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itsskierr · 8 days ago

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☆°. — aphrodite ; hhj

genre: smut, fluff

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

wc: 4.4k

warnings/ content: established relationship, hyunjin is very needy and obsessive, body worship (feet stuff..... hear me out y'all), oral (f receiving), SLIGHT foot job HEAR ME OUT Y'ALL, also not edited because i'm lazy

author's note: okay. you all need to hear me out because i didn't know this fic woul dabble into unknown territory but trust me it's NOT a feet kink kinda fic it's a body worship fic!!!! don't let the mention of feet stop you from this fic pls i swear it makes sense with hyunjin ( @astraystayyh can confirm i converted her). also this fic is inspired by so many different things i can't name them all, but one of them is this song.

Your body registered the deep grunt before your brain properly did; you tensed, the hairs on your skin standing straight, your core tingling with delight. You gave the man in your bed a curious look, one eyebrow raised; and you almost sighed out in response. Hyunjin was in nothing but boxers, your blanket – long smelling of him, or a mixture of you and him, or sex and him – lazily draped over his lean body, not necessarily to cover him but just because it was there. And it was barely covering him, in the first place; revealing his entire upper body and one leg which he couldn’t hold still, digging it into your mattress, or stretching. His shaved head was buried in your pillows – also holding his scent, reminding you of the times you pulled it close to your body and breathed it in whenever he couldn’t stay overnight – and he looked tortured, somehow. Laying on his side but writhing, half of his face hidden in the pillowcase before he sighed out hopelessly, and threw himself on his back. His body tensed with the movement, abdomen clenching and revealing muscle, shoulders protruding, the skin there stretching thinly, and it gave you the godliest sight. And then he looked at you. Finally. Deep eyes locking with yours, reading you, pleading you, begging you for something yet unspoken. But you could tell he was; his telltale puppy eyes, his blown out pupils, his quivering lip. His scrunched, full brows. Not only could you look at him forever, you also knew he wanted something. Something from you.

You cocked your head, stopped in your work – assignments you needed to complete, deadlines you had to meet, and Hyunjin had complained about it plenty when you had left the bed to sit at your desk. His hand had not let go of you until the very last moment, tracing your curves while you had stood up and put on a shirt of his, having been thrown to the floor mindlessly last night, or earlier that day, you weren’t quite sure. Time was hardly ever separable with him, minutes becoming hours becoming days, and nights, and you never knew when one ended and the other began. Hyunjin’s fingers had caressed your body up until the very point you’d been unreachable to him, and you had felt his touch linger on your skin, hot and scorching, when you sat before your laptop. You had also heard his moans and grunts of protest, but you had done your best to tease at him; despite everything in your body screaming to just slide back into his arms, warm and long and inviting, steady.

And your body was screaming now, too. He looked so adoring, so comfortable. He looked so desperate looking at you, chest heaving with his breathing, as if to tempt you on purpose, as if to navigate your attention towards it. To the smooth skin of his body, his prominent collarbones scattered with love bites, his hardened nipples. It wasn’t cold in the room.

You caught his face again. If he’d noticed you staring he didn’t let you know, and you broke under his gaze, eventually.

“What’s up babe.” The tone of you voice didn’t ask a question, and you chuckled when he groaned again and let his hand drag over his face. Utterly tortured. So dramatic. You rolled your eyes with a smile even though he couldn’t see, too busy being tragic. He huffed out, looked at you again.

Suddenly shy; you thought you caught him blush.

“This song makes me so horny.”, he muffled into the pillow, turning in your bed again, stomach now hidden, exposing his back instead. He had barely spoken the words when you started laughing, brightly. You registered the song playing on your speakers, one on your joined playlist, the deep bass and sensual melody filling the room, the echoes and lazy voices setting a nice mood if combined with the vanilla scented candles you had lit, the dim lights you had turned on. The sunset you had opened the blinds for. You laughed because it was absurd. Because Hyunjin looking so pained, so desperate and tense because of a song was amusing; but it made sense.

Of course he would get horny over a song. Of course he would remember how you had stood between his legs just hours prior while he sat on the closed toilet seat, only a towel wrapped around his waist while this very song was playing from your phone. Of course he would remember how you had dried your hair right in front of him, chest inches away from his face, how he had tried to continue the oh so innocent conversation you had started, adamant to look into your eyes, to look up, to not let himself get distracted, how he had grown weak and started kissing your breasts, instead, eventually. As if he’d been bound to. With the song setting the mood hours prior too, how he had started letting his fingers dance upon your outer thighs before finding your core, asking for permission with big, dark eyes. It made sense that he would remember how you had sighed his name when the tongue of his had found your nipple, when his free hand started softly caressing your sides, your waist, your hips, cupping your chest, licking you, kissing you, fingering you so softly only minutes after you’d had made love in the shower. And in bed before that. And on the couch in your living room before that.

Of course Hyunjin would remember how the song had played every time your lips clashed together, when his hands found your mounds, intertwined with your fingers, when your scent, your taste met his mouth; he was your hopeless romantic, after all, always caught on the mundane, fixated on the very nihil and it always meant the world to him. A song. Of course a song would mean the world to him; if only it reminded him of you.

But still you laughed. Teased him. Because sometimes you liked to, and sometimes you just couldn’t let him distract you, as much as you would want him to. You watched his writhing figure, but couldn’t for too long; the muscles in his back spasmed with every bass in the song, and his arms tensed when he let them disappear beneath the pillow, hugging it. Something about it was sinful, suggestive. You imagined your own body there, between his arms, in place of the pillow, how his face would lay on your stomach, how his hot breath would fan over your skin, how good he would make you-

“Don’t laugh at me.”, he whined. He hadn’t seen you stare. Thankfully. He would have been the one teasing long already, and you converted your eyes back to your laptop. Deep breaths. Taking deep. Deep. Breaths.

“It is kinda funny, you have to admit.”, you breathed, huffing amusement past your nose. If you weren’t looking at him, teasing was far easier. And then he groaned again, deep, a little raspy, and it reminded you that, no, it was never easier with him. Your ears were as much slave to his eros as your eyes were, his voice as tantalising as his body was. He tsked, and you heard him ruffle again. “It’s not… fuck…”, he sighed, and a magnet pulled your eyes towards him. His own ones were buried in his elbow, as though hiding his face from you would make him less embarrassed, or less horny, or gave you less a reason to laugh at him. His brows scrunched, and he hummed before his body moved. Before his hips rolled a little into the mattress, into your mattress; at least that’s what you think they were doing. You couldn’t tell for sure under the thick blanket, but you knew him enough to guess. You knew the patterns of his muscles enough to recognize it, and you almost copied him, almost rubbed yourself against nothing, onto thin air. Another hum, and he moved to turn around again.

“I’m so hard.” This time he said it with a self-deprecating laugh himself, hiding his face in his hand, and you wanted to lick it, each of his fingers, reminded of how he had pushed two of them past your lips under the shower. How he had looked at you while doing so. How he had fucked your mouth with them, slowly, making you gag on digits so long with eyes so hooded and dark that you had come moments later. You were sure the chair beneath you was wet now. Your panties sure as hell were.

He looked up at you from beneath his lashes. Fuck. Hyunjin turned to his side, to face you, to be closer to you; his face contorted in pain or pleasure then, you couldn’t decipher, but it had the same effect on you anyways. One arm of his reached out, falling over the edge of the mattress. Calling you silently. Tempting you.

“Please, babe. Come back to bed.”

You considered it. Your work wasn’t even half-way done and it was calling you, your laptop screaming your name loudly, but Hyunjin was screaming it louder. With his eyes, with his body. With his fingers that reached you, fanning over your shivering leg. Lulling you, intoxicating you.

You considered it, but you only smiled at your lover. “I have to finish this, love.” You weren’t lying. But you wanted him at the very edge. Not normally the one to behave the way you did this moment, but you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the whine which tore through Hyunjin’s throat, frustrated and dissatisfied. As if you were all the salvation in the world. As if you were the only one capable of releasing him from the depths of hell.

“Please. It hurts.”

His words were but a whisper, pout written over his features, lips so plump and pink and you thought you heard him downright pant. Maybe he was at the very edge already, had been for longer you initially believed.

You chuckled, feigning coyness, pretended to understand whatever the hell you had written on your Word Document when you looked at it again. The words were a blur, the meaning more so; you only felt Hyunjin’s fingers on your leg, pleading.

“I have to finish this, babe. You can… relieve yourself. Can’t you?” Giving him a bashful look over the shoulder, and it was Hyunjin’s turn to laugh now. A deep laugh, not so much amused as surprised. He turned to lay on his back again; when you glinted over at his body, you believed to see the faint outline of his erection when the blanket betrayed him. He let his palm smooth over his body, over his stomach down to his abdomen, looking sultry while doing so, his body tensing due to his very own ministrations. He knew you were looking at him; and you really, really shouldn’t have. Because there was no way you would finish your work now.

“Oh yeah? You would like that, wouldn’t you? If I touched myself?”

As if to emphasize his words he let his hand wander further down, palming himself over his boxers. You could only half see, the blanket covering him mostly, but you saw enough. You saw his veiny hands on his sex, alluring, calling you when he gave himself a squeeze which tickled a moan out of him. You hummed in response; neither affirmative nor negative, and you heard Hyunjin turn around in your sheets again when you discarded your eyes from him completely. Felt his fingers on your calf again. Felt his hand – warm, slightly sweaty, trembling – close around your ankle then, suddenly, catching you off guard. He turned you around in your working chair and pulled you closer by your leg, and you giggled when you faced him, his face by your feet you rested on the edge of the bed, hand still enclosing your ankle.

Something deep, something in the pit of your stomach fluttered when you watched Hyunjin look up at you. When you noticed how his touch felt on your skin. How it ignited you. How it weakened you. A gasp turned to a breathless chuckle when Hyunjin’s lips connected to the foot he yet held in his palm. One kiss atop it and his hand slid slightly upwards, up your calf, up where he knew you were sensitive. Always along the inner side, with fingers delicate, with touches featherlight because he knew you liked the way it tickled. He caressed your foot with his lips, giving it wet kisses. Along every inch and he loved the way you tensed beneath his touch. He loved to watch your brows furrow when he gave your toe a kitten lick before kissing it, lavishing, bathing in the feeling of you. In the intimacy you provided. In the fact that you allowed him to love you like this, so openly, so desperately.

So obsessively. Hyunjin would say that a lot; that he was obsessed with you. Obsessed with everything about you. In between kisses he would whisper it into your ear, or mumble it into your neck before biting down at the skin there, or sighing it into your pussy when he couldn’t seem to disconnect from it for hours. You would hear it so often, and yet you never grew used to it. Initially, you failed to understand just how obsessed your lover was with you; because the first time he had kissed your foot – his hard erection had been deep inside you and one leg of yours had lay atop his shoulder so he could reach even deeper, and he had pecked it, mindlessly, as though a bodily instinct, a biological reaction – you had flinched, drew back your leg in surprise. He had apologized, you had reassured him. Had confronted him later, though; because you had been perplexed.

“No.”, he had said, “it’s not a… fetish. I just love you. I don’t know.”, upon your question why he hadn’t told you sooner if this was something he liked.

“I like that, though.”, he had breathed when you had looked embarrassed, that part of your surprise had been the sheer fact that you hadn’t prepared for it. That your feet had been calloused, wearing long weeks of work. Your nails had been cut carelessly, they hadn’t been painted. “I would have, like, gotten a pedicure, if you told me you were into that.” Hyunjin had shook his head, almost frantically. “I love the way they are right now. They’re… natural. They show how hard you work. That you, like… walk on this earth. I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

Not a fetish, you had realized then; adoration. He carried a deep adoration for your body. For every part of it. And ever since then you had understood his obsession a little better.

So you let him kiss your feet now. Because he did so eagerly. Humming against your skin, lost in you as if kissing you, tickling you, licking and lapping you up was bringing him pleasure beyond human comprehension. And you could only watch, mesmerized. Baffled. That a man so beautiful loved you. That a man so perfect obsessed over you. That he now looked up at you, deer eyes beneath deep lashes, and he was breathless, panting.

“Let me taste your pussy, please.”

You hissed at his voice, at his hot breath against your ankle, at his brows which formed a line from how much he was frowning in frustration. You hissed from the implication of his words; no, not the implication. He wasn’t implying anything; he was downright begging. Shamelessly. Openly. For something so vulnerable, something which was so intimately, so carnally a part of you. He was begging for the most carnal part, and he was doing it so helplessly. So prettily. You thought he had never looked more beautiful than this. Than when he was loving you.

You nodded with heaving chest, spread your legs on the chair, shuffled forward a little; Hyunjin didn’t even bother with your underwear. He pulled your panties to the side, quickly, as though you were granting him a wish he would have never expected to come true, jaw hanging slack with anticipation, eyes blown out a deep black. He lapped you up. He didn’t wait for another word, didn’t waste another second. You gasped when you felt his mouth on your soaked warmth, now even warmer, now that he was breathing against you. Breathing deeply, breathing hotly. Whispering a low, throaty “Fuuck.” right into your pussy which muffled most of his noises, which absorbed all of them and made it her own. Which fluttered when he licked at your clit, mouth open so widely as though he couldn’t get enough of you. As though he would never taste you enough, never stuff himself enough with you, never be close enough to you. Mouth open so widely as though he wanted to inhale you whole, not only your sex, your clit, your wetness. You. To make you part of him, to make you connected to him through some sort of outer force.

It was when he kissed up and down your lips that you lost your heart a little. It was then when you noticed he was lost in his own pleasure. That he was kissing you because he wanted to kiss you. Not because he knew you liked it. Not solely. That he was making out with your pussy, mouth latching onto your labia, wandering up to the hood over your clit and down the puffy skin again to kiss near your slit because he was losing himself in you. Because he wasn’t even looking at you. Hyunjin’s eyes were closed, shut so tight the skin between his brows was wrinkled, his jaw trembling. His breath shaking against you. His deep grunts resonating somewhere deep inside your core. Depths only he ever reached. Only he was capable to.

When you moaned his name, called it out desperately and let it materialize in the room, letting it take space in the relative silence, he finally looked at you. Finally granted you his entire attention. Finally blessed you with the sight of him; eyes bloodshot, hooded, almost sleepy. Almost as if he had awoken from a trance. Hyunjin hummed in response, knowingly. Breathed you in deeper, licked a heavy stripe from your slit up. That was for you now. Now he was pushing your buttons, pushing them so knowingly, so aware it made you dizzy. He knew you, he chased your high with you.

His hand – big, warm, steady – pushed against your inner thigh, gently but you complied. You spread your legs further, granted Hyunjin more space. More space to make you feel good, more space to show love. He sucked at your clit, watching as you threw your head back. Smiling to no one but himself because he had expected it. Your legs twitched, your muscles spasming against your will, but you let them. Your right leg resting on the mattress lazily and Hyunjin played with it. Letting his fingers slide up and down your calf, always on the inner side, until he tickled at the underside of your knee, until you whined out and he knew to wander down with his fingers again. He caressed your ankle then. Scratching your skin with his nails, a little, slightly. Not enough to hurt, only to elicit wanted reaction; a hiss, a breath caught in your throat.

You hadn’t paid attention, so you didn’t know when exactly your foot touched Hyunjin’s erection, accidentally. You must have spread your legs just a little further – it was never enough, the pleasure he granted you intoxicating and you chased it with every nerve in your body, with everything you had in you – and you had only heard the heart-ripping moan from the man. So loud it scared you at first, before you understood, before you looked down at him, at his erection, at him again. Down his body, down his toned chest and tensed abdomen and at his erection again; you were able to see the wet patch on his boxers. The desperation in his eyes when you locked them again. He had put his own pleasure to the side for your own; and if he hadn’t lied to you about the pain, then he had been hurting for quite a while. Looking at you to just ease him off the pain. Any way you wanted to, any way possible, he didn’t care. As long as you eased him off it, as long as you freed him from the torment.

It was awkward, but you tried to get past his waistband with your toe. It must have tickled more than it did anything else because you caught Hyunjin’s skin shiver, the toned lines on his stomach protruding suddenly as the muscles there tightened. But he understood. Without breaking his lips off you, without even looking away from you – hungry eyes still following your every move, every expression in your face – he freed himself quickly with one hand, and your mouth filled with water you could barely keep behind your lips. You moaned out, too; simply at the sight of him, because he had shoved away his boxers so carelessly, because he was showing himself to you so readily, for you to take him with all you had. Even if it was pathetic. Even if he seemed desperate. Even if his precum was dripping down in thick beads onto your mattress, looking like a pearl necklace was adorning him. Hyunjin rolled his hips into nothing, searching for your touch when he saw the look in your eyes. The hunger there. When he saw how you bit your lip, how you cursed out.

“You’re not hard babe; you’re basically cumming.”

And Hyunjin hummed into your pussy, eyes closing, making him see stars, more even when you touched him. Delicate foot on his tip, and you didn’t even need to move; the man started chasing his high momentarily. He was so eager, grinding against the little contact of skin you granted him, but it was enough. And you knew he wouldn’t last long. His fingers dug into your thigh, his other feeling you up, feeling you everywhere, reaching to cup your breast above your shirt, higher up then when the lack of your skin disturbed him, when he found home on your neck, closed his palm around it softly.

You let your hand slide across his short hair, nails on his scalp at his touches. There wasn’t much to pull on anymore; Hyunjin had admitted that he missed the feeling, that the only downside to his new hairstyle was the fact you couldn’t tug at it anymore. He had admitted that he missed the pressure, the sting of pain. He had mumbled it into your neck while he’d been deep inside you, the very first day after he’d shaved it, after you’d confessed how good he looked. You had pulled him closer back then, had arched your back to connect your chest with his; Hyunjin had whined when your nails had dug into the sensitive skin of his scalp, and had kissed you feverishly after.

And he was now whining without control, too. Whining at the sting of pain, whining because he was so, so close, rolling and rolling himself against you, quick and quicker and with a body so tense, so shivering, so trembling. He was whining because he couldn’t get enough of your taste, of your scent, because as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Because he felt so, so good. But he wanted to watch you. He wanted to see your mouth while it breathed his name, while it fell slack before a scream ripped through it. Wanted to see how you threw your head back, how your body convulsed against him, back arching, thighs closing, your free hand finding the one he had on your throat. Because you needed something to hold on to. Because he knew you were so, so close. He felt you shake, your legs quiver, he heard his name out of your mouth a couple notes higher, a little breathier, a little more carnal. He loved it when you said his name like that. He loved how it sounded in your mouth, sensual, pleading. Sweet.

And he came. Without much warning, but with spasms, because he just couldn’t take it anymore. Not with how mindlessly your foot lay on his now softening cock, with how hard you were groping at him; not just his head, everywhere. How much closer you seemed to need him. He couldn’t help it with how you smelled, sweeter now that you were close and wetter, oh so wet, drowning his chin in your essence, and he didn’t bother to clean himself up. He let himself be wet; let his own release stick to his abdomen, let it trickle down to his hips, let his chin be wet with you, wettened it even more by pushing himself deeper into you, nose wet too now, lips long soaked, mouth so full of you he grunted deeply, lapped you up, sucked your clit; and he felt you cumming, too.

And he finally looked up at you, needed to see you. And the sight was heavenly, wishing he could look at you forever. When you were like this. When you moved like this. When you felt this good; felt this good because of him. Because of his mouth which drank you up, cleaned you, inhaled you. Your eyes in the back of your head, your face contracting, your jaw tightening so hard that it shivered, that your lips quivered with it. You were flush, your hair all over you; knowing you, Hyunjin was sure you wouldn’t like the sight of yourself, wouldn’t understand why he grew hard again simply watching you. Why his breath caught in his throat when you looked at him, lashes damp, lip spit-laced, and whispering your name because it was “Too much.��. Just because Hyunjin could never stop when he started. Because he never got enough of your taste, long after you finished. Because he always drove you over the edge a second, a third time, only until his jaw pained him, when his lips went numb. When his heart filled with you so much he swore he couldn’t take it; and yet swore greedily, swore selfishly, that it would never be enough.

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itsskierr · 18 days ago

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instinct | chan

i. sunday (4.5k)

But sometimes, rarely, in little moments like this, you feel the tension.

The unspoken, simple reminder that you are an alpha, and Chan is not.

ii. monday (5k)

There’s a warm feeling in your chest, an almost squeezing sensation, as you watch him.

It looks good. He looks good. You should probably tell him this – for some unfathomable reason, Chan refuses to believe himself good-looking – but the words can’t seem to leave your mouth right now.

iii. monday evening (7.9k)

“A rut…with Hyunjin?”

You think it over, what those words entail, just how surreal they sound. For just a moment, you try to picture it.

You don’t notice Chan glancing over at you as you do so.

iv. tuesday (5.3k)

“So, we’re talking about an omega.”

You blanch. “No.”

“Hypothetically,” Seungmin adds, tilting his head. “Some kind of hypothetical omega friend of yours.”

v. wednesday (6.7k)

“Can I…ask you something kind of personal?”

You frown. “Yeah, sure?”

Chan looks you straight in the eye. “Why are you going through your rut alone?”

vi. thursday (3.7k)

But when the door finally opens, the scent hits you before anything else, and you nearly melt.

Chan.

Chan’s here.

…Oh, fuck. Chan’s here.

vii. friday (5.2k)

This is supposed to be something to share with someone.

And now that the thought has entered your mind, you can’t give it up.

You need to make someone feel good, make them happy, to put all your thoughts and energy into.

You need someone.

viii. saturday (6.7k)

You don’t want to confront the fact that you had basically begged one of your closest friends to come to your room and fuck you until your brain stops working, but as you’re growing more and more lucid, you know it’s only a matter of time before you have to. “I think I’m just…I don’t know, embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Chan says, firmly.

ix. sunday (5.1k)

If you only had this day left, if Chan was still just here as a favour…

Well, it’s high time you return that favour. Maybe give Chan a glimpse of what things could be like, should he…should the two of you…

You swallow at the thought, already getting nervous.

x. tuesday (2.5k)

Jisung scoffs under his breath. “You guys are going to be so sickening, I can tell.”

“Excuse you,” you say, pouting. “We’re going to be cute as fuck, and you know it.”

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itsskierr · 18 days ago

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Where You Belong

Fem!Reader When you move into a house with 8 men for sixth months, one seems to be doing everything he can to make you want to stay.

pt1 >> pt2

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The day had been long, stretching endlessly as you navigated your shift. Your feet ached, and your shoulders sagged under the weight of exhaustion. Moving, working, and trying to rebuild some semblance of stability in your life had left you drained.

You hadn’t expected life to take such a sudden turn. It was only a week ago that you found yourself packing up what little you had, unsure where you’d go next. The breakup had been ugly- words thrown like weapons, blame passed back and forth until there was nothing left but silence. The apartment, once shared, wasn’t yours anymore.

That’s when your best friend had swooped in with a lifeline: her brother had just moved out of his shared house, and there was a room open, rent already paid for six months in advance. It was a win-win situation. You needed a place to stay, and they needed the extra support with a few miscellaneous things until they found a permanent replacement.

You’d been hesitant, but it wasn’t like you had much choice, and desperation had won out. Now here you were, living in a house with eight men you hadn’t even met yet. Little enough stuff to move within a few hours before your shift, you hadn’t encountered any of them yet. Supposedly, they were away for the weekend. It had been a relief to have some time to yourself to adjust before the chaos of introductions.

The bus ride home from work felt endless, the sun already dipping below the horizon by the time you arrived at the house. Juggling your bag and keys, you pushed the door open, letting the what would soon be familiar warmth of the house greet you.

Kicking off your shoes and placing them by over twenty pairs of men’s sneakers and boots, you set your bag down and ran a hand through your hair, sighing deeply. The house was quiet, as expected, and you padded toward the kitchen, hoping to find something quick to eat before collapsing into bed.

But as you rounded the corner, you stopped in your tracks.

There, standing at the stove, back to you, was a man. He was tall, lean, and undeniably striking, his figure illuminated by the soft glow of the kitchen light. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist that would be enough to spark envy in anyone, and his skin seemed to catch the light just right, showing off the subtle definition of his muscles. He was wearing nothing but sweatpants, slung low on his hips, exposing the faint lines of his torso that dipped into private territory. A small scar rested low on his stomach, barely noticeable but still catching your attention.

The room felt too quiet, save for the faint sizzle of whatever he was cooking. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak.

And then, as if sensing your presence, he turned.

For a split second, his gaze locked onto yours. His expression was unreadable at first- neutral, almost bored- but then his eyes widened slightly, his brows drawing together in confusion. His gaze flicked downward, to where your eyes were unashamedly staring and suddenly, his arms moved to cover himself, one hand crossing over his lower abdomen while the other hovered near his chest.

“Who-” His voice was low, quiet but sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife. He didn’t finish the question, his eyes narrowing as if trying to place you.

“Hi,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He blinked, his expression darkening slightly before he turned abruptly, retreating down the hall without another word.

You stood there, heart hammering, unsure whether to follow or give him space. The faint sound of a door closing reached your ears, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

A moment later, he reemerged, now wearing an oversized hoodie that hung loosely over his frame. His hair was still damp, sticking to his forehead in places, and his cheeks were faintly pink, though you weren’t sure if it was from exertion or embarrassment.

As he walked back toward you, a cat darted in front of him, and in his rush to avoid stepping on it, he tripped. His arms flailed slightly, and before you could think, you reached out instinctively.

Your hands landed on his chest as he caught himself on the counter, his other hand gripping the edge for balance.

“Careful,” you murmured, your voice shaky.

He didn’t respond right away, his gaze locked on yours. Up close, his features were even more striking- sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and eyes that seemed to pierce right through you.

He cleared his throat, stepping back and brushing past you. “Who are you?”

“Y/N,” you said quickly. “Your new roommate. Didn’t anyone tell you?”

There was a long pause before he finally spoke. “We thought… we thought you were a guy.”

You blinked. “A guy? I thought...?”

His brow twitched, and he muttered something under his breath before turning back toward the stove. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed, flustered, or some combination of both. He then turned back around, running his fingers through his long hair and undeniably fluffy looking hair. His eyes wide and fiery.

"Not at all - why would we let a girl move in with 8 men?!" He said, his voice suddenly defensive.

"I don't know I thought you guys were desperate! Why are you even here?!"

"Because I live here?!"

"You were supposed to be gone!"

"Well plans change-"

Heat rushed to your face as you processed his words. “I didn’t know you didn’t know. My friend…she just said the room was available, and I assumed-”

“It’s fine.” he interrupted, his voice sharp but shaky. He let out a small sigh, leaning against the counter. “It’s…fine. Just a misunderstanding. A huge one, though. An annoying one.”

You stepped forward prepared to scold him. "That's really rude-"

"YAH!" He screamed out and he quickly rushed to squat and shoo his cat who you were dangerously close to stepping on away. The quick movement giving him little time to properly balance, so he reached out and grab you for stability.

You tensed as his large hands were wrapped around your calf and back upper thigh, and you immediately tried to pull back which only resulted in you falling on your rear and the guy landing on one knee, his hand in between your legs.

When he realized the situation he turned a deep red and fell back, his hand landing on the cats tail- making the moment even more chaotic and his original act of playing hero all for naught.

Before either of you could respond, the sound of the footsteps echoed through the house. Voices followed-loud, boisterous, and distinctly male. Accompanied with the sound of even more animals. Your eyes widened in panic as the realization hit you. The rest of the housemates were also back.

“Minho-ah!” one of them called. “We’re home early to take care of you!”

The man on the floor with you- Minho, apparently- looked up and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

Before you could ask anything a group of guys spilled into the kitchen, their laughter and chatter dying abruptly as they took in the scene. Seven pairs of eyes darted between you and Minho, their expressions ranging from confusion to outright shock.

“Uh…” one of them began, his gaze lingering on Minho's angry face before shifting to you. “Hyung...what is going on here?”

Minho cleared his throat, covering the bottom half of his face as if to shield himself from their scrutiny. “This is Y/N...our new roommate.” His voice trailed off awkwardly.

Silence.

“Y/N?” another voice piped up, disbelief coloring his tone. “You mean…Y/N’s a girl?”

Minho shot you a sidelong glance, his lips quirking in a faint, frown. “Surprise,” he said dryly.

The room erupted into chaos- questions flying, even more chaos ensuing and Minho’s quiet sigh of resignation lost in the commotion.

You couldn’t help but freeze, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting you as you stood in front of the eight men, whose gazes who harbored an immense amount of shock and confusion, and realized you were in for a very interesting six months.

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Whispers Of The Night Masterlist

Summary: You just want to live a happy life, but currently, that wasn't happening. It's not until you meet 8 strangers who turn your life upside down and you discover what they are.

Genre: Vampire! Au, College! Au

Pairing: Stray Kids OT8 x Reader

Current Word Count: 15,580

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itsskierr · 22 days ago

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that's a warning

summary: your professor's age is not a problem to you. and neither is his dark secret... pairing: professor!chan x uni student!reader genre: dark academia, vampire!au, smut warnings: professor/student dynamic, age gap (unspecified), mentions of toxic friend, descriptions of blood, kissing, biting, eating out, blowjob, daddy kink (who's surprised?), ddlg implied, size kink, unprotected sex, forbidden relationship, insecurities, danger kink author's note: this is based on a dream i had + inspired by railway, obviously. read at your own risk 🥵 too many references to the song's lyrics in bold, sawrryyy word count: 3k

The moment you set your eyes on Professor Bang, you know that you need to have him. You've never felt an attraction so intense, so overpowering, so sinister in its obsession. You are willing to go to any lengths to get close to him. Even if it kills you.

It starts off innocent, almost childlike. The way you stay after his lectures to ask him silly questions (you know the answers to) about the homework. Sometimes you ask him about the location of other lecture halls (even though you've been to them hundreds of times). Sometimes you go to his office hours just to be alone with him (even though you are perfectly confident in understanding the study material).

At first, Chan accepts your incessant flood of questions with an easy-going smile. If he's being honest with himself, he likes the attention. It's been a while since someone's been that interested in talking to him. Especially someone so…young. Most students usually avoid his intense stare. He's been told it's far too intimidating. He tries to be welcoming to everyone but he's not sure he's doing a good job.

But as the semester nears its end, his patience wears thin. You always get full marks on your assignments and quizzes so he doesn't understand why you are constantly asking for his "help". And he's certain you know your way around the university better than any other student. You're always on time and your homework is flawless 100% of the time. So, he really doesn't get it. Are you messing with him? Is it funny to you to joke around with a poor old lonely professor?

Chan's decided he's had enough. And this time, when you catch him alone after the lecture, he's going to confront you.

"Cut the act," Professor Bang scolds you directly. "I know you know the answer to that question. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what, Professor Bang?" you ask innocently, while batting your eyelashes.

"Pretending you're dumb. It's obvious you're a top student, so why are you always asking me stuff?" he grunts and pins you down with his intense gaze you're so addicted to.

Hell, you've never felt more terrified. It excites you.

"Don't you know already?" you mumble quietly. You want to look away but you're trapped in his beautiful dark eyes. So you don't.

"Is it fun, messing with an old man like me, huh? Is it some stupid college dare?" Chan asks, his insecurities getting the worst of him.

"You're not old," you insist passionately. "There's no dare. I just…like you."

"You…like me?" he repeats in disbelief.

You nod furiously, trying to convince him of your sincerity.

"But…why?"

"What do you mean why? You're so smart and handsome and sometimes even cute. I like…how you explain stuff like you don't think anyone is dumb, you're so patient and…warm."

Huh. Warm? It's been a while since someone's used that word to describe him, Chan thought.

"You do realize we could both get in trouble if…" he can't even believe he's even considering this. "If we were to…pursue something outside of the university walls?"

Fuck it, he said it.

"I know. I won't tell anyone, I promise," you are desperately grasping at straws as you find yourself so close to the one thing you've ever wanted more than anything.

Professor Bang shakes his head.

"I'm not asking you to keep it a complete secret. Just…if you choose to share it with people, be careful who you trust."

"I understand, Professor, I'll be careful," you promise.

"And…call me Chris or Chan or something," he shrugs. "When it's just us two."

God. It's really happening.

"Let me take you out to a restaurant," he offers suddenly. "Tomorrow evening?"

"That sounds amazing!" you grin excitedly.

Your first date with Chan arrives and you are so happy you feel like you could die. You don't wanna jinx things so soon and don't tell anyone where you're going.

"You look stunning," he compliments your dress as he pulls a chair out for you.

"Thank you so much, Chris," you smile and take a seat. "You look absolutely dashing, as always."

He chuckles but doesn't respond rightaway.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just…I don't hear that much. Especially not from beautiful young women such as yourself."

"You're surely joking?" you frown. "Anyone would kill to be in my shoes right now."

"You're too kind," Chan replies, not seeming to believe your words and you decide to drop the subject. For now. "What would you like to drink?"

"Hmm…maybe some red wine?"

"Good choice," he smirks. "And food?"

"I'm really into pasta these days!" you squeal with excitement.

Chris orders for the two of you, making your heart flutter for the hundredth time. He's just…so dependable.

Till the food arrives, you busy yourselves with getting to know each other better. Outside of the university walls, it turns out you are both passionate about things other than academic endeavours. And with each glass of red, it becomes easier to share stuff about yourself with him.

As the evening nears its natural conclusion, Chan insists on paying the bill for the food and drinks.

"Now I feel bad," you pout adorably, clinging onto his arm for support, because all the wine made your legs slightly unstable. "Let's go for coffee!"

"I don't…really drink coffee," Chris confesses shyly.

"Tea, then! Please, I don't want to go home just yet. This night is so perfect, I don't want it to end."

"Okay, okay," he agrees easily.

You lead the way to one of your favourite cafés. This time, you excitedly pay for the warm beverages.

"It's snowing outside!" you marvel at the pretty snowflakes falling, illuminated by the street lights.

"Good thing we're all cozy and inside, then," Chan chuckles.

"Yeah…" you smile softly. "I really like you, Chan," you admit.

"I know, you said that a couple of times," he shakes his head, amused.

"Yes, but…you didn't say anything. Do you like me, too?" you inquire self-consciously.

"I do like you. You're very clever and funny and obviously super pretty."

"Really?" you blink furiously to stop yourself from tearing up. You don't get to hear something like that by someone you admire so much. Someone who inspires you to be as diligent and hard-working as him. Scratch that. You don't get to hear words like that very often. It sometimes strikes you how badly you need to be acknowledged for your efforts.

"You must know that."

"No, actually, I don't," you smile sadly. "But it's really nice of you to say it. True or not."

Chan stretches his hand out across the table to hold yours.

"Hey. It's true, okay?"

"Guess I'll stick around to find out, yeah? And maybe I'll help you believe it, too," you suggest.

"Maybe. I'd really like that."

And stick around you do. The next semester, Chan is no longer your Professor, so you don't have to worry so much about getting in trouble with the university's authorities. Eventually, as things start becoming more serious, you decide to share the news about your boyfriend's identity with a few of your closest friends.

Luckily, most of them are super supportive and happy about your relationship. They tell you that you've looked happier recently and are pleased to finally know the reason. There is one friend, however, who is completely against.

"I don't approve. You can't date him," she outright says.

"Can't? Excuse me?" you become aggravated. You've had some fights in the past, situations when she's been jealous of you hanging out with other friends and has done some toxic stuff behind your back. So, her reaction doesn't come as a complete surprise. But still, it sucks that she hasn't outgrown this kind of pettiness.

"He's like…too old for you. And the fact he was your Professor is just…gross."

"How can you say that? You've never even met him."

"Then, let me meet him."

"Why would you meet him if you've already made up your mind?"

"To make sure he's worthy of you, duh."

"That's my call to make. Not yours."

And with that, you leave. This is just…too much. Later, you talk to another friend about this situation to get a second opinion.

"Nah, fuck her. I mean, it's your relationship, she can't dictate how you feel or who you're seeing romantically."

"Right? That's exactly what I've been thinking."

"It sucks that she said those stuff but maybe you're better off," your other friend shrugs.

"Yeah…For the time being, I'll distance myself from her. If she starts acting like an adult, only then will I consider letting her back in."

"That's totally valid," your friend agrees. "Take your time and look after your mental health."

"Thank you so much. I knew you'd get it."

"Always!"

Soon after that, you hang out at Chan's place and you decide to talk talk to him about the falling-out with that toxic friend.

"Well, technically, I am too old for you."

"The fuck you are! Are you taking her side?" you cry out passionately.

"Hell, no! I'm just saying…you could find any college guy your age and…"

"No, shut up, Chris!" you shake your head, refusing to entertain such an idea. "I don't want anyone but you!"

"But I'm dangerous for you," Chan sighs. But you can't believe that. He's been nothing but kind and accepting in the short time you've known each other.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"You'd think I'm crazy if I told you," he grins somewhat devilishly. "It'd be better if I showed you instead. But then, I'd have to kill you."

"W-what?" you stammer, his behaviour totally unlike the gentle guy you're used to seeing.

Suddenly, Chris grabs your wrist and starts pulling you somewhere.

"W-where are we g-going?" you ask helplessly but he doesn't respond. He's too strong to fight him back so you just try to keep up with his speed and follow him down the stairs and into the basement. Where you'll find answers to questions you didn't even know you were supposed to be asking.

When he unlocks the door, you are greeted with red. A lot of it.

"What is all this?"

"Come on, sweetheart, I thought you were smarter than that," Chris chuckles.

"It's…blood banks," you state the obvious, feeling dumber than ever.

"Wow, you don't say," Chris replies sarcastically.

"Why…why do you have all this blood in your basement? Is it like a…kink thing?!" you gasp in shock.

"No, darling, it's not a kink thing," he laughs, the idea incredibly amusing. "Take a guess."

"Are you a serial killer?" you try to think of a logical explanation.

"You're too realistic," Chris sighs. "Think…something you never thought possible."

"You're…a vampire!" you exclaim triumphantly.

