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snoopyana · 26 days ago

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props and mayhem.

l.ch. smut. stalker!anton. he’s in your house, again. male masturbation, mentions of female masturbation, mentions of unsolicited recordings and photographs, voyuerism, stalking, breaking n entering. self-edging, a little orgasm denial, you are asleep during the whole thing. to be safe, noncon but not technically rape.

you can’t see him, but he can see you. he can also hear you, maybe even touch you if he so desired.

it had become a ritual. lock the doors twice, make sure it clicks. check every window in the house, make sure nothing is left cracked open. close all the blinds and curtains, make sure no one can peek-in. after one too many windows left open — after you swore you’d closed them before — it really started to get to you.

it was kind of like OCD in a way, but not full-fledged. just little things to ease your mind before you went to bed at night or before you left the house for work.

faint, yet visible, footprints left on your hardwood. too big to be yours. fingerprints on the dustiest of surfaces, that you certainly haven’t touched in a weeks, months even. clothes shifted, articles even missing. panties, socks, the occasional earring. and yeah, the missing things always turn up again.

but how? by who?

feet tucked under your legs, your head rested on one of the many pillows that crowded your couch. it was supposed to be a chill saturday night, with clueless playing on your living room tv and snacks filling every inch of your coffee table. but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

you never really felt alone when you live alone.

shifting around the cushions, your eyes scanned the darkened areas of your home. analyzing the shadows in the kitchen, to the dimly lit hallway that led deeper into your home. although nothing moved, nothing was out of place, the feeling wouldn’t fade.

curling up into yourself, it took everything to focus on the tv. keeping your ears split incase something did happen, a weird noise that couldn’t be excused with the age of your home or an appliance. your eyes shifty, incase an uninvited shadow decided to past by.

but even with your heightened senses, hyper-awareness, and borderline crazy precautions, the sound of your backdoor clicking open seemed to slip right past you. just quiet enough to be covered by the noise of your tv. creaking up ever so slowly, avoiding the loud, old floorboards — and slipping into your bedroom.

time and time again, he found his way back inside.

it was an inconvenience at first, when you started to catch onto his nightly — maybe even daytime — visits. his usual point of entry, your bathroom window, locked and sealed after every shower. he’d watch from the shadows as you stood in front of the glass, with one hand keeping your towel in place and the other fumbling around with the hinges on the window. triple-checking that it was locked before exiting. and he realized you were doing this to every window.

as when he attempted to sneak-in through your bedroom, he was met with nothing. the window sadly doing its job and staying shut. windows soon turned to doors and before he knew it, he was completely shut out.

it really irked anton when the blinds were pulled shut and curtain gaps were completely covered. he could only see you when you left the house, but that’s not fair.

because everyone can see you when you leave the house.

he felt, special in a way. you never personally invited him into your home, not once. but he was able to take a peek into what life was like for you inside those walls. it’s what he looked forward to. he never meant to get so deep in, it just simply happened.

when he saw you walking into the library, he couldn’t help but follow. it was like his feet had a mind of their own. and it kept happening, he would wait everyday after his classes to see when you’d arrive — even skipping just to watch you work all day. entering the library and trailing behind you as you shelved returned novels. and soon enough, watching turned into full on following.

memorizing what time you got off work each day, memorizing your license plate, even remembering what path you take if you decided to walk home that day.

he had everything down to a T, by accident.

or maybe it was on purpose, but that didn’t matter to him. all anton cared for, was watching as you made your way home. disappearing into the place, leaving him to wait for you the next day. he couldn’t remember exactly when he got tired of waiting, but it didn’t take long to stop fighting back the urge to go inside — just once.

adrenaline rushing through his body, leaving him a little lightheaded when he first entered your house. exploring the halls, memorizing them actually. anton had the whole layout mapped out in his mind. and that’s when one time, turned into two times and so on.

he also happened to not be able to remember exactly when it turned sexual. at first it was just a crush, a big one at that. an innocent crush really, admiration and love from afar. sure, he’d accidentally seen you naked once or twice while people-watching — but he always looked away!

until he stopped looking away. it went from staring, to taking a photo, and another one, and recording. rushing back to his dorm to jack-off to the exclusive material he’d personally filmed.

but on the nights he caught you in your room — hand down your pajama shorts — he couldn’t necessarily wait until he got back home to deal with the problem in his own pants. that was the time he learned he could cum untouched, multiple times.

so when his main source of pleasure was abruptly snatched from him, it was a problem. a big problem.

but (un)fortunately , he soon learned that your house was aged. the locks were a little rusty, easy to manipulate. so it wasn’t long before he was able to make way inside again. knowing exactly where you were, he avoided venturing into the front of the home, and opted to slip into your bedroom and wait. wait for the television to shut off. wait for your soft slippers to hit the ground as you walked. wait for your bedroom door to open and shut. wait for you to fall asleep.

anton has gotten used to playing the waiting game.

and wait he did.

you were close to knocking out right on the couch, but your back would hate you for that. so instead, you lazily turned off the tv. check. sliding into the slippers that were forgotten in the side of the sofa, you’d gather the empty wrappers and toss them into the kitchen trash. check. body heavy, ready to be at rest, you made your way down the hallway. floorboards groaning under your weight as you shuffled across.

pushing open your room door and quickly closing it again before ultimately flopping down into the mattress. check. and it didn’t take long until the lights in your head were out and you’d lay fast asleep. even falling into a deep sleep recently.

