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     It was another Saturday night. Drinking, dancing with friends, thinking about going home with a hot stranger. The life of a twenty-something-year-old seemed easy. It was the party years for Y/n so she ought to enjoy them, right? 

     Her friends had long since found their entertainment for the evening, leaving her pretty much by herself. She’d danced with a few people, but no one seemed to catch her eye this evening. She should just leave the place. It was nearing three am now and her feet were starting to hurt in her heels.

     “You here alone?” a voice came from behind her. She turned her head around to look at the man who questioned her.

     Looks alone could have made her get to her knees. He was wearing an all-black two-piece suit, a couple of buttons undone on top with no tie. His dark hair was short but well-kept. Not to mention his Australian accent too.

     “Not anymore,” Y/n smiled at him as he sat his glass down on the table she was standing at.

     “I’m Chris,” the man offered his hand to her

     “Y/n,” she told him over the music as she put her hand in his.

     Chris brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Y/n blushed at the simple action and he noticed as he set her hand on the table with his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “Did your friends leave you here all by yourself?”

     “Yeah. I was just about to go home myself before you showed up.”

     “Well, let me buy you a drink then?”

     “How can I say no.” 

     Chris led her to the bar and put the drinks in before he led her over to the VIP area.

     “Did you rent a table just for yourself or were you with someone else tonight?” Y/n asked as she took a seat next to him on the large sofa, his arm resting behind her on the back of the sofa

     “A couple of friends were with me. They left not too long ago,” Chris admitted as one of the bottle girls came with their drinks and hurried off Chris thanked her, “I figured I’d see if I can find someone interesting before I left.”

     “And did you?” Y/n questioned while she leaned forward and grabbed her drink from the table.

     “Don’t know yet, I did find a beauty,” He complimented as he moved his hand to gently run up her back

     Y/n took a sip of her drink and set it back on the table. She turned back to him. That smile may be the death of her tonight. His hand ended at the nape of her neck. Y/n smiled again, moving one of her legs over his lap to straddle him. Chris returned the smile as he pulled her forward, nose just barely touching. “You are interesting,” Chris growled, “I like you.”

     “Do you now?” Y/n returned his flirty energy as she slid her hands up his chest

     “I do. And if you keep touching me like that I’m going to fuck you on this sofa.”

     “Don’t you think if someone saw us they’d kick us out?”

     “Oh, baby. Someone could walk over and see you riding me and they wouldn’t bat an eye.”

     “And why do you think that?”

     The hand that was on the back of her neck moved to her front, taking hold of the column of her throat. He brought his lips up to her ear.

     “I don't think. I know, it's my club after all. What I say goes and I get what I want.” his voice was low in her ear, making her shiver. His hand moved away from her throat and moved to the small of her back, almost on her ass.

     “What do you want now?” She inquired

     “I have what I want. A beauty sitting on my lap.” Chris smiled before he leaned forward and grabbed his drink off the table. Y/n moved backward as he leaned forward. She held onto his shoulders to make sure she didn’t fall.

     He sat back and pushed her right against his chest. He took a sip of his drink before laying the arm on the back. “Though I do think you’d look better down on your knees.”

     “You’re gonna have to kiss me if you want down there.”

     “I can arrange that,” Chris smiled before pulling her down to his lips. Y/n smiled and cupped his cheeks. His lips were warm and plump, a perfect feeling. Y/n moaned against his lips as she enjoyed the feeling. 

     His tongue ran along her bottom lip, asking to be invited in. She gladly obliged and let his tongue slide in and explore her further. His hand moved to hold her hip whilst his tongue tangled with hers, saliva mixing before he pulled away and looked up at her. 

     “Let me take you back to mine, Princess?” he asked, kissing down her neck

     “What happened to fucking me right here on the sofa?” Y/n laughed

     “Hm. Want you all to myself first.” 

     “Let's go.”

     Y/n got off his lap and quickly finished her drink as he stood and did the same. Placing the glass on the table before fixing his jacket. 

     Chris guided her through the club and out the front. Security nodded at him as the two passed. He led her over to a completely blacked-out Benz. Taking a few steps in front of her to open the passenger door. 

     Y/n smiled as she slid inside. Chris shut the door as she secured herself in the seat. He made his way to the driver's side and started the car. Dashboard came to life as he buckled himself in. He didn't waste a second pulling away from the curb, speeding off into the night. 

     One of his hands came and rested on the top of her thigh. “You bring you’re clubgoers home often?” Y/n joked

     “No. You’re the first, princess,” Chris smiled as he glanced at her before looking back at the road, sliding his hand to rest just at the hem of her dress. 

     “Hm, aren’t I special?” 

     “You just might me.” Chris took a turn as he squeezed her thigh.

     Minutes later, he pulled into a building's parking garage and quickly got a spot. He turned the engine off and undid his seat belt, as well as hers before getting out and coming around to her side again. Chris opened up the car door and offered a hand to her. Y/n smiled at how much of a gentleman he was. Guys like him are hard to find nowadays.

     She took his hand and got out of the car. Chris was quick to pull her against him once again as he closed the door behind her. He backed her up against the car, pushing his lips onto her. Large hands gripping her hips, pulling them against his. She could feel his semi growing in his slacks and moaned against his lips.

     Her hands grabbed his collared shirt, undoing another button or two before he pulled away again and picked her up. Y/n squeaked at the surprise movement and grabbed his shoulders. His hands were situated under her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

     The dress rode up a bit so she could feel his warm hands on her skin. He pulled her away from the car and made his way towards the elevator. Y/n used the time between the car and the lift to kiss under his jaw and along his neck. Certain spots ticked him more, making him squeeze her ass. She’d moan against his skin, slightly getting off on teasing him.

     Chris pressed the up button to head up before resting her back against the wall. Pulling her head back and attacking her neck, biting and licking everywhere he could reach before the elevator opened. 

     He pulled her up off the wall and brought her in. Quickly pressing one of the buttons before she was back against a wall with her lips on her neck again. Her fingers gripped the back of his neck and blazer.

    Chris kept a good grip on her as the elevator moved. Making out inside a moving shaft was a little more tricky, especially when you're slightly intoxicated. Y/n laughed at him a few times when he did sway. 

     The minute the elevator stopped he grabbed her from the wall and walked out of the elevator. She’d rarely taken in her surroundings as he walked but knew they’d walked straight into his place from the elevator.

     ‘He’s rich rich. Damn’ she thought as he brought her into a room and laid her back on a mattress

     He stood back for a moment and tossed off the blazer before he was back on her, legs resting on his hips. Lips attacked her and their tongues quickly tangled together. His hand slid up and pushed the skirt of her dress up. 

     “Fucking beauty,” Chris pulled away and moved his kisses down to her neck, rolling his hips against her. 

     “Chris, need you in me,” Y/n moaned as her 

     “Hm. Eager?” Chris chuckled, hands roaming her body till he found the dress’ zipper. 

     He was quick to discard the fabric along with his shirt. Leaving her in her panties and heels.

     “No bra?” He kissed her breasts, cupping one whilst the other hand snuck under her panties. 

     Y/n would have replied but the feeling of his calloused hands against her clit made every thought leave her head. Chris smiled, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and drawing small circles on her clit. 

     The moans fell embarrassingly loud and quick from her lips. “Getting all fucked out from a little foreplay princess?” Chris teased as he switched breasts 

     “No,” Y/n moaned. 

     “Really?” Chris chuckled and moved his fingers down, rubbing between her folds. His fingers quickly got coated in her slick. He ran the two slick-coated fingers up and down a few times before pushing the two fingers into her

     “Oh fuck,” Y/n damn near screamed from the stretch

     “You like me stretching you open princess?” Chris teased more 

     His fingers weren't necessarily long or thick, but they were definitely a better feeling than most of the guys she’d been with. She’d lost it when she realized a moment later that he also knew how to use them. She was curious about his dicking down skills. 

     She was completely fucked if she was ever with someone else after him if his dick was as good as his fingers. 

     “God yes,” Y/n moaned as she gripped his shoulders 

     Chris’ thumb rubbed those small stimulating circles into her clit as he scissored her open. Her head pressed hard into the mattress as her body arched towards his. He was falling in love with the effect he had on her. He pulled away from her breasts and propped himself up to watch her facial expressions 

     “Gonna make a mess on my fingers for me princess?”

     “Yes,” Y/n moaned as her legs tightened around his hips, “please make me come, Chris.”

     “So cute when you beg,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her moans. Y/n melted into the sheets under him as she finally came on his fingers. The knot snapped as quickly as it formed. 

     His fingers slowed down and moved to pump in and out of her rather than open her for him. “You have a safe word, Princess?”

     “Traffic light,” Y/n replied

     “Color?” Chris kissed her cheek

     “Green.”

     He slipped a third finger into her and sped up his pace, “Give me another one princess.”

     Y/n moved a band from his shoulder into his hair, gripping at what she could in his hair. His lips laid against her neck. His thumb rolled circles lazily into her clit still. He pressed a little harder onto the bud and made her scream. 

     “Give it to me, princess.” his fingers picked up their pace. The fabric of her panties restricted his movement a bit. He half wanted to rip the fabric off of her. He could feel they had gotten a bit wet from her first orgasm. 

     “Faster, please. ‘M close,” Y/n moaned

     Chris pulled back, fingers still thrusting into her. He pulled her panties off her legs as quickly as he could, tossing them away. He leaned over her, hand planted on the bed next to her head, and picked up his speed. 

     Her mouth hung open as she gripped the sheets of his bed. Body arching and shaking. Chris pushed a fourth fingering in as a train of fucks left her mouth. The sound of her soaked cunt getting fucked open on his fingers filled the room with her moans and fucked out babbling. 

     “‘M gonna come,” Y/n repeated, a thin layer of sweat rolling along her skin. 

     Chris watched her come on his finger again. He pulled his fingers out, watching the liquid flow out of her and her clench around nothing. He got down between her legs, pushing them open, and leaned in, licking a strip from her entrance up to her clit. 

     Y/n shivered at the roughness of his tongue on her sensitive clit. Chris smiled as he sat up on his knees. He moved her body up to lay her head on the pillows. Y/n caught her breath and eyed him. He was very well built, with a few scars on his upper body. Maybe an ex-military man turned bougie club owner? 

     Chris smiled at her as he undid his belt with one hand, pulling it from the slacks belt loops. Her eyes fell on the large bulge in his pants, blushing a bit thinking about the size he truly was. He kicked off the pants and dress shoes.

     “Gonna keep these pretty heels on while I fuck you?” Chris asked as he leaned forward, running a hand along her calf down to her ankle

     “Mhm. Take them off your princess?” Y/n teased

     “Spoiled you already haven't I?” Chris laughed 

     Nonetheless, he undid the ability straps of her heels and tossed them to the floor. Y/n pulled him up to her lips again. Chris gladly did so as he grinded down against her, both groaning into the kiss.

     Y/n ran a hand between their bodies and palmed his erection over his boxers. Chris pulled his lips away from hers and pressed his forehead into her shoulder. Catching her hand between their bodies before she moved to grab the waistband. 

     He sat back and pulled them down and off his legs. Finally, let his erection breathe and stand tall as he tossed the last bit of fabric onto the floor with their other clothes. 

     “Holy fuck,” Y/n breathed out as she eyed him in all his glory. She was screwed for anyone else after this. 

     “Getting nervous princess.” Chris got up momentarily, grabbing something from a bedside table and tossing it on the bed. Box of condoms

     “Mm. You're hot, know how to make a girl come and use protection without being told? I might just stick around you for a while,” Y/n smiled as he grabbed a condom from the package, opening up the foil. 

     “Can't say I'm opposed to keeping you after tonight,” Chris replied as he rolled the rubber onto his cock before settling between her legs, pulling them up to rest her ankles on his shoulders as his hands rest under her ass. Her lower half was being held up off the bed by him.

     One hand left her ass momentarily and lined his tip up with her cunt. His hands gripped her ass as he pushed into her. Y/n grabbed at his sheets as he filled her up. God, the stretch of his dick was better than his fingers. He was big, that was the only way to describe him. Not like, massively, but he was well above average. Both length and girth wise.

     He took it slow, allowing her to adjust to his cock inside her warm walls. The position just made it more pleasurable. The elevation was helping him reach places that she didn’t even know she had in her. Her eyes were already rolling back when he finally pulled back and slammed into her.

     “Fuck!” Y/n screamed

     “So fucking warm in here. Make we wanna keep you here with me,” Chris groaned as he fucked into her

     Sweat rolled down both their bodies. The room was big but it felt so hot everywhere. The sounds all mixed together: moans, skin-hitting skin, cursing, everything. This man had managed to fuck every single thought out of her head, and in an hour at that. Most men couldn’t even do that in general.

     The knot in her lower stomach was back, tightening quickly as Chris’ thrusts. She was ninety-nine percent sure that he put her in this position to repeatedly hit her g-spot with his dick. And that was exactly what he was doing.

     His eyes watched her every move. Her breasts bounced with his thrusts and her eyes threatened to close. Incoherent words coming from her lips. If only he could take a picture of her. She looked like an angel to him in that fucked out moment.

     “‘M… come…” The words brokenly fell from her lips.

     “Use your big girl words, princess.”

     “Gonna come.” She stated as her hands came up from gripping his silk sheets to knead her breasts

     “You wanna come on my cock now?” Chris teased

     “Yes! Please… me come… cock.”

     Chris chuckled at her broken sentence. He found it cute that he had her fucked out to the point she could barely speak. Part of him wanted to see her just a babbling drooling mess in his sheets. 

     Her walls clamped down around him and broke him from his thoughts. “Fuck, princess. Do that again and I’ll let you come on my cock,” He groaned

     “Please Chrissy,” Y/n begged as her walls clamped down on him again

     “Shit,” Chris picked up his pace as she came on his cock. Her body was shaking in his hands as he drilled into her, chasing his own high. 

     One final thrust had Chris sinking himself into her and shooting into the condom. His head tilted back to the ceiling as he sat on cloud nine. Once he got down from the ecstasy, he pulled out and set her lower body back on the bed. 

     “Feeling okay, princess?” Chris asked as he kissed her forehead

     “Mhm,” Y/n nodded, eyes drooping closed. She was exhausted

     “I’ll be right back, ‘kay?” Chris got up from the bed and took off the condom, tying it and making sure it didn’t break before tossing it in the trash. He walked out of the room and into his kitchen. 

     He flicked the lights on and almost got scared shit less when he saw two of his friends sitting at his bar. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?” He asked, continuing on his task, grabbing water and pain reliever for the girl in his bed.

     “Why is your dick out?” Jisung asked him

     “Why are you sitting in my kitchen in the dark with Bin at almost fucking five in the morning?” He retorted

     “You didn’t answer you’re phone so we came over,” Changbin answered

     “Yeah. You sounded busy so we figured we wait,” Jisung added

     “Like fucking creeps?!” Chan yelled

     “Says the one with his dick out!” Changbin retorted

     “It’s my fucking place! I walk around naked all the fucking time. Sue me!”

     “Pervert,” Jisung sighed

     “What did you guys need?”

     “I’m not talking business while staring at you’re dick man,” Changbin stated

     “Then piss off? Come back later.” With that, Chan shut off the light with the two objects he came in for and walked back into the room.

     She was passed out on his sheets. He set the water and medicine on the end table before going into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it before heading back over and cleaning up the mess between her legs.

     She moved slightly and groaned as he finished up. “Wake up princess. Gotta drink some water and use the bathroom.” Chris whispered

     “‘M tired,” Y/n whined

     “I know Princess. Come here,” Chris picked her up and carried her over to the bathroom, set her down on the toilet, and gave her a minute. One night stand or not, he was still gonna take care of the girl after he pretty much blew her back out. He quickly changed the bed sheets and put fresh ones on before she called for him again

     “Chris…” Y/n called

     He headed back into the bathroom and cleaned her up again before carrying her back to the bed. He got her to take the medicine and water before climbing under the fresh sheets with her and wrapping his arms around her, pulling him against his chest. Going to sleep as the sun was rising. 

     He probably got three hours of sleep before he heard his name being yelled from his hallway. The voice belonged to Minho. He opted to get out there before he kicked the door down with Y/n still there.

     He groaned and untangled himself from the girl, grabbed his boxers, and quickly got out of the room, quietly closing the door. He found Minho smiling at him. “What do you want?” He asked

     In Minho fashion, he just turned and walked into the man’s kitchen. Chan followed and found the other six sitting there waiting. “Oh thank god his dick isn’t out.” Jisung sighed in relief

     “What are all of you doing here?”

     “Shipment got intercepted last night,” Changbin said

     “Again, why are all of you here?” Chan asked again

     “Because we need to figure out who the hell has our shipping schedule, old man,” Seungmin commented

     “Well, you chose a shitty time.”

     “That girl still here?” Jisung asked

     “Yes. So fucking leave,” Chan ran his hands over his face

     “So you can blow the poor girls back out again?” Changbin asked

     “She as pretty as she sounds?” Jisung added

     “You guys heard them?” Hyunjin asked

     “He didn’t answer his phone so we showed up to figure out what was going on,” Jisung answered with a shrug

     “And you call me a pervert,” Chan sighed, “Look, I will text you guys when she leaves so we can figure this out. For now, Felix, can you look into the camera footage and see if you can find the tracking for what we lost? Minho and Jeongin, go down to the dock and talk to the our guys that were on duty and anyone else.”

     “What about the rest of us?” Seungmin asked

     “I’m sure you guys have things to do,” Chan sighed and walked back to his room. 

     He opened up the door to find Y/n sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked over at him as he entered the room. “Where’d you go?” she asked 

     “A couple of buddies of mine came over. Told them to come back later,” Chris crawled back into his bed with her, “how are you feeling princess?”

     “Sore,” She replied, laying in his arms after he opened them to her, “In a good way though.”

     “Good enough to let me take you on a date,” Chris smiled and kissed the top of her head.

     “Gonna keep me around now?” Y/n joked as she looked up at him

     “You said it yourself last night, you’re my princess,” Chris leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

     Y/n cupped his cheeks and kissed him back. Much softer than the kisses they had already shared. Chris pulled her on top of him, holding onto her hips as she straddled him— though it was rather short-lived.

     “One more thing!” Minho’s voice came as the door flew open.

     “Dude!” Chan yelled at his friend as he pulled away from the kiss

     “Was I right?” Jisung jumped into the room

     “You have interesting friends,” Y/n told the man below her.

     “I’m about to kill them all.” Chris sighed

     “I was right. She is as hot as she sounds,” Jisung smiled which made five more fill into the room. Chan did his best to hide her from their eyes but it was probably too late.

     “You know, if you’re gonna take her on a date, we might as well meet her,” Changbin stated

     “He’s right old man,” Seungmin added

     Chris looked at Y/n, hoping she’d tell him to get them the fuck out of there. But she agreed with them. Chris groaned, “Fine, kitchen.” 

     The seven men made their way out of the room. Chris moved around the room and grabbed a pair of sweats for himself and one of his plain t-shirts for her. Y/n thanked him, slipped the shirt over her head and stood up. Her legs were still a bit shaky from last night, but she could walk. Didn’t stop him from picking her up like he did last night and carrying her out to the kitchen. 

     “Awe, he’s such a gentleman,” Jeongin teased him as Chan set her down on the counter.

     Y/n looked around the room. The first thing she really noticed was that Chris’ friends were just as hot as he was. If there wasn’t a possible relationship with Chris, she’d probably give the others a chance too.

     Chris introduced each of them to her, each just as nice as he was, but a little more chaotic. Y/n could tell the eight were close. Almost like brothers in a sense. 

     But then Y/n noticed an object hanging from Han’s side, “Is that a gun?”

     Everyone stopped for a moment and looked to see who had their gun out. “Jisung,” Chris said

     “Whoops…” Han’s face flushed as he fixed his coat to hide it like it was gonna take away from the fact that Y/n had seen it

     “Why do you have a gun?” Y/n continued

     “You didn’t tell her, did you?” Felix asked his friend

     Chan shook his head, “Didn’t come up?”

     “Tell me what?” Y/n looked at him.

     “Uhhhh.”

     Chris scratched the back of his head, trying to find the softer words to tell her that the eight guys she was hanging out with were—

     “Chan’s the leader of this big underground gang and we all work for him. Why was that hard to say,” Minho said as blunt as ever.

     “That’s one way to say it I guess,” Hyunjin added

     “So, I fucked a mafia boss?”

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✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ mention of sick, mention of bleeding, swearing

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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT ☆ MILESTONES

"Honey-" Felix swerved a few people stumbling into his path. "I've been looking for you."

"And I've been looking for you!" You shout over the loud music, rhythm thumping in your chest. "I wanted to see your pretty face."

You laugh at the blush spreading across his freckled cheeks, playfully poking his nose. He smiles shyly, hand snaking down your arm to hold your hand gently.

"You look beautiful."

"I look the same way I always do," You shrug.

"Exactly."

You're about to reply when you're interrupted by shouting to your right. In front of the kitchen island is Jisung, getting right up on top. Chan and Changbin hang nearby, you notice, a knowing smile on your face.

"Can I get everybody's attention pleeeease!" He lifts his cup into the air, other hand holding a microphone. Below him are boxes covered in black sheets, guarded by the other two. "So I know this is a party Jeongin put together to celebrate me hitting one million, which, by the way, I'm so incredibly grateful for! However, I have another announcement." Jisung gestures to Chan and Changbin. "We have an announcement."

Carefully, he steps down from the island, crowd moving out of the way for others to see.

"This Sunday, we're releasing an album that's been in the works for the past months. Our baby," Jisung looks down at his feet, a small smile gracing his features. "You'll be able to find our music on all platforms under the name '3racha', and you'll all be gifted one of these."

Finally, Chan and Changbin move, removing the black sheets off the boxes to reveal multiple copies of their album. A few boxes contain CD'S, and others vinyl records, all of them signed.

An excited cheer goes through the crowd and you couldn't stop smiling. You know how much this meant to your best friend, that it had always been his dream to make music with the people he loved. You want to congratulate him, but as soon as he finished talking, the crowd moved into the island.

"I'm so happy for them!" You turn to look at Felix, but he was already looking at you with stars in his eyes.

"Me too," He nods, smiling wide, leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek.

notes ☆ FINALLY IT'S OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED ‼️‼️ and finally rising stars is dead and mari has left the internet

taglist ☆ @marcillfll @toplinelix @neri-ner @tfshouldidohere @imasimplol @samvagejkflxhrt @yennifersgeralt @aestheticsluut @evermourning @tenebrisirae @roseidol @veryjeongintxtkid @amara-mars @chrizzlaptop @bmnyy @sheeshhhhfelixsworld @ellelabelle @gini143 @mrsseals16 @veedoesntknaur @channiesstars @daydreamer5006 @luvvvash @amesification @skzswife @blamemef0rit @soulphoenix1618 @lovingmny @stvrfir3 @boo-ven9eance @adestayskz @rag-iii @enchantedgrunge @mytherapisttoldmenotto @strawberry-dreamland @oh-my-fancan @lucktales @cookielino @fantasyaddict123 @sleeplessmin @alexxxxxthebitxh @flirtyskzbutterfly @vixensss @hannahs-docx @hash2013 @lovestayforev @sserafimez @theblindhag @liknws @hannahhbahng

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[matryosika]

𝗢𝗧𝟴: 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀.

Wordcount — 6,295 words.

Includes — Mentions of gangbangs, somnophilia, impregnation kink, cuckolding, petplay, (❗) omorashi [it only appears in Minho's section and the title is bolded in red, for those who might want to skip it], anal sex, multiple partners, exhibitionism, graphoerotica, pain (therefore, masochism), bondage, mind break, facefucking, drool/spit kink, temperature play, sensory deprivation, sexual corruption, dacryphilia, edging, choking, humiliation and orgasm denial/ruined orgasm. Overall, most of the scenarios include oral sex, creampies, penetrative sex, use of petnames and a few dirty dialogues.

Author's Note — Please remember that English it's mot my first language! I wrote this as a way to ease my writer's block, and this is my take on which kinks/fantasies I believe each member might have! This is not proofread so I apologize for any mistakes in advanced.

