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[staywhore]

frostbitten heart

felix x reader

word count: 2188

genre: heartbreak.

warnings: heartbreak. mentions of self harm

an: hehe I hope you all enjoy this! sorry for the cliffhanger? if that's what you can call it.... also did not spell or grammar check because I'm fucking tired so sorry if there is any mistakes <3

taglist: @mingigoo @ravenjoongie @wickeddarkness-place @whatudowhennooneseesyou @teezers99 @mirror-juliet

new years confession part two- click here for the master!

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“Come on Felix! It’s getting cold.” You begin to squirm underneath the weight of his strong but lean form. Now feeling the fight or flight response kicking in, not wanting to acknowledge the clear tension between the two of you. He simply nods and releases a gentle breath before he gets up, extending a hand down towards you. He pulls you up until you are chest to chest; his eyes never once leaving yours. You can now feel the warmth of his arm wrapping around your waist, keeping you tucked into his broad chest. Feeling slightly uncomfortable you push away gently with both hands firm on his chest. You look up and simply smile at him before you pat his peck and walk out of his grip. 

Not particularly caring if he’s following you head into the cabin. It’s Felix’s family cabin that they just recently had redone. Considering the events that unfolded last year, you didn’t want to go to another party. Pretty much since last year you haven’t been to any party. The two of you didn’t really speak for about a month after that night. Not truly spoken. You had conversations, but it was still awkward and you were just trying to lick your wounds. So when Felix asked to go to your favorite spot together, an old outdated diner where you both first met, things just fell back into place between the two of you. It’s been 10 months since then and things are pretty much just as the way they were before that kiss. 

You are hit with a wave of heat as you step inside the cabin. A glow of warm yellow floods your vision, almost hurting your eyes from the juxtaposition from the bleaky snowy white outside. Your boots squelching against the glossy hardwood floor, you quickly remember to kick the snowy boots off before walking further inside. Walking into the living room almost makes your heart leap from your chest. The huge vaulted ceilings held up by exposed beams that have hanging lights casting a glow all over the carpeted floor. Deep wood furniture scattered around the living room complementing the light chocolate coloring of the ceiling, floor boards, and staircase. A plush set of couch, loveseat and twin chairs sit before a fireplace that must be the source of the heat. 

The scuffle of wet shoes followed by the heavy thud signifies that Felix followed you inside. Your chest tightens despite the deep breath you let out. You head toward the blaring fireplace and pull a couple of pillows and two blankets and set up a little nest for yourself right by the warmth. Heading toward the kitchen to make yourself some hot cocoa Felix shouts from the top of the staircase that he is going to take a shower, how he got up there so fast is news to you but oh well. 

20 minutes later, you are now sat with your hot cocoa and a book surrounded by the comforting glow of the orange and yellow flames dancing on the blacked logs. Your face wouldn’t show it but you were drawn in deep by the knee trembling smut scene in the book you were reading. A Cinderella retelling, but reversed with a mafia twist after 200 pages of angst finally the two characters finally have gotten together. Engrossed in the extreme detail of the male love interest eating Cinderella out within an inch of her life, you didn’t notice the presence of someone over your shoulder. 

“Fucksake y/n.” You quickly shut the book, face now red hot. Whipping your head towards the direction of your soon to be dead friend. 

“Don’t sneak up on a person like that felix!” Your fist connects with his arm causing him to fall back on his ass with a laugh that cuts right through your heart. His sweet scent of amber and peaches swirls around you causing you to go all heady. You sit up a little straighter and pinch the part of your leg that you have been doing for nearly a year since that night. To remind you physically of what pain he caused in your heart. If he noticed the act, he didn’t mention it. He scooted over to your little almost picnic set up rearranging the pillows so his head is now closest to the fire and your feet. 

“I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl y/n.” He joked with one of his signature smiles lighting up his face. Folding your legs in a way that will hide your pinching, not letting the pain show on your face. 

“Shut up felix.” You say no longer enjoying the sight of him. Making a mover to get up, he lays a hand on your sherpa blanket covered ankle. The lines on his face soften, not in a sunshiney felix way but in the way that he knows he crossed a line. He’s been crossing that line frequently, not on purpose. As good as things have been since the incident, not everything is the same. 

Touching, joking, and filtration no longer is innocent, now it has a deeper meaning. A memory of a night where he crushed your heart and got away with it.  It’s suddenly a year ago, and you two are in that tiny bathroom again. It’s different this time, now there is the looming reminder of the pain from that night. The heartbreak of his text coming in that the kiss was a mistake and you should just be friends again. 

You stay seated, but you move your legs in closer towards you; however they offer you comfort. The hurt still lingers in his eyes despite the cool smile he plasters on his beautiful face. You can’t help but feel the longing in your heart for him. For the Felix he once was to you. Who never once hurt you, but now he’s different, he’s tainted. This time you flinch slightly at the pain of your fingers pulling at the no doubt black and blue skin of your upper thigh. 

“Y/n..” Oh no. You pinch harder instinctively. You can feel him stare hard at you without you having to look up from the bright white blanket no longer keeping you warm. A chilled whip of fear slithers it’s way down your spine and off into your bloodstream. 

“I need to talk to you.” He says his voice a little more high pitched, as if he’s nervous. Your head replays, ‘I can’t do this again.’ over and over until you realize you might have said it outloud. 

“Can’t do what y/n?” Still not looking up but sensing that he is no longer laying casually on his side by the fire. You almost can hear his mind telling him to move closer, to touch. You wish you could make yourself as small as a mouse and go hide in the walls. 

“I can’t do it again, Felix.” Your voice barely above a whisper. No longer feeling the pain in your leg from the repeated pinching, you feel no way of getting the release of whatever emotion is building up inside you. You look up to see Felix’s eyes glossy and his mouth is shut firmly in a straight line. 

“I- I don’t know what to say.” You let out a noise that should’ve been a laugh but it comes out more throaty. You settle on the other thigh this time, the pressure not relenting. 

“How about you tell me why?” Once again barely audible, this time it only came out in a loose breath. 

“I can’t hear you y/n.” He tries to say calmly but there is a little irritation taint the naturally deep voice that once used to make your heart race and toes curl. Anger filling your belly makes you want to scream at him. Scream until you consume him the same way he has consumed your entire being for the past year. 

“TELL ME WHY FELIX!” Fire behind your eyes, you see him flinch at your volume. 

“Y/n…” 

“JUST FUCKING TELL ME AND BE DONE WITH IT!” You now find yourself standing, looking down at your friend. Friend, because that’s all you’ll ever be to him. He just looks at you with a blank stare. You could hear the ticks of the grandfather clock from the corner of the room that had a floor to ceiling bookcase with cloth bound books of all different colors and sizes. Each tick of the second hand only further enraged you. Your limbs moved without you. Carrying your body away from him towards the door. 

The chilled metal of the door knob sends a shock to your system, but a big enough one to stop you from opening the heavy wooden door and getting hit with a wall of freezing winter wind. Pushing through, your mind just screaming at you to get away, escape, do anything to not feel that pain again. Your legs push you off the porch and onto the snow covered walkway towards the garage that sits about 10 feet from the house. You get as far as the ruined snow man both you and Felix had made then ruined before you feel a set of warm hands grasp your shoulders. 

Before you can escape from his hold he pulls you to his chest, arms wrapping around your chest and shoulders. You sink into his warmth, wanting to forget just this once to go back to the way things were before. The tears come before you can stop them, he turns you to face him. Still not registering the melting snow seeping into the thick wool fabric of your socks. You look up onto Felix’s face and notice the tears welling up into his eyes just as one falls down his freckled cheek. 

You reach a bright red hand towards his face and wipe away the wetness. You let your hand linger a moment longer, reveling in the feel of his skin against yours. When you move your hand away his own keeps it in its spot. His other wraps around your waist, keeping you as close to him as he can get you.

“I never meant to hurt you.” He said, each word followed by a puff of cold air. The tears are now falling freely from both yours and Felix’s eyes. 

“You did though Felix.” you pause. “You crushed me.” You want to push back but he won’t let you this time. His grip tightens. 

“Y/n…” His eyes now big as he searches your face for something. 

“Stop Felix please.” You try turning your head away but his hand quickly moves from your cheek to your chin. Keeping your head facing his as his big brown eyes flick from your own to your lips and then back. 

“Y/n… I-” Stopping him by placing both hands on either side of his face. 

“You tore my heart out that night Felix. I haven’t slept properly since that night, and then you come back wanting things to go back to the way they were. But they can’t Felix.” A pause. “You broke me.” 

Felix’s cheeks are wet with tears, his head falls forward. His forehead rests on the top of your head as he lets out a haggard sob. 

You say in almost a whisper, “So please don’t say you didn’t mean to hurt me. Because Felix you didn’t just hurt me, you killed me when you walked away.” Pulling back slightly and holding his head once more, you were so tempted. The pain in his eyes. His rosy red cheeks, and swollen full lips. He tempted you without even trying, but you had to shut off the rest of the emotions. So you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed you back, promising more but not giving it. 

“We should get you back inside before you get frostbite.” Not acknowledging your own confession, realizing your need for him to just accept it. He did as you pleaded with your eyes, and he led you back into the cabin. Back onto your pile of blankets and pillows. He helped you set down as you just watched him. Moving you with so much care, you thought that was it. You figured he’d want to be alone, but no. He sat down next to you and helped you take off your soaked socks, and held your feet in his hands to warm them up. But his hands were as cold as ice. You lean forward to grab his hands but stop, just pulling your feet from his hold. 

“Y/n, you're soaked.” You nodded in acknowledgment. The snow has melted on your sweatshirt and seems almost like it is soaking into your bones. Same goes for your leggings, the flare of the pant leg is also soaked and spreading up toward your shin because of the material. 

“I am going to shower and change.” You say flatly. 

He looks up at you just before you leave. “I’ll be here y/n. I’ll always be here.”

[staywhore]

countdown to midnight

felix x reader

word count: 2009

genre: smut with a hint of angst?! (my first attempt so be nice)

warnings: friends to lovers, hot hot hot takeout sesh, biting, slight angst if you can call it that.

an: sorry there's not a lot here! this is part one of two so look forward to the next update to see what happens (eye emoji) I hope everyone had an amazing new year! I love you all, thank you so much for supporting me this past year despite my hiatus.

taglist: @mingigoo @ravenjoongie @wickeddarkness-place @whatudowhennooneseesyou @teezers99 @mirror-juliet

new years confession part one click here for part two

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You ducked fast as a mis-shapen ball of snow is hurled towards your head. A pang of adrenalin strikes right through your heart despite the fact that there now is a small smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. You clutch the ball of snow in your beige mitten and prepare to throw it back at your attacker. Risking a quick look you see that he has his back turned to you and you take your chance to make your move. You quickly stand and throw the snowball with as much force as you can muster to ensure it makes its mark. Watching as the non lethal projectile flies across the imagined battlefield, you see as it connects with the neck of your blonde attacker. His head moves forward with impact, causing him to look as though he’s bowing. 