now he was done waiting. slipping from out of his makeshift hiding place in your closet, anton situated himself in your desk chair. turning the seat to have a perfect view of the room, of you.

this part always made his skin crawl and his hands sweat. pulling down his basketball shorts, anton made quick work of his underwear as well. pushing the pieces of fabic down his legs and stuffing the hem of his hoodie into his mouth.

noise was also a major issue.

he’d remember it like it was yesterday(it could have been yesterday, but who’s to say?) when he had gotten a little too excited, a little too loud, a little too bold. moaning as if he owned the place, and nearly personally giving himself a pass to jail and a criminal offense on his record. so now, he started to muffle himself. he could never be entirely quiet.

harshly gripping at his base, his dick twitched and leaked in his fist. every inch of his body overflowing with excitement, his blood could be close to a boil as his body quickly heated up. slowly dragging his inclosed hand up and down, his other tightly gripped onto the plush armrests of you chair — and he was sure to leave a mark with the way his nails ripped into the fabric.

increasing his pace as the night went on, but stopping right before he reached the edge. biting down on his hoodie every single time, tears brimming on his waterline — threatening to slip whenever his warm hand left his body.

thought he had to cut his edging session short, as one particularly loud whine caused you to shift and flip in your bed. even though it gave him a better view of your face, it meant you were now facing him. the risk of getting caught increased ten fold, and it did nothing but make his body even more jumpy and excited.

it made him a little cocky, knowing how close he was to getting caught. but it would never quite happen, anton would slip out just in time before you were completely alert again.

twisting his wrist, it only took a few more pumps before his head was lazily hanging to the side and he was painting his own stomach with cum. groaning into the fabric one last time, anton released the cloth from his mouth. shivering when the damp material came into contact with his heated torso.

pulling up his shorts, anton made his way over to your bed. the boy watched as you slept, taking in how peaceful you seemed all while he had lost his mind seconds before. a loopy smile on his face, his shaky hands brushed away hair from your face.

what would he do without your perfect company. it’s sick entertainment really, but god does it feel good.

hey. are you tired of my ptv lyrics yet? they’re in almost every fic i write, sorry!! anyway, i tried to add a little backstory to this, bc it probably won’t be the last time i use this duo. do we like? or should i scrap it 😞 but this was really fun, im enjoying writing again guys!!

#rbz #i love a good classic stalker ☺️#i was thinking of doing this same thing with gulp #xiaojun..#IDK HE JUST SEEMS SO #SOSOSOSO stalkerish…

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snoopyana · 29 days ago

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crushcrushcrush.

p.js smut a little dubious. ji is a loser and you’re his only friend.

nothing compares to a quite evening alone, but that never happens. i guess you’re dreaming again.

note — this is a little darker than the last few things i’ve posted. so please be warned, there’s no verbal agreement. but it is consensual. i will say that you DO agree, nothing is technically against your will. you nod your head to signal a yes. jisung is weird. he admits to fucked up fantasies. the things he says and does can and most likely will be considered creepy, okay? okay.

a nap was calling your name, but park jisung was calling your phone.

eyes heavy with sleep, your body ached as you searched for the buzzing device buried deep within your blankets. fingers grazing over the cold glass screen, you’d finally be able to grip the phone — being met with ten missed calls and a few hundred more missed texts.

to say you were annoyed, would be an understatement. it was hard to find a single ounce of free time, as the work piled and buried your body. but it was even harder to get away from jisung. it was almost as if he knew when you has found a few hours of downtime. doing everything in his power to make sure you never found peace, or a good nap.

resting your body onto the headboard, a hand slid under your shirt and the other pressed on one of the many missed calls. it rang for a moment, the ringing being replaced with the soft sound of breathing on the other end. and it was silent, so silent that your already heavy eyes started to flutter close.

“hello?” oh yeah, he’s still there.

“hello.” you answered, voice low and scratchy. clear signs of sleep deprivation laced within your tone.

completely ignoring your tired voice, jisung started to ramble. and for a boy who barely said a word in class, he sure had a lot to say when it was just you. letting his voice fade out, the grip on your phone slipped and the device was resting on your lap. humming whenever he said someone that sounded remotely like a question, you allowed yourself to slowly succumb to the urge to sleep. but he wasn’t going to let you, not yet.

“can i come over?”

“why? you can just tell me over the phone.” you couldn’t roll your eyes, with all the energy you had was put into talking. but if you could’ve, you would’ve.

“well i’m kind of already on my way.”

of course he was, boundaries don’t exist with this kid.

it was long before the door of your apartment was swinging open and jisung was making himself at home. the sound of your refrigerator opening echoed through the apartment, giving you the energy you needed to get up.

as your feet dragged, your head pounded. and park surely wasn’t a help. turning on every light, every device, he was a walking headache. throwing yourself onto the couch, which has surely seen better days, jisung yelled something from the kitchen. though his usual quite voice was turned up a few decibels, you still couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying. the brain fog still heavy, surely he wanted to make sure you heard was nonsense anyway.

it was going to be a long night.

slouched on your couch, jisung was seated next to you. laptop, on the verge of overheating, sat on his lap as he forcefully informed you on his latest biology assignment. it was boring, painfully boring — but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to leave. it was enduring at first, a boy who was too good-looking for his own good — with close to no social skills to take him anywhere. it was you who introduced yourself, taking a seat by the nerd during freshman week. it was you who invited him to study with you after school, hang-out from time to time, late-night movie nights that turned into 3AM sleepovers.