"Bingo," he confirms unenthusiastically. "So, your friend was correct to worry. I am too old for you. And bad for you. I never should have let this go so far."

You shake your head.

"N-no, she's not right," you disagree. "I don't care."

"You don't care?" Chris tilts your chin up, facing you directly. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to restrain myself from sucking your blood dry?"

You gulp nervously but refuse to believe he'd actually do that. Especially considering he hasn't done so already…

"Why did you become a Professor surrounded by so many humans if self-control is so hard for you?" you push back cleverly.

"It's never been a problem for me to control my thirst. Until you."

"Then, why did you let me get so close?" you inquire.

"Because I was weak…And lonely. I shouldn't have let you in."

Your eyes tear up with emotion.

"Are you saying you'd be happier without me?"

"Happier?" Chris scoffs. "No, I wouldn't be happier. But you would be safer without me."

"Fuck that," you argue. "I am safe when it's just you and me. Knowing you're a vampire changes nothing about how I feel about you."

"Then, you're even more insane than I am," Chris sighs, unable to deny the growing tension between you two.

You kiss him roughly to prove him right, digging your fingers into his soft hair. He kisses you back just as hungrily, incapable of letting you go.

Yes, he may be dangerous for you. But so are you. Willingly pursuing him, not running away from him despite knowing the truth.

He grabs your hair and pulls back, exposing your neck.

"Last chance to get out of here. That's a warning," Chris whispers darkly.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" you grin, completely trusting him.

Even if he was your Professor, even if he is way older than you than you initially thought, even if he is a blood-sucking predator, there is no one else you'd trust so unconditionally, so irrevocably.

"What if I hurt you?" he asks, a hint of worry making his dark eyes glow with warmth.

"You couldn't," you insist and close your eyes, tilting your neck. "You can bite me, if you want."

"You're crazy," Chris repeats.

"I trust you," you speak your thoughts out loud.

And this is his breaking point. He attacks your neck with his sharp fangs, not wanting to hold back any longer. The bite stings but in such a sweet way you would be happy to go, if this was your fate…As he drinks from you, you weakly wrap your hands around his neck for support, needing him to ground you. Just as badly as he needed one taste from your delicious blood. If your blood is what Chris needs for survival, then he will surely be your undoing.

Somehow, against all reason, Chan manages to detach his fangs from your neck.

"Fuck," he caresses your neck, smearing the blood all over your porcelain skin. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you murmur dazedly. "I'm okay."

He holds you close, kissing your cheeks and trying to clean up the mess he made.

"Let's get out of here," Chan suggests and lifts you in his arms, carrying you back to the coziness of his place.

"I don't mind," you reassure him. "You being a vampire, that is. I love every part about you. I love...you."

"You…love me?" Chan gasps in surprise.

"I do, I love you," you say once again for good measure.

He doesn't say anything, just kisses you again in disbelief. You hug him tightly, finding so much comfort in his arms. Whatever you've heard about vampires doesn't apply to Chan. He's radiating so much warmth you feel you could burn.

"Hold on tight," he warns and you grip the headboard top rail for dear life, as Chan makes sure to show you blood is not the only thing he's interested in drinking.

As he laps up your juices greedily, you find yourself on the verge of losing your sanity. Your hands give out and you let go of the bed's railings and opt for burying your fingers into his curls once more for support.

"Chris, please, please," you cry out, not even sure what you're begging for. For him to stop? For sweet release? It doesn't matter, as long as he stays with you.

Soon enough, your prayers are answered and you start seeing stars floating in the middle of the room.

"Did I kill you already?" he laughs upon seeing your reaction.

"Try harder," you tease him, even though you are already so gone.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Chris shrugs.

He takes off his jeans and stuffs your mouth full with his giant cock. You try to babble something but it's no use and your helplessness only turns him on more. You hug the back of his knees and let him fuck your throat as he pleases, even though you don't have much of a choice in the matter. Your vision is cloudy with tears and you can't even ask for mercy as his cum starts flooding your mouth. If you thought him drinking your blood was overwhelming, this is on a whole 'nother level of dizzying.

Once he's done using and abusing your throat, he pulls his cock out, smirking at you from above.

"You okay, sweetheart? Still alive?"

"Y-yes, d-daddy," you manage to croak out weakly.

Chris shakes his head in amusement upon hearing the sudden title.

"Then, I guess Daddy's gonna have to give ya a rough ride so you'll forget your own name, huh? How does that sound?"

"More, please," you plead desperately and he makes good on his promise.

He enters you without another warning and you can't keep your screams inside.

"G-god, y-yes," you moan.

"God isn't in this room, darling," Chris cackles maniacally. "The devil, however…"

You kiss him again because he's talking so much your brain can't keep up.

"S-so b-big," you cry.

"Yeah? Too big for my little girl?" he teases you.

"N-no. P-perfect. You're perfect," you insist stubbornly.

Chris fucks into you with supernatural stamina and you are grateful for that because even though you want to, you aren't able of keeping pace with him. Instead, you are happy to just hold onto him and focusing all your energy into…well, not passing out. You're so wet for him that his enormous size slides in and out easily, satisfying both of you with the intensity of the feeling. At last, you cum together, overwhelmed by the passion and affection you feel for each other.

He collapses on top of you, not wanting to pull out just yet. You welcome his weight like he's a giant blanket, comforting you.

"Don't wanna let go of you," Chan murmurs cutely.

You stroke his hair once more with a gentle touch. How is this man who has so many more years of experience still such a cute boy, desperate for tenderness?

"Then, don't. I'm all yours to keep," you chuckle weakly.

"That wouldn't be very productive to our academic future," Chan complains.

"It's okay. I feel like we've both earned a little break," you point out.

"From university? Sure. But when it comes to us two…I need no break. No brakes."

"Nicely said," you giggle, ready for another round on this train that never sleeps.

The End

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itsskierr · 1 month ago

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🐺꒷꒦⊹ ࣪ ˖ᡣ𐭩 give you what you need lee felix x f!reader x bang chan

Your preheat hit this morning, in the middle of your first class. Your stomach tying itself into knots, the first cramp tearing your abdomen apart, a cold sweat beading on your forehead by the time you stumbled into your next class, the one you shared with Felix – dragging him right into his own preheat as soon as he wrapped his lithe, familiar arms around you. So, really, when the door to your bedroom creaks open, and you hear Chan hesitantly calling your name, it’s your own fault. Your own fault that you didn’t tell anyone, that you just hurried home, half ripped each other's clothes off and went at it. That you were panting and moaning into each other’s mouths so loud that you didn’t hear the front door get unlocked by the only person except for you and Felix who has a key; the only alpha you both trust, the unofficial pack alpha to your pack of friends. OR You and Felix have been helping each other through your heats for years – until Chan walks in on you.

word count: 6.6k words

author's note: skzms omegaverse debut!! wrote this slick smut because I've been having a rough time and needed distraction. straight filth! with a lil bit of feelings ofc <3 but yeah, enjoy!! also to the people who wanted chanlix, I hope this scratches the itch!

warnings: omegaverse! typical warnings apply: unprotected sex, breeding, possessiveness, talk of mating, biting, so much slick, hints of pred/prey in the way they talk; alpha!chan, omega!reader, omega!felix with a boypussy and a little cock; omegas scissoring <3; a tiiiny moment of blood

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Felix licks into your mouth with a barely contained, breathless whimper, his hand sliding down to grip your ass and drag you closer, smearing a strip of your milky lemonade slick against his naked thigh in the process.

You follow the lead of his hands, arching into him, brain already deliriously foggy as your hands slide over the slope of his back and down, down, down, until you can press a fingertip against his leaking hole, sending him reeling into your arms, moaning into your mouth so hard a string of drool drips between you and onto the sheets.

It’s become a ritual of sorts, for you and Felix to help each other through your heats — even if it only takes the edge off, doesn’t fully satiate that most base kind of need that settles so deeply into your bones during that time. It was the obvious choice when your heats started to sync up because you were living together. That and, as Felix vehemently told you, he’d rather do this than let either of you be touched by some predatory alphas when you were at your most vulnerable.

Felix’s hands tighten on your body, and he hauls you closer until he can grind his small, barely developed omega cock against your clit, and you can smell his scent explode in the room as a gush of slick drips out of his pussy. You’re sure the smell of strawberry lemonade is permeating the rest of the apartment at this point, if not reaching into the hallway.

With a desperate huff, Felix parts from you, an irritated little scowl on his pretty, flushed face. He struggles to sit up between your legs, rips his cardigan off, tossing it somewhere onto the floor before winding his pretty little hands around your thigh and manhandling you until you’re on your side, Felix sitting between your thighs, straddling one of them. He drags up his shirt, puts the hem of it between his teeth as he shuffles forward, hugging your leg against his chest, spreading you open so lewdly it satisfies something deep within you. Presenting. To be taken.

His hole, hot and drippy, with his little cock at the top, makes contact with your throbbing pussy, and it sends pleasure shivering through your entire body. There’s a loud squelch when slick skin slides against slick skin, your sensitive pussy rubbing against his. The moan Felix lets out before his instincts kick in, and he starts humping you, is deafening. His hips kick forward again and again, his cock dragging over your hole, sometimes even slipping inside with the force with which he’s humping you, making you leak more, try to clench around him, keep him inside even if he’s small. He’d come inside you before like this, and it had felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

With a particularly good roll of his hips, Felix throws his head back and almost howls. When his head drops forward, his eyes are wild and his canines are poking against the plush of his lips – his body wants to mate. You can feel a tingling in your jaw as your body responds to him readily.

So you had no time to warn anyone, to let your friends know, to ask someone to bring you some groceries to help you get through the next few days. Because even if Felix was also an omega, your body knew him now, knew that when he was close, so was relief – so as soon as your delirious preheat brain smelled him, it was done. Game over. You needed him and you needed him now.

You left that class halfway through, Felix’s hand clammy in yours, his small boner pressing against your ass as he held you tight while waiting for the bus, letting you bury your face in his scent gland on the ride home to tide you over, even as you could feel your slick dampening your panties, could hear his aborted little gasps in his throat at the sensation. Though, luckily, to everyone else, you just looked like one omega, taking care of another. Because that’s what you were, right? Just … friends, helping each other out. Out of necessity. Though, you would really call Felix your best friend. You were always together, attached at the hip, always sitting next to each other or on top of one another, even when with your other friends, who never failed to tease you about it. Because teasing was all there was to do. They would never take you seriously after all.

Omegas didn’t get into relationships with other omegas. It just wasn’t done, didn’t make any evolutionary sense.

It doesn’t matter. You swallow down the bitterness before your scent can sour and tip Felix off because he would stop. Go against his biology and every nerve in his body screaming for friction to stop and ask you what’s wrong. And you don’t want to think. You want the cramps to stop – want to come, want to spill hot and slick all over Felix’s little cock or his fingers or your mouth, and then you want to help him get there, too, and snuggle down into your haphazardly thrown together nest and scent each other until you both fell asleep. Groceries and texting your friends be damned.

So, really, when the door to your bedroom creaks open, and you hear Chan hesitantly calling your name, it’s your own fault. Your own fault that you didn’t tell anyone, that you just hurried home, half ripped each other's clothes off and went at it. That you were panting and moaning into each other’s mouths so loud that you didn’t hear the front door get unlocked by the only person except for you and Felix who has a key; the only alpha you both trust, the unofficial pack alpha to your pack of friends.

You don’t know what he walks into, but you can only imagine what you must look like when you blink your hazy eyes open, and you meet his wide eyes. His pupils are so blown they look almost black, and you can see the barely perceptible rise of his chest, the flare of his nostrils as he inhales and his next breath shudders out of him.

“Sh-shit I’m so s-sorry,” Chan exclaims, his voice thick with something you can’t put your finger on.

Felix’s head whips up in his direction, and he freezes, then sniffs the air.

That’s when you notice it, too – Chan’s scent. Subtle enough in its normal form, it’s rich, earthy vanilla, like it was just scraped out of the pod, now thickening with something that’s almost alcoholic.

Arousal, you realise.

His gaze trained on your face as if he’s trying not to look down where you and Felix are naked and still connected. Felix grinds forward and everything’s suddenly so much wetter. You mewl and watch as Chan’s hands ball into fists.

“D-do you do this a lot? No, don’t answer that, I mean, fuck, I’m so sorry,” Chan whines and shakes himself, like he’s trying to shake the thoughts out of his head. Felix looks at you. You look at him. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, and his cock jumps where he’s still slowly, absentmindedly rutting it against your pussy. There’s a squelch that makes Chan wince.

“T-that was inappropriate, I’m so sorry, it’s hard to think straight when you … you know what, I’m just … I’m just gonna g-go.”

He takes a shaky step backwards, towards the door, but Felix’s voice stops him dead in his tracks.

“Don’t.”

Chan freezes. He looks unsure. There’s a thick bulge in his jeans now that makes your mouth water. You have a hard time thinking but you know one thing – you can’t let him leave now.

“Stay,” you breathe, try to make your voice sound soothing, but it comes out in something more akin to a purr. Felix nearly answers with one of his own, and you watch as Chan shivers.

Then Felix gets up. You bite back the whimper at the loss of his warmth, your knees knocking together on instinct, trying to protect your modesty even though there’s nothing more that you want than to roll over and present yourself for Chan’s taking. Chan’s eyes drop between your legs and for a delicious second stay glued there, before he flushes a darker red and looks at Felix instead — curses when he looks down and sees Felix’s slick drip down his inner thighs, his cock standing proudly between his legs. Chan screws his eyes shut and crosses his hands in front of his crotch, as if it could hide any of it.

As if drawn by an invisible string, you get up, too. Felix hears you coming, lets you wrap yourself around his back, tugs your arms tighter around himself as you stand in front of Chan, who still has his eyes screwed shut. Chan’s scent is overwhelming now, heavy and dark, like he’s barely holding it together, and your scent sweetens in response. Like you’re trying to make yourself more tempting, trying to lure your alpha into giving you what you want. You feel dizzy with want.

When Felix steps forward, you join him. You don’t need to speak, an unspoken understanding of what you want hanging between you.

You take Chan’s hand as Felix walks up behind him, gently pushes him towards the bed. Chan seems to resist for a second, before he sinks down onto the edge of it.

Felix smiles at him.

“Alpha,” he purrs, and Chan’s mouth falls open. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip. You need to resist the urge to lean in and suck it into your mouth.

“Felix, I don’t know if this is a good idea,” he starts, cuts himself off with a groan when you sink onto the bed next to him and nuzzle into his neck, right over his scent gland. It smells good, so unbelievably good, and it sends shivers of contentment through you, your limbs loosening, body warming. The knots in your stomach are less taut, some of the confusion settling, being replaced by a dizzying, all-encompassing kind of need.

Distantly you notice the bed dip, then a loud groan ripples through Chan’s chest. When you blink your eyes open, Felix is nuzzling into the other side of Chan’s neck, his own eyes slipped shut, one of his hands sliding over, grabbing at Chan’s chest. Your fingers dig into Chan’s thigh harder, slip a little further between his legs, scratch again the seam of Chan’s pants.

“F-fuck,” Chan breathes out, and you pull back enough to look at him. The eye contact almost sobers him.

“Y-you’re not in your right mind to agree to this,” he mumbles, hisses when Felix drags his teeth over his sensitive skin, “you’re in heat. I can’t … fuck … I couldn’t take advantage of you like this.”

You scowl at him.

“As if we never asked you for help before.”

Because you did. Both of you, at some point in time, had gone to him, the one alpha you trusted more than anyone, and asked if he would help you with your heats. And Chan had declined. Had, truthfully, shattered your little heart, absolutely devastated you, and made you swear you would never tell anyone about the crush you had on him. You never even told Felix about it. So embarrassed were you that you thought he could want you like that. Strong, reliable, kind, the best man you ever met – he deserved a better partner. But that was in the past. You got under Felix and over your crush, at least that’s what you tell yourself most days.

“B-but we’re friends,” Chan stammers, though it turns into a stuttery moan when Felix runs his hand from his chest to his neck, wrapping loosely around his jaw and turning him towards him. Something possessive rankles in your heart.

“We could be more,” Felix purrs, and you don’t know if it’s your heat, but it’s like you’ve never wanted anything more in your life. “Come on, alpha, don’t you want to take care of your omegas?”

Chan swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing heavily, chuckles like he can’t believe his ears.

“Omegas …”

You slide closer to Chan’s other side, your hand slipping precariously close to the bulge in Chan’s jeans. The thought of his knot alone makes you drip. Such a strong alpha, he would give you the most beautiful pups. You reach out, brush your pinky over the stiff denim covering it, only a featherlight touch he like can hardly feel. Chan gasps nonetheless.

You lean closer, your lips brushing Chan’s ear.

“Yes, alpha,” you breathe into Chan’s ear, “take care of us. We need you.”

Chan’s head falls back before he turns to you. When he does, his face hovers only inches away, and you give him your best doe eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Felix, something unreadable on his face as he stares at the two of you – reaches a hand between his own legs and squeezes. Chan’s nostrils flare.

“Fuuuuck,” Chan moans out, his hand surging out to wrap around your waist, pulling you against him as if to steady you, but you suspect it’s more for his own sake. “Are you sure? You gotta be sure. I can’t do this if you’re not sure. Even if you’re driving me fucking crazy right now.”

“We’re sure,” you whisper, lean in until your lips are brushing over his, “please, we trust you. Please, Channie.”

The begging seems to do him in because before you can even finish saying his name, his lips are on yours, and he’s kissing you like he’s trying to devour you. His fingers dig into the plush of your waist, locking you in place, leaving you no way to escape. As if you would want to.

But then, his mouth is ripped away from you and Felix drags him into his own eager mouth, licks into his mouth so hard Chan can do nothing but take it, kiss him back, drag his hand up and wind it around the back of Felix’s head.

You growl unhappily and Felix smiles into Chan’s lips before he reaches out, screws his fingers into the material of your tank top and pulls you onto all fours over Chan’s lap and into his lips instead, right in front of Chan’s shocked face.

Chan curses under his breath, his hand coming to the bulge in his jeans, squeezing at it, hard. It sends you for a tailspin, knowing how much you’re affecting him, and it makes you kiss Felix even filthier, putting on a show until Chan’s hand finds the back of your thighs. He hisses when his fingers meet the slick that’s dripping out of you at this point.

“Y-you really … fuck, I swear I’m not trying to be creepy …” Chan starts, but trails off.

Felix pulls back from you with one last nip to your bottom lip, giving you a lazy smile that makes you want to jump his bones, before he sits back and turns back to Chan.

“Spit it out, Chris.”

Chan flushes a deep red.

“You really … do this. Kiss. Fuck.”

You blink at Chan, not understanding. He winces, looks at you like he’s about to tell a child that Santa isn’t real. Unnecessarily, you think. You’re not that innocent.

“There’s … uh, lots of … uhhh … porn out there, of this sort of thing … I just didn’t know if it was really a thing.”

Oh. He doesn’t mean it like that, you know it, but it still hurts. Felix huffs next to you, his brows furrowing, and then his hand finds yours. He pulls you a little closer.

“Yes, we do. We don’t just do it for some alpha’s gratification. What we have goes much deeper than that.”

Your heart skips an uneven beat, and you look at Felix, who’s already looking back at you. There’s so much affection in his big brown eyes it makes you dizzy. He squeezes your hand, and you lean in to peck his lips before you can stop yourself. You blush when you pull back, ready to apologise for it, but Felix smiles at you so softly you think you might not have to.

When he turns back to Chan, however, his eyes are steely again. “Now take off your shirt, I wanna suck your cock.”

Your eyes widen at his tone. Something dark flickers in Chan’s eyes, but he does what he’s asked. He crosses his arms over his chest and pulls his black shirt over his head. He tosses it somewhere in your room, but you’re not even looking. All you can do is stare.

Chan is all muscle. Wide, solid waist, even wider shoulders, strong arms and stronger shoulders. Milky skin pulled taut over his pecs, down over defined abs. There’s a hint of a happy trail that leads under the waistband of his jeans, and your mouth waters at the same time as your pussy gushes more slick. Your body pumps out more pheromones, and you can see Chan’s pupils dilate before you and Felix pounce on him.

Chan is being pushed back against the bed by your hands in his hair and Felix’s on his chest, running his fingers greedily over his muscles. Chan stares from you to Felix hovering over him like he can’t believe his luck, but your biology picks this moment to come back with a vengeance.

A surge of cramps rips through your insides, and you hiss, curl in on yourself. Your hole clenches around nothing, making the ache in your belly worse until your ears are ringing with it. There’s a soothing hand on the base of your spine, Chan’s voice somewhere, saying your name, you think.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he speaks again, and it reaches you like you’re underwater, “let alpha take care of you, hm?”

You try and nod as best as you can, but it’s all you can muster. You let your body get tugged his way and that, until you’re sitting on your knees. For a second, you think you’ll fall, but then there are strong hands on your hips.

They tug you down and suddenly, there’s a hot, wet mouth on your cunt, and you nearly scream with relief when Chan sucks on your clit hard.

The pleasure is almost too much after so much neglect, but your body is also greedy, now that it’s finally being touched, and touched by an alpha no less. The warring urges make you feel half insane. Blind and dumb, you lean back. You place the palm of your hand on Chan’s chest, spread your legs even wider and Chan doesn’t miss a beat – mumbles vague praises into you, angles his head just so, opens his mouth and lets you grind your hole over his tongue. Your slick drools out of you, but it only makes Chan moan heavily against you, swallow it down, nudge his nose forward until it bumps against your clit with every rut of your hips.

The pressure inside of you is building so fast it’s almost terrifying, every waft of Chan’s dark, alcoholic vanilla making your body more and more pliant, and you can’t think of anything but release. Your free hand winds into Chan’s hair to hold him in place and Chan moans, his hips stuttering up behind you, and you can hear a filthy gagging noise.

Blearily, you turn your head and make eye contact with Felix’s teary eyes, his small fingers and pink mouth stretched around Chan’s cock, knot bulging at its base already. He’s fully naked now, dusty nipples pebbled prettily, and he has a hand shoved between his legs, two fingers buried inside of himself as he sucks Chan off.

The image along with the feeling and the lewd sounds of Chan fucking his tongue into you send you hurtling toward the edge, but what pushes you over it is when Felix pulls off and reveals inches and inches of Chan’s thick, red cock until it finally falls from his swollen lips, and he smiles at you.

You come with a yell, the pain in your guts exploding into white-hot pleasure, taking your breath away for a second. Your fingers tighten on Chan’s hair until you’re sure it must hurt, but he doesn’t let up, laps at you hard, licks every last bit of pleasure right out of you, humming and moaning and swallowing your slick greedily until you’re shaking and trembling in his hold.

“Feeling better, darling?” Chan asks from where he’s still lying underneath you.

You nod distractedly, but you’re distracted by him. He looks nothing short of slick drunk, cheeks pink, hair sweaty and mussed, his whole chin wet with your release, his pupils blown. His speech is slightly slurred. When he licks his lips, and moans at the taste, more need blooms in your abdomen.

The pain is gone, yes, but the orgasm did nothing to alleviate your need for him. You still can’t think straight, the only thing on your mind getting his stupid knot inside of you.

“Wan’ your cock,” you mumble, and Chan blinks, though you’re sure he heard you. But you’ll repeat yourself if you have to. “Want your cock. Your knot. Wan’ you to fuck me full, alpha.”

Chan’s mouth falls open, and he curses loudly.

“Jesus, fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he mumbles, his scent deepening, and you’re about to beg again when the bed dips, and you watch Felix crawl closer to you. He looks wild, lips all swollen, his whole body flushed with his heat. His eyes are narrowed prettily.

“I want his knot, too.”

“I want it first,” you say, and Felix glares at you. There’s something feline about him in that moment.

“No, me,” he retorts.

Your scowl deepens. A feral kind of irritation bubbles in your guts.

“No, my heat started first, I should get alpha’s knot first.”

Felix glares at you and then he jumps you.

He topples you off Chan’s chest and onto the bed, so hard, you nearly both go flying off and onto the floor. He catches you just in time, manhandles you until you’re on your back and you only get to meet his dark eyes for a brief second before he leans in and kisses you meanly, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, teeth clacking together.

“When did you ever want a knot so badly, hm? Was I not enough for you?” he growls into your mouth without pulling back, staring into your eyes wildly.

You glare back, slide a hand between your sweaty bodies until you can touch him. Run two fingers around his hole to gather some slick before wrapping your hand around his little cock.

Felix moans weakly, screws his pretty eyes shut, fingers digging into the sheets on each side of your head.

“Jealous?”

He doesn’t answer, only opens his eyes to stare at you before he surges in to kiss you again. He winds one of his hands around the back of your head, holds you in place as he kisses you, then bites your lip meanly – so meanly his revealed canine pierces your lip and sends a stab of pain through your system. A second later, you taste blood.

Felix moans wantonly when he tastes it, too, his hand sliding into your hair, tugging so he can kiss you deeper, lick up every drop of blood he can while you writhe beneath him, your body like a live wire as he takes and takes and takes. You’re getting lightheaded, deprived of oxygen, his body pinning you against the bed, his mouth on yours, though you can’t begin to complain. Having Felix like this feels more right than nature ever could.

But suddenly, he’s hauled off you in one fell swoop. Lifted off by strong, merciless hands, tossed next to you on the mattress like he weighs nothing. The sudden absence of him is disorienting, but then the heat of his body is replaced by Chan’s, who is burning even hotter. He braces one hand next to your head, the other next to Felix’s and stares down at you.

He’s intense. Gorgeous. Strong and yet so, so soft. The only alpha you’ve ever trusted like this, even when there’s a drop of sweat rolling down the dip of his collarbone and something wild in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. You wonder if he’s going into rut, driven into it by the haywire pheromones of two omegas throwing themselves at him, or if this is just him letting go of control. It makes you shiver with a kind of fear that only makes you want him more.

“Stop fighting,” he growls out and Felix next to you gasps, “you’ll both get your knot. Or do you doubt that alpha can take care of you?”

You shake your head vehemently, and Felix follows. Chan watches your wide eyes, your trembling chest, and his eyes only get darker.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, dips down to nudge at your scent gland, and it makes shivers run down your spine. He drags first his lips, then his tongue, then his teeth over it, and your brain loses all focus except the desperate urge for him to bite down. Mate you, mate Felix, let you sink your teeth into Felix as well, bound to each other forever, just the three of you.

Felix’s hand finds yours, and you squeeze hard when Chan digs his teeth into your skin. Not nearly enough to break skin, not even to bruise, but it makes you whimper, nonetheless, legs trying to close, but you can’t. Chan’s thick thigh is wedged in between yours, pitifully out of reach of where you’re aching for him.

“Gonna fuck you full, give you my pups,” Chan mumbles, pulls back and stares at you, then Felix, before he dips down to lick and suck at his scent gland, too. Felix whines pathetically, hips bucking into the air. He hasn’t even come yet, and the desperation in the little mewls he lets out with every one of Chan’s ministrations makes your chest ache.

You roll over, press yourself against him, and he preens underneath you when you nuzzle your own face into the side of his neck. It’s scenting, but it’s also a little more than that, your lips lazily sucking at his shoulders, his neck, anywhere you can reach. Then Chan hums and reaches down, slides two fingers into him, and Felix moans.

“P-please,” he gasps, little moans punched out of him with every rut of Chan’s fingers inside of him, “m-more.”

Chan hums soothingly again and pulls away enough to look down at him. Felix stares up at him with a devastating look in his eyes. All his previous brattiness has dissolved, he just looks inconsolable now.

“Think you can come for me? Then I’ll give Y/Nie her knot, and you get it next. Sound good, omega?” Chan asks, voice so velvety it makes you squeeze your legs together.

Felix nods and Chan smiles, whispers a quiet “good boy” and then he dips back down to mouth over Felix’s scent gland again, his hand speeding up between his legs. You smooth your own hand over Felix’s chest and suck a mark into his neck, and he convulses violently.

“Bite me,” he whispers, sobs. You freeze. He sobs again.

“Bite me, please, bite me, make me yours,” he continues, the words blubbering out between tears. You want to ask who he’s talking to, but a part of you is terrified of the answer. Because what happens if Felix and Chan mate. What happens to you?

Felix wails, and you whimper, nuzzle in deeper, jostled by every rock of his hips to meet Chan’s fingers.

“B-both of you, p-please, mate me. Take me. Wanna be yours.”

Tears blur your vision when you open your mouth and you bite. Not enough to draw blood, not a real mating bite but still enough to make your stomach swoop with something unnamed. And it’s enough for Felix.

He comes with a strangled scream, shooting ropes of cum over his abdomen. His body convulses, bucking his hips harder into Chan’s fingers, chasing the fullness until he’s spent, and he goes limp, putty in your and Chan’s arms.

Your lips are still attached to Felix’s neck, your hand splayed over his stomach, still rising and falling quickly, jerking with every sniffle. He sniffles weakly when Chan gingerly pulls out of him, nods when Chan pets his hair, asks him if he’s okay.

Your mind is swimming, your head replaying his words over and over again, and you’re trying too hard to not get your hopes up. Focus instead on soothing your tongue over the redness on Felix’s delicate skin where your teeth just were, lap up more of his sweet scent, even though it’s difficult for omegas to smell each other’s scents. But you know him so well. Even when it’s not much, it’s so comforting. Familiar. Yours.

It invades your senses, makes more heat pool between your legs where the arousal never left, the ache for a knot not something that can be satiated by one orgasm alone. And Chan seems to know – seems to sense it, or maybe smell it on you because when Felix has calmed, his attention, his big, dark eyes, his intense, overwhelming attention shifts back to you.

He comes to hover over you; bites his bottom lip absentmindedly as he drinks you in, let his eyes, then his palms roam over your body. It’s unhurried, yet intense, makes your legs part, your hips can’t upwards until your pussy is right there, on display for him. Presented for him.

Your alpha senses it. Lets his gaze fall between your legs, now without a remnant of shame, and hums approvingly. He looks intently, as if it’s entirely new, as if he didn’t lick an orgasm out of you already, brings both hands to your thighs, spreads the lips of your cunt open and presses the pad of his thumb into your entrance, making a dribble of slick run out of your hole and into the sheets. You moan weakly, but you don’t dare move. It’s like you’re pinned to the bed by his gaze. Distantly, you realise you’re shaking.

“Pretty,” Chan hums, and you preen. Your body lights up at the compliment, legs spreading wider, hole clenching around nothing right under Chan’s watchful eyes. “So perfect, omega. All for me, hm?”

You nod blearily, your eyes screwed shut. It’s all too much.

“Turn around then, let me give you what you want,” Chan orders and removes his hands from your body. You feel the absence keenly, but the promise of him finally giving you what you need has you scrambling to turn around.

Planting your knees on the bed, you let yourself fall forward, arch your back for your alpha. Your eyes meet Felix’s, who is still lying next to you. He smiles dazedly, but before you can smile back, you feel the tip of Chan’s cock nudge at your hole, and it makes you screw your eyes shut. It feels big. Too big.

“Shh, relax, omega, you can take it,” Chan grumbles, and you nod, to nobody in particular, “you’re made for this, pretty. Made for me. Made to take my knot.”

You nod again, desperate to agree, your heated cheek dragging against the sheets, and you mewl when he pushes forward and the head of his cock breaches you.

Chan curses, a growl brewing deep in his chest as he slowly presses in, inch by gloriously torturous inch, splitting you open until your ears are ringing, and you feel like you’re about to come, just from the feeling of him alone. Something deep inside you, some feral, base part, is purring in a satisfaction you’ve never felt before. Like your wolf is being completed.

When he’s fully seated inside of you, he barely gives you a moment to adjust, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. He moans, but then he’s already pulling out and pushing back in and there’s a lewd squelch of slick when your body tries to suck him back in, through the stretch and all the discomfort because the pleasure is so addicting, the feeling of fulness so right.

“Fuuuckkk, omega,” Chan growls, and starts fucking you slowly. You whimper, rut your hips back weakly. “You’re so tight, omega. No-one ever fucked you right, huh.”

Of course, someone has, but you shake your head. You can tell he’s just babbling, lost somewhere deep in his own head, your alpha wanting you all to himself. He can have you. You want him to.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he mumbles as he fucks in deep, grinding over your g-spot as he does, “gonna fuck you full. Make you come all over my knot.”

His pace picks up, his fingers digging into your hips like a vice and your body slumps forward harder, legs sliding further apart, inviting him in deeper and deeper until the head of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust. You mewl, clench around him, scramble for purchase on the sheets. But before your fingers can screw into the cotton, Felix’s hand finds yours. His eyes are glassy as he scoots across the sheets and closer to you. His hand threads into your hair, pets it soothingly.

“Poor omegas, need it so bad, hm?” Chan mumbles behind you, brings his thumbs to where he’s thrusting into you over and over and over again. He parts the lips of your pussy, making him slide deeper, until his knot catches against your hole every time he bottoms out. It feels huge. Too big to fit inside of you. You nearly start crying then. It’s all you want, but you think your body won’t be able to take it.

Felix pets your cheek, pushes his face forward until you can feel his breath on your face every time Chan ruts into you, almost ruts you up the bed with how hard he’s fucking you. You’re gushing wetness, your body seizing tighter and tighter around Chan’s cock as the pleasure builds.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Felix purrs, and you sob. Tears push their way past your lashes and Felix thumbs them away.

“C-can’t take it,” you slur out, cut yourself off with a moan when Chan slows down, grinds his hips just right and rubs over your g-spot hard, “knot’s t-too big.”

Felix’s body shivers a little with the words, the hand that’s not resting on your face coming down to tug at his cock haphazardly.

“’s not, baby,” he mumbles, dips his head forwards to kiss you, moaning a little when he can feel the impact of every one of Chan’s slow thrusts, “You can take it. You were made for taking alpha’s cock. Made for us.”

You whine and lean back in, catch Felix in a sloppy kiss that he reciprocates happily, Chan behind you stutters out a moan as his hips stutter forwards, fuck into you harder, pressing his knot against your hole until you’re whimpering into Felix’s mouth until he pulls back. There’s a thick string of spit that connects your lips when he does.

“Let alpha take care of you, okay?” he asks, and you manage to nod, before Chan is leaning over you, caging you against the bed, and you scream out a moan when he rams his cock inside you. Felix is still holding your hand as Chan plows into you, hard and deep and fast, growling into your ear as he rams his fucks you so hard you see stars, until you’re nothing but a pliant vessel for pleasure, until your abdomen is seizing, and you can feel your orgasm coming, but you know you need one more thing. One last thing to truly sate you.

“Knot me,” you slur, squeeze Felix’s hand hard, “alpha, please, need your knot. Please, please pleas- Aaaaaaah.”

Chan forces his knot into you with a loud growl, presses it against your entrances until it gives, swallows it and locks him against your body as Chan comes inside of you. Your orgasm slams into you, forces you deeper into the sheets as you sob, convulse around Chan’s cock as he fills you up blindingly hot and so much that it starts drooling out around the sides of his knot, drips onto the sheets. You have to stop yourself from crying out for it, have to tell yourself there’s enough, it’ll take.

But your wolf doesn’t know that. Only purrs in satisfaction at being completed, at getting what it so desperately craved, from the best alpha you know. Your heart aches a little.

Chan is still panting into your neck, but slowly, he unsticks his sweaty chest from your sweaty back and soothes his palms over your sides.

“Lie down with me, darling,” he murmurs, and you follow where his hands lead you, hissing when the change of position tugs at where his knot is still lodged inside of you.

Once you’re finally lying down, he hums more praises, runs his warm, warm hands over every inch of skin he can reach, presses sweet little kisses to your nape, until you’re purring and nearly dozing off.

Distantly, you feel how Felix slides closer, glues himself to your front, warm, silky skin smelling like strawberries, his little boner poking into your leg, his arm slung over you. He nuzzles your nose with his and you hum happily, blindly throw an arm over him, too.

This may just be the beginning of your heat, but it’s already the best you’ve ever had.

Minho greets you, Felix and Chan a couple days later, when you emerge from your heats and the rut you’d inevitably thrown Chan into, with two omegas in heat begging for him 24/7. Hyunjin had to bring you food at some point, and just the smell of Changbin on him nearly sent Chan stark mad.

Now Minho just raises an eyebrow at his fellow alpha, as he saunters over.

“Greedy. Taking two of our prettiest omegas all for yourself.”

“Yeah, can your old man dick even keep up?” Seungmin taunts, but Chan just laughs.

He pulls you into his side, makes Felix on your other side stumble into you until you’re wedged between them.

“Yeah, if you ever need help taking care of them, let us know,” Minho teases and winks at you, giggles evilly when you blush furiously.

Chan’s arm on you tightens, fingers digging into your waist, pain blooming when he presses right into the smattering of bruises still blooming there from where he’d held you down.

“Absolutely not. They’re mine.”

Your heart sings.

Maybe one day you can have what you want. Two bites. One on each side of your neck. Marking you as taken. Marking you as theirs.

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Whispers Of The Night (3)

Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader

Genre: Vampire! Au, College! Au

Summary: You just want to live a happy life, but currently, that wasn't happening. It's not until you meet 8 strangers who turn your life upside down and you discover what they are.

Warning: Mentions of blood, Drinking, Violence [this is an 18+ story; will contain smut in future chapters]

Word Count: 3k

A/N: AND AS ALWAYS THANK YOU @skzdust FOR YOUR HELP I'M ETERNALLY GRATEFUL BESTIE

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@satosugu4l @gabriellamarie @tsunderelino @iovecb97

@1810cl @lordmaahes-nsc @sailorkoss @minh0scat

@pixie0627 @50-husbands @jinnies-muse @yaorzu-blog

@anskiiz @joyofbebbanburg @number1jeonginstan @skzooluvr

@jisunglyricist @ambersnowxxx @ayyonoona @31maze13

@stay-tiny-things @thegingerthatwaited @hoesheez

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@honeycombbaybee @hyuneyeon @flylis @kpop-choco

@chloe-elise-2000 @eastjonowhere @stephanieeeyang

Part One | Part Two

The two days that you spent at the SKZ house, as they called it, were… interesting to say the least. You woke up on the earlier side to make sure you had enough time to get to class, and each day they were all awake, watching TV, working out, doing homework. You'd offer to make them breakfast as you made your own, but they all claimed to have eaten just after they woke up. There were no dishes in the sink, the same amount of food in the fridge. Not to mention their beds were always made up the same every morning. You'd never met college guys who were so… put together. It was throwing you off a little.

