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lettersfromaphrodite · 1 year ago

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― pairing : Felix x fem! reader x Changbin ― content warnings : smut, royals au, Felix is a King, Changbin the royal counsellor, established relationship, medieval settings, threesome, oral sex, double penetration, lots of hair pulling because well why not, ⚠️exhibitionism/voyeurism idk how to categorize it so don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable with it⚠️unprotected sex, fantasy au ― word count : 3.283 ― notes : once again, for my lovely mami @stressedfranya

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

👑 ROYALS! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix part one | part two // Jeongin

The first time it happened, Changbin was sitting on an extremely expensive velvet armchair in yours and Felix’s bedroom; he was touching himself as Felix was restlessly pounding into you, your head pushed into the silk blankets as your gaze was locked on Changbin’s frame, tears of pleasure occasionally escaping your eyes.

To say that Changbin looked sinful that day would have been an understatement: he didn’t bother to undress, in fact, the strings in front of his white shirt were simply loosened and you could get a glimpse of his tan chest, his leather pants were unbuttoned and reached around the middle of his thighs.

«Touch her,» Changbin’s hoarse voice unexpectedly ordered Felix, which eagerly complied, «make her come.» trying to suppress a whimper, you clenched hard around Felix’s length at how luscious, raspy and demanding Changbin’s voice sounded in that very moment.

Eventually, you came as soon as Felix’s fingertips brushed your clit.

The second time it happened, you were once again in the throne room. Felix was sitting on his throne, and you were sitting on top of him, your back pressed flush against his chest; Changbin was on his knees between your spreaded legs, eagerly sucking and licking at your parted folds as Felix’s length was occasionally twitching, buried inside you and perfectly filling you up.

The pleasure was almost unbearable; anytime Changbin pulled at your clit with his full lips, you’d slightly jolt forward, clenching around Felix, which had his head thrown back both in pleasure and both because he was trying to focus to obey Changbin’s order to stay still.

The feeling of being pleased by both your husband and the man you were both low key lusting on made everything even more intense, especially because of their stark different behaviour.

Felix’s hands were on your hips, occasionally fondling your breasts with gentle movements, as if it was his own way to reassure you that you were doing okay and you were being so good for them.

Changbin, however, had both his hands on your thighs, keeping them spreaded while his fingertips pushed against your skin. Changbin figured out pretty quickly how to press the right buttons to reduce you into a whimpering mess, but simply avoided to do it until you were begging him to let you come.

Eventually, he tentatively nibbled at your clit with his teeth before roughly sucking on it and you came, making Felix hiss in reflex, triggering his own orgasm as well.

«You can suck him off, if you want to.» Felix’s hoarse voice gently mumbled against your skin as he kissed your shoulder, brushing your hair away from your skin.

Few minutes later, Changbin came down your throat, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his left hand knotted in your hair; needless to say, you came again around Felix’s length, his fingertips gently brushing against your clit.

The third time it happened, the three of you were on your bed for the first time; you and Felix had talked about it, and both came to the conclusion that - if Changbin was okay with that, you would have taken things further. That night, both you and Felix kissed Changbin a countless times.

The three of you were kneeling on your silk bed sheets, Felix was in front of you, gently kissing your neck, and Changbin was pressed flush against your back, one hand on your chin in order to obediently tilt your head on your side to connect your lips, muffling your moans. Changbin’s kiss were the opposite of Felix’s.

If Felix’s lips were gentle, careful and loving, Changbin’s were rough, passionate and demanding. Contrarily to Felix, Changbin wasn’t scared to bite your skin or treat you a little more harshly than you were used to, and you loved it much more than you were willing to admit.

Changbin’s rough grasp around your hips and Felix’s gentle touch on your breasts were the perfect mixture you needed to feel like you were on the brim of insanity.

«What is it, doll?» Changbin cooed, pulling your head on his shoulder by a firm tug on your hair, «you already lost your voice?» he said, mocking your sudden silence as you felt his hand caress his way from your waist to your wetness, while Felix was still busy opening you up with his fingers. You momentarily locked your gaze with Felix, which simply winked at you as he was watching at the two of you with a smirk plastered on his face.

Stretching your hands towards Felix, you were about to ask him to touch you more, when you felt Changbin’s finger join Felix’s digits already inside you, the sudden stretch making your head momentarily spin in pleasure.

Changbin’s palm occasionally brushed against your clit as he was busy matching Felix’s fingers’ pace while using his, and you started feeling the familiar sensation of your orgasm building up in your abdomen. Your hands quickly closed around their wrists, as your forehead pressed against Felix’s shoulder; you could see the veins on their forearm as they were pleasing you, and you wish for that feeling to never end.

«You shouldn’t come unless you’re looking for a punishment.» Changbin’s hoarse voice said, leaving a trail of kisses on your shoulder; action mirrored by Felix, which was kissing along your neck.

«You shouldn’t come unless you’re allowed.» Felix finished the other’s sentence, and at once, they took their fingers out of you; you whimpered, looking at Felix with teary eyes because you were so close, and you were already desperate to come.

Felix shook his head with a mischievous grin, as if it was a way to reiterate the concept that you had no say in when and how you could come, before nodding towards Changbin.

«Sit on his face,» Felix simply said before reaching out to press a loving kiss on your lips, and you took a deep breath, feeling yourself clenching around nothing. Looking behind your shoulders, Changbin was already comfortably sitting on the bed, a hand outstretched towards you; as soon as you took it, he effortlessly pulled you to his chest, making you shortly sit on his lap and taking advantage of the situation in order to make you grind on his already hard length, his head thrown back and his lips parted in continuous, breathless moans.

Obediently following the pace that his hands on your waist imposed, you balanced yourself on his shoulders, completely aware about the fact that you were so aroused to partially coat Changbin’s length with your wetness.

Felix’s hard length was suddenly pressing against your ass, his chest pressed flush to your back as he reached out, knotting his hand in Changbin’s hair and capturing the boy’s full lips in a luscious kiss; despite the fact that it was Felix who initiated the kiss, you could easily figure out that he didn’t have the upper hand in it.

Changbin easily guided Felix’s head with his hand on his throat, and you lost yourself in that sight that you shortly forgot to move your hips. Changbin and Felix were kissing with so much fervour that you had to look away in order not to come because of the sight and the feeling of their length leaking precome against your sweaty skin.

Eager to please him as well, your lips trailed a path along Changbin’s neck, his chest, anywhere you could reach without making Felix move away from you.

Eventually, you managed to rearrange your positions so that you were kneeling on the bed, sitting on Changbin’s face, which was licking and sucking at your folds as if his life strictly depended on it. His dominant aura made you easily subdue to him, and you found yourself obeying to every single little order he liked to give you, included when he not so gently demanded you to stop muffling your moans with your hands, while guiding your hands in his hair.

Therefore, that’s how you found yourself pulling on Changbin’s hair in the desperate attempt to stay still and tightly holding the bedpost with your free hand; you knew that Felix and Changbin were planning something, because they never dedicated so much time to foreplay before Changbin ordered Felix to fuck you in a determinate position chosen by him.

It was probably your favourite part, feeling Changbin’s burning gaze on you as he pleasured himself at the sight of you being fucked by Felix; more than once, you wondered about what was he thinking anytime your eyes met. Did he want to be in Felix place or he simply wanted to join the two of you? Even so, you never brought yourself to care too much; despite the experience you were sharing with Felix, you were absolutely sure about your feelings for your husband, and you were absolutely positive that you wouldn’t have traded him for anything else in the world. You found reassuring the fact that, outside of your bedroom, Changbin never once tried to hint that something was going on between the three of you. It was a secret the three of you shared, and it made everything even more alluring.

Eventually, you were brought back to reality as soon as Felix’ finger eagerly coated with aloe - a natural lubricant, was pressing at your hole.

Although the stretch wasn’t painful, the feeling of discomfort made you hiss every now and then, but anytime it happened, both Changbin and Felix would try to distract you and somehow comfort you. Changbin would move his fingers at a different angle while sucking on your clit a little bit more gently, in order to distract you from the pain, and Felix would shortly still his fingers inside you and kissing your shoulders, waiting for you to allow him to continue as he kept mumbling a streak of praises which made you smile, eager to take more.

«You’re being so good for us,» Felix mumbled, as he had three fingers buried inside you and stretching you up; it was the first time you tried something like this, and you wondered if he would have fucked you like that, the simple thought of taking them both at once made you clench around Changbin’s fingers.

«I think she’s behaving well enough, don’t you say?» Felix asked Changbin, and he hummed against your clit, making you jolt forward at the unexpected sensation; with that, Changbin reminisced his previous rough ministrations, the feeling of your orgasm building up in your abdomen so quickly it you were almost shy about it.

«Come for us.» Changbin words were everything you needed, but before you could let yourself go, losing yourself in the bliss of Changbin’s fingers and tongue stimulating you, you felt Felix’s forehead push against your shoulder as he moaned loudly, his fingers pushing even deeper inside you.

Curiously, you glanced behind your back just to see that Changbin was eagerly pumping Felix’s length, now tightly closed in his fist; whether you came for that or for the feeling of Changbin repeatedly and gently nibbling your clit between his teeth, you’ll never know.

It was as if their only objective for the night was to please you, since as soon as you came, they both stopped their ministrations, waiting for you to come down from your high in order to comfort you with gentle kisses, before changing positions once again.

Felix was sprawled on the bed, his hands tightly gripping at your waist as he thrusted upwards, meeting halfway every rise and fall of your hips; your pace was slow, teasing, and you were focused on the feeling of Felix’s length sliding in and out of you at the pace he let you set every time you were on top of him.

Probably, you loved to ride Felix so slowly because his blissed out expression was mesmerizing: his eyebrows furrowed in bliss, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed, Felix immediately looking up at you with glossy eyes and loud whimpers escaping his lips anytime you scratched his chest.

You were so lost in bliss that you didn’t realize the fact that Changbin was pressed against your back before he roughly pushed your head forward, making you almost fall forward, the only thing preventing it was the fact that your hands on Felix’s chest proven out to be enough of a balance for you.

«Don’t be too greedy now, doll,» Changbin chuckled, and you choked on a breath as you felt the tip of his member press between your asscheeks; you’ve never had anal sex before, but somehow, you trusted Changbin enough to be your first.

Of course, now that Changbin was completely bottomed out, you couldn’t help but let out few shaky breath in discomfort, since the stretch was definitely different from Felix’s fingers, Changbin’s length was thicker, and for a second, you thought you were about to fall apart.

Both boys seemed to feel your discomfort, because Changbin was leaving a trail of comforting, gentle kisses on your shoulders while caressing your hips, and Felix sat up in order to do the same.

«We can stop anytime if it hurts,» Changbin’s strained voice was nothing but a quiet murmur against your neck, as they both tried to ignore the fact that you were continuously clenching around both of them due to your attempt to accommodate their lengths inside you.

«Just say the word.» with a shaky breath, you quickly shook your head, glad about the fact that they were willing to put your pleasure before theirs once again.

Eventually, Felix’s lips proven out to be a perfect distraction for your discomfort; as Changbin was still peppering your shoulders with open-mouthed kisses, Felix was worshipping your mouth, and as Changbin’s left hand sneaked in front of you to lazily rub circles on your clit, the initial discomfort gradually turned into pleasure and anticipation.

Felix was once again sprawled on the bed, his short nails sinking in the soft flesh of your thighs as you were moving on him partially because of inertia; Changbin’s thrusts were slow and deep, and anytime your hips moved, you could feel the exact spot inside you where their lengths would almost brush against each other, immediately making them moan because of the feeling.

Changbin pulled on your hair again, making your head rest on his shoulder as he kept his thrusts as gentle as possible, aware that you’ve never tried it and not wanting to hurt you. Despite his desire to ruin you, he wanted you to enjoy it, so that you could do it again, and again.

Felix’s lips eagerly closed around your nipple as his hands fondled with your breasts, making you clench around both of them, as your hands snaked one into Felix’s blonde hair, and the other into Changbin’s brown locks. Felix would occasionally move his hips upwards, eventually finding a rhythmical pace complemental to Changbin’s one.

It was a strange sensation; despite the fact that everything you could do was let out chocked moans, whimpers, incoherent pleads, and you felt yourself continuously drowning in pleasure, despite the fact that both boys were so deliciously and perfectly stimulating you and you were filled to the brim, still, somehow, you wanted more.

«Is this the best you can do?» you managed to whimper, your only goal was to rile Changbin up; he simply scoffed at you, his hips moving a little more roughly for a moment, just enough to make you jolt into Felix’s awaiting arms. The younger was still teasing your clit, stopping anytime he felt your moans get a little too loud.

«I don’t know, doll,» Changbin scoffed, tilting your head toward his as he stilled his lips, «you seem already fucked out, to me.» his lips eventually found yours in a messy and passionate kiss, his hips grinding against yours just to accentuate the stretch, and his mouth obediently swallowing any and every needy moan escaping your lips.

The stimulation of Changbin’s hips slowly grinding in circles against you, Felix’s length filling you up and his mouth worshipping your skin was probably about to make you go insane with desire, making you wonder how did you manage not to come, yet.

However, Felix, being the best husband in the world and now completely used to read you like an open book, had quickly catched up with your intentions, his length twitching inside you at the mere thought.

«Yeah,» Felix’s voice mumbled, reaching up to hold your chin, before guiding your lips toward his, while his gaze was locked with Changbin’s, «Want me to fuck her, instead?» Felix’s lips were on yours as the boys kept holding each other gaze, but you were too far gone to notice.

«And I thought that the only brat I had to tame was the Princess,» you heard Changbin scoff, goosebumps erupting on your skin in anticipation, «Looks like I’m gonna have even more fun.» with that, Changbin pushed Felix on his back with a simple move, and you fell with him; your hands were next to his head, caging his frame, and you shared a brief complice smile before Changbin decided to finally forget about any inhibition he might have had until few moments earlier.

Changbin’s pace was slightly faster than before, but his strokes were definitely rougher, giving you the impression that his length was sliding even deeper inside you. Both his hands were tightly gripping at your waist, keeping you still enough in order not to move off Felix’s length; you closed your eyes, imagining him once again with his head thrown back as he bit his lip – a habit he frequently had when he was about to come.

Felix started moving his hips once again, his pace mimicking Changbin’s, and you were reduced into nothing but a whimpering mess, you couldn’t for any coherent thoughts. Changbin roughly yanked you upwards by pulling on your hair, pressing you flush against his chest.

«Not so talkative anymore?» Changbin moaned sinfully against your ear, before eventually, Felix called for his attention; Changbin immediately allowed him to come, and Felix released inside you, his back arched and his short nails diving into your thighs.

After Felix came back from his high, the attention was focused on you once again; Felix was now praising you, eyes glossy because of his post orgasm state and continuous stimulation.

«Come for us, love.» Felix’s voice was as deep as the sea and as sweet as honey, his hands reaching out to caress your face as you were doing everything you could not to come without them allowing you to.

«Yes, come for us, doll.» Changbin cooed; his stone of voice making his words appear more as an order; your vision blurred, your orgasm washing over you and making you fall against Felix’s chest in exhaustion. Changbin quickly moved his length out of you, just to come on your lower back with a strained moan.