but it was jisung who got too comfortable. inviting himself over unannounced, under the guise that he needed help with his homework. forcing you to cancel on others to hang out with him, he just wanted to spend some time with his best friend after all. hovering over you as you went from class to class.

your friends started to call him a creep.

and to some degree, they were right. it wasn’t until he started to drop little secrets of his, that you finally agreed with their negative title on park. it started with simple secrets, innocent ones really. he didn’t have friends, yeah you figured. he’d never been to a party before — again, something anyone could figure out after one conversation with him. he’s never had a girlfriend, how sad.

he’s a virgin, he wants your help — okay that’s weird, no jisung. he only likes himself when he’s with you — okay, stop..

but you could never bring yourself to push him away completely, instead opting to ignore his odd behavior. maybe even embrace it at times. his need to be with you at all times gave you a little ego boost. jisung wanting you to help him with more, personal matters, made your lips twitch into a small smile.

so for now, it was just a quirk of his. an unsettling one, but a quirk nonetheless.

“are you even listening?” snapping your head up, jisung had migrated from his spot on the couch. his seat on the far right, left abandoned — his knee nearly knocked against yours. he had an odd tendency to get really close, uncomfortably close at times

“yeah, yeah i am.” rubbing your eyes, you shifted your body further away. putting a comfortable distance between the two of you again, it was hard to miss when jisung rolled his eyes. at your actions or at whatever he was explaining at the moment?

that you’ll never know.

as jisung continued to type and talk, his words didn’t register in your mind. not that you would understand it anyway. watching as his lips moved, words mushing together in an incoherent blabber, it again started to become ever more difficult to stay awake.

the sharp features of his face blurring together — glasses perched low on his nose, his lips would form a tight line whenever he wasn’t talking — causing the frames to slip down just a little more every time.

for as weird as he was, park was unfortunately just as attractive. even through his strange biology talk, and strange tendencies to be as close as possible — park was hot.

watching as his lips move, it was only a matter of time before you were gone. letting yourself fall asleep for what felt like the first time in decades, the image of jisung was one that appeared in your dream as you slept.

but unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to sleep for long.

it was simple touches at first, what one would think is a knee grazing against yours. maybe an arm leaning against your own. then it turned into fingers tracing along your face, down your neck — reach would quickly stop when you’d stir and shiver. a warm palm brushing against the exposed skin of your thigh. the feeling of your shirt shifting and lifting.

another hand on your stomach.

it all made your eyes slightly twitch and eventually pop open. being face to face with the boy who was just working away on this laptop — though now his laptop was long abandoned on the coffee table and his hands found interest in exploring the exposed parts of your body.

knelt down in front of you, his body still hovered over your seated one. “don’t scream, please?” his lips so close to yours, you could practically feel them as he spoke. deep voice sending shivers down your spine, your lips parted to speak — but his hand was quicker.

clasping over the bottom half of your face, it made your pupils dilate and your breath get caught in the back of your throat.

“nod if you won’t.” resting his forehead against yours, he stared into your eyes. waiting, hoping that you would agree. just this once, he wanted you to give him what he wanted.

what he needed.

breathing heavy behind his palm, your head nodded slightly. enough for him to quickly move his hands to the sides of your face. bringing his lips closer, park gave your lips a short, nervous kiss. testing the waters before going back for more.

using his hands to tilt your head back, there was clear hesitation to touch you, a stark contrast to when you were asleep. jisungs’ fingers gently pressed through your hair as his lips explored yours — licking the bottom to be allowed in.

and you’d give him entry.

his inexperience clear through the way you were able to effortlessly shift and grasp the control of the kiss. bringing your own hands up to hold onto his neck, you applied just enough force to bring his face closer.

something about the whole thing felt all too natural, all too right. with the way his plush lips felt so good against yours, the way his skin heated up under your fingertips — the way he’d shudder when your nails pressed into the pale skin. all paired with how his hands traveled smoothly along your body. as if you weren’t uncharted territory, but something that he’s studied over and over again. as if park took notes and analyzed your entire being.

as if you were another bio project, all for him.

letting his hands settle above your hips, his grip tightened when your teeth sank into the skin of his bottom lip before you’d eventually pull away. though the distance was minimal, still feeling each other’s unsteady breathing.

“park, you’re a creep..” the once tired tone, being joined with something a slight disgust, intrigue, and maybe even lighthearted in a sense. though his nose still scrunched at the words.

park and creep in the same sentence, he would never hear the end of it.

because jisung knew what he was, he knew the way he acted wasn’t normal. but he hated to he reminded of it, and he hated it even more when you reminded him of that fact. park knew the lingering touches were too much, but it was never enough for him. he knew the stalking was odd, lurking around you even if he wasn’t invited. showing up to your house on his own accord, as if he owned the place.

he knew it was creepy, and quite frankly — he couldn’t bring himself to care.

he loved that you let him be creepy. anyone else probably would have pushed him away, forced him to stop. but you didn’t, which lead him to go as far as he did. groping, rubbing, and caressing your skin as you lie idle. blissfully unaware of the things he thought, the words he had mumbled, the pictures he had the urge to take.

“i know.” mumbling the words into the crook of your neck, jisung nibbled on the skin before following them with short licks. sliding his hands under your shirt to pinch at your waist.

as he worked his way down, you simply let him. because you enjoyed it. gripping onto his jet black strands at every bite, a labored sigh following every lick of his tongue.

removing his head from your neck, jisung tugged at the hem of your shirt. pulling it out and off your body, giving himself access to the rest of your torso. placing small kisses against the skin, he stopped just before the band of your sleep shorts.

