#CB97 scenario

[3rachasdomesticbanana]

Among Strangers | Bang Chan

•Synopsis: A handsome stranger takes it upon himself to take care of you in a crowded subway as you try to evade a man that had been following you after a night of drinking.

•Pairing: au Bang Chan x Female Reader

•Content Includes: smut, stalking, public unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, crowded area, sex with a stranger, biting, possessive chan, brief mentions of bondage and claustrophobia with a surprise ending. (I think that's everything)

an: This was first posted on my Wattpad but it was pretty ass and didn't do well so I fixed it up a little bit (a lot... Like it was so bad lol) and figured maybe it would be better appreciated here.

Part II

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After a chill hangout at the bar with some friends from work, you all decide to head home. It's been a chill night with not too much drinking. Since you live close by, walking home seems like a good idea for some fresh air. But as you split from the group, you realize you're not alone. You start to get this eerie feeling like you're being followed. Looking over your shoulder you see a hooded figure and the hair on the back of your neck stands straight up. At every turn there he is, shadowing your every move, sending shivers down your spine.

Nervous about the idea of him following you home, you hop onto the subway thinking you could hide among a sea of people. With the size of the crowd there's no way he could find you. You're confident it'll work as you weave your way through the crowd, tripping over your own feet in a rush to lose him. You aim for the door at the end of the car on the other side just to create some distance between you and him. You steal a glance over your shoulder, heart pounding, checking if the man is still behind you. But in a rush, you accidentally step on someone's foot, sending a jolt of embarrassment through you.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, cheeks reddening. “I'm so sorry.”

When your eyes meet the stranger in front of you, you're met with kind gentle brown eyes belonging to a beautiful man with dimples and perfectly styled hair buzzed slightly on the sides.

“No worries.” He smiles sweetly showing off his perfect dimples while his velvety Australian accent engulfs you and calms down some of the panic in your chest.

Looking over your shoulder again, you catch sight of the man coming into your view. His gaze meets yours, and a smirk plays on his lips before he casually looks away. Panic surges again, your moment of peace gone, sending your heart into overdrive and your eyes to widen in alarm. The handsome stranger in front of you notices your reaction and follows your line of sight to the man in the black hoodie, mirroring your concern.

"Hey, you okay? That guy giving you trouble?" His voice cuts through the chatter of the people around you. His voice, laced with a hint of concern and tinged with something darker, making you snap your attention back to him.

The dim subway lights overhead cast shadows across his young face, highlighting his handsome features more rather than diluting them. You feel a knot tightening in your stomach realizing just how worried for you he is. He glares at the creep and the muscle in his jaw ticks once.

“He’s been following me since I left the bar. I was too afraid to go home so I tried to make a detour to shake him off but he's fucking relentless.” you explain in a quiet hush.

The creep looks over at you again as if to make sure you're still in his eyesight and looks away quickly to not draw attention to his shady acts.

“Maybe he'll back off if he thinks we're together? He looked away pretty quick when he saw me. I'll stay with you for however long you need. Just to be sure that you're safe.” The stranger beside you says sweetly.

You felt fucking lucky to have run into someone willing to help you, to keep you safe. You could've ended up locked in some damp dark basement if not for this man you thought to yourself. You can already feel the mild tipsiness from the alcohol wearing off and you feel more alert and aware of your surroundings.

“Thank you so so much.” You reply and the man holds his hand out for you.

“I'm Chris.” He gives you an award winning smile that lights up his whole face and yours.

You mirror his smile and take his hand. One shake and you gasp at the sudden static shock that you feel spread throughout your whole body rather than just your fingertips. His hand is soft and warm and your body suddenly feels hot all over as if you drank a lot more than you really did.

“Y/N.” You introduce yourself timidly and he gives a small nod of his head.

The train rattles to a stop and opens the doors behind you and Chris, letting on more people eager to get home after work. It becomes increasingly crowded and you're forced even closer to Chris. So much closer that you have to take a couple of steps back in an attempt to have some space, only for your back to hit the glass window of the other doors. Another stop and more people push in, bringing the creep closer to you and forcing Chris's chest to push into yours. He apologizes, placing gentle hands on my arms.

“If you get uncomfortable let me know. I'll try and make space.” He tells you, placing a hand above your head as the train rumbles along.

“Y-yeah okay.” You mutter, feeling the hard muscles underneath the white button up shirt he's wearing.

With the alcohol completely gone from your system now, you realize that the situation you're in is beyond embarrassing. Your breasts are rubbing against his chest with every rock and shake of the train in an almost lewd way. Granted you are thankful that he's keeping you away from being pressed up against some weirdo or worse the guy following you but still, It's awkward. There's no way he can't feel your heart beating so rapidly. The train makes a sudden bump and your bodies are pushed together even more.

“Sorry.” You whisper when your hands instinctively go around his middle. He chuckles and you feel it vibrate through your chest, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter awake.

“It's okay y/n. You give great hugs.” He says, the butterflies go mad and your face grows warm.

He's so sweet and so good looking there's no way he was flirting with me just now. No way, he's just a really sweet guy. Yeah… he's just being nice.

As the train continues to go on you feel eyes on you, burning a hole straight into your skull. Looking around Chris's muscular frame you see the creep, staring, lewdly licking his lips and undressing you with his eyes, no doubt. You squirm to try and get out of eye sight but Chris's strong hand holds you still.

“What's wrong?” He whispers. His voice makes you shiver against him and his fingers tighten on your arms briefly.

“That creep is staring at me.” It makes you feel disgusted. Your skin crawls the way his eyes slide over your face.

Chris curses under his breath and pauses. “I'll push up to give you enough space to turn around so he can't see your face. Maybe once these doors open we can quickly get off and lose him then.”

You nod at his idea and he pushes on the door, putting an inch between you two. It's not a lot of space to move but you try your best, turning around facing away from Chris and the creep. Now, at least like this, your breasts aren't crushed into him. Only now, your ass is pressing against his front. From one awkward situation to another…. This is what I get for going out after work on a Wednesday. You think to yourself. I should've gone straight home or at least changed.

The skirt you decided to wear to the office today is now hitched up just barely covering your ass. If you can just keep still maybe he won't notice and the situation doesn't get any more embarrassing than it is.

“So uh what do you do for work y/n?” Chris asks and clears his throat. You can feel every word against your back.

“Uh, I work at CBO. I'm an editor over there.” You feel him nod behind you slowly.

“I heard they're supposed to get a new CEO. Some big shot is what the news is saying.” He responds but you shrug. You haven't heard much about the new CEO except for that he's the son of the previous CEO as well as the new owner now that his father is retiring.

“I'm sure he'll be a great boss. I actually haven't met him yet. I don't even know what he looks like” You utter softly sounding uncertain. Would he be a great boss? Would he take care of you? Who knows he could change everything with just one hand.

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The train enters a tunnel and you watch the lights outside in the darkness flick and zip past in a blur before noticing Chris's reflection. His eyes are on you, studying your face in the glass of the door. Your eyes meet in the all the air gets sucked out of your lungs like a sudden punch to the gut. His gaze is smoldering, far too hot to be on the receiving end of such intensity. No one says a word although his lips slowly form a sexy coquettish smile.