He turns to you with a shocked look on your face. The laughter fills your mind until you can’t help but fold as it erupts from you. With tears now in your eyes and the look on his face on loop in your mind, you don’t notice that the man is now running towards you. You look up right before he makes contact with you. His arms wrapping around your waist lifting you up slightly before you feel yourself falling backwards. You can’t help but let out a little scream at the feeling of falling. He tackles you into a pile of snow that previously was your attempt at a snowman before the snowball fight ensued. 

“How does it feel to lose to a girl?” You say a little out of breath from the adrenalin still pumping rapidly throughout your body. You can’t help but smile as you look up and see a matching grin paired with that oh-so-familiar sparkle of mischief in his deep brown eyes. The former flicks back and forth a few times from your eyes to your mouth. He just lets out a short throaty laugh as a response. 

“Are you going to let me get up?” You say, starting to feel the weight of his stare. His hand reaches out and he brushes some snowflakes that are collecting on your eyelashes. 

Felix has been your friend for three years now. You’ve stayed friends through drunken calls, colds, and breakups. Of course you’ve noticed his impeccable beauty. His deep brown eyes that glow in the sunlight giving the illusion of having dark chocolate for irises. The freckles that are splattered across his nose, cheeks, and a few on his forehead; it’s as if an artist took his brush and placed each one specifically. His full pink lips that you have only ever seen turned down in frustration or anger a handful of times. He is the image of beauty to you. Yet in these past two, nearly three, years you never let your feelings manifest into anything stronger. You’ve seen the girls he has dated, you look nothing like them. So you keep your love for him platonic, and lock up anything less deep within your heart. 

His gentle touch threatens to bring your bubbling feelings to the surface. The soft material of his gloved fingers moved from your closed eyes onto your cheeks, that are no longer flushed because of the cold. Sometimes you think he’s looking at you as more than a friend, but the thought leaves you quickly. Despite what happened a year ago. 

“I’m quite comfortable actually.” The corner of his lips turn up in challenge to your question. 

~

It was New Years Eve, everyone was drinking and having a good time playing games and sharing stories. Felix had not left you alone for the entirety of the evening, not that that was unusual. Usually you stick to each other’s side, but something was different. If you stepped out of arm's reach of him you could feel his stare following you throughout the apartment. Eventually you decided to ask what the fuck is up. 

You pulled him off to one of the two bathrooms in yours and your friends shared apartment. It just happened to be the smaller of the two, just enough room for a sink, toilet, and a small shower encased by frosted glass. Not totally realizing that we are now nearly chest to chest as you look up to him to confront him. 

“What’s wrong with you tonight?” You say a little too loud, noting to lower your volume from now on. 

“Nothing’s wrong y/n.” He says without looking at you. Seemingly focused on a very interesting spot on the wall no doubt. 

“Bull shit Felix.” Attempting to cross your arms at your chest, but can’t successfully without touching him. It feels weird to touch him tonight. You can’t figure out why. “You have been acting strange all evening.” You settle with placing your hands on your hips. 

After a few beats of silence Felix finally looks at you. He seems to be searching for something in your face. His chocolate eyes flicking to the different parts of your face. An unspoken emotion hanging in the air between the two of us. Maybe it’s the seclusion, or maybe it’s the drinks finally working their way into your system, but tonight he looks different. Your eyes dared a look at his lips, quickly looking back up to his eyes. His pupils dilated.

“Felix..” Now he looked at your lips as you spoke, but he wasn’t quick to look away like you were. He leaned forward causing you to step back hitting the wall. “What is wr-” He cuts you off with a finger shushing your lips. 

“Y/n, I know you feel it two.” You could feel yourself pale. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about Felix.” 

“I know this is sudden y/n, maybe it’s the alcohol or the fact that it’s new years eve, but I want to kiss you tonight.. I want you and I don’t wanna hide it anymore.” His hands found their way to your face, tilting it back slightly. Your mouth was suddenly dry and eyes wide at the confession. 

“But.. I- I didn’t think I was your type?” You barely manage to get your words out. 

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life y/n.” Past the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears you can hear your friends call for you. 

“It’s nearly midnight.” Your response to his second confession. 

“I know y/n.” He continues to stare down at you. Trapping you against the cool wall and his hard body. “I’d like to kiss you if you’ll let me.” 

Mind racing. You swear he could hear your heart beating. Your eyes roamed over his face, looking for any sign of deception. You could hear your friends starting their count down into the new year. 

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“Kiss me felix.” His lips crashed onto yours as your friends finished counting down, and cheered as they rang the new year in. Hands found their way into your hair, pulling slightly, causing you to gasp. He took his chance to kiss you deeper. Felix consumed you wholly. His tongue explored your mouth as he continued to deepen the kiss. His hands roaming further down your body. They moved from your hair to your neck, then shoulders, and smoothed down your back softly causing you to shiver. Your own found their way to his shaggy blonde hair. 

Finally snapping from your stupor you tug at his locks softly. He moans into your mouth, sending a bolt of arousal directly to your core. So you pull harder. This time he growls as his grip on your ass tightens. He spins the two of you around so your back is now to the sink, lifting you, you now are sitting on the lip of the sink; wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. His hand slid from your ass to your waist, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. A silent request for permission, you respond by taking your nails to his broad shoulders and running them along his clothed skin. Cool fingertips slid up your skin sending goosebumps to your arms. The further north his hands went, the deeper your nails dug into his shoulders. 

He breaks away from the kiss to look into your eyes. His own half lidded with arousal looking at your lips that are no doubt plumped and a deeper shade of pink from the kiss. He lets out a deep breath before he leans in to kiss you gently. Staring at your lips then going to your nose and forehead. Moving to your neck where he places pepperings of kisses that once again cause you to shiver. All while his fingers are running along your rib cage, and just under the fabric of your bra. As his hands move up taking the silky material of your shirt with him he bites your earlobe. 

Pulling your shirt over your head he leans back slightly to take a full look at you. Chest heaving and knuckles gone white from the grip you have on the sink. One hand goes to your neck to pull you back into a deep kiss. His lips run down your neck this time he’s not so gentle. He leaves bite marks in his wake. Each time he sucks your skin you let out a little moan, and the next time he sucks a little harder. He does the same thing to your chest. Teasing you as he plays with the edge of our bra, not quite going underneath the fabric. 

“Please Felix.” You say breathlessly. He obeys and reaches behind to unhook your bra. The feel of it sliding against your skin only heightens your arousal. Without hesitation he takes one of your nipples into your mouth and sucks it. It was a struggle to not scream at the sensation. 

“F-felix.. Fuck.” You moan as he releases the first with a pop and moves to the second. Your hands find their way to his head once more, tugging as he moans around your breast. Your abs begin to burn trying to keep you balanced on the ledge. Releasing the second with a pop he looks up at you, this time with fire in his eyes. 

“Y/n…” Right before he can say anything else the handle to the door jiggles, shortly followed by a pounding fist. 

“Hey open up! I gotta piss.” Someone who sounds an awful lot like a drunken changbin shouts from the other side of the door. Heat instantly rushes to your face as you push Felix off of you and quickly try to make yourself decent. 

“Be right out.” You stammer, frantically searching for your shirt. Seriously, where did that thing go in such a small space! Only stopping when Felix's hands cup your face once more, causing you to look up at him. He looked like he had a lot to say, but he leaned in to kiss you. Flinching back not wanting to seem any more suspicious than you probably already have to the party, you regretted it immediately. The hurt that flashed across his beautiful features stung you. 

“Felix.. I didn’t-” He turned away from you picking up your shirt and handed it to you, his silence was deadly. He waited until you readied yourself, tucking you behind him while he opened the door. 

Feeling awkward and embarrassed you hid out in your room until the last of your party guests left, feigning a headache. Curled up in your bed scrolling through your phone, when Felix’s name pops onto your screen. 

[sorry for tonight y/n] Another ding sounds 

[maybe we should just stay friends, go back to the way things were before tonight] it’s almost as if a knife went straight through your heart. With tears in your eyes you begin to reply, but you can’t find any words so you just turn your phone over and quietly cry yourself to sleep.

[staywhore]

i'm chan 

she’s mine part three

bangchan x reader

genre: dark romance

warnings: still a creepily sexy chan :p

an: part three is up. im working on this whenever I can/ feel up to writing this lmao. sorry guys thanks for liking and supporting my writing it means a lot, even though im a shitty poster hahahaha

tag list: @hanniegoo @hanjisbeloved @spiderrenjunfics

series homepage / previous

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 It’s been almost a week since I first woke up in this strange place and I have just about gone through every emotion appropriate considering the situation I’ve been thrown into. The first morning that I woke up in this soft bed was one of the hardest. 

I can’t help but take in the man before me and shutter at the sight of him. I can see the broadness of his shoulders and how his no doubt sculpted muscles move beneath the white dress shirt that clings to his body. My eyes scan down to see his rather… large… erection growing underneath the pristine gray slacks. His big thighs spread wide enough for my curvy body to slide perfectly between them. I feel my own arousal pooling at the very bottom of my stomach. 

A wave of guilt and grief ravages my body shutting down any other thoughts like that. 

“How are you feeling darling?” He stands to his full height and the sight has my eyes widening and breath catching in my throat. He takes a step toward me. I flinch back and move to put as much space between us as possible. His smile falters for a millisecond but fixes itself on his handsome face. “I’m not going to hurt you y/n. I would rather slice my own heart out before I ever lay a finger on you.” His face is serious now, but makes no further movements toward me. I can’t help but trust his words. It is stupid, yes, but there is some part of me that just feels it’s natural to believe him. I’m still not going to let him know that.

“How can I trust your word when.. w-when you just murdered everyone I knew!” I can barely get my sentence out without the tears coming. I keep my face determined, my tears are the only sign of the emotions that boil within me. 

“Darling, I did that for you.” His arms fold over his broad chest, veins snaking underneath his golden skin at the movement. 

“You murdered my entire family.. my- my husband for me?” My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it like it’s knocking on my skull. “What in the actual fuck? I don’t even know you!” I can’t help but shout.

He feigns being shot in the heart, placing his big…  big hand on his broad chest muscle and puts a pained expression on his face, “You wound me, darling.” 

“Don’t call me that.” I say as he stares hard at me with a stupidly goofy grin on his perfect face. “Who are you anyways and what do you want with me?”

