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Blind Date

Chan x Thick female reader

Word count: 9.5k 😬

Synopsis: You can't believe your dumb luck when you see your gorgeous blind date walk in but he seems disinterested in being there during your dinner conversation or lack thereof more like it. You're so ready to leave when the check comes but he offers to drive you home. When Chan finally admits why he was so quiet during the date you have a hard time believing it. Will there be a date number two or were you right about blind dating all along.

A/N: This is the fifth installment of the 'Thick reader series'. I hope you all enjoy this one! I've seen so much feed back on the others about people relating to these mc's and its bitter sweet for me. I'm glad you're all feeling represented and valid but I don't like that it means that we still deal with so much hate and fat phobia in the world. No matter your size you're beautiful and worthy of a beautiful life! If you enjoy this please leave a like, comment, reblog, shoot me an ask what ever! The feedback from this series has been so inspiring! Thank you! As always warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY strong language/cursing, oral (f&m receiving), a little spitting, protected piv sex (use condoms kids), praise and pet names (beautiful, baby girl of course), coming in mouth/cum eating. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

You had NEVER spent so much time and effort preparing for a date in your life. When your friend Sarah, who had set up the blind date you had agreed to, told you the restaurant you were meeting your date at was the fancy new Italian place, you decided to go all out. If not now; then when? You were perpetually single but it had not been for a lack of trying on your part. You had all but given up on the whole dating thing when Sarah told you about her friend Chan, how he never went out, and how perfect she thought you two would be for each other.  

You didn’t like the idea of blind dates. Going in cold, not knowing what the other person was like or looked like. It seemed like a recipe for disaster, especially for you. You had been on those dates, the ones where the guy you met from whatever random dating app you matched on would walk in, take one look, see you were a thicker girl than they realized and then you would have to sit through the disappointed looks and the forced pleasantries during the only date you would be having with them.  

You were certain Sarah wouldn’t even be friends with a jerk let alone try and set you up on a date with one, so you agreed but she hadn’t told you much about him other than his name was Chan and that he was a nice guy. Had she told him about you? The idea of him walking in and getting another disappointed look made your stomach turn with anxiety. It was one of the reasons you had stopped dating in the first place and it was also another reason you went all out getting ready. You trusted Sarah and if she thought you would be good together you wanted to make the best first impression you could. 

The day before your date you went to the spa and got pampered, a facial, mani, pedi, waxed, the works. The day of, you took a long hot shower to try and relieve a little of the stress you were still feeling. You dried your hair and put it up in a bun, you didn’t bother with the tendrils of hair that wouldn’t go back, just letting them fall around your neck and face. Your makeup wasn’t too over the top but you did highlight and contour. A little blush, black wing liner, some mascara, and a bright red lip and you were done with makeup.  

It was time to put on the dress you’d gone out and bought especially for the occasion. Normally you’d grab whatever little black dress you managed to feel comfortable enough in. This time you had found a wine-colored velvet bodycon dress. Definitely WAY out of your comfort zone typically but when you tried it on it fit you perfectly, which didn’t happen often for a big girl in a department store, so you decided you had to have it. You put on your black heels, a spray of your expensive perfume, that you only pulled out for special occasions, and you were out the door and headed to the restaurant you were meeting Chan at. 

That’s where you were at now. Seated at a table in probably the most elegant restaurant you had ever stepped foot in, waiting on your date that was now... you looked at the clock by the bar area. Twenty minutes late. You bit at your painted lips nervously and felt like everyone's eyes were on you. Watching the poor chubby girl wait for a date that was most likely, not showing up. They weren’t watching but it didn’t make you feel any less embarrassed. You told yourself you’d give him ten more minutes and if he didn’t show you would just leave. No way were you staying to eat if you got stood up by this guy.

About five minutes later you saw a man walking at a quick pace into the restaurant and up to the hostess. You were positive, no question, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was in all black. A nice tailored pair of slacks that fit him perfectly, a suit vest, a suit jacket, and a little silver chain connecting the two that matched the chain and earrings he was wearing. He had no shirt and the low cut of the vest allowed a healthy view of his chiseled chest underneath. You were positive about another thing, there was no way HE was be the date Sarah had set you up with.  

When the hostess pointed over to your table and the man’s eyes followed her finger until they landed on you, your heart stopped. He looked you over and when his face fell your stomach turned. Fantastic. Not only was your worst nightmare happening but it was happening with an Adonis. Perfect. You half expected him to turn around and just leave but he made his way over to the table you were at. The closer he got, the better you could see the finer details of his face. His perfectly arched eyebrows, his soft brown eyes, his strong broad nose and his full pouty lips, his defined jaw. When he gave you a half smile you saw a dimple pop up in his cheek and his perfect white teeth peek. He was so handsome he couldn’t possibly be real. 

“y/n? I’m Chan, I uh... I’m so sorry I’m late.” You stood and took his hand to shake. He awkwardly leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. He seemed to be looking anywhere BUT at you. 

“Yes, hi Chan it’s nice to meet you. Sarah has told me such nice things about you.” He let out a little nervous laugh. 

“Oh, has she?” No, she really hadn’t but you gave a small nod and sat back down as Chan sat in the chair across from you. 

“She really didn’t tell me much about you.” Chan admitted. You cringed. Great. You shrugged and gave him a weak smile. 

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He nodded quietly and opened the menu. When the waiter came over for your drink orders Chan quickly ordered. 

“Whiskey on ice. A double please.” You stopped yourself from chewing at your lips again as the waiter turned to you for your order. 

“Oh, just a glass of red wine for me and a water please.” The waiter bowed and left to fill your drink orders leaving you and Chan in awkward silence again. When you looked up from your menu Chan actually made eye contact with you for a split second before looking back at his own menu again. He didn’t seem to want to talk, didn’t want to look at you, what were you even doing there. It was going even worse than you thought it would and you could practically feel the disappointment oozing from him. When the waiter came back with your drinks Chan grabbed his and drank most of it quickly. God, he has to be drunk to even sit here, you thought to yourself. This was a mistake. You felt a lump forming in your throat and you cleared it, unintentionally getting Chan’s attention.  

“I uh... will you excuse me for a moment.” Chan’s eyes were on his menu again already and he nodded in reply. You pressed your lips together tightly and excused yourself to the bathroom. As soon as you were alone in a stall you couldn’t help but let a few tears go. You were so embarrassed. This is exactly what you worried about, exactly why you had stopped dating. Even putting in all the effort you had to look nice, he was clearly disappointed and you wondered how the hell Sarah thought this was a good idea. You sniffled a bit, wiped the couple of tears you had allowed to fall, pulled out your phone and called her. She answered quickly, excited for an update. 

“Hey girl! How’s the date? He’s cute yea?” You took a shaky breath trying to compose yourself so you didn’t start bawling the minute you spoke and she could tell you were upset. 

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?!” She asked concerned. 

“It’s terrible Sarah! Why on earth did you think HE would be interested in ME?! He was almost thirty minutes late and he looks so disappointed and barely talks and won’t look at me. It's awful Sarah, I knew this would happen. We haven’t ordered food yet; I think I’m just gonna leave. I’m not forcing him to stay on a date he clearly doesn’t want to be on. I can’t sit through another date like that.” Sarah quickly tried to talk you out of that idea. 

“No no, don’t do that. He’s just shy, give him a bit to warm up to you. I swear if you just give him a chance you’ll see.” You let out a sigh. 

“Fine.” You hung up with Sarah, left the stall, and went back to the table. When you sat down Chan gave you a strange look. 

“Everything okay?” You kept your head down but nodded and picked up your menu again. Shortly after coming back to the table the waiter came over for your food orders. Chan ordered some pasta dish with vodka? You weren’t sure, spaghetti and alfredo were the expanse of your knowledge when it came to pasta dishes. Then the waiter turned to you for your order. 

“Uh, I’ll have the salad with balsamic vinaigrette.” You closed your menu and Chan gave you a funny look. 

“That’s all?” You nodded again, making no effort to make eye contact anymore and handed your menu to the waiter. 

“Yes sorry, I don’t have much of an appetite.” That was a lie. You hadn’t eaten all day letting your nerves get the best of you. You were starving but eating a big meal in front of someone that seemed put out by you didn’t sound that appealing. You sat in relative silence as you both waited on your food and Chan ordered another whiskey. You picked at the napkin by your plate and did your best to not look dejected but it was difficult and the tightness in your chest getting was getting worse as every awkward minute passed. You were thankful when the food showed up because at least then you’d have a reason to not be speaking to each other.  

Chan dug into his pasta dish, which did look good. He seemed to have a healthy appetite. You took a few bites of your salad and pushed the rest around your plate as you finished your third glass of wine. As Chan finished up his meal you asked to be excused again. He finished the bite he had in his mouth quickly. 

“Of course.” You got up and made your way to the bathroom to gather yourself a bit and freshen up your lipstick. As soon as you were in the bathroom you called Sarah again. 

“Hey! So?” You sighed heavily. 

“Just... when I’m making you sit on the phone with me later while I cry about this just deal with it okay?” Sarah felt bad that it wasn’t going well. She had really thought the two of you would hit it off. 

“Later, you can cry on the phone with me as much as you need. I’m sorry. I love you sweetie.” You took another deep breath. 

“Don’t apologize, I love you too. I’ve gotta get back.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Before you left you looked in the mirror to do your lipstick and you noticed the slight trail of mascara under your eyes from crying earlier. Oh great! No wonder he asked if you were okay. You fought off the urge to cry again, wiped the mascara off from under your eyes, and fixed your lipstick before heading back to the table to get the rest of this over with. Chan was putting his phone away as you came back to sit down. 

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” You nodded and gave Chan a weak smile. 

“Thank you.” Whatever helped get you through the rest of this absolute train wreck. 

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate. 

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no. 

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back we can just pay the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan frowned. You had been upset the whole date. 

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You declined the offer. 

“No. I hardly ate my food.” And drank half a bottle of wine, you had thought to yourself.  

“You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan raised his hand shaking his head. 

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” You went ahead and accepted not wanting to drag out an awkward argument about the bill any further. Your wine came and Chan gave the waiter his card to pay the bill. You sat there sipping your drink and realized Chan seemed to be watching you closely now. You glanced up and when you made eye contact you straightened up a bit and he smiled at you. You forced a smile back but it was obvious that it was not genuine and Chan felt awful. 

Chan NEVER dated. Ever and all his friends knew that. So, when Sarah told him she knew someone that would be perfect for him he agreed to a blind date, trusting her. He was on edge as soon as he found out you had agreed to the date as well. He couldn’t sleep the night before and he thought he might puke day of he was so nervous. When he went to get dressed it was a disaster, even with his friend Felix’s help. 

“Black black black why the fuck is everything I own black. FUCK. I’m gonna look like an undertaker no matter what I wear.” Felix laughed at Chan. 

“It’s your closet man don’t ask me. Besides that, you look good in black.” After Chan rifled through the closet frustrated a bit longer Felix walked over and pushed Chan out of the way. 

“Okay maniac, where are you going for dinner again?” Chan huffed out a breath. 

“That fancy new Italian place. Sarah picked it.” Felix nodded and shifted through the sea of black clothing hanging in front of him pulling out a black pair of slacks, a black vest, a black suit jacket and pushed them towards Chan. 

“Here. This.” Chan looked at the clothes and then at Felix. 

“What about a shirt.” Felix quirked and eye brow and shook his head. 

“Trust me, no shirt, just that. No way you’ll look like an undertaker in that.” Chan was about to argue but then he noticed the clock. 

“FUCK! I’m supposed to be there now!” He pushed Felix out of his room, quickly got dressed and raced to the restaurant. When Chan was walking up, he had glanced through the window trying to see if he could spot his date. At one of the tables, he saw a woman in a red dress, her hair up in an elegant looking bun and delicate whisps of hair around her face and neck. Chan’s jaw dropped. He shook his head and got himself together, he wouldn’t be that lucky, your husband must be in the bathroom. He got it together and headed in, he didn’t want to keep his date waiting any longer. He hurried in and straight up to the hostess station. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m meeting someone and I’m running a bit late. The reservation is for Chan and y/n?” The hostess nodded, smiling. 

“Yes, sir the rest of your party is already seated, just over there.” The hostess pointed in the direction of the table where the woman in the red dress was and Chan’s face fell. You were even more stunning than he’d realized. You were clearly, naturally, very beautiful and all dressed up like that, Chan was speechless. He gave you a little smile as he walked over. 

He had gotten as far as introducing himself and apologizing and then he was trying to be smooth and kiss your cheek but got nervous half way in and only gave you a quick peck. Even then he couldn’t get himself to look you in the eyes again after. When you said Sarah had said nice things about him, he felt a little cheated. 

“She didn’t tell me much about you.” He admitted. Sarah hadn’t really told him anything about you other than a name, you were sweet and that you would hit it off.  

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He picked up the menu thinking about what to say to strike up a conversation, drawing a total blank and just nodding. It was like his brain went into fight or flight and one hundred percent chose flight. The waiter came over for your drink orders and Chan nervously blurted his order out quickly, then immediately realized he probably should have let you order first, like a gentleman. He was internally kicking himself.  

As soon as his drink touched the table Chan grabbed it and almost downed it all in one go. He noticed you glancing at him and that was the only reason he hadn’t. He didn’t want you to think he was a drunk. He rarely drank actually, but he needed something to take the edge off and maybe loosen him up a bit too. You were so pretty he was having a hard time making his brain work. He was always bad at talking to pretty girls. You took a sip of your wine and then excused yourself to the bathroom. 

Chan was waiting patiently for you to come back from the bathroom and he was determined to loosen up a bit and stop acting so weird. You’re just an incredibly attractive woman, he can talk to you, he can. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket. When he took it out, he saw he had a text from Sarah and he opened it.  

Sarah: What the fuck are you doing? 

Chan: What do you mean? 

Chan: Nothing! I swear! What’s wrong? 

The three little dots popped up as Sarah typed out her response but you were coming back to the table before Chan could get a reply. He put his phone back in his pocket. When you sat down, he noticed your mascara had run a bit, it looked like maybe you had been crying.  

“Everything okay?” You had nodded your head yes but Chan knew it wasn’t. He was being too quiet, he knew he was, but every time he thought he’d worked up the courage to start a conversation or ask a question he’d look up at you and lose his confidence just as fast. The waiter came over and took your meal orders. Chan got penne alla vodka because it was the only thing he actually knew on the menu and only because of a cooking show and you ordered a salad.  

“Is that all?” Chan was surprised. He’d been so nervous all day he hadn’t eaten a thing so he was starving now. He had thought maybe you would have been as well but you apologized saying you weren’t very hungry. Chan nodded and motioned for the waiter to order another whiskey. He could tell you were not happy with how the date was going. That was obvious. Sarah had probably promised some interesting outgoing guy, the guy Sarah knew and saw, and here he was too shy to talk to a beautiful girl. He had managed to say maybe twenty words the whole time you had waited for your meals. Mostly answers to your basic questions, trying to pull conversation from him. 

When the food showed up you both seemed thankful for the distraction. Chan was starving, he couldn’t wait another second and started eating. He tried not to scarf it down like a stray dog. Which was hard because it was really good. You seemed to not be very interested in your meal and Chan wondered if you just didn’t like eating around people you don’t know. Some people were like that. Chan was getting to the end of his plate, there was definitely enough that it should have been two bites but it was just so good. Chan scooped it up and ate it all in one. 

“I’m just gonna freshen up, if you’ll excuse me.” The first words uttered since the food arrived and Chan’s mouth was full. He felt like an idiot. He chewed his bite quickly. 

“Of course.” You left for the bathroom and Chan wiped his mouth rolling his eyes at himself. The waiter came over and asked about dessert for the two of you. Chan wasn’t sure. You might be more interested in something sweet. He decided to wait and ask you but ordered you both another drink. When the waiter walked away Chan’s phone buzzed and he had remembered that Sarah had been texting him. He grabbed it and opened their texts. He saw the one she sent from before first. 

Sarah: TALK to her! She thinks you’re not interested. I saw how she looked tonight, Chan. You’d be stupid not to be interested. TALK! 

When he saw the next texts that had just come through from Sarah, he felt awful. 

Sarah: Chan, I can’t believe you! She’s so upset! Why don’t you like her? You haven’t even given her a chance and really talked to her! 

Sarah: If she actually cries on the phone with me tonight because of you, I’m punching you. 

Oh no! You weren’t upset because Chan was an awkward dork you were upset because you thought he didn’t like you! How could he not? He didn’t have a chance to message Sarah back before you were coming back to the table again. When you sat down Chan tried to be more outgoing immediately.  

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” Chan noticed you had cleaned up the mascara from earlier. 

“Thank you.” He was determined to not let this whole date go down in flames because he was too shy to talk to a beautiful woman. 

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate. 

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no. 

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back, we can just get the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan hated the fact that he made you feel that he was put out or disinterested.  

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You immediately said no. 

“No. I hardly ate my food. You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan wasn’t going to take no for an answer on this. 

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” Chan was glad when you agreed without further argument. The waiter came over with your drinks. Chan handed him his card and told him he just needed the bill. As the waiter walked away you picked up your glass of wine and sipped at it and Chan finally allowed himself to look at you, not just glance, but really look. God you were gorgeous, it unnerved him but he had to get over that. You noticed him looking and looked up at him. Chan smiled but the smile you gave him back was so forced it made him feel awful. The waiter came back with Chan’s card and you started to get up to leave while Chan was still signing the receipt. 

“Thank you for dinner Chan, it was nice meeting you.” You bowed as Chan finished signing quickly and stood up. 

“Oh, it was really nothing at all. Did you drive?” You shook your head. 

“No uber.” Chan squeezed the back of his neck trying to release the tension he felt. 

“Well, uh... I could take you home.” He’s a nice guy. You were sure he was only offering to be polite, so you would be polite and not make him. 

“It's fine I can just uber, you can go. I won’t have to wait long.” Chan shook his head. 

“Let me make sure you get home safely. To make up for being late.” You didn’t know why he was so adamant about it. Wasn’t the dinner awkward enough? You needed to have an awkward car ride too? 

“That’s why you paid for dinner.” You reminded him. Oh that was right. That was why you had let him pay for dinner. 

“Well then just for my peace of mind. Please?” He gave you this look and even as uncomfortable as the dinner had been, he was trying to be nice and it was a face you couldn’t say no to. 

“Okay Chan. You can take me home.” He put his hand behind you but not on you and offered for you to lead the way. Once you were outside he pointed to a black Fiat compact. You looked at the car and then him. You wouldn’t have guessed a man that looked like such a playboy, was driving that car like that. 

“What?” He asked smiling. You shook your head. 

“Nothing just... I expected you to drive a Mercedes or Maserati or something.” Chan scrunched his nose. 

“Nah never. I don’t need all that. Wade here is plenty of car for me.” He tapped the top of the car. It was your turn to make a funny face. 

“Wade?” Chan nodded with a little smile on his face. 

“Yea! A car has gotta have a name!” He opened your door and helped you into the vehicle then hurried around and got in the driver's seat. He closed his door and it was a bit intoxicating being in such a confined space with him. You could smell his cologne and you were close enough you could make out a few little freckles on his face. You didn’t realize but you had started staring. You couldn’t help it. He was so handsome. It was easy to get lost in the details of his facial features. Chan looked over at you and gave you a little smile. He seemed to have loosened up a little and had said more than he had the whole night, walking to the car.  

“So! Where are we going?” He asked as he started the car. You gave him your address and he typed it into his navigation before taking off. Silence filled the car but it wasn’t as awkward of a silence as before. Maybe because there was music softly playing or maybe because he had opened up a bit. Whatever the reason it didn’t seem as tense to you. Chan on the other hand was doing a marvelous job at pretending to not be freaking out. He had managed to talk to you and not come off like a complete idiot. It only took as long as pulling out of the parking lot though, when Chan could smell your perfume, it started to invade his senses. Part of his brain was ready to go flight on him again but by the time he pulled up to your place he’d gotten control of his faculties. He parked the car and sat for a minute trying to figure out where to start with his apology for his odd behavior at dinner. Just as he was about to, you spoke. 

“Well, thank you for the ride home Chan and again for dinner. Have a good night.” You started to open your car door and Chan was quickly losing his chance. 

“I’m sorry!” He just blurted it out, shouted it really. You jumped a little and your hand fell away from the door. You turned to him with a confused look on your face. 

“For what?” He was a nice guy, you figured it was a ‘sorry you’re just not my type’ kind of apology. 

“I’m sorry for being so quiet during dinner. I... I don’t date. EVER. I was worried.... I mean, well, I can be kind of a dork.” You scoffed and looked at him incredulously. 

“A dork? Do you see yourself?! Who on earth... you’re a walking Korean Ken doll okay? You could be the biggest nerd on the planet and I don’t think it would bother anyone. Certainly not me.” Chan looked down at himself. He was in such a hurry when he left since he was late, he really hadn’t taken a good look at the outfit he had put on. He was usually in gym clothes or sweats and hoodies, baggy clothes that didn’t show his body at all. He hadn’t even thought about what he looked like in the outfit Felix had picked him, he had just hoped he looked nice. Apparently, Felix had chosen well by your words. Chan laughed a little nodding. 

“Fair enough but never the less I hurt your feelings so I should apologize.” You shook your head and furrowed your brow. 

“You didn’t-” Chan raised one of his perfect eyebrows at you. 

“Sarah texted me when you were in the bathroom.” Oh you were going to kill her. 

“Oh.” You looked down and picked at your finger nails. 

“Even if she hadn’t though, I... noticed a little mascara under your eyes when you came back from the bathroom.” You buried your head in your hands hiding your face as it turned red in embarrassment. 