“Do you need me to stay with you when we get off while you call your boyfriend?.” He whispers.

You shake your head no, eyes still on his reflection. “Don't have one of those but I can call a friend to pick me up.”

As you're about to open your mouth again to thank him for the hundredth time, the train comes to a screeching stop and the lights in the car go out. Men and women grumble and some even scream. The force causes Chris to slam into you and your skirt bunches up further about midway up your ass. In a panic you tell him and he curses under his breath.

“I'll try to fix it but I have to touch you, y/n. Is that okay?” Him asking for consent to touch you makes him that much more attractive.

“Yes, please.” You say, just as a voice is heard over the speaker.

“Passengers, please be patient there seems to be some debris on the tracks that is blocking our route. They're already taking care to remove it. We'll be moving on shortly.” The voice is replaced with calming elevator music playing loudly.

That's a smart way to keep everyone calm so that no one panics. Only one panicking right now however is you. The feel of Chris's fingertips against your bare thighs is driving you insane. His touch is hot but you shiver like his fingers are made of ice. Why is it turning me on so much when he's just trying to fix my skirt?. The move is too slow to be legal that's why. His movements feel so sensual.

“Sorry, I'm trying not to draw attention.” He explains as if he can hear your thoughts.

Shit you want to stop him. To say never mind and to leave it as is and pray that the train will be stopping soon to let some people off… but you don't. Instead you hold your breath and squeeze your legs together. Your arousal grows to an unbearable high. It's just a simple touch. Why is it driving you crazy? You aren't inexperienced at your age by any means. You've had lovers before but this man's fingers, they burn wherever he touches.

“The material of your skirt seems to be stuck on my fly.” He says and the urge to crawl into a hole is strong. “I can fix it but I'll have to lower my zipper. Tell me what you're comfortable with y/n.” He whispers leaning closer to your ear.

Loose tendrils of your ponytail flutter around your ear from his breath and you mentally remind yourself to breathe. Would it be selfish to ask him to lower it? What if he's uncomfortable with that? This isn't just about you now.

“I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

He places his palm flat against your thigh comfortingly. “Whatever you decide, I won't be uncomfortable. As long as you're comfortable y/n, then so am I.” The conviction in his voice calms you and you give him a curt nod once.

“Lower it please.” You whisper, your voice sounding small with embarrassment.

His hand moves again from your thigh to your ass and you bite your lip hard. His knuckles graze the bareness and you unexpectedly feel him stir from inside his black slacks. Seems like I'm not the only one turned on by the other. Slowly and agonizingly, he lowers his zipper to not be heard over the piano and violin playing through the speakers.

“There. Are you okay?” You don't feel okay. You feel like you’re on the verge of dying from embarrassment and horniness. You can feel the opening of his pants against you and his growing erection pressing into your ass.

“I'm okay.” You lie. “Thank you Chris.”

Out of habit whenever you're riddled with anxiety, you shift your footing which only makes your ass rub against his erection more. “Shit. I'm sorry, I move around when I'm in an embarrassing situation and this takes the cake for me.”

He chuckles softly. “It's okay. I uh, I can't really control it unfortunately. Not when I've got such a beautiful woman like you in my arms. You make it… difficult to say the least.”

You rest your forehead onto the cold glass feeling the blush take over your whole face and he chuckles again.

“If I knew my evening would be like this I wouldn't have gone to happy hour with my co-workers.” Your sad confession fogs up the glass and you close your eyes.

He places a comforting hand on your hip. You're so packed he can't seem to stand the way he was before. His arms are restricted from raising any further than your hips now.

“It's okay y/n it's not all bad. We got to meet after all.” He says, making you smile.

“That's true. I don't know what would've happened if I didn't run into you.” His hands linger and you get so used to the heat that when he finally does move them away you feel cold and shiver under him. He groans softly, sending something like an electric current to the space between your thighs. That sound… you want to hear it more. Biting your lip you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“Y/n…” Chris quietly says, sounding amused. “What are you doing?”

You shake your head feigning innocence. “My feet. It's these heels, I'm sorry.”

Why did I do that? I've seriously lost my mind but why do I want to do it again? The feel of him hard against your ass must be making you certifiably insane. This isn't right. Your better judgment screams at you. It's just your hormones getting out of hand.

When he places both hands on your hips and leans in, you expect for him to call you out on that blatant lie but instead he whispers, “Do it again.” All while slowly playing with the hem of your skirt.

You stifle a silent gasp, jaw dropping in disbelief, yet you obediently follow his instructions moving your hips just slightly. When you do, his left hand grips onto your hip tight and he sighs. His erection, that's fighting itself to stay inside the confines of his briefs, jerks forward against the fabric. Before you can shift again, his right arm wraps around you and his fingers find the wetness of your panties.

“So I'm not the only one fighting temptation I see.” His warm sweet breath fans across your cheek and your body sags a little in his arms when his fingers begin to dance.

Focusing on your breathing is all you can do so you don't faint from his touch. And trying to stay quiet now becomes a struggle the more his fingers move.

“Is this okay y/n?” You can only nod, too afraid of accidentally moaning and embarrassing yourself anymore today. He just chuckles and stops the torturous tango that his fingers were doing. “Use your words baby girl. Tell me if it's okay or not.” he instructs.

“Yes. It's okay, more please.” You hoarsely whisper, voice thick with lust.

Chris doesn't move, doesn't make a sound for what feels like minutes rather than seconds. Afraid that he might not have heard you, you open your mouth to repeat yourself when his fingers slip under the satin of your thong and into your slick folds.

“Good girl.” He says, his voice dripping with sex.

You lay your head back onto his shoulder as he works you just barely over the edge. Long fingers slipping in and out, massaging your thoroughly drenched cunt with ease. He grinds the heel of his palm against your clit and everything around you begins to blur. Lust, that primal urge, it ignites like a flame inside you, pulsating with an insatiable hunger that courses through every fiber of your being. You're so close to cumming around Chris's fingers, soaking his hand with your desire. You want to tell him just how close you are but if you let up on the hold your teeth have on your bottom lip you won't be able to control the sounds you'll make.

The lights come on just as you're about to come undone and he quickly removes his fingers just as quickly as he inserted them. The train begins to move again and you squint at the sudden light overhead that blinds you, breathing heavily. Before your eyes can adjust to the light and before your core begins to crave Chris's touch, you feel him fumbling behind you freeing his cock and distracting you from the frustration of your denied orgasm.

“Is there anything I should know?” He inquires, sounding like he's in a business meeting.

You don't need to ask what he's referring to. The real question though is do you really want to do this here, with someone you just met? What if you get caught? You both could get arrested. You could get fired. But there's no room in your mind for logic right now with the thrill and your need to cum clouding you. Fuck it.

“No nothing, I'm good. This is what I want.” You see his reflection smile.

“Good. Now, keep your eyes on me y/n.”

You feel the tip of him, covered in precum pressed firmly on your ass and his hands slide under your navy skirt pushing it up further. He hooks his thumb under the string of your thong and pulls it to the side. Your eyes never leave his face.

“No noise.” He warns, situating himself behind you, lining his cock up just right.

