink. They were determined to unlock it, to reveal and break every one of her walls, good and bad. 

“He slid his cock into her, slick coating her thighs as she…” Han’s face turned crimson at his big, round cheeks as his tail twitched. He couldn’t even finish his sentence. The things she wrote were…less than holy. Sex scenes, stalking, kidnapping, cnc, all types of shit. She gave the characters twisted backgrounds and terrible habits. But it was all…nameless.

“Shit, chan, you see this?” Said man sighed, a little annoyed he had to share his possession, well soon-to-be possession, with members so soon. He would’ve, eventually, they all knew that. But none of the other boys were patient when it came to y/n. And they never will be. She was theirs. She just didn’t know it yet. “Yeah, Ji, I saw it.” It only further implanted the seed she had sprung just by making eye-contact with them in the elevator by accident. She had fucked herself over, whether for better or worse, she was in for it. And she had no idea what she’d done.

[nabiracha]

Info on Sasaeng or Idol?

This is basic info and the animals they, what the boys look like...what they're like in bed.

Warnings: Suggestive, a little smut (Quotes), um yeah?

Hybrid basic info

Hybrids are humanoids with animal ears instead of human ears and an animal tail located on their tailbone.

Hybrids often have animalistic traits though almost all act human despite their instincts. (Ex. If someone were a wolf hybrid, they’d have ungodly heightened senses and a natural instinct to hunt. They’d also have the instinct to breed their ‘mate’ or partner. If someone were a bunny hybrid, they’d most likely not be friends with fox hybrids because of the prey/ predator dynamics but that doesn’t stop most people.)

Hybrid heats/ruts/mating seasons depend on their breed.

Bang Chan

Chan is a wolf hybrid.

He has two very fluffy grey and black fluffy wolf ears on his head along with a fluffy grey and black wolf tail located on his tailbone.

Chan is considered the head of the ‘pack’

He’s very protective, a little perverted (A little), kind of…dark.

He’s a sweetheart though, yet probably the least shamed for his actions

Chan has ruts like a wolf would

He’s a sweet dom in bed unless you’re a brat…good luck with that. "Can't get enough of this sweet pussy, gonna breed you so fucking well."

Lee Minho

Minho is a bunny hybrid

He has two white, floppy bunny ears on the top of his head and a little round fluffy bunny tail on his tailbone.

Minho is very horny, but he controls it very well. 

He’s only super horny during mating season though, which for him because he’s a bunny hybrid is about 5-6 months long and doesn’t affect his daily life, normally.

Minho is mischievous and teasing, always having that classic bunny-like smirk.

He’s straight up mean during sex. It’s hot though. “Fucking slut. Can’t keep your hands away from touching your cock-drunk self?”

Fucks like a bunny.

Seo Changbin

Changbin is a bear hybrid

He’s super buff, soft, and warm.

He has two brown bear ears on his head and a small little bear tail on his tailbone.

Changbin is the muscles of the ‘pack’

He’s also the sweetest, and loves to act cute

He has the weirdest,yet cutest high-pitched laugh.

He loves to cuddle

He’s sweet in bed, scared of hurting you. Even if you’re both begging for it, he won’t go rough. Until you make him snap… “This what you wanted, yeah? Stop crying then.”

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin’s a ferret hybrid

He has two white, with brown spots, ferret ears on top of his head and a cute little ferret tail.

Hyunjin likes to sleep in tight, dark spaces due to his nature. 

He also likes to be sneaky…

Hyunjin’s one of the most perverted, oftentimes groping one of his ‘pack’ members whenever he can…

It’s all out of love though

He’s not super sexual unless the time’s right

Hyunjin won’t verbally ask for something but he’ll stare at until you notice

He’s a switch, but he also likes to paint you or the members naked in erotic positions…sometimes without you guys knowing. "Come on, baby, can't you just let him fuck you? I need inspo"

Han jisung

Jisung is a squirrel hybrid.

Jisung has two squirrel ears and a fluffy squirrel tail

He really likes to eat yet somehow he remains fit

He’s perverted but we all knew this

He sometimes hides food in his cheeks, like a squirrel

He’s not super sexual unless it’s a joke most of the time

He’s dirty minded and somehow innocent, more like clueless, at the same time

Sub. One hundred percent the type to beg, but…once in a blue moon he’ll be dominant. “Please, please. I need it, need just a little taste. Please!”

Lee Felix

He…as suspected, is a cat hybrid.

He has two calico cat ears on his head and a long calico cat tail on his tailbone

He’s very playful

Him and Jisung are known as the sunshine twins

He’s super sweet and cuddly despite his deep voice

His fans say the freckles in his cheek are like stars that his eyes couldn’t hold

He’s actually dominant but soft in bed. “I know it hurts, baby, but you can take it. You’re doing so well already…”

Kim Seungmin

He’s a dog hybrid, specifically a chocolate labrador and Australian Kepler mix. 

He’s got two fluffy, brown and loppy dog ears on top of his head along with a fluffy brown tail that he can’t control…

He sometimes hits stuff with his tail when he’s excited, he gets mad at himself for it 

He’s sarcastic but sweet

He’s hot when he’s angry, not throwing stuff around but he controls it in his actions. Not his face though, you’ll know he’s mad.

Fucks like an absolute dog.

He’s mean and dominant in bed, but he’ll somehow sneak some praise in there. “Good fucking slut, taking puppies cock so well huh?”

Yang Jeongin

As suspected, He’s a fennec fox hybrid.

He’s got two really big fennec fox ears on his head, a beautiful tan orange color that matches his big fluffy tail.

He’s the youngest, learned most of his habits from chan, Minho and Seungmin…

You can already guess what he’s like in bed… “Take it like a good little pet, gonna fuck you dumb just like you need.”

His hands are really big and veiny

He’s spoiled rotten by his hyungs

He’s sweet when he wants to be, which is most of the time, but he’s also teasing in a way that isn’t annoying

He gets away with a lot of things…

[nabiracha]

Little snippet...Naming the fanfic Sasaeng or Idol?

Erm...yeah. Y'all asked for dark romance and I just finished reading twisted love so... blame yourselves not me.

Warnings: Stalking,, perverted?? Kind of, yeah. It's just a little snippet of a future chapter. I'll release the first one tonight though...dw :)

Cameras. That’s what we were putting in her room. First, I had gotten the obsession, then the boys. They realized when I had this obsession after I started taking different paths to run into her. She was mine. Well, ours. She just didn’t know it yet. 

We snuck into her dorm room, on the eighth floor. Her group was currently on tour, so they’d be gone for awhile. Her managers went with her, so we didn’t worry about getting caught. Most people believed it would be sasaengs putting cameras in an Idol’s dorm room, but this time…It was Idols. 

“Jeongin, that’s too obvious.” I scolded the youngest, my eyes soft but my voice annoyed. He glared slightly, his orange fluffy ears flicking with irritation. “You place it then.” He huffed, shoving the tiny camera in my chest. I rolled my eyes but didn’t respond. We spoiled him too much. I hid the tiny camera in her fake plant. 

“She seems like the type to have a shit ton of stuffed animals.” Seungmin mumbled, picking up a teddy bear that conveniently had a tiny hole in it. He placed another tiny camera in the hole, making sure we could see through the camera clearly after. I nodded, eyes scanning her bedroom. Pink, white, cream colors, stuffed animals, shit ton of blankets and that sweet, sweet scent of peaches…

I lwk made this in like...30 minutes?? Pretty quick honestly...