“I’m Chan.” He looks at me cautiously and then takes a couple of steps forward and extends his hand. I look back between the large man before me and his hand inches from my face. A second more goes by and I extend my own towards his. His hand is as soft and warm as I hoped- no not hoped, not ever hope- thought it would be. The contact sends a shiver up my arms and the tiny hairs standing on my skin as the current runs straight to my heart and settles there. He pulls his hand back and sits on the edge of my bed. A wave of this man’s expensive cologne hits me, I can’t help but take a deep breath. I hear a chuckle come from him and I realize now that I had my eyes closed and breathed him in. 

I feel the heat of embarrassment warm my face. I try to turn away from him but he stops me from the movement but wrapping his hand around my chin. 

“Don’t be embarrassed darling. I know I smell good, I did that just for you.” I feel his finger flex slightly against my chin, and his eyes grow dark. It takes every ounce of willpower not to close my legs together. 

“What are you thinking so hard about darling?” His grip tightens lightly, unconsciously pulling me closer towards him. 

[staywhore]

burn it all down 

she's mine part two

bangchan x reader

genre: dark romance

warning: violence, chan low key being a creep but in a sexy way..

an: part two is out and I'm going to start part three tonight. idk if i'll post it, but I'm getting her written!

tag list: @hanniegoo @hanjisbeloved @spiderrenjunfics

series homepage / part one

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Her body has finally given out. Her frail, pale body finally gave into the trauma that I caused. 

That’s right.

I killed every single person in that church.

And I’d do it all over again if that meant taking what’s rightfully mine. 

Because y/n is mine.

She was never meant for Felix. 

The day he fucked me over and then stole her away from me was the day that he sealed his fate. 

And now his soul will burn for the rest of eternity. 

The rage boils under my skin, but as I tighten my hold on my girl the emotion slowly simmers before dissipating. A pang of fear leaves as quickly as it comes as her arms go limp, falling from their rightful place around my neck. I pause my breathing and wait until I hear her slow breaths and watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest. As I carry her away from the church my people surround us. My second comes directly beside me, almost bumping her head. A hiss escapes my lips before I can stop it. He pauses and keeps a step away from me after that. “Boss, mission complete. Only one survivor out of nearly 200.” I nod acknowledging him, not wanting to look away from y/n’s unconscious form in my arms. 

“Do you want to burn it down now?” He stops a couple of feet behind me. Another one of my soldiers opens the black sedan before me and I carefully set my girl’s fragile body on the seat. Before closing the door, I grab a blanket stored under the seat and wrap it around her as best as I can. I close the door and turn back to Minho. “Is the cadaver in place?” I move until we are standing shoulder to shoulder facing the chapel. 

The white exterior is weather-worn in a rustic way, with ivy climbing sections randomly. The covered entrance hangs over a sandy brown porch surrounded by tall white columns. Matching wooden stairs lead to a rounded set of white french style doors that come to a sharp point at the top. 

The wide doors are surrounded on either side by waist-high donation pedestals with a lock box placed on top. The bell tower looms over the whole scene. Looking at the whole building puts a bad taste in my mouth thinking that this very same bell would be rung in celebration of Felix’s marriage to my girl. I have to spit in an attempt the get the taste of jealously and rage out of my mouth. 

She’s mine now.

Truly and wholly mine.

From now until death.

Whether she wants to or not.

I knew she’d be mine since the day I first laid eyes on her. 

It was nearly 5 years ago to this day. 

Not only the night that I just met her, but the night she met Felix. 

That was the last night of Felix’s and my partnership. 

We had started our control of this city almost a year before that night and he became restless for more sooner than I could have predicted. 

He wanted the whole world and was willing to burn me until nothing was left but ashes to get it. 

He would have succeeded if only he had made sure I stayed dead. 

And I’m not going to make the same mistake that my imbecile of a brother made. 

I’m going to make sure he stays dead. 

“Burn it all down.” That was all I said before I heard the go-head from Minho and then heat seared behind me. I couldn’t help as my lips turned up into a smirk. 

I win. 

I slide myself into the car and before I can get settled my driver takes off. I hold y/n’s still unconscious form, reveling in the feel of her in my arms. After so long, it feels as good as I have imagined. I can feel my cock hardening at the thought of being able to finally claim her as mine fully. I try to distract myself from my arousal with the reality of our situation. When she finds out it was me who killed not just Felix but all her family and friends, she’s not going to come to me freely. I planned for this though. I will sway her to my side with the truth of my brother’s plan to burn down any and everyone who got in the way of his plan to spite me, including her. 

Her face is lax with sleep. The darkness of her features and the blood of our enemies does nothing to diminish her beauty. She is my rose among billions of thorns. Even with the stench of death, I can smell her sweet scent. I lean down, running my nose along the column of her neck breathing in her sweetness deeply. I close my eyes and let the air settle in my lungs, something corrects in my chest and my whole body comes together like all I was missing was her. She makes me feel whole. 

~y/ns pov

I wake up to the softness of a bed encasing me. The down of the pillow cradles my head, willing me to fall back into another dreamless slumber. My arms fly above my head, my toes point and my spine straighten, in a stretch as it feels like every bone cracks in my body. Relaxing back in the coziness of the bed, I reach to my left in search of my fiance. 

My world freezes. 

Every muscle in my body tightens.

My eyes flutter open ignoring the blinding light of the sun reflecting from the cream-colored walls. 

I push my body up into a sitting position despite the pain that throbs in my head and neck.

Once my eyes finally adjust to the light my attention settles on the man sitting in a lilac and gold french style chaise lounge. His legs spread, feet pointing towards the bed. His elbows resting on his knees and his chin is resting on his fisted hands. He’s staring hard at me and I look down to see that my chest is exposed to him. I feel the heat run up my neck and to my cheeks. I quickly pull the bed sheet to cover myself, breaking his spell from my body. 

“Well good morning darling.” He says with a smile on his face as he leans back in the lounge, his erection on full display beneath his light gray slacks. 

[staywhore]

Hiiii I missed you <33

missed you too!!! <3

[staywhore]

she's mine master

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part one - he was supposed to be mine

part two - burn it all down

part three - i'm chan

[staywhore]

he was supposed to be mine 

she's mine part one

bangchan x reader

word count: 1091

genre: dark romance babes

warnings: just blood and like gore warnings for this first part. its kinda dark and im sorry but not sorry.

an: hey babes! so this is the start of a new series! this will be kinda dark and ofc smutty hehe. Please, please, please, no hate to Felix! I absolutely love him and he was just the first member I thought about using yeah so please don't think I hate him, I'm just good at writing about a murder I guess ://// hey also please if you like this write a comment if you'd think I should take this ff and turn it into a fully fleshed out book! I really like this idea and might turn it into a book. It's my dream to be an author and writing fan fiction has really helped me to gain confidence in my writing! okay well, enjoy hoes ill have the second and possibly third chapter out tonight!

tag list: @hanniegoo @hanjisbeloved @spiderrenjunfics

series homepage / part one

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He’s the one. 

It’s always been him. 

It was only ever him. 

But, he’s no longer here. 

The only thing left of him is his flesh blown to chunks all around me. 

His blood pools under my knees, causing my white dress to fuse to my skin. 

The dress every girl dreams of. 

The emotions bubble underneath my skin like a fire raging. 

I lift my head from the man I was planning to spend the rest of my life with scanning the entirety of the chapel. 

I’m the only one left who hasn’t been reduced to a soulless sack of red meat. 

My hands vibrating out of rage cradle Felix’s slack face, his eyes still open but no longer are they filled with life. They stare emptily back into my own. The tears fall before I can stop them. Our faces are now wet with my tears as footsteps echo throughout the hollow church. I can’t bring myself to realize the danger that I’m in. As the echoing grows louder, I’m still locked in place. Utter and complete sadness keeps me from wanting to run from the threat no doubt coming back to finish the job.

I want to die. 

I only wanted to live for Felix. 

He was my light.

Now, that light has been snuffed out. 

It’s not until the steps fault and the heat from a  body nearly burns me that I finally turn to face the reasoning for my pain. A mangled sob lodges itself in my throat as I wipe the tears from my blurry vision and he comes into view. 

Evil spills from every angle of his hard body. He’s covered head to toe in black. His features are dark as his eyes scan my body from the bottom up, pausing slightly at the way my hands grip my lost love’s lax face, continuing up to stop at my face. My pristinely finished makeup is no doubt washed away and mixed with my tears. I look at how his eyes soften as he takes me in fully. He takes a cautious step toward me but stops when I flinch, gathering as much of my fiances bloodied body as I can into my lap. 

They can’t take him. 

He was supposed to be mine. 

I cringe slightly as I feel more of his warm blood soaking through my dress, leeching onto my clammy skin. I somehow manage to hold his back to my chest. His head lulls hitting my shoulder with its full weight. I try to support him by wrapping my arms around his middle, but I realize there’s not much of his middle left. He has a big hole in the center of his chest and one lower. I look around us and see organs that should be inside him. 

No, no, no. 

This isn’t right.

That should all be inside of his body.

I look where my arms are resting, and notice where some of his innards are falling out because of my hold. I rush of anxiety runs throughout my body and I’m frantically trying to push everything back inside of him. More tears spill and this time guttered sobs escape with them. My hands are slick with his life force, my once pale skin now is a stained red. I raise my hands from their useless task as more heady emotions surge through my nervous system. Turning my palms towards the floor, a dull sparkle from my engagement ring steals my attention. The soft glow of warm light from a mixture of candles and yellow light catches at the different angles of the 4-carat emerald-cut diamond ring. I try to recall the night he proposed but all I can see when I close my eyes are his lifeless eyes and how his body weighs me down. 

“Y/n.” My eyes flutter open when the man calls out to me. He is now kneeling beside Felix and me. His eyes are still soft, I almost think I see a dusting of emotion brimming but his expression changes quickly, shielding me from what he’s feeling.

 “It’s time to let him go.” He reaches out to take Felix from me but I hiss at his attempt. Keeping his hand out he watches me carefully, “Y/n this isn’t him anymore and you know that.” Felix’s body has slumped down so his head is back in my lap. His dull eyes are still open and looking up at me. I choke out a cry as another way of reality sets in that he’s no longer with me. 

He left me alone once again. 

He promised to always be by my side.

With an uneven breath, I reach a hand out to his face. Tracing his features for a final time, desperate to commit the feel of his skin to my memory. My fingers, now sticky with his blood, glide over his eyelids shutting them. I press a kiss on each of them and then to his lips. The coldness of his skin leaves a chill deep in my bones and sends a pang of sadness directly to my heart. I lean back and face the man before me. His face is still dark with an emotion I can’t decipher but he still has the warm glow of life coursing through him and when I look back at the man laying dead on top of me I finally release my weak grip on the body of the man I once loved and extend my hand to the still living one beside me. 