“So.” Sam smiles. “These guys you stayed with for a couple nights… any chance you're going to move on from Mark?” She asks.

You can't help it, but you roll your eyes at her question. You still weren't sure what you were going to do about him. You hadn't confronted him, fuck, tou hadn't even spoken to him since San dropped that ball on you the other day. While there was an attraction to, well, let's be honest, all of them, you technically, were still Mark's girlfriend, so the chance of you doing anything was even lower than zero. You weren't a cheater, you never understood the desire to hurt the person you're supposed to love most in this world but that's more than you can say for Mark.

“I mean, yeah they're all extremely attractive.” You laugh. “But I'm still with Mark, and until I figure out what I'm going to be doing, I won't be doing anything with them.” You murmur.

“Them!?” Sam gasps. “You wanna fuck them all.” She laughs. “I always knew you were fucking kinky.”

“Sam!” You laugh. “Jesus christ.”

The two of you laugh, finishing up your makeup, before getting dressed and heading out. Sam had wanted to get ready at the house with the boys, but with all the testosterone radiating in that house, you needed out for a few hours. Luckily for the both of you, Sam's parents were out of the evening so you had the house to yourselves.

“Come on, some shots before we go.” She says, walking into the kitchen. She grabs two shots glasses, pouring you each a shot of vodka.

“We cannot show up sober. A few shots each should do the trick.” She laughs.

You don't say anything, instead welcome the liquid burning your throat as you take shot after shot, desperately hoping for it to erase all your problems for at least one night. Once you were feeling tipsy enough, you and Sam got into your Uber, heading over to the boy's house. When you pull up, the party is already in full swing. There are people out in the front yard drinking, the front door is wide open, welcoming anyone and everyone to join.

“Wow.” Sam gasps. “This looks crazy!”

You laugh, grabbing her hand, pulling her towards the front door. The moment you stepped foot into the house, it was like all 8 of them knew you were there. Very quickly and one by one, they came up to you, giving you a hug to say hi and saying hi to Sam. By the time Minho, who was the last one to come up to you, said hi, Sam had smacked you so many times you thought you'd have a bruise in the shape of her hand on your arm for sure.

“Let's get a drink.” You murmur, pulling her towards the kitchen, not letting her say what you knew she desperately wanted too.

“They're all so fucking hot.” She yells into your ear as you're pouring you both drinks. You laugh as your stomach twists with anxiety. Yes they were, and you were definitely having troubles with that. As the two of you take a couple sips of your drinks, you begin to hear what sounds like a commotion in the living room.

“I know she's here, and I dont fucking appreciate you forcing her to live here! I'm her fucking boyfriend… me!” You hear.

Your stomach drops.

“Mark.” You whisper.

“Don't go out there. Just stay here. Maybe he'll leave.” Sam says. At this point the music had been turned way down, and everyone was crowding around all 8 men and Mark. You knew he wouldn't leave. He was too fucking stubborn. You pushed your way through the crowd of people until you stood beside Hyunjin, who glanced over at you, worriedly.

“What the fuck, y/n.” Mark snaps, motioning to the men. “So what, you're just out here being a whore now?” He asks.

Hyunjin steps forward, but Jeongin pulls him back. “Excuse me?” You ask. “No, I just figured we were done since you can't keep your dick in your pants.” You snap back.

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Mark groans, rolling his eyes.

“San told me, don't play fucking dumb.” You spit. “You never stopped seeing Chae, even after begging, and crying on your knees for me to stay.” You yell.

You wanted to laugh along with those laughing in the crowd, while Mark looked embarrassed.

“Why would I still see her if I told you I only wanted you?” He asks.

“Why would San lie about that? He's your best friend.” You say.

“Yeah, my best friend who's… in…love with you!” Mark mutters.

“What?” You respond. There was no way. Absolutely no way. You'd never gotten those vibes from San, not in the two years that you had been with Mark.

“Why else would he say that?” Mark asks. “Think about it.”

“I am thinking about it, and you're full of shit.” You laugh. “There's no way that San feels like that.”

“I don't feel like what?” San asks, pushing his way through the crowd.

“Mark here says that you lied about Chae, because you're in love with me.” You say. The alcohol you had drank was making you more courageous than you'd ever been in your life. Sober you would never.

“What the fuck?” San laughs. “No offense, y/n but I have a girlfriend that I love very much.” He says. “And Mark's known about her since we started dating, a year and a half ago.”

You turn your head, glaring at Mark, who in turn is glaring at San.

“Interesting.” You mutter, rolling your eyes.

“Whatever, this isn't a conversation that should happen around others.” Mark scoffs. He grabs your wrist, yanking you towards him. “C'mon, let's go home.” He says.

“You know what, Mark?” You begin. “No.” You say, trying to free your wrist from his grasp.

“Y/n, now is not the time.” He snaps, looking around the room.

“I'm done. We're done. I don't trust you anymore. You've done nothing but lie to me. It's over.” You yell, pulling as hard as you can to free yourself.

“What's going on?” You hear from behind you, a familiar voice echoing through the almost silent room.

“Mark, you're hurting me!” You whine. Your wrist is beginning to throb and ache as you try to free yourself.

“Let her go.” You hear the same voice. Suddenly, Chan is beside you, his hand on top of Mark's. Chan didn't look like he was putting in any effort, but Mark's gave away how much pain he was in. Chan rips Mark's hand from around your wrist, pushing him back. Mark falls down to the floor.

“You're sleeping with him aren't you? Fucking whore.” Mark screams. Chan chuckles, taking two steps towards Mark, punching him in the face. You can hear the thump from his body dropping to the floor followed by the cries as he holds his face.

“We're not done! You won't find anyone like me! You're mine!” Mark screams.

Chan turns around to face you, and you weren't sure if it was because he saved you, or you were drunk, maybe a bit of both. But you walked up to him, grabbed his face, and quickly pressed your lips to his. Chan wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer. You can hear Mark swearing as San pulls him out the front door.

You break away from the kiss. You can't look Chan in the eyes. You turn away, your eyes now searching for Sam, and when you find her, her eyes are wide with a giant smile on her face. You push through the crowd, leaving Chan standing there as you grab her arm, dragging her into the kitchen. You open a bottle of something, you don't even care what it is. You put the bottle to your lips, chugging it, ignoring the burning sensation in your throat.

“Bitch.” Sam gasps as you put the bottle back down onto the counter, breathing heavily.

“Did I just do that?” You ask, staring at your best friend.

“Yeah.” She laughs. “Yes you did.”

“Oh my god.” You groan, drinking a little more.

“Okay, alright.” She laughs, taking the bottle from your hand. “Let's not black out.” She murmurs. It was too late. You were already gone.

The next morning, you wake up with the worst headache in the world. Sleeping on the couch for the last few days definitely did not help your body when it desperately needed to recover. You were sore, stiff and felt like you'd been run over by a truck. And then you remembered ending things with Mark.

“Fuck.” You gasp, dropping your head into your hands.

“Everything okay, beautiful?” Hyunjin asks, walking into the living room, plopping down onto the couch beside you.

“I broke up with Mark.” You murmur.

“It's about time, y/n.” Jeongin chimes in.

“Yeah, honestly. He's fucking awful, and that's coming from me.” Seungmin chuckles.

“Yeah, no, I know he was. But I just… I don't know what to do now.” You say. “All my stuff is there… and I have nowhere to go.”

“The fuck are we then? Did we become temporary housing and no one told me?” Minho asks. “You've been here for days, y/n. Let's just go get your stuff and make it official.” Changbin smiles.

“That's really sweet you guys… but.” You trail off.

“But what? You can't live with 8 guys?” Felix laughs.

“I can't sleep on this fucking couch anymore.” You fake cry. “My back… it hurts so bad.”

Everyone laughs.

“Well, it's a good thing there's a bedroom ready for you then.” Chan smiles.

You hadn't seen him since you kissed him. That you remembered very, very vividly, and you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. In what world would any of these gods like men, actually like you?

“Wait.” You pause, thinking about what Chan said. “A bedroom?” You ask.

“Of course.” He smiles. “You think we'd ask you to move in here and make you sleep on the couch?” Han laughs. “I mean… Seungmin or Minho might but not the rest of us.”

“You're not wrong.” Seungmin smiles.

“Wow.” You laugh. “Thank you guys.”

“Let’s not get all sappy here.” Minho mumbles. “Can we go get your stuff now?”

“Yeah.” You smile.

The nine of you get ready to head over to your old shared apartment with Mark, unsure of what was going to happen.

You stood outside the door, the number 7 on the door looked different, even though it had only been a few days. You took a deep breath, glancing over at the 8 men that were waiting a little down the hall. You had told them that you needed to do this part by yourself. You were worried that if he opened the door and all of them were standing there, he might end up in a fit of rage. Though, you should have known better that he would end up in one regardless. You knocked on the door, putting your hands behind your back as you waited for him to answer. The door was pulled open, and Mark looked shocked to see you, before a smug ‘I knew she would be back’ look spread across his face.

“Y/N.” He breathes. You put your hand up to stop him from saying whatever he wanted to next.

“I'm just here to grab my stuff.” You explain, avoiding any eye contact with him. He doesn't move out of your way. You want to go inside and start packing the things that belong to you but he stands there still staring.

“Y/N.” He says in a low tone. “Don't be like that, baby.” He smiles. “C'mon. You know you wanna come back home.”

“Actually, what I'd like, is for you to get the fuck out of my way so I can get my stuff and go.” You say, giving Mark your best, annoyed smile.

“And if I don't?” He asks. “If I don't get out of your way? Then what? You gonna punch me like your little boyfriend did?” He mocks.

“No.” You sigh. “But they might hit you.” You say, motioning down the hallway. Mark peeks his head around the door frame, seeing 8 angry and annoyed looking men leaning against the wall.

“You’re such a bitch.” He mumbles, stepping out of your way. You smile, waving to the guys to come with you inside.

You walk past Mark, and can hear him grumbling as each man steps inside. They're all taller, more muscular, better looking, smarter, and funnier than Mark was, and he knew it too.

“Lets get this done, and get the fuck out of here.” You say, everyone scatters to tackle a room. It took the nine of you 4.5 hours, and a trillion questions about what was yours, for you all to finally finish. Mark didn't help at all, and that wasn't a surprise. He didn't want you to leave or leave him, and he was sure to continuously let you know throughout the afternoon.

“Y/N, wait.” Mark says, as you follow the guys out of the apartment. You don't wait, until he grabs your wrist again.

“Let go.” You spit. “This didn't end well for you the last time and it won't end well this time either.”

“Just wait a fucking minute.” He grumbles. “Don't go. Stay with me. Please.”

“No.” You deadpan. “I have no interest in being lied to or cheated on any longer. I hope I never see you again.”

You rip your wrist from his grip, walking down the hall.

“I'll have you again! You'll see! You'll be back when they inevitably kick your ass out!” He screams.

If only he knew how that would never happen.

“Ready?” Changbin asks, grinning from ear to ear. His hand was on the door knob for your room, and honestly you were so excited.

“Yes! Please open it.” You say, nearly falling over from excitement. He turns the knob, opening the door and your jaw is almost on the floor. It was exactly your style, a nice queen bed sitting in the middle of the room that was painted your favorite color. Everything matched, every single part of the room was your exact vibe and you were eternally grateful.

You had put a lot of your stuff in storage, since they had all told you that you wouldn't need a lot of it. To be honest you thought they were full of shit, but here they were, definitely not full of shit.

“We'll let you get settled.” Chan smiles, ushering the men to leave you be.

“Thank you guys. Really. I love it.” You smile.

It felt weird. To have people who truly cared for you like they did. You were worried that they would turn on you, because that seems to be the trend for people in your life. Your mom, dad, Mark, past friends. There was always something that made them leave you. You already felt a strong bond with all 8 of them, so you hoped nothing like that would happen but honestly, you can never truly prepare for the future.

That night, you sat outside on the front porch by yourself, wrapped in one of your new blankets from your new room. It was almost entirely pitch black out, almost silent except for the sounds of cars passing and the faint sounds of people walking by. The only light you had was the cherry from your roach, each time you took a puff, as well as the stars that scattered throughout the sky. The moon was high, shining down on the trees. It was a truly beautiful night.

You felt so relieved and free tonight. Mark hated when you smoked weed, so you weren't ever able to. But now with him out of the picture, you were excited to be able to partake in your favorite way to relax and unwind. You inhaled a long puff, slowly blowing it back out, enjoying the way it was making you feel. You weren’t very high, but it was enough. You lean your head back, closing your eyes, taking a breath when you hear a noise. A grunt, maybe. Your eyes shoot open, you see Jeongin walking towards the front steps of the house. As he walks closer, you see him more clearly under the front door light. There's blood dripping down his face. Your stomach sinks. He looks mad. You stand up, dropping your blanket on the porch, rushing towards him.

“Hey, Jeongin.” You start, popping up in front of him.

His eyes. They're red.

“Are you okay?” You ask, motioning towards the blood. He doesn't respond. He doesn't move. It doesn't even look like he's breathing. You can feel the tension surrounding you and him. It was making your stomach churn.

He stares at you, it almost feels like his eyes are burning through your skin.

Your eyes close.

When they open, the sun is shining through your window. You're laying in your bed, your blanket, that you dropped covering you.

What the fuck happened last night?

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Monarchs: The Turning

Pairing: Vampire Seungmin x Human Fem!Reader

Summary: A sudden tragedy strikes the city, leaving Seungmin to realize how fragile your human self is. Finally after several years of push back from Chan he’s allowed to turn you.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI with adult content. Character death(s), blood feeding/consumption, use of medical needles(vague. Used for a ‘transfusion’), unprotected sex, PIV, oral(F. Receiving), forced orgasm, and mild d/s themes.

Word Count: 11,800 and some change

Author’s Note: It’s here! Thank you guys for being so patient with me. This year has been hell but I really wanted to share more of this universe with you. This fic has ties to Weight of Worth but it’s not required to read. If you have read it, then you might realize where in the timeline this fic takes place. Definitely keep an eye on the little tease about Jisung and how different he is from the rest of the vampire leaders. Please be gentle with me I haven’t posted in ages. We're unedited. I just wanted to get something out.

Tag list: @lee--felix, @nymeriaaa, @svintsandghosts, @9900z, @jess-1404, @formysakeamaryllis, @skzflix-au, @downforseochangbin, @nixtape-foryou, @jeyelleohe, @lovemeorleavemetonight, @moasworld, @compersian, @starlightfantasy, @fariylixie0915, @kyaa-q, @lanter07, @rockstarkkami (Message me if you would like to be added or removed. You'll be notified when I post! 💜)

The city has a reputation for the spread of rumors. Quicker when involving the founders. For the first time in nearly fifty years, Chan has chosen a new clan member to join the seven vampire leaders.

The group will be eight strong now. In reality, this works better for the coven. Chan keeps everyone in pairs for tasks. Especially when leaving the walls of the city.

Over the past few years, Jeongin has consistently shown his loyalty by offering help whenever needed. From volunteering for extra patrols to helping fellow newborns with transitions. If there was a need, Jeongin responded. No job too unreasonable or trivial. If it was to better the town, he was first in line to volunteer.

The group thought the eagerness was gratitude for the care he received. Perhaps it was having freedom again. Genuine freedom he was unaccustomed to since before being turned. His second chance allowed him to flourish in the community.

When given the opportunity, Jeongin is a natural at leading. Even though he’s shy around new people, he’s driven compared to Chan’s other creations. Such a position is stressful. Few attempt to slip into the role. Instead, the newborns listened to Jeongin’s command without hesitation and the humans enjoyed Jeongin’s sociableness once he warmed up to them.

Chan met with each leader, questioning their stance on the potential promotion. To no one’s surprise, the vote was unanimous. Jeongin already bonded naturally with everyone’s dynamics.

A week later, Chan offered the proposal. Seungmin recalls the surprise on Jeongin’s face. He stared in disbelief for a moment before breaking out into a smile. Jeongin could barely speak, stuttering out an excited ‘yes’ to their leader.

Now a celebration is in order for such an event. Currently, the group wishes to celebrate in private, followed by a public event later on in the week. The plan tonight to meet up at the Chan’s estate at sundown. Half of the group was here waiting for the rest to arrive.

Seungmin walks out onto the large balcony once the sun tucks the last of its rays under the horizon. Hyunjin follows right after, carrying two bottles of wine plucked straight from Minho’s collection. He argues the vampire keeps the best wine in the city from the rest of them. Seungmin only shakes his head in response, knowing Minho will disagree with such a claim. Good thing Hyunjin is one of the fastest creatures here. He may need that speed to outrun Minho’s wrath.

A laughing Felix soon steps out with the youngest vampire in tow. The group of four sit around the set of tables and chairs to wait for the others.

Last they heard, Changbin is still stuck in the mine outside town. The elevator in the shaft is giving the elder vampire some trouble. Once the miners are safe, Changbin will make his way over to the estate.

Jeongin mentions Jisung is wrapping up a meeting with a few of the human officials. The meeting ran late as the humans often ramble. Jisung is the only one patient enough to endure it.

Chan and Minho are the remaining two. A minor commotion on the edge of the city is keeping the pair preoccupied. Hyunjin caught little about the situation, only getting wind that the pair will be on their way once resolved. The four will start the celebration without them. The night is young anyway.

“Congratulations Jeongin!” Felix is his first to raise his glass of wine. “It’s an honor to have you among us.”

The younger vampire is bashful, while unable to hide his smile. “I am not worthy.”

“Nonsense!” Hyunjin pipes up, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “You have earned the title. Be proud of yourself. You’ve come a long way.”

The group passes time bringing up mundane topics. Nothing of real importance. Old stories of their own initiation to the role. Hyunjin’s memory of his celebration is foggy. Only recalling the face of the cake he received from Minho in the downstairs ballroom. Most of the town’s residents were in attendance. He holds no grudge. In reality, he found it amusing. Hyunjin swears his revenge was worth it. Striking back on Minho’s birthday the following year, dousing the creature in expensive champagne. Jeongin laughs as the story is told, moving the bottle of wine they share closer to Felix out of precaution.

“Chan didn’t let him retaliate. Told him I simply returned the favor.” Hyunjin states, smug with his revenge tale. “We’re even now. Though I still sleep with my eyes open.”

Seungmin is the first to notice the shift around Jeongin. The youngest’s eyes lock on the north part of town. His brows knit together in confusion before leaning closer towards the railing. He questions the youngest. “What is it?“

“Don’t you see it?” Jeongin points towards the edge of the city. “A fire. There.”

“Minho’s estate.” Hyunjin sputters out. Concern is heavy in his voice. The glass in his hand nearly shatters from the careless toss towards the table. He rises out of his seat towards the railing. Without a second thought of distance, slips over the balcony, landing gracefully on his feet two floors below.

“Hyunjin!” Felix rushes to lean over to question the other. “Where are you going?”

“Minho is on the south side. I’ll find him.” He replies, now yelling as he runs towards the nearby stable. Hyunjin reappears a mere moment later, having grabbed the first available horse. He shouts out an order before rushing off. “Go check it out. We’ll meet you there.”

The three remaining vampires heave themselves over the railing as Hyunjin did. Seungmin tries to squish down any worry in his gut when retrieving a horse. His fingers are numb, fumbling to untie the leather reins. A storm moved through earlier. Lightning could have struck the barn. Perhaps an accident with the staff. There are few humans living there year round. Someone will have caught on and is working to extinguish the flames.

The dark streets of the city are fairly empty with the sunset. Seungmin weaves past the few carriages still out, making it to the edge of Minho’s property in record time.

To his horror, the situation is worse than he expected. He was right. The fire must have started in the barn. Large black clouds of smoke rise into the sky as bright orange flames rage on. The wood structure went up like tinder. There is no salvaging the building.

The small city only owns one firehouse. The group is here, including several of Minho’s neighbors as well. Two lines of vampires and humans work in unison, guiding buckets of water from a well to prevent the house from catching on fire.

“Jisung!” Seungmin shouts out, spotting him leading one of Minho’s horses to a pen away from the commotion. Good, Seungmin thinks. He must have brought the newborns to the property. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know yet.” The vampire appears weary when jogging over to Seungmin. On closer inspection, soot covers his face and hands. He mentions all the farm hands are safe. No casualties out here, human or animal, thankfully. With the commotion, he can’t say the same for the house. “I haven’t been able to check inside.”

“Do you think it was an accident?” Felix asks. His voice is shaky. Worried, prepared to hear the worst. Still, he presses. “Jisung, did you see anyone?”

“I don’t think this was an accident. There were containers of oil in the barn.” Jisung’s round eyes are wide with panic. He shakes his head, words stumbling out. “C-check inside! I have to get this under control. If I don’t, the house will be a loss too. Get the staff out now!”

“I will. Minho is on his way.” Seugmin tightens his hands around the reins to shift his horse towards the house. A click of the tongue and the group is off once more. Felix stays right behind him. A few more feet and the group will round the corner.

The smell of blood hits before the front of the estate comes into view fully. Seungmin pulls on the reins to halt his horse. Felix’s own horse comes to a stop beside him as the three creatures take in the scene in front of them.

One of the once-sturdy oak doors is hanging off the hinges after being smashed into. Two human bodies lay on the steps of the porch. Seungmin recognizes both the steward of the property and a fellow staff member. Unease sits heavy, like a suffocating fog. The creatures don’t require breathing yet hold their breath.

Jeongin slips off before either vampire can respond. The youngest takes off past the length of the house, chasing something that the other two can’t see on the east side towards the wall of the city. Seungmin doesn’t have the luxury to chase after him. Not without knowing the wellbeing of the rest of the staff. Even without confirmation from Felix, he knows the two humans in front of him are dead.

The pair dismount their horses, cautiously, on edge while heading up towards the entrance. The smell of blood is stronger. There is an eerie stillness. The only noise Seungmin can hear is the commotion outside from the fire. He damns his hearing some days. A distraction from the scene in front of him.

Seungmin creeps along the foyer, eyes scanning the scene. Felix moves opposite of him, not saying a word. The vampires have an advantage with their stealth, able to sneak on the intruders if need be. It’s still too loud for Seungmin to decipher heart beats. He’s forced to rely on what he sees.

The familiar living room is unrecognizable. A bulk of the intricately designed furniture created to commemorate Minho’s marriage is now destroyed. Vases filled with harvested flowers from the estate dropped to the floor in a scuffle. The large painting of leaders above the fireplace has a symbol crudely painted over their faces. Seungmin sighs, recognizing it.

Hunters were here.

A sound in the nearby hallway catches Felix’s attention. The other follows on his heel to a door slightly ajar. Seungmin’s hand finds its way to his hip, where his hunting knife rests. He gives a silent nod to signal he’s prepared for whatever the universe has prepared for them on the other side.

At least that’s what he thought.

Once the door opens, Seungmin freezes, glued to the doorway. There’s a sharp pain in the gut as he takes in the sight in front of him. Minho’s wife lays in the middle of the room. Her hands on her stomach. Blood stains her hands and clothing red. More of the viscous liquid is pooling around her frame, spreading outward.

“No!” Felix exclaims, bolting for the petite frame in the middle of the room. He slips on the blood, resulting in him stumbling to knees. “No, no, no.”

No, not her, anyone else.

Seungmin shuffles closer, watching Felix sink his fangs into his wrist without a second thought.

All he can do is listen to the conversation unfold. She’s refusing his wrist, bloody hand pushing it away, stating it’s not allowed.

“There are exceptions to all rules.” Felix is struggling to hold back tears, voice cracking the longer he goes on. “I have to try.”

“It’s no use.”

“Never say such things.”

“Where is he? Minho?”

“He is on his way.” Felix briefly looks up at Seungmin, unsure of what to say, settling for the truth. “Hyunjin is bringing him. He will be here.”

The doors to the room slam open, revealing a rattled Minho on cue. Chan and Hyunjin are hot on his trail as the three enter the room. Seungmin takes the sign to back away to make room. Minho closes the distance with quick strides, knees buckling under him when he hits her side. He doesn’t care for the blood soaking into his clothes. All his attention is on his wife as he leans over her. Felix stays opposite of him, silent while the two talk. What remaining time she has should be for Minho and Minho alone.

There is nothing but relief in her voice when she calls for him. It’s weaker now. Minho made it just in time. Her heartbeat is faint, slow and inconsistent when Seungmin can finally focus on it. She only has a few breaths now.

“Minho, I’m sorry. The answer was yes. It always was.”

“Hush, I know.” Minho cups her face. A smile on his face appears for a second. It falls as Minho struggles to keep his composure. Always the one to stay strong, even in the hardest of moments. “You were scared.”

“Yet now I’m not.”

“Of course not. I told you there is no need for fear. I am here with you until the end.”

As if a snuffed-out candle, she’s gone. Minho’s frame sinks into itself when her heartbeat goes silent. Every vampire in the room can sense it. No one speaks, no one moves minus for a pained wail that erupts from him as the last wall holding him back crumbles. Minho pulls his wife closer to him, face buried into her neck, sobbing freely.

Seungmin has never seen Minho cry in the time of knowing him. The sight is unbearable. He forces himself to look down at the patterned floor. Scenarios are still running through his mind. If the group had been just a hair quicker, perhaps Felix could have turned her.

Speaking of said vampire, Seungmin glances over to see Felix with hands outstretched, shaking as he reaches for Minho’s shoulder. He stops just before he can console the other vampire.

Grief is heavy in the room. A member of the family was slain. A support pillar in the coven is gone and once again the vampires cruelly reminded how fragile human life truly is.

Seungmin thinks of his own wife. The very thought of losing you is beyond bearing. He can only imagine the excruciating pain Minho must be going through.

Eventually Chan’s voice breaks the silence in the room. His voice is heavy with pain. “Hyunjin, contact Changbin. Lock down the wall. No one out or in.”

Hyunjin gave a silent nod in acknowledgment. Before he could leave, the door in front of him slams open. A young servant barrels into the room, brushing past him for Minho. “Mister Lee!”

“Ethel!” Minho clambers to his feet to close the distance.

He wraps his arms around the young human, holding her close into his embrace. He pulls away just enough to brush the hair from her face. Tears stream down her face while sobbing.

“Are you hurt?” He questions. “You are safe, my child. I am here.”

“She told me to hide. Father tried Minho, he tried his hardest to keep them out.” Ethel’s lower lip quivers while her hands cling to Minho’s shirt. Her small frame trembles with her sobs. Her eyes widened when trailing over to his wife’s deceased body. The shocked noise from her makes Seungmin nauseated.

“No!” Minho shouts, forcing Ethel to keep eye contact with him. “Eyes on me. Focus only on me. You are safe.”

“Mister Lee…”

“No one will ever lay a hand on you.” Minho states. The words are a promise. One he will strive to keep. “As long as you live. I will protect you.”

As sweet of a moment, it’s ruined by the door to the room opening a third time. The small group turned towards the entranceway. It’s Jeongin who fills the space. He’s not alone, dragging two unconscious bodies into the room. He tosses a human towards Chan’s feet as if only a sack of potatoes. “Her blood is on him.”

Minho rises, letting Felix’s open arms take Ethel from him. The heat of the anger radiating off Minho is hotter than the sun. Both of his hands are tight fists, weapons ready to shred the hunters to indescribable pieces. His attention stays on the human, ignoring their leader’s call.

Just as Minho reaches the hunter, a hand square to his chest halts him. Chan places his body between them. The snarl that leaves Minho in response is purely animalistic, a warning for their leader.

“Minho,” Chan doesn’t falter, not intimidated. “Killing him now stops us from getting answers. We have to do this the right way.”

“The right way?” Minho knocks Chan’s hand away, before stepping close to leave no space between them. “My wife’s corpse lies five feet from you and you want me to be civil?”

“It’ll get us nowhere.”

“Our humans come first, Chan. Your words.” Minho jabs Chan square in the chest with enough force to send the other a step back. “Where is your backbone? If we don’t snuff this out, there will be more.”

“Precisely. We extract information from him. Learn what this hunter knows. Then prison him for his crimes.”

“Prison?” Minho scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. His rage boils inside of to the point his whole body shakes like a leaf in the wind. “A life was taken. He deserves a worse fate.”

“If we kill him, we’re no better than them.”

Minho has never shared Chan’s ideology of sparing vampire hunters when possible. No, he agrees with the neighboring coven leader, Hongjoong. There are no changing beliefs. It’s kill or be killed. Seungmin understands Minho’s point of view. He doesn’t enjoy killing humans yet when someone takes an oath to devote their whole life to a creature’s demise? A line has to be drawn.

“You swore to protect our people! The same oath we all took. Where is your defense? My wife is dead!” Minho motions over to where his wife lays. “This is what your pacifism gets us!”

“We will find out how they snuck in. We will change our watch patterns and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Inexcusable. What’s your army for? This is why we work with Hongjoong. Prison does nothing. There will be more.”

“Even more reason to question them. We need to know how many more.” Chan places a hand on Minho’s shoulder. He stares straight into Minho’s eyes, voice lowering, trying to coax him to calm down. He needs these words to help make a rational decision. “I swear to you. I swear you will receive justice when the time is right. Don’t let her death be in vain.”

Minho nods. He’s unhappy with this plan, still seething. He will continue for several days, similar to burning coals. Deep down, he knows Chan is right. They all do. There could be a bigger threat on the horizon. This town and the humans mean everything to the coven. Another surprise attack can be detrimental.

“Seungmin,” Chan’s voice brings Seungmin out of his thoughts now, listening to the orders being given. “Please help Minho get her off the floor. She belongs somewhere more comfortable. Felix, take Ethel. Round up staff and take a headcount. Once the fire is extinguished, work with Jisung to focus on their well-being. No one stays in this house tonight. I don’t care about the cost.”

“Can I use the east wing of your estate? We’ll need statements from staff. The closer they are the better.”

“Yes, good idea.” Chan nods before turning to face Jeongin. “You’re with me. We need to secure these two.”

With those last words, the group moves. Seungmin is gentle when lifting the lifeless frame off the floor. As much as he prays for this to be a nightmare, reality proves how real the situation is. The warmth of her body is already leaving. All that’s left is a shell of a human.

Minho motions to head outside. With no update on the fire, it’s safer for everyone. The next sentence he speaks causes Seungmin to let his tears fall. “I want her to see the stars one more time.”

Tension runs high the following days. Hours pass in a blur for Seungmin, nearly spending all his time at Chan’s estate. The leaders are collectively busy following orders. The goal was to make sure the city was safe. For humans and vampires.

First step was upping the defenses with better patrol schedules for the wall. Then operations at the mine outside the city came to a halt for the week. Changbin offered to pay all lost wages if it meant keeping his workers safe. The humans gladly accept the offer. The only set of people causing a ruckus with shut downs were ones who leave to trade with surrounding cities. Chan begrudgingly allowed humans to leave the city with his clearance to reduce any issues. They were subject to inspections of goods before returning to the city.

As for the vampire hunters, four are secured in cells. Interrogation led by Chan revealed the group acted alone and not by command of the church. The group was strategic, splitting up to have a distraction at the main gate to keep Chan’s attention while the remaining attacked Minho’s home.

His estate lies tucked away from a majority of the city and close to the wall. An easy target and one with a quick escape. The fire would keep the staff busy, meaning the two could search the house for a slumbering Minho and eliminate him.

Minho’s wife confronted the hunters. She tried her best to keep the two at bay, knowing staff would eventually find them. However, being outnumbered led to her demise. With all the bad timing, at least Jeongin would subdue them at the wall. One good thing occurred.

Minho’s rage continues to grow with their leader’s decision to keep the hunters alive. The pair are arguing for the hundredth time outside. Seungmin sits with Felix on a balcony, eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Give me a moment with them.”

“No, you will kill them.”

“Get your hands dirty.” Minho briefly pauses before letting out a huff. “Or have you forgotten how?”

“Killing them won’t heal your pain. No matter how much you think it will.”

Minho sneers, taking a step closer. “What do you know, oh great one? What loss have you endured?”

“Minho enough!” Chan snaps back, voice thunderous compared to his calm demeanor a moment before. The leader’s patience finally pushed past the limit after the relentless arguing every time they met. “The pain you have is unimaginable and you have my sympathy. You will not question my authority when there is so much at stake. You don’t have to agree with my actions, but you will not disrespect me.”

Minho’s jaw tightens while contemplating how much further he can push today. It’s only when the feline eyes narrow Seungmin rises from his seat, half expecting to intervene in the physical fight about to break out. Chan doesn’t need help to defend himself. No, he worries more for Minho’s expense. The humbling submission will do nothing for his rage.

A ray of clarity must have struck the vampire. Only spitting out another rude remark before turning on his heel. Chan stays silent, taking his leave back inside his home once Minho is out of sight. Seungmin doesn’t miss the brief look of defeat on his face. Human deaths have always taken a toll on the leader. Now to lose someone in the inner circle and the weight of blame he accepts must be heavy. He wonders what else the leader can do. An attack towards the church directly dooms the city. A fate already circulating a neighboring coven.

Felix speaks up from behind him. “I talked to Minho this morning.”

“What did he say?”

“He doesn’t blame me. I know it’s not my fault. She was already gone, but I still should have forced her. To say I did everything.”

“You tried.” Seungmin says as he turns to face the other. “You saw the blood. There was no recovery. You kept her comfortable till he could arrive.”

The wall Felix built crumbles. Seungmin closes the distance to pull the other into his embrace. The pain is still a tender wound for all of them. Grief only gets harder the longer you exist. Even with a rotting heart in the chest cavity. Humans come and go while the vampires remain.

Felix questions when Seungmin pulls away. “Where are you going?”

“To Chan. He and I have something to discuss. Will you be alright?”

“Yes. I will be.” Felix nods, wiping his face clear of the fresh tears. “My apprentice starts at the hospital today.”

“Bury yourself in work with them. It will distract you.”

He doesn’t wait for Felix’s response, slipping through the door into the hallway. Collectively, the coven should take more time to mourn, yet it doesn’t feel right to. Minho and his wife would want life to go on. Don’t let time stop for them.

Although the more Seungmin thinks about it, the more he realizes the group may need a few days. Every fuse is short among them, bickering and snarky remarks. Minho even became a shell of himself, only focusing on the four hunters.

The walk is a brief journey to Chan’s office. To his surprise, his leader is not only here already, but with another familiar face.

Jisung.

Seungmin heaves a sigh, staying near the door to offer some privacy. Annoyance prickles his spine over the wait. It’s been impossible to meet with Chan in private. The topic isn’t urgent by any means, but after two days of trying, he’s growing impatient.

The emotion fades away when hearing the distress in Jisung’s voice. “I should have checked the house.”

“Do not blame yourself.”

“If I had, she wouldn’t be dead. I could have turned her.”

“And then the farmhands would have died. You responded correctly. You can only be in one place at a time.”

“But if I had-”

“Listen to me,” Chan cuts the other off, tone authoritative only to reassure. “There is no changing the outcome. You will sit in the misery of ‘what if’ for all eternity if you continue down this path.”

“All I saw was the farmhands.”

“Do not blame yourself. The visions are inconsistent. You prevented the tragedy from becoming worse.”

Interesting, Seungmin thinks. Jisung is unique among the group. He’s clairvoyant, able to see the world differently through bits and pieces of visions before the events occur. Jisung considers them useless information. Knowledge of a hazardous storm, a person’s hand before cards leave the dealer’s hand, or the repetitive scene with a human he’s never met. The last one happens the most, to his frustration.

Though on rare occasions, he catches wind about a potential threat that leads the situation to be tipped towards Chan’s favor. The creature dragging Jeongin along, for example. He knew the hour she would arrive in the neighboring town and where she slumbered. Chan would catch her off guard thanks to the info.

Jisung saw the fire, meaning he knew the potential fate of those humans. Chan is right. He saved lives. His visions are a blessing, a gift, even if he doesn’t agree.

His clairvoyance is an unknown side effect of being a vampire or existed beforehand. Jisung lacks the memory of his human self, only recalling the aftermath of Chan turning him in a moment of desperation to prevent death. The poor vampire searched for answers for several decades.

From what Seungmin gathers, Jisung has a lead, now asking to leave the city.

“Not now,” Chan denies him gently. “Give me some time and I’ll let you go.”

“I understand. We have more pressing matters.”

“Jisung, I beg you to keep him civil. Just a little longer.”

“He trusts me. I’ll talk him down. Let’s not make him wait a lifetime.”

With those words Jisung leaves. Seungmin comes closer, taking in his leader. There are dark rings around his eyes. The pale skin on the edges of his face turned a faint gray from lack of feeding. His body is attempting to preserve itself from rotting. The stress is worse than he thought.

Seungmin sinks into the chair across from Chan. “How is everything?”

“A disaster. Minho is adamant about helping with the interrogation. Two of the four have caved under the pressure, but not the one Minho wants. Useless babbles of the church.”

Seungmin nods while he listens, not surprised by the vampire hunter’s mentality. Their beliefs drilled into them at such a young age it’s nearly impossible to change their mindset. This batch of hunters is the worst. He recognized the insignia on the painting in an instant. The Church of Saint Michael is an extremist group going to any length to destroy covens.

The group of four had made it far, nearly 2,500 kilometers from the nearest establishment their church owned. The question still unanswered was who tipped them off about Minho.

There is a possibility that the four were tracking the vampire that created Jeongin. Although it’s been years since her death. The humans in the city come and go with Chan’s clearance. By chance, the hunters received information, hearing tales of the eight leaders and their odd lifestyles.