“i waited, so long.” whispering to himself, his fingers slipped under the waistband, silently pleading for you to lift your hips. allowing for him to tug down the material and discard of it onto the floor.

draping your legs over his shoulders, park wasted no time — flattening his tongue against your still clothed cunt. moaning against the fabric, the vibrations caused your hips to buck up. using his hands to keep you in place, jisung rested his head against your thigh.

“i was so patient you know. considered just making you give it up to me, but this is so much better.” mumbling against your skin, the moment would have been considered sweet if it weren’t for the words that came from his mouth.

it was a gross scene in retrospect, but you could think about that later as he gave you no time to truly balance the weight of his words. pushing your panties to the side, and attaching his lips to your clit. sucking and licking as if he was the most experienced man in the world.

the action of course caused your body to violently react — harshly holding onto his hair as he got to work. uncontrollably, and honestly embarrassing, moans mixed with the obscenely loud slurping noises that park made. as your toes curled and back arched, he pulled your hips closer to his face. humping the edge of your couch cushions, jisung was slowly losing himself between your legs.

and it made you quickly lose your mind. with the sleepy haze, and intense pleasure that pulsed through your body, it wasn’t an easy feat to stay present and alert. head lolling to the side, all your senses are heightened, yet nonexistent at the same time. a particularly powerful thrust of his fingers rocketing you back into reality, only for his tongue to ease you back into a delirious state.

giving you one more long lick, he lifted himself up. eagerly tugging at his own pants, park pulled his sweats and boxers down to his knees — freeing his aching and alarmingly red cock from it’s confinements.

dazed and unaware, jisung gripped onto your chin. connecting your lips. as his lips ravished yours, he could only hope and pray you don’t realize that he didn’t have a condom, and had no plans on retrieving one either.

kissing the corners of your lips, he lifted your hips and gently rubbed the skin. lining himself up, he slowly pushed himself inside. throwing his head back, your higher moana again mixed and mingled with his lower groans.

“i love you so much, oh my god.” mostly speaking to himself, jisung wasn’t slow with his thrusts. his hips meeting yours every few seconds, he wasn’t bound to last.

he was a virgin after-all.

hunching over your body, park continued to mumble i love yous into your hair. hips freezing up for a second when your arms wrapped around his neck — pulling him down into yet another kiss. moaning into your mouth, his body tensed before he knew it. emptying out inside, you were quick to follow. your cum mixing before trickling down your leg and onto the old couch.

nothing compares to a quite evening alone, but that never happens. not with jisung present. in the end, he took whatever peace you could have, all away from you.

after the fact — hey guys!! i actually hope you enjoyed this just as much as i enjoyed writing it. i don’t know if it’s obvious, but ptv and paramore really inspired me to write this. if you couldn’t tell from the title and lyric usage throughout the whole thing. i tried to add a little story, i hope it makes sense😞 pls dont tell me if it doesn’t actually.

#rbz #AYYYYYYY 200 BABY #idk if it had already hit 200 #idk #can we still celebrate?

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snoopyana · 1 month ago

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job called me off three days in a row and wondering why i’m quitting?? holy shit these people actually feel so entitled to my time😭😭

#yana speaks . . !!#sorry had to get that out #because what the freak!!!#how do you expect me to pay for my LIFE while only working 3 days out of the week??

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snoopyana · 1 month ago

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pst pst... and what's your other blog perhaps, Yana? i love reading about you, no matter what fandom is directed to so, if you don't mind sharing 🙏

HAII its a darker blog before i send you in her direction…i just wanted to separate the two 😕💔 @nanafilms

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snoopyana · 1 month ago

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im cooking up like 3 separate things and only one of them is for this blog. holy cow

#yana speaks . . !!#got back into the swing of things #the other two is for my other blog chat😛

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snoopyana · 1 month ago

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yanaaaaa !! you're so sweet omg 😭 this genuinely made me so happy ily 🤍🤍

HAIII, bro it was so GOOOD😭😭 like you deserve all the support and MORE

#yana speaks . . !!#friends . . brie!!

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snoopyana · 1 month ago

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@ sungchan — why are you this shitty ? . cws : toxic behaviour . use of ‘whore’ . unprotected sex . creampie . wc : 4.2k+ . genre : angst + smut

a/n : somehow included my babyboys leehan and jaehyun because i love them very much 😛

you knew it wasn’t a good idea to agree to go out with EX-BOYFRIEND! SUNGCHAN again.

and yet, you still did.

sungchan and you didn’t break up on good terms. in fact, you thought there were very few other ways that could be worse.

it all started with you befriending leehan — or better yet, rekindling your old friendship. leehan was an old friend from your childhood, you grew up as neighbors and spent basically every hour of every day together, your parents getting along just as well with his. as kids, you’d do almost everything together. go to school, eat lunch, take after school naps, play whatever silly new game you had come up with. it was sweet really. but then you turned ten, and around that time leehan’s family moved away because of his father’s work. it hit you hard, but you both promised to survive it, dramatizing things a bit because it truly felt like you were losing a sibling by being away from each other. your parents kept in contact with his however, and once or twice a year his family would come to visit, but by then you were teens, too caught up in your own worlds to care enough to create a bond in the few days he was over, knowing you’d lose it again soon enough. you grew further apart as you aged, even more when you moved away to another city for work, already in your 20’s, full of hopes and dreams, ready to build your own path — which was when you met sungchan.