Bang Chan

Gangbangs

I don’t see Chan as someone selfish or possessive when it comes to you. As long as he is sure the relationship is stable and the communication between both parties is clear, Chan doesn’t mind sharing. Of course, he wouldn’t share you with just anyone —he is very selective when it comes to granting someone a privilege like you are. But when he is sure his relationship is stable enough to perform such practice, and he has a few people in mind who would be down to it, Chan really enjoys gangbangs. 

I really see him as the first one to bring the topic up. Whether he isn’t sure if you are into those things or not, I feel like he would actually be the one to propose it. 

Chan really thrives on pleasuring you, he really does, so the idea of being able to fuck you while another pair of hands are touching your body and making you feel good it’s enough to drive him to the edge. However, a threesome wouldn’t be enough for him —he needs to see you being pleasured in all the ways possible. And by that I mean having him inside your cunt, while someone else’s fingers are working on your clit and some other’s mouth is all over your breasts, sucking on your nipples and making you squirm. On top of that, the idea of someone fucking your ass and someone else fucking your mouth while he gets to fuck your sweet, wet pussy drives him insane. 

Watching you being used by all of his good friends and overwhelmed with pleasure is such a turn on for him,

Somnophilia

Oh, he's definitely into somnophilia. For sure. But instead of him getting to fuck you in your sleep, he wants you to do it. 

Perhaps it’s the “free use” aspect of it that he really likes, but the idea of you sneaking underneath the blankets just to press your body tightly against him, or touch him while he is sleeping, is something he would really like to try. 

There’s not really a way of putting this kink on the table in a casual conversation, and even the thought of having to voice the words I want you to use my body while I’m sleeping makes him nervous. But one night, when he feels your hand teasing the hems of his shorts while he is almost falling asleep, the words come out of him so casually you have a hard time understanding what he wants. 

But really, it is not that hard to understand. Chan wants you to touch him while he is asleep, he wants you to wake him up with your hands around his girth as it grows bigger under your grip. He wants you to suck him off while he lets out quiet and raspy whimpers, trying to differentiate if he is dreaming or if you are really going down on him while he isn’t fully conscious. 

Perhaps it’s a weird practice, but once you do it, you start getting the appeal of it. Having him bare-faced and half naked in your bed, with his cock hard and leaking precum, all while he is still asleep really gets you going too. 

Impregnation

 Chan's instincts get the best of him during sex. Not only he becomes more primal, but it would seem as if his inhibitions go away as his arousal increases. To be honest, Chan never fully realized he had such a kink until he got to come inside you for the first time ever. You were on the pill and, as far as you two were concerned, it was safe —but, in the meantime, all Chan could think about what if it wasn't. While you two were fucking, it was inevitable for Chan to think about getting to come inside you on your most fertile days perhaps with the only purpose of getting you pregnant. Later on, he realized the thrill wasn't really about getting to come inside you but what it all represented —the ultimate act of love and dominance, being sure that a part of him is still inside you even though he is not around. 

On top of that, I kind of see Chan as someone who acts animalistic during sex. When you tease him by telling him you are in those days (fertility window), something sparks within him —the need to be fucking you every hour of those days, filling your cunt with cum and making sure you don’t waste any drops of it. 

Sometimes, all Chan wants everyone to know what you do when you are with him, and how good you are for even allowing him to come inside you. And what better way to tell the world that he is fucking you good than bearing his child? 

Minho

Cuckolding

When it comes to pleasing you, Minho knows he is the best. He knows you well enough, knows your weak spots and knows exactly what to do every time to make your body react the way he wants to. He knows that no one will ever get close to how skillful he is when it comes to you, and he is not afraid to prove that to you and the world.

It started off innocently, when you confessed to him that you found Changbin attractive —far from making him jealous, it aroused curiosity in him. For a reason beyond him, that night he jerked off to the thought of Changbin fucking you in his bed —rough, primal and messy. In his fantasy, he was sitting right in front of the bed, with his hard cock inside his fist and his eyes fixed on you and his friend. 

He wasn’t ashamed of such a preference, but it wasn’t something he would willingly bring to the table —there wasn’t really a way to deliver the news that he was crazily fantazising about you fucking other men while he got to watch. 

But when he did, when he told you all about his secret fantasy, you felt curious too. 

Later on you understood the appeal —there was something filthy in getting fucked in front by the one you loved the most, in the way your hazy eyes fixed on him wile another men fucked your tight cunt under your boyfriend’s orders. 

Because when Minho wasn’t quietly grunting and jerking off to the scene, he would boss the other man around —whether it was his friend or another person you two found to bring into the mix, Minho sometimes enjoyed giving them orders regarding how to fuck you.

At the end of the day, he knew that no one could do it like he can.

Petplay

When it comes to him, this kink doesn't reduce itself to calling you pet names such as kitten, bunny or puppy. 

Minho really likes to take things further with this kink, by buying you pretty collars with your own name plate, leashes, other accessories and a pretty cage of your own. The thing with pet play, for him, is humiliation and proof of your submission —he gets hard at your obedience, at how you would do anything he asks you to just to serve him.

When he asks you to crawl on all fours for him, wearing that fur tail inside your tight ass and a pair of kitten ears on top of your head, you don’t hesitate. You stare at him with doe eyes and he can’t help but tauntingly smile at such a humiliating act, his cock pulsating underneath his pants at the sight of your wet cunt that only gets wetter the more he orders you around.

Minho is also the type to pat your head or scratch your chin while he tells you how much of a good kitten/puppy/bunny you are. However, when you’ve done wrong, he doesn’t hesitate to punish you —locking you inside your pretty cage, naked and on all fours with all of your body exposed to his delight. 

These days though, you have tried your best to be a good pet to him.

After all, you love the treats Minho gives you when you behave and do as he says!

Omorashi

Minho never knew it was a thing until he had to google it —“I got hard when I saw my girlfriend desperate to pee”. Even typing those words made him feel filthy, but not even that embarrassment prevented him from developing an attraction to such an unusual preference. 

It all happened at a public park, where there were no restrooms near. You stared at Minho with furrowed eyebrows and big eyes, telling him that you just couldn’t hold it any longer.

The way your thighs squeezed together and a few moans and whimpers escaped through your lips as you tried your best to remain dry got the best out of Minho, whose cock got painfully hard just by the sight of your legs pressed together while you bit your lower lip.

“Fuck,” you sighed with both relief and concern, closing your eyes with your eyebrows still as furrowed. Your lips parted ever so slightly, allowing a few sighs to escape through them as you no longer could hold it in.

The sight of you wetting yourself, after all those minutes of despair you had gone through, aroused Minho. And the fantasy of getting to see your soaked underwear dripping paired with the embarrassment in your face was driving him insane, but he just couldn’t figure out what was so attractive about that.

To this day, something you recall as an embarrassing memory, it’s what Minho revisits in his imagination every night he doesn’t get to fuck you, roughly stroking his cock to the memory of your wet clothes and whimpers of relief.

Changbin

Anal sex

He loves it. A lot.

Not only because it’s much more tighter than your sweet cunt, but because of how filthy and taboo anal sex it still is. 

There’s nothing Changbin adores more than being able to see himself bottoming out inside your ass, feeling how it swallows him full even when you are moaning and crying in both pleasure and pain —the sight of his thick girth stretching you out is enough to drive him to the edge. 

Although the go-to position for this practice is being on all fours, Changbin loves it the most when he gets to fuck your ass in missionary.  He loves hearing you gasp when he enters you for the first time that day, your eyes widening as you feel the painful, but slow stretch his cock provides. He loves to see how your cunt clenches around thin air as he makes his way inside your hole.

Sometimes he can’t help but groan too when he feels your tight walls squeezing him harshly. He starts off slowly and increases the pace of his thrusts as you get used to him, finishing off with a rough, messy anal sex that you both enjoy a lot.

In those times, where things escalate quickly, Changbin adores hearing your cute whimpers and sobs every time he pushes his cock deeper inside you. If the position allows him to, he would even play with your clit and stuff your empty cunt with two of his fingers while he fucks your ass. 

Lastly, he also thrives on coming inside your tightest hole, filling it to the brim with this cum until it leaks out of you. 

The messier, the better, Changbin thinks.

Multiple partners

One of Changbin’s ultimate sexual fantasies.

Changbin, who has a great stamina, fantasies about engaging in sexual relationships with multiple women at the same time —the man knows he is capable of that and more.

More often than not, Changbin has this recurring fantasy; fantasy in which he finds himself in a hotel room with 8 or 9 other women, all naked and at his full disposal. 

Changbin pictures him fucking every single one of them —sometimes, he also pictures some of them fucking with each other in front of him. But truly, all Changbin cares about is to be able to satisfy each and every one of them properly. 

He wants to fuck one women while both of his hands work on other two sweet pussies, getting hard at the sound and sight of the pleasure he is providing them with. At the same time, he wants to feel hands and lips all over his body, begging for his attention. Deep down, he knows he is capable of giving it to them if they wait just a little longer.

Sometimes he imagines he comes inside every single one of them, breeding them fully and watching how his hot cum leaks out of their cunts. That would make him feel really, really proud. But some others, he just imagines he comes all over their bodies and faces as a reminder that they served him well. 

Either scenario makes him hard, and he really can’t wait to try it out. 

Exhibitionism

He would never say these things out loud, but Changbin gets hard whenever he shows himself off to someone. Because of this particular preference, he was driven to open an anonymous NSFW twitter account. 

If you scroll through his profile, you can find a bunch of gym pictures, suggestive videos and audios that he records for his followers online —sometimes, he goes as far as uploading full nude pictures and videos. 

After working out, while taking a shower or right before going to bed, Changbin gets hard and he feels the need to show himself to someone. Anyone, for that matter. So he undresses himself, pumps his cock a few times until it is nice and hard and he takes a picture of it —if the angle is right, one can also catch a glimpse of his toned abdomen. And although the process of taking the picture and uploading it is satisfactory on its own, there is absolutely nothing more rewarding than the bunch of comments he receives afterwards. 

He jerks off reading all the dirty comments of people telling him how much they desired to be fucked by a cock like his. His inbox also gets full with message requests from people who feel like having a sexual chat with the man behind the screen, complimenting him and asking to see more.

And really, who is Changbin to deny that to them?

Hyunjin

Graphoerotica

Hyunjin was stubborn and, after encountering an interesting picture on the internet, he just had to try it out. 

A marker and your consent was all that he needed before completely diving into such an unusual practice, one that you had never heard about until he brought it up. He had you lying on your back, naked and with your legs spread for him. One of his hands was holding your hips in place while the other one dragged the marker along your skin, leaving traces of pigment that formed letters, and such letters formed whole words. 

The first thing he wrote was his name with big, bold letters “Hyunjin's” with an arrow pointing down to your cunt, indicating that such a part of your body belonged to him. 

He then continued marking your body with words you usually like to hear from you, words that accurately described you whenever you were in bed with him —slut, cumdump and whore were ones of many that Hyunjin wrote all over your body. 

You were staring at him with such a sweet, innocent smile while your naked body was covered in all sorts of dirty words, that it was hard for him not to get aroused. 

Every now and then, you indulge Hyunjin by letting him mark your body with words. And in return, he fucks you for hours on end until the sweat and friction between both of your bodies makes the tint of the words fade away. 

But even then, when they are no longer visible on your skin, Hyunjin knows that you still wear them proudly.

Pain

Whether it's giving it or receiving it, Hyunjin can't deny that pain makes him hard. 

There is something really taboo when it comes to physical pain and, overall, suffering. If you love someone, you must not hurt them, but, sometimes, that's all Hyunjin thinks about.

When he gets to see you squirming on his lap every time he spanks you, or when he hears you groaning after pulling your hair harshly, Hyunjin's cock reacts. There is something about pain that it's so intimate to Hyunjin that it really gets the best of him. 

But, as I said, it goes both ways. When you pull his hair or scratch his back, making him hiss in pain, Hyunjin gets aroused too. 

Overstimulation is, perhaps, Hyunjin's favorite form of pain, and you are always more than happy to indulge him that way. When he comes, you don’t stop —you lazily keep on stroking his length, smearing his semen all along it while Hyunjin hisses and his abdomen contracts as he tries to catch his breath. He clenches his jaw and fists, throws his head back and closes his eyes tightly shut while his perfect features contort in grimaces of suffering. But even then, when the veins of his neck become more prominent and his knuckles turn even paler from how hard he is squeezing both of his fists, he keeps on asking you for more. 

It’s not that Hyunjin is a sucker for pain, but it arouses him when you are the one inflicting it. 

Bondage

Big, big, big fan. Whether it’s with ropes or harnesses, Hyunjin utterly adores to restrain your movements. 

There is something dark and intimate that he finds in bondage —the renunciation of something as basic and necessary as movement is. He takes pride in knowing you trust him enough to be able to grant him the right to tie up your body and do whatever he wants with it, something you wouldn’t let anyone else, other than Hyunjin, do.

Sometimes, he uses it as a punishment. But more often than not, he does it because he enjoys it. He likes the whole process —if he is using ropes, he makes sure to take his time tying your body up tightly but comfortably for you; if he chooses the harnesses, he is the one to put them on you while he whispers the sweetest and teasing compliments. 

Hyunjin finds intimacy in the way you stare at his hands while he ties you up, your eyes fixed in his fingers and veins every time he tightens the ropes on your body. 

He also thrives on catching a glimpse of fear and curiosity in your eyes every time he restrains your movements, shivering ever so slightly underneath his body. You know Hyunjin would never do something you are not comfortable with, but that doesn’t stop your body from trembling with anticipation of knowing what’s next in store for you throughout the night.

But even then, when your insides are filled with fear and excitement, your cunt gets the most wet and he can’t help but smirk to himself and asks you: “Are you going to let me use this pretty body as much as I want?” 

Jisung

Mindbreak

Han Jisung is a proud man. It’s really not a secret.

He takes pride on how much he excels at everything he does, and sex it’s not an exception to this rule: Jisung knows he fucks well. He has a fair number of women who can confirm such a fact —almost every woman he has slept with has complimented him about his stamina, his mouth skills and how, overall, how good he is in bed. 

That, itself, it’s very rewarding for him: receiving a late night text from a one night stand asking to see him again, or hearing the woman thanking him over and over for an orgasm. But for Jisung, there is nothing more rewarding than getting to see and hear the power he holds over certain people.

When Jisung fucks, he is determined to give his partner as much pleasure as he possibly can —that, almost always ends up leading to overstimulation and multiple orgasms. He adores watching how his partner aggressively trembles underneath him, closing her legs around him while his cunt squeezes his cock out because of the overstimulation. He loves to see their eyes rolling to the back of their head and going white while drool drips from their lips and onto their chins, their minds short-circuiting and not allowing them to say a word other than “Jisung” and "more", begging for him to continue. 

Being able to break someone’s mind until they are no longer anything but prisoners from their orgasms is what Jisung takes the best pride in.

Facefucking

Tongue out, mouth open wide and hands behind your back —that’s what Jisung likes to see whenever he asks you to be good for him. 

When he is stressed, there is nothing that relaxes him more than getting to fuck your mouth and face. You know it’s his favorite thing ever and as the good, compassionate girlfriend you are, you always indulge him in such a way.

Sometimes, Jisung doesn’t have to ask for it before you are already on both your knees with your mouth open wide and your eyes begging for him to use you. And he does so every time, starting off by gathering all of your hair in an improvised ponytail with one hand while the other lowers his sweatpants and pulls his hardened cock out.

Because of the trust you two have, and how used you both are to such a practice, Jisung knows he is allowed to go rough on you. So he starts off slowly, only to increase the pace of his hips just a few seconds later. 

He pushes your head further onto his length until he can actually feel the back of your throat, and he stays like that for a while, stretching you open. When he knows you are ready to take him, he starts taking the stress out on your body by using your mouth as much as he wants —hearing you gag and gasp for air around his cock is, possibly, one of the things that make him the hardest.

So he continues on maneuvering you by your hair on his cock, pushing your head all the way deep until he feels like coming —and of course, he does so inside your mouth, while still having his cock reaching the deepest parts of it. 

Spit/drool.

Jisung doesn't gross out easily, that’s why sex with him is always messy.

And more than him not being grossed out easily, it’s the fact that he actually likes the mess and the filthiness of it all. 

He is the type of man who pushes his fingers down your throat just to hear you gagging and have you uncontrollably drooling around them, saliva spilling into his fingers and onto your chin and breasts. When he fucks your mouth, he looks to achieve the exact same thing: he wants you to make a mess. 

Jisung adores to see you drooling all over the place, to see the skin on your breasts and tummy glistening with your own saliva —it is both filthy and erotic, he thinks.

The kisses you two share are no different than what’s described here —they are desperate, messy, dirty and filthy. Drool is shared between both of you, staining your chins and other skin areas near your mouths, both of your tongues brushing against each other while you two desperately want to explore each other’s mouths. He also doesn’t run out of breath easily so long, dirty kisses are very familiar to him.

But when he does interrupt the kiss to catch some air or to move on with something else, his cock twitches at the sight of a string of saliva connecting both of your lips. 

If he could, he would spend hours on end kissing you sloppily, spitting into your mouth and losing any inhibitions.

Felix

Temperature play

Paired with bondage, temperature play it’s something that drives Felix insane. And although he enjoys playing with both ice and wax, he is more drawn to perform temperature play with cold elements. 

There is something very satisfying in watching you squirm underneath him, your wrists and arms desperately trying to free themselves from the restraints while his hands drag ice cubes all over your tummy and chest. 

Also, getting to see how your nipples harden? Probably one of the things that arouses him the most, that’s why he adores to tease your areolas with ice, dragging it in circles around your nipple while he gets to see how they react to his ministrations.

Another thing he enjoys is to place certain toys, like your favorite glass dildo, in the freezer for a couple of minutes. He makes sure it is nice and cold before using it on you, teasing your inner thighs and pubic area before lightly slapping your clit with it. When your body jolts and it trembles against the ropes restraining you, Felix’s cock twitches. The way your eyes stare at him, practically begging for more, drives him to fuck your cunt with the toy, feeling cold drops of water melting with your own wetness; in just a couple of minutes, the cold sensation is replaced with only your warm fluids coating the toy. 

Felix really finds a kind of sadistic pleasure in how your body aggressively reacts to such stimuli. 

Sensory  deprivation

Felix knows how much power his voice holds over you —a few words from him and he already has you coming undone underneath his body. 

It’s no secret that the tone and deepness of it has always been appealing for you whenever you get to hear him, and he is aware of it. He is that aware that, at times, he knows his voice it’s all that he needs to make you come.

What Felix likes the most about depriving your sight with blindfolds is how your other senses, such as hearing, enhance. He loves to whisper all sorts of things and have you turning to the sides to guess where the sound is coming from.

He also utterly adores to tease your body for hours on end while you are blindfolded because even the softest touch of his kiss on your shoulder or inner thighs make you gasp in surprise. 

Knowing that you aren’t aware of where in the room he is, or what he is about to do next, arouses him a lot. And that, combined with the fact that his voice and touch are the only things that can guide you through the sex, it’s something he enjoys. 

That’s why, most of the time when you are blindfolded, he explains to you what he is exactly about to do. 

And oh, how you love to hear his voice telling you all the filthy things he is about to perform next.

Corruption

The only angelical thing about Felix is his appearance —don’t be fooled by that bright smile and that gentle gaze he sometimes has.

Because even if he manages to fool you, he will always find a way to let you know what truly lingers inside him, and what kind of twisted things he likes —corruption being one of them.

All Felix takes advantage of is the misconception people often create about him. He plays the role of the sweet, innocent boy next door fairly well, only to end up corrupting women to like the same dark things he does. 

He is the type to offer you a sweet smile before introducing you to practices such as edging or overstimulation —practices that, before him, you didn’t even think had a name. 

Felix feels satisfied when you ask him for more of that, of those things he just taught you and that you didn’t even know they existed. He offers you an innocent gaze that’s falsely filled with concern, telling you that “he is not sure if he should” only for you to end up begging for his touch or cock like a desperate slut.

Of course, no one associates him with that kind of taste, that’s why it is easier —he makes you think that you are in control, that all of the new things you are experiencing is because you wanted them to happen and definitely not because he is corrupting you into the perfect sextoy for him.

Seungmin

Dacryphilia

There is something sadistic in getting turned on by seeing you cry. Or at least that’s what Seungmin thinks.

But really, he can’t help himself —his cock grows even harder every time he hears you sobbing and crying in pleasure while he plays with your pussy or is fucking you.

For Seungmin, the satisfaction only comes if the reason behind your cries is something sexual —otherwise, he doesn’t find any arousal behind your tears.

But when it is sexual, when your eyes get clouded with tears and quiet whimpers and sobs fill his room as he fucks you, the sadistic part in Seungmin gets the best of him.

If you are on all fours while he fucks you from behind and he hears you cry, he immediately changes the position to be able to see the tears streaming down your face —for an unknown reason, he likes it a lot.

Also, when he is edging you and prolonging your orgasm, he enjoys watching you cry as you beg for it. And even though he does it in a mocking way, asking you “if you are going to cry”, he can’t deny how hard he gets whenever you do just that. 

The best part of it all is that you don’t necessarily cry because he likes it —matter of fact, you aren’t even aware of this particular preference; it just comes out of you naturally, crying when the pleasure becomes too overwhelming.

And when that happens, when you cry and whine while he fucks you, Seungmin just really can’t last long. 

Edging

Seungmin values your obedience a lot —because, although he isn't possessive, there's no better way to show your commitment to him than following his orders.

He always knows what you want and every time he will give it to you, but more often than not, he wants you to prove that you deserve it. 

He teases you, and touches you, and fucks you exactly how you like it, but every time you are just about to come he asks you not to.

“Just hang on a little more for me, yeah?” and he asks it so sweetly, opposite to how rough his fingers are stretching your pussy, that all you want is to please him. So you hold on a little longer, cursing his name under your breath as you do all you can to prolong your orgasm. 

“Just like that, puppy, be good and hold it,” and you do just that. The most rewarding thing for Seungmin is the fact that he doesn’t have to threaten you with a punishment for you to follow his pleas compliently. There’s really not a consequence if you can’t hold your orgasm, or if you come before he asks you to, but you still try your best because that’s how good you want to be for him.

And after some minutes of torture, Seungmin allows you to come. And he praises and encourages you through it, telling you how much of a good job you did and how well-behaved you are for him.

For him, there’s really nothing more satisfying than getting to see that look of bliss and relief in your face after he finally says the magic words. 

Soft-domming.

I believe Seungmin is an experimentalist —he is willing to try almost everything, even if he thinks he will not like it.

But out of all the practices and roles he has tried so far, being a soft dominant is the one that comes naturally from him. The need to pleasure and take care of his submissive it’s a wholesome idea on its own —putting it to practice is a whole other different world that Seungmin truly enjoys.

Although a few of his preferences veer towards a sadistic side, he never performs them with the roughness and perversion of a hard dominant. Seungmin always does so gently, making sure he isn’t inflicting any pain on you and that everything he gives you is nothing but pleasure.

When you cry, or when you are too overwhelmed to speak, Seungmin shows his true sympathy for you, showering you with sweet praises and reassuring words —“you look beautiful while having me inside you” or “you are taking me so well”.

He never loses an opportunity to compliment the way you please him or the way your body takes him in, always peppering kisses on your face while his hips sink against yours slowly. 

And even though there are endless sexual practices and kinks he is yet to try out with you, Seungmin strongly believes that sweet and gentle intimacy is what a pretty girl like you deserves. 

Jeongin 

Choking

Jeongin gets hard by seeing the desperation in your eyes.

He loves to see how they widen and how your lips part ever so slightly as a faint gasp fills his ears. 

He adores to feel your hand wrapping around his wrist while you squeeze it, encouraging him to choke you harder even when you already feel dizzy and your eyes are already hazy.

Whenever his cock is inside your pussy, Jeongin loves to feel you clenching around him every time he wraps his hand around your neck. Even when you are struggling to breathe properly, and when you are staring right at him with a lost gaze, your pussy keeps on clenching almost aggressively around him in response to his touch.

After a couple of seconds, when he knows you are near your limit, he softens his grips to allow you to gasp for air, inhaling and exhaling profoundly while the fear in your eyes vanishes in front of him. 

Nothing arouses him more than when you look for his wrist while he is pounding himself inside you, guiding his hand all the way to your neck and offering him a smile that just begs for him to choke you —it arouses him mostly because it started off as something just he liked, until you started to take a liking on it too and it suddenly became a recurring practice in sex between the two of you.