The three of you almost immediately fell into the bed in a sweaty, messy tangle of limbs, at the point you didn’t know where you ended and they began.

«Well, Seo,» Felix’s content voice broke the silence of your cuddles, as he propped himself on his elbow, «I officially forbid you to get married.» you quickly furrowed your brows, before eventually erupting into a streak of tired giggles. The two of you re-arranged your positions so that you would both cuddle on Changbin’s toned chest.

«What have I gotten myself into?» you heard him mumble with an amused tone, his voice signalling that he was ready to drift off to slip, and the tree of you erupted into soft, content giggles.

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kaiso-woo · 1 year ago

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Merry Chris-mas! (Felix Never Bad)

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PART 14 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 4.3k | Synopsis: Merry Christmas!! With Skz, and their girlfriends, at your house. Most of the relationships may seem out of the blue, but I kind of just randomly threw names at the screen.

Chris + Reader Minho + Jinhee Jisung + Suhwa Changbin + Kirsten Hyunjin + Soraya Seungmin + Yeonjoo Jeongin + Ashley Felix + N/A (for now - c'mon someone had to be single)

Notes: Fluff, Suggestive, Established Relationships (Everywhere) Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - REFERENCES BUT NOT EXPLICITLY MENTIONED

PART 14

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

Chris slid himself back under the covers, shivering slightly as the cold sheets embrace him, and wriggles himself up to snuggle in behind you, a ridiculous smile on his face. Slowly, he eases one of his warm hands across your body, wrapping it around you protectively, and places a fragile kiss between your shoulder blades. You shift slightly in his hug unconsciously, naturally moulding yourself to his body.

Chris sighs and rubs his nose adoringly into the back of your neck, inhaling the comfort that is your scent. You squirm again, and he can’t help but let a devilish smirk take over his lovesick expression. Tantalisingly, he begins his morning wake up routine, kissing the back of your head, neck and shoulder tenderly.

You groan, trying to pull yourself out of your sleepy state, and roll over onto your back. Chris doesn’t stop his kisses, working with the movement of your body to crawl on top of you, sitting up on his knees. With the ease of an adoring husband who’s done this many times over, he trails his kisses into the inside of your neck, caressing your body lovingly.

You yawn and instinctively knot a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp to let him know you’re properly awake. You can feel him smile against your skin, his warm breath tickling you. “Merry Christmas baby…” he murmurs, shifting up to place a swift kiss on your nose, and then a longer one on your lips.

“Merry Christmas sunshine,” you grin back, linking your arms around his neck and pulling him down to crush you in a soft hug. His amused laugh at your greeting is just one of the many things about him that make your heart swell.

“Sunshine? Me? Other way around today?” He giggles, effectively burrowing himself into you. You hum quietly and kiss the top of his head, relishing in the way his curls brush your face, “If there’s anything more beautiful than the sunrise to wake up to, it’s you.”

Chris inhales sharply and squeezes you tightly, “You’re so cheesy.” At this, you laugh and push him off you, eager to get out of bed and start the day, “I wonder where I got it from.”

Chris rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning like an idiot, and follows you to the bathroom. Predicting his movements accurately, you snatch at one of his hoodies on the way, swivel around and press it to his chest just as he moves to snag you in a back hug.

He takes it from you, a little surprised as you nonchalantly disappear into the bathroom. When he follows, you shake your head as he holds up the hoodie questioningly and puts it down on a shelf.

“What’s the hoodie for?” He mumbles, pressing himself close behind you, going in for that hug you had just recently dodged. You stare at your reflections in the mirror, smiling softly as he plants his head on your shoulder and sways slightly with the particles of the sun filtering through the window.

“The hoodie is for you to wear Mr Bahng,” you huff as you put toothpaste on your toothbrush and run the tap. “You’re not wearing a shirt,” he whines, his hands fiddling with the lining of your bra.

“It was hot last night. I sleep with a human heater wrapped around me too,” you mumble with your mouth full of toothpaste bubbles. “Yeah and guess what that did to my brain…” he grins, kissing your shoulder teasingly, his eyes locked to yours through the reflection.

“Your brain or your-” “Oh shut up,” he laughs, forehead clashing with your shoulder, “I can’t defeat you in anything anymore.”

You spit out your toothpaste, Chris refusing to remove himself from you and henceforth making it slightly difficult. Then with a waddle and a shimmy, you snatch his abandoned hoodie from the shelf, “If you aren’t going to put this on then I will.”

He nods in acceptance and pulls away to leave you be, turning to brush his own teeth. “What do you feel like for breakfast?” You yell from over by your bed; you’re busying yourself with neatening the bedsheets.

“You’re not making me breakfast, honey,” he sighs exasperatedly, emerging from the bathroom. He’s managed to run a comb through his hair, but he’s still naked from the waist up.

“Why not?” You frown, throwing a pillow into its place indignantly. He raises his eyebrows and steps towards the bedroom door, his hand resting on the doorknob. “What day is it today, hm?” He asks instead, and you pull a face at him. “It’s Christmas, but that doesn’t mean I can’t-”

Chris flings the door open and gestures for you to come closer with a flick of his head. Puzzled, you trudge over to him, eyeing his soft smirk.

“Merry Christmas!!”

You flinch in surprise as a dozen or so people yell at you from in the living room, bouncing around and hugging each other happily, decked out in Christmas gear and accessories. Your mouth falls open at the sight of their grinning faces, head whipping from your husband to the band of chaotic people.

Ashley scampers over and snatches at your wrist, tugging you over to join everyone by the couch. “What are you doing in my house?!” You yell, but your words are contradictory to the way you pull each of them into an excited hug. The Stray Kids members are all here, clutching presents, or girlfriends, or food, or all three.

Jeongin drifts over to stand at Ashley’s shoulder, and with his dimpled smile, hands you a present. “Awh thank you Innie,” you grin, turning away to put it under the Christmas tree. This begins the procession of trading Christmas gifts, everyone swarming the tree to put them down amidst joyous chatter over the top of one another. There are conversations flying everywhere. “How have you been?” “Feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” “Where’d you get the dress from? It’s so pretty.” “Hyunjin bought it for me.” “Ashley and Jeongin made breakfast!!” “It smells so good, waffles and pancakes?” “Always a classic.” “How’s Minho~?” “What do you mean- ask him yourself, he’s right here.” “Yah! We’re both literally taken.” “Oh true, but Suhwa and I believe in Minsung just as much as any other.” “Hey, you fucking traitor come back here.”

“Changbin! Where’s Kirsten at?” “She had something to take care of in town, but she’ll be here soon!” “Good. The whole family is supposed to be here.” “Seungmin… the whole family.” “Yeah yeah I know.” “When’re you going to introduce her? She could be here celebrating with us right now.” “She wants to keep it under wraps for now, and so do I.” “Why? You think we’ll scare her off?” “No…” “Oh you so do.” “‘Lix what’re you doing in the kitchen?” “Get out of my pantry and tell us about your latest date? Yay or nay?” “Absolutely nay, to both. I’m staying in the pantry- where the fuck is your flour mate? I wanna bake some cookies.”

You sit back on your heels, admiring the smiley faces and obnoxious chatter from underneath the Christmas tree. Everyone’s catching up with each other, teasing and laughing. Skz had disbanded a while ago now, and as you search the crowd for Chris, your heart aches slightly with the realisation that this is the first Christmas you’ve spent with your husband properly.

No stress from music production, no schedule. Just freedom. You spot him still standing where you left him: leaning on the doorframe of your bedroom, his arms crossed over his woefully exposed chest, head tilted with the adoration of a father-figure watching his self-made family converse. Your smile mirrors his own, and when he finally locks eyes with you, it only widens. Chris offers you a wink and goes back to perusing the gathering.

“Oi, Hyunjin don’t just ignore your girl,” Chris calls with a reprimanding frown. “What?!” The man in question yells back, looking around in confusion. “Soraya’s trying to talk to you, turn around you goose,” Chris laughs, pushing himself off the doorframe to join the pandemonium. “Raya babe, I am so sorry I didn’t hear you, I swear- I can’t hear my own thoughts.” “Relax Jinnie, I just wanted you to drink some water, you said you were thirsty in the car earlier.”

“Mr Bahng would you put on a god damn shirt for once in your life.” “Why does everyone keep calling me Mr Bahng, for fucks sake.” “Because it’s your name, Mr Bahng.” “Okay Mr Han, no breakfast for you.” “WHERE’S YOUR SHIRT? Why are you half naked when there are women present.” “I’m shirtless around you lot all the time. It means I’m comfortable. Are any women uncomfortable with the fact that I am shirtless?” “Nah.” “Nope.” “It’s whatever.” “I’ve seen better.”

You snort and try your best to keep your expression neutral at Ashley’s final comment, but Chris turns towards you, ever so fine tuned to listen out for you.

“Oh you think you’ve seen better too?” He asks playfully. “No- Ashley’s basically just admitted to seeing Jeongin naked.” “Hey hang on, we’re talking about your husband being shirtless right now, not naked. I admitted to seeing Innie without a shirt,” Ashley grimaces, but her face has gone pink.

“I mean- you have seen me naked before,” Jeongin pipes up, and he holds his hands up in defence as Ashley turns to whack him. “Where’d you get your courage from?” She scowls but Jeongin merely pulls her into a rough hug, his grin immaculate.

At that moment, Kirsten, Changbin’s girlfriend bursts into the room, her car keys jangling in her hands. “Jesus Christ,” is the first thing she says as she walks over and pecks Changbin on the cheek, “It’s not enough to have Bin shirtless at home all the time and now Chan's too comfortable?”

At this, Chris throws his hands up in the air and rolls his eyes, “Fine fine, jagiya… I want my hoodie back.” “It’s too hot for you though,” you grin.

“Don’t make me take it off you,” he threatens, walking over and leaning over you with his hand outstretched. “Is that a challenge?” “Only if you turn it into one.” “Oh then you’re on.”

This chaos died down after some time, with everyone settling in to eat breakfast on the couch, or at the dining table, still laughing and still chattering. Chris had, of course, quite forcefully wrangled his hoodie off you, peppering you with kisses as somewhat of an apology, and you had to swiftly retreat back to your room to find one of your own shirts.

This… was what the Skz Family was like. It wasn’t often that you all managed to gather in one place. Everyone had their own lives. Seungmin fell prey to the peer pressures of everyone around him, and eventually called Yeonjoo. She met you all later on in the day, and received nothing short of a raucous welcome. Much to Seungmin’s surprise, despite her quiet personality, she warmed up to everyone swiftly. How could you not?

Although Felix has yet to find a forever partner, he’s still as happy as ever. Besides, you don’t need to have a lover to live a fulfilling life, and the only reason he goes out on the dates (that the Skz Family have set up) is to satisfy everyone else. He wholeheartedly believes that he’ll find them when he finds them.

You and Chris are the only wedded couple as of now, so Felix wasn’t too far behind - not that it was a competition.

You’re in the middle of baking cookies with Felix, expression permanently caught in a smile at the sound of the loud singing in the lounge room. You could never escape a bit of karaoke. Felix slides over the bowl of cookie dough and talks you through the next step, before turning away to continue the pavlova he was making. You’re chatting with him happily about anything and everything, when he changes topic mid-sentence. “Yeah anyways, I might have to purchase a better CPU- oop heads up,” he grins, his freckles shifting upwards with the movement of his mouth.

You jump a little as two arms snake around your waist, and laugh as Chris opens his mouth, silently asking for a chocolate chip. You were about to add some into the bowl to fold into the dough. You pour out a couple and feed them to him one by one, his eyes lighting up as the sweet melts on his tongue.

“And, what are you doing here mister? Felix and I are busy,” you chide. Chris snuggles further into you, his jaw digging into your shoulder slightly as he chews. “Mine,” is all he utters and you turn back to your baking with a dry chuckle. “That was established a long time ago Christopher.”

“YONGBOK! YOUR SONG IS UP NEXT!!” Jinhee, Minho’s girlfriend, shouts and Felix yells back, his eyes never leaving the mixture between his arms. “Okay! Wanna continue this pavlova for me?” “I will once Minho stops clinging to me like a cat! Give me a second!” “Where are you going? Being a traitor again?”

The next ten minutes are spent with you trying to divide your attention between your baking and stopping your brat of a husband from eating all the cookie dough from the bowl. Even when Jinhee arrives to continue Felix’s pavlova, she can do absolutely nothing to stop the man from making your life difficult.

“Are you two married or what? I see no ‘married couple arguing’. Don’t tell me that’s just a myth. It looks more like lovey dovey vomit-inducing romance.”

“You think we aren’t married?” You ask, sliding the bowl away from Chris for the umpteenth time, “Christopher get your paws out of Felix’s baking.” “He doesn’t mind.” “I mind,” you finish, turning away for a second to turn the oven on, only to have to lunge back for the bowl because Chris has nicked it again.

“Jinhee~ help me please~” You whine, and she picks up the nearest wooden spoon and whacks his hand sharply. “Okay, here’s the deal baby, you either let me eat some of this or I eat you out later,” Chris wolfishly demands, clutching the bowl close like a child and eyeing Jinhee with her dangerous spoon warily.

“Chris,” you sigh, as you fiddle with the oven, “Keep your unholy mind to yourself.” Jinhee’s dark chuckles do nothing to ease your embarrassment, “I think I know where Minho get’s his dirty talk from.”

“Sorry?!” You and Chris both turn to Jinhee in surprise. She shrugs, her eyes glimmering, “You could say like father like son.” “I didn’t need to know any of that,” you groan, whacking your head on the bench from where you’re squatting.

“Revenge!” Jinhee gleefully yells, waving her wooden spoon dramatically in the air. “First of all, I have not taught that man a damn thing about dirty talk. Second, what’s his go to? He’s probably smoother with it.” “CHRISTOPHER!”

Finally, everyone’s gathered around the Christmas tree to open up the presents. Once news of Yeonjoo’s last minute arrival was confirmed, it was unanimously decided that they would wait for her to arrive. She had her own presents sitting under the tree too - even though she hadn’t been formally introduced, she had long since been considered a part of the family. You women had taken it into your own hands to ensure Yeonjoo didn’t just receive generic gifts, hassling Seungmin whenever you could for details and information.

Felix has his camera out and is taking happy snaps of everyone. He’s adamant on opening his presents last, preferring instead to take pictures of the family he’s fond of. There’s a whole manner of presents being opened; chocolates, clothes, gadgets, remote control devices, jewellery, vouchers, bags, beanies, even the occasional gag gift.

You’re a little nervous as Ashley picks up her gift from you, shifting anxiously in Chris’ lap. Immediately he grabs your waist and whispers breathily in your ear, “You better stop moving honey, before I kick everyone out of our house.”

You scoff and wriggle further into him, trying to get comfortable again, “You wouldn’t even kick them out.” With a playful kiss below your earlobe he breathes back, “Keep moving and we’ll find out.”

You press your finger to your lips to encourage him to shut up, and do your best to sit still, instead fidgeting with your hands. “Yeobo,” Chris hums, reaching over to grab your hands, “It’s okay, the gift is just as perfect as you.” “Real smooth. She’ll appreciate it regardless, I know. I technically didn’t pick it out for her though, so…”

Ashley finally rips open the packaging and reads out the book title in surprise, “10 Ways to Turn Your Boyfriend into Your Husband?” After a pause in which the entire room quietens, Ashley’s face breaks out into a grin, “Yang Jeongin~ I think you should be reading this, not me~” she sings, crawling over to him smacking him lightly over the head with it.