His cock feels thick and hot slipping between your thighs. You're so wet that there's little to no resistance as he pushes further and further until he's fully inside you. You let out a shuddering breath and your eyelids flutter close, feeling his warmth.

“No noise, remember? Look at me y/n. I want to see you when you cum on dick.” He tells you quietly, his voice more quiet than a whisper.

Your eyes fly open and stare at his reflection in awe of how gorgeous and composed he looks. He looks calm, like he's doing nothing other than waiting for his stop but his hands tell you otherwise. You feel it in the way he's gripping you to steal himself and to keep from bucking his hips into you at full force like he wants to. Like you want him to.

Instead he has to go at such an aching delicious slow pace so that the people behind him or next to you both aren't aware of what's going on. Your fingers long to hold onto him, to anything really. You're stuck standing still with your palms flat against the glass in front of you. Your breathing begins to fog the glass but you keep your focus on Chris and notice how his eyes go half lidded.

The brown seems to have gotten darker than the warm milk chocolate from earlier. One of his arms snakes around you and he presses his hand flat on your belly giving him more leverage. When he starts to move just a tad faster your heart rate skyrockets. The fear, adrenaline and lust mixing together creates an intoxicating concoction. Every glance, every touch, becomes charged with an energy that enthralls you. Your pulse echoes in your ears, drowning out all rational thought.

Chris's thrusts are covered up by the rocking of the train as it speeds down the rails. Your orgasm isn't far at this rate. Like a slow burn you feel it building up. A simmering that starts deep within your core, radiating up and outward. You're struggling to stay standing, to stay quiet now.

Your breathing comes out in ragged pants and your knees threaten to buckle the closer he brings you to ecstasy. You aren't the only one struggling, Chris's breathing is just as shaky and primal as yours and you hear him whisper something in another language before he murmurs “Fuck.” Into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. When your walls tighten around him he curses again and his gaze looks wild.

“Why do you feel so good around my cock y/n?” He asks but you don't dare respond. He smirks, grinding himself into you. “You take directions s-so well. So… obedient.” He whispers.

You can hear how he's losing his control. His composure has melted away and he no longer looks calm and collected. He looks like a man high on sex and chasing the release that's within reach.

“Y/n… fuck. Tell me, can I cum inside you? Will you let me fill you? Use your words beautiful.” He nips your neck just below your ear and you tremble.

“Yes. You can,” You bite your lip again to hold back what would've been a loud gasp when the train jerks Chris forward causing his cock to slam into your sensitive cunt. “You can cum inside. I'm so close Chris.”

“Then cum baby. Fucking cream on it y/n. Shit, so good.

Hearing him lose himself like that is your undoing and you're falling apart around him. The air becomes heavy with the heady scent of arousal, thick and intoxicating, swirling around you and Chris like a seductive veil. Each breath is laced with the taste of pleasure. Time seems to stand still as you stare at him. Eyes wide as you breathe through your nose squeezing your lips shut tight desperate to make no sound at all. Your cunt convulses around his cock begging to milk it of every drop.

The aftershocks of your orgasm shoot through you as he continues to thrust deeper and deeper. His own orgasm right at the edge. His arm tightens around you, hugging you closer to him. his breath becomes shallow and erratic as he reaches his climax.

“Fuck, fuck.” He whispers and he bites down hard on your neck over your fast pulsating pulse, sucking your flesh to keep himself from telling you how you belong to him now.

He bites you to keep the grunts and praises from tumbling out of his mouth uncontrollably. Because something about you makes him lose control. He doesn't do shit like this. He's careful, always planning and thinking things out. He just doesn't do spontaneity. He didn't plan this, it just happened. You just bulldozed into his life and he can’t get enough. What is it about you that makes him desire this cunt he's currently filling to the brim that he craves to make sore and swollen with his cock until the sun rises? Whatever it is, he's already addicted. He needs you in his own space, tied up nice and pretty like a gift only for him to unwrap. Fuck. He's already thinking of all the positions he'd have you in if you were at his place.

You watch in awe at how intense and irresistible he looks while he spills himself inside of you. His eyes hold so much power over you. You feel the weight of his possessiveness in his unwavering stare and it excites you immensely. You find yourself thinking of asking him to come back to your place where you'd be free to move around, cry his name out without anyone around. You're curious how sex with Chris would be in a more relaxed setting. If this orgasm was intense you can't imagine how it would feel when he isn't holding back.

He slowly pulls out of you, fixing himself as best as he can and then fixes your skirt back in place. He places a sweet kiss to the back of your head, chest still rapidly rising and falling. When you blush he chuckles.

“You're a cutie y/n. After all that, you blush from a kiss. So adorable.” He murmurs and you shift your feet. “If we don't get off soon I'll end up going for another round if you keep that up.”

You giggle and look back at him, “Sorry, I'll behave.” You sweetly say.

“What if I don't want you to?” He says instantly.

You blink at him, your face reflecting shock in the glass, and he chuckles. “To be honest with you y/n, I'd love to see you again if you'd let me.”

“Me? Seriously?” You whisper in disbelief.

“Of course. Preferably somewhere less crowded. I think after today I'll be just a little claustrophobic.”

You laugh and even after what just happened you can't believe how incredible of a guy he is. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you while you laugh.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful laugh y/n?” He whispers and you shake your head. “Why does something as simple as hearing you laugh make me so hard? What have you done to me?”

A shiver of pleasure runs through your body and he exhales quietly.

“I'd fuck you again right now if we weren't about to stop.” He tells you followed by the robotic female voice informing everyone to wait until the train comes to a complete stop and the doors open.

As the subway doors slide open, Chris grabs your hand and pulls you through them, dodging the rush of commuters that are eager to go home. With ease he leads you away from the hooded creep that's desperate to find you, vanishing into the shadows behind a massive pillar. You peek out from behind Chris who scans the area cautiously. When the man doesn't see you he hops back on the train, disappointment evident on his face but relief floods over you. Glad that's over.

"Thank you Chris." you say, sending a quick text to your best friend for a ride. “For saving me I mean.”

"It was my pleasure, y/n." he replies smoothly, grinning at you, his gaze lingering on your lips. His thumb brushes your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. "Anytime you need saving, or anything really just give me a shout, yeah?" He hands you a sleek black business card with fancy gold letters.

Maybe you will call him, because you really can't imagine that you'll get the memory of how he felt inside of you out of your mind. Besides, he made it very clear he wanted to see you again and how could you turn a man like Chris down?

After saying goodbye when your bestie arrives, you watch Chris walk away in the side mirror as the car eases into traffic. Glancing at the card in your hand, you see it reads "Chris Bang, CEO and Co-owner of CBO," and you feel a wave of shock and mortification wash over you.

“Who was that hottie?” Your friend asks bobbing her head along to the radio when she stops at a red light.

“My new boss…” You say, still feeling his warm cum still inside of you.

“Also... what the hell happened to your neck?”

[leeknow-thoughts]

Tis the Season : Bang Chan

rating : mature(MDNI)

TWs : fluffy smut, fem!reader, petnames, dilf!chan and the reader is his girlfriend bc I am self indulging, breeding kink!??!?, degrading and praising combo !??!?, slight nipple play!??!, overall pretty vanilla tbh

"Okay we have like another two hours before they're gonna be waking up," Chan says as he glances at his watch.