His favorite thing to do? Choke you while you come all over his cock.

Humiliation 

It was confusing for him at first. How could he get off at the fantasies of him humiliating his partner in bed? For an odd reason, that didn’t seem morally correct. But even so, with the moral conflicts going on, Jeongin often jerked off to the thought of verbally humiliating his partner, making them feel embarrassed by their neediness. 

More often than he would admit, he gets hard while thinking about all the filthy stuff he wants to make his partner do. A recurring fantasy he has on this is to make his partner get off on his shoe while he watches.

There’s something about humiliation that Jeongin finds power in. The idea of his partner getting wet while being degraded, embarrassed and laughed at turns him on in ways he can’t even explain —he desperately wants to be the one degrading and laughing at them for how pathetic they look, and he wants them to enjoy every single second of it. 

I feel like Jeongin is definitely the type to laugh at you and ask embarrassing questions while you are too overwhelmed in pleasure —questions like “this is all that you need to be happy, right? A big cock inside that slutty hole of yours” or “are you really about to come from getting fucked in the ass? only sluts as filthy as you like to have their tightest  hole ruined, because I guess having someone fucking your cunt is not enough any more”. 

Orgasm denial and ruining orgasms. 

Jeongin is such a tease —he definitely has a thing for denying (and ruining) your orgasms. 

It’s not like he doesn’t think you don’t deserve them, but there’s something thrilling in the way you desperately react whenever he tells you you don’t get to come for the night, or for the whole week.

He fucks your cunt, rubs your clit and expects you to be good and follow his command —enjoy it all you want, but don’t come at all. Sometimes, you succeed; you hang on there until he is done, spilling his seed in you and praising you for being obedient after all the struggle. In those times, where he denies your orgasm and you obey, he doesn’t punish you for the whole week and you are thankful for that.

Some others, though, you fail. When he asks you not to come, to hang on a little longer until he is done, but you can’t control yourself, he interrupts your orgasm right at the highest point of it and ruins it for you.

He has you bucking your hips pathetically against nothing, crying in frustration and anticipation of the punishment that will follow your actions next. Your body twists underneath him while you grip the bed sheets underneath you, sobbing and begging for his mercy, “fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”. 

Oh, he is definitely going to make you feel even sorry for it.

[the-boy-meets-evil]

take my hands (we can fall together) | lee chan | pt. 2

(where you and chan are friends, but he's your brother's best friend. and you've always been just a little out of reach. until one season changes everything.) pairing: brother's best friend!chan (dino) x f!reader genre: friends to ??, pining, slow burn | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut rating: explicit (for the full fic) warnings/notes: mentions of unhealthy relationships (reader x boyfriend), mentions of food, mentions of drinking/alcohol, halloween parties, mentions of cheating, reader's boyfriend is an asshole, reader's brother is chan's age and reader is 2 years older, eventual smut (in pt 3 - see that for warnings), any names of other idols are considered to be OCs word count: ~7.7k (full fic is roughly 23k) a/n: huge thanks to @svthub for hosting this fall collab. check out the full list of fics here. make sure you go back and read part 1 for context, this is part 2 (so only 1 part left!). also thank you to my bby indi for creating an amazing banner @classicscreations. if you want to be tagged in the last part send an ask or dm or just comment 💕

tagging: @christinewithluv @aaniag @dejavernon @tbzhub @bitchlessdino @seungkwansphd

part 1 | masterlist | part 3

When there’s multiple nights of dressing up for Halloween, it’s harder to put as much effort into costumes. At least that’s how Chan feels about it. So, he knows that he’s taking the easy way out by dressing up as one of the Kens from the recent Barbie movie, but he’s also not really bothered about trying to come up with something more elaborate. Not when it’s a Saturday night and they’re all going to a house party. He’s got another costume planned for the night of actual Halloween that he put a little more thought into. 

He’s also sure to arrive a little later, because this is one of Seokmin’s friends and Chan doesn’t really know the people hosting the party. It’s not like that matters, really. Things like this are always pretty open as long as you know someone there. Even though Seokmin said he’d be there early helping to set up, Chan still doesn’t want to be that guy that shows up at an inappropriate time. The unexpected tradeoff is that he sees you before he even gets to the front door. It’s almost comical to see that you’re dressed up as one of the Barbies from the movie. It’s hard to tell which one under your coat. Not that it’s surprising. Chan figures you won’t be the only ones to pick a Barbie theme. Still, it’s like you coordinated without even meaning to. You force a smile when you notice him, and he sees that you’re on the phone.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Your voice sounds angry when it reaches Chan’s ears. 

He hesitates when he’s far enough away to give you space, yet still close enough that he can offer support if you need it.

“No, I always have to understand. I don’t have to understand tonight. It’s a Saturday night and we planned this party weeks ago,” you retort. 

Chan figures he probably should let you be because it’s clear that you’re talking to your boyfriend. It could be a minute before this particular conversation ends. Your eyes watch Chan as he goes to step around you and you reach out to grab his arm. You mouth “please wait” to him. That’s enough to make him stop completely.

“It’s not just a stupid Fall tradition. This is Halloween. Everyone celebrates Halloween,” you start and then roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m aware that you’re 28, but what 20-something doesn’t celebrate Halloween? Be so fucking for real.”

It’s hard to know where to look because all Chan can focus on is your tone. It’s not upset or defeated. It’s angry. Maybe you’ve had something to drink already, maybe you’re just fed up. He wouldn’t blame you. 

“Forget about it, Seungsik. You do whatever it is you have to do,” you say, pausing for him to speak. “Yeah, I heard you say you have to work but it’s a Saturday night. So, you do what you’re gonna do and I’ll be with my friends. Don’t bother coming over if you were even still considering it.”

Your hand is still on Chan’s arm, not that he would leave anyway. It would be awkward to stay this long only to leave when the conversation is clearly over. 

“Yeah, sure, we can talk tomorrow,” you say. You don’t say a goodbye or an “I love you” before hanging up.

“Let me guess, Seungsik bailed again?” Chan asks. He knows he shouldn’t sound so snarky about your boyfriend and also doesn’t care.

“Shocking, right?” you snort. 

“Well, at least you still have friends here,” Chan says and motions for you to head into the house ahead of him. 

You remove your coat and Chan tries not to stare at your Mermaid Barbie costume. He removes his own jacket and your eyes show your amusement before a laugh escapes your lips.

“Looks like I still have a Ken to my Barbie, too,” you joke. 

“You mean Jay didn’t tell you I was coming as Ken?” Chan jokes back. 

“Wait, was he supposed to?” you worry.

“No,” Chan assures you. “I’m not sure he was even listening when we talked about costumes. This was kinda last minute.”

“Well, we should take a picture anyway, we look good together,” you suggest.

“I’m down,” Chan agrees, too quickly. 

Two of you end up, mostly unintentionally, spending a lot of the party together. People that don’t know you keep assuming that you’re there together and your friends think it’s funny, so they keep poking fun. At least it means that everyone stays in a good mood. It’s a little confusing, though, because you don’t correct the people that don’t know you about being there with Chan. At one point, you do ask Chan if he’s actually okay with how close you’ve stuck to him. You make something of a joke about not wanting to keep him from anyone. It’s confusing. It tugs at Chan’s heart as a reminder that even if you’re fighting with him, you do have a boyfriend. Maybe that’s something to consider. But, he shakes it off and insists that he doesn’t mind. Your shoulders fall in relief and you admit that it’s comfortable being around him. You don’t want to talk about the argument, so it helps that Chan knows some of what happens. You like it that he doesn’t ask you too many questions that you know you can’t answer. 

It’s also a little surprising that even at this house party, which is relatively small because the house isn’t huge, you and Chan are the only Barbie and Ken. It seems like everyone thought it would be too common of a costume and tried to think outside of the box. Or some people just were lazy and wanted to save their better costume for the actual night of Halloween. 

“You’re glued to my sister,” Jay observes when Chan excuses himself to get a drink.

“I’m not glued, we just keep ending up together,” Chan disagrees.

“Yeah, seems kinda glued. And you came back in with her after she left to take a call,” Jay says.

“Oh, yeah, I walked up and she was talking to Seungsik. I figured I’d wait for her to come back in,” Chan says. He’s not going to tell your brother that you asked him to wait for you.

“I notice he’s not here,” Jay tries to say casually. 

“He’s not coming,” Chan shares. Jay goes to open his mouth and Chan cuts him off. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why he’s not coming, you’ll have to ask her. But, she seemed kinda pissed off at him on the phone, so maybe let her enjoy tonight and deal with the bullshit tomorrow.” 

“I’m glad she has you,” Jay says.

“Not you too,” Chan starts.

“No, I mean literally. You’ve been a good friend to her with all the bullshit over that asshole,” Jay says, irritation clear in his voice. “Wish she’d just break up with him, but if I say that, I’m being over protective.”

“I dunno, I think she’s probably closer than you realize,” Chan shrugs. 

You come rushing into the kitchen. “Come on, Chan, we have to go crush it at beer pong.” 

“Forgetting her brother again. Good luck, man,” Jay laughs out.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you chide before pulling Chan away with a drink in each of his hands.

He’s more than a little thankful for Jay not calling him on making two drinks. It’s obvious when you show up that the other is for you, yet Jay just lets him be. It makes it easier for Chan to focus on beer pong. You’re at that perfect buzzed point, apparently, where you assure him that you’re going to be at your best. Even though it sounds kind of bullshit, he goes along with it. 

It’s not bullshit, Chan learns two turns into the game. You sink both of your shots without even hitting the rim of the cup. Meanwhile, Chan is just thankful to make one on his second try so you don’t insist you’re carrying the team. You might be, or Chan might be a little distracted by the way you line up your shot. Might be a little distracted by the way you lean up against him. Might be a little distracted every time his arm brushes against your bare skin. Might be a little distracted by the way you celebrate with him every time either of you makes a shot. It’s easy to see why people who don’t know you assume you’re here with him. It’s harder for Chan to remember that’s not true when he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye. 

After you win at beer pong, both of you find your way to a quieter part of the house. The party feels a little stifling and you want some air. Chan agrees, but it’s a little too cold to just sit outside. Instead, you settle for a quiet corner. This time you don’t ask if it’s okay to be stealing all of Chan’s time. Either because you can tell he doesn’t mind. or you’re trusting him to say if he did mind, he’s not sure. 

Now that you’re a little buzzed, not drunk, just feeling a little happier, you’re ready to talk about how things are really going with Seungsik. It’s immediately a lot more honest than Chan is expecting and infinitely more heartbreaking. He’s working crazy hours, claiming that he’s up for some big promotion and has to put in the time. He’s canceling plans on you left and right. He’s making you feel silly for wanting to do all these Fall things. You feel silly for even complaining about it, but Chan interjects to remind you that it’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. It’s hard to only be supportive when you’re admitting that you feel like there’s something you’ve been doing wrong and that’s why he’s doing all of this. Despite Chan insisting it’s definitely not you, he can tell that you don’t fully believe it. 

It’s like you’re in this weird limbo because you’ve been dating him for over six months, which feels long enough that it’s serious. But, you’ve only been dating him for like six months, which you say also feels like you shouldn’t be overbearing. You’ve always wanted partners to have the freedom they need. Always been really adamant about maintaining your own friendships and hobbies outside of your partner. That’s important. You don’t ever want to be one of those people that gets into a relationship and forgets about their friends. Those are the people who’ve been there through all the shit. There’s a part of you that feels like that’s being used against you with Seungsik. Every time you tell him that you miss him or want him to do something, he reminds you that you suggested keeping some hobbies separate from each other. Chan is quick to tell you that there’s a difference. It sounds like he’s using your well-meaning words as an excuse to not see you as much, which is weird. 

Somehow, you both come to a silent agreement that you don’t really want to dwell on your issues with Seungsik, anymore. You’re just happy to have someone that’s willing to let you vent and then let you move on. Sure, Chan shares his opinions and reminds you as often as he can get away with that you do deserve someone who values you. Then, he also lets you get away with moving the conversation on to lighter things. Even though Chan’s known you for over ten years, there’s still so much about you that he doesn’t know. And he’s not sure what’s shifted, but something definitely has. You’re much more open in the way you talk to him lately, much freer with your words. It’s comfortable, kind of like a warm blanket. 

By the time the party is winding down, Chan is essentially sober, having spent so much time just sitting and talking to you. You’re still a bit buzzed, but well on your way to sobering up. Chan planned to leave his car here and pick it up tomorrow (well, later today since it’s the early hours of the morning) and instead he can drive home. He offers to give you a ride as well, which you happily take to avoid paying for a ride. None of the rest of your friends, except for Jay, seem to be around, but he’s very caught up talking to someone. Good for him, Chan thinks.

The car ride back to your apartment is comfortably quiet. Aside from you asking if you could pick the music, you’ve just been softly singing along and looking out the window. It’s nice at this time of night, too. Everything else is quiet, just the traffic of people heading home for the night, whether it’s to their homes or someone else’s. It’s not until he gets to your house that Chan gets a text from Jay that makes him frown. “Everything okay?” you ask, hand on the door to get out of the car.

“Yeah, just Jay hoping I’m not headed home because he brought someone home with him,” Chan says. “I’ll just be quiet when I go in and put my headphones on.”

“Or you could just crash here tonight,” you offer and Chan grips the steering wheel a little harder to steady his nerves. 

“I couldn’t do that,” he says, causing you to turn back to him. 

“Do you really wanna hear whatever my brother is up to?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, no, but it’s also not like it would be the first time,” he responds with a chuckle. 

“Come on, weirdo, you can sleep on my couch and I’ll make us breakfast in the morning,” you say, getting out of the car without waiting to see if Chan is following you. 

Of course he is, though. He scrambles to get the keys out of the car and hurry after you. Once you’re inside your apartment, you put a pot on the stove to boil some water. Insist that you need some tea before you can sleep. While the water is boiling, you go to the closet to pull out some blankets. It’s entirely too comfortable, both the couch and the way you move around him. Something he can’t fully ignore when you sit down with a cup of tea for each of you.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” Chan asks.

“Why wouldn’t it be? You were nice enough to give me a ride home and it’s my brother that’s sexiling you,” you reason.

“What if Seungsik shows up tomorrow?” he asks.

You take a sip of your tea and then look over at him. “He’s not really the type to show up unannounced. Besides, why would it be weird to offer to let a friend crash?” 

“You’re right,” Chan concedes. 

“Plus, he hasn’t been over for breakfast in weeks and I miss cooking for someone,” you say. 

It’s kind of hard to argue with that, not that Chan wants to. Well, he’d like to argue that it’s bullshit that Seungsik has you feeling whatever you’re feeling. It’s complete crap that he doesn’t appreciate what an amazing person you are. It’s just not healthy. But, at the end of the day, it’s also not Chan’s place, so he just lets it go. 

You get up to wash out the cups when you’re finished with your tea and disappear into your small spare room. It doesn’t have a bed, because you use it as an office area, but apparently it does have clothes that you loan to Chan. The protest is on his lips when you cut him off to say that they’re Jay’s clothes he’s left here when he’s crashed. That’s much better than the clothing belonging to your boyfriend. When he comes back out of the bathroom, you’re in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, obviously ready for bed. He clears his throat to be able to say goodnight and pads out to the couch. It’s even more comfortable to sleep on than you said, but Chan’s brain won’t slow down enough to fall asleep. All he can think of is just how…domestic this all feels. How easy it is to be around you. Again. 

Though it takes him a while to drift off, he actually feels like he gets a good night of sleep. The smell of coffee slips into his consciousness while he’s in that in-between state before he’s fully awake. When he opens his eyes, he can tell that you’re trying to be quiet, not wanting to disrupt him. Even though it’s your apartment and you can make as much noise as you’d like. Chan opens both of his eyes and finds your back to him as you look into the fridge. Possibly deciding what you want to make. Your hair is in a knot on top of your head and you’re still wearing that oversized t-shirt and shorts. Everything about you seems relaxed. Until you close the door and turn towards the living room to see him awake. You jump a little and your hand flies to your heart.

“Oh my god, I didn’t realize you were awake,” you share after a moment.

“Sorry,” Chan says and throws his hands up. 

“No, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you wonder and he shakes his head. “I was trying to figure out what’s for breakfast.” 

“You really don’t…” he starts.

“I promised breakfast and you’re getting breakfast,” you interrupt. “Plus, look outside.” 

It’s a confusing request, but Chan gets up off the couch anyway to look out the window. As soon as he moves the curtain aside, he sees how hard it’s raining. He’s a little surprised that he didn’t hear it. And he’s definitely not overly eager to leave in that.

“Guess you have company for breakfast,” he says when he turns back to you. 

Your whole face lights up and you let out a squeak. “I can’t wait, oh my god, I have so many recipes I’ve been wanting to try.” 

“Like?” he prompts. 

“Do you trust me?”  you ask instead.

That’s a dangerous question. One that Chan isn’t sure he really wants to answer, because the answer is that yes, he trusts you far more than he should. Probably more than he’s trusted anyone else. The last month or so of all these activities has only reinforced that. Instead, he pretends to consider it for a second, buys himself some time.

“I guess, you haven’t poisoned me yet,” he says, voice surprisingly even.

“I hate you,” you joke with an eye roll. 

“I’ll remember that,” he teases back. 

To do something helpful, Chan gets up and folds the blankets he used to sleep and asks you where they go. Once they’re safely away in your closet, he texts Jay to say that he’s still at your apartment and having breakfast at least. Jay sends back an inappropriate number of emojis and says he’s going to make use of the extra time alone with whoever it is he brought home. Thankfully, he only makes one joke about being replaced as the favorite sibling, which Chan answers that you’re a better cook. Was it ever really a contest? 

To avoid being entirely useless, Chan makes both of you a cup of coffee. You’re about to tell him how you like it when he asks if you trust him. As he hands over the perfect cup and turns around to make his own, he misses the look on your face that he knows exactly how you like your coffee. It’s a mix of wonder and surprise. When you tell him it’s the perfect cup, you’re not even lying. He also can’t resist peeking to see what it is you’re working on, despite your attempts to swat him out of the kitchen.

“Is that French toast?” Chan asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I know it’s kinda simple, but I had some really good bread that was going a little stale and I’ve been wanting to try a new mixture,” you say.

“French toast is my favorite, I don’t think it’s simple,” Chan admits.

“I think I remember you mentioning that, actually,” you comment. It’s so offhand that Chan doesn’t think twice about it. There’s so many things he remembers about you that he’s thankful something about him sticks too. 

While you continue making breakfast, Chan asks where the syrup is so that he can warm it up a little. He doesn’t like it cold and neither, apparently, do you. You also don’t like fake syrup so you direct him to where you keep it in the fridge. It looks like it’s some small company that you probably got directly from the shop on some adventure. That’s definitely one great part about living in this part of the country, you’re never far from good syrup. It makes the whole apartment smell like maple and the cinnamon from the toast. And something else that Chan can’t really place. But it makes everything feel warm and comforting despite the rain that’s only coming down harder outside now. Maybe Chan doesn’t hate everything about Fall.

Unsurprisingly, it’s the best French toast he’s ever had. Something he’s quick to tell you and you’re quicker to brush off like he’s just being nice. It’s just as easy to chat with you in the light of day in your apartment as the haze of the house party the night before. It’s harder to ignore the way your phone periodically lights up with Seungsik’s name. Harder still to ignore is the fact that it’s just his name. No hearts or emojis or pet names. It’s almost impersonal, not that Chan should be passing judgment.

“Are you going to answer him?” he finally asks.

“No,” is your immediate answer. 

“But…” Chan starts and you level him with a look.

“He doesn’t get to have things on his terms when he couldn’t even come to a fucking Halloween party last night,” you say. 

“Have you talked to him since…” he starts to ask before trailing off.

“Since I was fighting with him on the phone and you walked up?” you finish for him.

“Yeah, that,” he says.

“I read one text from him asking why I was posting matching costumes with you, even though my caption on it was clear and he’s literally all over my page,” you share. “So, I didn’t answer that. I texted him when I woke up to say that I hadn’t read whatever he sent and that I was mad from last night and would maybe talk to him this afternoon or tonight.” 

“He doesn’t seem to have gotten it,” Chan comments as your phone lights up again with his name.

“No, he doesn’t. But that’s also not my problem. Not everything is going to be on his terms,” you say. 

“I’m glad,” Chan admits. 

“About what? Me fighting with Seungsik?” you wonder and Chan’s eyes go wide at the realization.

“No, oh my god, no,” Chan rushes out. “No, I’m just glad that you’re not letting it all be on his terms. You’re worth a lot more than how he’s been treating you.”

“Thanks, I think so too,” you slightly tease. 

Breakfast turns into you asking Chan to watch a show, which turns into him spending the entire afternoon lounging on the couch. You talk a little more about your relationship and what you might say to him when you finally text him back. Chan also tells you some things he’s looking forward to coming up and about some plans he has with your brother and Vernon. Sometimes, you’re just quiet while watching the show, but that’s comfortable too. Eventually, though, Chan realizes that he has to leave. He knows that you’re using at least part of him being there to avoid talking to your boyfriend. Not that it’s the only reason. It’s clear you enjoy having him around, too. But eventually you have to talk to Seungsik and so Chan finally says that he has to head home. Jay is starting to wonder where he is anyway. 

It’s not that Chan really wants to be out and dating, but he also thinks that it might help to get his mind off of you. Even though he loves every minute of being around you, it’s also getting harder. Especially when the time spent together includes things like the Halloween party and crashing at your apartment. He wants to be a good friend to you, but at what cost to his heart? No part of him feels entitled to your attention and he’s not even sure if he would be a better partner to you than Seungsik. It isn’t even about him anymore, not really. Not now that he’s spent all this time with you. It’s just about wanting you to find your own happiness that doesn’t come from a partner. Which is why he agrees to go out for drinks with a friend of a friend, Carla, that asked him weeks ago. What’s the worst that could happen?

He’s meeting her at some trendy bar downtown where the music is usually too loud to hear anything. Not exactly the ideal place for a first date, but maybe that will make it all easier. He does like to dance. And he knows the drinks are good. It’s also always pretty busy, making it easier to blend into the crowd. What’s weirder, though, is that she asks Chan to just meet her there. Again, not Chan’s first choice, but he goes along with it all the same. It’s thankfully very easy to spot her once he gets there.

She’s standing by the bar, her long dark hair framing her face and wearing a dress that clings to her in ways that should be against the law. The moment she locks her eyes on Chan, he thinks maybe he can do this. Maybe it’ll all be easy and fine. They exchange a quick hello, get their drinks, and then it’s right onto the dance floor. 

Time seems to move in odd ways. It could have been ten minutes just as easily as an hour. All Chan knows is that he needs another drink. When he says that to Carla, she agrees and says she’s going to run to the bathroom. They can meet at the bar. Once Chan makes it to the bar, his stomach drops. He looks back out at the dance floor and sees Seungsik with a stranger, that is definitely not you, tight against him. Some bottle blonde presses her ass further back into him and he grabs her hips. As Chan looks at them, Seungsik ghosts his lips across her neck, moves a hand up her stomach. The woman turns around in his arms and pulls him in for a kiss. Seungsik’s hands grip her ass, dangerously close to causing her dress to ride up. It isn’t until Seungsik pulls the woman off the dance floor and into the shadows that Chan realizes just how bad things are. 

Carla seems disappointed when Chan says that something’s come up and he’s got to leave, but perks up when he says that they’ll find another time. He’s not even sure if he should be giving her hope, he just wants to get out of there as soon as possible. Once he’s in the Uber, he texts Jay to ask if he’s home or if he’s got company. The answer that he’s alone in the apartment comes quickly.

“Thought you had a date,” Jay says when Chan comes through the door. “Unless you’re angling for a threesome. I’d have to turn you down though.” 

“Come on, man,” Chan says as he collapses on the couch. He runs a hand through his hair without thinking about it.

“Whoa, what’s going on?” Jay asks, he’s coming back from the kitchen with a bottle of water.

“It’s about your sister,” Chan admits. It’s clear that Jay wasn’t expecting that, but his surprise disappears quickly.

“Wow, are you finally admitting you’re in love with her?” Jay jokes. “Can’t say I’m surprised, but also it could’ve waited?” 

“No, it’s not that. Well, I don’t know, it’s about Seungsik,” Chan says.

“So you’re not in love with my sister?” Jay questions.