“If I made you cry y/n I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m just... I’m really shy and it’s worse around pretty women.” You rolled your eyes and huffed a hard breath out. 

“Right. Okay your apology is accepted but you don’t have to pander to me.” Chan didn’t know what you meant. 

“Wha... pander?” You pressed your fingers into your eyes. 

“Yes. You can say you’re not attracted to me. It was just one blind date together. I’ll survive.” Chan thought he was doing a good job at expressing how sorry he was for giving you the wrong impression. Clearly, he wasn’t doing as good of a job as he’d thought. 

“I... I’m not pandering.” His tone changed, his voice was quieter, his eyes were cast down at his steering wheel and he wrung his hands. 

“I’ve been nervous since Sarah said she had a friend she wanted me to meet. She knows I don’t go out so if she was suggesting I meet a friend of hers, I knew it was probably going to be someone worthwhile. I trust Sarah. I am attracted to you y/n. Very much so and if you’ll give me a second chance, I’d like to actually talk some, get to know you, and maybe... go out again?” He wanted to see you again, after that disaster of a date?! 

“You want to go out again?” You asked shocked and he nodded looking at you hopeful. 

“Can I be frank with you?” Chan asked and you shook your head. 

“I saw you through the window as I was walking up and I thought, God whoever she’s there with is a lucky bastard. I was positive I was not that lucky bastard. Then I walked in and the hostess pointed right over at your table and I realized holy shit! I am! You’re so beautiful y/n and I have no doubt if your friends with Sarah you’re a good person. Sarah doesn’t have the patience to deal with assholes. Well except me.” You put your hand on Chan’s, he looked over at you again and you shook your head at him. 

“You’re not an asshole.” Chan smiled at you and his dimples popped out making you smile back. 

“Look, I know it wasn’t the original date but I have a little roof top garden and a bottle of wine. If you want to come up, we can sit and talk for a little while? Get to know each other?” Chan’s smile grew times ten, scrunching his eyes up into little crescents. 

“Absolutely! I’d love to!” You both got out of the car and you lead Chan to your building. When you walked into your condo you kicked off your heels and let your hair down. Chan couldn’t help but watch your every move, just being in your space, you already seemed more relaxed. When you looked over and noticed him staring at you butterflies erupted in your stomach. When Chan saw you look he started scanning the room like he had been looking at the décor of your apartment and you smiled to yourself a bit. 

“Would you mind grabbing the wine from the fridge while I get the glasses?” Chan’s attention was drawn back to you by your question and he nodded. 

“Oh sure!” Chan followed you into your kitchen and grabbed the wine like you asked, when he turned back around he saw you reaching on your tip toes for the glasses that were just out of your reach. Your dress riding up a bit exposing more of your thighs and he was distracted for a split second before he came up behind you and reached up easily with his long arms. Chan grabbed two of them between his fingers by the stem. He was so close to you so he could reach them; his chest pressed up against you. You could feel his warmth of his exposed chest against your back and smell his cologne again. 

“Here, I’ve got these too. You lead the way.” You were blushing when he stepped back and smiled at him. You led him through your living room grabbing the throw blanket off the back of your couch on the way out. 

“Just in case, sometimes it can get a little breezy up there.” You slid on your house shoes, opened the window to your fire escape, and lead Chan up to the section of the roof you were permitted your garden. He stepped through a latticed arch way and it was like he was in a mini paradise in the middle the city. Chan couldn’t believe it. 

“You... you did all this?!” You nodded shyly. 

“I don’t really do much to it these days honestly, it kind of takes care of its self for the most part now.” Chan’s eyes were overwhelmed by the colors of the flowers the way they weaved together creating a private oasis. In the middle was a wide flat swing with an overstuffed cushion. You walked over to it and tossed the blanket on before crawling on yourself. 

“Give me those and you get on.” Chan handed you the bottle and then the glasses and kicked off his shoes as he climbed on to the unusual swing. When he got settled, he looked at you and smiled the biggest toothy smile. It made you melt inside. He grabbed the bottle of wine and started to open it, pouring you both a glass. 

“What even is this thing?” Chan laughed. 

“It’s just a swing. I come up here to read and stargaze, think, I like doing those things laying down so...” You motioned to the swing and Chan nodded in understanding. 

“I love it.” He exclaimed. You blushed as Chan put the cork back in the bottle and leaned over to set it on the ground. You handed him one of the glasses and then the conversation just seemed to flow out of the two of you. Careers, hobbies, siblings, what you envisioned with your futures, you talked about everything. As the two of you talked you both got more comfortable, more relaxed, sitting closer together. Then Chan’s hand sneakily found yours and he gently played with your fingers as you both continued on and on, music, movies, books. You started getting cold and Chan put the blanket you brought around your bare shoulders, then mustered up all his courage and put his arm around you too, warming you. Your cheeks flushed and you smiled leaning into his body more and you both continued to talk.  

Eventually Chan’s legs were stretched out and he was leaning back on his hands looking up at the stars. You were curled up with the blanket your head resting on one of his thighs looking up at the night sky too. Somehow you both were still asking questions, laughing, learning about each other’s likes and dislikes. It had been the most tense, awkward date in the beginning and now all you could think about was how you had probably never been so comfortable around a date, ever. You noticed your phone light up and grabbed it pressing the button, lighting up the screen. 

“Oh wow! It’s midnig- Oh shit. Do you have missed texts and calls from Sarah?” Chan grabbed his phone and looked. 

“Yeap. We’re in big trouble I’m guessing.” You nodded and pressed the call button by her name. It rang once, maybe, and she answered. 

“What the hell!? I’ve been worried sick!” You felt bad that you had forgotten to text her and let her know you were okay. 

“I’m sorry! Chan brought me home and we’re up in the garden having some wine and we lost track of time. I’m so sorry I made you worry Sarah.” She was instantly calmer knowing you were okay and even happier that it sounded like you and Chan had finally clicked. 

“Wait, he’s still there?” She asked with a hint of suggestion in her voice. 

“Yeeeaaasss....” That was all you said with Chan sitting right there. 

“Mhmm. Be safe, have fun.” You rolled your eyes and hung up on your friend. Chan smiled at you and it was as if stars had fallen from the sky and into his eyes. 

“Why do you look at me like that?” Chan’s smile transformed into a smirk. 

“Like what?” You shrugged unsure of how to word it. 

“Like... I’m so... interesting to you.” Chan scooted in closer to you again and twirled a bit of your hair between two fingers. 

“You are interesting y/n...” You nudged him shaking your head, not accepting the non-answer. 

“I look at you like that y/n. Because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I saw exactly why Sarah thought I would like you as soon as I laid eyes on you and now getting to really talk to you, getting to know you, I knew I was right to trust her. You’re talented and intelligent, kind hearted and I just really feel like I grazed over that beautiful part at first.” Your face got warm. You couldn’t help but smile and you were about to look away when Chan cupped your face, leaned in, and kissed you gently. You were surprised at first. Even with the hand holding and cuddling, you hadn’t really expected him to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, you leaned into them. He pulled back quickly keeping it respectful. 

“I’m sorry I... I just had to do that once tonight.” You smiled and pushed a piece of Chan’s hair that had fallen forward back before running your fingers softly down the side of his face and holding his strong jaw in your palm looking into his beautiful deep brown eyes. 

“Only once?” The dimple popping smile appeared on his face before he leaned in and kissed you again. This time both of your lips parted and slotted together. He tasted like the wine you both had drank. The tip of his tongue teased your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss as your fingers carded through his hair and you held on. The two of you carried on for a bit. Lips and tongues battling for dominance, hands roaming over clothes until Chan pulled away. 

“I’m sorry. I am, I’m trying to be respectful. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to pressure you but if we keep at this I... I might just lose my mind.” You sat up on your knees moving closer to Chan letting the blanket fall off your shoulders. You ran your hands across his broad shoulders, sliding your fingers up his neck and into his hair at the nape of his neck, you leaned in kissing him again. Chan closed his eyes and kissed you back. You started to lay back, pulling Chan on top of you. When he realized what you were doing, he stopped again. 

“y/n... we don’t... I didn’t say that so you would-” You pulled him down into another kiss silencing him before stopping and looking him in the eyes. 

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t normally act like this but you are not pressuring me Chan. Anything we do tonight is because we both want to. Okay?” Chan shook his head before leaning down and tentatively kissing you again. It didn’t take long for your make out session to get heated again. Chan’s lips traveled down your jaw and neck leaving a warm wet trail of kisses against your skin. Chan’s lips met yours again in a fiery kiss and when his hips involuntarily pressed into yours you moaned into the kiss. 

“God you are so beautiful... you sound so sexy... can’t believe... can’t believe I’m touching you, kissing you...” Chan said between kissing you. Your hands went under Chan’s blazer and pushed it off.  

“More... fuck... please... more Chan.” Chan pulled at the top of your dress, pulling it down and freeing your full breasts, pleasantly surprised to find you braless. He stopped and looked at you before touching you, wanting to be sure you were okay with every step of what was happening. You gave Chan a little nod and his big hands cupped your bare breasts as he attacked your neck and chest with his lips and teeth. Your fingers found purchase in his hair again and tugged a bit when his pouty lips wrapped around one of your nipples and sucked on it. When it was perked and hard Chan let go and ran his flattened tongue over it. 

“Chan that feels really good. God!” He hummed around your other nipple as he sucked on it, then let go and teased it with the tip of his tongue. 

“You taste so good baby girl.” Your core throbbed at the sudden use of the pet name. He looked at you and raised that perfect eye brow at you again. 

“Could... could I taste... more?” Your legs instinctively wanted to press together at the idea of Chan’s head between your thighs. Your face and chest started turning red. 

“You mean...” Chan was not about to mince words anymore after the first half of the date. 

“I wanna go down on you. Will you let me eat you out? You don’t have to do anything to me, I just...” 

“Yes.” Chan stopped rambling immediately. 

“Yea?” You bit your bottom lip and nodded, smiling at him. Chan crawled down, his hands running down your body over your dress. When he got to the hem at the bottom, he gathered it under his thumbs and slowly started pushing the skirt up, exposing your white lacy panties. A wet patch already visible making them a little see-through allowing Chan a glimpse of your slit. You had never been so happy you had waxed as his fingers traced up your panties before hooking into them and sliding them down and off. You pressed your legs together and your hands came down covering yourself. Chan ran his hands gently up and down your soft thighs giving them a little squeeze.  

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you really are y/n?” You shook your head no biting your lips nervously. Chan grabbed your hands moving them away and spreading your legs so he could see how wet you were for him and then smirked. 

“Let me show you.” His lips made contact with your throbbing sex and it made your hips jerk. One of Chan’s hands splayed out on your soft tummy holding your down as his other reached and teased one of your nipples. 

“God! Chan! Oh my god that feels...” before you could tell him how well he was doing his lips puckered around your clit and he hummed in delight at the sounds you made when he started sucking on it. Between him sucking on your clit and the vibrations from him humming, you couldn’t help but try and grind up against his face, even as he firmly held you down. His free hand traveled back down your plush skin before spreading your lips. Chan stuck his tongue out and started going back and forth between a quick flicking motion with the tip and flat wet stripes before gently sucking your clit again. You gripped the cushion of the swing tightly as you felt the string inside you tighten. 

“I’m... I’m gonna... Chan... please. Don’t, don’t stop.” Your words were a breathy whisper as you begged him to push you over the precipice. He grunted with no intention on stopping, in fact your pleas made him eager to get you to your climax that much faster. The way he started going at your pussy was messy but with precision and with a flick of his tongue your world exploded. 

“Ooooooh my... fuck. Chan... fuck. I’m coming!” He slowed down and continued kissing and licking you as you twitched and shuddered through the remnants of your orgasm. When you relaxed and let out a deep breath Chan climbed back up next to you and smiled looking down at you flustered and blushing from coming. His fingers traced across your breasts gently, teasing your nipples. 

“That was so sexy baby girl. I love the way you sound when you moan my name.” He kissed your neck by your ear and it tickled, making you turn your head and look at him. He pushed a few stray hairs out of your face and you leaned up and kissed him. You sat up, gently pushing Chan to lay back and he pulled away from the kiss as you started to get between his legs. 

“You don’t have to...” You made him lay back and straddled his thighs as you started undoing the buttons of his vest, pushing it open but not off and running your hands down Chan’s firm chest and abs stopping at the waist of his pants. 

“Chan? Do you want a blow job?” Your fingers toyed with his belt a little. He swallowed hard and his ears turned bright red as he shook his head. 

“Yes. Please.” You unbuckled his belt, undid the button of his pants, slid his zipper down and Chan’s heart was already ready to beat out of his chest. You grabbed on to the waist of his pants and underwear and Chan lifted his hips up so you could pull them down. His cock sprung free from his briefs and was already so hard from just the thought of your mouth on it. You tossed Chan’s pants and underwear aside a little and kneeled next to him. He sat up a little, his fingers weaved through your hair and pulled you into another kiss. As he was distracted by kissing you your fingers gently wrapped around his shaft. Chan broke the kiss as his head fell back between his shoulders. 

“So soft. Your hands are so soft.” You squeezed him gently and started to stroke him a bit. He was the perfect size, fit nicely in your hand and above average length. You really wanted to know what he tasted like. You leaned over his cock and let a little spit drip from your mouth onto the head and spread it down his length. Chan groaned and laid the rest of the way back as you took him into your warm mouth. 

“Mmyes your mouth feels so fucking good.” He looked down at you and gathered all of your hair up, holding it away from your face so he could see his cock disappearing into your mouth again and again. Your head bobbed and Chan helped set the rhythm as you struggled to take him deeper. 

“Stick your tongue out baby, you’ll be able to take more. Fuck! You’re sucking me so well beautiful.” You did as Chan said and stuck your tongue out allowing a little extra room in the back of your throat for his cock. You gagged a little and pulled off. He kept your hair pulled back out of your face as you looked up at him and stroked him. He grabbed your hand stopping you before he came. Chan sat up and pulled you into another passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth immediately. He held your face and pushed his plump lips against yours softly again and again.  

“I... I want you y/n. If you don’t want to, if this is as far as you want to go tonight, that’s fine but... just... FUCK I really want you baby girl.” He grabbed your hand and weaved his fingers through yours looking at the intertwined limbs as he confessed how badly he wanted you. You pushed his hair back out of his face again. It was messy from you running your fingers through it before and his edges were starting to curl a bit from the light sweat on his forehead and temples. You ran your hand down the side of his face and he closed his eyes. 

“Do you have a condom?” It was a whisper but Chan heard it clearly. His eyes shot back open and he looked at you to make sure he actually heard what he was sure he had. You sat there on your knees your dress bunched around your midsection, biting your lip giving Chan the sweetest doe eyes. He took in every inch of you, every soft curve, every plush bit of flesh exposed to his eyes was drank in. He shook his head and you quirked an eyebrow at him. 

“Not that I thought... well I just... I was a boy scout. Always prepared you know?” You laughed a little. 

“It’s okay, grab it?” Chan relaxed again and leaned over, grabbing his slacks and pulling 3 foil wrappers out of his pocket and tearing one off, tossing the others to the side. You laid back and spread your legs looking at Chan and he was certain he’d died and gone to heaven. 

“I want you Chan. Please.” He wasn’t going to make you beg, no. He ripped the condom open and rolled it down his length before grabbing your soft hips and pulling you closer so that he was nestled in between your thick thighs. You looked down and watched as Chan grabbed his cock and rubbed the head through your folds, collecting your arousal before slowly pushing the tip inside you. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you watched him slowly bury himself into you until his hips were flush against yours. 

“Fuck! So tight, fuck! I need a second.” You nodded and ran your hands up and down Chan’s abs trying to help him relax a little. He closed his eyes and slowly started thrusting into you and it felt divine. His length and curve made it so he easily hit your g spot. Chan’s rhythm picked up and he grabbed a hold of your dress using it for leverage as he fucked you harder. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours. 

“Feel so good Chan fuck! Harder, please!” Chan grabbed one of your breasts with his free hand, still gripping your dress around your midsection tightly, pulling you back on to his cock in tandem with every push of his hips. It felt so good but you knew you wouldn’t be able to cum like that. 

“Chan, need... fuck!” Chan slowed down rolling his hips as he continued to fuck you. 

“Need what baby girl what do you need?” You pulled him down to kiss you and welcomed his tongue tasting you again. His hips pushed into you deeper and deeper making it difficult to form the words. 

“Top... on top.” Chan smiled down at you, half fucked out underneath him. 

“You wanna ride my cock beautiful?” You nodded. 

“Fuck! Yes please!” Chan pulled out of you and laid back on the swing patting his hips. 

“Come on and ride it then baby girl.” You sat up and straddled Chan’s waist reaching back, aligning his cock with your entrance and sinking down almost taking him fully. His hands gripped your plump ass and eased you down on him the rest of the way. 

“Oh my god Chan! Yes! Fuck!” Chan squeezed your ass and started grinding you back and forth on his dick.  

“Such a good girl, fuck! Riding me so well beautiful. Does it feel good?” You braced yourself, putting your palms flat against Chan’s abs as your started riding him on your own. His hands now resting on your full hips as he watched his cock disappear between your thick ass thighs. His cock hit your g spot perfectly and the added pressure to your clit from grinding against his pubic bone had your pussy dripping. It was wet and messy and hot. 

“So fucking full Chan, you fill me up so good!” Chan gripped your dress that was still bunched up around you, lifted you, lifted his hips and started fucking you hard from below. 

“Cum for me baby girl. Let me hear you moan my name with that pretty voice again. Cum for me beautiful.” The next snap of Chan’s hips up into you sent you reeling into the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. Chan lowered his hips and you and helped your grind against him riding out your climax for as long as possible. Chan couldn’t take his eyes off you, flushed, chewing your bottom lip, full of his cock and softy, slowly rotating your hips in circles as you came down. His finger-tips rubbing you gently up and down your sides as your body buzzed.  

Chan cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip before gently pushing it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked, swirling your tongue, giving it a similar treatment to what his cock had gotten earlier and you could feel him twitch inside you. You were locked on Chan’s dark lust hazed eyes as he chewed his lip and watched you suck on his thumb. He gently pushed down on your tongue making your mouth open a little so he could see the pink muscle inside. 

“Can I cum right here baby girl?” He let the pressure off your tongue and you wrapped your lips around the digit again, gently taking it between your teeth as you nodded your head. Chan pulled his thumb out of your mouth and held your waist as he sat up and laid you back down. Chan pulled his cock out and pulled the condom off before crawling up by your head and getting on his knees.  

“Open up for me beautiful let me see your tongue.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out flat as Chan spit in his hand and started stroking the head of his cock fast. When he was close he started working his shaft, pushing his tip down towards your tongue, ready to cum in your mouth. Without warning you wrapped your pretty lips around the head of his cock and sucked as you rubbed your tongue firmly against the sensitive spot at the base of his tip and hummed. 

“FUCK I’m gonna cum!” You sealed your lips around the head of Chan’s cock firmly as warm thick cum filled your mouth. He twitched and jerked as you sucked every drop he had to offer. When he pulled his cock out he saw his load of cum in your mouth for just a second before you swallowed it and laid there utterly fucked out of your mind. Chan ran his hand through your hair, leaned down and kissed you before laying down next to you and pulling you in close to his chest. You leaned over for a moment and he wasn’t sure what you were doing until you pulled the blanket you had brought up over the two of you and nuzzled back into Chan’s embrace. You both laid there looking at the stars, holding each other in the most comfortable silence of the entire night before Chan broke the silence. 

“So what are my chances at a second date?” You looked up at him, shook your head and laughed. 

“I’d say pretty good.”   

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warming her pearls ♡ bang chan

You are a young Viscountess; he is your housekeeper and only companion. You've made it unusually clear to him you want him, yet he's just pretty clueless.

pairing: housekeeper!bang chan x noble female!reader wordcount: 6.8k genre: romance, mutual pining, companions to lovers, set in the 1500s ("traditional" values and everything are involved)/regency-esque themes smut warnings: oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this!), implication that pulling out works (it really doesn't!), handjob (m. receiving) warnings: parental absence, mentions of sexual thoughts, sex

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Author's Note: This was based off a poem called Warming Her Pearls by Carol Ann Duffy. This is a beautiful poem I used to study in school, and I thought the concept was nice, and wanted to turn it into a short story. (I'm aware that the poem is WLW, but uh. Oh well.)

I also did proofread this, but I'm really bad at proofreading. Spot any mistakes? Feel free to let me know, I'll be grateful.

Reposts are very much appreciated :))

You and Christopher were no strangers. You, a young viscountess; him, your loyal assistant. He had been around for as long as you’d remembered, being taken in by your father, providing everything he would want or need to live, in exchange for his help around the palace. 

Ever since your mother’s passing, you refused to take on a maid. You had torn through seven different maids, complaining they didn’t make your granola the same way your mother did, didn’t brush your hair the same way your mother did. It was trivial, really. You never considered yourself a picky person—quite the opposite, actually—but this was one thing you wanted your say in. Given you never asked for much, this wish was easily granted by your father.

He was always too cautious allowing older men to look after his only daughter, only child, let alone. If anything, he would’ve looked you after himself, but an important Viscount was always a busy one. You were lucky if he came home before you slept to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight. This was the exact reason he saw fit to allow Chris, a polite boy only barely younger than you, to keep you company and care for you in your father’s absence.

Growing older, the lack of your father in your life bothered you less and less.. You loved your father, yes, but you loved the freedom more. The freedom to invite friends over, wander about the palace gardens, play with the little budgies tweeting out and about near the sweet-looking foxglove plants. 

You sat in your velvet chair, in front of your mirror. By each side of the mirror were small pots of roses, red and white, gifted to you by your lovely housekeeper.