You find yourself in a set of Christmas pajamas sitting on Chan's bedroom floor with him, wrapping the Christmas gifts for his twin daughters. Chan's face contorts with concentration as he builds one of his daughters, Minnie's, dollhouse.

You had it easy, you were just wrapping his other daughter, Ella's, Lego Friends set.

"Okay I think it's done," Chris sighs and moves to show you his work, "pretty good if I do say so myself!"

You smile, "I agree."

You finish tying the bow on the present as you move onto the next, and last, gift. "Here baby I'll wrap that for you, do you want to start putting the presents under the tree?" Chris inquires.

You nod happily and begin transporting the presents from you and Chan's bedroom floor to under the Christmas tree in the living room. Chris soon finishes wrapping that gift before moving the built dollhouse into the living room. After all the presents had been moved to under the tree, Chan hugged you. "We still have a little while until the girls wake up, you wanna have some fun or stay up?" he asks.

"What kind of fun?" you speak into his chest.

"Maybe a Santa and Mrs.Claus sexual roleplay?" he giggles.

You burst out laughing, clapping your hand over your mouth to prevent noises from escaping. You lean in and place a kiss on his plump lips after you contain yourself. "Only if I get to be Santa," you mumble on his lips.

He chuckles as he holds your face in his hands, "whatever you want sweetheart," he smiles and places another gentle kiss on your lips.

The walk into the bedroom is more of a run, like two teenagers who were left alone together for 5 minutes. Chris shuts and locks the door behind him. As soon as he does that you pounce on him.

Hastily pulling off his pajama shirt, leaving love bites and hickies all down his neck. You begin to trail down his chest, stopping at his nipple, looking him in his eyes before you tenderly take the bud in your mouth.

Chan slaps his hand over his mouth as you skillfully use your tongue on his nipple, alternating between left and right. "Fuck sweetheart," he whimpers through his hand.

Your hand moves down to cup his growing cock through the confines of his pajama pants. His fingers weave through your hair tenderly. You drop down onto your knees. But before you can move to pull his pants off he stops you with his hold in your hair.

"Babydoll c'mere I want you to ride my thigh," he says with the most innocent glint in his eyes, as if he wasn't about to get his dick sucked.

"You sure? I'm fine with sucking you off," you reassure.

"Watching you cum is easily better than just nutting down your throat," he affirms.

He lets go of your hair and helps you off the floor and onto the bed. You pull down your pajama pants and panties at the same time as Chris lays against the headboard. You settle over his right thigh, connecting your lips with his own. He guides your hips to grind on his thigh.

"Just like that little one, grind in little circles, I know that's what you like baby," he smirks as his helps you move your hips against his thick thigh.

You whimper as the fabric of his pajama pants rubs against your clit just right. You speed up your motions, trying to reach your high as fast as possible.

Letting whimpers slip from your lips as Chan works up your shirt so it's just over your tits. All he has to do is take your left nipple in his mouth and start sucking on the bud and then you're cumming all over his thigh.

You felt yourself slipping into that cozy and fuzzy headspace faster than you could stop yourself. "That's it my little love, such a good slut for me," Chan coos as he runs a hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

You sigh with a smile and he pulls his pants down enough so that his hard dick slaps against the bottom of his stomach. His flared mushroom tip is already leaking with precum as he strokes it a few times. "C'mon princess, wan' you to ride me," he whines.

"B-but I don't know how to?" you somehow find your words.

He smirks, "it's okay little one, I'll teach you," he reassures tenderly.

You adjust so you are hovering over his throbbing dick while facing him, "here you go," he says as he begins to guide you down onto his fat cock.

You wince a little at the stretch, no matter how many times you take his cock, it's so big you'll never get used to it. "Oh there you go biiiggg stretch, that's it," he murmurs into your ear.

Once you have taken all the cock you can, you pause for a moment to adjust, "now what?" you question.

"Bounce, bounce like a bunny," he instructs.

You start moving up and down, just like Chris instructed. His tip kissing your cervix every time you sink back down. Whimpers rolled off your tongue. "Oh attagirl, you're a natural," Chris pauses and throws his head back, "such a perfect cumdump for me."

His words pushed you farther into the headspace, where every sharp edge was soft and fuzzy. "Oh you are so far gone, it's adorable," he chuckles.

You begin bouncing faster, "breed... me," you plead.

"Yeah?" he coos, "yeah you want me to fuck all my cum into you, you want your belly to swell with my babies?"

You nod feverishly. By now Chris was also snapping his hips up, fucking his cock into your pussy. You felt him take one of your hands, moving it down to your belly.

You could feel his cock thrusting in you. You had stars in your eyes with a dumb look on your face. "Fuck- cumming-" Chris whimpers.

You felt it seep into, as he kept fucking it into you. You eventually moved your hand down to your clit, you began playing with it. And you almost instantly came all around his cock.

The next few minutes the only noise in the house was you and Chris' heavy breathing. He eventually pulled his softening cock out, kissing your forehead before pulling you into his chest to cuddle. "Merry Christmas my love," he hums tiredly.

"Merry Christmas," you return.

[tyunphoria]

🌪️wearing something that turns skz on — bang chan, changbin

[NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ‼️]

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INCLUDES: AFAB! reader x bang chan and changbin, thigh riding, praise, changbin being absolutely in love w you, established relationships, channie eating reader out like there’s no tomorrow, use of nicknames (hun, love, baby, darling, etc.)

other part(s): leeknow + hyunjin

a/n: i want my own changbin *sobs* also, hyunjin won the poll for my ceo! x reader!! while that’s in the works rn, here’s the second part of this series. may or may not do the maknae line as well? dunno

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bang chan

chan walks in your shared bedroom, his eyes immediately landing on your sleeping figure, curled up on the bed with your leg propped up on his pillow. as he steps closer to the end of the bed, his smile widens upon seeing that you’re wearing his shirt. chan’s gaze continues to travel the expanse of your bare thighs, then lands on your bare ass that’s teasingly peaking from under his shirt.

“so cute…” he cooes, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip as he runs his fingers through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh. The lewd yet innocent image of you has his cock stiffening; he almost felt guilty for thinking such thoughts about his adorable partner. but you’re wearing his shirt… and just his shirt… how can the poor man simply control himself? he thinks it’s almost as if you’re teasing him. the throb of his cock starts to become unbearable as his knuckles drag along your inner thigh. Oh, how he wanted to just bury his head between and stay there in content. to feast on your sweet nectar like a starved man until you beg him to stop. you suddenly shift to your back, legs falling open. the sight is so inviting. your folds glisten with arousal, clit swollen and in desperate need of attention. he glances at the slick left on his pillow as it finally clicks.