You can feel Chris tense around you, you’re not sure why though. The eyes of the Stray Kids members swivel over to you, and Chris laughs quietly. “You bought this for Ashley?” Changbin asks, to which you slowly nod. “Hyung, does your wifey know?” Hyunjin quizzes, pushing himself to his feet and putting his hands on his hips. “Awh nah. What’s spoken between the men stay within the men,” Chris states calmly, his hands absently rubbing circles on yours.

Jeongin chuckles a little nervously, and Seungmin elbows him not so subtly. All the women of the house are looking at their respective partners with curiosity, the news that the men had secrets kept to themselves startling them. “No way…” you breathe quietly, so only Chris can hear. You think… you know what’s... about to go down.

“Jeongin… I think now’s your chance,” Chris smiles encouragingly, and after a deep breath Jeongin pushes himself up onto one knee, and extricates a ring box from the depths of his cargo pants.

The squeals from all the women almost makes your eardrums explode, but you can’t frown on them - you’re probably the loudest. “Yes,” Ashley declares, even before Jeongin has uttered a word. “Hang on,” Minho growls, and Jisung finishes his statement, “Let the man speak.”

The man is sporting a shy grin and a delicate blush, and after another little chuckle, looks Ashley in the eye and says, “Do me the honour of sharing my last name?”

Ashley’s laugh is half scream, half giggle. She quietly whispers yes again, before she launches herself at Jeongin, toppling the both of them to the ground. Finally, the Skz Members cheer in celebration, shuffling over to pat Jeongin on the back and ruffle his hair once the recently engaged sit up again.

“Jeongin didn’t know how he was going to propose,” Chris speaks, dragging your attention to him, “So he came to us.” “Wait everyone shut up, I want to hear this,” Suhwa (Jisung’s gf) yells. She had been sitting on the couch next to you, sipping an Iced Americano while she video-recorded the entire Christmas present opening session.

The crowd turns towards you and Chris, and you sink further into his lap so they can all see him. “He’s had that ring on him for like a week. I was the one who suggested he keep it with him.”

“I didn’t want to risk another Y/N happening, so it was a good idea,” Jeongin bashfully smiles, and you scoff in disbelief. “What, didn’t want Ashley to nick the ring and propose to you herself?” Jinhee chortles from her position sitting on one of Minho’s knees.

“But I did like how Chan hyung kind of proposed out of the blue. It sounded more natural,” Jeongin rebuked. “So… all he had to do was wait for the right opportunity, and Y/N gave it to him,” Felix smiled, snapping another picture of Ash and Innie.

“See? I told you the gift was as perfect as you,” Chris whispers, kissing the top of your head proudly.

You… gave him the opportunity? Or… did someone else…? (A/N: If you know, you know)

You’re all sitting back around the Christmas tree again. The difference this time is that all the men are shirtless (not just Chris this time), and most of the women are. Sounds concerning, no?

Most of your shirt’s had been drenched from the impromptu water fight held in your backyard. The hose was brought out, sponges, buckets of water, water guns. And who was to blame? Bahng Christopher Chahn naturally.

He went out to water some plants before he forgot to do it and a few of his Kids’ followed. Eventually, the girlfriend’s followed, wanting to check out the flowers and plants you had growing… and then everyone was outside. Poor Felix was the first to be sprayed, much to his shock and Chris’ gasped laughter.

And that’s that.

You had dragged out all the blankets and towels you could find, wrapping each and every person as tightly as you could. Everyone had mostly dried out by now, but some were still sporting dripping wet hair and cold shorts/skirts/pants. You and Chris had broken into your Café’s supply of hot chocolate, coffee’s and tea’s and started up the coffee machine to make everyone drinks together, trying to warm up the shivering souls. Now, the sun was beginning to set.

“Me or Stray Kids?” Chris hums, prodding you with his knee on the couch. You look up from the book Kirsten (Changbin’s gf) had bought you to frown at your husband. “You or Stray Kids?” “Yeah - I ran out of storage and was trying to clear my camera roll and found that meme,” Chris nonchalantly shrugs.

“Then you know what my answer is,” you reply just as calmly, and turn back to your book. “So your answer is Stray Kids because I am Stray Kids?” Chris presses, raising a dark eyebrow. When you don’t respond, he frowns and shimmies over to you, shoving his face right up to yours and staring at you with wide eyes, “That’s your answer? Really?”

“Yeah,” you deadpan, giving in to the temptation to kiss his forehead. He put his face there, what else were you supposed to do? “I have a confession then,” Chris murmurs, dragging himself away from you, but still remaining at your shoulder.

“Do you now?” You murmur back in the same tone, eyes skimming to find where you were up to in your book. “I’m in love with someone,” Chris continues, eyeing your book haughtily, as though annoyed it had your current attention.

“Really?” You gasp, turning to him with surprise written all over your expression. “I’m- I’m in love with you-” Chris stutters, his eyes wide. Somewhere to your left, you can hear someone smack their palm on their forehead, and someone else curse, and someone else groan.

You shake your head at Chris and sigh, “We have been married for three years Chris. Three years.” Then with a dramatic whip of your head, turn to the Skz Family scattered on the floor, “Ladies, don’t marry your man unless you’re prepared to deal with his bullshit for the rest of your life.”

Chris laughs and grabs your neck, pulling your head to rest comfortably in his lap. “Me or Stray Kids?” He asks again, but this time you don’t even have to say anything, because your girls have got your back. “STRAY KIDS!!!!”

Chris scowls at the smirk on your face, and although he’s gently brushing your hair out of your face, he mutters, “You’re infuriating.” “Only for you~” you casually throw back, rolling slightly to press a kiss to his bare stomach.

“You know what, you’re both infuriating. There is only so much PDA I can handle,” Jinhee grumbles. “As if you haven’t just left hickies all over Minho,” Jisung scoffs. “Of course you’d notice Ji,” Soraya laughs, pausing her braiding of Hyunjin’s hair just to raise her eyebrows at Jisung. “It’s so fucking obvious-” “I’m hungry.” “You’re always hungry!” “Exactly, so what’s for dinner?”

“Take out because Y/N has enough dishes to wash already.” “I’ll help clean up!” “Me too!” “It’s okay I have Chris for that.” “Man do I miss those days we used to argue about doing chores. I proposed because you wouldn’t let me feed Minho’s cats.” “Breaking news! Bang Chan of Stray Kids proposed because he thought he wouldn’t have to do chores anymore!!” “Breaking news! Hyunjin needs to learn how to do more chores!!” “What? I do chores - I do everything you don’t want to do.”

“At least you don’t live with Felix.” “And what is that supposed to mean? I live by myself I have to do chores.” “You find a place to put all your hats?” “My hats aren’t all over the place, it’s not that bad.” “Hey! Hey here’s an idea! Next group gathering we go to Felix’s!!” “That is a terrible idea. We are not doing that.” “Agreed!” “Sounds like a plan!” “I’m in!” “No- no wait do I not get I say in this, this is my house we’re talking about” “Nope.”

You and Chris have fallen silent, watching from your higher positions on the couch as the banter continues, and poor Felix’s protests are ignored.

“I think I’m going to need a bigger house,” you mumble off handedly. “Why?” Chris looks down at you, his forehead crinkling. “It was manageable when you only had seven Kids’. Now there’s what… thirteen of them? Fourteen if Felix adopts one?” “They’re your Kids’ too. If you’re my wife, then you’re also their mother.” “Alright, it was manageable when we only had seven Kids’. I don’t think this house can handle any more…”

Your train of thought, isn’t entirely inspired due to the chaos of Stray Kids and their partners. There was something else you hadn’t told anyone yet. Just a few days ago, you had discovered something.

And you were definitely going to need a bigger house… regardless of whether the extended Stray Kids family decided to randomly rock up to celebrate Christmas. You had one extra bedroom… but you had a feeling that in the future, it wouldn’t be enough.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺

-> PART 15 -> Masterlist

A/N: One more official one to go!!

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 11

Prompt: Roleplay Pairing: Seungmin x reader WC: 1.9k Summary: Heavily HEAVILY inspired by SKZ Code. You both keep saying you’re going to divorce but still it’s a surprize when Seungmin returns home with the papers.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Seungmin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

TW/CW Under the cut

TW/CW: rocky relationship, teasing, a little forceful, reader gets fucked stupid, condom used, reader called “dear”, Seungmin called “jackass” and “prick”, aftercare!

SPOILERS; they aren’t really divorcing, it’s just pretend.

“I thought I said I never wanted to see you again.” Seungmin stands on your stoop, hands behind his back, jaw set. “You did, I just thought you should know from me personally that I’ve talked to a lawyer.” He reveals a bundle of folded papers, held clasped in one hand. You nearly slam the door in his face, shock and anger coursing through you. “You’re serving me? You? Serve me?” Voice tense with quiet rage, you stiffen. Seungmin pushes past you easily, walking into your house. His house. It was his house too. You had to remind yourself. Or at least his name was on the lease next to yours. “Let’s not fight for the neighbors to hear, dear. Close the door,” he waltz casually into the dining room. The folded stack of papers placed conveniently on the edge of the small entryway table, discarded like junkmail. Following him to the kitchen, he’s already invited himself to the snack drawer, rooting around in the half finished bags of chips. “Excuse you, might I remind you, you are a guest here.” “I’m on the lease dear. And until you sign those papers, I’m still your husband. Legally at least.” He pops a chip into his mouth, crunching loudly, obnoxiously. You can feel the blood rushing in your ears, pressure building in your neck. Another chip, another crunch, picking away at your cool demeanor. Seungmin smirks, leaning back against the counter.

Everything happens in a split second, you reach for the bag to throw it away but instead Seungmin snatches your arm and pulls you to him. Catching you off guard you stumble, practically smacking your face into his chest as you fall forward. He still smells good, like laundry and cookies. Like him. “Gotcha,” he sounds smug, “snack thief.” “I was going to throw it away, not eat it jackass.” “Oh I know,” he crunches another chip loudly, “I don’t care.” “That’s why I’m divorcing you.” You try to push away from his chest dramatically, but his years of coaching little league have trained his reflexes. Heart fluttering you forget yourself for a moment, looking into his eyes. “Actually, I’m divorcing you, as it turns out. Unless,” his voice trails off his eyes flitting to your lips. Cocking his head to the side your body goes into overdrive. He’s going to kiss you, you know it, you can tell, you can feel it and you’re freaking out. You start to lean forward, like old times, eyes automatically shutting. Salt and oil. A chip. You forcefully eject it from between your lips where Seungmin had stuck it as he laughs, nearly doubling over and holding the counter. “You really thought--! I guess I am the one divorcing you and not the other way.” “Such a jackass.” You grab the bag of chips and dramatically throw them in the trash under the sink. “Is that the best insult you have?” His voice is closer, too close. In your peripheral vision you see his hands on either side of you. It gives you just enough of a warning so you can prepare. You spin on your heel to face him. “Prick,” you nearly spit the word into his face. His lips crash into yours with equal force, backing you into the edge of the sink. It tastes like desperation and potato chips. Hands migrating from the sink to your lower back he holds you tight, hearts beating against each other. His knee slots between yours, thigh pressing against you just enough to spark and light a flame in your gut. The kiss breaks, both of your lips puffy and pink, eyes dazed and unfocused. Neither of you knows what to say, staring at each other, holding the thick silence between you. “It’s getting late,” you say, all venom sucked from your tone. “It’s my house.” Seungmin sighs, backing away and turning his back to you. “Sign the papers and I’ll leave. Until then, it’s our house.”

“I already boxed your shit and put it in the living room,” you shout after him as you follow him up the stairs and to your room. “Are you listening to me? It’s downstairs.” “I am, I just don’t care,” Seungmin closes the door behind you, blocking the exit with his body as he stalks closer to you “I’m tired of sleeping on couches. Until you sign those papers it’s OUR house. OUR bedroom. OUR bed.” “If you want it to be ours so badly, why did you bring the papers? Why go through the trouble and expense? Therapy would be cheaper.” “I want to hear you say no,” Seungmin pauses, watching you gulp. “I want you to be the one to quit. To tell me you don’t want this anymore. Put the nail in the coffin.” With each word he closes in on you, slowly taking off his business casual attire. “Put your money where your mouth is. You say you want me to leave, it would take two seconds to make me do it. But I bet somewhere deep down you still need me. A part of you fucking loves that I push your buttons.” The revelation makes your blood boil. What is love if they don’t know everything about you and he does. He knows the snap of the chip and suction sound of his mouth would make you want to scream. He knows to give you an option to show him you really want him to leave because sometimes when you tell him to leave you really need him to stay. Seungmin steps closer to you, brushing back your stray hairs with surprising tenderness. “So dear, sign the papers, send me away.” You grab the open collar of his white shirt with a ferocity that surprises you both. Looking him up and down you aren’t sure your next move, you’d expected him to intercept you by now. Instead he smirks. Fuck it. You close the gap, lips and tongues clashing in a fierce kiss that continues as you both tumble backwards into the unmade bed. Both of you are frenzied as you remove your clothes, as though you worry the other might think too long about it and change their mind. Seungmin dives in eagerly between your legs. Kisses leaving darkening welts along your tender inner thighs, taking his time to mark you as his. “Minnie!” You try to pull away a little, the tickle becoming overwhelming, but his hands hold firm even tugging you back down to meet his mouth. With a lick he has your eyes rolling back, a harsh suck leaving you shuddering in his arms. Two long thin fingers slide easily into you, ready and willing for him. “No one else right? You’ve not seen anyone else?” He’s hunched over you, eyes laser focused almost angry. His fingers stroke your walls just enough to turn your insides to jelly. “No-no, no one. Just you.” “Thought so, still as tight as ever.”

There’s not much to say between your hushed moans. Talented man, talented hands. Those same digits work in tandem with his mouth, teasing all around your sex, rarely dipping down to treat your swollen area. Instead he opts to spend the time teasing your velvet skin, nuzzling and biting in equal measure as his fingers open you up. Taking pleasure in the barrage of sensations your feet curl and point into the bed as the pressure in your belly mounts and burns. He can feel it too, the clasp of your walls, the pounding of your heart. The pleasure he’s earned, that he owns. He can tell how close you are by the way you chew on your lower lip, trying to stuff down the sweet sounds he’d so rightfully won. Withdrawing his hand, he smirks as you whine, kneeing his shoulder. “I was close, jackass,” you frown. “I don’t want you cumming anywhere but on my cock.” He holds your gaze as he rolls the condom down his length, smearing the excess lube on your aching entrance. You buck up into his palm, overactive and oversensitive. “Greedy,” you hiss. “Takes one to know one. Ass up or I’m not going to let you have any.” He directs you in front of him, on your knees and palms. The push only takes a second but it feels like an eternity, slowly forcing your walls to accommodate him as he fills your guts. His long limbs wrap around you, pulling your shoulder up, jamming as much of himself as deeply as he can go. Kneeling with him you relax your head on his shoulder, neck and chest easily accessible to him which he takes full advantage of. Truly you start to wonder just how many appendages Seungmin has as his hips rut upwards into you. One hand threading its way south to your sex, one hand thumbing over a hardened nipple, and his mouth attached to your neck, undoubtedly leaving much for you to cover up in the morning. It was a debauched position, splayed open and moaning on his shoulder. Your first orgasm has you feeling lightheaded, the second has your vision blurring, as your third starts to crest you think you might explode. Seungmin takes pride in each moan he rips from your lungs, holding you tighter as you bow outwards, back arched. Your muscles want to collapse face first into the sheets and leave your ass to his mercy but he won’t let you. As much as you need the fight he needs the closeness, the reassurance that he’s the only thing on your mind or at least what’s left of it. The way your body tenses and slackens as his cock drags against your walls drives him to go faster, harder until you're half sobbing from overstimulation. Only then does he let you fall forward grabbing your hips and chasing his high like a man possessed. His nails dig painfully into you ass, clenching harder as his thrusts shift from frenetic pounds to slow slams. The wrinkles of the sheets swim in front of you, waving like the surf on a calm day. You want him, only him. He wants you, only you. His thighs tense, driving deep into you and spilling into the condom. Your entire body shakes with exhaustion totally unable to pull yourself from the position.