He ignores my hand and wraps one underneath my shoulder causing me to hug his neck as his other arm snakes under my knees. Felix’s body rolls onto the ground, leaving him in an unnatural position. I force myself to look away from the body and look up at my…  rescuer.  Surely he must be. If he was here to kill me he wouldn’t have bothered to remove me from the murderous scene. The stench of blood and death floods my senses and it causes me to gag. It overwhelms me and the adrenaline leaves my system, taking its toll on my body.

 So tired I let it consume me. 

I let the darkness cloud the pain that’s wrapping its claws around my heart and soul.

Before it completely takes control I feel the man hold me closer to his hard body, his grip tightening in a protective way that causes a microscopic amount of pain to lift from my soul.

[staywhore]

new teaser 

I'm thinking bangchan x reader

here's what I got so far xoxo

I never thought I’d be back here, in his arms. They envelop my shaken, cold and wet body. His strength warms my body despite my nerves chilling over, demanding I push, scream, run, cry, do anything to escape him.

[staywhore]

i know for all of us this is a place for us to escape the reality of our lives and live in worlds and different versions of our current state of living but I just have to make this post because as someone who has a uterus I am absolutely disgusted with my country.

Today I and many other women and birth givers lost our FUNDAMENTAL RIGHT to obtain access to a safe and sterile abortion. I am so confused and angry at the state of this country that I sadly call my home has come to.

I am nothing more than a writer. A faceless name which you come to my page and enjoy the work I create. But I cannot and will not stand to call this country my home when it will not provide me, my sisters, my cousin, my

I need everyone to know that our fight is not over. We will push back and and fight this injustice. Please do your research on whether or not your state has already or is in the process of banning abortion, looking in any and all resources that can help YOU! Please if you are able share messages of this crime on our bodies on any and all socials you may have, speak up, vote if you are old enough, donate if you have the funds, help young women and peoples with a uterus if you can.

And most importantly please be safe my friends.

You are loved and you worthy to be here!

with much much love,

-ven

[staywhore]

do you think you have been a good enough girl to get fucked?

han jisung x reader

word count: 1420

genre: smut and you're gonna get it right away hoes

warnings: oral (m + f receiving), swallowing a load, fucking against a window, unprotected sex (bitches fucking don't hit it raw, not in this economy), dirty talk just look at the title, slight aftercare, claiming big time, you are his and no one else understood???

an: this part got kinda romantic for some reason.. I think because I started writing to classical so sorry not sorry but fuck I enjoyed writing this! thanks again to @hanjisbeloved for requesting. sorry it took so long, but you just caught me at a bad time. Please feel free to request anyone, they are currently open at the time of my publishing this. enjoy and lmk if I missed anything in terms of content warnings! also I did not proof read this so sns :/

tag list: @hanniegoo @hanjisbeloved @spiderlilyfics

part one: only good girls get dick

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Now it’s my turn to tease. 

I grab the base of his cock, straightening it out until his tip is touching my lips. I look up at him throughout my lashes as a smirk pulls my lips up. He looks down at me with dark eyes and his hand finds the side of my face, caressing it lovingly. I lick his slit, causing his hand to move to my hair and pull gently. I take his tip into my mouth and run my tongue underneath. His hand grips tighter. My hand begins to stroke him slowly, matching the pace of my tongue. Head falls back and a moan escapes as his hips begin to match my movement. I take him deep in my throat as my other hand massages his balls. 

He begins to crumble beneath my touch. 

His hips are jerking and with the press of my finger on his taint, he's cumming  into my mouth. His hips still and his hand flexes and releases in my hair. I smile as I drink up the last of his cum. I release his cock with a pop of my lips and he looks down at my as I wipe a bit of his cum from the corner of my mouth. “Someone was rather quick huh?” I say licking the last evidence of his orgasm from my finger. “Says you brat. Now stand for me baby.” 

I stand before him, breathing heavy as his gaze traces my body. Han has never once made me feel self-conscious when he looks at me fully. He makes me feel worshiped. His hand finds its place at my hip, right below where it dips. I once tried to hide that part of myself from him, but he wouldn't have that. Just like our first time, and everytime after that he has made me see my beauty through his actions. 

“You always look so pretty after my cock has been in your mouth.” He leans in and connects his lips to mine. Our respective releases mixing with the tying of our tongues. He spins us so my backside is now flush up against the fllorlength window. The chill of the glass and the excitement of my exposed body on display for all to see runs ramped over my skin. He deepens the kiss with a growl and soon enough I feel his cock started to harden against my thigh. My arms link around his neck as he lift me up so I can wrap my legs at his waist. His cock now postioned right at my entrance. “I can feel you dripping onto my cock baby.” He coos into my ear, breaking our kiss. He places quick hot kisses below my ear and down my neck. “Do you think you have been a good enough girl to get fucked?” He presses his tip in further to me, continuing to kiss down my neck and collarbone. He pauses, not willing to move until I answer him. “Yes sir. I have been a very good girl for you.” I manage to whisper in his ear.

He slips himself slowly inside of me, letting my tight walls adjust to his size. “Fuck y/n.” He breaths out once hes fully inside of me. I can’t help it as my breath  stutters as we are fully connected. My eyes roll black slightly. My head goes to fall back against the window, but Han’s hand moves quickly to prevent it from hitting the glass too hard. He doesn’t give me anymore time to adjust before he bgeins to pound into me. The silence of the room is shattered by my moans and the sound of skin hitting skin. My legs begin to shake in the positon, so Han takes the oppertunity to drop me and turn me, pressing my front up against the glass. He kicks my feet farther part and dives back in. 

We moan out synchronously at the sensation of the new position. I'm bent over slightly, my exposed chest now pressed up against the cool window. His one hand guiding my hip and the other finds its way to my hair, pulling on it so the column of my neck is on display. “H-han f-fuck-k” I slur as the tip of his cock glides over my g-spot. I instinctively tighten around his thick cock. He hisses, picking up his pace. “I’m gonna fill this tight pretty pussy baby and you're going to take it, understood?” I don’t have the words to answer him. I’ve lost them to the mind-numbing pleasure he is supplying. I am only able to moan out in response. 

“That's my-” he pauses, letting his claim to me sink in, “- good girl. Taking what I give her.” His hips jerk harder, sending even more pleasure throughout my body, jolting to every vein in my body. It’s when his hand releases my hand and begins stroking my aching clit that I lose it. I’m quickly cumming beneath him, lokcing my knees in place so I don’t fall while my body relinquishes control to the pleasure. He follows in suit. Small praises leaving his lips along with moany breaths as he spills his hot seed into me. He slumps over my shaky form, holding me with both hands at the hip while his forehead rests on my shoulder. We both are left breathless and standing, still connected before the city below us.

Sadly, he pulls himself out of me. He sinks down to face my cunt, leaving a kiss to the bundle of nerves. I can’t help but moan out at the touch. “Is my little brat still wanting more?” He speaks directly into my pulsing heat. I can feel my hips move slightly back and forth, successfully shaking my ass in response. Without saying anything else, his mouth attaches to my clit. His nose nudges my weeping entrance as he eats my out fervently. His fingers press into my thighs to hold me steady as another orgams threatens to wash over my body. He’s quick to make me cum this time. I’m quickly swearing his name as I cum on his face. 

He kisses each of my thighs before standing to his full height behind me. I hear the zipper of his pants and the ruffle of expensive clothing being tucked and straightened out. By the time I’m finished reeling and turn around, he looks as though our little scene had never happened. He bends down to place a kiss on my lips. I can still taste myself on his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up baby.” He pulls me to his chest and helps me onto the couch stationed against the nearst wall. He cleans me up and before I know it we are headed back down to my floor. 

I reenter my wing of the office building and all eyes are turned back to us. This time Han walks beside me with a hand placed at the center of my back. Once we reach my cubicle He places a kiss on my cheek mumbling about me getting back to work, before he walks away. Once he’s out of ear shot, Mr. Gyu comes into my space. “What was that all about y/n?” He asks kind of frantically. Before I get to answer, the scent of Versace returns, only this time mixed with my own perfume. He stops right behind my coworker, effectively towering over him. “I would kindly appreciate you stepping away from what’s mine Mr. Gyu before I have you removed.” Now trembling, the man turns around to face our boss. 

Han’s eyes go from the man before him to me. His eyes lighten, as if he wasn’t just inside me minutes ago. “I came back to return these to you.” His hand goes to his breast pocket wear my pink thongs are hanging from the smooth material. He holds them out so everyone looking knows exactly whats he’s holding. He side steps the man, allowing him to escape. He’s once again kneeling before me placing the thin material at my feet. Once realization hits me I try to tell him to stop, but he doesn’t listen. He lifts each foot so he can slip them through the hole and slides them up my legs. He lets them rest at my thighs and stands, pulling me with him. He slides my panties back into place. He leans in close onces he’s finished and murmurs, “Now everyone will know who you belong to.”

[staywhore]

only good girls get dick 

han jisung x reader

word count: 2486

genre: hot smexy smut babes

warnings: bratty reader x CEO daddy han, oral (fem receiving), choking, name-calling (ie. my little slut, brat, etc), han on his knees (aka my number one kink having a man on his knees for you), edging, begging if you squint, kinda panty sniffer Han (hey if you don’t like it then don’t read, I totally think he’d do something like that.. )

an: thank you to @hanjisbeloved for requesting!! I'm so sorry this took so long but I promise ill have pt 2 out super soon! I'm going to finish it up right after I post this babes! Please enjoy you dirty hoes, and as always let me know if I miss any warnings! mwahhh luv ya

taglist: @hanniegoo @hanjisbeloved @spiderlilyfics

part two: do you think you have been a good enough girl to get fucked?

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Looking up from your desk you saw the most stunning, jaw-droppingly beautiful man walking toward you. His dark eyes were void of all emotion but what seemed like rage as they burned in my direction. The click of his expensive shoes on the linoleum floor matched the slowly quickening beat of your heart. It wasn’t fear that made your heart quicken, no it was excitement. He was pissed, and that meant nothing but a night or two of toe-curling, brain-melting sex. 

My pulse rapid throughout my body, palms wet with sweat, and arousal now soaking through my pretty pink underwear, I had chosen specifically for him, as he continued his descent towards me. I kept my features neutral and tried to focus on the pile of invoices from the past week. The click of his designer loafers stopped and a waft of his subtle Versace cologne filled my nose, causing another jolt of excitement to shiver its way down my spine. 

It took every ounce of willpower I had inside me not to look up at the man now dominating my cubicle. I flip through the packet of invoices, not comprehending a single word. He clears his throat, signaling my attention. Finally, I look up and meet the dark gaze set on his heavenly features. He searches my stone expression for any faults, his eyes traveling down my neck to my low, low cut shirt, showing a.. tasteful amount of breast. His hand's fist tightens until his knuckles go white. “Miss. yln, can I please see you in my office?” He manages to get out through his clenched jaw and pressed lips. “I’m sorry Mr. Han, but I'm rather busy here trying to catch up on these invoices you wanted to be done.” You finish with an innocent smile before turning in your chair back to the paperwork. 