“If I allow him, he will go till he kills them. I want to. What do you think?”

“Honestly?” Seungmin shrugs. He tells the truth the more he ponders the thought. “I believe Minho would find closure by having the opportunity. He has always been eye for an eye.”

“Changbin said the same.”

“A vote perhaps?”

“No, the majority already rules.”

Of course, Seungmin knows this. The group understands what Minho needs. The people in town don’t have to know. Chan can hide his tracks. The hunters are a threat to everyone, not just the vampires in the city. Any human caught aiding the undead is an enemy to the church. Elimination of any trace is the best solution, even if Chan hopes beliefs can be changed.

“Enough of that. What did you wish to talk about?”

“My wife.” Seungmin pauses for a moment to collect himself. “She wishes to be turned.”

“We have talked about this.”

“Chan, I have given you ten years to think about my request. Ten years!”

Chan sits up straighter in his chair, taken aback by the sudden outburst from Seungmin. The younger immediately lowers his eyes to the hands in his lap, mentally pushing down his frustration.

“I want you two to be certain.” Chan’s voice is softer, genuine concern present. “This decision is irreversible.”

“After recent events? We have never been more confident in our choice.”

The request is consistently denied without a second thought. Chan states the pair needs to be committed to the idea, to the consequences that follow. The both of you‌ have discussed the decision. You were the one that initially asked, taking Seungmin by surprise. He would never push such a decision on you. In fact, he asked over and over to the point of annoyance to assure you wanted such a fate.

Now Seungmin needs the transition to happen more than ever. You continue to age, increasing the risk of sickness and death. If turned, you stand a far better chance at survival.

To Seungmin’s surprise, Chan relents. “Fine, you have my permission.”

“I want to be the one that does it.”

“It’s against tradition.”

“This differs from the typical newborn.” Seungmin counters. He recalls how a majority of the emotions involved with the transition. How every thought focuses on the newborn’s maker. Those are feelings Seungmin selfishly wants for himself. You are married to him, love him, so it’s logical he turns you. “I don’t want her to be sired by you.”

“What’s your plan? Your house is not safe.”

“I’ll take her. Deep in the woods. Like before, the old way.”

“Alone? In a time like this? No.”

“I refuse to wait any longer. I will do it without your blessing.”

“Changbin will come with you.” Chan’s eyes narrow in annoyance. “End of discussion.”

Seungmin doesn’t press further. Instead nods in agreement. He got his answer. Changbin will work with him, give him the space he needs. So the deal isn’t completely awful. Now he just needs to find the other vampire to plan. The sooner the better.

Seungmin rises from his seat, saying one last comment to his maker. “Feed, or you’ll scare the humans.”

Felix isn’t one for home visits. Not anymore, not when his staff grew. The small one room expanded to a fully equipped clinic, making it impossible to fulfill the demand. Today, he makes an exception for you.

Once the city flourished, Chan abandoned a majority of the old ways surrounding vampires. The goal was to attract as little attention as possible. This included his turning process. Creation usually involves sharing blood. The exchange is unpleasant for humans. No one volunteers to ingest blood, let alone a vampire’s.

This is where Felix’s background comes in. He suggested blood transfusions. On record, it wouldn’t be suspicious if a human needed blood. There are a handful of situations when one is required. All Chan would have to do was be strategic with his timing. Far less suspicion in the city.

Today is your transfusion. Seungmin half expected you to be nervous even if just in anticipation. Instead, you sit with a calmness around you. Not even a hint of a spiked heart rate.

Felix takes his time explaining details, answering all questions. He’s currently dabbing an alcohol soaked cotton ball in the crook of your elbow as he speaks. “Imagine our blood is a parasite taking over yours. Even now, it will work through your blood, changing you.”

“Weird to be in this position where I take the blood.” You say with a small smile. “I still stand by what I said. Vampires are leeches.”

“Correct. We take the blood, it’s absorbed into our system, and provides the necessities.”

“How can you have blood to give if you’re dead?”

“Undead.” Felix corrects while his fingers search over your arm, stopping shy of your elbow to settle on a vein close to the surface. The needle enters your system with a quick prick. He’s always had a knack for precision. “Our blood is still in our system. It doesn’t go away. If I cut myself, I’ll bleed.”

A look of confusion on your face finds its way onto your face. You motion over to Seungmin with your free hand. “But he heals when he’s injured. Faster than a human. You say we can follow tradition for his sake, but how am I supposed to feed off his blood? He’ll heal.”

“If you apply pressure on the wound, it buys you time. Remember, only what you can stomach. You won’t need much.”

If Seungmin were human, his ears would burn red with embarrassment. He’s always been a fan of the old traditions. You don’t have to ingest his blood tonight, still you agree to indulge him. Mercifully, Felix doesn’t tease him. Instead, the other vampire understands how intimate this moment is for the two of you and one that will only happen once.

Felix gives a last check over his work before turning back to you. His fingers linger on the clamp, preventing blood from flowing. “I know the answer, but I have to ask one more time. Are you sure?”

Your heartbeat spikes briefly as realization hits you. The calm demeanor doesn’t change. Only a few breaths to prepare yourself, and for a second Seungmin worries you will say no.

You don’t.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

With a final confirmation from you, Felix let the clamp open. The blood moves, staining the tubing a dark red. Seungmin can barely contain his excitement, forcing himself to remain still as a board for the procedure.

The transformation is beginning.

A mix of pride and adoration runs through Seungmin as if adrenaline was itself. The love of his life finally being able to turn. An honor itself to use his own blood. You will be his creation, his newborn, and you will be perfect.

Outside the city rest a handful of dilapidated cabins, tucked away throughout the woods. A lingering as a sign of earlier times. The safe space originated for vampires to travel between cities. Perfect to slumber in the shallow crawl spaces under the floorboards, providing protection against the sun.

By horse, it takes Seungmin about an hour after sundown to locate one. He requested a favor from Hyunjin, asking for the location of a cabin in decent condition. The vampire delivered, stating he visits one in particular on hunting trips.

The cabin stands tall despite the harsh winters endured. Small patches of moss decorate the roof, not quite creating damage yet. Vines of leafy ivy run along a side, nearly devouring the entire wall. A quick check on the shutters protecting the windows and lock on the door tells him the cabin is secure. Not even the elements can ruin this night.

Inside fairs better. Seungmin raises the lantern in his hand before giving the area a once over. There is a bed tucked in the corner. At the foot rests a chest Hyunjin mentioned. He dropped off some bedding the night before as his way to help the transition. A touching reminder of how much the coven cares for the inner circle.

Hyunjin left a few more gifts in the small space. On the table in the middle of the cabin rests another lantern ready to use, two glasses, and a bottle of wine, no doubt stolen from Minho’s collection. He even left a neat pile of wood next to the fireplace. Seungmin makes a mental note to thank the other the next time he sees him.

For your sake, he wastes no time starting a fire. Bright warm yellow flames envelop the dry wood, stealing his attention for a moment. The twisting sensation in his gut is back. His nerves have wreaked havoc on him all day.

But why?

You both want this. Chan gave permission. He’s made every step of the process be as painless as possible for you. Everything leading up to this moment is running smoothly. Yes, you are the first human he’s turned, but putting a saddle on a horse is a harder task.

Perhaps Seungmin dreads appearing like a fool in front of you. He needs to be confident tonight. You are trusting him with all of your being.

“Thank you.” You say behind him, followed by a hand gently squeezing his shoulder. The soft smile his way is enough for his tense shoulders to relax. “It’s warmer already.”

There’s a calm aura around you when taking in your surroundings. The old chest at the end of the bed creaks when opened. A smile finds its way onto your way when pulling out the soft bedding. Hyunjin spared no expense.

“Let me.” Seungmin says while rising to his feet. He should be the one preparing all this. Tonight reminds him of early in the relationship where he fumbles over his actions and words. You couldn’t care less about how tonight goes. Though to him, it needs to be perfect. His one chance.

“If I knew I was going to be pampered so much I would have hounded Chan to allow this sooner.”

Seungmin huffs in response. “I always spoil you. Or should I take back all the new furs I brought you? I can find buyers in the city.”

“Ah! You don’t need to be so rude. I’m only teasing.” There is a moment of silence before you speak again. “Changbin arrives tomorrow, right?”

“Yes,” He replies, attention focused on straightening the quilt on the bed. “Why do you ask?”

“Then I don’t need clothes then.”

Those words capture his attention. Now standing up straight, bewitched by the devilish smirk on your face. His temptress up to no good, slipping off the thin dress. The material pools at your feet leaving you naked. The dancing shadows in the room from the fire give you a radiant glow. His cock stirs in interest.

There is an itch in Seungmin. Call it a primal urge. No, a hunger. The longer he takes you in he feels the sensation grow. His cute little prey is now completely bare and vulnerable in this state. The urge causes his fangs to ache with the need to pierce the skin. He needs his hands on you, using you how he wants to. Mold you into the submissive lover he enjoys. He may fuck you where you stand, forgo the bed entirely. Just bend you over the small table and fuck you till your hips are covered in bruises.

“No, I know that look.” You say with a mischievous tone. “I haven’t tried this wonderful wine Hyunjin gifted.”

“Down a glass then.”

“Do you want a taste?” You ask while reaching for the bottle. The cork comes out with a minor struggle.

“Not of the wine.”

“Then get undressed while I drink.”

He takes the advice, shedding his clothes off before folding them neatly on the lid of the chest. It takes all his self control to hold back. He endures your teasing, letting the anticipation build. There’s a level of pride you relish in with the way you take your time pouring a small amount into a glass.

It’s darker than a Merlot. Reminds him of blood with how it stains your mouth as you drink it down. Questions flood his mind. What will happen when you both require blood? A stock worker? Will you find a human to keep and share? It wouldn’t be the first time you have brought another into the bedroom. Perhaps you two will take a page out of Minho’s book and hire a live-in.

Seungmin can’t handle the mouthwatering daydreams any longer. He needs you now. With two fingers, he beckons you over. “Enough games. Come here.”

You obey, like the beautiful creature you are. The very second he can place his hands on you results in a light toss onto the bed. You let out an excited giggle before sinking comfortably on your back. He’s on top of you in a blink finally able to let loose.

Seungmin truly wishes to worship your body, starting with soft kisses down your chest and stomach as he settles between your legs. The pair of you have been in this moment hundreds of times, still your body reacts similar to the first time, writhing under him as you mewl from the sensations.

He lets out a small groan, seeing the wetness taunting him, begging to be tasted. Spit pools on his tongue before reaching your folds. The taste of you is addicting. Unable to control his aggressive licking and sucking. He’s tasting the sweetest nectar and needs his fill till he’s drunk on you.

“Seung!” you cry out, feeling two fingers slip inside you with little resistance, curling and searching for the soft gummy spot that gets you really vocal.

Seungmin ignores you, too focused on how easily you accept him. So wet with a handful of touches. Desperation always follows as your hips shift to either meet the thrusts of his fingers or escape the intensity. He’ll never grow tired of this and after tonight he won’t have to hold back his restraint. His cock throbs at the idea of a long nights with you. No pesky human stamina to keep him from teasing you till sunrise.

You pull on Seungmin’s hair to pull him away from your wet folds. The bottom half of his face is coating in a mix of you and his own saliva. He must look delirious with the amount of desire he has. His brows furrowed in confusion as to why you stopped him.

There’s a flash of uncertainty on your face for a second as you collect yourself. “Not tonight. I need you now before I overthink.”

Seungmin nods, understanding the fear you feel, recalling it himself when Chan drained him for his transition. Words can only be so reassuring. Fear of the unknown will plague you. The faster this ordeal is over with, the better for the both of you.

He crawls up your body and settles between your legs. The heat radiating from your body is warm against him. He’ll almost miss it.

A satisfied sigh leaves you with as his cock sinks inside of you. A gentle, sensual pace follows. There is no rush. This isn’t about Seungmin’s pleasure. No, it’s about you. All he wants is to send you over the edge into bliss, so the inevitable bite hurts less. It always works with feeding. Seungmin preferred feeding off of you than a stock worker. It’ll be an interesting change for the both of you.

The joys of being in the woods allows you to be as loud as you want. Your moans filling the cabin only encourage Seungmin. It’s a swell of pride. He’s making you feel this good.

“Min,” you gasp. Your entire body is taught similar to a bowstring drawn. A telltale sign you are dancing on the edge of an orgasm. “Now.”

Seungmin doesn’t hesitate, sinking his fangs into your neck at the tail end of your words. Warm, fresh blood hits his tongue in a rush. He groans in satisfaction. There’s a change in blood. So close now.

His focus on the taste drives his thrusts faster. The slow and steady changes to need. A need you mirror with the way your body arches. Every inch of your flush skin feels delightful against the ice cold of his. You were made for him. Soul and body are a perfect match.

There is no better feeling than the way your walls clench around him, trying to keep him buried deep inside you. Only a handful of thrusts later leaves your pussy dripping more delicious juices onto the bedding as the impending orgasm hits.

Seungmin can feel you grow weaker. The hold you have on him loosens. It’s enough to tell him to pull away. The next part has to happen quickly before you pass out. He needs to get his blood into your system.

He digs his fangs deep into the meat of his palm before pressing the wounds to your mouth. There’s no resistance to the blood when offered.

Good. Very good.

It’s an unpleasant taste, but for the sake of tradition you persist. For him, you persist. Your desire for change is stronger, powering through the best you can.

However, Seungmin didn’t anticipate how hard the next steps would be. He works with care to clean both of you up before the dark part of the transition. It’ll be over in a flash. You won’t feel a thing. Next time you wake, the worst is over. You will be complete.

When Seungmin wakes, the side of the bed next to him is empty. No, he thinks. Eyes wide with panic as he nearly falls out of bed, trying to get his feet under him. He expected to wake before you did. Usually, the process took longer. You should have been out for another half a day. He didn’t even think to move you. No one wakes this early in transition.

The door to the small cabin is ripped open while he tries to collect himself. He doesn’t know how long you have been up. You are a newly turned newborn, heavy with confusion. Lost and unable to process much at first. Thankfully, the scent of you is faint. Seungmin is confident he can track you.

It’s dark when he steps out into the woods. The sun appears to be tucked away for now. The trees are dense with leaves blocking the view of the skyline. He hopes he has time. The last thing he needs is for you to burn to ash.

Even with his heightened eyesight it doesn’t stop his stumbling as he barrels through the forest. He’s always been the best at tracking. Chan has always relied on his skill for years. Now he begs it doesn’t fail him in his search for you. He’s confident he’s on the right trail. Occasionally, he spots a footprint in the mud that undoubtedly is yours. No one else is out this far.

Seungmin sighs in relief when he finds you. He sees the same white nightgown hunched over, arms wrapped around your knees that are pulled tight to your chest. A dead deer lays at your feet. Seungmin can smell the creature’s blood. It’s been dead for a moment.

Hunger. You had responded to the natural urge, taking it out on the first animal you found. There is no actual harm in feeding on the deer. It’s not sustainable, not when you are transitioning. You need a human’s blood. Thank whatever deity that has stopped you from making it into town.

Seungmin can’t imagine how Chan would react if you had made it home, or worse, if you had fed on the townsfolk. He can’t bear to think of the consequences. Just grateful you stopped here, and he found you. Changbin joining isn’t as far-fetched as he originally thought. He underestimated this challenge.

When he calls for you, he takes a cautious step closer. How far gone are you? Are you still in that haze where only part of your humanity has returned? Or are you a creature trying to regain focus? Seungmin has to be prepared for either. If you bolt now, he doesn’t have the choice but take you down to drag you back to the cabin. The restraints he packed flash through his mind. He doesn’t wish to use them. Being confined will scare you more.

When you look up at him, your pretty eyes are now swollen from crying. The sight hurts Seungmin to see. From your lips, your chin, down the front of the nightgown is blood. It’s soaked down your chest. He’s not surprised. Your fangs are newly developed, awkward to use at first.

If his heart still beat, he would know it sting seeing how broken you look. Seungmin has witnessed plenty of newborns like this. With you, it’s unbearable. The smile he’s fallen in love with seems like a distant memory. It’ll be some time till he sees it again.

“Seung-” Your voice trails off, hoarse as if dying for water on a hot day.

Ah, you recognize him. You’ve pulled through.

Seungmin falls to his knees, pulling you into his embrace. His hold is tight, whispering comforting words to soothe you. A wave of sobs starts. He can barely decipher your garbled words as you speak into his shirt. You must be so disoriented. Confused by all the surroundings. Not to mention the pain from the fangs coming in.

He waits as you calm down. Long past the last of sniffles till your hands release the death grip you have on him. Only then does he take out a handkerchief from his pocket, dipping a corner into the water. “Darling, let’s get you cleaned up a little.”

Immediately, you fight the hold he has on you. You remind him of a fussy toddler in the way you turn your face away to avoid his hand.

“It’s okay. I have you.” Seungmin tightens his grip when you attempt to break away. “Darling please, let me.”

“No!” You twist, writhing out of Seungmin’s hold. You land in a heap on the ground. The confinement appears to be too much. You settle next to him. Seungmin sighs, reminding himself to be patient.

Whatever intrusive thought you had won, leading you to dip into the water a moment later. In a matter of seconds, you sprawl out on your stomach enjoying the small stream wash over you. This branch off the river is shallower than usual. The snowpack melting from the mountains is long gone and not much rain occurred this summer. The water still runs ice cold late at night. To a human, the temperature would freeze.

“Come now. Let’s go back.”

“Home?” You question pushing off the ground to sit up.

“Not yet. We have to stay.” Your expression sours at his words. Seungmin’s entire chest cavity aches. “I am sorry. A couple more days, I swear. Please come.”

You nod yet make no movement to stand. Your arms extend outward. Seungmin doesn’t protest at your request to be carried, hooking an arm under your knees and around your back to lift you out of the water. Your arms are secure around his neck as you rest your head against him. If this means you don’t fight him, he’ll do it. Who cares if his clothes soak up the water?

The walk back is silent minus a few deer traveling around the two of you. The wolf pack Seungmin was monitoring for Chan is further north. Miles away from you two. The silence doesn’t bother him. You are lost in your head again. Seungmin hopes time passes quickly. He needs his wife back. He needs you back.

Closer to the cabin another scent of a vampire hits Seungmin. Changbin is here. He confirms as much when stepping inside the cabin. The older vampire is tending to the fireplace.

Changbin turns to face the other. He gives a once over at the scene before motioning to the table in the middle of the room. “I brought supplies. Figured you would enjoy the company.”

“You’re early.”

“Chan was worried.”

The other vampire doesn’t ask questions about why the cabin was empty and truth be told, Seungmin is grateful. Changbin faces the fireplace to respect privacy as Seungmin strips you of your wet clothes. You don’t fight as he dresses you. You settle on the bed once dressed. Seungmin leaves the restraints on the floor. There is no need. Two vampires are here.

“Here.” Changbin offers him a glass. “You look like you could use it.”

Whiskey. The amber liquor hits Seungmin’s tongue and swallows it down in a gulp. He needed a drink after the scare he had. Now he can allow himself to relax. If you bolt, there are two vampires able to stop you before you even make it through the doorway.

“I’m here. For both of you. Take a minute for yourself.”

Seungmin sinks into a chair with a huff. Changbin sits opposite, his eyes locked on you. “How is she?”

“She’s there, but not completely.”

“She’ll pull through. They always do. Once they feed consistently, they are back to normal.”

Seungmin nods. He knows, he understands. He’s seen transformations plenty of times. Even remembering most of his own. It’s hard to watch. Seungmin doesn’t remember the last time he’s gone this long without your smile or laugh. He knows it’s foolish to feel this way. Still, he worries you will regret your decision. Hate what you have become and want to end your life. Seungmin needs reassurance from you. If you can tell him.

“Let me look at her,” Changbin says while retrieving a jar from his bag. Your curious eyes lock onto the liquid as he crosses the small cabin. He pulls the cork before sitting down next to you. “I need you to drink.”

Surprisingly, you listen. Allowing Changbin to bring the jar to your lips. Seungmin watches in silence while you swallow down a few gulps. You mull over the human blood you consumed once the jar is pulled away.

Human blood is what you need. It’s what will make you feel better. The gears are working in your mind as you process all your emotions. You are understanding.

“You feel better, yeah?” Changbin smiles, voice sweet. He speaks to you with love. It’s genuine, you’re a family member to the coven. He wishes for the best for you. “Keep going, honey.”

You take the jar with eager hands, drinking down more of the viscous liquid. At the minimum, you understand the importance of human blood. Tomorrow, the two will expose you to a fresh source to see how you react. If you are stable, then better your chances of going home. If not, a few more days in solitary won’t kill you.

Seungmin’s mind flashes to Jeongin for a brief second. His creation is a special case. A rare occurrence, manipulated to be unstable. You won’t be like him. No, more like the typical newborn Chan creates.

Changbin scowls when looking over the container of blood you returned. Not even half a jar. Yet you curl under the blankets like a kitten with a full belly of milk. He places the cork back in, leaving the bottle nearby if you choose to take more.

Seungmin mentally prepares for the next words out of the elder’s mouth. “She’s barely fed.”

“She had a deer.”

“It’s crucial to get her on human blood.”

“I know.” Seungmin snaps back. He’s not a fool. Of course it’s important. He never expected you to wake up so soon. The blood he brought still sits in his bag, intending to give it to you tonight. “You came early.”

“If I’m to bring a stock worker, I need to know where she stands.”

“She will be ready.”

Changbin’s voice lowers when he sits back down across from Seungmin. “I’m sorry. We just want the best for both of you.”

Frustration pricks at Seungmin. The inside of his mouth bleeds from where his teeth sunk into a meaty piece. His attitude needs to adjust. Changbin is an elder, higher in command than himself. He should be respectful. Even more so when all he’s doing is trying to help.

The conversation starts back up this time with Seungmin asking about a fellow leader. “How is Minho?”

“Better. The hunters are dead.”

“By his hand?”

Changbin nods. “Finally broke under his interrogation. There was blood on every wall. I came into the room with a jaw on the floor.”

“I would have done the same.”

“For her? We all would.”

Changbin reveals some good news. No impending attack is on the horizon. The church exiled these hunters for not executing enough. Killing one leader would have earned them back into the good graces of the church.

Seungmin wants to laugh. What a pathetic lot of humans. No one will miss them. The world is safer without them. You are safer without them.

Unfortunately, there will always be more hunters, but with the right training and your new vampire abilities will keep you safe. That’s all that matters to him.

By the next night, your spirits have lifted. You are coherent enough to have full conversations. Pieces of your personality are shining through. Seungmin believes the worst is over. You feed without a struggle. The substantial amount means you are on schedule. The next step is feeding from a stock worker. Should be easy with your temperament. Your hunger will be minimal, and with the help of Changbin, the process is likely to go without hiccups.

Instead, it’s not Changbin who enters the cabin tonight. It’s Minho. Seungmin blurts out his words before the other even clears the doorway. “Why are you here?”

“I needed to get out of town.” Minho doesn’t elaborate. Instead, the elder crosses the room for you. He kneels in front of you, calling for you in a calm voice. You smile in response, recognizing him. “Hello sweetheart, let’s get a look at you.”

Both of his hands cup your face. His thumbs push up against your top lip to expose your teeth. On occasion, fangs struggle to come in. Unable to pierce through the gums. It’s a rare occurrence. An easy fix, but best caught sooner than later.

“Ah!” Minho’s tongue clicks when you pull away. “None of that. Let me see.”

This time Minho succeeds at forcing your mouth open. A frustrated groan leaves you. Annoyed with the intrusion, you writhe to fight the hold. It gets you nowhere, still weaker than the older vampire’s iron grip. More noises of distress leave you as he prods at your fangs with his fingers.

The second Minho releases your face, you cross the room to Seungmin. He lets you crawl into his lap for consolation, securing his arms around you. His smile is hard to hide when you bury your face in the crook of his neck. This feels good to him. How it should be. Seungmin can’t deny how his chest fills with warmth, knowing you still find comfort in him. He will hold you till you protest. Whatever you need, he’ll do it.

“I know,” Minho smiles fondly, coming back over to apologize. Your hiss in response only makes Minho coo at you. He finds you adorable. As he does with most newborns. “I’m sorry. Healthy though.”

Seungmin scolds himself. He should have checked your fangs. Even as prepared as he thought he was, he shouldn’t have missed the basics. He reasons with himself over the deer you fed from. Your fangs clearly came in. Regardless, it’s in the past now. Seungmin can only control what happens now.

“Seungminnie, I’m hungry.”

“Are you?” Minho questions, his voice still sweet, as if speaking to a child. He leans closer, brushing the hair out of your face. “I brought you a human.”

You glance up at Seungmin, unsure of what to say. He explained the entire process many times prior to tonight. You discussed with Changbin last night you felt ready. However, the pacifist in you may act up. Morality is weird with the newly turned. A gray area between understanding the need for blood for survival and knowing the cost will hurt someone. You never even killed bugs when alive. Now you have to bite someone.

“It’s alright.” Seungmin squeezes you reassuringly. “They just want to help you. Faster you can safely feed, the sooner we can leave.”

“Home?”

“Yes, home.” Minho answers, “We all miss you. Don’t you wish to come home?”

“Yes!”

The two older vampires can’t help but chuckle with the eager response you offer. Seungmin wants to go home at this point. As grateful as he is with the cabin being available, it’s not the comfort of home. Lacks the safety of home. The vampire hunter’s attacks still weigh heavily on Seungmin. He should be with the others.

At the very least, he should be there for Minho. He deserves time to grieve. The stubborn vampire won’t allow himself. So Seungmin will return to share the responsibilities. Just in case Minho needs to step away.

Seungmin’s home is quiet once the moon is high in the sky. Staff turned in for the evening, leaving only a handful to move around the house. Less in the lower levels. The two of you prefer the privacy of down here.

For your sake, staff interactions were minimal on arrival. The plan was to not overwhelm you with humans. Seungmin knows you won’t attack anyone, but he would rather not risk their lives. A few more quiet days paired with a stock worker to feed from will have you adapted to the new schedule.

A bath was the first thing you wanted when stepping inside. Seungmin drew the hot water, adding a few drops of your favorite oils with a few fresh rose petals from your garden. He kept the temperature higher than what a human would find comfortable. A subtle way to support your change with a colder body than you are used to. It took weeks for him to adapt.

The quiet time alone allowed him to slip away to catch up on affairs. He stands just shy of his desk, browsing through mail. Not much occurred. A few agricultural concerns for him to check out later in the week. Chan left a letter requesting an update on the overpopulated deer taking a liking to the east side. He has growing concerns about the wolves moving closer for easy pickings.

To save everyone time, Seungmin will send a group of humans to hunt. Thin the herd before the first frost. The meat could last through winter and plenty of pelts for the humans to use. Every part of the animal will have a purpose. He takes pride in his community, not being wasteful. With that thought in mind, Seungmin quickly pens a letter in response to the details.

Now he can focus on you.

You have no expectations. Your business partner will run the shop till you are ready to return, if you decide to. The profits are a passive income, anyway. He smiles to himself while plotting selfish ways to encourage you to stay with him.

Speak of the devil.

What a cute little hunter you’ve become.

Seungmin can sense you are nearby, tiptoeing closer to sneak up on him. You would be quiet as a church mouse to any human. Not to him. Where he stands, he’s certain you’re behind him on his right. He can’t hide his smile. “What are you doing?”

“How can you hear me?” You huff in annoyance. When he glances over his shoulder, there’s a cute pout on your face he wishes to kiss. “I was so careful with the floorboards.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

He discards the quill with little care, too invested in giving you all his attention. Everything outside the two of you can wait a little longer. He turns on his heel, taking in the view of you in the dimly lit office.

What a beauty you are.

The last few days were a storm. Now there is peace. Relief reminds Seungmin of the warmth of a sunrise when he was human. Any dread falls away. Here you are in all your glory. A creature of the night. The same as him, able to live a long life with him. A dream came true after all this time. His undead heart could almost beat back to life with the joy he feels. The wait was brutal, though the reward was gratifying.

Seungmin offers open arms. A giggle leaves you when you rush him. He catches you with ease, securing his arms around you. Happiness looks the best on you. Far better than the range of emotions over the last few days.

“I love you.”

“I know.” He replies, smug.

“Hey!” You playfully swat his chest. “Say it back?”

“Why? If you hear it once, then you have already heard me say it.”

Seungmin ignores the eye roll he receives. Normally, he would spit out more words to tease you. Instead, he kisses the sour look on your face. Soft, with no further intention other than to distract you.

“I’ll show you how much I love you.”

Gentle as he can, Seungmin guides the both of you to the floor. Underneath you lies a rug gifted for your wedding. Hand woven and plush to cushion you as he untangles himself from your limbs. A flicker of shame hits briefly. At least the two of you appreciate and find a purpose for the rug. When his fingers find the front of your shirt, he tucks away the thought.

The material is thin under his fingertips, shreds with ease as he tears the clothing away from your body. His lips connect with your neck, trailing over the exposed skin. Gone is the warmth. Still, the skin is smooth, and just as soft as he remembers. Gone are the times of the ability to leave flourishing marks along your collarbone. No longer is running blood in your veins, no blood vessels able to react to the harsh sucks. Seungmin tries anyway, mostly for the reaction.

He should take you back to the bedroom. Fuck you properly on the soft bed like you deserve. Not here in his office. He’s unable to pull away from your body, bewitched by the view.

A smirk forms when hearing all your little gasps. His hands tease your breasts. More soft skin under his calloused hands. You mewl at the kneading, nipples stiffening under his teasing. You get to experience his touch for the first time again. This time with the heightened senses.

Sharp nails dig into the skin of his arms, causing him to groan. You don’t even know your own strength yet. One of the few forces in this world could cause damage to his skin. It feels heavenly.

Seungmin’s hands run down your stomach to your spread thighs. There are a couple of faint scars under his fingertips. Evidence of previous bites from him, never fully disappearing even with the healing salve. His thumb traces over the scar tissue. Mine, he thinks. You are his. His wife, partner, and creation.

His eager hands move inward. More waves of desire hit hard with the way your pussy taunts him with glistening folds. All it took was a handful of touches to have you clinging to the rug. He hasn’t even started the fun part.

One finger slips in with ease to test the waters, shallowly working in and out. Then he progresses to two at a faster pace to give the familiar stretch to open you up for his cock.

“Please,” you beg. “Don’t tease me tonight.”

Seungmin doesn’t cave. Captivated by the way your hips shift in any attempt to rub clit against his palm. How long could he go on teasing you like this? Would you eventually cave? Push him off and take what you want? Will you cry from frustration instead, pleading with the sweetest promises?

The wet mess of fluids only spurs him on. Two fingers become four. His cock painfully aches in his pants. It takes every ounce of self control to hold back. No, not yet. He can push a little more.

“I will have you screaming by sunrise.” He swears.

“Promise?”

“Have I not shown you I keep my word?” He asks with a fake offense in his voice. “Let me enjoy you. I no longer have to hold back anymore thanks to a fragile body of yours.”

“Please, I need to…” Your words trail off as your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

His fingers sped up their teasing while his thumb from his other hand flicks over the sensitive clit. Your thighs tremble, switching between attempting to lay flat or tighten to keep his hands in place worried he’ll stop.

Mercifully, he doesn’t. Your orgasm peaks with a string of gratitude leaving your lips. He’s only able to decipher a handful of the words, too entranced by how far your back has arched off the floor.

There isn’t a thought behind your glossy eyes when you come down. Just more whimpers when he pulls his hands away. There are tears along your lash line. Yes, now you’re desperate enough. He loves this, loves you, and craves more of it.

Seungmin hastily frees his cock from his pants before shuffling closer. The tip of his cock runs along your slit, coating the tip in your wetness. “Should I fuck you now, darling?”

“Take it.” You pant, desperate for air even when you have no need. “I’m yours. All yours.”

Those are the only words he needs to hear tonight. Excitement pools in Seungmin’s gut, spreading through his limbs like lightning. He will have you every which way on every surface in this house till you understand how much adoration Seungmin has for you. Till you feel the love he has carried inside him for the years together.

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Whispers of the Night (2)

Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader

Genre: Vampire! AU, College! AU

Summary: You just want to live a happy life, but currently, that wasn't happening. It's not until you meet 8 strangers who turn your life upside down and you discover what they are.

Warnings: Language, etc [This is an 18+ ONLY story. Will contain smut in future chapters.]

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Thank you again to @skzdust for helping me with this chapter!! It would not have been completed without you!!

Part One |

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“Okay… okaaaay.” You slur, stopping dead in your tracks, outside what you can only assume is a beautiful house but you're so drunk your head is spinning, your eyes are squinting and you can't focus. “I need to know.” You mumble, holding up one finger to Chan.

You can see him trying to not crack a smile at your obvious drunkenness.

“What do you need to know?” He asks, cocking his beautiful head to the side.

“First…off.” You hiccup. “How come all of you look like pale Greek gods?” You whine. “Second of all, why did you help me? With… asshat back there?” You almost incoherently mumble. It takes Chan and Jeongin a second to understand what you just said, and before he can answer you're swaying, your eyes are closed and you're pretty close to being passed out. Chan motions for Jeongin, who comes and throws you over his shoulder to bring you inside.

“... we helped you, because you needed us to help you.” Chan whispers from behind a chuckling Jeongin. They bring you into the house, Jeongin laying you down onto the couch gently, covering you with a blanket as 6 other men emerge from other parts of the house.

“There's a human in our house.” Seungmin mumbles.

“Correction, she's our human.” Hyunjin smiles, admiring your peaceful looking face.

“I really don't think this is going to go as smoothly as you all think it will.” Minho murmurs. “It's not going to be that easy.”

“No, it won't. But whatever happens, we're there for her.” Chan announces. “It's not like we have anything but time. She'll come around eventually once we tell her everything.”

“You think she will? Even when we tell her we've been waiting for her for over a century?” Seungmin scoffs. “She's going to run for the fucking hills.”

“Do you want her to run? Or do you want her to be here with us?” Han asks. “Cause I personally want her to be here.”

“Of course I want her here.” Seungmin begins. “But I just know how this is going to play out. Not to mention, that stupid fucking boyfriend of hers, you think he's gonna let her go that easily?”

“I wouldn't worry about him.” Jeongin laughs. “I can't see her going back to him.”

“I don't know man, humans and their emotions… They crave familiarity, comfort and shit. She's not done with him. Not yet. She will be though. But it has to be her decision.” Minho pipes up.

The 8 men stand around your sleeping frame, wondering how in the world you were going to be okay with them and what they were.

You let out a big yawn, stretching your arms as you try to remember last night's events as you slowly wake up. You roll over onto your side, hearing the faint sound of a TV in the background, that's weird, you didn't have a TV in your room. And you were sure you didn't end up back at your apartment after that shit with Mark. You need to open your eyes but to be completely honest, you're a little scared too. You open one eye, seeing an unfamiliar living room. You look around with one eye, before feeling like you weren't alone. You dart up on the couch you were sleeping on, seeing the handsome men from earlier in the week. They were all scattered on the couch, trying to not be obvious at looking at you but most of them were failing.

“Um.” You begin, your voice is hoarse.

“Don't panic.” Chan smiles, getting onto the floor, in front of you. “You got into it pretty bad with your ex last night. You were really drunk, we brought you back here to keep you safe.” He explains. Flashes of your fight with Mark pop into your head. You nod, it made sense.

“I had nowhere to go.” You whisper.

“Yes that's right.” Chan agrees.

“So you brought me home… like an abandoned puppy.” You murmur.

“You could say that.” One smiles.

“Seungmin.” Chan snaps.

“You all know me.” You say, looking around the room. “But I don't know you.”

“Let's change that. I'm Chan, that's Hyunjin.” He says, pointing to the man he was with when he caught you. “Seungmin.” The man who pulled you back from getting hit. “Jeongin.” You knew from your class. “Felix.” The man in the bathroom. “Han and Minho.” The ones you ran into, literally. “And finally, Changbin.” he says, pointing to the last man.

“The one who made me a terrible coffee.” You say. Everyone erupts in laughter.

“Hey! I'm still learning! I also may have given you decaf.” He pouts.

“You've worked at coffee shops for years, you've never improved.” Hyunjin laughs.

“Well.” You say clearing your throat. “This has been informative… Thank you for last night. I really appreciate it, but I think I should be going home.”

“You're going back to him?” Jeongin asks.

“I don't…um, I mean yeah?” You whisper. “He's my boyfriend.”

“He cheated on you.” Jeongin reminds you.

“Relationships take work… You know? Ups and downs and shit. I shouldn't be talking about this with strangers. Fuck. I should be talking to him.” You mumble. “I need to go.” You whisper.

“Already?” Han asks, pouting slightly.

“He'll um… be wondering where I am.” You say. You look around the room and they all look disappointed in your decision to leave. While you appreciated the help, your relationship was in the trenches and being in a house alone with 8 hot as fuck men, wasnt doing anyone any favors.

“Guys, relax. We'll see you around campus. And if you need help… or a place to stay, let any of us know.” Chan smiles. “Minho can take you home.”

“Oh no, that's okay, really, I don't know how far I am from my place and I don't want to inconvenience anyone. You've done so much already. ”

“I'll take you. Let's go.” Minho says, grabbing keys from his pocket, heading towards the front door. You quickly get up and follow him, turning around to see the 7 men still sitting there watching you leave, almost like they were pleading with their eyes for you to stay.

But as it turned out you were only 5 blocks from your apartment and you got there too quickly. You weren't ready to face Mark and you had no idea what this morning was going to bring.

The second you opened the door, Mark was there, tears stains left on his cheeks, down on his knees as he cried, begging and pleading for you to give him another chance. There was something about seeing a grown man on his knees, crying and begging after being caught that just felt…right.

“Get up.” You scoff. “That's so embarrassing for you.” You murmur, walking around him and into the apartment.

You were raging. Seeing him made it all that much worse, especially down on the floor, and honestly made you question how in love with him you were… if you even were still.