“My lady,” he asked, a wry smile on his bright face, “how would you like your hair done today?”

“Christopher,” you smiled, reaching behind you with a free hand to playfully punch him in the stomach, “I told you, you can speak quite casually with me. It’s just the two of us.” He felt a sharp jolt in his chest as those words left your mouth, soft and laced with sugar. I wish.

“My bad, I forget sometimes. But, answer the question, my lady.”

You met his eyes in the mirror, noticing the way he thumbed your bright, round pearls that lay lax against his neck. It was a shame he had those pesky, white gloves on, though, you couldn’t see his hands. Those beautiful hands. It was frankly quite embarrassing. Was it bad you were obsessed with them? Probably. But did that stop how you felt about them? Nope.

“Do it however you wish, Christopher. Your choice, today.” Should you say it, or not? “Take the gloves off… it feels nicer when they’re not on.”

Tilting his head slightly in confusion, his hands fell to his side. After carefully taking off his housekeeper’s gloves, he laid them neatly on your dresser. “Why is that?”

“Does everything need an explanation?” you shot back playfully, allowing a loud giggle to escape from your mouth. He smiled again, looking at your lips, then meeting your eyes again. 

“No, I guess it doesn’t.” I’d appreciate one, though. He carefully considered your proposition, running through his mental register of possible hairstyles for you. “What if I did a crown braid?” he asked, loosely fiddling with the ends of your hair, “You’d look beautiful with one.”

“Am I not beautiful as is?” you asked, innocently batting your eyelashes, hoping to illicit a reaction from him. Questions like these always made him a blushing, apologetic mess, his ears turning bright red and hands shivering just a little. Teasing him was fun, and being teased by him was great. Nowadays, it seemed as though the latter was getting to him more. 

“No, no, no, no, no!” he quickly rambled, salvaging his poor word choice, “No. You’re beautiful regardless. You always… you’re like the colour yellow.”

Your face fell, unsure of how to interpret that. Yellow was a colour you neither hated nor loved. “What do you mean by that?” you asked, relaxing a little into your seat as his fingers slowly ran through and parted your soft hair, your eyes never left the reflection of him on the mirror in front of you.

“Yellow is…” Christopher contemplated his answer for a moment, trying his best to not be too provocative, but say enough to speak his truth. You would have to get how he was feeling one way or another. “Yellow is attention-grabbing. Every eye, man or woman, looks at you whenever you enter a room. You give people energy, life, like the sun that wakes us up in the mornings. You’re— you’re warm. Warm and lovely.”

Your eyes left his, staring into your lap as you picked up a glove of his to gently feel the fabric between your fingers. You felt his hands falter for an impossible moment as he breathed sharply. Before you could even register it, the words left your mouth, “I made the right choice, having you as my only company.”

Gently tugging a small section of hair by your head, he continued braiding it. “I appreciate the flattery, but I’m sure there’s a lot of people you would rather be with.”

You shook your head slightly, meeting his eyes again, then looking down at the large, pink pearls of yours that he wore around his neck. “You would be surprised, Christopher.”

He tied your hair in itself behind your head, before spraying a small amount of hairspray by the rest of your hair which was left down. You were confused for a moment as he left the room, but he promptly returned, holding flowers in his hands. They were little things, really. A few daisies, violas, lavenders. He pinned them into the little crown pleat behind your head, occasionally savouring the sweet scent of them. 

The grandfather clock hit six, his usual signal to remove the pearls off his neck and place them gently around yours. They always seemed to suit you, no matter the day or outfit, whether you wore a blue dress or an orange one. The perfect accessory that completed you, the accessory that Christopher felt always left a part of him with you. It was his heat that seeped from those stones into your neck and chest—no one else’s. Even if he could never have you, he was alright living with the idea that he was the keeper of your favourite item in the world.

***

“I am quite sorry, my lady, but my head is in a lot of pain right now. Would you allow me to retreat to my chamber and rest for a little while? I am sorry to ask—I really was trying not to, but it is quite debilitating.”

Christopher stood respectfully in front of you, his fingers interlocked with one another. He looked dashing—a tight white shirt and dark waistcoat certainly did him justice. It wasn’t typical for young, twenty-two-year-old housekeepers to be dressed so extravagantly, let alone remain close to a Viscountess during a ball, but in all realness, nothing about your life was normal.

“Absolutely no worries, Christopher. Please rest. If you would like anything to eat or drink, feel free to take whatever you wish. There are some herbal teas in my storage cellar, they may help.” 

He bowed his head a little, before flashing a small smile to the men you were speaking to, and walked off. 

You were always good to him. Sometimes, so kind that he began to feel that he was your equal, not your housekeeper. Well, that was too far. But, regardless, it was hope-instilling to think about.

Listening to the violin quartet playing for the ball outside, he removed his clothes, he slipped into a pair of shorts, then into his bed. Nothing felt too wrong, it was just a really bad headache, one that could easily be slept off. 

For some reason, Christopher was unable to sleep. 

He tossed and turned in his sheets, flipping the pillow, changing positions, bringing the duvet down so as to leave his chest exposed to the cool air, but no changes could bring the poor guy some relief. 

If only you were in his bed, the lonely, cold attic bed which was desolate of warmth and love for countless years. He had slept there, every night, without fail, for fifteen years—only a few times had you come up and kept him company. You always seemed to prefer it when he came to your living quarters. 

He had imagined you under the sheets with him an innumerable number of times—limbs tangled, foreheads pressed together, breathing heavily. God, the things he wanted to do with you. It didn’t even have to be sexual. Running his fingers through your hair as you sat on his lap… holding your face and giving you little kisses just about everywhere, going for night walks in your infinitely large garden, surrounded by numerous creatures and critters. He wanted you. 

There was no way you didn’t think about it too—what were all of those snarky, suggestive comments for? You were so blunt with him, such a beautiful lunatic, a massive flirt. That time you ate breakfast made by him, and you groaned, throwing your head back and saying the food was so good you could’ve had an orgasm. Really? No other woman he knew was so sharp. Or, that time you said you lost your favourite bra, and maybe he should hold your tits up for you. Well, you had immediately taken that back with a giggle, clarifying it was a joke, but what you didn’t know was that it was the subject of his dreams for weeks on end. Those pretty tits… how would it feel to—

Enough, Christopher. She’s the viscountess, not yours. 

***

Christopher dusted your shoulders with a rabbit’s foot, gently lifting your hair to allow him access to the nape of your neck, before dusting that too. You watched his every move, his hands, the path his eyes took, in your mirror. For a moment, you could’ve sworn you saw him draw in a breath and part those soft, red lips as though he were to speak, but quickly stopped himself, continuing his work.

You decided not to point it out. Part of you was still reeling on his words earlier. Being compared to the colour yellow was quite literally the most beautiful thing you’d ever been told. It was so unexpected, part of you wanted to sob, and another part of you wanted to push him onto your bed and kiss him. 

That was inappropriate. But, really, what was stopping you? Your father probably would have no issue with it… you were his only child, and if you tried hard enough, you’d be able to get what you wanted. Did it matter to you that he was not a member of the nobility? No, not really. The only thing stopping you was him—or, rather, the possibility of rejection. 

Every single time his fingertips brushed your neck, you found yourself drifting away, imagining it was his lips, kissing your neck and cheeks and ears. It was times like this that left you feeling barren and desperate for pleasure, friction, for a touch. Ideally, it would’ve been him touching you, but getting to that stage was totally out of the question. 

It always came to you having to retreat to your bedroom at night, pulling off your clothes, hand drifting down between your legs to touch yourself, getting the release you were so desperate for. You always had to be quiet—Christopher was just across the corridor, as usual, ready to be there to help you if needed. The thought of him hearing your little moans and the sinful noises from your actions was too much, and you were not willing to risk it. 

You breathed as he undid the braids on your hair, which had grown slightly messy from the night’s ball. The flowers in your hair began to wilt a little, presumably from the heat of the ballroom—the dancing and constant socialising had that sort of effect on the temperature. He took the flowers out, setting them down carefully, letting your hair come loose. 

He smiled.

“Christopher—” you blurted out suddenly, stopping yourself. “Do you mind if I keep you company tonight? You always stay with me, in my room, talking to me, I haven’t done that for you in a long time.” You chuckled wryly. “I almost forgot what it looks like up there. But would you like that, Christopher? Would you?”

Eyes meeting yours through the reflection, his hands settled on your shoulders. “I’d love that.” 

***

“Undress me.”

Christopher, taken aback, faltered, raising an eyebrow at you. “You what?”

“Undress me. This dress is uncomfortable and I want to change into something else. What clothes do you have?”

He frowned. This was too good. Too good to be true. “My lady, shouldn’t you be able to undress yourself? What happened to your clothes, why do you want mine?” Should’ve accepted it, Christopher. Seeing you in his shirts, his trousers… he’d go mad.

You coughed. “Do you not remember? You put this corset on for me this morning. I can’t undo it, it’s hard to reach.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy about possibly seeing me bare.”

“Well— when you put it like that—” he grumbled, taking ahold of your shoulders to spin you around. With a featherlight touch, he set himself on to work on undoing his careful knots around your waist, and once he successfully pulled it through, undid it entirely, loosening the corset’s hold on you. He turned away. “Okay, you can undress yourself now.” 

He heard your little chuckle at his sudden shyness. You walked to his bathroom, locking yourself in to undress.

Christopher could imagine every movement in his head, sliding the dress down, over your waist, off your legs, walking around in his bathroom, almost naked; picking up a body lotion, scooping some onto your fingers, spreading it innocently, quietly, onto your legs, arms, torso, chest, neck. 

Before long, you walked out, towel covering your torso and a little bit of your thighs. He was praying you didn’t bend over, if he saw the swell of your ass, he knew right then and there he’d just pass out. “Clothes?” you asked innocently, hand extended out to him. He stared for a moment at the palm of your hand before he rushed over to his wardrobe to find something, anything for you, before he did something he’d regret from seeing your bare self any longer. 

He threw the two most random articles of clothing at you, something dark and something white, and remained turned away from you as you changed into them. 

“Ta-da!” you exclaimed excitedly, looking at him before throwing the towel onto his bed. You wore nothing but an extremely large t-shirt and very short boxers. This was different from the version of you he was used to. He knew more of the elegant, ball-throwing, flower-picking, animal-loving you, and nothing about the calmer, domestic, cosy you, dressed in his clothes, fascinated by the subtle smell of him all over you. It was enough to make him practically lose his shit. 

***

The only time the pearls were not worn was at night. You’d get Christopher to take them off for you, and reach for the case, carefully placing it inside and leaving the case in your dresser drawer. 

This time, you had placed it carefully on his desk, and he couldn’t sleep because of that. There you were, peacefully sleeping on his bed, curled up in his sheets, that smelled like him, basking in his air, completely unaware of the mental turmoil he was in. 

Even as he lay awake, he knew those pearls, those damned pearls, the ones you never allowed him to wear in public, the rare pearls, were cooling where they lay, in the room where you both slept. He felt their absence from his neck and burned. 

***

The palace, for once, was extremely busy. In all cases, you, Christopher and your father lived a relatively calm and peaceful life inside the palace, but this was an extremely important occasion, and you were on your toes organising everything.

Queen Elizabeth I had specifically written to you a few weeks ago, requesting your skill in ball-planning. The previous year, in September of 1580, a famous privateer under Elizabeth had returned from his voyages, and she was so impressed by his work towards the Crown she intended on knighting him. Since your palace was the one which overlooked the harbour in which his journey ended, it was you who was chosen to host this event.

And it was massive. Not only would the Queen be in attendance, Prince Hyunjin of Switzerland was tagging along with her, and the Earls of Northumberland and Westmorland, Changbin and Felix, were expected to come. Along with that, the Duchess of Wales and her son, Minho, were rumoured to be coming too, on the premise that he had his eyes set on you. You already knew nothing would come of that, but it sure would make the evening more interesting.

“My lady, is there anything I can do to help you?” Christopher asked you, standing behind you as he looked at you through the mirror in front of you both, the same way he always did.

It was a pretty stressful day—the Queen’s courtiers had all be sent around to your palace, tasked with helping you, whether it was picking up items from the florist, setting out the tables, making food. The cooks were especially hard at work, often sending one to come to you to try something, asking for approval.

You stared at the pearls laid out on your table. You wanted him to wear them, of course, as always. “I bid you, wear my pearls,” you requested, “warm them, until six, when you brush my hair.” 

He nodded in consideration, absentmindedly thumbing your hair. “Yes, my lady, of course, but that goes without saying. Anything else?  By that I’m referring to cleaning, moving tables around, getting the flowers—”

“No, don’t you worry. I want you to be nice and relaxed, and ready for the ball this evening. As much as I hate to say it, I can’t allow you to retreat this time, and I know all of the talking makes you feel ill. Since the Queen is here, she expects me chaperoned by someone the whole evening, and it will arouse suspicions if you aren’t around.” You stood up, carefully passing the pearl necklace to him so he could put it on, as usual. He took it gracefully, the same way he always did. “You work so hard, Christopher, just listen to me when I tell you to just relax a little.”

“I know, I know,” he said, sounding slightly deflated, “it’s just hard, I don’t know. I’m used to being there for you, every second of the day. I hate the idea of, you know… how do I describe it? I do everything for you, and I like doing that, it’s just weird to… not do it.” His fingers detached from your hair, and you felt almost empty without them there. 

You smiled at his words. He really is perfect. “Don’t you worry, Christopher. I’ve got everything covered.”

***

You looked absolutely stunning in that yellow dress. It was a special request of the Dressmaker in town, so when a courtier picked it up and gave it to you, your joy was quite visible. And, as usual, the pearls fitted it perfectly, too. Grinning, you breathed, picking up the faint, persistent scent of him underneath your French perfume. 

Christopher stood by you, looking way too elegant in his dark suit and waistcoat, topped by a long trench coat. You had chosen that outfit for him, simply because you felt like it, and he had no issue listening to your whims—after all, he was your housekeeper.

The both of you heard music blaring outside from through the window, the same violin quartet you always hired out for your ball parties. The guest announcer was also heard, loudly saying who had arrived through the mic. “Francis Drake!”

Your cue to enter was right after the Duchess of Wales and Lord Minho arrived, since they were the last right before Queen Elizabeth, who was to be the last to arrive. The star of the show, really.

Before long, you heard the expected words. “Her Grace, the Duchess of Wales, and His Grace, Lord Minho!” You made your way out through your palace’s front room, opening the door, with Christopher behind you to your right. The violin quartet turned to face you as they played, with the ball guests turning to you as well, respectfully bowing their heads to their host. “Viscountess [y/n] and Mr. Christopher Bang!” 

As you reached the bottom of the steps, you smiled at those curtseying to you nearby. Before you decided to make your way around, you decided to greet everyone. “It is a pleasure to be able to host all of you on this fine evening. No, please, please, raise your heads. I hope you are all quite well. My father, the Viscount, should be in attendance later this evening, so if there is anything you wish to speak to him about, feel free to ask me or Mr. Bang, my housekeeper. Please make yourselves comfortable, and if anything is lacking, please go to Mr. Bang, he will help you. Okay, back to your own!”

Everyone turned back, returning to their own conversations, before you came across the Duchess of Wales and Lord Minho. You quickly recognised her as the woman who had looked after Christopher before you took him in—you just had to bring him over. You rushed over, carefully holding up your dress so as to not trip over, and ushered him over in your direction. His face lit up upon seeing the woman, bowing his head. “Your Grace! I did not realise you arose to the position of Duchess, the last I remember of you was your nineteen-year-old self, learning French.”

“A lot changes in fifteen years, Christopher. You certainly have become a handsome young man. How old are you now? Twenty-two? Do you intend on marrying soon?” the Duchess asked eagerly, taking a tentative sip of her tea. Before you could even react to her words, Lord Minho, having stepped aside, grabbed your attention. You weren’t really intending on entertaining his hopes of marrying you, but it only made sense to talk to him regardless. He linked his arm in yours, and whisked you away into the crowd.

As for answering the Duchess’ question, how could he respond to that? He couldn’t say he was absolutely infatuated with you, had eyes for no other woman but you, since he was merely your housekeeper, not a Baron, Viscount, Earl, Duke, Prince, anyone you would want to marry. 

Slight suspicions had arisen among the town that you and Christopher had some form of secret courtship following your eighteenth birthday, since he was the only person you lived with, walked with, the one you talked to most. While you refused to speak on those rumours, no news of marriage had followed in the five years following, so ideas of any relationship between you and Christopher had quickly died.

“I do not intend on marrying yet, no,” Christopher answered, nodding solemnly at the Duchess, “I have not really gone looking for suitors. I intend on remaining the Viscountess’ assistant and housekeeper for the foreseeable future.” That was only partly a lie. He did want to be by your side forever, whether or not that was as a married couple. 

“My… my niece would love you,” she said, “she is nineteen. Looking for a suitor just like you. I may have her sent over here to meet you, if you are interested. By the looks of it, though, you are not. Do not worry, if so.” 

“I appreciate the offer, Your Grace, but I will decline.” He smiled politely, and she smiled in return, acknowledging her words.

The Duchess looked off into the distance, finding you and her son dancing the Waltz, in a ring of other pairs of young men and women. Minho was certainly taller than you, but Christopher knew he was taller. If only it were him you danced with, he’d hold your hand ever so gently, hold your waist ever so carefully, stare into your eyes since you were close, oh so close—

“I wonder if Minho will be the one she gives the pearls to,” the Duchess said, frowning in thought before taking another gracious sip. 

Christopher froze. What? “I beg your pardon, what does that mean?”

“You do not know?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “You have worked here for fifteen years. Surely you are aware of the significance of the pearls around the Viscountess’ neck.” 

His grip tightened on his teacup. “I do not understand.”

“That necklace,” she started, “has been passed down between her family for… no one knows how many generations. It is made of the largest pearls ever found in the world—some from Spain, from the Netherlands, from India. They’re special pearls. They’re known to somehow take on scents around them, and it works like a perfume—you wear it, you can smell whatever it was near earlier.” 

The Duchess sipped her tea, savouring the sweet taste for a few painfully long moments. “It is given to the eldest daughter of her bloodline on her sixteenth birthday. Once she marries, she gives the necklace to her husband as a token of their love, and it is his. Then, once they have a daughter, the necklace is passed onto her, on her sixteenth birthday. The only people who ever wear the necklace are the daughter to which it belongs, and the man she intends on marrying. No one else.” 

Christopher turned, looking at you as you spoke to Lord Minho. You politely curtseyed as a goodbye, before looking around through all of the faces, finally finding his face and smiling wide. You flashed him a quick thumbs-up before returning to him, so he could be by your side for the evening as he was supposed to be.

Was that the reason you never let him wear it out? The reason you asked him to ‘warm’ the pearls—did you just want to carry a part of him around with you? Did you want to marry him? Was this a subtle sign you had left, waiting to be discovered by him? 

You returned, smiling. “I think Viscount Seungmin wishes to speak to us both, something to do with my father. Come on, Mr. Bang.”

Christopher swallowed, glancing at the milky stones around your bare neck. Putting on a smile, he followed you, ready for whatever you brought to him.

***

“Undress me.” 

The ball had ended, hours ago, with the final helping courtiers leaving at around two in the morning. Neither of you were sleepy, in fact, quite awake from the day’s events. 

Instead of arguing with you today, he simply undid your corset and turned around, so you could undress yourself. Expecting to hear the usual shuffling of your hands taking the dress off, everything was silent, save for the quiet chirping of a little budgie outside the window. 

“I want you to undress me,” you whispered softly, turning to face his back. Stepping forward, you clasped both arms around his waist, fiddling with the hem of his waistcoat. 

Christopher froze. “You what?” He took your hands off his waist and turned to face you; there was practically no space between your bodies. 

“You finally know, don’t you? About the necklace.” 

He struggled to meet your eyes. You leaned in a little, forcing him to finally look at you, and you took his hands, placing them on the small of your back, encouraging the suddenly shy man to take the corset off for you. 

You were so close to each other, your noses sometimes brushed, and you could feel the heat of his cheeks radiating onto your face. 

“I can’t… you deserve someone important with more money and more to offer than I. I’m your housekeeper, nothing more.” His voice was hoarse and quivering slightly, tears forming in his eyes. “I can’t have you.”

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek, thumb stroking it slowly. Your gaze flitted back and forth from his eyes to his lips. “Yes, yes you can. I’m yours. I always have been.” 

Christopher had nothing to respond with, until a lone tear fell down his cheek. You caught it with your thumb and rubbed it off. “Don’t cry, Chris. Please don’t cry.” He closed his eyes, relishing in hearing you say his name like that.

“You torture me,” he breathed, placing his hand on top of yours, feeling the slight wetness of his tear on your fingers. 

You swallowed. “I do?”

“You’re destroying me.”

Before either of you could register the feeling, your lips were on each other, a slow and affectionate kiss. He pulled away slowly, knowing he couldn’t, he shouldn’t. “I can’t,” he murmured, before leaning in again to kiss you. 

“We can’t.” Kiss. “We shouldn’t.” Kiss. “I should stop.” He slipped your corset off. “Fuck, we just—” you unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. “I want you.” You manoeuvred him over to the edge of your bed, sitting him down on it. “We can’t, we really can’t,” he muttered, unattentive to his own words, pushing your dress sleeves down your arms, leaving you increasingly exposed by the second. The skirt came off in just a few moments, before you climbed on top of him, laying him down under you. 

You shut the curtains of your queen-sized bed, leaving you both practically bare, warm and hungry in a tiny little world of your own. Holding your shoulders, Christopher pulled you under him, using his eyes to devour every single part of you; your perfect face, lips, thighs. His strong, muscly arms hugged your neck, bringing your faces so close there was not even room for a coin to slip in between. 