“Can we not do this right now? This is serious,” Chan begs.

“Fine, we’ll come back to that. What about Seungsik? Other than he’s been a total dick about all the Fall shit,” Jay says as he leans back further into the couch.

“It’s more than that, he’s lying to her,” Chan states.

“What?” Jay needs Chan to connect the dots and it’s a lot harder than it seems.

“He’s, fuck Jay, he’s lying to her. He isn’t working late. At least not all the time. He was at the club with some girl, grinding, making out, dragging her off to some dark corner,” Chan says. 

The color drains from Jay’s face. “Are you…fuck, are you sure it was him?” 

“I’m positive,” Chan says. 

“You’ve got to tell her,” Jay says after a moment.

“I thought it might be better coming from you,” Chan hopes.

Jay frowns like he’s considering something. “I’m not sure it would. I don’t even mean because you saw Seungsik. It’s just that she’s seemed to kind of rely on you lately. It’s you she was with apple picking and picking out pumpkins. You she spent all of that Halloween party with. She trusts you.” 

“Well I’d hope she does, we’re friends,” Chan tries to joke.

“I’m not trying to fuck with you, I know I started by saying you were in love with her, but I just think it’s different,” Jay says.

“So you don’t think I’m in love with her?” Chan wonders.

“Oh, no I definitely do. I’m just not gonna bust you over it right now,” Jay says. 

“I’m scared to tell her,” Chan admits. 

“She deserves to know, though,” Jay points out. 

He’s right. You do deserve to know. You deserve a lot of things that Seungsik seems unwilling to give. At the very least, though, you deserve respect. What Chan needs help with is figuring out just how to bring it up with you. Jay is right, you and him have been spending a lot more time around each other than normal. Chan’s been more than happy to keep you company to do all the things that Seungsik doesn’t want to. What he’s not prepared for, however, is this. 

Even though it sounds dumb, Chan listens to Jay and asks you to come over to help him make a couple pies for a family get-together. He does have to go over to his aunt’s tomorrow, something you’re very aware of as you and Jay are also invited, and you are excellent when it comes to pies. Chan had just been planning to buy a couple, but this is a ready-made excuse. Even if he thinks it’s dumb. He’s a little surprised that you agreed since he only texted you the same day. Then again, maybe that’s not so surprising.

You breeze in with ingredients, including some that he already has, and immediately get to work laying everything out. He realizes, as you’re looking through his cupboards and scolding him over the lack of organization, how domestic this all feels. Again. It’s not as if he didn’t realize how much he liked you. No, it’s that he realizes he may love you and he’s going to have to tell you something that will break your heart. Best to get it out of the way early before you start baking. Just in case you want to leave.

“Where’s my brother? Avoiding helping in the kitchen?” you wonder. 

“No, he went to help Vernon test out a new game,” Chan says.

“You didn’t wanna go?” you ask.

“I kinda figured I needed to make sure I didn’t show up empty-handed tomorrow,” Chan starts. “I was surprised you agreed to come over on such short notice.”

“Oh, well, I didn’t have anything else to do and I can’t exactly leave you in your time of need,” you say, trying for casual and failing. 

“Wow, I feel the love,” Chan jokes back.

“Chan, you were going to use fake vanilla in your pies,” you scoff. 

It’s hard to keep the smile off his face, despite the news he has to share, as he throws his hands up. “I didn’t know there was a difference!”

“Tragic,” you sigh. “Plus, well, I don’t know. I like hanging out with you.” 

“I like it too,” Chan says. It comes out as little more than a whisper and his heart constricts.

“You’ve made this whole season so much better,” you admit. 

“Yeah, I could say the same for you. I didn’t really get the big deal about Fall before,” Chan shares.

“You didn’t?” you ask. Chan just shakes his head. “But you agreed.”

“Like you said, I couldn’t leave you in your time of need,” Chan jokes.

You playfully shove his arm. “Do you get it now? The appeal of Fall?” 

“I do, yeah. I’ve had a lot of fun,” Chan agrees.

“Wish Seungsik felt the same,” you utter. 

That’s it. That’s the opening, the best one he’s going to get. He has to take a deep breath to steel himself. “Where is he today anyway?”

“Seungsik?” you ask to confirm or to stall, it’s unclear which. After another nod, you sigh. “I don’t really know. He told me he had to stay late on a project and then was going to possibly get drinks with a friend at this little dive bar by his office. I hadn’t heard from him when you texted me to ask for help.”

“Did he say who he was meeting?” Chan presses.

You give him a weird look. “I don’t know. Sejun, probably. I don’t know all of his friends, though. Why are you asking?”

“Come here,” Chan says and pats a stool at the counter. It’s clear you think he’s being weird, or at least weirder than normal, but you listen anyway. “I don’t think he was with a friend. At least, I don’t think he was with Sejun.”

“What do you know?” you ask, eyes intent on searching his face.

“I, well I was out at that place you don’t like because it’s too, what do you usually say?” 

“Try hard trendy,” you supply with a scoff. 

“Right, well I was out and I saw Seungsik there. I didn’t recognize who he was with, but it didn’t seem like a friend. She was blonde and wearing something really revealing, grinding up on him, kissing him. I don’t know, maybe there’s…” Chan hasn’t thought this part out, not really. He feels awkward. 

“Maybe there’s an explanation?” you snort. “I’m sure there is. I’m sure it’s that he’s cheating on me like I’ve assumed he was for the past month.”

“I’m so sorry…wait, you what?” Chan splutters.

Of all the outcomes he prepared for, your immediate acceptance hadn’t been one of them. He’s expecting tears and you asking if he’s sure. He’s expecting you to wonder if you did something wrong. He’s expecting all the tearful things you see in movies. Except this isn’t a movie, it’s real life. And you don’t seem surprised, at all. Somehow, that feels worse. Then, he remembers how you were at the Halloween party. How you were the day after. Maybe it makes some amount of sense. It wasn’t the same as before you went apple picking. It wasn’t meek, it was angry. Pissed off. This is more like that.

You stand and shake your head. “I’m not blind and I’m not stupid.” 

“I never said you were,” Chan interrupts immediately.

“Oh, no Channie, I know you didn’t,” you say, voice soft like he’s the one that needs to be protected. “I think I’m saying that to myself. I knew something was wrong. I knew he was up to something. He’s never been the best boyfriend, but he got really secretive. He blew me off a lot and just pretended it was because he hated this season.”

“Which is bullshit, by the way. It shouldn’t matter how you feel about something. You at least try for someone you care about,” Chan insists.

“Yeah, he was quick to have something to say about me spending time with you,” you admit. That brings Chan up short.

“What? We did most of the stuff as a group,” Chan points out. 

“I wouldn’t think too much about it. It felt wrong when he said it. Like he was deflecting from his shitty behavior rather than commenting on something I’d done,” you say.

“I’m really so sorry, you deserve so much better than everything he’s done to you,” Chan says. 

“You know, that’s the first time you’ve actually said it to me, at least in so many words,” you observe.

“Said what? That you deserve better?” Chan questions. Your face is a bit sad as you nod. “It sounds hollow to say, at best, or judgmental, at worst.”

“I could tell you thought it, though, even if you didn’t say it,” you share. “You said at the Halloween party that I deserved someone who valued me, but you didn’t actually say I deserved better.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it,” Chan says with a sigh.

“Don’t be, I wasn’t ready to hear it,” you assure him. “Besides, you’re one of the only people who shouldn’t be sorry to me. About anything.”

“Do you want to talk about it? About Seungsik and the relationship and what you’re going to do next?” Chan asks. 

You look at him for a minute. “On two conditions.”

“Which are?” 

“That you let me help you make pies if you do actually need them,” you begin. 

“I do,” Chan interrupts.

“And you have to promise not to pull any punches when it comes to your opinions. I want flat out honesty or I don’t want anything.”

“Deal.” 

It turns out that it’s still surprisingly easy to be around you. Obviously you’re sad. You’re hurt. There’s part of you that wonders what you’ve done wrong. But, there’s this vibrancy about you that’s been missing the last several months. The laughs come easier, the brightness in your eyes says you’re up to something, and you’re picking on Chan’s complete inability to make a pie at every chance you get.

In between making the pies, Chan is honest, just like he promised. Maybe a little too honest. He’s got a lot of opinions about the things Seungsik did, or usually didn’t do, and how nobody deserves to feel like the things they love are less important. When you share more about your relationship, Chan finds himself more irritated. It’s clear that you were dulling yourself down so that he didn’t find it annoying. Apparently, your laugh was too loud and you got excited about too many little things. You were too nice with new people and that was annoying because sometimes Seungsik didn’t want to be sucked into a conversation. Before he could stop himself, Chan was listing why those were some of the best things about you. He loves how everything about you brightens up when you’re passionate, loves that you can make anyone feel at home, loves how much you love life. 

Once you both get past bashing Seungsik, an activity that’s entirely too fun, you ask for Chan’s advice about how to break things off. He’s a little surprised that you seem so sure and that you don’t want to give him a chance to work through it. That’s when you remind him that things felt off, anyway. Remind him about the Halloween party. You’ve given Seungsik plenty of chances to not disappoint you. He’s missed all of them. And when you’re done, you’re done. In that case, Chan suggests that you catch Seungsik by surprise. Show up at his apartment without telling him and maybe he’ll even give you more reason to break it off. It’s blunt and honest and you thank him before he has a chance to second guess that level of honesty. 

“Chan, will you get the door?” his aunt calls from the kitchen after the bell chimes through the house. 

It takes a second to excuse himself from the conversation with his cousin and make his way towards the door. There’s no thought about who might be on the other side because he knows that his aunt always invites way more people than she should. She just loves to be surrounded by good people and good food. What Chan isn’t expecting, though he probably should be, is seeing you on the other side of the door with a bottle of wine and a bag of ice.

“Hey,” you say casually and hand the bag of ice over to Chan.

“Uh, hey, I wasn’t expecting you,” Chan says, “or a bag of ice?”

“Everyone always needs more ice at a party,” you provide with a shrug. “So, uh, are we gonna stand at the doorway or…”

“Is that who I think it is?” Chan’s aunt calls as she comes down the hallway. “Oh my god, it is. It’s my favorite almost niece!”

Chan steps aside so that his aunt can engulf you in a hug. It’s actually kind of sweet to see such a warm greeting. 

“I hope it’s okay, I didn’t think to let you know I’d be here,” you say.

“It’s always okay,” she says. “I’ll take any excuse to see you.”

“Actually, could I give you this ice? I wanted to have a quick chat with her about something before we eat,” Chan says to his aunt.

“Sure, I’ll take the wine too. You remembered my favorite, I see,” she says affectionately before disappearing back into the house.

“I suppose I don’t have to ask what this is about,” you joke.

“Come on, we’ll go this way,” Chan says without answering. 

The house isn’t nearly as familiar to you as it is to Chan, but you’ve been here enough to recognize that he leads you into a guest room. There are a couple chairs that save you from having to sit on the bed. That feels like it would be a little too intimate. All Chan wants to do is check that you’re okay. 

“I’m surprised you’re here,” Chan states.

“This time of year is about being with the people you care about,” you answer. “Plus, your aunt makes amazing food and I helped you with the pies. It felt like I should be here.” 

“I don’t think you’ve ever been here without Jay,” Chan says. 

It feels different to be alone with you like this. Going out on adventures, alone or in groups where you ended up together, was one thing. Different, yet easy to fall into. Crashing at your apartment after the Halloween party was entirely different from that, even if it ended up being easy. Having you at his apartment yesterday was surprisingly easy. But this, showing up at his aunt’s house without Jay and newly single, it feels weird. Not weird in a bad way, just weird. There’s almost an intimacy to it, like a glimpse into how things might have looked if everything was different. How it would be if you and him were together and spending time with his family. Yet, he also finds that’s not something he really wishes for anymore. It isn’t that he doesn’t still care about you, because that probably won’t ever change. It’s just that he cares more about helping you with your broken heart.

“Should I not have come?” you ask and Chan hates the way you seem smaller again.

“Of course you should’ve,” Chan rushes out. “I’m really happy you’re here. I’ve been wondering how you were since you left my apartment yesterday.” 

Once again, it’s too honest. It’s too vulnerable. Maybe it’s even too much of a burden to possibly admit that to you, but Chan also knows he needs to so he really can move past this. 

“You said the girl you saw him with on Friday night was blonde, right?” you ask and Chan nods. “I’m guessing it was the same girl that answered the door in his t-shirt.”

“What?” Chan nearly shouts.

“I didn’t even have to tell him that you saw him, which is probably a good thing. He can’t try to turn it around that you made it up,” you say. 

“I…is that a thing that he’d do?” Chan wonders because it’s easier to focus on.

You snort. “Yeah, he was convinced you were in love with me or something. Just another way he was deflecting from himself. Like men and women can’t be friends.” 

It’s hard to ignore the way his heart breaks a little at that. Yet the bigger issue is that you’re right, thinking men and women can’t be friends is insane. 

“You’ve been such a good friend to me,” you continue on. “I’m so thankful for that. I didn’t realize how much I needed to see an example of a guy just being kind and caring until you were right there.” 

“It’s pretty easy to be that to you,” Chan says because it’s honest and it’s real. 

“I broke up with Seungsik on the spot, obviously. He didn’t even try to deny it. Actually had the audacity to try and make it my fault. I guess she knew I existed too and didn’t care. Maybe I wouldn’t either if I was getting all his time like that,” you say, more like you’re talking to yourself.

“Yeah you would’ve, you’re too good a person for that,” Chan points out. 

“Maybe,” you concede. 

“I know it’s a cliche, but you really do deserve so much more than that. You deserve someone that’ll wake up every day and appreciate everything you bring to the table because it’s so much,” Chan says. 

“You have to say that, you’re my friend,” you deflect. 

“Oh no, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I don’t even really like you that much. I just stick around because of Jay,” Chan jokes and you laugh, bright and real. 

“Glad you finally admitted it,” you say. “Maybe you can tell that person, whoever they are, to hurry up and come find me.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Chan tells you. “I am glad you’re here, though.”

“Yeah, me too.” 

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DAY 11 | NIGHT WE MET

PAIRING: lee minho x reader

GENRE: angst, unrequited love, college au, non idol au

WC: 1.27k

CW: profesional dancer!minho, mentioned reader/gunil (xdinary heroes), seonghwa (ateez) cameo

PROMPT: realizing they fell for the other one too late

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Minho propped his head on his hand and looked out of the window. He wasn't really watching nature outside the train window; it just served as a distraction. And a cover, so the other people sitting around him won't see his face, even though it's covered by a mask. His deep brown boba eyes weren't, and that eyes are the windows to the soul was a saying for a reason. Especially for Minho. Many people have told him that despite his mysteriously closed-off attitude, his eyes have always betrayed him, telling his deepest secrets to the world.

And especially now, he didn't particularly feel the need to spill his heart to the unknown woman sitting opposite him. Not that she would notice, given the fact that she had been arguing over the phone for the past twenty minutes, but it was better to be safe than sorry. His thoughts were in dangerous territory. As they always did for the past few months, they wandered to you. Minho hadn't seen you for almost a year. The last time you two saw each other was last summer, when you took advantage of the summer break to go on a late August vacation with your whole friend group. Then your lives kicked off; you became busy with your university work, and Minho didn't even make it to Jisung's birthday before his company sent him off to dance for some idol group on tour. But now the tour was finishing, and Minho was on his way back to Seoul. He wasn't supposed to be back for another week, but he made a deal with the company. His best friend Chan was getting married, and Minho planned to surprise him.

But because Chan was also your friend, it meant you would be there too. And here was the core problem. In the time spent around the world and being able to exchange only a few texts a day, often with multiple-hour delays, Minho realized something. Minho realized that he was a complete idiot for what he did back in August. He pondered over the conversation you had the last night of your vacation many times. When it got late and he was in his hotel room, unable to sleep, his mind found its way towards that specific moment, replaying every second of it so vividly that it felt like watching a movie. And with every replay, Minho began slowly realizing something important.

He remembered how you pulled him aside that day, telling him to come meet you outside the beachhouse you and friends rented. He remembered standing there while you went to put on something warmer than a tank top. You walked barefoot alongside the beach, the waves occasionally splashing your ankles. Minho remembered how the stars shone brightly above your heads, mirrored in your eyes. It was romantic, Minho recalled. The breeze had been playing with your hair as you stopped and turned to face him. And then you told him. You confessed with tears in the corners of your eyes, telling him about all the heavy feelings you had harbored since March. You told him how it would be fine if he rejected you, but you just needed to get it off your chest because it was killing you on the inside to have him so close yet so out of reach.

And Minho, being the fool he was, said no. He said he was flattered but didn't feel the same. He only saw you as a friend. You nodded. Minho reached to wipe the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, and you smiled at him. You told him it was okay, you understood. You would just need a little time to allow your heart to get over it as well. Reaching forward, you pressed a light kiss to his cheek and began walking back to the house, leaving Minho on the moonlit beach alone. When he woke up the next morning, you were gone. And that was the last time he saw you. He gave you time, like he promised, and then he left for the tour.

Sometime after two months of touring, you began texting like you used to, but Minho could sense something had shifted. As a matter of fact, it took him several more months to realize what, but he knew it from the start. He got too used to the fact that, in his life, you were a constant. You never left, not even after a few particularly nasty fights. In the end, you were there. Everywhere. Always. So being away from you made him realize just how much he missed you. And not only that. In the lonely, sleepless nights, he had room to think. And he did indeed. He thought about you, what you were doing, or how you were feeling. He thought about how dear you were to him and that he wouldn't know what to do if he lost you. He thought about what his heart did at the mention of your name. He thought about what your texts made him feel. And he came to the conclusion that he was completely, utterly fucked.

Because he was in love with you. He was in love with you for the whole duration of the tour. He was in love with you even back then, in August. He was just too stupid to realize it then.

But now he was going to fix it. He was going to surprise you, spill his heart, and hope you haven't moved on yet. He had watched your Instagram almost obsessively, and you haven't posted anything about a new partner. That hope was what got him through the tour, because as soon as he realized it, he was really close to just packing his things and leaving right there and then. He wanted to tell you in person because you didn't deserve anything less, and he wanted to do it soon.

When Minho arrived at the venue, he went to greet Chan and his friends but avoided you at all costs. As soon as reception began, though, he immediately began searching for you. When he found you, he had to remind himself to stay calm. You hugged, exchanged a few sentences about how you were, and then he came. An unknown man holding two drinks joined you, giving one of them to you. You smiled as a thank-you and said the words that shattered Minho's world. “Oh, Min. Meet Gunil, my boyfriend.”

It took all of Minho's willpower to smile, bow, and shake Gunil's hand before he excused himself. He knew this was his fault. He couldn't blame you for moving on and for finding someone who was there when he couldn't. He cared too much about you to do that. He was the one who was late, and now he had to suffer the consequences. He found himself at the bar, a drink in hand. He downed it in one go and, with a raspy voice, asked the bartender, Seonghwa, according to the name tag, for another one. He didn't ask questions; he simply filled Minho's glass again. And again. Until Minho had too much to drink and the bartender had to take him out for some fresh air.

As Seonghwa led him outside, Minho caught a glimpse of you on the dance floor in Gunil's arms, head thrown back in laughter as your boyfriend spun you around. A part of Minho felt happy for you. Another part of him wished he would find someone to pick up the pieces of his broken heart, just like Gunil did for you.

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Craving Connection — 1

Warnings: reader has nickname Sugar Plum, familial drama, self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of anxiety, allusions to abandonment/abandonment issues, discussions of toxic former relationships, discussions of cheating in said former relationship, Chan calls her ex a cunt (derogatory) multiple times lol, a little bit of spice but it’s very mild bc they’re in public but there’s a somewhat staged ~fake dating~ PDA moment I’m earning that tag on this one babes. Tbh that’s pretty much all there is before we swan dive into it 👀

Length: 4k + text conversation

A/n: so I am a backstory heavy bitch and I can’t seem to start my SMAUs without a few written chapters soooo sorry about that? Also I’m sorry this has taken 8000 years, I’m already working on the next part and have a fair amount of future chapters done so hopefully I’ll be able to update this pretty frequently. Thank you @bibbykins and @j-a-nuary for making this legible. also everyone can thank @gimmethatagustd for how the last scene turned out 🖤

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October 1, 2021 — 5:20am

She bounced on her toes, eyes scanning the small crowd of people pulling suitcases behind them for the familiar freckles of her favorite cousin. She knew he — and the friend he had brought with him — had landed, but the minutes seemed to drag as she watched families and friends reuniting all around her, in the dead of the night.

But the crowd thinning made her palms sweat. The fear that her parents had found out, and gone against their self-imposed rule to never speak about her again, and that Felix had changed his mind about her. 

“Felix! You can’t just drop your shit here, mate!” A voice called out, making her stop in the midst of her aimless pacing and her head snap toward the direction of the sound. She only saw a flash of black before someone slammed into her chest, knocking the wind out of her as they crashed into the floor. 

“Sugar Plum, I’ve missed you so much!” Felix’s deep voice nearly reverberated in her chest from where he laid on top of her, deceptively strong arms constricting around her. 

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she giggled, tightening her grip on him, “You have no idea how much I missed you, Lix.”

“I’m so happy to see you,” he sighed, loosening his grip to hover over her, a pleased smile on his face. “Come on, we have so much to catch up on.”

She rolled her eyes, letting him pull her off the ground before wrapping her in another tight hug. It sent a deep pain through her chest, the moment mirroring the last time she’d seen him — standing in that very airport 2 years before, saying goodbye to him before he left for Seoul. They had cried and promised to see each other at Christmas, Easter, and on every overlapping holiday they could find. It was a promise she regretted breaking — but it was one she had no control over. That had been the first of many days she felt truly alone; and if she’d known what would follow, she might have gone with him then. Maybe if she had, she would still have a family. 

“Felix!” The same voice from earlier called out, making them both look over their shoulders to find the source.

He was gorgeous, even if he was angry. His strong brows were furrowed over narrowed, sparkling brown eyes. “Oh! Good, you’re here,” Felix smiled proudly, before gesturing toward him and clearing his throat, “This is my friend, and roommate, he owed me a favor, which is why he’s here. Besides, his birthday is in like 2 days and I’m such a good friend, so I brought him home to see his family. Aren’t I the best, Chris?”

Dread shot through her at the name; she couldn’t seem to escape memories of him. She pushed down the bitter taste in her mouth — she couldn’t be unfairly judging her cousin's friend just because he shared the unfortunate fate of having the same name as her ex. 

Fortunately, her momentary battle with her brain wasn’t noticed by either boy, seeing as Felix was ignoring the way his friend’s plump lips were pulled tight into a grimace, his strong jaw clenching in anger as he dragged three suitcases behind him, his thick arms piled high with various sweaters and a bouquet of flowers. She bit her lip to suppress a laugh as he glared daggers at her cousin, his gaze softening slightly as he took her in, before hardening again as he refocused on the boy next to her.

“Felix, if you abandon me again with all of your shit, I will leave it behind,” he seethed, dropping the pile of sweaters on the ground with a muffled thump, earning an indignant scream from Felix.

“That’s Hyunjin’s cashmere!” He yelped, diving at the pile. 

The glare faded into an endeared smile as he watched Felix dust off the sweater, shaking his head fondly before turning his attention to her. He held out the bouquet, the soft smile on his plush lips pushing his cheeks up to make his eyes nearly disappear into tiny crescents. “He got these for you back in Seoul. He made the flight attendant put them in water for nearly the whole thing so they wouldn’t wilt. I’m Chan by the way.”

She could feel the tears well up in her eyes again as she took the flowers from him, trying to still her shaking hands. “Thank you,” she forced out, internally cringing at the quiver in her voice as she did. She cleared her throat before tearing her eyes off her cousin, willing away her tears, “So… Chris? Chan? Do you have a preference?”

“No, not really,” he laughed with a shrug, “Felix is really the only one to call me Chris, except my family. All our other friends call me Chan.”

The admission put her mind at ease as she nodded absently, staring at the tulips in her hands, as she mumbled her name to him, followed by a shy, “Everyone calls me Sugar Plum though.” she shrugged, making him smile.

“Honestly, you can call me whatever  you like,” he said, feigning indifference before leaning in and whispering in her ear, “and Sugar Plum is cute, but I think I’d rather call you mine.”

She choked on a gasp and a giggle as he backed away, throwing her a wink.