He sighs, just loud enough for me to hear. “Mr. Gyu, can you please cover Miss. yln’s assignments for the day? We have a problem and I must discuss it with her immediately.” I turn slightly back towards him and now it's my turn to burn him with my gaze. “It shouldn’t be a problem since you seem to help Miss. yln out often, am I right? You two seem to be quite the team.” My co-worker looks up at our boss from his beige cubicle wall with wide eyes turned on me. I just shrug as a response, trying to hold in my emotions. 

“Um.. sure?” My coworker says looking between the two of us. “What’s the problem that you need yn’s help and not the team lead?” I look at him with wide eyes. What is this idiot doing?? “Well if you must know Mr. Gyu, Miss. yln thought she could play with something that belongs to me and now I need to give her a..” he pauses, his gaze burning holes all over my body, “lesson. A reminder if you will in what's mine.” He finishes turning back to stare down at the near shaken man in front of me. “Now if you would excuse us.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me out of my chair. He drags me through a sea of beige, as my fellow workers watch us with big eyes. He finally lets go of my wrist once we step into the elevator. Reaching out with the hand that just left me he presses the button for the top floor, where his office is located. 

The ride is quiet except for the thunderous beat of my heart. He hasn’t looked at me once since we got in the elevator. He keeps his face blank and his posture tall. He’s the picture of beauty in his black suit and kempt black hair that is begging for my fingers to run through it. I can see his chest rising and falling quickly as if he's trying to keep himself in control, that’s no fun. The corners of my mouth curl into a smile as my gaze falls to his hands. His hands splayed wide and then curled into a fist. He repeats that action once or twice until he notices my attention on him. He turns to face me. His powerful, burning glare sends jolts of excitement and fear down my spine. He approaches me like a predator would its prey. The frame of his lean, built body encases mine, giving me another jolt; this time to my lower stomach. 

He wets his lower lip as his gaze focuses on my lips, then down to my exposed cleavage. “You shouldn’t have tried to push me like that y/n.” His voice comes out almost hoarse as he meets my eyes. “However did I do that Jisung?” I say clasping my hands behind my back, pushing my chest out, and giving him an innocent look. His eyes flick to my chest then back up to my face. A smirk now decorates his face, sending a chill over my skin. He huffs out a laugh and leans in so his lips are inches from my ear. “You know what you did.” He pauses as he slides his hand slowly up my arm, causing my breath to hitch. “My little slut thought she could entertain some boy when she already has a man.”

 I know exactly what he's talking about. Jisung has been very busy lately and unable and unwilling to give me the attention that I need, so to get that attention I may have caused a bit of trouble… “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out y/n?” His mouth moves from my ear and makes its way down my neck, leaving whispers of kisses in its wake. The ding of the elevator interrupted the moment. Jisung stood at his full height, gripped my wrist once more, and walked us towards his office. 

A smokey evergreen scent overwhelmed my senses once the office door was shut behind me, trapping me inside with him. He released my hand and walked over to his desk, taking a seat in his chair as his eyes roamed my body once again. I mimicked his action. My eyes traveled from his clean black hair to his broad cloth-covered chest and shoulders, his desk sadly stopping me from admiring his lower body. I look beyond him to see the sprawl of skyscrapers shining. The sounds of the busy city are no longer blocked out by the many cubicles and fellow employees. 

Han clears his throat again, causing me to turn my attention back to him, now looking even more annoyed. “Y/n, why don’t you come over here?” He pushes back in his chair so there's room for me to stand between his legs. Debating only for a second before I force my legs to obey. I look down at his relaxed form as his hands slowly run up and down my thighs, lifting my skirt ever so slightly the higher he gets. Heat pulls in my lower stomach at his touch. ‘This is what I was waiting for.’ I have to remind myself as fear and excitement intertwine throughout my body in anticipation of his punishment. 

“You’ve been bad y/n.” He says following his statement with clicks of his tongue. “What made you think you could advertise something that's mine baby?” His hands move to my ass, squeezing the flesh almost causing me to moan. “Are you going to answer me y/n?” He says squeezing again, this time earning him a shaky breath to escape me. “You weren’t paying attention to me. So, I got what I needed someplace else.” I try to make the words come out as confident as I can, despite the overflow of arousal clouding my system. His eyes flash with anger, but his face remains neutral. I cross my arms over my chest as his hands fall from my ass. “On your knees.” When I don’t immediately follow his orders he says, “Now. Or else y/n.” ‘I stand there a little longer until I let my arms fall to his muscular thighs, bending at my waist so he has a perfect view of my cleavage. “Or else what Han?” 

That’s his final straw. He stands so fast that his chair slams off of the glass window, making a loud thud. His hand wraps around my neck, his fingers almost touching at the back. He pushes me back so I'm trapped in between him and his desk. “You’ve pushed me too far this time y/n.” His hand squeezing my throat ever so tighter. A broken breath escapes as a smile tugs at my lips. “You want to act like a little brat, then fine. I'll treat you like the brat you are.” With his other hand, he grabs my waist and slides me up so I’m sitting on his desk. He pushes me down on my back with his hand around my throat. Lifting my skirt with his opposite hand, exposing my soaked panties. “Look at how wet you are for me slut.’’ He runs his fingers over my clothed core, I moan at the contact. 

Both of his hands run up the sides of my body and stop at the top of my shirt. Before I know what's happening he rips my shirt down the middle. Then go my bra and underwear with a rip as well. Leaving me fully naked for him, except for the skirt bunched at my waist. He smirks as he looks down at me. I take him in fully. His dark gray suit fits his body beautifully, not a single flaw or wrinkle in sight. My gaze lowers as I see his… large… erection outlined perfectly in his gray trousers. He must see what I’m looking at because he laughs, drawing my attention back to his face. “Only good girls get dick.” I find myself pouting as he continues to smirk. 

His hands ever so fucking slowly slide my underwear down my hips, thighs, and legs, until they are finally off. Instead of throwing them on the floor, he puts them in his breast pocket. I don’t have time to question him before he shoves two of his fingers inside me. I scream out at the sudden burn. As he works his fingers in and out of me, the burn begins to turn into pleasure. My stomach tightens embarrassingly fast and my chest begins to heave. “Is this what my little brat wanted?” He says as his fingers continue, now hitting the soft spot deep inside me. My body begins to shake as I near my end, but before I get the chance to finish his fingers disappear. 

He silences my whines by sliding his now glistening fingers past my lips. The taste of me on his fingers has me humming around his fingers, causing him to groan. “Did you think bad girls got to cum?” He slides his fingers out of my mouth with a pop. They find their way back to my entrance, tracing the hold with his pointer finger. My hips jerk, twist, roll, anything to get his finger back inside me. He chuckles at my frantic attempts before plunging them deep inside me again. 

“Fuck!” I moan, even closer to the edge. Once again before I can finish his fingers disappear. “Please Han.” I say as he continues to edge me once again. “That's not how you address me brat.” He pulls his fingers out, this time waiting for me to give in. I want to keep the power, but when he lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks... I lose all the willpower I once had. He makes it worse when he moans around his fingers, eyes slightly rolling back into his head. “Please, sir! Please let me cum. I’ll be good from now on I promise!” Saying nothing as he gets down on his knees before me. I can feel the flashing of his warm breath on my sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to trail over the rest of my body. “That's my girl. Now brace yourself.” 

Jesus fuck he wasn’t kidding. My hands gripped the edge of the desk so hard once his tongue met the sensitive bud. When my hold on the desk failed my hands found their way to his soft and shiny hair. Pulling on the silky strands harder than I meant to, I was met with a moan spoken directly into my pussy. It sent me over the edge. I was writhing on top of the desk. My movement was made worse when Han bit at the over-sensitized nerves causing me to arch up in jolts. 

He doesn’t stop there.

His tongue works my sensitive clit slowly while his fingers make their way back inside of me. He starts slow. Gentle movements in and out as my body calms down from the last orgasm. Once my hissing stops and moans replace them, he picks up his pace. He hits the soft spot deep inside of me eliciting loud vocalizations of pleasure from me. I pull at his hair harder, pulling him as close to me as I can. He hums and bites at my clit one final time before I'm almost screaming his name at the top of my lungs, riding his face as I cum. 

He stands before me, his chest heaving and dark eyes on me. He is the picture of perfection. He takes my panties from his pocket and wipes his nose, mouth, and chin free of my arousal. Smirking as he takes a whiff. “You taste so fucking good y/n.” He runs his hands up and down my waist and thighs, gentle squeezing as he goes. My eye goes to his bulge, practically vibrating now. 

I manage to peel my shaky body from the desk and hold myself in a sitting position. My dominant hand finds its place over his dick imprint. He almost winces at the contact. I squeeze his member before turning both my hands away from it, opting to run them up his covered torso and chest. His muscles are hard beneath my touch. As my hands explore his body, his find their way back to me. He places a hand along my jaw, his thumb playing with my bottom lip. His other finds its way to my breast and soon enough is rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I suck in a breath at the sensation. My hand jumps down to his cock and begins to rub it over top of his pants. He practically growls at my action. 

I slip off the desk and sink to my knees, coming face to face with his cock. I slowly removed his pants, surprised to see he was not wearing any underwear. His cock springs out, wetting his white button-down from all the precum coming from his tip. 

Now it’s my turn to tease.

[staywhore]

han request 

The click of his expensive shoes on the linoleum floor, matched the slowly quickening beat of your heart. It wasn’t fear that made your heart quicken, no it was excitement. He was pissed, and that meant nothing but a night or two of toe curling, brain melting sex. 

I'm finally getting back to writing! and I thought I'd share bit more of this request for you!

@hanjisbeloved

[staywhore]

A Good Bad Day

Author's note: This is the longest one shot fic I've ever written. It took really long but I'm quite happy with the outcome, so I hope you guys will enjoy it too! Likes, reblogs and especially comments/feedbacks are appreciated! <3 the idea is from this ask, so thank you, Nada! :D

Warnings: Smut, female reader, reader is smaller than Chan in this fic. Pussy eating, fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, petnames: princess, baby, love. Brief mentions of facial and male masturbation, reader tearing up. Heavy praising and teasing, size kink. Mentions of anxiousness.

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All the people in your life are busy. To be fair, you are too, but the thought of burdening someone with your problems makes you grimace in annoyance with yourself. Especially at the thought of sharing your problems with your boyfriend, the certified-by-all-and-himself as the busiest individual in JYP. 