You gently flicked a dark curl out of his eye, other hand roaming his back. “Just tell me to stop, and I will. I know I shouldn’t. I know. You’re just so pretty. I can’t help it. I can’t help wanting you.” He kissed you over and over, little miniscule pecks to your lips and cheeks, eventually travelling down to your neck.

He picked up everything about you. If anything, he couldn’t let it leave his memory—it could be the only time he’d have you like this, so naked, so bare, so gorgeous. He caught the way your breathing uncontrollably sped up, the way you sighed every time his lips lingered a little longer. 

As he kissed you, you held his neck and hair, and spoke. “The number of times… the number of times I dreamt of you, touching me, all over, kissing me, doing anything and everything to me. But, we couldn’t do that, no we couldn’t, so I lay in this very bed so I could touch the desire out of myself. I thought I’d never feel you on top of me. I cried about it, Chris, I wanted you more than anything. I still want you more than anything, anything in the world that anyone could offer me. No one could ever give me more than what you have, Chris, your perfect smile, your perfect face, your perfect laugh. You are everything to me.”

“You’re so alluring, my love, I hope you know that,” Chris whispered, the shake in his voice still very much there, “you’re way too good to be true. I hate how I’ve went seven years without realising. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” you said, pulling him up face-to-face again, as one hand rested on your waist, the other toying with your tit, thumb rubbing back and forth on your perky nipples. “Just make it up to me. Please. Don’t stop, don’t you dare. You can have me. Fuck me. Do whatever—I want to feel you inside. Of me.”

“I really shouldn’t.” He closed his eyes, but regardless, couldn’t help himself, feeling your body all over, the smooth curves, the soft skin, your perfect thighs. Chris leaned back a little, shifting down the bed a little, laying on his stomach. He spread your legs, faced by your soaked pussy, and wasted no time in attaching mouth to your clit, wanting nothing more than to be able to taste you on his tongue. And that, he did. He smiled into you as you tugged his hair with one free hand, the other gripping the sheets eagerly. “I’m ending up in hell after this,” he muttered, pulling away for a second, but quickly continued after you whined at the loss of contact. 

“I’m going straight down there with you, you know that,” you gasped as his hand grabbed your thigh with an iron grip. “We were condemned to hell, long, long ago.”

“Glad we’re on the same page,” he chuckled, licking and sucking on your clit like a man starved. Technically, he was. The moment a loud whine left your mouth, he felt his heart leap, tears somehow forming in his eyes again. You were whining and breathing so loud because of him. He was your first, the first and hopefully only man to be able to taste you, to kiss you, to touch you the way he was.

“Please, please, just fuck me, please!” you groaned, writhing, unable to stay still.

“You want me—” he tightened his grip on your thigh, “to fuck you?” His tongue flicked your clit over and over. “Say—” he smiled as you mewled, “say it louder, my love.” 

“Don’t make me beg, Chris— fuck! Please, just do it, I want to feel you, I want you. Please.” 

You were glad it was just you and Chris in the palace. You were sure your whining could’ve been heard from the other side of the gardens. Did you even care? No, not really. It wasn’t even embarrassing. You were finally getting what you longed for. That was something worth savouring.

Content with your response, he sat up, pulling off his trousers with haste, palming his dick for a moment before looking at you. “Do you want this? Fucking hell, I’m never going to be able to sit still again. I’ll stop. Say the words right now and I’ll stop.” 

“Never, Chris, never.” You swallowed, bringing him closer to you, hands grasping his shoulders as he spread your legs wider, lining his cock up to your hole. With a deep breath out, he pushed himself inside of you, bottoming out pretty quickly, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. 

“I’ve thought about this way too much. That time you asked me to undress you a while back, and you walked into my room with a towel covering you—part of me just wanted to bend you over my bed and fuck the lights out of you. Did you know that? Did you? Or the time you turned around and took your bra off… I couldn’t help imagine what it would look like if you were naked like that, bouncing on my dick, the way your pretty tits would move. I got off to that thought so, so many times.” It’s a fucked-up compliment, but it’s one that makes your heart skip a beat, groaning, eyes closed in pleasure from feeling him inside of you. You felt so… so damn full, you had no clue how you’d be able to live once he took himself out of you. 

“You did?” you moaned lewdly as he began to push and pull his cock in and out of you. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, getting lost in it all—him on top of you, in you, all over you. 

Chris hummed in response. “Of course I fucking did.” He couldn’t help but look at your tits, the way they bounced a little every time he thrust into you. That was a sigh for sore eyes. “Shit, you’re so pretty.” You pulled on the pearls hanging off his neck, just needing to grasp onto you something, unable to sit still. 

“You feel even better than I imagined,” you blurted, shaky, “so much better. Fuck! Chris!” You moaned as you felt his thumb attach to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. That was when it all became so wonderfully unbearable; you threw your head back, unable to control the licentious moans escaping your lips, grabbing the necklace you were sure it could break. 

He couldn’t help but groan at the sight in front of him. You, so beautiful, so accepting, so… hot. You, the pretty girl he loved, taking his dick so well. You, making unintelligible sounds because of him. “I can’t leave you alone, not after this. I’m gonna have to fuck you, over and over, fuck it all out of my system. Would you want that, too? Want my dick?”

“That goes without saying, my Christopher. I’d take your dick all day long, if I could.” 

He leaned down on to one elbow, continuing to fuck into you, knowing the feeling of being in you would never get old—never. 

Hearing your moans grow more frequent and increasingly louder, Chris knew, right there, that you were close to coming. Your fingernails dug in so hard he was sure they’d draw blood, but that didn’t matter, not at all. All he wanted was to see you finish, finally fulfil that age-old fantasy of making you come. He was close. So, so painfully close.

“Oh, fuck…” you moaned, arching your back and bucking your hips into his, “fuck, Chris! I can’t, I can’t, fuck, oh, fuck, you feel so good!” A tear escaped the corner of your eyelid as you gasped, feeling your pussy contract on his dick, squeezing him. Your orgasm washed over you like a wave on the ocean, sparks of fiery ecstasy taking over your body. He kissed you, over and over, dragging out your high for as long as he could muster, eventually taking his thumb off your clit and holding your waist in place. “Give it to me, Chris, please,” you whispered, staring into his eyes before kissing him back.

“I can’t do that, my love, not until you’re married, at least,” he shook his head, moaning; he was so close, so fucking close, but he didn’t want to pull away. It all felt so natural, you around him, under him.

“Until we’re married,” you corrected, holding his face. “I’ll finish you.” With one more kiss, he pulled out of you, letting out a guttural growl at the loss of warmth. You climbed on top of him, laying him down, legs still shaky from your orgasm. Your hand securely grasped his cock, jerking it repeatedly, making sure to keep up a pace faster than he had fucked you. Your thumb breezed over his tip as you sat on his thighs. 

Chris held your face with both hands, unable to get over the sight of you naked, red-faced, on top of him, hand getting him off, so deliciously close. “I’m so close, pretty girl, I’m so close. Just like that.” He moaned again, closing his eyes, and without warning, came, hot spurts of cum landing all over you, right from your tits down to your waist. You kept jerking him off until it became too much and he sat up, kissing your lips over and over, touching your tits again. That’d never get old. 

You pulled away, eyes fluttering open, heart beginning to calm down. He looked you up and down, smiling sheepishly. “Ah, I didn’t realise, I, uh, came all over you. Let me get something to clean you off with.” He pecked your cheek and got up, but cowered slightly, beginning to feel shy from how exposed he was. 

“You just fucked me into the sheets, and now you’re getting shy?” you teased, playfully flicking Chris’ abs, “Maybe I need to fuck the humbleness out of you.”

“Oh, please,” he chuckled, “please do.” Chris left the room for a moment, going to your dresser to pull out a random piece of cloth to wipe his cum off of you.

He returned, sitting up in front of you, wiping your torso off with a featherlight touch. Chris met your eyes for a second, catching the puzzling look in your eyes, something he was completely unable to decipher.

“You look like you’ve something to say,” he asked, grinning, before getting up to throw the cloth away. 

You watched as he came back to your bed, and you lay down, inviting him to lay beside you. He intertwined your legs, leaning his forehead into yours, hands holding your waist.

Fingering the pearls still around his neck, you looked up at him. 

“Keep the pearls, my dear Chris. You’re the one I want.”

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Stray Kids x Videogames

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Bangchan: He's always letting you win, no matter the game, he doesn't want to let you down, ever. Always hugs you while playing. Supports you even tho you failed many times, we all did somewhere somehow. I think he likes Goat Simulator.

Minho: Knows every cheat, making you fail on purpose. If you ever win in anything, he does his bold expressions on you and tries to make dumb excuses why did he lose, always in sarcasm, its boring, in a fun way.

Changbin: Food and hugs before anything, fair games, chooses something easy for you. Doesn't mind losing as long as you are satisfied and have fun.

Hyunjin: Judges other players based on their skills, usually ignores the surroundings being 100% focused on the game. Treats you with neck kisses after.

Han: Loves videogames, especially racing ones, makes jokes and it's so much fun playing with him. I feel like he tryhards everything tbh.

Felix: League of legends kind of games, copies your style of playing (holding controller etc.) Doesn't mind failing, always a chance to win other time. Sometimes gets too silly.

Seungmin: He is generally good at anything (action, strategy, horror..) Learns you many new strategies. Lets you choose the game to play and does everything seriously.

Jeongin: Usually plays the 'chill' games (Animal Crossing, Kirby, Minecraft...). But sometimes just wants to play some action combats or brutal horror games out of nowhere, you never know what to think about him. I think he is the one to be choosing a game first. Uses alot of sarcasm in a fun way.

-Mango

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TITLE TRACK: DARK NIGHTS BRING EVEN DARKER THOUGHTS

i. changbin x reader

ii. halloween themes kinda but not really, angst, mentions of insecurities, anxiety, changbin is an angel, this is a mess and a sad one, angst with a good ending

The month of October was always one that you had looked forward to as a child. You spent your youth in costumes more than you did your own clothes and as you grew older you fell in love with scary movie nights and haunted houses. However, there was one thing that you had always missed out on and that was the celebrations surrounding the holiday. Or more specifically the parties.

Parties were never really your thing. You had gone your entire college career without ever attending one. In truth, you had feared you were missing out when declining an invitation—later sitting around and thinking about what a nice time you would have had if you had just gone out of your comfort zone a little and "loosened up" as your friends would say. However, the next morning those said friends would be sporting nasty hangovers and moaning about embarrassing pictures of them online. It's in those moments that the fog clears and that you think maybe missing out was worth it.

That was until you had met Seo Changbin.

He had introduced you to a lot of your firsts, parties being one of them. Changbin had taken you on plenty adventures that had you wishing you would have done certain things sooner. But maybe some things were only worth experiencing because you had Changbin by your side.

You weren’t really sure why he had been attracted to you in the first place. When it came to him, your reasoning was simple. He was kind, caring, emotionally vulnerable, had a laugh that cured any bit of sadness you felt and was extremely cute. However, you always drew a blank when it came to yourself—never really understanding why out of everyone that you were the one he wanted to be with.

The two of you stood on complete opposite spectrums. Changbin was loud and outgoing and you were quiet and reserved. He liked to party and drink and let loose every now and again whereas you opted to stay in and cuddle under the blankets while watching a film. You felt so dull in comparison to him.

Not only that but you were extremely insecure.

It wasn't something that you liked about yourself but it was something you had tried and sometimes failed to cope with during your life. There were parts of yourself that you hated and that you tried very hard to hide in your relationship out of fear that if Changbin saw you for you, he'd wake up from the dream you convinced yourself he was in.

Your insecurities kept you from being truly honest with the man you loved. You had been deeply hurt in the past, so much so that anytime you tried to give someone a chance and push your insecurities aside, they ended up hurting you anyway. From your childhood to your early 20s, lying, cheating, and betrayal were all things that had been a constant in your life. It was hard to really think that anyone could be loyal to you when you knew there were better options out there.

Experiences had taught you that.

Changbin had caught on quick to your intrusive thoughts. Although he didn't exactly understand he never pushed. Instead of getting upset with you he tried his best to understand from your perspective. He didn't know a lot in great detail but he knew you had been hurt and that had made it hard for you to trust people and their intentions towards you.

You knew it wasn't easy being with you, but Changbin had never once complained.

He knew the things that distressed you without having to ask. Whenever Changbin got invited to a party, he would also invite you. When his friends were going bar hopping, he invited you. He always invited you because he thought it would ease your mind. No matter how innocent the intentions were behind the invitation, you felt like you were keeping a leash on him by tagging along all the time. You didn’t want to be the clingy partner that wouldn’t let their boyfriend go out and party with his friends without you having to constantly be there.

Changbin gets invited to a Halloween party and you consider going but you end up staying home that evening. When Changbin emerges in his costume you can���t help but to let those intrusive thoughts take over once more.

He's gorgeous even as a zombie and undeniably so.

What if he finds someone better tonight? What if he realizes being with you is suffocating? No one wants a partner that’s always so insecure about their relationship. What if he—

“Bun?”

The name pulls you out of your thoughts, your gaze settling on Changbin where he watches you with a raised brow from the doorway.

"Sorry I was just—."

But you don't have to say anything, Changbin already knows. You don’t finish your sentence, only curling further into yourself as you meekly tell him to have a good time.

“I don’t have to go Y/n. I can stay here and we can cuddle and watch movies,” he suggests, and one look at him tells you he means it.

You shake your head giving him a small smile.

“You’ve been looking forward to this Bin. Go and have fun. I’ll be okay I promise.”

You say the last part more to yourself than you do to him.

You really really wish you weren’t like this.

He knows you've been trying, even going to therapy for it to which he happily drives you to and asks you about when he picks you up. He's invested because he wants you to know that he means it—that he really loves you and wants to be with you.

Now if only you could convince the part of yourself that doubts it all.

Changbin makes his way over to the couch, arms encasing your curled up frame as he leans down, capturing your lips into a kiss. One of his hands finds your cheek, thumb gently caressing against your skin as he pulls back slightly.

“If you need me just call me and I’ll come right back," he hums against your lips before pressing another kiss to them.

His kisses trail from your lips, pressing little kisses across your cheeks and forehead until you are giggling and pushing at him to stop.

A soft laugh leaves him, eyes gleaming as he looks down at you and your heart flutters.

“There’s my pretty smile.”

Your cheeks heat as he stands, a fond look settling upon his features as he gazes down at you.

“I love you Y/n.”

“I love you Binnie.”

You watch him slip his shoes on and grab his keys before making his way to the door.

“I’m one call away baby,” he smiles before blowing you an exaggerated kiss and making his way out the door.

You sigh, a soft smile on your face as you slump against the cushions of the couch—turning your attention back to the forgotten film playing on the TV.

It was late into the early morning hours now and Changbin was due to be back hours ago. Of course you let the first hour slide because knowing Changbin he was having the time of his life but then another hour passed and then another.

‘Just one call away.’

That wasn’t true.

You were shaking now. Your calls and messages had gone unread and unanswered. The thought of calling one of Changbin’s friends had crossed your mind but before you could your phone pinged next to you. Your heart raced as you reached for it, frowning slightly when realized it wasn't Changbin.

Hyunjin

hey y/n i’m sorry to bother you so late but i thought i should let you know

His message ends there and your heart sinks.

You chew nervously at your nails as you wait, wincing as you get too close to the bed.

The three dots pop up and then they disappear and then they pop up again.

There are tears in your eyes now, awaiting whatever Hyunjin has to say. You think this is it. Changbin’s found someone better and Hyunjin’s being a good friend and letting you know. The tightness in your chest has you wanting to vomit.

Then your phone pings.

Hyunjin

your dumbass bf is wasted off his ass and broke his phone 🙄 he's been whining for you

You jump as your phone rings not a second later.

“H-Hello,” your voice shakes.

“Changbin come on let’s go—.”

“No I’m not going anywhere,” you hear your boyfriend whine.

“Want Y/n, don’t want go anywhere with you.”

“Just let me take you to her!”

“No want Y/n.”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at the tears that have begun to fall. You feel the tension leave your shoulders, the relief instantly settling upon you.

“Y/n,” this time your name comes from a clearly tired and frustrated Hyunjin.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be there just send me the address.”

When you arrive at the house party you instantly spot your boyfriend. He’s slumped on the front steps, eyes closed as a pout adorns his lips. Hyunjin is trying to remove the skeleton he's currently cuddling but he keeps smacking at blonde's hand. You can hear Changbin's whine grow louder as you approach the two.

"No touching! Only Y/n is allowed to touch Binnie," he slurs.

You giggle as you stop a few feet in front of them, watching as Changbin's eyes finally peak open at the sound.

"Y/n," he shouts pushing both the skeleton and Hyunjin aside as he makes his way towards you.

He whines as he throws himself into your arms. A small grunt leaves you as you catch him, eyeing Hyunjin over the drunk man’s shoulder.

“Do you need help getting him in the car?”

You shake your head, “I should be fine. Thank you for calling me and for staying with him.”

Hyunjin nods, sending you a soft smile and a wave before making his way back inside.

“Come on Binnie let’s get you home.

Changbin hums as he nuzzles against your neck.

“Are you mad at Binnie?”

You sigh as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m not mad. I was just worried.”

Changbin pulls back then, wide bloodshot eyes dragging lazily over your face.

“You’ve been crying.”

You look away from him then, trying your best to maneuver him towards the car but he won’t budge.

“Bin come on let’s go—.”

“Did I make you cry again?"

Again?

You had always tried to hide your breakdowns from him because you never wanted to worry him. Had he known about them all along?

Changbin hangs his head at your silence.

“Didn't mean to hurt you," he sniffles.

"Binnie's sorry.”

You shake your head before wrapping your arms around him.

“You didn’t do anything Changbin. You aren’t the one hurting me okay?”

Changbin makes a noise but doesn’t say anything further and you don't know whether to be relieved or worried.

“Will you let me take you home now?”

Changbin remains silent but nods anyway, allowing you to lead him to the passengers side of the car.

Changbin’s phone is truly and utterly broken. You stare at it where it rests on the countertop, grimacing at the sight of the shattered screen.

Thought androids were supposed to be practically indestructible.

You hear shuffling from behind you, turning to find a freshly showered and much more sober Changbin. Gone is the fake blood and colored contacts. His eyes are heavy as they meets your gaze and it causes your stomach sink.

“I thought I could try to fix it but it seems hopeless,” you mumbled but Changbin and you both knew you weren’t only talking about the phone.

Strong arms enveloped your frame, his smell invading your senses.

“I’m so sorry.”

You both utter the words at the same time but Changbin speaks up before you can.

“I’m such an ass boyfriend,” Changbin mutters and the tone of his voice breaks your heart.

“This entire time I’ve been hurting you.”

You shake your head as you pull back to cup his cheeks.

“Changbin, you're not the one hurting me. You’ve done nothing wrong! I’m just—honestly I'm too insecure to be with you. It’s not fair to you.”

You drag your thumbs across his cheeks as a sad smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“I’m sure it’s tiring having me around.”

Changbin shakes his head, a dark look falling across his features that makes you shiver.

“It’s not tiring to be around you. I know I won't ever fully understand how or why you feel the things you do but I want to try Y/n,” he whispers as he inches closer to you.

“I don’t want you to face this alone anymore. I love you and nothing is going change that. I mean it Y/n. I know you hold things back from me and I know—," he lets out a shaky breath.

"I know a part of you believes I don’t love you and that you're scared that I'll leave you. But Y/n, no matter how you are feeling come to me, let me show you that I love you. Please don’t hide from me anymore Bun. Let me love every part of you, even the parts you hate the most."

A sob leaves your throat at that, leaning against his chest as you let yourself cry openly, wounds finally out in the open for him to see. You hear Changbin sniffle as your arms wrap around him.

They say time heals all wounds and that may be true, but at least you know you don't have to try to heal alone. Because you have someone that loves you—that wants to see the ugliest parts of you and learn to love them too.

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Movie Night

Han Jisung x thick female reader

Word count: 9.6k (yowza)

A/N: So, I wanted to write this story after the Chan's room comment on his last vlive. I was already working on a Jisung fic and when this idea hit me I HAD to rework the plot because I needed to write this. I hope people that relate to this story know that their worth is not based on their appearance or weight. Everyone has insecurities, fat, skinny, whatever. The content of your heart is what matters and how you treat others. I hope everyone always remembers that. I hope you enjoy reading and if you do, please leave a comment, like, reblog, shoot me an ask, I love the feedback! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Weight and body image issues are a big part of the plot in this fic, if that can be triggering for you, you might skip this one! Dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected piv sex (please don't do this, use protection), cream pie, overstimulation, cum eating, hella praise and pet names (baby, jagi etc), squirting, Jisung get a little possessive but not in a toxic way, mentioning of coming on breasts, mentioning of oral sex (m receiving) and coming in mouth. I think that's everything but if I ever miss a warning, please let me know and I'll add it immediately.

You and Jisung loved having movie nights together. The other guys enjoyed watching movies too but not the way you and Jisung did. You would over load on snacks and sugar and throw popcorn at each other or the screen when the main character of whatever film you were watching did something predictably stupid. It was forty percent watching the movie, sixty percent critiquing, and one hundred percent fun. You were a two-person episode of MST3K minus the robots. Movie nights with Jisung were the highlight of your week.  