“oh, love. dreaming about me, yeah?”

in your sleep, you whine in response as chan uses his fore finger and thumb to spread your slit to see the gorgeous view of how needy you are. the bed slightly dips as he climbs onto the mattress. chan presses a handful of kisses across your thighs, you groan and slowly stir awake. “channie?” you mewl as he drags the flat of his tongue along your slit. “shhh, let me taste you.” he urges you to spread your legs more, grabbing onto your waist, and guiding your thighs over his broad shoulders. he licks you from your wet entrance, trailing up to wrap his lips around your puffy clit as you buck your hips and choke out a gasp of his name. your hands found itself grabbing a fistful of his hair, chan moaning into your cunt in return.

your thighs quake over his shoulders as he continues to suck at the throbbing bundle of nerves. “s’ so good, chan…” you gasp, eyes fluttering. “yeah?” sliding two fingers into your clenching hole, he twists his wrist and drags them over that one specific spot he knows that’ll send you over the edge. “you close, hun?” you desperately rock your hips, breathless and trembling. gushing all over his hand, you jerk and tug on his hair. he continues to lavish your clit with attention while his fingers feel your pussy rhythmically squeeze around it. he continues this until you came undone. you pant as he gets up, shredding his pants and boxers off.

“mind helping me out, love?”

changbin

“God, you’re so perfect—my perfect, pretty baby.” Changbin flicks his thumb over your hardened nipples through the floral apron. A whimper almost escaped if he hadn’t captured it with his lips. Changbin slightly tugs away to drink in the beautiful sight of his darling; he loves seeing your flushed face, swollen lips, and fucked out eyes, spread out on the countertop bearing nothing but an apron.

all just for him.

“binnie, not here—“ he hoists you in his arms, carrying you as how one would carry their bride at a wedding. “Would the couch be more comfortable, baby?” He’ll do anything for your comfort, he wanted you to feel loved by him, he wanted to prove that he’ll serve as a perfect husband. He’ll do anything to marry you, if it meant coming home every night from a tiring practice only to see his beautiful wife cooking for him, wearing nothing but an apron. Changbin didn’t want to admit how hard you’d gotten him with just making out and the mere sight of you. He’s been so touched starved for you lately, having to stay at their dorms and tirelessly prepping for their comeback day and night. Fucking his fist every night to the thought of you riding his dick. But his hand just wasn’t the same as the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his thick cock. 

“c’mere,” his hands are on your hips, urging you to sit on his thigh. “let me make you feel good.” You gasp as your pussy flutters at his soft voice. his thick muscle feels so good on your clit that you can’t help but desperately and pathetically grind against him. “yeah… just like that, baby… use what’s yours.” he grunts breathlessly, groping your ass and holding you pressed against him. changbin loves the way your arousal drips down his bare thigh. “fuck… you’re so pretty, y/n. my pretty baby…” he pumps his cock at the sight of you, reaching his thumb to rub your folds up and down to collect the wetness gathering there before circling your clit. you made him forget all of the worries and stress fogging his mind with just your existence—and as you finally came, changbin lifts your hips up and lines the tip of his cock along your entrance.

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you feel so good that all you can remember is my name on your tongue.”

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[221008]✨ Chan ✨

[imnameimswrld]

𖤐 ִֶָ 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 as 𓂃 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽 ! 🧷 ¹

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expect flowers on the most randomest days. if his friends don't like you, he'll drop them and get better ones. would put every single person in their place if they utter a single bad word about you. makes you feel luxurious, priceless, and worth every ounce of his love. late nights filled with goofy smiles and mindless conversations. couldn't care less about what anyone thinks about you, because he knows the real you. he's the kinda who stayed late after the show ended, despite being the main event, to talk to you, who worked as a caterer at the event. you may feel invisible to everyone else, but never to him; he noticed you the second you past by him.

[quietsimp]

SO I JUST CAME ACROSS THE CLIP OF LEE KNOW FLIPPING SCISSOR TO SCARE CHAN WHICH WORKED CAUSE HE APOLOGIZES BUT I REALLY NEED A WRITER TO WRITE A SCENARIO WITH READER BEING CHANS S/O AND HIM RUNNING TO HIDE BEHIND READER CAUSE HE “needs protecting” FROM LEE KNOW AND READER JUST EXTENDS THEIR ARMS OUT and tell him “don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you”

[baby-yongbok]

Me and Wolf Chan are about to open the rest of my birthday gifts! Can't wait to see what I've got, and I know I'll appreciate it all! 🥰❣️💕

[shadowyinternetbouquet]

✔️ 스트레이 키즈 (Stray Kids)

✔️ 미국 로스앤젤레스 HD포토

✔️ 2023. 04. 24

[pinkcherryblossomangel]

Away from home - chapter 7

Y/N is an actress, filming for her first lead role in the film adaptation of her favourite childhood book, produced by maximum effort.

She bonds with Ryan Reynolds over their share Love of the Korean pop band Stray Kids, and he has a surprise for her.

When she starts missing home and the darkness creeps upon her, her hotel neighbour comes to her rescue.

Trigger warnings- mentions of depression, self harm and anxiety.

This chapter is NSFW

Stray kids fan fic

Mainly staring 3ratcha

But the other boys do make appearances it's just easy to keep to minimum of characters lol

Chan x oc

This is my first ever fan fiction so if it's shit soz.

It's 3pm by the time I wake up. I feel groggy. My mouth's dry and my stomach hurts from hunger, I pull out my phone and order a McDonald's meal... or two.

I hop in the shower, forgetting its broken, so i pull my pj's back on and head to Chan's. But before I exit my door i notice a piece of paper on the floor.

It's from chan. He's handwriting is adorable.

'Morning Y/N. I realised I don't have your number and you didn't answer when I knocked on your door this morning so I'm guessing you're still asleep. I really enjoyed last night, I hope I didn't come off too strong.

I just really wanted to kiss you.

I know it's only been a few days since we met, but it feels like we we're meant to be in each others lives.

If you don't feel the same that's cool, I just wanted to put all my cards on the table. I like you and I'd like to take you out on a date sometime. I'm out this weekend, staying at Hannah's, but I'll be back tomorrow night. I'll see you then. Its a date!

Chris x'

Why am I crying?...

Is this the first time anyone has ever said anything like this to me?

Fuck, my McDonald's is here.

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I scran down my big mac and chicken legend and crawl back into bed. How I'm I meant to go two days without him? God I sound ridiculous! It's been 5 fucking days and I'm acting like I'm in love. I think I'm just addicted to how I feel around him, he feels like home. The comfort of walking into a warm house after being in the cold outside.

I want to know more about him. All his little intricacies and quirks. I want to know what wakes him up in the morning and what keeps him in bed. To know all about what goes on in that gorgeous head of his. I'm counting down the seconds until I can.

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8 pm Sunday evening. I've legitimately just slept all weekend. I did have a video with my family back home. It felt so good to see their beautiful faces! But mostly I enjoyed seeing my cats that my mum put on the call whilst she went to the bathroom. They told me they miss me too.

No one has yet Come to fix my shower. I'll let them off since it's the weekend, but I've been stewing in my post night out smell. I should go round to Chris', but theres two problems with that idea. 1. I haven't heard him return and he hasn't knocked round here.

2. I smell like shit and look like it too. (Very reminiscent of my depressive episodes im prone to, but with out the actual sadness. )

There's no harm in just knocking to see if he's, so I grab my dressing gown and head to his.

I here him talking, but theres no reply. I wait for a moment, he's probably on the phone. He stops talking so I knock.

"One minute!!" He yelled! " I'll be back in a sec guys!" Guess he's still on the phone. He answers, a huge smile appears on his face, he looks back in the direction of his phone and slowly closes the door slightly behind him so we're both in the hallway.