“Y/n.” He begins, scrambling from his knees. “Please forgive me. Please, I'm begging you, I'm so sorry about everything. My attitude, the cheating, everything. Every single thing I've done in the last little while.” He huffs. Part of it feels genuine, but part of it feels almost forced, like there's an ulterior motive for his apology. “Please don't leave me. Please. I love you so much. I can't lose you!” He whines.

“You didn't love me that much when you had that girl in our bed, did you?” You laugh.

“It was a mistake! A stupid, stupid mistake. I love you and I'll change… for you!” He pleads.

No.

You loved him.

Don't.

You did love him.

Don't do it.

You loved him once.

Your inner voice was screaming at you to turn around and walk away, literally sleep on the street if you needed to but don't stay with him.

“Mark…” you pause. “This is out. I'm all out of fucks to give. You fuck it up this time and I'm fucking done.” You murmur.

Where the fuck was your backbone?

“Thank you baby, thank you. You won't regret it!” He smiles, wiping away his tears, wrapping his arms around you.

You knew you would regret it, but whether that was in an hour, a day or a year was yet to be seen.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You hear from beside you. You glance over to see Hyunjin standing there, a small smile on his face as he waits for the light with you.

“Good morning.” You murmur, your stomach fluttering and your heart racing. You could feel the redness creeping across your face. The walk signal begins flashing, Hyunjin reaches over, grabbing your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Seungmin told me about the first time you met.” He whispers. “Don't worry, I'll keep you safe.” He finishes, pulling you along the cross walk with him. Mark never did things like this, if you were walking with him, he'd be laughing and joking about the time you almost got hit by a car.

You're so flustered you can't respond to him. All you could focus on was the jolt of electricity that was flowing through your body, only that you'd never experienced before with anyone else. Once you're safely across the street, Hyunjin lets go of your hand, giving you a big grin, before taking off in the opposite direction of you.

You walk towards your class, glancing around the campus, when your eyes lock with Chan. He's leaning against a pillar, flipping through a notebook, and you almost start drooling. You watch him as you keep walking, the smile on his face never faltering as you walk past. He smiles at you, giving you a little wave before sneaking in a wink that makes your red face continue.

You got to class a little earlier than last time, praying there was more of a seat selection than there was last time. You open the door, it was almost empty. You smile walking in, picking a seat in the middle so you weren't too close but also not too far away. You unpack your backpack, setting up your desk when you hear the door open. Your head shoots up, seeing Jeongin walking in. Your heart starts racing as he sees you, flashing a gorgeous smile towards you. He walks up, sitting beside you again and this time you don't mind, but Jeongin sitting next to you made for a tough class. He couldn't not touch you. He had to have either his leg touching yours, or his arm touching yours, making you feel the jolts of electricity, just like you had felt with Hyunjin earlier in the morning.

Jeongin left class abruptly, while you took your time gathering your things. You weren't sure how many more interactions you could handle today. You walked out of the classroom, where you see one of Mark's best friends, San standing off to the side, twiddling his fingers. You watched him spot you, he takes a deep breath before he starts walking towards you. Suddenly his eyes go wide, he turns around and walks away from you. You're confused for a moment until you feel someone beside you.

“How was class?” Felix asks, a sultry smile on his face.

“I'm not sure.” You sigh, you barely remember a single sentence your professor said. Jeongin's cool body and the feeling of him beside you was extremely distracting.

“Jeongin?” He laughs.

“How'd you know?” You ask.

“It's the pull.” He murmurs. you wanted to ask him what that meant but he continued. “Ah, look at the time.” He laughs. “I have class. See you later.” He yells, rushing off.

You really didn't want to go to your last class but you did and when it was done you went home to collapse in bed. It was only Monday and Mark had sent you a text that he was out with the boys. So you knew you wouldn't see him for at least four days, if not more, that's if he was really with them. You didn't trust him, you didn't know if he was with them or the girl but you couldn't ask him. If you even joked a little about it he got so upset. That was a red flag and you knew it was, but you couldn't bring yourself to actually leave him because trust could regrow… right?

The next morning it was quiet. As you waited at the light, there was no one waiting there with you. As you walked through the campus for your early morning class you were alone and it felt weird. You walked to the coffee shop, desperately needing caffeine before your day truly started. You walked into the coffee shop, seeing Changbin behind the counter. You were going to keep it simple for him today, you did wonder how he kept his job if he couldn't make any coffee correctly.

“Hey, you.” He smiles. “What can I get you?”

“Can I get an iced latte… caramel.” You smile.

“Of course!” He says, turning around to make your drink. You didn't have much faith in him but you were hoping for the best.

“Hey baby.” You hear from behind you. Your heart sinks. You turn around, seeing Mark standing there with San, who was avoiding eye contact.

“Mark? What are you doing here?” You ask.

“I have class, too.” He says, walking towards you.

“One beautiful latte, for a beautiful girl.” Changbin announces, sliding a hot drink towards you with a smile, until he sees Mark. His smile drops, glaring at the man standing with you.

“Why are you calling my girlfriend beautiful?” Mark asks. He looks between you and Changbin. “Are you fucking the coffee man?” He scoffs.

“Oh fuck off, Mark. I'm not the fucking cheater here.” You spit, rolling your eyes. “Thanks, Changbin.” You say. He can see the sadness in your face and he can hear it in your voice. He watches you walk away, your mood completely ruined.

“Stay away from her.” Mark snaps at Changbin, who just smiles.

“Why? Are you scared she's going to leave you?” Changbin asks. “Because I'll let you in on a little secret.” He whispers, leaning closer to Mark. “She will leave you, because you fucking suck.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Mark scoffs. “She'll never leave me. Give me a coffee.” He demands.

“Sorry, all out of coffee for douchebags.” Changbin laughs. “Next!”

You just went through the motions of the day, your mind replaying the entire interaction from the morning over and over again. How could Mark think that you were cheating on him? You had never given him the slightest reason to doubt you. He was insecure. You knew that but he'd never accused you before, so why now? You shuffled through campus, ready to go home and hoped Mark wouldn't be there.

“Why so glum?” You hear from beside you. You look over and see Seungmin, shuffling his feet with you. “Is it about the whole thing this morning?” He asks.

You stopped in your tracks, looking at Seungmin. “How did you hear about that?”

“Changbin.” Seungmin says, shrugs his shoulders.

“You're all a bunch of gossips, aren't you?” You ask, glaring at him, making him laugh.

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “Sometimes.”

You keep walking, Seungmin continues to walk with you. “You shouldn't trust Mark, you know.” He mentions.

“Yeah, well he hasn't earned that back, not even close.” You mumble.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” He says. You turn to say something but he's gone. It feels like he was never even there. You go home to your empty apartment, thankful for the quiet you get that evening.

You cried yourself to sleep that night.

The next morning, you head to class, and all throughout the day you have no interactions with any of the men that have mysteriously come into your life. When you walked out of your last class, you're met with pouring rain. The sky was almost black, the wind slowly picking up. It made the knots in your stomach worse. All day you'd felt like something was wrong but you couldn't put your finger on it. You step out from under the shelter, deciding to brave the rain and walk home. You'd only make it a few steps before your arm is yanked. You turn around, seeing San, soaking wet, breathing heavily.

“What are you doing?” You yell.

“I have to tell you something!” He says back. “Mark…” He pauses.

“Is he okay?” You ask, worried for a second that something happened to him.

“He's fine but y/n… you need to know. He never stopped seeing Chae. He's still fucking around on you with her.” San admits.

You drop your hand to your side, it feels like your throat is beginning to close.

How could you have been so stupid to think that Mark was serious enough to stop cheating? Of course he was. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes as you sniffle. You're ready to collapse to the ground, hoping the earth would swallow you up and make you disappear.

“I'm sorry y/n… I really am.” San says, awkwardly putting his arm around you. You stand there, partially embraced by San as your head just spins 100 miles a minute. He says something to you that you don't really hear before walking away from you.

You feel your knees get weak, you're going to drop but before you can, you feel an arm tightly wrap around your shoulders, keeping you up right.

“I got you.” The voice murmurs. You look over to see Minho beside you, Han grabbing onto your other side, both men guiding you to Minho's car. They were both completely unbothered by the rain, whereas you were shivering like you were in the middle of a Canadian winter.

Minho opens the back passenger side door for you, letting you slide in before he rushes towards the driver's side and Han gets into the front. Minho starts the car and blasting the heat in the back pointing all the heaters towards you. You could feel the tears coming on but you didn't want to cry. Mark wasn't worth it to cry. He showed you who he was, all throughout the last 2 years and you just took it, you put up with it and gave him chance after chance. So now that he's fucked up again, it shouldn't hurt anymore. But it did, and you didn't know how to make it stop hurting.

Minho watched the road intensely for the short drive to the house. Neither of them spoke, thankfully. You couldn't do it right now. You were thankful he wasn't taking you back to your apartment because honestly, how do you tell someone you just met for the third time, that you can't go home because your boyfriend cheated on you, just like he did the second time you met. You felt so fucking stupid. The car pulls into the semi familiar driveway, turning off and the three of you sit there in silence. Not once did either ask you what was wrong, what happened or why you were so upset, but at the same time it was almost like they knew.

Of course they knew, they probably would have been able to spot what was going to happen next from a mile away.

“Do you want to sit in here or go inside?” Minho asks, breaking the silence. They both glanced back at you.

You weren't sure. You should probably go in, but you felt it to be a little strange. Going back into their house a few days later. You could just feel the “I told you so.” From Jeongin already.

You should have listened to the strangers. Before you can answer his question, the front door swings open, a pissed off looking Hyunjin stomps out onto the front porch. You watch as he and Chan argue, both of them looking like they were going to rip each other's throats out. For some reason, you felt compelled to get out of the car, like you needed to get in-between the two of them, so that's what you did. You left the car door open as you rushed up the steps, moving between the two fuming men.

“What the hell, you guys?” You snap.

Both their faces immediately soften as they look at you and your red, puffy face.

“Us? Why are you back? What happened?” Chan asks, grabbing onto your arm. His hand was like ice, it sent a chill down your spine.

“She just about collapsed in the rain.” Minho pipes up, closing your door for you. “We don't know why.” He murmurs, looking between Chan and Hyunjin.

“Come on, let's get you inside.” Chan murmurs, guiding you in. “We'll finish this later.” He says to Hyunjin, who follows closely behind you.

An hour, some hot coffee not made by Changbin, warm towels and blankets and some laughs later, you're dry with 8 men sitting around you, all of them desperate to ask you what happened but all of them waiting until you're ready to tell them.

“I guess you wanna know what happened?” You ask.

“Who? Us? Nah, if you're not ready.” Han smiles.

“Yeah actually, that's what we've all been waiting for. Spill it, L/N.” Seungmin says.

“One of Mark's friends… he uh, he told me Mark is still cheating on me.” You murmur.

“Are you surprised?” Minho asks. He seemed genuinely curious.

“I mean a little? He begged me like a little bitch to not leave him..” you mumble.

“I'm so glad I didn't serve him coffee.” Changbun murmurs under his breath.

“I'm sorry y/n.” Chan says. “What's your plan now?”

“Plan? I don't have a plan to be honest. I don't know what to do.” You sigh.

“You can stay here until you decide what you want to do.” Jeongin smiles.

“Yeah, as long as you need.” Hyunjin agrees.

“I have nothing. None of my stuff. Ugh. I can go back for a few days. When he hangs out with his friends he's gone for days at a time.” You mention.

“Well here, take my number, call me when he comes back and we'll come over and help you get your stuff out.” Chan says, putting his hand out for your phone. You give it to him, just in time for Han to mention something fun.

“You can come to the party!” Han smiles.

“Party?” You ask.

“Yeah, we're having a party on Saturday.” Felix confirms.

“A party sounds fun.” You say. “A good distraction.” And that's just what you needed. Was a night away from real life, something to take your mind off of the issues in your life.

But nothing ever works out quite the way you hope it will, does it?

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itsskierr · 2 months ago

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find out.

content - friends!virgoracha. fem!reader. smut.

warnings - foursome. mean dom!seungmin. hard dom!jisung. soft dom!felix. sub!reader. pet names like ‘baby’ ‘slut’ n ‘sweetie’ used. pain kink. fingering. anal ig. triple penetration. deep throating. creampie.

word count - 1018.

a/n - color coded it because i wanted to make it easier to read. don’t like this n not confident in this one bc i rushed it. will prob release a fixed version later. not proof read. happy late seungmin n jilix day ;)

fuck around and find out.

that’s what got you into this situation.

“this is fucking torture!”

“you basically asked for it, y/n.”

felix snarled at you. though you wanted to protest it, he was right. you did ask for it, not expecting it to actually happen.

it was supposed to be an innocent hang out with your friends. a road trip to the beach with felix, jisung, and seungmin. though, things took a turn when you decided to make some decisions. ones that riled the three boys up.

seungmin grabs at your plush thighs, spreading them apart to reveal your lacey pink panties, the one that slightly shows your core, the wet spot revealing how aroused you became from that single action.

felix is behind you, his hands roaming around dangerously close to your chest. he takes a handful of your breasts and squeezes them as he cups them out of your bra.

your body trembles as jisung’s face travels up from your thighs to right below your chest. his nose grazing your skin, his mouth peppering small pecks each and every inch.

it was all overwhelming to you.

“are you scared, baby?”

jisung snickers at the way you flinch every time his lips ever so slightly touch your skin.

“n-no! im not! it’s really just torture!”

seungmin shoves your panties to the side, then quickly inserts a finger inside your cunt.

“torture? maybe you’re just impatient. you just want dick, but you gotta wait. such a fucking slut.”

as he shoves another two more fingers, you wince in pain. your fingers grab at whatever’s closest to you, meaning jisung’s shoulder and felix’s jean-clad thigh. the both of them groan at the pressure of your fingers dripping against them.

“hands off, baby.”

jisung grabs at your wrist, his grip tightening to the point it turns your skin red. the pain starts feeling like pleasure due to the minimal ministrations the boys are doing. you end up clenching around seungmin’s fingers, in which he cocks his eyebrows up at you.

“did you like that? you like the pain jisung’s giving you, hm?”

you shake your head. there’s no way you’d let seungmin, let alone the three of them, use that against you.

“don’t lie, you’re clenching around my fingers from the way jisung’s holding you. you love it.”

seungmin curls his fingers before you can let out a protest. the words that were supposed to come out of your mouth turn into moans. your practically melt in your spot before you reach behind you to grab at felix’s shoulder to keep you stable. he grabs at your waist to pull you back up against his chest again.

“you like that, sweetie?”

felix leaves a small kiss behind your ear. his hands still cupping your breasts. his thumbs caressing your nipples as you slowly close your eyes in relaxation.

“oh no you don’t.”

jisung lands a smack against your pussy, making your eyes shoot open wide as you gasp.

“keep your eyes on us.”

he gives you another smack, in which you moan in response.

you thought this would be it. there’s no way they’d all dick you down.

they were only getting started.

it only took a few minutes before you were manhandled by jisung to be put in all fours.

then it took a few seconds for all three boys to shove their dicks in one of your holes.

seungmin thrusting into your cunt, felix groaning as he’s in your ass, and jisung lined up right against your mouth.

“you’re insatiable, baby.”

those were jisung’s last words before he shoved his dick down your throat. the current position you were in is so lewd, it’s almost impossible to imagine. your bare ass was pressed against felix’s pelvis, while seungmin’s hands spread your thighs further apart with his knees as he has his hands on your waist, slamming you down on his dick. then jisung, who’s on his knees, his lengthy cock down your throat. his fingers grabbing at your hair which pulls you closer to him, his cock hitting the back of your throat each time felix thrusts forward.

“hnngh… so good… you can take it, baby.”

jisung throws his head back, his grip on your head not loosening a bit.

your back arches at a particularly rough thrust, which both felix and seungmin time perfectly. you moan against jisung’s dick, the vibrations sending him into a spiral.

“f-fuck! do it again! do that shit to her again!”

“you’re desperate as hell, jisung.”

seungmin tsks at jisung’s wretched state. all while felix is trying to match up to seungmin’s inconsistent pace.

your eyes go from watery to tears, the throbbing pain becomes too much for you. you’re mouth drags off of jisung’s dick, leaving a pop when he exits your mouth.

“g-gonna c-cum… p-p-please!”

you beg in tears before you wrap your lips back on jisung’s dick, as if it was an automatic reaction.

“yeah? wanna cum, slut?”

you whimper on jisung’s dick as a response.

“then fucking cum… cum with us.”

it takes you only a few seconds after seungmin speaks to release all over his dick. felix following after, you can feel his seed up your ass. jisung’s cum spills down your throat, making you swallow it all. seungmin takes the longest to release, having to thrust a few more times before you feel him and his warm seed inside your core.

as the three of them pull out your holes, your arms shake on seungmin’s chest, then body topples over. you end slamming yourself on top of seungmin.

felix runs his fingers through his hair as he watches his, yours, and seungmin’s cum all mix together as it drips out of you.

“keep it all in, sweetie. don’t let it go to waste… here, i’ll help you.”

felix takes his fingers, scooping up the mix of secretions, dripping all over his fingers. he slowly pushes his fingers inside your cunt, making sure everything everything would be kept inside your warm cunt.

knowing them, they’d use this moment against you for the rest of their lives.

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itsskierr · 2 months ago

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Oh my god I beg for some mean skz smut 😔😔

hmmmm ok but what are we thinking for the hyung line?

is it about meanie channie who snaps after you slut yourself out in the studio when staff was in there- along with the rest of 3racha who you know has a little crush on you hehe. he barely waits for them to walk out the door before shoving you towards the door, forcing you to lock it before shoving his cock into you while you're pushed up against the door- mind you with minimum prep because "You don't deserve it. after that shit." his cock is soooo much thicker like this!!!! >.< and he manages to make his thrusts prove his anger? hips smacking into yours so harshly that it feels like the soundproof door isn't enough to drown any sounds out

what about brat tamer minho who forces you to sit between his legs and watch him jerk himself off? you have a pretty little vibrator thats connect to your clit and your g-spot simultaneously, and he has the controls on his phone that rests in his free hand. he fucks with the controls so much... maybe even teasing u by drawing his full name- in english AND korean- before setting it to the highest setting and leaving it like that until you're cumming at least 3 times.

my sweet binnie who's only mean if you beg him to be or if you reaaaaally push his buttons- maybe throw in a dig or two about how theres another man out there thats better than he is (spoiler: theres literally negative of them). your punishment (reward) is always the same! one of those those sexy ass arms around your neck and squeezing as he fucks into you so roughly that your whole body is jumping forward, your moans cutting off from how aggressive he gives it to you!!!

ok but what about lover boy hyunjin who is actually one of the meanest doms you have ever seen, 99% of the time it being unprompted as well??? the first time you push him to get rough in bed, you're in for ittt~ he ties your wrists up and connects you to the hook in the ceiling, leaving just enough rope for you to be on your tippy toes (also the same hook he previously told you was for painting... yeah, my fucking ass) and speaking of asses, yours is sooo sore from the big handed smacks he leaves there >< he'll always stop if you want it, but otherwise he has no plans to until you submit to him completely <3

whats on the menu for the maknaes today?

definitely munch hannie who ties you up with the most random shit that works- any ties he has laying around, your panties, and sometimes he'll straight up rip his shoelaces out for it?? but it's all so that he can show off the shibari he secretly learned- the main one being a series of knots that tie your arms to a leg each, forcing you wide open for him all the while he eats. and what a messy fucking eater!!! your last 3 orgasms worth of cum dripping down his jaw as he nibbles at your sensitive spots <3

"angel boy" felix me thinks.. who makes you fuck yourself onto him in doggy, refusing to put any effort because he's the "angel" who deserves to be worshipped (yes but...) if you falter even slightly or move to his disliking, you're getting a series of mean smacks- ones that leave a pretty little heart shape in its wake from the pretty pink paddle he insisted on buying (OR HIS INITIALS IF HE GETS A CUSTOM PADDLE OMFFF)

ohhhh but owner seungmin who fucks your brains out with a pretty little collar around your neck <3 (maybe even one also with his initials engraved hehe) he tugs at it to fuck you back onto him, not even need a leash when he slides his finger through one of the loops. huffs and puffs about how tight you are while he actively works to make you tighter, from squeezing your legs together to overstimulating the hell out of you all the while he disallows himself to cum for as long as he can handle, all so when he finally busts theres so much and its all getting fucked right back into you

and god... toy fiend jeongin... the second you let him know you're ok with toys being brought into the bedroom, you're almost regretting everything!!! he's SO fucked up about it >:( he keeps one of those big hands around your throat while the other slides a vibrator as deep into you as it physically can go without causing you pain... and when you squirm around and your legs squeeze together, he's either digging his fingers into your thigh to push them apart or he's biting whatever he's closest to- your thighs, your calf, your shoulder, or (his favorite) your nipples <3

hnnnnng....

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itsskierr · 2 months ago

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⟡ cw: puthy eating, fingering, light degradation, threesome, squirting, crying, heavy petting, little banter between (doms) jeongin & seungmin if you squint, one (1) thigh slap, reader gets held down & called puppy, overstimulation, humiliation, no gendered pronouns but reader has a cunt :p

⟡ a/n: do i even like this enough... i guess we'll never know! feedback always accepted, minors dni, thank you so much & happy reading! :*

"hold them still, will you?" seungmin's voice rings out into the room.

you're squirming both under his gaze, and jeongin's hands on your wrists. what was meant to be an afternoon spent with two friends and a movie on the couch, was turned into a rather explicit, endeavor quickly.

it was an innocent hangout at first, but unfortunately, the movie jeongin picked was no less similar to pornography. the female lead was currently getting eaten out by her boyfriend, and as the scene continues you somehow feel like the room is going to swallow you whole. squished between the two large bodies of your rather hot best friends on your small couch, your thighs are pressed together and there's a spark within your core, and man — you really wish you could grind your hips forward for some sort of relief.

ridiculously, you think sparking conversation would make this situation better.

“this scene is so ... long.” you start, cringing as the two continue on.

“yeah, it is, thank you jeongin.” seungmin says deadpanned.

“i'm sorry, i conveniently forgot this scene was here. although, you can't say it's not hot.” there's a smirk in jeongin's tone, and it's making this situation no better.

seungmin scoffs. “first of all, ew. but i think y/n here agrees too. they keep fidgeting but they haven't looked away yet.” god damn him and his attention to detail.

“hey, maybe shut up?” you say in immediate defense, playfully shoving him over. he only laughs at this.

“don't be mad at me because i caught you red-handed.” seungmin's voice is lower than it was, and his gaze is dangerous. with this, you're squeezing your thighs together.

“don't be a pervert, dog. it's a movie, it's meant to be watched right?” with all the composure you could muster, you cross your arms over your chest and look away.

jeongin, beside you, notices your thighs pressed tightly together and he sits his palm on your heated flesh, giving it a delicate squeeze.

“don't act all brand new. you want your pussy eaten, don't you?”

and that's exactly how you ended up in this situation now.

jeongin's grip gets tighter and seungmin's hands clasp around your ankles, effectively pinning your struggling body to the bed. "is this why you wanted us to come over today? so you could act like a tease and have us both fuck you?” seungmin says.

"h-how was i acting like a tease?" you rebuttal.

“oh don't act like you don't know,” jeongin hisses from above you. “walking around in those shorts and that tight fucking shirt. you're not an angel, you're a little whore.”

you whimper at his words, looking away from him in embarrassment. so maybe you did dress like this in hopes of some action, at least it worked.

seungmin's hands trail up your thighs in ghostly touches, which makes your hips jolt in anticipation. you're so fucking wet, and you silently pray he can't see it through your shorts right now. lifting your hips up, he tugs your shorts down and the look on his face when he sees your damp panties makes your cunt clench around nothing.

“fuck me, you're so wet. and it's all for me, hm?” seungmin chuckles, flashing jeongin a mischievous look.

“don't get too ahead of yourself.” jeongin says, challenging the elder.

seungmin scowls and he chooses to ignore him, turning all of his attention back on you. “puppy, who do you want to eat your little cunt first, hm? me or him?”

“please don't make me choose.” you whine, turning your head away and rocking your hips up. jeongin grabs your chin and forces you to face his hyung again. seungmin brings his hand to your cunt and presses his thumb where he predicts your clit to be through your panties, and it makes you whimper.

“i guess she wants me first.” he says, his thumb now rubbing small circles on the swollen button, watching your panties get wetter.

this earns him an eyeroll from jeongin. “get to it so i can have a turn, thank you!” you're unprepared for when jeongin tugs your shirt right above your boobs and begins thumbing at your hard nipples, and you moan at the touch, both sets of hands working diligently on your body rendering you a mess.

you don't even notice it when seungmin slips off your ruined panties, it's a blur between his thumb on your clit turning into his wet tongue dragging painfully slow through your folds and the feeling has you reeling. the noise you let out is akin to a sob, and it grows in pitch and volume when he sucks your swollen button between his lips.

“f-fuck —” you stutter, writhing under both of their hands holding you down onto the bed. it's no use in fighting, they're much stronger than you. he moans in response to your curses, the vibrations sending shockwaves right to your core, and tears well up in your eyes.

he eats you like a man starved. tongue dipping into your slit to collect the slick pooling out of it and bringing it right back up to massage your clit with his tongue. he shakes his head to get his mouth deeper, and his nose brushes up against the little button, getting your legs trembling with little to no effort.

“feels good, doesn't it?” jeongin asks rhetorically, giving one of your breasts a squeeze that makes you keen. you're trapped between them. you've nowhere to run between seungmin's eager licks and sucks on your cunt, and jeongin's yet to let up on the torturing ministrations of his hands on your tits, and it all but brings tears to your eyes.

“good, good pussy. can’t believe you've been so selfish and hiding a treasure like this from us.” looking up at you from between your legs, seungmin pulls his mouth from your cunt, kneeling between your legs with the backs of your knees in his hands, pushing them back until jeongin reaches to grab them, adjusting you on his lap.

“fuck, i can see it from here. you're so cute between these thighs, princess.” jeongin coos at you, letting go of one of your legs to pet at your clit. your hips buck up at the touch, mindlessly chasing the pads of his fingers.

seungmin takes this as an opportunity. he knows you're on the edge of an orgasm, he got you there by eating your pretty little pussy til you began to sob. he slaps your thigh to get your attention, the sting causing a loud moan to tumble out of your lips. “slut. you like that?”

“yes!” you shout, “please please please i'm so fucking close — jeongin, seungmin — i need —” you babble mindlessly, at your wits end from jeongin's swift rubs on your clit. you're so close you can taste it, but jeongin slows his motions, making you cry out in frustration.

“will you shut the fuck up?” jeongin sneers from behind you. “relax baby, we'll make you come.”

when seungmin abruptly pushes two fingers into your cunt, it practically shatters you. your orgasm is unpredictable as ever and it slams into you so hard your body shakes and you scream, both of their hands relentless on your sensitive core. whilst seungmin's fingers rub against your g-spot, teasing his fingers upward in a come-hither motion, jeongin matches his tempo and keeps rubbing your clit. you're gushing, cum squirting out of your spent cunt and soaking the sheets beneath you and both of their hands.

“good puppy, just keep coming baby. keep coming.” seungmin says softly, soothing you through it.

your body goes limp after they managed to make you squirt so much there's a little puddle beneath your ass, and jeongin lets go of your legs, moving from behind you and laying your head on a pillow. when you open your eyes, jeongin has taken seungmin's place between your legs, and seungmin is sitting beside your head, softly petting at your hair. you reach to push jeongin's hands away from your thighs, whining at him to let you rest.

“oh, you don't think we're done, do you?” he raises a brow, shoving your legs open as far as they could humanly go. “you're not done until we say so.”

giving you no room to protest, his mouth is on your cunt and his arms curl around your thighs, keeping you still. seungmin flashes you a shit-eating grin when your back arches, watching your body jolt in pleasure that borders on painful. you tremble, you cry, and you squeal, jeongin's messy eating bringing you to an orgasm humiliatingly fast.

this night was surely going to be a long one.

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itsskierr · 2 months ago

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marshmallow world

⭒˚‧ ✧ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader ☆ synopsis: a little lesson before christmas to continue your good girl streak and save yourself from the naughty list. ϑℓ genre ─ warnings: mdni, smut, tiny angst, daddy kink, dom!chan, jealousy & possessiveness, kinda toxic chan, spanking, slapping, dirty talk, pet names (some dreg), teasing, edging, orgasm denial, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie ׄ 　۪｡ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ word count: 7k

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wen's note: mini winter/holiday special, i'm sooo back, winter's here, enjoy :3 edit: I was writing this before #those selfies, woofwoof, he fed my delusions more yasss, also my beloved friend said no more dirty sex and i came back w more dirty sex, sorry:( just dom chan brain rot rn, edit2: bro railway teaserrr anywaysss

Chan was the sweetest boyfriend of all, it was an absolute dream to have him, he was attentive, took care of you, spoiled you, knew the smallest detail about you, and always paid attention to you despite his demanding job in a very competitive and hard industry which he worked hard to get there, you knew his story and you both completed each other.

But he only had one tiny detail, not everything was perfect, he had a small flaw that you let it go of because everything good made up for it… but the big damn problem with Chan was always his jealousy and possessiveness. To be honest, jealousy was never something you liked, it seemed absurd, toxic, like the person distrusted you… but coming from someone like Chan, you couldn’t help that sometimes you liked it, only sometimes, because sometimes he was too serious about it and it annoyed you, and other times you got sexual pleasure, but no matter how long you had been dating him, you never knew what to expect because it was always the same: his obvious annoyed expression.

You arrived home, you and Chan had been living together for a long time, it was late and the snowstorm almost caught you on the road, slightly delaying you a little, torturing you every second you spent locked in that car with your own boyfriend… because you just had a very nice night… to suddenly be ruined by Chan’s clear and very expressive face of disgust and anger. The ride was tense, you knew something was wrong with him, but particularly tonight you didn’t have the energy to confront him, so you’d let him go to bed upset if that was the right thing to do.

It had been the ‘Christmas’/holiday event for Chan’s entertainment company, of which he worked as an excellent and well-respected producer. So far, so good, before leaving your home, Chan laughingly hurried you, sweetly, telling you that you would be late while you fixed your lipstick and put on perfume; you were wearing a very nice short red dress, Chan was dressed in his black suit that made him look dreamy. You arrived at the event, some knew who you were, some didn’t, but everyone knew that Chan had a girlfriend. You enjoyed a very good time, had dinner, and danced, and then slightly each of you started to radiate your own charisma, being friendly and socializing with more people… all good, until halfway through the night you made a friend, Seo Changbin, another producer of the company since Chan left your side for a second to talk to his social circle or even expanding it, Changbin didn’t leave your side the rest of the night, you got along well, you thought it was nice to meet a new person.

But as soon as Chan saw you there the trouble started. He couldn’t believe such an atrocity his eyes had to witness. His girl, his, his, his, you would always be his property; talking and laughing with another guy while you gently touched his shoulder and leaned your body towards him as you giggled.

You were about to let it go, not be blinded by his jealousy… but it all went to hell as soon as he saw Lee Minho approach you, your ex-boyfriend, a choreographer for the company. And then there you were, like a little slut —so he thought— in the middle of two men, smiling, not knowing their intentions.

But Chan could not change. He was like that because he wanted you all to himself. And you never stopped him.

You sighed, avoiding looking at Chan and leaving him behind, as you took off your heels and he closed the main door. You were physically exhausted, cold, and emotionally unprepared to be exhausted if you faced Chan.

You ignored him, sucking air between your teeth from the sudden cold that shivered your whole body and the first thing you did was turn on the heat in the entire house, you turned on the lights of the pine tree and your Christmas decoration pretending to be fine, still, you were not calm, you felt his heavy gaze on your back, his ponderous breathing, not a single word had been spoken since he told you in a stern tone, “We’re leaving now.” You were so sober, your muscles stiff, about to remember this whole tense night the next morning.

You were about to go upstairs, about to cry because you hated ignoring Chan, because your pride was so great, and all you wanted from him was to be around his arms, feeling his warmth as it snowed outside, but no, you had done nothing wrong but talk to men other than him. You hoped he would think and come to his senses so he could apologize in a few hours at dawn.

But it wasn’t like that, Chan had his jaw tense, he was not just annoyed, but furious for some particular reason. He took off his long coat and watched you walk through the house, while he was lighting it up as he went by, he had so much to tell you, but his intentions were a bit diverted as he watched you walk up four steps while he was still standing on the first floor and had a very nice view of your bare legs in that short dress, arousing another feeling other than anger. In the end it was him taking you home, to bed, where you lived together and shared, he calmed down a bit, but he was still upset and wanted to claim you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he mentioned, his voice low and commanding. “We need to talk.”

Your hand was resting gently on the stair railing. You froze at the sound of his gravelly voice, stopped your steps, and looked toward nothing in particular, just with your eyes straight ahead. He was upset, you knew it, you could hear it in every word he said that made your skin flinch. You stood there for a second, sighing softly, whether to just ignore him, continue up the stairs, or confess to him that you didn’t want to talk, either option had fatal consequences anyway.

“I’m talking to you, Y/n” he said again.

“There’s nothing to talk about today, Chan. I’m going to sleep” you replied, unwillingly, turning your back to him.

He ran his tongue across his mouth, annoyed and in disbelief that you responded to him such a thing, like a spoiled little brat, unwilling to even look him in the eye, those were not the manners he had taught you. He always taught you to be a good little girl for him.

“Well, you may not have anything to say but I do and I want you to listen to me properly” he spat annoyed, his ears red in anger and a tingle in his body at having to just watch your back silhouette, he hated that. “And look me in the eyes when I talk to you. Turn around and come over here. Now.”

What was once a pent-up sadness in your being, turned to anger. You took a breath, annoyed, you hated it when he spoke to you like that, demanding orders in a despot manner, without affection and knowing the undertone of the reason for his tone: once again a pathetic scene of jealousy, you were tired of them. And the worst thing was that you hated to listen to him in situations like that; you turned and watched him take off his black leather winter gloves and looked at him closely for the first time in the evening since he had spoken to you harshly. You could tell he was expressionless, his eyes relaxed, his mouth closed… but you knew him so fucking well, and watching him slide his gloves down his long fingers didn’t have the right to look that attractive. You stood half bravely in front of his commanding complexion illuminated by the hallway light. You looked into his eyes, into his dark, piercing gaze, just the way he wanted it.

He moved even closer to you, almost brushing against your face, and began to speak in a false soft, slow speech, as if you had to understand every word he said:

“You’re going to tell me exactly what you talked about with Seo Changbin and what had you so entertained for an hour and a half… and then you’re going to tell me why your bastard ex-boyfriend dared to approach you. I’m listening.”

You analyzed every part of his face, from his soft dark curly hair falling down his forehead, slightly parted, his sharp eyes, his nose tipped with a soft red from the cold weather, and his full pale pink lips. He was so cute, you loved him, but you missed a few hours ago when he was sweet Chan. You wanted to kiss him, to feel his soft cool lips, but he was just a jerk sometimes. So you let out a mocking, incredulous giggle right in front of his face as you backed up a step while rolling your eyes childishly annoyed. Chan wanted to give you a good spanking for your immature response.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe it. Are you listening to yourself? Why would I have to tell you every word I say to anyone whenever I meet someone new, huh?”

Chan was ready to calm down, but your mocking chuckle greatly upset him.

“Why would you keep it from me?”

“Chan… because…” his gaze darkened, you looked him straight in the eyes, he hated you calling him Chan while arguing, he hated you calling him by his name while talking seriously without any affection, “I could have told you properly, we could have talked about this, telling you I met someone new on the way home, being us, but you always have to do the same old shit and come angrily towards m…”

“Watch your language and tone when you’re talking to me,” he interrupted you, domineering, clenching his teeth, almost piercing you with his gaze, leaving you speechless.

You swallowed dryly and looked at him again. You didn’t want to argue. Not tonight or tomorrow. Because his sister was coming to visit you tomorrow afternoon for the month of the holidays and you wanted to have more love than contempt for him now. You barely took the courage to speak up, to communicate and express everything, and if you were upset about it then it would be reflected in your speech… but him. Either you were leaving… or you were still there.

“Why?” you said calmer but still direct and sharp, still as if your body and mind obeyed him automatically, having a lot of impact on you, “Are you the only one who has the right to be angry now?”

He nodded softly, with a calm expression, leaving you like a small bomb about to explode. Why? You hated his level-headed expression, always being right apparently, always having the last word and winning the fight.

Your eyes glistened, stinging and burning with the sensation of hateful tears building up in your eyes and the painful knot stuck in your throat. You wanted to tell him so many things. He was the love of your life but you wanted to tell him to fuck off, to claim to him exactly the same things he was telling you. But you stopped, your heart raced and you took a deep breath. You were in an internal battle… thinking if this was a small fight, a small scene of jealousy, and if you continued you would make the problem bigger…. but it wasn’t the first time it had happened and you had no idea why this particular time it was weighing on you more than the other times. You hated not knowing how to decipher what this was all about.

“I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.”

You just said that, tired, defeated, like someone helpless and abandoned, unwilling to sleep in the same bed with him if you were going to be like this, conflicted, tense, not getting his sweet kisses before bed and snuggling into his body. You’d rather sleep alone than coldly turn your back on him.

You turned, ready to go back upstairs when his hand stopped you by abruptly grabbing your wrist.

“You don’t have to sleep in the guest room when this is also your home and you have your room to sleep in, with me. We just need to talk. I know you and Changbin exchanged numbers, I want you to delete his contact, and block him, now.”

You watched him. You swallowed the lump in your throat and Chan tightened his grip on you.

“What? I won’t do it. Let go of me. I don’t want to see you tonight.”