It was probably pretty obvious to anyone with eyes that you had a crush on Jisung. Regardless of how obvious it was you would never admit that. Not to him, not to anyone. You weren’t his type and you knew that. You were heavier, perhaps a bit more than beauty standards would consider ‘aesthetically pleasing’, at least that was the view you had of yourself. You knew that didn’t mean you weren’t pretty but you were bigger and you also had eyes. You saw the kind of girls Jisung went after on the rare occasions you had gone to clubs together and they most definitely did not look like you. You also could see what HE looked like. He was not only beautiful and fit but funny and kind. Guys like him didn’t go for girls like you and it was fine. That was fine.  

You cherished the friendship you had with Jisung and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that no matter how strong the feelings you had for him were. What you didn’t realize was that Jisung was trying to deal with the fact that he had feelings for you too. At first, he didn’t see you as any more than a good friend that also happened to be a girl. You weren’t the type of girl he would typically go for. After being friends with you a couple of years now he had become endeared by you and after your last movie night Jisung had come to realize he was completely bewitched and he had absolutely no idea what to do or say now. He was sure you felt the same but he still was holding onto some reservations about perusing something with you and he wasn’t sure why he felt that way when you both were so clearly perfectly matched.  

You and Jisung loved movie nights together. So, it wasn’t unusual for you to be snuggled up on the couch under a blanket at the dorm with Jisung on a Friday night with three or four movies on standby. What was unusual this particular Friday was the awkward air hanging between the two of you. Everything seemed fine the week before and nothing seemed out of the ordinary that night so far. You had agreed on horror movies and you were well into your second one. The first had actually been pretty scary, making you jump a few times gripping Jisung’s arm and hiding your face, cuddling in closer to him under the shared blanket. The movie you were watching now hadn’t been as bad until it was. One of the main girls was slinking through a dark decrepit house and was suddenly snatched from behind by the crazed killer, practically sending you sailing out of your skin. Jisung tensed up when you buried your face in his shoulder for the umpteenth time that night.  

You hadn’t realized it but every time you pressed your plush body closer to Jisung his posture had stiffened as well as other parts of his body. He was very happy for the blanket or hiding his hard on might not have been so simple. There had been something out of the ordinary that night, for Jisung at least, and that was your choice in attire for movie night. You both always opted for pajamas because comfort duh, but you had come out of the bathroom that night after changing into pajamas Jisung had never seen you in before. A crop top with matching fuzzy shorts. His throat went dry the moment he saw you. It was the most of your skin he’d ever seen. He knew you were self-conscious about your body so you usually kept pretty covered up, even now the crop top wasn’t particularly revealing and the shorts weren’t that short but seeing your silky thighs and the fact that he could tell you weren’t wearing a bra under the crop top had Jisung ready to burst.  

When you noticed his tense body language you realized you were practically laying on top of him. Even though you loved being close to Jisung you backed off of him a little, worried you might be making him uncomfortable with your weight on him like that.  

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to... I mean... I’m sorry if I’m crushing you.” Jisung hated hearing you say that. So you were bigger, it didn’t matter, not to him. Even if he had thought you weren’t his type before because of that. He was an idiot. He knew now no matter what size you were you were he thought you were fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t want you to move further away. He looked at you, his gaze soft and shook his head. He wrapped his arm around your waist under the blanket and pulled you close again. 

“No, you’re not. It’s fine. You’re fine.” Your face felt like it was on fire and your cheeks turned pink. You bit your lip, an unconscious nervous tick and Jisung’s eyes darted towards them. You looked away unable to keep eye contact. Not when he was pulling you close, not when he was holding you, not when his fingertips were grazing the soft flesh of your waist where your shirt had ridden up a bit, not when he was looking at you like... THAT. 

“y/n?” Jisung’s voice was just above a whisper and even though you heard him call your name clearly you still couldn’t meet his gaze and you pretended to focus on the movie. He hooked his finger under your chin and tilted your head up towards him. Was this really happening?! Jisung slowly started to lean in closer. 

“Ji... I...” He only shook his head and focused on your lips as he closed in. You closed your eyes and you could feel Jisung’s warm breath fan across your face, the warmth of his lips hovering so closely to yours. You held your breath waiting to feel just how soft his lips really were. Finally. 

“Han-ah! Do you know whe-” Changbin came around the corner and stopped short when he saw you and Jisung jumping, catching you just about to kiss. 

“Oh! Shit! Sorry I didn’t mean-” Jisung backed up practically pushing you away when he realized Changbin was also in the room and he started stuttering. 

“You didn’t! I mean there was nothing... we’re watching movies.” You swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in your throat and scooted further away from Jisung which did not go unnoticed by either of the men. Changbin cleared his throat. 

“Yea, okay, well do you know where the protein shaker is? I wanted to hit the gym tonight.” Jisung popped up from the couch quickly. 

“Yea. It’s in the kitchen. I can show you; I need a drink anyway. Y/n? Do you need a drink or anything?” You had started focusing on the movie again trying to ignore the feeling in your chest. You glanced quickly at him and then back at the screen slightly shaking your head no. He bit his lip knowing your feelings were hurt by how he’d reacted when Changbin walked in, when you had just been so close to kissing, and he felt guilty. He didn’t want you to think it was because of you, it really wasn’t. When he came back, he’d explain.  

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You could feel your eyes sting, the familiar burn of tears wanting to surface but you kept your eyes trained on the tv and nodded. Jisung and Changbin went off into the kitchen leaving you in the living room alone, where you took some deep breaths and composed yourself. Maybe it was best Changbin had interrupted. He’d just kept you from making an absolute fool of yourself and ruining your friendship. You went to take a drink of your soda only to find it empty. You kicked yourself for not just telling Jisung yes when he asked if you needed a drink, you pushed yourself up off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. Once Changbin and Jisung had gotten to the kitchen Changbin turned to him with an eyebrow quirked and his nose scrunched. 

“OOoookay what was THAT?!” Jisung played stupid like he had no idea what Changbin was talking about. He just wasn’t comfortable with the topic of him and you just yet, not when he wasn’t sure what to do about his feelings. It was awkward for him to admit to Changbin how he felt about you when he hadn’t even told you yet. It would be with any of the guys, he wasn’t completely sure why. 

“What?! What was what?!” You had made it just outside the of the kitchen when you heard Changbin scoff. 

“Y/n!? Come on... I didn’t think you were into girls like... her...” Jisung’s brows furrowed, he didn’t know what to think about what Changbin seemed to be insinuating. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” Changbin rolled his eyes. 

“You know... bigger.” It was just a word and it was trued but the way Changbin said bigger made you feel absolutely disgusting and the tears you had managed to fend off in the living room were fighting back with a vengeance. It had already been awkward and now Jisung felt embarrassed so he lied when Changbin insinuated again that Jisung was into you. 

“No, I mean what do you mean into? I’m not into y/n?” Changbin scoffed again. 

“Oh yea? What was all that I just walked in on then?” Jisung rubbed the back of his neck thinking of an excuse; but why? Why couldn’t he just say that he did like you? Why couldn’t he just say he WAS about to kiss you? What was so terrible about that? Why did he feel so awkward about it? Why did he feel like Changbin would laugh at him or make fun of if he told him? He just wanted to make a quick excuse, whatever would end the conversation. 

“Dude, she’s got a crush on me. She was all over me but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She isn’t really MY type...”Jisung was still and idiot. You thought the inflection Changbin had put on bigger made you feel like garbage, that was until you heard the way Jisung say you weren’t ‘his type’. You knew that but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. You hadn’t even realized the tears were trailing down your cheeks at that point. You didn’t need or want to hear anymore. You quietly grabbed your overnight bag, put on your slides and left. 

Jisung had heard the front door click closed. All the other guys were still out so it could have been any one of them coming in but when a couple of minutes had passed and no one had walked through the dorm Jisung walked back out into the living room to check on you and found it empty, the movie paused and the blanket you had been sharing in a heap on the floor in front of the couch. 

“y/n?” Jisung walked towards the bathroom to check and see if maybe you had gone in there. He knocked but the door creaked open and the bathroom was unoccupied. 

“y/n?” He decided to go back and check his room although it wasn’t likely you were there and Jisung could feel anxiety creeping up on him. He thought back about the look on your face when he’d left you in the living room. He opened the door to his room and as he had suspected, you weren’t in there. He made his way back through the living room on a mission and Changbin tried to stop him. 

“What’s up? What’s going on?” Jisung moved Changbin out of his way and walked towards the foyer, seeing your bag and shoes were gone. 

“FUCK.” Changbin walked up behind Jisung. 

“What? Fuck what?” Jisung spun around and Changbin could see the worry on his face. 

“You... you don’t think she heard us, do you?” Changbin’s face softened when he realized you were what Jisung was worried about. He gave him a sympathetic look and shrugged his shoulders. 

“FUCK!” Jisung slipped on his shoes and jacket and ran out the door hoping you weren’t too far ahead of him. It was the time of year that it was starting to get a bit chilly when the sun was down and tonight was the coldest it had been yet. It wasn’t freezing but definitely too cold for you to be walking off in what you were wearing, not to mention not safe. When Jisung got out to the street he looked up the sidewalk one way and then the other but didn’t see you. He ran in the direction of the closest bus stop and when he rounded the street corner, he saw you under the florescent lights of the bus stop enclosure. You had your big bag by your feet and had your arms wrapped around yourself, hugging your body, clearly trying to keep warm as you waited for the next bus on the line. Jisung ran up towards you. 

“y/n!? Hey! Why’d you take off? It’s fucking freezing out here, take my jacket. Let’s go back inside and finish the movies...” Jisung took his coat off and went to put it around you but you pulled away and tightened your grip on your arms. 

“No, I’m going home. Sorry I was all over you. I know I’m too... heavy... for that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just... I’m just gonna to go home.” You did your best not to choke on your words and Jisung winced at them knowing you weren’t only upset about how he’d reacted to Changbin but you had heard everything they had said in the kitchen as well. 

“y/n... I... please come back inside you shouldn’t be outside dressed like this.” Of course, he meant he didn’t want you catching cold only wearing shorts and a t-shirt. You looked away not wanting Jisung to see the fresh tears that were pricking your eyes. 

“I knew I shouldn’t wear stuff like this. I’m only going to bed when I get home so I’ll just deal with the stares on the bus.” He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood and shook his head. 

“I... I didn’t mean it like that y/n... it’s cold out you’re gonna get sick. Please, come back to the dorm.” You finally looked at Jisung and he could see just how hurt you were, your tear rimmed eyes that were already getting puffy and red. That was the final straw, he was a complete asshole. 

“Just... go finish the movies without me Jisung. I’ll... I’ll see you the next movie night.” He sighed in defeat knowing you were definitely not going back to the dorm with him tonight. 

“Look at least take my coat so you don’t catch your death out here and let me wait with you until the bus shows up.” You let Jisung put his coat over your shoulders this time and huddled into the left-over body heat from Jisung having it on. 

“I’d really rather be alone right now Jisung.” You knew you weren‘t going to be able to get a hold of yourself and stop crying if he stayed. He shook his head, sliding a bit closer to you on the bench wanting to be close to you again and hoping some of his body heat might warm you. 

“It’s not safe for you to be out here at night alone.” You slid away putting distance between you again and looked at your feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world and Jisung’s chest felt tight. 

“I’ll text you when I’m home Ji. Just... please...” Your voice started to faulter and Jisung didn’t push any further. 

“Okay. Alright. Please let me know when you’re home safe?” You bit your lip and nodded still looking down as tears welled up in your eyes again. 

“Good night y/n.” Jisung wanted to lean over and hug you, give you a kiss on your forehead, SOMETHING to comfort you. Instead, he just gave a little nod and headed back to the dorm to give you the space you asked for. When Jisung walked back inside Changbin was on his way out to the gym. 

“Hey, everything cool?” Jisung looked distracted but then it registered that Changbin had spoken to him. 

“Oh, uh. I talked to her... she’s going home.” Changbin nodded and headed towards the door but stopped and turned back. 

“Look, Han-ah, there really isn’t anything between you and y/n?” Jisung really didn’t want to talk about it and didn’t want to deal with Changbin messing with him about it anymore but after you hearing him and Changbin in the kitchen and the way you looked at him down on that bus stop he was certain you’d never want anything to do with him, he’d be lucky if you still wanted to be his friend, so he shook his head. 

“No Bin, we’re just friends.” Changbin nodded and cleared his throat. 

“So, it would be okay if say, I wanted to ask her out on a date?” Jisung’s eyes flashed in Changbin’s direction instantly. 

“What?!” Changbin rubbed at the back of his neck and looked a little sheepish. 

“Well yea, I mean she’s really cute man and she’s nice and like I was saying in the kitchen before I know she’s not really YOUR type but you guys are super close so I just wanted to be sure you weren’t interested in her and see if... you know... if you were cool with me asking her out.” Jisung was at a complete loss for words as Changbin waited for a reply. He wondered how many times in one night he could think to himself that he was an idiot. He’d thought Changbin was being judgmental with his line of questioning in the kitchen but he was interested in you. Even if he had been being judgmental why, WHY did it matter?! It fucking didn’t. Because it didn’t change the way you made Jisung’s heart race just thinking about you. Changbin saw the look on Jisung’s face and knew the answer before he even spoke. 

“I... you’re right Changbin she isn’t like the type of girls I’ve dated in the past but...” Changbin wasn’t dumb and wasn’t one to pussy foot around so he just came out with it. 

“Look Jisungie just say you’re into her, it’s alright. I already caught you almost kissing; what's the big deal? She’s into you too. What are you holding back for?” He didn’t know what to say. 

“Sung, is it that maybe you’re a little worried about what people might be thinking if you date a thicker girl?” Jisung looked at Changbin and his eyes said it all. Changbin had hit the nail on the head. Jisung did think you were gorgeous and what other people thought shouldn’t even matter for that reason alone. He didn’t care what some stranger on the street thought of him and you being together but the guys, like Changbin, for some reason, he thought maybe some of the guys would give him a hard time. Of course, none of the guys had given him any reason to think they would tease him about such a thing because none of them would. Jisung had been in his own head too much. Realizing his feelings for you were deeper than friendship had really sent him through a loop. He was worried about the wrong things; he didn’t know how to act around anyone when it came to you and because of that he was epically fucking up. 

“Jisungie...” He focused on Changbin again. 

“Sort your shit out. If you care about her man it doesn’t matter. She deserves better than that Sung, and you know it.” Changbin slapped him on the shoulder, grabbed his gym bag and left to go work out. About twenty minutes after Changbin had left Jisung got a text notification. He sat up quickly in bed and grabbed his phone. 

You laid back in your bed trying to process the whirl of emotions you’d been put through that night. Hope, excitement, disappointment, pain, confusion. It was all too much to process in one night and there was no way you were going to be able to talk about it with Jisung right then, so you cut him off when he tried. Wasn’t he going to kiss you? Had you read that wrong? If he was going to; why would he if he didn’t like you like that? Pity? You hated all the thoughts racing through your head. You just wanted to forget and fall asleep, after a while your mind slowed down and you were finally able to get some rest.  

Jisung had gone all week not hearing from you. He sent a good morning text every day and then a meme or two with an accompanying caption that would say something like ‘laughed and thought of you’ or ‘remember that one time...’ All of his texts went unanswered and he understood why. He’d hurt you in the worst possible way. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to make it right still. Friday morning, he finally got up the nerve to actually call you. He honestly thought you would ignore the call just like you had his texts but after three rings you answered. 

“Hey Jisung; what’s up?” You sounded drained. All the more reason for you to come over, relax and watch movies with him just like you usually would. 

 “Hey! Uh... I hadn’t heard from you at all this week so I just wanted to make sure we were still on for movie night.” You closed your eyes and chewed at your lip as the memories of the last week’s movie night came flooding back. You had been totally swamped at work, you really hadn’t had time to process a thing, which is why you had been ignoring Jisung’s texts. You had just pushed it down and carried on during the work week because you had to. Now here you were and the feelings were racing head on at you again and you didn’t know if you were ready still. 

“Ji... I... I don’t-” Before you could give any excuse as to why it wasn’t a good idea Jisung interjected. 

“I got comedies like you asked for and all the snacks already. You just have to come over. Will you... come over y/n?” You took a deep breath. Maybe if you just went and kept up with your old routine things would just go back to normal. You didn’t have to talk, just watch movies. 

“Yea, I’ll be over Ji. Is seven okay?” His smile was beaming on the other end of the line, hopeful about the fact that you agreed to come, that maybe, he might be able to fix his fuck up still, even if that meant in the end only being your friend. He would be fine with that. It would be more than he felt he deserved from you. 

“Seven is perfect y/n. I’ll see you then. Bye.” You gave a small hum. 

“Bye Ji, see you.” For you the day seemed to fly by and before you knew it, it was time for you to head to the dorm and you didn’t know if you were really ready to face Jisung again yet. For Jisung the day had seemed to drag on forever. He had finally been honest with himself and the guys and told them all how he felt about you. He asked if he could have the dorm for the night while he tried to smooth things over with you. The guys, of course, were all supportive and agreed to be gone for the night. Jisung frantically cleaned the dorm and staged the living room carefully for your movie night. Snacks spread out, blankets to snuggle up in, all typical staples of your movie nights. Not typical was the dim lighting from candles he’d put out around the room and the lavender oil defusing that Felix had set up for him before he left.  

Just a bit after seven Jisung heard your knock at the door. He opened it and greeted you with his wide toothy smile, the one that reached his eyes and made them scrunch up. If you were exhausted from the work week he couldn’t tell, you looked amazing. He couldn’t help but notice your attire this week was back to the usual pair of sweat pants, t-shirt and a big hoodie over that. Jisung’s smile faltered a bit but he caught himself and moved out of the way to invite you in. 

“Hey! Come on in!” You gave Jisung a small smile and walked in towards the living room. Jisung closed the door and followed closely behind.  

“Do you want me to take your bag or hoodie?” You shook your head. 

“Didn’t bring an overnight bag, I can’t stay this week, and I think I’ll keep my hoodie on for now, I’m kind of chilly. Thanks though.” You looked around the living room as you walked in and noticed the few candles Jisung had lit and could smell the fresh scent of lavender. He walked past you and sat down on the couch grabbing the remote and patting the cushions for you to join him. You swallowed the anxiety and tension you were feeling down and walked over to the couch. Jisung had lifted the blanket he’d thrown over himself so you could sit by him and share, like you usually did, but you opted to sit on the far end of the couch with your feet tucked up underneath you and your knees pulled into your hoodie. You missed the disappointed expression on Jisung’s face because you were trying to look anywhere but at him. Just from the time he had opened the door, your heart had wretched every time you did look at him. He set the blanket back down, making like he’d just been adjusting it a bit and started the first movie of the night, unsure if he was going to be able to focus on the screen at all with the elephant in the room with the two of you. 

You both had managed to get through the first movie. You had chuckled a time or two and even though it wasn’t your usual boisterous laugh Jisung was glad to see, somewhat, of a smile on your face. You were still curled up into yourself on the far end of the couch though and you hadn’t eaten anything. Jisung went to put in the next movie. 

“Don’t let me eat all the snacks y/n. Make sure you get some before I inhale it all and really look like a quokka.” Jisung smiled and puffed his already chubby cheeks out further trying to make you laugh but you just smiled at him weakly. 

“I’m okay Jisung I already had dinner and it probably wouldn’t hurt for me to lay off the snacks a bit.” Like an arrow straight through his heart. His idiocy made you feel this way. That there was something wrong with you that needed changed. He had let his own insecurities about your relationship bleed onto you instead of dealing with his own shit. He fucked up he knew it. He should have been trying to talk things out with you instead of ignoring it. He was just joking around acting like nothing had happened, like he didn’t hurt you. He was trying to make you laugh, but it wasn’t time for his antics, this conversation couldn’t be put off any longer when you were saying things like that about yourself. He couldn’t let it continue. 

“Don’t say that! There’s nothing wrong with the way you look!” You looked up at him a bit surprised by his sudden outburst but your eyes faltered and were cast down again just as quickly. 

“You can say that all you want but it doesn’t change the fact that I need to lose weight. No one wants to date the funny fat girl...” Your voice started to quiver a bit and trailed off, the last thing you said was almost inaudible. 

“... least of all you.” It was so quiet Jisung almost didn’t hear it. 

“What?!” You looked up at him like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. You hadn’t even meant for it to come out at all let alone for him to hear it. Oh well, what did it matter now. Your feelings had already ruined everything anyway. Might as well lay it all out on the table. 

“Well, it’s true...” You whispered. Jisung sat closer to you on the couch and you shrunk down into your hoodie as you tried to make yourself smaller. 

“y/n. No, it’s not.” Who was he to say that to you when he knew you had heard him. Your voice came out with a bit more venom than before. 

“Jisung, I HEARD you and Changbin. The way you both talked about me...” Jisung went to interrupt you but you put your hand up, stopping him. 

“Let me finish!” He nodded and shut his mouth. 

“When I heard the way you two talked about me, the way he described me, how you said you felt about me, I was disgusted with myself.” You choked back tears and Jisung hated himself at that very moment. If he were any other guy and you had told him about this situation happening, he’d find him and kick his own ass. 

“That night I had finally worked up the courage to wear those pajamas. I’d had looked at them for 3 months before getting the nerve up to wear them in front of you. I hoped that maybe you might see me in them and think, ‘wow y/n is actually kind of pretty’ maybe even sexy. Then we were on the couch and I don’t know I guess I was delusional and thought you were going to kiss me, I read it wrong, obviously. I’ve seen the girls you take home from the club Ji, I’m two of them easily so I wasn’t shocked you weren’t into me but then I heard you in the kitchen. When I looked down at what I was wearing... if I hadn’t been crying Ji, I would have laughed for actually letting myself think for even one second that someone like YOU would ever want to be with someone like me. That YOU would ever think I was pretty or sexy for that matter.” You pulled your knees from your hoodie and stood up as the tears started to fall from your eyes.  