"Sorry is this a bad time?" I ask, slowly heading back to my door.

"I'm just... I'm just doing a live stream." He replies, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Oh yeah your Chans room! I've seen a few" He seems to look less nervous that I'm not judging him. "I just wanted to know if I could use your shower. Mines still broken"

"Yeah of course you can, could you wait just like 40 minutes?"

"Yeah sure! I've waited over 24 hours, 40 minutes won't kill me" I laugh. He brushes his hand through his hair and I notice his bicep flex. I never really noticed it but this man is buff. No wonder I feel safe around him, he could beat up a bear a win. Well maybe not a  bear?

I turn to head back into my room, but he takes my hand stopping me.

"Did you get my letter?" He asks, his eyes shining with hope.

"Yeah I did" I say meeting his eyes with the same anticipation.

" and did you..." I cut him off, bringing his lips to mine. My hand running through his hair.

" does that answer your question?" I tease.

"And all the ones after" He answers, slightly bewildered. "I have to head back in. I'll see you soon"

"It's a date" I reply. His grin has taken over his entire face, giddy like a child.

"It is indeed" He says before closing his door.

I collapse on my bed and open up his stream. God he's gorgeous. He keeps smiling to himself, which makes me do the same. I'm literally kicking my feet and smiling over this man. The chat seems to have noticed too. All mentioning how he seems to have found something outside his room very exciting. He answers them saying a staff member just was asking what food he wanted from the shop.

He signs of with a virtual hug, and now I get to have a real life one. And a shower.

I knock the door again, he shouts that it's open in response. I walk in, naked underneath my dressing gown. I stand awkwardly in his room, not sure whether we should talk about everything now or after my shower. He turns in his chair away from his laptop, his gaze lands on me. I'm suddenly aware that if this thin belt unwraps I'll be stood here bare ass naked. I pull the belt tighter.

"You gonna shower?" He questions

"Yeah, I just didn't know if you wanted to talk about everything properly now or after my shower?" He seems taken aback from my forwardness.

"Now?" He pats on his bed for me to sit down. I follow his direction and sit down opposite him. He wheels his chair closer to me so our knees are touching. A knot beginning to form in my stomach. He puts his hands on my knees. I think I flinch in response because he removes them as soon as he places them down.

"Sorry" He stammered, backing off. I hold his hands, stopping him from backing off too far.

"I'm okay. Its just..." fuck how do I explain this without sounding like a weirdo? "I've got nothing on under here. And well." I put my head in my hands. "I've never been touched in such a gentle way there. I was just a bit taken aback." He's silent. Then his lips curl into a smirk.

"So, that reaction was because you liked it so much?" A raised brow has joined his smirk. I can tell this man loves a good tease. He's gonna be the death of me.

He pulls himself even closer, this time he gently spreads my knees apart, replacing the space between them with his knee. Each second he does this, he's locked his gaze on mine, making sure I'm okay with this. And fucking hell I am. He stops centimetres away from my vulva. I'm glad he does cause im honestly embarrassed by how wet I am from just his smallest touch.

He leans over to my ear, his lips grazing  my neck ever so slightly, inciting goosebumps and a sound from me I'm not sure I've ever made before. He giggles, savouring the state he's got me in. "You should take your shower" He whispers. I snap out of my trance

"Are you saying I smell?" I'm joking but slightly concerned. He laughs, removing his knee and standing up from his chair

"Not at all. I just know you've been waiting to have one. Plus I'm worried you feel like this is going too fast. Cause I am." Chan looked down admitting his feelings. "I don't want you to do anything you'll regret. we haven't known each other long and I know you wanna know someone before you're intimate like that with them". Fuck me. This man may be the most caring person I have ever met.

I stand up from his bed and walk over to him, kissing him on his forehead.

"Thank you. I did enjoy it, please know that." He drops his head, but I lift up his chin with my index finger, "I mean it." I kiss him, deeper than before. I do want him. Just not yet.

I walk past him and head into his shower.

[obsidian-fantasy]

The Wait (Chan x Reader)

Your eyes flutter shut while your mind distinguishes the rough edges of the bark you’re currently against. The golden hour of the day casts a gentle light over your features, you can feel it behind your closed lids; the soft rays bouncing off your face.

Your thumb rubs against your forefinger as your relish the cool breeze wafting through your hair and the scent of your cherry blossom shampoo hits you. Mmmhmm, to be like this forever, your lips tug upwards in thought and your hands nestle comfortably in your lap. Birds chirp nearby and you nuzzle your head further against the wooden surface. A shadow? You wonder as the soft rays of the sun caressing your eye lids damper and rustling reaches your ears.

A pair of lips land on your forehead which make your eyes snap open, followed by a deep inhale of surprise. “Shh, it’s me” a familiar voice reaches your ears, calming the banging against your rib cage and the arms you woke up in this morning wrap around your frame. “Found you” Chan smiles down at you, his dimple flashing while his brown hues shine as bright as ever. You blink up at him, not expecting him to have completed his work so soon. Nevertheless, it was a win for you, you ponder as warmth fills inside your heart, spreading out like wildfire, making you feel cozy, more serene and most of all, at peace.

“Could have warned me” you sigh, relaxing in his embrace and allow your head to nestle against his chest.

“Now what fun would that be baby girl?”, a deep chuckle rumbles, prompting a smile from you.

[dustofinsanity]

𝑈𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝟙

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Chan / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ Fantastic AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 2.9k

Summary: Trying to be forgiven by all the people who hate you isn’t easy, not at all. But try to do that when a witch turned you into a cat and when the only one who can help you is the last person you hurt, the one who got heartbroken because of you!

Content/Warning: Comedy, fluff/romance, angst .