That hurt. Chan thought you were taking it a little far, dragging it out, as he inwardly recanted after seeing your pretty, sweet face about to break down in tears. He just wanted you to know that you were his and no one else’s, that if another guy wants to be your friend then he must know him first and boy did he know Changbin, quite the playboy, womanizer, party boy, Chan was shocked that you got along with a guy like him. Chan just wanted to teach you a lesson tonight. But you had other ideas. You were including the emotional, he felt bad, but he couldn’t stop himself, if he was going to hurt you a little to let you know very well how much he loves you and cares about you, then he would make the sacrifice.

“Why do I have to do it, huh? Why always me? I never tell you anything when all those little doll idols would touch your arm and lean their skinny bodies towards you calling you their oppa or all that shit with their irritating voices while inviting you to their apartments right in front of me and expressing how muuuuuch they want to work with you again. You’re a fucking asshole” you snapped.

Chan released you and looked at you sternly for a few seconds. You frowned and looked at him with confusion as it seemed he was about to say or do something else and you felt a hint of curiosity to know what it was, but he just broke into a loud and mocking chuckle, changing his face to serious completely, narrowing his eyes and showing his teeth.

You were completely confused now. What had been so funny? Now you were annoyed to hear his mocking laughter. It was as if Chan was waiting for you to explode. His body relaxed and so did his mind, thinking you looked adorable when you were angry. When he finished laughing and only a smile remained on his face, you could notice the glow and tenderness in his gaze at the sight of you. You scoffed in disbelief, thinking he was a fucking lunatic, switching from one emotion to another.

Once again, you were about to walk away and leave him there, you were confused and slightly annoyed, but he stopped you again, taking a step towards you and putting his hands on your waist.

“Aw my love, did you always mean that? Complain about the other girls?” he spoke, cocky, and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Why didn’t you ever say anything, huh? Why… you’ve never claimed what’s yours…”

You shuddered. Because I’m not crazy and I don't distrust you. You thought but didn’t say it. His grip became harder and he pressed his body against yours, making you nervous in seconds, his hair was still soft despite the cold weather he was exposed to for a few moments, he still had his manly cologne and his body was warm, you adored being close to him. You didn’t respond, you stood transfixed in your place, uneasy but comfortable with his closeness. You wanted to know what he would say next… Chan whispered in your ear again, sultry voice, his cheek brushing against your skin.

“Because… I’m about to do so, claim what’s mine. Someone tonight spent the night showing you off, standing next to you… someone who wasn’t me and you? You stood by his side like a fucking obedient whore. Oh… you don’t know how fucking pissed off you’ve made me. Being such a bad girl for daddy.”

You were building your arousal slowly at every word that came out of his mouth, as if it was the most erotic and filthy thing, because Chan got you too worked up, his domineering build clinging to you and his rough voice whispering in your ear sent shivers down your spine. Until you heard that word, that word he likes to refer to himself in and he likes you to call him that from time to time during sex and you understood it all. All this time he wanted to play that. You thought that if he wanted to fuck, he should have told you from the beginning and he could have spared you all the drama and the series of disastrous emotions he put you through. You wanted to tell him to fuck off once again… but your heart was beating fast now for other intentions as you quickly thought of the beautiful, pleasurable sex your boyfriend gives you and that you adore so much… plus the possibility of a good fuck with some hateful, angry, after your little argument, shit, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Bad girls deserve their lesson. Come on, I’m going to give you your punishment in front of the Christmas tree so you can see the pretty lights while daddy teaches you how to be a good little girl again.”

Chan picked you up before you could respond or react, taking you by surprise.

“Cha-chan” you protested vaguely.

He led you into the main living room, just as he said, where you both decorated happily and sweetly days ago, putting the Christmas tree and the stockings with your initials hanging on the fireplace.

Chan left his gloves on the little table and took your bag on your shoulder to leave it there too.

“What did you just call me?” he said, serious as he pulled you down from his arms, raising his eyebrows as he looked at you testing you as if you had said something wrong and he was waiting for you to correct yourself.

You looked him in the eyes, he was getting more and more dauntingly close to you, you didn’t want to say it, it was so unnecessary… and so hot, Chan was particularly hotter when he got into that mode, so dominant as if something about it possessed him.

You opened your mouth, looking at him submissively. He thought you were about to give in and listen to him; however, you only provoked him more for fun.

“Chan.”

You noticed his eyes widen slightly, annoyed, surprised, you almost smiled, the corner of your lips quivering at the complicit and huge smile you want to put on your face, you know how very angry it makes him that you behave somewhat spoiled, but you know deep down how much he loves to correct you, how much he loves his dirty little game where you get uneasy and are hopeless until he fucks you dumb. You know exactly what was waiting for you and you were uncontrollably aroused under your calm demeanor and naughty look; your pussy was throbbing and tingling, you could feel the wetness in your folds, and the most pathetic thing was that you had provoked it on yourself… by thinking and thinking, by remembering exactly the precise measure of your boyfriend’s big cock tight and choking in your cunt. It was pathetic because Chan had done absolutely nothing but gently tease you with his words, calling you a bad girl and calling himself daddy. The good thing was that you were good at pretending, but as soon as he dared to undress you, to really touch you, he would find out how very wet you were for absolutely nothing. Just for being him, wearing his suit, and looking at you like helpless prey.

“You’re going to keep behaving like this, huh? Are you gonna be a difficult slut?” he mumbled, finally putting his hands on you, stealing your breath, “You really want to disobey Daddy and get your punishment, don’t you? I won’t be gentle at all, baby girl.”

You stood still, but excitedly restless, almost letting out a shuddering sigh as you felt his big hands on you. You were ready for him to touch you, to let you do with your body whatever he wanted, you needed him, you wanted him, and you were giving in completely. You watched him, your eyes shining straight up at him submissively, asking for action, passion, and sex, hungry for lust in the only great way that only Chan can achieve in you.

You half opened your mouth, softly sighing, it was getting harder and harder for you to breathe, your heart was pounding and your sensitive pussy wouldn’t leave you alone, everything was happening sizzling in slow motion; his heavy gaze on you and his slightly icy hands on your waist. Again, you wanted to kiss him.

But suddenly everything happened so fast, leaving you surprised and unable to react almost. Chan seemed to be acting slow, watching you with desire and teasing you with his closeness that he knew how much it drove you crazy… but suddenly, he nimbly slipped his hands under your dress, caressing your thighs briefly until he tugged at your safety shorts and panties, making you sigh and leaving you with the strange sensation of your pussy exposed, your warm folds and pussy lips abandoning the comfort of the fabric of your panties. Chan left your garments by your knees, looking almost humiliated the way they were merely there, your underwear stuck on your thighs. He smiled arrogantly, getting a small glimpse of the fabric of your wet panties. You watched his hands make the sudden movement, you were surprised to see his noticeably large bulge in his pants and then you saw him, confused and surprised, but excited, your clit throbbing as you discovered he was already getting hard too, just at the thought of the sexual act that awaited you and the tension that was building up.

“Are you going to undress yourself or shall I? Huh?” he tilted his face towards you, waiting for an answer, toying with you, “Are you going to cooperate with daddy? Because if I take it off, I’m going to rip that whole tiny red dress you’re wearing, you fucking whore.”

His words were harsh. You didn’t answer and just watched him with your heavy breathing. You were speechless, you were so aroused that if you started talking you would moan and begin to stutter, you didn’t want to look this helpless in front of him, at least not now. But deep down… you wanted him to be the one to take absolute control.

“You’re not going to answer? Are you going to remain like this? Fine” he sentenced somewhat annoyed.

He reached down on his knees to slide your shorts and panties off your legs, stood up again, and in quick, sharp movements he tried to remove your dress and finally got rid of your bra. You let him do it and in a few seconds you were completely naked in front of him, with your hardened nipples resenting a little change of weather, even so, it did not compare with the intense fire you had inside, you wanted to be touched and satisfied, you wanted pleasure in any way provided by your boyfriend.

Chan watched you for a few seconds, your frail body exposed and naked for him made to carry that bubbling sensation move through his crotch on his pumping erect rigid cock. He licked his lips, memorizing every part of your body, your coy movements as you pressed your legs together, which he knew was a habit of yours because you were so adorable and incredibly turned on that it was hard for you to control your very cute and needy pussy, he memorized how you bit your lip nervously and the shimmer in the eye shadow, your makeup intact, just before he’s about to ruin it, making you gasp and whimper.

He roughly grabbed your wrist, squeezing it tightly, forcing you to walk and taking you a few steps to the front of the couch. He stood in front of you, and for the first time that night, he gently touched your face in his hands, but then squeezed your cheeks as if he was enforcing authority by making you look at him.

“You’ve been a very very bad girl and you know the consequences for that” he whispered, released your face, sat down on the couch and ordered you roughly. “In four, now. Hands and knees on the floor and from now on I want you to respond to everything I tell you, understand?”

Chan ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip, getting no response, he bent his body and reached up to your ass, quickly and unexpectedly giving it a hard spank, repeating, “I said, did you understand?”

His hand burned into your soft, unprepared skin, which finally, you fulfilled his fantasy, and yours, leaving your pride and games aside, as you responded between in a surprised gasp and needy tone:

“Yes, Daddy.”

That was music to Chan’s ears, a delight to all his senses, your adored voice, the one he loved so much, as sweet as honey and soft as velvet, submissively saying exactly what he wants to hear, your little mouth struggling against the obscenities by which you will be subjected... but nothing will compare to the sound of your skin breaking and your whimpering, combining with the squirt of her soaking wet pussy being used by him as he wished.

He leaned back against the coach quietly and you looked at him, his erection was bigger in his pants and all you could think about was how much you wanted to ride his cock, at your pace, lovingly, but you listened to him as you knew you were in for something else, you still would enjoyed it.

Your hands and knees on the floor. Your eyes to the Christmas tree—just as he said, and your body submissive and exposed for Chan. He bent down again, you almost recoiled at the sound of his body on the couch, moving closer to you. Chan caressed your exposed ass and ran his fingers gently across your pussy making you moan softly, you were again restless and aroused.

“My baby doll, you have a beautiful ass, too bad I’m going to leave it bruised.”

That said, you closed your eyes tightly and let out a groan of shock, almost like hiccups. Your first spanking. Hard, burning and rough. Chan continued mercilessly, keeping his word, hit after hit, echoing in the room your skin abused by his heavy hand. You arched your back, curled your toes and your hands clutched the floor as you whimpered and bit your lip in desperation seeking release, but you couldn’t help it, it was so dirty and painful but you loved it, you loved the sound of your ass being pounded and of the impact of his hand leaving your buttocks in searing pain.

“I want you to think about how bad you’ve been, little girl. About what you did that Daddy has to give you this punishment.”

“Yes, Daddy” you replied in a gasp.

You had done nothing wrong, but at this point you couldn’t reveal yourself or turn back time, you were surrendered and immersed in his lustful method of pleasure.

Your makeup began to smear, your eyes watered and just as you were painfully tired, he paused for a moment, finally turning his attention to your throbbing, wet sex. Chris’s cock twitched at the sensation of your pussy coating his fingers. He continued to caress your burning, red ass with one hand while teasing your entrance with the other, making a comment for it:

“Are you liking it, you fucking slut? Do you enjoy it when daddy puts you in your place and spanks you for your bad behavior? Look at that pretty pussy, god, you’re so soaking wet, making a mess for me.”

Another unexpected pair of spankings and his naughty fingers exploring your intimacy that altered every part of you.

You were obsessed with your boyfriend, both of you were of each other, which is why that detail led you to be in precisely the situation you were in now. You knew to perfection the shape, size and color of his fingers, long, pale with a pinkish undertone, veiny, you could visualize the obscene image of them caressing your soaked pussy, of the fingertips pinching your clit and rubbing wildly between your labia to be wrapped around them and, of his digits abusing your entrance, of getting lost in it leaving a mess every time he pushed them deeper and deeper into you.

He kept spanking you, playing with your entrance, going deeper and deeper into you and using your hole carelessly as if it were a toy. Once again he kept his word when he said he would not be gentle. You were a mess, you didn’t know what to concentrate on at all, you babbled and squealed daddy every time your ass hurt and you felt yourself dripping more and more on his fingers.

You were close, so close to reaching your orgasm that your entire lower body burned in sharp, intense pain, Chan gathered, from the irregularity and change of tone in your whimpers and your sweet, soft pussy muscles throbbing and tightening from an immediate release of your peak of sexual desire.

“Are you about to cum, princess? My baby girl wants to reach her orgasm?” he spoke with a certain teasing tone in his sentences.

You nodded, desperate. Tousling your hair, letting it fall over your face, humiliated and incredibly aroused, whimpering in pleasure and pain, losing all your pride as you clung to the cold floor as you responded:

“Yes-yes-yes-y, Daddy, I’m going to cum.”

He blurted out a chuckle, “Really? You’re going to cum while I pound your ass and treat your little pussy roughly? You like being treated like this?”

You whimpered, letting out a squeal as you received your last and most painful spanking, as Chan increased the speed of his fingers in your pussy, the obscene and humiliating sound of your fluids colliding with his digits being heard.

“Yes, Daddy, I-”

“You’re fucked up, baby girl” he mumbled, almost satisfied.

Satisfied to see your ass ruined and red and you still managed to squirm in pleasure.

But Chan stopped, right at the hottest and most exact moment, leaving you mad and in pieces.

“No…” you whispered, annoyed, crestfallen holding all the frustration and strength in your body.

“Well, you don’t deserve such a thing” he added, slapping your exposed vulva twice to which you squealed in surprise, “You don’t deserve to cum, not even if you beg for it you fucking whore. You’ll cum until I say so.”

Chan sighed audibly almost in a groan, getting up from the couch while you remained in the same position, feeling the real pain and burning in your buttocks now that Chan had removed his hands from there. It hurt so much, the tingling from the impact ran through your body that you even wanted to cry again, the worst thing was that even with that pain you couldn’t calm your intense desire to have him.

The next thing you heard was the sound of his clothes tugging, Chan taking off his suit jacket, he unbuttoned the first few of his shirt and the sound of a zipper pulling down and soft fabric falling gracefully rubbing something. You knew right away.

“Come here. I’ll let you get Daddy’s cock ready before I tear your fucking little cunt apart.”

You couldn’t move, your body hurt so much, still, with your own strength, you stood up, your ass red, your makeup smeared and your eyes teary. As soon as you turned around, he came back or to say:

“Get on your knees. You’re going to suck Daddy’s cock” you watched him, from his eyes, going down to meet his pressed cock in his boxers, in a bulge, hard and large. “I didn’t hear your answer.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

You almost responded immediately, almost shivering as if you were freezing to death but it was just the nature of your nervous and highly aroused body and mind, devoted and surrendered to him, making you get on your knees submissively in front of him, raising your gaze, your pain was hard to avoid, but so was your unsettling pleasure. Your hands were indecisive and restless, about to touch his stiff exposed erection that looked so tempting to your sore eyes. Chan was caressing his cock, so pumping, red, and stimulated, dripping in the pretty pink tip of his precum.

“Ah, ah, don't touch until I say so,” he warned you, his voice coming from deep inside him, sounding thicker, you knew he was extremely aroused at this point. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

You obeyed him and he, so lost in pleasure took a step towards you, seeing you from above with every noticeable vein in his body exposed to view, his vein in his neck, from his big hands, from his cock...

Chan stroked his cock gently, masturbating it a little then put a part of his cock and glans on your warm tongue, rubbing himself on you.

“Ff-fuck, oh yeah, taste that fucking precum, baby” he moaned, watching you with pleasure, smiling slightly then closing his eyes and gently throwing his head back for a moment.

That had caused more pleasure in you than his fingers and spanking had caused in you before, you loved blowing Chan because you could hear him moaning and your mouth was busy with his big cock in it, it felt so good that just the feel of his soft glans on your tongue and his thick white droplets, you were again a sea of bliss on your bottom, shivering in despair.

“Now I want you to lick it, lick my cock up and down, just like that, yes-yes, use your hands, baby girl.”

You were so happy to hear such quiet commands as licking his cock and you enjoyed every second, you felt it first, your hand cupping a fist to stroke it better, every part of his texture and every single detailed feature, just for you.

“Ff-fuck.”

Chan was close, he had resisted orgasm hard giving his best effort, but the submissive sight of his little girl on her knees for him running her tongue over his big, stiff cock like it was candy didn’t help matters.

You licked his entire length, just as he gently commanded you, reveling in his pumping sex on your tongue and lips, wishing for a moment that he was naked too so you could see his wonderful figure at that angle you were.

“Put it in your mouth” he whined and you quickly did it, “oh yeah, bobbing your head all over daddy’s cock, just like that, mmm. Good girl.”

You put his cock in your mouth, wrapping it around your lips and finally feeling his throbbing sex inside your cavity. It felt so good to have him like this, pleasuring him as he moaned and bit his lip. You wanted to touch yourself as your pussy had a life of its own down there, so throbbing, dripping, and needy, but you knew that touching yourself would lead to no good if Chan found you out. He stroked your hair as you held his cock with your right hand while with your left, awkwardly and nervously you gently caressed his clean, smooth pubic area, his balls from time to time, and his pronounced pelvis rising towards his exercised abdomen.

You let yourself get a little carried away from the feel and taste of Chan that without thinking you slowly wanted his cock a little down your throat, you wanted the feel of his thick member fucking every part of you, but Chan delicately tightened his grip on your hair, pulling it back to pull his cock out of your mouth, leaving his member bouncing gently in the air and brushing against your lips, his erection wet and stimulated and you dripping in your saliva and his precum, confused, looking into his eyes.

However, the next thing you felt you didn’t expect it at all, his large hand slapping moderately hard on your cheek leaving it red and sore.

“I never said to use your throat, huh. Did you want daddy’s cock so bad? Stand up, you’re going to get it now.”

You were still in shock from the slap, but you obeyed as you understood that it would finally happen. Chan grabbed you roughly by your forearm, putting you on your back to him, he forced you to bend over, as you clumsily held onto the couch, as he had put his body behind you. Chan began rubbing his glans on your wet, swollen, juicy vulva, pleasuring himself on your labia before shallowly positioning the head of his cock at your entrance.

You wanted to scream for him to do it, you wanted him to fuck you from the first instant your panties began to get wet for him.

“There will be no safe word, I am going to fuck you hard to remind you that you are mine and you are going to take Daddy’s cock whole like the slut you behaved like tonight, got it?”

You were about to answer, but a squeal came out of you as you felt his pumping deep throbbing penetration piercing your insides. You whimpered between pleasure and pain, Chan was opening your entrance, and inside, your pussy always struggling to accommodate his well-endowed penis.

He began to fuck you while holding on to your hips and touching your very sensitive ass from time to time, he caressed your whole body, your back, and your tits while keeping a deep, fast, and tearing rhythm that left you breathless. You started to see blurred, you were lost, with your pussy choking his cock, about to cum again when he came out of you; he took your body with ease and held you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. Chan wanted to see your tired, frustrated face as you struggled with his big cock in your pussy.

He smiled at the sight of you, your cheeks red and a little of his precum at the corner of your lips, your eyes bright and your whole face begging for sex. He re-entered you, holding your body from your ass which you whimpered at your sensitivity. Chan controlled your body, dropping your body so that his cock slid into you, making you both whimper, he was big, he didn’t fit all the way in, and his cock squeezed at your entrance and pushed your cervix every time he did that.

He continued to control your body, causing you to be a mess in search of your ultimate release in an orgasm.

“Tell me that you’re mine” he started to babble.

The idea of just owning and having you quickly went to his head, of being him and only him the only one who has you screaming with pleasure, the only one who loves you and knows how you like it. Chan always fucks you sweet and slow, gentle, just because his cock is big at your entrance, but sometimes he does it hard when you ask him to, but now he was destroying you beautifully, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m yours, daddy, fuck-”you were speaking haltingly and breathlessly.

“Daddy, please” you whimpered, his cock was being too much for you.

“Daddy, please” he mimicked you mockingly making a high-pitched tone of voice with a smug smile, “Please what, don’t you like how all your little pussy is being taken by daddy?”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes.

You finally felt it, your orgasm, so close and there was something you always wanted.

“Can I kiss you, Daddy?”

He smiled, “Do it, baby girl” he replied breathlessly.

You began to squirt his cock and part of his thighs and the rest fell to the floor, finally, you felt his lips and cautiously unbuttoned his shirt to feel and appreciate his exercised chest.

“Daddy, can I cum?”

“Fuck, baby girl, yes do it.”

You whimpered again, louder, hugged him, brushing your breasts on his pecs, feeling his soft hair and the scent of his perfume on his neck and you cum shuddered, wanting to release every muscle in your body, leaving you trembling and pleasurably agonized.

Chan enjoyed the disaster of your orgasm, sliding his cock inside you for a few more seconds until he hit your cervix with the spurt of his hot cum.

“Mmm” was all you could say as you caught your breath and felt his orgasm fill you completely still leaning on his shoulder near his neck.

Chan left you there, your body wracked and well satisfied, clinging to him.

He stroked your hair and whispered a sweet “I love you. Do you want to see the snow outside, princess?”

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the touch

PART THREE OF THE PROJECT 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part one 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ part two ★ pairing: dom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader

✦summary: Every time you and Chan meet again, you explore a new world of experiences, and this is especially true when he is very needy but shows it in his own way.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, college au, grinding, spanking, pet names (dreg too), dirty talk, teasing, clitplay, oral sex, face fucking, cum shoot, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding, aftercare!

word count: 10.3k

masterlist - taglist

♡ songs: railway by bang chan / everyday by ariana grande / nothing without you by the weeknd

wen’s note: tysm for +3k notes in the first part, that’s insane i luv yaa; edit: I lost all the written smut I had to rewrite it all, I was crying (real) edit two: im vibing now lmao

Everything looked better in Chan’s mind, after he had touched you twice which each time outweighed more and more the other, he believed for a moment that he would have it all, that everything would be from then on all about your sweet smell, nice dates, more quality time and just two stupidly tender people holding hands while walking around the campus, it was perfect, so perfect to be true that in reality it never happened that way.

After he dropped you off at your apartment, after the party and you tenderly and sweetly rested in his arms like he adored and wished it would happen every day, every day became hell for him, and he wasn’t exaggerating-or maybe a little, but he needed you, now, like never before, and not just sexually, he wanted to be genuinely close to you, to hear you talk and see you smile next to him; Chan thought that after the party would be the perfect time to ask you out, so he foolishly waited for the most fitting and cute moment he would treasure forever, but that didn't happen.

You just said:

“See you soon. Thanks.”

And you leaned in to give him a quick, shy kiss on the lips that fascinated him and took him by surprise, because if he had expected it he would have taken you more passionately and tenderly in a real kiss, and you just said goodbye to him like that before walking into your apartment and leaving him rambling in the hallway. Chan had to visit his family because it was Sunday so you understood perfectly and offered to let him drop you off at your apartment, but he didn’t want to leave you alone and if it were up to him he would already take you to meet his parents, he was feeling kind of intense with you, truly believing there was a huge fire between you, but decided to give you your space since you wanted to relax after your first club experience. Chan couldn’t believe that maybe it was your first experience at all and he was giving it to you, it was driving him crazy. You talked by text, but he refused to ask you out via text having the opportunity to tell you in person while seeing your sweet face. But did he really have that chance?

Unfortunately that see you soon wasn’t so soon. Chan was losing his mind, the first week he took it lightly, he had forgotten one thing you were very serious about, weeks of exams and heavier work, so he understood your aloofness, every time he approached you after class was over it was the same. “Oh, I’ll go study with Sam, do you want to come?” “I’ll be busy studying,” “I have a project due.”

Chan would reject the offer to go with your friends because he felt shy. He wished that somehow it could just be him and you, together. But he finally got up the courage to meet your friend, and one thing he noticed was that you really took college seriously. You ended up exhausted and quiet, and he could only see you and have you from afar because, due to his bad luck, he never found time alone with you.

He was fine. He was trying to convince himself of that, that soon you could be together and he would not distract you in something he knows is very important for you just because of his silly dream of living a romance with you, of being able to kiss you and touch you, he was not a high school kid anymore, he understood perfectly that both of you were studying your professional career for your future.

But weeks went by and he was getting crazy and tedious, he needed you, it was enough just to try you twice, now you were a drug for him and he couldn't do anything, he couldn’t take you by the arm and take you to a place alone, separating you from your friend because he wanted to look like the sweet boy who was worth it when she was around.

At first it was sweet, when he sat next to you to supposedly study but didn’t memorize a single term for thinking about you, Chan would play with his pencil, watching you deftly type on your laptop and gently rub the bridge of your nose freeing them for a few seconds from the grip of your glasses, while he imagined a lot of cheesy things, like those married couples who usually say they met in college, taking you shopping, walking on the beach with you, to take your mind off all the work you were doing and de-stress a little.

However, something in him changed slightly, his looks were heavier and more penetrating, almost eating you with his eyes because it was evident that you were awakening even his greatest fantasies. He wondered how you didn't notice.

You were doing so well, you were so focused on your studies that sometimes you forgot the presence of those around you, that you almost forgot Chan. After that encounter you didn’t know what the next move was, you were a little scared so one of the perfect excuses was to always be busy, when in reality you cared so much about having so little experience. On the lonely nights, you wondered what if he wanted more -which you also wanted so badly- but he caught you being once again inexperienced, so besides physics you tried to study the great world of sex, reading and watching on the internet the perfect techniques, feeling insecure that maybe another college girl had already given him the best oral sex of his life and you were still scared.

Not only were the heavy and hectic exam weeks approaching, but Chan was starting to get busier with his soccer training so it wasn’t now possible to see you as often, even though he was losing his mind, you both had to get on with your lives.

Chan was so desperate, that like a man in distress, he asked for advice from one of his best friends who he knew would take him seriously on the matter of being genuinely interested in you.

“You fucked her and you haven’t asked her out on a date? Fuck off man, maybe she’ll think you definitely didn’t take her seriously.”

“Okay, you were supposed to help me Changbin, what the fuck was that?”

“I’m just telling the truth. Why did you wait so long? Even a simple dinner after your study sessions or something.”

“But I want it to be cuter and more perfect than that, plus I still keep her close and text her every day, she should know I’m serious.”

His friend softly shook his head.

“And why do you keep your distance, huh? Even the smallest, most improvised thing will be the most romantic thing when there’s something between you, stop being controlling for a moment.”

Chan laughed softly, continuing his walk around the campus.

“Seo Changbin, quite the romantic” Chan joked looking at him with a mischievous smile, “Since when are you an expert? Last I heard you are absolutely bitchless.”

Changbin raised his shoulders first feeling a compliment and then an attack, “Hey! fuck you, man, I’ll make my move with Chaeryeong soon, I swear” he joked, taking a drink of his water and suddenly pointing to the front. “Hey, isn’t that Y/n?” Chan looked at once to where his friend pointed, “Who’s she with?”

Chan’s smile collapsed in seconds and his mature ideology of leaving you and giving you your space ended when he saw you in the distance smiling shyly at a boy as you both sat on the grass under a tree.

“I’ll go talk to her. I’ll see you back at the house” Chan coldly warned Changbin to approach you without taking his eyes off you for a second.

Chan’s thoughts began to cloud over… why was a guy out of nowhere approaching you? Almost a month of not being able to be alone with you because you were creating excuses of which didn’t discourage him for a moment because Chan felt and saw in you that you still wanted to have him around… for a stranger to be sweetly sitting next to you as if you were about to have a nice picnic. Please be a gay guy, Chan thought internally.

You both immediately felt Chan’s presence in front of you, you felt something tender and sweet knowing it was him, you smiled being happy to see him…. but it was inevitable not to see him completely from that angle, you were sitting on the floor and he was in front of you, wearing comfortable and sporty clothes, from head to toe, every garment was black, sneakers, socks, his shorts and his black sleeveless shirt tight to his muscular body, his arms looked more toned, with his visible veins and his pale shoulders and neck shined slightly covered in his sweat; his big pectorals stood out as he had across his body his backpack. You tried to hide with a tender smile how incredibly turned on you were getting watching him from below with his perfect body and handsome sweaty face. You knew his schedule perfectly, he had just left the gym.

“Hey, Chan.”

“Hey,” he waved his hand in a fake high-pitched tone, “I was already on my way home so I was passing by the campus but I saw you.”

You let out a nervous giggle, quickly glancing back at his body, he looked so good. He put his hands on his hips and you appreciated his arms and fingers more…. his long veiny fingers, you needed him all of a sudden, watching porn at night trying to study a little about sex, which you knew wasn’t the most viable and the most true, it only made you arouse your sexual desire more, and more towards Chan, one of the best-looking guys in college and you could have him to yourself, you hadn’t been touched in weeks, you hadn’t had a nice interaction with him in a while, you needed him and missed him, you thought about it all the time but seeing him just like this unleashed in you a voracious appetite to have him.

“Ah, you just got out of the gym, right?”

He nodded, “And Sam?”

“Ah, she’s not here because I’m on my tutoring time.”

Chan ran his tongue along his cavity, annoyed. Thinking it was unbelievable that every time he was with you your friend was there but just now she was letting you have alone time but with another guy.

“Oh, I see. We haven’t met… I’m Bang Chan, by the way,” Chan addressed the guy to the side of you.

Chan got angrier that he couldn’t say anything else, that he couldn’t assert authority by introducing himself since there was nothing else to say, you and him were still friends and he couldn’t claim you as his girlfriend. He was jealous. Besides that the guy was an attractive guy, with straight black hair, a manly young face, pretty eyes, and a pronounced cute nose.

“Yang Jeongin.”

Jeongin watched Chan, intimidated and was surprised to see the confidence in which a very popular guy in a fraternity would approach you as he never believed you had that kind of friendships, he thought you were a pretty, sweet and tender girl studying physics, shy and nerdy.

“Oh, he’s a year younger than us, I’m teaching him a little.”

“Outside, like having a picnic? Why not in the study hall?” interrupted Chan, obviously annoyed.

His tone of voice shook you, he looked so attractive when it was obvious he was jealous. It was obvious that the two of you wanted each other intensely, why wait so long to meet again?

“Jeongin suggested lying in the grass for a bit, breathe some air…” you said somewhat shyly, looking into his dark, narrowed eyes.

You needed to touch that grass, how horny you were getting just looking at him wasn’t healthy. You wanted his cock in your mouth, you thought it must feel so good there.

“Oh, so you do whatever Jeongin suggests now?” he mumbled to himself, “I’ll see you later, okay? Don’t go home so late and anything, call me, please. Let me know when you’re home.”

Chan gave you a tender smile and delicately untangled your hair by passing it amicably over your head. You turned your head to watch him leave and hoped he wasn’t angry… besides one thing he would do would be to stay with you until Jeongin left. You sighed, you needed him and that friendly gesture only confused you more.

[…]

And without realizing it, time passed incredibly fast. A month had passed since the last time Chan had touched you, the last time the two of you shared something as intimate as a kiss or a hug. You were coping well, as you remembered him when you came home tired to your apartment and faintly thought about him until you fell asleep, but he was getting more and more desperate, he was finally dying to talk to you but somehow you were appearing less and less in his life.

You were still tutoring Jeongin two days a week - and earning money for it. Still Chan kept a close eye on him, as it was obvious that the boy was showing signs of a crush on you.

And you knew exactly that it had been a month because you were so preciously treasuring the date when you finally had sex. So for the first time you got a little distracted from class and saw him in the distance, his manly presence and beautifully sculpted side profile, you bit your lip, thinking that you should be the one to approach him now because you needed him and you couldn’t wait any longer.

When the class was over you wanted to go after him right away with no plan other than to talk to him, but he had already gone ahead in leaving the place, losing sight of him and leaving you with a strange feeling. Still, that didn’t discourage you, you would go looking for him later, so you had a plan. Finally the afternoon came, you knew the time when he finished his soccer practice, so you decided to surprise him by showing up there.

You felt strange, alone near the bleachers in the soccer field area, you bit your lip looking for Chan, and doubted if it would have been better to send him a message to know if he would be there.

Chan was just finishing his practice when he spotted you in the distance, a huge smile forming on his face. You felt strange, like all the little things you didn't experience in high school you were doing it now, like waiting for the cute guy after his soccer practice, but it was a thousand times better, at least now because the heavy projects, exams, and stressful life of a college student is not ideal, but it was better because you were both adults, Chan was all man who knew exactly what to do and the best part, you lived all alone, you had all the autonomy of your place, so that was exactly your plan, to invite him to your apartment to have some alone time again.

You saw him approach you and for a second you never thought you would be that kind of girl… but you were for Chan and it was worth it, he was cute with you by message and in real life.

“Hey there” Chan greeted you, surprising you and putting you in a good mood.

Once again, he was slightly drenched in sweat, making you nervous at how good he looked even like that, with his forehead vein popping. He was pleased and surprised to see you there, you wore a tender smile and shy presence so he deduced that it was a good thing, that the idea made him blush.

“Hey, Chan… what are you doing tomorrow?”

He was slightly out of breath, “You came all this way to find out?” he played a little, “Tomorrow? I’ll have the game, you have to come, remember?” he said without thinking and then he read your expression and how your slight intentions were off, so now he said more concerned, “Oh, but why? What's wrong?”

He suddenly feared that he had made a mistake, for the first time you showed up there near his space and he was not available, Chan reproached himself for his answer, but it was true that he could not miss the game, but if it was that you wanted to see him then he could dedicate the day before and after the event to you.

You didn’t want it to end like that, not all of a sudden, just resigning yourself. After all, you and Chan needed a very good reward for all the time you didn’t get to spend together, feeling each other’s touch, it was time to help each other and release the stress of the frustrating past weeks.

“Ah, yes yes yes. The game, I’ll be there. And what are you doing today…? Do you want to see a movie, have dinner, and stay at my place?” you mentioned the last sentence looking him in the eyes and almost seductively whispering the invitation.

It was Friday. For the first time, you postponed a project, all to spend more time with him. Chan raised his eyebrows and his smile widened. Wanting to think that there was a hidden message there and he just deciphered it. He was going to have you tonight and every hair on him rose in excitement.

“Aw… you’re inviting me to a sleepover?” he played, flirtatiously, slowly moving closer to you.

You nodded, shyly, “But bring your pajamas.”

He snickered.

“I will,” he replied, taking you after so long, by your waist, raising Chan's mood inexplicably at finally having you close, “Do you want me to pick up dinner when I go?”

He didn’t even know what he was talking about, he just wanted to have excuses to create time and hold your waist longer.

You shook your head, “No, let’s order when you’re at my place” you whispered, lost in him, you wanted to kiss him, so, so, so bad.

“It’s okay. How about if,” Chan checked his Apple watch for a second, “I get to your house at 7? I’ll go take a shower and be on my way.”

You nodded, humming in approval.

“Okay, baby… I see you, then” he whispered to you, both of you without the slightest intention of separating and creating tension.

But you played with him a little, waving goodbye and breaking the tension, you'd be about to see him.

For him, every second together, even with people around, was special, and he treasured it. But nothing compared to finally having your alone time, just you and him and whatever the night brings.

[…]

You were almost wandering around your apartment, thinking that everything is in order and you just kept wandering with uncertainty if what you had planned would work out or if it was a good thing to do, you looked down at your outfit, biting your lips a little nervously and before you could change your mind absolutely, the loud knock on your door almost startled you. Yes, you had given Chan absolute access to your apartment and yes, your plan was to act a little differently.

You mentally braced yourself before opening the door and just as you grabbed for your doorknob, you felt a little itch on the bridge of your nose, completely remembering that you were still wearing your glasses with your whole face with makeup on, you were supposed to wear your contacts but you were so used to the feeling of glasses in your eyes that you sometimes forgot they were there.

Finally, you opened it, leaving Chan breathless just like the last time, a little over a month ago, when he saw you wearing that tight black dress exactly standing behind your door frame, but this time you were wearing a tight and cute pink corset with a tight and tiny miniskirt and, your dirty little secret, was that you weren’t wearing anything underneath this one.

“Wow, you look… beautiful. What’s the occasion? Were you expecting us to go out somewhere?” he spoke, engrossed, looking you up and down.

You looked at Chan, you had no words to describe how much you liked him and how great he looked.

“Not really… I just wanted to dress like this” you replied letting it go, “Do you like it? Make yourself comfortable, do you want anything?”

“I love it” he replied, licking his lips and taking shy steps to the couch in your living room, “Mmm… a coke, it’s okay if you have any or just water.”

Chan left his bag in your foyer. You blushed. You could see his face and hear his soft tone perfectly as he complimented you. Chan almost trembled in nervousness. Seeing you like that just made him shy somehow. Finally being alone, not having touched you, and seeing you wearing something so sexy and provocative that he wasn’t even remotely used to seeing you wear didn’t help him much. He was getting more and more unhinged, but he had to play it cool.

He followed your walk to the kitchen with his gaze, looking slightly cheeky at your silhouette until he lost sight of you and he came across something so dazzling that he let out a soft sigh, the small sight of your bare bottom that barely covered that skirt as you swayed your hips. Chan stretched his arms out towards the couch, licking his lips again this time biting his tongue a little and returning his gaze to the front… thinking that seeing you like this could only have one reason - or at least he was looking forward to it - you were looking to seduce him that night, you were looking for his touch and for more sweet sex after so much; plus his dirty, dark thoughts were triggered by visualizing the image of you wearing tiny panties, a thong, or not wearing anything… or why your ass was exquisitely exposed, at least a small part of it. Chan loved it, loved the little seconds he saw of your ass that drove him crazy, he wanted to aggressively squeeze your skin with passion, making it red.

While you were only focused on one thing, act bolder, bolder, bolder, you wanted to drop the shyness for once and for all, you wanted to take Chan and have him do it too, you wanted to feel that spark between the two of you again and have him give you constant affirmation that what you feel is mutual and exclusive, you wanted him for yourself, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Walking without your panties on and approaching him to initiate something obviously more risqué, hot and sexual, was one of the bold moves you could think of, besides putting on a tight top that accentuated your figure, you wanted to be obvious, but none too much, but you hoped he would understand within seconds. You felt your folds slightly damp with every step you took and it was all thanks to Chan, who looked exquisite in his jeans, white shirt and thin denim jacket.