You’ve just had the lousiest day. First, it was when you forgot to turn on the charger, so your phone’s basically dead. And then of course you were late for class because alarms don’t work on dead phones, which in turn resulted in your professor making you answer all his questions throughout as compensation. You consider it public humiliation, especially because the introvert in you just hate having to talk in front of crowds and not to mention, his questions were fucking hard – you only got 1 correct out of the 7 questions he made you answer. 

Oh, one would think that’s the end of a lousy day but no, no, no. Once classes end, you finally check your social media only to be greeted with rumours of your very friendly boyfriend allegedly in a relationship with a very pretty and basically perfect female idol; hint: his best friend Sana. All because you lent her a hoodie that you forgot your boyfriend bought as a matching set for the both of you. 

Stupid y/n. Now you’re not only having a bad day but the PR team for Stray Kids and Twice, and not to mention Stray Kids and Twice themselves would probably be too. Good job, stupid brain. Way to go! 

If only you could be like Joey in his Dr. Drake Ramoray character and have a fucking brain transplant… how nice would that be? 

Because now you’re just stuck with this current brain that’s just so anxious, waiting for your boyfriend to come home, so you could apologise even when he reassured you multiple times that the little hoodie slip up happens and it’s not really a big issue because they have the best PR team when it comes to dating scandals. 

So, you do the only thing you can do, which is sit in front of the stand fan, on the floor and just watch the blades go round and round, round and round, round and round. Somehow this is the most therapeutic thing you can do right now, and if it doesn’t work, you’ll go and stare at the ten lava lamps Chan bought for you all because you mentioned to him that you like to see pretty jello-like lights. 

You really don’t know how you managed to snatch this man from every woman in this universe. But as much as you think you don’t deserve him, you’re one selfish girl who would never let him go. You would never in your right mind let this man go. Because no matter how much you mess up or how  much he does, he would always find a way to make it work. 

His understanding, although sometimes very anxious, nature is what makes the both of you work. And you want to always make it work. 

But your mind today is just filled with disappointment in yourself that you are even considering ending the relationship because Chan would be better without you, right? 

You're deep in your negative thoughts, the fan just becoming a prop in your mind rather than the distraction you badly needed. 

“The wheels in your head are moving just as fast as those blades, princess.” 

Chan’s voice startles you, making you jump in your sitting position, head nearly hitting the fan if it were not for Chan’s fast reflexes. He has a protective hand on your forehead, keeping you in place as he leaves a kiss on the top of your head. 

He plops himself onto the floor, legs spread in between you so that he could trap you in his embrace. 

“Chris,” you say, wanting to greet him properly but you can feel the heat of incoming tears coming up to your face, so you only trust yourself to say his name. 

“Hi, y/n, my pretty princess,” he says, and you can feel the smile in his words. Chan props his chin on your right shoulder, nose playfully nudging and rubbing your cheek. 

You whine, not feeling so pretty at the moment, especially not mentally. “I’m sorry, Chan,” you corak out, voice shaky, turning your head to look at your boyfriend who now has a worried look on his face. 

“I told you, baby. Everything’s okay. Especially because it’s not true. I’m not dating Sana, my best friend. I am dating y/n, the prettiest princess, my soulmate and my little hoodie stealer,” he reassures you, making you giggle a little at his last statement. 

“I didn’t mean to give her the hoodie,” you pout. “We were hanging out here and she was cold and I didn’t have other clean ones, so I gave it to her. I forgot how fans can be detectives, I should’ve been more careful,” you try to explain your side, wanting Chan to know that you really didn’t mean to cause such issues. 

“I know, pretty princess. I figured as much. But everything’s okay. It’s been taken care of,” he tells you, hand now wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Don’t worry, you trust your Channie, right? So, believe me when I say everything’s okay.” 

You nod timidly, your boyfriend’s reassuring words finally allow yourself to melt into his hold. 

“How long have you been on the floor, baby? Isn’t it cold?” Chan asks, voice laced with concern. With not much effort on his part, he slips an arm under your butt and with his other hand on your waist, he pulls you up from the floor for a brief moment as he crosses his legs and then softly places you on his lap, earning a surprised shriek from you. 

“Channie, you surprised me,” you him, pinching the non-existent fat on his arm. 

“Mmm, you love it,” the man chuckles, burying his head on the crook of your neck. “How’s your day, baby?” Chan asks like the best boyfriend that he is. 

You sigh, not knowing if you should really tell him or not. You know Chan appreciates honesty but wouldn’t push you if you didn’t want to talk about things. But his soft touch, rubbing softly on the side of your waist makes you want something else rather than talking. 

You haven’t had much alone time with him in a while. He’s been really busy, with the new album promotions and the preparations for the world tour. Chan does try to go to your apartment every night, except for when practice ends too late or when his creative juices either help him or mess with him in the studio. 

But times like this, you and him, sitting close together, being literally glued to the hip – this is rare. And you miss it. You miss him. 

“I missed you, Christopher,” you say in a whisper, neck turning to rest your forehead on his. You can see him smiling at your confession. 

“I missed you too, my princess. So so much,” he replies, his big palm resting on the side of your face, caressing softly. “How’s your day been, pretty girl?” he asks, knowing too well that it hasn’t been the best for you. You only post photos of the sky when you’re upset, despite your captions sounding cheerful and only praising how beautiful the sky looks. 

You sigh at his question. You should be the one asking him. Compared to yours, his life is pretty much a million times more hectic, more deserving of attention. 

“It’s been okay. Just not thrilled about causing a dating scandal between you and Sana,” you tell him, choosing to avoid talking about the other things that happened, which now you find miniscule in the presence of your boyfriend. 

“I told you, pretty girl. It’s okay. It’ll die down. It happens,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your nose. 

“I’m sorry, Channie,” you apologise once again, to which he makes a soft shushing sound, peppering more kisses on the side of your face. “How about you? How has your day been?” you ask. 

Chan does a little tsk sound at your question. “We always talk about me. I wanna know about your day. You know I love hearing your experiences just as much as you love hearing mine.”

“But it’s the same thing everyday for me.”

“Yet you always want to hear about what happens at the routine dance practices and vocal lessons.”

“They’re exciting!”

“Your classes and your thesis preparation presentations are exciting to me!” 

You whine at his reply. This cheeky man always knows how to get what he wants. 

“Well, today isn’t as exciting. Ready to hear it?” you huff, still feeling silly because you just know you would start crying when you tell him about your day. 

“Always ready for my princess,” he chuckles, giving you a slight nod. 

You take a deep breath, wanting to prepare yourself. You place the tip of your tongue on the roof of your mouth as preparation, in case you start tearing up. 

“Well, I forgot to turn on the power outlet for my charger, so my alarm.. It didn’t work.. And when I got to class, everyone stared, then my professor.. He.. he made me answer a lot of questions, but I can’t-” you tell him but your voice cracks when you try to tell him about the incident in class. 

You hate feeling stupid. You hate when you’re seen as stupid, especially in front of people. The anxious and humiliated feeling you felt when you couldn’t answer questions in front of a full lecture hall comes dawning back to you, and you can’t stop the tears from flowing. 

Chan panics a little at this. She must have had a really rough day, he thinks to himself. But this is good. Chan has always had to coax it out of you because you would always make sure he gets engrossed in telling you about his day. He’s glad you managed to tell him without much coaxing today, making him feel trusted. 

“Oh, princess. Slowly, slowly. You can do this,” he tells you, wanting you to finish your sentence. 

You take a deep breath, but the sobs won’t stop, so you just turn your body and straddle your boyfriend, wanting to just cling onto him and bury your face on his shoulder so he wouldn’t need to see your face. 

“My pretty princess, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he tells you, hands now on your hips as you straddle him, knowing how you need to be in his hold rather than have him try to make you talk. 

You continue sobbing, no longer feeling the need to suppress your emotions because you know Chan’s there with you. He’s there with you no matter how silly you think you’re being. 

So you sit there, on his lap, both on the floor as he rubs your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

If you thought you were being silly for having these thoughts, you feel even sillier for thinking your boyfriend wouldn’t understand. 

Chan’s your safe space, just as you are his. 

“There you go,” Chan says in a cheerful voice after he helps you wash your face. “My pretty girl, let me help put on your moisturizer,” he says in a sing-song voice, making you giggle. 

You don’t say no to that, somehow the feeling of wanting to be pampered is just too strong for you to push away. Not to mention how the little splashes of water has made Chan’s shirt cling onto his chiseled body makes you pray a little, so that he would want to initiate some intimacy today in the bedroom because you’re too shy to ask. 

“Got it,” Chan announces, jogging his way back to the bathroom after taking the moisturizer that you put in your school bag. His eyes are fixed on your smaller frame, looking so pretty in his shirt and that little pair of shorts that is covered by how big his shirt is on you. 

“Got it,” you repeat his words for no reason, reaching out your hand to get the moisturizer but he pulls away from you. 

“Nope, your boyfriend is going to put it on you,” he says, smiling. You giggle at his cuteness but agree anyway. 

“Okay but you need to be really thorough, need to massage the moisturizer properly, so it absorbs into my skin,” you tell him, redoing your tied up hair that’s getting loose. 

“Your wish is my command, princess,” he tells you but you know Chan’s also thinking about something else, something that’s not about applying the moisturizer on your face. 

You look at him, waiting, wanting to see how this pans out. But when Chan shakes his head a little, as if to break himself free from his thoughts, you frown a little. Luckily, Chan’s fast enough to catch it. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, secretly hoping you would say something that would eventually lead him to at least eating you out. But he doesn’t want to push it. He knows you’ve had a bad day and just really wants to make sure you’re comfortable and happy. 

“Nothing,” you tell him in a whisper, turning to the mirror and turning on the faucet to wash your hands even when it’s basically clean from the wash you just did not even 5 minutes ago. 

“Be honest with me, baby,” he tells you, engulfing you in a back hug. He feels a little guilty for being turned on at how much smaller you are compared to him but he can’t help it. He misses you. He misses getting to touch you. 

You just shake your head, not wanting him to hear your thoughts. It’s enough embarrassment for today. You’ve been honest with him about the rough day you had, you can save your dirty thoughts for another day. 

But what stuns you a little is when you feel something hard pressing against your backside. 

Chan’s hard. Chan’s hard. Chan’s hard and you’re very happy to know that. 

“How about you be honest on what’s happening in your pants there, Mr. Bang?” you tease him, giggling at your own sudden change of behaviour. He must really like seeing you in his shirt. 

Chan chuckles, pinching your side, making you yelp. “What’s wrong with the happenings in my pants, Miss y/l/n? I don’t suppose you want to check it out - or do you?” he teases, making your face flush. You can never get the upper hand with this man. He just knows how to make you putty in his hands. And the hardness pressing against your ass is not helping your case. 