Inspired by: 100 Deeds for Eddie McDowd

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"I'm not a fuckin' cat, okay?! I'm a human and my name is Y/n!" "Yeah... Of course... And I'm Roger the canary." "Can I be Lucinda the bunny? Look, I can jump!" "Are you both stupid?! I told you a witch turned me into a cat! And I hate cats!" "Next time, ask to be turned into a hyena. You already have the voice, by the way." The two cats in front of me laughed and walked away, joking about the fact I should stop the catnip. I knew cats were stupids but these two were the worst! Why didn't they believe me? Did I look like a ca... Well, okay, I did but I wasn't a cat! I was a hum... Oh, sorry. I guess you're wondering what was happening, right? Let me explain. My name is Y/n and, before a witch turned me into an awfully hideous black one-eyed stray cat, I was an amazing girl. Gorgeous, smarter than a lot of people, funny, loved by everyone, cool, well mannered, adorable, kind, modest: I was perfect! Well, okay, I may have done some mean jokes to some people at school but... Come on, they were just jokes. And sorry but, being "a bit" humiliated by the most beautiful and popular girl of the university never killed anybody! Anyway! Like I said, I was just the coolest but a dumb, ridiculous and ugly witch... Yes, ugly! Who wears these kinds of clothes in the second millennium?! Anyway! So, that UGLY witch turned me into a cat without any reason! What did I do to deserve that, seriously?! But you know what? That's not the worst of it! That grotesque woman told me that, if I wanted to return to my true form, I had to find the only person who could help me and also help some of the people I hurt. How could I do that if I was a cat and how could I remember all the names?! Great, besides being awful, that witch was also retarded! But don't be sorry or worry for me, like I said, I was really smart so I knew I would quickly find a solution. Well, quickly... The first day, I went to my wonderful mother's house but she didn't hear my voice and kicked me away, letting Chanel, our adorable white poodle, chase after me even if I told it I was its lovely owner. It was the same when I went to my best friends houses and the university. No one could hear me and, with time, I started to see a lot of wanted posters through the city. The police was looking for an amazing girl who disappeared and, of course, it was me. Then, I went to the police station but... kicked away once again! After three days, I didn't know what to do and, unfortunately, I was hungry, really hungry. I wanted a chicken Alfredo or, at least, a large and rare steak, but, visibly, restaurants didn't serve cats so... Yes... I had to dig through the trash. But the worst was still to come. "What are you doing in our area?" Someone, probably a cat, asked when my head was between a bag of diapers and the remains of an old squash gratin. "Looking for my Nobel Prize. Isn't it obvious, stupid cat?" I sighed, grabbing what smelled and looked like a piece of a two day old burger. Meal in mouth, I jumped from the bin and was about to eat when I was attacked by not one but three cats that bit and scratched me really deeply, forcing me to drop my food and run away. I hated cats! Cursing all the feline creatures on Earth, I walked through the city, trying to avoid all the stray cats that wanted to fight with me and the dogs that wanted to... to clearly KILL me when my feet, well, my paws, became painful. I was hungry, angry and I just wanted to... -Oh, okay, cats could cry- when I stopped my walk in a small park, lying down under a tree. I knew I would have to lick my wounds, because those fucking cats hurt me pretty badly, but the mere sight of blood disgusted me so licking it... No thanks. At this moment, I lost all hopes of returning to my true form, the world would have to live without the wonderful Y/n. It was over. It was the end. It was... It was... Was that tuna that I could smell?! Lifting my head up quickly, I sniffed all around me and followed the delicious scent until a young man who was sitting on a bench, an appetising sandwich in his hands. From what I could see, he was a student but, since I had an eye slashed and blood flooding the other, I couldn't really see what he looked like. Discreetly, I walked around, trying to see his face but a dog barked and made me jump, getting my fur up. A weak hiss escaped from my throat and I focused back on the young man. Honestly, he was cute, even if he wasn't my kind of man, not rich enough to interest me, but he seemed nice. He was bobbing his head to some music he was listening through his earphones and a slight, but pretty smile, stretched his lips. Yes, he seemed... wait! Bang Chan?! Forget what I said, he wasn't cute, he was ugly and seemed so dumb and... Oh gosh, his sandwich smelled so good! "Hey, he can't hear you, Y/n." I thought, sitting and frowning. "He can't know you're Y/n." Gathering up my courage, I slowly walked to the student and sat next to the bench, meowing weakly. But, of course, he couldn't hear me because of his earphones so, I stood up on my hind legs, touching his thigh gently. Immediately, he turned his face towards me and opened his eyes wide, quickly pulling off his earphones and leaning over me. "Hey, Boo, what happened to you?" He asked, pretty worried about my state. "Meow?" I replied, faking badly a mewing and lifting my paw to his sandwich. "Meow?" "Oh, you're hungry?" He then opened his sandwich and put all the tuna in the aluminium foil before putting it on the floor and inviting me to eat. Usually, I didn't really like tuna but, I don't know why, this time, it smelled like the best food on Earth and I just jumped on it, eating fast. "Yes, you're hungry." Chan chuckled, looking at me with a sweet gaze and petting my head delicately. "Who did this to you, Boo?" "Three stupid cats." I mumbled, still eating. Frowning, Chan lifted his head up and looked all around him, asking who just said that but, obviously, saw no one. "Don't waste your time, you can't hear me." I sadly chuckled, shoving more tuna in my mouth. "In fact, no one can hear me since I'm a fucking cat." "Oh, I think I should have got more sleep last night." The young man sighed, rubbing his face. "I'm hallucinating." "Yeah, that's what I thou... Hold on!" I choked on the tuna, lifting my head up and looking straight into Chan's eyes. "You can hear me?!" Scared, Chan stood up from the bench instantaneously and looked at me, eyes more than wide open, not believing what he was seeing. And, I have to admit, if I'd been him, I would react the same way. Shaking his head, he picked up his school bag and started to walk away, mumbling a lot of things like he was going crazy, he needed sleep, etc... Sorry dude, you didn't need sleep and, since you were the one who could help me, you couldn't leave me like that. Quickly shoving more tuna in my mouth, I chased after the young man and stopped right in front of him, but he avoided me without saying anything. So I did it again. But he did the same too. "Ah, you want to play? Okay!" I smirked -because yes, a cat can smirk but humans can't see it- before running towards him and jumping on his back. "Get off of me!" He exclaimed, trying to catch me. "Leave me alone!" "Oh no, I won't leave you, Chan! You're the one I've been looking for for days so, trust me, you're stuck with me, now! And, whether you like it or not, you will help me!" Chan froze almost immediately and asked how I could know his name, which made me sigh. Even if I was really smart, I admit, I could be a bit forgetful sometimes. Then, I told him I would explain everything if he promised to listen to me, to what he nodded silently. But I couldn't tell him the truth because, if he knew who I was, he would definitely not help me. Chan was the last person to whom I've done one of my jokes. But, honestly, I couldn't help myself. I'd learned he had a thing for me, him, this stupid and poor man who was falling for someone so much better than him. I HAD to expose him in front of everyone and make him understand that I'd rather be hit by a truck than dating a guy like him. What?! I deserved better than... that! So! I had to find something else to say, something that seemed credible, something not to difficult and that he could understand with his small brain. And, since I was smart, I quickly found a perfect explanation. "I'm a witch, a wonderful and perfect witch, who knows a lot of things but my rival cursed me and turned me into an ugly cat." I said, getting off of his back and sitting in front of him. "She told me I had to find the best sla... friend to help me." "Hm, hm... You know, I would put a B instead of the W." Chan smirked slightly, crouching in front of me and looking at me like if I deserved what was happening. "A B instead of... Yah! I'm not like that, you stupid dumbass!" I yelled, my fur up once again. "That's what I thought... Hi, Y/n." Stepping back, I stared at him, eyes and mouth wide open. No way! How could he know who I was?! Was he working with the ugly witch?! Did he ask the witch to turn me into a cat?! Was he the reason of my misfortune?! "How... How can you... can you..." I stuttered, making his chuckle as he lowered his head. "Yah! That's not funny, you stu-" "Your voice. I recognised your voice.” "Shit..." "Well, now, tell me the truth. What happened to you?" He asked, coming back to the place we met and putting the aluminium foil next to him. "You won't believe me." I sighed, jumping on the bench and taking a bite of tuna. "I'm talking with a cat, Y/n. I can believe a lot of things, right now. If you tell me the truth, only the truth, I'll help you." Caught off guard by the fact he was willing to help me, I frowned at him, head tilted on the side. Why would he want to help me after the -amazing and really funny- humiliation in which I put him through? Well, I guessed he was stupider than what I thought and explained the whole story. It was the day I made fun of him, I was on the way to my favourite coffee shop when that UGLY witch showed up in front of me, making me scream. Actually, I opened my mouth but no sound came and before I could run away, she turned me into this stupid black one-eyed stray cat that loved tuna a bit too much. Like she said, if I wanted to be me again, the perfect and so beautiful human Y/n, I had to help some of my "victims" and be forgiven by the person I hurt the most. "That's a long hard road." Chan smirked, crushing the aluminium foil in his hands and putting it in his school bag. "And you want me to help you?" "The witch told me there will be only one person who could hear me and I guess it's you... I would prefer someone smart but I didn't choose." I sighed, licking my mouth. A chuckle parted Chan lips, making me frown again. What was funny in this? A witch cursed me and I had only him to help me. It wasn't funny, it's was hopeless! "If you want to return to your true form, you will have to change some things, I think." He smiled, probably thinking I wouldn't see the pain through his beautif... his brown eyes! "First, you should try to be, hm, nicer?" "Nicer?! I'm nice! I'm the nicest girl on Earth!" "Let me remind you something. The day that witch turned you into that, you made me believe that you shared the same feelings I had for you, you even kissed me and after, you humiliated me in front of everyone." "And?" I asked, tilting my head on the side, not understanding what he meant. "Come on, it was fun!" "For you, Y/n, not for me. Not at all." He swallowed, lowering his head a little. "You can't even see the difference between what's fun and what's mean. If you think that humiliating people is funny, well, I don't think I want to help you. Your situation isn't hopeless, you are." “You're rude!" I choked, really hurt by his words. "You're breaking my heart." "You broke mine, we're even." Without adding anything else, Chan grabbed his bag and stood up, petting my head gently and wishing me good luck with my situation and the witch. I wanted to yell after him, to put him in his place, but I stayed still, speechless and mouth agape, heart broken... No, we weren't even! He wasn't a cat! I turned my head towards him but, I don't know why, I didn't have the courage to chase after him, the courage or the strength. My whole body was sore and Chan clearly didn't want to help me. When I said he was stupid! I spent the rest of the day on that bench, trying to sleep a little but, everytime I thought I could, a dog barked or people talked. This city was so noisy. Moreover, I was cold. Then, I left the park and started to look for a place where I could sleep -or die-, following unconsciously a comforting scent. I didn't know that cats had this so strong sense of smell but, somehow, it was pretty useful. Walking through the city again, doing the same things I did for three days, I kept my head down, avoiding all the stray animals I could meet or people who tried to kick me from their way. After few hours, I realised I was in a district I didn't know but the scent was getting stronger. With the last pieces of strength I had, I started to run, feeling that I was getting closer from the smell when, after turning into a a small street, I froze, eyes wide open. He was here, sit on the steps in front of a little old house, his arms crossed on his knees. I couldn't believe it was him, I couldn't believe the comforting scent was his but, when he lifted up his face and looked through the street, a smile stretching his lips when he saw me, I felt safe. Silently, he took a small box of tuna from the pocket of his hoodie, opened it and put it in front of him before inviting me to eat with a slight move of his head. Ears flat and tail trailing on the ground, I came closer slowly and, after whispering a low thank you, ate my second meal in three days. "You're welcome, Y/n." Chan smiled again, petting my head and checking delicately my wounds. "How did you know that I would come?" I asked, starting to purr without realising it. "I didn't know but I hoped. So, are you willing to make some efforts?" "If I do, you will help me, right?" I saw him nod, a cu... a smile on his lips. "Well, I don't really know which efforts I have to make but okay, I'll do." "You're a lost cause, Y/n." Chan chuckled, taking me carefully in his arms and bringing me into his house where his mother asked him what I was. "I saw her in the street and she looks so hopeless, I couldn't leave her alone. Do you mind if we keep her?" Looking at her son as if he was the most beautiful and precious person on Earth, his mother agreed and told him I needed a good bath. Wait, wait, wait! Don't tell me Chan would give me a bath?!