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October 1, 2021 — 1:45 pm

“You really don’t have to spend the day with me, Chan,” she sighed, slipping the sunglasses down her nose to stare at him over the edge of the frame, “I know you want to see your family and spend time with them. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself for one day.”

Chan felt the bittersweet edge to her words, and he hated how they made his chest tingle with unease. The tone of her voice stirred an ugly anger in his gut as he considered why she would be so quick to dismiss herself. It made him want to prove her wrong — to show her that she was someone who anyone would want to spend time with; someone who he wanted to spend time with.

With a big smile, he threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side, not missing the way she bit her lip and tried to hide the grin growing on her face. “Nah, it’s kinda nice to get to see Sydney like this, you know? I’ve never stayed in a fancy hotel like the one you’re staying in. But also I’m glad I have the chance to get to know you better,” he smiled, watching her sink behind her hands. “Besides, Felix will be back tomorrow, and seeing my parents for two days is better than the zero I thought I would.”

“I’m just saying if you don’t wanna be with me today you don’t need to. I’m used to doing things alone,” she mumbled, making Chan frown.

“Yeah, well, I don’t wanna be alone, so you’re stuck with me today,” he grinned, scrunching his nose at her hesitant expression. “Come on, we’re almost up and you haven’t decided what you want!” He could feel her heartbeat under his hand resting in the middle of her back, and part of him hoped that it was because of him.

“Are you always this serious about ice cream?” She asked, staring up at him with raised eyebrows.

“Are you not serious about ice cream? I mean, come on, it’s one of life’s most simple pleasures!” He exclaimed, drawing attention from the people surrounding them. The laugh that tore out of her made his heart race; he’d never heard anything so perfect.

“You just have to cause a scene, don’t you,” she giggled, pressing her face into his shoulder to hide from the disapproving stare of the old woman in front of them who was shaking her head and mumbling to herself.

“Only when it makes you laugh like that,” he sighed, pleased that he’d been able to pull her out of the tense, almost sour mood she’d been in since Felix told her he would be gone for the day. He didn’t need to know everything that happened with their family to know that she’d been hurt, and something about that sat heavily in his gut. What he did know was that it was too nice of a day for her to spend it alone in the hotel.

“So tell me about school. You’re on the soccer team with Lix, right? What’s everyone else like? What do you all study?” She asked, pushing her sunglasses back onto the top of her head, “I want to know all the details before I start next week.” 

The attention turning on him made heat flood his cheeks, cursing the pink tinge he knew was creeping up his neck as she stared up at him expectantly. The look in her eyes made his mouth run dry — he couldn’t feel like that about her. There was no way Felix would let him live if he tried, and as his roommate, he needed to keep the peace. 

But the feeling of her fingers curling around his bicep made his head swim and his heart race. He knew already there was no way he could deny the effect she had on him. He could only hope she felt the same.

October 1, 2021 — 4:10pm

“Do you wanna hang out here or walk around a bit more?” Chan asked, shoving his wallet back into his pocket as they wandered away from the counter.

She felt her heart flutter for the millionth time that day as he looked at her expectantly. She didn’t know if she could ever get used to someone caring about her opinion so much — it was equal parts exciting and unsettling. 

“It’s supposed to rain, so maybe we should start heading back to the hotel?” She shrugged, trying to push the unease out of her mind; trying to convince herself that Chan wasn’t Christian. Felix would never have trusted him if he was.

At that moment she realized she’d almost gone the whole day without thinking of him. But the moment the thought of him passed through her mind, it was as if she’d conjured him. Because behind Chan’s shoulder, she watched him walk through the door, arm around the shoulders of a girl she had only seen once — the night she packed her things and left him.

“Fuck,” she whispered. He shouldn’t have been there, he should have been in Singapore, planning his wedding. Not in Australia, not in Sydney, but definitely not in her favourite coffee shop. It made her blood boil and her hands shake — Christian had refused to set foot inside it again after she had dragged him there the first time. He’d even told her that she was embarrassing for wanting to go back there. But now; here he was with Hanako. With the fiancée he’d conveniently forgotten to mention. 

Jealousy and rage clouded her senses, but the crushing sense of inadequacy that filled her made her stomach turn. He never looked at her the way he was looking at Hanako — so full of love and adoration. She couldn’t even blame him; she was gorgeous. Her silky black hair cascaded down her back effortlessly, and a sweet smile seemed to be set permanently on her heart shaped lips. The more she stared at her the more self conscious she became — Hanako seemed to be everything she was not.

She realized at that moment it was never about the coffee shop; he was embarrassed to be with her.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chan asked, crowding her sight as he pulled her toward the wall of books. His hands cradling her face tenderly made the fresh wave of tears sting in her eyes. She hated it — she hated that he could see the cracks in her, hated how Christian could find new ways to hurt her, and hated that there was still part of her that was affected by him.

“Not really,” she laughed sarcastically, pushing the bone crushing hurt back down. “That guy over there, the asshole with the tattoos and the all black, the one with the girl in the dress? He’s my ex. And I don’t want him to see me.”

Chan’s head whipped around to look over his shoulder, finding them with ease before turning back to face her, “That guy?”

She nodded, “Yeah. And that’s his fiancée.”

“What a cunt,” Chan mumbled, shaking his head. 

She grabbed his shoulders, positioning her in front of him to effectively block herself from Christian’s view, using Chan’s broad frame as a shield, “I can’t stand him.“

“Hey, don’t worry about him, just focus on me,” Chan said softly, shuffling forward to cage her against the bookshelf. “What do you wanna do?”

“I just-I don’t want him to see me. He wasn’t supposed to be here,” she mumbled with a pout.

He nodded before he took a step forward, pressing her back fully against the wall, “I’m gonna touch you, is that okay?” He asked, his hands hovering over her waist. The earnestness in his eyes gave her goosebumps; she couldn’t remember a time anyone looked at her like he was right then. 

“Yeah, you can touch me,” she nodded breathlessly, “Can I..?”

“Of course,” he smiled, shivering as her hands skimmed across his shoulders, one hand gently tracing shapes into the muscle of his chest while the other occupied itself with the curly black hairs at the nape of his neck. “God it’s so stupid but I’m just-like-I have so many questions.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes, tugging his hair lightly, “Don’t say it’s stupid, you’re curious. That’s normal. I’ll answer whatever you wanna know.”

“I’m not sure I wanna know honestly,” he laughed bitterly, “Whatever you tell me will probably just make me want to punch him in the face.”

A soft warmth spread through her at his honesty; it was incredibly refreshing after spending 2 years constantly guessing what Christian was thinking or feeling. For a second she imagined how nice it would be to be with someone like him. But she quickly shook herself out of the fantasy — she barely knew Chan, how could she possibly think she knew him well enough to imagine a relationship with him.

“I doubt it, Channie,” she sighed, looking away from his eyes, focusing on the thin gold chain that sat on his collarbones. It caught the light every time she twirled a curl around her finger, making an image of him hovering over her with his chain smacking his chin as he pounded into her flash through her head. Tendrils of lust curled in her belly — she didn’t know how thoroughly and quickly Chan managed to take root in her head but she knew it couldn’t be good. 

“Well, he’s your ex and he has a fiancée, so I think anything I find out about him is going to make me hate him more than I do right now,” he scoffed before adding, “You’re lucky it’s me with you today and not Felix. He wouldn’t even ask, he’d just start swinging.” 

She couldn’t help but laugh at that — he was right. Her cousin was prone to reacting first and asking questions later. “I mean, that’s fair I guess. But honestly it was barely a relationship. I mean, you and I are being more scandalous now than he and I ever were.”

“You’re telling me he had you and he wasn’t showing you off to everyone with eyes?” Chan asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

She shook her head before answering, “We didn’t really do… anything. We didn’t go out, I never met his friends or family and he never met mine. I realize now it’s because I was his side piece and he couldn’t have anyone asking about me,” she shrugged, wishing she didn’t sound so defeated. 

Chan’s body went rigid under her hands, his jaw clenched and his hands tightening on her hips. “What a fucking cunt,” he ground out through his teeth, “If you were mine, fuck, I’d never be able to keep my hands off you. My friends would be sick of how much I talk about you, Sugar Plum — especially Felix.”

The flames of desire surged in her veins again; it was almost overwhelming. She knew Chan was dangerous for her for any number of reasons, but the main one being that he made her want for the first time in a long time. She didn’t realize how much she craved what he was offering until he put it into words. But she didn’t know if he meant it as seriously or as desperately as she wanted it. 

Chan’s voice in her ear made her shiver, pulling her out of the thought spiral that was beginning to consume her. “I really can’t stand this,” he mumbled before a wicked smile spread across his face, “Alright, so, I’m gonna get real close to you, and you’re gonna slip your hand under the back of my shirt, okay? If you’re uncomfortable or want me to back off, I will, but he needs to know what he lost. So he can see you’re not bothered by him.”

Her mouth went dry as she put his plan together in her head, watching the smirk grow as she dropped one hand from where it was resting on the back of his neck, her fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. “You’re evil, just like me,” she breathed, splaying her hand across his warm, muscular expanse of skin as both of his grabbed her hips, adjusting his stance so he could tower over her slightly. “I like that about you,” she admitted, making him chuckle.

He surged forward, his nose bumping against hers, “I like that about you too, Sugar Plum,” he smiled, “Now if you wanna really sell it, I’m gonna dip my head down and you’re gonna pull my hair and kiss my neck.”

“Okay,” she whispered back, feeling Chan’s breath on her neck, his hand sliding into her hair to steer her where he wanted her. Her fingers tightened in his hair on instinct as her lips brushed the junction of his neck — making goosebumps spread across his tanned arms. She felt him shudder, giggling an apology into his skin.

“Don’t be sorry,” he argued, resting his forehead against her collarbone, “It was nice, I just can’t control what my body does when someone like you kisses my neck like that. I mean, it’s really not fair.” 

She was about to apologize again when she felt his plush lips make contact with her skin, but where her touch was fleeting and almost accidental, his lips attached themselves to her neck with force. 

The gentle suction ripped a startled gasp from her. He pulled away with a wet pop, smiling innocently, “Now we’re even,” he shrugged. “I’m sure he’s fucking boiling now. I know I would be if I saw that.” 

It took her a second to remember how their little charade had begun, feeling dizzy because of Chan’s presence and proximity. She had nearly forgotten about Christian entirely, something she couldn’t deny made her stomach flip with both anxiety and excitement. She had to fight through the haze in her mind to even think of a coherent response. “Chan I don’t think he’s looking—“

“Why wouldn’t he be looking? You’re the most interesting thing here. Everyone should be looking.”

The absolute certainty in his voice was staggering to her — she knew he meant it. But she couldn’t understand why. He barely knew her, but he was committing near public indecency just to spite her ex on her behalf. Maybe it was because he was so close with Felix, one of the only people she trusted wholeheartedly and implicitly, but she didn’t question Chan’s intentions or authenticity in the slightest.

It made her want him even more.

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” she whispered back, the words coming out of their own volition. She knew he meant it — but she needed to hear him confirm it.

He surged forward, his nose bumping against hers — a habit of his that she enjoyed a little too much. “Hey, I fucking mean it, yeah? You’re incredible. And just because that asshole couldn’t see it doesn’t make it any less true,” Chan said seriously, pushing a piece of hair out of her face, “You’re so—“

“Babe, what the fuck is all this? Who the fuck are you letting grope you in our place.” 

The too familiar voice that cut him off felt like a bucket of ice water being thrown on her.

She peeked over Chan’s shoulder to see Christian — sans Hanako — glaring daggers at the back of Chan’s head. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Chan’s voice, “Excuse you, mate, but who the right fuck are you? And what business of yours who gropes her where?”

A shocked scoff came out of Christian, his eyes narrowing as he assessed Chan, “I’m her boyfriend, mate, which is why I wanna know why you’re all over her.”

Chan threw his head back, a full laugh tearing out of his throat before shaking his head, “Nah, you’re her ex aren’t you? I’ve heard all about you,” Chan rolled his eyes, turning back to face her, his expression softening as he ran his thumb over her cheekbone and down to her lips, gently pulling her bottom lip from between her teeth. She hadn’t realized she’d begun to chew on it nervously as she looked between them, but Chan’s soft smile and gentle hands made the tension drop from her frame. “Why don’t you leave us alone? Don’t you have a fiancée to look after, champ?”

She saw the rage ignite in Christian’s eyes at his obvious insult, his mouth opening to say something that she knew would slice through her straight to the bone — a skill he wielded like a professional through their relationship. He always knew what to say to inflict the most damage the fastest, leaving her shattered in his wake.

But before he could make a sound, her name was being called out — signaling their order was ready — and Chan was steering her away from him. 

She took a single step forward before a hand closed around her wrist, dragging her out from Chan’s arm. “Don’t fucking walk away from me again, baby. You don’t understand—“

“No, Christian. I don’t need to understand anything. You had a fucking fiancée the whole time we were together. Do you know how much that hurt me? After all that I gave up for you?” She couldn’t seem to stop the words from coming out — but if she was honest with herself, she needed to say them. “And before you say anything, to try and manipulate yourself out of the mess you made — I heard you say that I meant nothing to you; that I was just a piece of ass you were fucking around with before settling down. So get your hands off me,” she seethed, glaring at him. Pain sparkled in his eyes as he opened his mouth to argue but she cut him off, “Just stop, Chris; I don’t want to hear it. Now let me go.” He staggered back as if he’d been slapped, releasing her. 

Chan took her hand, making her turn to look at him over her shoulder, “You ready to leave?”

She couldn’t trust her voice anymore, only managing a nod before his arm was around her shoulders, pulling her toward the exit, grabbing their coffees and passing her drink off to her seamlessly. 

With that, they walked out of the doors, not bothering to look behind them. And for the first time in years she felt in control. She didn’t feel like a pawn being used or a prop in someone else’s life. The rush of it was addicting; the electricity of it seemed to thrum under her skin. Chan made her feel powerful, and she never wanted it to stop. 

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[koorminii]

wus good/curious | bang chan (m)

It’s sloppy, messy as ever as spit slicks your chin and you huff into his mouth, stepping backwards and tripping over the edge of the couch. You hate fucking on leather but Chan loves it. His hand trails down past the hem of your skirt and along your bare skin, feather light touches that leave goosebumps in their wake and send a shiver up your spine.

❥ pairing: chan x f!reader ❥ genre: pwp (minimal), smut & angst (?) ❥ rating: 18+ ❥ word count: 2.8k ❥ warnings: mentions of a past toxic relationship, chan wants you back, you are having none of it. chan is not like chan! but he’s really hot, just really horny and a bit dark. sex club, banter, lust/hate relationship, praise, pussy eating, oral!m & f receiving, rough makeout sessions, mentions of drinking and smoking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cum eating, petnames kinda, dom!chan, sub!reader, messy sex, size kink, teasing, edging, begging, slight humiliation, hickeys, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, questionable words from chan at the end. ❥ a/n: first of all, I’ve been having major chan brain rot like it’s getting bad… and most of my fics are gonna be named after pnd songs.. just like this one and relax with me because i’m obsessed so if there’s any pnd lovers hi. but actually I was inspired by U&I by the neighbourhood so definitely listen to that… and I hope you enjoy! lmk if I’m missing any tags <3 ALSO! if you plan on staying around, I have a form for kinktober that I would appreciate if you filled out so I can get a headstart <3

playlist: wus good/curious - partynextdoor, U&I - the neighbourhood, one night only - sonder, between us - TYuS

Red lights give Chan a headache. His eyes strain to see in the otherwise darkened room, the people around him just a mass of blurry figures grinding and moving against each other like they’ll die without another person’s touch.

Red lights make Chan dizzy, but the promise of what’s to come allows him to ignore it. The lights flicker and his vision fights with itself to focus. He barely registers the hand sliding up his pants when his eyes flutter shut, his drink teetering over the edge of his glass and threatening to spill on the expensive leather. It’s the least of his worries, though, because all that’s on his mind is you.

Does he regret how things ended? Yeah, maybe a little, but that’s just how things are. He can’t help his nature and he can’t give you the perfect loving boyfriend that you want. It just isn’t him. He does miss you, and if you took him back he wouldn’t complain, but he already knows what would be in store if you did. Screaming matches every night, leaving and not coming back until late the next day, fighting and making up over and over. And then sex. lots and lots of sex. His favorite part if he had to choose.

He’s not keen on hearing you scream at him while he’s nursing a hangover like he quite often is, and neither were your neighbors. Going on and on until the birds started to sing and your voice was coming out hoarse. The exhaustion was clear on your face, the resignation that this was never going to work. After a while he was just waiting for you to give up and finally walk out like you should have done a long time ago, until you actually did.

Not even a goodbye. A fuck you before driving off. Nothing. And that hurt more than anything else ever could. So does he miss you? Hell fucking yes. Would he do things differently this time around? He has no idea, and somehow that’s reason enough for him to know everything would go to shit if you two did start again. He just isn’t made to love, only made to hurt, and he has enough of something in his heart where he won’t make you go through that again.

He doesn't know why he’s here. Partying every night is nothing new to him and he’d probably be at this club tonight anyway, but the reason he is still has him pacing in his mind and wondering if he should just leave now before he fucks everything up like he usually does.

It’s not often you ask him for favors. He didn’t think he would ever hear you ask for anything ever again, so when you asked him to meet you at Le coït, the most expensive club in the city, he said yes.

Red lights make Chan lightheaded, but now he has one girl whispering in his ear and another slipping her fingers into his open dress shirt. His head lolls on the backrest of the couch, his legs spread wide inviting anyone interested to take their spot between them when he spots you. Hair fluffed out, eyes shadowed by dark eyeliner, and lips a deep scarlet red. You’re standing over him, looking down at him like a mother would look at her naughty child. He smirks. “Hey, doll.”

Looking over at him you can’t help but wonder if you made a mistake. After all, who calls their toxic ex over to them instead of running the opposite direction? He’s still as sexy as ever, and even more promiscuous after abandoning the facade of ever being faithful.

He sits up when you don’t respond, shrugging the two girls that were draped over him into either side of the couch. They roll their eyes before standing up and sneering at you on their way out. You roll your eyes, “Can’t you control your little hoochies?”

“Not my fucking problem.”

You send a glare his way and he just stares at you from under hooded eyes as if he’s examining, assessing how much you’ve changed over the last seven months. “I met you here. What the fuck else do you want?” He snaps, standing up to leer over you.

“I want you to act like you at least have a semblance of decency, and not be a dick for two seconds.” You grit, looking him in the eyes just long enough to see him laugh.

“But isn’t that what you liked best about me?”

You look down, the subject of your sharp look being the outline in his jeans. “Yeah,” you say sweetly.

He pauses, lost for words, until “What do you want?” He growls, lips pressed together tightly.

“Oh please,” you tease, “don’t act like I’m sneaking up on you and you didn’t practically jump at the chance to meet me.” Chan rolls his eyes, his jaw clenching and the only thing he wants to do is keep fighting, especially if that means he gets to talk to you longer.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“Which is?”

“I- I want us to…” You stammer, and for a moment Chan sees past the front you’ve put up and the girl he remembers. The one it was just too easy to make his own, following whatever he said until you finally put your foot down. “I want you to fuck me,” You grit, “At least to remind me of the one thing you always did right.”

He can’t help the laugh that leaves his throat. “Wow,” he grins, “You’ve seeked me out for a hookup?”

You shuffle your feet, switching your weight from one foot to the other. “If you’re gonna give me a hard time, I’ll pay you and you can act like you don’t want it just as much as me.”

“Pay me,” He huffs, “like I'm some whore on the street?”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

His eyes cut daggers into your own, but you don’t back down. He relinquished any power he had over you a long time ago.

“Fine.”

You shouldn’t, but you’re too pent up to care. When Chan’s fingers slip under the waistband of your leather skirt, all you can think about is how good he’s going to make you feel. Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers slide into his hair and grab. His mouth opens and a puff of air is visible in the smoke that leaves his mouth. You smirk, bringing him closer and pressing your lips together. A kiss much too tender for a causal hookup between two exes in a private room of a sex club, but Chan fists your shirt and pulls you impossibly closer. His fingers dig into your hips and he kisses you like a man starved.

It’s sloppy, messy as ever as spit slicks your chin and you huff into his mouth, stepping backwards and tripping over the edge of the couch. You hate fucking on leather but Chan loves it. His hand trails down past the hem of your skirt and trails along your bare skin, feather light touches that leave goosebumps in their wake and send a shiver up your spine. He pushes your legs down harshly, spreading them wide enough for him to slot himself between them. He hasn’t stopped kissing you and you can barely breathe, sliding your hand out of his hair and clawing at his back, gripping his silk shirt and tearing at it with your nails. You drag it upwards with an unspoken message of off off off.

He sneaks a hand over your neck and pushes your head upwards and into the couch. His breath ghosts over your skin, fruity and sweet from alcohol, before he sinks down and nips at your neck. You hear yourself moan before you register the harsh kisses he’s trailing along your neck, ripping open the white blouse you put on for the first time today and trailing kisses along your chest. He bites and sucks and licks over the marks he’s sure to have left before he finally pulls his shirt over his head.

You drag your fingers against his skin. You know the warm honey tone even if you can’t see it, the red lights casting a dark shadow over his features. His hair covers his eyes as he looks down at you, and you can’t even see the whites of his pupils from this angle. You can’t help the gasp that leaves your mouth, he’s like a devil clad in leather eating you from the inside out and making you his.

“You’re absolutely sinful,” he slurs, the movement of his spit slicked lips slowed by the lasting effects of whatever narcotics he’s spent his night taking. Chan stares down at you— the way your hair fans out and your lashes flutter under his attention. Your lips are swollen and wet, open just wide enough for him to slip a finger inside. He does just that, slotting his thumb between your lips and pushing your top lip up, fighting the urge to drool over how plump they are. He can’t help but remember how full they look around his cock.

You moan around his finger, closing his lips around him when he allows, and suckle on his skin. The pleasure he gets from that alone has precum dribbling in his tight pants, the outline of his heavy cock visible to anyone who looked close enough. He shuts his eyes and sighs, slouching against you. Your legs bracket his waist and his crotch is right in front of your entrance. Your skirt rides up your waist so the view of your pussy and sopping panties is in plain sight, practically begging for pleasure.

He drags a ringed finger up your fold through your underwear, and your legs fight to close. You’re so sensitive from almost nothing at all, and a strangled moan leaves your mouth when he takes his thumb and pushes it against your clit, rubbing it through the fabric. The pleasure is muffled but still has you whimpering against him, crying out when he slots his lips against yours.

You break apart from the kiss and dart your tongue and swipe it across his lips. He hisses, his eyes snapping open and you lean closer and peck his lips, begging, “Just fuck me, please. A-and then we can go our separate ways just.. just—”

Breaths coming out ragged and sharp, Chan cuts you off and smashes his lips against yours practically growling and ravenous as he pulls you impossibly closer. Your moans and whines leave your mouth like a garbled mess and Chan doesn’t stop.

He pulls your underwear down leaving it dangling on your ankle as he creeps closer to your dripping cunt. “I’ll give you whatever you want,” he sighs, and the cool air on your sensitive folds has your eyes fluttering shut.

Contrary to what you expect, he brings his fingers back against you, rubbing at your swollen nub as your eyes slip closed and you go slack against the sticky leather. A lusty haze settles over you like a dank fog seeping into your pores and taking over. Chan’s fingers only speed up slightly, just enough to keep the arousal bubbling in your belly constant. Your hips jerk against him and you grind against his fingers, whining pitifully when it still isn’t enough.

“Wanna see you fuck yourself on my fingers and show me how badly you want to come,” Chan groans in your ear and your hips stutter as a long whine spills from your lips. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, yes,” you slur, grabbing at his shoulders for support as you move your hips faster.

“Good girl.”

You whimper, and everything fades as you feel the knots in your stomach clench, your climax approaching steadily. You feel cum leak down your legs and onto the couch, but Chan doesn’t stop. Only now does he speed up and your hips speed up with him. When the warmth leaves you and your hips shake, you cry out and Chan finally stops, taking his wet fingers and putting them in his mouth.

Chan groans at the taste, and almost loses his mind at the wet spot where you lay, your arousal still leaking down your legs. You felt his hands grab at your cheeks, massaging the flesh before leaning in and licking a stripe across your center. You yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders as he continued working on you, sucking dutifully on your clit and running his tongue up and down between your folds.