“Shit,” Seungmin swears as he pulls out, tying off and throwing away the condom. You drift off to the side slumping into the bed, a small damp spot left behind where your open mouth was. You close your eyes and hug your knees to your chest, waiting for the bed to shift under his weight. “The papers were a nice touch, did you really go?” The bed dips, as if on cue. A pack of baby wipes falls seemingly from the sky into the empty space on the bed in front of you. Seungmin reclines next to you, hand lazily stroking your arm as you both continue to come down. “Nah, it’s the extended warranty from the washing machine. Found it in the junk drawer.” You nod, impressed. “I was worried you’d look too hard at it and start laughing and ruin the whole thing. Really if you’d unfolded it,” Seungmin starts to laugh, squeezing your bicep. “It was good though, right? What you’d imagined?” Laughing, you close your eyes, exhausted. “You don’t think I’m crazy.” “You’re crazy but you’re my kind of crazy.”

Oof coming in under the wire with this one. Originally i wanted to do something baseball themed and then i realized I know fuck all about baseball. Sorry Minnie, maybe i’ll watch sports someday!

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jellyleggz · 10 months ago

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"best friend" | kim seungmin

genre: arranged marriage au, angst + a dash of fluff, hurt/comfort

warning(s): mention of death, grief

word count: 698

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Something about the downpour further deepens the grief you’ve been holding in your heart. After your nana passed away, the grief kept on growing and growing like a vicious avalanche with each passing day.The casket had been lowered and it was your turn to drop a white rose on it. It was her favorite. You remember all those times she would trim away the thorns and pluck out the pointy leaves just so she can tuck it in behind your ear. Oh how cruel it is how beautiful times disappear.

Your legs felt heavy, almost as if they were hesitating for you to say a one last goodbye to your grandmother. But you had to stay strong. You have to do it for nana to honor her.

It was brief yet such a small moment seemed so long. Your white rose drops on top of the other white roses. As you were observing it, it seemed like it was falling in slow motion. Others went back to the crowd but you were stunned at your place. You can’t help but start crying in the rain. Tears were commingling along with rain droplets on your face. Your black dress was starting to soak. The wail you let out was just heartbreaking. Everyone knew how you were very close to your grandmother.

The rain somehow stopped pouring on you. A familiar presence next to you holds an umbrella, protecting both of you from the downpour. You looked to see who it was and it was your husband.

Seungmin’s heart broke, seeing how devastated you looked. He took out a handkerchief in his pocket and he gently wiped away your tears and the rain off your face. He takes your hand, and guides you away from the people.

He lets you wail. He lets you cry on his shoulders. He lets you let out the pain and heartache you’ve been feeling. Being your husband and close confidant, he never judges you for whatever it is that you feel. That’s something you were always grateful for from him.

Seungmin lets you take your time. You both left early and now you have reached your home.

“I think you should take a sh—”

And suddenly, you gave him the biggest hug yet. “Thank you Min. I really can’t thank you enough for today.”

He chuckles a little. “Don’t worry about it. We’re a team, remember?”

You nod, feeling warm inside. Not just because of your hidden feelings for him but just how much he cares for you. You couldn’t imagine being married to anyone else despite his heart belonging to someone else.

“You know what, instead of a shower, I’m just gonna prepare you a hot bath instead. Would that be alright?”

“Yes of course. Thank you best friend.”

“Best friend? That’s new. I sure hope Hyunjin is not gonna kill me when he finds out you have a new best friend,” he jokes.

Seungmin noticed you haven’t had a good laugh for a while until this moment. Your tummy was aching and you were letting out tears of joy rather than tears of grief. He always finds a way to cheer you up in the simplest things. “There’s nothing wrong with having two best friends, Minnie.”

He laughs along, holding your hands to warm them up. “Okay okay. Now let me get your bath ready. I’ll be back in a bit. Alright?”

“Alright.”

“And Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m here for you okay. You’re not alone.”

Seungmin then heads upstairs to the master bathroom. You’re thankful to have such a caring husband even if he wasn’t in love with you. Even if he was already happy and in love with someone else. It’s alright.

No matter how much you push away your feelings for him, you can’t help but admit that you are deeply smitten by him. Not wanting to jeopardize your arrangement, you’d rather swallow your pride and feelings deep inside the thoughts that Seungmin won’t be able to find and explore.

It’s alright. It’s okay. What matters to you is keeping your bond with him for as long as you can. Even if it may be selfish on your part.

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A/N: Hello! Man I wasn't able to get some stuff out over break and now it's back to school. Hopefully can still post some stories despite my busy schedule. There is a high likeliness that this drabble will be turned into a full fic :D

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sp4ceboo · 1 year ago

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ok but like cover me vibes (basically sad) with medieval!au seungmin - sorry for any completely wrong army terms i didn't do my research

tw: suicidal thoughts, references to war/front lines (medieval tho), death, angst with eventual fluff, loss of loved ones kinda

you had one sweet, surreal week with your seungmin as your husband before he was snatched from your grasp by the call of the battle.

the constant ache of his absence throbs in your chest like a knife's blade. your memories of the short time you had together are blurred at the edges, the happiness they were soaked in seeming uncanny in the midst of the hardships of warfare. they come in flashes to you in the middle of your midnight watch, posted on the castle turrets with your bow: the way he smiled into your kisses, the way his hands cradled your waist, the way he could make your heart stutter and your stomach flip with just a look. the day of your marriage feels as if it was decades ago, when in fact it was only a few months ago.

it shouldn't have been this way. you were both soldiers, but he'd made you promise to stay back and defend the city with the other contingent while his was sent out to fight the invaders. in return, he gave you his word that he would stay safe, but you both knew there was never any way of confirming that. you cried, sobbed, begged, but he was obstinate that you stay away from the front lines and that he go in your stead.

truly, you can't blame him for that; you'd wish the same if in his place.

you know he longs for you the same way you long for him.

correction: you know he longed for you the same way you long for him. because a letter arrived exactly a month ago, reporting him missing in action. you had stared at the official seal on the letter until it began to blur with your tears. you're a soldier, you know that 'missing in action' just means that they couldn't find his body; you know that he's as good as dead - more letters arrived the weeks after that, and they'd heard nothing. surviving after being reported missing in action would be a miracle, and you don't dare let yourself hope.

you know your seungmin. you know he would have fought until his very last breath to get back to you.

a tear slices down your cheek, and the cold wind that swirls around the top of the castle walls turns it ice cold. you wish for nothing more than to have been there on the front lines with him when it happened, so you could have died with your husband, the only one you had worth living for, by your side.

you've considered joining him many times. in the dead of night, while you're on watch on the castle walls, you've thought too often about leaning forward and pitching yourself from the turrets, but you can't. you're too much of a coward.

the sun begins to show itself, appearing on the horizon and limning the lands below you in golden light. you want to scream at it for rising when he's gone, but you can't even draw enough breath into your lungs for that; the knowledge that he's gone is suffocating, killing you slowly, smothering your heart and letting it wither in your hollow chest. your fingernails dig into the aged limestone of the battlements, and you wish that you could crumble away into the dust under your hands.

and then you see it.

you see them.

first, they're just a darker patch on the horizon, fuzzy at the edges due to the rolling mist, but with the rising sun, they inch closer, not walking in formation, their armour dull and their steps weary, but their faces triumphant. desperately, you want to look away - you know he won't be there. you know he's gone, and yet you can't tear your eyes away, searching frantically for his familiar form. tears well up in your eyes - frustrated, you swipe them away, praying to the gods you know, pleading to anything: the warm sun, the limestone beneath your hands, the soil that the approaching men walk upon.

your heart stops.

no.

it can't be him.

can it?

you scramble down from the castle tower, a singular thought in your mind: seungmin. your officer attempts to stop you at the drawbridge; you shoulder past him - you need to get to your husband. you need to see if it's him.

sprinting forward, you fix your eyes on his figure. as you approach, you become more certain; he's covered in blood and limping, and one of his arms is held in a sling, but his head is held high - you could recognise him anywhere.

tears begin to stream down your cheeks as you get closer. you see the moment he spots you, because he opens his arms and his face lights up, brighter than the receding stars, brighter than the rising sun. weeping, you launch yourself the last few feet, and seungmin catches you despite all his injuries, twirling you around like he did at the first dance of your wedding. you don't dare unlock your arms from around his neck when he sets you down for fear that he'll be ripped away from you again, and he cradles you to his chest; sobs wrack your body as you fist his shirt in your hands, pressing your face into his shoulder and breathing in his scent, still there underneath the grime.

'seungmin,' you whisper, cupping his cheeks and bringing your forehead to his. 'my seungmin.'

he smiles, eyes wet. one hand holds the back of your head, fingers entwined in your hair, the other clasping your waist, pulling you infinitely closer, tucking you tightly to him. leaning in, he fits his mouth against yours, speaking against your lips.

'my wife.'

stray kids taglist: @sleepyleeji

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gunilslaugh · 1 year ago

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could you write one about what it would be like to plan a wedding with ode ehehe just something very fluffy i think it could be cute i loveee ur writing btw !!!!!!!!

This was such a cute idea. I had a lot of fun writing it :]

Oh Seungmin

Summary: Your best friend is getting married and you, her maid of honor, have to work with the best man, Seungmin, to help plan their wedding.

WC:~1.5k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

An enormous binder filled with wedding ideas that your best friend had been collecting for who knows how long sat on the kitchen table in front of you.

“You know just looking at this binder makes me not want to get married,” you remarked, lifting the top flap and letting it fall closed.

“Oh stop!” your friend smacked you on the shoulder. “Planning a wedding may take a lot of work, but it’s so worth it in the end. Look how beautiful these setups look,” y/f/, tells you opening the binder to a bunch of photos of different wedding venues. A knock on the door broke your attention away from the binder. “That must be Seungmin,” y/f/n says, getting up to answer the door.

Seungmin was the best friend of your best friend’s soon to be husband. The two of you had hung out occasionally, always with the company for your best friends of course. You were friendly with each other though, you both got along well.

“Hey,” Seungmin kindly greets you as he enters the kitchen, taking a seat at the table across from you.

“Hey,” you greeted him back casually.

“That makes me not want to get married,” Sungmin stated, his eyes bulging as he stares at the practically overflowing binder.

“That’s exactly what I said,” you laughed.

“Well aren’t you two just perfect for each other,” y/f/n jokes, retaking their seat at the table. Y/f/n and their fiancé often joke about how you and Seungmin should date. They say how it would be cute. Two pairs of best friends dating one another. You and Seungmin always just brushed it off though. You guys weren’t really that close anyway.

“Ok let’s get planning,” your friend excitedly says, opening the binder.

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Today you and Seungmin had an appointment to select the flowers for the wedding. Both of you arrived at the shop and Seungmin held the door open for you to enter.

“Thanks,” you said with a small nod.

“No problem,” he smiled, following in after you.

“Welcome, what brings this love couple here?” An employee brightly asked.

“Oh, we're not a couple. We’re the maid of honor and best man for our friends’ wedding. We’re here to order flowers,” you corrected the employee.

“My apologies. You two just look really good together. We have some catalogs over here for weddings that you can look through,” the employee says, leading over to the catalogs.

After ordering the flowers you and Seungmin had to go double check some things with the venu.

“Seungmin, what do you think is better? The cream tablecloth or the pearl tablecloth?” you asked, holding the tablecloths side by side for comparison.

“Aren’t they both just white?” He questioned looking at the cloths.

“You’re not being useful,” you grumbled, going back to trying to find what color tablecloth is better suited for the wedding.

“I’m sorry. I live in a twelve color crayon box,” Seungmin chuckled out. “Look I know you want everything to be perfect for y/f/n, but who’s really gonna remember the color of the tablecloth?” Seungmin comes to stand beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re right, but I don’t want to let y/f/n down in any way. You saw that wedding binder,” you told him.

“Yeah I did, but you know she wouldn’t have put you in charge if she wasn’t confident that you do a good job,” Seungmin comforts you. His words bring a small smile to your face.

“I think the pearl one is the one,” you said, lifting the pearl tablecloth.

“Then let’s use the pearl one,” he smiles contentedly at you.

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You went with Seungmin to get his suit for the wedding. Seungmin claimed that it would be best for you to come with him since he would never understand all the different shade colors that the suits come in or have any clue about what tie he should get.

Your eyes scanned the collection of dress clothes adorning the racks before pulling the suit pieces.

“Here, go try this on,” you told Seungmin, handing him the clothes. A few minutes later Seungmin emerges from the dressing room.

“Your girlfriend has a good eye. That suit looks great on you,” the tailor said as he monitored Seungmin's appearance.

“Thanks. It’s because she lives in a one hundred twenty colored crayon box,” Seungmin tells the tailor.

“Sungmin, here this tie is the same color as my dress,” you informed, walking up to where he stood.

“Do it for me,” he tells you in a lively manner. You pull him a little closer by the lapels of his suit jacket and reach up around his neck, beginning to tie the tie.

“There,” you say once you’re done, moving back to see the full look. Seungmin turns to look at himself in the mirror, but his eyes trail to where you're standing.

“So does this get your stamp of approval then?” he asks you.

“Yes, you look really good,” you told him. Maybe he’s imagining things, but Seungmin swears he sees a faint pink color on your cheeks that wasn’t there before. Seungmin was right, you were indeed blushing. Seeing Seungmin in that suit made you realize just how handsome he was and it had quite the effect on your heart. Spending all this time with Seungmin planning the wedding made you think about all the time your friend talked about how you should date him.

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It was a few hours before the wedding and you and Seugmin, but mainly you were scrambling to make sure that everything was perfectly set up.

“Does this centerpiece look like it’s in the middle of the table to you? I think it’s a little too far left,” you question Seungmin.

“You’re doing it again y/n. Calm down, everything looks amazing,” Seungmin tells you. You take a deep breath to try and relax some.

“Ok. I should go get ready then,” you say, looking around once more to double check everything is still in its rightful place.

“Yes, go get ready. I’ll see you when it’s time for the big show,” he tells you playfully.