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[choxcosmos]

Wah! It's like you're forcing us to be this way 😭. I am sorry, I couldn't get my mind off the gutter. 😭

And you have the audacity to tease us and try to open your hoodie when we know full well that you're not wearing anything underneath?! You just want us dead.😭

[leo0703-blog]

[ultschan]

[7:00] "try not to burn the house."

arching an eyebrow at chan, you looked over your shoulder. there he was, trying to slip on his shoes and balancing himself as he looked at you with an amused smile.

you let out a chuckle followed by a sigh.

"that's funny because i remembered you set our food on fire two days ago. the advice should be for you." you shook your head. "why the hurry? are you going somewhere?"

"yeah, on a date."

right.

chan, your roommate, is on his third date of the month which should be progressing a lot considering all of his stories after his day out with that someone was always something he talked to you about. he always talks about his date, about how they were such a good person and company, and how there was no second wasted when it comes to them.

here you were, being the ever supportive friend, encouraged him all the time. third dates should be the time they usually make things official— or so you think.

you turned your back on him, not wanting to let him see the disappointed look on your face. you actually planned on cooking dinner for the both of you. it was your first pay on the job that you have earlier this month so you wanted to treat him.

but it looks like the man has better plans than spending time with his roommate.

you weren't that special, really. just someone he met from 5 months ago. he had moved in after searching for the most normal and appropriate dorm near his university, a 15 minute drive from your home.

during those months, it wasn't that hard to have take a liking to chan. he was easily one of the most purest and kindest person you've ever met. on top of that, the guy was crazy talented and handsome. his personality was to die for. everyone would fall for this man.

you liked him way too fast for your liking. but honestly, you couldn't blame yourself and with someone like him, it was really bound to happen. just way too soon.

"have fun." you plainly said, trying not to show the disappointment in your voice. he chuckled and you felt his presence behind you.

he whispered. "i will." you saw his head lean over to the food you were cooking. he was too close that you had to lean back and look away, just in case he looks at you. you wouldn't want him to question the sour look on your face. "looks good. eat a lot tonight."

you nodded. "okay."

"wish me luck!" his voice fading as the approaches the door.

"okay. good luck!" and with one last breath, you heard the door close. your shoulders dropped and your mood immediately followed. "...i guess."

you took your food and went to the table. the seat in front of you as silence engulfs the atmosphere. it was lonely.

you were just a friend, a roommate. it's impossible for him to like you.

maybe you just need to start looking for somebody else.

[quietsimp]

I can’t find a writer that has their requests open 😩but i really want someone to write skz walking in on their s/o crying cause they’re rewatching felix get eliminated (I’ve been a stay for about 2-3 yrs now but i just watched it cause I’ve been too scared and nervous cause ik i was going to cry which i did) and skz panics cause why are they crying but then they see why and and try to comfort them which helps a little and you know that he [felix] debuted but it still hurts so he calls felix to come and comfort and you end up apologizing to him while holding his face and sniffling while stray tears still fall but you end up cuddling lix (member bf is ok with this) and falling asleep(in felix’s drabble he just holds you and rocks you back and forth while soothing you)

It might seem like reader is a little too sensitive or smth but honestly idc that sh* hurted😭😭

[shadowyinternetbouquet]

butt hunter Felix 😁