You bit your lip and gently plopped down on your couch dangerously close to him, handed him the can drink and turned your body, leaning your arm on the couch back and your bare thighs brushing against his, almost with your knees on top of them.

“So… any chance you can win the game tomorrow?” you commented somewhat amused to break the silence and the obvious sexual tension.

Chan’s gaze traveled from your thighs to your notorious chest through the corset to come to a fixed point on your face, killing him with tenderness as your radiant, sweet face, still wearing your glasses, made you look like a tender, sexy smart girl, which he was sure couldn’t be more true.

“Of course, we will win! Why do you say that? Hey, you’ll be there” he jokingly replied.

You laughed softly and watched his long fingers open the can, holding it up to take a sip of his soda. His strong neck—you needed him.

“Mmm… it’s just that we haven’t seen each other in so long," you added somewhat detachedly, engrossed in Chan. “well, we’ve seen each other often, but I guess it wasn’t the same, you know?”

Chan pressed his lips together, wiping any trace of the fizzy drink from his lips, and stared at you, his right hand held the can and with the fingertips of his other hand he began to gently trace random shapes on your thigh, delighting himself with your smooth texture.

“I understand perfectly…. we haven’t had this time alone, but all because of exam week, I know. How did it go, sweetheart?” he whispered, almost breathless and beginning to seduce you with every part of him, his voice, his gaze, everything.

You let yourself be carried away seconds by his touch before responding the same way he did.

“Ah, you know, I’ve been doing well, but it’s kind of stressful.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard, honey…”

You blushed again, more so when he spoke to you like that, seductively but with slight concern, over all.

“I know” you continued speaking softly, tilting your head and looking into his dark brown eyes. “But I need the scholarship, living alone near the college area is expensive.”

Chan gave you a half smile, slowly bringing his fine brushes up.

“Aw, baby, that thing about you not having a roommate doesn’t sit well with me. Let me be your roommate…”

You laughed, “You’re crazy” you lifted your arm to play a little with his jacket on his shoulder. “I’d love to, but my dad would kill me, plus you have to give up your fraternity, aren’t you the leader and you have a pact or something?”

He smiled and set the can down on the coffee table.

“Would you like me to live with you?” you nodded not thinking clearly, just thinking that having him around every day would be a dream. “So…? I can quit, they’ll put Hyunjin in my place” he played a little, still taking full advantage of the tension created.

You made an amused expression.

“Hyunjin? He’s not frat boy material, he’ll die on day one.”

The distance was getting closer and closer between the two of you, and you could feel the breathing of both. Chan ran his tongue around the inside of his lips in amusement.

“Huh, what does that mean? That I’m just a frat boy to you?”

You looked at him for a few seconds that seemed long, you analyzed every part of his face and being inches away from each other didn’t help anything but create more tension. You knew he was only joking with you, still, you replied seriously as you were seriously admiring him.

“No… of course you’re not just that. You’re much more than that… I’m sorry… that I’ve strayed a bit…”

He sighed, losing his sanity with every passing second, turned his body a little and put his arm gently over yours to play with your loose hair.

“It’s okay, I understand, honey, college is very important for you.”

But so was he and you couldn’t believe you completely brushed him aside. It was your time to remedy that.

“So... how about you, how were the exam weeks?”

“Good,” he replied simply. “Tired, stressful. I may need a little help for the next exams.”

Now he dropped his hand all the way down to your thigh, stroking it almost to your area, putting it under your tiny garment and squeezing your skin.

You both couldn’t stand it a second longer.

It was your chance to step up and act bolder.

“Mmm... you know I can help you...”

You whispered, his gentle hand squeezing your thigh and seeking even deeper into your sensitive spot. But in one deft movement, you sat gently on his lap, surprising him completely. Chan watched your expression, still with a hint of shyness on your characteristically tender face... but he noticed that there was something completely noticeably different about you, a soft, mischievous smile, beautifully heavy breathing and a lustful gaze begging for more and more.

When his confusion vanished from him, a smile formed and he enjoyed the weight of your body on his lap and began to caress your body.

“Of course, you know how to help me. Smart girl” he murmured close to your lips.

You felt his fresh breath and his big hands run over your waist all the way down to your thighs.

He knew then that you were the mastermind of this little plan, of summoning him there, of dressing provocatively to drive him crazy and of being the one to approach him. He loved it, found it adorable and so damn hot he was still softly hard.

“I missed you, hun” he whispered, taking you by the chin.

You smiled at him and enjoyed every second of what you anticipated the obvious that your heart began to race.

You thought a soft ‘me too’ but couldn’t say it out loud and just leaned in to kiss him.

Chan was surprised each time but accepted it and received your lips sweetly. Finally, after so long, you were enjoying each other.

Your lips met softly, in a delicate act of delighting in the sensation and movements of each other’s mouth, as if you were trying to remember every particle of that soft and delicate muscle. You adored Chan’s lips and kisses. You loved having him close, as did he, in which he enjoyed the warmth of your body on his and your velvety lips painted in soft lipstick.

Chan held your face and squeezed your thigh letting himself go, lost in the sensation of something he longed for and desired so much.

Your hands also went to his face, letting your fingers rest on his soft jaw that moved as he kissed you.

And being out of breath, you parted only short seconds, almost nonexistent centimeters only for you to whisper between his lips in amusement:

“This is the kind of help you need?”

Chan laughed softly, squeezed your thigh tighter, and moved further across to take your lips again, this time faster, frantic and desperate, his restless tongue struggling to find yours, his soft, fluffy lips sensually sucking at your mouth, you kept pace with him and you both released that deep frustration in your being, the abstinence, and desperation for both of you.

You both needed each other, the connection was irremediable. You were making him more and more excited and for you, having his strong and big body close to yours was making you crazy, his hands on you, his nose bumping against your face, your glasses slipping off, you were getting that aching and throbbing sensation in your sensitive clit that only Chan could achieve in you, your folds were wet, sticky, you were making a mess with only his passionate kisses.

It was inevitable for Chan not to start getting completely hard as he was feeling the intensity with which you were responding to him and he was understanding perfectly the situation that you both would let something sexual happen. You, on the other hand, felt his erection bump against your ass as you were sitting right on top of him, you wanted him so badly that almost by reflex you began to move gently to feel his hard cock between the denim of his jeans, causing a soft gasp to come from his lips in between the kiss. Chan continued to stroke your thigh until he reached under your tiny skirt looking to play with your panties, but to his surprise, he found the fine touch of only your skin, you were not wearing panties and the thought made his cock throb.

“Mmm, fuck baby, you’re not wearing panties” he murmured sultrily between your lips, finding a way to abruptly spread your legs apart to pinch and rub your clit. “Like you’re getting your little pussy ready for me to play with.”

You blushed and yet you didn’t stop moving gently on him, you parted but were still with your faces pressed together, feeling each other’s agitated breathing, Chan bit his lip, running his fingers over your soft vaginal lips, letting them enfold your wetness without abandoning the tantalizing movements on your clit with his thumb.

You were so aroused, moaning softly at finally being touched in your much-needed area, you turned your face letting your cheek brush against his nose, and admired his strong veiny arm getting lost in your core; you were flailing and increasingly making a mess but you wanted to act bolder, you wanted to make up for all the times you couldn’t do it and felt you were pushing him away, so you wanted to be the one to take a little initiative and not get completely carried away with something Chan was starting.

“Ch-chan, I want to make you feel good…” you whimpered.

“And you do honey, don’t you? I love playing with your pussy” he whispered in your ear, this time with his fingertips superficially teasing your entrance. “Don’t you like it? God, you’re so fucking wet already.”

“Yes-yes, I do like it.”

“You’ve been stressed, let me take care of you, sweetie.”

Chan was beginning to tease you, his fingers not fully entering all the way to your sweet spot, his thumb tantalizing your clit, you were hopelessly desperate for something stronger, but you didn’t want him to do all the work.

You turned to see him again, his face was focused, his gaze dark and bright with desire; this was your chance, you had to act and stop being shy, do exactly what you wanted and what you wanted was also to provoke him a little. You smiled at him shyly but mischievously, you stirred and found a way to get out of his touch to quickly turn your body, turning your back to him, you held onto his knees and with your red face covered in slight embarrassment but lost in sexual desire, you began to move your hips, slowly and sensually over his crotch. Chan was completely surprised, but he let himself go, realizing your little attempts driving him crazy. Something in him was starting to take over, he found it so hot but tender the way you were surprising him more and more, and suddenly the immense and incredible desire to possess your body, to have you panting and exhausted asking for more.

Chan caressed your back, enjoying the pornographic sight of having your appetizing ass, half-visible through your short skirt, grinding on his cock; he bit his lip and in a desperate move roughly lifted your entire skirt to leave visible your ass and a small part of your exposed labia brushing against the rough denim of his jeans. You gasped, shaking your head and getting impatient, the rough fabric put a tingle in your core and every inch of you that was hard to breathe, you felt the stays of your corset tighten your skin, you longed to fuck him all at once.

“Aw, baby girl’s putting on a show, look at you, like a big girl, fuck, yes, keep doing it, baby” Chan moaned smugly with a rough voice and a cocky grin on his face that you couldn’t appreciate, ”You want to make me cum like this, don’t you, baby doll?”

You didn’t answer, your mind was occupied with the friction in your pussy that lightly battered your core. Your body burned with pleasure and slight embarrassment, you were adjusting to this new version of you but it was comforting to hear Chan's soft gasps and grunts indicating he was enjoying it. Grinding, a tiny lap dance, it was all new to you but you were making your mess in his cloth, pressing your pussy hard on him, managing to stimulate yourself more and more as Chan was having the fucking time of his life. He pulled his hands away from you for a second and watched your hips and ass move, fantasizing about having your pussy around his cock and you riding him exactly with that delicious sequence of movements.

Chan caressed your ass, going to his mind how beautiful it looked, so docile and submissive going in back and forth over his crotch, he squeezed your skin and the incredible desire to dominate you came back to him, like a strong, desperate charge in him. Chan held your hips tightly, lifting your body and forcing you to stop.

“Stay still” he ordered in his harsh voice, he delicately ran a finger between your folds drawing a sigh from you and began to caress your buttocks, “Your skin is so soft, princess…” he squeezed your ass, ”I love your ass, it's so cute… and easy to mark….. I know you're a good girl and can take them all.”

And unexpectedly, your first spanking, made you squeal and flinch in shock.

“You like it don't you, huh? Who knew that the smartest little girl of the class is actually a little whore who enjoys being spanked.”

And Chan continued, spanking you 10 times in all, fascinated with the idea of being the only one who could fucked you up like that, from the sight of your red ass with his hand imprinted on your skin. You whimpered in pain and pleasure, clutching at his knees, you couldn't even stop him, you had loved it, your whimpers and the sound of your skin being pounded filling your apartment, but your ass burned in pain, each spanking had been more intense than the other that you began to tear up slightly, almost like your pussy, wetting the inside of your thighs.

Chan grabbed your hips again, pulling you roughly against his lap again, you moaned at the friction on your ass. You whimpered a soft fuck.

“Keep grinding my cock, baby girl, give me a little show with your beautiful red ass.”

You kept doing it, not sure who could cum first, you wanted to but you were only overstimulating yourself and making your labia more sensitive with the constant friction. You adjusted your glasses and thought about how desperately you needed him so in one swift movement you turned your body, bringing your hands to the buttons of his pants, taking him by surprise.

“What are you doing, princess? Who let you boss yourself around?”

You looked into his eyes and he managed to intimidate you, something about him was so different from the last few times you'd done it, he was making you nervously excited, making your legs tremble. Chan leaned his body, getting closer to you and a smug smile formed on his face as your eyes looked shiny, your cheeks red and your makeup a little messed up. Messed up just how he wanted to have you tonight. You stood still, your hands in the waistband of his jeans; you swallowed nervously and with some embarrassment, you wanted to express your whole truth:

“I want to… feel you” you said in a trembling voice and retracted in seconds, remembering that you were going to leave your shyness behind, “I need you, Chan. I want to feel your cock, I want to fuck you.”

You sounded not needy but sincere and excited, your voice deepening, surprising your lover. Chan bit his lip, never believing you would say that sort of thing, as if the words cock and fuck were taboo coming out of your mouth, dirty and improper; his cock throbbed hard again, finding your dark lustful gaze behind your glasses fucking hot, making him uncontrollably horny to hear you talk like that no matter how immature it sounded… you were his sweet, tender, studious girl, now talking about how much you wanted his cock. It was one of his dirty dreams.

“Then come and get exactly what you want like a bad girl getting away with it.”

You blinked somewhat uncertainly, but with a mischievous smile you pulled down his pants and underwear with a little of his help until they were down to his calves. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of his well-erect cock, twitching as if it had a life of its own, you were scared and excited, thinking it even looked bigger since the last time you fucked. Chan groaned, feeling the release of his aching cock and the sound of him made you look into his eyes, his perfect slitted eyes radiating desire and his countenance and complexion exuding dominance and control. Before you could act, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back onto his lap.

“Make you cum on my cock, princess” his cock lightly pressed against his abdomen, throbbing in pleasure, you looked up at him, accepting your fate and thinking you were going to fuck him like that so you took his length, settling him at your entrance, but he stopped you, “Not like that, not yet, grind on it until you cum like the little slut you're behaving.”

You watched him from the arc of your glasses and positioned his thick cock between your folds, filling them completely, finally bringing the two warm sexes together which caused more than one sigh from both of you.

“Oh Chan” you whimpered and held onto his strong, broad shoulders.

You felt his length on your slick labia, opening your folds wide and rubbing your clit, grinding your wet sex hard against his until you felt every pulsation, it felt so good sliding in that you were making a mess again, this time you were more breathless, panting and feeling your orgasm close. You were eager, agitated and beginning to see stars; you looked down, your pussy hugging his veiny cock, playing with the sensitivity of his skin, his handsome manly face in pleasure as he babbled leaning back on the couch, his hands were on your hips, and you closed your eyes every now and then pushing yourself over the edge.

“Aw, baby, come on, you're going to cum on my cock? Do you like it? Tell me when you're about to cum.”

You gasped loudly in response, it was more than obvious, that what started as slow, sensual movements enjoying every second of the act turned into something faster, frantic, and desperate, looking for the release of your orgasm. Chan felt close as you began to move rapidly into him.

“Ch-channie, I'm about to, to… ah.”

“C'mon you can do it, hun, fuck, I'm close too.”

You panted, burying your hands in his shoulders, sighing heavily until you puffed out your chest and pressed them against your tight corset, when then you felt the intense release that made you embrace him, breathing in his scent as your lower half reacted violently making a mess and twitching its muscles in desperation. Chan cum almost at the same time as you did, making it filthy poetic, covering your folds and your couch in his semen, you experienced his restless cock collapsing in you and Chan cursing as he painfully felt each release spurting out of him after he had held it long enough.

You were both agitated, you were recovering but you were sure that your night was not going to end there. While you were still with your body leaning on his, Chan suddenly unzipped your corset, you pulled away from him to look at him and he was already sliding the garment down your arms to remove it and you let him do it, leaving you with your hard nipples and bare breast. He bit his lower lip beginning to caress them again entering your endless cycle of pleasure, it had been so long without having each other that you were both aware that your first orgasm was just almost a little warm-up, but you were so aroused by the intensity of it even though it wasn't the main act. Chan leaned close to your ear, whispering:

“Stand up, now.”

Tired, you obeyed him without a second thought, Chan did the same; you smiled happily at him, finding him adorable, despite being in the dirty act, his countenance and the fact that you were together enjoying each other was lovely, so you impulsively sought his lips, wanting to feel him again, you did so for a few short seconds but he didn't follow your act and instead surprised you with his hand on the back of your neck tugging your hair slightly to pull you away from him.

“You think I haven't noticed how much of a whore you've been acting… from the moment I got here… walking around with no underwear on… I think you've been a very, very bad girl.”

You watched him, his arm holding your hair looked so appealing and his kind of behavior excited every part of you, as if he wanted to assert authority and you were about to give in completely. You liked this Chan and you were just hoping for more intense sex by continuing to be treated like this.

“I just… wanted to stop being shy, like you said. Being a bad girl is asking for your cock?” you played, looking at him with big, bright eyes in false innocence.

His cock throbbed again, you were hitting him right in his most sensitive spot, your sweet naivety and innocence, it was obvious now you wanted to experience something harder and he was about to give it to you.

“I hope you know how bad girls are treated, provocative little sluts like you… they are treated for exactly what they are. On your knees now.”

Chan had fantasized about his cock in your mouth so many times that today was the perfect occasion when you were both needy and open to so many things because of the abstinence you had. Just when it was obvious you wanted to be used and he couldn't miss the opportunity.

You played with his shirt before getting on your knees, indicating that you wanted him to remove his clothes and he understood your subtle message, taking off his jacket and shirt, leaving you drooling at the sight of his muscular abdomen and erect cock in front of your face once you were on your knees. Your heart pounded.

“Take it all, little slut, use it like you know how, I want to fill your whole mouth with me” Chan moaned, watching you from above, taking your hair in a fist.

You had stopped being brave for a second and rose to look at him as you held his erection. He read your docile expression, your bright eyes in a gaze he knew well and adored with a mad passion, your look of uncertainty and innocence.

“Take it, baby girl, use your mouth and hands. You'll do fine.”

Chan smiled, grabbing his erection and running it down your cheek and around your lips. You stuck out your tongue, tasting his pink glans, running your tongue around his opening to taste every drop of his previous cum and his oozing pre cum, as if you were scooping a delicious ice cream. His taste and sensation filled every inch of you and with a little more confidence, you licked his entire warm, pulsating, wet length, still having room to feel him between your hands and stroke his cock. You were so excited and thrilled to explore absolutely everything about oral sex that you did your best to wrap your lips over his member to have absolutely the whole experience, you licked and licked, following his veins around it, reveling in the pulsing sensation of his needy sex and the gasps of an also needy Chan.

“That's right, baby, you're doing great, fu-fuck, play with my balls a little too” Chan whimpered.

Your ears twitched, almost thinking, oh, I'd forgotten and your hands massaged his sensitive soft testicles, not sure what you were doing but you licked them a little as you'd seen it was something that could be done, earning you from Chan a muffled moan and throwing his head back.

“Fuck, you're a naughty girl. Now put it in your mouth, come on, baby girl. Open your mouth.”

You salivated at his thick, raspy voice and did just as he commanded, his length filling your cavity and rubbing against the inside of your cheeks. You gasped with your mouth full, it felt so good in a way. In and out of you, enveloping your tongue and lips. Chan watched you, your gaze behind those glasses, your delicate mouth filled with his member were taking him to heaven, like never before, in a way it looked so dirty coming from you, on your knees with your breasts exposed and your mouth drooling and hands occupied with his big cock, Chan wanted to treasure the moment forever, besides the sensation that rocked the deepest in him, it was the best oral sex he had ever had and all because it was you giving it to him. You held onto his thighs, caressed his pubic skin and brought your hand up to touch his abs a little. Chan guided you gently, pushing your head and you found the perfect rhythm, bobbing your head, it was hot the first few moments, but desperately hot the next, your nose and eyes started to get sensitive, your jaw ached but it was worth every second.

Chan loved the slight imperfection of your act, but stopped being soft and tender as he said to you:

“I'm going to fuck your throat until it hurts to talk, baby girl.”

He started thrusting, you didn't even get a chance to whine fighting that it was too big, when he answered himself.

“You can take it, you can do it-fuck.”

His erection was reaching further and further down your throat, it brushed your uvula and for a second you felt embarrassed for your gag reflex but he continued to thrust until he reached a point you didn't think possible in your throat. You watched him, your eyes begging for mercy but he took no pity on you and began to fuck your throat and mouth, ramming you until you were sore. You squeezed your legs together, feeling your fluids slipping from how uncontrollably aroused you were. It felt so good, so wrong, your poor mouth being abused your first time. Chan grunted and whimpered, turning him on the image of you struggling with his big cock.

“Fuck, you're taking it so good. I'm about to cum” a high pitched moan escaped his lips, “Yes, yes-yes-yes- fuck” he began to babble.

Tears began to flow out of you again… thinking if it was that desperate and hot your pussy felt on its own. You could taste his orgasm, his pumping cock getting closer and closer until he cummed in your mouth, choking you a little once again. Chan grunted loudly, putting his head back and returned to pull his cock out of your mouth and messily left shots of his cum on your face. You took a deep breath and not knowing what exactly to do you swallowed heavily his cum and smiled proudly.

“Fuck, baby girl, did you swallow it? Good girl. Look at you.”

Chan stroked your already tousled hair, pushing the stuck hair away from your forehead by your light layer of released sweat. He took his cock in his other hand and kept rubbing it on your face, proud to have left you in such a state. Needy, messed up with cum on your sweet face.

“Good girl. Come here, sit on the couch, it's your turn.”

You nodded and obeyed him with a silly, deluded smile on your face, you were happy to please him and felt the night had no end. Chan now undressed himself, freeing himself of his jeans and underwear and got down on his knees in front of you, he removed your skirt, leaving you vulnerable and naked, for the first time in front of him.

“You are beautiful. I want to make you mine” he whispered.

He moved closer to your face, you playfully bit your lip, from every angle and distance he was so attractive to you that, still delusional you held his face in your hands as he tentatively kissed you, his hand again playing with your pussy. His lips moved down and you caressed the curls of his hair as he did the same act he did the first time you were together, sizzling kisses down your body until he reached your sensitive cunt. He feasted on your breasts and nipples before he got down there and kissed your skin and clit, driving you wild.

“Use your words, little girl, what do you want now?” he asked, his hands squeezing your thigh, his breath on your pussy.

You didn't think about it, “Chan, please…eat my-pussy. I need it.”

“You need it?” he chuckled softly.

He admired the sight of your swollen, wet pussy, it was going to be a pleasure to taste you, and he adored it. He slapped moderately hard on your vulva making it more flushed, flinching you and finally, his lips encircled your pubis and part of your labia to suck exquisitely on your clit. You moaned, still stroking his hair.

“Mmm, Channie-”

You lost your mind as soon as he rubbed his face on your clit, shaking his head. This time he focused on your sensitive spot, playing with your folds, spreading and joining them in constant motion stimulating you while his mouth and tongue tortured your clit, biting, sucking, and teasing it with movements with the tip of his tongue, staring at you as he made you lose your mind.

You arched your back, Chan knew you were close, he stroked your clit with his finger and lowered his mouth to the rest of your vulva making you whimper, sloppy licks with his thick, warm, naughty tongue across your labia, sucking them until he reached your throbbing entrance. You were so close again and Chan began to penetrate you with his tongue, pressing his nose into another sweet spot of yours in the process. You babbled his name in a desperate search to climax your ecstasy.

“Cum in my mouth, cum in my mouth, baby-make a mess” his voice vibrated in your core and earned with it the intense mess of your orgasm.

Chan licked your orgasm, making you shudder. You were tired, your limbs trembling. The excitement was already a pleasurable burden on your body and with Chan, there was still no end to it.

“Your pussy is so swollen and beautiful baby girl, it's all ready for me to fuck you.”

You looked him in the eye and didn't protest, “Come on,” he gasped as he carried you and you let yourself be hold by him to your bed to lay your naked body on it.

You were hoping for the best, to finally be filled by him, even though you knew it was going to hurt because of his size, the feeling was hotly indescribable, it was what you wanted all along, to be fucked by him. The foreplay had been intense, your body was already tired but you thought you were ready for the last act. Chan positioned himself, stroking his erect cock and leaned down, his thumb wiping the rest of cum on your face, then sliding and inserting his finger into your mouth.

You needed him now. Your mind forgot about the existence of condoms in your drawer, you wanted Chan to fuck you at once. Chan smiled, his lips glistening for your orgasm.

He pulled his finger away from your mouth and sweetly took your lips, tasting a bit of the other and gradually raised the tone of the kiss until he left you breathless with your lips swollen, begging for more of the feel of his lips with yours.

“I'll make you mine, my cum in your mouth and everywhere. I'm going to fill your tight little pussy up, baby.”

Your body trembled in excitement, you couldn't resist it anymore, and you almost begged in supplication, following his game.

“Chan, please fuck me I want your cum inside me. I need your cum inside me so bad.”

He went back to playing with his thumb around your mouth.

“Look at you, baby girl, begging and saying please when I'm going to fuck you hard. Break you in two. I won't be gentle.”

He sentenced, fulfilling his words and ramming his cock violently into your pussy, opening wide your entrance and causing you to scream. Chan admired the bulge formed in your belly, running his thumb finely over your skin. He was deep inside you, ramming into your cervix, filling every space of your walls. You whimpered but his pumping sex had never felt better, pulsing, warm and wet, living the full experience of his veins being squeezed through your walls. Chan first used you, to you adjust to his size, taking you by the waist and using your body, manipulating it with ease and roughness sliding on his cock.

He admired his member being consumed by your entrance, your tightness choking him and his tip pounding to your limit.

“Cha-channie, please” you whimpered in pain and pleasure, still wanting to make a mess of his cock. “God, you feel so good.”

Sounds of your soaked pussy colliding with his dick began to make themselves present.

“So-fucking tight, baby girl, fuck, fuck.”

When Chan sensed that you were adjusting, which wasn't quite true, he began to move, ramming you bestially, moving his hips in a rhythm, bumping your skin, and releasing every frustration in you. You whimpered and embraced him as soon as he leaned into you, his skin rubbing and teasing your clit with each deep thrust. You dug your nails into his back and clamped your legs closely together to his body, once again apart from the sizzling pain in your pussy, the burning pain in your belly indicated another successful and intense orgasm with Chan appeared.

Chan cursed at the feel of it, the muscles of your spongy walls clenching him and your grip on him growing tight, your nails marking his pale skin and broad back, never ceasing to pound into you and babbling in the stars, close to your ear.

“Cha-chan, please, I'm gonna cum...”

“Do it, baby, fuck, cum.”

You arched your back in pain, rolled your eyes because he was hitting your sweet spot before climaxing, squealed getting restless, and collapsed under his body with every muscle in your vagina acting on his constantly moving cock. Chan moaned and did not stop thrusting you until he reached his orgasm. After short moments you again climaxed more gently, but intensely for him.

“Fuck-mmm, baby, fuck, I'm gonna fill you up. I'm gonna make you mine forever ahh-”

He grabbed your neck without choking you and cum intensely deep inside your core, leaving his member sensitive, satisfied, and used. Chan slid his cock out of you, leaving you with the sensation of a huge emptiness combined with the tingle of your muscles collapsing and his cum spurting out of your hole. He rested his cock on your belly, still climaxing loudly, rubbing his aching cock with his hand and leaving more cum on your skin. His orgasm was long and wonderful and managed to make him exhausted and shaken.

Chan dropped his body to the side of yours, seeking your closeness and comfort, hugging you and hiding his face in your chest.

“Holy shit, baby, that was amazing. Did you like it? I'm tired, but I can fuck you like that every fucking day.”

You were surprised that he was with his face tenderly hidden in your chest, hugging you, but you accepted it with a smile and started stroking his hair. Both of you breathing heavily.

“I loved it, Chan.”

“Me, too, sweetheart” he lifted his face to look at you, his tone was softer and his sweet gaze now reflected sweetness and almost seeking affection, you were impressed by the incredible change. “I hope I wasn't so hard on you, next time we can change, you can tell me anything...”

“I loved it” you interrupted him.

“Doesn't your cute ass hurt anymore?” he pouted adorably, his hands traveling to your butt to caress it.

You shook your head, laughing softly. He looked so tender as if he hadn't moved your guts less than five minutes ago. His eyes sparkled and he looked so soft with his curly hair falling down his forehead.

“Okay” he smiled, “I needed this. I needed you” he caressed your waist. “Can I ask you one thing now?”

Post sex was making you drowsy, you were tired and the warmth of Chan's body felt so good.

“Mmm?” you hummed.

“Let's go out... on dates, let me get to know you more and more. I want to make you my girlfriend, y/n. I want to be your boyfriend” Chan spoke, sweet and needy.

Sleepiness left your body and your heart raced as it was everything you had dreamed of all along... you finally knew he meant it. You looked at him, blinking softly.

“And I want to be your girlfriend, Chan.”

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𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚! - stepdad!bang chan x fem!reader

wc: 10.2k

cw: chan is your mother's boyfriend and you want to fuck him, chan is 30 and reader is described to be younger & in college, lix is a menace, changbin is a moral compass, you do not care about morals, SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: you're home for the holidays, and your mother - who you can't stand - has a new, young, hot boyfriend. it's such a good idea trying to seduce him.. right?

a/n: it's so here <3 my first commission! i hope u all love it <3 smut warnings under the cut ofc. i also tried a new format with this fic so pls let me know what u think?!?

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sw: dirty talk, breeding kink, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampies, degradation, cumplay if u squint?, humiliation if u squint?, anal fingering (f rec), oral (f rec), edging maybe briefly, sex with feelings

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You hated going home for the holidays.

You were a rich kid, to put it simply. Your mother loved to leech off the men that she was with, marrying them quickly and trying to suck as much money as she could out of them in gifts and straight up cash before they eventually clued on and left her. It had been why your father had left when you were a mere infant, but you’d always lived in luxury due to the incessant payments that he was forced to give. You’d never met him, but there was a plus side - he was paying your college tuition, where you met your best friends.

Perhaps if you thought about it a bit more you’d realise that the only reason you went to college was to get away from your mother. She pissed you off, sauntering around the house in silk kimonos with a maid trailing behind her, pausing to look in mirrors so that she could choose where her next round of botox would hit. She frustrated you beyond belief, but you still had to go home for Christmas. Annoyingly early, too, because she had a surprise for you.

Okay, well, it wasn’t a surprise. She’d FaceTimed you a week earlier, an irritatingly wrinkle-free face popping up on the screen as she sipped mulled wine and revelled in your absence. She had a new boyfriend, she said. You’d love him, she said. Your opinion matters most to me, she said. The last one you knew to be a lie. God, you hated her.

Still, you lugged your suitcase through the front door and huffed, booting the side with your foot to try and shake some of the snow off. No surprise, she hadn’t helped you in from your taxi. She hadn’t even come to get you from the airport a mere twenty minute drive away. You dropped the suitcase on the floor, giving it another kick just for good measure, and then you were trudging into the kitchen. You’d heard voices from there, so it had to be them.

“Oh, honey!” Your mother chirped upon seeing you. You couldn’t see the face of the man washing dishes behind her, his white shirt sleeves rolled up and back facing you. You didn’t care anyway. “You made it home safe, then.”

“Yeah. The taxi driver was super nice and let me call him mum,” You quipped. She furrowed her eyebrows, lips pursed.

“Okay, you’re being weird already,” She mumbled, and then shook her head, shrugging it off. She walked to the man by the sink, spinning him around by his slender waist to display him to you. “This is Chan!”

You felt silly, stood in the kitchen doorway in oversized clothes and covered in ivory snow. The man’s eyes found you, shocked by your mother’s harsh manoeuvring, and he blinked with surprise at your figure. You blinked with surprise, too.

Chan was hot. Incredibly so, actually, and he looked young. Younger than your mother, with a big nose you wanted to ride and plush lips parting as he raised one hand to wave at you, still wet with soapy dishwasher. You wanted to lick him clean. The white shirt he wore stretched across broad shoulders, and the sleeves were fit to burst around incredibly toned biceps. You allowed your gaze to wander down, eyes focusing on the thick thighs in the black dress trousers he wore.

There was no way this was real. “Okay,” You burst out laughing, eyes darting between Chan and your mother. “And, who is Chan? A friend? A colleague? He’s not your boyfriend.”

Chan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “No, I am. I’m your mother’s boyfriend, sweetheart.”

His voice was deep - too deep, deep enough to haunt your dreams and those late night sessions you had in your bed with your trusty vibrator. This was going to be trouble. You were going to be trouble.

“You’re shitting me,” You couldn’t get the amused smile off of your face. No fucking way. Your mother hadn’t bagged that. “You’re fucking with me. You have to be. Mum, he’s closer to my age than he is to yours.”

“I’m thirty, actually,” He mumbled, looking sheepish. Your mother stared at you in shock, jaw dropped at your brazenness.

“I rest my case,” You concluded, nodding decisively. When the two of them just continued to stare, you bristled slightly, starting to hop from one foot to the other. Awkward. “You… are you actually together?”

“Yes, honey,” Your mother confirmed, still looking shocked. You scoffed.

“Okay, I really need to go, actually,” You gushed, turning around to leave the kitchen. “I’m- I’m going to my room. Really nice to meet you, Chan, really.”

Shooting upstairs, you completely ignored your suitcase still leaking snow all over the hardwood floors and darted into your bedroom. It still looked exactly how you’d left it, band posters all over the walls and teddies littering the end of your bed. You threw yourself on top of the mattress, fingers yanking your phone out of your pocket and clicking the button on the most recent group call on FaceTime. Immediately, your college best friends picked up.

“There’s already a problem?” Felix scrunched his nose up, face way too close to the camera. Changbin was on the other side, face looking confused in the little square designated to him on your phone screen.

“I just met my mother’s boyfriend.”

“Oh, right, how did that go?” Changbin questioned, tilting his head to the side. You caught sight of your face in your own little square, flushed and appalled.

“He is thirty years of age, Changbin,” You began. Felix gasped, tiny hand moving to cover his mouth. “He is thirty years of age, and he is really fucking hot.”

“Oh my god,” Felix mumbled, muffled behind his hand. “Oh my god, you have to fuck him.”

Changbin choked on air. “She has to- No, Felix, no!”

“No, I can’t do that. It would be fucked up,” You mused. Or.. “Wait, would it even be that fucked up? He is closer to my age. I hate my mother.”

Felix’s hand fell, and he giggled before speaking in his trademark goblin voice - “Fuck him.”

“Don’t!” Changbin shrieked, his phone shaking in his hand. “I really think this is a bad idea.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Felix grinned, looking smug. “I’d do it.”

“There’s not a lot you wouldn’t do,” Changbin retorted. Felix stuck his tongue out at him. You, however, were silent, musing on the situation and staring at your wall. Could you do it? Changbin noticed, sighing. “Baby, please no.”

You licked your lips, nodding. You could do it. You wanted to do it - needed it, even. Those biceps were going to plague your life forever otherwise. “Operation fuck my mother’s boyfriend is a go.”

Felix screamed in delight. Changbin ended the call.

SATURDAY

It was time. Your mother was out at brunch with some friends, and you had plans to invade Chan’s personal space because you had a feeling he’d be too polite to tell you otherwise. You knew he’d set up the spare room as his own home studio, because your mother had delighted in telling you how Chan was a super successful music producer and was often tinkering away in there these days. You were going to let yourself in, try to get to know him a bit.

The knock you landed on the door was anything but subtle. Your fist rapped on the door and you heard a little hum in response, so you swung open the door, eyes landing on Chan hunched over his desk. He looked even younger like this, beanie pulled down over dark curls and headphones positioned on his head. He continued to stare at the file on his computer, head bobbing absentmindedly, so you strode up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He spun around on his computer chair, blinking confusedly at you. “Oh, hello.”

“Hi,” You beamed. “Sorry about last night. I was rude. I was feeling kinda weird, y’know, with the travelling.”

“No, I completely get it,” Chan put his hands up as if to diffuse the atmosphere. You nodded, still smiling. Chan stared at you when you didn’t respond instantly, and you crossed your hands behind your back, pressing against the plaid pattern of the dress you’d chosen for today. It was all part of the plan - the tight, short dress was perfect for seduction. He looked down at your chest, before clearing his throat, reverting his gaze to your eyes. “Um… did you need something, by the way?”

You gasped, as if remembering. “Oh, yeah! I did. My mother told me you were a music producer, and I was really curious. I was wondering if you’d show me some stuff…?”

It was Chan’s turn to smile, nodding excitedly. “Of course. Here, put these on.”

He linked two fingers around his headphones and handed them to you, to which you obediently put them over your ears. He was quieter now, but you could still slightly hear him mumbling as he found a spare chair for you to sit on. Your eyes scanned the files, eventually fixating on a file titled Drive. That one had to be dirty.

“Okay, so. I have this one, it’s my most recent one, and-”

“I want to listen to that one,” You cut him off, pointing at the song. When you turned to look at him, he was biting his lip nervously, pink tinting the ends of his ears and his cheeks. “What is it, Chan?”

“You- that one is a little, uh… heh. A little inappropriate.”

Unsurprisingly, you darted over his desk to grab the computer mouse and double click on the file. Chan squealed, but you ignored him, listening to the song. You were right. It was dirty, the two singers crooning about something that was a thinly-veiled innuendo about driving. It took you a second and then you clicked. One of them was Chan. This was Chan singing, on a song about sex. God, could he get any hotter?

You slid one of the ear cups off of your ear, turning to Chan with a shit eating grin. “This is you singing? You’re really good, Chan.” You weren’t lying. He was really good, and it had you wondering why he was a producer and not singing.

“Yeah, well, it was just an experimental track. Me and my mate were just messing around,” Chan mumbled shyly, hand scratching the back of his neck. You tried to avoid staring at the way his biceps tensed in his tight t-shirt at the movement. He was still blushing, but you had to kick it up a notch.

“It is kinda inappropriate, though, isn’t it?” You chirped excitedly. Chan’s lips parted, as if he was looking for something to say. His eyes stared into your own, piercing and dark and all-consuming. “I think you’re a little dirty, Channie.”

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed at your use of the nickname. “That’s- you can’t say that. That’s inappropriate.”

“What?” You feigned shock-horror. Play dumb. “I can’t call you Channie? Why not?”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Chan groaned, pointing an accusing finger at you. You giggled anyway, jumping up and slipping the headphones back onto his head. You made sure to trail your fingertips down his neck after doing so. He shivered noticeably. You smiled.