“I... I can’t Ji... I... I have to go. This was a mistake.” You went to go for the door but Jisung grabbed your wrist and stopped you.  

“Wait PLEASE!” You paused in place but didn’t turn to face him. You couldn’t. 

“I’m so sorry. Please, I’m sorry I said any of that stupid stuff, especially since I didn’t mean a single word of it! I... I WAS going to kiss you and then Changbin walked in and I got nervous it had nothing to do with you or how you look I swear. Then when Changbin asked about you in the kitchen I thought he was giving me a hard time about how you weren’t my ‘type’ and then I was embarrassed but it turned out he was asking about me and you because HE wanted to ask you out and he wanted to make sure you and I didn’t' have a ‘thing’ going on. He told me when I came back in that night and I told him... I told him that I did have feelings for you, that I cared about you... more than just a friend.” Now you turned and faced Jisung, your eyes were narrowed but still filled with tears and your voice was weak when you spoke. 

“You AND Changbin have feelings for me? Well, you both have a very shitty way of showing you care about me. Be sure to let Changbin know too.” You pulled your wrist from Jisung’s grip and turned to go walk towards the door again. Jisung ran to stand in front of you, blocking the way, panicked that if you walked out, he may never see you again. 

“Wait! Wait, wait! Don’t go! I... I think I'm in love with you y/n...” You stopped, turned suddenly and slapped Jisung in the face. You didn’t want to hurt him but you just snapped. 

“How dare you! How dare you talk about me behind my back the way you did, make me feel like I was desperate and crazy, like I was undesirable, now you tell me you only said those things because you were embarrassed by me! Embarrassed for one of your friends to think you were interested in a fat girl! Then you have the AUDACITY to say you’re in love with me! Fuck you Jisung!” You started beating against his chest with your fists as you sobbed and cussed at him. 

“Fuck you! FUCK YOU!” He grabbed your arms trying to calm you down. When you realized he was stronger and easily holding you back from hitting him further you did the only thing you could do and fell into his chest, hysterically crying. Jisung wrapped his arms around you and you both sank to the floor. He held you and rocked you, softly humming until you were letting out little gasps and hiccups trying to get control of yourself. 

“No one has ever hurt me like you did Jisung.” He flinched at your words. Knowing that hit him harder than the slap in the face. 

“I won’t ever be able to say how sorry I am and sorry’s will never be enough but if you’ll give me a chance, I promise I’ll never hurt you like that again. If you give me a chance y/n I’ll love you like no one ever has before.” Jisung’s hands cupped your face and he looked into your eyes with so much conviction it was impossible not to believe him. 

“Jisung... I...” More tears gathered and fell and Jisung swept them away with his thumbs. 

“Please.” He pleaded with you and you gave him a small nod, then he leaned in and softly kissed your lips. It was so warm, inviting, pulling you in for more but instead you pushed against Jisung’s chest and he pulled back and looked at you. Your eyes flicked between his as you searched for any uncertainty but you only saw love. You gripped his shirt where your hand had been resting on his chest and crashed your lips back into his. The kiss was so heated this time, so needy, you had wanted Jisung for so long and now, now you had him. You straddled his lap but didn’t sit your weight on him as your hands cupped his soft cheeks and you continued to make out. Jisung’s arms wrapped around your midsection pulling you close, your chests pressed together. He wanted you as close to him as possible. He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed tightly, out of breath from kissing you. 

“Jagi, I want feel every bit of you, want to make you to feel as beautiful as you are...” Jisung toyed with the hem of your hoodie and t-shirt silently asking permission to remove them. You lifted your arms and allowed him to, although you were extremely nervous to be in only your bra in front of him, even in the dim lighting. Jisung lifted the shirt and hoodie over your head and tossed it aside taking in the expanse of skin in front of him. He wanted to touch you everywhere but instead his hands gripped your hips and eased you down so that your full weight was on his lap and your clothed heat was pressing into his hard on. When you opened your mouth to protest putting your weight on him Jisung silenced you with his lips. He gripped your soft hips tighter, fingers digging in to your plush skin as he helped move you back and forth over his erection, finding a rhythm. You pulled away from the kiss panting as Jisung started to meet your grinding with his own. 

“J-Ji... Ji... I don’t want to hurt you...” He stopped, removing his hands from your hips and holding your face so that you couldn’t help but look him in the eyes. 

“Does it look like you’re hurting me?” You bit your lip and softly shook your head no in his hands. Jisung grabbed one of your wrists guiding your hand to grab his hard on underneath you. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open, letting out a breath when you gently squeezed. 

“Does it feel like you’re hurting me?” You were breathless still as you shook your head again. 

“No Jisungie... it feels... good.” You finally breathed out the word. 

“It does feel good jagi. YOU feel good. God keep riding me please!” His hands grazed a soft trail down your full breasts back to your hips urging you to continue your movements. You wrapped your arms around Jisung’s neck and rocked your hips over him again, this time with more vigor and the broken moan that fell from his mouth made you soak your panties. You gripped his broad shoulders and rotated your hips grinding against him with more confidence the more he moaned and panted. 

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum in my pants if you don’t stop jagiya...” You stopped your movements but cupped Jisung’s soft cheeks and continued your assault on his lips. You sat there lazily making out, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths, teeth tugging at lips, hands exploring, caressing, until Jisung was forced to pull away to take a breath. His hands ran up your arms and he dragged his fingertips gently back down causing goose bumps to rise in their wake. You looked into his eyes and him into yours, both of you breathless, trying to read the other’s mind. 

“Jisung?” He pressed his lips together giving you a nod and a small smile as his hands found their way to your hips again. 

“Will you... can we...” You knew you wanted Jisung and even though you were on his lap, in your bra and had been kissing and touching each other for quite a bit at that point, you were still self-conscious and scared to ask him what you wanted. You let out a frustrated huff of air, closing your eyes and Jisung cupped your jaw and ran his thumb along your cheek and you looked at him again. 

“Take a deep breath. Whatever you want, whatever you want to ask, it’s okay.” You closed your eyes and took a deep calming breath like Jisung had told you to. 

“Please take me to bed? I want you Jisung, I need you.” You looked down at where you gripped his shirt tightly as you told him exactly what you had been so scared of saying. Jisung dipped his head down catching your eyes in his again. 

“Jagi...” Jisung’s gaze darkened suddenly and before you could think he had his arms wrapped around you and shifted you both so that he was now slotted between your legs laying over you kissing down your neck reaching for the waist band of your pants.  

“Wish you’d worn those shorts again...” He peppered more kisses across your throat and took the fleshy part of your ear lightly between his teeth. 

“You were so fucking SEXY in them I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” You pushed against Jisung’s chest stopping him then slowly slid out from under him and stood up. He was confused at first, worried maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned the week before but before he could stress out you pushed your sweats down and stood there in your bra and panties. Jisung stood up quickly and took in every inch of skin you were offering up to him. All of it soft, plush, curvy and so inviting. You beckoned him over to you. 

“Come here, touch me Ji.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He invaded your proximity immediately, his hands running along your smooth skin pulling you closer. 

“Fuck you’re gorgeous, don’t know what to touch and kiss first.” Your skin flushed at Jisung’s words and you felt your core throb for him. Jisung’s lips ghosted over your neck before raking his teeth across your collar bone and pulling the prettiest moan he’d ever heard from you. He grabbed your hips and pulled them forward into his. With only his clothes creating a barrier between you, aside from the thin, lacey, boy shorts you were wearing, you could perfectly feel his hard cock pressed against you. Jisung’s eyes closed and his head tilted back a little, he bit his lip and hummed enjoying the warmth of your soft body against his and then he looked at you with a mischievous smile.  

“Come to bed jagi...” He kissed your neck again before pulling you, leading you towards his room, towards his bed. You could feel your nerves starting to come back once you walked into his bedroom. It was still dimly lit but it was brighter than the living room and you felt a bit more exposed and self-conscious. You pulled your hand away from Jisung and went to cover yourself. Jisung grabbed your hand back and pulled you close wrapping his arms around you and pressing his forehead against yours.  

“No. Please? Don’t? You’re perfect,” He peppered soft kisses over your shoulder trying to comfort you and you let out a soft sigh. Jisung pulled away and pulled his shirt off exposing his broad chest and soft tan skin. You would think him evening the playing field by removing some of his clothes would make you feel less nervous but it only made it worse and you went to cover up again. Your hands were slightly shaking when Jisung pulled you close again, his warm skin pressed against yours and you could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered in your ear. 

“You’re so fucking sexy. Please don’t hide.” He pressed soft kisses down the side of your neck again. You could feel tears pricking your eyes and you were so mad at yourself that you were about to ruin this moment. You wanted to believe what he said but you just didn’t feel sexy. Jisung could feel that you were still tense, he pulled back and saw your tears. 

“y/n... what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?” You shook your head no. You scoffed at yourself and wiped your tears away. 

“No Ji, it’s okay really, I just need a second. I’m feeling...” You looked down at yourself and Jisung knew. 

“Hey, take a second, take ten, it’s alright jagyia.” He rubbed soft circles on your hips with his thumbs and it started to help your heart rate slow down a bit. When you looked at Jisung again his face was so soft and laced with concern. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, your fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. It was soft at first but as you felt his skin under your fingertips it became more frenzied. Both of you gripping, squeezing, roaming, moaning into the other’s kiss. You felt a sudden rush of bravery and reached into Jisung’s sweat pants grabbing his dick firmly and stroking it like you had done it to him a hundred times before. It was gentle but not too gentle and the way your thumb brushed that sweet spot under the head of his cock was sinful as you stroked him just fast enough to make him want more.  

“FUCK y/n! Yes, JUST like that.” Jisung lead you towards the bed as you continued to stroke him. When the back of your knees hit the bed you removed your hand from his pants and fell back on it. Your hair spread around your head like an angel and your chest was rising up and down rapidly as you laid there breathless from your desire. Jisung slid his sweats and briefs down at once, his cock springing free and standing firm. It was long and not too thick and curved up. He was gorgeous so it wasn’t surprising that he had a pretty cock too. Feeling it in your hand had been one thing but seeing it now, your mouth watered for him. 

“Jisungie...” You whined for him and he came to kneel between your legs on the bed. His hands traveled up your sides their destination being your breasts which he cupped firmly before grabbing the center of your bra with both hands and ripping it open, your big breasts bouncing free as you gasped in shock. 

“HAN JISUNG, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH A BRA LIKE THAT COSTS!?” Jisung leaned down sucking a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth until it was perked and hard effectively stopping your complaint. He let go and smirked at you. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’ll buy you a new one jagi.” His lips wrapped around your other nipple and he sucked on it gently as you melted underneath him. Jisung kissed his way down your body until his face hovered right over your clothed core. He gripped your panties and looked up at you. 

“These expensive too?” He said quirking his eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes at him playfully. 

“YES. And my favorite pair so DON’T rip them.” Jisung pouted and then gently slid your panties over your ass and down your legs.  When his face was lined up with your naked, dripping, cunt you started to feel your heartbeat pick up. Before you had a chance to let your nerves get the best of you again, Jisung spread your lower lips open and licked a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves between his pouty lips and drinking in every bit of you. Your hands gripped Jisung’s hair as he licked, kissed, and sucked on your clit. He was messy but with finesse and between your arousal and his spit and drool you were certain there had to be a puddle forming underneath you. 

“Ji... oh my god! I’m... I’m...” He hummed in satisfaction that he had you unable to form words and the vibrations from his mouth against your pussy sent you reeling into a mind-blowing orgasm. Your thick thighs clamped around Jisung’s head as you thrust your hips up grinding against his tongue and face. Only when your body relaxed back onto the bed and you were a shuddering mess did Jisung stop kitten licking your sensitive clit. He climbed on top of you and started kissing you, first all over your face, then by your ear, down your neck and shoulder. His lips left your skin and he looked at you for a second thinking about how he’d almost fucked everything with you up, about how he could have lost you but now here you were underneath him panting and glowing still trying to recover from your orgasm. When you opened your eyes and looked at Jisung he leaned down and softly kissed your lips as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside you. 

“Fuck! So wet, so soft!” The further Jisung sunk into the faster your soft puffs of breath came out and when he bottomed out inside you, you gasped. He looked at you quickly. 

“Are you okay jagi?” You nodded biting your bottom lip overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside you after just coming down from your first orgasm. Jisung rolled his hips testing to see your reaction. Your eyes went wide and you gasped again.  

“Jisungie! Oh, my fucking god! You feel so good inside me! Please don’t stop!” Jisung started giving you steady hip rolls fucking you slow and deep. He thrust his cock deeper into you, his pelvic bone adding pressure to your clit as well. Your body was buzzing with excitement and your fingers and toes felt like they were going numb from the pleasure. The sound of your drenched cunt and Jisung’s hips slapping against your soft thighs egged him on and he started to fuck you faster, pulling out further and pushing back into you harder each time. 

“FUCK jagiya you take my cock so well beautiful. Look at how well we fit together jagi FUCK!” You looked down where Jisung’s dick, coated in your juices, disappeared inside you and clenched at the sight. 

“Fucking perfect just like I said baby, your pussy was made for me, this is mine now.” Jisung spit on two of his fingers and started rubbing your clit quickly pushing you towards your next orgasm that much faster. 

“God YES Ji please... please... please...” Jisung smiled down at you, sweat dripping down his face. 

“Please what gorgeous, what do you want?” You gripped Jisung’s hips, his soft skin warm under your touch. 

“PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME CUM JI! FILL ME UP JAGIYA!” Jisung lost his mind hearing you say that, call him that. He gripped your hips and started railing you as hard and fast as his body would let him. The sweat from his face and hair dripping down his chest and back now his teeth clamped onto his bottom lip. 

“You’re gonna let me cum in this tight pussy right jagi? You’re gonna take my load and let me mark what’s mine yea?” You moaned out your approval. 

“FUCK yes! Ji fuck fuck! Give me your cum fucking make me yours Jisung... I’m yours!” You came hard around his cock as he continued to drive into you chasing his own climax and prolonging yours. Your body rolled and your hips chased his as you rode out the best orgasm you’d had in your life. 

“FUCKING beautiful! God you’re gorgeous when you cum y/n... FUCK I can feel your pussy quivering on my fucking cock, you feel so good jagi!” You started coming down from the high of your orgasm, body still buzzing like a million bees lived under your skin and you started begging Jisung. 

“Fuck Ji you’re gonna give it to me right? Fuck I want it so bad! Please cum inside me please! It's gonna be a big load yea? Fuck I hope it’s a big load jagiya, need you to fill me up good, need to feel you dripping from my cunt.” Jisung’s head tilted back as his hips stuttered and he unloaded inside you. 

“FUUUUUuuuuuck jagiya FUCK! Fucking take it! You wanted a big load baby there you go! FUCK! Take my cum like a good girl yea?” Jisung stayed buried inside you until his cock started getting soft. When he pulled out a huge trail of cum came dripping out after. Jisung took two fingers and scooped up the mixture of yours and his cum and sucked them clean. 

“Fuck beautiful...” He ran his fingers through the trail of cum still leaking from your hole collecting more of your mingled juices and he brought his fingers to your lips this time. 

“Taste.” You opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits and humming in delight. 

“Good yea jagi? We taste perfect together.” Jisung scooped the remaining cum dripping from you up and pushed it back inside you pumping his fingers slowly in and out. 

“J-Jisung... I... I ca-” 

“One more jagiya, just one more, you can give me one more yea?” Jisung’s fingers picked up speed and he fucked them into you harder, curling them and easily finding your g-spot. 

“FUCK JI! I... I... FUCK JI!” That was exactly what he was looking for, he plunged his fingers deep into you only bringing them out a millimeter or so and pushing them deeper, then leaned down and sucked your cum glazed clit into his mouth, slurping on you as he fucked your hole hard with his fingers, the cum he filled you with coating them and dripping down your asshole, causing you to clench around his fingers that seemed to find that delicious spot inside you with precision. 

“Squirt for me jagiya, fucking cum on me baby.” He whispered against your pussy before diving back in and devouring your cunt like a ravenous animal. Between Jisung’s fingers and mouth the taut string inside you snapped. 

“MMmm FUCK FUCK JI OH FUCK I’M COMING I'M COMING!” You had never squirted before in your life but suddenly you were soaking Jisung and his sheets. His fingers, still deep inside you, gently massaging your g-spot, giving your clit tiny little licks with the tip of his tongue as you finished coming on his face and started twitching and shuddering from the overstimulation. When Jisung removed his fingers and sat up you saw your cum dripping from his chin and glistening on his chest. 

“Oh my god, did I?!” Jisung smirked and leaned over kissing your lips softly before giggling against them. 

“Cum all over me? Yea baby you did and it was sexy as fuck!” You blushed and tried to push him off as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and tickled you with his kisses and love bites. You pushed harder and he finally sat up, he got very quiet and looked down at you softly smiling. The longer Jisung’s eyes roamed your naked body the more uncomfortable you got. Now that you weren’t caught up in the heat of the moment and lost in the pleasure Jisung had been giving you, the little negative voices in your head came back to put you back in your place. You grabbed a throw blanket he had at the foot of his bed and went to cover up feeling far to exposed in the moment. Jisung thought you looked so beautiful; you didn’t need to cover up. He wished he had never said the things he did, that he’d never made an insecurity you already had worse. He had looked at you laying there your full breasts, the soft tummy rolls, the plush love handles just over your hips, your thick ass and thighs, FUCK you were perfect but when you saw him staring at you like that you only felt overwhelmed by your doubts about your body. 

“Why don’t we go take a shower yea? Get cleaned up and go to bed?” Jisung’s suggestion sounded so tempting, a nice hot shower after getting fucked senseless but it also meant standing under florescent bathroom lights where he’d be able to see ever stretch mark, every dimple of cellulite, every flaw. He could see you having an internal battle with yourself over it. 

“Hey...” You looked up at him like you’d been startled from your thoughts. 

“I know whatever is going on in that gorgeous noggin of yours is my fault right now...” You pressed your lips together. 

“Jisung no...” He shook his head and put up his hand stopping you. 

“y/n yes, it is. It might have been something you were self-conscious about already but I only threw fuel on the fire. I PROMISE I will do whatever I can to prove to you that you are a beautiful human being, just the way you are. I PROMISE I’ll always make sure to tell you how absolutely stunning you are and how you are leaps and bounds out of my league and yet for some reason you slum it for me.” He winked at you and you laughed. 

“So... shower?” He suggested again. You smiled and nodded. Jisung stood up and offered his hand to help you off the bed. You headed to the bathroom with Jisung fused to your back kissing whatever his lips could find. 

“You know if we fuck in the shower I could cum all over these and clean you right up.�� His hand squeezed your breasts tightly before roaming over your tummy, your hips and ass. You were barely up the hall and Jisung was already trying to slide his fingers through your folds again. When you got to the bathroom door you turned and pecked his lips. 

“That’s true jagiya, or you could cum down my throat and I could just swallow it and have no mess at all.” You licked up his lips to the tip of his nose and went into the bathroom as he stood there speechless for a moment before chasing after you.

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felix as ur problematic fav (18+)

warnings: afab reader (gendered references), summer camp counsellor au, university au, piv, assisted masturbation, fingering, accidental exhibitionism, mentions of mutual masturbation, alcohol usage, squint for corruption, (wc: 3.6k) what’s the best trope for felix and why is it childhood friends to lovers

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For better, or for worse, the summer camp you and Felix work at has been a mainstay since the two of you were children. Now in university, working there became an easy way to make some money to line your pockets, the rhythms of it become as easy as breathing, alongside the laundry list of ridiculous rules that keep getting grandfathered in due to unforeseen circumstances.

The lake is cordoned off after midnight courtesy of a skinny dipping mishap with Chan one year, trying to impress his crush. No curry on Friday nights, especially not after the mystery slop Jisung fed to a group of campers who vomited for what seemed like weeks. And after Hyunjin’s shower room misadventures with his then-girlfriend?

No dating between camp staff. None. Zero. 

Ultimately, maybe you’re better for it. Without the distractions of other people, work became the priority: between arts and crafts and teaching how to ride a canoe, summers became a time filled to the brim with responsibility and soaking in the sun.

That is, however, before he had heard you, had to lie there inside your shared tent, felt the way your body shifted as you tensed and relax to the slick of your fingers onto your cunt. In turn, you heard the soft growl of his voice, felt the tension of his clenching thighs as he came, the unmistakable moan as he did so.

Then, the dating ban becomes unbearable, as are all these attempts to skirt past it.

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day 5 ♡ jisung

⇢ pairing: jisung x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 1.5k ⇢ genre: smut, established relationship!au ⇢ kinks: roleplay ⇢ summary: you don't have any cash on hand and the handyman is kind of hot... ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; roleplay: handyman and customer; established relationship!au; unprotected sex, creampie, roleplaying as strangers, pretend cheating; use of ‘slut’ ⇢ day 4 ♡ day 6 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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“It-it seems like I don’t have my wallet here,” you tell the handsome repair man who’s just fixed your electricity problem. He worked long and hard and there’s a layer of sweat all over his firm body. The fact that he’s working in a very revealing tank top and tight jeans lets you see drops of sweat on his handsome, muscly arms.

Jisung, the handyman, stands up, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he checks you out from head to toe. “Isn’t this your apartment?”

“It’s actually my boyfriend’s apartment,” you admit, chewing on your lip. “And he’s not here right now, so I don’t have any cash on me.”

“I take cards,” Jisung says, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“I… It’s in my wallet,” you say, smacking your lips while your fingers start playing with the hem of your shirt. The man has done what he came here to do, and you have no way of paying him—it’s theft, basically. You could get into a lot of trouble.