he was the friend of one of your colleagues, and you only even met him because said colleague, sohee, was throwing a little summer get-together at his house and invited a lot of people from your work who were close in age to him and that he got along with, that somehow including you. you always saw it as a pity invite, a way to try to include the new girl and not make her feel left out, sohee was nice enough to do something like that after all. you took the invite gladly either way, seeing it as an opportunity to make a new workplace friend and also just make new friends in general!

it was a good time, it was warm out as the soft summer breeze and higher temperatures came in, a guy you later learned to be named eunseok behind a small bar making cocktails, not stopping even when sohee told him to just go have fun. he seemed to like being there, keeping a bit more to himself but still having fun in his own way, talking with some people and even dancing but still keeping what seemed to be a safe distance from the more erratic part of the afternoon, that being the loud music and half-drunk people by the pool. it wasn’t a huge gather by any means, but it also wasn’t small, probably around 30 people there, apparently more than sohee even expect since, from what he told you when you walked in, some of his friends brought plus ones, not that he seemed to mind, just happy everyone was having fun.

at some point you ended up by the makeshift bar, talking with eunseok about how pretty the sky looked, hues of orange and pink glazing it as the sunset drew upon it. eunseok was funny, he had a somewhat weird humor, kinda dry maybe, but he was funny, and also cute, cute enough for you to almost muster up enough courage to ask him if he was doing anything next weekend — until sungchan showed up, and all the sudden attraction you felt towards eunseok went down the drain.

sungchan was tall, wearing only a pair of swim shorts with a big seven on the side and a pair of flip flops, water from the pool still dripping from his hair and leaving wet trails down his toned body. he didn’t notice you at first, approaching eunseok directly and asking for a beer, looking like he was in a rush to go back to wherever he came from — the pool, you assumed — until eunseok let out a small, discreet cough, ever so slightly pointing towards your direction with his head before leaning down to pick up a beer from the cooler on the floor.

“oh, i didn’t even see you there, i’m sorry” were the first words sungchan ever told you, his smile staying in place as he spoke, his eyes sparkling a little more once they laid on you, or so you thought that happened. that was the beginning of it all, a small conversation turning into you two going to a calmer corner to keep the chat going, the date you thought about having next weekend ending up being with sungchan, taking only a few more before you were officially dating.

sungchan treated you like a princess, proud to introduce you to everyone he knew, happy to do anything you asked. you genuinely thought you would marry him someday, that hopeful day never coming.

it was a couple years after you started dating that you got a call from your parents saying that leehan was now living in your city. you didn’t give it much thought, only seeing him as a childhood friend now, no space for him in your life. but then you ran into him by some weird coincidence in a coffee shop you and sungchan frequently went to. he was there by himself, sitting in a small table with his laptop and a snack. it took you a moment to register who he was, his little boy features long gone and it wasn’t like you had seen leehan recently. more out of courtesy than anything, you went to greet him, sungchan looking from afar calmly as you approached an old friend.

“the long hair suits you” you spoke as you stood by leehan’s table. he looked up at you, also confused for a second before recognizing you.

“thank you” he answered, his smile the same from when you were kids somehow, even if almost every single one of his features had matured, his smile remained the same.

you talked briefly, and what was supposed to be only a courtesy greeting transformed into a trip down memory lane, that eventually ended with him sitting with you and sungchan, both of you sharing silly stories from when you were kids all while sungchan smiled softly, listening attentively, happy to see you so excited.

you and leehan kept in contact after that, and sungchan never had any problem with it, because why would he? he had his friends, you were allowed to have yours, right? right. that thought process of his didn’t last long, however, remaining until you and leehan got closer and started spending more and more time together. you never ditched on sungchan to be with leehan, you never broke any boundaries with leehan, you were genuinely just friends, no attraction involved from either side, a simple, innocent friendship connecting you. you knew that, leehan knew that, even sungchan’s friends saw that — but he didn’t. sungchan started thinking you two were too close, too intimate, spending too much time alone. it started small, sungchan making snarky remarks whenever leehan came up in conversation, escalating to him out right being rude towards leehan whenever you all hung out. it bothered you, bothered you enough for you to even talk to eunseok, ask what he thought about it.

“you’re just friends, right? sungchan is overreacting, probably just jealous, he’ll get over it” eunseok remarked, the problem becoming that sungchan never got over it, coming to a point where you had to put your foot down.

“‘chan, you have your friends, i never questioned any of them, never doubted your relationship with them as anything more, so why are you so mad about me and leehan? we’re just friends, that’s all!” you said, agitated, the issue between you two having already been going on for far too long.

“i don’t fuck my friends, that’s the difference” sungchan answered calmly, that sort of calmness that comes before a storm. you didn’t know where that came from, all you knew was that sungchan’s words led to a massive fight between you two, one that ended with you breaking up in the heat of the moment, throwing away years spent in a relationship over a stupid issue that could be resolved over a simple, honest conversation.

sungchan tried to apologize in the weeks following the argument, saying he was completely out of his mind, admitting what he said came purely from his own insecurities, claiming that he wanted to be together again. you accepted his apology, but much to sungchan’s despair, you didn’t take him back, saying you wouldn’t allow that sort of disrespect from a partner. sungchan wasn’t pleased with that, but he took the no for an answer, leaving you alone. it wasn’t easy, you cried most nights, wondering if you did the right thing, questioning everything that led up to it. you came to terms with it at some point tho, months passing and the pain fading away with them. you heard from sungchan sometimes, even seeing him rarely, the friendship you had built with sohee and eunseok remaining even after you broke up with their friend. they didn’t think what he did or said was right, that comforting you somehow, knowing that you weren’t crazy for thinking sungchan’s actions were completely out of line. leehan never heard any of it, that becoming the first time you ever lied to him, explaining that you and sungchan broke up because you simply started growing apart.