“That was super good, Channie, thank you.”

You didn’t miss his groan of disbelief as you bounded out of the room. You had him, and it was easier than you’d expected it to be.

SUNDAY

Something was happening. You weren’t sure what, just yet, but something was happening. Chan was acting a little weird after what happened the day before, and you’d already caught Felix and Changbin up on the nonsense plan you had.

“I think you need to accept that this is just down to you having a fat crush on him and severe daddy issues,” Changbin mused, and you gasped. He was right though. This wasn’t completely about getting back at your mother in a sick, twisted way. You wanted him.

Phase two of your plan was underway as soon as you caught sight of him on the sofa. He was watching some cheesy Christmas movie, your mother tinkering away in the kitchen - when had she ever cooked? - so it was prime seducing time. He had one of the thick throw blankets over his lap, fingers playing with the fluffy fabric absentmindedly. You hopped into the living room in your short pyjamas, frowning at Chan when you felt the goosebumps on your legs.

“Whatcha watching?” You asked, making him jump when he realised your presence. He smiled nonetheless, motioning to the seat next to him, and you took it. You perched and ensured that you left no room between you both.

“Some cheesy film. The woman’s marrying a prince, I think.”

“Sounds awful. I can’t wait to watch it,” You smiled, and Chan chuckled, relaxing on the sofa. You managed to make it five whole minutes before you were rubbing your hands up your legs, trying to create a semblance of warmth.

Chan turned to you, frowning. “Are you cold, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” You whined, pulling your legs up into your chest. “‘S cold in here, right?”

“C’mere,” He mumbled, reaching for the end of the blanket and throwing it over your lap. You hummed contentedly, inching a little closer under the guise of the cold weather. The blanket was warm. You were kind of jealous he’d been in such comfort this whole time while you’d been thinking of ways to get his cock inside your mouth.

“Thanks, Channie,” Chan only nodded, continuing to watch the film. You had a feeling he was pretending to be so focused on it, given you weren’t sure he even knew the plot before your arrival.

You squirmed on your seat, thrashing each way until you found yourself comfortable, hand splayed over Chan’s knee. He tensed under your touch.

“You’re touching me, sweetheart,” He warned, his voice low and deep. You shivered, turning to him.

“Am I?”

“You are. You’re touching my leg underneath the blanket, aren’t you?”

You hummed. “Is that okay, Chan?”

Chan turned to you, his eyes not even holding any sign of shock. He knew what game you were playing, you realised, and maybe he was playing along. He licked his lips, head back against the sofa, and then he shrugged dismissively.

“It doesn’t bother me.”

You left your hand there for the whole film.

MONDAY

The showers at home were something you’d missed. The ones in college didn’t quite cut it - not even now that you lived with Changbin and Felix in your own student home. All three of you were young adults, after all, and that came with you being a little too messy.

At home, you didn’t have to worry about mess. Your mother had cleaners employed with your dad’s money anyway. Admittedly, you realised you were being a little spoiled, so you’d learned to clean up after yourself. The showers were still better, though. Bigger, and the water pressure hit you just right.

Especially when you detached the shower head and pressed it to your clit. You felt pathetic. You’d only tried to seduce Chan for two fucking days, and there you were, legs shaking at the thought of him. Maybe it was the chase that got you feeling hot, or maybe it was the fact that you might actually be getting somewhere - you might actually be getting close to fucking him, muscles bulging as he ploughed into you.

It had you pressing the shower head harder, your spare hand coming up to pinch your nipple. You whined, bucking your hips into the water stream. The steam was all over the bathroom by now, staining the shower with condensation and making your skin feel pruned and flushed. Or did you feel flushed from the thoughts of Chan? Maybe he’d fuck you the way you liked. He must have experience, you assumed, being a few years older than you. You thought about how he’d make you feel, how he’d touch you, and how you’d feel in his arms. You thought about how you’d feel when you came, and what it would be like to be with him. You wanted to feel him so badly.

Was he as big down there as he was everywhere else? Sure, he’s not too tall, but he’s every part a man. That much was clear. Would he bend you in half, pushing you into a mating press and fuck you raw the way you liked, cumming inside and letting you call him daddy and-

You wailed, legs trembling with one last buckle before you were cumming. You felt wet, too wet even just from the shower, and you belatedly realised you’d have to wash again. Ugh. This plan needed to end, like… yesterday.

Coming out of the shower freshly washed, you wrapped a towel around your figure and checked the time on your phone. Your thumb slipped around the screen from the condensation in the bathroom, but the plan was going well. If you left the bathroom now, then hopefully Chan would be heading to bed, and he’d catch you in your towel. Ideally, he’d be so hot for you that he’d just have to have you, and then you could get the thoughts of him out of your head.

You burst out of the room in a flurry of steam and movement, almost tripping over your own feet when you noticed that it had actually fucking worked. Chan stood stock still at the other end of the hallway, his eyes fixated on the way the towel wrapped tightly around your chest, at risk of falling. You smiled, waving innocently, and he stalked towards you. He was seeing red. You could tell from the way he cornered you, crowding around you with the small advantage he had on your height.

“You need to stop this,” He mumbled, eyes looking at your mother’s bedroom door. He was playing a dangerous game. You were, too, and you both knew it. “I’m dating your mother. You need to stop this, sweetheart.”

“Stop what?” You tilted your head, acting confused. “I just had a shower.”

Chan scoffed, shaking his head. “I fucking heard you in there.”

Oh. You couldn’t hide your smirk that time. “Yeah, I missed that shower head. Why were you perving on me, Chan?”

Chan rubbed his temples. He wasn’t wearing a beanie today, only a hoodie and baggy joggers. You liked it. You could see his hair like this, dark and curly and frizzy on his head. He looked cute. Wait, what?

He took a deep breath. His eyes moved to fixate on you, tongue running over his teeth. “Why would I be perving on you?”

“Oh, don’t lie,” You crossed your arms over your chest. Chan’s eyes moved down to stare at where your tits bulged over the towel. “I bet you stood there for ages, cock hard in your cute joggers, listening to me moan in the shower. That’s a little fucked up, no? Thinking about your girlfriend’s daughter like that-”

You were cut off by him pushing you to the wall, lips slamming into yours. He bit into your mouth instantly, letting out a deep groan and hands moving to grab your ass through the towel. You let your lips part in a whimper, pushing your tongue into his mouth and running your hands through his hair. It was a filthy exchange of tongue and teeth, and by the end of it, you were gasping, grabbing him by the waist and trying to pull him closer. You pulled away, breathing heavily and your eyes still locked on each other. You both stood there, not speaking, as you both processed what you had just done. You both knew it was wrong, but you wanted it so bad.

Chan stepped back, breathing out a heavy sigh. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

You watched in shock as he turned around, walking into your mother’s bedroom and leaving you there. You were wet again. This was getting ridiculous now.

In your room, Felix screamed so loud you had to turn the volume down on your phone. Changbin choked on air again.

TUESDAY

You hadn’t seen Chan all day. You presumed he was in his studio, working away on another track while your mother was in work. You were bored. Felix had been spending time with his family, and Changbin was out doing rich kid things that you could sympathise with. Thrashing around on your bed, annoyed and huffing, you decided you were just going to go and annoy Chan. It was your newly favourite pastime to get under his skin.

Stalking down the stairs to his studio, you paused when you heard a voice. Not just one voice, two voices. Was your mother there? No, no way. She never goes into that room, it’s his work room. You’d been in there though. You tried to suppress a grin at that realisation.

The other voice was a man’s. Chan had a call on speakerphone, judging by the tinny effect covering the unknown male’s voice and Chan humming every so often. Who was the other man? A colleague, or just a friend?

“It’s fucking ridiculous, mate,” Chan groaned. You could barely hear him, and you held your breath, coming closer to the closed door. “I want her so bad, and it’s so wrong. I- I kissed her last night, Minho.”

There were a few yells from the other end of the phone. “You kissed her?! Chan, you fucking animal. You want her so bad, just fuck her. She’s clearly hoping that’s the outcome here.”

You grinned. You were.

“She’s- it’s outrageous. She walks around in practically nothing, and she’s got such a tight fucking body, man. She makes my dick so fucking hard, I’ve never felt anything like it before. Even when I met her, in the kitchen, she was-”

Chan cut himself off with a sigh. ‘Minho’ hummed, waiting for him to continue.

“She’s so bratty. She’s exactly the type of girl I would’ve gone for, before I met her mother.”

“Seriously?” Minho questioned, and Chan agreed. “You have to do it.”

“Minho-”

“No, Chan. I’m serious,” Minho’s voice was firm. “If she’s fucking you up this bad, you can’t have liked her mother that much, yeah? Just do it. You know it’s going to happen anyway.”

“It’s-” Chan began. You could imagine him rubbing his temples in distress behind the door. “She’s younger than me. I don’t want her to feel as though I’m taking advantage, y’know? The ball’s in her court.”

The ball has always been in your court.

“It sounds like she wants you to take advantage, to be honest,” Minho erupted in a fit of giggles, and you found yourself almost laughing along. Minho was annoyingly right. You only hoped he could get rid of that stick up Chan’s ass and get you a good dicking down.

It meant it was time for the next phase of your plan. You assumed Chan had wanted you, embarrassingly so, but you weren’t quite sure until he’d kissed you the day before. After hearing this conversation? Well, you had to do it.

You returned to your room, scribbling a quick note on a piece of paper. If Chan found this, which he would, it meant that he’d come to your room tomorrow night and you could maybe talk about what the fuck was going on. The sexual tension was too much for you, and now you knew he felt the same. Why were you beating around the bush? You had to make something out of this.

You ignored the stuttering of breath you heard when you slid the note under his door, and returned back to your room with a cocky grin.

WEDNESDAY

Chan hadn’t mentioned the note. You didn’t think he would, but you felt disappointed nonetheless. You’d woken up in the morning, eaten breakfast with him and your mother - cringing when he kissed her on the cheek when she left for work - and you’d even done the dishes yourself, letting him slip off to do some work in the studio. It was prime time for him to mention what you’d written, and he hadn’t. It was pissing you off.

Still, good things come to those who wait. You were confident. Felix had been egging you on all day over text, Changbin had been sending random upset emojis. It was perfect.

Settling on your sheets at night, you felt a little pathetic. You’d lit a few candles, left the curtains just right on the window so that the moonlight billowed in, and Chan hadn’t arrived. Maybe he hadn’t received your note. No, there was no way - you practically heard his response through the door when he saw it slid under. He got the note. Perhaps you’d made him uncomfortable, made him withdraw from you despite all the progress you’d made. Why had you put in so much effort? You didn’t like him, not like that. Or did you? You felt ridiculous, almost like a child waiting for-

A knock on the door brought you out of your self-loathing thoughts, and you jumped up, swinging the bedroom door open. Chan immediately crowded inside of your bedroom, pressing the door shut softly. You stood there in silence, taking him in. He looked cosy, in a baggy hoodie and plaid pyjama bottoms. It was hard to believe he was dating your mother, especially when he looked so vulnerable like this - dark, curly hair still slightly wet from his shower, and his eyes blown wide with an unreadable emotion while he looked at you.

Chan sighed. “You’re really playing with fire. Do you know how this could look, me coming into your room at night? Do you know how wrong this is?”

You faltered. For the first time since meeting Chan, you felt as though he was angry at you. “I- I heard you on the phone, Channie. I thought you wanted me too.”

You watched in awe as Chan crossed your bedroom, groaning and throwing himself onto the bed. He was hard, erect in his bottoms. You blinked confusedly. He was hard just from being in here?

“I do want you,” Chan said, but it was muffled, hidden behind his hands that he had placed over his face in distress. He let them fall to his sides, staring up at the ceiling. “I want you so bad that it’s pissing me off beyond belief. I know what you’ve been doing too, trying to seduce me. It’s so pathetic it makes me feel hot, y’know?”

You giggled, following his journey across the room and settling next to him on the bed. You sat cross legged, comfortable in your long pyjamas. The candlelight flickered, casting a glow over his face, and he turned to look at you. He licked his lips, and then he let out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“This is ridiculous-”

“It’s ridiculous that you haven’t fucked me yet,” You responded, quick as a flash. Chan leaned up on his forearms, raising an eyebrow at you. Now was the time. You had to say it. “You know how bad I want you. I touched you up on the sofa, and you let me. You wanted me to, I think. Correct me if I’m wrong, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but-”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, and you’re not wrong,” Chan admitted. You could see the blush on his cheeks despite the dimly lit room. He took a deep breath before continuing. “I want you, too.”

Chan shot across the bed, leaning in and kissing you deeply, his hands tangling in your hair. It made you wet beyond belief that he just felt like he knew what he was doing, hands travelling down to your waist to softly press you into the sheets. His tongue swept into your mouth, pressing against yours and you whimpered, making him groan into the kiss. When his hands went up to your hair, he intertwined his fingers in the strands and pulled, making you gasp and let out a heady, hot breath. He pulled away, lips parted when he stared at you.

“You are such a horny little thing, it’s so hot,” He mumbled, lips pressing to your neck. He bit your skin sharply, making you keen and spread your legs, allowing him to position his hips between your thighs. The movement pressed his bulge into your core, and you tried not to shift and move your hips in a rhythm of pleasure. His fingers traced over your skin, and he chuckled, a low, sexy sound that made your heart race. He pulled back, leaning back on his legs and staring at you, eyes blown wide with lust. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

You paused. “What?”

“I want to know what you like. Show me how you make yourself cum, and I’ll fuck you tomorrow night. How’s that sound?” He was propositioning you, teasing you, and you were falling for it - hook, line and sinker.

You gave him a nod. Right. Touching yourself for him - that was something you could do. This was just another Wednesday for you, you loved putting on a show, especially for a man who was rock hard and obviously desperate for you. But with Chan… why did you feel so fucking nervous all of a sudden? You'd spent your whole day waiting to fuck him, and he’d taken back the power, thrown a wrench into your plans.

You leaned back on your bed. How did you sit sexily? You were stuck in your own head.

Chan moved backwards, hand moving over his clothed erection. He’d spread his legs, thick thighs parted for you to see the promising bulge between them. "Pretend I'm not even here, sweetheart," he said, eyes blown wide with lust. You almost rolled your eyes. Easier said than done, when he was sitting there with his dark curls and his thick, kissable lips and his impossibly huge bulge. “Touch yourself like you’ve done before. Show me how you make yourself cum, and I’ll fuck you tomorrow, I promise.”

Fuck it. You'd never let an attractive man break you down yet, and that wasn't going to change. You nodded timidly, hands moving to grip your breasts through your shirt. It made you sigh, and Chan responded with a noise of his own when you impatiently rucked the fabric up to above your chest. Sucking two fingers into your mouth, you whined when you traced the wet digits around your pebbled peak teasingly.

“Ah, ‘s- I’m sensitive there, Channie,” You mumbled, and he nodded as if he was making a note for it for later. You trailed your fingertips across your nipples, pinching and twisting them almost painfully just to make your hips cant up into thin air. You were too impatient to do this how you normally would, so you scratched your fingernails down your tummy and shoved a hand in your pyjama bottoms. You were met with slick, wet folds, fingers sliding around in the mess you made.

“Show me,” Chan said, eyes trained on where your hand disappeared beneath the fabric. “Show me that pussy. You’re meant to be showing me everything, remember?”

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” You huffed, and Chan shook his head in disbelief, grinning. You were shocked to see he actually listened, though, pushing his joggers down to his thighs and letting his erection spring out. It was impossibly hard, pearlescent drops accumulating on his cockhead and you licked your lips subconsciously. “I wanna-”

“No,” Chan cut you off, hand moving to wrap around his cock in a tight fist. He was long, thick and heavy between his thighs and you felt your pussy clench sadly around nothing. “Show me your pussy. I’m not asking again, let me take a look at it.”

You whined, pushing your pyjama bottoms down to reveal your slick core. Your clit was swollen, throbbing with need just from a few kisses and Chan’s general presence, and you could feel a rivulet of wetness sliding down between your lips. Chan groaned in approval, hand quickening on his cock just slightly.

“Spread it, show me your hole,” Chan said, and you moved your thighs further apart for him. Reaching down with two fingers, you moved them into a v-shape and spread your folds for him. Your hole quivered under the inspection, leaking more wetness and Chan’s eyes were hyper fixated on it. “Oh, baby. That looks tight. Has no one ever fucked that little pussy right, huh? Tell me.”

“N-No,” You shook your head, thighs quivering when you finally let two fingers rub over your clit. You started with a blistering pace immediately, making your toes curl into the sheets and your back arch upwards. “No, I- it’s only boys from college, I don’t-”

“Ah, I see. You need someone older, yeah? More experienced?” Chan questioned, his breath coming out heavy with every tightly fisted movement on his cock. You whined, nodding, and then you were breaching your hole with two fingers immediately. The stretch made you groan, head falling back against the pillow. “Is that why you tried to seduce me, yeah? Wanted to have my cock stretching you out just right, wanted to call me daddy while I made you cry?”

God, he’d got it. He was right on the mark. “Yes, y-yes, I- I wanted to, oh, I wanted to call you daddy, and- and feel you inside me, and oh, Channie, please-” You cut yourself off with a moan, perhaps too loud as you curled your fingertips up against your g-spot. Chan threw his head back, letting out a grunt as he pinched his cockhead almost painfully.

“Say it then, baby. What’s stopping you?” He polished the head of his cock, moaning before he took it into his tight grip again. His precum served as lubrication, his hand now making wet slick sounds on his thick length. You gasped when he moved his free hand to his balls, rubbing calloused fingertips over them and letting out his own gasp. “Beg me for my cock. I know you want it, look at you. Fuckin’ desperate, yeah? Beg daddy for his big cock.”

“Oh, daddy,” You whined, moving your free hand to rub over your clit. Everything was so wet, sliding around your pussy and you were honestly surprised you could feel anything - but it felt so fucking good, having him watch you like this, learning what you liked so he could replicate it. “Fuckin’- daddy, daddy, please, can I have it? Been good, doin’ what you asked, I- hnnng, daddy, oh my god-”

“No,” He smiled, a cocky grin while he rubbed one hand over his cock and the other over his heavy balls. “No, baby. Not tonight. Make yourself cum tonight, and daddy will help you tomorrow.”

“I- need more, need more, I-'' Chan surged over the bed, leaning over your figure to press his lips against yours. His tongue dominated your mouth again, and you could feel his closed fist hitting your stomach as he worked himself to his orgasm. The sensation had you whining against his plush lips, fingers thrusting quicker into your pussy and your other hand sliding around your clit messily. When he pulled away, lips digging into your bottom lip teasingly, his lips were quick to move to your neck to suck some dark purple marks into the skin. You felt yourself trembling, your body tense as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Your fingers stroked your walls faster, pussy fluttering around your digits in delight, and your mouth opened in a gasp as you felt your body tense and tremble with pleasure. “I’m g’na- g’na cum, gonna cum, please, can I? Can I, daddy? Can I cum for you, please?”

“Yeah, baby,” He huffed, eyes rolling back into his head. He was practically drooling onto your skin, lips parted against your neck as you whined and thrashed on your bedsheets. “Cum for me. Been good for daddy, haven’t you? You can cum, baby, c’mon. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.”

You fell apart around your own fingers, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. Your thighs tensed with your orgasm, your pussy clenching down impossibly tighter around your hand and flooding down to your knuckles with your cum. You begged and pleaded, your voice a barely audible babble as your body shook with the sensation.

Finally, when you’d just felt like you were coming down, Chan pulled your wrist away from your pussy. The movement left you empty, your walls still clenching down except now it was around nothing, and you whined, bottom lip quivering in need.

“Hands off,” He sighed, hand slowing down on his cock. He was trying to last longer for something - you weren’t sure what, but you let your other hand drop from your clit obediently. “Daddy’s gonna cum on this wet little hole, baby, okay? You gonna let me cum here, mark you as mine?”

“Yes,” You moaned, nodding. You couldn’t think of anything better, actually. “‘M yours, I’m yours, daddy, gimme.”

“Dirty thing, perfect little girl,” He grunted, and then he was positioning his cockhead at your hole. With a few more movements, increasing in speed, you watched as his face screwed up in pleasure. His hips bucked, and with a final thrust, he came. You felt his cum drip down your hole as he groaned through his orgasm, thick white cum plastering your pussy. It was definitely the sexiest thing you’d experienced, but you still felt a little disappointed - why couldn’t he have just done it inside you?

“Wan’it,” You whined, pulling your legs back. Chan chuckled upon seeing the pout on your lips. “Why couldn’t you- in me, wanted it in me, daddy.”

“Greedy bitch,” He mused, and then he was delving down to your core. Your mind went blank when his tongue licked fat stripes up your folds, collecting all of his cum and your wetness in his mouth. You briefly thought you could cum from this, very quickly judging by the way he knew what he was doing, but he simply leaned over you and grabbed your jaw.

Oh. You let your lips part, tongue lolling out of your mouth obediently, and he spat the mixture of your cum into your mouth. You felt him lick into your mouth again, groaning at the taste of your pussy and his load. He smiled against your lips and pulled away, your eyes wide as you tried to process what had just happened.

Chan’s lips curved in satisfaction at your state, your chest still heaving with a blotchy rash that bore the truth of what you’d been up to. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, and then he was standing up and leaving the room, bottoms barely pulled over his hips. You laid there, feeling an intense mix of pleasure and confusion.

What the fuck just happened?

THURSDAY

You hadn’t even processed what had happened last night. In all honesty, you’d run out of the house in the morning under the premise of a coffee date with friends you didn’t even have. You just sat in the cafe on call with Changbin and Felix and screamed way too loudly for a public area. The whole cafe knew of your predicament by the end of it.

Upon your return home, you’d beelined to your room and kicked the door shut as quietly as you could. Unfortunately, your foot slipped on the floor and you’d ended up face down with a groan.

Turning over onto your back, you huffed at the offending item that had caused your decline to the ground. A piece of paper met your eyes, neatly folded and written on with what looked like black Sharpie when you’d finally unravelled it.

Three words. Three words that changed your life and let you know that what occurred the night before had really happened. No, not ‘I love you’ - it was simple, a scrawled ‘your room, tonight’. It did happen. You touched yourself in front of Chan, and he was planning on coming back to your room to continue what you’d discussed.

You wanted to squeal and kick your feet, but beneath it all, you felt panicked. This plan had gone too far, and you’d perhaps started to think about spending time with your mother’s boyfriend - actual time, not just sexually charged meetings. It hurt a little bit, a pang in your chest when you remembered that what was happening really was just sexual. Your little arrangement being anything else just wasn’t fathomable.

Chan was interesting. He was a fucking music producer, for god’s sake. That was just straight up cool. That, and he was older than you - you did have raging daddy issues like your friends had said, after all. His friend had sounded funny on the phone, which meant he had to be funny, too.

All things serious, you didn’t really know much about him, but you wanted to know. Felix had encouraged you to find out, and you felt like you owed it to him - or yourself, you weren’t sure.

The knock on your door once the evening fell brought you out of your reverie. Chan didn’t wait for a response, swinging your bedroom door open and walking straight in as if he owned the house. You huffed at his demeanour, yet your eyes were still fixated on the way he walked over to your bed with intent. You threw your phone to the side. Felix would have to wait for your half-typed text message.

“Back again so soon?” You quipped, and he raised an eyebrow. He was only in grey joggers, the thin material highlighting his thick dick imprint between his legs. The fabric hung low, showing off the body that you knew he worked so hard for. His chest was honey toned, yet covered in light, sparse freckles - you wanted to make yourself acquainted with every single one. You felt a little overdressed in just an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

Seeing the frustrated expression on your face, Chan’s own face fell. “Do you not want me here?” He said, voice no more than a whisper. “I can go, if you don’t want to see me tonight. I just thought-”

“I do,” You nodded, finally raising yourself from your position lying down to sitting up cross legged. Chan laid on the bed in front of you, one arm propping his head up. He gazed at you for a few moments, and you could see the relief in his eyes at your words. “I do want to see you tonight. I want to see you like… a lot. Don’t you think it’s weird though? I’m your girlfriend’s daughter, Chan, and we’ve kissed and- and done other stuff, and-”

He scooted over so that he was next to you, and you leaned into him subconsciously. He pulled you in with his arm around your shoulders, broad and muscled. You felt content, comfortable and most of all safe. It was a feeling you’d never felt before.

“I don’t think it’s weird,” Chan hummed, his chest vibrating beneath where you’d landed when he pulled you in. He chuckled, then, his hand moving to your hair comfortingly. “Okay, maybe it is a little weird. I’m just very interested in you. I know you heard me on the phone to Minho, and yes, you are my type - I want to know more about you. Like, even beneath the sexually charged tension, heh.”

Oh. You licked your lips, eyes fixated on a random spot in your wall. “You do?”

He nodded. “I do.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You raised your head, surging over Chan’s body to press a kiss to his lips. His hair was soft when you ran your hands through it, despite random curls getting caught in your nails and causing him to groan at the pain flooding through his scalp. His hands went to your waist, licking into your mouth while he effortlessly pulled you on top of him. The show of strength had you whimpering into the kiss, hands moving down to his jaw. It clenched and unclenched while he had full control over your mouth despite you being on top.

You pulled away with a wet sigh, moving downwards to kiss at his neck. He groaned underneath his breath at the sensation of your lips on his skin. Your bed squeaked awkwardly as you moved down it, too quick for the old springs to handle. It felt naughty, kissing him like this in your childhood room - it felt even dirtier than the night before had, and you hadn’t done anything yet.

“I need you, Chan,” You whispered, nipping at his collarbone. “Need you. Please.”

He gasped as he felt your tongue trace the outline of his collarbone. He flung one bicep over his dark eyes with a deep sigh, allowing you to kiss and bite all over his skin. He looked like he was trying to control himself. You didn’t want him to.

Your hips started to grind against him, and you placed your palms flat on his chest. Both of Chan’s hands moved back to your hips with a surprised noise, but he didn’t stop you. His dick was hardening in his joggers, and it was providing the best clothed friction to your aching, needy clit below your pyjama shorts. You saw how big it was before, yet the length of it still shocked you when you slid your clothed core up and down the shaft.

“Daddy,” You whined, hips starting to buck frantically. You were sure that you had never felt this needy in your life. “Daddy, daddy, I want you so bad. You turn me on so bad, make me feel so hot, please-”

“Baby,” Chan groaned, his head falling back against your pillows. The soft pink bed sheets juxtaposed completely with what you were doing, and juxtaposed completely with him - Chan, the muscled man with dark hair who wore black and grey clothes constantly. It was as if he was corrupting you, and he was in a sense, being so much older. “Baby, c’mere, come and lay on the bed. Let daddy eat you out, yeah?”

“No,” You shook your head, hips still moving on his erection. Chan’s chest had started to accumulate a thin layer of dewy sweat, slick on his skin and making you want to lick it off. “I want your cock. I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna wait, please, just put it in, I’m wet enough, I promise.”

He knew you were babbling, incoherent in your haze of lust, but he still entertained you enough anyway. You spread your legs wider when his hand met your thigh, and then he was pushing two fingers beneath your shorts. He was met with your slick folds, and you gasped at feeling the touch of his fingertips, calloused from years of working with music.

“Oh, fucking hell. Dirty girl, dirty fuckin’ girl,” Chan moaned, his eyes almost rolling back into his head. “This pussy’s so fuckin’ wet, baby. All we did was kiss. Are you that much of a slut for me? Are you that much of a slut for your mother’s boyfriend? That’s filthy.”

“Yes!” You wailed, nodding. You reached down, canting your hips backwards a little bit so you could spread your thighs wider before hooking your fingers in your shorts and pulling them to the side. The movement revealed your pussy, clit swollen at the top of soaking wet folds, covering your drippy hole. “I wan’it so bad, so bad, so bad, please, please. Just push it in, make it hurt, I don’t care-”

Chan shoved the fingers of his spare hand between your parted lips, effectively shutting you up. “Shut up. You’ve got to prove to me you deserve it, baby.”

With those words, he was pushing a finger past your entrance. It breached your hole easily, the digit sliding through your wetness and curving up past your g-spot. Chan shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and shock, and then he was pulling his finger out. With a quick movement, he’d yanked his joggers down and let his cock spring out. The coarse hair was trimmed above his long, thick shaft and you couldn’t help but imagine the type of friction that would give your clit - you couldn’t wait.

“You were right. That slutty pussy is wet enough,” He mused, pulling your hips over his bare cock. Your pyjama shorts were slightly in the way, and you pulled them aside even more, letting your folds leave wetness over his shaft. “Lower yourself on it. Stretch yourself out. Slowly.”

You did as he asked, lowering your body onto his length. You felt the stretch immediately. You moaned, loud and ringing off of your walls. You didn’t give a shit if your mother heard. Fuck, you needed this. You wanted to bounce all over his cock until there was nothing left and your hole could do nothing but remember the tight fit. Trying to sit down quicker, Chan grabbed your hips, stopping you while only half his length was in you.

“You're gonna hurt yourself like that, sweetheart. That hole is so tight around me.”

“Please, daddy,” Your head fell into the nape of his neck. You wriggled yourself in his tight hold, trying to get more of his length in your pussy. He shook his head against you, chuckling.

“You want it? Fine, but don't fucking cry to me when it hurts,” Chan said, letting go of your ass. You realised he'd been holding you up, and within a millisecond you'd slammed down onto him. You wanted to scream, the stretch more than you could take. He laughed again, raising his eyebrows at you mockingly. “Too big?”

"N-No, perfect," You retorted. He moaned, spreading his legs and placing his feet flat on the mattress. More. More. Fucking more. You began to raise on him, expecting to ride that perfect cock, but he started to thrust up into you at an unrelenting place straight away, his balls slapping against your ass. You moaned incoherently, almost babbling, hands digging into his toned biceps. He leaned up to nip at your neck, and then he was pulling your t-shirt off of your body.

“No fucking bra?” Chan laughed in disbelief. His mouth went straight to your nipples, biting and sucking on the hard peaks. You jostled on his lap with his thrusts. You wanted to rub your clit, but you felt like he probably wouldn't let you. “Knew you were fucking filthy, sweetheart. You didn't even care about me going raw, did you? You want my load in that dirty hole. And now I find out these pretty tits were only one layer away from me…”

His voice trailed off. You whined, leaning down to try and kiss him again. He shoved his two fingers back in your mouth, making you suck on them. His bruising sucks caused your nipples to hurt, and you fucking loved it. You knew he was marking you up and you'd just have to deal with it.

You tried to start riding him. He didn't let you, manhandling you off of his cock.

“Daddy!” You whined in protest. Chan chuckled. He lifted you and manhandled you so your back was facing him on your bed, and you immediately repositioned yourself so you were face down, ass up. He reentered you in one swift thrust, causing you to jolt in surprise.

“Fucking tight pussy,” He groaned, thrusting into you with the same vigor as before. You almost screamed, but managed to just moan incoherently. The mattress creaked, the sound of old springs ringing around the room. “Fucking dirty hole. Listen to that, sweetheart. Can you hear how wet your cunt is for daddy's cock? For your mother’s boyfriend’s cock?”

You tried to stop whining and moaning to hear what he was pointing out to you, hearing wet slaps. Your cheeks burned with humiliation, fingernails digging into the mattress. You knew you were dripping for a fact now. You could hear it, you could hear everything, his balls slapping against your clit as well as the wet noise of his heavy cock reentering you.

You threw your ass back against him, trying to get the tip to hit that special spot inside of you.

“I think that asshole needs me too, sweetheart,” Chan laughed mirthlessly, his hands resting firmly on your ass, encouraging your bouncing. You moaned in response, clenching your pussy tight. He was going to ruin you for everyone. You'd have to just keep coming back for more. “You want daddy's finger in there? You want me to finger your asshole?”

Oh, yes. “Please, daddy, need to be full,” You said, wiggling your hips against him. You vaguely registered him reaching around you and making you suck on the fingers that had previously been in your mouth. He was going to fill both of your holes, and he moaned loudly at the sight of you sucking his fingers. There was no way that the whole house hadn’t heard you both by now. You hoped they were sleeping.

You sighed in ecstasy, feeling the fingers begin to move inside your ass. His thrusting was now hitting your g-spot in your pussy, given the added pressure from being full in both holes. You felt the orgasm finally begin to build. You liked the way he wasn't rushing you to cum, not like those younger college boys. He was taking care of you and just having good fucking sex. “Feels so fucking good, daddy. Feels so good.”

You were now semi-incoherent, your words all joining together in one long moan. Chan loved it, judging by his moans. His cock was pulsing inside you. You wondered if he was close. You wanted him to fill you up to the point where it was dripping out of you.

He pulled out of you again, grabbing your leg with one strong hand and flipping you onto your back. You were out of breath from the exertion, despite him doing all the work, and he looked fully composed save for the thin sheen of sweat on his body.

“Feels good, baby?” He asked, looming above you. You squirmed feeling your sweaty back rubbing against the blanket uncomfortably, but you nodded anyway. You wanted to please him. He looked down at your writhing body, letting out another groan. “So fucking sexy. You don’t know how much you fucking killed me, teasing me like that. Touch that pussy for me again, show me.”

He started pumping his shaft quickly, still staring down at you. You reached down with one hand and immediately pressed two fingers against your entrance, collecting the slick gathering outside before diving straight in. You curled your fingers against that spot inside of you, whining out. It wasn't enough. Not after having that fat cock in you. He definitely had ruined you for everyone else, including yourself. Nothing was ever going to feel the same again.

“Mmm. Looks so wet, sweetheart. Daddy wants a taste, is that okay?” Chan questioned, moving back onto his knees. You pulled your fingers out and tried not to cry at the loss.

“Please, daddy. Wanna cum in your mouth,” You slurred out, pushing his head towards you. He moaned into your pussy, taking his fat tongue and licking one wet stripe up your slit. He pulled your pussy back, exposing that throbbing clit to him, and placed one lick directly onto your button. "Fuck, daddy, feels so good! Suck it, please, suck it. I - please - need to cum so bad!"

“Need to cum, huh, sweetheart? I'll make your little pussy throb for me and then I'm putting my cock right back in that tight hole, where it belongs,” He spoke. He thrust two fingers into your slit, much thicker and longer than yours. You spread your legs, holding them up against your chest. You literally almost purred when he started moving his fingers, curling them up into that spot and sucking on your clit whilst he did so. It wasn't going to take long. The man was clearly amazing at every part of sex.

You focused on the feeling of his wet tongue rubbing up against your clit and writhed, feeling closer and closer to the edge. He knew what he was fucking doing. Your thighs started to shake, taking everything in you not to just let them go from your hold and clutch around Chan’s head. You wanted him to permanently live between your thighs. Your eyes clenched shut, a deep sigh leaving you.

“Fuck, I'm g’na cum,” You mumbled out, chest heaving and flushed a shade of crimson. Chan pulled away, causing you to whine. You pouted, reaching up to grab his shoulders. "No, no! You said I could. You said you would help me.”

“What I said was that I'd make it throb for you and then I'm sliding back right in here, sweetheart. Be good for daddy, you'll get to cum,” He positioned his length at your core again, sliding right back into home. You both moaned, and he was fucking you in a mating press this time, almost as if you were a couple in love. You wished you were, and realised this was definitely your favourite position so far. The man fucked like an animal and now he was fucking you like he was going to breed you, and you loved it. He reached down with one hand to rub your clit rapidly, trying to bring you to the edge. “This is my fucking pussy. My favourite fucking pussy, my only girl, the only pussy for me, okay?”

“Fuck!” You cried of overstimulation, hands still wrapped around your legs. “G’na... getting close again, gonna-”

“Cum then, sweetheart, flood my cock. Make a mess for me, come on, do it," Chris encouraged, breathing heavily next to your ear. His eyes were focused on where he was entering you over and over again, taking note of the white ring of slick that had formed around the base of his cock, soaking the hair that rested there. You scrunched your eyes shut, feeling overwhelmed with bliss. “That's it. That's my good girl.”

White hot ecstasy overtook your body. You wanted to squirm, but with the pressure of the muscular man on top of your body, you had nowhere to go. You focused on the feeling of his slick chest rubbing against your sensitive nipples, whining and moaning as the orgasm coursed through your body and made it feel like you were being electrocuted.

“Fucking clenching on my cock, shit,” Chan groaned, his hand falling away from your clit once your breathing had began to calm slightly. His hands went down to grab your hips, and before you knew it, he was lifting your hips up and fucking you senseless, treating you like a toy. “W-Wanted to be soft with you for our first time, sweetheart. I'm not normally like this, not at all, but this fucking pussy is driving me insane, fuck... I need to fill you up. Will you let daddy fill that pussy with my cum, sweetheart? Let me breed you, make you mine?”

You nodded quickly, unable to speak at this point. Your hole felt raw, sensitive and fucked open, but you needed his cum in you. You thought you might die if you didn't get it soon. His tip jabbed into your g spot incessantly, almost causing you to cum again, but you subconsciously knew you couldn't take another orgasm at the same level as the previous one. You might die.

“Fucking- g’na breed you, sweetheart. Gonna make you mine. G-Gonna give you a baby, g’na fill you up, fuck!”

With an animalistic growl, Chan’s head dropped to your neck, biting into the skin there and definitely leaving a mark. You felt his hips still and cum flooded out of the tip of his length, flooding your hole with a new sense of wetness. You sighed with content and laid there until Chan’s breathing calmed, his body weight fully on top of you and yet not uncomfortable.

“I have to be honest about something,” Chan sighed. You looked up at him from your position on his chest, and he looked down at you with an apprehensive look. He looked a lot shyer than he did moments before, when he was fucking you senseless and calling you a slut - he was blushing now, embarrassed. You were sure that’s what you liked about him. “You’re- it’s like you were made for me. I don’t know what the fuck to do, heh. I’m falling for you, I think.”

You blinked, leaning up to rest inches away from his face. Got him. You’d got him. “Well, that’s okay, Chan. You’re closer to my age anyway, right?”

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