The ceremony was beautiful. Y/f/n looked like a princess and you don’t think that you’ve ever seen her happier. The same can be said about her now husband. They’re eyes shined and pure joy was on every ounce of their faces. Most importantly you're happy that your best friend found somebody to love and who loved them unconditionally. You may like to play an anti-romantic, but truthfully you wish to find someone to love as much as y/f/n and their husband love each other.

“May I have this dance?” Seungmin asks you, sticking out a hand for you to grab. It was now time for the reception and the newlyweds were having their first dance.

“You may,” you replied, setting your hand in his. Seungmin then guides you over to the dance floor. He placed one hand on your waist and you placed one hand on his shoulder, both of you leaving your other hands interlocked.

“I’d say we did a fairly good job. Don’t you think?” Seungmin takes a look around the room, admiring all the work the both of you did.

“Yeah I’d say so. Y/f/n told me it was everything she imagined and more,” you happily remarked.

“So I guess the pearl tablecloths were the right choice then,” he pokes.

“Do you live in a thirteen color crayon box now?” You poked back.

“I’ve been thinking about upgrading to the twenty-four pack,” he tittered.

“I think that would do you some good,” you responded cheekily. The both of you then laugh lightheartedly. A part of you feels a bit sad that after today you won’t have a reason to see Seungmin so often. Who knew planning a wedding with someone could be so bonding.

“What is it?” he quizzes you upon noticing the slight change in your face.

“I’m gonna miss spending time with you,” you told him honestly.

“Then don’t stop spending time with me,” he states like it was obvious.

“What are you saying?” you question him.

“Look maybe I shouldn’t say this at someone else's wedding, but I think it would be nice if we dated. Like how our friends always joke about,” he confesses.

“I think that would be nice too,” you admitted. Seungmin pulled you closer by your waist and let go of your hand to wrap you up in a hug. You slither your now free hand around his other shoulder to reciprocate the hug. Both of you slowly swaying to the music.

“It only took us getting married for them to finally start dating,” your friend tells her husband when she notices you and seungmin together.

“Guess we should’ve got married sooner,” he joked.

In case things weren’t cliche enough you caught the bouquet of flowers when it came time for the flower toss.

“Guess it’s time to start planning our wedding huh?” Seungmin jests from behind you, whispering into your ear.

“After this one I think I need a year to recover,” you dramatized.

“I can wait. I could use the recovery time too,” he responds, pulling you into his chest. You simply leaned into his embrace enjoying the moment.

#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh ode #xh seungmin #o.de x reader #oh seungmin x reader

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starlostseungmin · 7 months ago

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husband!minho

✰ notes: third entry of my husband!skz series and as for who won the poll, it’s minho’s turn!! minor warning: sex is mentioned but nothing happened!! i hope you guys enjoy!! not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

seungmin , chan（ lee know ） jeongin , han , changbin , felix , hyunjin.

ꔛ

Husband Minho who asked, “Will you be the mother of my three kids?” instead of “Will you marry me?” on one random afternoon when you were both playing with his cats at his parents’ house. It served as his proposal and gave you a jingle ball because he didn’t have a ring with him at that time.

Husband Minho who used to be a tsundere and nonchalant person but later changed into a fully affectionate bunny the moment he fell for you.

Husband Minho who got emotional during the wedding day but tried to hold his tears back since it was expected that his friends would tease him later. He gave up eventually and cried when you slow danced with him at the reception.

Husband Minho who teased you a lot but in a loving way. He tends to be a menace sometimes but it wasn’t bad. Your big baby just loves to play with you.

Husband Minho who pretends to be annoyed when you ask for a kiss but deep inside he wants to smother you with all the love you deserve. Eventually, he couldn’t keep it to himself so he cuddles you with lots and lots of kisses.

Husband Minho who spoils you with his five Michelin-star cooking skills and serves you high-quality food. He is the happiest when you compliment him and finish everything on your plate.

Husband Minho who loves to drag you along when he goes camping and offers to take care of everything while you rest. He’d only ask for minor tasks from you to help him.

Husband Minho who sends you weird selfies and cat pictures when you’re not together and says he misses you with the kids (his cats).

Husband Minho who listens to your worries and gives constructive criticisms but at the same time he comforts you with the things you need to feel better.

Husband Minho who loves to encourage you to do the things you want as long as it would benefit him and it’s not illegal. “The heart knows what it wants,” He said. “But let’s not go to jail shall we?”

Husband Minho who lets you burst out in anger while he stood there listening to everything. He’s not the type to baby you every time and will be civil when it comes to arguments knowing who is in the right and wrong.

Husband Minho who will never allow you to sleep unless everything is resolved. He’d be sorry if it was his fault and be the cutest baby bunny that you can’t resist to forgive. This comes along with cuddles and kisses or makeup sex (if you’re both into it).

Husband Minho whose love languages are acts of service, quality time, and words of affirmation.

Husband Minho whom you swoon to over and over because of how handsome and cute he is. Never a day you’d miss complimenting him by which he’ll be all red and mushy from being shy.

Husband Minho who got the interest of touching your butt out of his love and affection.

Husband Minho who lays on top of you when he sees you lying down on your shared bed the moment he gets home because he’s tired and your presence makes him feel relaxed and secure. He tends to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

Husband Minho who is loud and dramatic in the most precious way.

Husband Minho who never forgets important dates and will throw everything away just to spend time with you.

Husband Minho who acts like a mother especially when you get sick and is stubborn.

Husband Minho who is good with kids, and had asked you a few times if you want to have one with him but at the same time he doesn’t want to put pressure on your shoulders. He reassures that he can wait and doesn’t even mind if he spends his lifetime with you alone.

Husband Minho who feels appreciated and loved when you tell him about the things he means to you and how much you are head over heels for him.

Husband Minho who gets excited when you give him cat necessities. You wonder that he loves his cats more than you sometimes but he’d say you were equally receiving his love and affection.

Husband Minho who doesn’t always say he loves you but rather says that you are his getaway from everything. It’s you and him against the world, nothing could replace you as you are his happy place and favorite person. The one who comes second after his cats and knows his priorities but you get the privilege.

Husband Minho who loves you to the moon and back.

Husband Minho who treasures you the most and the one he’d put first before everything.

Husband Minho whom you’ll love for a lifetime, promised to never hurt, never leave, and never break his heart.

✰ taglist: @notastraykid , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @reignessance , @lix-ables , @skzfelixlove , @rachabreathing , @hyunverse , @minluvly , @sleepyleeji , @starseungs , @midsoulz , @oddracha , @armystay89

©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

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jamnotjam · 2 years ago

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I posted 124 times in 2022

That's 124 more posts than 2021!

97 posts created (78%)

27 posts reblogged (22%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@woozi

@hansolz

@onlyseokmins

@sluttywonwoo

@whatudowhennooneseesyou

I tagged 92 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

#jamsbakery - 45 posts

#seventeen - 38 posts

#seventeen smut - 30 posts

#seventeen fanfic - 30 posts

#seventeen fluff - 19 posts

#xdinary heroes smut - 19 posts

#xdinary heroes - 17 posts

#xdh - 15 posts

#xdh smut - 11 posts

#stray kids - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 73 characters

#shippers don’t know how to react when there’s minors in groups apparently

My Top Posts in 2022:

Liquid smooth

Dom!L.JH x f!reader

pt.2 pt.3

You always thought finding a lover at the club was a bad idea, until you see a beautiful man at a table with his friends, basking in the bright red lights

Rating: smut

Word count: 1800 and some change

Warnings: unsafe sex, creampie, slight fluff, dom!jihoon, petnames, face fucking, tummy bulge

Requested: yes

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I am NOT having pure thoughts

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Hello,

I have a request.

Seonghwa to me seems the type to use sex as a form of expressing himself to his partner.

Can I please request a dom!seonghwa+ sub!fem reader and Seonghwa proceeds to have needy, desperate sex to 'fuck the pain away'.

Thank you :)

This is cute

tough day

P.SH x F!reader

Rating: smut, fluff

Word count: 1.0k

Warnings: more plot than porn, unprotected sex, slight manhandling, husband!seonghwa, drinking mention, cum on skin

Requested?: obvi

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First impressions

K.S.M x F!reader

After moving into a college apartment with 2 men, you learn one of your new roommates is a little bit more down to earth then you thought.

Rating: smut

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: exhibitionism, perv!seungmin and lowkey reader too, mutual masturbation, college au, mention of porn, reader lowkey has a hand kink, fingering

Requested: no

Note: thank you guys for 50 followers! ❤️ I cant believe I'm growing so fast. Also my name should just be "jams-voyeurism and exhibitionism-bakery" cause that's all I write about atp

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My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Spotify

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hansomeskz · 2 years ago

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Devil Like Me Epilogue

Han Jisung is the devil of the music industry, but he’s tired of being alone.

Read on Ao3 | Read on Wattpad | Talk to me on Twitter | Chat on retrospring

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | Epilogue

NOTE: I am trying to decide which fic I want to post next!! I was going to post a fic I have inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine but I also have one ready to go inspired by The 30th by Billie Eilish!! let me know which you would prefer :’)

If you had told Han Jisung ten years ago that he would still be alive, he never would’ve believed you. That means that everything else is just gravy.

Everything that went down for the few years he was used and abused is so far out of his mind now. He has more important things to worry about, like running his own label with his best friends and which preschool is going to be more beneficial for his daughter.

He could fret about how he almost drank himself to death under the supervision of his old management team, or he could celebrate five years of sobriety with his husband.

Today, he’s choosing to celebrate with his husband.

“Honey,” Minho calls from the sliding glass door connecting their house to their backyard. “Yes, my love?”

“Did you remember to pick up hot dog buns on your way home last night?”

“… Baby, tell me again how much you love me.” Jisung faces Minho with wide, innocent eyes. Batting his eyelashes only earns him a pained cry. “You’re useless!”

“But you still love me.” Jisung grins, drawing an exasperated sigh from Minho. “Only on the weekends.”

“Good thing it’s Saturday, or I’d be in trouble.” He stands from where he was testing the temperature of the pool, wiping his hands on his jeans. “I can go get them now.”

“No, I’ll just text Hyunjin. They’re leaving in ten anyway.” Minho smiles at Jisung as he approaches him. The blond is met with a scoff as he puckers his lips. “Kisses are for husbands who remember to pick up the hot dog buns. Where’s Dae?” Jisung’s eyes go wide, “I thought you had her?”

“ Jisung! ” Minho gasps, but he realizes the blond is kidding before he can start to panic. The younger boy pulls her out of her swing, jiggling her gently.

“Don’t shake her,” Minho whines, going over to her and plucking her right from Jisung’s grasp. The blond just laughs, following Minho inside.

“Dada,” their daughter says, grabbing at Minho’s face desperately. “Hungry.”

“We can eat soon, sweetheart.” Minho ruffles her hair, earning an angry squeal as she tries to bat his hands away. “We’re just waiting for our guests,” Jisung adds, kissing the top of her head.

They sit Dae in her chair at the table while the two of them chop vegetables. Jisung listens happily as Minho hums a song he’s had stuck in his head. The blond recognizes it as one of his own. “You’re like, obsessed with me,” he teases, smiling at him.

“Yeah,” the older boy sighs. “I am.”

Jisung goes to kiss Minho, but they’re interrupted by the sound of six pocket-sized men letting themselves in through their front door.

Changbin is yelling something about a band they’re trying to sign as Felix whines about how hard making the choreo for their music would be. Jisung rolls his eyes playfully, scooping up Dae as he goes to say hi.

“Oh my god, my favourite niece!” Chan holds his hands out as Jisung hands her over. She smiles brightly and hugs Chan’s neck. “Seungmin-“

“Don’t get any ideas, Chan. I thought we agreed to be cool uncles.”

“I’m the wine aunt,” Hyunjin chips in, handing Jisung two bags of hot dog buns before joining Minho in the kitchen.

Jeongin promptly plucks the bags out of his hands again. Heading for the backyard. “I’m going to start the grill. I don’t trust you at all,” he says simply. Jisung would argue if he had any counterpoints but he knows he’s right.

Minho and Hyunjin carry any toppings for the food out to the backyard, the group of boys all trailing behind.

Surrounded by his best friends, the summer sun beating down in his face, Jisung feels so alive. Minho presses a kiss to the back of his neck as he wraps his arms around the younger boy from behind. Jisung sighs happily, enjoying the feeling of existing surrounded by his favourite people.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Min.”

“Yeah, well, you’ll never have to think about that.”

#han #jisung #han jisung #minho #lee know #lee minho #stray kids #skz #stray kids fic #this part isnt angsty #but the whole fic is just #angst #mlm #not like the pyramid scheme tho #skzfic

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withleeknow · 6 months ago

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lmao I've been chronically online lately so let's just say that your manifesting 🍙🍙🍙 worked to put you on my feed but anyways- WAHHHHH I WAS JUST COMPILING MY SPAM REPLY BUT I NEED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST FIRST WHEN I SAY I DID A DOUBLE-TAKE SEEING THIS ON THE TL

WE'RE BACK FROM THE DROUGHT BABYYYY

the see you 0613 almost brought tears to my eyes GOD esp after seeing this on the tl today: https://x.com/murakamiko2/status/1796191153714327680?s=19 I CAN'T WAIT FOR OUR YOONJIN REUNION 💜💜

pls the way you had an onigiri shout-out for this moment god woman I adore you <3

IT REALLY IS HAPPENING i cannot believe he'll be home so soon 😭 back just in time for their anniversary and we'll get to spend it with him, i love this so much. the song dropping on my birthday i'm pretty sure will be another jk army song (that he "spoiled" before he left) gahhh i'm buzzing (tho idk if anything will top still with you). catch me crying while listening to take two on repeat until jin is officially home; it remains one of my favorite bangtan songs and jin's "can't you see the take two, letters i didn't send to you" is one of my favorite lines that he's ever sung. i actually have a jin amnesia series that i started almost 2 years ago and haven't touched since november 2022 lol hopefully his return will inspire me to really start working on that again. YOONJIN 😭 let's keep our fingers crossed that jin will be able to coax yoongi out of hiding for a selca at least bc idk how much more i can take of not seeing him until 2025 😭 i know i have a whole bangtan blog but idk talking about bangtan with you here feels more special somehow, like we have our own secret language that no one understands 🥺

thank you so much i am so grateful for you 😭 i really enjoy writing seungmin! i've got a couple seungmin wips i'm working on so hopefully those will deliver as well hehehehe

this is kinda giving groveling husband who's racking his brain trying to figure out how to make it up to you after he started a stupid argument earlier. the drabble from the other day is coming soon 😈 and also the full length fic for pining best friend hyunjin that i'm hoping to finish in june !!

oh mimo :((( i was just on a mini aespa binge earlier today heheh. i'll take any enha x skz crumbs i can get, and a jayke x mimo at that too ?? 😭 i will eat it UP. the fact that both mimo and jay are cats is so cute to me. i really am just drawn to all the cat bois now 🥹 (idk if you go there aka any svt space but i've been kinda Looking™️ at wonwoo too and... it's not good for my mental health)

for the locals, i am still taking what is your favorite story of mine? asks !!!

#🍙 anon #answered

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seungfl0wer · 2 years ago

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Hi!^^ I really love your works^^

Can you please do petname headcanons (what they like to call his s/o or what they like to be called by their s/o)?