“i liked him, you know” leehan once said, almost a year having already passed since the break up. “he treated me a bit weirdly towards the end, but he was a nice guy” leehan continued, completely unaware of how sungchan actually felt towards him and what he thought of him. you giggled, and out of instinct, you hugged leehan, the sound of autumn leaves falling against the grass of the park you were in serving as background noise when you told him how happy you were to have found him again. leehan let out a small laugh, hugging you back, admitting he too was happy you had met up again — neither of you aware sungchan was just on the other side of the street, watching as a new girl held his hand, old malicious thoughts rushing back to his head. that was the start of it all.

the start of you getting to know just how shitty your ex-boyfriend truly was.

it started small. sohee started slightly avoiding you at work, never holding up a conversation for too long, even if his genuine smile always remained, some excuse always coming up as to why he had to go. he seemed nervous around you, uncomfortable maybe, as if he was doing something wrong by even looking in your direction. you found it weird, but thought maybe he just had some other issue going on in his life that he didn’t want to talk to you about, his personal problems probably affecting his usual behaviour. then, after a few weeks, you asked when you two and eunseok could hangout again.

“oh we’re both totally busy that day, i’m sorry” sohee replied through an anxious smile.

“i didn’t mention a date tho?”

“yeah but we’ll be busy” those were sohee’s last words before he ran off, that being what triggered you to realize something was definitely going on, and most definitely not just some problem he didn’t wanna discuss with you — so you went to eunseok. you hadn’t talked to him in a while, which wasn’t odd, he rarely ever reached out first, but maybe he could tell you why sohee’s behavior had been so strange lately.

“it’s sungchan” eunseok sighed once you approached him at his favorite bar, lucking out that he was alone there on a random friday night. “he’s been saying some shitty stuff about you and saying we shouldn’t come near you. i don’t believe any of his bullshit, i don’t think sohee does either, but you know sungchan, he can be an asshole when he wants, sohee probably just doesn’t wanna cause any trouble”

“what do you mean?” you asked after a second, confused, sitting down by eunseok’s side, now even more curious about what was apparently going on.

“look, you don’t wanna know, trust me. just forget about sungchan’s stupid ass, this will blow over and things will go back to normal” that answer, as intentionally vague as it was, only left you even more interested in what was going on so, after some more questions that almost made eunseok get up and leave to avoid problems on either side, he finally caved in.

“sungchan…” he started, sighing before proceeding “he’s been telling everyone that you cheated on him with leehan, that you two had something going on beyond just a friendship i guess”

“what?” you asked, more speechless than anything, incredulous that this was all coming back after so long.

“yeah, at least between us he has been calling you a whore, saying you were never worth his time” eunseok added, this time unable to lift his head, staring straight into the glass cup between his fingers. “if it matters, as i said, i don’t believe any of it, and i don’t think anyone else does. i know he’s my friend, but sungchan is just something else… not a bad person, just bad with relationships. he’s never gone this far tho” eunseok finished, blatantly trying to apologize for his friend’s behaviour. it didn’t work, if anything it only made you angry, so you left without another word, heading home before doing something stupid.

after that you started avoiding sohee at work, not because you were mad at him, but so you wouldn’t say something out of impulse that would just worsen the situation. for weeks you thought about what to do, how to get back at sungchan, but eventually you gave up. it was like eunseok said that one night, sungchan is an asshole, so you decided he wasn’t worth your time.

as time passed, more weeks and then months going by, things eventually got back to normal. sohee apologized when he found out what eunseok told you, which led to you three finally having your friendship again. some of sungchan’s closest friends also came to you later on saying they didn’t believe any word of what he said, one of them that you were never particularly close with, wonbin, even pointing out that the other few people sungchan talked about the matter with also never believed him. weirdly enough that made you feel relieved, knowing that sungchan’s credibility was below zero. from that point on you kept living your life as you intended, working, meeting new people, enjoying yourself without caring about some stupid ex-boyfriend you had. you even met someone new, jaehyun, a guy leehan met through a friend and that was just the sweetest. you weren’t actually dating, only going out here and there, getting to know each other at a slow pace, but it was nice to be reassured that not every guy sucked, especially since leehan really backed up jaehyun, saying he was truly a good guy, and his opinion mattered to you, so you took it as a good sign. all in all, things were going well — until sungchan reached out.

“can we meet up?” you read on your phone, the contact it came from named simply sungchan, no longer ‘channie with two heart emojis after it. you didn’t even know why you kept his number, didn’t even remember you still had it in fact, and something about it all felt off. why would he text you? why would he want to meet up? and most of all, why did you reply with a “yes, when?”.

you felt dumb, but after exchanging a few messages, two days later you found yourself ringing the doorbell to sungchan’s apartment. he opened the door without saying a word, stepping aside so you could come in. it looked different, most of the same furniture but placed in a different manner, the smaller decorations on shelves and such almost completely different, the frames that once had pictures of you two now showing him with another girl you didn’t know.

a few moments passed as you looked around, only able to see the small entryway and open kitchen to living room space, his bedroom tucked away behind it’s closed door, his bathroom too. it was dark, only the moon’s light extending through the space and somehow brightening it up enough for you to notice the small details. you had always liked that his windows were big, not only because you spent so many nights wrapped up with him on his couch with the room just as dim as it was in that moment, but also because when you woke up in his bed you had a perfect view through his living room windows. you shook your head slightly though, focusing on the present, a movement to attempt to let go of old, now basically meaningless, memories.