“I don’t wanna force you to do anything, baby. I’m happy to get to spend time with you. And make you feel happy from your long day,” he tells you softly, detaching his lower side from yours but it only earns him a whine. 

Chan raises an eyebrow, smiling at how cute you’re being. 

“Or I can also make you happy… in other ways,” he cautiously adds, wanting to give you the other option that he, too, craves. 

You make eye contact with him in the mirror and your little nod, accompanied with a breathy and needy sounding “Yes, Chris,” is all Chan needs to hear before he leads you to the bed, moisturizer forgotten on the sink. 

You’ll have to wash up again after this anyway, so why bother, right?

Chan has you sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread with your shorts already off, leaving you in his shirt and your white lacy panties. 

“Such a beautiful princess,” he praises you, on his knees, eyes raking your clothed body. God, he’s just so in love with you. And the contrast of his black shirt with your white panties just makes his cock throb with need to rip the clothes off of your body. 

But not yet. He wants to try something out with you tonight. 

“Tell me, princess. What do you want me to do?” he asks, knowing how shy you get. And you just whine at his instruction, making him chuckle. 

“Too shy? But look at you, already wet, soaking through the pretty panties you wore for me as an apology for giving someone the hoodie I bought for us,” he teases, pressing his forefinger onto the wet spot, making you squirm. 

“Channie,” you whine and moan out his name, feeling sensitive. You don’t really touch yourself, not being able to cum without having Chan tell you what to do. And him touching you just a little bit like this drives you crazy. 

“I’m here, baby. Just have to tell me what you need,” he tells you, tone soft and levelled, different from how needy you are. “You can do it, baby. My lovely princess can tell me what she needs, can’t she?” 

You try to nod, breath stuck at your throat. His finger feels so good pressing onto your clothed pussy, your mind getting fuzzy at how hot your body feels, wanting nothing but for your boyfriend to fuck your worries away. 

“Then tell me, princess. Only good little girls get treats, and I know you’re the best girl there is, the only girl for me,” he praises again, knowing how much you like it, and how much he himself loves it. You moan at the praise, feeling good at the thought of being the best girl for Chan, the only girl for him.

“You, want you,” you tell him, trying to spread your legs wider for him to get the hint, not that he doesn’t. 

“Pretty princess wants me? Hmm, maybe you want me here,” he says, touching your hand, “or here,” your thigh, “or here,” your lower lips.

“Anywhere, anywhere,” you tell him, desperate. You know so well he’s just teasing you because he knows it gets you so wet. And it’s apparent how this little chasing game of his is affecting you because you physically feel yourself getting wetter, your natural lubricant flowing in such a generous amount that you know Chan would have no problems impaling your needy hole with his thick cock. 

“Anywhere? I’m guessing my pretty princess also wants me here,” he says, fingers teasingly drumming over your clothed cunt. “Look at you, so pretty like this. I almost can’t get mad at how you let someone else wear the hoodie I bought for you,” he teases, earning another whine from you. 

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, small fingers raking through his curly locks, the fading blue only means he would be keeping his little promise to you of dyeing his hair black – a promise he made when you let him cum on your face and let him lick your face clean, which is totally worth it. 

“Mmm, I sleep in all the hoodies I give you because I know my princess likes to smell me. Why do you think they’re all a little stretched out?” Chan chuckles, knowing that he purposely keeps this information to himself just because he feels good doing these little things to make you happy without you knowing. But he thinks it’s time for you to know that because he only wants you to wear the clothes he specifically stretched out and make smell like himself. 

The revelation makes you whine in protest, wanting to call Sana right away so she would never use the hoodie again until the day she gives it back to you. 

“Jerked off in the new one I gave you too, so don’t give that one away to anyone,” he tells you, swiping your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. “Oh my pretty princess. My pretty little princess with the prettiest pussy.” 

“Fuck, Chris, please,” you moan, mind filled with the thought of your boyfriend wearing the small hoodie that must have been really tight on his body, jerking off to the thought of you. Your man is full of surprises, and the dirty ones just make their way to your heart and cunt at the same time. 

“Look at you, all wet for me. So soft too,” Chan groans, giving an experimental swipe on your pussy lips, making you tug on his curly locks harder. 

“Chris!” you moan, feeling yourself getting so needy that you can just pull this man’s face and bury it in your cunt. 

“Patience, princess. Gotta admire this perfect pussy first, don’t I? Haven’t touched your princess parts for a while now, need to test if you still remember me,” he gives you a sly smile before snapping your panties back in place. 

“No, no, please,” you beg, not wanting Chan to leave you like this but the man just chuckles at your reaction. 

“Oh my sweet baby, I’m here. Channie’s here. Just need to take off your panties, yeah?” he smiles, getting up to give you a sweet kiss on the lips to calm you down. You melt into it, his lips moving against yours does indeed calm you down, making it really easy for Chan to take off your panties. 

“There we go,” Chan says, smiling against your lips as you feel his fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. 

“Let’s appreciate how wet you are before I lick it all up,” he tells you, crouching back down so he’s face to face with your cunt. “Fuck,” you hear him curse, making you shiver at how low his voice is and how you can feel his breath on your pussy. 

“Won’t you look at that, what a pretty pussy. You’re getting wetter, baby, look at you leaking on the sheets,” he teases and praises at the same time, making you whimper in shyness. 

“Don’t be shy, love. You just need to let me lick you up and then make you cum, so that you’ll be even wetter for my cock,” Chan says, eyes looking into yours. 

You nod, giving him a definite “Yes, please,” and Chan is not Chan if he doesn’t dive into your cunt like an eager puppy. 

“Fuck, oh fuck, Chris!” you moan, your elbows giving up on you when Chan starts licking, making you lay flat on your back, hand fisting the sheets as you let your boyfriend eat you out. 

Chan’s amazing with his tongue, as he is with everything else. But his tongue plus his nose nudging your clit just makes being eaten out a heavenly experience you can never say no to. And the fact that your boyfriend just loves slurping up your juices makes you feel like a real princess who’s being served on a platter for the hungry prince. 

Slurping sounds fill the room, Chan’s tongue licking you up nothing short of a man starved, every lick resulting in him trying to reach deeper into your hole, his only aim is to make you feel good. 

And God, you feel really good. 

The way he’s fucking his toungue into you, the way his nose rubs against your clit and sometimes when he’s being too eager, he gets messy and accidentally has his nose buried into your hole but it all feels fucking good that your whole body shakes. No more teasing Chan, this is just full blown hungry Chan who wants nothing but to pleasure his woman. 

Chan has his palms spreading you open because he knows his little princess gets so squirmy when he has his head down between her thighs, always trying to squeeze his head. He usually doesn’t mind it because his little princess is not that strong to crush his head – and to be honest he likes the dizziness that comes after being free of her thighs sandwiching his head, an euphoric feeling that not many enjoy – but he doesn’t want his ears to be blocked because that means he wouldn’t be able to hear your moans clearly. 

“Chris, oh, Chris, you’re so- so good!” 

“Oh God, fuck, fuck, Chan, Christo-topher!” 

“Ah, ah, ah Chan I, fuck, you’re- God!” 

He loves hearing you all fucked out, not being able to even form coherent sentences because of how much you love him going down on you. Chan might be insecure about his big nose but he definitely knows how to make use of it when he’s licking your pussy clean. 

Chan pulls his face away and if you were looking at him right now, you would see your juices messy on his cheeks and chin, shining under the dim neon lights you bought to match Chan’s. But you weren’t because you couldn’t keep your head upright, couldn’t even force yourself to keep watching Chan giving you the head of your life because it feels too good, you nearly pass out from the pleasure. 

“Pretty princess, look at me,” Chan says and you open your eyes slowly, greeted with the sight of Chan who already has his shirt off. What a nice surprise. 

“You did so well, baby. So, so well. Letting me eat you out and giving me your sweet juices. You’re such a good princess,” he praises, making you pull your legs together to have some stimulation on your cunt. 

“I'm good princess," you breathe out, trying to catch your breath from Chan's heavenly tongue. 

Chan smiles as he looks at you, already fucked out without even having his cock. Oh how cuter and prettier would you be when he finally lets you enjoy his cock, lets you take his cock like the pillow princess that he loves. 

"You are. Such a good princess. The best princess," he coos at you, making you purr in delight.

“Doing so good for me. No more thinking you’re stupid, okay? You’re the smartest, most hardworking princess I know. Got it, love?” he adds, going up to face you, his big frame making you feel so small, so safe. 

You nod, eyes staring into his shiny ones. “Kiss me, Chan. Need you,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear, needy enough for him to fulfill your wishes without a second thought. 

He kisses you again, lips molding into yours. The kiss is more passionate, the both of you needy for each other. And Chan channels all his love to you through the kiss, biting your lips just because he needs you to gasp, so he can taste your mouth with his tongue. 

And he does. His tongue dances with yours, making you taste yourself and eliciting soft gasping sounds from you. But gasps turn into moans when you feel Chan slowly pushing in a finger into your cunt while he continues to kiss you. 

Your hands automatically grips onto his shoulders, head thrown back, no longer kissing your boyfriend as you succumb into the heavenly feeling of his thick finger prodding into your hole. 

“Chan,” you moan, chest heaving, heavily breathing at the euphoric intrusion, trying to keep your eyes open because you know Chan loves it when you look at him as he fingers you. 

“There you go, princess. Taking my finger in so well, aren’t you?” he praises, pushing his middle finger in and out of you softly. 

“F-fuck,” you moan, more like a whimper. It feels too good. His finger reaches deeper than yours ever will and it’s been a while since he took his time with you like this, slowly fucking his finger in and out of your cunt. 

“Such a pretty girl with a cute little cunt,” he says, voice raspy, mind thinking of how good it would feel when he has you clenching around his cock. “Want another one? My princess wants another finger?” Chan asks, finger fucking into you faster. 

“Yes, yes, ano-another. P-please,” you stutter out your response, mind only filled with the thought of Chan’s fingers filling your hole. 

Chan smiles sweetly at your response but instead of giving you what you want, he takes out his finger. 

“Nggh, no, Channie,” you whine, nearly sobbing at the loss of something in your hole. But Chan just gives you a kiss to calm you down. 

“I need to get a good look at your cunt now, baby. Need to see how pretty your hole stretches around my fingers,” he tells you, kneeling on the bed so that he can see your body. 

Slowly, Chan inserts his forefinger and middle finger into your cunt, only to take them out again. He repeats this three times, all the while watching how pretty your hole tries to accommodate his fingers, and all the while listening to your pretty moans pleading him to do something. 

“Channie, channie, please, please no teasing,” you beg him, hips bucking to chase his withdrawing fingers only to get playful taps on your pussy lips. 

“But you get so wet and needy when I tease, princess,” he chuckles, continuing his light taps. “Don’t look at me like that, baby. My princess can handle a little more, can’t she?” Chan tells you softly but his tone does nothing to hide his devious act. 