Please and thank you~ ♡︎♥︎

God I loved this one! Tysm for requesting this! Also Tysm 💙 I really love writing so I hope it shows threw! Side note: I couldn’t really think of what they’d like to be called I hope that’s alright.

These are just MY opinions

*Stray Kids Pet Names*

Bangchan:

•Would call you things like:

•Darling

•Sweetheart

•Princess/Prince

•Baby girl/boy

•Definitely would come up with something cute to do with your name

Lino:

•You have 2 options with Lino

•Either normal ones like

•Babe

•Honey

•Or weird ones like

•Sweet pounding pie😂

•Probably call you kitten

Changbin:

•He’d have so many for you

•Gorgeous would be his top one

•Sweetie

•Darling

•His Queen/King

•Probably would also call you his “Wife/Husband”

Hyunjin:

•Definitely would be something like

•My flower

•Sunshine

•My love

•Would probably call you his muse too

•He may cringe at these for others but not for you

Han:

•He doesn’t have many different ones

•Would stick to babe a lot

•Probably have one special one like

•Love bug

•Or his Heaven

•Probably calls you “Mrs/Mr Han”

Felix:

•Loves Loves pet names

•Would give you a new one all the time

•Would call you his love alot

•Honey

•Sweetheart

•Angel

•Light of my life

Seungmin:

•Most likely give you an animal pet name

•Probably something like

•Lamb or

•Hunny Bunny

•Like Lino would probably give you a few funny ones

•Sugar lips

Jeongin:

•Kinda like Han

•Would cringe at himself if he gave you anything to cutesy

•Sticks with babe

•Has one he calls you that no one is allowed to hear/Know

•Probably something like

•Muffin or

•His love

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ch4nb4ng · 3 years ago

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pairing: dilf!chan x afab!milf!fem reader

warnings: switch!chan, oral (m receiving), praise, semi-public sex, cum play, dirty talk, orgasm (m and f)

word count: 9.8 k (woops lmao)

Tagged: @sailorhyunjinz , this was a fic written as inspo from an ask you received a little while ago, hope you enjoy reading it !

summary: after leaving your piece of shit husband and moving across town with your beautiful little son, life was stressful. Lucky your son easily adapted and made friends easy, but you had to pat him on the back, because the newly divorced dad that accompanied him was like a gift, and boy, were you in need of some stress relief.

A large smile spread across your face as your beautiful son ran out of the automatic doors, running full speed as you kneeled down, opening your arms wide and embracing him fully.

“Hello my beautiful son,” you beamed, “how was your day?”

“It was so good mom,” he replied, reciprocating your grin of warmth, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course my little pumpkin.”

“Can Felix come over? His dad said it was okay.”

The smile on your face was far from fading as you lifted a hand, ruffling it through the little boy’s hair.

“Of course he can! Is he going to come with us?”

“I can follow behind you to your house.”

You heard a deep voice coming from behind you before you could speak. Turning around, you gasped, greeted by a taller man with black hair, glasses, and a black suit. Holy shit was all you could think, mind going dumb as you realised you were on your knees right in front of this dashing stranger. The heat rose to your cheeks immediately when you realised how filthy this would have looked out of context. The man held his arm out, knocking your thought back into motion as you stood, accepting his kind offer and gripping his hand for a handshake. Your eyes bulged for a moment, noticing how firm his grip was.

“I’m Chan,” he beamed, resulting in a cocked eyebrow of confusion from you, “Felix’s dad.”

A wave of relief came over you after he had given some background information as to who he was.

“Oh,” you giggled, “it’s nice to meet you Chan, I’m y/n, Seungmin’s mum.”

“Beautiful,” he chuckled, dimples popping out.

Your heart began to race at the adjective. Was he saying that you are beautiful? Or that Seungmin was beautiful? You shook your head, snapping yourself out of such ludicrous thoughts. There was no way he was talking about you; this was the first interaction between the two of you.

“Sorry?”

“Oh uhm” he coughed, breaking eye contact with you for a brief moment, “Seungmin uhm, he’s a beautiful kid.”

“Ohh,” you coughed, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck, “I try my best.”

You both stood there, a slightly uncomfortable feeling filling the air as you ran out of things to converse about. You knew it was wrong to think this way, seeing as it was the first friend Seungmin had made since moving to a new school, not wanting to ruin things for your son; but you couldn’t help it. Felix’s dad, Chan, was super attractive. Although he had clothes on right now, you could see how well he took care of his body, largely due to the fact that it was becoming somewhat difficult for you not to admire the way the top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, the third one barely holding on. His dark hair pushed up, forehead out in full view, his smile, dimples; his teeth. He was so hot. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks once more the longer you noticed yourself gawking at him.

“So uhm-”

“So-”

You both giggled, talking in unison. God, why was he making it so hard to act like a cordial school parent?

“You go first.”

“Oh uhm I was just going to say, did you want to follow me to my house?”

“That sounds like a great idea, Felix, get in the car and daddy will take you to Seungmin’s house.”

You coughed, saliva getting caught in your throat as he bent down to ruffle the already messy hair on top of Seunngmin’s head.

“How does that sound, buddy?”

“Mom, let’s gooooooo!”

Seungmin dashed to the car, tossing his backpack in the back sweat first before jumping in. All you could do was grin ear to ear. He was a resilient kid.

After your extremely long and excruciating divorce, and having to move across town to get away from your poor excuse of an ex-husband, you were nervous that he would find it difficult to adjust to such drastic changes. Nevertheless, all he did was beam with joy, not easily discouraged, but easily adapting to his new life. You were so proud, the look on his face brought tears to your eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

Your smile faded, looking back at Chris’ face of worry. Oh shit, the tears forming in your eyes accidentally spilling over and silently dripping down your face.

“What? Oh,” you gasped, quickly wiping away the wet residue, “yes I’m fine, shall we get going?”

“Sure.”

He smiled politely once more, not wanting to invade your privacy by asking you why you were crying. Instead he turned on his feet, opening the car door and sitting in his car, the engine revving somewhat loud as he began his journey to your house.

***

“Wow Seungmin, your house is so cool!”

The sound of Felix’s sweet little voice erupted as soon as he stepped out of the car, running to the front door. What was up with kids and sprinting everywhere like their life depended on it? You couldn't complain though, you were very happy to see that Seungmin had made a friend just as enthusiastic and energetic like himself.

They were both already standing at the door, waiting eagerly to be let inside. You were struggling, trying to multitask getting your house keys out, as well as dragging Seungmin’s backpack in your arms awkwardly. You were grateful when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, gently lifting the heavy mass and taking it upon himself to take the weight off of your hands.

“Oh,” you smiled, “thank you so much.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he chirped, happily following you to your front door.

The sound of the key turning in the lock was successful, busting the door open and letting the little ones run free. Your feet, now tired from being on them day, were taking you to the kitchen, dragging a very handsome father behind you. He stood behind you, unsure whether to sit or stand. You were completely oblivious, sloppily discarding your jacket and throwing it onto the couch. Turning to the sink without hesitation, filling an empty glass with water as a sigh of relief after taking a sip of the cool substance. After what seemed like a lifetime to Chan, you turned around, eyes going wide after completely forgetting that you were not the only adult in your house.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, quickly swallowing the lump of water in your throat, “please have a seat on the stool. Would you like a drink?”

“Ah, yes please, water is fine for me thank you.”

He was super polite, bowing slightly as he pulled out the chair under the bench. He smiled, whispering a small thank you as you handed him a glass of his requested beverage. Silence filled the room once again as you both sipped on your waters. You had no idea how to converse, and the fact that he was making you sweat with just his presence alone was stressing you out. His suit jacket was now off as well, exposing even more of his superb physique, the bottom half of his sleeves were already rolled up, veins on full display as he lifted the glass to his lips, observing the way they pulsated with each small move he made.

“So,” you began, making Chan snap his eyes up to you, a shiver running down your spine, “what do you do for work?”

For work? You wanted to slap yourself across the face. This wasn’t a job interview, but it was like you had set it up to be that way after your line of questioning had begun.

“Oh uhm, I work in finance, stock for entertainment companies, nothing special.”

“Oh wow that’s great, seems like a very stable job, financially.”

Really? Now you sounded like one of those people that work out how much someone’s life is worth for insurance. You were trying to be personable, friendly. But due to your previous life as the stereotypical trophy wife, only to be seen on the arm of your ex partner to make him look good. It took away from your ability to make friends and have genuine social connections. So much that your social skills suffered in the process. Your anxiety grew the longer he waited to answer.

“Well yes, it’s enough to get me and the family by.”

Right. His family. Of course he had a family. You were lying if you said your heart didn’t sink at the idea that he would be going back to his beautiful life full of marriage and children, maybe pets. You began to chug your water, finishing at reaching for the cupboard full of liquor. A look of excitement flashed in your eyes for a moment as you happily took out two wine glasses from the upper cupboard, red wine effortlessly pouring into the cup. You attempted to cup the glass in a sophisticated way, sliding the other one across the bench.

But that was literally the worst idea you had ever thought of, seeing as the glass travelled way too far, spilling off of the edge and all over Chan.

“Oh my god,” you cried, falling to the floor and rummaging underneath the kitchen sink, desperate to find any kind of paper towel to clean up the mess. Finally successful, you scurried over, falling to your knees as you rubbed back on forth up and down his pants in a hurried manner. The way he was super polite and apologetic towards you was making it worse, the guilt clouding you the harder you scrubbed.

“Oh my god, Chan I’m so sorry-”

“It’s fine y/n,” he chuckled, wrapping his hand around your wrist to prevent you from wiping anymore, “it was an accident. It’s cute the way you're frantically trying to fix the situation though.”

Cute? Did he just call you cute? Your heart fluttered at the compliment. You bit down on your bottom lip, attempting to suppress the grin that was yet to be hidden on your face, but it wasn’t until you realised why he stopped you from cleaning any further. You gasped as you looked up, quickly swiping your palms away and out of his grip. You now knew why, seeing the way his crotch was hardening by the second against your delicate palms.

You felt so guilty. So guilty that you found this satisfaction deep within your body coming alive the closer you kept to him. He ignored your flustered state, lending a hand to help you stand up in front of him. You take up the gracious offer, but receive a shock as he caught you in a moment of weakness. This moment turned into seconds, then minutes, then what felt like hours as neither of you backed away or created any kind of space between your bodies. If anything, he was pulling you closer, like an invisible magnet was attached to your body: like you were the protons to his electrons.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh,” he whispered, the grip of his fingertips on your palms, snaking around your wrist once more as he moved back to its original position, a dark chuckle escaping his lips when he felt the softness of your palm gently pushing against his bulge. A gasp of shock parted from your lips at his boldness. What the hell was he doing?

“We shouldn’t do this Chan I-”

“Why not?”

“Because the kids could come down any minute, and you have a family at home and-”

The look on his face was priceless, the previously polite and kind man returning as he let go. He grabbed his jacket, quickly fixing himself up. God this was so awkward and embarrassing. Unsure what to do, you panicked, quickly grabbing your phone and obnoxiously sticking it out in front of him.

“Could I have your number maybe? You know, incase the boys want to hang out on the weekends, or you need me to pick Felix up, or if I need a hand with picking up Seungmin or-”

“Oh,” he nodded, taking the phone out of your hand and punching his number in, “that sounds great.”

The guilt was now truly eating you up inside. This had been the first opportunity to get yourself out there, explore the sexual fantasies that you had been oh so desperate for. To finally get away from the lacklustre, soul sucking sex life, the memory of your ex husband finishing in two seconds etched into your brain. Never paying attention to any of your wants or desires. One part of you felt relief because there was no way you wanted to be a home wrecker for someone you had quite literally just met half an hour ago, however, that was just a mere part of you. The much, much bigger part of you wanted to rip your phone out of his beautifully sculptured hands, push him on the kitchen bench and ride him like there’s no tomorrow. His fingertips roaming all over your body, the soft moans that would escape his lips; the possibilities were endless. The longer you stared at him, and the way his face was now fixated into a look of concentration on your phone as his tongue was stuck out slightly, the quicker the intensity of your sensual thoughts became. It wasn’t until you felt someone a lot smaller than you tugging at the side of your pants to bring you back to the real world, that’s when you realised how totally fucked you were.

“Mom, mommy, mommy-”

“Yes baby, what is it?”

“Felix has to go home now, but can I go after school tomorrow?”

“Oh baby,” you smiled, the feeling of pain behind it as you had to tell him because he had forgotten, “you have to go to your dad’s house tomorrow, did you forget?”

The look on Seungmin’s face made you want to sob on the spot. The combination of hurt and anger mixed into his features truly made your heart break. He was always happy and resilient when he was with you, but he genuinely loathed having to visit his dad, mainly due to the fact that there was little interaction when he was there. He didn’t matter. Your ex husband did not take him anywhere, or he would be confused when his dad would bring home different people, late in the night, throughout the week. It was a lot for a little kid to handle.

“But I don’t want to go mom,” he huffed, crossing his tiny arms across his chest, “I hate him.”

“Now Seungmin, I know you don’t like going there, but you have to see your dad, it’s what we agreed on.”

“No, I hate you!”

His yell was so loud, but the way he ran up to his room and slammed his door was ear shattering. It didn’t even matter to you that Chris and his son were still there, witnessing all of this. If it was anybody else, you would have felt extremely humiliated. But there was no chance, not even the slightest of anger could be felt in your body, because you understood his reaction. You refused to look at the guests in your house, the chance of Chan seeing tears well up in your eyes again was just too shameful for you.

“Felix, here are the keys, why don't you get in the car and lock the doors until I come out, okay?”

“Okay daddy.” He smiled, taking the keys and disappearing from the house.

Your sadness suddenly accompanied by a flash of empathy across Chan’s features as he rubbed his hand on the crook of your back soothingly.

“I’m sure I've made quite the first impression on you today, haven’t I?”

“You have?”

“Ha ha,” you chuckled, quickly wiping the tears away, “very funny. I’m sure you think I’m a complete mess, crying twice, pouring red wine all over your clothes which will be impossible to get out. Rejecting your advances on me? God I’m so pathetic.”

“You’re not pathetic at all, y/n.”

Your sniffling came to a halt, teary and congested eyes looking to meet him once more. There was something about him that was super comforting. You suddenly felt so safe and secure when you looked into his eyes. His aura was so gentle, so kind and sweet, it was almost like he was a vampire; compelling you to spill your deepest and darkest secrets to him.

“I’m not?”

“Of course not. It must be so difficult trying to coparent a kid with your ex partner, and from what it sounds like, he’s not the most helpful person.”

You laughed sarcastically, “that’s an understatement.”

“I mean, it’s not like he’s going to win father of the year award anytime soon, hey?”

The giggle that left your chest was so loud, but you simply did not care at this point in time. You needed a good laugh. Life had become so stressful that laughing seemed to be the best medicine. As corny as his jokes were, you appreciated the effort Chan had gone to in order to make you laugh, and not feel uncomfortable about all the previous stuff you had done today.

“What I’m saying is, don’t be too hard on yourself, okay? You’re doing great as a single parent. You also have my number now, so if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call, okay?”

“Sure Chan,” you sniffled, leading him towards the door, “you better go, Felix is waiting for you.”

“Ah yes of course that little trouble maker, I’ll see you around.”