“why did you want me to come here?” you asked, finally looking at sungchan, his tall figure standing just a couple feet behind you.

“why did you come?” he questioned back, looking serious, which made you scoff. this has to be a joke, you thought to yourself, letting out a small laugh before starting to make your way back towards the front door. “wait!” sungchan suddenly said when he noticed where you were headed, positioning himself in front of you, his hands unsurely rising up and softly popping onto your shoulders. “i wanna talk”

“i don’t think we have much to talk about, especially after you called me a whore behind my back”

sungchan winced, looking away from your eyes for a second before focusing again, an almost pleading look behind his own gaze.

“i know what i did was wrong, all of it, from start to end… it was wrong, it was awful, and i can’t apologize enough to make up for it. but i still want to make things right” sungchan practically begged, his tone soft, softer than you remember it ever having been. he sighed, a long sigh, and you almost felt bad for him in that moment — better yet, you felt bad enough for him to accept what he said next.

“can we try again?”

you didn’t blink, you didn’t even think or breath before saying “yes”, a rush of emotions flooding you, things you thought you had forgotten or moved past crashing you harder then they ever should.

sungchan smiled incredulously, pulling you in for a hug, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, unsure of what to even do with himself so just going for a tight embrace. you placed your own arms around his waist, your grip looser than his. you didn’t know what possessed you to say yes, it felt wrong but also right. you thought of jaehyun for a second, what you’d tell him. you were just going out though, so it was fine you guessed, leehan’s pouting when you told him probably more of a hassle to deal with — and then you remembered about the photos around sungchan’s apartment, the girl with him in them.

“what about your girlfriend?” you asked, getting an instant reply “i broke up with her last night”

there was no hesitation in sungchan’s speech, even less when he backed away ever so slightly, hands moving to cup your cheeks softly, his eyes glued to yours before both your lids fell close, his lips pressing into yours.

it was soft, a simple peck, a quick touch of his lips on yours — but then he sucked on your bottom one, and as you always used to do, you kissed him back. no hesitation again, no second thought, just pure instinct you assumed, what you two had in the past meddling with how you acted in the present, all the bad things that happened suddenly meaningless.

you now pulled at sungchan’s loose shirt, each tug at it seemingly making both of you more desperate. this wasn’t what either of you had expected from this evening. sungchan was sure you’d just slap him across the face — if you decided to actually show up, that is — and leave his apartment without a word. you expected to hear some shitty apologies from him, which in all truthfulness you did get, and to walk out after calling him a total asshole. neither of you expected this, that not even a half hour after you came into his home you’d be laying on his couch, the plush surface as comfortable as you remembered, while sungchan was positioned over you, his top long gone, thrown somewhere probably across his counter, your own shirt pushed halfway up your torso as your ex’s hands — the same ex you were supposed to absolutely hate — roamed freely across your body, warm fingertips leaving lingering trails across your sides, digging into your skin as if he wanted to pull you as close to him as humanly possible, the way his tongue slid into your mouth and allowed you to suck on it most definitely not something you predicted would ever happen again.

it was fast, not rushed, but definitely a swift pace. neither of you completely undressed, apparently no time for that. apart from sungchan already being shirtless, he only bothered with pushing his pants down enough for his bulging cock to pop out, veins running up it’s length while a drop of pre shined on his tip. you, however, let your shirt be as it was, the fabric bunched just below your chest, only interested in taking off your bottoms, your panties going along with them towards the ground.

sungchan’s eyes focused on your pussy, your clit ever so slightly moving from how aroused you were, wanting his fingers or tongue to play with it, your folds wet with your own arousal. sungchan spread your legs even more, his left hand placed at the back of your right thigh, holding it up against your chest, your other leg assuming the same position automatically. his free hand wrapped around his cock, giving it one single stroke before pressing his pink head against your clit, moving it side to side against it. you let out a small sigh merged with a moan, the slight relief heavenly. sungchan smirked, not needing to look at your blissful expression to know you liked it — he didn’t spend much time toying with you like that however, pushing away for just a second so he could spit on his cock, smearing his saliva along it’s entire thickness before finally tapping his dripping tip against your hole, looking up at you as he slid in, your eyes locked as both your faces contorted into ones that showed explicit pleasure, moving his hips the full way until he bottomed out.

“you feel just as good as i remember” sungchan muttered “such a pretty pussy, taking me so well”

no time was wasted after that. sungchan’s strokes started growing in speed, starting languid until he was pistoning into you, both hands now pressing your thighs against your chest, damn nearly completely folding you in half, his eyes shifting between your glossy with pleasure expression and the sight of your cunt swallowing him whole, your clit twitching as your high started to build, your entire being so immersed in how good sungchan’s cock felt stretching you out it didn’t take nearly as long as it usually would for your orgasm to threaten to rupture.

sungchan kept going, fucking you steadily, his own bliss or the way your slick walls clamped down around his girth not stopping him from giving you everything he had, all the pent up need he had felt for you ever since your break-up releasing itself in that moment — all it took being one louder moan from you, your fingers digging at his arms and your body shaking ever so slightly for him to cum too, following your lead almost, his seed filling your pussy up nicely.

you both stood still for a moment, catching your breaths, your firm grip on sungchan’s arms loosening and his fingers losing strength from the hold they had on the plush flesh of your thighs. you were both in nirvana, so caught up in your own ecstasy you forgot everything, both your minds numb in pleasure before slowly coming back to yourselves.

minutes later, after you both cleaned up, you now laid on sungchan’s bed, his scent almost overwhelming, everything surrounding you his — the hold he had around you, his sheets covering you up to your nose, even the t-shirt you wore.