“Oh…”

Chan pulls off and groans, “You taste so good.”

Your hand runs shakily through his hair, grabbing at the loose strands and pulling him up. “I want you to fuck me,” You groan, your lips wobbly and your eyes hazy where they meet his.

“Oh baby,” he tsks, “You still have some work to do, don’t you?” He pulls your hand from his hair and leans up, making quick work of unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. There’s a wet spot in his boxers from pre cum and his cock springs out when he pulls them down. You feel your mouth go dry, his cock clean and pretty just like him, flushed and wet at the tip. The red lights become second nature and you barely notice them when they bounce off his skin and he leans forward dragging you down by your ankles.

“Suck.” He commands, pushing your head forward and dragging his heavy length over your lips. Your whines are muffled when he shoves it inside and you gag, too heavy and too big and much too quick. Your lips wrap around him sucking gently, your tongue lapping against the tip. Pre cum coats your tongue and you sink down even further, your throat closing and your nose tickled by pubic hair.

Chan groans from above you, your hair in a vice grip as he steadily pushes you on and off his cock. His mouth hangs open and his eyes flutter as you work on him sucking and kissing all over his pretty, flushed skin. You can’t help the moan that leaves your mouth and the vibrations against his sensitive crotch has him jerking against you.

“Fuck,” he moans, “You were made just for me.”

You sob in his hold, it comes out choked and watery but he smirks all the same before pulling you off and pushing you backwards. His biceps flex when he grabs your thighs and turns you over, your cheek pressed into the sticky cushion— your back arched and legs spread wide. He smooths his hand over your arch before pulling back and spreading you wide and slotting his dick inside with no warning.

He stretches you out so well, a moan punching its way out your throat as he buries himself in your tight heat. His fingers dig into your skin so hard you cry out in pain but he doesn’t let up, determined to have you walking home with bruises that spell out his name.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” He growls, thrusting into you particular harshly when you cry out. “Thinking you can just walk away from me?” He says it almost like he’s shocked. He pushes your head down into the cushion, and his dick pushes even deeper. When you reach a hand down you can feel the imprint where his tip lays as he thrusts in slow and deep.

Your cheek is amused against the chair and drool pools out your mouth. You can’t think past anything but full. You're so, so, full. Chan always knows just what you need to feel good.

You can’t stop your moans as he thrusts in and out of your sopping wet pussy. The sound of his cock drilling in you and stirring your arousal is filthy and rings in your ears, but the shame isn’t enough to stop you from moving your hips back and meeting him thrust for thrust. You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you and Chan’s as well as his thrusts become sloppier and lose their rhythm.

Chan groans and you feel his cum paint your walls. Your orgasm follows when he thrusts lazily into you, riding his orgasm and continuing to cum deep inside.You try to protest but your body racks with shivers and you can’t stop cumming. Chan laughs above you and leaves a heavy smack on your ass, and you can feel the skin blush a deep red even though you can’t see it. He pulls out and you feel the mixture of your release dribble down your front. Your hips are still stuck in the air, frozen, while your body continues to shake.

“I did a number on you huh, baby.” Chan teases, before leaning down and leaving a lazy kiss against you. You’re too fucked out to reciprocate and the smirk that adorns Chan’s face is borderline cruel. “I turned you into my own stupid slut, didn’t I?” He laughs, smoothing his hand through your hair.

“You know you can’t stay away for long.”

You feel his lips press your cheek before everything goes dark.

a/n: as always, thank u so much for reading and I hope u enjoyed! more than happy to hear ur thoughts <3

[skzhera]

Straykids: A variety show incident.

It was one of those regular days with schedules and classes and events to attend. They had it all in check till later afternoon when they had 30 minutes to themselves. They gathered in one dorm to just chill and spend some time with each other while not being trapped with cameras and managers. Felix, IN and Han went to Lix’s room to play some video games, Seungmin was in the kitchen making a cereal bowl of Hyunjin and himself while Hyunjin sat on the counter. Changbin was scrolling on his phone, Lee know was peeling some fruit for everyone while Hera sat on the ground beside him (not really helping, just waiting for him to be done so she can eat.) and Chan sat on the couch beside Changbin, simply surfing through Netfilx.

*Ah I don’t like these men. Such big pussies*

*Language. And, I know they are mean for no reason. Especially to foreigners, but we just gotta do this one.* Chan tried making sense to Hera, despite not being so sure to himself.

They were supposed to go on a comedy show with Doni and Coni as it’s hosts. They have had shot with them before, multiple times rather, and have not particularly enjoyed their company. They have been funny, no doubt, but have also made some baseless, insensitive comments about all of them, on and off screen. The first time they shot with them, they made comments about Changbin, that he didn’t take to seriously, but it affected the junior members of the band.

*Oh c’mon Chris! You know they are horrible! We have had enough encounters with them to know that. At least now we can cancel on them!* Hera tried, really hard.

*Let’s give them one last shot at this, if not, we won’t schedule anything with them any further…?* Lee know tried justifying the situation while continuing to peal the fruits.

*As if we haven’t had enough!

Do ya’ll even remember the amount of times they have insulted us?

Calling Bin ugly!

Whacking people with hammers on their head!

Making fun of Felix on MULTIPLE occasions for not being able to speak when put on spot!

Teasing me relentlessly for being a complete outsider!

Calling Hyunjin ‘Just a visual!!’

The list goes on and on! We are just encouraging them by constantly ging to their show!* Hyunjin and Seungmin simply nodded along gravely, while chomping on their cereal. 

*Well, when u list it all like that, it does sound awful..*

*Because it is!!*

*Well, since it’s already scheduled, we have no other option but to go. Now, lets get dressed.* He slowly got up, clapping his hands together, exhausted and low-key given up while agreeing with all Hera just mentioned.

They got ready and arrived at the set. They were getting some touch ups done while ignoring all the ‘Funny’ comments Doni and Coni were making about how they all look tired, ‘Kids you’re age can’t get tired’, how they are just a bunch of Idol- looking individuals but look at how far they have made, etc.

Hera kept ignoring, decided to keep her mouth shut for the evening and just get through with it.

Somewhere around a thirty-minute mark, while playing a game, the duo began making strange comments about Hera. They were having a good time but regardless, making some racist comments about Hera every now and then. Hera kept ignoring the first couple. Once she couldn’t, there was a minute with Lee know held her back physically from making a scene.

But when that didn’t stop, Chan got up.

*Excuse me, I’m sorry. But can we stop filming for a couple of minutes.

Sir, your comments about my members are getting a little out of hand. I wouldn’t wanna name big terms and scar you off, but please be mindful.* Chan spoke in a firm tone, he rarely ever used with the kids.

The hosts on the other hand, did not take this seriously. They simply smirked within themselves, mumbled some unconvincing Okays, and decided to start filming again. Although, right before the cameras got rolling, they made another comment about how idols their generation would be able to take criticism, unlike these ‘Babies’.

A few minutes later, it was Hera’s turn to take part in the game. While she stood between Doni and Coni, the members could notice the a change in her as well other members’ demeanor.

Yet after a while, they made another comment about her Indian heritage, and began mocking her actions.

*Alright that’s it. Thank you.* She took a bow to both hosts, and simply began walking off the set. The hosts began laughing, thinking it was some sort of a joke since she didn’t seem too serious.

Chan and the members got up, smirked and began walking off when the hosts finally caught on.

*Woah, wait. Where are ya’ll going? She’s a girl she can’t take care of her emotions! You guys don’t need to go.*

*Man, I think it’s high time you understand-* Chan was politely trying to tell them off when Changbin cut him off.

*We are done with you.* Changbin said, as he kept walking off.

*I hope we never film with ya’ll again!* Lee know yelled in a sing-song manner. That was followed by Hyunjin and Han’s high-pitched laughter.

That was one of the incidents that was somewhat almost covered by Korean News but JYPE managed to shut it down before it got out of hand. The show’s episode was never filmed and nothing ever aired. The fans were glad when later in one of the lives Lee know candidly spoke briefly about how an episode was supposed to come out, but because of certain issues, it didn’t.

They did get their managers a little pissed at their actions, but Chan was more than just proud for them to stand up, and was willing to listen to them get yelled at for a little bit. Hera's Masterlist!

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Always Yours~ Pt. 1

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader (9th member)

Word count: 314 (i think)

Series Warnings: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, past trauma (non-descriptive), depression, mild self-harm, scars

9 years.

9 years since i became a trainee at JYP. 9 years of slowly losing hope that i would ever match to a group. The majority of that hope was lost when the only other person who understood how long and hard I've worked for this.

Chan.

My only friend as a recruit. The only person who was genuinely nice to me. He found a group a year ago. Of course I'm happy for him, but there's a small part of me that hopes it had been me.

Now, I'm waiting one last time to try and find a group. I was given the ultimatum last week. It was all fancily worded but it basically meant "This is your last chance or we're kicking your rude, non-conformal ass out of the program."

I get snapped out of my trip down memory lane by a staff member calling my name, telling me its my turn.

Great.

This'll go well.

I sigh and stand up, walking into the room. I hear a sigh from behind the table. "To tall for a girl group, too cold, too rude, can't get along with anyone" the words flash through my head as i look up at the familiar face of the audition manager.

"Well, you've heard my opinion multiple times, yet here you are again. I can't imagine this'll go any better than normal, but you are talented in everything except for people skills, so go on in i guess" he says without looking up and gestures towards the door to my right.

I walk in and take a seat across from the head table, not making eye contact with anyone seated there. I stare at my lap, waiting for the usual carefully covered up insults to start.

Instead I hear another voice than the one I'm used to.

"Ash? Is that really you?"

I look up.

"Chan?"

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Stray Kids Scenario - I Own You ~ Christopher Bang

Post Date: 15th September 2022 Content: Fluff(Ish)/ Angst/ Smut  Word Count: 4.8K TW?: MafiaBoss!Chan/ Mention of alcohol/ Mentions of weapons/ Mentions of violence/ Mentions of blood/ Possessive!Chan/ Master kink/ Throat grabbing/ Lip biting/ Ass slapping/ Hickeys/ Penetration/ Breath Play/ Oral (Recieving) Fingering/ Multiple orgasms/ Dirty Talk/ Creampie  Summary: An invitation to a dinner party at another mafia boss’ venue seemed to be a great idea until Chan has to put his life on edge to protect you, his emotions pushing him to limits until he breaks. Those emotions need to be let out someway, somehow.

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Champagne, suits and ties and form-fitting dresses surrounded you as your firm firmly links around your date, Chan. A formal dinner party that he’d had an anonymous invitation for, promising you that as a mafia boss, he had enough respect to make sure nothing was going to happen to his men and you. Most importantly, you. Taking hold of two glasses off of the server’s tray, he looks at you with a small smile, handing you one of the glasses, “Champagne, for my lady”. As your fingers lightly grasp around the glass, you look up at him with a smirk, glasses lightly clinking together before taking sips from it. Chan admired you in the form-fitting black dress that hugged every curve, the way your hair fell past your shoulders, the way you looked like a princess, fit for the king himself. 

Just as you were about to ask Chan a question, a loud uproar of his name from a very tall, muscular man comes into view, a hand reaching out to shake his, “Chan! I’m so glad you could make it!”. It was another mafia boss, Tony, a quite friendly mafia boss considering their own base couldn’t stan Chan’s. “And who’s this beautiful lady?” Tony asks, taking your hand as he gently places a kiss on the top of it. Oh, how Chan hated it, unlinking his arm from yours to wrap it around your waist, pulling you close to him tightly, “This is my lovely Y/N,” he says through gritted teeth, forcing a fake smile as the bigger man dared to look you up and down. “She is lovely indeed. Anyway, it should be a fun night, help yourselves to the food, there’s plenty to go around,” Tony replies, words coming out slowly as he stares you down a little, almost a little bit too long for Chan’s liking. 

Just as Tony walks away, getting distracted by the greetings of people walking through the door, Chan’s grip on your waist tightens even more, noticing a certain someone strutting into the building, “Whatever you do, don’t leave my side. You got me?” Chan orders, his face so serious that you start to panic inside, you softly reply, “I always will be”. The gentle smile on your face as you looked at him made him nod, realising that you understood without asking questions. A firm kiss is placed on your temple as he guides you through the crowd towards the food, “Are you hungry?” he asks with a softer smile than you’ve seen tonight, nodding in reply as you giggle, “Always am, my love”.

Deciding on what to have on the plate, a small share of smiles is exchanged between you and Chan, as his hand rises to your face, holding onto a toothpick with a small piece of meat on it. Giggling at his attempt to be sweet, you hold your hand under your chin as he carefully puts the item into your mouth, “My lady shouldn’t have a lift a finger to get her food,” he says with a smirk growing on his face as he takes your plate from your grasp, taking it into his other hand, fitting it on it next to his plate. “Who knew you could be such a gentleman,” you tease as you pat your lips with a napkin, unable to hold back a laugh when his face falls, offended at your little comment. “I’m always a gentleman,” he defends himself as he pulls you in by your waist, his lips briefly touching yours as he pulls away slightly, “Okay, maybe not in the bedroom, but I always treat you good”.

Now it was the task of finding a suitable table to eat your food at, people in the way of any access to anything. Due to the human traffic, both of you are pressed up against a wall, waiting for the trail of people to disperse before running to get the last of the two seats in the corner. However, before you could even sit down, the person that Chan was most weary of approaching you. The man was just as tall as Tony, his blonde hair down to his shoulders, a well-trimmed beard and bright blue eyes that pierced your skin. The man grabs you by your waist as he pulls you close to him, pulling you away from Chan without realising who you’ve arrived with, not noticing him in the corner, scanning the close proximity for you. You attempt to fight your way out of his grasp, but both of your hands are pinned up against his body, “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here at Tony’s dinner party? Huh?”. You wanted to scream, but you didn’t want to draw too much attention to yourself, at the possibility of putting yourself at risk.

The next thing you knew, you’re free from the man’s grasp, ending up in Chan’s instead as he puts himself in the space between you and the man, “Oh Chan, you’re here, fantastic,” the man scoffs, rolling his eyes. Though the shift in his mood the minute he realises the way you’re grasping onto Chan for support, “How did you manage to convince her to be with you huh?” he mocked, standing tall over Chan, hands in his pockets, nose turned up. Chan lets go of you, pushing you behind him before coming toe-to-toe with the man as he glares at him with dark eyes, reaching into his pocket for the gun that rested in his duty belt. Chan’s voice matches the seriousness in his face, gritting his teeth as he challenges the man, “Don’t touch or go near my girlfriend again Anthony, or I’ll kill you”. At this point, the whole room froze in time, eyes all on the three of you.

Anthony cracks out into laughter, eyebrow raised as he leans down slightly, “You want me to seriously believe she’s your girlfriend by choice? She’s better off with someone else...” his eyes move from Chan to you, “Like me,” he winks as you hide behind Chan, grasping at his bicep. “How can someone like you, have such a sexy, beautiful lady like her on your arm?” Anthony challenges, even more, Chan’s blood boils, and his heart races with pure rage as he carefully scopes the room, shaking his head. “You seriously want to test me, here?” Chan replies with a scoff, lip curling in the corner of his mouth, but Anthony doesn’t budge, smiling down at Chan as he spreads his arms outward, “Take a shot, pal,” he calmly says, and the sounds of guns clocking around the room made you freeze. Chan seems unphased by this, but his only worry was you. Chan’s arm rises with the gun in his hand, pointing it towards Anthony who calls his bluff, “Chan, please don’t,” you choke a whisper. “Don’t worry my love, I wouldn’t dare pull the trigger in front of you,” a whisper in his reply, Chan had his head turned towards you slightly, eyes locked on what he envisioned as a bullseye. 

Only the sound of your heartbeat racing in your throat could be heard in the dead silent room, you’d never thought you’d actually be at gunpoint again after Chan saved you one night from a gang who tried to threaten you into their car. That night flashes in your vision as your grip on his arm tightens, pulling on it slightly as Chan disarms himself, slipping the gun back into its sleeve on his belt before grabbing your hand firmly, “I’ll see you again,” he murmurs. Ready to push a path through the crowd towards the door, a slap was sent over your ass, “God, and she looks absolutely incredible from behind too,” Anthony whistles. “I said keep your fucking hands off of her, I will not hesitate to kill you,” Chan growls, leaving you in the hands of his own men that guarded the door, who protected you as they guided you to the car despite the fight you had put up to stay next to Chan’s side. “Come on, Chan! Lighten up!” Anthony taunts, “Yeah, let her come back in and let’s have a good time, yeah?” Tony appears from the crowd, “It won’t be a party without her”. 

Chan rocks on his heels, glaring at the two men who stood at his feet, tongue in cheek as he seriously tries to control the urge to blow their heads off, “And what exactly do you mean by that, Tony?” Chan questions, a hand resting on the handle of his gun as Tony laughs, putting a hand on Anthony’s shoulder. A loud cough escapes his mouth before he replies, “She’s an asset to you, that means to us too. We want you both here, let her enjoy the night, with us”. Anthony nods with every word that spews out of Tony’s mouth, covering his mouth with a fist at the mention of asset, “She’s certainly got an ass, let me tell you”. The minute that Anthony opened his mouth, he was clocked across the face with Chan’s firm fist, blood pouring out of his nose. 

A domino of clicking of guns fill the room, and Chan was now a target once again. His own men, bar two surrounded him, arming themselves as they surround their boss, protecting him, “Boys,” Chan calls out, making movements with his hands to signal them to put their guns down, “Just make sure Y/N get home safe,” he whispers to two of his best men, Changbin and Minho. Two fingers curl as he points it towards the door, the men marching out, keeping their guns held low just in case anyone tried their luck at getting to you. The sound of wheels screeching on the tarmac outside as the engine roars give Chan the heads up that they’ve left, the roar of the engine falling silent as they sped through the town away from the venue.  

Anthony rises to his feet with a stumble, napkin held to his nose, gun holding against Chan’s head. It wasn’t there long as Tony pushes the gun down from his head, “Ant, not now,” he mumbles in a whisper, “I hope to see you at the next party, Chan. All the best to you and your girl”. Anthony spits, “You better watch your back, Bang,” acting like a spoiled brat as he forces himself through the crowd towards the bar. Chan couldn’t help but scoff at him, watching him with almost closed eyes as he disappeared into the crowd. With a handout, Chan shakes Tony’s hand - unwillingly, of course, he hated him just as much as Anthony and would rather have his head on his wall like a trophy, “Enjoy your party, Tony”. Hearing Tony telling his men to put their guns down, he storms out of the building, with two men on his six. The music starts back up the minute Chan steps foot out of the doors, taking a deep breath as his face turns red with pure rage, contemplating going back in. 

His two men stand tall next to him, watching him carefully as they guide him to the car that parks right in front of them. “Miss Y/L/N is safe, Sir,” Hyunjin confirms with a stiff voice, opening the door for his boss, “Good, tell all the men to take turns with their night shifts. We need protection at the compound tonight,” Chan replies sharpishly, throwing himself in the back seat of the car as he glared down the doors of the building. Tony appears through the doors as he stared down the car, waving goodbye and Chan rolls up the window, eyes turning dark from pure rage and for regret putting you in such danger, whispering to himself, “How could I be so fucking stupid?”. 

Back at the compound, your pacing back and forth worried sick out of your mind for Chan’s safety, and it was even worse when his men wouldn’t give you updates as you begged for them to. It was only until you heard a loud, raspy shout coming from downstairs, attempting to rush for the door but get blocked by Changbin who stood firmly in his place. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but I can’t let you out of the room until I have updates that Mr Bang has returned,” Changbin asserts, but you tried giving your all in trying to pull him out of the way, “Please, Mr Seo,” you begged, your eyes widening at the muffled shout of your name being called. The minute that Changbin steps out of the way, you threw yourself out of the door and down the slight of stairs, falling into Chan’s arms as he catches you when your foot slides out from underneath you, “You okay?”. You didn’t care that you almost injured yourself, your hands wrap around his shoulders as you hugged him, his arms snaking around your waist as he pulls you in closer, his heavy breath on your neck.

Chan’s grip was tight around you, a hand moving up to your head as he presses it into the crook of his neck, caressing your hair and his heart pounding out of his chest. Neither of you spoke for a little while, just holding each other until Chan lifts his head up, softly speaking to you after placing a kiss on the top of your head, “I’m so sorry, baby girl”. You refused to take your head off of him as you clung onto him, just living in the moment, knowing he’s safe, uninjured, “Don’t be sorry, he was a douche bag,” you whimper into the crook of his neck, tears pricking at your eyes as you could finally breathe. Chan sighs deeply, almost with a growl as he could use a lot more colourful words to describe Anthony and Tony, “I could’ve killed him, I would’ve killed him,” he responds, again using gestures to dismiss his men to their assigned activities. “Come on, let’s go upstairs,” he smiles as you didn’t want to let of him, reluctantly leaving the warmth of his body against yours to take his hand. 

The second you heard him hiss a little when your fingers touch his knuckles, you stop in your tracks, pulling his hand up to your face as you inspect the scuffs on it, “What happened?” you cry, but get ignored by Chan as he continues to walk up the stairs. You had no choice but to run after him, noticing him rubbing his knuckles in his palm, being let into the bedroom by Changbin who gives you both a respectful nod before walking away. “I punched Anthony, he made a comment about you... And I lost it,” he barks lowly, being able to look at you as he yanked off his jacket, waistcoat and tie, unbuttoning the top four buttons of his shirt. His head throws back in frustration that he didn’t cause more harm to him, images of his bloody body on the ground made him smile.

No one, no one can get away with making comments about his girl, especially not laying a finger on her. It was a struggle at the best of times when someone even dared to look at you in the wrong way when you were out on a date, or even going shopping. He couldn’t blame you for being so perfect, any guy would be lucky to call you theirs, but you were his, and his only. Remembering this, he turns on his heels, looking at you with hunger in his eyes, “Chan, calm down. I’m just glad you’re home safe,” you choke on your words, tears falling from your eyes, tears of relief that both of you were safe. Chan rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he inches closer and closer towards you, hand firmly on your waist as he pushes you flush up against the cold wall and a hand punches hard against the wall next to your head. 

For a moment, he just looks at you, anger and lust mixed in his eyes, pressing his warm, toned body against yours, wondering what will he do now. Of course, he also knew you didn’t ask for Anthony and/or Tony to hit on you, but he hated how much attraction you got, and how people had the audacity to even look in your general direction. Chan’s face is barely an inch away from yours, his breath warm on your face, “I should’ve killed them all for looking at my woman, my princess, my fucking world,” he snarls, biting your bottom lip harshly as a small whimper escapes your lips like a cry. “I should’ve killed him for touching you, only I’m allowed to touch you. Touch every single curve of your body, your ass...” he continues, his hand trailing down your sides, touching the contour of your body before firmly grabbing your ass, “It’s all mine, all for me to touch”. The animalistic growl that came out of your mouth makes a puddle at your heat. 

The grip loosens on your ass, his fingers trailing over every part of your body, gliding over the bare skin of your cleavage, your shoulders, up your neck until he reaches your chin, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. Pushing your head back a little, he drags his thumb across your bottom lip, humming to himself, admiring the way you looked up at him. “You’re Master’s girl, aren’t you?” he hums, watching you gulp hard as you nod sheepishly, eyelids battering at him, though that wasn’t enough of sufficient enough of a replay for him, “You better use your words”. You swore that your heart was in your throat, and it didn’t help that your heat pulsated and ached to be touched, “Yes, Master,” you replied, his hand grabbing at your throat swiftly, making you gasp for air. “Yes Master, what?” he grunts, pushing his knee between your legs as his eyes turn extremely dark, “Y- Yes... Master. I- I’m your girl, I’m Master’s girl”. 

A mocking scoff falls off his lips, pleased to hear those words come out of your mouth, confirming the control he knew he had over you. He was right, he was a gentleman, even in bed. This was the most possessive he’s ever gotten and you honestly weren’t knocking it, something in the way he handles you at this moment had you wanting more, ready to beg if you had to. It was as though he could read your mind with the way his lips crashed against yours, giving in no chance to start off slow as his tongue pushed into your tongue, wrestling with yours. Heavy breathing and small moans are exchanged in each other’s mouths, fighting to get each other’s clothes off, but oh how impatient Chan was getting, growling as he fights with the zip on the back of your dress.