You nodded, watching him run to the car, waving back at the adorable duo as he beeped his horn to say goodbye. You closed the door, a heavy sigh of sorrow filling your chest remembering Seungmin’s previous words. You knew he didn’t mean it, but it still hurt to hear your child say such a thing to you.

Regardless of your hurt, you wanted to make it up to him. Fill him up with as many happy memories as possible to reflect on until he had to go to the devil’s house. You walked up to his room, knocking on the door lightly before entering, seeing a pouty Seungmin in his pyjamas in bed. Your heart soared at the sight. His anger still made you smile because it was so adorable, how could it not?

“Seungmin, it’s time for dinner, what do you want to eat?”

He said nothing, completely ignoring you. You huffed, playfully as you sat on the side of his bed.

“Come on pumpkin, we have to eat before we go and get ice cream!”

No response. You leaned in closer, poking your index finger into his squishy cheek. Still no response.

“Hmm but! Only good boys get ice cream. Do you know what bad boys get?”

You lifted your hands, shaping them into two paws as you attacked his sides, a leaping Seungmin from under the covers as he squealed, fidgeting at the ticking fingers eating up his sides. A mixture of screams and laughter filled the room as he begged you to stop your attack on him.

“Mommy, please stop!”

“Not until you tell me what you want to eat!”

“Okay, Okay! I promise I’ll tell you.”

You took them away, letting him sit up and give you a hug. A quiet gasp escaped from your lips at the surprise of his willingness to embrace you, considering the fact that he basically spit in your face moments before. Regardless, anything Seungmin did, especially when he was being affectionate made your heart melt and thus, falling in love with him even more.

***

Loud music blasted through the car as Seungmin sang his little heart out, getting you to join in as you were on the way to drop Seungmin off for another day of school. Today was a new day, and you told yourself that it was going to be a good one. Yes, Seungmin was going to your ex husband’s house, but no, today was going to be a great day. Nothing could bring you down.

“Okay my little angel, we are here!”

“Yayyy,” he shrieked, somewhat piercing your ear as he opened the door and patiently waited for you to open the boot. The smile on his face was unbeatable. Grabbing his backpack and placing it on his shoulders, he giggled, gripping on to your hand as you walked him to the front gate.

“Seungmin, wait up!”

Your head turned to see a beaming Felix that happened to have even more energy than yesterday, but you paid him little attention, eyes unconsciously drifting to Chan, wearing a completely different change of outfit. Cosy, comfy and casual, hot, was all you could think as he watched his son run through the gates in his black t-shirt that was way way way too small, and his black shorts that were way too tight. His skin was glowing, hair relaxed and resting across his forehead, those dimples lighting up as soon as his gaze became fixed on you. You nodded politely, heart rate increasing as he soon as you realised that he was heading towards you.

“Good morning sunshine,” he smiled, causing you to look down at the door and pretend to acknowledge what he said.

“Good morning Chan,” you beamed, matching his gaze for a brief moment, “long time no see.”

“Aha yes it is. Do you have work today?”

“I do, unfortunately, but it’s only a half day today, so I can go home early and just relax by myself tonight with a nice glass of wine and Netflix.”

“Make sure you don’t spill it this time, hey?”

It really wasn't that funny, but you’re not sure if it was because you were extremely close to him and his dimples were flashing inches away from your face or not, but the way you just snorted at his below average joke was astonishing.

“I’ll try my best, but you know me, clumsy mcclumbsy!”

The way he was now basically dying at your retaliation to him was beyond you. Your humour was the same. If anything, it gave you butterflies in your stomach at how smooth the dialogue really was.

You both settled down, finally in a stable way to continue your conversation.

“So I’m not sure if I heard correctly, but did you say you were going to be alone tonight? No Seungmin with you tonight?”

The high from your previous moment of comedy dissipated quickly, the idea of your ex popping in your brain doing the trick with that. You coughed, ridding the phlegm out of your throat as you changed to a serious tone.

“You heard correctly, Mr…?”

“Bang.”

“Right, Mr. Bang. Seungmin is getting picked up by his deadbeat dad after school, so the next couple of nights it’s just me, myself and I.”

Chan chuckled politely as he brought his hand to the back of his neck. You both stood in silence, but you could tell that he wanted to say something.

“Did you want to maybe, I don’t know, hang out tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, I am cooking and I think it would be nice to hang out. I also know you're new here so it may help if I gave you some advice for some of the people around here because,” he paused, leaning closer, breath fanning on your ear as he spoke softly, “because some of them can be a lot. Look at the parents over there, 3 o'clock, staring us down like we are supposed to melt into a puddle.”

“Yes I can,” you chuckled, a shiver running down your spine as you poked a quick glance at said parents he was talking about. He pulled back, placing a hand on your bicep as he spoke once more.

“Come by at 4:30, dinner will be ready at 5:00. I’ll text you my address.”

And without even waiting for a response, he left without a word, leaving your flabbergasted and completely flustered. Why the hell was he inviting a single woman to his what seemed to be a very married household. Any logical and rational person would have said no and just flat out rejected it. But you were already too far gone, under his mysterious spell, to think it was a bad idea. Was it a bad idea? Absolutely. You crossed your fingers, praying that his partner was a very nice, carefree human being. Still, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as you got into the car, driving to work that you usually would be loathe, but how could you? Knowing you would get to see Chan after was a gift in itself.

***

The heat of the water droplets cascading onto your body was extremely relieving. Even though you had only completed a half day, your feet were still sore. Being a retail manager was a lot of work, and seeing that you never worked a day in your life before, it was tiring. Nevertheless, the ache of your soles were almost non-existent, the thought of seeing Chan again for the third time in two days motivating you to be the best version of yourself.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, gently slapping yourself across the face at your very, very unrealistic epiphany. You had literally met this man less than 24 hours ago, but the grip he already had on you was unreasonable.

It was fine; that was what you told yourself. It’s just the fact that you haven't had action in years, that’s definitely what it was.

The shower was a time of isolation that you enjoyed, letting your body soak in the steam, that was, until you heard your phone light up, sound ringing through the echoed walls of the bathroom. You huffed, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around your naked body quickly, eyebrows furrowed as you saw Chan calling you.

“Chan?”

“Hey y/n,” he answered, tone laced with concern, “I’m with Seungmin here, and he seems to be a little upset, did you wanna talk to him?”

Your stomach dropped, the worst thought coming into your head at Chan’s words.

“Put him on,” was all you could say, and he understood completely, knowing that wasn’t a time for small chat and mediocre dad jokes.

“Mommy?”

Your stomach dropped even further, hearing the sniffles cracking through the speaker.

“Hey baby, is everything okay?”

“Daddy didn’t come.��

“For fu-, he didn’t come and pick you up?”

“No,” he cried, his voice becoming weaker as his cries turned into sobs, “he forgot about me.”

“No, no sweetheart, he didn’t forget, he just, he just texted me actually, he’s stuck in traffic!”

The panic, frustration, and just pure rage began to bubble in every inch of your body. How could he forget?

“Y/n, it’s me again, did you want me to take him to his dad’s? He can sit with Felix in the car and calm down a little, could you text me the address?”

The kind gesture was making the boiling blood in your body decrease. Honestly, if you could, you would just say yes and let him do it. But it was one thing to have a stranger interact with your ex, it was another to get him involved in your marital problems. There was also no way you were letting him get away with this so easily.

“Thank you, Chan, really, but no, if you could wait for me to come and pick him up, I'll only be 5 minutes.”

“Yes of course, don’t worry.”

You quickly took the phone away from your ear, wanting to curse extremely loudly as you checked the time on your phone. How the fuck was it already 4:00?

“I’m afraid the only problem will be that I’m going to be late for dinner.”

“Y/n please,” he sighed, “we can push dinner back, I’m sure that’s the least of your worries.”

“It sure will be after I drop Seungmin off and give him a piece of my mind. Anyways, I’ll put some shoes on and head to the car, see you soon.”

The Guiness world record book had nothing on you. From the way you threw clothes on, chucked on shoes and did the laces, got in the car, and most likely sped to your destination. You dashed out of your car, knocking on the window of Chan’s back door. You plastered a fake smile, not wanting Seungmin to be exposed to the anger you had for his father. And at the end of the day, it was his father, and you'd rather allow him to form his own opinions than be influenced by yours.

“Sorry Chan, Felix,” you smiled, swiping the door open and grabbing Seungmin out, “I’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta go. I’ll see you a bit later anyway.” You winked, shutting the door behind you as you scurried your less upset son to the backseat of your car.

The ride was short, well too short for you, not giving you enough time to formulate the absolute whipping your ex husband was about to receive. Before you knew it, your legs had already taken you to the front door, hearing the ridiculously long and obnoxious doorbell as you held Seungmin’s hand, tight. The door was opened, rolling your eyes when it wasn’t him on the receiving end.

“Y/n?”

“Hi, Yeji, is Changbin here?”

“Yes, but he’s busy-”

“Great!” You chirped, the fakest of fake smiles on your face when you were greeted by Changbin’s assistant. Without asking, you barged in, Seungmin being forced to follow. Your jaw was clenched, observing your said ex husband prancing around his living room, a random person in a robe spread across his lap. All was smiles and laughter, that was until his eyes laid on you.

“Y/n, what a pleasant surprise, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, hey Changbin. How are you? Looks like you’re having the time of your life while your beautiful son was waiting for you to pick him up from preschool today.”

The arrogant smirk on his face was wiped away at an extremely fast pace when his gaze lowered to a puffy-faced Seungmin. He ran over, lifting him up and spinning him around, making him laugh in excitement.

“Hey buddy, sorry I couldn’t come and get you! I was on the way but, but I-”

“You got stuck in traffic, didn’t you?”

He looked up at you, a look of annoyance hijacking his features whenever he laid his eyes on you.

“Yes, now buddy, what do you say about having a shower and going out for some ice cream?”

“Yayyyy! Thanks dad.”

Yeji took Sengmin’s hand, leading him upstairs to help him get ready. But as soon as they left, Changbin reached out his arm, signalling his ‘new partner’ to come and join him by the hip. You scoffed, not even surprised anymore by his typical behaviour of his seductive ways.

“Can I talk to you for a second, without your new sex toy?”

He turned to them once more, placing his fingers underneath their chin as he placed his lips on theirs, capturing them in a grossly sensual kiss, before she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?”

“What? You fucking forgot our child? Like what the fuck were you thinking? What could you have possibly been doing that is more important than picking your son up from school!”

You hadn’t planned on your voice becoming this loud this quickly, but the way you had to pretend for the past 30 mins was too much to handle.

“I was busy with a guest.”

The shortness of his answers only made your blood boil more.

“So having sex is more important than your kid? You know he told me he hates me after I told him he had to come here today. You said you want custody and you wanted to see him and let him have his dad in your life. I agreed to it because I don’t want him to resent me for not having a relationship with his father, but how am I supposed to take you seriously when you can’t do such a simple task?”

He didn’t even say anything which, honestly at this point you were not even surprised by. There was no use in trying to tell him because nothing ever got through to him.

“You know what, I can’t do this right now. I’m late. I’ll see you in two days.”

It wasn’t until you turned on your heels that he decided to speak.

“I’m not sure why you’re acting all high and mighty when you didn’t even want to have him in the first place.”

His words crushed your heart. Usually you paid no mind to any insult that he could come up with, but this was deep. His words were so hurtful with every intention to cut you deep, and man, did it work.

“I know what you’re trying to do, and yes, you’re right, I didn’t want to have kids, but I knew you wanted one, and I thought maybe having a kid would help our marriage. But it didn’t, and it’s not because of me, it’s because you never respected me, or thought of me as your equal, I was just a chess piece to you, making you look good. I’m a good mom, and you're the pathetic dad/husband, neglecting the people who really cared about you the most. That’s something you’ll have to live with for the rest of your life. Good luck with that.”

You didn’t bat one eye, storming out there and slamming the large door behind you. An exasperated sigh of relief escaped your chest as you got in the car and punched in the GPS location to Chan’s house. Everything that had been brewing on your chest was finally out and in the open. It didn’t matter anyway, the sole thought of Seungmin having to stay there, his father full of empty promises, multiple people of different purposes to him frolicking around the house.

You had to increase the volume of the music in your car to distract yourself from any thought of your sun possibly suffering in your house. Driving today was a blur for you, because before you knew it the loud music and open windows had led you to your destination. You checked yourself in the rear mirror, realising that you had no makeup on, a hoodie and sweatpants as your attire. Fuck. Fucking Changbin. He always found a way to indirectly fuck up your life. Even so, you walked out of the car and knocked on the door with confidence. It’s not like you had any other option.

The comfort that you felt when the door was opened to Chan’s face, and not your ex husbands was immediate. He smiled, slightly confused at the way you had barged into his house.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh, everything’s fine, just walked into my ex husband dancing around the house with a stranger in my old robe, throwing it in my face that I didn’t want to have kids, solely to get back at me for yelling at him about forgetting to pick up Seungmin and I-”

“Woah woah,” he gasped, closing the door behind him ,”slow down, you’ve barely walked into my house.”

“Oh shit,” you choked, covering your motor mouth with your hand, “I’m so sorry, your partner must be so confused.”

Chan didn’t say anything, instead leading you to his living room. You were puzzled, firstly at his reaction to your statement, but secondly by the fact that you walked into an obviously empty house, not another adult in sight.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he smiled, “could I get you a drink, some wine perhaps?”

The grin that was begging to arrive on your face was bursting at the seams. The wine jokes would never not be funny.

“Sure, uhm, just wondering where your partner is though.”

He didn’t reply straight away, pouring your drink instead and handing it to you before you spoke.

“Listen, y/n, I just want to be honest with you, because I haven’t totally been yet.”

“Oh my god please don’t tell me you know my ex husband somehow and-”

“You know you shouldn’t assume what someone is going to say before they explain things.”

“Oh,” you wallowed, “sorry, again.”

“I’m just joking. Anyways, I feel like I have given you this impression that I am married, or have a partner or, basically, that I’m not single.”

Your ears perked up at his statement. You tried to stay calm, not showing your eagerness towards the idea that sir Chan Bang might be as single as you are.

“I am not any of those things.”

“You’re not?”

“No, I’m actually recently divorced.”

“Oh,” you nodded, taking a sip of your wine, “you’re recently divorced?”

“Well, about 6 months actually. Felix is actually at theirs tonight.”

“Oh.”

The tension in the air had become thick from a small moment. There was an implication, you could tell. The tone in his voice had suddenly changed from friendly and kind to deep and seductive. You could have been reading this completely wrong. But the cues were there. The smirk on his face, his body language, the way he was drifting closer and closer to you. It was becoming very hot, very tumultuous. The whites of his knuckles holding his glass ‘accidentally’ brushing against the blush on your face, arm wrapping around and interlocking with yours as he took another sip.

“So, how was your visit?”

“Awful,” you scoffed, trying your best to ignore his proximity, “he’s just such a fucking dick.”

He let go, realising that you weren’t in the most playful mood he was giving. Chan was a good listener, and he could tell that you just needed someone, another adult, to talk too. The stress that was oozing from you was almost overwhelming in a way. He moved you both to the couch, bringing the bottle with him, sensing that you probably were going to need it.