“does this all mean i’m forgiven?” he questioned, breaking the silence you had surrounded yourselves with.

“you're still the shittiest boyfriend a girl could ever have, so i don’t know” you answered, this time actually thinking about what you were saying.

“you are laying in my bed tho, so where does that leave us?” sungchan replied, a small chuckle between his words.

“i guess we’re both just shitty… that’s probably it”

#CHAT SHES BACK😭😭😭#and still AMAZING like always..

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snoopyana · 1 month ago

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i wont lie, its kinda scary sending asks to you. you seem lowkey intimidating but sweet at the same time😭

please don’t be scared guys, i don’t bite. i swear i don’t 💔💔💔 im literally so nice and and and amazing and crave the interaction REAL BAD

#yana speaks . . !!#♡ — anons!!#i beg.#don’t leave me hanging babes #oh but i am awkward.#sorry about that

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snoopyana · 1 month ago

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▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. chenle x fem!reader (ft. kun)

| warnings. kidnapping, mention of physical violence.

a.n.: it's been stuck in my drafts for a while and idk what to do with it so here we are.

it takes a few ringtones before chenle’s call gets picked up, waiting a couple of seconds until he hears kun’s groggy voice on the other side of the phone.

“... hello?”

“uh, kun?” chenle has never felt more stressed out in his life before. he hopes kun doesn’t notice how terrified he sounds. “i, like… really need your help right now.”

he hears kun shifting in his bedsheets, turning on the lamp on his nightstand. chenle can clearly imagine the frown he has on his face. “why the fuck do you need my help at 3 o’clock in the morning?”

“if i call you now, you can guess it’s really important,” he answers, bringing his fingers almost by reflex to his mouth, biting down on his already short nails. “...please.”

kun snorts. “it pains you that much to say please?” he jokes, but he knows that word would’ve never left chenle’s mouth if he didn’t need his help desperately. “i’m coming,” he sighs, “where’re you?”

“well, huh…” chenle looks around, the streets being totally empty, yellow lights lighting up the place, his shadow showing up on the pavement beside him. “i’ll send you my location.”

kun sits up on his bed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm while letting out a yawn. chenle can hear his feet walking on the floor, surely picking up clothes from the night before.

“okay, i’ll be there in… 20 minutes,” he announces, but he’ll arrive in too long. far too long.

“no, no… kun, you don’t understand. i need you here, like, immediately.” chenle specifies, feeling the blood draining from his face little by little. he’s so fucking stressed his hand is shaking as he passes it through his hair, his heartbeat literally being out of pace.

kun sighs yet again, finding the situation more like a bother to him. “alright, alright!” he agrees, but it’s not like he had any other choice anyway. “let me put some pants on… and-” he pauses, struggling to pass his feet through the holes of his jeans with just one hand, “i’ll be there in 5.”

chenle feels the slightest relieved. “bring your ass here quick.”

—

when kun closes the door as he takes the driver seat, the car shakes a little, breaking chenle’s running thoughts at the same time. his friend says nothing for the first couple of seconds, making the beating of his heart the only sound he hears.

despite staying silent as well, chenle is the opposite of calm. he wants to appear calm and collected, but he’s not. he knows he’s fucked up, kun’s first reaction is enough to remind him of that, but he really isn’t feeling that bad. not for you, at least.

your body is lying unconscious on the backseats, not one single muscle moving. he didn’t think the hit on your head would knock you out for this long. well, to be fair, he didn’t think this through at all.

“i can’t believe this,” kun grumbles to himself, but he says it loudly enough for chenle to hear, too.

“what else did you want me to do!?” he responds, quick to defend his actions. “you’re the only one i could call. i sure as hell wouldn’t have asked renjun,” chenle explains, “or worse, mark. he probably would’ve pissed his pants or something.”

kun scoffs, amazed that chenle still has the heart to say so much nonsense. “don’t you have any self-control? do you even realize the amount of bullshit you put yourself into?”

the youngest groans as if annoyed to be reminded of the seriousness of the situation. he looks outside his window, not wanting to give kun any answer, but he doesn’t seem to be done scolding chenle.

“you’re lucky i’m not beating your ass right now because you fucking deserve it. what went through your head?”

chenle stays silent, gulping down. he keeps a stern expression, not looking at kun, even though he feels his angry eyes on him.

what does kun expect him to say anyway? everything happened so fast, he didn’t think twice. he doesn’t even know your name, and yet, he felt the impulse to have you. you were alone in an empty street, not looking around you, trusting fate a little too blindly. it was too easy, too obvious, he had to do it.

a whim, kun would call it. a sense of immaturity chenle still hasn't yet resolved. or whatever psychological shit he’d say.

but sometimes he just does stupid stuff without thinking of the consequences. it’s nothing deep. he does agree this time was stupider than any other. and he shouldn’t have acted so impulsively. that doesn’t mean he regrets it, though.

#UGGGGHHHHH I LOVE IT #i woke up and remembered i had basically begged for this the other day #and it did NOT disappoint me…#mel my girl…you cooked here 😭#and idc if its short i can just imagine what happens next and im liking iy #a lot.#😛😛

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