Unlatching his lips from yours, he grasps at your waist once again, tongue in cheek as he growls at you lowly, “Turn around, now”. Without hesitation or protesting, you do as he says, for him to unzip your dress. The fabric falls to the floor with the lightest thud, leaving you in just your garments and heels, “Oh you’re so fucking perfect, and it’s all for me”. After he takes in a moment of admiring your behind, he strikes a slap to one of your ass cheeks, marking it red raw with his hand print clear as day as the skin rises slightly. The sound of your breathless whimper makes his lips curl up at the corners, biting at his lip as he strikes down another on the other cheek. “Look at you behaving hell, princess,” he coos before yanking your body against his, your back fitting perfectly against his torso. 

Breath gets knocked out of your lungs the minute you're flush up against him, his hot breath on your neck the minute he gently moves your hair to the side. Your eyes screw shut at the feeling of his breath on you, goosebumps rising on your skin as his arm wraps around you, the other hand moving your head to the side also. “It’s a shame, I’ll have to start marking you so people know that you belong to someone,” he whispers in your ear, licking it as his tongue trails to your neck, sucking harshly on the skin to create massive dark purple marks that followed from just under your ear to your shoulder. The bruises stung like mad but by god did it make your spine tingle, feeling cold but warm at the same time as his body radiated heat onto yours, his bulge restricted by his boxers pressing firmly against your ass. 

The minute he was happy with the coverage over your bare skin, he was struggling to hold himself back from ruining you completely, “How bad do you want me, princess?” he asks, lips against your cheek as you pant, “So... Fucking... Bad... Please, please Master. I need you”. It was like music to his ears with the way you begged, the whimpers like lullabies in his ears. Picking you up bridal style with one swift movement, he carried you towards your bed, which you were sure was going to break at some point. That’s if he didn’t break you first. The minute he carefully put you down on the bed, you realised that this was the most gentle he was going to get tonight. 

The sound of two bangs made you jump the minute your heels hit the floor from him throwing them across the room, looking down at you like a hunter to its prey, taunting as he trails his fingers up your legs and kneeling down to follow with kisses that made your whole body shiver. “You won’t be needing these,” he laughs as he rips your underwear off of you, and you want to scream at him since they were one of your best pairs but you were brought to silence the minute his lips pressed against your core. “Shit-” you hiss as your head deepens into the pillow, your legs being forced to open wider as his tongue toys with your clit, his nails digging into the skin of your thighs as he fully tastes you. 

With how long you help your breath, you were surprised you didn’t implode as the next move he made had you panting and gasping for air as you’ve never had air before. The combination of his tongue and lips on your clit and his fingers pressing deep into your tight little hole had you a whimpering mess. “Aw, look at you, I bet you’re going to cum for me soon aren’t you, pet?” he teases, licking your clit after a few words as you tried to whimper a yes, but it came out as a scream instead, “Good”. And oh boy was he right, it was like he was perfect at everything, the way he had you under his tongue and with his fingers inside of you made lose control as your first orgasm hits you so hard that you almost pass out, screaming as you tremble.

It seemed like there wasn’t going to be a good amount of time for you to be able to come down from your high, vision still blurry after a few minutes. Chan caresses your thighs as he gives you a moment, with a shit-eating grin on his face he couldn’t just lean back on his heels, he needed to feel you wrapped around him. Looking at your already fucked-out state, he just licks his lips, caressing your cheek as he leans over you slightly, “I hope you can take more because we’re not finished yet,” he whispers, teasing his tip over your overly sensitive clit, making you whimper whilst biting on your lip. “Fuck me, Master, please,” you cry, tears falling down your cheeks and he doesn’t hesitate for a second to put his tip inside of you. He slowly pushes himself into you until his hips were flush against the back of your thighs as he hoists your legs over his shoulders.

Your eyes shoot wide open at the feeling of him inside of you, your mouth shooting just as wide, lips quivering at the feeling of his tip pressing against your deepest wall. His cock stretches you out so much at it stung at first until he starts to move his hips slowly against you, hissing at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. It was impossible to keep it slow as he gives up, slapping his skin against yours as you cry and scream, “Master! Fuck-!”. His face screws, grunting with every thrust, pressing himself closer to your body, your knees on your chest just so he could be the deepest he could possibly inside of you. “Shit- Your pussy is so fucking tight, and only my cock is allowed to fill it up,” he groans, nose scrunching as you nod, whimpering a yes, “Yes! Yes, Master- All for you!”.

The minute you confirmed his statement even further, he loses all control he had in being even the slightest gentle with you, hand wrapped around your throat as he rolls his hips into you, restricting your breathing slightly before releasing his grip for a moment so you could breathe, then tightening his grip again. The way he toyed with you like this, his hand wrapped around your throat, controlling your breathing, pressing your knees against your chest as he ruins your insides, had you coming up to your second orgasm. You tried to push him away but he stayed in place, so much stronger than you as he raises an eyebrow, “Gonna cum again? Slut?”. Before you could even answer, you were screaming his name all over again as your legs vibrated, and unlike before, he forces you to ride out our orgasm with him still pounding deep into you, forcing you to cry at the feeling that seemed like it was never going to end, it was too pleasurable to handle.

“Only I’m allowed to make you cum, only me. I’m the only one who can treat you like the little slut you are. Me!” he grunts as he finally lets you breathe once again, letting go slightly of the grip on your throat. “Master- I- Can’t... Handle...” you whimper, holding onto his wrist that was around your throat, pleading eyes as they glass over. His grip tightens again, forcing himself inside you as deep as he could, shaking his head slightly as he grits his teeth, “Not until I cum too, you got that?”. Your mind starts to get all fuzzy, feeling a little lightheaded as he fucks your soul out of your body, “Only I get to cum in you, me. This pussy is mine, you’re mine!” he continues to persist in his possession over you, hips sharp against your skin that it turns bright red, stinging.

The deeper you get pushed into the mattress, the more he was ploughing you, determined to ruin you completely, to prove his point. You were his, and he was never going to give anyone else the chance to have you, and you had to know that. Never in a million years will he even give the slightest thought about letting you out of his sight. His mind raced with his possessiveness, looking down at your state, happy with himself at the marks that glowed purple on your skin, the redness of your cheeks as they stain with tears and running make-up. Only he could do this to you, and you didn’t want anyone else. Why would you when you had Chan? Only he could do this to you, and you’re content with it. 

The more his tip caressed your insides roughly, the closer you got to your third orgasm, and at this point, he knew your pointers as to when you were about to cum, letting go of your throat to let you full breathe. His hands pin to either side of your head, “Fuck.. I’m going to cum too, princess. Fill you up so much,” he grunts as he inches closer to the high of his own. You drag your nails up his back, knowing that by the way he hissed at the feeling, you’ve drawn blood. Your nails then dig into the flesh of his biceps, holding onto him tight as the last orgasm of the night hits you harder than the other two. At this point, you’ve screamed so much, your voice is almost gone, throat getting dry as you gasp for air, a raspy low scream flooding out of your mouth. 

It was impossible to stay in the room as your mind completely goes blank and you're pulsating around him which drives him over the edge, hips thrusts becoming jagged. His deep moans turn into lighter whimpers as he paints your walls white with his warm seed, which seeps out of your hole with the amount of cum that he fills you up with. “Shit- Perfect place for me to cum, all for me” he whimpers as you start to return to reality, your vision slowly returning to see his face scrunch as he thrusts for the last time. He holds himself inside of you, panting as beads of sweet collect at his hairline, some dropping down his face and some rolling down his chiselled torso. “I’m so grateful you’re mine,” he whispers sweetly, peppering kisses over your face as you come to your senses, wrapping your arms around him the minute your legs drop either side of him.

It took a few minutes, but he eventually pulls out of you, admiring his messy work as he drops to your side, caressing your bruised skin with light fingertips and kissing them gently, “I’m sorry if I hurt you, sweetheart”. Though you were hurting, you turn onto your side to face him, head resting on his arm as you cuddled up close to him, “Are you feeling better now?” you cough, talking quietly with the sore throat. He takes a deep look into your eyes, at your bruised lips, kissing them as he nods, “Then it was worth it, I’ll only ever be yours”. 

[jalwoorideul]

Just Soonyoung and Haneul things

synopsis: just a compilation of hoshi and heaven's (oc) dynamic

a/n: will write a more detailed version of some of these in the future hehe. feel free to send in asks or thoughts !!

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SLOOOOW BURN. You wouldn't imagine the sigh of relief their members let out when they finally got together

The "He's shy and gets flustered easily while she's shameless and unintentionally makes him blush" trope.

First interacted when Heaven was an MC at a music show during his debut and she saw how nervous he was and cheered him on

She praised him when she saw seventeen do a cover of Dumb Dumb during their rookie days

Gets more interactions whenever they bump into each other at music shows and award shows

Became closer when Yeri and Chan became friends

Only got their numbers by the third year they've met each other

Began texting each other frequently ever since

Sends each other memes and words of encouragement

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Soonyoung attempted to ask her on a date multiple times but he kept chickening out on the last minute

Wants to go on a date with him too but she saw interviews and videos where he says that he wants to focus on his career first

He does but he's also interested in her

Sees each other as friends but everyone knows they want it to be more

Yeri and Chan pulling their hair out over how much mutual pinning they have for each other

Heaven eventually tried giving up on him because she genuinely thought that all he wants to be is just friends and that she doesn't want to get in the way of his career plans so she started seeing other people

When Soonyoung finally got the courage to ask her on a date, she was already going on dates with someone else

Took him another while to get the courage

He also thought that maybe he doesn't really stand a chance so he just kept it to himself for at least another year.

Her and the guy eventually called it off. They both thought it wasn't going anywhere and that they're better off as friends. Their dating life ended in 2 months.

Soonyoung didn't know this though. By the 6th or 7th month since he found out he still thought they were dating because they had a good break up and are still civil with each other.

Only found out when Chan asked Yeri and Yeri clarified it for him.

Her feelings for Soonyoung were still there but she didn't know what to do with them.

Her feelings for him just increased when Red Velvet started touring for Redmare and they began texting again more frequently

Until Heaven couldn't take it anymore and decided to confess first

Confessed right after their tour ended when she asked him if they could go eat together somewhere because "she missed eating at Korean restaurants" when in reality she just wanted to see him

Hoshi was speechless. Literally. Couldn't get a word out when she confessed that she likes him.

She thought that she ruined the friendship. Scared for a moment because she thought he doesn't know how to reject her.

Then he asked "Are you for real? You aren't lying are you? Because I really want to kiss you right now and I can't do that if you're joking."

Didn't make it official until after Hoshi's Ode to You tour and La Rouge tour because they said that they might miss each other more once they did.

They just didn't have a label but they've actually been acting like it ever since the 1st date.

♡

Yeri and Chan said that they deserve some credit for their love life

Something about them them being their bridge

Wonwoo and Joy were the first ones to find out. Best friend privileges

Seventeen and Red Velvet weren't surprised

They words, "It was bound to happen at some point" and "Finally! What took you guys so long?" were mentioned along the way

VERY CLINGY with one another

The kind of couple that everyone loathes because they're so cute all the time

But no one really hates them together because they're just so in love they just let it slide

Speaking of the L word. They didn't drop it until they became offical even though it was obviously there during the months they started seeing each other

They both don't have a dating ban so their managers and staff know

But they made them all swear that no one else should find out because they wanted to keep it a secret first and enjoy each other's company without the public knowing just yet.

Dropped subtle hints but the fans just thought they were being friendly TT_TT (they are more than friendly tbh)

Still very much in love after being together for almost 2 years.

When the news came out that someone leaked info on their relationship, it only made them stronger

Held onto each other for support

It made them nervous at first but they aren't afraid to talk about each other in public now

They will post each other on their instagrams and mentions the other in interviews, lives, and videos.

Fans want a collab but they're still thinking about it because working together as a couple might be difficult but they are open to the idea. Probably just a small collab, like a dance video or and song cover.

I love them so much, i love writing about them :<

♡

Invited her for their Be The Sun Concert in Seoul

Carats freaked out when they realized that they were sitting next to Heaven

She was holding a caratbong and even has a Hoshi photocard chained to her bag 😭

Sang along to their fanchants

During one of their ments Seungkwan mentioned that there were a lot of special guests that attended. (there really was, my multifandom heart was so happy when I saw the list of everyone who attended)

Then the camera panned to Heaven who was minding her own business while watching the concert.

Her eyes grew wide when she realized she was on screen and she started waving her caratbong and greeted everyone with a bow

DIDN'T MISS THE CHANCE TO HORANGHAE WHEN THE CAMERA WAS ON HER

Hoshi was caught giggle into the mic and called her cute (in his defense he didn't notice that he was holding it that close to his lips)

The other members went WILD

Carats had a field day of teasing Hoshi for being extra energetic during the whole concert

Had special backstage privileges (of course)

Haneul could not let go of Soonyoung after the whole concert because she was just so proud of him

Lots of kisses and hugs backstage

Lots of teasing from the boys too

But they love their pair nonetheless

Haneul posted concert pictures on instagram and IG story. Captioned it "Seventeen is the best 🫶"

Went on bubble to gush about her boyfriend after the show

"Hi (y/n) how is everyone? I went to a concert tonight"

"Yes I went to see Be The Sun hehe"

"They're so cool"

"My seventeen bias is Wonwoo"

"Haha just kidding please don't tell Soonyoung he'll get sulky hehe"

Definitely missed him more when he began touring

But he didn't fail to send her updates every now and then

♡

[katsushika-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Rintaro Himura

 ~~ July 16th ~~

“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

Login Lines:

“Eh? What the hell are you here for? My…birthday? …Fuck it is today, isn't it?”

“To be honest, I don't care much about celebrating my birthday, but I guess thanks for reminding me.”

Voice Lines: 

“I can't believe I forgot my birthday. *sighs* Whoop de fucking do. It's just another day. I don't see what the big deal is.”

“Let's see what people sent me today for my birthday. Death threats from people whose loved ones were my victims? Check. Fucked up love letters from rabid fangirls saying they want my children? Check. Honestly, I prefer the death threats over the love letters.”

“God, when was the last time I had a decent birthday anyway? I can't remember. I'm pretty sure it was at least before my bitch of an egg donor ran out.”

“No wait. The first birthday I had after Akari was born that…was pretty special. Akari was a couple of months old by then, and she was already trying to say more than that "goo goo gaga" shit. I guess she was just waiting for the right moment because on my birthday she said her first word. Rin-nii. I remember feeling so proud back then.”

“Eh? What the hell do you want, Old Man? Damn getting soft, aren't we? Well, aren't I fucking special? *smirks* Made it my mission to personally annoy you till the day you die, Old Man. Alright, alright, thanks for getting me something then.” 

“Damn Old Man, this is actually pretty useful. God knows how many times I've crushed them. Eh? You’ve been smoking these motherfuckers for how long? So you can't tell me shit about smoking. Alright, you got yourself a deal, Old Man. A mistake I'm sure multiple fuckers regret. *pauses* Also…Akihisa…thanks for everything.” 

“Goddamn it, Touya, it's just my birthday. You don't have to make a big deal out of it. Fuck…alright Touya, we can celebrate it. Just stop staring at me like that, you little shit. Do I even wanna know what you got me, Touya? *sighs* Alright, let me see it then. I swear if it's a knife from your collection.” 

“Oh shit, this is actually really nice. At least it's something that actually suits my style. *sees pricetag* Uhh…Touya? How the hell did you afford this? *blinks* Oh gross! I did not need to know that you fucking sex fiend.” 

“There you are, Akari. I haven't seen you at all today. Don’t tell me you’re trying to avoid your big brother. *pauses* Akari just…just having you back is the best gift I've ever received. Well, I'm kinda curious now. What did you get me?”

“This is a cool figure you got me Akari. *jumps* Oh fuck it just moved and…it's flying around now. *whistles* Holy shit you built this Akari? Wow…I'm stunned. I've never seen anything like it. Ouch! Motherfuck just shot fire at me?!? Huh? Well, that'll come in handy. Shit, I was never good with names but…how about Astaroth? He does, doesn't he? Well then let's get along Astaroth.”

Akihisa Lines:

“Rintaro, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to give you something considering it's your birthday. *snorts* Hardly, but I suppose I'll make an exception just for you today. Have I ever told you how much of a little shit you are? You know you could be grateful that I even got you something, Brat.” 

“I know how much you hate it when your cigarettes get crushed so I got you this case for them. Perhaps one day you’ll reach a point where you give up smoking those cancer sticks. I’ve been smoking longer than you've been alive, but I’ll make you a deal. You cut back on smoking, and I’ll do the same. Don’t want you dying too early. *sighs fondly* Seems like it was yesterday you were forced into my prison cell. *ruffles hair* Don't mention it, Rintaro.”

Touya Lines:

“Rin-chan~! Happy Birthday! Nuh-uh, birthdays are really special. That's what all those movies say. It's also your first birthday since we got out of prison. So we have to celebrate it! *pulls out puppy eyes* Yeah! I have so many things for us to do today. It's gonna be so much fun! Ah! I got you a present too! *giggles* Here!” 

“I saw the jacket in the window of a store one day and thought it would be perfect for you. Hm? Oh, I just told the store owner I would [CENSORED] and [CENSORED] if he gave me a discount on the jacket. What? You asked!”

Bonus! Akari Lines:

“Rin-nii Happy Birthday. *nods* Ah, yes, that. It's your birthday and the first one we've been able to celebrate together in a long time. So I wanted to make sure your gift was perfect. You deserve something besides that Rin-nii. So here. I hope you like it.”

“Not quite Rin-nii. Watch this. Activate. *giggles* It's your very own dragonbot. It's just something I've been working on for a while. I was just waiting for the right moment to give it to you, and what's more perfect than today? Of course! Just in case you don't have your lighter in you. Oh, also, he doesn't like being called it. He's got feelings too, ya know? Now you just gotta name him! *smiles* He likes it! Promise you'll take good care of him, Rin-nii.”

[arimiaromage]

I'm back with more dgrayman doujin fangame updates! after last time where I found Kanda x Lavi fangame that got a physical edition, I decided to keep digging to find the other games the developer made while waiting for it to come in. well, I've found another!

(if these interest you, I'm going to tag all of these posts as "#dgm fangames")

I was able to find & order a disc for their first dgm fangame, Infinite Melody (also called unendliche Melodie). like before, this game was so old (from 2007!!!) and only in JP that I basically haven't been able to find anything on it. and when I got the disc in...

...it was a preorder bonus for the game that's just a strategy guide! a bit of a letdown haha, but still interesting nonetheless. (side note: the site I found it on had translated part of the kanji as "attack"- but if you add 本 to the end of it, it suddenly becomes... strategy guide!)

so I loaded it up and found a 16 page pdf by the creator that is a guide for how to play the game. and now I'll share it online for preservation/archival purposes.

A bit of a shoddy translation-

Hello, nice to meet you! My name is Rindo, the owner of moonlight cafe. Thank you very much for choosing the sound novel type adventure game "Infinite Melody" produced by our circle!!

They then go on to say that this is their first (?) work for dgm and that they've published several works before (other games?) so they're more familiar with that than making manga. From their experience this game isn't that hard but they wanted to make a strategy guide just incase for the people who didn't want to keep retrying. After that they talk a bit more about the game structure itself- it sounds like Kanda is the main love interest and there are 2 scenarios, one for Allen and one for Lavi. It also sounds like there's a CG gallery in the game.

So, a bit of explanations for those not used to visual novels- in Japan (especially in the 2000s) they were referred to as sound novels or adventure games rather than visual novels (nowadays you'll see them called adventure games). A love interest is a character that's romanceable for you, the player character. A route is a set of choices that leads you down a particular story, usually just meant to signify a specific character- so if you have a game with multiple love interests, then saying "the Kanda route" would mean you're talking about the storyline that happens when you romance Kanda (but "route" is not specific to just romance).

The next section is character bios! This game is set in modern times with Allen as some sort of apprentice working for a magazine company.

a brief translation summary-

Allen is a newbie reporter for the music magazine "Asian Music". He heard Kanda's songs over the radio years ago which got him interested, but this turned into disgust the more he learned about Kanda. That doesn't stop him from buying Kanda's new CDs, though. He lives alone in a very cheap apartment.

Lavi works for an entertainment production company (Rozenkuroitsu? Rosenkreuz?? (????)) and Kanda's manager & music arranger. He's supposed to only be his manager but Kanda insisted on him doing arrangements too. There's more here about Lenalee being the younger sister of the company's president and her and Kanda are childhood friends with Lavi.

(side note- the oval at the top of these says "character [number]" followed by their name, and Lavi's lastname is still listed as Bookman, even in modern times. just a funny little detail)

Kanda is a singer-songwriter who's very popular- his songs always reach the top of the ranking charts. Despite this, people fixate on his looks when mentioning him. He's currently under a lot of stress due to his increasing workload and his popularity. He's a bully who loves Perrier (the water??), quietness, and the sky.

top one- Bak Chan (yes, that's Bak!)

Bak is the editor-in-chief for "Asian Music" and Allen's boss. He's old friends with Komui Lee, the president of the studio Kanda and Lavi work at, but he refuses to ask for special interviews because pride (?).

bottom one- Lenalee Lee

Lenalee is the younger sister of Komui, the president of the studio Kanda and Lavi work at. She's also the one who writes the lyrics for Kanda's songs. Her, Lavi, and Kanda are all childhood friends.

next is a few screenshots of what the game looks like! lots of CGs, too bad we can't see any fully. (a CG is basically cutscene artwork)

the next section is a quick strategy on how to get the good ending for each route. it looks like this game has a different way of setting it up- usually a "route" is for a love interest, but in this game you're able to play as Allen or Lavi and date Kanda as either of them, so the "routes" are for Allen and Lavi (despite playing as them).

Allen route

the creator listed some of the important choices in the game and gives a small idea of how to answer them to get the best ending. for players this would be a helpful guide, but for us it'll help us get an idea of what the game covers.

the first choice is set in Kanda's office where you choose a drink. Allen hates alcohol so that's a no-go, but if you remember from Kanda's bio he love Perrier.

the next choice is when Kanda asks Allen out on a date. despite wanting to go, it might be better to decline him so both of you can focus on work.

the next choice is where to take Kanda on his day off. it should be somewhere where Kanda doesn't have to use a microphone (as that's his day job) and somewhere where people won't be staring at him (as he's basically a celebrity).

the last choice is a bit hard for me to understand- the author said they left some of these vague, and this one is basically "Kanda asked me directly!!". maybe it's a love confession? once you reach this part, the creator says you can rest easy (and maybe bully him a bit).

Lavi route

Lavi is Kanda's manager so several of his choices are related to, well, managing Kanda.

his first choice listed is whether or not he should interrupt Kanda and Allen arguing in a room together. even if you might be in the way, Kanda might appreciate you being by his side.

his next choice is about going to Los Angeles (a vacation?). Kanda is Kanda and will be grumpy, but lying to him will make things even worse. (I'm not sure if this is Lavi trying to convince Kanda to go to LA for a vacation or Lavi going alone to LA and Kanda ends up going)

the next choice is Kanda insisting on going back home to Japan. work is important, but Kanda's health is even more important (especially as you're his manager). after persuading him, indulge in what he wants for a bit.

the last choice is.... where should Kanda sit on the plane?? if you made it this far then the creator says you can relax. they say Kanda may be stubborn but he's not a child- you don't have to always take care of him.

you can play either route in whatever order you want, but if you get the true ending in either route, you'll get bonuses! the creator really encourages you to play both routes.

this is a mini skit between Lavi and Allen with Kanda interjecting. It's basically Allen and Lavi arguing who Kanda likes more.

last but not least is a final credits page for the doujin circle.