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

“Before I start, can you please fill up my glass? And not in the polite way, but to fill it up because I want to get a little drunk.”

A small chuckle left his lips, Chan doing as you pleased as using almost a quarter of the bottle to complete your glass. His gaze was careful, leaning into you slightly as you began to speak.

“He just, ugh he is just so carefree and lives such an easy life drowning in his millions and billions, but life isn’t like that, you know?”

“Of course,” he replied, placing his hand on your knee.

“We don’t live like that as adults. You have a kid and you don’t care? You can’t live like a playboy for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not, you have to work with me and make this work, and he just doesn’t.”

“I totally understand what you mean, my ex isn’t the easiest to deal with either.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, they just, were we really happy? Well I thought we were, until I found out that there was an affair going on for over half of our marriage.”

Your heart sank at his words. You could relate to him, especially since you had known about multiple different partners that would come in the house, sometimes even when you were there. But it didn’t matter, you could see the hurt in his eyes. It made you want to be closer to him, be the safety blanket he had been for you in the last couple of days. It was like he was someone you knew for a long time the more he spoke.

“I found out soon after that Felix wasn’t actually my kid either.”

“Oh, shit,” you blurted, unaware that your wine glass, which was filled up to the brim in case you forgot, “that’s fucked up.”

“It is what it is, I guess.” He sighed, swallowing his drink down in one gulp to catch up with you.

What felt like hours, but really, was only minutes had flown by, the drinks hitting both of you as you fell to the floor, alcohol induced laughter taking over your bodies simultaneously as you talked about the most ridiculous of things. Yes, you were having fun, but the more he spoke, the more attracted you became to him.

“God,” you cried, laying flat on the floor, “our lives are so stressful and fucked up.”

“You’re right about the one sweetheart.”

He smiled, crawling over to you. But when he tripped over in the process and accidentally landed on top of you, that was when things were getting real. Chan giggled, hands cupping your face. He said nothing, eyes stuck on you as he lifted his leg, now fixed on top of you. His closeness made you gasp, his crotch barely brushing against your core as he moved in closer, and closer, and closer.

“Can I tell you a secret,” he whispered, lips milliseconds away from your own.

You nodded, quickly wanting to hear what he needed to say.

“I really, really wanna fuck you right now.”

It was like he had just run a marathon, because his breaths were hard and heavy. His hands began to grasp onto your sides. Your palms moved in unison, slowly wrapping them around his neck as you pulled him closer to you.

“What the fuck are you waiting for then?”

Nothing needed to be said as he smashed his lips against yours. It wasn’t the smoothest, desperation taking over as he nipped your teeth, small groans and moans erupting as you tried to find a comfortable position. He was clumsy, making you somewhat frustrated, but it was endearing.

An idea popped into your head. You pulled away, wiggling yourself from his grip and standing up. You pointed your index finger, curling it up as a signal for him to come your way. You grabbed him by his shirt, licking your lips as you pushed him onto the couch. Your mind was becoming hungry for him, partially from the alcohol, but mainly from the way his legs were so deliciously spread for you. He patted his left thigh, his lap calling your name as you settled yourself atop of him, legs wrapped around his waist as a small groan left his lips. Your hand began to roam once more, dragging them heavily up and down his arms as you let him take in what he interpreted to be the most beautiful sight.

“Oh baby,” he chuckled, roughly gripping your sides, “you’re so eager, aren't you?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He liked your attitude: blunt and straight to the point. It is not like you were looking to get into a new relationship, or get engaged and enter into another marriage anytime soon. You didn’t need the softness or love or affection that came with love making. Hell, you hadn’t felt wanted or desired for a long time. Changbin, by the end of your brutally long enduring marriage, your sex life was non-existent. It killed you inside. All you wanted was to be tossed around fucked like a toy. To feel something other than hurt or anger is what you longed for, and if chan could fulfil those urges and make you feel like the sexiest person alive, you could die a happy life.

“Fuck okay,” he scoffed, hands snaking to your back as he pushed you forward, lips now full of desperation and arousal as they reattached to yours. The second kiss was much smoother. His tongue was eager, yes, but the way he controlled it: not too rough nor too shallow and he moved in rhythm with you. Your hands now wrapped around his neck as you moved your hips slightly his, eager to provoke him but also, chase the tingling sensation that was now forming as a result of this heavily sensualist kiss that you shared. You moaned into his mouth, pulling away, sucking on his bottom lip, a small pop bursting as you completely disconnected from him. His chest was tall, heaving intensely as you dragged your fingertips across his waist and down to the hem of his shirt. He took notice, quickly, lifting his arms as you took off his shirt, gasping at the exquisite physique that he was hiding underneath.

“Oh wow,” you gasped, leaning down to press a kiss on his left pec, “so this is what you're hiding from me Mr. Bang?”

“You like what you see?”

“Oh I like it,” you purred, dropping to the floor on your knees, “but I want to see more.”

Chan angled forward, soothingly rubbing his digits against your arms as you advanced to his jeans. You couldn't help but bite down your bottom lip to try and suppress the moan that wanted to escape from your lips as soon as his zipper was down. God, did his hard on look delicious. Hands on his knees, you smirked, tip toeing with each finger tip on his inner thighs. A shaky gasp came from his lips the closer you got to where he preferred you to be. It was cute. The way he reacted so quickly from such little sensation. This was going to be so easy.

“Tell me baby,” you whispered, face at eye level with his hard on, “tell me what you want.”

“T-touch me,” he whined, puppy eyes looking down at you, “please touch me.”

A devilish chuckle escaped from your lips. You looked up at him, teeth marks under his lip from biting down on them too hard as your digits barely slipped under the waistband of his straining boxers.

You were having too much fun teasing his poor man. The sexy, powerful, in control person you had just met yesterday had become all puddy in your hands. The power you felt over him was turning you on to new heights.

You sat up, sinking your teeth into his boxers, eyes hell-bent on seeing the pleasure on his face as you pulled them down, his cock hitting you in the face as it sprung out.

“Oh baby,” you cooed, placing a hand at the base of his cock, “you’re so big.”

A giggle of embarrassment came from Chan when you gave him such a compliment. He was dying for you to touch him now. To wrap those pretty little lips he has been thinking about on a constant loop around his throbbing cock. It was so close. The look in your eyes, full of dark and lustrous ideas that could make him cum right now, on the spot.

Eyes still fixed on him, you smiled, pushing a light thumb over the tip of his pulsating cock, slowly bringing your lips to a similar spot. The sounds that escaped from Chan’s lips were heavenly, enjoying the way he became louder and louder the more you took of him in your mouth. You hummed against him, vibrations trembling through his body and adding to the pleasure he was receiving from them.

“Oh my fucking god,” he growled, digging his hands into the base of your scalp, “so. Fucking. Good.”

You looked up at him, a sense of pride coming into your bones at the way he was straining against the backbone of the couch, eyes rolled completely to the back of his head, only the whites of his eyes visible as you moved along his shaft. He was enjoying this so much. The way your hands were placed on his hips, you on your toes as you quite literally sucked the soul out of him. He had never felt so alive under someone else’s touch, a fire burning in the pit of his stomach, across his arms, down his legs, inside of his chest. Your touch lit him up, igniting him and ways he could not describe.

The way you were able to make him forget about the realities of the world, brain fixated solely on the pleasure he was receiving from your mouth was having an effect on you also. You were so used to receiving things. Expensive gifts, unwanted advances. It was true that you had a lot of things handed to you in your lifetime. It gave you no power, no control. This was the first time you could truly say that you had the power you desired over a man. As sadistic as it sounded, it truly made you so wet. A hand that was previously on his hips now moves to your own body, palming yourself against your clothed core. You looked up to check on him, eyes wide open and jaw completely strung out as he looked down, nothing but admiration in his expression at the way your head bobbed effortlessly on his cock.

“Shit, y/n,” he huffed, “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”

You froze for a moment. There was no way that this was how the night was going to end. You were just as needy as him to feel the sexual touch of another man as much as he was eager to feel the touch of another woman. He gasped for a moment, slightly annoyed at the pop sound that came from your lips as you took them away from his angry cock.

“We can’t have that yet,” you cooed, “what about me?”

“I wanna fuck you.”

“Oh you do? How come I’ve still got all my clothes on?”

The way you stood in front of him, hips swaying gently to the non-existent music as you began to rid yourself of your pants, twirling around as your hoodie hit the floor; thank god you wore nice undergarments at least. He was starting to feel lightheaded. Your presence being so arousing to him. You were enjoying yourself, he was enjoying himself, there wasn’t much more you could ask for. Being able to have fun without any consequences after the fact was the perfect idea of fun in your mind.

“You’re having fun, aren’t you baby?”

His voice took you off guard for a moment. The dark, sultry tone returned to his voice as he stood up in front of you. The way he was completely naked made your creep back into a position of intimidation. For a moment you had forgotten how broad this man really was. Shoulders overshadowing your figure the closer he got to you. He leaned in, lips attaching to your neck as his hand spiralled down your body fingertips cupping your core as he began to speak.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already huh?”

Only a stifled moan could be heard from you, the delicacy of his touch not being enough, yet driving you crazy simultaneously. The gentleness of his touch, mixed with the callous texture of his pads was so good. A filthy chuckle escaped from Chan’s lips as he saw the look of despair etching onto your face. His cock twitched, truly getting off to the way such little touch had such a diminishing impact on you. His eyes were on your lips, then your chest, then your lips again.

“May I?”

“Please.”

He smirked once more, reaching a single hand around your back and unclasping the beautiful black lingerie that previously hugged your chest. All of his movements were so slow, so seductive, so sensual. You couldn’t help but breathe heavily, anticipating what was yet to come. Keeping his fingers on your soft spot, he groaned, other hand tweaking at your left nipple. An animalistic groan escaped his lips at the way your body continuously gave into him. Buds hardening instantly. He pushed himself closer to you, your body shuddering once you felt his prominent member twitching against your inner thigh.

Although you enjoyed this tantalising tease and pleasure his fingers gave you, your impatience was growing. The only thing you really wanted right now was for him to fuck you into oblivion. Be as rough and unapologetic as possible as he put you at his mercy.

“Chan this is, this is r-really good,” you shivered, grabbing him by the wrist, “but I-”

“Are you gonna stop me again?”

“No,” you huffed, “god no I was just gonna ask you to do more.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes,” you chuckled, swiping your tongue across your top lip, “more.”

“Oh yeah,” he purred, gripping your at your sides once more, “use your words. Tell me what you want.”

And so you began, lips smashing against his as he moved his hands down to your ass, squeezing them for you as a sign to jump up and wrap your legs around him, which you did, gladly did as he continued your playful assault with your lips. You giggled against his touch, gasping at the way carried you up his stairs, opening his bedroom door and tossing you on to the mattress like you were barely anything. Chan continued his animalistic behavior, crawling on top of you, viciously standing over your frame as he gripped your now destroyed panties, stripping them swiftly off of your legs and to the other side of the room

“Talk to be baby,” he whispered, lips rubbing across your lobe with each word, “what do you need me to do for you?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You growled, surprising yourself by your own forwardness. Chan stood on his knees, eagerly grabbing his cock and swiping it across your folds. The sudden contact made you jolt, an evil cackle, mixed with a gasp of shock came from your chest. He kept it there, enjoying the way your hips bucked against him, relishing in your anguish to be stuffed by him.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you huh?”

“Yes,” you whined, pushing your hips closer and closer to where you wanted, no, you needed him. He wanted to keep teasing you. Make you beg for his cock, beg for you to fuck him, but at this point, he was too impatient to wait any longer. Stroking himself a couple of times, he smirked, ogling at the way he plunged right in, your pussy so wet and so ready for him as his cock was buried deep inside of you. Your eyes fluttered shut, solely concentrated on the way his hand firmly gripped your sides, hips rolling towards you in such a gentle rhythm.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, absolutely lost under Chan’s control, “C-Chan.”

“Yeah baby you like that? Let me hear you.”

“Chan,” you moaned, sitting up and wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him against your body, “h-harder.”

“Oh you want it harder huh?”

He didn’t even wait for a response, hips already picking up in pace as your skin collided, lewd sounds of heavily slapping filling the room. He growled, overpowering the mumbling breaths and moans that feel from your lips with each thrust. It felt so good, he felt so good. The perspiration on his forehead was gathering, back screaming at the way your nails dug into his skin. He enjoyed the pain, a sadistic streak of his own; he moaned at the burning sensation. Your head turned to the side, jaw broken open and eyes screwed shut as he became ruthless, animalistic almost.

“Fuck,” he growled, “you feel so fucking good around me.”

You couldn’t reply, the only thing coming from your lips was the sound of coming into a state of pure bliss. His pace was starting to become inconsistent, yet you still melted into his touch, the pit at the bottom of your stomach starting to churn. The pleasure was slowly starting to overwhelm you, and you could tell he was close. You clenched around him.

“Don’t do that, don't do that,” he whined, slowing down his pace, “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you moaned, spreading your legs even farther apart for Chan, “you feel so good.”

Chan was giving it his everything to you, hips now slamming against you as he stood back on his knees, wrapping his hands around your legs, pushing them back to maximum flexibility as he was able to pound you from a new angle. Your eyes opened wide, mouth agape as you looked at him, veins popping out of his chest and across his forehead as he was finally hitting you in the perfect spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and you whimper mercilessly.

“Right there,” you cried over and over, “right there Chan, fuck.”

Another unholy growl came from Chan’s chest as his pace slowed, but the roughness of his thrusts gained strength each time, baseless screams coming from your lips the harder he went, cock pushing against your g-spot every second. Before, you tried to keep your pathetic noises to a minimum. Knowing yourself previously you tended to be on the louder side, but at this point, you were too fucked out to care. Your brain was slowly shutting off the closer and closer you came to the brink of your orgasm. Chan wasn't far either, you could see it in the way his lower abdomen started to spasm against you.

“Please, don’t stop,” you whimpered, “p-please I’m gonna c-”

“You’re gonna cum are you?”

“Yes baby, yes I want to cum.”

“Just a little longer.” He purred, knowing that you were at your wits end. You had no control over your body; you belonged to Chan at this moment. Everything he did felt so right. It felt so good. Being at someone else’s mercy and letting them use you for their own personal satisfaction made you so hot. It made Chan hot. The temperature in the room was high, and you knew that your body would sob with climactic pressure at any moment.

“Please” you whined, “please let me cum Chan.”

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes.”

“You wanna be a good girl and cum for me?”

“Please.”

“Go on then baby,” he snarled, “cum for me.”

It only took a few more powerful thrusts for you to be clinging onto him for dear life, moaning his name over and over as you came, legs shaking, eyes clouded in a starry haze. Your body felt like it was on cloud nine. The intensity of your orgasm was something you had never experienced. It was so powerful that you barely noticed Chan’s high hitting him just as intensely, cum spilling down your left leg as he collapsed next to you. Your bodies heaved in unison, completely out of breath and exhausted. You began to chuckle, looking at the way his body was now covered in sweat. He lifted his head, wrapping his arm around your head and under your neck as he pulled you in closer into his chest, burying you in his perspiration frame.

“Wow,” he sighed, “that was, uhm,”

You rolled over on top of him, smiling at him before pressing a quick peck to his lip.

“That was great, but I’m starving, when’s dinner ready?”

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