“So you’re saying you don’t have cash or credit cards on hand?” Jisung asks, taking a step towards you. His presence suddenly becomes all you can focus on, especially when you know you’re on thin ice here. You could get in trouble for this.

“Yes,” you say, practically whispering since he’s suddenly so close. “I’m sorry. Maybe we can t-think of something…”

“Oh, we can think of something alright,” the man quips with a smirk, taking yet another step closer to you, effectively pinning you between his sweaty, firm body and the table behind you. “I take other forms of payment.”

“Like, like what?” Your lips tremble when you speak, fingers pulling your skirt down to cover a bit more of your thighs. Jisung got here early, so you put on the first skirt you could find, which barely covered your ass cheeks.

“Like that thing you’re trying to hide from me,” he says, looking down at your thighs. Oh, so he’s noticed that you don’t have underwear on. Fuck. That treat was meant for your boyfriend, not the handyman.

You practically gasp, your jaw dropping for just a second. “You want that in exchange for—?”

Jisung nods, tonguing his cheek with a cocked-up eyebrow. “Yes. Or we can call the police and explain how you are refusing to pay me for two hours of my time.”

“That won’t be necessary,” you shake your head and lift your palms, “please.”

“Okay, so let me charge you then,” Jisung chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist, helping you sit up on the table. His hand finds your slit fast, two fingers sliding up and down it, finding you wet. “This is gonna be easier than I thought.”

“How come?” you ask him, completely ignoring the fact that this stranger has two fingers inside of you up to his last knuckle, letting them wiggle inside, spread your walls, stretch them so they can take his cock.

“You're already fucking wet,” he chuckles and uses his other hand to unzip his jeans and get his erection out.

It's thick and red, the tip of it deliciously swollen and wet, and for a second, you forget all about your boyfriend and focus on this Jisung guy who is fingering you, who is now using his thumb to brush against your clit while he curls the two fingers and presses them against the spot that gets you to moan. “See?” A cocked-up eyebrow tells you he's enjoying himself. “Easy.”

“We shouldn't be doing this,” you warn him, but your body says otherwise—your legs are spreading as he moves in closer and uses his other hand to grab your hair and pull your head back, making you stick your neck out to him. “My boyfriend—”

“I don't give a fuck about your boyfriend,” Jisung hisses and licks a wet stripe up your neck, making you shiver. “And judging by how your cunt is swallowing my fingers, neither do you.”

“No, I do, it's not li—ahh!” You can't even finish your sentence because Jisung presses his thumb into your clit and starts moving it from side to side, which gets your toes to curl, your hands to grab his arms instead of the wooden desk, your throat to make a sound so lascivious you think you'll die of shame. “I love him.”

“Then you shouldn't be fucking the electrician, sweetheart.” He laughs and pulls his fingers out of you. Jisung chuckles even harder when he realizes you're pouting at that. No matter how much you try to protest here, you want the guy and your body is betraying you by showing that to him. “But you are, which means you love dick more than you love him.”

“I—” You get cut off by his needy tongue licking your throat, kissing you so hungrily your pussy reacts by clenching and releasing rhythmically. And then, this complete stranger shoves his dick into you without protection, sinking into you fully like he's done it a million times, like this dick of his was made for you. You both grunt into the kiss.

“That's fine,” he whispers, letting his lips rub yours, “I won't tell him how big of a slut his girlfriend is if you keep taking my dick just like this.”

With that, Jisung moves faster, smacks his hips against yours. He starts fucking you like he means it, thrusts hard, and you get lost in it. “He doesn't have to know?”

At this point, your feet are on the desk, leaving you spread out for him. Your hands join them so you can stay propped up and stare at his cock disappearing between your wet folds. It's fascinating how pretty his dick looks, how thick it feels, how well Jisung moves his body.

“He doesn't,” he reassures you. You look up at him, probably already looking fucked out, and the man brings his thumb to his mouth, wetting it. Then, you watch him move the tongue down to your clit and start rubbing it. That makes your walls clamp around him and cry out. “Your boyfriend doesn't have to know you're letting some random guy take your pussy raw on the table he has his breakfast on.”

You shake your head. “He won't know.”

“No?” Jisung chuckles, using his thumb so well your entire body clenches. You have a hard time staying quiet, but what if the neighbors hear? They can probably already hear the unmistakable sound of sex, of skin hitting skin, of sweaty bodies meeting, but they don't have to hear you moan and scream for Jisung like you do for your boyfriend. You have no choice when he matches the movements of his hips with those of his nimble thumb. “Think he won't notice some other guy came inside the cunt he fucks every day? Won't notice how my dick stretched you?”

You shake your head again, panting loudly, unable to pretend you're not enjoying it. Jisung is perfect from head to toe, and he can even fuck well. His dirty mouth only makes it better, so you finally start moaning. That makes him chuckle and lean in to kiss you. “Yeah, that's what I thought. If you're already whoring yourself out like this, at least enjoy it, sweetheart. You'll think of an excuse later.”

“I will,” you say and whine when he enters you so deeply your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Just don't stop.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Make me come,” you look up at him, “and then fuck this pussy hard.”

Jisung laughs heartily and gets down to business. It doesn't take him a full minute to get you to come with his cock and thumb. While you're still bucking your hips into him, riding out your orgasm, the man starts pumping into you hard and fast, groaning into your ear. “Sweetheart, your slutty pussy takes dick so well,” he moans, both hands grabbing your ass so he can pull your pelvis closer to the edge of the table and pump harder. “Are you gonna take my cum too? Gonna take it and then lie to your boyfriend, pretend another man didn't use your pussy to come?”

You whine a yes at every question, hands around his shoulders, holding onto him tightly while he pounds your pussy like he owns it. With a loud grunt, the stranger unloads between your walls, and the sudden sticky warmth you feel lets you know he came hard. “Gave you so much,” Jisung says, still thrusting, his mouth kissing your neck. “I hope he feels it when he comes back from work and fucks you tonight… Feels how swollen your tight little cunt is now that I've fucked it. Hm…”

With that, he kisses you, this time gently, humming through the kiss, letting you play with his hair. When you pull away, Jisung cups your face and starts kissing it all over, giggling as he does so. “God, I love you, you're the best thing that's happened to me.”

You laugh and let him kiss you all over. “You only say that because I play along to your sick little fantasies, baby.”

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day 3 ♡ changbin

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You don’t hate anyone, but if you did, Seo Changbin would be at the very top of your list. Hell, he’d be the only person on the damn thing—with good reason. Because of this, realizing you two got paired up to work together for a college fundraising event makes you want to make up a lie and get out of it. You just don’t want to deal with the guy, and the association’s president should understand, especially if you say you’re suddenly really busy with work and school and everything.

As luck would have it, Tessa, the president, texts you an hour after you find out about your new helper for the event, right when you’re plotting a good excuse.

Tess: i’m so grateful you decided to join!! everyone else is new to fundraisers (except us two) so your help will come in handy. i can’t thank you enough! <3

And just like that, your hopes of getting out of it go up in flames. You can’t let Tessa down, and the cause is more important than your hatred for the man.

The thing is, Changbin isn’t hated by many. In fact, you might be the only one around who hates his guts. He’s smart, funny, generous, some people say mature but you beg to differ, and overall a good guy. You have to disagree on that. Yeah, he may be smart and funny and generous and maybe even mature now, but he’s not a good guy.

Here’s how you know: when you first started college, you knew you should have your guards up. Most guys were just looking for sex, yadda yadda yadda. But, Changbin seemed different. He didn’t make a move on you at a party or a football game or anywhere like that. Instead, he sat down next to you in the cafeteria, told you he’d seen you around and that he’d like to get to know you better. It all seemed fairly innocent and, dare you say, cute. Just like most people do now, you fell for his charm and cute face and his personality back then.

It was easy to get lost in it with Changbin. You two went from having lunch in the cafeteria a couple of times a week to dating to having sex anywhere you could in the span of not even two months. It was almost instant on your end, the attraction, the trust. The walls you’d built up provided no defense against Changbin’s charms.

And then, one of the guys from his frat asked you out. While you two weren’t official—you weren’t even sure if you wanted to rush into a relationship your first semester in college—you didn’t really want to start hooking up with someone else. In your opinion, it was just easier to keep seeing Changbin until you made it official or things fizzled out. So, you told the guy, Seowoo, just that.

“I’m seeing someone right now, but thank you,” was what you said, verbatim.

“Who, Changbin?” Seowoo asked, snickering.

When you said yes, he laughed and shook his head. “You do know he had to fuck you to get accepted into the frat, right? You’re wasting your time with him. Think about it and let me know, the offer is still on.”

That was when you started suspecting Changbin wasn’t a good guy at all. You got your confirmation when you confronted him about it. “Is it true or not?”

“Can I tell you the whole story?” he offered, but you didn’t want to hear it. You were sure it would be the same old shit assholes like Changbin told girls they just used for their stupid little plans.

And now, he’s standing in the same room as you, for the fourth time this week, looking over the plans you’ve made for the event, double-checking the fliers. He’s wearing a tight polo shirt, tight jeans, and smells like heaven. The curls in his hair make him seem almost angelic, which is what annoys you even more than his pristine image—the dude looks like a good guy, but you know he’s just a horny little piece of shit who would do anything for his stupid little misogynistic frat.

“It would be great if you said anything to any of my plans,” Changbin mutters, making your head snap to the side so you can look at him. You just sigh and go back to the papers, firm in your decision not to talk to him. “Or you could just go back to ignoring me. Very mature of you.”

“Please tell me you are not lecturing someone on maturity,” you can’t help but say, knowing it will get this asshole’s blood to boil. After all, a guy like Seo Changbin isn’t used to people talking back to him. He’s the golden boy of the university.

“You’re not going to fucking lecture me either,” he spits the words back with a grunt. “You’re here to volunteer, not be stuck on some shit that happened years ago that you never even let me explain.”

“Explain?” You now face him, leaning back in your chair. There’s spite in your voice, you’re well aware, but somehow you don’t give a shit. Changbin knows he hurt you back then, so you don’t care if he can hear it in your voice now. “You said it was true. That’s all I needed to know.”

“Of course, because a simple yes or no gives you the whole story,” Changbin mumbles, shooting you a glare. “Besides, I could have fucking lied to you.”

“Wow, you should get a reward for not lying to my face,” you quip, making the guy tongue his cheek as he stares at you. “Besides, you did lie, Changbin, for two months.”

He scoffs, shaking his head as if you’re just unbelievable. You think you are—he never gets called out on his shit. At this stupid university, hot guys like Changbin can do no wrong. “And what have I lied about?”

“Well, I know we were busy fucking, but didn’t it dawn on you that it would be a good idea to tell me you fucked me on a dare before I found out from any of the other 50 guys in that stupid frat?” You can’t believe you manage to bark the words at him without stuttering, without sounding hurt or afraid. You’re not—you’re over it.

Changbin groans and shakes his head again. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides, that’s the only thing I didn’t tell you. Everything else was true.”

“You didn’t say anything else, anyway.” You shrug and look at the papers in your hand again.

Changbin slams his papers against the desk and crosses his arms over his chest. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. All you did was fuck and, apparently, make a fool out of me. I’m glad my pussy got you into your beloved frat, though, good for you.”

“Oh my God, your pu—” he starts spitting words with a strange grimace but then stops himself, takes a deep breath with his eyes closed, and looks at you again. Clearly, he’s trying to calm himself down and not make it seem like he’s annoyed, but you know him well enough to see through the cracks in his otherwise perfect demeanor. All fake, of course. “You’re making it seem like I just fucked you for a dare. It didn’t happen like that, and we both know it.”

You stand up, feeling stupid for having a fight with him and sitting. You don’t want him to feel like he’s got the upper hand, like he can look down at you. No fucking asshole that fucks people on a dare can look down at anyone else. Soon enough, you’re facing each other, neither one of you budging. “Please, what’s next?” You scoff, making sure to sound extra mean when you snicker. “You’re gonna say it was a dare, but you fell for me?” 

“I did,” Changbin admits with a sigh. “I did. We had great three months toge—”

“Two months,” you correct him, kind of shocked that he’s going along with this. Does he really have no shame?

Changbin points a finger up and smacks his lips. “No, it was three.”

“No, it was two, Changbin.”

He grunts and you can tell you’re getting on his nerves. “Babe, I know the sex was great, but unlike you, I counted us as a thing from the first time we had lunch together and not from the first time we fucked. So, it was three fucking months.”

He’s right, though. It took you a month of meeting up in the cafeteria, eating together, getting coffee before sleeping together. “Excuse me, the month truly does make a difference!” You place a hand over your heart and bow theatrically. “It just adds 30 more opportunities you could have used to be fucking honest.”

“I was honest,” Changbin mumbles and takes a step towards you. “You keep telling every person who’ll listen that I’m this asshole who lies to girls, and I have never done that. I have never lied to you.”

He did lie to you, and it hurt to lose him precisely because of his stupid lies, because you believed him. You fell for him so easily because he seemed genuine, which is why you’re still upset over it. “It doesn’t matter now, does it?”

“It fucking does. We can’t do this one thing together because you keep ignoring me and this sexual tension.” With that, he raises an eyebrow like he’s challenging you.

You scoff, this time huffing right after. “There’s no sexual tension.”

“Really? You don’t want to get bent over this desk?”

You want nothing more than to get fucked stupid by someone who knows what they’re doing—like Changbin did, at least back then—but you’re over him. “Not by you, not anymore.”

“Sure about that?”

Changbin leans in and almost kisses you, lips just about to touch yours when he stops himself. “I didn’t fuck you on a dare. I approached you because I got dared to fuck you, but I liked you so I chose to date you instead of even trying to do the dare. I failed my test. I didn’t fuck you within the week and I didn’t even try to. So your little fucktoy Seowoo was the one lying, not me.”

It’s true—Changbin didn’t even kiss you that first week, let alone ask for more. That’s why you liked him. It felt like he had good intentions because he didn’t try to grope you the first chance he got. In fact, he only did that a month in and you gave in instantly, wanting to finally feel him.

You do feel a bit dumb after hearing it, but it could all be a lie. Would he lie about this? “You could have told me.”

“And what? Risk you getting upset and leaving me without a chance to explain?” Changbin counters, spreading his arms.

“Isn’t that what happened anyway?”

“Yeah, and that’s why I tried to avoid it,” Changbin admits, finally moving away from your face. “I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t fucking listen.”

That is true, but you had your reasons. “You hurt me.”

“I know,” Changbin says, sounding regretful. “I should have told you that, but I didn’t go into anything for a dare. It was all real.”

“You lied to me, though.” You don’t want to keep arguing with him—it’s pointless—but you don’t want him to think he’s this good guy in this story when he’s not.

“When?”

“You said you cared. You shouldn’t have said that when you kne—”

His hands cup your face and stop you from speaking. Changbin used to be so gentle with you, but his touch is anything but that right now. “When I what? I cared about you and didn’t want us to break up over some stupid dare I didn’t even try to do. I got another dare that didn’t involve sex and that’s how I got into the frat. I didn’t use you for that shit.”

“I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t,” he leans in again, eyes peering at yours, “you trusted that asshole instead of me.”

“He didn’t lie—”

Changbin scoffs and pushes his body against yours, making you take a step or two back until your ass hits the desk. Instinctively, you sit on it, and he stands between your legs. You have a feeling you’ll have sex with Changbin for the first time in a long time, and you don’t hate the idea, even though he annoys you. “He said what he needed to get to fuck you.”

Stupidly, you kiss him. You feel a lot less innocent now that he’s explained his side of the story, now that you know what really happened, and you don’t know how to explain it, so you shove your tongue in his mouth and hope for the best. You don’t want to hear about how Seowoo was the bad guy after all.

Surprisingly, Changbin kisses you right back, his hands gripping your thighs hungrily, just like they used to. He grabs them and uses them to pull you in closer until his crotch is pressed against yours, until you can feel his erection. Already? He must like the hate aspect of the whole thing, too.

He doesn’t even ask if you’re down to fuck him, he can see it from the way your eyes eat him up. Your feelings are conflicted, you’re still hurt over losing him, annoyed that he’d even take part in such a dare and play with someone’s feelings. At the same time, a part of you does believe him, and it’s all messed up. So, you let him unzip his pants and do the same with yours, you let Changbin take off your shorts and throw them on the chair, you let him pull your underwear to the side—all without a word.

“I— It wasn’t like that,” you finally say while Changbin gets his bag. The Seowoo thing is still on your mind.

He sneers at your explanation as he gets a condom out of his bag and puts it on, eyes snapping up to look at yours. “It wasn’t?”

He straightens his back and moves in closer, smacks your slit with his erection, making you tremble with excitement. It’s been a while since you had him in you, but you know he was good even back then. Hell, he’s probably the best sex you’ve had. With one swift snap of his hips, Changbin is fully inside of you. “Seowoo didn’t tell you all that, give you his number, and tell you to call him?”

“He, he did,” you grunt, closing your eyes for a second—not because of Seowoo but because Changbin feels so big inside of you and you just need a second to breathe, “but it wa—”

He starts moving quickly, not giving you the chance to go slow, to get used to his girth. “You didn’t call him? You didn’t fuck the guy who ruined our thing?” Changbin questions, eyes glaring at yours while his hips move so fast you already want to scream.

“I did,” you admit, feeling ashamed now that you know more about the whole thing. If Changbin is telling the truth, Seowoo presented the story in a way that would make you dump his friend, which you did.

“I know,” Changbin sighs, “I had to hear all about your hand around his stupid cock, all about how you put out for him in the backseat of his car, let him fuck you stupid, and then cried right after.”

Oh. The shame that washes through you is immeasurable, and you feel like you want to disappear. Changbin knew about it all along, he apparently knew every detail of your miserable night with the asshole who lied to you about him and your relationship. He knew it and he didn’t say a damn thing—he let you walk away with your dignity intact. “He told you?”

“Of course he did, he’s a fucking fratboy,” he concludes like he’s not one himself. As if he feels sorry for you, Changbin starts rubbing your clit, his other hand wrapping around your waist to keep in your place. That way, he can thrust fast. “I fucking hated hearing it.”

“I didn’t think he’d tell you, I— It was just a drunk fuck. He’s such an idiot.”

“He is,” Changbin hums, slowing his pace down, focusing on the thumb he’s using to rub your clit. “I knocked him out for talking about you, even though you didn’t deserve it.”

You do remember him sporting a black eye right around that time, but it wasn’t your place to ask. Besides, you knew it was a mistake the second Seowoo finished and it hit you that he’s not Changbin, that Changbin and you are through, that he used you for a dare. “Fuck him.”

Changbin chuckles, applying even more pressure now as starts fucking you a bit harder. “You did that already. I hope it was worth it.”

“Is that why you never explained?” It’s so strange to enjoy sex as much as you are while talking about something as serious as this, but it doesn't feel weird. You’re able to enjoy it while trying to get to the bottom of what happened, mostly because it’s in the past and it doesn't hurt as much as it used to.

“I tried to. You didn’t want me to. and then you fucked him and I just…” Changbin stops moving for a second and bites down on your bottom lip, chuckles when you moan. “I let you have your fun.”

When he starts moving again, you mumble at him, “Then fuck you for lying about caring about me.”

“Fuck you for not trusting me.” He moves his hand away from your clit, grabs your hips and starts pistoning into you. “And I did care.”

It’s so difficult to speak when he’s fucking you so good all you want to do is shut up and enjoy it, but you can’t. Something’s not letting you just hand him the victory. “You would have never approached me if it weren’t for the dare.”

“No, I wouldn’t have,” Changbin admits, not even trying to lie and make you feel better. “We probably never would have talked. That’s why I don't hate the dare. It got me to notice you. Everything that happened after was us. Now shut up and let me fuck you right.”

It’s funny how things don’t change that much. It’s been a long time since you two fucked, yet he’s still the same—getting red in the cheeks when he fucks hard, a vein on his forehead and neck becoming prominent the more he squeezes his muscles and strains to fuck you hard, sweat forming along his hairline. The worst of it all is the look on his face, the way his eyes slowly roll to the back of his head, how his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly, groaning right after. 

“What, can’t fuck and talk?” you tease, squeezing your walls around him on purpose.

Changbin nods. “No, I can’t fuck you and talk about my feelings for you from back then and how fucked up you made me, I really can’t.”

You’re not sure what to do with all of this information. It happened a long time ago, so is there any point in trying to figure it out now? At this moment, all you want is for this guy that annoys you to just make you fucking come.

“Then just fuck me, Seo Changbin,” you suggest, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him into your frame. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Every thrust he gives you after that is hard and precise, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. He’s inside of you deep and hard, and his mouth is on yours almost all the time. Here and there, it moves down to suck on your neck or bite on your earlobe, but most of the time, it’s busy kissing you, tongue swirling around yours while Changbin rubs your clit like he means it, like his only goal today is to get you to come.

As soon as he manages that—which happens pretty fast, all things considered—Changbin moves his hand away from your clit and starts jackhammering into you just the way you like it. That way, he prolongs the waves of pleasure that rush from the pit of your stomach all the way to your toes, that get you to moan his name. You’re still at college and you can’t be loud, which is why he muffles your moaning with his tongue and continues fucking you. Soon enough, he’s panting and grunting. “Wanted to fuck you so bad,” he hisses, resting his forehead against yours as he keeps pumping. “Just to shut your mouth up.”

“You’re not doing a good job of it,” you tease, which makes him grab your waist, hold you flush against his chest and drill into you. Soon enough, Changbin comes into the condom, his thrusts turning sloppy. He stays inside of you for a while, breathing heavily, arms around you, and you kiss his shoulder over his shirt, stupidly.

When you do that, Changbin pulls out, discards the condom, and hands you your clothes. “Now that’s out of the way, can we work on this event?”