...and what's that? a new website link? let's check it out!

surprisingly.... the website is still active!!

on the website there's this description for the game, which we already kind of understand from the character bios:

見習い雑誌記者アレンは、メディア嫌いで有名なミュージシャン“神田ユウ”の取材をすることになった。同じく、神田のマネージャーのラビは多忙を極める神田の、心労を解消させる方法を模索していた。取材当日、生理的に嫌いだと思っていた神田を前にアレンはとんでもない失言をしてしまう……。 　みたいなノリです。詳しくは体験版をお試しください。 　最初の選択肢でアレンルート（神アレ）とラビルート（ラビュ）に分かれます。

basically- Allen works as an apprentice reporter who is assigned to interview Kanda, a popular singer who hates reporters. Lavi is Kanda's manager who is trying to find a way to relieve Kanda's stress. on the day of the interview, Allen said something (improper/embarrassing/a slip of the tongue) even though he thought he hated Kanda.

even more surprisingly, there's still a trial file on the website?! I'm not brave enough to download this lzh file right now, but maybe soon once I get an isolated environment... if you press the Trial page and then the first line under the image, there's a lzh file (a type of zip file) you can download. please only do this with virus protection on your computer or in a virtual machine, don't download strange files with no protection!!

yep, that's about it. I'll be on the lookout for this game's physical release (that's not the guide book haha) and the developer's other games, but I hope this was interesting!

I apologize for the shoddy translations, if you'd like to translate the parts here feel free to add it as a reblog/comment. I've posted every single page from the PDF so there's nothing additional I have. if you have any more info on the developer/doujin circle feel free to add those as well.

or, maybe.... you're brave enough to try the trial version for yourself? 👀

[brokenhardies]

Foolsuke Ryuji Arc Two Shot pt 1

Summary: After the mysterious hacker group Medjed targets the Phantom Thieves, an unlikely ally steps up to help them. This is, of course, on one condition -- they change the heart of Ryuji Ohya.

Characters: Fool!Yusuke, Magician!Sumire, Chariot!Makoto, Lovers!Goro, Emperor!Akira, Priestess!Haru, Hermit!Ryuji (mentioned), Heirophant!Ohya

Tagging @inkwell1013, @thebigpapilio, @latenitewaffles and @ryutabas, all people who seem interested in my Foolsuke content!

The calling card had been slipped under the door to Crossroads Cafe. It was blank, but still bared the familiar look of the groups' cards - minus the insignia, which was poorly drawn on top of the card, as if in a rush - with not much put down.

“So, you found it when you returned home?” Goro asked, taking a sip of his diet soda.

Yusuke nodded. “Yes. There isn’t any information on it – not a name, nor a crime.” 

“This is strange…” Haru muttered. “Someone had to put it underneath the door to the cafe.”

“It could be Sans.” 

In response to Akira’s statement, the group darted their heads to face him. Sans had been an unlikely ally to Yusuke and the rest of the Phantom Thieves - however, when they offered to help with Medjed, they only did so with something in return. 

Sumire put her paws on the table. “They did mention ‘preparing the necessary tool’...” She mused, “...It could be…” 

“They want us to change someone’s heart?” Makoto exclaimed, her eyes wide. “But they didn’t give us any info on it… Gah, this makes no damn sense!”

“We have to be vigilant,” Yusuke began, “Maybe we should just wait for them to get back to us.” 

It wasn’t like Sans not to text them. Yusuke had figured that the strange ‘hacker’ had nothing better to do – they mentioned how they weren’t going to school, offhandedly commenting how they ‘dropped out’ the year previously, without mentioning much else. 

Yusuke didn’t know anything about Sans’s identity, aside from small hints they’d gotten from brief interactions; Sans had called Crossroads to remind Yusuke to turn the sign over one night, causing Yusuke to assume that they were male (or at the very least, masculine presenting like they were) and through the multiple text messages they had received, Sans texted similarly to the rest of Yusuke’s friends. 

So their only assumption was that they were male and around their age group. That was all they had. Summer vacation was coming up, so it was likely they had all the time in the world to think about what Sans had been planning… And that’s when Yusuke got another text from them;

SANS - hey dude what the hell?

SANS - i sent you the calling card why haven’t you done anything?

SANS - do you want medjed to be stopped or not?

YUSUKE - I do want Medjed to be stopped, however

YUSUKE - You didn’t give me any information on whose heart you wanted us to steal

YUSUKE - We need more than just a blank calling card

SANS - so what the hell do you need? this is important!

YUSUKE - Well, first we need a name 

YUSUKE - We need to know who you want us to send the calling card to 

SANS - alright. ill give you his name;

SANS - ryuji ohya

xxx

“Wait, ‘Ohya’?” Sumire began, reading over the text messages once Yusuke had left class - with a noticeable bruise from being unable to dodge Ushimaru’s chalk throwing - “As in Ichiko Ohya?”

“The woman you’re living with?” Makoto exclaimed, pressing a wet cloth against Yusuke’s forehead. “What does she have to do with this?”

Yusuke winced. “I’m not sure…” They muttered, watching as Goro leant back against the railing of their hideout. “I don’t believe she or Lala-chan have any family.”

“We have to figure this out.” Goro began, “Whoever this Ryuji Ohya is, they seem to be important to stopping Medjed.”

“Maybe he’s in charge of Medjed.” Akira commented. “You mentioned Sans had experience with ‘hacking’, maybe that’s how they know this guy.” 

“That could be a possibility, Akira-kun, but…” Haru stated, her head bowed, “Wouldn’t they have told us if they knew the head of Medjed?” 

“Maybe they can’t–Dammit, Yusuke, stop squirming, it ain’t a big deal-” Makoto was struggling to deal with the fidgeting Yusuke as she spoke, “Maybe they can’t talk about being linked to the head of Medjed? It’s like a Kaneshiro thing.”

“You think this Ryuji guy’s blackmailing them?”

“Could be a possibility–” Makoto groaned, “Would you hold still? Do you want that bruise to be permanent or not?!”

“Sorry, sorry…” Yusuke winced, holding the washcloth to their forehead. They looked up and paused. “I don’t think Ryuji is connected to Medjed.”

“What?!”

“Mako-chan, keep your voice down!”

“Sorry, sorry…”

“What do you mean you don’t think he’s connected to Medjed?” Goro asked, “You mean Sans wants us to target a completely unrelated person?”

Yusuke shook their head. “No. No. I believe that Ryuji and Sans are the same person.”

There was stunned silence, as Yusuke took a deep breath in and began to explain;

“A few days after I first arrived in Tokyo,” Yusuke began, “I got a call from Sans on Crossroads’ phone – they told me to turn the sign over. That was when we started messaging. They had access to Crossroads' phone number, and also knew that I was there. Considering that we know that Sans is a hacker with knowledge of Ohya’s cafe…”

“They must be related to Ohya-san.” Sumire finished. “W-We should ask Ohya about this when we get home.” 

xxx

When they returned home, Ohya was cleaning up for the day. Lala had probably left a few hours earlier, which left Ohya and Yusuke with the run of the establishment. This was going to be hard, Yusuke figured as such. Ohya was quite closed off about her personal life, which meant it was going to be hard to even get information out of her. However, it didn’t hurt to try.

“Hey, kid.” Ohya greeted with a wave. “How was your day?”

“I want to meet Ryuji.”

Yusuke heard a glass that Ohya was holding hit the ground with a bang and shatter. She swore, looking over her shoulder at Yusuke, her expression having become a glare.

“How the hell do you know about that?” She exclaimed. “It has nothing to do with you, kid. Just keep your head down and focus on getting through this year. I’m going home. Make sure you clean up. And don’t forget to lock up.”

And so, she left, leaving Yusuke to clean up the shattered glass that Ohya had dropped. Sumire jumped out of their bag and sat on the counter as they tossed the glass out. 

“It seems to be a hit.” She stated, as Yusuke nodded. After cleaning and locking the place up, they returned upstairs, where a text was waiting for them.

GORO - Were you able to ask Ohya about Ryuji?

YUSUKE - I tried. It appeared that she didn’t want to talk about it. Told me it had nothing to do with me.

AKIRA - That’s strange

AKIRA - Maybe there’s a reason she doesn’t want to talk

HARU - While Sans may be our only hope of defeating Medjed…

HARU - We need more intel about Ryuji from Ohya

GORO - Trying to get it from her could make it worse

YUSUKE - Yes. As far as I know, it’s likely whatever goodwill Ohya and I have created during these past couple of months will be gone.

MAKOTO - Wait. You think she’ll kick you out for asking a simple question?

YUSUKE - I’m not sure. I don’t believe she would. My mother would have her head if she tried.

AKIRA - Considering I owe a great deal to Ohya-san and Yusuke as well

AKIRA - Discord sowed between the two would be quite detrimental

AKIRA - Not just to them, but to all of us as well

MAKOTO - That makes complete sense Akira!

MAKOTO - If Yusuke gets kicked out, it’s likely they’ll be arrested again

HARU - We should wait for her to say something about it herself

GORO - Lala-chan could also know something about it as well. We could try to get it out of her if absolutely necessary 

YUSUKE - Agreed.

xxx

Since getting information from Ohya or Lala was pretty much null and void, Yusuke was pleasantly surprised when Makoto suggested asking around the neighbourhood before school that morning. While they got limited information when they did so in the afternoon, the only lead was that Ohya had been purchasing more food than was expected for someone who lived on her own.

The second lead was when Yusuke returned home to see Ohya arguing with an older man about something. 

“You’re the one who tipped them off about Ryuji,” She stated, her eyes narrowed. “You shouldn’t have done that. I have no intention of talking to you about Sayaka.”

“Tipped off?” The man asked, his voice tinged with confusion, “Whatever are you talking about?” He sighed, “Back to what we were discussing; I will have to suspend your parental authority. I assume that is what you want, yes?”

“What?!”

“Considering the state of your son, as well as the rest of your family.” He continued, “There is nothing in your favour. Or would you rather I bring this to domestic court? Our chances of victory are 99.9%. With these suspicions of abuse… There’s no way you could avoid having your custody revoked.”

“You’re going that fair?!” Ohya exclaimed, “I told you, I don’t know a damn thing about it!”

“We’re extremely serious about this, Ohya-san.” The man stated, “As long as there’s a possibility that cognitive psience is linked to those psychotic breakdowns…”

Ohya huffed, folding her arms and looking away from the man. “You win.” She said, voice sounding defeated.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” The man smiled, “I will contact you at a later date.”

“I’ll doubt there’ll be anything of use, though.” 

“That’s fine.” The man continued, “It will be up to us to decide if your information is necessary or not. Next time I come here, it will just be for a cup of coffee.”

And with that, he left, walking past Yusuke. Yusuke paused once the strange man left the establishment, noticing that Ohya appeared even more frustrated than before. 

“‘Next time I come here…’” She mocked, “There won’t be a fucking ‘next time’! Get outta here you piece of shit!”

Yusuke flinched, in response to Ohya’s shout. It was clear the man had upset her for some reason, and they weren’t quite sure why. 

“He is so good at making me wanna tear my damn hair out!” She slammed her fists on the countertop. “Bastard…” Before she glared in Yusuke’s general direction. “How much of that did you hear?!”

Yusuke rubbed the back of their neck. “A large portion of it…”

“Yeah, and that was too damn much!” She sighed, looking away from Yusuke. “Sorry you had to hear that, kid.”

“Is Ryuji your son, by any chance?” 

It was blurted out too suddenly, causing Ohya’s expression to shift into one of shock and surprise. 

“Wh-What? That’s enough!” She glared, her voice harsh. “Just behave yourself and stop sticking your nose into other people’s business! I have half a mind to kick you out right now!”

Yusuke flinched, in shock from how suddenly Ohya lashed out at the question. They didn’t notice their phone was buzzing in their right pant pocket. It took them a second to respond, their voice small.

“Sorry, Ohya-san.”

“Lock the store up.”

And with that, she left, leaving Yusuke alone. 

“Yusuke-senpai?” Sumire popped her head out of the bag, “Your phone was buzzing.” 

Yusuke frowned, sitting down in one of the stalls and taking their phone out of their pocket. What they saw surprised them.

SANS - im sorry for all the trouble i caused

SANS - im calling off the investigation now

xxx

“They’re what?!”

Yusuke had shown the message to the rest of the Phantom Thieves at the hideout the next day. Makoto was stunned, to the point where Yusuke was convinced that they almost got strawberry soda over their uniform after she spat it out in surprise. The entire group was now crowded around Yusuke and their phone, reading Sans’s final message to Yusuke.

“But they were the one who wanted us to find Ryuji Ohya in the first place!” Goro exclaimed, “There’s no reason for them to just… Call it off like that!”

“They could feel as though they’re in danger.” Haru continued, her voice solemn, “You mentioned you saw someone talking to Ohya-san last night, Yusuke-kun?”

Yusuke nodded. “They were talking about cognitive psience, and custody rights. When I asked Ohya about Ryuji after that, she just started yelling at me.” 

“He was threatening Ohya-san?” Haru frowned, looking down in contemplation.

“Huh?” Makoto stated, looking at Haru. “What’s up, Haru?”

“I-It’s nothing…” Haru continued, “The information you got from last night, is that Ryuji is Ohya’s son, and he’s being… Abused by her? I don’t know Ohya as well as you do, Yusuke-kun. Do you think that she would do something like that?”

“Never.” Yusuke said.

“I would like to believe that too,” Haru frowned, “But we don’t have any evidence outside of what you told us.”

“Considering that they called off the investigation after that argument,” Akira stated, “That only gives us more evidence that Ryuji Ohya and Sans are the same person. You mentioned that Sans seemed to be able to listen in on private conversations, right?”

Yusuke nodded. “Yes. And they mentioned being sorry for the trouble they caused.”

Sumire stuck her head out from Yusuke’s bag. “We never asked if they were certain that this Ryuji Ohya had a palace…” 

“We also need the keywords to get in if he even has one.” Makoto commented.

Sumire looked up at Yusuke. “Do you still have their contact details, Yusuke-senpai?” 

Yusuke nodded, beginning to text Sans once more;

YUSUKE - Does Ryuji Ohya have a palace?

There was a few seconds before Sans responded.

SANS - a what? what are you talking about, man?

SANS - we already called this shit off, why are you still talking to me?

YUSUKE - Because I’m curious.

YUSUKE - If you feel like you’re in danger - we could meet up, privately.

SANS - meet up? what shit are you on?! 

YUSUKE - It will just be me – no one else.

SANS - that won’t work, man!

SANS - im not able to meet in person, soz dude

“Unable to meet in person?” Makoto stated, reading the text over Yusuke’s shoulder. “What are they talking about?”

YUSUKE - What do you mean by that?

SANS - i mean im not able to meet in person!

SANS - look, i called this shit off bc i didnt want to put you in danger

SANS - ichiko got so mad when you asked about me

SANS - wait

SANS - shit

YUSUKE - Was that a first-person pronoun I spy? 

However, the message didn’t go through. Instead, Yusuke saw an error message staring them right in the face. 

“It seems they shut the whole operation down.” Goro frowned. “Possibly because we figured out Sans was Ryuji Ohya the whole time.” 

“There seems to be nothing we can do…” Makoto paused. “Well, if the operations been canned, we may just have to wait for them to get back. How ‘bout we relax? We can get sushi, my treat.”

xxx

While sushi was delicious, it was clearly tense - the shadow of Medjed looming over the Phantom Thieves. And even with Takamaki accosting them after the fact, it was clear that wasn’t going to be enough to get Sans - actually, Ryuji - to hear them out. He’d cut off contact with Yusuke, which meant that he’d given up. The operation was cancelled. However, there was one slight thing;

“We could stake out Ohya-san’s house?” 

In response to Haru’s statement when the group returned to Crossroads, the group was surprisingly tense. Haru had become their main strategist during Kaneshiro’s palace, acting as their advisor and the brains of the situation. This was a risky decision. Something that would likely lead to something bad happening. 

“What?” Makoto asked, “Are you crazy?”

“Yeah, I thought we all agreed that we weren’t gonna do that!” Goro continued. “Ryuji called off the deal, it’s over.”

“Yes, however,” Haru continued, “There has to be a reason Ryuji-san wants to change his own heart. We’ve never seen this before.”

“Haru’s right.” Yusuke said, causing the entire group to face their leader. “Most of those we’ve faced before have been utterly despicable people. Aside from when Ohya got upset with me for seeking him out, he’s never faltered on this plan.” 

Sumire looked down. “If this fails, we’ll have to apologise to Ohya-san for sneaking in.”

Yusuke nodded, as the rest of the group did so. That was when the group arrived at Ohya’s house at night. It had begun to rain, and there was really no shelter. Thanks to Sumire’s lockpicking skills – it was a miracle as to how a small rabbit could be able to unlock the gate with such tiny paws – the group had managed to get into the house.

The place was dark when they entered. No light aside from an ajar door and no sound aside from a TV in the distance. It was quite unsettling, almost like Ohya wasn’t there.

“Ohya-san isn’t that old, right?” Makoto whispered, “She shouldn’t be asleep now?” 

“I’m a bit worried.” Goro whispered, “Should we go in and check on her?” 

Haru winced. “Please excuse us, Ohya-san!” She exclaimed, taking the first step into the hallway.

A scream after the sound of thunder caused the group to disperse, with Yusuke finding themselves with Makoto latched to their leg. It was an amusing image, of the ‘charge commander’ of the Phantom Thieves gripping her leader’s leg, almost so tightly it would cause blood.

“Are you scared of the dark?” Yusuke asked.

Makoto chuckled, her voice nervous. “What? Me, scared? N-Never!” 

The fact that she nearly fainted after another thunderclap betrayed her assertations. Yusuke smiled. 

“Stay close to me.” They stated, to which Makoto nodded. 

She stood up, somewhat awkwardly, and latched onto Yusuke’s shoulder. It would’ve been funny if not for the fact with every rumble of thunder, Makoto was about ready to collapse. Yusuke wasn’t as strong as they were in the metaverse in the real world, so it meant that the much tougher Makoto was going to bring them down with her with every misstep. Yusuke paused.

They could sense someone’s presence. The ajar door began to creak open as Makoto’s mouth was agape. In the corner of the doorway, Yusuke saw a flash of bright yellow hair shine in the lightning strike. They also noticed… The silhouette was missing its right leg.

Makoto screamed. 

A loud, masculine cry let out as the door slammed shut and Makoto crumbled, gripping tighter onto Yusuke’s leg. Yusuke could swear she was muttering ‘save me!’ repeatedly under her breath. That was when a torchlight startled both parties.

Ohya had returned. And she did not seem happy.

[everlasting-rainfall]

Just reread your ocs and I missed them 🥺

Hope we see more of them , Im actually curious have you made any new ocs ? You mentioned something about Kid 🤔

ooh have you got any art on Saffron maybe even Willow?

I wonder how did she get pregnant by Maria , did Maria ask Ivankov to change her into a man or is Maria secretly a futa?

For Willow I find her very interesting , I wonder though what’s gonna happen to her when Roger gets Executed , Rouge died at childbirth ( will Willow be Ace second mother 👀)

Does Willow get a bad ending like Roger did or will she be sailing the seas with shanks or buggy maybe she be staying with Rayleigh and shakky ?

last thing to say is that I hope your doing ok 💗

🌺Anon

Aww, that’s so kind of you to say, flower friend! It makes me happy to hear that you missed my OC’s, it makes me feel like they’re really good characters!

Anywho, yes I do actually have other OC’s! Multiple actually! I have a lot of fan-kids but I never intend to post about them on this blog as I don’t think that those characters should be present on a blog like this, it would make me feel weird personally

But as for my adults, I have 20+ of them! There’s quite a few of them and I mentioned in another post who they are but just in case you didn’t see that or haven’t seen it at the time of this post then lemme repost who they are alongside their S/O

Sleepyhead Estelle and Caesar Clown

The Snow Woman Talvi and Dalton

Infiltrator Thalassa and Magellan, Sadi-Chan, Domino

Investigative Reporter Honey and Big News Morgans

Time Traveller Paislee and Joyboy

IRL Girl Vanessa and Baccarat, Whitey Bay, Wanda, Hina

Clothing Designer Morticia and Law, X-Drake, Hawkins, Sanji

NSFW Star Nova and Oven

Travelling Selkie Lorna and Laskey

Community Leader Esther and Garling (DON’T LOOK HIM UP IF YOU DONT WANT MANGA SPOILERS)

Glass Artist Soleil and Cobra, Pell, Chaka

IRL Artist Ariel and Kalgara, Herb, Noland, Acorn (Noland’s Wife)

Something Something Water Ember and Sabo, Ace

Morticia’s Model Unnamed Goth Bunny and Penguin, Shachi

I know that I have mentioned Kid but his S/O is one that I’d rather not talk about so unfortunately you’ll never get to see them so my sincerest of apologies but anywho… Let’s get into it!

I don’t actually have any art on them that isn’t made in Gacha but I do however have aesthetic boards that I’ll post at the bottom of this post! I hope that you enjoy them!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Futa, Strap-On’s, Impregnation, Abuse, Isolation, Death Mention, Dream Crushing, Hallucinations, Dark Fairycore Imagery

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON-!

So when it comes to a lot of female characters that I ship with my OC’s, I like to imagine what kind of children they would have together and also I have an easier time writing and imagining sex with someone who has a dick and someone who has a pussy versus two people who have pussies

As a result, Black Maria getting Saffron pregnant is usually explained via Devil Fruit shenanigans or just isn’t explained at all, Black Maria isn’t the only one either as Ulti is also capable of getting Saffron pregnant and each of Saffron’s S/O’s want to be able to make her have their babies

But yeah basically, that’s why so it’s safe to assume that if I’m writing fictional women having intercourse with my OC’s then it’s either strap on or just that they have a dick so that’s the explanation

I guess in unexplained scenarios, those two scenarios of Ivankov changing the female into a male or them secretly being a futa could work but typically I try not to think too hard about it beyond weird side effect of Devil Fruit or something as then I think too much about it and the smut idea that I had winds up going nowhere

I think the furthest that I’ve ever thought about it is that after sex, the dick just kinda goes away and now there’s just two women but anyways that’s enough of that sort of talk now

Willow is by no means then strongest member of the Roger Pirates like she’s pretty tough, don’t get me wrong but she’s nothing compared to the people on Roger’s crew and considering the bounty on all of them it caused some pretty strong people to be after them

So considering that it’s very likely that she has a bounty on her head, it’s likely that Willow could get a bad ending where she’s captured by an enemy and locked up but considering Rayleigh is also her husband, I doubt that she would be locked up for long

I have mentally played around with the idea of Willow returning to the island where they found her after Roger’s execution only to find her father gone so she lives out the rest of her days in solitude but absolutely none of her S/O’s would allow that so her only bad ending winds up being beaten to death by her father after she didn’t meet Roger and them

As a result, she’s likely alive and in scenarios where Rayleigh and Shakky raised Ace then I can see her acting as another mother to Ace like if Rouge is 1st Mom and Shakky is 2nd Mom then Willow is 3rd Mom plus honestly I can see her telling the best bedtime stories about witches flying through the night and using magic

In scenarios where Ace was raised by Dadan then I can imagine that Willow might be Rayleigh and Shakky but she might also be with Gaban, I can’t really see her as being with Shanks and Buggy like I can see her remaining in contact with them but probably not going with them as despite having a love for running through the woods at night and wanting to be a witch, Willow actually does value calm times

Speaking of Witch by the way, I forgot to really expand upon her so I’ll give a quick explanation as to who she is and why she matters when it comes to Willow and her character

Basically when Willow was young, Willow wanted to be a witch so badly when she grew up to the point where she would pretend cast spells and run around with a broom but her Dad crushed her dreams and forced her to give up on that in favor of being a farmer who takes care of all their needs

These years of isolation and living with only a shit father to keep her company caused Willow’s mental state to take a hit so this prompted the creation of what is kind of like a hallucination and it’s an entity known simply as Witch who embodies everything that Willow wanted to be when she grew up but couldn’t

Witch is her entirely own separate being as she appears to be able to react to things that Willow can’t actively see but despite that, she comes from Willow and refuses to elaborate beyond that on what she is and where she came from

However luckily Witch is incapable of interacting with anything, she can’t even touch Willow and is basically a ghost as she can’t touch anything or be seen by anyone as even Rayleigh doesn’t know when Witch is around however he is aware of her existence

No one but Willow can see Witch but the Roger Pirates are aware of Witch’s existence due to Willow telling them, Witch also encourages her to be a version of her that she wants to see like if Willow happens to disobey someone or take that extra minute on a break from her duties then Witch encourages it

But she’s also a bit of a little shit as she enjoys scaring Willow and just popping out of the weirdest places, Witch has gotten a lot calmer though ever since Rouge chewed her out and trust me as being chewed out by a beautiful lady who can’t see you but is clearly pissed at you is terrifying

And that’s it! Here are the Aesthetic Boards that I promised you as well!