This teasing man will get a taste of his own medicine now, you think to yourself. 

“I- I can. But I need you in me. Nee-need any part of you in me. Need to remind my princess parts who they belong- belong to, right?” you say, the little stutter goes unnoticed by Chan because now he’s just stunned at your sudden change of demeanour. 

Chan’s eyes glimmer with mischief and adoration, his naughty fingers stopping their little game and now changing it to another level, putting just his fingertips in and never more as you say those words. 

“Need to– need to have you now, Chris-Christopher,” you breathe, little fingers holding the edge of his shirt that you’re wearing and slowly dragging it up bit by bit. “You’ll take– take me, right? Make me– make me forget bout my day. Make me take your- your cock?” 

And that does it for Chan. He grips your hand, taking it away from your little striptease, leaving his shirt on your body but resting on the bunched up fabric on your chest, your underboobs showing. 

Without a word, he starts to finger fuck you. Hard and fast, as hard and as fast as your greedy cunt allows him. The squelching noises are even louder, paired with your pleasureful screams of his name and his grunts, his fingers relentless and your moans that fill the room just motivates him to make you cum like this. 

“That’s it, princess. Take my fingers, there you go, God, look at you,” he rasps. “You like this, you do, hmm? So pretty for me,” he keeps on praising, making you moan louder, your restricted hands make the only option for you to keep yourself grounded is to curl your toes onto the mattress, messing up the sheets even more. 

Your boyfriend is giving it to you hard. After all the teasing, you’re more than satisfied with the turn of events. Your hips keep bucking up because of how good your boyfriend’s fingers feel inside you, consistently nudging that sweet spot inside, always knowing how to curl and aim just right to make you see stars. 

“Chan, Chris, God please,” you moan, not even producing full sentences. Who are you kidding? You haven’t been talking coherently ever since your boyfriend touched you. 

“Can feel you clenching around my fingers, princess. You wanna cum for me?” 

“You do, don’t you. Babbling like a cute little baby. God, you’re so pretty like this.” 

“Already so fucked out from two fingers, you’re so precious. Such a precious princess with the cutest cunt.” 

“Cum and you’ll get my cock, princess.”

And that does it for you. The promise of Chan’s cock and the little rubbing of his thumb onto your clit makes you convulse around his fingers, making him chuckle at you lovingly. 

“Good girl, what a good girl. There you go, there you go,” Chan soothes you, slowly bringing you down from your high. But you need more, you need Chan’s cock. 

His grip on your hands is loose, so you wiggle yourself out of his hold and circle his neck, bringing the man close to your face, the sudden movement makes him withdraw his fingers from inside your hole, you can feel the wetness from his fingers dripping onto your thigh. 

“I need you now, need you to make love to me,” you say in one breath, hoping he hears you. Hoping he would let you have his cock. 

Chan might be a tease but he knows a deserving princess when he sees one. And you are definitely a princess who deserves to be filled with his cock and cum. 

“Anything for my princess,” he tells you, giving you a soft and sensual kiss right after. 

Chan lets you go briefly to take off his pants. You lick your lips as he stands in his naked glory, his abs are just asking to be licked and his cock so hard, it bounces on his stomach when he takes off his boxers. Your mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to suck him off. This beautiful, wonderful man. And all yours to admire and touch.  

But when you’re about to take off his shirt that you’re wearing, he stops you. He takes the bunched up fabric and instead of taking it off all the way, he makes you bite it. Now the shirt is between your teeth, tits bare to him. 

“Wanna fuck you in my shirt. So I can have something that you’ve cum in and you have something that I’ve cum in,” he tells you and you swear you’re about to have another orgasm just from that. The thought of Chan wanting to have something of his associated with the act of you cumming is just so hot. 

You can only give him a desperate nod, loving how sexy but also intimate it is to have him say that. Chan kisses your forehead as a sign of thanks, his cock now hard and ready to fuck you to oblivion. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he moans as he prods your entrance with the tip of his cock. Your small frame is more apparent now that he’s about to fuck you with something bigger, something  a lot thicker. 

You, on the other hand, can only moan through the shirt, now all muffled. Chan keeps on playing with your hole using only the tip of his cock, hissing at how good it feels to have you clench around him. 

But his focus is not just on your cunt because now he’s presented with his other favourites; your tits. “Pretty princess with the prettiest cunt and the prettiest tits,” he praises, tongue immediately lapping up your nipples, biting and licking as he has his cock head playing with your entrance. 

Your head is just filled with Chan. The way he’s so greedy with your tits but so stingy with your cunt is driving you crazy. But you can’t say anything. The fabric of the shirt that you’re biting is already wet with your saliva but you don’t care, you just want to be good and get Chan to finally fuck you. Make love to you. Anything that involves him shooting his load in you. 

“Fuck, fuck, I should just make love to you like this. Tease you with my tip, just like this, fuck!” he groans, head filled with only the thought of cumming inside you. But he knows you want his whole cock in, so when he sees your eyes getting watery, he admits defeat. He can no longer tease his princess, not when she’s been so good and obedient. And especially not when she’s tearing up, all needy and greedy for all his cock to fuck into her cute little cunt. 

Chan gives into you, finally, sinking his cock little by little, the stretch so good you let go of the fabric in your mouth, moaning so loudly, telling Chan how good it fucking feels. 

“Oh Chan, ah, ah, fuck Chan!” you nearly scream, the stretch too good for you to not let the neighbours know. “Oh fuck, so big, so big,” you say to him, this time reserving the praises all for your amazing man. 

“Yeah? You like it don’t you? Like having me stretch your pretty pussy,” he tries to tell you in a confident tone but a man like him is weak when he’s presented with a cute princess like you, what more when he’s engulfed with such warmth from a pussy he wishes he can use everyday. 

“Fuck, princess. So fucking wet and tight,” Chan runs his mouth, not caring if he’s just repeating his praises because all he can think of is you. You. you. His one and only princess, one and only love. 

You’re no better. Fingers clawing Chan’s back as he starts his thrusts, you being so turned on that he doesn’t need to start so slow, hips already snapping into you, the plan of making love to you thrown out the window. 

“Made for me, fucking- fucking made for my cock, aren’t you, princess?” he asks, his cock rubbing against your throbbing walls, the tip finding the sweet spot inside you so fast. 

“For you, just you, you Channie,” you answer him, legs that were initially propped up now limp on the bed, just taking what you’re given. Your boyfriend’s cock never disappoints, the girth stretches you out more than you think you could handle but he’s known your body enough to make his big dick an enjoyable experience for you. 

“For me, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. My princess, my fucking baby,” Chan moans, feeling himself already on the edge of cumming but he needs you to reach your high first. His thumb sneakily rubs your clit, and his mouth latches onto your nipple, giving you a lot of stimulation at once, making you cry out in ecstasy. 

Your moans bounce off the walls, your brain no longer computing actual words, just meaningless babbles of “Chan”, “Chris”, “cock”, “big”, “full”, “cum” all used separately. 

“Gonna cum? My pretty princess wants to cum?” Chan grunts with every thrust, feeling his ego boost because of how you’re now just a mess because of him. 

You nod and nod and nod, and with one more push of his cock into the spongy part that makes your eyes roll, your head thrown back as you finally let go, your cunt squeezing Chan’s cock but the man is relentless, he doesn’t stop although you’re already cumming and sobbing at how good it feels to cum around your boyfriend’s cock. 

“My. Cunt. Mine. Fucking. Mine,” Chan says with every punishing thrust, his cock hitting the spot in you repeatingly, overstimulating you a little but in the best way. 

“Fuck, fuck you’re throbbing around my cock, princess. So good, so good, i’m gonna, gonna fucking cum, make you mine, make you take all of it, all- fuck, fuck fuck!” and your boyfriend finally lets go, hips stuttering as cum shoots from his tip, filling you up just as he promised. 

You moan at the warmth, your request of being filled up with your lover’s come finally coming true, and it makes you smile like a dumb puppy, all satisfied. 

“Fuck, there you go, there you go, take all of me, all of me,” Chan chants more to himself, still filling you up, always having a lot of cum to give you. He bends down to kiss you, wanting to remind you of his love despite the rather hard fucking he gave you. 

You thank every lucky star for your boyfriend’s thoughtfulness – as well as for his kindness, and not to mention amazing cock and stamina, not to forget the copious amount of cum this man can provide your needy self. Only thing you have to do next time is fuck in the hoodie that’s with Sana. Some purification in the form of cummin with it on should be done. 

“Thank you, Chris,” you say, voice rather breathless. Chan still has his cock in you, still slowly pushing in and out of you for added stimulation. But his next words make you salivate. 

“Oh princess, it’s still too early for appreciation. Now I have to pin you to the wall and fuck all my cum out of you and fill you up again, don’t I? Need to make sure you really forget about the bad day you had.” 

You can confidently say that today is actually a good bad day. 

[staywhore]

Teeth to My Neck | Kang Yeosang

Countdown~

PAIRING : Kang Yeosang x Fem! Reader

GENRE : College AU, Slow burn, Strangers to lovers, Vampire AU, Fluff, Angst if you squint, smut.

WARNINGS: Reader has anxiety, anger is mentioned, Potential smut in future chapters, mentions of blood and potential gore. MINORS DNI

TO BE RELEASED

I will begin to release parts on Friday, March 11th of 2022. Due to this being an old drabble from instagram when I hadn't been fully invested, it will have a different person and different idols/names. I began this in 2020 with my friend Vanntae helping me. The original was a Jungkook fiction that I will be changing and making progress on. Thank you for bearing with me.

Dates

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Etc-

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Thank you!

[staywhore]

this is doing something to me

“I’m gonna protect you, each one of you” -bangchan 2022

GOD I CANT STOP CRYING WE NEED TOO PROTECT HIM

Edit : Y’all he’s okay he just had a little breakdown totally understandable

[staywhore]

han request teaser 

hey baby its finals week for me but I was able to start your request and I thought you'd like a little taste of what's to come ;)))) @hanjisbeloved

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My pulse rapid throughout my body, palms wet with sweat, and arousal now soaking through my pretty pink underwear, I had chosen specifically for him, as he continued his descent towards me. I kept my features neutral and tried to focus on the pile of invoices from the past week. The click of his designer loafers stopped and a waft of his subtle Versace cologne filled my nose, causing another jolt of excitement to shiver its way down my spine. 

[staywhore]

hey here is a request 💕

could you maybe write something with Han Jisung + jealousy au ¿ I don't really care what, just something w that topic would be amazing 🖤 { + bratty reader maybe 👀 }

ooooo yes ofc darling!!! i love this and I wanted to write something jealously for Han cause he def gives me those vibes! I will tag you once I post it! 🫶🏼