“We’re not gonna, uh… Address it?” you ask, wondering what his end goal here is. But then again, what is yours?

“Let’s finish what we have to do,” Changbin says as he walks over to his chair and sits down, grabbing the papers he discarded earlier. “We can grab something to eat later and talk.”

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Lexicon | Felix

Minors DNI/DNF/Do not read!!

pairing: Felix x Reader

word count: 13.5k

genre: childhood best friends to lovers, gilded age!au, forbidden love, angst, fluff, smut

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recv), handjob (m recv), riding, dirty talk, implication that the pullout method works (it does not!), hurt/comfort, both are virgins, so sex is a lil clunky, afab reader, mention of periods, historical inaccuracies/general historical bootleggery, i basically watched one ep of ‘the gilded age’ and ran with the vibes, historical misogyny, alcohol mentioned, Felix gets slightly buzzed at one point, cheating (in an arranged marriage scenario), lots of poor choices, lots of angst

A/N: the real title of this is Lixicon but I stopped myself 😅 This is my entry into the global childhood bf2l felix headcanon, and WOOF was this a struggle to write

All characters are adults at all times in this fic.

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Stray Kids Reaction: They are obsessed with how thick and plump their s/o is. ~smut version

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Bang Chan:

Chan watched with hazy eyes as you slowly moved on his lap. It was one of those nights where he just wanted to loosen up and drink a little, get a little faded. He didn’t know what was this feeling but he knew he wanted nothing more than to ruin you at this moment.

You had got so comfortable and chose to sit on his lap as both of you smoked. He licked his lips while his hands slid up your thick thighs, this comfortable weight on him turned him on immensely. Even in jeans, your chunky thighs looked lovely. They seemed to accentuate them even more than usual.

He leaned in to press his lips against your throat, inhaling your sweet scent that seems to overwhelm the heady scent of the weed. His tongue spread along your skin, hands sliding into the back pockets trying to grip would they could before he pulled up higher on his lap. A grunt emitting from his throat as he sucked in your skin.

“Chan..” You whispered.

He didn’t let up; he felt like he needed more of you. Needed to feel more of this plush thickness between his fingers. Fuck you were divine.

Chan used his fingers to tug the zipper down your hoodie, kissing down to your collarbones and trailing his kisses to your left shoulder. Once he felt he had enough to work with, he gripped your hips, inching his sneaky fingers underneath your hoodie to feel your bare sides.

The heat of your tummy making him give you a squeeze in delight.

He guided your hips to grind on him; he was aching in his sweats and the friction given was enough to make him greedier. Chan pulled away to look up at you, smirking.

“Can I eat you out?” He whispered, fingers slowly inching to undo the front of your jeans.

“Yeah..yeah.”

He carefully laid you on your back, hooking his fingers immediately into your jeans and panties to pull them off. You knew Chan could do more than just rap good flow, the man could eat pussy like it was his job as well. The thing is that; he fucking loved it too.

It was always the sight of your chunky thighs pressed together, accentuating the thickness of your pussy that had him going feral.

“For fuck’s sake..~” He groaned.

Minho:

Minho watched as you sucked on his dick, lips glistening and sticky with saliva. His middle and ring finger teased your wet slit with careful strokes, using his middle finger to even tease your swollen clit and circle around it.

A little extra lube wasn’t going to hurt anyone and he loves when it’s sloppy, being able to slide into your tight pussy with no hesitation just to watch you become a complete mess. “Fuck, you’re so messy princess. This all the lube you’re gonna get, so make it sloppy.” It was a sight he wouldn’t change for the world though. Your chubby cheeks full, lips glossy and throat filled with his cock, he softly smacked your cheek.

“My greedy princess, nothing but my cock on your mind huh?” He moaned lowly as he pulled his cock out, strands of saliva clinging to the tip. He smacked your clit before sliding his fingers back into your tight pussy, the squelch making his dick throb. He only pulled out when he realized how needy you were becoming.

Your eyes were so glossy and even a bit of your mascara made your eyes look hazy with lust. “Such a fucking cockslut. My fingers must not be enough then, hm? You need something bigger to fill you up.”

You nodded your head, dumbly. “I can’t believe how beautiful you always look when you’re like this.” He pulled away, pulling your body with him as he was now between your legs. “Jesus…let me feel you princess.” Minho sunk into you slowly, moaning.

“You’re such a good girl. Took that all in your tight little pussy. Aren’t you impressed with yourself? Keep this up and I just might make you a mommy.”

His words made you moan, such a delight to his ears.

“That’s right…I meant that.”

Changbin:

“Besides, I don’t see why he wouldn’t like the soundtrack, he’s too caught up in the old-school melodies. Definitely, not a bad thing but when you’re working with adults who are more on the rough wild side of music- it’s just annoying when a certain track doesn’t fit for him when he’s not the one coming up with lyrics..” Chan laughed as he agreed. 

 Changbin raised his head up as he watched you enter the studio, flashing a small smile over at you. What a perfect time for you to enter because, if he said another damn word then he would have said some shit and he really wasn’t one to say much, sometimes.

“Mm, hey babe.” He greeted.

You waved at him as you closed the door behind yourself, setting your bag on the couch and walking over to him. “Hi Chan, sorry to interrupt the conversation!”

“No! It’s all good, I was actually about to go since I have some more tracks to work on. One day that man is going to drive me insane, not accepting my tracks.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance then waved. “It was nice seeing you though, ___. Come spend some time with us soon okay? Bye Changbin.” 

“Bye, Hyung.” Both of you waved till the call ended. Changbin looked at you as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs. “You know the drill.” He smirked and pat both his thighs. 

You climbed on his lap and he instantly wrapped his arms around your sides, pulling you close to him. He pressed his face against your boobs, hands landing on your soft ass to grab. “I guess it’s a good thing that you wore shorts, they’ll be easier to put back on after we’re done.” Your hands rubbed his arms, giving the firm muscle of his biceps a soft squeeze.

“Done with what Changbin?” You tried to be innocent, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“How about I just show you?” He nuzzled his face against your breast, sighing heavily. You were so warm, so pliant in his arms. He didn’t know what he did in his last life to deserve such a sweetie like you but he definitely wasn’t complaining. He needed to feel you against him, bare. He needed to sink his fingers into you and grip any and all that he could in his hands. This thickness that you were blessed with, he needed to feel it.

“You can show me.” You laughed as you reached up to pull his cap off, tossing it to the side.

“I am, let’s get these fuckin’ shorts off first though.” He chuckled.

Hyunjin:

After another gaming session, Hyunjin found himself wanted you immensely after those heavy intense rounds. A terrible defeat, he should’ve known you would beat his ass multiple times. You were too good and with how cute you were beside him, things weren’t getting easier for him.

As he leaned back in his spot, he groaned lowly and looked over at you.

“I forgot to mention that your skirt is really cute.” He reached over to softly toy with the end, setting his controller down to lean over and press a kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you.” You mumbled as you set your controller down as well before leaking closer to him, his lips pressing against your cheek once more. “You’re welcome.” He whispered as his long fingers slid higher up your skirt.

“You should sit on my face.”

Turning your head to face him, you stared into his eyes for any falsehood but he stared at you seriously.

“Now?”

“Right now.” He stood up from his spot and held his hand out. You took it and stood up, brushing down your skirt. Hyunjin led you to his bedroom where he made himself comfortable as soon as he laid in the bed. You wasted no time climbing the bed yourself. “Should I take my skirt off first?”

“Nah, leave it on. Take the panties off though.”

You slipped your panties off with a playful laugh. He then raised his arms up as he helped you straddle his face, groaning as he was met with your pussy.

“The skirt isn’t the only thing that got me going, it was definitely the fact that you wore one of my tops as a crop top. Means you’re comfortable around me, right? Showing more and allowing me to praise more..” He whispered before pulling you down, sliding his tongue along your slit. His hands gripped your thighs, squeezing the thickness of them then trailing his hands up higher, pushing your skirt up in the progress.

“Y-yeah. You make me feel so pretty Hyunjin..”

His tongue swirled around your clit, solely focusing on your delicate bud. A groan spilling as your fingers gripped his long hair, strands hanging between each finger.

“Fuck, you don’t know how sexy it is hearing you say that to me..” He whispered as he pressed small kisses against your inner left thigh. “You’re so pretty baby, so pretty and all mine..” His hands slipped underneath your top to squeeze your soft squishy sides.

“Gonna fuck you silly tonight.~”

Jisung: 

Jisung expected the pajamas to look good on you but he didn’t expect for them to look that good on you. Part of him was nervous that maybe you wore the matching panties and part of him was excited. At the moment, you looked nervous, and he softly chuckled as he shook some hair away from his face.

“You know you can get comfortable right? It’s just you and me.”

You nodded your head with a shy smile and dragged the long pajama bottoms down, revealing the matching bottoms, it was such an innocent gesture on your part but Jisung was flustered. Damn near drooling and he swore he didn’t mean to stare, but it was difficult not to.

“Sometimes I just don’t like wearing pants, I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Of course, I said to get comfortable babe.”

He took in every little curve and dip, the texture of your skin, and the little things that you had been hiding. Gulping, he climbed into the bed as he watched you fold your bottoms before climbing into the bed yourself.

“C'mere.” He mumbled and pat his thighs, wanting you to straddle him and you did, no inch of hesitation. You wanted to be closer, anyway.

An inaudible sigh slipped as he placed his hands on your love handles, feeling you jolt at just how cold his hands were. “Sorry..” He whispered, trying to warm his hands up by the heat of your body. Jisung stares up at you, smiling slightly before his eyes lowered down to your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him with sweet intimacy. He pulls you tight against him, kissing back deeply. Your lips were like candy, so sweet and addicting. Slow kisses turned into heavy ones, his tongue slid against yours, teeth nibbling what he could.

His hands are touching and gripping all that he could in such a greedy manner, you would have thought he would have gotten used to all of you but he wasn’t. He felt like everything about you was just a treat that he couldn’t get enough of.

The tension was growing as he guided your clothed cunt over his dick, his hands gripping your panties to tug them up so that they were tight between your ass cheeks. It was so tight up against your clit that the friction only increased.

A whimpering little mess you were as his hands squeezed both plush cheeks in his palms, nothing but your sounds filled his bedroom and as much as he loved the idea of others hearing you. He wanted your noises to himself.

He pulled away from the kiss to whisper breathlessly, “Gotta keep quiet for me care bear…fuck…keep quiet, and I’ll fuck this pretty pussy.” He softly spanked your left ass cheek. “Can you do that for me…?’

He loves the way you obey him. "Be good for Sungie baby and I’ll give you want you want..”

Felix: 

It was the soft pink on your skin that made him grow hard in his pants, the sight of your bare body that made his hands grip into fists as he itched to touch you.

“You know I love when you wear pink.” Felix almost bucked his hips, admiring how your plush ass made the pink lace thong disappear. How he was able to take in your squishy sides and natural rolls and stretch marks. This man couldn’t take physically take not touching you anymore and whimpered when he felt like you were standing in your spot a little too fucking long.

As he scooted up in his seat, he grabbed your hips, immediately pressed his lips against your spine and trailing his kisses down. His hands massaged your rolls softly as if you were fragile. He groaned in satisfaction, sliding his hands to the front to squeeze your tummy.

It was almost a shame how hard he already was, leaking precum in his boxers just at the sight of you. Your breasts were so nicely cupped by the bra, his mind lewdly resorted to him wanting to fuck them.

He wanted to squeeze them in his hands and fuck them, watch you stick your tongue out to get a taste of him. That view was mouthwatering but right now, he wanted to focus on you.

“God, you’re just…you’re ethereal.”

“Thank you Felix..” You were flustered, very flustered and he could tell. He trailed his lips lower until he could kiss the band of your thong, parting his lips then tugging the panties with teeth then releasing it to snap back against your skin.

“I want you to ride my thigh until you cum.” He pulled you down on his right thigh and softly grabbed your hand, guiding it to his bulge.

“Mm and please allow me to cum with you..please.~”

Seungmin:

Poor puppy was infatuated with you and he didn’t really feel like letting you go at the moment. He’s needy and it’s affecting him in a way that gets him clingy. He’s pulling this shy card on you to stray you away from the fact that he wants to touch you in a not-so-innocent manner.

He tried to take his mind off it but you were looking at him, smirking and you even had the nerve to flash a playful smile like he wouldn’t pull you away to fuck you.

No, actually just because of that look he’d want to tease you, touch and squeeze your body while fucking those chunky thighs of yours. Slide his cock against your cunt just to make you beg, fuck he’d love to hear you beg right now.

“Seungmin, you okay?” You asked and he nodded his head, smiling innocently.

“Mhm, I’m okay. Could you come here though and check something?”

You walked over to where he was sitting and watched as he slid back, exposing the faint outline of his dick. You softly placed your hand against the side of his neck.

“I see the problem.”

“Yeah, I would hope so but are you willing to fix it?”

You squeezed his neck.

“I am actually.”

“Good, because if you stood there any longer looking at me the way that you did then I would have pulled you away myself. It wouldn’t have been pretty either.” He slid his hand between your thick thighs, squeezing the one closest to him. “Was that a sort of threat?”

“Mm no, a threat would be me not letting you cum but because you’re so gorgeous and you’re wearing these tight leggings, I might just have to give you whatever you want.”

Jeongin: 

Jeongin hid his face in the side of your neck, grinning hard. “I can’t believe you sent me that.”

You tilted your head back against his shoulder, laughing. “I’m sorry? Should I have given you a warning before sending it?”

He wrapped his arms around your sides. “I..-yes. No, yes. Love, I’m stumbling over my words right now.” He was embarrassed, nothing could have prepared him to see the picture of you. You were growing more comfortable and confident around him and receiving a picture of you in a sweater that hung off one of your shoulders, and some thigh highs. It was a mirror picture and he shouldn’t have stared at it as long as he had but there was no turning away from it.

You were peeking and spilling out in the hottest way, showing more skin and thickness than before. It was sinful.

“You’re adorable.”

He shook his head against your shoulder. “You can’t call me adorable when I’m rocking a hard-on and thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking at this moment.”

“Oh? But, you’re not afraid to text lewd things to me.”

He squeezed your tummy softly. “You’re right but if I open my mouth and let these lewd things come on, I’m not stopping until you’re rubbing your thighs together. Meaning…” You raised your hand up immediately.

“I’ll be good but after I ask, did you notice I was wearing the anklet you gave me?”

“I noticed…”

“Quite possessive of you when I already have you around my neck. Guess you thought about doing it while I ride-” Jeongin covered your mouth with his hand.

“I’ll be good!”

“Fine, fine. You can be good but I’m not.” He mumbled lowly.

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val's to-read list:

since it's getting long and there's also a mixture of tumblr and ao3 fics to read. these are in no particular order but i'll categorize them by rating to make my life easier.

strikethrough = finished/read

green = in progress

gen

flowers - dreamescapeswriting (ot8/reader)

love speaks in flowers - linovely (jisung/reader)

kisses - myjisung (chan/reader)

teen and up

in daylights, in sunsets - bloomering (minho/jisung)

light me up - dawnshine (minho/jisung)

citrine summers - glissandos (minho/jisung)

fist that helps you survive - midzyzen (minho/jisung)

growing pains - asgeir (minho/jisung)

come back home - xtyokhcin (ravn/hwanwoong)

keep going (hoping it never ends) - solcadit (hwanwoong/xion)

to love and be loved - lotus-dly (hyunjin/chan/reader)

important to me - dreamescapeswriting (chan/reader)

lover of mine - sulfurcosmos (chan/reader)

the way i loved you - dreamescapeswriting (ot8/reader)

long distance - dreamescapeswriting (ot8/reader)

bruised - thebangtancloud (felix/reader)

explicit

five stars - mazauric (hyunjin/jeongin, jisung/minho, felix/changbin, chan/minho) !!MAJOR WARNINGS!!

traces of rain on your skin - szaira (ravn/hwanwoong)

arms - chanshoesunite (chan/reader)

killing me slowly - inkedtae (chan/reader)

kinktober day3 - ballelino (changbin/reader)

kinktober day 5 - ballelino (jisung/reader)

koala - tasteleeknow (chan/reader)

scene stealers - cb97percent (chan/reader)

looking for sydney - cb97percent (chan/reader)

the punchline - cb97percent (chan/reader, minho/reader, changbin/reader, hyunjin/reader, felix/reader)

you, and going back - staytheword (changbin/reader)

i was always alone until you came along - straylightdream (chan/reader)

inexperienced w/ felix - ballelino (felix/reader)

ache - i4lixie (felix/reader)

felix as ur problematic fav - hynjnhwng (felix/reader?)

felix's lucky - ppiri-bahng (felix/reader)

angel baby - erotichan (chan/reader)

you, and the maple tree - staytheword (changbin/reader)

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sometimes if nobody's writing what you want, you gotta write it yourself

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asking for a pillow to cuddle with when you stay over as a prank

i. skz x reader

ii. @meowmeowisdaname @h0neydewmoon @snow-pegasus @starlostseungmin @spicyfrogbrain @venustired @chriscentric @l3visbby @abiaswreck @septicrebel

Chan

Gets extremely pouty

Doesn’t understand why you need the pillow

“I’m literally right here! All warm and ready to be cuddled and you ask for a pillow?”

He would whine if you decided to cuddle the pillow and not him until you gave up and ended the night in his arms

Minho

He would blink twice at you and then at the pillow in his hand

“Why?”

You’d explain that the only way you can sleep is if you are hugging something

“Am I not good enough to cuddle anymore? Why do you need a pillow when I’m right here?”

Would also get pouty

Changbin

Would level you with an unamused look knowing you’re up to something

“I’m sorry did you just ask for a pillow to cuddle when I’m right here?”

Would also pout for show at the fact that you don’t want to cuddle him

“Pillows can’t make you feel safe though can they? Cmon y/n just cuddle me please?”

(Plus that chest? Those arms?? You’re insane to pick a pillow over him even if it is a prank.)

Hyunjin

A scoff would leave this man for sure at your audacity

“So a pillow is better than me? No—no I get it y/n that’s fine.”

Would pull away from your touch, maybe even dramatically cry

Wouldn’t put it past him to hog all the pillows so you’re forced to cuddle him

Jisung

When you ask for the pillow to cuddle he simply shakes his head

“Sorry none to spare. Guess you’re going to have to settle for me instead.”

“But you have three right—.”

“Why do you not want to cuddle me? I’m better than any pillow.”

Would also hog all of the pillows from you pt. 2

Felix

Would be hurt by the fact that you ask for a pillow

His eyes would get all big and wide, looking confused at the request

“Why? What’s wrong? Did I do something? Are you mad at me? Why can’t we cuddle?”

You’d have to tell him it was a prank and make it up to him with kisses you’d just HAVE to

Seungmin

Would launch the pillow at your face

“Here’s your precious pillow. If you get cold don’t come crawling over here.”

Would build a pillow wall between the two of you

“There since you don’t want to cuddle me I put pillows here as well.”

Even when you tell him it’s a prank he’s still pout at you but eventually take you into his arms

Jeongin

He doesn’t say anything at first just looks at you confused

“But we always cuddle? Why are you asking for a pillow?”

When you tell him you need it to sleep bhe just frowns

“Have you not been sleeping well cuddling me? I’m sorry here you go,” he says dejectedly as he hands you a pillow.

“I’ll put on behind you too so that you can have one if you flip over during the night.”

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welcome (back) to district nine writers' guild!

Thanks to everyone who applied and expressed interest in joining us. We're excited to welcome our new members and to welcome back our returning members!

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Thanks again, everyone, and we look forward to the network's new era!

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🎧SCENE STEALERS: Series Masterlist

«GENERAL MASTERLIST» · «ABOUT/FAQ» · «ASK/REQUEST»

❗ DISCLAIMER: Please read About & FAQs before you engage. All work incorporates afab!Reader insert unless otherwise stated.

LEGEND 📓Release status/Rating · 🖤Pairing · 🪐Universe · 🏷️Genre/Trope · 🚨 Warnings

SCENE STEALERS (42.5k)

SYNOPSIS As an aspiring producer, you're auditing some classes from the College of Music. Meanwhile one of the TAs, Chris (a.k.a everyone's crush Channie boy), happens to co-host a podcast. a.k.a 3RACHA decides to start a podcast featuring indie artists and events ensue (feat. all kinds of 3RACHA shenanigans).

📓Explicit, Complete 🖤Bang Chan x Reader · Changbin x Reader 🪐College AU, Podcast Hosts!3RACHA 🏷️Comedy, Feel-good, Witty, Mutual Pining, Smut, Occasional Fluff, Love triangle-ish but not really

📖CONTENT · Episode #1: Start Line · Episode #2: Artist Identity · Episode #3: Anatomy of a Song · Episode #4: Beats & Lyrics · Episode #5: Recording Vocals · Episode #6: Groove · Episode #7: Climax of Melody · Episode #8: Arrangement, Mixing, and Mastering

SCENE STEALERS 2: SENIOR YEAR (20.7k)

SYNOPSIS Bigger and certainly more chaotic sequel to Scene Stealers. 📓Chapter 3/6: Explicit, Hiatus 🖤Bang Chan x Reader · Lee Know x Han feat. Guest pairs (all members make an appearance)  🪐College AU 🏷️Comedy, Smut, a pinch of Angst, Occasional Fluff

📖CONTENT · Chapter 1: Wherevator · Chapter 2: Going Dumb · Chapter 3: Triple Knot

🔜UPCOMING CHAPTERS · Victory Song · Ponenter · We Run (This Shit)

«GENERAL MASTERLIST» · «ABOUT/FAQ» · «ASK/REQUEST»

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